One Wish
A fox makes a weekend journey up a mountain and finds a thing of legends.
It was a pretty common element among the children's stories in the village. If someone climbed the mountain on the edge of town and found the dragon at the top, the dragon would grant them a wish. The stories usually split off from there and the mountaineer would use his new found abilities to go off on some grand adventure. That was what drove Finn to take the long hike up to the summit.
Well, not really, he thought. He was far too old to think that there was a dragon up there, unlike his little brother. He had never seen one flying around or heard any roar. And even then, the thought of having a wish; there had to be some sort of limit to it. It just didn't make sense, being able to alter whatever you wanted with a thought. To be honest, high school had let out for a long weekend and he had nothing better to do. He didn't have all that many friends, being the shy type, and you could forget about any girls occupying the time. Although, if by some miracle there was a dragon at the top and wishes were real, he might be able to fix that last part. Maybe a little more athletic, a little better looking, a little less shy... OK, a lot less shy.
These thoughts kept the fox busy as he walked along the rocky slope towards the peak, bent forward slightly under the weight of his pack. He had camped in the woods last night and broken the tree line earlier that morning. It shouldn't be much longer until he made it to the top. That would give him the better part of the afternoon to enjoy the scenery at the summit, get back to the tree line before dark, and home before Tuesday. If he wanted to stay that long, that is. He felt his fur start to poof up to keep the heat in as a gust of wind cut across the mountain's face.
The ground began to level out under his paws. He could see the summit a few hundred yards above, and a path leading upwards off to his right. Directly in front of him was a large depression hollowed out of the side of the mountain, with what looked like the mouth of a cave going into the mountain on the far wall. He looked up towards the sky and saw the sun almost overhead; not quite noon yet. Hiking up the straps on his pack, he started walking towards the mouth of the cave. He could spare some time to go exploring. Not to mention it would get him out of the wind.
As he walked into the opening, he began to immediately warm up, although that may have just been because he was out of the wind. As he continued into the dimming tunnel, he decided it was definitely warmer in there. It was rather nice, really. The tunnel stretched out in front of the fox into darkness. Pausing for a moment, he slipped the straps to his backpack off his shoulders and propped it up against the wall. He wouldn't mind spending a few hours spelunking instead of hanging out in the cold wind outside. Reaching into one of the side pockets of his pack, he came out with a flashlight and clicked it on, sending a beam out into the tunnel. The wooshing sound of a gust of wind echoed through the chamber and the fox felt the fur on his neck bristle back up again. His ears whipped around on top of his head, trying to identify the sound. He couldn't quite put his paw on it, but it almost sounded like the chuffing sound he had heard some of his classmates make, but far deeper and distorted by the cavern. Hearing another gust blast past the mouth of the cavern, he shrugged and turned back towards the tunnel and set off, following the path cut through the darkness by his flashlight.
About two hundred feet back, the tunnel turned off to the left. Around the corner, the ceiling started to rise and the tunnel opened up into a large chamber. However, Finn didn't notice this, because as he rounded the corner, he heard another woosh and stumbled backward as a hot blast of moist air blew past him. He twisted and fell on his butt facing down the new passage, his flashlight clattering down against the cavern wall. He felt a warmth envelop his left leg and start tugging him further down the tunnel. He lunged backward and just barely snatched up his flashlight. Pointing it down the tunnel, he saw the last thing he expected to find up here. The dragon.
The fox's muzzle opened, trying to form an indignant "Hey!" at the dragon pulling him along the ground, an exclamation of "You're real!" in shock at finding the creature the stories talked about was actually up here, and a loud shout of terror at having a large predator's mouth wrapped around something he needed to get back down the mountain. The last of these won out, and the fox screamed as he threw the flashlight at the muzzle wrapped around his leg. The dragon, somewhat surprised as the flashlight bounced of the side of his face, released the leg from his mouth. The fox tried to take advantage of his freedom, rolling into a sprinter's crouch to take off back out of the cavern, but the dragon's front claws caught his shoulders and pushed him flat on his belly. He felt something rubbing against his back and shoulders, and his ears picked up the sounds of the dragon sniffing him. His ears splayed back as he realized exactly how much trouble he was in. He hoped he didn't smell like food.
The snout moved down the fox's body, poking and prodding as it went. It bumped up against the back of the fox's knee and he felt his leg involuntarily kick up at the snout, trying to protect the ticklish area. The dragon jerked his head back and felt the fox's tail whap across his nose. The dragon caught the stronger scent of the fox and pressed back up against the retreating tail, inhaling deeply. The fox whimpered, straining to see what the dragon was trying to do with his precious tail. As he looked around, he froze as he caught sight of the far wall of the cavern. The flashlight had fallen to the side and was projecting the shadow of his prone figure and the dragon standing over him onto the far wall. It wasn't the size of the predator that had him pinned that made him stop, but the silhouette of the dragon's cock slipping out below his body. He didn't want that! He didn't even want to see that! He had always made sure to help clean up the field after gym to make sure the locker room had cleared out by the time he made it back in. He tried to clamp his tail back down over his rear, but the dragon caught it in his mouth, nipped at it slightly, and ducked his head down as he tucked the tail underneath one of the claws pinning down the fox's shoulders.
The looming shadow shifted as the dragon brought his hind legs up into position over the fox. Finn felt something dripping onto his now exposed hole, and glanced back over at the shadow. Too big. Well, of course it looked too big, because the shadows made everything larger. But that didn't matter. If it existed, it was too big, the fox thought. That wasn't going to stop the dragon though, as he started rolling his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the fox's vulnerable rear. The fox felt the hot flesh jabbing against him and began to try to wiggle himself out of the way. It worked, for a second, until the dragon noticed the extra movement and released a deep, threatening rumble directed down towards the fox. The fox went limp, then seconds later went entirely rigid and cried out as the dragon found his entrance, pushing slightly into the fox and beginning to dribble pre-cum inside his unprepared body.
The dragon let out a pleased rumble from his throat as he began to move inside the fox, feeling his new mate begin to get slicker, if not any looser. It had been a long time since the last creature came by here. It was a dog of some sort, the dragon thought, although he did not know what kind. He had circled above the village the day after his last visitor had left in time to see him leaving the village, apparently on some sort of trip. But this was no time to reminisce, as the dragon had a new companion here with him now. He continued thrusting into the fox below him, feeling the squirming begin to die down a little as the fox began to get used to the large intruder. While not relaxed, the fox was at least now not in constant pain, as the dragon above continued to have his way with him. But now, there was something interrupting the smooth motions as the dragon rocked in and out. The fox felt a small bump push inside him at the end of each one of the dragon's thrusts. And, for the first time, it felt somewhat nice. The dragon's claws tightened on his shoulders and pulled him back slightly along the ground, lifting his rear up into the air to meet the dragon's thrusts. The dragon's knot continued to grow, and was soon too big to keep slipping in and out of the fox so easily. The dragon kept hammering away at the the now mildly-willing fox below him, mashing the knot against his entrance. The fox felt the knot pushing against him, trying to get in. But more importantly, even while on the outside, the knot pounding against his butt was sending shocks straight through him to his prostate. He felt his cock slip from his sheath below him and begin filling out as the stimulation continued. He started thrusting back, trying to get more sensation out of the knot. Suddenly, the fox lost the rhythm as the dragon changed from long thrusts to keeping close, grinding the bulge against the fox's closed backdoor. The fox whimpered and pushed backwards, trying to get some of that feeling back as he heard a thought, not his own, in his mind. What do you desire?
I want to cum! The fox shouted back in his own head.
As you wish. The voice sounded again, and the dragon pushed forward again, parting the fox around his wide knot. Halfway in, the fox clamped down around the massive dick, pulling it into himself and locking it in place against his prostate as he felt it start to twitch and shoot the dragon's seed up into him. The fox's knot had filled out below him and he began to spray his own cum across the stone ground. The fox shivered in a daze and lost track of time as the dragon continued to fill him.
He was jerked out of his reverie at the shock of the dragon pulling his cock back out of the fox's re-tightened tail hole. The fox let his hips fall to the ground, feeling the cold of his own cum start to soak into his fur. Sneaking a glance to the side, he saw the dragon roll over onto his side and tuck his head up against his body. Once the breathing from the dragon started to come in slow, steady pulses, the fox picked himself up, retrieved his flashlight, and quietly sneaked out of the chamber. Back at the cave mouth, he retrieved his backpack and pulled out his spare blanket to try to clean himself up a little. His ears flattened back against his head as he felt his body push a string of dragon cum out onto his tail. Hopefully he could do with just his sleeping bag that night.
The next day, he walked back into the village and up to his house. As he approached, he saw his little brother running out to meet him. "You're back!" he shouted excitedly, bouncing around Finn. "Did you find him? Did you find the dragon?"
"Come on, I was just going for a hike. You know -" Finn was preparing to assure his brother that everyone knew that the dragon was just a story, when a loud roar came from overhead.
"You did! You found him!" His brother cried, looking up to see the dragon circling above the village.
"What did you wish for?"