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A Worthwhile Risk

It was a boring weekend in the northern regions that weekend. Nice, hilly area, and LW lived in a deep valley in the mountains, where the entire community was coming down from a week-long celebration and nobody wanted to do anything. It was an exhausting time, but LW had plans this weekend.

Once midnight came, the blue-furred rottie rolled out of his bed and slipped into a deep green and black suit, perfect to slip through the woods at night. He put on some shorts, a long sleeved shirt, and his green cap before cracking open his window and hopping out onto a tree to get to the ground level.

His destination wasn't far at all. It would take him about half an hour to traverse the winding path. It was a large barn up the side of the mountain run by some shady hippogryph who kept a bunch of horses, dragons, and various other large farm animals on his ranch. LW saw stage coaches heading up there in the middle of the day and not leaving until the next morning, despite it being clear they were not purchasing anything, and it wasn't like they were bringing their own mares to the farm for stud services.

Very shady.

But that gave LW all the inspiration he needed. With every fancy stage coach that passed his home to go to the ranch, he got a little more curious and got closer to taking the risk. He'd always get close to going, but then chicken out before getting the guts to actually visit. This was the final straw for him. After the week long celebration, he knew he had to do it. Everyone would be too tired and exhausted to care about whatever the young canine would do.

LW was in his late teens, but that didn't stop him from having the adventurous nature of a much younger boy. He also had the curiosity of a kitten. He wanted to see what happened in that barn, he wanted to visit and meet up with one of the stallions. More than anything else, he wanted to taste some of that steamy stud cum.

The very thought of gulping down a mouthful of thick gooey cum made LW's tongue loll out and drool all down his shirt amidst his gentle panting. He had to consciously pull the tongue back in and swallow the saliva. He didn't need o be drooling that much yet, he should save some for lube. Spit was an awesome lubricant.

As soon as he got to the edge of the ranch, he noticed that there were thin streams of orange light beaming out from the barn, indicating that the lights were on. That's fine for him, but what if someone was in the barn? Instantly, he formulated an excuse. He was out for a walk down on the path when he saw the light was on...at 2 AM. Yeah, that works.

With an alibi in mind, he crept out of the bushes and walked up the pathway towards the barn through the two opposing fields. There was a pair of stallions in one of the fields, one a clydesdale, the other a black and white shire. Maybe it would be easier to go into the field and play with the stallions? Naw, they'd probably run once he cradled their sheathe and gave them a rub. Thats's what most feral beasts did. Instead, he'd need to keep them close, keep them contained. And maybe get something that was less likely to kick. Perhaps a dragon drake.

His confidence was growing with each passing moment as he walked up to the barn, eventually peeking his head in through the wide doors to see that it was as empty and quiet as he'd hoped. Sure, the candles were still lit and burning bright. After taking one glance out at the fields to make sure nobody was sneaking up on him or coming to the barn, he slipped inside and closed the gate behind him.

There was a thick aroma in the air of various musks mixing together. A little bit of stallion, a bit of gryphon, a bit of dragon, and just the tiniest hint of bull, all at once. It was an intoxicating aroma, but it could have been stronger; evidently there was a bit of a breeze through the hayloft keeping the barn's scents from growing particularly thick. Maybe that was a good thing. Even the slightest whiff made LW's sheathe bulge a bit, the tip drooling bits of fluid in anticipation.

He slowly walked down the hallway between the stalls, taking a glance into each one in between nervous looks over his shoulder. On one side of the barn, there were a veritable rainbow of dragons ranked one after another, all feral.

The first was A yellow dragon with a brown muzzle and smoothe scales. He was curled up in a ball in the corner, wrapped around a stick of some sort. HE was average sized, so quite big compared to LW; larger than any horse by a wide margin.

The second was an orange dragon with yellow and black spots, as well as spikes all over his body. He was poking his head over the stall door with his maw wide open and tongue lolling out, showing his big teeth. LW had weird opinions on that one, but it was fine, he'd keep looking.t

The third was a big red dragon with brown frills and silver wings, the biggest of them yet. He had long, gnarly looking spines down his back and well pronounced scales all over. Fearsome looking beast with a hint of intelligence in his eyes. LW briefly considered hopping in with that one, but felt he should at least work his way up rather than jump on the biggest one right out the gate.

The next one was a gorgeous royal purple dragon with black patterns and silver highlights all over. His long, feathered tail was wrapped around his snout and he was sleeping soundly. Not a massive dragon, but still large enough to scare LW into avoiding him. Plus, he was sleeping, and LW needed to find one that was awake for fear of scaring one, waking it up, and had it try to eat him or something.

Carrying on with the rainbow, the next one was a deep azure blue with a lighter white scaled belly. He was laying on his back with legs spread, exposing his thick, meaty black-fleshed rump that seemed to be gaping open to inhale with each breath of the mid-sized drake. There was a brief moment where LW's heart fluttered as he thought maybe this one was the one. This one seemed 'open' to some affection!

If only he hadn't needed to see the green one to complete his rainbow, but there were two stalls left. Still, he crept past the support pillar to look and see a relatively small dragon leaning over to drink from his trough. No wings on this one, but thick, powerful legs and tail with armor-plated jungle green splotches on his back and a peachy underbelly. What a gorgeous specimen, and the smallest of the drakes so far. Most likely to be within LW's realm of plausibility.

But there was still one stall to check out. At this point he was pretty sure he'd made his choice, but he had to check the last one out. He'd come full circle with all six main colors, what was left? Curious more than anything else, he peeked over the door and saw that it was actually a very different environment. This one had what looked like a small tub in the corner that the dragon was curled up in, with only his nostrils sticking out. This one had sleek, rubber skin of black and white with wings and a long, thick tail. Best he could tell, it was an orca-dragon of sorts. Very nic-

His thought process was cut off as he heard a splattering splash nearby. He spun his head around to see the green one had widened his stance and had his thick, glossy cock dangling between his hind legs to relieve himself.

There was a visible trail of steam billowing up form the frothy puddle that was forming underneath the dragon, which produced an acrid stench in the dense barn air. Still, it was the scent of masculinity, and LW felt his sheathe bulging thick in his pants.

This is the one he needed to play with. Like the story of the seven dragons, not to big, not too small, but just right, and a perfect starting point.

The brief moment before he went to open the gate to the stall, he took one look down the hallway to see if anyone was around. Nobody. He was alone. Perfect. In his mind he was trying to trick himself into not worrying about it, but he was trespassing, even if he was careful he could still get caught.

A moment later, he unlatched the stall door, slipped in, and shut it behind him, his motions startling the beast a bit. As LW got close, the green drake sidestepped away, his cock shrinking and retreating into his slit.

LW couldn't allow this! He needed that cock! In what was perhaps the stupidest move he'd made, LW briskly stepped forward with his hand outstretched, aimed directly at the feral's crotch. There was still a bit of nervousness from the animal, but he seemed to be calming.

As the rottie stepped over the urine patch, he got a powerful whiff of the musky stench, and it drove him a little wild. Rather than be patient or reserved, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it over the gate. The dragon was still sidestepping away into the wall, but at this point LW cared only about feeling that thick cock pressed against him, or throbbing in his throat, or sliding under his tail.

He took one last step forward with his hand extended, palm up. With one daring move, he cupped the end of the shrinking cock tip, only to feel it throb a bit and halt its retreat. After he squeezed a bit, he felt the tip swell and widen a bit, the shaft lengthening again. His maw was open with bated breath as he grasped at the concept he was living. What would the dragon do? HE wanted to check this drake's expression to see if he was in danger, but he didn't want to look away from that thick, fleshy manhood.

This was, to him, the very definition of masculinity.

When he did finally get the composure to look up at the beast's eyes, he was greeted with a rearing of the head, a happy urge to continue. What a sexy beast!

Not wanting to waste a moment of time, LW got down onto one knee and nervously leaned into the cock, tongue hanging out with saliva dripping off the end of it. The scent was immensely powerful and musky, stronger than the piss from earlier. His lower jaw trembled in worry as the dragon's hind leg shifted a bit, the muscles rippling under the supple green scales. Those massive, heavy talons could come up and rip a hole in his side if he wasn't careful.

Luckily, the green drake seemed happy with the attention he was getting. The cock was growing thicker, longer, and firmer in his palm, and the beast was even offering an occasional, shallow thrust into LW's hand. Right as there was a thrust, LW leaned down and slapped the broad end of his tongue over the urethral opening to lap at some of the natural lubricant.

It was bitter, but also sweet. Bittersweet. IT made him gag a bit, yet he inexplicably wanted more, so he gave another lick, this time trailing his tongue up the shaft until his muzzle was buried in the drake's crotch.

The creature shifted again, this time enough to knock LW off balance, letting him fall onto his rump. It wasn't until then that he realized just how hard he was with anticipation. His knot was already fully engorged and hard as could be, with the tip angled down and poking out the bottom of his shorts.

He gave himself a rub as he nuzzled into the drake's cock, wrapping his forearm around it and licking around the rim of the tip. The massive, bulging knot at the base of it was literally almost as big as LW's head, and the shaft was as long as his arm. He couldn't help but want to feel that delicious shaft buried deep under his tail.

As he cradled the weighty meat over his shoulder, he felt the beast buck again, this time having the engorged tip flare out, and a thick stream of seed erupt down onto his shorts. A little shocked by the suddenness of the climax - and the lost seed he could be tasting splatter on his shorts - he quickly cupped his hand into the trajectory before the second burst shot out. The cum splattered off his palm and into his face, as well as spraying droplets on the wood floor. Luckily, he got a good taste of it before the dragon's climax finished, leaving trails of it trickling down the canine's forearm.

If nothing else, LW would smell like cum until he had a shower. That would be a wonderful memory.

But he wasn't done. His cock was still hard as could be, so he repositioned himself on his knees - never taking his palm off the tip of the heavy length - as he used his free hand to unbutton his jeans. A moment later, his clothes were dropped to his knees, and his cock was aiming right up at the dragon's length.

It wasn't what he normally did, but he wanted to feel that power against him, so he squeezed both cocks together and thrust gently, feeling the under side of his shaft get massaged by the little nubs of the drake's flare. He pushed up until the meaty rim pressed against his knot, then pulled away and repeated a few slow, sensual times.

He wrapped his hand around the end until he felt his thumb rub against the urethral opening, which he found to be quite malleable. Surprisingly stretchy, indeed. He'd penetrated rumps tighter than this....

With that errant thought in mind, he held the drake's cock with one hand and his cock with the other, aiming his tip at the urethral opening as he squeezed the cock down, forcing the soft flesh over his own shaft. He felt the beast's cock-hole widening and throbbing around him, and that made him get even harder.

LW gave a few gentle thrusts, his cock slipping just inches into the drake's cock hole before he pulled out again, leaving the opening gaped a bit with a mix of fluids moistening the wood floors. His desire blossomed again and he pushed up in again, watching with wonder as the flaccid cock bulged and distended with his own shaft inside it.

He had to take a moment to appreciate the peculiar situation before he started stroking himself, using the drake's fleshy shaft as a toy. With one hand squeezing Dragon cock around his shaft, and the other pinching around the base of his knot, he started cumming almost instantly, a steady burst of streams that continued to splash out against the beast's insides.

Out of nowhere, there was a long, drawn out creek from the other end of the barn followed by some deep, thudding footstepps.

LW felt the blood drain from all of his extremities, leaving him cold with adrenaline. Someone was inside the barn!

Despite being scared beyond words, he darted to the wall closest to the walkway and pressed his back against the wooden barrier, hoping that if anyone looked over the stall doors, the angle might make him invisible.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest as the foosteps got closer. He watched a shadow descend over the green drake, followed by a disapproving voice.

"Well now, who's been playing with you, Lars?" It asked.

LW looked up and saw his shirt dangling over the wall, only to be plucked off it and tossed into the middle of the stall. Before LW could even think about what to do, the source of the shadow leaned over the wall and looked right at him, a massive rusty-red bird of some sort with a golden beak and black tipped feathers.

"Well well, I have another trespasser. You and I have a few things to talk about. Don't worry, you're not in trouble unless you run. Come on, finish what you're doing and collect your stuff. I'll be outside the barn waiting." He didn't even wait for a response, he just left LW there in the stall, gasping for air.

Yeah, like he'd have the remaining passion to properly finish his climax. Maybe he really should just go see what the rancher had to say. Maybe it wasn't all bad.