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Of Mercenaries and Adventurers

The trip had been a long one for the travelling caravan. So long, in fact, that a lone traveller had to enjoy the company of two mercenaries and two merchants. After many hours of travel, they had decided it was time to pitch a tent in the nearest clearing along the path in order to be safe and not get lost.

The eventually ended up next to a clear river that was flowing gently around them and made for the perfect location for Spitey - the leader of the group - to clean himself of the dirt that had accumulated through the day. Once he was clean, he made his way back to the camp, only to find that the others had all retired to their own tents. He didn't carry much with him at any given time, so he was forced to sleep out in the open. This kind of worked out for the group, as it allowed him to watch out for the others and take the first watch.

Once he'd fashioned himself a comfortable bed to lay on, he heard a faint whistle coming from behind him. He looked up to see where it was coming from - fearing it may be bandits coordinating an attack - only to have the whistle repeat itself. Seems it was coming from one of the tents. Curious, he got up and made his way to the source of the beckoning and opened the tent flap. Inside was one of the mercenaries, a powerful looking stallion with a pair of braids in his mane, as well as a braid going down his tail.

As Spitey got a good look at the stud's gorgeous form, the mercenary patted the bedroll next to him as though he was inviting Spitey in. "Come in, little dragon." The stud offered. "You surely prefer the warmth of a tent to the cold of the night."

Wonderful. Spitey didn't plan on staying out in the cold, anyway. He accepted the offer by nodding and crawling into the tent. Once inside, he smelled a deep earthy scent that reminded him of a stable. Upon a few more sniffs at the muggy aroma, he identified it as an earthy combination of hay and stallion musk.

"Of course, I am a mercenary, and I don't offer myself free of charge."

Spitey cocked his head to the side in confusion. "What kind of payment do you want?"

"Oh, I think you know what kind of service I want. It's lonely travelling the path. I could use a warm embrace. Please, take off your clothes." The stallion commanded as he looked up and down Spitey's form, slowly undoing his belt and untying his pants to reveal a thick, fleshy sheathe.

"..." Spitey stared at the stud in awe as a blast of concentrated pheromones washed over him. This stallion was quite clearly aroused. His cock was already starting to bulge and unfold before his eyes.

"Well, stop staring, dragon. If you want to stay, you'll have to pay for it. Now take off your clothes or leave! Your choice!"

Spitey snapped out of his cock-focused stupor and started hastily undressing, tossing the clothes off to the side. He was worried for a moment, but the sweetness of the musk mixed with the deeper, more earthy tones of it was proving to be quite calming and arousing. He felt his own cock forcing itself out, parting the thick reptilian skin on either side of the opening. Spitey found he couldn't take his eyes off the stallion's meaty shaft that had completely formed but remained soft.

Much to his surprise, the stud awkwardly turned around and raised his tail to spitey - a feat made harder by the relatively cramped space of the tiny tent - to expose his thick and partially wrinkled rump.

This presentation of the underside of the war horse's tail both confused and aroused Spitey, who couldn't help but wrap his palm and fingers around his length.

The stud looked over his shoulder with a suggestive look and smiled. "Well, come on! Show me how smaller dragons handle a situation like this." He swayed his rump back and forth, long chestnut brown tail hair glistening in the rays of evening sun that poked through the tent.

Spitey was still confused and was completely surprised that such a strapping young mercenary would prefer to be on the bottom rather than top. Massive cocks like that shouldn't go to waste, and considering the size difference between he and the stallion, it would have been an enduring challenge. Still, he couldn't resist such a juicy invitation. Once he'd collected his thoughts, he sidled up next to the stud's rump and laid his palms on either of his hips, giving a gentle squeeze. There was a pleasant reaction as the stud's tail flicked down a bit, but then raised back up to once again expose the tender-looking pucker.

The small dragon's confidence was growing with each passing moment, so he began massaging inwards towards the crevasse under the tail, thumbs prodding at the powerful, muscled rump flesh of the stud before eventually having left and right digits take turn rubbing in a circle over the stallion's rump flesh. The view was slightly obscurred, so he pushed the tail to the side and leaned in closer to get a closer look. As he leaned in, another wave of musk clouded over him, so he paused to enjoy the smell before pressing his lips against the round, fleshy pucker, exhaling deeply to tickle at the tender flesh between the stud's rump cheeks. Spitey took this moment to grab a hold of the base of the stallion's tail, hoisting it up and keeping himself with muzzle buried deep under it.

His lower jaw trembled lightly with desire as he nuzzled in deeper, parting his lips and prodding with his tongue before pulling out, giving a gentle suck, and doing so again. The dragon's thick tongue slipped deep into the horse's rump and massaged the tender inner walls again and again until the stud leaned back into him, knocking him off balance a bit. "H-hey!" Spitey protested, a thick trail of saliva bridging from his lower jaw to the horse's rump.

The stallion didn't say a word, he just gave Spitey a stern glare followed by a glance down to the dragon's own glistening member. The member that was blissfully bobbing with each movement and dripping bits of precum all over the underside of the stallion's balls.

It wasn't hard to decipher what he wanted.

Spitey repositioned himself, grabbing his cock firmly and positioning it between the horse's cheeks, rubbing around until the pointed tip slipped into the center of the soft ring of flesh. He gave a gentle push to feel the tip pop in with ease, the stud pushing back to have his flesh swallow up most of the dragon's length in one quick motion. Spitey was surprised at just how tight the hole was, the taut flesh pulsing intermittently, massaging each and every inch of the dragon's exposed flesh.

The horse was gradually building to a sort of personal climax; he was breathing heavily and pushing back against Spitey as he flexed his rump muscles, squeezing tight in time with the smaller dragon. He closed his eyes and arched his back, shuddering in delight.

Spitey got a more firm grip on the stud's tail and let his instincts take over. The sensation of soft horse flesh sucking on his member coaxed a certain ferality from him, urging him to start violently slapping his hips against the stud, both ball-sacks gently pressing against one another with each carnal thrust. Their moans grew and intensified as they continued, Spitey's cock throbbing inside as the studs cock grew to be fully erect, the tip pressing against the blanket and smearing bits of precum all over the fabric with each bestial thrust.

The scents in the tent continued to intensify as the fluids spurted out, splashed, and pooled in little puddles between and beneath them. In an attempt to limit the incoming mess, The stallion grabbed the end of his cock and brought his head down, opening his mouth to catch the seed when he came - which he felt was imminent.

Spitey continued to thrust at the stallion's backside, occasionally looking over to see the horse's flare widen and expand. He knew this was just about the end of their brief encounter, so he pushed in hard to feel the stallion's flesh pressing at the base of his cock. With his entire length buried in his travelling companion, he felt himself explode at the same time the stallion's flesh started to convulse around him.

The stallion's flare had widened to max girth, and a steady stream of thick, creamy horse cum exploded into the stud's maw, which he happily gulped down.

It seemed that the horse's violent climax was matching up with each and every one of Spitey's own tiny eruptions, which intensified the sensations and lengthened the orgasm for both. Once the excitement died down, Spitey slowly pulled his now-flaccid length from the stallion's rump, followed by a thick stream of his own cum that splashed on the bedrool next to the pool of thin precum the stallion had left.

With the resulting mess piling up, Spitey slipped a couple fingers into the leaking rump to capture some of the seed, which he licked up and followed up by cleaning the creamy-splattered horse flesh with his tongue.

A moment later, the stud fell forward onto his belly, squishing cock between belly and bedroll, even though it was retracting itself and retreating to the sheathe. He flicked his tail down to cover the crease between his rump cheeks, indicating that he was done, for now. He curled a finger to ask Spitey to lay with him. Once the dragon was laying down beside him, he whispered gently in his ear his name and a location where they could meet up again, as well as a strict warning never to tell anyone what they did that night.

Lars was happy to oblige, and felt himself wanting to encounter this mercenary more often.

Once the two seemed comfortable with the terms of their allegience, the stallion wrapped his powerful arms around the dragon and held him close, sharing his warmth with Spitey before falling asleep.

The End?