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Just a small story I came up with during my free time. Heavy scat and watersports content so don't bother reading if you aren't into those!

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Braxor drifted through the sky, his usually beautiful scales seeming more grey than their normal white hue in the dull light that seeped through the dense clouds. Being an adult male, his impressive wings were more than capable of keeping him aloft simply gliding on the calm breeze and, although the weather was cloudy, it was obvious that there was no storm brewing so he had no fears about flying so leisurely.

The clouds had settled fairly low this afternoon and the resulting fog had reduced his field of vision to a fraction of what it usually was. Down below was a thick carpet of tall coniferous trees with the only clear areas as a few rocky outcrops which were just large enough for him to land but ultimately there were no obvious features to the untrained eye. This was Braxor's domain though and he knew every inch of it like his own scales so he had little trouble finding his way through the thin fog using just the features of the ground directly beneath him.

His thoughts were broken by a soft whistling noise, almost inaudible at first but slowly getting louder. Luckily, with his wings locked into a gliding position, there had been no wing-flaps to distort his hearing so he had caught the noise just in time. Instantly he dropped his right shoulder, drawing in his right wing tight to his side so that the world began to twirl and rush up to meet him with increasing speed. He dropped out of the way just fast enough and a pair of talons shot past him, inches from his back.

He wasted no time in looking to see the identity of his attacker; he knew exactly who it was. Rolling himself in a tight spin, he righted his position and re-opened his wing, driving both of them down quickly as he raced his way up towards the clouds where his scale colour would give him an advantage. His attacker was fast, faster than him and had already rallied themselves to once again come at him; this time from below.

Braxor however was calm and not as reckless as his attacker. As he neared, the white dragon rolled once more, arching his back so that he drifted to the side and a streak of green scales shot past into the clouds without ever making contact with his white hide. Although the other drake now had the advantage of being hidden above the cloud line, Braxor knew that his cave was close and if he could just reach it then he would be fine.

Once again, he held his wings steady, flying in the densest part of the cloud and trying to keep himself quiet but there were no sounds of incoming attack, no signs of the other dragon. All was as quiet as it had been but a minute ago. He could see his cave come into view and he bit his lip. He knew the green dragon was waiting above the clouds for him to make the first move. He'd have to make a break for it. Pulling both of his wings into his side, he plummeted towards the earth, aiming for a clearing that was a few hundred meters from his cave. Almost immediately behind him he heard the roar of the emerald drake who came shooting through the clouds in his wake. Braxor's stomach tightened.

The wind rippled his cheeks and buffeted his eyes as he tore towards the ground at startling speed, his heart pumping loudly in his chest as he held his nerve. He couldn't open his wings too early. He waited for a few more seconds, each one feeling like an hour as he hurtled downwards towards the sharp rocks, knowing that if he timed it too early or too late then it would all be over. Only at the last moment did he pull up, his wings popping open to catch the wind and angling themselves to bring him out of the dive so close to the ground that he levelled off inside the clearing below the treeline. Just as he planned, the fall had given him enough speed to cover the last few hundred meters without the need to flap his wings and this clearing in particular had a stretch without trees that ran all the way to his cave entrance that was only just larger than his wingspan.

The green drake had pulled up moments before Braxor had as he didn't have the nerve to risk the trees despite his slightly smaller size. He tried to continue the chase but Braxor now had a safer position and was travelling too fast to catch him. He had lost.

The white drake tucked his wings in and dropped to the floor, sliding a few meters further on the mud before he came to a stop just outside the cave mouth. He grinned and waited smugly as the green dragon caught up and landed beside him, panting heavily.

"I...almost got you..." The emerald dragon managed to say between breaths. He had a small smile on his face as he looked over his smug friend. He couldn't help but think that he looked rather handsome with his chest slightly puffed out and that grin on his muzzle. He could be so cocky when he won. The slightly larger white drake was just too experienced in this kind of weather for him to keep up and there was no way he was risking his hide by pulling up so late.

"Nearly Shyan, but not quite fast enough." The white male purred and began to stroll into his cave where it was warmer and less muddy, his head held high as he milked his victory. The pair had been chasing each other all day but now it was late in the afternoon and he was tired. Not to mention that it was growing colder outside as the afternoon wore on.

Shyan followed his friend inside, taking advantage of his position by bringing his gaze up to stare at those powerful white thighs. He found himself blushing and shook his head clear of such thoughts. Braxor didn't know that he was gay and they had been friends for so long now that he was worried about telling him. Being caught staring at the white male's perfect rump would definitely not be the best way for him to find out. He sighed a little as he walked through the flowstone cave; he wished Braxor was gay.

"You ok, Shyan?" The white dragon called back to him. The sigh had echoed through the cave. It was unlike him to be upset over losing a game.

"O-Oh, yeah I'm fine..." Shyan called back, stumbling a little over his words at having been caught out, "I-I just wished I lived in such a nice cave. The stones are really pretty." He replied, feeling a little better at his smooth recovery.

Braxor smiled. He had indeed gotten lucky with this cave and he had always been proud of how nice it was. The strange stone was naturally shaped so that it looked liked a running river that had been petrified mid-flow, some parts of this rock river formed small stationary waterfalls from small cracks in the side of the cave. Braxor had no idea how it had come to be this way but he loved how it looked. He made a special point of keeping it clean and tidy so that he could show it off properly whenever he had company.

"Well tonight you can. It's getting late and rather cold. Why don't you just stay here tonight?"

Shyan's eyes lit up and he felt new energy surging through his tired body at the suggestion. "Sure! I'd love to." He blushed a little at his evident excitement and shrunk back a little, trying to calm himself. "I-I mean, 'I'd like that'."

The white drake ignored the blunder and just smirked. He was well aware that his friend was easily excitable. "Well I think we'd best build ourselves a fire before it gets too cold."

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Outside the cave, the sky had turned completely black with the thick cloud cover blocking out any starlight. The temperature had plummeted so much that a layer of thin frost was starting to spread across the forest floor like a slow moving creature of ice that turned everything that it touched a sparkly white. All the forest animals were hidden away in warm dens or nests so that nothing moved except that prowling carpet of frost. The only signs of life came from the smoke trail that came rising out of Braxor's cave and inside he and Shyan were huddled around the burning log pile.

Shyan closed his eyes and hummed quietly to himself, focussing on the soft crackling of the fire and the quiet bubbling that came from the hot springs at the back of his cave. Everything seemed calm around him; he was warmed by the fire, and he had his best friend a few feet away from him.

"You'll catch me someday." Braxor crooned from his position across the fire, though he was currently more interested in picking a piece of meat free from between his teeth than focussing on his green friend.

A small smile broke across Shyan's face and he opened his eyes. He may have been a fit young dragon but Braxor always had the advantage between them. "Maybe. I doubt it though."

Braxor lifted his white head and focussed himself more on the conversation. "You doubt it? Why?"

The younger male felt his cheeks flush slightly darker. "Well, you're bigger than me... bigger wingspan... bigger muscles. Plus you know this area a lot better than me. Braver too... I mean, that dive today where you only pulled up at the last second; I couldn't do that!"

Braxor's white cheeks darkened too but luckily the firelight hid it well. His smile didn't go unnoticed though. "Thank you," he crooned, "though that doesn't meant that you don't stand a chance. I mean, you're fit too. You're smaller, more agile. You can easily out turn me in the air. I bet you'll get me at some point."

Shyan's tailtip flicked about a little at all the compliments. He was glad that his friend saw him in such a good light. "Maybe if I could see you better in those clouds. Your scales are perfect! You're nigh impossible to see when you glide through them."

"Perhaps, but I like your scales much more though"

The green dragon couldn't help but tilt his head at that. "Mine...? But why?"

Braxor paused a moment, biting his bottom lip avoiding eye contact with the smaller male. He hadn't intended on saying anything like this tonight but he had been careless with his speech. "Because... they're really handsome..."

Although Braxor wasn't looking at his friend, he could hear the soft rumble that he gave at the compliment and could practically sense the smile on his face. He was glad that he had reacted so warmly to it but it still left him plenty embarrassed.

"Y-You think I'm handsome?" Shyan asked, trying to stop his tail from wagging too excitedly. It was, after all, a lovely compliment from his crush.

The white drake's eyes were glued to the floor and his cheeks burned hotter than the fire in front of him. He had never said that Shyan was handsome, only that his scales were, but he'd be lying if he said 'no'. He had always harboured a secret interest in his friend. "Well....yeah..."

Shyan's body shook a little and he had to wonder whether he was dreaming or not. His best friend and crush has just called him handsome! Could it be that he was gay too? Could it be that he wanted to be mates? "W-Wow. Thank you!..." He paused a moment, unsure whether he should go on. If he said nothing more then the moment might be lost and there might never be another chance to bring it up. On the other hand if he had misjudged the situation then he might scare away his friend. He bit his bottom lip nervously as he considered his options.

"You know, I always found you handsome... Much more handsome than I." Shyan finally muttered, though the words echoed in his ears as though he had shouted them through the cave's network of tunnels.

To Braxor the words sounded muffled, distorted as though heard through water or over a long distance. Ever since he had called Shyan 'handsome', his heart had been racing in his chest and thudding so loudly that it had hindered his hearing. He had been trying to simply control his breathing and not look like he was panicking and yet there seemed to be nothing worth panicking about.

It took a few seconds for him to register Shyan's response, his mind running over the words again and again to make sure that he hadn't misheard anything, hadn't misinterpreted the tone of his voice. Slowly he raised his head a little and stared at his friend's forelegs, as close as he could manage to his eyes without looking away.

"T-Thanks Shyan." he paused a moment before finally forcing himself to meet the smaller drake's eyes, "...A-Are you... gay...?" He watched Shyan recoil noticeably as though he had been struck and he instantly felt a painful pang in his heart. Had he offended him?

Shyan had indeed pulled back, unsure in his unnerved state as to whether it was an honest question or an incredulous accusation. He was so afraid of repulsing his friend that he almost shook his head but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He loved Braxor. He wanted him to know someday and right now he could take a step towards that. Maybe he would be fine with him being gay and everything would go back to how it had been today; it'd certainly be a huge weight off of his shoulders. Perhaps some day they would grow even closer and Braxor could experiment and learn how great males could be. Then he might fall for him. Maybe Braxor was gay; he _had_called him 'handsome' first. Though that may have just been a compliment. Either way, Shyan just couldn't keep this secret any more and if he said 'no' now, he would never be able to tell him.

"....Yes..." The word was barely audible. If the fire had crackled; if the wind had blown, if Braxor had breathed at that moment then he would not have heard but everything had frozen in time just to hear that short utterance; that quiet admittance of the secret that Shyan had held secret for years.

The small green dragon couldn't look at his friend, nor even close to him. His head was turned and hung in almost a sense of shame. He knew it was ridiculous, being ashamed of something that he could never hope to control and yet here he was, feeling awkward and pained at his admission. He almost wished that he could take it back.

He couldn't see his friend's face though. Braxor's previously nervous features had softened and a small, child-like smile had spread across his face. The statement had meant a great many things to him and every single one made him consequently happier. He now knew that he and his friend were of the same mind; he had someone to open up to and be himself around. He also had the flood of joy that his friend was comfortable enough around him that he could be so open and so honest with him. Finally, he realised that he was possibly in a position to get closer to Shyan, a dragon that he had been interested in for as long as he could remember... and yet here he sat with his head held low as though his secret was something to be ashamed about.

Braxor didn't say anything for a few moments, his brain struggling to find something eloquent to say to help his friend relax and feel better but he just couldn't think what he could possibly say. "...M-Me too..." He managed to mutter across the fire, seeing his friend's ears perk up and his head turn hopefully towards him. There was no way he could stop the smile spreading across his face as he saw the hope that engulfed Shyan's face. After years of holding it secret, he had finally found someone who not only accepted him, but was experiencing the same things as himself.

In that moment, they both felt weightless; their minds held no burdens, their friendship had never been stronger. Shyan couldn't believe it.

"Y-You really mean it...?" The smaller drake asked, eyes glinting in the firelight.

Braxor only gave a small nod, not trusting himself to speak initially for fear that his voice would tremble. "I-I just never told anyone before."

Shyan nodded too; that he could understand. He had always feared being rejected for it before; not by other people, just Braxor. Now though, he felt better than he had in a long time. "Yeah... me neither. Suppose I just always thought I was different... weird maybe.."

The white drake tilted his head a little and caught Shyan's gaze. "Weird? You mean, because of the 'gay' thing?"

"W-Well, that and a few other things..." The young male replied after a few moments. He had never even considered letting on about his other secrets but then again, he had never expected to tell anyone he was gay either, not for a long time.

The white male's interest was clearly peaked. "Other things? Like what? You can tell me." He crooned reassuringly. He wanted to know for the sake of his own curiosity but he also wanted there to be no more secrets between them. After the relief he'd felt from admitting to being gay, he didn't want Shyan to still hold a burden of some sort.

"I-It's just... you know... things that I 'like'."

Braxor blushed a little as he thought about it, though he couldn't stop his slit swelling slightly as he thought about his friend, and crush, sexually. "I won't judge you, Shyan."

Shyan let out a long shuddering breath as he tried to slow his heart; all this secret-telling was making him a nervous wreck. Biting his lip for a moment, he decided that he couldn't keep his secret from Braxor now, not without creating tension between them. He didn't want his friend to think that he couldn't trust him. "F-Fine... I -I know it's weird and I don't expect you to like it or understand it. A-And I don't want you to be freaked out by it but...I-I like... piss." He finished the sentence with a small whine and dropped his head. The moment he admitted to it, he felt worse than he had before. It was off his chest but now his friend would think of him as weird. Even though he said he wouldn't judge, Shyan wouldn't have been surprised if his friend looked at him differently from then on, and that wasn't even the worst of his fetishes..

Braxor's eyes widened at the admission and, whilst he tried to suppress his surprise, he couldn't stop a small rumble escaping him. Even Shyan, in his embarrassed state, looked up in curiosity. Now it was the white male's turn to blush.

"W-What I mean is, I've thought about that before too." He said and managed a weak smile. It seemed him and Shyan were more similar than he had imagined. Perhaps things _could_work out between them...

"Really?!" Shyan had to try and calm himself so that he didn't wriggle with nervous excitement. Braxor was gay _and_into the same fetish. "A-Anything else you've thought about?" The younger male asked. He knew that he shouldn't be too pushy with such a sensitive subject but everything so far had been good news. Why couldn't he probe just once more?

It was Braxor's turn to squirm now. "Y-Yeah..." That was all he managed to say at first before his embarrassment took ahold of him. It was a long few seconds before he was capable of talking again and even then his voice was strained. "I like... things relating to piss."

"You mean....?"

Braxor nodded his head ever so slightly.

"You like... shit?" Braxor whined when he heard the word spoken aloud. He had never _ever_considered telling anyone that filthy secret of his and yet he couldn't lie; not to his friend and crush. He felt disgusting for even just saying it. All he could hope is that Shyan wasn't too disturbed by it.

Shyan however was too busy trying to snap himself out of this dream to answer. The chances that they were both gay and into the same filthy fetishes should have been practically zero. If you had told him a day earlier that Braxor was gay and into both scat and watersports he never would've thought it possible but now, somehow, it was true.

"I like it too. I-I never thought that anyone would even _tolerate_the things I like." The young green said, trying to contain his excitement. His emotions were all boiling up inside of him and he was struggling to keep his mind focused on any one particular mood and it was having a drastic effect on his inhibitions.

"I know what you mean!" The white drake exclaimed, his whole body flooding with relief as well as a slight hint of arousal with this newly found common ground. He felt his cheeks turn a soft tinge of pink. "Have you ever, you know, tried it?"

Shyan shook his head and fiddled with his own paws, still attempting to get comfortable in this new social situation. "What about you?"

Braxor shook his head as well. He had always wanted to try it but had never had the courage to tell anyone about his secrets until today. He gave a small smile though. Now he had someone who he could really trust; someone who really knew him. "It seems we're a pretty good match, eh?" He said with a small chuckle, although behind the mask of the small laugh he had meant every word.

Shyan smiled too, meeting Braxor's gaze. "It certainly seems like we are."

The larger male paused for a short moment, gathering his courage before he opened up one final time. "You know... I've always 'liked' you, Shyan... I mean, really'liked' you."

The emerald dragon's heart almost stopped when he heard the words. A smile spread across his face that he simply couldn't control and he knew that he'd be smiling for hours to come. He'd never quite felt this happy before. "And I've always 'liked' you, Braxor. Always."

Slowly, the smaller dragon rose and walked around the fire on unsteady feet, his entire body shaking from the emotional exhaustion that seemed to have seeped into his every muscle and weakened them. Reaching his new boyfriend, he lay down once more and pressed into his warm side. The friendly, masculine scent of the larger white drake filled his nose and put his restless mind at ease. This was a place where he had dreamed of being and a place where he hoped to stay indefinitely.

Braxor let loose a small rumble of satisfaction at Shyan's touch, lowering his head to nuzzle softly at his new lover's cheek. As much as he adored the gentle touches and warm cuddling, Braxor couldn't deny that all this talk about their dirty kinks had left him a little riled and the thought that he would now be able to try them out was only making him more and more eager to bed his mate. With a small bump of his nose to the side of Shyan's head, he caught his attention.

"You know, we could always give those things a try tonight." He cooed teasingly, already feeling his loins bulge. It clearly had an effect on the young green too as his cheeks took on a slight reddish hue.

Without even waiting for an answer, the white dragon rose from his position by the fire and began to wander a little deeper into his cave. Shyan was quickly up and following his love as they made their way towards the bubbling hot springs that resided near the back of the large cave network. It took only a minute or so to get there but both dragons walked in silence, each dreaming nervously about what was about to happen.

Braxor grinned at his mate as they arrived at the hot springs, pausing a few feet from the water's frothy edge. "Might as well have some fun in a place that'll be easy to clean up afterwards." He smirked. "Now, if you're going to be my mate, then you'll need to _smell_like my mate. I want everyone to know who you belong to. Get onto your back."

Shyan obeyed immediately, still grinning from horn to horn as he settled down in position. He tried not to squirm too much but it was difficult with the amount of energy that was now surging through him. "Mmm, gladly."

The larger male took a small moment to look over his new mate; that toned, fit body, those inviting tree-green scales, the bulged slit between his hinds and, of course, that handsome face of his. Stepping over the smaller male, he dipped his head and pressed his lips right against his lover's, locking them together in their first ever kiss. Both dragons moaned softly into each other's lips as they shared in their first ever intimate moment; a moment that they'd both been dreaming of for years now. In turn, they gently cupped each other's muzzle to hold themselves in place. Neither drake wanted to break that kiss and the only reason that they eventually did was that Shyan jumped in surprise as he suddenly felt his belly being trickled upon by a warm stream of liquid.

His cheeks instantly darkened to the point where they shone a bright ruby red that was far from his normal scale colour. He ducked his head under his lover's to see the source of the stream and he couldn't stop himself from gasping excitedly when he saw it. Braxor's shaft had slightly dropped from his slit and he was now emptying his bladder all over his smaller partner. It fell in a hot golden torrent that was steadily growing in strength so that it gradually lifted from his belly up to his chest where it began to make a much more resounding splattering noise.

Within seconds Shyan was fully hard. He was being marked by Braxor just like the many times he had dreamed about it! He couldn't resist lifting one of his paws and rubbing that golden nectar into his scales to make sure the essence of its scent was spread to every one of his scales. He wanted to be marked by Braxor and he didn't truly care if anyone else knew it either. Not any more. The only person whose opinion mattered was the one stood over him, showering him in his urine.

Braxor himself was growing harder at the sight of his piss-loving mate starting to bathe himself properly in his fresh urine though he couldn't help but envy him a little bit for his position. Reaching down with one of his forepaws, he tilted his Shyan's head back up once more and kissed him, spreading those scaled lips with his tongue and delving into the depths of his maw. They remained for a few moments, enjoying the raunchy kiss with their tongues wrestling back and forth and cocks growing ever harder but the kiss was broken once more, this time by the white male. Gently, he placed a paw on top of Shyan's head and guided it underneath him, taking a small pidgeon-step forwards at the same time.

"_All_of you needs to smell like me." He rumbled, finishing his sentence only a moment before that hot, salty stream began to land on his mate's muzzle. Shyan's only response was another excited gasp as that richly-scented liquid began to douse his face and flood his nose with a much stronger whiff of male urine.

Slowly Braxor aimed his stream up and down his friend's body, making sure to soak him from his tailbase all the way up to the horns on his head so that there would be no doubt that he was, in his entirety, Braxor's mate. Luckily the white male had a good sized bladder and had plenty of piss to cover all of his torso and head. Even as large as his bladder was though, he knew that it still wouldn't be enough to sate Shyan's piss-lust from the look of ecstasy on his face.

The white male held his stream as long as he could, swinging his hips a few times to spray a little more wildly over his lover near the end but sadly he couldn't keep it going forever. He bit down on his lip as he tried to keep the flood of piss going but after nearly a minute or so, it began to dwindle. Shyan, who had by now been well showered in that golden waste, attempted to make use of every single drop, reaching down to grab his mate's shaft and aim it down at his own. The pleasure he gained from having that hot piss soaking over his cock was doubled by the taboo of the whole situation. Playing with urine gave the small dragon thrills that he knew he wouldn't get with anything else. He was a dirty dragon and he knew it.

Braxor's bladder did eventually run dry though and the relief that the larger male felt was so blended with pleasure from the gentle strokes that his lover was now giving his cock, that he could hardly tell them apart. Shyan gave his mate another short kiss as he stroked that beautiful cock. He paused his pawing to give a squeeze right below his tip before he finally let go of his member.

"If I have to smell like you then you have to smell like me." He chuckled and gripped the male above him, rolling the two of them until his wet, urine-scented body came to rest on top of his mate's. "And if you get to piss on me then I get to piss on you."

"Mm, sounds fair to me." Braxor growled lustily.

The white drake had no problems at all with such an arrangement and eagerly awaited his own golden shower. Shyan however, had no intention of standing up right now. Keeping their bodies pressed together, he began to drain his bladder between the two of them so that it pooled on Braxor's belly before trickling down his sides. Slowly, the green male began to rock his body up and down, grinding both of their cocks together as he emptied his bladder onto his friend and mate.

Braxor could see exactly why his friend had moaned before; the feeling of warm urine soaking over his scales was incredible. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He'd had warm water trickled over him, he'd been in hot springs, but nothing compared with piss straight from his lover's tap. For some reason, the knowledge that this warm jet of liquid came from his mate's bladder made his entire body tingle, made his cock ache more painfully than he had ever felt it ache before. He wanted to pissed on; he needed it, and Shyan was certainly giving it to him. The intense pleasure was probably all a psychological thing, but he simply didn't care because it was such a wonderful feeling. He would quite gladly take every drop that his mate could give.

The smaller dragon grew bolder as his stream grew to full strength, sliding further up those white underbelly scales so that his cock began to rub into his chest and add a yellowish tinge to the previously white coloured hide. He didn't stop there either, continuing to rise much to Braxor's surprise. Before his stream even began to fade, he had his thick shaft squashed between his belly and his mate's face and was emptying his bladder with no concern at all. Even as he pissed, he continued to grind and thrusts his hips so that he really worked that fetid urine into his scales. He had no doubt that everyone would recognise Braxor as his own as well as vice versa after he'd rubbed his piss-drenched shaft against his face scales.

Braxor was shivering as he felt his mate grinding his cock into his face, still spraying strongly as he did so that the larger male was completely dripping with the briny nectar. He utterly adored the feeling of having his crush piss onto his face and he vowed in his arousal driven state that from that moment on Shyan would never piss anywhere else but over him.

Even Shyan was enjoying his moment on top. Peeing on his crush was far better than just relieving himself outside and he was getting more and more excited with the prospect of not only an entire night of filthy fun with Braxor, but also hopefully a lifetime of it. Just listening to the grunts and soft moans that his lover gave with each lewd thrust against his muzzle made him want to do it over and over again. He also got a lovely sick thrill from the thought that his mate was now marked with his scent and that anyone who got close enough would understand that he was taken. Even as that golden torrent flowed over his lover's piss-saturated muzzle and onto the floor below, he still urged his body to keep going, to keep marking him, because the longer he could pee, the stronger his scent would be.

His stream began to ebb however and the young male reluctantly pulled back from his friend's muzzle, standing slightly to give him the last few dribbles that he could muster before it finally came to a stop. For a brief moment, they both remained still, just panting and trying to register exactly what they'd just done.

"W-Wow...! That was incredible!" Shyan finally said and Braxor rumbled in agreement. The white drake took a moment to look down his over his own body, seeing the small pools of yellow piss on his damp scales. Every breath he took was now heavy with the scent of piss and the side of his face had a few small strands of pre where Shyan had been rubbing himself. With a sly smirk, he looked up at his mate.

"Your turn again." He snickered. Shyan blinked a few times but obediently rolled onto his back, watching Braxor roll over and begin to straddle him once more.

"You still have to piss?" He asked curiously, a little bit of awe in his voice at how fast his friend's bladder worked.

"No..." Braxor replied with a sly grin on his muzzle. It took the smaller male a moment to figure out exactly what was going on but when he did his heart began to race.

"Y-You mean...?"

"Yep. I'm going to turn those green scales of yours a nice shade of brown."

Both of their cocks were throbbing hard between their legs. Neither had ever played with dung before but tonight that was about to change. Braxor already knew that he was fairly packed and a day of flying and running around had left him with a healthy load ready to drop. Carefully he walked over his lover and positioned himself in a nice low squat right above the centre of his chest. In this position, his long cock was pointed right towards Shyan's muzzle but the small green hardly even noticed it with the anticipation of what was about to happen. He tried to move his body as little as possible so that his friend didn't 'miss' but he couldn't help but shift his head to try and get a better view.

Seeing his excitement, Braxor took pity. He stood once more and turned himself around, lowering himself once more above Shyan's strong chest but the other way around this time. He hiked his tail high so that the view of his pink tailhole was completely unimpeded just a few inches in front of the emerald dragon's muzzle and right above the centre of his chest once more.

"Better, my love?" He asked, a slight croon of playfulness in his voice.

"Much!" Shyan replied, rumbling at the sight of his best friend's perfect rump and especially the sight of that tight twitching ring right in the centre of it.

"You're lucky it's such a cold night tonight, otherwise I would have gone outside and dumped this hours ago." Braxor joked and then began to bear down on his bowels. Shyan definitely counted himself lucky for that.

The smaller male watched in fascination as that ring began to quiver and flex, opening a tiny amount before shutting once more as though it was trying to tease him. He was already riled up enough but now, lying on his back and watching that twitching hole, he couldn't stand just watching. He had so much energy brought on by the absolute ocean of hormones rushing through his body that he felt that he had to do something, anything, just to not be lying still. HE felt like he could burst! Reaching up with his forepaws, he started to massage those muscular cheeks, those powerful thighs that he used to stare at whenever he could. Braxor might have been the faster flier, but Shyan had never been discontent flying behind him.

The white male let out a small moan as he felt his rear being groped and squeezed and even spread in preparation for his escaping load. Shyan definitely seemed to love his scaled rump. Each time he toyed with it, Braxor lost his concentration and he would have to bear down again but each time his load shifted a little closer to his ring and a little closer to his mate's chest. It took a minute or so of sporadic pushing to finally break through but the small shiver and whine that came from Shyan when it did made it all worth it.

From the smaller male's position, he saw that beautiful pink hole start to bud outwards, bulging a little before the tiniest point of brown began to pierce through the middle of it, soon followed by a quickly widening tip. Within seconds the thick piece of dark brown shit had started to take shape, emerging into the cool air around it and beginning to steam from just how fresh and heated it was. That steam hit the green dragon's nose almost instantly and he instinctively took a deep sniff of its familiar scent. He had obviously smelt his own dung and even been around the scent of other's dung but nothing compared to the smell of his lover's hanging precariously right above him. This was a smell he would happily have smeared into his scales.

From this distance he could see every small fibre of that log forming as it dipped and curled towards his chest; he could see the muscles of his mate's rear bulging and squeezing that solid mass onto him, and he could see the spot where that log was going to land on his chest. He had to grip the floor to stop himself from squealing with joy. It just kept growing and, seeing as Braxor was the larger male of the two, it was larger than anything that Shyan himself produced, but it could only last so long before it broke off and it was getting to the point where Shyan was desperately waiting for it to drop.

Finally Braxor gave a small grunt and his tailhole tightened again, cutting off the heavy first log. As it collided with his chest, Shyan's breathing instantly stopped. He realised that it was much softer than he had originally assumed and because of that it landed with a soft thud and stuck firm to his chest, turning those scales under it a dark brown. It was a lot warmer than he'd thought too. He'd seen it steaming and had assumed that it would be warm but for some reason it felt as though it was searingly hot against his scales. It seemed that all the pressure in Braxor's bowels had built up behind that one log because now that it had finally given way, the smaller drake was suddenly treated to a flood of increasingly soft logs of fresh dung spewing in an almost constant stream from that white rear; each one making his cock jump when it hit his chest merged with the sizeable pile.

The white male was feeling much lighter already and was enjoying the strong scent of his own shit as he unleashed it. He rarely ever dropped his load inside of his cave but he found that the cave walls and roof really trapped the smell and made the whole room wonderfully odorous with his foul scent. He didn't bother to look back at his mate just yet, deciding that he should finish before he made too much of an effort in moving around. After all, they did have the entire night to play.

Shyan squeezed those cheeks a little tighter in his paws as he watched the load on his chest get bigger and bigger until he felt as though almost all of his chest was in contact with at least some dung. He stared at that pile, salivating slightly at it's scent and the healthy rich brown colour that it carried. Right now, while acting as a toilet for his best friend's dung, he felt happier and more aroused than he'd ever been before. It was only after a few moments of watching that unchanging pile that he realised that Braxor had stopped.

"W-Wow, Braxor. There's so much shit!" Shyan half-moaned, half-spoke without ever taking his eyes off of that mound.

"One of my traits, I suppose. I'm glad you appreciate it." He chuckled, knowing full well that Shyan was loving the amount of shit he could produce. All the smells and taboo of what they were doing were really starting to get to the white male now and he was becoming more and more playful by the minute. Casually he took a step back, lining his rump up with his friend's muzzle. "How about you clean me up?"

The emerald dragon gasped once more, that rump pressing right against his lips as he friend squatted so that he had little choice but to clean him. Not that he minded of course, rather the contrary. He loved the idea and was more than happy to lap up every morsel. Tentatively, for he had never tasted it before, he pressed his tongue against that browned opening, dragging it upwards to scrape off any remnants of warm shit that he could manage. The taste was bitter though not particularly overwhelming. In fact, he really kind of liked the subtle tinges of its flavours. It seemed to stick to the inside of his mouth so that he couldn't get rid of its taste but honestly he felt that he didn't want to get rid of it. He was actually enjoying the flavour of Braxor's fresh manure. Knowing that he was willingly licking dung from his lover's tailhole and liking the taste had been a fantasy that he'd always had and now he was living it.

Braxor too was enjoying the attention his friend was giving to his sensitive rear. He sat down a little on his muzzle so that Shyan's tongue could really rim him out properly and tried to relax his tailhole to see if he could work that tongue inside of him. The added bonus of getting his tailhole cleaned so soon after shitting was definitely adding to the situation but the feeling of that wet tongue lapping over his opening and attempting to wriggle inside was pleasing enough.

Still, he didn't want that dung pile to get cold so once he was satisfied that his rear was at least mostly clean he stood up once more and turned so that he was still stood face-to-face over his handsome lover.

The smaller dragon was still lying on his back, completely at the mercy of the larger one on top of him. He was unsure what he had planned although he was pretty sure that he was going to love it. It all became apparent pretty quickly though as Braxor suddenly began to squash his forepaw into the fresh dung pile and slide it around on his mate's chest. The soft dung squelched up through his toes and over his knuckles forming a disgusting paste-like goo but he kept on rubbing that rank-smelling waste over those tree-green scales.

"I told you that you were going to be a brown dragon, Shyan." The white drake said with a chuckle. Shyan smiled back and began to hatch his own plan.

"I won't be the only one." Reaching his paw down, he grabbed a handful of that dung and rubbed it right across the side of Braxor's white muzzle. The larger drake paused from a moment, the heat of that fresh shit striking him first and then the pungent smell. His eyes grew wide in shock as he considered just how his usually-perfect scales must now look. Slowly he began to grin and raised his dirty paw to cover Shyan's face too, filling the smaller drake's nose with an even stronger dose of vile dung-scent.

"If you're going to try and coat me as well then we're going to need some more shit." Braxor rumbled as he used both front paws to rub brown streaks all over the emerald dragon's face. He was completely relentless in his assault as he aimed to cover every inch of his lover and infuse that scent so deeply in his scales that no amount of cleaning would remove it. Shyan managed to wriggle his face free from those shitty paws for a moment to reply though those green scales were already dung-brown and clumps of thick mess stuck to his cheeks.

"I think I can manage that." He giggled and began to bear down himself. He hadn't needed to relieve himself quite so desperately as Braxor had but he was pretty sure that he could still make a mess if he tried.

Braxor turned himself around once again and began working on rubbing the remainder of the shit over his mate's stomach. He focussed hard on working dung into those scales and getting a good covering as far as he could reach. He was intentionally trying to make it difficult to clean later so that his mate would retain his scent for as long as possible. They mostly hung out with each other anyway so they would be the only ones to smell it and he loved the idea of having Shyan smelling of his shit.

Shyan was more than happy to smell of his mate's dung. However, right now he was too busy bearing down on his bowels and trying to relieve himself whilst on his back to think about it too much. It wasn't easy but soon he managed to work something free inside of him and his tailhole began to spread. From where Braxor was positioned above him, he could see perfectly as that light brown log began to poke out of his pucker, slowly arching towards his tail as it grew.

The larger male couldn't resist the sight of his lover's dung and lowered his paws, taking a seat on Shyan's stomach and cupping his paws under his rear to catch all of that emerging dung. His load was definitely smaller than Braxor's had been earlier, but the smaller dragon still managed to push out a few good sized logs of lighter brown waste into the white male's brown paws.

The rich aroma from it only added to the smell that had filled the room but the sight of the mess had been what had really aroused Braxor. His cock was throbbing crazily as he watched Shyan cut off one final thick log. The final pile in his paws heated his digits wonderfully and made his cock ache painfully at the sight of it. His hormones were raging in his body and his heart was pumping wildly. He was too horny. He needed to cum and soon.

Turning around, he placed that fresh load on Shyan's chest with a dull splat, using it almost like a table so they could both have access to the steamy load.

"Shyan, I'm so pent up. I-I want to fuck you." Braxor moaned, the sight of his dung-smeared lover only making him want it even more.

Shyan couldn't deny wanting the same thing, his cock aching from their dirty foreplay. He needed to cum too. He gave a small nod. "D-Do it. F-Fuck me." He managed to say, though his voice was strained once again. He knew he'd have to try to calm himself for this and so he tried to slow his breathing a little.

Braxor lowered himself so that he was practically lying on top of Shyan and quickly lined himself up. His throbbing shaft found its target and smeared his pre on the opening, mixing it with the residual dung to make a messy lube that would make the whole situation easier. The white male gave his partner a soothing rumble to calm his nerves and he pressed their lips together for another passionate kiss. Using this as a distraction, he began to press his hips forwards slowly, feeling that pucker loosen a little and begin to open. He took a few attempts of gentle rocking back and forth without ever slipping inside to help relax his lover, distracting him with his intruding tongue. It was only on the fourth or fifth push that he finally felt his spaded tip slip inside.

Braxor immediately felt Shyan's body go tense as he tried to deal with the girth of the white male's impressive shaft and at the same time he was trying to deal with just how tight his clenched tailpipe was and so he paused. He waited for him to recover and relax before he went any deeper. Shyan's tailhole was far from clean and there were small squelches that let him know whenever he thrust into another piece of dung. He would be lying if he'd said that he'd wanted it clean in the first place though. He wanted his cock to come out covered in a thick layer of Shyan's dung and this thought drove him to pick up his pace and search deeper inside of his lover.

Braxor had shut his eyes, enjoying the intimate moment between them but Shyan however, had his eyes on that steaming pile on his chest that he had just produced. The emerald dragon's underside had been covered in Braxor's dung and there was no way that his white-scaled lover was getting away with being so clean himself. Even if he was getting a little dirty from pressing his body against the green's and even though he did have that thick brown smear on his face from earlier, Shyan had every intention of making him dirtier.

Picking up some of that warm, fetid pile, he carefully coated his own two paws before bringing them up to rub over his lover's face as they kissed. Braxor didn't even need to open his eyes to know what was happening and he was all too happy to let it occur, his tongue coiling with his mate's and his hips driving his shaft deeper into that messy hole in response.

The green drake smeared down over his neck so that they both looked like two brown dragons from the shoulders up, albeit slightly different shades. He couldn't reach much further though in this position with his mate hammering his prostate so he resorted to just smearing every inch of his lover's face with his dung.

Braxor had one final plan for the remaining handful of dung though. Picking it up, he slipped his paw down underneath him and gripped Shyan's cock, squeezing the semi-soft waste into his sensitive tip. Shyan cried out into the kiss as his shaft was enveloped in the hot, soft handful of manure. Before he could give any more of a response, Braxor broke the kiss and began to pick up a ferocious pace of thrusts. The green dragon felt his prostate being repeatedly squashed by that dung-coated cock as well as that shit covered paw stroking his own member. His eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn't take it any more.

"O-Oh Braxor!" He managed to stutter before his cock erupted with long jets of white cum that landed on his stomach where they stood out against the dark brown scales. His tailhole tightened unexpectedly and gripped Braxor's cock, compacting all of the remaining dung in his tailhole around his friend's shaft.

Braxor then lost it as well and let out a drawn out moan before his cock started to spray inside of Shyan's filthy tailhole. He kept thrusting and kept his paw pumping until they were both deep in the depths of afterglow; Shyan's rear filled with cum and both of their belly scales smeared with the previously-green dragon's seed.

Exhausted, Braxor collapsed onto his mate to simply enjoy the comfort of the disgusting cuddle as they caught their breaths.

"Mm, I love you, Braxor." Shyan rumbled. His body finally calm enough for him to speak again.

"I love you too, Shyan" Braxor replied followed by a soothing rumble of his own.

For a few minutes they didn't do anything more. They simply lay in each other's company and relaxed. It was only as they began to grow more tired that they realised that they should probably get cleaned up and head to bed.

Once they had washed themselves in the hot springs and washed away the pooled piss from the floor, they wandered up to Braxor's bed for the night, side by side the whole way and mostly silent.

It only took a few seconds for them both to fall asleep in each other's arms, both of them dreaming about what they would do the next day.

****

The next morning they both slept in late. Shyan woke first but decided to simply bury his muzzle in his lover's neck and doze as he waited for him to wake up. It was much nicer to hide in the warm, musky depths of his love's neck than to face the brightening light of day and get out of bed without him.

Braxor woke only a few minutes later anyway and rumbled as he felt the comforting embrace of his mate by his side.

"Good morning, my love." He crooned, his voice a little croaky from a long night's sleep.

"Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?" Shyan asked quietly, in no mood to move from his mate's side.

"Mmm, I need to piss." The white male rumbled playfully. Shyan could already feel their morning wood pressing up against each other.

"Same here." He chuckled.

"I have an idea." Braxor flipped himself around so that his face was now in his mate's crotch with his own cock right by Shyan's muzzle. "This way neither of us have to wait."

Without even pausing for a reply, Braxor pointed his shaft towards his mate's face and began to let his bladder loose. He didn't even care that it was in his bed. He reasoned that their bed was probably going to end up filthy anyway so there was no point in holding it in and going back to the hot springs to do this. No, he had no intention of getting out of bed just yet.

Shyan shuddered as that fat cock pressed against his lips and began to spray, drooling warm piss over his lips before it began to pick up strength and really batter his muzzle with its full power. At the same time, the white male pressed his snout to his lover's shaft and began to kiss and lick at it gently, if just to tease him for a while. It certainly worked though as those toying little laps managed to get the smaller mate to gasp, his mouth opening and being instantly flooded with salty urine.

Its briny, warm taste was a little strong to be dealing with so soon after waking up but it certainly helped shake of the sleepiness. He certainly wasn't about to reject it whether it was tough to drink or not. Its potent flavour was strong enough to remind him that his mate was patiently waiting for his own morning drink. With minimal effort he began to let his own bladder drain, hearing the satisfied rumble of his lover as his white scales began to get wet.

Braxor was feeling particularly experimental today and slipped his mate's tip into his mouth, drinking thirstily straight from the tap. The sensation of those lips closed around his cock brought a small thrust from the emerald male and caused him to gulp the huge mouthful of pee he had been collecting. He pulled away from Braxor's cock after that, having drunk enough, so that now his chest came under fire instead. From then on the smaller male focussed on rubbing that golden liquid into his scales and adding to the residual smell from yesterday whereas the larger male spent most of his time drinking that tasty, watery piss that his mate provided, only taking small breaks to shower his head.

All in all, it was the perfect way they could imagine spending the morning with each other even if it only lasted little more than a minute. Braxor's stream finished first and Shyan spent a little time just pumping that thick cock as he finished up himself. Braxor had locked his lips around that cock again as the stream begun fading and continued gulping until the stream had totally stopped. He gave a few small swirls of his tongue around that sensitive flesh, lapped over the slit on Shyan's cock to clean it and then pulled his lips back.

"Mmm, your piss tastes wonderful, my love." Braxor rumbled, turning to look at his mate. Even from nearly the other end of his bed, Shyan could smell the urine on his breath.

Shyan giggled. "You're such a dirty drake, you know that."

"As are you." The white male reminded him.

"True. A hungry drake too though. Want to grab some breakfast?" He asked. His belly was beginning to rumble and, as much as he didn't want to get out of bed, the discomfort in his stomach was starting to win against his laziness.

A sly thought immediately dominated Braxor's mind. "We could have breakfast in bed."

"We could?" Shyan didn't remember seeing any stores of food in the cave and it seemed a little pointless to go hunting only to drag the food all the way back and sit in bed once more. He'd much rather eat it when he caught it. He had little time to ponder it though as Braxor's hind leg had pressed against his shoulder and rolled him back onto his back, the white drake climbing above him once more.

"Of course we can." He chuckled and squatted down just above Shyan's face. "A nice steaming pile of shit."

Shyan felt his already-hard cock pulsating at the thought. He'd considered eating before and, as he'd know from the night before, he enjoyed the taste but that didn't stop him feeling a little nervous; nervous but very interested. "Oh wow. S-Sounds perfect."

"Only on the condition that I get my breakfast in bed as well though." The white male rumbled playfully, hoping that his friend had something stored for him too. He'd probably feed him even if he didn't, but he hoped that he did.

Shyan nodded eagerly. He did indeed have a load stored up and ready to share but right now he only had eyes for the load that he knew was hiding just behind his friend's pucker. With plenty of care, Braxor lowered himself even further, resting his tailhole gently against his lover's lips. He immediately felt that tongue lap from the base of his hole right to the top and he shuddered. Man, he loved to be rimmed. It was distracting though and, much like the groping the night before, it slowed him down. Neither of them particularly minded that though what with Shyan getting to enjoy the sweet taste of his friend's tailhole and Braxor getting to savour the loving rimjob.

Still, that puckered hole eventually gave way under the pressure the dung just behind it, the pink ring spreading and beginning to force out a soft log right against the green dragon's tongue. The taste was much stronger than he remembered, probably because he had only been licking at small chunks the other day, but he still found himself madly in love with the flavour. It was much richer and carried a weirdly dull, dirt-like taste that seemed to hang around in his mouth once the initial bitterness was gone but he loved it. He stopped any licking and simply rested his tongue under the falling log, cupping it and guiding it into the back of his mouth.

With his tongue and lower jaw taking the weight of that shit, it never snapped off, growing to such an impressive length that it was poking out of his lips when Braxor finally cut it off. Unlike yesterday, he was happy to slide forward and look over his shoulder to watch his mate eat his waste, his cock throbbing all the while.

Shyan found the dung difficult to chew through. Even though it was soft it quickly became thick and clammy in his mouth making it hard to swallow and his only solution was to keep on chewing. All the while his white-scaled lover was smiling down at him; loving the sight of his mate feasting on his fresh shit, loving the knowledge of exactly what his mate was currently doing. It gave him such a sick thrill as it did to Shyan too. The green continued mixing it with saliva in his mouth and squishing it between his teeth until it became a thin slurry that he could swallow though plenty still stuck to the inside of his mouth.

"I've got another one if you want seconds." Braxor crooned down at his mate.

Shyan nodded and smiled a brownish smile. "Sure, I-I love the taste. But why don't you get your breakfast at the same time?"

The slightly larger male grinned at the idea and repositioned himself so that he was laying on top of his mate now with his rump just in front of his face. The position had the added advantage of setting his own face right above Shyan's tailhole as well and he couldn't resist lowering his muzzle and beginning to kiss and suck on that tight rim.

It felt to Shyan as though his dung was being sucked right out of him and he quickly began to push in assistance. It took no time at all for Braxor's muzzle to suddenly be flooded with a very soft load of shapeless dung. He let out a loud rumble around his mouthful as he got his first real taste of turd. It was a little overwhelming at first but simply holding it in his mouth for a while eventually dulled his sensitivity to the taste.

Shyan wasn't sure exactly how much to push out and so took a rough guess at when his friend's mouth might be full. He wasn't correct and overdid it slightly so that when Braxor finally lifted his head, he had a trail of warm sludgy dung smeared on the front of his muzzle where the shit had escaped his lips and simply slid down his face instead. It was a sexy sight, especially when he could tell that inside that muzzle was a huge mouthful of his own crap.

While keeping himself busy chewing his mouthful, Braxor lifted himself once more and squatted ready to give Shyan his final log for breakfast. The emerald dragon happily opened his mouth wide, his tongue hanging out as he awaited his brown feast. There was no ceremony about it now as the white male was far too focussed on trying to chew his fetid meal without spilling any out of the side of his lips. He simply pushed as hard as he could and let the torrent of dung loose into his lover's mouth.

It quickly piled up inside his maw and even piled up to the edge of his lips but Braxor couldn't be bothered to squat again after this so he continued shitting, letting the pile grow well past his lips before he finally ran out of dung to give. He finally swallowed his own filthy mouthful, shuddering as he felt that slimy gulp of shit slip into his stomach, but then he turned his attention back to his mate who was still lying on his back and wondering how to deal with that huge pile in his mouth.

Turning himself around, Braxor climbed on his lover, laying belly-to-belly with him and grinning.

"Bitten off more than you can chew, eh?" He joked. "Don't you worry. I think I know just what to do."

With that said, he lowered his muzzle at right-angles to Shyan's and slotted their muzzles together, sliding his tongue into that thick pile of steamingly hot shit to find his mate's tongue. They both began to moan and caress each other gently, both of their cocks throbbing hard as they shared the filthy kiss that they'd both dreamed about with the drake they had always wanted to do it with. For minutes they simply squashed that dung between their tongue, passing chunks back and forth and slowly turning the thick shit into a thin lumpy juice that they took turns swallowing.

Once the whole lot had been swallowed, they started to clean each other's mouths by dragging their dextrous tongues across each other's teeth. Their tongues were just as shit-coated as the teeth and so it made little difference but they loved it all the same. Finally, when their jaws and tongues began to ache, they broke the kiss, staring into each other's eyes and cuddling close.

"I love you, Braxor." The green crooned.

"I love you too, Shyan"