Starfish

The last tourists have finally left and the beach was lonely. There were no umbrellas anymore, no deck-chairs and those mobile sales booths, where tourists bought for far too much money drinks, icecream, shells and dried starfishes for far too much money, were finally gone.

He, a man in his mid-fifties, stood there, all alone.

The sand beneath his bare feet felt cool and the crystal clear water which bathed his feet every now and then when a wave reached that far was warmer than the cool morning-air. For him, the few minutes just before sunrise were the most beautiful and precious moments when he was spending his time at the sea.

He wasn't on vacation, though. Well, he was actually, but not in the meaning of being a tourist. He was on vacation of human society. Being a quite successful businessman, married and blessed with offspring, a nice house in the suburbs of the large city and a large car, he nevertheless always felt empty inside him. The people around him were struggling for success and material wealth, but no one seemed to realize that this world has become a colder place to live in, that rights, he and his parents had fought for in the Sixties and Seventies, were restricted more and more. Above all he was frustrated about the lack of tolerance in society and about the increasing fundamentalism in religions which lead to terrible acts of terrorism and wars all around the world. Certainly, today in many countries gay couple are allowed to marry now, but people who feel more attracted towards some fourlegged fellows, were prosecuted like criminals, just because a few close minded people decided it was morally wrong. But for these very same people it wasn't wrong at all if animals were treated just like goods or wild animals were hunted down for example for medicine made of tigerbones or souvenirs made out of elephant's ivory. That's economy after all and besides, the meat you eat is provided by a supermarket not by a pig or a cow...

There were other things as well which let him take the decision to not be part of the so called human society any longer. After he got divorced, he passed on the house and on the right to see his children and was on his own from now on. He still had enough of money to be able to do what he liked, and so even he preferred to spend the nights somewhere on the roads or pastures under the stars or in some barn like a vagabond, he wasn't a vagabond or homeless at all. He just was free.

He took a deep breath of the crisp, salty tasting morning-air, but there was still another scent in his nose, a scent so intensive but so pleasant to him and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to wash it away now with a nice, long swimming.

As so often before when he spent his time at this area, he has passed the night in a cozy barn and to one of its residents he was very close, of course her owner didn't know about that relationship and he would have never approved. But during this time of the year, the owner was on vacation as well and there was only one person who checked on once a day.

He has fallen in love the very first time he saw her. Her divine body, her long hair, her wonderful equine scent and the way she looked at him. Above all she has felt at once that he wouldn't mean any harm to her and she clearly showed him that she did not only tolerates him close to her but she actually wanted him to be with her. So he had become the lover of that adorable Palomino pony. And every intimate, secret rendez-vous ended with him having his face buried deep between her rearcheeks beneath her raised tail. He ate out her marehood, tasting his own seed he had dumped there before and did never stop before she finally showered him with a torrent of her strong smelling maregold.

There was a reason while he was so much attracted by horses and ponies, mares, geldings and stallions alike: Since he was a child, he was into unicorns and believing firmly into their real existence, he has spent a large amount of his lifetime to find at least one. The more he read about them, the more he felt attracted to them, emotionally but also physically. And then something happened which changed his life forever, something which was so unlikely, so mysterious and nobody would ever have believed him when he told someone.

He was still a teenager, just on the cusp of becoming an adult man, when he had his very first encounter with one of those legendary creatures. It has been just brief glimpse of something white in a deep forest but he kept patient and returned every day - until his patience was finally rewarded: He heared a faint splashing coming from a nearby pond. Carefully he made his way through the woods until the growth thinned out. He paused at the edge of the trees and then he saw him. There was no doubt that this was the most breathtaking, most beautiful animal he has ever seen, and it was no doubt that it was a gorgeous, proud stallion. He watched the creature dipping his head into the water, tossing it back again, that way sending a cascade of water over his back. He then shook and shifted his legs, distributing the water everywhere, and dipped his head down to do it all again. The creature's wet, white fur shimmerd like fresh fallen snow and its ivory, spiralled horn was slightly curved. Water dripped from the fine, billygoat-like beard and iceblue eyes watched the boy curiously.

The boy's knees got weak and slowly he lowered himself onto his knees...

He was able to gain the trust of the unicorn and finally the unicorn accepted him as a sort of an apprentice. For the young man it was a time full of magic and wonder. But he also had to learn - and that was the most painful lesson at all - that there never was a real friendship between them, in contrary, the unicorn consumed much of the boy's lifetime and even energy.

Nevertheless this stallion turned the boy into a man.

And even after so many years after his unicornteacher and the man went differtent ways, he still remembered about that so particular experience with his teacher.

They were on their wanderings and it was a very hot and dry summerday. The air was heavy by the sweet aroma of wild flowers and the earthy scent cultivated acres. But there was also the very musky smell of the equine and the smell of his sweaty body. Since they haven't met any person for days and due to the high temperatures, the boy was nearly naked except of his briefs. But if it was the sommerheat or the scent, noone was able to tell later. It just happened and they both let it happen.

The young man stepped closer to his teacher, reached out and started rubbing the unicorn right at the base of his horn, a gesture he had never dared to do before.

The unicorn came to an abrupt halt and stared at him in a mixture of indignation but also curiousity.

"Teacher, may I?" he asked shyly.

"Mmm-hmmm," grunted the stallion, his ears flickering suspiciously, "what are you up to, boy?"

A warm breeze ruffled his mane which fell almost to the middle of his back and looked as fine and soft like dandelion fluff. The man was not able to resist, something stronger then him, a never before felt passion and longing pulled him closer and the stallion didn't even move as he buried his face without any hesitation into that mane.

He breathed in the equine smell while caressing his white furred back and flanks. The coat felt silky and the sweaty moistness seemed to add to the captivating scent. The man sighed happily as he felt his teacher's tension melt under his fingers. He stepped closer and began massaging the unicorn's neck, gently squeezing and stroking the taut muscles and ruffling

the silky mane.

"Boy, I...," the unicorn began but trailed off into a longing whinny: "Mmmmmm..."

The human's hands roamed over the unicorn's neck and back for a while. Doing so, he leaned forward and accidentally rubbed his crotch against this beautiful flank, feeling his own wetness in his briefs. Indeed, his member was hard like a rock, already leaking pre.

The unicorn looked back at the boy who was about to become a man, the eyes full of desire now. The stallion leaned back against the boy, both their bodies pressing against each other.

All of a sudden the unicorn brought his muzzle to his head, nuzzling the ear he was able to reach. Taken by surprise the boy looked at his teacher and suddenly felt the unicorn's tongue brushing over his face from chin to forehead. The boy gasped and in return he kissed his teacher, his tongue rubbing across those equine lips. He reached out to caress the unicorn's ears with cupped palms, feeling his excitement growing further, shown by the bulge in his pants. The equine opened his teeth and gently probed the boy's mouth with his tongue and caressed the human lips with his own. The taste was sweet and clear, like grass after a heavy rainfall. Slowly the unicorn broke the kiss, whispering: "Today, my student, I will teach you a new lesson. The lesson's name is Do Ut Des, which means I will do you a favour and I expect you to return it in the same way. Deal?"

Before the boy could even answer, there was just a shining blur as the unicorn dipped the head and the sharp tip of the ivory horn cut through the youngling's briefs without even touching the skin beneath it, leaving him completely naked.

They exchanged kisses again and the boy pressed his longing body against his the unicorn's, his painful hard maleness rubbed against the so soft feeling, muscular chest.

With a gentle snort the equine creature snuffled down the boy's chest and belly until the muzzle reached its destination. The nostrils flared as the stallion sniffed the erection deeply. A soft moan escaped the boy's lips, his maleness was now sensitive to the very air.

The velvet muzzletip shoved his testicles up, examining this area as well and tried some tentative lickings from the testicles up along the shaft towards the cock's tip.

The man gasped as the unicorn greedily drew his maleness into the warm maw using his tongue and top lip. He held his breath as animal bit down softly, worrying that the creature might just bit it off but even more excited then before. With another moan the human leaned forward, resting his head against the unicorn's neck, caressing his teacher with somewhat shaky hands. Gently the equine worked over the human's privates until he released them. With a wink the unicorn stretched his neck out between the boy's legs, thrusting them a part. The muzzle was turned upward and then the moment came when the boy lost his virginity to an equine tongue. It was the first time the youngling felt something slip into his anus with a gentle but nevertheless firm thrust. And it felt so wonderful, bringing the human already close to the edge. Impaled anally on that fleshy organ, the boy's cocktip already leaked some pre. The unicorn bucked his head gently, letting the tongue slide in and out, massaging the sensitive inner walls. Waves of pleasure shook the boy's body and with each buck the human's cock slapped against the unicorn's face, moistening it with human precum.

Just as the boy began to stroke his member furiously, the tongue pushed particularly deep into him before it was withdrawn slowly and brought at the boy's throbbing shaft. After a few lickings the cock disappeared again in the warm, wet maw. Knowing that the boy would not be able to hold himself back any longer, the fabulous creature suckled greedily. Suddenly the boy gasped and his climax hit him like a wave. The stallion grunted and snorted, sucking harder to make sure to get every drop out of his student. With both of his hands he rubbed and caressed his teacher's handsome face from jaw to ear until his orgasm finally faded.

The unicorn released the boy's cock and huffed softly: "You taste good, for a human. And now, remember: do ut des. You can also say quid pro quo, by the way. It is just the same."

With that, the unicorn turned and presented himself, his tail arched like a flag.

The youngling took in a deep breath. Though being pleased in such a fantastic way by that so wonderful creature, he felt unsure about the task ahead. After all a unicorn was still an animal, similar to a horse and pictures of horse-manure came into his mind. He never could imagine to lick at a human's rump, but to stick a tongue into an animal's ass... Quid pro quo, do it des... He swallowed. It was all too clear what this unicorn expected from him. On the other hand, how bad could it be? It was simple: Just doing it.

Quickly he moved to the unicorn's hindquarters, viewing the exposed black ring. Carefully he reached out and let his finger brush the stallion's puckered anus. Then he brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them carefully. Of course, there was the expected intensive equine odour, but there was more, and above all, he enjoyed the aroma.

He dropped down onto his knees and pressed his face between those divine rearcheeks, caressing them with his hands and spreading them apart a bit. Sniffing and breathing in his teacher's smell, he kissed the inviting opening gently and finally drew his tongue along the rim and then across the opening, his own cock hardening again. Gods, how much did he desire that stallion... but, now it was the student's turn to please his teacher. But maybe there would be another chance later... The unicorn snorted softly and the boy's attention was instantly brought back to the task before him.

The young man's lickings became more intense and as the stallion spread his hindlegs slightly apart, the human pushed the tongue inside, tasting and smelling him. It tasted like grass and hay, there was a hint of honey and ginger in it as well. All together it was a dry, bitter taste but one the man found to enjoy.

The unicorn nickered joyously and pushed himself back against his student's face and he did his best to push his tongue as deep into the opening as he could reach, caressing the strong tasting inner walls. While putting so much effort into the tonguework, the boy reached down and rubbed the stallion's leathery, large balls, making his teacher grunt in pleasure.

Of course the gorgeous stallionhood war already dropped out. The air around them was filled by the very powerful equine musk and as the man pulled his face out for a breath of fresh air, he breathed in the sweet unicornmusk. There was a strange, somewhat rhythmical slapping sound to be heard. Curiously the inexperienced man had a look and saw the enormous cock slapping against the unicorn's furred belly.

"Never seen that before, boy? That's the way also horses enjoy themselves when there's no mare around - or a student at hoof", the unicorn snickered and wiggled his rump to cause his cock slapping even harder against his belly. "There's your next lesson, student. Be creative and use your tongue and your hands to gather your rich reward."

The human brought his face back against the stallion's rump, eating it out again, that way making his teacher tremble and snorting in pleasure. He dove his tongue deep into the hole one last time before he let it slip it out. He dragged his tongue down towards the unicorn's heavy orbs, giving them some firm lickings as well while he reached out to stroke the large shaft with his hand caressed the popped out medial ring. The unicorn moaned and twitched his legs and released a heavy sigh as the felt now his student's tongue licking up and down the shaft, making its way towards the tip. It took only a few moments until it began to pulse and throb, starting to flare out. And then there was a small squirt of clear fluid.

The boy curiously extended his tongue and carefully licked a little bit of the precum off the coktip. Slightly salty, pleasant actually, he decided. He began wondering what the stallion's cum would taste like. The boy grasped the cock again, cupping the flared glans with a hand and the unicorn slightly thrusted against it, spurting small jets of precum onto his hand. The student switched hand positions so that the unicorn's cocktip was in his left hand and he grasped the shaft of his penis right behind the medialring. The stallion responded by even more vigorous thrusting than before, making steady pumping motions and low groans.

And then those thrustings got more pronounced and sporadic. His glans was flared up to maximum when all of a sudden the unicorn let out a loud grunt, dropped his head and started flagging his tail up and down. The young man's efforts were rewarded with jet after jet of creamy cum. Some of it shot onto his naked chest, onto his face but most was caught by his hand. Instantly the human pulled the still flared glans towards his mouth and gave it a long, cleaning lick. He enjoyed the taste and made sure to get every single drop from his teacher.

As soon as the stallion's climax faded, the stallionhood beganto retract back into its sheath and the boy got back onto his feet, trembling.

"Well, you did learn your lesson very well, my student", the unicorn whickered pleased.

The man in his mid-fifties still stood there at the shore, still he was nearly all alone on the beach. He sighed at the memory of this lesson he had learned so many years ago.

But thinking about that... the mare, he has spent the night with, tasted and smelled nearly the same way like his former teacher. What a strange coincidence. He still had her scent in her nose, arousing, sweet...

Oh, and now I have to have my swim, he thought as he noticed the impressive bulge in his pants.

It crunched under his feet as he made his way towards the water, since every wave rinsed mussels and shells to the shore, most of them broken, of course. Nevertheless he had to shake his head thinking of the people, most of them tourists from the cities, who were willing to pay a fortune for dried starfish, seashells or snailshells. Well, it was their cup of tea. He for himself would never pay for something which the sea provided him so willingly.

The man stepped into the cool water and his right foot brushed against something solid, prickly. He took a closer look. There was a large starfish, like he hasn't seen before, at least not at that shore. Of course those starfishes usally were sold in throse touristmarkets.

Obviously the starfish was still alive, but the man know all too well that the current and the wind would bring that creature at the shore where it would die outside of the water.

So he bent down and picked the starfish up and waded with the beautiful creature in his palm into deeper water where he released it.

He did some swimming, enjoying the coolness and freshness of the ocean and he was about to head back towards the shore, as he realized a blurry motion just below the surface close to him. He took a closer look, but there was nothing to be seen.

Then something grey flashed up just ahead of him but it has disappeared again just before he was able to find out what it could have been. There! A silhouette below the surface?

And all of a sudden it was next to him with clicking and cackling noises which sounded like laughter. It was a dolphin who showed no fear. In contrary, it seemed that this animal was approaching the human on purpose and didn't mind at all as the man reached out a hand to caress the dolphin's back. His heart raced: A dolphin, free and so close to him! Of course, he had seen dolphins before, even in free nature, but never he had been so close to one for actually getting in touch with. Carefully stroking the animal's surprisingly warm and slightly rough hide, which felt like a like an air mattress heated up by the sun, he was filled by such a contentedness and a sort of inner peace.

The dolphin produced another clicking sound and positioned itself beneath the swimmer's hand so its solid dorsal fin could be gripped. The human understood the silent invitation and already the animal started to pull him through the water like it was part of some dolphin-show presented at some marine parks all around the world. Only that it wasn't something trained, it was just the pure, free will of a marine creature to play with a fellow mammal.

The man cheered in delight as it was so much fun. When the dolphin was about to dive, he wanted to lose his hold of the fin, but all of a sudden he realized he wasn't able to do so. His hand seemed to be attached to the dolphin's fin by witchcraft and the animal tagged him merciless along into the depth. Already the waves engulfed his head and it went deeper and deeper, into the darkness. The man thrashed about in panic and tried to get away but all of his struggling was in vain. He was so panicked that he didn't realize the fact that he was still able to breath in wondrous way.

Calm down and just enjoy the ride, I don't mean any harm for you. Just keep breathing as you usually do. I am about to bring you to my Lord, he wants to get to know you.

It was obvious that he was about to die: After all, it was impossible that someone had spoken to him here beneath the water where he was able to... breathe?

As I said, breathe slowly and calmly. And you can let go now, but never try to escape since it would be your certain death. We are close to our destination.

He did as he was told and the dolphin circled him for a few times, releasing more of his clicking cackles. Was it really the dolphin which spoke to him?

The creature positioned himself properly until the man was riding the dolphin, just underwater. It felt warm and solid between his thighs and the man felt a certain, familiar stirring even he was still frightened. Of course, he had read about sexual interactions between humans and dolphins and he has even actually watched various movies, but so far hooved animals, maybe also canines, attracted him much more. But now, riding on that dolphin, obviously a sentient creature communicating with him, he was inclined to give it a try if there was an actual chance.

Deeper towards the sandy ground it went and he noticed a quick movement close to him, only now realizing that he was able to keep his eyes open under the water.

His eyes widened in astonishment as he recognized that they were just in between a covey of seahorses. But covey wasn't the proper word, since the animals around him were not seahorses like he knew. They were mere sea-horses because the smallest one of them, probably still a pup, was about the size of an outgrown pony, so it certainly was to be called a herd. Above all these creatures were more similar to actual horses than to the sea dwellers of the same name.

All of a sudden one of these creatures came close to the man's side. He wondered if it was an albino because except from some black spots and the greyish fins it was white like fresh fallen snow. And strangely enough, this creature looked quite familiar to him as it nuzzled his side playfully. Its eyes showed a cunning and covetous sparkle and all of a sudden he felt himself set back in time for a few hours, surrounded by the warmth and scent of the beautiful mare, his face buried in her marehood, eating her out greedily. It hadn't taken long until he tasted her juices and his beard was drenched in her magnificent scent of fresh cut grass and hay. He felt connected to the mare on a higher level and he gave her all the affection he could give. And her body language and her lustful grunts showed him how much she seemed to reciprocate his passion. Finally he had replaced his tongue by first a few fingers and later it was his whole hand which slipped into her. It didn't take long until his forearm disappeared into her. The warm, twitching and pulsing mucous membranes gripped his arm and he felt around inside her as deep as he could reach until she climaxed in a sort of an explosion of juices and smell. With his free hand he had stroked his own member and he had his orgasm at the very same moment he felt the warm wetness around his arm...

The sea-horse had disappeared as suddenly as its herd had appeared before and he was all alone again on the dolphin's warm back. The ride seemed to last an eternity and he the man started to lose the feeling for time and space. He was surrounded by a dark green, dusky gloominess and there was no other sign of life around him except of the dolphin he was riding on.

We are almost there, there was the voice inside his head again and he looked around. Close your eyes and don't open them until you are told to. Otherwise it will mean your certain death. Do you understand? Keep your eyes closed under any circumstances until you are allowed to open them again.

"I have understood," the man whispered and forced himself to close his eyes.

Actually it was a very good thing that he did as he was told, because he certainly would have freaked out if he had realized that the dolphin beneath him had disappeared already long ago and that he was riding on literally nothing in an obscure void. He felt comforting warmth around him and he breathed evenly and quietly, just as the dolphin instructed him as well.

"Now you can open your eyes, my friend. You are finally at home, your new home! Welcome!"

The voice was warm and somewhat smoky. Maybe that was the reason why he didn't grasp the exact meaning of those words at once: At home?

He opened his eyes and to his own astonishment he wasn't too disturbed to find himself standing on firm ground in an enormous hall. He was still able to breathe although the creature before him seemed to swim. It was the white sea-horse talking to him.

"Where are we? Was it you who sent the dolphin to bring me here? And are you really the mare I have given all my love and passion?"

The sea-horse snickered and it sounded like laughter. Then it made an inviting gesture with the fishlike part of its body: "So many questions. But as you know and as your teacher has taught you long time ago: No questions, no lies. Just follow me. Someone waits for you."

The man nodded and followed the strange creature. He couldn't help but admire the sea-horse's beauty and its graceful movements.

His steps sounded hollow on the ground and he realized that he walked on choicest marble. The immense hall was illuminated brightly by dozens of torches along the walls. They traversed hall after hall, hallway after hallway and every now and then he was able to have a glimpse of some marine animal which looked so differently from what he knew from his visits of the various aquariums in his world.

Finally they entered a large, gorgeous room which was equipped with precious gems and pearls. Its walls seem to be covered by gold and silver and there was a large, strangely formed piece of furniture which seemed to be a sort of a throne. There were also a few common looking chairs, obviously meant for humans to sit on them. The room's floor was covered with finest sand and shells. And everywhere silky and comfortable looking cushions on the floor as well. On a table at the end of the room was a large decanter full of red wine, at least it looked like wine, and there were large golden plates, richly filled with fresh fruits and finest pastries. It was all too obvious that one has expected the human's arrival.

"I... I don't know, what to say", the man stammered and looked around in awe.

"Well, then better shut up", the sea-horse neighed and added as if it could read the human's mind: "And be assured that it is not Neptune or any other God you humans tend to pray to. Those are just myths, but we try our best to use these to hide our true nature from your kind. But every now and then we reveal ourselves to a worthy soul."

The sea-horse motioned the human to wait and swam towards the throne. The creature was hovering above it and its contours seem to dissolve. Its muzzle became longer and the fins on its back started to change. All of a sudden shining bright light flooded the hall and blue sparks cracked through the room. The smell of molten iron filled the air as the human closed his eyes, the light too bright for him to watch.

Timidly he opened his eyes again and his heart missed a beat; not out of fear, but out of joy:

Where just had been the sea-horse, there now was the most gorgeous and noble creature to be thought of.

"A... dragon," he gasped in awe and dropped down onto his knees.

"No need for that", the dragon rumbled softly. "Get back on your feet and step closer, my friend. It was me after all, who has invited you in my realm. Not many humans are honored that way. You are the first one within five decades as far as I remember."

The man blushed deeply: "But... What did I do to deserve this? I mean, I am just a common man and, well, after all, I don't live my life the way everyone expects me to do. I mean, I am not interested into earning more money or driving a larger car or living in a more luxurious home. I have left my family many years ago and instead of women or even men I prefer..."

"Mares."

The dragon finished bluntly.

"I know, my dear friend, that you prefer the company of mammals. And there's certainly nothing wrong about it. Besides, we have already met several times at that occasion."

The dragon winked and brought the muzzle close to the human's face. The voice was soft and silky as the creature continued: "And you have been a unicorn's student and lover. Did you really believe that this part of your curriculum vitae hadn't any effect on your preferences, desires and dreams? Besides, we have met several times before during your... how should I put it... well, adventures. And I have always felt the purity and honesty of your love and affection."

"Then you won't judge me?"

"Why should I do so? Only a fool would judge you. Though admittedly, humans tend to be foolish in general. But there are some few exceptions like you for example. You have proven your worth several times. You show greatest respect and care for your environment. Only recently you have proven it again as you have saved the starfish's life by bringing it back into the deeper water. Your teacher told me about you and I watched over you already for a very long time until I have taken the decision to reveal myself to you. And I wonder if you would enjoy the company of a dragoness as well or if you prefer my equine shape."

And then they talked. About how much the human has lived his life under those watchful eyes of the dragoness without ever having a clue that there was such a mighty creature watching over him since he was a teenager. That it was her who had sent him the unicorn teacher. While they talked, she took great care of him and his needs and so day after day passed by in the dragon's palace, somewhere in her realm, somewhere under the sea, invisible and sheltered from the world outside. They got closer and more familiar with each other: The man was like an open book to her and in return, she told opened herself to him. And thus one thing leaded to another. At first non-binding touches became caresses, shy pecks became passionate kisses and it didn't take long until the man finally had decided on a future at the side of the love of his life.

The air was still felt by the heavy scent of their earlier passionate lovemaking.

Snuggled up closely against her beneath her wing he listened to the beat of her heart and her regular breathing. Her warmth and her scent, which was slightly equine as well, gave him a feeling of security and comfort.

No, he would never leave her; he never wanted to be without her company anymore, although he knew all too well that she would be still alive when he already had become sand on the ocean's ground.

Carefully he withdrew from her and looked over her wonderful body as he already has done so many times before. She was dainty and rather small for a dragon, barely larger than a shire-mare.

Her scales glittered silver and blue-green, belly and chest were protected by solid white scales which nevertheless felt silky and soft when he cuddled up against her. The tip of her tail was spaded and the way her wings but also her paws were designed for fast locomotions under water as well as in the air. Down her back ran fin-like spines.

Admiring her slender snout over and over again, he couldn't help but embracing it with his hands. He planted a tender kiss onto her muzzletip. Her nostrils flares slightly and he felt her warm breath washing over his face. Dragon's breath was said to be foul and smelly, but that wasn't the truth. Her breath was as pleasant and fresh as the oceanbreeze.

Quickly he withdrew again from her since he didn't want her to wake up, at least not yet.

But when he was about to crawl on all fours away from her, he felt a playful nudge at his rump.

"Where do you think you are going? First you wake me and then I get no breakfast? You can't be serious if you think I would aggree to such an imposture."

A playful pat hit his naked rearcheek, but of course the dragoness took great care of not injuring her human friend with her sharp talons.

"Ouch!" The mean screamed in mock indignation and wanted to crawl away again, but she caught him with her forepaws at his sides and pulled him back towards her. She giggled playfully and pressed her snouttip against his rump, her warm breath caressing his naked skin.

"I know just what my human likes," she whispered and used two of ther talons to spread open the man's rear. She pressed her muzzletip against his anus and sniffed deeply, taking in the male scent. She really liked it and obviously her human enjoyed the feeling of being sniffed back there a big deal. He mumbled in delight and pushed himself lustfully back against her muzzletip. He never could get enough of a muzzle at his rump, a sort of pleasure he usually only had found when he spent time with fourlegged lovers, since there were nearly no human partners who shared this kink with him. There was a man every now and then into that fetish, but he had never met a woman who wanted to bring her face at his rump. Men are more inclined to try weired things than women, but this dragoness was so different from every female he knew: She was very eager to please her human lover and shared all his fetishes. By meeting her he had hit the jackpot so to say.

The dragoness sniffed him for a further while until she couldn't hold back herself any longer. She wanted to taste him so badly. She slipped her tongue out of her muzzle. The forked tonguetip tickled his anus before she started to lap slowly and firmly at that wonderfully virile-scented pucker, teasing the hole again and again, savouring its warm taste, rumbling in delight. That treatment made her lover moan in pleasure and desire. She spread him further open and applied some pressure, penetrating him with her smooth organ. She pressed more of her tongue into him, rubbing along the slick, fleshy walls which contracted against it immediately. She explored him, wiggling her tongue back and forth, here and there, she withdrew it nearly all the way out - only to push it back a little bit deeper than before.

The dragoness knew all too well what she was doing and what she had to do and indeed it didn't take much time until the human's maleness was erected to its full pride.

After poking through the sensitive anal tunnel for a short while longer, the tongue receded; slowly and teasingly the draconic tongue was now removed from her lover's rear, just when the man was about to bring his hand at his own by now rockhard member. With a snarl the dragoness forbade any activity of her friend. Lustfully she snorted her warm breath against his rear, while her slick tongue delved into the human again. It prodded firmly against his prostate, letting the man moan and gasp in pleasure. Viciously she worked that so sensitive gland with her tonguetip and it didn't take long until the first drops of precum were to be seen at the human's membertip.

Sounds of wet slurping, moaning and panting filled the air while she showed her affection for her human devotedly.

It was a game they enjoyed to play every morning and neither of them wanted to start the day without that ceremony: Each morning the dragoness got her breakfast_as she called it. A _creamy breakfast above all, she never wanted to miss. She even didn't mind that sometimes her tongue brushed against something very bitter tasting so deep inside the human. Whatever it was, she simply pushed her tongue through that soft bitterness and did some cleaning that way which brought her lover even faster to his climax.

The human shivered and his cock's throbbing and twitching was a sure sign for the dragoness that the man was about to deliver her creamy meal. She gave him some further moments to enjoy her tonguework until she withdrew quickly. In a swift, fluent movement she brought her muzzletip beneath the man.

She snorted in anticipation as the man's pre coated her nostrils. Instantly she let slip the throbbing meat into her warm, wet maw.

The man rocked his hips and started to thrust into her, eagerly to give her the creamy reward she deserved so well.

He gasped as he felt her talon slip into his now slippery anus, giving him further stimulation while she suckled greedily like a cub would on a teat.

And then she tasted his slightly bitter, creamy gift. She sucked harder to make sure to get every single drop of his precious load.

Eventually the human's climax faded, but when he was about to withdraw from her, he heard her warning snarl and felt a gentle but demanding tug on his softening maleness.

There was something else the dragoness loved to taste in the morning and the man knew it all too well. But this had become a part of their game as well that he pretended to forget about that. With a mock bow he said: "Of course, my dear, how could I forget that."

She grunted in content agreement and held his cock in a tight grip of her jaws, of course not injuring him with her sharp teeth. She started to suck again.

Since in the morning his bladder always was full to bursting, it was very easy for him to let himself go and after only a few moments the dragoness tasted the somewhat spicy bitterness in the spreading warmth in her maw. He emptied his bladder fully into her maw and she drank down everybit of his urine, savouring its taste.

When he was done, she finally releaases the member and planted a gentle kiss onto its tip.

"I will never get enough of your tastes, my little human. Nothing better than a creamy breakfast."

The man turned around and planted a passioante kiss onto her muzzletip, not minding his own taste at all. He finally had found what he was looking for all his life and he knew that their bonding would last as long as he lived.

And that's just because I once saved the life of a starfish by putting it back into deeper water.

THE END.