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The sounds of bugs from the fields next to us make my ears flick slightly. It provides a soft counter to the sound of party goers and music emanating from the tavern down the road. The meadows and flat land allowing the sound to reach farther, not really allowing us silence unless we go to the nearby woods.

I squirm slightly as my collar shifts on my neck, my heart racing at the leather brushing up against the fur of my neck. Looking up at my dragon, I’m met by her deep brown eyes, her golden scales glinting in the light of a nearby torch. While in her feral form, she’s a good few feet taller than me, even on all fours. I take the chance to admire her back facing, almost wood brown horns, both pairs sleekly meld with the back of her head and her jawline.

Daring to look down at her body, gulping slightly at just how good she looks. She has the same curves and muscular frame as her anthro form, her soft yellow underbelly complimenting her golden scales. A series of small horn-like spikes line her back, catching my eyes for a moment.

As I admire her, she lets her eyes travel my own face and body. Outside of my gold accessories, I’m only wearing my collar and a loincloth, I feel completely exposed to anyone who looks at me. I know she wants people to see me, and as her fox, it’s to be expected that I show off a little. But I do wonder if she's more fox-minded than I am.

I can almost feel her rumbling purr radiate from inside her chest as she looks me over, her tongue rasping across her lips slowly. My tail wags softly as she does this, the couple inch long, jewelled, gold bracelet at the base of my tail, making it a little bit of a challenge to make the movements smooth with all my tail floof.

“Does it fit well?” She asks, bending her head down a little as she speaks, her gaze on my collar.

I give her a small nod, moving a paw to my neck, my fingers admiring the leather. “Yes, Mistress.”

“It’s not too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect.” I respond, blushing softly.

Her eyes travel up to just above my head, focusing on the horns she gave me, letting out a small huff. She brings her maw to the small, solo horn on my forehead, before moving to the two pairs of larger horns on the back of my head. After a moment of thought, she gives my front right horn a lick, making me tremble as she does so. I can’t help but moan in response to her attention, biting my lip as she draws back, a smile on her lips.

“They look so good on you, pet.” She purrs out, withdrawing her tongue into her maw.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She moves her nose to my fur, her nostrils flaring slightly as she sniffs across my forehead, my cheeks, all the way down my neck and chest. Her nose comes to a stop at my loincloth, making sure to sniff extra deeply at the fabric, moaning out slightly as she breathes out. Blushing deeply at this, I squirm against her breaths, trying my best not to grind myself against her nose.

“What’s wrong, pet? You’re looking so flushed...” The dragon purrs out smiling up at me. “You’re not thinking of being naughty, are you?”

“O-of course not, Mistress. I-I’d never...” I whimper out, biting my lip. “Never want to be naughty.”

This makes the dragon chuckle, a smile forming on her lips as she inhales against my bulge again. “And if I gave permission?”

“Th-then I wouldn’t be naughty, not would I? I’d be free t-to do so...”

She takes a moment, opening her maw for a second, as if to speak. But then, she closes her lips, weighing my balls on the end of her snout, inhaling again, and again, and again. But this only lasts a minute, before she pulls back, a small blush on her own cheeks as she turns towards the tavern.

“Let’s go, pet.” She purrs, starting to walk down the dirt road.

I instinctively give a small nod before walking with her, following close to her as we head towards the tavern. The closer we get to the cobblestone and wooden structure, the more party goers we pass. My cheeks burn as I feel a couple of them look at my bare rump, their gaze lingering on me for longer than a quick glance. The attention makes my tail wag from side to side softly.

“You’re getting quite a but of attention, pet.” My dragon half whispers as she glances at me.

“They’re... looking at the jewels, Mistress.” I respond, blushing deeper. “You’ve basically covered me in them.”

“I wanted to adorn you in the same beauty that’s inside you.”

This makes me squirm even more, my ears folding down slightly to cover my face, my earrings coming into view in doing so. The gold rings I usually have in my upper ears have been replaced with floral ones, with ruby spheres in place of berries. My lower ones having been replaced with ornate, gold teardrop earrings, emeralds and sapphires in their centres. Seeing them in my ears makes me whimper softly in response, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“How do you see something I can’t?” I ask under my breath, slowing my pace slightly.

“Because I’m a dragon, dear pet.” She says, matching my new pace. “Do you think I’d lie to you?”

“Of course not, Mistress. I just...”

“What is it, pet?” My dragon stops, her tail weaving from side to side softly.

I stop too after a couple more steps, looking back at the dragon as I wrap my arms around my middle. “What... do you see in me?”

She stays silent for a few moments, seemingly waiting to see if I’ll expand on what I said.

“I’m nothing special...” I continue, shifting my weight from foot to foot slowly. “I have no magic, non that you didn’t give me when you gave me my horns. No skills of any note, few passions, I’m... not good at anything. And yet, you’ve shown me more love than anyone I’ve ever met. Gifted me more jewels, clothes and gemstones, than my entire family’s seen in the last two generations.”

The dragon lets a breath out through her nostrils, taking in my words as I fall silent.

“Pet...” the dragon starts. “You know dragons are very materialistic creatures. We show love through sharing our hoards.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Hush.” She comes up to me, pushing her nose against mine, rubbing our noses together for a few seconds. “I saw you. That’s all. There was never any grand secret held within you, only ever you.”

“But, I’m just... a fox...”

“You’ve never been just anything, pet. Never just a creative, never just a food lover, never just strong, never just kind, never just you. You’re a thousand little and big things, all tangled together in a ball of floof.”

Tears start to flow from my eyes, and I whimper as I quickly wrap my arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. A few minutes pass as I softly cry against her shoulder and neck, feeling her wrap her neck and head around me, hugging me back in her own way. This lasts a few minutes, allowing me to settle down, pulling back from the hug slightly. The dragon gives my cheek a soft lick, making sure it’s a slow, passionate lick that makes me tremble, before moving her lips to my large ear.

“Who’s idea was it to start growing ivy in the apothecary in our dungeon? Making it look more beautiful.” She says, whispering soft against my ear lobe.

“M-me...”

“And who takes care of the herbal garden? And makes sure the solar-lanterns stay on so the plants can grow?”

“I do,” I sniffle softly.

“And who is the tavern’s official food and drink taster?”

“I am.”

“Exactly,” she kisses me on the lips, letting the moment hang for a few seconds, before pulling back from it.

“You sure I’m not the tavern’s taster because you funded the construction from your hoard?” I ask after a moment, wiping my eyes slightly.

“Oh pet, I funded the tavern so I could get a dragon’s lifetime worth of food and mead. You got the job because you like food.”

I chuckle at this, nuzzling her softly. “Well, I’m glad it’s due to my own skills.”

“Now, let’s get inside. We gotta show off that ass of yours,” she purrs out.

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

My dragon plants a kiss on my lips once again, before she turns towards the tavern once more. I follow her again, looking up at the tavern as we draw closer to it. It has a cobblestone base, with solid stone walls and thick beam supports. There’s the main hall at the centre, about two and a half stories high, which has a wing of rooms at either side of the hall, both of which are two stories tall.

Coming up to the main entrance of the tavern, the doorman, a muscular ram, gives us a wink as we enter. And a soft grope of my ass, making me whimper and huff as we pass. With a blush on my cheeks, the warmth of the tavern envelopes me, the soft music, the sound of chatter and joyful times. We take a few steps into the main hall, and I look around the hall I’ve grown so fond of.

Two rows of long, clothed, wooden tables line the centre of the room, three tables long. Each row has a decent amount of space between them, allowing for a good flow of people through the room. With the main bar counter taking up the back end, shelves upon shelves of bottles and glasses lining the back wall. A sofa or two are propped up against the side walls, each already taken by a few guests. One of which takes my eye; a particularly attractive male horse, almost wearing less clothing than I am. I take note to try and find him during the night, maybe see if he needs someone to help keep him warm.

After allowing myself to look him over, I draw my attention away from him, and I keep pace with my dragon, as we walk in between the two rows of tables. We come to the bar, my dragon orders a pair of drinks for the both of us. The bartender brings me a glass of mango cider, and my Mistress a barrel of black cherry mead, hefting her order onto the counter. I can’t help but sniff the air softly as I take hold of my drink, the air being filled with the fruit scent of the alcohol.

My Mistress places her front legs on the counter, and dips the tip of her snout into the barrel, gulping the deep red liquid down quickly. As she does this, she brings one talon to my glass, lifting it up towards my lips. I chuckle softly as she does this, gulping it down just like she did with hers. The collar tightens slightly around my neck as I drink the cider, each gulp a reminder of the leather that I sometimes forget is there. She doesn’t let me stop before the glass is completely empty, making me shiver as I out the glass down.

“There you are, pet.” The dragon says with a smile, glancing around the hall a little. “Now, why don’t you go around the party, hmm? I want the entire party to get a look at that fine rump of yours.”

While I want to stay beside her, I know better than to disobey her. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t forget to keep that tail raised.”

This makes me blush as I start to walk down the hall, my tail rising up instinctively. “Yes, Mistress.”

I move to one of the side sections of the hall, leading to a wing of the tavern. There’s a good amount of guests, even in the side sections of the building, leading to the occasional close encounter. It’s the same as when I first entered the tavern, I get a few glances from party guests. I continue to move down the wing of the tavern, being met by the familiar stone walls, wooden floors, and modest decor. A three person couch sits on one side of the side room, with a table either side of the couch. Luckily, it’s empty, and allows me to take a seat at one end, curling my tail to my side.

I’ve never been great at finding prospective partners during parties. Most of the time they come to me, tug my tail up, and give me a good ride. I definitely enjoy it, but occasionally it would be nice to have my own fun.

Looking around the side section half absent mindedly, a large, feral dog catches my gaze, walking around the tavern floor, passing in between party guests. It’s a German Shepherd, and has got to be twice the size of a normal one, or about the size of a dire wolf. My cheeks burn slightly at the sight of the G-Shep, instinctively looking in at its back legs, finding a plump spade poking out from between her thighs. Gulping softly, my mouth begins to water slightly, my nostrils flaring as I take a breath, ears folding back slightly against my head.

Licking my lips, I’m half tempted to follow the dog through the party. But as the thought flows through my mind, the dog looks over to me. Her gaze sticking on me for a few seconds, before she starts to walk towards me. The dog continues to move swiftly in between the party guests, a little faster in step as she draws closer.

Coming up to the sofa, the dog jumps up onto the cushions, stretching across it before she properly lays across the couch. Her head comes to my lap, and while her body is on its side, she lays her chin on my thighs. I blush deeply at this, feeling my cheeks burn as her head presses up against my bulge. My heart races as she applies a little pressure, nuzzling it a little.

“O-oh... you’re a friendly pup, aren’t you?” I ask rhetorically, my paw moves down to her side, unable to keep myself from petting her.

The German Shepherd wags its tail as I look her over, my paw running over her side, fingers grazing her belly.

“You have such beautiful fur...” I half whisper out, licking my lips slowly. I look around the party for a second, making sure no-one is actively looking at me. After a few moments, my paw starts to move further down her body, sliding down to her rump, before groping her soft ass cheek. “Such a beautiful body...”

Huffing out a little, I dig my fingers into the cleft of her ass cheeks, taking a moment before finding her wet spade. With a bite of my lip, I let my fingers examine the dog’s outer folds for a few moments, before sliding them into her triangular pussy. Her insides are incredibly hot and wet, and I realise she’s probably in heat. My cock throbs underneath the loincloth, tenting the fabric as the dog grinds her nose against it, sniffing deeply at my length.

“Mmmph, my one weakness...” I chuckle softly. “Somebody sniffing my cock.”

I look around the both of us, at the other party goers, a blush on my cheeks. While a few watch us on the sofa, most are just minding their own business, or are engaging in their own lustful ventures. Looking back at the dog, pushing my fingers deeper into her spade. This makes her press her ass back against my paw, her asshole tentatively press against my wrist.

“H-hey, mind giving me a look at that rump, pup?” I ask the dog after a moment, blushing at the request, not really expecting the dog to know what I’m saying.

But after a second, she slowly gets up on the sofa, my fingers slipping out of her heat easily. She turns around carefully on the cushions, until her ass is aimed towards me, wagging her tail slightly. Her head and front legs lay across the other arm of the sofa. Gulping at the sight her backside, I reposition myself a little, facing the dog’s rear more.

I lift the dog’s tail slowly, watching her feral hole twitch at being exposed. Licking my lips slowly, I take a moment to think my next action over. After doing so, I decide to throw caution to the wind. Pushing my face in between her ass cheeks, grinding my nose against her ring as I inhale deeply, the scent of her sweat, musk and heat mix in my nostrils before settling in my lungs. It’s almost enough to make me pass out from pure bliss, but I keep myself together as I take another whiff of her rump. The scent is very clean, and yet, I can’t help but feel really dirty doing this. Knowing that the dog’s owner may not appreciate me having my nose buried up her ass, like a common stray.

“Fuck... so good!” I cry out, unable to hold myself back any further.

My cock throbs and stirs between my thighs with every huff of her anus. Grinding my nose into her wrinkled ring more, I push to get more of her musk, that canine spice held within her glands. Rolling my eyes up into my skull, I again take a long, deep huff of her ass, almost cumming from the scent alone. I can almost feel my mind melt with each whiff of her rump, the smell of damp fur permeating my nostrils further and further.

I let myself do this for way too fucking long, losing myself to the scent of a feral dog’s ass. Not caring who sees me, not even if anyone tries to stop me. It feels as though I belong here, nose buried under the tail of a stranger’s bitch, huffing like my entire existence depends on huffing her musk. And then, the last spark of my higher thought reminds me; taste. The dog has taste, not just scent.

Opening my maw, my tongue hangs out of my mouth for a second, before I start to lick her pussy hungrily. Rasping against her spade, I get the full taste of the dog’s heat, overwhelming my taste buds as I whimper my pleasure out. It’s such a deep taste that propels me further, licking her spade again, and again, and again. No matter how many times I drag my tongue up her privates, I can’t get enough of her pure canid lust. If anything, I find myself in need of more, just with the scent of her lust.

My tongue presses into her spade, meeting with a little resistance before pushing inside her warm wetness. I lick the inside of her love canal, letting her juices slide down into my maw, gulping it hungrily. The taste is more than addictive, certainly more divine than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I keep my nose pressed up against her rump, as I continue to breathe through my nostrils. Which only serves to melt my mind further, sinking deeper into my lust.

The dog starts to whimper as I lick her spade, tempting me further into her body, while I sniff deeply at her ass. With every stroke of my tongue, the canid succumbs to the pleasure even more. After a few minutes of this, she starts to buck her hips against my snout, grinding her pussy against my lips and nose. This brings a deep blush to my cheeks, having occasionally seen female dogs do this while breeding with male dogs.

And then, it happens. Her folds starts to quiver around my wet digit, and she squirts her juices across my nose and maw. I gulp her lust down, a deep thirst for her pleasure being quelled inside me, in part. It melts any thought I had left in my mind, leaving me with just the urge to go further with her.

My body heats up as I continue to worship her folds, cleaning her juices before I pull back from her. Looking down at the large canid, my paws move on their own, taking off my loincloth quickly. This reveals my throbbing member to the dog, pressing it against her tail. My balls grind up slightly against her pussy, the heat of her lust tempting me further. I feel myself get hot under the collar, quite literally, as I grind my orbs up against the dog’s spade.

“Oh boy... that’s a hot pussy.” I purr out softly, pulling myself back a little, letting my tip line up with her spade. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t fuck it...”

Taking a moment to collect myself, I shiver as I press my tip against her tight spade. It spreads slowly around my pointed tip, before the head of my vulpine member pops into her heat. I gasp as her spade envelopes my tip, a small huff escaping my lips. Letting myself recover a little from the heated wetness of the dog, I slowly push myself into the canid.

I bite my lip as I let myself deeper and deeper into the G-Shep’s pussy, my cock throbbing harder with each heartbeat. As I try to keep my breath rhythmic while I continue into her body, the dog keeps her hips steady. My paws grope her ass tightly, my thumbs staying in between her ass cheeks, keeping her rump nice and spread. Huffing out deeply, I find myself finally grinding my knot against her spread hole, her spade clamping down on my dick rhythmically.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good...” I whimper out, giving a small thrust, trying to get myself slightly further into the dog. “S-so warm...”

I bend myself over her, pressing my chest to her back as I wrap my arms around her midsection, holding her in place. A huff escapes my lips as I nuzzle her neck and cheek softly, sniffing at her thick fur, getting my fill of her wonderful scent. With a little shift of my body, I start to thrust myself into her once again. As my cock pulls out of her, her thick spade drags along my length, tugging on my bare skin before I thrust myself back into her body.

Pressing myself down against the dog’s large frame, the sofa creaks underneath the both of us. This makes me groan slightly as I press my snout into the dog’s shoulder, inhaling her smell repeatedly. My thrusts become faster and harder as I lose myself to the pleasure washing over me. Instinct begins to take over my body, and I realise that; even if I wanted to stop, I can’t draw myself away from such primal bliss radiating through my body.

“O-oh god!” I cry out against her warmth. “I can’t stop! So good!”

With each thrust forward my knot grinds up against her spade, spreading her a little more each time. Gritting my teeth, my balls slap against her soft pussy, getting drenched in her thick juices. Sweat starts to fall from my forehead, drenching my fur as I thrust harder and faster. My collar shifts against my neck slightly uncomfortably as I continue to breed the feral dog.

I know that I’m not going to last much longer, especially with how tightly her pussy is gripping my dick. Trying to keep my breath steady, I thrust deep into her body, my knot stretching her further. As I roll my head back I cry out loudly, my knot pops into her spade, tying the two of us together. My balls pull up against my taint, shooting my load directly into the canid’s womb, huffing deeply with each rope of jizz into her body.

The dog trembles and squirts on my length, her pussy tightening on my knot, only making me shoot more seed into her body. It feels as though the orgasm lasts forever, pleasure washing over me again, and again, and again. But as with all things, it comes to an end eventually, my head finally hangs down, until my gaze is directly on the canid’s body.

I’m hit with post nut clarity, and I realise just how beautiful the dog is. The curves of her body, the mixture of colours of her cost, how wonderfully large her frame is, how soft and warm her insides feel around my cock. And then, there’s her face; the dark brown of her eyes, the soft curves of her maw and cheeks, the way her tongue hangs out of her maw. She’s the most attractive dog I’ve seen.

Huffing deeply as my knot throbs inside of the dog’s tight hole, my seed still spurting directly into her womb. The world around me has dissolved to nothing, leaving me to only register the sweaty bitch beneath me, her spade milking my length rhythmically. My eyes flutter softly as I try to recover myself, to bring any higher thought to my mind.

“Well, well, well...” A voice echoes around me, my mind barely able to process the words. “I leave for an hour, and you bury you bone in some random bitch.”

It’s... my dragon’s voice. I’m sure of it.

“I swear, you’re lucky she’s a stray.” Her voice is coming closer. “I may have seen her on the way in, and asked around. Since I knew you can’t help but help a dog in need. No one knows who owns her, or even saw anyone bring her to the party.”

Even with my world being nothing more than myself, the dog, and my throbbing length inside of her. I can almost feel the dragon’s presence next to me. Opening my snout, I try to speak, but only meaningless sounds of an over-fried brain fall from my lips.

“Since she doesn’t have a collar, guess we could keep her, as long as no one comes to pick her up.” My Mistress purrs as she brings her snout to my ear, whispering softly. “But you’ll have to take care of any cubs she has. Good pups take care of their cubs.”

My tongue rolls out of my maw slowly, huffing out deeply as I’m barely able to nod, feeling the dog’s pussy tighten around me. “Y-yes... Mistress...”

“Good puppy, now head up.” She whispers into my ear. “I got an admirer for you.”

My ear perks at this before I slowly raise my head up, trying my best to focus on the figure in front of me. After a few moments, I realise that it’s the horse I saw on my way into the tavern, only completely naked. His long, equine shaft throbs just a few inches from my face, making me gulp at the sight.

As I take in the sight, he closes the distance between the two of us, pressing his blunt tip against my nostrils, before sliding my nose along the underside of his member. I inhale deeply as he does this, taking in his wonderfully masculine scent, the deep smell of horse permeating every part of my being. When his balls press against my nostrils, I kiss the instinctively, whimpering softly as how lucky I am.

“Fuck, you said he liked sniffing dick, but fuck...” The horse says softly, huffing his breath out softly.

“He loves sniffing anything you put in front of him,” my Mistress says as she glances up to the horse, before looking back at me. “What did you do to the dog before you fucked her, pet?”

“I... lubed her up... like a good boy...” I respond, finding it hard to focus on anything other than the horse’s large, cooking apple sized balls.

“And?”

“Sniffed her ass...”

“Fuck me, that’s hot.” The horse mutters as he pulls his hips back, gripping my front horns tightly as his tip comes to my lips. “So, I can just go straight to the base right?”

“Yeah, he loves it when you ‘make’ him deep throat your cock.” My dragon purrs out, kissing my cheek before she pulls away from the two of us. “I’ll leave the two of you to your fun, make sure he gets a nice big drink. Fucking dogs makes a fox very thirsty.”

“My pleasure.”

The horse tilts my head up slightly and I instinctively let my maw hang open, knowing exactly what’s about to happen. Before I know it, he’s thrusting his length into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat before continuing forward. My neck bulges out as the equine forces himself down my gullet, my tongue sliding across the underside of his member while he does this. I close my eyes as I gag around his length, the tip of his length getting to just above my collarbones before his balls slap softly against my chin.

“Fuck dude... where have you been all my life?” The horse moans out, gripping my horns tighter, keeping me in place.

I can only moan softly in response, looking up at him with slightly strained eyes. Before the horse can speak again, the German Shepherd beneath me perks her head up, licking the equine’s balls quickly. This makes him gasp softly, shifting slightly.

“Fuck, looks like you’re tag teaming me. Good, I don’t want the lady to miss out on this prime piece of meat. Although, I may wait till after I give you a cream filling, before the dog gets second helpings.”

At this, he pulls himself out quickly from my maw, before slamming himself back in. Repeating this again, and again, and again. He shows me no mercy as he truly fucks my throat, giving me the full horse treatment. I gag, cough and shiver around his member as he does this, my eyes tearing up slightly as he does this.

“Fuck, your throat is so tight...” The horse almost growls out, thrusting himself into me harder and rougher.

As the horse uses my throat as a living fleshlight, and with my cock buried deep inside the dog. My cheeks burn at the idea of being used by guy again, feeling a little passing shame ending up another guy’s cock warmer. But it dissolves quickly as the dog beneath me whimpers in pleasure, making me realise that it’s not half bad, as long as I have someone to enjoy it with.