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I sat on the couch, legs stretched out and body twisted towards the window behind it. Laying there, arms resting on its back, I gazed patiently at the street in front of the house. I was both anxious and excited; sentiments perhaps not shared by my companion sat at the other end. His tail twitched up regularly, tapping on my foot; a sign of minor annoyance. I guess he was just not used to sharing the window with someone else. Staring out at the passing cars and pedestrians was his thing after all. Although maybe I had neglected giving him enough attention. Oh well, he'd have to get used to it soon anyways. Still I felt a duty to tell the leopard I still cared about him, so I reached out to pet the top of his head, to which the feline responded with a low hum and closed eyes. A sign of content.

In my brief distraction, I missed the emblazoned van pulling into the driveway. Only the sound of its door opening brought back our attention to the window. Without a moment to waste, I made my way to the door, leaving the startled leopard alone on the couch. I stepped outside to meet the woman who had left the vehicle. We exchanged greetings, and she invited me to follow her to the back of the van, so I could welcome home my new companion. She opened the rear door, then the crate holding the animal. The creature immediately jumped out, and she quickly attached a leash to its collar. The representative then offered me the other end, so I could have the pleasure of walking it home. As we did, I noticed my leopard behind the window, standing with both forelegs on the back of the couch, and troubled eyes fixed on the animal following us closely.

We made our way inside, and she pulled out a checklist on her phone, to make sure I was all set to take full time care my new companion. After a bit more digital paperwork to confirm the delivery, the woman was ready to leave, but I kept her a moment longer to ask if I could expect any conflicts with my previous acquisition from them. She glanced over my shoulder at the big cat who only dared to peek his head around the corner, but showed no worry. She reiterated what I had been told at the dealership one week ago: that they took great care to ensure compatibility within their product range, that proper integration would only take at most a day or two, and that in case of any problems I could always contact their top class 24/7 support.

With me somewhat reassured, we said final goodbyes, and the representative left me alone in the lobby, standing next to my new mini dragon. I stared down at the reptile, who gazed up at me unwaveringly. Suddenly I wasn't so sure about this anymore. Though I had been in this very situation only a few years ago, the leopard had been much more comfortable about making himself at home than the scaled beast now sitting before me. I realized it was still leashed, so I unhooked the lead from its collar, and advanced into the house. Hesitantly the wingless dragon took a few steps forward, and eventually followed me into the living room. I sat back down on the couch, and watched the giant lizard slowly explore the space, sniffing out the furniture one piece at a time. Meanwhile I realized my feline friend was no where to be seen; him who rarely left my side. Despite the speech from before, I was still a bit worried about the cat. I'd have to go find him once I had gotten the drake more accustomed to its new home.

My attention was brought back to the small dragon when it decided to join me onto the couch. I reached a hand out for the reptile to have a whiff of my scent, but it was promptly ignored. Instead the creature closed in on my chest, to lay down and rest its head upon it. I hadn't expected the drake to get comfortable with me so quickly, even though it was designed to do so. But anyway, I wasn't going to refuse some snuggles. With one hand I gently pet its smooth and supple scales, while I admired its impressive body. The genetic designers had truly created a masterpiece. The dragon had a bulky frame reminiscent of a jaguar's, digitigrade limbs tipped with short blunt claws, and a thick tapering tail similar to that of a monitor lizard. The head resembled that of a raptor: long, domed, equipped with forward facing eyes, and a mouth lined with conical teeth rounded at the point (for safety). Although it was not as bird-like as on the actual dinosaurs. The whole body was covered in snake-like scales, of various shades of green, which faded to almost white on the underside. From tip to tail the animal was about a meter and a half long, with a third being tail, and must've weighed at least sixty kilos. The same size as my leopard, which was the maximum allowed for a designer pet.

A detail that hadn't caught my attention during my first encounter with the artificial species at the dealership, was that it was warm-blooded, unlike any other reptile. I could feel heat emanating from the scales under my hand, and making its way through my clothes where the dragon laid on me. I rested underneath the drake for a while, enjoying the warmth of my new companion and the comfort of the couch, as the afternoon slowly crept by. I must've fallen asleep at one point, as I didn't notice the leopard curling up on the armchair next to us (or maybe it was just the species' natural talent at sneaking). Perhaps he would've joined us if there had been more room on the couch.

Faster than I would've liked, it was now diner time, and I knew that at least the leopard was starting to get hungry. I hadn't been told the last time the dragon had ate, but I wanted to have them both on the same feeding schedule to simplify things, so it would also get its share. Anyway, I gently tried to slide my way out from under the reptile, who quickly enough understood I wanted to get up, and jumped off the couch. He followed me into the kitchen, and observed with great interest as I prepared two pet bowls of a specially formulated food, which had been created by the same genetic designers as a universal food source for their creations. It was cheap, efficient, easily digested, and well enjoyed. Not requiring a unique type of food for each species of pet was one of the company's bigger advantage over their competition.

I placed down the first bowl in one of two cutouts of the feeding stand, and swiftly the drake moved in to have its fill. The second bowl, instead of setting it into the other cutout, I placed farther away, by the doorway. I had noticed earlier the leopard's muzzle barely poking into the frame, and I knew he was probably still waiting just out of sight. The cat was predictably still shy around the newcomer, and I wasn't going to force him to eat side-by-side yet. But gradually I'd move the bowls closer, and hopefully the twin stand I had optimistically bought for them wouldn't be a waste of money. With both pets served, I went ahead and cooked some food for myself. While busy at the stove I could hear them both happily chow down. So far everything had gone just fine.

It took some persuasive gesturing to have the drake follow me to the second floor, as if it had never seen stairs before. After giving the animal a chance to wander about and discover the new rooms, we settled in the den. The little dragon laid underneath the recliner's footrest while I enjoyed a new episode of my favourite show. The armchair was unfortunately too small for two, but I could see its head was up, and eyes paying attention to the picture. Designer pets were supposed to be markedly smarter than the average pet, and I do wonder how much it could understand.

Since I had taken a nap earlier, and didn't have to work the next day, I stayed up quite late in front of the television. At some point I moved from the recliner down onto the carpet to join the drake, so I could pet it some more. But eventually I did feel the need for some good sleep. The dragon too was now spending more time with its eyes closed than open. I led it to the bedroom, and it quickly noticed the large pet bed by the wall. Without any hesitation, the drake curled up for the night.

As I left the bathroom after getting ready for bed, I saw my leopard sitting at the top of the stairs, with a look on his face I could only describe as chagrined. I had forgotten about him tonight; he was normally the one watching television with me. I crouched down in front of the cat, who took a few reluctant steps forward, to bump his head into mine. I pulled him closer into a hug, which got me some more reassured nuzzles. Since the leopard had always preferred sleeping in my bed, and the dragon was occupying the other sleeping spot, I let him follow me in without objection. I fell asleep cuddled against the warm purring feline, who could rest easy, knowing he wasn't being replaced.

The next day I walked them both to the dog park, which for a few years hadn't been so much about dogs. After the initial skepticism from the public faded, and prices dropped, more people began showing interest in designer pets. Only a few short years ago, my leopard only had dogs to play with, and I got many questions—and a lot of judgment—from their worried owners. But nowadays various other big cats frequented the park regularly. And not only that, but maybe a third of the canines were not dogs, but wolves, coyotes, foxes, and other more exotic species. Today though, I had brought another first to the park, and was making heads turn and sparking discussion again. For the majority, it was the first time seeing a dragon in person, and they were curious about my experience so far. I didn't have much to share, since it was only my second day with my new pet. At least this time the others weren't so scared to let the drake play with their animals, who seemed to get along best with the cats. While the canines chased each other around, and fought over toys, the reptile preferred the sneaking and wrestling games of the felines.

I think seeing the dragon get along well with his usual playmates helped the leopard overcome some of his fear and hesitation of his new companion. They never quite scuffled on the grass like others did, but he playfully swiped and pounced at the drake a few times. This was already a good improvement in behaviour.

We got back home almost two hours later. I left the pets for a short moment in the entrance hall, to go grab a damp towel so I could wipe their dirty paws. When I came back I saw the drake trying to nudge its nose underneath the leopard's tail, who, while not shying away, wasn't raising it for the reptile. I pushed the dragon's head away, since the cat didn't seem comfortable with the intrusive prodding, and crouched down to clean up its scaly paws, then sent it off into the house. As soon as the reptile was out of sight, the leopard approached to give me some nuzzles. I let him rub his cheeks over my head, while I focused on wiping the dirt off his front paws. Then I gestured him to turn around, which he did while also lifting his tail, showing off his pink pucker and a tight package with a hint of pink peeking out. I knew exactly what he was hinting at, and even as I tried to contain my excitement, I could feel my heart beat faster and a tightness in my underwear. I just stared at his butt, frozen, until the leopard lifted a hind leg to remind me of my task. I tried to focus and ignore his teasing tail-hole clenching at my eye level, but even rubbing off his soft pads felt erotic in my aroused state. When I finished practically massaging the mud off his second paw, and let go of his leg, the leopard strolled upstairs, tail still raised high.

The urge was strong to chase after him, as I knew exactly where the cat was going, and what his intentions were. But I resisted, and instead went to go get the dragon. It had shown what looked for sure like interest in the feline just moments earlier. Hopefully this would make for a great bonding exercise.

With the drake in tow, I made my way to the master bedroom. The door was only ajar, just enough for a sleek feline to slip through. I swung it fully open to reveal said cat crouched low on his belly at the edge of the bed, rear-end facing me with tail draped aside. I froze for a moment, unsure how to introduce the reptile into the scene. It turned out I wouldn't get any say in that, as the dragon leapt around me and directly at the leopard, with a level of excitement I hadn't even seen earlier at the park. The big cat though shared no such enthusiasm: in a blur he flipped over and kicked the dragon in the chest. It tumbled to the ground, giving the leopard plenty of time to sit up and assume a defensive position on the other end of the bed. The drake, still laying on the floor shaken, seemed upset but was uninjured. No claws had been involved—even if they were short and blunt.

Carefully I sat on the bed, while the leopard pretended to ignore me. Perhaps I had made a mistake and lost some trust. Or maybe he had just been startled and needed time to recover. Anyway, this hadn't been my plan...

The dragon, after coming back to its senses, climbed up too on the bed. This immediately got the feline's attention, who stared intently, ready to fight anymore unwanted advances. Luckily the reptile had learned its lesson, and timidly approached to lay in front of me, on its back. With one hand I brushed his belly, examining the intricately overlapping scales. I made no effort to avert my gaze, as it drifted down between the creature's spread legs. Located just behind the hips, where the tail connected to the body, I noticed a vertical slit lined with fine scales, which appeared to glisten with moisture under the dim light of the table lamp.

Still a bit aroused from the leopard's earlier teases, I couldn't help but let my hand glide lower, and slide a couple fingers against the slick opening. This elicited a purr-like noise from the drake; a sort of low quiet rumble. This sign of approval emboldened me, and I added some pressure against the slit, until my digits barely felt the wetness inside. These actions certainly delighted the drake, who's body twitched in pleasure as it took slow deep breaths. I brought in my other hand, and gently spread open the reptile's vent, exposing some pink cloacal tissue inside.

I couldn't resist, I had to get down and truly intimate with the giant lizard's slit. As I got up to get into a better position, I noticed from the corner of my eye that the leopard had been watching my exploration with great attention. Discovering this unexpected interest made me chuckle, which caught the feline's attention, who then pretended to be disinterested again. I shrugged it off, knowing he wouldn't want to miss what was coming next. I stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed the dragon by the hips, and gently slid it down towards me, until all but the base of its tail drooped down. I knelt in front, and rested both hands on the creature's thighs, so I could hold its legs back and spread them open to expose its vent. All that was left was to lower my head, and dig in.

I began cautiously, only sliding the tip of my tongue along the slit, so I could feel the small bumps of the scales bordering it, and taste the slightly salty and bitter fluid leaking from it. But gradually I pushed harder, until I could feel the silky membranes lining the inside of the drake's cloaca, and taste the stronger musk inside. I felt the powerful leg muscles twitch under my palms and the tail writhe against my chest, as I pleasured the dragon through its sensitive opening. Unleashing myself, I went through all manners of licking, prodding and thrusting with my tongue. Reaching as far inside the cloaca as I could, I imitated the wriggling motions of the tail, until I could feel a nub push back against the welcomed intruder. Immediately I knew what I had discovered, and focused on bringing it out to the surface.

I should've probably clarified much earlier that I had never been informed of the sex of the dragon. The company only sold them as a genderless species, with the explanation that all members had identical external features, regardless of their internal sex organs. While this had only served to frustrate some buyers, the rumour about the true reason behind this decision made much sense: the company had encountered a lot of issues with breeding the artificial species, and so kept almost all females in an attempt to find the ones with the best reproductive genetics. For the males they could simply collect a sperm sample, freeze it for later, then sell the animal. Since it was too cost prohibitive to grow every individual in an artificial womb using the original genetics, all members, except the original few, were bred through conventional means, and such had small amounts of genetic variation. It made each individual somewhat unique, which allowed customers the satisfaction of picking their pet, but also meant that some females would be better breeding candidates than others. It was only logical to keep any which could reproduce successfully, so as to improve the breeding population. As such, the company wouldn't be able to meet the roughly equal demand for either sex, and would end up with a shortage of females and a surplus of males. This was their way of avoiding this situation.

Since intellectual property laws made it illegal to sequence the genetics of a designer pet, the only feasible way to discover the sex of your dragon was to search its cloaca for signs of a penis (tongue optional; fingers will work just fine); the thing I had just unsurprisingly discovered. It swelled under my tongue as I worked around the tip, and slowly it began to emerge. I worked along the member's exposed surface, then slid between it and the vent lips to tease the part still hidden. Until suddenly it emerged with unexpected speed and force, pushing me away. The drake's erection now jutted fully from his cloaca, stretching and curling the slit outwards. It was a rather featureless cylinder, tapered to a slight point at the last inch—perhaps six inches in total—with two strange looking bulbs at its base. Though I had initially thought of these as lobes of a knot, like on a canine penis, I observed that they were too close to the base to function as one. Rather they were a pair of everting muscles, responsible for the speedy erection I had just witnessed. I brought my face down again, to push my tongue into the gap between the bulges, and was delighted to find I could still reach down inside the dragon's cloaca. After taking some more time to play with the opening, I took a single long lick from the base of the penis to the tip, and looking forward I met the eyes of both dragon and leopard.

I undressed, and joined both pets back onto the bed. The big cat, still sat at the corner, watched curiously as I beckoned the drake to get up, then roll back down in the middle of the mattress. I took position behind the reptile's tail, with knees on either side, and brought down my yet untouched erection against his own. Finally I could give it some stimulation, as our shafts rubbed against each other. The dragon's penis was dripping with natural moisture, and the contact did a good job at getting my own member slick. I figured the giant lizard's cloaca was wet enough as-is, and unlike the leopard's tail-hole wouldn't need more lube. I took a hold of the base of my erection, and angled it down until the tip rested snuggly between the two bulges at the base of the drake's phallus. Gently I pushed my hips forwards, but the muscles resisted quite firmly, until suddenly his vent stretched enough to let me through. Half my erection plunged in easily, until the dragon's cloaca squeezed down hard and his legs kicked wildly. I almost lost it at that instant, but managed to regain my composure. After making sure the drake was doing fine—he was laying eyes closed and breathing calmly—I slowly pumped further in, encouraging the reptile's passage to relax and let me in deeper, until his vent encircled the root of my shaft and my balls rested on his tail.

I reached forward with both hands, and gave the dragon a vigorous belly rub, just to be sure he was still content with the situation. First he replied with the same low rumbles from earlier, but as if to be completely clear of his desires, the dragon added a few hip thrusts. I got the message, and immediately began slow shallow pumps. Thank God-or I should say the designers—they were warm blooded creatures. The drake's snug cloaca wouldn't have been even half as pleasurable had it only been tepid inside. But it wasn't just the heat; that hole was tight and slick, and with every thrust smooth scales and skin met with a satisfying slap. Gradually I got into a steady rhythm of sliding half way out, then pushing back all the way into the reptile's vent, but every so often I liked to grind down and feel his erection twitch again my lower torso. Whereas when mounting the leopard I could enjoy his velvety pouch collide against mine each time I bottomed out from behind, the dragon's anatomy meant instead that our penises where always rubbing against each other. When entering his cloaca I had no choice but to slide underneath his member, which seemed especially pleasurable to him. The faster I slipped in and out of the massive lizard's slit, the more spasms of delight he showed.

So to better feel the dragon's heavy breaths and rumbles, but especially so I could enjoy his erection rubbing against my abdomen, I began leaning forward, as to lay fully on top of him. Without warning, I was stopped by the leopard. He pushed his way in front of me, sliding his entire flank against my chest, then stopped when his rear was only inches from my face. The sly feline turned his head to stare directly at me, before slowly raising his tail, intentionally brushing it against my face on the way up. The cat had finally decided he had enough of watching, and wanted his share of attention: to be delivered right under that long appendage. Luckily for him my mouth wasn't occupied, so after hesitating a bit between the small feline shaft jutting fully from its sheath, or the tight pucker a few inches above, I brought my lips down where the leopard liked them the most: snuggly fixed against his winking tail-hole.

Lustfully I rimmed the panther's soft anus, while I tirelessly pumped my shaft into the cloaca of the dragon below. The spicy feline musk on my face pushed my arousal to new heights, and with it my tongue became more insistent. I gave the leopard's hole a deep kiss, which I knew effective at relaxing his tight ring, so I could slip deep into it. Quickly I found myself teasing the flesh inside, and with every flick of my tongue the cat's tail twitched uncontrollably. Though my focus had shifted onto the leopard's tail-hole, I hadn't forgotten about the drake below. I could feel his cloaca constrict faster and harder. If he worked just like the feline, that could only mean one thing.

My vision being obscured by the tail raised in front of my face, I carefully slid my hand down the dragon's thigh, towards its erection. But I barely had the chance to feel its leaking tip before the leopard unceremoniously kicked my arm away with his hind paw. I pulled back from the big cat's hole, only leaving a saliva strand connecting us. Confused, for a moment I thought he had done it by accident, but then the feline crouched down while peering underneath his legs, as if to align himself. Quickly I realized what he was aiming where, and I reached again for the drake's member, but this time only to nudge its point against the leopard's pucker. The cat didn't need any help backing down farther, until at least a third of the reptile's penis had sunk under his tail.

Had you told me earlier today I'd be having a threesome with the leopard and dragon, I would've found it absurd, but here I was, deep inside the drake's cloaca, while the cat rode his dick. With one hand on the bed keeping me steady, I leaned forward to rub my face against the feline's back, getting more of his wild sent I loved so much, while the other hand slid against his fluffy belly and all the way down behind his legs, where I got a hold of the cat's fuzzy pouch and stiff member. It was a challenge to fondle the leopard while he worked his hips up and down with increasing amplitude, but his purrs and jets of pre-cum hitting my fingers where obvious signs that the effort was appreciated.

We eventually got into a rhythm, and right away I realized this wouldn't last very long. Already the dragon had shown signs, and I was amazed he still hadn't blown his load into the leopard's skilled ass, but I knew for sure I was about to release quite the amount in the depts of his cloaca. Unexpectedly the cat was the first to go, shooting some strands on my fingers and onto the belly scales of the drake below. I released the feline's penis once I felt it soften, so I could focus on the reptile's vent. After a few more deep thrusts, I slammed my hips into the dragon's, and with heavy breaths let my semen rush deep into his cloaca. Meanwhile the leopard was still ardently working the drake's penis into his soft tail-hole, and I thought I'd help by grabbing his hips to drive them lower and harder. That got me a few annoyed growls from the cat, but it worked: suddenly I felt the drake's cloaca clamp down firmly around my softening penis, and saw some oddly milky and watery seed leak out the feline's anus, and run down along the member plugging it.

Immediately when I let go of the leopard's hips, he stood up, pulling out the dragon's penis from his stretched tail-hole with a wet squelch noise, before laying down against the reptile's belly. I observed the cat happily nuzzle the drake, before resting his head against the other's and closing his eyes. Now I couldn't resist turning my attention to his rear: I saw semen leaking from under his tail, flowing around his testicles and soaking into his fur. I knew the purring feline wouldn't mind if I took care of the cleanup, so I lifted his tail out of the way, and worked my tongue underneath it again. The mild taste of the dragon's essence contrasted with the leopard's stronger musk, as I lapped inside his loosened tail-hole. Once the taste all but disappeared, I worked my way down along his pouch, and to the entrance of the cat's sheath, where I found remnants of his more bitter cum. Finally even lower I noticed more seed around the lips of the drake's vent, which I lapped up before sliding my tongue into his cloaca to pickup whatever I could find left inside.

Although I hadn't felt as tired as my pets until now, I could feel the exhaustion catching up to me. So I took a spot next to the dragon, and nestled my head against his, like the leopard had done earlier, then let myself fall asleep.

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From that point on, my pets got along much better. They'd play together, share toys, eat alongside, and shared their spot next to me on the couch or in bed. And when the dragon sneaked his muzzle under the leopard's tail, sometimes the cat would raise it for him