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Ken had been with Gazton for over a year now - long enough to have a sense of the dragon’s emotions. Gaz was definitely one of those types of guys who wasn’t particularly expressive - it wasn’t a case of ‘rawr big man no feelings’ but he just naturally wasn’t one to get overly riled up under normal circumstances. (Exceptional circumstances, sure, but you pretty much had to be dead not to get worked up then.) But even inexpressive people tended to have tells, and after over a year with the dragon, he’d gotten familiar with all the little things that told him how Gaz was feeling.

He didn’t really need that now. The dragon was as anxious as Ken had ever seen him. Gaz had spent much of the morning cleaning and fretting, in a clearly uneasy state as they prepared for the big event. Which wasn’t as big as some might have seen it, but it was to them…at least, Ken thought it would be big to him, and not so much to Gaz. But judging by the dragon’s constant uncertainty, maybe he’d been wrong about that.

A lot of fuss over a threesome, but that was how it was sometimes.

Gaz had never made it a secret that he was into sharing his partner with another, though only while they were together - he didn’t go out sneaking around behind Ken’s back and Ken didn’t do that either. Though he’d sort of passed it off as a prior partner’s interest that rubbed off on him, the closer they got the more it seemed like that had been a lot more enticing for him than he’d let on. Though Ken could see why he’d been reluctant to show that much eagerness before - telling someone you were really into playing with other guys was a tricky thing. It had been something Ken hadn’t been sure about at first, but he’d warmed to the idea hearing Gaz talk about a few of his encounters. He’d grown up in a household where stuff like that was considered deviant…well, there were a lot of things that were considered deviant by certain members of his family, and he preferred not to give them any more power over him. He’d finally told Gaz that he felt ready to actually try it out, and he figured it would be something they got to pretty quick.

That had been almost three months ago.

Ken would ask about it, and Gaz would tell him he was still looking for someone. It rather surprised Ken that it would be that tricky - he would have figured there were a fair few guys out there who would be pretty eager to have a go at it. Maybe that was another thing he was wrong about, but he didn’t have a lot of insight into what exactly was going on. He trusted Gaz to arrange everything, though he didn’t think the dragon was stalling, and when things came together, he knew he’d be ready for it. Maybe he’d be a bit nervous, but that was to be expected for a new experience, right?

It wasn’t so new to Gaz, so the nervousness was somewhat troubling to Ken. And he couldn’t help but ask about it. “I’ve never seen you this fussy before, Gaz. Is there something I should know about this guy?”

“Ah? No, no, nothing like that. Proctor seems like a decent enough guy…I just wanna make sure everything goes perfectly, no hitches, nothing to leave a bad impression.”

Ken cocked his head. “Seems like?”

“Well…you know. Sometimes you don’t know how a person will react to…well, us.”

“Uh? Why would someone react badly to us?”

Gaz turned his head and gave Ken a tired look. “Ken. Hun. I love you deeply. Please tell me you don’t need me to answer that question for you.”

It took a few seconds for it to click in the human’s brain. “Oh…the inter-class relationship. Right…”

“Yeah. It’s hard to know who’s really all right with a reptile and a mammal being together. Especially a dragon and a human. It wasn’t quite like this with Trevor, two reptiles and no one bats an eye, but when you class mixing in the equation…it’s not just one side that might not be cool with that, though for different reasons.”

“Sorry…I guess maybe I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t think of our relationship as weird in general.”

“And I hope you understand how lucky you are that you have that luxury,” sighed Gaz, taking a seat next to Ken. “I can’t NOT think about it…not when I have eyes on me from all sides. My peers wondering if they can trust you, if they can trust ME for trusting you. People from your class who think that I still belong in chains and that I’m a threat to all that’s good and decent by loving you. This ugly sense I get sometimes that even though we’re in a day and age where we can be open, some people still think we shouldn’t be…that’s why it took so long, I really needed to feel comfortable that they weren’t going to have an issue with US. I had people who seemed like they were interested, but I just got this vibe that they weren’t really cool with it…maybe they wanted to use it as a chance to split us up, or cause us trouble, or whatnot. Maybe there’s some paranoia, but trust is something that’s always a little bit precarious…it wasn’t that long ago that we weren’t even ALLOWED in Estidia.”

Ken frowned. “Yeah, that’s true…my grandparents talked a fair bit about that. With, uh, different perspectives…”

“I can take a wild guess which ones thought the Great Integration was an affront to God and decency, and which ones thought it was long overdue, just by how your parents are.”

“Yeah, not exactly the final round of the game show there…” Ken went quiet for a moment. “Can you…tell me about some of the history from your perspective?”

Gaz looked over at him quizzically. “Eh? I mean, I can, but…I mean, I know you know about the big events and such…”

“Well, kind of. I mean, you know I grew up in a predominantly human community…and after my parents divorced, Mom was the primary custodian. And you know how SHE is…I don’t know how much I trust what I was taught in school about this stuff. I didn’t exactly take a lot of history in university, either, so…”

The dragon nodded. “Yeah, it’s definitely possible you got a skewed perspective. Well, I mean, I’m not a historian, but I can tell you what I learned at least. Most of the stuff that’s relevant comes from the start of the Colonial Era, but to set the stage a bit…you know that the Covenant Era was when disparate races between the clades started to come together, right?” Ken gave a nod. “I’m guessing you’ve heard of the Dragon War, too.” Another nod. “Good. I’d rather not get too deep into that right now, but suffice it to say, the aftermath of that pretty much threw reptilians off the course of everyone else. A lot of our early big civilizations got razed in the Dragon War, so we were playing catch-up, so that by the start of the Colonial Era, the continent of Sahdra wasn’t really in the same state as others. And the others, primarily the mammalians, saw that and decided that they would be great benefactors by conquering us and parceling out our land the way THEY saw fit. Not to mention taking reptilians as slaves, which was a huge and ghastly institution.”

“Yeah, they teach us that much at least. Mammals were the prime drivers of slavery at the time, too, though they always tell us that everyone was doing it.”

“Of course they do. Others took advantage of the institution they pioneered, more like. Reptiles sometimes subjugated the people they overthrew who had been attacking or trying to subdue them, but that was about it, and it rarely got to last. The others mostly did it because they didn’t want to join us in our position - show you’re above them and maybe the mammals will leave you alone. Not that that absolves them, to be sure. Anyway, yeah, the slave trade went strong for a couple hundred years…then the Freepersons movement came about, basically saying that no one class should be subservient to the others. You know about that, too, I’m sure.”

Ken nodded. “Yeah. A lot of aggression within the clades, because not everyone agreed with that…they thought they were superior and they deserved it. And a bunch of mammals who thought like that broke away and founded Estidia, determined that they would be free to preserve the noble institution of ‘class deference’ for all time. Always found it funny, in that cringe way, whenever people talk about how ‘freedom’ was the founding principle of Estidia…like, they were literally forged on the notion that not everyone deserved freedom!”

Gaz let out a wry laugh. “Yeah, you can tell whose freedom they REALLY cared about there. And still care about, really - whether they mean to or not, talking up that founding is basically saying only mammals should matter. Anyway, that didn’t last long - the Freepersons movement took hold just about everywhere around that time, and there was an agreement that trade would be predicated on accepting that, so Estidia couldn’t get trade partners. They didn’t have a very solid base, and eventually there was a revolt and the early rulers were out on their asses. Once they joined the ranks, the Colonial Era was pretty much over…not that things got that much better for reptilians, who the mammals never saw as equals even if they had to treat them as such. To be sure, they didn’t treat the other clades that much better, but I don’t really know enough about their history to speak more specifically on that.”

“But then it was good for a while, right? I mean…well, maybe not good, but everyone was moving around, people were spreading out and mixing together. A lot of equal rights movements around the world, populations getting along better, less acrimony…”

“That’s what they tell you, huh? Well, it’s kind of true, but not as nice and neat as that. Those movements were hard-fought, and quite a few of the ‘uprisings’ they demonize were no different from regular movements, the mammals just had plausible deniability to shut them down violently. They fought tirelessly against full integration, against every equality movement, and against anything that would make our lives better, even if it would also have benefitted them. Any country where they were in charge, or had the majority, made it a trial to get anything. Even the most integrated countries, the ones held up as the examples of cooperation - which somehow Estidia got lumped into, despite their history - there was such a resistance to anything that would deny mammals their sense of superiority. And that’s why it was so easy for them to glom onto what happened next.”

That was something Ken hadn’t really been properly exposed to, and it helped put a few things into perspective. “I always wondered why they didn’t really, uh, explain why people allowed the dictators into power over a century ago.”

“There’s a reason for that - it would require admitting blame. It was scarily impressive how well it was coordinated, a dozen countries with the same movement more or less taking power within a span of three years, and cascading from there. They were authoritarian, fascist, and wildly bigoted, and they started the biggest disaster in modern history: the Great Segregation. They envisioned a world where the clades lived separately and embraced their ideal of racial purity, and they had the power to make that happen. Over the course of a few years, reptiles, avians, and aquats were expelled from their countries, forced to live in places they might never have even seen before. The sudden influx was a huge strain on countries that weren’t ready for them, and which had their own issues…issues exacerbated by the inevitable rise in racial hostilities. Mutual expulsions were next, and more extreme governments came to rise just about everywhere…even many of the reptilian countries turned to fascist rule, believing that a strong authority was necessary to defend themselves. And the need for defense was pretty clear as the mammalians built up their militaries, intent on ensuring their world stayed the way they wanted it.”

“It’s scary how quickly it all fell apart,” said Ken with a shiver. “In ten years, over two centuries of integration were completely undone. Yeah, they don’t tell us that mammals started it, only that it happened all over the place...though, it always felt like they were looking for any reason to blame anyone else.”

“Yeah, that was my experience. They definitely weren’t talking about that in schools here…that’s what happens when the cultural majority wants to hide its crimes even from itself. I had to get into reptile historical groups to hear more about how things actually were. And it was a BAD time, no trust, a lot of isolation from other perspectives, everyone was constantly on the brink of war even before it actually happened. Democratic philosophy almost completely disappeared…there were only a few reptilian countries where it persisted, a couple in the aquats and avians, only suppressed movements in the mammalian countries. And when you have a lot of self-centered autocrats ruling things, they naturally want to rule MORE things…militarism was the vogue, and it looked like that might be the way things went for all of time, or at least until one class drove the others to extinction.”

“And it was never worse than between mammalians and reptilians…of course, the mammalian fascists were pretty adamant than the reptilians never should have been released from slavery, and didn’t really make it any secret that they wanted to return to that early paradigm. You can guess how that was received by the reptilians, and because of the way things were at that time, they didn’t have any potential allies to rely on. They were prepared to fight to the last to preserve their freedom…the mammals had advantages, but the reptiles wanted to make sure that even if they won, the cost would be enormous to them, maybe enough for one of the others to swoop in and make sure they fell afterwards.”

Ken nodded grimly. “And then it happened. Eighty years ago, the Great War started. They told me no one really knows who started it.”

“Yeah, that’s bullshit. Mammals were the aggressors as they often had been, attacking ships and coastal cities to try to ‘reclaim their property.’ They try to say that reptiles started it because their response was a full on raid and destruction of a mammalian city. Needless to say, it blew the hell up, and it got bloody FAST. Military and civilian casualties were enormous all the way through, and there was just savagery on both sides…like you’d expect from populations attuned to fascism, there was no mercy, no quarter, no value to the lives of the other side. No weapon was considered off-limits, though they had the sense not to use the worst of them - I guess conquering a country doesn’t mean much if you can’t use the land afterwards. The stuff that WAS used was bad enough, though. Particularly the chemical weapons…that still torments snakes to this day, they’re so fiercely protective of their venom because of how they were exploited for it by mammals for use against their kin. But the reptiles gave almost as good as they got, 12 million dead mammals to 14 million reptiles…the other two suffered losses as well, but not nearly as much, they stayed the hell out of the worst of it, it was mainly attacks of opportunity and self-defense when the combat edged into their territories. It could easily have been a lot more than that…the war could have gone on years more.”

“But the avians and aquats stepped in and stopped it, right?”

Gaz snorted. “That’s the story they WANT you to believe. They only stepped in after the mammals were forced to step back…they helped negotiate the cease-fires, at least, though there’s still a bit of acrimony towards them because they basically forced reptiles to accept a term that absolved mammals of the blame of starting things. But trust me, they wouldn’t have bothered if the violence was still flaring, they wanted to swoop in and take over all the sides after they’d been weakened, and they only helped with negotiations to try to power-play over the other classes once that opportunity was gone.”

Ken cocked his head. “Really? Huh. Then…what actually stopped the war?”

“We did. The dragons.”

“Wait, what? I’ve NEVER heard that!”

“Most people haven’t. It’s one of the big unknown stories of the war, and dragons don’t really mind if it stays that way, because what we did…” Gaz took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You ever wonder why you don’t hear about magic much before the Great Integration? Because it didn’t exist then…or, rather, it existed, but was sealed. Dragons sealed it back before the start of the Feudal Age, as part of a covenant with other reptilians to allow themselves to be accepted into their societies. They basically arrested the vast majority of their natural power in order to be seen as people rather than threats. It was a sign of honor to dragons, that they put the well-being of others over themselves and sacrificed to unite the reptilian races, particularly after what happened with the Dragon War…and then the Great War happened, and it was clear the reptiles were going to lose, even if they managed to do a lot of damage to the mammalians. They just didn’t have the manpower or technological strength or resources to maintain a competing level. The dragons made a choice…they broke that sacred covenant to unleash magic once again, and sent a message to the mammals: they would use it to obliterate each and every one of them if they continued to attack. The mammals HAD to retreat…the were faced with a weapon that they had no answer for, and there was no telling whether the dragons had the raw power to actually pull off what they were threatening. I’m not sure if they really did, but they COULD very easily have wiped out the military forces of the mammals, and that would have left them open for ready conquest.”

Ken was enraptured by these revelations. “Wow…I can’t believe it. I never really questioned why you don’t hear much about magic until recently in history…I mean, it’s kind of niche even today.”

“Dragons prefer to keep it that way. Tech is a big equalizer, but there are things that tech can’t do that magic can…and dragons are the one and only race that can use it natively and freely, and if it was more prominent, we’d be seen as a threat again…there’s been talk about sealing it again, but I don’t think it’s going to be feasible, it’s too ingrained in modern culture now, even as more of a novelty. One reason I don’t really use it much, though, because it’s a reminder of what we did…even for a desperate cause, we broke a sacred agreement and immediately used it as a genocidal threat. Imagine if they hadn’t held back.”

“I’d…rather not imagine that. So…that caused the mammals to have to pull back, and the avians and aquats saw their chance…I’m guessing they were probably worried that if the dragons actually used that, there wouldn’t be much stopping them from using it on them as well, huh?”

A shrug from Gaz. “I can’t say that with any certainty, though I wouldn’t be surprised. I think they were more interested in making sure they were able to wield their power and influence even though they wouldn’t be able to jump in an pick off the survivors, but self-preservation was probably in there somewhere.”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, at least the Great War ended then. If it had gone on, I wouldn’t want to know what that would’ve looked like.”

“Heh, right. Ended. Officially, yeah, but that sure as hell wasn’t the end of the fighting. Mammals still attacked reptilian transports and settlements…the whole ‘they were meant to be our slaves’ thing didn’t stop just because they didn’t get to make it a reality. There were still plenty of deaths on both sides over the next decade, though not even close to the magnitude of the war proper. It was always more clandestine, never overt military action, always with thin excuses of self-defense…the official cease-fire held, but it was always shaky, and reptiles never trusted mammals to stick to it. And they were right not to, because there was almost a second Great War, and it might have been the end of the world if it had happened.”

Ken’s jaw dropped in shock. “There was?! I’ve never heard about that, either!”

“Well, it’s one of those things that isn’t traditionally taught because it never materialized, so I’m not surprised about that. Remember when I said that there were a few reptilian countries that didn’t fall to fascism? Well, not long after the end of the war, the fascists started pushing hard for them to ‘join the fold,’ and, uh, the response was that they suddenly rose up and made a move against the fascist rulers themselves. The Reptilian Socialist Republic was a threat to the fascists, because they were managing to do better than they were, and it was leading to discontent…it was an internal conflict, but the fascists hadn’t recovered from the war, and they didn’t have the might that they otherwise would have. The fascists were overthrown, and new governance spread all over Sahdra, and the war machine was being pared back…and it’s been said that the mammalians thought that this would be a great time to launch a surprise offensive to subjugate them before they could fight back. There were definitely plans being made, though I don’t know how close they were to actually making them happen…what I do know is that, before that could actually happen, the mammalian countries had their own insurrection.”

“Yeah, the Great Reckoning. Or was there something before that?”

“Sort of both,” Gaz remarked with a cheeky grin. “The RSR sort of kicked off the Great Reckoning, but theirs were the only overthrows that were from a larger conflict. The avians and aquats had sudden coups that took out a lot of fascist leadership and sent others running…they were incredibly sudden, and I don’t know who was behind them, I’m not sure it’s knowledge that’s readily out there. The overthrow of the mammalian fascists is equally mysterious, no one really knows WHO was behind it, but they know that it was an opportunistic overthrow - thanks to a certain mammalian race that wanted it all for themselves.”

It didn’t take anything special for Ken to know who was being talked about there. “This I definitely have to hear, because I know they don’t teach the truth about THAT in human-centric education.”

“Oh, I’m dying to know how the humans spin their actions.”

“Would you believe that they say that they were the driving force behind the overthrow? That they were working with the others to take out the dictators and restore freedom to the world?”

Gaz let out a roaring laugh. “WOW! The audacity! How do they manage to keep a straight face?!”

“I think they actually believe it! I know it can’t be true, otherwise the other anthros would be a lot less leery about us.”

“It’s total crap, of course. The humans definitely were trying to overthrow the other leaders, but only because they wanted the rule all to themselves. There was an insurrection from those who called themselves ‘God’s Chosen,’ who believed that they alone had dominion over all other races - they’re the reason humans are often designated separate from all anthros, even though they’re technically part of the mammalian class. They tried to take over all the mammalian countries in a coordinated effort, and while the humans and mammalian anthros were clashing, someone else stepped in and laid waste to all of them. Again, no one’s really sure who was behind it - it was absolutely a coordinated effort from somewhere, but most of the actors have never been identified or tied to any government or any other organization. Historians have been working to try to figure out what happened for decades, I don’t know that they’re any closer now than they were back then. But that was the end of the Great Reckoning, the collapse of the fascist engine and return to democratic rule over most of the world. There’s a few countries with isolationist dictatorships, but they don’t have any significant influence on global affairs, if not for lack of trying.”

“And then about ten years after that, the Great Integration brought the classes mixing again,” concluded Ken. “People were allowed to move back to where their families had been driven out of…not everyone did, for sure, but populations have been intermixing again back towards levels that they were at before the Great Segregation.”

“Yep. It’s still a work in progress, there’s definitely still lingering division over everything that’s happened, and most countries are still identified as mammalian, reptilian, avian, or aquat…there are very few that have dispensed with a class label, and I don’t know that any of those are accepted by all the classes as truly culturally balanced. Certainly not Estidia, for all they try to act like it, they’re absolutely mammal-favored.”

“And we know there are plenty of extremist views still around…far too much personal experience with that.” Ken let out a sigh. “And I don’t know how many of those who say they aren’t really totally agree with integrationist stuff. I’m starting to really get why it was so hard for you to find someone…not just inter-class, but you’re a dragon and I’m a human, two that are sort of set apart even within our classes, extra baggage…”

“No kidding. When I see someone’s eyes tense when I say that you’re a human, that’s really just not a good sign. Even if they say they’re okay with that…it’s like, I’m not stupid, and I’m not doing these interviews for nothing.”

Ken snickered. “I hope you didn’t call them interviews to their face, that might give them the wrong impression.”

“Oh, definitely not, but I mean, they kind of were. But yeah, I didn’t get that sense from Proctor, but I’ve been wrong before and…well, I guess when I feel like I’m not sure, I want to do every possible thing I can do to make sure everything goes perfectly.”

“Now I understand…I’ll try not to forget that again, love. And thanks for the impromptu history lesson.” Ken gave Gaz a peck on the snout. “I really appreciate all the effort you put into this, Gaz…I’ll try to work on being able to take that work off of your shoulders, you shouldn’t be the only one to set things like this up.”

“Heh, we haven’t even had our first and you’re already talking about others?”

“Well, I already trust you to show me a good time, why should this be any different? With all the effort you put into this, I’m sure it’s going to be fun.”

Gaz smiled at Ken warmly, albeit with a touch of strain. “I wish I could feel just as confident. Trevor was always the one to set this sort of thing up back when I was with him, I just got to enjoy the fruits of the labor. Course, he never seemed to have any trouble with it, made it seem like an effortless thing…maybe I’m just the weird one for putting so much in it. Then again, when it’s two reptiles, there’s fewer land mines, too, so maybe it was just that.”

“Or maybe it was because he was more interested in playing around than being with you,” Ken offered rather coolly. He never thought that much of Gaz’s ex, though thankfully it was only mentions he had to deal with. As far as he was concerned, Trevor had been wildly unfair to Gaz, stringing him along rather than being honest with him until he blindsided the dragon with a sudden breakup. It was true he was only hearing one side of the story, but Gaz didn’t seem like he was misrepresenting anything - he didn’t even have that much bitterness towards Trevor, less than Ken did just hearing about it at least.

“That…could also be true.” Gaz frowned a bit. “Never thought of it like that…maybe there was a bit of try before you buy going on there…if he really wasn’t thinking about what I’d think about it…”

“Then you’re already doing better than he was,” finished Ken, swerving things back to a more positive note. “And you’re doing what matters to make sure it’s good for both of us. So I don’t have any worries about it and you don’t need to, either.”

“Hm, maybe you’re right…” A knock at the door disrupted any further conversation along those lines, as the two hopped to their feet. “Ah, that’s gotta be him! Let’s go!”

Ken followed Gaz to the door, letting the dragon take the lead since he’d been the one who met Proctor already. Indeed, it seemed their guest had arrived…and Ken’s first impression was pretty positive. The gator wasn’t quite as big as Gaz, but not that far off, which meant quite significantly bigger than Ken was - a plus in his eyes, he’d gotten used to Gaz and had to admit that he was, perhaps, a bit of a size queen. His body had a bit of breadth to it, he looked powerful but in that way that wasn’t visibly refined - whereas a dragon like Gaz just naturally had a good bit of that visible definition of muscle tone that some had to work for years to achieve, Proctor just had more of a thickness, the kind of strength that didn’t look like strength until he actually used it. But more compelling was just the relaxed and easy-going sense he got from Procter, the way he held himself and the friendly smile on his face; he could see what Gaz was talking about, he definitely seemed like a good person just on the face of it. Hopefully there wasn’t any less savory core under that initial appearance, but Ken was sure Gaz would have picked up on it if there was.

“Hello, Proctor!” Gaz was doing his best to bury his nervousness as he greeted the gator with a handshake. “Good to have you here! This is Ken, he’s my partner, and the other part of our fun today.”

“Nice ta meet ya, Ken.” Even his voice sounded casual and friendly, not always an easy thing with a deep gator voice like that. “So you’re the guy he was talking about. Gotta say, for as big as Gaz is, I figured he’d need a pretty big human to handle him…guess you’re just very flexible, eh?”

Ken reddened a bit, but chuckled at that observation. “Guess you could say that. I mean, I DID take his knot on the first date…”

“Shee-sus.” Proctor raised an eye ridge as he looked over at Gaz. “First date? No wonder you kept with ‘im. I can hardly get someone my size to let me go all in on ‘em.”

“That was only one reason,” Gaz mumbled, looking away with a rather hefty blush on his face. “Though, definitely one that I, uh, factored in. Ahem, anyway! I guess the conversation took kind of a quick turn for the racy, but, well, we all know why you’re here, so I suppose there’s no point dancing around it. You want some time to get ready, or you think you’re good to go right now?”

“Heh, I was born ready.” Proctor flashed them a toothy grin. “Let’s go have some fun, boys.”

———

Gaz’s apartment wasn’t huge, at least relatively speaking - for Ken, it was plenty spacious, but for a larger guy like Gaz, it was about the same as Ken’s apartment was for him. So the bedroom was a touch crowded with all three of them in there, but they were making do.

“You guys do this often?” asked Proctor as he shed what little clothing he was wearing - he had clearly dressed light, knowing whatever he’d be doing wouldn’t require much of that. Not that Gaz and Ken were any different, their own garb being dismissed just as quickly.

“Uh…first time for us as a couple,” said Gaz. “I did it a fair bit with my ex, for Ken it’s his first time in a three-way period.”

“No joke? Heh, I feel honored then. Ya got any plans for how this is gonna go down?”

“Well, uh…” Gaz paused, not sure where to go with that.

Ken saw his chance and jumped in. “I’m the one who’s gonna be in the middle of everything. I, uh, I figure you and Gaz’ll trade places at, uh, either end of me. Though if you wanna get blown, you’re gonna have to do a wipedown first.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” agreed Proctor, grinning as he kicked his clothes against the wall. His body definitely fit that mold that the first impression gave, he had a bit of paunch around the midsection but otherwise just had a fairly broad appearance. Ken was somewhat hoping that his cock would be similar, though it wasn’t out yet…not that Proctor wasn’t trying to make that happen, as he was fingering that slit pretty vigorously. “You think you can handle two of us at once?”

“Well, probably…er, at least as far as I’m able to. My oral might be a lot more licking and rubbing than actually sucking, I’d rather not break my jaw if at all possible.”

“Dang, you only got one absurdly stretchy end? Shame.” It was said with enough jest that Ken couldn’t miss it. “I think I can deal with that, though.” He looked towards Gaz, who seemed a bit more relieved now that Ken had delineated a few things. “What about you? You wanna do anything with me directly?”

“Ah…let’s, uh…let’s see what happens in the moment.”

“Fair enough. Just tell me if anything crosses any lines. Boundaries’re a tricky thing, never know where they might be.” Proctor patted the bed, beckoning to Ken. “Well, then, Ken, let’s see if that rear’s all it’s hyped up to be.”

“It had better be, it’s one of my best selling points for this stuff,” cracked the human as he climbed up onto the bed - it was a bit larger than he was used to, still, even though he’d spent a fair few nights in it over the course of his dating Gaz. As he turned to look at Proctor and set himself up at the end for the gator, he saw what he would be dealing with - and it was pretty impressive, to be sure. Proctor wasn’t quite as long as Gaz was, but he was pretty comparably thick, and that bulbous head was the thickest part of it, a sharp contrast to Gaz’s pointed tip and girthy knot at the base. It wasn’t quite the thickness of Gaz’s knot, so Ken was sure it would get inside fine, but it would be stretching him at a depth that hadn’t been pushed quite that hard…that was the only thing that was making him a little bit nervous. But he did his best not to show it, spreading his legs for Proctor and laying back so that Gaz could clamber over him and get his own cock attended to. “Don’t keep me waiting, studs, show me what you’ve got.”

With a come-on like that, how could they resist? For that matter, why would they? Gaz took his place over Ken’s head, letting his cock hang in the human’s face; Ken reached up and took hold of it with a hand, giving a lick to the underside and making Gaz murr pleasantly as he felt a twinge of pleasure rush through him. At the other end, Proctor took a firm hold of Ken’s legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock against the human’s rear and smearing it with wetness. “Gonna guess you’re like other dragons and gotta have it all-natural, right?”

“Yeah. No lube around…don’t take it too fast.”

“Lucky you, I’m pretty wet just by nature.” It was more lucky Ken, though, as he felt that thickness press against him…oh, that was DEFINITELY a stretch, and it felt rawer than when Gaz did it, without the dragon’s particular natural quirks that just made him more pliable. But with as many times as he’d gotten lanced on Gaz, there was plenty of residual effect - something he’d already tested with toys and such - so this part wasn’t a concern to him. His depths might have issues though…

He tried to distract himself from that and relax more by playing with Gaz’s cock, rubbing and licking it as Proctor worked him open. Gaz’s musk was relaxing to him, it gave him a good deal of arousal but it also seemed to put his body at ease, making it easier to do just about anything demanded of him. And the taste of him was also quite desirable, slightly dry and smoky, with a thickness and weight to it that was almost too potent, but Ken had gotten used to it by now. It wasn’t easy to get Gaz off with just his mouth given his limitations, but he was certainly going to try this time, and he’d have more time to do so, with the other end occupied by Proctor.

Speaking of, Ken let out a sharp moan as the head of the gator’s cock popped in with a slick squish, that intense stretch making his body protest slightly, but it quickly fell in line once it was all the way in. While Proctor was certainly not narrow anywhere else, that was the thickest he would have to deal with, the rest was nothing Ken hadn’t handled before. But as Proctor rocked and pushed, Ken was definitely starting to feel it, a stretch even Gaz hadn’t given him in those kinds of depths, demanding entry and not taking no for an answer…Ken was having to breath deep and heavy, sucking in dragon musk with each pull of air, and trying to keep working on Gaz’s dick at the same time. He knew it would be an experience, but he wasn’t sure it was supposed to be THIS intense.

Yet, one thing stood out above all - the lack of pain. Sure, the stretch was not the most comfortable thing, but it wasn’t actively HURTING him, just pushing him past his previous limits. And that was telling him the most important issue was nothing to worry about; having taken a dragon so long had helped ensure that other big boys could take him safely too, if needing to be more gentle at first. And that helped him relax somewhat, which also helped Proctor’s dick push in deeper with less fuss. It wasn’t long before Proctor was beginning to thrust properly, he hadn’t hilted yet but Ken had to think he was close by the time he started, and the back-and-forth would help loosen him up more.

With Proctor getting into the groove, Ken tried to focus back on Gaz. This was the toughest part, trying to work his partner on a much less malleable end, particularly when Gaz was very used to going all-out. It wasn’t impossible, Ken had indeed proven this, but oral usually took a lot longer unless the dragon helped it along somehow. But there were ways, Ken was sure, he just hadn’t found them yet…his hands rubbed back and forth along that smooth shaft, his face pressed into the underside and licked and slurped over the length, and he made sure to give some attention to that swelling knot, an area that definitely triggered some responses. All along, Gaz was pushing back and forth a little bit, frotting himself against Ken’s face and leaking onto his upper chest a little. It was going to get messy, but that was no big deal - Gaz’s covers were more than familiar with an excess amount of fluids.

“Hr, damn…” Proctor let out a growl, and Ken felt that scaly hide thump against his rear a bit. “All the way…and barely a peep outta ya that’s not in bliss. I know dragons work some magic, but godDAMN.”

“I didn’t even magic him, I swear,” panted Gaz.

“Ain’t like ya have to try, I know you guys ‘leak’ a bit. But if he was takin’ ya right off then you didn’t need to do much. Everyone’s gain, far’s I’m concerned. Ken, ya mind if I turn it up a notch?”

“Uhn, go ahead…” The pressure was pretty intense inside him, but in a good way…if this was as tough as it was going to get for him, then he could handle the gator for sure. Though Proctor was going to try to undermine that confidence, intentionally or not…he pulled back and then drove in quite a bit harder and faster, making the stretch come a lot more rapidly after he relaxed, and Ken found himself groaning at the sudden rush of sensation deep inside him. It was one thing to feel it at all, another to feel it so forcefully…but it still felt more or less fine, and after a few more of those vigorous thrusts it was already fading into the background.

Back to Gaz, and Ken was about to try something a bit daring - something they’d mentioned in passing but hadn’t really explored before. While one of his hands was rubbing and squeezing that knot, the other was toying with the pointed head of the dragon’s cock. The tip itself was relatively sensitive, but most of the rest wasn’t that much more so than the rest of him; however, being thinner, it was a bit easier to work with for the smaller human. But that wasn’t what Ken was looking at this time, rather it was the very end that he was interested in. His fingertips rubbed against the tip, finding the opening where all the dragon’s precum was leaking from, that slit that gave such wonderful gifts. And Ken wanted to give one in return…it was going to be a bit of a surprise for Gaz, and Ken was bracing himself to have to abort at any moment, but as long as he wasn’t careless, he wasn’t too worried.

He waited until Gaz seemed rather unfocused before he struck. His pinky finger found the urethral opening, and with a bit of extra pressure, it slipped inside. Gaz let out a gasp above him, followed by a shuddering moan, and Ken felt that passage tense down a bit around his intrusion. It was a snug fit, a bit of a stretch for sure, but for a dick as big as Gaz’s, not beyond what he could handle - it would probably have been a bit much to go with any other finger, though. He rubbed inside a little bit, working flesh that probably didn’t get much contact of any sort and then pulling back to make sure that things didn’t get too backed up in there. A few squirts of pre came out a good bit faster and harder than before, encouraging Ken to keep up the novel treatment.

The fun just kept going, things getting hotter and heavier by the second. Ken’s body was fully loosened up now, taking Proctor like it was second nature, and that thickness was doing wonders on his own arousal, his cock twitching and gonads tensing as he fought the urge to cum too quickly. Proctor was letting out rugged growls as he picked up the pace, driving in forcefully and gushing pressed into that passage to lube it up even more. Gaz was leaning over Ken more now, panting and growling as Ken pushed him faster than he was used to when he wasn’t in control of things. It seemed like things were going to kick off at any moment, but the question of who would be first to release was not yet answered, with Ken the one trying to make it happen as he pleasured Gaz’s cock and squeezed around Proctor’s, all while his own was on the verge of busting loose.

But it was Proctor who really made things happen, with another unexpected move. Before Gaz had any idea what was going on, the gator suddenly rocked forward, jaws opening and then clamping shut into the dragon’s shoulder. The sudden shock of it caught Gaz entirely off-guard, but not as much as the bolt of unexpected pleasure it sent through him, which suddenly shoved him over the edge. His cry almost seemed to echo in the room as he bucked forth, jetting semen onto Ken’s body with wild abandon, sliding his cock jerkily across the human’s face. The shooting spunk even splattered against his own gonads, causing his fragile restraint to slip entirely away - before Ken knew it, he was cumming as well, adding his own contribution to the mess on his body and mewling into Gaz’s dick as he massaged that knot for all he could, encouraging more from Gaz.

Proctor wasn’t long in joining them, releasing Gaz and emitting a deep snarl as he drove in once more, and began gushing his load into Ken’s innards. Another shivering moan rose from Ken as he felt himself get filled up by a quite impressive volume of spunk, not quite as thick as Gaz’s but more than copious enough to give him plenty of spreading warmth deep inside him. As his own climax abated, the filling and the coating were providing a pleasant heat for him to revel in the afterglow with…now he was starting to know what the dragon’s bedcovers must have felt like, soaking with a generous amount of jizz. And like them, he’d need a pretty thorough cleaning after they were done…

Soon enough, things settled down, the releases dwindled, and all that was left were three panting and sweaty bodies, one of which had plenty of other fluids in addition to sweat. Proctor pulled out of Ken, a loud pop accompanying the extraction of his thick head, followed by a short rush of spunk to soak into the covers. “Damn, I’ve had some good lays, never thought I’d be able to count a human among the best,” the gator snickered as he stretched a bit.

“Lucky you that I’m flexible in a lot of ways,” cracked Ken as he sat up slightly. “Might just prove that I’m ruined for anything ‘reasonable’ though.”

“What…what was that at the end there?” asked Gaz, his head still spinning a bit.

“Oh, that? Figured you probably needed a little extra push to get over the hump there, a nice bit of mawing seemed like the ticket. Catches some of those nerves just right…don’t think I got you too tight, though, don’t wanna be drawing any blood, I don’t find that sexy at all.”

“No, I, uh, I don’t feel anything like that…uh, that was different, for sure…but, uh, it seemed to do the trick. Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m gonna give myself a wipe, be back in a couple for round two.” Proctor gave them a wink and strutted off towards the restroom, giving Ken and Gaz a chance to catch their breath…among other things.

“When I said you could probably fit a finger in there…I wasn’t expected you to actually TRY it,” remarked Gaz, though he didn’t sound put out about it. “But damn, that felt a lot wilder than I thought. Mawing or not, I don’t think I was getting off without that.”

“It wasn’t really something I’d planned ahead of time, but I really wanted you to be getting off with the two of us,” said Ken, rubbing his head a bit. “Confirmed that I could, though. Don’t try that with me, though, your fingers are definitely way too big, you’ll want a toy of some kind.”

“You’d be…oh, right, you mentioned that was one of your kinks. I guess maybe we should look into actually playing around with that a little...uhm, I might think about that myself, now, if just that felt as good as it did.”

Ken chuckled a bit. “I’ve got a bit of a head start on you on that, but I’m definitely game to help you explore it a bit. If you don’t end up liking it, no biggie, but if you do, it’ll be something fun we can enjoy together!”

Gaz rolled his eyes and let out a quiet snort of amusement. “Oh, yeah, sounding in solidarity. Truly the most engaging activity a couple can possibly do together.”

“You laugh, but it’s the only way I’m gonna be able to make you squirm by penetrating you. We can be on even ground for once!”

“Mmf, you might be right about that. Well, guess we’ll have something to talk about later.” Gaz sounded a touch nervous about the prospect, but Ken figured the dragon would probably come around to it a bit more - which would have been quite nice, because he really did want to try to get Gaz squirming. Given that he wasn’t big enough to do very much on top - as if he even wanted to anyway - using a toy like that to work over such a sensitive area on the dragon in an intense way sounded like a whole lot of fun.

Proctor was back a minute later, his cock clearly sparkling clean after what had to be a reasonably thorough washing. “Hope you don’t mind I used your soap,” he remarked as he walked around towards Ken’s head, Gaz getting up and moving around to the other end. “Don’t know if it’ll taste funky or not, but I figured just a bit of water wasn’t gonna cut it.”

“Should be fine if you rinsed well,” affirmed Ken. “And even if not it’ll be gone soon anyway, I’m sure. You ready to go?”

“Better believe it. I should warn ya, though, I saw that trick you did with Gaz. Looked like he liked it, but I’m not big on things going inside that way.”

“Oh, good thing you told me, I’ll avoid that then.” Ken hadn’t really been planning on that with Proctor - for one thing, there was no guarantee the gator was wide enough there to handle it anyway - but the confirmation that it was a no-go meant he wouldn’t even have to think about it. He’d have to figure out a trick for Proctor, though, he didn’t want to leave their guest dissatisfied…that would just have to be something for him to explore, he supposed.

“You wanna change positions at all?” Gas asked as he took hold of Ken’s legs.

“I think this is probably best, would be harder to work on Proctor if I was flipped, I think.”

“All right. Well, then, let’s get to it.” Gaz’s excitement was definitely inflamed - the desire to compete with Proctor was definitely alight in him, he knew his boyfriend had enjoyed that a lot and he was going to make sure he enjoyed Gaz even more. Of course, he was also going to be doing it while bathed in the load of the gator, which was going to be something he hadn’t experienced in a good long while...how much of it would be left inside Ken by the time Gaz knotted him? Not as much as he planned on filling him with, at the very least.

He didn’t hold anything back - Ken had been stretched open plenty by Proctor, and given how easily Ken could take him even without that benefit, he saw no need to take it easy. His dick shoved into that leaky hole, a loud squelch ringing out and a loud moan escaping from Ken’s mouth as he was filled right back up, with a much more familiar shape. He heard Proctor growl above him. “Holy shit. You can just ram in like that? That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Perks of familiarity, I guess,” chuckled Gaz.

Once Gaz was in rhythm, Ken starting working on the Proctor’s cock. It was indeed nice and clean, maybe a little too much so as there wasn’t much of his natural fluids left on it either - not that there was much that could be done about that. Ken started trying to solve that problem by leaving his own fluids on it, licking long along the underside of that cock and giving it a nice massage with his hands, trying to work Proctor up to at least leaking precum so he could smear it around. He was getting some positive feedback from the purrs and rumbles from Proctor above him, though they were pretty quiet…it was good, but perhaps not enough to bring him over the edge.

Still, he kept exploring. Rubbing against that thick head seemed to be effective, too, getting some additional response out of the gator, but the shape of it made it a little bit harder to play around with. At the other end, his fingers tried to toy with Proctor’s slit as much as possible, and that definitely seemed to hit the spot, getting him to hump a bit against Ken’s face. He decided to go for divide and conquer, one hand at each end trying to balance that with keeping that thick cock within easy licking distance, working his tongue over as much of that flesh as he could. Which wasn’t as much as he wanted, thanks to being sort of stuck in one spot, but the gator’s slow humps helped him cover less-traveled ground.

All the while he kept squeezing down on Gaz, getting grunts out of the dragon as he bucked in with more energy. That knot was smacking against his ass pretty hard, and making much sloppier sounds than usual as plenty of Proctor’s cum was being dragged out by the dragon’s tool. The covers felt almost sopping wet underneath Ken’s lower back, their absorbency clearly being put to the test. Not his concern, Gaz would have to deal with them later, and the dragon certainly didn’t seem to care enough to do anything about it…or maybe he was just too engaged in fucking Ken to care. Gaz seemed to get almost lost when rutting Ken, he could think of only one case where he’d pulled out of Ken before finishing, and that was to catch food that was on the verge of burning. Even the small number of times they’d indulged in some risky almost-public sex, times where Gaz was clearly more on edge than ever before, no matter how close they were to getting discovered, Gaz would be in until he was done. In fact it was almost something Ken would count on during those escapades, it helped enhance the thrill.

The three of them kept up that rhythm for a good bit, the two big reptiles rocking the human between them, working themselves and each other up as much as they could. For Gaz, it was easy to tell when his partner was getting closer to the finish, the way Ken started squeezing harder on his cock and his moans got higher and more strained. He could feel that tingle starting to rise in his own loins, too, telling him that the finale was closing in. Yet, he got the feeling that they were getting much more out of this than Proctor was…the gator was clearly enjoying himself, but not looking like he was heading for the door at the same clip as the two of them. Ken was doing his best, but didn’t have the advantage of knowing Proctor as well as he did Gaz, didn’t know all the sweet spots and the best way to exploit them…

The decision was made spur-of-the-moment. Suddenly Gaz pitched forward, startling Ken a bit. As his snout reached the capital girth of Proctor, he opened wide and almost clamped down on it, engulfing a generous portion of that cock in his maw. That got a strong response from the gator, whose shocked cry trailed into a growly murr as Gaz began to such and tongue that spire of flesh as best he could. He continued to hump into Ken, with shorter but quicker and more forceful bucks, smacking that knot against the human’s hole with abandon as he worshipped that staff.

From Ken’s perspective, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen Gaz go to town on another male quite like THAT before. Sure, his dragon gave him plenty of oral pleasure, but his own tool was fairly easy street compared to one like Proctor’s…but he couldn’t deny that it was a pretty hot sight. He continued to help out, using his hands to work over what Gaz couldn’t cover with his hands, and spent more time attacking that sensitive slit, poking and rubbing and giving him everything that he could. And it was working like a charm, Proctor was more animated than he’d been before, humping against Ken and into Gaz, his voice letting out low rumbles of bliss and his cock leaking more into Gaz’s mouth, making his impromptu blowjob sloppier and letting some saliva and pre drool down onto the human’s messy body.

With the extra stimulation, Proctor was quickly brought in line with the others, just in time as the dragon and human were on the verge of blowing. Gaz slipped his hand under Ken and started railing hard as he could while still keeping his jaws around Proctor’s tool, rocking back and forth a bit to help work the gator up even more, while trying to force that knot into Ken’s rear. One more thrust, and he slammed that fleshy bulge into Ken, spreading that pucker to the limit and popping it inside. That immense stretch pushed both of them over the edge, Ken’s cry weaker and more breathless than the first time but louder than Gaz’s muffled moan; the human’s load was barely noticeable among all the mess already on him, but inside was a much different story, the dragon’s deluge adding to what hadn’t gotten pushed out from the first go around, getting Ken’s sensation of fullness to a level he’d never really known before.

And then came Proctor’s growl, and Gaz suddenly had to scramble for focus as his muzzle was flushed with thick gator spunk. He had to rush to swallow, and even that wasn’t quite enough, a good bit of that jizz leaking from his mouth down onto Ken. It had been too long since he’d blown someone on the larger side, and he wasn’t doing a great job of catching up to the rush, but he did eventually manage to start swallowing that musky seed and keeping the mess from getting too much worse. Of course, then Ken had to go try to distract him a bit by trying to lick some of that leaked spunk off of his mouth…he somehow managed to keep his wits about him through that and his orgasm, long enough to let his head clear of the pleasure high and finish with the tapering load of Proctor.

Only after he pulled off did Proctor finally speak up, sounding somewhat breathless. “Damn. Guess you were returning the favor for that earlier ambush, huh?”

“Yeah, more or less…” panted Gaz. “Though I wasn’t quite as, uh, ready for it, I guess, as I thought. Been too long since I had something in there that a struggled to handle.”

“Was hot seeing that, though,” remarked Ken from below.

“You did pretty damn fine for being outta practice,” snickered Proctor. “Couldn’ta asked for anything more. The slit fingering wasn’t right bad, either, ain’t a lotta guys who actually tease around there.”

“I’m a bit more used to it than others, I guess…always seemed like a nice attractive pleasure target to me.” Ken groaned a bit as Gaz brought him upright, his dragon still firmly embedded inside him. “You were great, too, Proctor…I’m glad we had you in.”

“Mutual. You two were a ton of fun. Wouldn’t say no to another crack at ya, if you were interested. But ain’t no pressure, I remember Gaz sayin’ ya were just looking for some random fun.”

“Yeah, very casual,” said Gaz. “But we’ll consider it, if things stay that way.”

“Fair enough.” The gator stretched, then stood up. “Ah, yeah, that was fun…you mind if I go ahead and use your shower? Seems ta me you two might be ‘tied up’ for a bit.”

“Heh, go right ahead. Just don’t use all the hot water.”

“Tch, some hospitality!” It was an obvious joke, leaving them all snickering a little as Proctor headed to the restroom.

As they heard the shower start up, Gaz found a dry spot and laid down on his back, with Ken draped on him, smearing his scales with all that spunk that had found its way onto him. “So…was it everything you hoped for?”

“More or less,” agreed Ken. “Though I think we may have to rethink positions next time. Mighta been wrong about that being best. Unless you like the idea of being the lead oral technician.”

“I won’t leave ‘em out if that’s what it takes, for sure. But yeah, I guess maybe a bit of experimenting wouldn’t be a bad idea…guess that means I should start thinking about streamlining the search, huh? If we want to do this a little more often…I don’t think months of searching is gonna cut it.”

“You’ll figure something out,” Ken assured him with a smile. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that at all. Your covers might, though.”

“Mmph, don’t remind me. You know, I think I might spring for a special cover after all…”

Ken giggled, then sighed as he leaned against Gaz, settling in to wait out that knot. It had gone quite well, as far as he was concerned, and that gave him confidence that they could navigate this bit of novelty without having too many issues. Even in spite of the social logistics…there had to be more people out there who wouldn’t look at them with anything untoward in mind. And he had no doubt that Gaz could find them.

And perhaps it would get easier to arrange, if what he had in mind recently came to pass…if they were together much more regularly than they were…