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1. Far off in the distance a wolf howled his joy, at a successful mating. Graymist smiled a human enough smile and lopped along at a casual pace toward my home. It would be many months before he reached it. He howled that far reaching sound again and was answered by the whinny of a horse. A white and black stallion came prancing into view. Not a horse was this one but a centaur. He greeted the great grey werewolf by name and said, “Found one did you?” Graymist replied “Yes, and a Great Dragon to follow later.” “Mind if I hear the details as we walk together?” asked Watash? “Why not at all, as he sniffed at the centaur’s asshole, cock and ball sac. Not at all. I see you’ve been f by a gryphon lately” said Graymist “Yes” replied Watash lifting his tail so Graymist could sample his asshole easier. “Quite a good job I must say, and I didn’t get clawed up to badly getting it either.” “When have I ever clawed you badly, my friend” Graymist asked in a hurt voice? “Never, my old friend, never” answered Watash. “Tell me of your new lover my Old Wolf?”"Old Wolf?” asked Graymist and with that he blurred slightly, a male human now walked nose pressed against the centaur’s inviting asshole. “Old Wolf?” The now quite human looking werewolf continued to lick the now glistening hole. The centaur stopped walking and the human bumped into him. “Old Wolf?” laughed Graymist. “Well you are old and you are MY wolf are you not?” asked Watash now sounding hurt? The human then grabbed the tail, lifted it to the left side out of his way, and proceeded to shove his fist up the slippery hole. Watash moaned and leaned back slightly as the human began a steady beat, fisting the tight asshole up to his elbow. The centaur laughed and dropped his cock a little from it’s sheath and pissed. Graymist continued the fisting and told Watash of his recent dragon encounter. With occasional comments from the now squatting centaur stallion, later he was then mounted by the human and f several times in rapid succession. The human lay panting on the soft green grass, his gray furred cock sheath stained with the juices of the stallion and his own cum. His white furred balls now empty of cum and happy about it, they no longer itched. “I think you’ve gotten a case of the hornies from that bitch my Great Grey Wolf” laughed the prancing centaur stallion. His voice showing his joy and in the pleasure of afterglow “You are the best fucker, human or wolf, there are none better.” The wolf now sat cleaning himself canine style looked up and said, “I do my best for my lovers and friends, always.” “You are the best no question about it”, said the centaur grinning widely.Well, for one so recently f by a gryphon you seemed quite willing to get all I can give you my friend” teased Graymist “your the best mare I’ve ever known And it seems your case of the hornies is as bad as mine” he added. Watash countered “I remember a certain grey wolf who spent a week getting stuffed by a rather well hung unicorn in Glederhaven last month.” Graymist stood up, tail arched invitingly, cock standing erect and ready, head tilted to one side. He looked Watash straight in the eye and said all very serious “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Sometimes I think you are such a BITCH that ‘in heat’ is your natural state.” Watash laughed and stood up on hind feet letting the full length of his magnificent cock stand hard and erect for the wolf to see and said suggestively, “Mine’s bigger then your’s” He then lifted his tail high and arched matching the wolf’s stance and said “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch and you love it” The great grey wolf fell over laughing so hard, he barely managed “Yes, I do love you so” The great stallion lost his balance and sat down on his ass laughing too. He added “I love you too, don’t ever leave me.” After the laughter died down a bit and they could see through their tears, Graymist asked “Tell me of this fine gryphon of your’s?” Watash blushed and said “Alright, I’ll tell where to find him, if you want him.” ” Tell him I recommended him to you and please be gentle. Remember we’re not all Gods” Graymist got misty eyed and said gently, “Some of you are, TO ME” The two friends got up together and walked side by side into the sunset. Their laughter could be heard long after they had vanished from sight. A wolf’s howl was heard in the distance, his joy was for his friend and lover. Dragonwine flew ever eastward, as night approached. What would the next day bring, what new lovers would he meet? Flying at night is hazardous, unless you are a dragon or a night bird. Although there are others that fly at night, bats and such, these never bothered a dragon. So life continued to work its wonders even as the dragon flew overhead. There were owls, and other night birds feeding in the forests. As the hills grew nearer Dragonwine flew higher, the cool night air tickled his ball sac and haloed asshole. Chilly as the air was becoming with the altitude, all it did was tickle the soft furred areas of the Lesser Dragon. Swooping low over a slightly higher hilltop, Dragonwine landed and made ready to sleep the rest of the night away in peace and quiet. Later that night the air was cool and the surrounding landscape was quiet, peaceful, yet there moved life everywhere. The Lesser Dragon lay looking up at the stars, nearby lay the remains of several stag deer, a late supper as it were. Dragonwine then sat up and wondered How strange my life has become, Mated to a Great Dragon and then mated again by a Werewolf. I then laughed out loud. “Stupid bitch, strange was not the word for it. As I human I had f and been f by goats, dogs, horse’s, sheep and anything else that had caught my eye. So I am a pregnant dragon now, not a really big change in life style is it, I lectured myself. I then breathed a long sigh and was surprised with a blast of magic spawned fire. A nearby tree burst into brilliant flames and startled night birds squacked their disapproval. I was stunned, “But I am not a Great Dragon Not for many centuries to come.” Then cold fear shot through me, had something happened to Phyluum? NO NO NO I would have known had something happened to my Great Dragon. If he died then I would inherit his magic as his mate but that would never happen if I could help it. He must live forever, I would die first to keep him safe. So there is more to Graymist’S gift then furred genitals and an increased horniness. Well, I have much to tell Phyluum, much to tell and there is much he must explain to me. I then checked my cunt slit, my cock in it’s punk grey furred sheath with white coated ball sac, and my haloed asshole. Yep, still the same, the old and new scents were still there. I wonder what other changes await me in the future? I slept very well that night under the stars, what beast would dare to bother a sleeping dragon. Early the next morning while it was still dark I awakened to find a pair of small, bright eyes watching over me. Rolling over onto my stomach to better see who watched me so intently, I discovered a chipmunk. The furry rodent did not move as I rolled over and continued to watch me as I now watched him back. “Not yet, it’s to damn early to screw, come back later”, I laughed and the chipmunk ran over to hide in the bushes where his home lay. Just before dawn, the sleeping dragon was aware of a flapping as wings overhead. Awake now Dragonwine rose and scanned the area about him, then the sky above him. Far over head, almost to far for even his dragon sight a great bird was seen. Thinking back to the stories he had heard as a child, he remembered one in particular. A Roc, it must be a roc, but such great birds were gone the way of all the servents of evil. Dead in the great and terrible wars between good and evil men. They were the final combatants with dragons in the last battle of the great war, so long ago. Being very still and watching the disappearing bird, he was sure he had not been seen. They were stupid birds and not very good hunters. Were he great dragon he might have chased it and given battle, but not as he was now. He stretched and ate the rest of the stag deer. Phyluum froze in his flight over a small high peak. Fear, deep inside reached out, like a spear through his heart, Death was near his mate. He started to reach out to touch minds with his beloved, and then the fear was gone. And so was the touch with his mate, he panicked for a second. He waited, breathing deeply to relax, and the contact with his mate returned. Evil, old and powerful had passed very near to his mate. Dragonwine had seen it and it had passed her by, but inside her soul had known it for what it was and the call to his soul was fear, need help soon. He changed direction and headed to the east where his mate was. He flew at a fast determined pace, not panicky, but in a manner to get him there as soon as possible. It would take many weeks before he would arrive but the present danger had passed, he hoped it would not return until he got there. Graymist had said his goodbyes to his good friend and was on his way to his Great Dragon’S cave. He was sure that things would go well, after all although a God he was in love as he had said he was and having lived a very long life he had had many wives, and not a few husbands too. He had heard that the last Great Dragon had died in the Great Old War in the time of evil and good men. And if this was a Great Dragon, and he “she” was mated to another Great Dragon, well then he had much knowledge of benefit to both of them . If she had spoken truthfully to him about her mate being “Phyluum” then great happenings indeed were in store for him. Phyluum, Great Dragon of Mount Thieredg, greatest and most powerful of all dragons. Older then any who had ever lived, she had been in awe of him, Graymist as though he were a God. Even his friends and lovers thought of him in this way, but Phyluum was a true God, not he. To have mated with a God’s mate he was the one who was honored. He was the one who should be most grateful of any attention paid him by the Great One he thought. He froze in mid stride, Fear struck him, fear old and long forgotten, in his past. He scanned the area around him, his outline blurred as he seemed to grow larger in size and power. No threat appeared, and then the fear was gone as though it had not been there. He felt a touch on his mind for a brief moment, strong, old and definitely Great Dragon. Phyluum? Dragonwine in danger, never while he lived Death had visited friends and lovers and it had won and lost to him before. Not this one, NOT THIS ONE He changed direction and headed back the way he had come. The blurring of his outline faded and was gone, replaced with a faint shimmering as he ran gracefully, purposely to where his love was to be found. A small startled chipmunk ran for it’s hole, once safely within, it puzzled at what it had seen, wolf? Great Werewolf? Great Dragon? Were-Dragon? Werewolf-Dragon? What had it seen almost happen? The Great Bull was getting very good head from his sheep as his asshole was being plowed by a very happy and very talented brown stallion. The threesome were being watched by the rest of the Great Bull’s harem. The females, mare’s, cow’s, and a few ewes, giggled at their lord and Protector’s strength and stamina as he took on the mouth of the sheep and the cock of the stallion. As he came so did the stallion and all three after having shot their loads into each other, laughed and disengaged from each other to sit laughing on the soft grass. The ladies now walking over to the males commented on the fine performance given by all three. The Great Bull Espos smiled to his admirers, feigning a need to catch his breath. Yes, after his service from the dragon he seemed to doubled his endurance to physical stress. He could now pump all day if need be without tiring, or shooting his load. He had gained such control of his body that he felt he had gotten more then just the tickler’ from his Great Dragon Lady. Staring into the clear sky over head, he shivered as though a cold cloud had passed over him. The sheep at his cock sheath said “My great lord, is something wrong, you look as though you are in pain? Did I suck to hard, did I bite you too hard? What is wrong?”Espos spoke, now quite himself, “My lady is in danger, it passes her by for now, but it may return. We must go to her aid NOW. Get ready to leave.” He had not noticed the shimmering that had surrounded him and his fellows. Even those not in the sex act were affected, all his harem had blurred in shape and outline when he had felt the contact of Evil near his Great Lady.They gathered themselves together and started in the direction to go to where the Lesser Dragon could be found. It would be many weeks before they arrived, but they would go through Hell to reach her. It was more then Espos’ will to protect her that drove them on to her. A chipmunk watched as the party faded into the distance. ‘Were’ or not ‘were, he thought long on this sight he had seen. He must tell the others about this strangeness Things of great importance seemed to be afoot. The final battle it seemed was not over as had been thought by all. There was still one more confrontation left to make. “Must tell the others, plans must be laid, the various parties involved must be carefully watched,” he muttered to himself. After waiting for several minutes to be sure the roc was well gone from the area, Dragonwine continued her flight only now she watched over her shoulder for other threats, other evil things that should not have been there. Far off in the distance the roc flew, it had seen the hill where the Lesser Dragon had stood, but it had not seen the dragon. It’s sight was not as good as the dragon’s, but it’s mind was able to pick up the touch of the dragon’s thoughts faint as they were. Yet before it could lock-on to her location, it had it’s fix jammed by a much stronger mind. It was a Great Dragon, and before it could get a fix on this, contact was broken. Somewhere to the southwest, a Great Dragon lived, the enemy, the old orders still spoke to it, “KILL ALL, KILL ALL DRAGONS, KILL ALL MEN, DESTROY ALL WORKS OF MEN” The roc flew higher yet to get a better view of what countryside lay spread out before it. The dragon was near. The Lesser Dragon flew low over a small pond and caught fish that lived there, not to filling but food was not as important as distance, at this time. Silmar swam in his slow graceful way far out at sea, the whales were happy and so was he, maybe later they would f again. He stopped his paddling for a moment as a strong surge of hate, fear and anger passed though him. Phyluum, his mate, and what? What could draw the anger of a Great Dragon so that he felt it at this distance. He wondered what was happening out there that he was missing out on? Then as in answer to his question, a shadow passed over head small as though from a great height, and the touch of it was evil. Ducking quickly under the surface, he scanned the sky to see what the hell it was that passed. At the extreme limit of the range of his vision flew a bird. Hatred, hot and deadly flowed through him, talons flexed, a hiss like from a great snake came from his scaled throat. “So, a roc, then the evil still exists to plague this world. Reason enough for Phyluum’s rage, I can not help him now, but if the need comes I will find a way. The evil will die this time, there will be no mistakes this time, NOT THIS TIME” roared Silmar, “NOT THIS TIME” Dragonwine dove low over the pond and after having at least dulled the hunger within her, landed in a small grove of tall trees. There she sat and waited listening for any sound of wings over head. No out of the ordinary sounds came to her, no magic beasts roamed near her senses, she was safe. Soft, light hooves came slowly to stand behind her but at a distance not meant to frighten her. A deep male voice came to her, “Sorry to disturb your musings, I smelled a female near by and since I am in rut I can’t tell one from another, bear, deer, horse, or dragon, you females all smell the same to me now.” Out from the shadows stepped a moose, great antlers looking very impressive, his cock showing his excitement at the scent of a female. “That’s quite alright I don’t mind the intrusion. I was just thinking about how my life has changed these last few months”, sighed the Lesser Dragon. “I can share your thoughts, lady, rut is a time of great joy and loneliness. Joy at the pleasures of a female and loneliness when one can not be found”, and at this he let out a long sigh. “I see you are mated”, he said as he came closer and again breathed deeply, “I didn’t know there were any dragons left in this world.” At this distance he stood at least ten feet or more in height, very close to my own size and although I out weighed him by several tons still we were not that far off in size. His cock still shown clearly to me, he was not about to lose his lust at finding the wrong kind of female waiting for him. I lightly touched his mind and could tell how he felt and knew what a lust like that is like. My own horniness sometimes seemed like a rut, when I had been a human around animals. Even now as a Lesser Dragon that horniness still affected my moods and wants, but I was mated and could still enjoy sex without any danger to the unborn within me. He came closer and I smiled a grim with fangs showing clearly, “You will not mount me, understand”, I cautioned him. “Just getting a better view of you, my fine lady” he countered. “I have not seem a dragon before, I have only heard tales of them from my grandfather. You were believed to all be gone after the last battle in the Great War” he said slowly. In my male voice I said “Only Phyluum lives, and it was he who created me, I loved him and in that love he created me as a dragon for himself. we are forever mated, but I have a surprise even for him.” He bowed low then and said without looking up at me “Great Phyluum Forgive me if you please, Great Lady - My Lord, I didn’t know.” He continued, still bowed before me, “Great Phyluum Please my lady don’t tell him of my slight of you. I have no wish to anger a God. He then rose and turned to leave, cock now retracted and his head slightly down cast in my presence. “By your leave I will go and you may continue in your thoughts without my interruptions, please forgive me,” he added as he walked slowly back into the trees. Without thinking I asked, “Do you know of Graymist my handsome one?” He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me once more. I stood tall and erect, spreading my wings wide concealing nothing from his sight now. His eyes locked on my furred genitals and a smirk crossed his face. “Yes, I know him and so it seems do you, very intimately in fact by the mark of those,” he laughed. I giggled as the female again and said “I have a surprise for Phyluum, if you can’t already tell.” He stepped close to me and asked “May I, I promise no tricks my Lady, I am not sure, you confuse me, I am not sure now what I know?” “You may,” I said winking at him, “tell me what you think you know now.” I dropped to all fours and he walked around behind me as though to inspect a prime female in heat. He scented my haloed asshole, cunt and then looked at and licked my cock sheath. “Are you ‘were’ my lady, were you ‘were’ before Phyluum changed you from human” he asked sternly. I said “No, not ‘were’, never have been, but it seems that Greymist had more to give then just a great f. It seems that I am mated to him, just as I am to Phyluum, but he is a God I guess he can do anything if he wants to, can’t he,” I said. “Well, to be frank with you, I have been husband and friend to him for years, but I got no gift from him like that”, he grinned wider and breathed my scent in deeply once again. “You are indeed a special one my lady, Phyluum, must have known what he was doing in creating you. He must have been more then longing for a mate, you are more then a simple mate, you are a part of a plan that he is tied to in the scheme of life.” He said, “My lady grant a favor to me, will you suck me? Since you won’t let me f you, will you suck me, I have a cramp now from my lust for you.” Dragonwine laughed as the male now, “Why, I, if you wish it, I didn’t mean to put you off so harshly, if it’s that bad then you can f me. I didn’t realize you had it so bad and were in pain.” “My name is Maremount, and I don’t think I can even get it up now, it’s too late the pain is to great”, he blushed. “It’s all my fault, I should have thought of what I knew from my human days with deer. I forgot what it is to be in rut. Let me make amends too you.” And with that I turned to face the moose and proceeded to reach under his belly and suck on Maremount’s cock sheath until his cock emerged, hard and ready. “Tell you what, I’ll continue this blow job on you and after that I will f you, sound fair to you?” asked Dragonwine “Well, I do enjoy a good suck now and then, but I’ve never been f before”, answered the moose, “It does sound kind of exciting though.”High above the two great beasts, on a branch lost to their sight sat a listening chipmunk. He sat motionless and watched the sky over their heads as though looking for something that had not yet arrived. Finally sure that what ever it was wasn’t going to show up he wandered over to a hole in the tree borough and with a motion of his tiny paw, stepped into a circle of light that faded after his leaving. The two down below continued their discussion of various sexual options, likes and fantasies. Maremount stood with front legs draped over Dragonwine’S head and shoulders as the Lesser Dragon sucked long and hard to get the moose to the point where he would shoot for her. Dragonwine had learned to give very deep throat from Phyluum all those many months ago. And he gave Maremount the best he could just as he would to another dragon, Great or not. The huge black cock throbbed at last as Maremount shot his gallon of cum far down Dragonwine’S waiting throat. He laughed as the last drop was sucked out of his softening cock. She then flicked the end of her twin tipped tongue over the now very sensitive head of his limp cock. He tried not to flinch at the touch as the sensations flowed through him. In a low male voice he said, “Lady you are better then any female I have ever met in my life… you are very gifted even the other males can’t do that.” She then inserted a long thin fang gently into his pee hole and sucked in just enough to tickle his cock with a new feeling. He moaned and said, “Kinky, definitely and maybe a little bit perverted, but good. She then let him get down off her and he staggered for a moment as his feet touched the ground once more. “WOOW, never had a blow job like that, made my knees week”, said Maremount as he stopped wobbling around after a while. Maremount then excused himself and walked over behind some trees just off in the distance. She asked what was wrong and he replied “Nothings wrong, just taking care of a small bodily function. Did you want to watch?” She giggled in her female voice “No, not particularly. Scat isn’t my thing, and I don’t do the “dirty” so if you want to be f by me you better be clean, OK?” Sounding farther away now splashing sounds reached her ears. “Just washing up for you, don’t want to offend on the first try”, he answered to her unasked question. “Oh, just wondering, thought you were going swimming, or wanted to do it in waist high water. Nice on a hot day and maybe just a little “risque”, she teased. “Well, the water is a bit too cold for that, but maybe another time”, he hinted suggestively? “Could be, could be, but lets see if you like it first before we make plans for a follow-up, OK”, a male voice answered him.Maremount reappeared and looked at Dragonwine for a second, “You intrigue me no end when your voice changes like that, do you change from male to female when you do that?” “I am male, and female all the time, but my voice changes when a male or a female voice is more appropriate to the situation, like now, if I f you I am male, if you f me then I am female, OK,” he answered, all stallion now? Maremount stood ready, tail raised temptingly and winked to Dragonwine, “Take me my Great Stud Dragon, I am ready for fun” He stood very still and breathed deeply as he waited for the Lesser Dragon to mount him. In a calm and reassuring tone Dragonwine walked quietly up behind the great moose and said “Just relax and let me do all the work, don’t tense up just let it happen, go along with your instincts. You’ll like it I can tell”, he cooed, “think female, open and willing OK?” “Right,” answered the unsure moose. Taking it slowly so as to make it not a painful first time, the dragon mounted the moose but did not have his cock out and ready. The moose asked as he felt the dragon’s weight on his back, “Well?” “Be patient”, Dragonwine cooed, “Relax, here it comes.” As he spoke this, his great dragon cock with it’s ‘tickler’ emerged slowly from his furred cock sheath. At the first touch of the head against his asshole, the moose relaxed and let it gain easy entry to his hot recesses. The dragon pushed gently, slowly forward as more of his cock slid into the trembling moose, as it emerged from it’s grey furred sheath. The ‘tickler’ was the last part to disappear to the loosening black hole. Since he was only a moose and not a dragon he could not have taken even this much unless Dragonwine had not shrunk his cock just a little using a little magic trick Phyluum had taught him. He did not thrust or hump, he just stood there hard and ready, his cock up the grinning moose. “Just enjoy the feeling of fullness, I’ll start the fucking in a moment”, said Dragonwine. After a few minutes to let the moose get used to the feelings, the dragon started a slow even pumping motion. He didn’t touch bottom as with the bull, this one needed a different kind of servicing. The moose closed his eyes and dreamed of females, and his past lovers. Ten minutes passed as a new voice reached their ears, “Not a bad idea, you should have let me know you wanted to try it from the other side, I keep telling you it is fun for me too, you great tree stumped cock on legs.” At this the two looked to their left to see Graymist standing near a wet rooted tree, he had just pissed on. “Good stuff that dragon cunt, better then any moose you’ll ever see”, said Graymist. Maremount said “Well if I could get you to want to get on top, instead of being the horniest bitch I’ve ever f then I would have let you try me. As it is the first time for me I think you could keep the critique on style to yourself, please,” added the waiting moose. The dragon continued the fucking and the werewolf walked around behind the dragon. “If you don’t mind a third partner in this lesson on sex, allow me to add my services to help things along.”Dragonwine looked at her past lover and nodded her head, “Yes, since the lesson is on anal fucking, you may join us” and with that she lifted her tail to allow his full entrance to her haloed asshole. He laughed at the sight of her furred cock sheath, cunt slit, and haloed asshole. “Mine”, he asked, “my doing?” To which she answered.”It seems you let a little to much slip in when we last met. I now am mated to you as much as to Phyluum, I will bear you both offspring in the next year, dragons, were pups, and a human too it seems.” He scented her cunt slit and whistled, “Never had this happen before, not even with another ‘were’, were pups and a human both. Damn, I hope Phyluum is understanding of his lady’s strange physical gifts”, he wondered, “I cannot claim full credit for this.” “Never mind that now, are you going to f me or not I can’t keep Maremount waiting forever, his hole will never be the same if it gets too loosened by me now” said the still humping dragon. “Oh, all right if you insist my Great Lady”, he teased. He licked her fur haloed asshole and then mounted her, sliding in to the hilt. Together the two matched strokes perfectly and soon all were shooting cum at full force into each others holes. A very happy moose lay against a tree and panted, the dragon then switched to the werewolf and preceded to get a blowjob fron Graymist as he sucked with all the vigor he could muster after the fucking he had given her. Dragonwine shot for her happy wolf lover and then when he had recovered enough Maremount took a turn sucking Dragonwine off too. They all took turns sucking and fucking each other singly or in pairs as the hours passed. Soon even the dragon lay panting on the ground with the others. It had gotten dark and was now after midnight, they had been at it for half the day and night. Even dragons can’t go on forever, so finally he said, “Lets save some for tomorrow, ok?” From over their heads came a small yet powerful voice, “IF YOU ALL DON’T MIND, SOME OF US SLEEP AT NIGHT” Graymist answered, “Nikodemas? Sorry to have disturbed you Please forgive the lapse of your student and his fellows, we ment no harm or insult. We shall leave you in peace as you request.” And with that they all left the place where they had partied and walked until they were on the far side of the pond, well out of the angry chipmunk hearing. “Who is Nikodemas? And why do you say you are his student?”, asked the dragon. Graymist smiled and answered “Well even a God needs help with some of the social graces.” And with that said he went back to cleaning his cock sheath and ball sac. “Well, I suppose your right”, she smiled back, watching intently as he worked slowly. He knew she was watching and added, “Sleep now, fun tomorrow, OK?” “Oh, alright”, Dragonwine replied in a sad male voice, “Fun tomorrow” They all lay in a circle asses to the center heads to the outside , and they all slept without a watch. If anyone dared to bother them, then Master Nikodemas would also be awakened and Death Himself would walk lightly this night and far away from their resting place. Late the next morning, Graymist sat cleaning himself and Dragonwine watched intently. “You do that rather skillfully I must say, and you say that Nikodemas taught you all your social graces”, she said smiling broadly? “Well, not all of them after all I am canine first and a human last, so I retain more then enough of both to fit the occasion”, he stated. “I was only his student by my own choice, not his, and I only needed a little coaching”, Graymist said proudly And so he sat with his cock showing clearly as the dragon looked on. “Please stop that, it’s not proper with mixed company”, asked Nikodemas. “Oh, I don’t mind”, answered the Lesser Dragon, voice changing from male to female and back to male again. “It is rather cute to look at when it’s hard and wet like that, and he seems so happy doing it too”, he teased. Nikodemas looked at the smiling dragon and scanned her-him from head to toes to tips of tail. “Not ‘were’, no not ‘were’, but some thing close, almost but not quite”, he muttered to himself, “You, my fine dragon, are unique, to say the least.” He breathed in her scent and tilted his head to the side as a dog might when it was puzzled or thinking deeply. “I must ask Phyluum just what he did to you, you are not of this time, Lady, you are from a time before ‘were’ almost before dragons Great or Otherwise”, he continued. He waved a tiny paw in a curious pattern, and looked at him as though he were separate male and female dragons. “You, did this Graymist, not just Phyluum, your mating with her has revived a pattern older then even Phyluum saw in her when he made her”, Nikodemas added. “Yes, not ‘were’, but with just a little more here and there, Yes ‘were’ and even the roc shall fall before you. Also your offspring are definitely ‘were’, they are dragon into wolf into man, wolf into dragon into man, and man into dragon into wolf.” Graymist whistled then and said “‘were’ in three forms, you supprise me my lady, and Phyluum will be most pleased.” “I hope I haven’t displeased him, by this”, she said , “I don’t think he anticipated my condition, NOT like this.” She then turned as another chipmunk approached the little group. “Master Nikodemas”, he stated, “We, the others confirm five rocs, all heading in generally this direction. You my fine sir-lady have nothing to fear, Phyluum is in no danger yet and as long as you are here with us you too are safe.” Nikodemas then spoke,” You all must leave soon, we can not have the battle here. This place must not be tainted by the evil of their kind, you must fight them in the desert. The place the last battle of the war took place. It lies in ruin now and a little more carnage there won’t hurt.” As they all turned to leave, Dragonwine in his male voice said, “Master Nikodemas since you are a Shape Shifter how is it you are sure that I am not?” At this Nikodemas turned and looked hard at the dragon, and then asked “How do you know I am a Shape Shifter?” In the female voice now the young dragon answered, “I do have dragon sight don’t I? And I was I think a Shape Shifter in a past life so I can tell one when I meet one.” She then lifted her tail suggestively and said, “If you’d like to try sometime I am open to the advances.” She then winked and Nikodemas laughed, “Well my fine dragon since you know more about me then the others do I may take a turn someday just to find more out about you. You interest me greatly, because you are a unique one of a kind dragon and it has been along time since I shifted to mate with another shifter. Maybe someday, until then enjoy your friends and you Graymist protect your fine lady or you’ll answer to me” he answered sternly. He then walked into a circle of light that had opened at his feet and vanished as it faded from sight of them all. Phyluum flew onward toward where his mate waited for him. He felt her pleasures with her lovers in his own organs as she felt them in hers. Although she was safe from harm, and apparently enjoying herself in a wild orgy, still he knew that danger was loose in the world and he must be at her side when it reappeared. He stopped to rest and eat for a few hours. It was in a small glen he landed. From behind a tall heavily leafed tree a male voice greeted his arrival, “Greetings Great One, I am honored by your visit” From out of the shadows stepped a gryphon approaching slowly so the Great Dragon could have time to gauge ‘friend or foe’. “I am a friend and mean you no harm. I knew you were coming although I can not tell you how I knew this. I am called, “Winchester, by my friends and lovers and you are most_welcome to stay as long as wish Great Phyluum. “I am charged to tell you, by others you need not be concerned about just now, that your mate is safe and with friends”, the Gryphon added. “Well my friend, if you were sent by one or many I accept you welcome and offer to stay as long as I need to” replied Phyluum. “I also know in my own way that my mate is safe and happy for the moment. But a friend is always a glad addition to make on a journey” she said smiling. Winchester looked more closely now at Phyluum and smiled at her. “So, it is true what they say, dragons are male and female”, he nodded. He then, as he was closer now to the Great Dragon, breathed in the great beast’s scent. “You are mated I see, and so is your mate I assume, yes of course, dragons always are mated in pairs”, he thought out loud. “My congratulations to you and your mate, great one, this world has been without dragons for too long. Without your kind the evil will return to us and this time we may not win”, he said bowing deeply. “I shall leave you now so you can rest for your remaining part of the journey”, he said turning to go out into the forest greenery. “You don’t have to hurry off on my account, I don’t mind a little company if it’s a friend”, answered Phyluum. The gryphon then turned back to face the Great Dragon and smiling said, “Why certainly if it’s what you wish.On either side of the continent Phyluum and Dragonwine, Lord, Lady and the last of all dragonkind paused in their journey. Each knew of the dangers they faced, shocked by the realisation that evil was still abroad in the land, an evil that knew of them and meant them harm. Still, it was dark and dragons, although they are quite capable of night flying had decided to rest until the morning.To the south, in the Valley of Ressane, Phyluum had landed and decided to rest. There he had met Winchester, a gryphon of great stature and power……”You don’t have to hurry off on my account, I don’t mind a little company if it’s a friend,” answered Phyluum.The gryphon then turned back to face the Great Dragon and, smiling, said “Why certainly if that’s what you wish.” not done yet This post has been edited by Maine on Aug 19 2006, 06:33 AM

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2. Phyluum watched the gryphon closely as he sat down before him. He sat in the manner of great cats, lounging to one side so that his belly was towards the Great Dragon although with a subtle twist his aquiline foreparts remained upright, his steel-hard talons indenting the earth.”So, you too have felt the evil rise once more in the land?” the gryphon asked.”I have and I sense the quickening of the forces of light to counter it. My lover, my mate has done well and there are others rallying to our cause.” Phyluum answered.”Indeed, Great Dragon, Indeed. She is a rare one, your mate, I have felt her from afar and have heard much of her,” Winchester said, “…and him,” he added, recalling the dual sex of dragons. “You know that she is with child, or should I say children?”Phyluum nodded, “I know of this, and I know that not all are of my doing,” he giggled, a strange sound of mirth from such a powerful creature, “Just wait until I catch up with the little hussy”Winchester chuckled in return, a laughing, cawing sound. “Ah, but your own lust has not been idle, Great Phyluum, or so it seems to me.” He leant forward towards the dragon’s hind legs where he lay and sniffed between them. “I scent the sea here.. have you learnt to mate with whales?”"Ah no,” chortled Phyluum, “But I have f with a lover of whales. You know of Silmar”"Indeed, I knew him in our youth when we would f dolphins together. I have not seen him in many years but the time is coming when we will meet again .”"You see much that is hidden even from my dragon’s sight.” Phyluum said.”Perhaps,” replied Winchester, “When the world was young and dragons plentiful we gryphons were also collectors of the rare and wondrous - now there are few of us and much has been lost but some of the ancient relics remain in our presence,” He looked at Phyluum and a sadness tinged his voice when again he spoke, “There is much that I would tell you, Great Dragon, yet much I cannot tell you. It would, though, please me greatly if I could ease your mind with a little pleasure. I’m sure that I am no match for your mate but I can at least try.”Phyluum was disturbed, what was it that the gryphon new and he did not? Still, he reasoned, I was not meant to see the future. There are greater forces in the world now and I, for all my power and strength, for all that others call me a God, am in their hands. He shook himself from his thoughts and said “Yes Winchester, it would be good. The night is young and I am troubled.”"Then lay back, Great Dragon and let me see what I can do.”Phyluum stretched himself out in the soft grass, lying on his side and stretching his hind legs out so as to expose his cock sheath, cunt and asshole. The gryphon shuffled forwards and continued to sniff between the great dragon’s legs, scenting the heady scents of the dragon’s twin sexes. The great dragon sighed contentedly as he felt his companion’s warm breath tickle over the lips of her cunt and the bulging cock sheath, slowly he dropped his huge cock, erecting it slowly, it’s thick glistening length slipping out and hardening, just a few inches… for now.”Most delightful,” murmured the gryphon. His pointed avian tongue slipped from his beak and touched the cock head gently, lapping at it to measure it’s taste, a taste most pleasing to him and he cawed his delight in the back of his throat. Licking harder he moved closer to the dragon and lowered himself to cloak the dragon’s huge balls in his soft neck feathers, ruffling his chest so that the soft down caressed his mighty lover. With great skill the gryphon inserted the tip of his tongue into the hole at the end of Phyluum’s cock, sucking the clear fluid that welled up from within, gently too he brought his foreclaws up to the dragon’s rod, grasping it so that Phyluum could feel the tips of his hard talons on the soft flesh.Phyluum groaned at the spasm of pleasure that rippled through him, burning his cares away for the night. “Ah, you know how to pleasure a dragon,” he rumbled, his cock growing harder, longer. Winchester just smiled his strange birdlike smile and shuffled up the Great Dragon’s body, still lapping at his cock head, his tongue darting this way and that as he played the dragon’s huge tool like an instrument. Slowly he bent his head and took the huge cock inside his throat, angling himself to swallow it. Phyluum slowly rolled over to lie on his back, wings outspread to either side. As they had turned over Winchester moved so as to be on top of the Dragon and gently raked his eagle’s claws up the tender skin of the dragon’s thick cock as they moved, not too had as to cause real pain or break the skin but hard enough to make their presence felt. Bending his head further he slurped at the cock in his beak and throat, gobbling it down. He’d had lots of practice at this, why only last week he’d spent a very entertaining few days with a very well equipped centaur stallion who’d loved getting head, or should that be beak, from a gryphon. Phyluum revelled in the attention his cock received, at least a foot of it’s length throbbed inside the indefatigable gryphon, his tongue tickled the underside, running over the bumps and ridges of his tickler in an exciting dance whilst he sucked the rest down, milking it for all he was worth. Phyluum twitched back his tail towards the gryphon, nudging his leonine tail out of the way and caressing his tawny furred balls.”Why don’t you let yourself down and let me feel that cock of yours,” he said as he caressed the gryphon’s ball sac, slowly he moved his tail up to the knot of his lover’s asshole, “I’ll f you here later if you want, don’t worry about me coming, we dragons can come may times.”His answer was a muffled growl of pleasure and a renewed sucking at his cock from the gryphon. Phyluum felt his pleasure building, the river of cum in his balls getting ready to burst its banks and he wanted to feel the lovely lion cock of the gryphon inside him before he came. He was not to be disappointed and soon he felt the Winchester’s hot cock pressing against his belly. It seemed very large for a creature of his size and it throbbed delightfully. “Oooh, that feels so good,” Phyluum sighed as a female, her tail guiding the rampant gryphon’s cock back to her pouting cunt lips, edging the tip of his rod to them. The gryphon needed no further encouragement and sank his hot, thick cock between them and deep into the dragon’s cunt. Both of them groaned in pleasure, dragon cunt and gryphon throat spasming around the proud cocks they held. The air around them grew heavy with the scent of mating, adding to their inflamed lusts. Phyluum reached up to his lover with is foreclaws, steadying him on his belly as he began to thrust like a mating lion, his cock plunging deep into the grasping cunt of the dragon. As he withdrew Winchester sucked hard on the cock that stuffed him, his claws still caressing the remainder of it’s slippery length. The pleasure was intense, unbearable and with a roar Phyluum began to shoot his cum, hot and cold, into the gryphon’s throat. Winchester gave a muffled squawk of surprise as the cock he held convulsed and started to shoot it’s seed. Greedily he gulped at the river that gushed forth, taking it all down, milking it and sucking it as hard as he could. He came himself too, shooting his hot gryphon cum into the Great Dragon’s cunt which spasmed to receive it. Slowly they slipped out of each other, the gryphon’s cock sill erect and glistening from their combined juices. Phyluum’s cock retreating to it’s sheath, wet with cum and saliva. As he withdrew it he savoured the sensations as the wet cock coiled and contracted on itself, bathing in the warm fluids. The two lovers lay side by side, head to head, panting for breath.”A very good rut, my Lord Dragon,” Winchester said at last, “You have one of the most delicious cocks it’s ever been my pleasure to suck and your cunt pulses delightfully. Will you let me try your other hole too, it does look most inviting?”"Why of course you may, and I must try yours too,” Phyluum answered. With a forepaw he caressed his lover newly found, down the feathery line of is chest and across the tawny lion flanks. The gryphon ruffled his wings in pleasure at the touch and closed his eyes. “We should try a mating on the wing too, perhaps tomorrow?” He continued to caress Winchester, stroking him, caressing warmth into his body, filling him with the essence of dragon.”Ah yes, it would seem then that our journey will be together.” “I do not see why not. I promised my mate Horselover Dragonwine that I would find her company of an, ah… interesting nature. She has certainly found plenty for me to try. ” Phyluum’s clawed hand reached under the gryphon’s belly, stroking the downy fur there, Gently he cupped the fat cock sheath and ran a taloned paw down the glistening red length to it’s chisel-pointed tip and back again, feeling it’s weight and softness. He stroked it again, this time raking a talon gently along it’s surface. Winchester cawed low and deep in his throat, his cock twitching in the great dragon’s hand, it’s tip flaring and shooting a little cum as a minor orgasm took him.”This is a most novel pleasure,” Phyluum murmured, his eyes fixed on the pulsing length of the gryphon cock he manipulated, “I must confess I found your claws rather exciting.” He bent his neck forward to bring his soft scaled head down close to the twitching cock, his nostrils flaring at it’s male, musky scent. With his twin tipped tongue he lapped at the cock and firm ball sac he held before bending closer and taking the cock on his jaws, holding it with his needle-sharp fangs, his tongue wrapping around the spicy skin, teasing it’s hardness.Winchester almost fainted with the pleasure of it all, he loved the gentle touch of a hard claw or jaw upon his tender cock. It was by far and away his greatest delight, one he’d loved since he was a fledgling cub. Slowly Phyluum released his grip on the gryphon’s cock and sucked it down, his head engulfing it, breathing the muskyness of his lovers’ balls and ass. On the upstroke of his sucking he let the gryphon feel the edge of his fangs once more, listening with pleasure as Winchester hissed his delight and writhed under him like a creature possessed. It gave delight to Phyluum to hear his lover so happy and, a thousand miles away he felt his rising lust infect his dear Dragonwine as she/he too began to pleasure another. Soon they would be together, he thought as he sucked and scratched the gryphon’s pulsating cock, soon they would suck each other, long and deep as only dragons could. But still, he mused, to the matter in hand. He sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, tasting and swallowing the tender morsel, holding the squirming excited gryphon down with his weight. At last, when he sensed that the moment was right he sucked hard and with a gentle pressure nipped the most sensitive tip of his cock with his teeth. Winchester gave a strangled cry and began to shoot his hot, sticky cum into the great dragon’s throat, the delights of orgasm wracking his body, pulse after pulse of sweet seed that Phyluum gratefully drank down. With a free hand he cupped the gryphon’s balls, gently manipulating them to squeeze the last of his tribute from him. A clawed talon stroked back along the line of his balls towards his tail, fingering the tight bud of his asshole. The still spasming Winchester relaxed his muscles and the talon slipped inside his dark hole and began to work it’s way deeper.Eventually Great Phyluum released the gryphon’s cock which flopped limp and spent against his fur before retreating into it’s sheath. The proud creature lay on his side, wings fluttering, tail lashing from side to side as he savoured the pleasures that still lingered from his huge orgasm and from the firm pressure of the dragon talon that plundered his slippery hole. “Oh my,” panted the gryphon, “What a sucking - you certainly know how to please, Great Dragon.”"All down to practice I assure you.” Phyluum replied. His head snaked to the gryphon’s and they kissed tenderly for a moment. “I am glad that I found your company,” the great dragon continued. I would have been lonely tonight were it not for you.”"I sense that you have spent too long alone, Great Phyluum,” Winchester said softly, shifting himself so as to take the most of the pleasure down below as the dragon’s long digit toyed with his hole. “I trust that I make fitting company for such as you.”"Oh most certainly you do, you are a fine lover.”Winchester pushed back onto the long clawed talon and purred, the tip of his pink cock protruding from its furred sheath. “Is there anything… more I can do to service you, Great Dragon?” His amber eyes gazed back at Phyluum and down to his protruding cock.”I rather think it’s what we can do for each other,” Phyluum laughed. “Could it be that perhaps you want this?” and he too looked down at his huge cock, heavy and glistening it’s readiness in the pale starlight. Winchester’s ass contracted on the dragon’s finger, drawing it even deeper, his tail whipping violently. “I take it,” Phyluum rumbled, “That the answer is yes.”They shifted positions, the gryphon crouching before the great dragon like a cat in heat, his eagle’s wings spread wide, back arched and tail twitched to one side. Phyluum rose behind him and scratched under his tail which rose a little higher. Winchester moaned in anticipation.”Oh do f me,” he whimpered, his foreclaws scratching the ground. Phyluum moved closer, his head sweeping up the gryphon’s back, nuzzling his neck in a mating prelude. “I want to feel you inside me, my Great Dragon,”Phyluum brought the head of his cock to the edge of the gryphon’s asshole and gently pushed the tip inside, his innate magic shaping himself to make the penetration easier. Winchester moaned under him and pushed back, hungry for dragoncock. The Great Dragon, never one to disappoint his lovers, pushed forwards and sank his cock into the hot, slippery tunnel. Winchester climaxed immediately in his excitement at being f by a dragon. He’d fantasised about it since he was young, he’d even had a wyvern once which was fun but nothing compared to this. His ass muscles convulsed around the dragons cock, pleasure shooting through his body, his screaming cry of pleasure rending the night air asunder. His cock grew hard again from it’s sheath and twitched fitfully. Phyluum, ever the considerate lover, reached below him with a forepaw and began to stroke it, gently playing his hard talons over the soft, sensitive cockflesh all the more to pleasure his gryphon lover.”I haven’t even got it all the way in yet,” Phyluum whispered to his lover when he had calmed down a bit. He began a slow pumping motion, easing the foot or so of cock impaled in the Gryphon’s ass in and out, his own clear fluids lubricating his passage. “Are you sure you want the rest, my passionate friend?”"Oh yes,” Winchester moaned, “give it all to me you great horny beast.” He tried to push back once more but Phyluum held back for a moment before he thrust deep into the panting gryphon, his ‘tickler’ entering him, in a moment he cancelled his magic and his cock swelled to it’s full size. Winchester screamed as he felt the already huge cock swell inside him and pump even deeper, penetrating to his very soul, but it was a scream of pleasure, not of pain. Every delight was coming true at last, every dream he’d wished for fulfilled. Down below Phyluum toyed with the gryphon’s cock, teasing and tormenting it. As he felt the gryphon come close to yet another climax he snaked his head from it’s nuzzling of his lover’s neck to envelop the hot, twitching cock. With a final set of quick, deep thrusts he began to come in the gryphon’s ass. Winchester screamed again as the hot then cold spurts of dragon cum gushed into him, the heat of the dragon’s mouth brought him to his own climax, spurting his seed into Phyluum’s throat once again. For what seemed like an age they climaxed, bodies shaking as the release took them. After a time they collapsed, tired but happy to the soft grass where they lay.”Thank you, Great Lover” Winchester said once he had recovered a little, “you have made my dearest wish come true.”"And you have pleasured me greatly,” Phyluum answered. They drew close, close so that they could lay together touching each other. “In the morning we will fly to meet the others but now let us rest.”Winchester nodded, his avian eyes glinting in the soft light. “Agreed, my quest is with you now. The Great Dragons must not disappear from the world.”They lay together as the world turned and slept until morning. Dragonwine, Greymist and Maremount said their farewells to Nicodemas and struck out together for the Eastern Desert. Dragonwine had many questions to ask Nicodemas and yet something inside told him to hold his peace and that this was by no means her last encounter with the enigmatic creature who presently held a chipmunk’s form. The party proceeded at a fast walking pace, Greymist telling them that they would reach the desert within a couple of weeks.”I could fly there in a couple of days, one day if I flew all night,” Dragonwine insisted.”You may be a dragon,” remonstrated Greymist, “But if the enemy comes in strength, and come they will, it would be better to face them together. Besides,” he continued, “I fear that things will never be quite the same again after the battle to come and I would enjoy our company a little while longer.”Dragonwine was silent for a while, not wanting to consider the possibilities. Evil was abroad in the land again and is sought the destruction of all dragons, all men and all the works of the Old Magic. It had ever been the duty of the Great Dragons to guard the old ways and now only one true Great Dragon remained. Their task was daunting and yet it had to be done.For hours the three walked, heading ever eastwards. Maremount mentioned that they would come across the settlement of Glenderhaven the next day. Greymist smiled his wolfish smile at this.”In that case I think that we could have some more company on our little adventure.”Maremount and Dragonwine exchanged glances but didn’t press the Werewolf further; they would find out in good time.: - - :The sun was starting to lower in the sky when I felt his presence calling me, He was coming, there was no doubt about it. In sheer joy I spread my wings and roared a roar of pure pleasure, shocking my two companions to a sudden halt.”He comes” I roared, “The Great Dragon Phyluum comes” and with that I launched myself into the evening sky. Climbing quickly in a tight spiral I levelled off at five thousand feet and headed southwards, leaving my companions behind for now as tiny specks on the plains. With my dragon’s sight I soon saw the two shapes in the distance and increased speed, diving slightly. One of the distant specks increased it’s speed too, soon resolving itself into the shape of my beloved Great Dragon, my lover.Soon we were together, both climbing quickly to lose speed, flaring our wings as we approached a stall only to bank away together and glide northwards, wingtip to wingtip.”I’ve missed you Phyluum,” I said, raising my voice over the rush of the wind, “I have much to tell you but I’m so pleased to see you safe.”"Would that the time of our meeting was better, My Love,” the Great Dragon answered, “Still, let us celebrate our reunion” He winked across the space between us and began to fall back into my wake. He skilfully manoeuvred himself to my tail and I felt a warm tongue creep down my tail to my cock and cunt. I prepared myself and was not at all surprised to hear his roar of surprise when he encountered my new furry additions to what lay there. “Aha This would be that rogue Greymist’s doing Always sticking his cock where it’s not wanted - and often where it is” He sniffed deeply at my musky cunt, “And I see that we are to be blessed with little ones too Excellent You have been keeping yourself busy whilst I’ve been away, my horny little dragon. Now let’s see if you still remember to please an old dragon like me” His tongue flicked at my cunt, parting the lips to lap at the sweet nectar within. I wriggled under his caress, loving his touch on me and slowly began a gentle banking turn to circle over the plain. I could see our companions below us and I wanted to put on a display of dragon fucking for their benefit. A Griffin had just landed to join them and I surmised that he had been my lover’s companion. I wriggled more… I’d never had a griffin before and I looked forward to trying him out. I’d all but forgotten that I could hide nothing from my great dragon when he spoke to me again, his tongue slipping from my wet slit.”You’ll get along famously,” Phyluum said, “He’s got a thing for dragons and his cock is delightful, speaking of which,” his tongue lashed out and caressed my furry cocksheath. As I ran out my long dragon-cock he flipped over onto his back and took it in his mouth, slurping it down greedily. I reached down with my tail and started to feel for his own cunt and slowly worked a prong of my tail into his warm depths, withdrawing it and then embedding it into his ass, “Ahhhh…” he groaned as I took him, murmuring around my cock that jutted down his throat, “you have not forgotten.” So saying he took me deep and sucked hard, a clawed talon reaching up and reaming my own ass. I felt on the verge of coming and reluctantly pulled myself from Phyluum’s mouth.”Now,” I said, “Let’s f like dragons.”We entered each other quickly, he in my ass and I up his cunt, flying belly to belly, our wings outstretched, long cocks plundering each other. Good, hot sex the way only dragons know how. I worked my tail round and into his ass, shoving it good and deep. It was so good to have him again, my one true lover, the beautiful, beautiful creature who had opened to door to a new world for me. My love for him burst forth, covering us both and we gripped each other tightly, bathing in the warmth of our love for each other. Suddenly he closed his wings and we fell from the sky as orgasm approached, our buckings more furious as our cocks buried themselves deep into each other. As we swooped lower and lower I felt him building and myself following the dizzy rush to orgasm”Now,” I screamed as passion overtook me, “do it now” And together we came and came, shooting hot and cold into each other, sealing our reunion in a baptism of come. Over and over we came as dragons do, pulling up into a gradual climb until our slippery cocks slid from the other’s contented hole and slowly we circled and landed near Greymist and the rest, happy and content.I clutched my ass tight as I made the introductions, revelling in the warm come that filled me. It was Greymist who, with a bow to Phyluum, wandered over to me first and sniffed at my asshole.”May I?” he enquired,”By all means, Old Wolf,” I replied. I lay on by back with my hind legs spread wide, putting on a lacivious display for my newly returned Lord. Greymist assumed his pure wolf form and jumped up to place a paw on either side of my thighs. He bent his great head down and began to tongue my ass. His rough tongue felt good on the already tender skin where only moments before my dragon lover’s cock had been and slowly I relaxed, letting the come seep out where Greymist eagerly lapped it up. I felt myself growing hard again. Winchester stepped up at that moment and seeing his opportunity took my growing cock lightly in his beak. We traded glances for a second and then, with a sly wink, he took my cock deep into his throat, his avian tongue playing and tickling the shaft as he swallowed it deep and sucked hard. I shot almost immediately, tormented as I was by two tongues. From the corner of my eye I saw that Maremount and my Great Dragon were becoming aquatinted and that the moose had mounted his asshole and f it deeply with his long cock, his eyes closed and his tail flagging furiously as he pleasured the Great Dragon in his slippery tunnel. And so it was that the party grew, fucking and sucking in the gathering dusk on the rolling plains.- -In the early hours just before the dawn Phyluum and Dragonwine lay side by side and talked quietly so as not to wake the others. They compared their experiences of their lovers and spoke of the dangers to come. Later Greymist, wisest and oldest of all the wolves came and joined them and they laid their plans for the battle. “I feel that there are others coming to join us and that they need a protector. It would be best if Great Phyluum was there to assist them. Dragonwine has his scent and it should be a simple matter for you to find them. There are others too close at hand that would join us in our quest. Maremount and I know of at least two who it would be well to have on our side. Maremount will find one and Dragonwine and I the other. Winchester has the gifts of Sight Beyond Sight and he has told me that he will go directly to the desert to watch and wait. Let is meet in the town of Glenderhaven five days from now. The human’s there are kind and good and will be welcoming to us, they remember the battles past and may well wish to aid us again.”So it was decided; with the first light of day Phyluum and Dragonwine exchanged tender kisses and the Great Dragon took to the wing, climbing westwards in search of Espos and his harem. Winchester flew south and east towards the desert and Maremount struck southwards towards the forests and the town of Glenderhaven. Dragonwine and Greymist began to walk northwards. “We should be upon him in no time,” the wolf said. “He is an old friend of mine, a healer of great skill and a lover of equal talent.”"I look forward to meeting him,” Dragonwine said with a smile.”Ah yes, I sensed that before you took on the mantle of dragonhood you had a fondness for horse’s, hence your name I trust?”"Indeed,” Dragonwine replied, “I had many lovers who were not of my own kind of both sexes, I was husband and wife to many. This friend of yours is a horse?”"Almost and yet more than a horse. He is Watash, a centaur-stallion of the northern forests.”"Really,” Dragonwine’s ears pricked up at the news, “I have not tasted the cock of a stallion for many a month. It was a pleasure I’d intended to introduce Phyluum to in time.” “And so you shall I trust. He and I have been lovers for many years.” Greymist’s eyes misted slightly, “I regret that this battle has come to pass, I fear for his safety and that of all of us. I have lost too many lovers and friends and do not wish to lose more.”They walked on in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They travelled onward for some hours, their pace swift and sure, covering many miles in a few hours. Towards the end of the day Maremount’s keen sight picked up a cloud of dust in the distance. “Something comes,” he said to Greymist, by the riverbank on our side.The wolf Greymist scented the air, fortunate to be downwind of the approaching cloud. “That is who we are looking for - I’d recognise that smelly old centaur anywhere. Come, let’s meet him.” Together they set off to intercept his approach and were waiting for him when he galloped around a bend in the river and trotted to a halt. Dragonwine was most impressed by what he saw, the mighty centaur was truly a lovely creature, his human form was firm and athletic, his face, though streaked with the dust and grime of the road, kindly and wise. It occurred to Dragonwine that he hadn’t seen a human face since he himself had been human. His horse body though was another matter entirely: pure perfection, clean of limb and deeply barrelled, the hide, although matted and sweat flecked, shining with health and suppleness. For a moment he remembered his life before his transformation to dragonhood, the lovers he’d had amongst the beautiful and strong horse’s. Quickly he cast a gaze over himself in his draconic form and realised how comfortable he felt in his new body. Being a human hadn’t been all bad but now he could do all that he had done then and much more besides. As the centaur slowed and bowed his head before them Dragonwine shot a glance between his hind legs and noted the huge sheath and balls that nestled there.”Greetings fellow travellers,” Watash said as he rose from his bow, “You are looking for me, perhaps?”"We are, Old Friend,” Greymist said. His form melted to that of a werewolf and he embraced the centaur, his gesture returned in full. “This is Dragonwine, Lover of the Great Dragon Phyluum.”"Enchanted, My Lord and Lady,” he said bowing once more. “”And greetings to you Watash.” Dragonwine returned, “You look weary after your travels.” “Oh that’s not so bad although I do feel a little disgraced coming before you with the dust of the road upon me.”"Well we are all travel-stained but there is a river here, why don’t we use it?” Dragonwine asked with a smile. Greymist laughed, “Watch her, Old Friend, once he was human and had a taste for horseflesh of the live kind”They started down the riverbank to a shallow bend where a small beach of sand had been laid down by the slow flow of water. “Indeed,” Watash said, “So you were a lover of stallion’s. Do you still have the same inclinations?”"Indeed I do, and for many more things beside, although I do confess that your body does appeal to me. There was a bay stallion once who was a lover of mine…” Dragonwine’s voice trailed off wistfully, borne on a memory of warm stables and the soft, firm touch of a stallion’s cock.Greymist giggled. “And there are bay stallion’s and mare’s a plenty that have been his lovers too” he nodded in Watash’s direction.”Oh come now,” Watash grinned, “It has only been a few” All three laughed as they entered the cool river water.They began to clean each other, splashing water over themselves and each other. Skin and scales clean quickly and so soon they turned their attentions to Watash who stood chest deep in the water. Gradually they worked the dust from his hide, smoothing it down until it glistened in the evening sunlight. As they cleaned him so too they worked upon his road-weary muscles, massaging them and kneading the aches from them. As they caressed him so too he relaxed and began to sigh.”Oh that feels so much better,” he murmured.”Well how about this then,” Greymist said. He stood by the centaur’s hindquarters and raised his tail, running his free hand down the dock to caress his asshole.”Mmmmm…. even better,” Watash replied.Dragonwine continued to caress the centaur, running the flats of his taloned forepaws over human and horse body, he wasn’t really massaging him now, the intent was a pleasure far deeper than that and Watash responded delightfully. The dragon watched intently as the werewolf Greymist fondled the ass of the big centaur, slowly working his fingers into the tight opening, then a hand and finally his whole arm. Gradually he began to piston in and out of the dark opening, pleasuring the stallion’s ass. Watash groaned intently at each thrust of Greymist’s arm deep inside him, “Oh you were always good to me my wolf,” he murmured, backing onto his friends arm. Dragonwine contented himself with holding the enraptured centaur stallion upright but slipped his tail under him and caressed his belly with it, back down to the sheath. His cock was out and hard in the water and with a skilful touch Dragonwine wrapped his tail around it and began to stroke it.Watash moaned fitfully, his back arching at the pleasure and with a final thrust up to Greymist’s shoulder he came, his cock jerking inside Dragonwine’s grip and spurting unto the water. They helped Watash from the river and flopped down onto the bank, his cock was limp but exposed and Dragonwine bent her head down to nuzzle softly at it.”Ah… you truly are a horse-lover, my fine dragon friend,” Watash murmured. His cock grew hard as Dragonwine played her tongue over it, growing to full stiffness. Dragonwine murmured a reply but kept her tongue lapping at the soft skin of his mottled pink and black cock; supporting herself on one forearm she reached back along his cock with her clawed hand and began to caress the huge balls of the lovely centaur, feeling their firmness in the soft sac they nestles within. Watash spread his legs out, relaxed and content, letting th edragon’s mouth and claws bring their pleasure to him. “I should really be doing something back for you both,” he said.”Well there is something,” Greymist said conspiratorially, his form melting back into that of a huge silver-furred wolf. He rolled over onto his side, his hindquarters near Watash’s head. The centaur smiled and reached over to him, rolling the wolf onto his back and stroking his soft belly fur. Dragonwine kept close watch on the magical wolf as he continued to lick at the centaur’s stiff cock. She couldn’t help but fondly remember a favourite old dog from long ago when she was a human boy; he’d caressed in this way and he’d lost his virginity to him one night when he was young and would never forget the creature who’d taught him so much. In many ways Greymist reminded her of him. During Dragonwine’s reverie Watash had moved his hands down to fondle the big wolf’s furry sheath, softly caressing it’s warmth and coaxing out the treasure within. He did not have long to wait before his red cock peeped from it’s nest, Watash ran a finger along it to be rewarded with more of the cock and a soft whimper from the recumbent wolf who’s tail wagged furiously. Slowly the centaur stroked more of his companion’s cock into the air where it stuck up proudly, red and twitching in the late afternoon light.”Mmmmm…” cooed Watash breathlessly, obviously Dragonwine’s sweet attentions at his cock were having their desired effect, “You look good enough to eat” Bending his head he took the tip of the wolf’s throbbing cock between his lips and sucked hard. Greymist howled in delight and thrust his haunches forward, his cock slipping into his lover’s mouth; Watash greedily sucked at it, burying is face in the crotch of the mighty wolf. With one hand he hold the wolf’s back, pulling him closer to his face, keeping his throbbing member deep in his throat, his other stroking the tight knot of the wolf’s asshole, working a finger, then two into the firm opening, fingerfucking the delighted Greymist into a frenzy of jerks and howled gasps. Dragonwine took this as his cue and opened her jaws, bending closer to the bobbing centaur cock she’d taunted into a stiff expectancy. Slowly she tickled the rounded blunt head, one prong of her talented tongue poked into the opening at the end and swirled around. Even with his mouth full of wolf’s cock the centaur let out a moan and Dragonwine tasted the clear fluid that welled up from his velvety balls. Steadily she took the tip of his mighty cock into her mouth, her fangs that could tear a stag to pieces in seconds gently grasping the tip of his rod before with a darting movement of her head she took the whole of his cock deep into her throat and sucked hard. Distantly she heard a muffled moan of the centaur and felt his cock spasm. With her tongue she pushed the throbbing member up to the roof of her mouth, caressing it’s length on the ridges there, running her tongue along the underside. Dragonwine revelled in the salty sweet taste of his cock, as a human there was only so much stallion cock she’d been able to swallow but not any more. His taste and texture were superb, soft and silken but strong and masculine, she felt as though she could suck his cock forever and want for nothing more. A thought came to her and her tail snaked over his hard balls and under his tail to probe at the entrance to his asshole and was rather surprised to feel it slip inside quite effortlessly. Truly, she thought, this was a very practised centaurWith the other prong of her tail she snaked over to caress the flank of Greymist and then down to where Watash fingerfucked him, he’d almost managed to get his entire arm into the wolf now who writhed on the soft grass totally lost in his pleasure. Watash, feeling the tip of the dragon’s tail on his arm pulled out and Dragonwine’s tail forced its way into the tight depths of Greymist’s ass and began to pleasure him. It was all too much for the big wolf who with a great howl shot his come deep into the centaur’s throat, his ass spasming around the dragon’s tail that plundered his hole. Watash gulped down the sweet wolf-come greedily, running his tongue along the top of the spurting cock, his concentration hampered by the delightful torment of his own ass and cock. As the last spurts of the wolf’s cock subsided Dragonwine gave an extra hard suck at the lovely cock in her mouth and Watash came with a groan, shooting his lovely come hard into the dragon’s throat. Dragonwine wrapped her flexible tongue around the quivering cock and milked its sweetness from the beautiful length. As he came the big centaur’s ass started to pulse upon her tail like Greymist’s still did, delighting the dragon to know that she could please her friends like this and remembering that her lover Phyluum so enjoyed a tail up the ass. Eventually they parted, slowly collapsing to the grass and lying close, touching in the aftermath of passion.”But none of us served you,” Watash said eventually to Dragonwine upon whose broad shoulder he rested.”Oh but you did, dear Watash,” Dragonwine answered, her voice gentle and feminine. “I haven’t tasted a good stallion’s come for so long and you were delightful, such sweetness and your cock is quite magnificent, soft and silky; you do take good care of yourself.”"He’s quite something isn’t he,” Greymist murmured, reaching over to brush his friend’s chest with his forepaw. “And you likewise,” Watash said to the wolf, “Again I taste the nectar of a God,”"Not quite a God Watash,” he replied, but you are all as good as Gods to me, and you are right, we should do something about the young lady here who pleasured us so beautifully and I have an idea, if you are willing My Lady?”Dragonwine smiled at the mischievous lilt in the wolf’s voice and looked down at him with her smouldering eyes, her long neck arched like a proud horse. “And what would you have in mind, you rascal?”"Just lie on your back and I’ll show you.”Dragonwine did as she was bid and lay on her back, spreading her wings and shuffling about to get comfortable. Even on her back her head was still at the level of the centaur’s and she watched while Greymist and Watash held a quick conference, speaking too low for her to hear. Smiling, her pair of lovers approached her one on either side. Greymist reached over and sniffed at her cock sheath, cunt and ass, savouring the heady draconic scents. “You smell enchanting my lovely dragoness,” Greymist murmured as he drank in her lustful aroma. Dragonwine shivered as he touched his cold, wet nose to her cunt. Watash meanwhile knelt by her and began to stroke the leathery sheath of her cock. It took a little time for the sensations to build within her as she was well into her female cycle now and her cock was not nearly as sensitive as before but after a short time she felt the familiar sensations of pleasure stirring in her loins and the tulip-like head of her cock emerged. Watash murmured his delight at seeing the dragon’s organ and lovingly touched and stroked its ever hardening and increasing length.”Oh what a gorgeous cock,” he whispered and he lifted it to his lips and planted soft kisses down it’s length. He’s sucked many cocks before of many creatures and had just as many plunder his asshole but this cock was something special, the scent was divine, musky and rich like none other, the taste heady and indescribable. Opening his lips he took the head of the magical rod into his mouth, flicking his head over the bulbous tip and the slit from which Dragonwine’s fluids leaked. Never, he thought, had a creature been better named as this as he lapped upon her juices, dragon’s wine indeed. As the dragon’s slender cock emerged further Watash encountered the bumps of her tickler. “Well well,” he murmured to himself, “what have we here.” More and more cock emerged and yet Watash devoted his attentions to the ticker the dragon possessed. He’d been f by many lovely cocks but he was determined to feel this strange and wonderful one inside him before the day was through. Greymist took his nose from her cunt and busily lapped at it as though he was about to die of thirst, his firm tongue caressed the silken walls of the dragon’s cave, lapping her sweet musk from her and making her leak yet more of her honey, he licked up to the bud of her clitoris, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. Dragonwine groaned in pleasure at the lovely caresses she received, her condition seemed to make her cunt so much more sensitive and she could feel every single lick the wolf made. She itched deep inside though and longed for his stiff cock up her, or better still both of them. As if in answer to her wishes Greymist threw himself over her hind leg and moved up her body, she quivered in anticipation and opened herself to him. With a howl he took her, thrusting his throbbing cock deep into her cunt. Watash almost lost possession of her cock as she was mounted, but held on and sucked it hard before releasing her and taking up a position behind the wolf. In a brief instant Dragonwine read the mind of the big stallion centaur and suggested to him a little variation on their fun to which he agreed at once. With an athletic leap he mounted up behind Greymist and rested his forelegs upon Dragonwine’s shoulders. His cock inched forwards and with a little guidance from her tail she guided it to the entrance to her cunt. With a thrust he was inside her below Greymist and two long talented cocks ploughed into her cunt. Far, far above them, almost too high for dragonsight to see, a watcher surveyed the scene through senses not of the world below, every grunt and groan of the rutting lovers he heard, every pleasure they felt he felt too. As though he lay with all of them he felt the two powerful cocks slipping and sliding into Dragonwine’s hot, grasping cunt, her two lovers licking at her slender cock, the tingling of pleasure racing through each body. If he could have smiled he would have but beaks are not built for that expression. Turning from the lovers he began to fly southwards and to pick up speed, flaying faster and faster, the friction of the air making his feathers glow with heat, with a tiny crack he broke the sound barrier, his speed increasing until with a soft pop his feathers burst into flames, and he cried as the orgasm of fire rippled over his body. Like a small meteor he rushed onwards, covering miles in seconds, ever southwards towards the desert.Down below where the watcher had observed the three lovers settled into a steady rhythm, Dragonwine brought her hind legs up to the stallion’s rump, pulling him into her, feeling every inch of his velvety cock slide into her, slipping along the walls of her dripping cunt, above his cock Greymist’s smaller but no less delightful rod rubbed her clit as he matched the centaur stroke for stroke; both Greymist and Watash shared the dragon’s slender cock, licking and sucking on it’s twitching length. “Your pleasure, My Dear,” Greymist murmured to her, lapping at the tickler of her cock. For a moment their eyes met.”You are my pleasure, Greymist, you and this fucking beautiful horny beast of yours” Dragonwine hissed, her voice heavy with lust.”I aim to please, My Lady,” grinned Watash and taking her cock in his hands he ran his hands firmly along it’s length and sucked on it hard, taking the knob in his mouth and fluttering his tongue over the sensitive head.Dragonwine leant back and roared into the clear air, every fibre of her being trembling with pleasure, her roar turned to fire as her lovers thrust deeper into her, sensing that her climax was near. Screaming her joy a jet of bright flame leapt from her opened jaws, and her cunt clamped around the two hard cocks that pleasured her. At this signal Watash pulled his cock from her and with a deft movement placed it below the wolf’s tail.”Ah…” moaned Greymist, “Yes you lovely beast, give it to me,” he clutched to Dragonwine’s flanks with his paws, his cock embedded in her grasping cunt, bracing himself. Slowly the centaur eased his huge cock into the silver wolf’s ass, lubricated as it was by Dragonwine’s sweet nectar is slipped easily into his tight passage, burrowing deep into him. The Great Dragon looked down at her lover, his muzzle contorted in a grimace that looked like pain but from his mind she could sense only pleasure, reaching down she took hold of his shoulders, feeling the rough wolf-pelt under her paws. As Watash found his depth he slowly withdrew and began to slide in and out of the wolf’s tight ass which convulsed around his silken-smooth cock.”Twitchy, My Lord?” he asked. Greymist just groaned his pleasure and pushed back on the centaur’s stallion cock, pinning himself on the beautiful rod. Laughing the centaur once again returned to lapping at the dragon’s cock. Dragonwine felt the wolf’s cock swelling inside her and another orgasm drew close, building inside, higher and higher until with a groan her cock and cunt convulsed and she shot forth the contents of her balls into the willing and ready mouth of the centaur. With two swift strokes he too reached his pinnacle and shot his seed deep into Greymist’s ass, the silver wolf too sending his come into Dragonwine’s cunt in a glorious, hot orgasm. For what seemed like an age they lay locked together, giving and receiving until slowly, in a wet and sticky bundle, they collapsed into a heap on the riverbank, each hugging the other. Watash spoke first.”I think I need another bath.” Completed This post has been edited by Maine on Aug 19 2006, 10:47 PM

   Comment by Maine — 20, 2006 @ 2:46 am

3. Nice story but frikken long lol

   Comment by doggy__style — 20, 2006 @ 2:55 am

4. yea that it is. thanks for the reply .

   Comment by Maine — 20, 2006 @ 10:38 am

5. wow i just finished it. great story though its not really beastiality but more like fantasy Thanks for posting anyways i did enjoy it.

   Comment by doggy__style — 20, 2006 @ 9:18 pm

6. this is a really great story. pretty original too.i only wish that we knew who the original author is/was.also, this story ends like is has a sequel. any knowledge of one existing?

   Comment by chafalcar — 21, 2006 @ 12:46 pm

7. i have been talking with some people that might be interested in writing a sequal . but not sure on it . just wish could find the original author

   Comment by Maine — 21, 2006 @ 11:03 pm

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