Boy Toy
Boy Toy
"I love you," Dimi said to Puzz, and so began a day that would live in their hearts for all eternity. Puzz was the smaller of the two, but well built and muscular, exemplifying the typical view of well built dragons. The scales across his back and some of his muzzle were a deep, blue, marking him as a dragon of the ice breed. His underside was a soft pale white that mingled and merged with the blue nicely along the edges of the color. White spots peppered his strong back and the long wings stretching out of his back, just below the shoulder blades.
Dimi was taller and a bit slimmer over all. Unlike his mate, he was a single color, a pale soft white that matched the spots and belly of the dragon. He lay nude, save the golden necklace with a blue scale nestled safe inside.
It was a lazy Saturday morning. Nothing much to do, and when the doorbell rang, Dimi had his shaggy head in Puzz's lap. Puzz had been passing the time cleaning Dimi's ear with a Q-tip, carefully brushing the cotton against the warm inner skin. Dimi was enjoying it, evident not only by the wagging tail between his legs, but also the ever expanding lump at his groin. Puzz smiled. It was really too easy sometimes, to play his mate like this. A nice stroke at just the right spot and he watched as the furry sheathe tingled and tensed. For now he was just teasing, and so let it go.
When the doorbell rang, Dimi's ear twitched, but Puzz instinctively pulled the Q-tip out so he didn't get hurt. Dimi sat up as if to stand but then lay back down, snuggling against the two flesh pillars of his draconic mate.
"Go answer the door," Puzz said.
"No," Dimi said. "You."
"No, you."
"No, you."
"No-" Puzz paused. "You want to flip for it?"
Dimi closed his eyes as he nodded sleepily. Puzz placed his claws under the wolf. A moment later, the wolf was flipped onto the floor. "Now go answer the door," Puzz warned.
Grumbling lowly, Dimi stood and headed for the front door. Opening it, and looked around, he saw no one. Looking down, he saw a small box wrapped in brown paper with a cute little string bow on top. Dimi picked it up and walked back into the bedroom.
"What's that?" Puzz asked.
"A box." With a fore claw and a swift swipe, Dimi cut open the twine.
"Is there a card?"
Dimi removed the brown paper to show the black shoe box underneath. Flipping a flap of paper open, he read, "Enjoy." After opening the box and reaching through the Styrofoam peanuts, he at last found the contents and pulled it out into the open.
"Is that a Super Soaker?" Puzz asked.
It did indeed resemble a toy gun, but Dimi silently compared it more to a sci-fi ray gun from an old movie, rather than a squirt gun. He held it up to his eyes, going over every inch, and when that yielded no answers, he brought it to his muzzle and sniffed. Still nothing.
"What's the dial on the side?" Puzz asked.
Dimi turned it over. "It's pointed to the word shrink."
"Give it here."
Dimi handed it over. Now it was Puzz's turn to sniff and stare. "We should just send it back," Dimi said. Puzz went as far as slipping his serpentine tongue around the ray gun, but recoiled at the awful taste. His eyes snapped shut and his finger jerked the trigger. A sort of rainbow cloud burst out of the tip of the ray gun; swelling into a large ball before lancing forward at Dimi. Dimi howled in fear, lifting his arms to guard, but the sheen just spread around him, engulfing him in an obscuring luster. Dimi's howl fell away in to nothing. Puzz thought of running into the swelling rainbow light, but his legs refused to move. He just stood there, shocked and fearful. Finally, the rainbow sheen shrank away in to nothing. Puzz looked around, sharp eyes searching through the kitchen for his mate. With a sweep of revulsion, Puzz saw that the pale wolf was gone.
"Di-Dimi?"
Puzz blinked twice to be sure he wasn't somehow missing his mate. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms forward through thin air, and made contact with nothing. The dragon looked to the ray gun, horrified, and cast it aside as if it seared his scaly hand. "Dimi," he said again, dropping to his knees. "Dimi? Dimi? Oh god Dimi. What have I done?" There was such an odd mixture of revulsion, fear, and horror swelling through him. He just sat there, mouth open. The feelings inside were crippling.
Dimi groaned loudly, sitting up and rubbing his head. It felt like brain was pushing against his skull and doing its best to explode his head. "You shot me!" he shouted back. "And keep your voice down! Jeez, I feel like I'm going to pop." His eyes felt like they were shut with concrete. He cringed, rubbing his head with the heel of his palms, massaging his vision back. Opening his eyes, again he was just blinded, this time by a searing light. He rolled onto his back, screaming and hiding behind his hands. He groaned, cupping his hands over his eyes and slowly opening them, and looking around.
All around him, a barren plane of nothing at all, what seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Then, there were sudden walls rising off the ground and spiraling to a height he could never hope to reach. To his left, gigantic pillars rose out of the ground and to the sky, holding up a humongous platform.
Forward the low crying nearly made his ears bleed. Jutting up from the ground like a grand blue titan that he knew, somehow, to be his mate. "Puzz!" he shouted, running towards the dragon with all his might. "Puzz! Puzz!"
It must have been like a mouse's squeak, and there was no way the dragon would ever hear over his own wailing. Dimi panted, trying to think, and stuffing his fingers into his ears to block out the painful sound of Puzz's cries. His screaming wasn't working, and he was a bit afraid to go walking up to the giant to try and get his attention. Dimi took a very deep breath. He filled his lungs and diaphragm with air and hunched forward. Arching his back and tilting his head, he howled the longest, deepest howl he could push out. He gave out all he could, the deepness of the howl filling the room and breaking through the high pitched squeals of Puzz's cries. Puzz stopped almost instantly. His head lifted and his sharp eyes scanned the floor. After a moment he caught the white spec a bit away. On all fours, he crawled forward, snout almost dragged on the ground until he reached the dot blemish of white.
"Puzz!" Dimi howled again. He jumped up and down, flailing his arms comically. "Puzz! Puzz!"
Puzz sniffled a bit, and wiped his snout on his arm. "Dimi?" he asked. Slow and careful, he stretched a long finger to the tiny wolf, who hugged and licked the nail enthusiastically. Puzz was careful sliding his thumb nail under the tiny one's feet. He lifted his hand up to his face, taking the wolf with him. "Dimi? You're...really small."
Dimi's ears bent and tail tucked. "You shrunk me..."
"God, I thought I vaporized you...sent you to another dimension or something. I just...I was so..." Puzz closed his eyes. His tongue flicked out and ran over Dimi's face and chest. Dimi squirmed and stumbled back, tripping off the nail and landing on the soft flesh pillar of Puzz's left thigh. He barely had a moment before Puzz picked him back up. "Dimi...you're so cute!"
Dimi groaned. "Where did you throw the ray gun?"
Puzz smiled, and still holding the shrunken wolf, retrieved it. "Well, it was set to shrink. I guess if I set it to regular, you would grow back. Or explode. It's up in the air, I suppose."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to try?"
"Well, of course I do. God, I'm so tiny. You could just...Jezz I'm tiny."
"Of course, of course. Eventually, eventually. But it's just...you know what we've talked about? You remember? Those dreams?"
"...Those fantasies?" Dimi's ears turned red with blush.
"Just...maybe...I was thinking..."
Dimi's eyes glinted. "I think I could be persuaded."
If a dragon was capable of blushing, Puzz most certainly was. "So...where do we start?"
Dimi gave the nail pinched at his nape another lick. "The bedroom, I would think."
Puzz placed his tiny partner in his palm, then closed his other hand over to keep Dimi safe as he started walking. He reached the bed, then lay down and dropped the snowy canine on his belly. "Well?"
It was like standing on a marshmallow. The soft scaly skin shifted carefully under his rear paws. He looked forward, over the savannah of dragon chest to the head, Puzz's perfect face and cute smile. The "ground" started to vibrate, and Dimi's ears twitched to the low rumbling under his feet. Puzz was purring. Dimi lowered to his hands and knees, then onto his belly flat. He turned his head and pressed his ear to the warm skin. The soft noise moved through him, rattling to his bones.
A long finger came to his back and stroked him, the force and friction moving him over the belly scales with ease. Then mingled with the purr, a bit of laughter. The fur must have tickled.
Dimi looked around. The finger's stroking had brought him past Puzz's belly and to his hips. "Remember the dreams?" Puzz asked, leaving Dimi just at his groin. Here, at the sweet curve of his mate's sheath, and just inside the house; the warm rod of flesh, Dimi was nearly overwhelmed. The dreams...they had always just been dreams. This could all just be a dream, a wonderful dream, but a dream. He stared at the perfect arc of plate scales, and the scent. It was too wonderful to be real. He dipped his head in and sniffed carefully, taking in the fullness of male. His tail moved in wide arcs. He sniffed again, nearly powerless. It was so much stronger now. The deeper, icy texture, brushing through his nostrils and tickling his sense. Then he started to lick.
Puzz inhaled sharply. His finger pressed his partner harder against the beginning of his sheathe. Dimi only licked harder, and gradually the scale plates parted and the soft blue rod came out. The tip pushed against the wolf's furry belly. "P-puzz."
Puzz scooped him up, the penis, only half aroused, continued pushing out into the open air. "Yes?"
"I-I'm really, really small."
Puzz frowned. "You...want to stop?"
"No, but...I've gotta change tactics."
Puzz smiled and leaned back, dropping Dimi on the head of his emerging rod. It was just huge. Dimi put tiny arms around the cool, no, cold flesh and hugged, using palms and fingers to massage. Puzz was always cold. It came with being an ice dragon, but some part of him wanted to warm his mate up. His "ground" rumbled, the skin continued stretching and growing (how large would it possibly get?). All the while, Dimi stroked and rubbed and licked and kissed, straddling the shaft like he was riding a horse. He hugged him, trying so hard to help his wonderful dragon along.
A shadow loomed over him. He looked up to see a wall of blue, Puzz's hand, coming down. Dimi hugged the penis, a bit frightened, but Puzz simply took his penis around the base and started to rub himself gently. Dimi scooted back, placing his rear paw on Puzz's hand. He allowed Puzz's stroking to move him up and down, warm belly fur brushing the long shaft. Once, when he was at the tip, he threw his hands around the head and let Puzz's hand guide back to the base. Dimi scooted a bit higher, so his muzzle brushed the gaping slight. He licked around the flesh opening, before dipping his whole snout inside.
Oh, the scent. The blessing of a nose, and one as acute as any canine's. The hot, heady smell of arousal, washing over him so fully. He pulled back to breathe, then returned, stretching his tongue in deep. The blessing of a tongue! The taste. He stretched his tongue as deep as he could, to taste every inch of the tender inside skin.
"Oh...GOD," Puzz nearly screamed, claws digging into the mattress, legs tensing, tail going mad and stiff. He felt like he was going to burst. His pumping grew more intense, even as his strength just seemed to leave him. The wonderful feel of the warm fur against his most tender skin. Oh, Dimi had cuddled and nuzzled and licked there before, but this was just...something else entirely.
Dimi could hear the tide surging up the giant penis, feel the skin pulse on his arms and chest and legs. He pulled his head away, just sparring himself from a flood of white drowning him. A shiver ran down his spine. The heavy white cream splashed his chin and jaw, going deep into his fur. As the second spurt surged up the flesh tube, Dimi dropped his mouth and closed his lips on the slit, and the salty pleasure filled him. Another shiver ran through his body, the coldness of the seed like ice. He swallowed what he could, but pulled away, coughing. The third gush splashed his cheek. He lost his balance and fell back, landing on Puzz's pubic bone. A giant hand came down and pumped the giant erection, globing out the fourth and final gush of seed. It shot into the air, only to come splashing down and smothering the wolf.
It was like being hit by icy motor oil shot out of a canon. It splashed down hard on his chest, winding him. White cream filled his nose and mouth. He flailed, swimming through the seed, gasping for air. But he couldn't swim. It was like quicksand. He gagged painfully, but couldn't escape and feared he would drown. Then there was a pressure on his tail. He was pulled out of the soup, but away from the smothering fluids. And away from the erection which, now spent, had begun to retreat.
"No," he whined, with his first breath. He reached for the cool flesh rod. But Puzz was insistent, and instead brought him up to his long muzzle. He puckered his lips and gave Dimi a little kiss. The cool breath of the dragon washed over him, as did the tongue, that slowly came out to clean the sticky fur free of seed. Dimi realized his own erection was throbbing. The scent and urge to pleasure his dragon had distracted him, but now it felt like his innards were tied up in knots. And Puzz's tongue brushed his organ, flopping it up and down. He pushed his face forward and licked the tongue lovingly, tasting Puzz's pleasure, whimpering.
"What's wrong?" Puzz asked, bringing him a bit higher to he could look at him. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, just...please. Put me down."
Puzz's eyes glinted. "Of course." Again, he set him down on his hips, just a bit before the erection. The penis was slowly sliding in between the plate scales of his groin, disappearing into that wonderful cavern. Dimi chased after it. He practically smashed into the very head, hugging it and licking it, coaxing it to stay out of that cavern. He feared if it retreated, he would never see it again. Puzz sat up, putting his weight behind him on his arms, and his penis slowly switched directions and eased out, pushing the scaly housing aside. Dimi moved with it, walking backwards; rough, miniscule tongue running over the head. The weight of the penis lurched forward, actually pushing Dimi back. He smiled, looking up to Puzz's face. Puzz smiled, and moved his hand down to his shaft, starting to stroke again. "Go ahead," he said kindly.
Dimi swallowed. His pink penis bobbed out of the white fur. He moved forward, hugging the head tenderly and licking it to be sure it was at full erection. Taking a deep breath, he guided his own penis carefully into the slit. Dimi was hot, and the coolness of Puzz's insides soothed him so deliciously. Puzz shivered, perhaps the heat was tickling his coolness in return. Dimi breathed and started to hump, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. His tiny erection wiggled in the gaping slight.
The light above him suddenly eclipsed. He looked up through blurry eyes, and saw Puzz hunched over him. His hand fumbled for the tiny wolf, missing twice before two fingers touched his back and rump. Puzz smiled sweetly, looking at him, chest heaving. Dimi bent his head and ran his tongue over the cool flesh, only to feel a third finger at his skull, pushing him. "Bite it," Puzz groaned. "Please, bite it."
Dimi closed his eyes and nibbled gently on the sensitive skin. He pushed harder and harder, bouncing from foot to foot. He was so hot. He wanted to be bathed in the sweet, cool cream of his mate. He used his paws now, massaging the head with all his might, kneading it like soft dough. His hips slipped in to the hungry slit, aiding his penis in tingling Puzz, who stroked harder and harder, growling and snapping. A fleck of wet drool dripped out of his jaws and splashed onto the wolf's skull. He leaned forward, hugging the rod of flesh and thrusting as deep as he possibly could go.
He didn't hear the surge of the geyser this time. He was too focused on relieving his own pleasure. He pushed forward, howling loudly. The feeling...never in his life had he felt such a fullness build up inside him and then release. An orgasm that seemed to last an eternity. Then a tidal wave of frosty cum gushed over him and knocked him several feet back. There was a bit of heaviness in his chest, but not as bad as last time. He seemed to have been blown clear of the orgasm, only hit with a bit of it.
Where he got the strength to sit up was beyond him. Puzz was back to laying down, humping the air furiously, stroking himself, gallon after gallon of icy cream spurting out. One final glob, and it was over. The penis began receding, slowly, but leaving the soft air and leaving Dimi. The weight of the seed stuck in his fur and threatened to weigh him down. With all his strength, he ran to the penis and leapt, reaching mid shaft. With the slickness of the cream on his chest, he lowered himself, sliding until his rear paws touched the flesh lips of the dragon's sheathe. "D-Dimi?" Puzz asked, a sense of confusion suddenly over taking him.
But Dimi was far past feeling of doubt. His ankles slipped into the flesh. The rod lurched and shrunk down more, he just held it closer, pressing into the soft flesh as the embrace moved up over his rump and to his hips, then on his back. He looked up, just seeing Puzz' finger push him in the face and bury him deep into the wet cavern of the sheathe.
He should have been cold. Puzz was always cold, but Dimi felt like he was on fire. He was so warm, and hugged the shaft as the lights blinked out, and he was left in a dark, wet, musky cave. Puzz held his hand over his groin, shivering at the warm, tiny bulk. "Oo...oh...oh Dimi."
Dimi had no energy to stimulate his giant partner, no thought to get out, though it was quite musky and a smidge hard to breathe. He gave the shaft of flesh one kind lick and nuzzle before lying back in his mates embrace. Puzz lay back as well, hand still on his groin, afraid that Dimi would want to squirm out of him. He just couldn't bear the thought of losing this intimacy. But Dimi just hugged, and nuzzled, and licked the sweet flesh. He yawned a bit, wondering if he could sleep in here. In here! Puzz, hand on his groin, lay back and rested his head on the pillow. They stayed like that all night, until morning came and their next game began.