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Uninvited Guest of Autumn

"The leaves here, is it just me or are they actually shifting colors?" Blue Bell asked as she, Furia, and the feral dragon made it up the last flight of rock stairs before the temple. While their entire trip up the foothills of the mountain up to that point had been lined with trees adorned with leaves a gradual shift from green, to yellow, to orange, and eventually to red, the last plateau before the temple seemed to be populated by trees covered in leaves that refused to stay one color. Though the hue shifting seemed subtle, Blue Bell noticed that the composition kept shifting as she moved.

Furia trotted over to one of the trees that lined the cobblestone pathway, extending his neck up high to check the lowest leaves that were still attached to the branches. He swayed from side to side and squinted, focusing very close on the vegetation before perking his long ears up. "I think you are correct! Seems they stay within the spectrum of red for the most part, but if you get in really close and look at them from an angle, there seems to be a violet tinge highlighting every ridge and vein.

Blue bell stepped up behind him, rearing up to try and get the same height so she could see closer. Her failed attempt to reach the lowest leaves made Furia show pity on her, so he grabbed a leaf in his lips and pulled it down so she could reach it. As she leaned in close to get a glimpse of the violet that Furia described, she was disappointed to see that all that color was dissipating mere seconds after being plucked from the tree. "Awr, the color is gone." She whined, stomping in the dirt.

"Really?" He angled his head so that the leaf was close to his eye and could tell instantly that she was right and that the shifting colors had dulled to a brownish red within seconds. "Well that's unfortunate. I guess you're just going to have to trust me on this, aren't you?"

"You're lucky I love you." Blue Bell snorted. So what's next?"

Before Furia could answer, the dragon stepped up and poked his head between the two of them, a pleasured growl emanating from deep within his chest. His tail swept wide behind him, smacking at the outside flanks of both Furia and Blue Bell.

Furia chuckled to himself and trotted back to the pathway, hoping that the other two would catch up. "It looks like we're on our way to the temple! Tally Ho!" He lifted one of his front hooves to point before jauntily continuing to their destination through the color-shifting trees. Beside him, Blue Bell quickly caught up, and behind him followed the dragon.

The winding path snaked its way through tall, steep hills and rocky cliffs to bring them to the temple that they came seeking. Before them, ornate bricked towers and pagodas lined the sides of the valley that led into the cave, with dozens of smaller buildings for prayer and to house the many chalices and altars. Lining the path that took them to the cave, a series of short stone walls were erected with dozens of side-paths branching out to the various temple's buildings.

Hidden among the gold and red bricked temple, a series of violet cherry blossoms were shedding their petals, making for an even more beautiful scene before them. There were others idly walking around, both bipeds and quadrupeds, but there couldn't have been more than a dozen others roaming around in total. This truly was a place for the tranquil.

Furia and Blue Bell paused, gawking at the beauty beset upon them as a light wind blew the violet cherry blossoms around them and between their hooves. They slowly turned to stare at one another as a smile slowly spread across their faces, as though the tranquility of the locale was already seeping through their fur and into their flanks.

After spending a few moments lost in their mate's eyes, they bounded off into the temple, side by side as the dragon followed behind. One by one, they went to each of the shrines to admire the craftsmanship and offer their own blessings to the skies above, with that feral dragon following them every step of the way. This upset some of the other equine and avian visitors, but they quickly found him to be endearing and pleasant, like a loyal mount following his rider around town without prompt.

Their trip was meant as a weekend luxury vacation, so they ended up staying at the temple for three days and two nights after arriving. No matter what they did or how sneaky they tried to be, they couldn't get that dragon to leave their side. Every altar they visited, the dragon was there with them. Every hot spring they submerged themselves within, the dragon remained watching over them. When they went to the falls to clean off and have some time to themselves, that dragon followed them.

During the entire weekend vacation Furia had to jokingly pretend that he hated the dragon's presence, quietly whispering plans to Blue Bell to ditch him and disappear into the labyrinthine cliffs. While he played along with her, feigning exasperation, the truth was that he remained quite delighted that their reptilian friend stayed near them. After that sudden mounting he'd been subjected to he found himself curious about trying more anal play, be it with Blue Bell or the dragon itself. He couldn't dare outright ask for her to fool around under his tail, so he actually started conceptualizing ways to get some alone time with the dragon while Blue Bell was admiring the view or helping out in the kitchens.

Of course, those thoughts were quickly quashed when he saw the outline of her shapely form illuminated by the setting sun overlooking the basin below. He couldn't imagine not being with her in this time of peace, so he gave up on his attempts to be with the dragon alone, at least for the vacation.

The final day of the weekend had Furia convincing Blue Bell to be naughty, by going past the bounds of the temple and into the cave. The same cave that became the tunnel to the southern lands beyond the mountains. The place where their dragon companion must have came from.

There, they tiptoed as best they could - which proved to be difficult when walking on rock with hooves and while Blue Bell was plagued by the namesake that hung from her collar - to find a secluded nook or cranny where they could relieve some tension. One of the first things they did after entering the cave was to have her take the bell off, hiding it behind a rock so she could find it later.

After disappearing past the entrance, where natural sunlight shone in, Blue Bell looked back to notice that the dragon had stopped following them. In spite of how dedicated he seemed to be to the two of them, he had a barrier he wouldn't cross, and that barrier was the mouth of the cave.

Both equines laughed at this, having wondered why they didn't think of that before! Rather than squander their new-found solitude, Blue Bell cornered Furia between two large boulders and snuck under his front legs to nuzzle at his sheath, coaxing what hid within it to come out and greet her.

She suckled and lipped at him, lapping gently at the folds as his member slowly unfolded right into her open maw. The pony mare was hungry for horse cock, and had been blocked from her desires for much of their weekend, so of course she was going to swallow as much as he could offer on this sacred ground before they took their leave. They'd finally ditched the dragon, it only made sense!

Problem was, they weren't that far from the entrance and even the smallest, most subtle of sounds could be heard echoing around the cavernous rock walls around them. The gentle sounds of her lips suckling on him were amplified by the cave itself, while his gasps and nickers seemed louder as well. In truth, she didn't care by this point, and neither did he. They were protectors of the realm, and in the heat of the moment they didn't think that not offending some avian monks was a high priority.

It wasn't until Furia tried to do some dirty talking that they came to realize that they weren't being as subtle as they had originally expected. While Blue Bell kept gulping at his member, sucking it down as deep as it would go - so deep in fact that she could feel the bulge of his inflating flare in her throat - He found himself scraping at the rock of the cave's floor and mumbling random nonsense.

"Hmmm, yeah, how's my dick taste, baby? Suck my dick, take it all!" He snorted and huffed at her, resisting all urges to buck his hips and force his length all the way down to her belly while she happily focused on pleasing him. She licked and lipped and rocked back and forth to emulate thrusts, at least until they heard the sound of claws scraping nearby.

Blue Bell barely had the time to pull away from him and spit out his cock before the dragon poked its head around one of the rocks with his ears up high, eyes wide like he'd been summoned against his will.

Furia, somewhat frustrated but mostly amused, made a joke about the situation. "What? I mention my dick and you come running?" It was not meant to be taken seriously, yet when he said 'dick' again, the dragon's ears perked up and he was at full attention. Curious, Furia repeated the word a few more times, to see if the dragon responded again. "Dick. Dick. Dick?"

Every time, the beast cocked his head to the side and took another step forward.

Blue Bell picked up on what Furia was doing, so she did the same by stepping away to the other side of their personal cavern to say it again. "Dick." The dragon immediately turned to her and hopped up next to her, standing tall above her. "He seems to respond to discussions of genitals. Okay, now mention mine, see if he responds to that."

"Pussy." Furia said, voice low to not attract too much attention. "Cunt. Twat. Vagina. No? That doesn't work? Alright, how about cock, or asshole, or tits?" Still nothing. "Dick." Immediately, the dragon jauntily hopped over to Furia, proving that it was that word in particular. "So is his name dick? Do we call him dick?"

His pony mare mate chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she flicked her tail and rolled her eyes. "Sure but we can't spell it like that. But I guess if he comes to the name, I guess that's what we cal him." She stepped up close to Furia and the dragon, looking up at both of them before leaning in to nuzzle with her mate, expressing some concern. "If he has a name, and we call him by it, who's to say he wasn't property of someone south of the mountains? What if this means something else entirely?"

Furia shared her concern, but was too amused by the fact that he got to outwardly call a feral dragon by the name of 'dick' to worry too much about it. Besides, they were in a time of peace and Dick the Dragon came to them, they didn't steal him. With that in mind, he nickered gently and rubbed Blue Bell's snout with his, smiling as he did so. "Whatever the case, I'm going to be more than happy to milk as much enjoyment out of the next few weeks as I can."

Content with their declaration but still frustrated at not getting that release they both wanted, Furia and Blue Bell left that cavern, getting Blue's bell on the way out, and spent the next day descending the winding paths of the mountains. Like before, the colors of the leaves shifted the closer to the foothills they got until they were once again in a land of green leaves with a hint of blue and highlights of every color of the rainbow on the flowers and ferns.

Every step of the way, Furia mentally kicked himself for not using that opportunity to subtly imply that he would be happy to let the dragon have another go at him. He'd been uncomfortable the first time, but it was oddly compelling the entire time and he wanted to see if there was anything more there than pure curiosity. His rump tingled in anticipation for what might come, even if he wasn't ready.

Little did he know, his pony mare mate Blue Bell was able to figure it out with ease. She knew, and was stringing him along until she got a chance to explore that once-pure stallion real estate.

That night, they arrived at the east branch of the Triquatic Lakes with their dragon in tow. This was sure to cause problems, as the nation remained at war with the land of dragons despite being in a cease-fire. Both Furia and Blue Bell had a lot of explaining to do before they would be permitted to return to their home in the western plains.

"Hold up, what exactly do you think you are doing?" One of the royal guards demanded of the two quadruped equines. The guard herself was a massive mare with a short mane and hair the color of chocolate, and she was stationed at the end of the bridge nearest the capitol to defend the castle, where a whole encampment had been sent up as a first defense against foreign invaders. She lowered her spear towards Furia's face, then pointed to Dik - the new name of the dragon that Blue Bell and Furia had assigned him. "That beast cannot pass this bridge under my watch."

Furia stood tall and assumed his militant stance, letting this guard know that he meant business. "I am Furia, captain of the royal guard stationed at the Triquatic Lakes, service code: charlie lima indigo victory tango victory kilo sierra yellow sierra oxbow lima. If you'd like to discuss it with your commander, I'd be happy to wait here."

The guard glanced over to Blue Bell, then back to Dik, then over to Furia again before shaking her head and standing her ground with spear at her side. "I know who you are, captain, but I still can't let an unauthorized class-FQ saurossin over this bridge, not without papers. I truly do hope you understand." She seemed nervous like she was relatively new or definitely didn't wish to cause trouble.

"Okay, I do understand, that's why I'd like for you to go get your commanding officer at this camp and have them speak to me." Furia said with a more commanding tone.

"Come on, hoss, you know I can't-" She stopped herself after what appeared to be a weakening of her knees to stand back up straight. "The general himself is staying at the camp, and he's very grumpy after his last excursion south of the peaks. If I wake him up, I'm going to be relegated to night duty for the entire duration of this cease-fire."

Furia took a moment, sighing heavily while Blue Bell stepped back to calm the nerves of Dik. He let his horn glow a bit for effect before issuing a warning. "Well, either you let me go through with my mate and this pet dragon I've acquired, or you go and get the general. It's up to you. Either way, both he and I are your superiors, so you'd better have the intestinal fortitude to stand up to one of us if you're going to be disobedient."

Her eyes narrowed as she stood tall over Furia, squinting in disapproval. "Okay, if that's how you're going to play it, then I invoke the cease-fire laws of the capital state. When off duty - which you are for the duration of the cease-fire - military rank means nothing, especially not when dealing with an on-duty royal guard such as myself. If we were in conflict, I would do as you commanded, but until you're called back into action I outrank you, and I'm telling you that you're not crossing this bridge with that dragon, at least not without dignitary papers, understand?"

The two of them glared at each other, as if a fight was about to break out. Dik looked like he was going to be bounding in to put his body between the guard's spear and Furia if he needed to, but Blue Bell managed to keep him a few steps back, which potentially saved him.

Then, from seemingly nowhere, a gruff and deep voice rumbled from the best kept tent in the camp. "Dammit Altima, let the captain and his scaled beast go through!" It was general Heiken, upset at having been woken by the disturbance. He burst from the tent flaps and snorted deeply as his thick, scarred haunches lumbered over to them. "I don't know what Captain Furia is doing with this dragon beast here, and I certainly hope he is using his head when deciding to pass through our camp here with the enemy, but if he says he's permitted to go through, then you damn well let him through. I don't want to hear no nonsense about statutes and regulations!"

"Thank you, general." Furia said, saluting by lowering his horn.

General Heiken leaned in close. "You do have plans for that beast, right? If so, what are they?"

Furia nodded. "Indeed I do. He appears to be feral, and has been following me around like a loyal hound for days now. My intention is to take him back to my home and see if he can be trained as a loyal mount. If he passes the test, well, we have another large and powerful weapon in our arsenal."

"I see. Large certainly is the word I'd use to describe him." Heiken looked up at Dik, who was taller at the shoulder than the General was at the tip of his ears, and derisively snorted. "Doesn't look like much of a fighter, though. Anyway, Altima, good work for sticking to your guns, but it's time for you to be at ease. Wenni, get your arse over here and guard the bridge, you're on next watch!" He turned back for one last look at Furia while glancing over to Blue Bell and Dik. "Now get out of here before I change my mind. I'll have a messenger stop by your den tomorrow, if you don't mind?"

"Yes, sir." Furia responded with a salute. "Sleep well, sir."

The general ducked out and went back to his tent as Furia, Blue Bell, and Dik all trotted through the camp, while some curious onlookers started giggling. They could hear the soldiers all making jokes about Dik's name, but they paid it no mind as they were still enjoying the residual tranquility of their time at the temple. Instead of making a big deal out of it, they simply passed along down the shore heading towards their home.

After a long, tiring trek to the escarpment that they called their home, both Furia and Blue Bell were ready to collapse. The trek itself hadn't been that taxing, as both equines could walk for days without breaks, but Dik had proven to be a hoof-full for the both of them, constantly plucking them away from the trail and forcing them to chase him down, mostly to keep him from chasing small animals through the woods.

Eventually, they did make it to their den - a cave carved in the foothills of the escarpment that overlooked the series of rivers and waterfalls that linked the Triquatic Lakes. Everywhere to the south west of the capitol was a patchwork of forests, jungles, rivers, lakes, waterfalls, plains, meadows, and cliffs; very few people lived there, but the lakes were lined with dozens of villages and fledgling cities that had been fortified in case of a dragon attack from the south.

The escarpment that housed the cave they lived in faced south, with a yard as far as the eye could see in every direction and immediate access to all the biomes of the region. On their front door and wrapped around the cliffs they were blessed with thick forest and jungle that hid their home form all but the most intrepid of explorers, while a carved out set of stairs led to the great meadowland plans atop the escarpment. There were lakes and a river that created a waterfall nearby to the north, and all of it was theirs.

As a captain in the Royal Guard Army, Furia and Blue Bell were both entitled to a plot of land of their choosing, and they chose a desolate plot of land dozens of kilometers away from any other civilization. The closest settlement was the military base at the crux of the three Triquatic lakes, the same military base that served as the deployment location for Furia himself.

"Alright, so, I think it's time to sleep, wouldn't you say, dear?" Suggested Blue Bell as she stretched out her hind legs one at a time. "Are we going to let Dik inside, or should he stay out here?"

Furia barely had to think about his answer. "Leave him outside for tonight. He's cute, but he's caused entirely too much fuss today and I can't be bothered to risk having him come in and ruin our stuff. Let's just call it a night." He opened up the door and let Blue Bell slip in before him, but he stopped Dik from coming in after her. "You stay out here for the night, Dik. We'll see you in the morning, okay?"

The dragon lowered his head and whimpered a bit, but then flopped down onto his belly and laid his head on his front claws next to their door, as if he were guarding it. As he looked up, he panted heavily with his tongue lolling out, smile on his face and ear up as he waited for acknowledgment.

"Good boy. Now, stay. Stay here, and if you're still here in the morning, we'll head back out to see more about you, okay?" He lowered his horn, bowing gently to Dik as though in a subtle act of submission. Regardless of all the things that had happened, his plans to find an excuse to be alone with the beast for a few hours remained in his mind, percolating through his many thoughts and never leaving his consciousness.

Dik barked, then whimpered as he laid his head back down on his folded over front talons, tail partially coiled around him as he got comfortable next to the door of the cave.

"Very good boy." Furia repeated before gently shutting and locking the door. Now that he was finally alone with his mate, he could pounce her in their den, have a go at her with all that pent up desire that had been built up in the cave at the temple but never got to be released. He could fill her with so much of his seed that-

She was already asleep. She'd already trudged into their bed, took off her bell, tossed her saddle bags to the side, and flopped face down onto their bed, rump up and tail off to the side. Though that pose was nothing short of tantalizing, Furia felt like she wouldn't appreciate him taking advantage of her like that, even if they both knew what leaving oneself exposed like that could lead to.

Instead, he gave her rump a gentle kiss to ease her over onto her side, and he flopped down next to her. The last thought that went through his mind was a simple question: 'Would it be so bad if he checked to see if Dik was receptive to being on the receiving end of anal?'

The next morning started out easily enough, with Furia blinking the sleep away to see that he was alone in his bed. Beyond his bedroom door, he could hear a commotion of furniture being moved and knocked over followed by a series of exasperated whimpers and nickers.

He got to all fours and peeked out through the crack in the door to see that Blue Bell was chasing Dik around, trying her best to keep her calm as the dragon's tail slammed into cabinets and knocked over their possessions. He chuckled a bit, not wanting to get involved.

"This is your fault, Furia!" She called out to him, having seen his head poking out. "You'd better get out here and help me out!"

Furia gently closed the door, hiding himself from her for a moment before conceding defeat by trotting out to join her. "Sorry, dear. I slept in. What can I do to help?"

She was darting around the various rooms, trying her best to corner Dik somewhere so she could get him to calm down. He looked nervous and ashamed, showing that he felt bad about what he had done even if it was clearly a mistake. "Just help me corral this beast somewhere and take him outside, please. I can't have him in the den, he's going to ruin all our stuff!"

Furia stepped up to her and smiled over at Dik. He bowed gently to the dragon and pointed his horn towards the front door. Dik did not move, but that was to be expected. "So what exactly happened here? When I finally made it to bed last night, he was outside by the door. Did you let him in? Did he somehow figure out how to work doors?"

Blue Bell huffed at him, nostrils flaring as she lowered her stance in what would have been seen as anger if she were facing anyone else. "No, Furia, I woke up early and let him in to see how he would react to being inside. He didn't seem to like the cave by the temple and I wanted to test him before you got up to join us." Her tail was flicking wildly behind her. "I tried to show him around, he knocked over a vase, and that spooked him. When I got close, he started running and his tail keeps hitting things. I just, I wasn't preparing to have such a large anything in our home and now it's out of control!"

"And you didn't think to wait until I was awake? He's gotta be a half dozen times your mass, at least. What if he got angry?" He stepped around the table to get in close to Dik, who was shivering in fear in the corner, to give him a gentle nuzzle that helped to calm him a bit. "Luckily he seems to be calm now. It would be better if you were at ease, not in a combat stance; that is probably contributing to his fear. Tell you what, I'll take this guy outside for the morning, and you can clean up."

Though finding time alone with Dik to explore his own desires was not Furia's thoughts when he suggested taking the dragon away from their homestead, it immediately burst to the surface of the mind the very second he had spoken the words. His day had just begun and he'd not even had breakfast, yet here he was already wondering about the delicious taste of dragon meat despite him mostly preferring to eat vegetarian.

"Sure, fine, whatever. I don't want him acting all scared anymore, and I certainly don't want him to keep wrecking our stuff. You get him out of here, and when you come back he better stay outside." She demanded, then offered herself a deep, meditative breath as she slipped past Dik to the kitchen, leaving the two males alone in the main living room.

"You hear that, Dik? We get to go for a walk!" Furia had no idea why he was talking to the dragon like he was a dog, but it seemed appropriate at the time. Dik simply cocked his head to the side, unsure of what that meant, so Furia guided him to the front door. "Alright then, no reason to make it weird, so come on and let's go."

The stallion guided his pet dragon outside and around the cliffs of the escarpment, leading him to the subtle yet effective stone steps that took the both of them to the plateau above their home. There, they were both greeted by a vast expanse, dozens of acres of open meadowland flanked by the cliffs of the escarpment overlooking the rivers and falls of the Triquatic Lake region. Here, Furia could better test out the loyalty and behaviour of his new pet, and maybe even lift his tail to the dragon if he responded well to such an open invitation.

There, with the entire world ahead of them, Furia raised his horn to the sky and smiled as the morning sun shone upon them. "Go ahead, Dik! The world is yours and mine and ours." He pushed off the ground into a gallop, kicking up dirt and grass and flowers of the meadow behind him.

Dik followed, giving chase to the stallion with all his speed and might only to find out very quickly that Furia outclassed him by a wide margin in those categories. That didn't stop him from trying his best, as he bounded through the tall grass and low ferns to chase after Furia every gallop.

That moment was the very instant in time where Furia felt like he was truly on vacation. Sure, the trip up the mountain with his mate Blue Bell was wonderful and relaxing, but nothing in life compared to gallop on an open field while playing with a pet - even if that pet was easily twice his size or more. He was free, he was devoid of stress, and nothing in the world mattered to him that morning aside from keeping his belly full and keeping Dik content.

The entirety of the morning disappeared as the two of them got to know one another better the best way either one seemed to know how. They played, chased each other, stopped to eat every now and then, trotted across the open plains, and stopped at the edge of the stream to have a drink together. Furia lightly pecked at the dragon's flank to see how he responded, and Dik reared up before moshing into Furia's side, playing rough with the stallion only to have Furia prove to be a bit more sturdy and stable than Dik had expected.

After spending almost an hour just running and chasing, Dik seemed to be showing signs of hunger, so they both made their way to the adjoining woods, where the dragon could hunt. Furia's body was herbivorous, so he was content munching on grass and flowers and the leaves of ferns, but Dik's body was carnivorous, which meant for him it was meat or nothing.

Luckily for Dik, Furia had impressive hunting and tracking skills due to his years in the military despite not needing them for himself. In a military comprised of avians, equines, and felines alike, it was all part of the training. Their hunting party lasted less than an hour before Furia startled a deer directly into Dik's hungry maw. Despite a life of war and combat, he didn't wish to watch as the dragon finished off the unfortunate cervine.

While their hunt together seemed fortunate on the surface, it was their time together that truly meant something to Furia. Every step of the way and every new thing they did together gave him something to note, some key personality trait that Dik exhibited that needed to be mentally categorized. Most importantly, it showed that Dik could take commands, learned quickly, and was able to be quiet when the situation called for it. Such values were very important to Furia, as this meant that his dragon companion could truly be used in a battle.

If he was able to train Dik to be an asset in a fight, he could be more loyal and helpful than any feral horse could ever hope to be. This experience convinced Furia to take the next step with this dragon companion of his, to test him in the arts of companion service animal defenses.

Once Dik finished his meal, leaving only bones and some refuse, Furia guided him northeast bound towards the castle. Blue Bell didn't know that they were going to be gone for so long, but Furia was notorious for taking whole days on the open range without returning to their homestead, so he knew that his loving mate would understand if he took a day to acquaint himself with their new pet. If nothing else, she'd likely enjoy the time alone! They both worked and lived together, a vacation could surely include time apart; regardless of the love they shared, they understood that about one another.

Furia's intent was to take Dik to the nearest army encampment - about fifteen kilometers from the edge of the forest that lined the great plains on the escarpment. However, he was taken by surprise when, half way there, he heard the sounds of swords clanging and people shouting in a nearby clearing.

Much to Furia's delight, the ones in the clearing were all equine and avian soldiers from the nearby camp, all training and running wilderness survival regimens. They were quite shocked to see a dragon in the forest and nearly shot at it with their bows and spears, but when they saw that Dik put himself between their attacks and Furia's body, they realized what Furia had already figured out: that Dik would happily lay his life down for his new found master.

Furia had to explain to them what had happened in the mountains, and about his experience thus far with Dik. They, like Heiken and the members at the camp over the bridge, laughed at the dragon's name but realized it was no joke when he bit down on one of their arms so hard that his teeth punctured their armor. They deserved it, as they were making threatening motions towards Furia, but that didn't stop them from growing quite cautious around the massive dragon.

Much of the mid-afternoon was spent running different training programs for Dik in an attempt to gradually train him on the difference between an ally and an enemy while testing him to see how far he would go to defend his rider - or in this case, his master. The training went quite well, with a pudgy young stallion getting the misfortune of putting on a heavy set of armor and playing as the enemy in that battery of tests. As such, he became the victim to every one of Dik's attacks and defenses.

Like the feral canine unit, Dik was trained in offense, defense, communication, and compassion over the course of the mid-afternoon, learning enough in that brief time to rival that of an average canine's progress in a week. He still had a lot to learn, but by the time Furia and Dik parted ways with the regiment, Furia was plenty pleased with himself and had a boosted sense of protection near Dik. He didn't need protection, as he was a well trained warrior on his own, but adding that additional layer of protection amplified his confidence and gave him that warm fuzzy feeling inside that comes from sharing a warm bed with a loving partner.

In fact, that very sense of self-satisfaction was what made him pause to reconsider his devious plot to lift his tail to this beastly partner of his.

Half way back to the plains, Furia stopped to relieve himself, glancing back over his shoulder to see if Dik was paying attention. His hope was that Dik would see his exposed member and maybe come over to get a sniff, or perhaps smell the arousal in his release and have it trigger his own carnal lust. Of course, all of this was done and hoped for with a tentative hesitation, as Furia was curious but wasn't certain if he was prepared for such a beast to mount him.

Regardless of Furia's intense desire to have Dik rear up and penetrate him, anally, he couldn't bring himself to actively make any sort of move. He was not the kind to let others dominate him in any way, even if it was his desires that guided the action, so it felt awkward to wish for something of that nature. Up on the mountain, Dik had mounted him, plunging that huge, horse-like cock deep into the stallion's rump to fill him up with his own draconic seed, but the entire time Furia worried that he was only doing so because of the thick scent of estrus mare in the area.

If that was the case, and the only reason Dik showed interest before was because of the access he was granted to an incredibly hot pony mare, then that would make his attempts to coax the dragon into mounting him quite difficult.

In a way, he liked how it meant that the decision got to be taken out of his hooves and into the hands of fate. It put him at ease to know that, in the end, the decision was not his. Of course, this release of the responsibility also came with an anxiety about trying so very hard to convince Dik to mount and the subsequent uncertainty of whether it would feel as good as last time. His mind rushed with a slew of questions about how to proceed, and what to say or do in the event he changed his mind.

What if it hurt? What if it turned out that he didn't actually like it? What if Dik bit down and drew blood from the base of his neck? What if he liked it at first but then it started to feel unpleasant? If he fostered and encouraged the act of mounting himself, but then didn't like it, how would he train Dik not to do that anymore?

So many questions, but it wasn't the same as taking action. Though Furia was usually the kind to plan ahead, enact contingencies, and have an exit strategy, Dik wasn't an enemy soldier and therefore could not be accurately predicted. The random nature of a feral's actions stole away any semblance of strategy, so Furia felt like he had no choice but to dive in both hooves forth and see what happened.

By the time he finished up with relieving himself, his member remained hanging out and glistening with the moisture from within his sheath, a billowing aroma of his musk filling the clearing in the forest. He clenched his loins to push out some more while also tightening his length and slapping the tip on his belly. He glanced to the side to see that Dik seemed interested, cocking his head while watching. "Come here, boy." Furia spoke softly, just in case someone was watching.

If his plans were witnessed, he didn't want anyone knowing that it was his idea and that he wanted his pet dragon to mount him as he had his mate.

A brief yet awkward moment passed with the two staring at one another, waiting for someone to make a move of some sort. Luckily for Furia, it was Dik who moved in to slip his head under the stallion's belly, sniffing lightly at his hanging member. The gentle touch of dragon snout made Furia's muscles tense up, his member swelling almost instantly with the veins throbbing and cock tip expanding. He could feel the familiar leaking sensation of his precum dribbling out the tip only to have Dik lick it up, his tongue sliding across the engorged partial flare to cradle at the urethral opening.

When Furia glanced over to take a look at Dik's flank, he saw the dragon's member was starting to drop in much the same way his had. The image of thick dragon cock dripping with anticipation made Furia's breaths erratic as his nerves started to tingle with anxiety. Though he couldn't be entirely certain yet, he was quite sure that Dik was going to go for him now; dragons didn't drop sheath unless they planned to use it, and Furia was being quite clear with his invitation.

But just to be even more clear, he lowered his head, spread his hind legs a bit, and tensed up the muscles in his lower back to peel his tail away from his puckered rump hole. Almost instantly, Dik raised his head away from the stallion's groin and nipped Furia on the rump, a clear indication of his intention to mount!

Furia struggled to keep himself from tapping all four hooves in anticipation and excitement, knowing what was coming next. Instead, he shivered and buzzed in place with his head down and tail peeled to the side. Though he knew that a mount was coming, he was still shocked to feel Dik's tongue up under his tail, lapping between his shapely rump cheeks and prodding at his pucker. The roughness of the dragon's tongue was just textured enough to tug and resist the soft velvet of his rump hole while also spreading saliva everywhere to keep him lubed up.

The attention made his cock throb to full firmness once again, with his muscles tensing and rump contracting in the process. By this point it was clear beyond question that he was going to be mounted by Dik, but the certainty of it made him wonder if he was ready, made him question his willingness to let Dik inside him.

What if that made Dik think that he was the dominant of the two? How would that effect their dynamic? Would a relationship where Dik was permitted to mount at will create a power struggle between the two, and furthermore would it result in the dragon being disobedient to him? Petulant?

He barely had enough time to reconsider his position when Dik hopped up onto his backside, resting much of his heavy dragon body upon Furia's hindquarters with his front claws wrapped around his waist. Furia flexed and tensed up, preparing for the bite on his neck that never came. Curious, he glanced back to see that Dik was simply nuzzling at his shoulder, hair and fur tickling the stallion while he got into position.

"You okay, boy?" He asked with a whimper. It wasn't that he was worried, but a hint of concern did bubble up knowing that, last time, Dik was eager to clamp down, which made the circumstances of this encounter somewhat different. Furia simply wished to understand the difference.

But like his contemplation about Dik's mental well-being, he was interrupted by Diks answers when he got his definitive answer via a hearty squirt of hot dragon precum splashing at his rump cheeks and pucker.

Dik bucked, arching his back while his member spewed and stabbed at Furia time and time again. His aim was off at first, hitting tailbase and taint, left and right cheek, then right on the hole but not with enough force to penetrate. Having found his mark, Dik shifted his weight and went again, this time thrusting up at his target, the tapered yet semi-flared tip of his member popping into Furia for a split second before pulling back out with an audible squelch and a soft release of air.

Furia was taken aback at the sharp pain that shot up through his hindquarters for that brief moment. His anal flesh quivered in pain, and he winced while lowering his head to the ground so far that his snout rubbed against the mossy root of a nearby tree. In that brief moment, his member shriveled a bit, half retracting back into his sheath. Still, Dik kept at him, only now his thrusts were a bit slower and more methodical; he wasn't bucking like a wild stallion.

This worked well for Furia, since he wasn't sure he was prepared for another penetration if it was to hurt him like the first one had. Unfortunately, he knew with absolute certainty that he could not abort now; if he withdrew his invitation for Dik to have a go at his rump, it could foster resentment and potentially create a rift between them. Or, more likely, Dik would just take him anyway. Ferals weren't exactly known for their self control, and even Furia found himself at a loss for control when he was with Blue Bell and they had to cut themselves short. Sometimes, when she said no, it was too late.

He imagined that Dik was trying his best to be gentle and calm, since he wasn't acting feral and aggressive as Furia had expected. However, that didn't stop the stallion from clenching his pucker up, not yet ready for another penetration. The residual burn and deep fleshed tension of his anal muscles being violated smoldered in his loins, keeping him from getting aroused again while Dik bucked again.

Then, in one sudden and intense motion, he felt the dragon's cock prod at his pucker followed by a full length thrust as he got filled with every inch of throbbing dragon meat. Dik paused a moment, cock tensing and pumping precum into the stallion's rump before slowly pulling out and leaving just the splayed out rim of the head just inside Furia's pucker like a plug.

As expected, the pain was still there - a pain that made Furia lower his head and gasp followed by a series of deep, heavy breaths - but it didn't last long. While the dragon paused with his member resting just barely inside him, the discomfort dissipated again as the warm glow of pleasure started to take over his hindquarters. His flesh quivered and twitched against the girth that parted his anal lips, then clenched down to squeeze at the partial flare inside him.

Dik rumbled a pleasured growl as he shifted his hind legs, every motion tugging and pushing his member in and out of Furia's rump. This lasted only a moment before he found his footing and thrust in as deep a she could go a second time, slamming his thighs to Furia's as his member throbbed and expanded inside.

The pain and discomfort was pretty much entirely gone now, massaged away by the supple caress of dragon cock skin on stallion rump. Perhaps it was the kneading he felt or the prodding at his inner walls and a particularly sensitive spot just inside his rump above his balls.

Dik started nice and slow at first, each thrust a gentle easing in and out with a full-lengthed pump, but after a few sensual thrusts he started to speed up. Furia's rump was getting more tender and loose, more accommodating with each motion, hungry for more as it was fed one thrust at a time. As with their first encounter, the pleasure only increased the more intense the dragon grew.

Furia was able to relax his loins, pausing to enjoy the sensation of friction that was slowly spreading within him. To his delight, he found that it felt almost as good as when he mounted Blue Bell in the rump. Though the sensation was quite different from the position on the bottom, as there was a deeper feeling mixed with a hint of discomfort that he had to get over, the pleasure was similar.

In an odd, sudden and revelatory burst of though, Furia felt like exchanging positions with his dragon companion like this would actually make anal sex with his mate more enjoyable, too! That thought, and the reminder of the love he shared and the mutual desire he had to enjoy his time with Blue Bell seemed to flip a switch within him that completely obliterated any discomfort and self-consciousness that had bubbled up in him. He wasn't doing this for selfish reasons, this was to experiment and better enjoy the passion he shared not only with his mate but with his pet dragon, Dik!

Of course, Dik was not an anthro and lacked the self-restraint that Furia enjoyed when bipedal, so he wasn't exactly one for patience and mutual pleasure. The dragon bucked with increased vigor time and time again, his flared out tip sliding along the most sensitive spots inside Furia's rump with reckless aplomb, the audible squelches of his thrusts emanating sloppily from under the stallion's tail thanks to the many ridges and bumps between them.

Furia could feel his anal ring being pushed in and pulled out every time, a sensation that could have been unpleasant and outright painful without the easing aid of the precum and lubricant that his rump seemed to be creating alongside it. To his utter and shocked delight, the feeling of his bowels being beaten and pummeled like that had ceased to cause him any discomfort and had quickly turned to pure, deep-tissue pleasure.

He even felt a trickle of precum dribbling out of his erect cock into the moss below, his member having been brought back to full mast thanks to the aggressive compassion he was getting from Dik.

"Hn, hngph, yes." He mumbled to himself as he caught himself rocking back into every one of Dik's thrusts to get the most depth out of it. The added effort he put in seemed to bring Dik to a proper orgasm, the flare exploding inside to add all sorts of pressure before spewing one massive load after another deep into his rump.

Dik growled and nuzzled up tight to Furia's shoulder, nibbling gently as his entire body twitched ad his spine shuddered, every motion channeling itself into his cock for added pleasure. He offered a few erratic and undisciplined thrusts as his member slid in and out of the mess he'd created, rubbing his seed into the rippled flesh of Furia's rump before pulling nearly all the way out.

Not wanting to let his pet or any of his mess seep out, Furia clenched his rump as tight as it could go, which in turn trapped the partially inflated flare within him for just a few seconds longer before letting it out with a guttural pop followed by a squishy release of their combined fluids. Furia could feel the hot cum dribbling down his taint and between his hind legs over his inner thighs, but all he cared about was the warm tingle and slick sensation that permeated his bowels. His cock had sprung a leak of thick stallion cum as he was miked by Dik's orgasm, and that made him ever so happy.

The dragon gave one last nuzzle and nibble before easing back, hopping off and leaving Furia's lightly gaped rump drooling bits of his cum. He went in to clean up his mess, but was blocked when Furia lowered his tail and covered himself up, which caused him to whimper and pant, eager to clean.

"No need, Dik." Furia cooed at him, smiling all the while. He didn't mean to make a big deal of it, but he really liked the idea of having the dragon's seed marking him inside and out. The light and sweet yet musky aroma that came from it mixed with his own musk to create a cocktail of pleasant scents in the forest clearing, and that's the sort of thing he enjoyed. At that moment, he wasn't even remotely considering how this would affect Blue Bell when he returned home, but his bond with Dik had been greatly amplified and the tingling warmth that was shifting around in the flesh under his tail was enough to make him forget about his other obligations.

He smiled and held his head high as he trotted with his pet dragon back to the plains and to his homestead, where Blue Bell would likely be waiting for him with a pie or something. Diik followed, head also held high and tail flicking happily out behind him.

It was a good day for both of them.

The mid-afternoon had given away to early evening by the time the two studs returned, only to find out quickly that Blue Bell was not at the homestead or in their cave. This proved to be a minor setback, as Furia knew precisely where to go from there.

He guided Dik down the hills to the nearby orchard on the edge of their property, where Blue Bell could be found plucking apples for dinner as he suspected she would be. As the two approached, Furia got a nice look up under her tail as she flicked it to the side, presumably to swat away a wasp or flying beetle. That brisk look made Furia's member swell gently, as he had not fully released earlier. Around them, much of the ground was covered in thick roots and mosses, with blue tinted rocks violet flowers all around. The evening light hit Blue Bell, illuminating her form to give it a glorious sheen.

Blue Bell heard them coming and turned to look at them, smiling. "Well, this is quite the pleasant surprise. What took you two so long? I was starting to think I wouldn't see you again tonight."

Furia hopped over some gnarled apple tree roots to nip her on the rump, sliding his flank up against hers as he came to stand opposite her with the half-full basket of apples between them. "Well, first I just went out to enjoy some time on the plains, playing with Dik to see how he responded to an open field, then we went for lunch. Well, he went for lunch, I helped him hunt a deer but spent much of my time munching on flowers and berries and stuff. We were going to come home after that, but then I thought that maybe he would benefit from companion training. You know, like the ulokar!"

She smiled and flicked her ear, glancing back over to Dik. "And I presume he did well, or he wouldn't be here with you now? Is that what took you so long, going all the way to the camp?"

"Pretty much. Turns out the regiment was out on a survival training exercise and we found them in a meadowland clearing. I got them to help me with my training exercises, which Dik surpassed with ease. All I can say is that nobody should attack me when he is around, or he'll crush some skulls. The team wasn't too keen on allowing a feral dragon in their ranks, but I convinced them that Dik here was to be trusted. Plus, I outranked them all and they didn't have much of a choice. After that, we, uh, came home!"

Blue Bell paused for a moment, then smiled wide as she cocked her head to the side. It was clear from the subtle motion of her nostrils and the subtle sniffing that she was sampling their scent. "Are you sure that's all you did? I mean, you were gone an awful long time and there's about an hour or so's worth of time just missing from your story. If you went all the way to the camp, I'd believe that's all you've done, but-" She paused to lean in close to him, brushing flank to flank as she sniffed under his tail and around his groin area. "-it smells to me like you had more than a little bit of fun, too."

Every hair on Furia's body stood on end, his mane fluffed up and spine tingling. Was it really that obvious that they'd been fooling around? Was this the time that he should lie for the first time to Blue Bell and pretend it was all an accident, or could he come clean? The brief silence was enough for his mate to pick up on his short-lived insecurities.

"Not that it matters. I don't need to know if you lifted your tail to him or not, but I don't think I would be too far off to hazard a guess that our encounter near the temple got your curiosities piqued." She slid past him again to stand over her basket with her tail up, revealing her glistening vulva. "I don't care what the excuse is, I just know that I could still use some attention, and I'm pretty sure you could as well." She swayed gentle, nickering as she used her tail to stir up the scent of her arousal.

Furia shook his head and flicked his ears as the cloud of pheromones washed over him. Horny or not, he was relieved that he didn't have to answer to her or confront the truth that he loved being penetrated by others. It felt good, even if it made him uncomfortable in many ways, and he could only imagine the pleasure he'd feel if he once again had Dik mount him while he was buried deep inside his mate. That last look under her tail and the dripping arousal she was offering him made his cock drop almost fully, the residual need and desire from his encounter with Dik flaring up inside him.

He reached out to place a hoof on her lower back, testing her for her reaction; while it was clear she wanted him, as she had told and showed him that, she sometimes liked for him to chase her before he got to have his way with her. Furia was pleased to see that today wasn't one of those days, as he'd spent plenty of time and energy galloping in the plains and working with Dik to properly train him.

Blue Bell responded to his touch by spreading all fours and lifting her tail, one of her hooves knocking over the basket of apples as her loins shuddered and her winking vulva spewed a thick stream of lubricant onto a nearby apple. She nickered and threw her head back, urging Furia to have a quick go at her, which he happily obliged.

The stallion reared up high, landing on his mate with all of his might as his cock flexed and hoisted itself up, aiming at her eager lips. He knew she could handle him with ease, and she had prepared herself so he didn't think twice about the dragon behind him, the same dragon that had mounted him twice in only a matter of days.

With one powerful and well aimed thrust, Furia bucked hard into his pony mare mate, sinking every bit of his member into her with a squish and a squelch that splashed his precum and her lubricant all over his belly and thighs. The warmth of her depths swallowed him up, but his pleasure was short lived as he was at that pinnacle point mid thrust where his hind hooves were touching hers and his front legs were wrapped around her hips as Dik barreled into him.

The dragon had been standing by the whole time like a good boy while Furia and Blue Bell had flirted and exchanged passion with one another, but the scent of estrus mare and the invitation he saw when she lifted her tail to her mate enticed him to leap toward her, but got there a split second after Furia. His attempt to join the stallion came across as overzealous, knocking Furia off his hooves and onto his side, as he was caught off balance with his cock anchoring him to Blue Bell.

Furia flopped onto his flank, cock in the air and spewing their combined fluids as it slipped out of her pussy with an audible pop. He struggled to catch his breath, as the wind had been knocked out of him, only to look up and see Blue Bell smiling down at him as Dik mounted her. Part of him wanted to get up and do something about that, as he didn't like the idea that he could so easily be pushed out of his own mare to make room for his pet dragon.

Blue Bell saw the contained rage in his eyes and immediately lowered her tail while arching her lower back to keep Dik from entering her. "Oh sweetie, are you okay down there?" She asked with her soft, concerned voice. She was being a touch condescending for a goof, but also knew that she had to be serious with her stud.

Furia furrowed his brow with his hooves folded up on his chest as he snorted at her.

"Oh, it's okay darling, I wouldn't dare leave you high and dry!" She cooed at him as she hobbled over, carrying much of Dik's weight as she did so. With a gentle hop, she landed with all fours straddling Furia's chest, her belly touching his with his cock pressed between them. She was considerably smaller than he, and as such was barely able to stand over him while he lay on his back.

"I'm not worried, I know you'd never leave me to pleasure myself if you wanted a piece of me for yourself." He nickered at her, front hooves cycling in the air as he shifted and gyrated his hips, pulling his member out from between them to press it up between her upper thighs.

In response, she leaned forward and shifted her own hips to match his, eventually lining up just right so that his engorged cock tip was resting between her plump lips. With one arch of her back followed by an easing onto him, she had his member slowly swallowed up into her depths one segment at a time. Blue Bell relished every sensation as his tip, length, median ring, and velvety lower half towards the sheath all slid into her moist and hot depths, her pussy winking and canal contracting around him as each new vein and ridge passed into her.

The whole time, Dik remained above her, his cock resting on her haunches and spewing gobs of his own cum all over the mare's backside. He was thrusting and stabbing on her, being gentle as he could though it was clear that he really wanted to enter her.

Blue Bell, ever the polite mare, angled her hips and raised her tail just right to expose her rump to the dragon, urging him on since she knew that there would be no chance he'd be able to join Furia in her sex. She giggled at her mate as she leaned down to lightly nuzzle at him. "Think he'll fit?"

Furia bucked his hips, relishing the sensation of his cock sliding in and out her with effortless ease while looking her right back in the eye. He hooked his legs around hers and leaned in for a kiss, snouts touching and tongues dancing briskly before he pulled away. "I guess you're about to find out."

And find out she was about to do, as Dik was in his carnal form, roughly bucking and stabbing his member up under her tail to find its mark. He hit her haunches, hit her hips, hit her thighs, and even hit Furia's shaft, only to slip and slide all over the place and not plunge into her. He felt his tip prodding at her rump, yet for some reason he lacked any desire to force himself into her there. He clearly had no problems doing anal, but appeared to know the difference between the holes and wanted to join Furia in her sex.

But that was not to be. The angle and her size ensured that there was no way he'd penetrate her there, not while Furia was also pumping into her time and time again, his own flare and length sliding in and out twice a second to match her vigor.

Blue Bell and Furia nuzzled at each other as they kissed and lipped each other, each pumping and pushing down so their bodies meshed in unison, maximizing every thrust. Only then did Blue Bell get a bit of a nasty shock when she felt a dragon's claw wrapped around her neck followed by the forceful penetration of her tail hole. The look on her face showed that she was surprised, but not unhappy about this sudden invasion of her backside. Rather than yelp or whimper or whinny or grunt, she snorted and pushed back, eager to feel Dik in her alongside her mate.

Furia smiled up at her as he felt a wave of her arousal trickling down his length to moisten and soak both sheath and belly. He could feel the bulge and the rippling effect of the dragon's member pressing down against the thin strip of flesh that separated vaginal and anal canals. He bit at his lip and pushed in as deep as he could go alongside Dik,the sensation of sharing a tight pony mare proving to be one of life's greatest experiences.

Most notably, he could feel her flesh distending and quivering against their combined touch, struggling to not give out on her. This made Furia slow down a bit, opting instead to be a bit more gentle while his pet went rough and hard on her rump. Like with him earlier in the day, Dik started slow and gradually worked his way up harder and harder until his cum slicked member was practically slapping against the pony mare's tender rim of rump flesh, tenderizing it while his cock plowed her bowels and pleasured Furia due to the proximity.

The two equines stared in each other's eyes as Dik reared his head back and grunted, flare exploding in her rump to deposit a thick, heavy dose of his own seed into the pony mare. The added pressure and warmth that seeped through her lower belly triggered Furia to do the same, his own stallion member popping in past her cervix so his flare could expand inside her and plug her up, ensuring that the resulting torrent of seed didn't escape.

Even without his own essence trickling out from her tight lips, he could feel the soaking wet mess of her arousal and orgasmic delight dribbling down his length to mix in with the precum and slimy goo that both he and Dik had left all over his belly. He leaned in for a kiss as his member started to deflate, his eyes piercing into hers as he asked one life-changing question.

"Can we keep him?"