Sights and Sounds of Yiffberg
This is entirely a work of fiction. None of the characters exist (well, I don't think so). Bahamut San Dragons, Jean de la Marche, Pierre de Levis, Merld Lulix and Angelhart Boodle are copyrighted to me, Bahamut Dragons, Tannim to himself, Kevian August to himself, Furriston to Albert Temple, Kayleen Boodle, Kittredge Boodle and Yiffberg to Richard KatEllis and Shirlee Mouse to Shirley Chessler-Wakefield. You must be [insert legal age to view pornographic material in your country here] to view this. This work is coded as follows: many m/f, m/m/m/f (center m) . You may reproduce and distribute this lemon anywhere, as long as you follow these guidelines:
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Author's Comments:
Some people could have doubted that this would be released at some point. And indeed, this has started way back in July. Was it worth it? You'll be your own judge but for me, I think it's the best piece of writing I've done so far. A masterpiece, or so to say.
Obviously, I couldn't of done it alone. I'd like to thank the many fans that wrote about any of my previous fics, because without them, I wouldn't write. I'd like to thank Richard Katellis and Shirley Chessler-Wakefield for allowing me to use their characters. Also, I'll like to thank Tannim, who always had cool ideas when I needed them, like the name of the newspaper or even Angelhart's species (I struggled there). Finally, I'd like to thank Phil Vatcher, who has become a good friend and good support in the last few months.
In this work, I present for the first time Jean de la Marche and Pierre de Levis. Both are characters that I created about a year ago and appeared in various areas in which I had content control, like RPG missions or other stories. They are like my trademark characters, even though they don't have much of a back-story. I inserted Merld Lulix because I wanted a third companion and later on, Angelhart Boodle because I felt my story lacked girls. Little did I know that I would fall in love with her at the time of her creation.
I made many gambles with this story. Unusual yiffs, strange inserts of my fictive book, and I hope those gambles will pay off. I realise that my previous me work, "The new shop", also had themes that I never used. I know at least a few people liked it, and I hope you did too.
Well, enough jabbering for now. To conclude, I'd like to point you to my new yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bahamutshome. You'll find all my published writings there as well as (hopefully), the works of other great artists. You can also contact me by e-mail at [email protected], or by instant messaging. Y!: bahamutdragons, MSN:[email protected], ICQ: 11722319, AIM: BahamutSDragons. I hope to hear from you!
Bonus! Second part of comments: This is written like a month after the fic was completed. I wrote so much, but then sadly didn't manage to get through editing and I really wanted to make sure everything was as good as can be for that (thanks to a certain dragon who wishes to remain nameless). I hope you can enjoy this however, as more then just porn. A lot of heart was put into this fic, into the characters and event. What was supposed to be mindless became so much deeper and I think it's closer to what emotion Richard Katellis wishes to put into his plotline. Yes, yiff is an integral part (and this one has some good stuff), but there is a deeper message of love behind it and I hope you can appreciate it for all it's meant to be.
Enough talking. Enjoy your read.
Sights and Sounds of the world
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"Yiffberg, the memorable city forgotten by most. To the furs, it's an ideal they no longer wish to reach. To the humans, it's an abomination they thoroughly eliminate from all databases. Ironic how the center of pleasure can cause so much dissention and such a strange unity. Yiffberg. The only place I would want to live."
Taken from Bahamut San Dragons' "Sights and sounds of the world"
A rainy day. Surprisingly, even the paradise of Yiffberg had them. Bahamut had opened shop two weeks before, and business had taken up. Not that he was getting rich, far from it. In fact, he barely made enough to pay for the essentials. But he lived the existence he wanted and that was enough for him.
Kay had been an excellent publicist. The day after her visit, the store had been full of customers, some buying books, others only interested in his unique powers. In the end, he had to decline the needs of the others because after all, he did have a business to tend. He did promise to try and visit the park once in a while however. He hinted that he could take everyone there at once and it was probably true too. He could have the physique for it as well as the stamina.
The coming of Kevian had really been a God sent. As promised to many customers, Bahamut had started to translate the foreign books. He had rearranged part of the back store into a study area, where he now wrote part of his day away. Of course, he could of just placed an order for a translation and he knew there would have been quality in it, but then again, this gave his an opportunity to hone his language skills as well as studying the techniques more thoroughly. After all, he would surely need it soon enough.
At the same time, it gave him a chance to write his own half novel half autobiography, based on his own experiences in Yiffberg. He even hoped to publish "Sights and sounds of Yiffberg" next year, after having enough experiences. He didn't know how the general public would react, but it was as much for the others as it was for himself. In a sense, it was like a diary, only he embellished parts of his life.
"Boss! You have visitors," the dragon heard from the shop. Bahamut let go of his pens and passed the curtain that linked the shop's front to the back.
"Hi! Welcome to Yiffberg!"
Two small foxes stood before him. Kay, the one who had welcomed him and whom Bahamut recognised, and someone who could only be her husband. They were both quite short, standing at around 4'6". They were also both orange in color with white stomach and mouth fur, although the male was darker in color. Of course, he had his cock hanging shamelessly before him and she had her breasts showing off.
"Kittredge Boodle," the male fox said, extending a paw. "You hear it once so you wouldn't have to use it. Call me Kit."
"Bahamut San Dragons, a pleasure to meet you Kit," he said, warmly shaking the fox's hand. "Everyone calls me... well, Bahamut actually. I guess I'm the whole package, you can't reduce me to a nickname."
"We're sorry we couldn't come earlier," Kay added.
"Oh don't worry, I've been quite busy myself. I don't know what you told the community but business here has been booming. Good thing I have Kevian here to help me. I don't know what I would of done without him."
He turned to his clerk. Kevian was a fabbit, a mix between fox and rabbit, measuring about 5'4". He was skinny but had strong legs that helped him thrust all the better. Kevian had almost only black fur but for his chest, glove and sock like delimitations on his arms and feet and the tip of his bunny like ears and fox like tail, which all were white. His blue-green eyes matched wonderfully his favorite shirt, an unbuttoned dark blue shirt with a silver dragon and Japanese characters on the back. on the back.
"No sweat boss. Glad to be here. And the perks kick ass."
"I heard from Kay that you had interesting powers."
"Oh he does," Kevian answered before Bahamut. "Believe me, being on the giving or the receiving end is an experience like no other. And he has so much new knowledge from his travels."
"Knowledge that is quickly being spread across Yiffberg, to my delight," Bahamut added. "But since a lot of the books I sell tend to be foreign in nature and language, I'm spending most of my time translating everything."
"Oh that's too bad," said Kay. "We hardly see you around even though it's been two weeks already since the opening."
"Don't worry. I've been busy, but it's true that I enjoy my work."
"Well, I hope you can come to our dinner party," the male fox responded. "A small reception, with about 5 or 6 of our friends. It would give you the opportunity to meet people and just get out."
"Well, I don't know..."
"Come on boss, go for it. After all, didn't you come to Yiffberg exactly for that? You know, letting loose? You've been stuck in the back store for two weeks now and although I'm sure you are enjoying yourself, you do need to get out more. Don't worry about the shop, I can take care of it."
"Are you sure Kevian?"
"Positive. You just go out and have a good time," the fabbit replied, giving the dragon a thumbs up.
"Then it's settled," Kay said. "Party starts at four."
"I'll be there."
"See you soon," Kit said as he shook the dragon's hand once more.
After the foxes left Bahamut looked at the clock: 1:30. "I still have some time for another chapter," he thought. After nodding to his clerk, he returned to the back store to the book he was currently translating.
This one promised to be really popular. Bahamut was lucky to have shape-shifting abilities. Over time, he had learned to process great amounts of information at once; so much information that he could write his translations on 8 sheets of paper with 8 eyes looking at the text simultaneously. That meant that he could do his transcribing 8 times faster then a regular person.
The golden dragon didn't see time fly and soon, it was 3:30. He retracted all the extra body parts back into his body and stretched. Suddenly, he realised he didn't even know if it was customary to bring a gift, let alone where the Boodles lived! He stormed out of the study into the shop, where he saw the fabbit was serving a rabbit, a bear and a racoon.
"Kevian, I need help."
"What's the matter, Boss?"
"I just realised I have no idea where the party is! I don't even know if I need to bring something or..."
"Excuse me," intruded the racoon customer. "The party you say? Would that happen to be the Boodle party?"
"Yeah! Do you know where it is?"
"Know where it is?" the bear replied. "Mr. Bahamut, we are invited to that party. Please, come with us."
"Thanks! And don't call me mister Bahamut. I may be much older then you, but I'm still young. Kevian, the store is in your paws."
"Don't worry about me boss, you just go out and have a good time."
"No worries there, we'll take good care of him," said the rabbit as they left the store. The trio said they needed to pass by their house to drop off the books and that it'd take about 15 minutes to reach the Boodles
The dragon noticed that the rain had stopped as he stepped out of his shop. Few furs were actually in the city and he could only guess what they were doing. The sun was just coming out, contrasting with the damp surroundings and slowly drying the street under his bare feet.
'Strange', Bahamut thought. 'I'm writing a book about my experiences in this town, but it's true that I haven't done anything yet. How ironic that the town I've so longed for turned out to be a prison.' He shook his head. 'No. I made it into a prison because I chose not to go out more. Even my coming here is sheer luck. It's decided; I am going to go out more from now on.'
That realisation lifted his spirit. To mark the occasion, he split his muzzle into three mouths, extended them to his new friends and unexpectedly kissed the 3 other males. They stopped in their tracks in surprise, but before they knew it, the dragon lips had left them. They turned to Bahamut.
"Just a preview of what's to come," he said with a wink.
They just smiled and continued on towards their home and imagining what else the dragon could come up to. Bahamut took the time to analyse his new friends. The first was a white rabbit, nude of course, who stood the smallest of the three, with nothing distinctive but for a golden ring in his left ear. At about 5'5", he was rather slim except for his rather big feet. His ears were long and both stood straight up. The Rabbit's cock stood semi erect in front of him.
The second fur was a massive brown bear, also nude, standing just over 6 feet tall and very massive. He also had a similar ring, but his was in his right ear. Though the bear took every step slowly, each was further then his companions, so he still managed to keep. Noticing that the dragon was looking at him, he spoke.
"My name is Pierre de Levis. Although the name sounds French, from my parents' heritage, I don't speak a word of it, let alone set foot in France. This is Jean de la Marche," he said, pointing to the rabbit. "Same story. Our parents knew each other when they lived in France and later on moved at the same time. We grew up together and we're like brothers..."
"Well, strange sexual brothers, " Jean added with a smirk, "but bros nonetheless."
"Oh yeah, strange doesn't begin to define us. For example, would you have guessed that he's the dominant one of the relation? Would you believe me, all massive and such, being submissive to him?"
"I do believe it, Pierre," the dragon said. "I've travelled the world and seen stranger,"
"So I've heard... My name is Merld, Merld Lulix. I don't have a French inheritance like these two, but I do have an English one, which I'm sure you already guessed it from my accent."
Bahamut turned to Merld. He was a grey racoon, with a single circle of black over his left eye. It almost looked like a monocle, adding to his British persona. He had glove and sock like black markings and his tail was striped grey and black. Though he was taller and heftier then Jean, he was still smaller then the other. Contrary to the other two, he wore an opened shirt, not unlike Kevian. This one was full white however and seemed to serve as sole purpose to carry some pens and a notepad.
The four arrived at the trio's apartment, room 204. It was small but cozy. The main room was used as a living room and kitchen. There was no dining table and Bahamut guessed they all either ate either on the couch or in front of one of the three computers. He noticed with a smile that one of the computers had a picture of the trio having sex on the beach as its desktop background. Besides that, the room was pretty plain. A short hallway ended with two doors facing each other and a mirror in between. The rabbit took the book to one of the rooms. Through the reflection of the mirror, Bahamut saw that it was their bedroom in the reflection of the mirror.
While Jean was away, Pierre turned to Bahamut and whispered into his ear: "Actually, I'm the dominant one of the relation. I just make Jean do stuff to me because that's what we like, but I'm in complete control the whole time. But please, don't tell him that."
'Are you really dominant,' Bahamut thought. 'You sound so insecure.' But as he was going reply, he saw the rabbit already return.
"Well then, let us be off," Merld said.
And off they were. During the walk, they talked mostly about how they all came to Yiffberg. Jean and Pierre had set off a year before adulthood. At first, it was only supposed to be a vacation during summer break and then return to school but they never used their ticket back. They had continued school here instead. Jean specialized as a computer technician but in Yiffberg, he had the job of pretty much repairing everything technical. Pierre was an artist. He had always liked drawing and, against his parents will, dove into the job, becoming a cartoonist for the "Yiffberg Ins and Outs". He also released some children's comics, but never got renowned. A lot of people from the outside world were afraid of an artist residing in Yiffberg and so didn't trust the comics he wrote, fearing some hidden perversion. Pierre refused to hide who he was despite that fact however. He was proud to live in Yiffberg; he was happy with the life he led and that was all that mattered.
They had met with Merld on the Internet one night when Jean was chatting. At first, it was more technical idle chat. Merld made websites as a living and even managed to work from home, only going back to his office once every two weeks to check with his boss and get the latest news that wasn't forwarded to him through e-mail.
They talked regularly for over 3 years, and gradually revealed everything about themselves. Jean came to know the racoon very well and told him about Yiffberg. Merld said it sounded like a nice place but also that he had obligations where we was. A few months later, he decided to come on a vacation and became more intimate. "Have you noticed the pictures on our computers?" Merld asked. "They all come from that vacation." During the fifth year, Merld's company declared bankruptcy. The next day, his plane was landing in Yiffberg and Jean and Pierre greeted him. He started working for Pierre's newspaper just three days later.
That was 3 years ago. Now, they lived very happily ever after, together. Although Jean and Pierre were officially a couple, and the trio had two separate beds, they threesomed often enough and even lived together. Merld didn't mind, he was grateful to have found such a place. And besides, he had most of Yiffberg to... play with. All three were bisexual.
They had walked for only 5 minutes when they reached the Boodle household. The house was by no standards big in terms of area. It had and two floors and many windows all around, as if Kit and Kay wanted to make sure everyone saw them yiffing but besides this unusual feature, it just seemed plain to the eye.
They didn't even have time to knock on the door before an orange male cat came to open them. He was about as tall as Merld, had a big red nose adding to his charm and wore for only item a wedding ring.
"Ah, Jean, Pierre, Merld. And you must be Bahamut, am I wrong?"
"Not at all. Bahamut San Dragons, librarian and writer."
"Kat Ellis, nice to meet you. I'd rather not describe myself..."
"He's a lover!"
A small grey mouse, as bare as the males, appeared behind the cat and hugged him tightly. The cat smiled to her tenderly over his shoulder before kneeling and deeply kissing her. After a few passionate instants, they seemed to recall the guests.
"My name is Shirlee Mouse, happily wedded to my man-cat here. Please, come, make yourselves at home."
"Just like we do," added the cat.
The four guys smiled at the casual activity between their friends, thinking about what the evening would have in store for them. As they entered the house, the boys took a moment to examine the surroundings. The interior was as simplistic as the exterior, just as clean, but not so fancy. Two couches, an armchair, a coffee table and even a fireplace garnished the first room. The dining room, just visible through a hallway, had a table set for nine guests. A library off to one side contained a few books, some of which Bahamut had sold himself.
"So, where are the hosts," Pierre asked.
"Kit left to get his niece," Kat answered. "She's coming to visit from Darigaaz City by train. And Kay is back in the kitchen, preparing something for tonight. Knowing Kay, it can only be a feast worthy of royalty." He inhaled deeply the ambient aroma to illustrate his words. A delicious mix of fried chicken, steamy vegetables and warm soup came to his nostrils, making his mouth water.
"I'll go see if she needs any help," Merld said while getting up. "After all, I am in charge of the food back at the apartment.
"She expressly asked that no one enters that kitchen," warned Kat.
"It must not apply to me. She knows how good my kitchen talents are."
The racoon managed to remain in the kitchen for two seconds before backing out. Turning to the semi-puzzled, semi-amused faces of his friends, he explained: "She... looked at me. I was too afraid."
"You know how passionate Kay is when she gets involved in something, be it cooking meat or... eating it," Shirlee said, chuckling.
They talked idly for a few minutes, mostly turning around Bahamut's new business. The dragon wasn't secretive at all about his it. Whenever they seemed reticent to ask a question, probably thinking it might be too much of a private matter, he dismissed the fear with a wave of his hand. Then, they heard the door open: "Honey, I'm home!" The 5 guests got up to great their host. In the entryway, they found Kit and a medium sized squirrel, about the size of Jean. She was absolutely gorgeous. Brown fur, like Pierre, with a lighter toned chest fur that continued to the tip of her large puffy tail. Although she was Kit's niece, they seemed to have almost nothing in common, if only for their yiffiness.
"Angelhart," Kit said, "I want you to meet my friends. Jean, Pierre, Merld and Bahamut."
"Oh, you must be the metamorph I've been hearing about."
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"I don't think outsiders can really understand Yiffberg. To some, it's just a taboo town to release all your sexual inhibitions. To others, it's a paradise to release all your sexual inhibitions. After having been here for only a few weeks, I came to comprehend that this city goes far beyond the yiff. Kit and Kay are probably the most loving couple I've ever met, and I've lived for centuries. Kat and Shirlee may be less legendary, but their love for each other is just as deep.
They call it Yiffberg, but it could just as well been called Loveberg."
Taken from Bahamut San Dragons' "Sights and Sounds of the world"
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Bahamut took her hand, bent a bit and stretched his lips to kiss it. He then retracted the lips and looked at her. "I hope you've only heard good things about me."
"I've heard very good things. This evening is even more promising by your presence."
Bahamut turned and blushed as the others around laughed. As Angelhart went past him, Merld slipped to the dragon's ear: "Looks like you'll have a lot of work to do tonight. Think you can manage?"
Bahamut turned to him and smiled. "After tasting metamorph dragon tonight, you'll never want to go back." He then followed his host back to the living room.
"So, Angelhart," Pierre asked, "how long are you going to be in Yiffberg?"
"Probably not long, 2 or 3 days max. My parents are afraid I'll take too much a liking to the free yiff. They're too conservative."
"Well, I guess Kit is compensating well enough with his free spirit," Pierre added.
"My brother Kal was always the shy restricted type," Kit said. "He built the box that I had to think out of. He was so obfuscated when I told him I was going to live in Yiffberg. But now that he has a 17 year old daughter, I guess he's changed a bit. I'm surprised he let you come here at all."
"I told him I'd go easy on the yiffing," she simply said. "I don't really have a choice, 3 days isn't a lot of yiffing, even non-stop."
Quality over quantity," Bahamut said softly. "Quality over quantity." Angelhart didn't have a chance to reply.
"Dinner's ready," Kay shouted out of the kitchen.
They all got up, Bahamut saying: "That's where I come in." As the others sat at the table, he went to the kitchen, coming out a few instants later with 8 platters in an even number of hands.
"A dragon metamorph in your kitchen, and all your worries go away," Jean said in a television announcer kind of voice.
"Whether it is to transport plates, to chop your food or even to cook it, the dragon metamorph is the handy tool no household should go without," Pierre continued.
"But that's not all. Order now and you'll also get a great fox cook in the person of Kay, all for only 5 easy payments of 44.99," Merld ended.
"No one is taking away my Kay!"
They all laughed but for the fox lady, who had missed the bit and was just arriving from the kitchen, her own plate in hand: "What did I miss?"
"Just a bit of comedy from our three stooges there," Gene answered.
They all sat down, couples next to each other and Angelhart next to Bahamut. The plates were very large, containing a large variety of delicacies. It was obvious that Kay had passed a great deal of time on this and it looked quite delicious. The plates contained various fruits, cheese, meat and other tasty delicacies that were sure to please everyone. After thanking their hosts, they all started to eat, engaging in various idle conversations again. All around, small chatting groups had formed and among the group, Angelhart and Bahamut were the only ones chatting together.
"So I hear you're from Darigaaz City. How is it?"
"Troubled. The people are worried because of the sight of the soul incidents in nearby Furriston. Everything is changing: inhabitants, attitudes... I hope it's for the best, but I don't think we're over our worries just yet."
"Is that why you chose to take some time off and come to Yiffberg?"
"Partly yeah. But more importantly, I haven't gotten a good yiff in ages. Speaking of which, I hear you're quite a wiz in that domain."
"Word got out all the way to D. C.?"
"Well, no, but I heard a lot about a certain Bahamut Dragons while I was waiting at the train station. Is it true you're filled with strange mystical powers and you have knowledge of rites from all over the world?"
Bahamut took a sip from his glass, smiling. The taste seemed vaguely familiar, yet he wasn't sure what it could be. Putting the glass back on the table, he turned to Angelhart. She was truly beautiful, but in a new fascinating way. Although she kept speaking of yiff, there was an air of innocence around her, a mysterious aura that made man fall to their knees, bowing their heads and offering her allegiance.
But she lived in the big city, and people were surely too busy minding their own business to notice it. He looked deep into her eyes and was surprised as they turned from sky blue to emerald green, to a blazing fire red.
"Your eyes. They changed colors."
"What?" Angelhart said, taken aback. "You... can see the color of my eyes changing? People usually only see them blue. Only special people can see the rainbow."
"Special?"
"I'd like to propose a toast," Merld said standing up, oblivious to the moment between the dragon and the squirrel. "To our hosts, Kit and Kay, who make the best parties in all Yiffberg, as well to our friends here, Kat and Shirlee, whom it's always a pleasure being with; to the lovely Angelhart, who's presence enlightens us all and finally, to Bahamut, who has not been with us for so long, but who has managed to become fairly legendary."
"And let's not forget you three," Kit added. "To Jean, Pierre and Merld, the three stooges, who are always of the best company."
"Cheers," they all said, hitting each other's glasses, before taking of sip of the light blue, opaque liquid. Looking around, Bahamut noticed that he was wrong: only the men had blue drinks. The girls had pink beverages.
"Is this boinkberry juice?" Bahamut asked.
"Indeed it is," Kat answered. "You've never tasted it before?"
"To be honest, I haven't gotten around to taking any boinkberries since I arrived in Yiffberg. The irony is that I haven't had much time to yiff and when I did, if I was yiffing a female, I wouldn't cum in her."
"I'm sure a lot of girls have missed that feeling. It's never the same without warm male juices streaming inside you," Shirlee noticed.
"I've had no complaints."
Bahamut wanted to cut this discussion short. He wanted to return to Angelhart, to her magical eyes. Thankfully, Pierre let out some funny comment about girls and streams or something, taking off the attention from the dragon. He turned back to the squirrel, gazing deep inside her eyes.
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"They say colors around us influence our moods. While I do find that fact fascinating, I found more astounding the discovery of someone who alters the colors according to her state of mind. One way or another, one thing is for sure; emotions are like a rainbow: take away one and you'll lose the rest. Red brings orange and blue leads to green. Likewise, emotions guide each other in harmony."
Taken from Bahamut San Dragons' "Sights and sounds of the world"
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"Red, green, blue... Fiery passion, eternal nature, soothing sea. And on the light spectrum, when it's mixed, it leads to white, the holy and pure color."
"You're making too much of this," the brown squirrel said with a chuckle. "I'm not that special or holy and pure. After all, I have been talking about yiffing everything that moves for the last few hours."
Bahamut laughed lightly. "I don't think yiffing makes you any less pure. It's a natural urge, one the city folk suppress too much."
He was interrupted by a sudden movement by Kit. He was shaking his hands wildly. "... and that's when the Gods of Yiff came to us and said that we would be crucial element in the future."
"A crucial element?" Jean asked. "For what?"
"We don't know yet," Kay answered. "You see, the Gods of Yiff..."
The dragon turned his attention back to Angehart. "You told me that only special people could see your rainbow eyes. What did you mean by special?"
"Let me tell you a story few people know. When I was six years old, my parents saw the exact same thing in my eyes, but only for a few minutes. Then, they only saw my natural color, or so to say, blue. Only on two other occasions did people see these eyes. Once was again with my mother, at age 14. She said she saw a rainbow glow for a moment, before it faded away. The other... was at the school prom, with my date."
All around, the ambient noise had faded. Everyone and everything had disappeared, leaving only the squirrel and the golden dragon, the teller and the listener. He could see she was quite serious with all this, not as light hearted as with the rest.
"When we were slow dancing, at some point we kissed. And when it happened, something inside me changed. I felt the change. I didn't know what it was but he said he saw some strange light reflection in my eyes, as if the dance lights had passed through them." She sighed, obviously regretting something heavy. "We broke up soon afterwards, when he left for another woman. I was devastated, so much that I flunked out of school and stayed home, crying endlessly. Strangely enough, my eyes were fully green during that time, even though I was feeling blue."
"You loved him," Bahamut said, pointing out the obvious.
"Yes, I did. And now... can you still see it?"
"I saw it all throughout the tale."
"Usually, the rainbow only lasts for like a minute at best, but you're saying you see it now, after so much time?"
"I have travelled the world and seen so many wonders that most people wouldn't have enough of a lifetime to see them all. But your eyes are worth all of them and more. And I'm not talking solely about the rainbow. You have charmed me, Angelhart Boodle."
She blushed. The squirrel remembered her ex-boyfriend, a dog by the name of Tommy. She remembered all the nice things he used to say ... but never nothing close to this. Bahamut was seemingly a riddle wrapped in a mystery, coated in a yiffy pleasurer. And at the center laid a waiting lover.
"No one has spoken to me like this before. I'm... speechless."
"Then remain mute. Come, let go take a walk in the moonlight."
They both got up, drawing attention to themselves.
"We'll be gone for a moment or two. Don't stop from having fun on our accounts."
Then, without any other explanations, they left the kitchen. After they heard the front door close, Kit turned to Kay: "Bahamut and Angelhart? You think?"
"Hey you never know. Although we don't know much about him, he sounds like a fun and interesting guy. I suppose she could fall for him."
"Well, good for them. I hope it works," Shirlee added.
"Yeah," Jean said, then continued his story. "So, as I was saying, it was me, sandwiched with Pierre on the bottom and Tannim on top. He's the editor in chief of the journal Pierre works for, looks a bit like Bahamut, but green and with a longer tail. Anyways, he was pumping into me like crazy and then..."
Outside the house, the tall bulky dragon walked alongside the more fragile looking squirrel. For a long moment, nothing was said. The silence between them spoke worlds more then words could. He took her hand and she didn't resist the grip. With Bahamut, she felt safe. More then safe, she felt stronger, as if he gave her strength to surpass odds that were not, but could be.
After walking for minute after minute, they reached the park, where not surprisingly no fur was in sight. The moonshine gave everything a surreal feel: the branches, the trees, each other... This felt so special and somehow, also kind of ironic. Angelhart had come to Yiffberg for the wild masses and pleasure and everyone around her but now, she only wanted to share a moment with him. The found a bench and sat, both looking up to the moon.
"A half moon," Bahamut said. "If I had the power, I'd offer you the other half. I'd offer you all of it and the stars beyond."
"What would I do with it," Angelhart giggled.
"I don't know, impress all those town folk in Darigaaz," Bahamut offered.
"I don't need those to impress them. I have you."
"Then they must be very easy to amaze."
"No, they're not."
Again, they remained in silence. The night was very clear, lightened by the stars in the sky rather then city lights, like in the big city. It was a special night indeed and the best thing what that she could share it with a special man. She got closer to him and he put his arm around her, holding her tight. A few instants more passed, before she turned to him.
"Kiss me."
He did. He tipped his head slightly, bending it in an unusual fashion thanks to his metamorph skills and connected his lips to hers. Their tongues waltzed in unison, sharing warmth, passion and something more. He put his hand behind her head and passed his fingers through the fur, feeling its softness. It wanted to wrapped her whole, to feel all of her, to love her in a way none others have and none other could.
He didn't. She was not a metamorph and he had to think of her safety. More over, he didn't want to frighten her. However, she must of felt the doubt in his mind as she cut the kiss.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. This is the perfect night."
"I know there is something wrong. I can feel it inside me... in the rainbow."
Bahamut sighed. "I may love you. But at the same time, I'm a metamorph. We are very special beings in that we can do." He sighed again. "It's hard to explain."
"I think I understand. Since you are a metamorph, you can bond with other metamorphs in a way no one else can. I think I can even picture it."
"I just don't want you to be unhappy."
She kissed him on the nose. "I know you don't and I don't want you to be unhappy either. Here's my offer: try me. I trust you to do the right things. I'm not a metamorph so I can't give it back in same manner, but what I can return, I will."
He was afraid, but her confidence put him at ease. If this worked, it would be unique in it genre, and pleasurable for both parties. But he would have to be very careful. The golden dragon took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this. Lay down on the bench."
She quickly did. Angelhart had no idea what was going to follow and knew whatever it was, she wouldn't be prepared for it. "As long as I don't panic, it should be alright," she thought. Bahamut went next to her and took her hand, helping her to get into a serene state of mind. After all, yiffing when you're stressed kind of defeats the purpose, or at least isn't as pleasurable. He would make sure this was the best thing that ever happened to her. The grip was soft, gentle, something you wouldn't expect from such a massive dragon. Then, it started.
As he bent over the squirrel, she opened her mouth, expecting a kiss. Instead, Bahamut morphed into a semi-liquid state and started flowing down her mouth. For a moment, she feared being gagged and suffocating, but then she realised that Bahamut only coated her mouth and throat, letting the air still pass through. The feeling could have been best described as a warm thick liquid passing down her neck and flowing slowly down, but it was more then that. She could feel his heart beat, like an echo through her neck.
As he flowed down her oesophagus, Bahamut could see everything around, inside of her and outside, through tiny eyes. He didn't want to make them big, not wanting to freak her out more then she already was. But the feeling was incredible, of being in such a warm place. As a metamorph, tight spaces didn't frighten him, even so small. He was in complete control, knowing that if ever the situation turned rotten, he could be out in an instant. He continued to slowly flow down her, adding to his mass but not removing it on the outside. He had to remain anchored outside since morphing didn't change his mass whatever shape he took.
The warm feeling inside Angelhart reached her stomach, filling it rapidly, making her feel satisfied as if she had just eaten a great meal. As it continued to flow down her canals, she suddenly got very excited. She was doing it, having free sex, in the open (even if no one was around it see it), and not only was it going great but she knew it was something no one else in Yiffberg has experienced before. She observed the half moon in the sky. "No", she thought, "That's not the most important. I'm with someone I... care for. Someone who saw the rainbow. And that's what's most important."
Bahamut could feel her heart starting to pound faster and was worrying that this was too much for her. Already was he considering getting out, but then he saw her face, one of pleasure, not of pain. Still, he made sure everything was all right. She confirmed it was and he proceeded with confidence.
Bahamut had reached the intestines and was now flowing faster then before and was also slightly hardening in this area. He had also separated towards the kidneys. These areas could have been the hardest, since everything around him was trying to counter the intrusion, to digest him, but as dragon he knew he could withstand the attacks for a brief period. If bad came to worst, he could regenerate his skin partially by morphing.
Despite what one could of thought, Bahamut loved this area, because it announced the end and he could finally start truly pleasuring her. Although the rest of him inside her did what it could, like jiggling all around her throat, soothing her, he was finally near where he could, and would, take her to the stars above. He gradually stretched himself as he neared her hole, touching the walls when he reached the colon. Again, he jiggled his body, a teaser for what was to come. A few moments later, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
She felt something exploding out of her anus. Her first instinct was to push as if taking a dump, but she revised herself, remembering the dragon. As he exited her rear end, she also felt something big coming out of her pussy. In the position she was in, she couldn't see it very fell, but felt a great surge of pleasure as it rubbed against her clit. It was like an endless tentacle, with many other small tentacles protruding from it that rubbed and felt all around.
On the other end, Bahamut was joining once again himself and making another anchor, shifting his other side into a better position. It was almost over. Gently, he started covering her body, feeling it all over, smelling and tasting though thousands of noses and mouths and tongues. At the same time, he was lifting her off the bench and on a cushion of himself.
The squirrel was glad that she could still move freely. The golden dragon covering her felt like some sensual slime on and in her body rather then clothes. She felt him covering her with dry wetness, the slimy mass he was. She could feel him around her toes, licking and sucking all around and between, something her ex-boyfriend would never of done. She discovered she really liked it. Higher, she felt licking and feeling on her chest, and it reached her breasts and nipples. In the end, when it stopped, he was all over her, leaving only two thin golden lines on the side of her mouth, joining the rest of his body, and leaving her whole face free.
From everywhere, she heard a deep voice, as if a thousand tenors talked in unison: "How are you?"
"I'm... fine." She was surprised of how easy it was to talk or do anything she wanted. "Startled, but fine."
"That was the hard part. Now comes the fun part."
It all happened at once. Before, sensation was only a sense of being filled joined by a small tingling, but suddenly, she felt every thing erupt. She could feel the giant mass pumping through her pleasure holes with wave like ripples along his cocks. All over her, she could feel a thousand tongues feeling every inch of her, licking and tasting her feminine sweetness. She saw a mouth erupt from the sexual mass and approach her lips, joining for a kiss.
She connected with it, adding her tongue to the numerous ones Bahamut already provided. The tongues moved like snakes in the wind, rubbing and twirling around hers. Each one seemed to have a different taste, as if revealing various subtle facets of the dragon. But they were all good and she took wild pleasure to lick and suck them while the reminder rubbed all over her mouth.
Bahamut could see everything from every angle. He could see the kiss and the pumping and the inside massage. Most importantly, he could see the squirrel of his life in all her beauty, coated with a fine layer of gold. And not only did he see her, but he felt her all over with tongues and fingers. He licked around her nipples, kissing them, sucking on them like an infant in need of milk.
While he pumped into her, he could taste her female juices starting to flow, even before the sweet liquid even left her. He drank avidly of it as well, stimulating her, sending out even more cum for him to drink. She had never felt such a strong orgasm. Because she was stimulated all over, it never seemed to end. She shouted her pleasure to the stars above. And yet, something in the back of her mind bothered her. Bahamut was giving himself all out for her, yet she couldn't really return the favor to it's fullest. It was the problem with not being a metamorph; she couldn't give him back correctly. She didn't even know if he was having pleasure like this.
Unknown to her, he was enjoying his very much. He loved to rub all over her, to feel fur and flesh and heat. He had made himself as sensible as possible, like thousands of cocks inside and out. He refrained from coming as long as possible, wanting to pleasure her a bit more, loving to hear her squirm each time he passed his tongue along her slit, her nipples, even her tail hole. He felt the pressure build and after a few moments more, even his unusual powers couldn't hold it in.
He exploded of cum, sending wave after wave of pleasure fluids all over her. He expended outside to shower her with his juice. Eyes closed, she opened her mouth and took as much as she could inside, which wasn't easy since he was also coming inside her. She could feel it run along her throat, splash inside her stomach drench her colon and ooze inside and out of both her lower orifices. It was like nothing else, being filled with so much cum.
After an eternity, the rain slowed and stopped. The golden presence inside her carefully exited and after a full minute, formed a dragon again, which fell on his back, panting, smiling and licking his lips. Their looks crossed and he winked. Bahamut stretched his lips and placed a delicate kiss upon her lips, tasting his own semen. He then returned to his normal shape.
***
"I've travelled the world for many generations and seen sexual rites beyond what many fantasize. I've yiffed my share of all species and in many often strange and unusual ways. I've even had the chance to mate with another metamorph. But today, I realise that my knowledge and pleasure were limited. Yiff may bring great pleasure, but even more, love enhances it. I've never felt anything like what I've done with my love, Angelhart. I'd live in chastity for a thousand millennia for only a day with her, for a moment of passion with my love."
Taken from Bahamut San Dragons' "Sights and sounds of Yiffberg"
***
"So," he whispered softly, "how was it?"
"Out of this world," she managed to let out, still panting. She lifted a hand, looking at the mess in her fur. "I'm going to need a bath."
"Well, the sea is right beside and it's clean. We can always go there."
He slowly got up and took her hand, helping Angelhart to her feet. They silently walked to the nearby sea, minds still lost in memories of ecstasy. Reaching the water, the squirrel quickly ran and dived in the waves. The water was refreshing and already was taking off the sticky semen. On the shore, Bahamut was trying to find her under the ink colored water but didn't manage until she emerged from the tides, water sparkling in the moonshine.
She motioned for him to join, which he quickly did. He beat his wings once to gain some altitude, and then bombed in, splashing everywhere. He morphed into a fish and hid for a moment, swimming all around her. She was trying to get a hold of him but he remained nimble, rubbing himself against her, swimming between her legs and finally coming out behind her, in full dragon shape, making her jump back. He smiled and they kissed.
Bahamut and Angelhart remained in the water for about 15 minutes before the squirrel felt sufficiently clean to return to her uncle's house. During the walk back, they discussed like old friends, as if nothing had happened between them. They both were amazed at how fast they had connected and even without the sex, they knew they were meant for each other. After all, the golden dragon had seen the rainbow.
Arriving in front of Boodle's door, Bahamut suddenly kissed Angelhart intensely, making her moan. He broke the kiss a few moments after.
"Well Rainbow, I think I'm going to call it a night."
"Already?" she replied, a hint of deception in her voice. "But the night is still young! And I thought dragons had incredible stamina."
"We do, but I do have to return to my shop. I have paperwork to do, need to continue a translation of a book..."
"Goldy, I don't ask for the moon, nor even half of it. I just want you to stay, with me. To enjoy the party."
Unknown to her however, Bahamut had another reason to want to leave. What had happened in the park was magical, unique, and it linked him to her in a way he had never felt before. He understood the Boodles better now, as well as Kat and Shirlee, to want to remain with a single partner. And he knew that if he went inside, the three stooges would all want a piece of him, literally.
The squirrel gazed in his eyes and understood his conflict immediately. In fact, in the back of her mind, she had the same battle. "I understand. You're... afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Yeah. This is the first time you fall in love and I'm guessing you don't want to lose it. I understand," she repeated softly.
Bahamut hadn't even considered it was fear that was making him leave. Now that she mentioned it however, it made sense. "I guess it is fear," he simply responded.
"The truth is that I was a bit scared myself. But I'm not now, because I know your love for me won't change over something as trivial as sex."
"Trivial?"
"Well, maybe it's not the right term," she corrected herself. She thought for a moment. "This is Yiffberg, the yiffiest place on earth. People all over have sex solely for pleasure, without attachments. It's just for fun and it makes everyone happy. I understand you why think of Kit and Kay and Kat and Shirlee. They chose to only have a single partner, their spouse, and their relations are the best in the world. But that doesn't mean their path is the only one that exists. You came to Yiffberg because of the liberty you could have, and I have too." She took his hand. "You won't lose me. I'll never leave you because I know you won't leave me."
He looked into her rainbow eyes. They were even brighter then before and he could see all the colors of the spectrum now. Bahamut smiled and kissed her.
"You are so wise, my rainbow."
"A gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do to keep her man, Goldy. Now, are we going to stand here all night?"
Bahamut opened the door. "After you." He followed her in.
"Honeys! We're home," Bahamut said.
They went directly to the living room where Kit, Kay and their guests were seemingly talking. Well, actually they might not have been talking, but they were obviously not having sex... yet.
"Where were you?! I was worried sick," Jean said, jumping out of the couch. "Well, ok maybe not worried sick, but still anxious."
"We decided to wait for you for the party," Kat said.
"The 3 stooges especially wanted to wait, to see you at your fullest," his lovely wife added.
"Oh you shouldn't have. You should just have gone ahead," Angelhart said.
"Well, if that's all the gratitude you have," Kay said with false anger, turning to her man, "looks like we'll have to make up for lost time." With a big smile, she then dived into her man's lap, taking the momentarily limp meat whole in her mouth and making Kit jump back in surprise and ecstasy, laughing.
"You might be the eternal couple," Shirlee commented on the display of love, "but your technique is all wrong. You have to go slow. Let me show you." She kneeled on the couch and took Kat's growing shaft in her hands, rubbing it slowly, playing with the ball pouch beneath it. The cat purred at this and laid back, spreading his legs, leaving the grey mouse all the space she needed. She fondled the meat for a few moments, feeling it pulse in her hands from base to tip. She gave it a quick lash of her tongue, a teaser for what was to come.
Kay glanced in the other couple's direction and smiled. "I don't agree. You're just torturing him that way. Besides," she added, turning to look her mate in the eyes, "my man has the most retention power and stamina of all Yiffberg... Well, maybe second since Bahamut's arrival." She turned to the dragon and he needed slightly. He had taken a seat on a small green couch he had morphed under him, with Angelhart on his lap. "If he wants to him keep it in, it's his call, not mine."
Shirlee took the head of the cock in her mouth, sucked it for a few instants and released it, making the orange cat pant strongly in passion and desire. She always did this to him, making him crave for more but her just teasing him until the last instant. A game of cat and mouse. The wait was well worth the result however. And he loved to feel her rugged tongue along his cathood, lapping the precum but never offering full release, making the bliss last for a long as possible.
On the other side, Kay was going at it like crazy. The fox's game was very different. She did all she could to make him cum: licking and sucking, rubbing his balls, feeling him all over, using every trick she knew to make him release. Trying to smoke out the fox out of its hole. On the other side, he tried to keep it all in, moaning, screaming, never afraid to express his pleasure and in a sense, taunting her but never offering his warm cream filling she so desired.
Both girls went at their own pace, but they were nearing their goal at the same speed. Finally, Shirlee decided that her man had enough and engulfed it all in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, taking it as far as she could before releasing it all but the tip, which she kept in her mouth, licking it, sliding her tongue along the slit before downing on it again.
The female fox could feel the pressure building. She gave it her all, licking all around the base, the balls, along the length, sucking the head of the cock, using her hands to play with the balls, rubbing his chest and feeling his buttocks. He shouted even more now, rocking his hips in rhythm with the sweet mouth, grabbing the couch pillows tightly, trying to keep the pressure inside.
He finally failed.
As Kay was taking a long lap along his cock, it burst into a warm stream of sweet fluids, spraying him, her and the couch. She quickly took the shaft whole in her mouth, tasting as much juices as she could, but still letting some excess flow along her chin. The build up had been so long that now, it didn't seem to ever want to stop. The foxhood kept sending out wave after delicious wave of semen into Kay's mouth. After an eternal moment, the final drops finally left him, leaving Kit panting in the couch, cock shiny from Kay's saliva and remains of semen, happy like only release can bring.
On the other couch, the mouse was doing all she could to bring her man to orgasm. Using her own personalized technique, which she knew effective, she licked and sucked and also slightly bit on the head of Kat's cathood, not enough for him to actually feel pain, but sufficiently to give him a tingle in his spine. The teeth were usually enough to make him blow his load and today was no exception. As he spilled his cream, she took the rod out to the edge of her mouth, making it splash inside it, jerking it at the same time to milk him for all he was worth. The mouse managed to drink it all, not dropping a single drop.
Kat was now empty and laid back on the couch like Kit before him. He motioned for Shirlee to join him, which she did by climbing over him. They passionately kissed before Shirlee realised something was missing. She turned to the other guests.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh just... enjoying the view," Jean replied.
"This isn't a show," Kit said, before rectifying, "well, not ONLY a show. It's a party and you should have fun too."
"This display was gratifying enough," Merld replied. "Well, unless..." He turned to look at Bahamut, hinting. The golden dragon turned to look at the squirrel. She didn't reply or even nod. She smiled. They understood each other perfectly.
"Oh so subtle," the dragon metamorph said. "Alright, let's do this... and you. In fact, I'll take all of you at the same time."
"Alright, we finally get to feel the legend in action," Jean said.
"None for me, please," Pierre de Levis, the bear, said. "I only want my mate Jean to mate with me. You're free to do him as much as you want however."
"It's sort of an agreement they have," Merld explained.
"I understand and respect that."
The four males remained still for a moment. Anticipation, anxiety and maybe a hint of discomfort could be felt. Pierre finally broke the ice. He laid on the couch on his back, legs parted, rear lifted and growing cock in view. He desired that lapine cock inside him. Not one to make others wait, Jean jumped at the occasion. He licked his mate's balls and went downward from there, reaching his tight hole.
The rabbit had never backed out of an experience. Even though he didn't expect much out of it, he had tried licking his pal's rear end, to lubricate it. He had found it surprisingly less disgusting as he expected. The bear always kept himself clean as a whistle and although he still expected a strong taste, it was somewhat mild. Jean felt it gave the relation a special meaning and didn't mind it at all. He always licked all around the ring, giving the other a taste of what was to come, before pocking his tongue in and twisting it all around. Pierre loved the moist feeling inside. It may be short, but was a fun teaser for what was to come.
At full erection, the rabbit was finally ready to jerk it in. He placed himself at the lubricated entrance and pushed only once, hard, making Pierre jump in ecstasy. He then mentioned at Merld to come near him. The racoon approached and Jean took his shaft into his mouth. Merld never knew what to expect from Jean but always knew it was going to be great. Just the feeling of heat around his cock almost made him blow at that very moment, but he kept himself steady, knowing the best was to come.
Bahamut knew this was his cue. He approached Jean and grabbed his hips, placing the tip of his rather large cock at the entrance of his tailhole. He made it slick with saliva by making some tongues appear all over it and licking it. He had devised this technique about a century ago, because it was practical and also, he had been curious about what dragon cock tasted like. After all, so many other furs had tasted him, and he had tasted many others. Apart from the taste, which he found not bad, he realised it was a great way to lubricate. Now, it had become kind of his trademark move. Satisfied, Bahamut slowly pushed himself inside, not wanting to hurt his friend. He was surprised to find him sufficiently stretched to accept what size he normally used.
It's not size that counts, it's what you do with it. Still, it's even better to have both attributes. As he entered, he felt a bit inadequate for the tailhole. It seemed Pierre was not always on the bottom, but it didn't matter. He made his dragonhood swell inside of the rabbit as he inserted it deeper and deeper. Jean couldn't believe the feeling. He had not been penetrated so good for ages! And he knew it was only the beginning.
Looking over to the group, all four watchers became increasingly horny. "I want you inside me, now!" both females said at the same time, turning to their respective males. They didn't need more encouragement. Shirlee got up and placed Kat's pleasure rod just below her opening, slowly impaling herself on it. On the other couch, Kay turned her back to Kit, bended and wiggled her butt. Kit jumped to the occasion, literally, slipping his meat in her butt hole. It seemed they had a similar relation as in oral sex: some slow and steady, others fast and tangy.
Bahamut had not started pumping but Jean was already trying to rock himself back and forth. The dragon wanted to ready himself completely beforehand however. Extending part of his crotch area into another cock, he led it to Merld's backside, forming a partial waist with hands, grabbing his hips. The racoon had his eyes closed and was surprised, almost losing his concentration and spilling inside Jean's mouth. Almost. Slowly, expecting more resistance then the racoon, Bahamut entered his love hole, feeling the tightness of his anal ring all around his cock. Two down, one more to go.
He turned to Angelhart, mentioning for her to come over. She did as asked and Bahamut extended part of him again to come and kiss her deeply. He brought her against the wall and kissed her chin, her neck and shoulders and then her breasts. He licked all around her, feeling her, making her moan, going down ever so slowly until he finally reached his goal. He was ready.
It happened all at once and surprised everyone but the dragon. All his extended cocks started vigorously pumping in their respective furs. He jammed his meat as far as he could inside the rabbit in front of him, pushing him even further inside Pierre the Levis. At the same time, he drove his other cock deep inside Merld's ass, lifting him a bit, surprising both the racoon and the grey rabbit who had his cock inside his mouth. All three moaned loudly, Jean being a bit muffed.
The intensity of the dragon's pumping was affecting the whole group and made them grunt harder then before. Jean couldn't even manage to pump property anymore since Bahamut was doing more of it for everyone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he pitied his bear mate for not wanting to share himself with anyone else then him. It was quickly overwhelmed however by a strong thrust that made him lose Merld's cock and howl out like a wolf to the moon. He quickly got back hold of it however, not wanting to lose a precious drop when he would release.
Angelhart was not left out either. He offered her his tongue, licking all around her slit, inserting it inside and extending it to increasing sensitivity. It brought back memories of the moments before. The squirrel felt her legs fail from the pleasure, but Bahamut would not let her fall. He held her against the wall. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his strong arms, fully confident that he wouldn't drop her.
The four other furs were quite surprised at what was unveiling in front of them.
"So, it would seem the rumors were true," Kit said.
"Don't worry my fox, I'll never get tired of you."
"And you," Kat asked to his mouse.
"Once you've tasted cat, you never want to go back," she replied enthusiastically. From the other end, they hear Merld say: "That's because you've never tasted dragon!" She didn't shift his attention however and didn't leave Kat a chance to either. The mouse lifted herself and dropped once again to prove her statement, making her mate purr and start rocking his hips in unison with Shirlee. She was so light that he could lift her and pump better. The slick sensation was bringing them both close to their orgasm.
"So tight," Kit thought as he pumped in and out of Kat's ass hole. Although they yiffed so much, she had remained surprisingly tight, inexplicably so, as if each time, she was a virgin. And what more, she purposely tightened her anal ring to increase both their pleasure. She loved to feel that hot rod dig deep inside her canal, just waiting to release it's fluids. They pumped as fast as they could, kissing each other at the same time.
Bahamut was pushing ever so harder into all three of his hosts. He had decided not to prevent his release like he usually does. Instead, he would fill the boys with the hot cream they so wanted. The tight feeling around the cock inside Jean was incredible. He could feel himself coming near the edge but just kept it in a bit more, just to coordinate a simultaneous cum.
He pumped more furiously inside the racoon, who just couldn't bare the pressure anymore and was the first to cum inside his friend's muzzle. The rabbit sucked eagerly on the racoonhood, taking all the warm oozing cum he can. Merld grabbed the cock head before him and pumped as much as he could, slashing the warm mouth with his semen.
The dragon's strong drive inside Jean pushed him harder and harder inside Pierre, who loved the attention. He had never felt so much energy out of his lover, although not all of this was his. The bear was grabbing the couch tightly, clenching his teeth to prevent from roaring loudly, which always scared the people around. He could feel himself going over and had a thought in the back of his mind about stains on couches as well as claw marks. It didn't last long however as he finally shot his load on the Boodle's furniture. He couldn't resist roaring softly as he let his male juices stream out under him.
Bahamut smiled, thinking "two down, two to go". He split the cocks inside of Jean to smaller tentacle ones that felt all around his anal cavity. Jean jerked in surprise and the new tingle he now felt in the ass was enough to spill his load. He grabbed tightly and pushed himself as far as possible into the bruin under him, filling him with his hot cream, before falling over him. He gave Pierre a kiss on the neck, who looked up. They both smiled tenderly at each other before kissing.
Bahamut was now tonguing furiously at Angelhart's slit, lapping at the precum she was oozing. He made her squirm in delight with each new tongue lash. She now grabbed his head strongly, wrapping her legs around it. The dragon kept licking and sucking around the sensitive parts, separating his tongue to cover more ground, until she finally spilled it all. He drank avidly her sex juices, enjoying the taste, making it move around his mouth before drinking it.
They had all came and now it was his turn. Without further a due, the dragon released his big load inside both Merld and Jean at the same time. Wave after wave, he filled their butts with his love, making them smile and squirm from the warm sensation. He was very happy as well. Feeling those cute and tight butts around him was paradise.
The two other couples were now seemingly in competition: who can cum (and make their mate cum) the fastest. The males were both driving their meat madly inside their wanting females. The Boodles finally won the battle (again) as they both came at the same time. Kit drove his cock deep inside Kay's tight ass and held her tightly as he released his hot jizz inside her. In return, her own female juices flowed between her legs as well and they both shouted their joy in harmony.
Shirlee and Kat came good last. After all, in this kind of competition, there were no true losers, only winners. With that in mind, Kat exploded inside Shirlee, making her cum as well a few moments later. Their love for each other mingled inside the mouse's love canal.
They were spent, all of them. All except Bahamut that is, but he still acted tired, to make the people around him feel a bit more at ease. Not that they noticed him much, being lost in lust. They now all laid one on another. Kay was still joined to Kit as they hugged tightly, Shirlee was on Kat's stomach, kissing him, a fine line linking their once united part, the line breaking as soon as Bahamut looked at it. Jean was on top of a seemingly very satisfied bear, Pierre, who was roaring his delight softly. Merld was left a bit apart, in a nearby chair, but didn't feel badly about it. He just felt lucky to be able to experience all of this.
And finally, Angelhart had fallen into Bahamut's strong arms. She wasn't sleeping, but she was not far from dreamland. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rocked her like a child. She felt so warm, so safe, that she finally felt to sleep.
"Where is she sleeping," he whispered to Kit.
The fox looked over and was surprised by the sight for a moment. Then, silently, he led Bahamut up the stairs into the guest room. He placed the squirrel under the covers of the bed, kissed her one final time on the cheek and left on the tip of his toes, closing the door behind him.
Down stairs, the three stooges and Kat and Shirlee were getting ready to leave. Bahamut joined them on the doorstep.
"So, it was fun." "We had a blast." "Hope to see you soon." "We have to do this more often." "Good night."
And they left into the night, Kat and Shirlee on one side and the four others on the other. Contrary to their walk in the afternoon, they were all silent, all thinking about going back to their bed and sleep, except Bahamut who still stood as the odd one out. He couldn't wait to get back to write in his half novel.
Once arrived at their apartment, the three stooges left the dragon, who immediately took flight and reached his shop in mere moments. He unlocked it with a morph of his finger. Kevian seemed to have done a good job of closing it and Bahamut was glad. He didn't even check to see if the fabbit had left a message, he just wanted to go write immediately.
Kevian had anticipated this and had left the message on his study. Bahamut smiled as he opened the memo: "Business remained steady until closing time. I took the money with me since I didn't know where you put it and I wanted to prevent thievery (like that would happen here). I'll bring it back tomorrow. In the meantime, if you want, you can check out the receipts under the counter. Hope you had a good evening. Night Boss. Kevian August."
He put the letter aside and took his book, reading the last few lines. He realised he had been wrong. He wouldn't need to embellish his tale. This would be an autobiography and only that. He took his pen.
***
"People think that at my age, I've seen everything. To be honest, I had come to believe the same thing, before falling in love that is. After that, I saw everything with a different eye: places and people, even myself. I've discovered that everything has many aspects. Nothing is simple and that makes life worth living. I was blind and now, I see."
Taken from Bahamut San Dragons' "Sights and Sounds of Yiffberg"
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Angelhart remained in Yiffberg for only two days total. "Too short," Bahamut thought, before smiling. "Actually, any delay would be too short." She did want to remain longer, forever, but she knew her father was worried sick already. She promised to come back as soon as possible however.
As he stood with her at the train station, they thought about the last two days. Even though it was short, they did make the most of the time they spent together, in public as well as in private. Bahamut had offered to take her back home, but Angelhart declined: she had already her ticket and she didn't want to reveal him to her father yet. He understood.
They hugged, kissed one last time and she boarded the train. She sat next to the window, waving back to her uncle and sending a kiss to Bahamut. Then the train took off and slowly, she got away from Yiffberg.
"Don't worry Bahamut, you'll see her again."
"What if you were separate from Kay, not knowing when you can be together again?"
Kit understood the pain, although he had never really felt it. He put a hand to Bahamut's back and guided him out of the train station. The dragon looked up to the skies, closed his eyes and felt the warm feeling of the sun over his scales. She wouldn't want him to be sad, just as he wouldn't want her to be.
"Back to the shop?" Kit asked.
Bahamut sighed, not of despair but of satisfaction. He turned to his small friend. "No. To the park."