[This story's creational documantation is tagged at December 2009]

COMPOSITION FF-SxD 04

It was a hot summer day, perfect for cooking eggs or roasting marshmallows on the street. For any animal with fur at the time, it was the intolerable part of day when they couldn't stand being out in the sun for little longer than an hour. But for three dragons sashaying down the pavement of a busy road, talking and laughing boisterously amongst one another, it was all perfect. The sunlight was gleaming off their scales as they moved, taking up the whole sidewalk, but it wasn't like anyone else was out during that time anyway. The one on the far right was a short, green dragon with small, useless wings that protruded from its back; it moved with such fluidity that if one were to try and hug it, it would effortlessly slip out of the grasp like water. The one on the left was darkly rust-colored. It was busy talking and gesticulating both to his companions and no one in particular about matters that were important last week.

And right in the middle of them, hued a tannish-gold, tallest and lean as well as the most solemn of the three, was Dags, who swerved his head to either of his sides, trying to listen to his two other buddies each at the same time. Eventually, he just gave up, nodded occasionally or grunted in agreement, and tuned out. "Yeah."

The rusty dragon - whom was named Bronx - looked at him. "Yeah what?"

"Huh?" Now it was Dags' turn to look.

In response, it rolled its eyes and nudged Dags, hard, on the shoulder. Dags growled. "Tell us about her," it inquired.

"Tell you about who," he replied rather impatiently.

"You said you were meeting someone. Come on, spare us a dime for your grime, dude! Is she hot?"

"Oh, in this weather, I'm sure she is," chimed the green slitherer from the other side. This one was Hidder. It laughed at its own joke while Dags forced a chuckle of his own and scratched at the back of his head.

"Well, actually..."

"Wait, let me guess," it continued, slinking like the serpent it was between two oncoming anthros that were walking arm-in-arm. "I'm definitely seeing dog here."

He grunted a yes.

"Husky?"

He shook his head.

"Wolf?"

"No."

"Poodle?"

Bronx let out a snorting laugh that sounded half way between amused and disgusted. But still, it looked at Dags expectantly, waiting for an answer. So he gave them one.

"Shove a tail in it already," he said with a slight hint of a tone.

Hidder chuckled, but otherwise slithered on in a rare silence.

After a couple more seconds, he became aware that the rust-colored dragon was still looking at him. "What."

"You alright, dude? I mean, you seem a bit tense. What, did you have to tie her up and bang her sideways so that she'd learn to sit still on your first date?"

Just then, Dags snapped his head at it and glared menacingly with mere slits for eyes. He uttered a deep growl. "Fuck off." And when it only grunted and shrugged at him, it only seemed to heighten his anger. "It's none of your damn business."

"Selfish wyrm," the green one muttered (Fortunately for it, Dags didn't hear).

Defensively, the rusty dragon held up its hands and took a step back. "Alright, dude, take it easy. Sheesh, I was only messing."

Dags would've had something more to say had a familiar figure walking down the street on the opposite side of the road not caught his eye. For a moment, they widened, but before the others could wonder and turn to see what he was looking at, he quickly regained his pose. "You know, why don't you guys just go on without me. I... I just remembered there's something I have to do."

His two accomplices looked bemusedly at one another then turned back to him. "But Dags, we were all going to the club," said Hidder, his ears drooping a little. "You gotta see the new dancer they just hired. Siberian tiger! Don't tell me you're about to pass that up."

Dags had to admit that he said he'd go, but he didn't really want to - the only reason the other two understood his reluctance was because they thought he had a girlfriend. But from the way their conversation had quickly turned sour, he'd suddenly lost all excitement at the opportunity to stuff money down another anthro's underpants just so they'd turn their eyes in his general direction. "You can tell me all about her. But I'll catch you both later."

They stood appalled for a moment longer before Bronx huffed out gruffly at him. "Whatever, dude. Come on, man," he said nudging the slitherer beside him. "Leave Dags to his boyfriend."

It took only a split second for it to register, and when it did, Dags was quickly upon him. "What'd you say!" He stood baring his teeth, but neither of them were intimidated.

"Fuck you, Dags." And with that, they scampered down the sidewalk and turned the corner, disappearing from view. For what seemed like a while, Dags simply stood there, furious at first, then worried all of a sudden. Did they know?

Of course not. How could they?

I don't know... that first night, I mean... it was an open alleyway. And in my apartment, there was... all over the bed! And the shower, too!

They wouldn't know unless they're like that too, to go sniffing around your bed and shower like that.

...I suppose so.

Quit being such a pussy and go to him already.

Dags obeyed himself, and darted across the street. His friend had passed him by, and was walking with his paws tucked in his pockets, away from him. "Shale! Hey, Shale!"

The greyhound whipped his wedge-shaped head around, instantly scanning for the familiar voice. It didn't take long to find it, for it was very hard to miss seeing a lean dragon barreling towards him. "Dags!" Immediately, his eyes sparkled as they met, and Shale, caught up in the moment, quickly drew in his friend in a warm, manly hug.

Caught in the embrace, Dags' body stiffened. "Erm, Shale, what're you -"

And then the switch flipped off in Shale's brain, and at once, he let go, feeling somewhat abashed. They day suddenly felt a lot hotter as he nervously cleared and scratched at his throat. "Sorry," he said.

Dags turned his head back around from the corner in which his companions disappeared. In being released, he heaved out a large breath. "Don't sweat it."

"I just might," Shale frowned, shading his eyes and looking up at the sky. "It's really hot today." When Dags only blinked at him in agreement, he had to move on to another subject. "So how've you been?"

"I've been better," he replied. "But now that you're here, I guess it's not all bad." He smiled a toothy grin then figured - what the hell - and spread a wing to embrace Shale with as they continued walking. If anyone asked, he'd say he was keeping him in the shade.

"You looked like you were on your way somewhere. I thought it might be you, but I wasn't quite sure. And it looked like you were having a blast with your friends; I didn't want to interrupt anything." Surreptitiously, Shale realized he was apologizing.

Dags snorted. "Oh... them," he said bitterly.

At the sound of his change in tone, Shale looked up at him. "What is it," he asked. But Dags never told him. He didn't need to. The way the big dragon ruffled his wings and looked off to the side told him plain as if he'd said it aloud. "They don't know," he said flatly.

"I told them I was seeing someone," Dags simply put. "I didn't want to make them any more curious."

"Why, because they wouldn't appreciate the fact that I have nuts?"

The dragon forced a small laugh and allowed several moments to pass before speaking again. "They're kind of narrow-minded. Anyway... don't worry about it. They probably wouldn't know if it came to bite them on the tail."

"And what about you?"

The question caught Dags off-guard. "What about me?"

He shrugged, looking down at the ground to hide his face. "Are you comfortable with it?" He kept on walking with his head down before the sun hit him again. Startled, he looked back to see Dags staring at him a few feet away, clearly offended.

"You think I would if I wasn't?"

Immediately, Shale felt like ice cream that had just been licked off its cone and onto the hot pavement, slowly melting away. "Well, n-no... I mean, I was just saying -"

"Well, don't," the dragon snapped.

Shale felt it best not to reply to this, and only kept on walking sulkily. The dragon hesitated for a second, but then picked up its pace to walk beside him again. His decision not to talk proved to be the right one, when after a while, Dags let out a sigh. "I'm sorry," he grumbled. "I've just been a little stressed with people getting on my case a lot. Since that night behind the bar, I..."

"It's alright," said Shale, keeping his gaze focused ahead. He thought of slowing his pace when the dragon's wing began pushing him forward. Dags was leading him somewhere. "Where we going," he finally asked.

Dags lifted the corners of his mouth. "It's a surprise," he said. "A little place I found myself a little while ago. You ever been outside the city before, Shale?"

He shook his head, puzzled. "Well, maybe once or twice in my life. I've always considered myself to be a city-dweller, though. Why?"

Dags chuckled. "You need to get out more often. Everyone's so busy in their own little world, no one ever comes by anymore... which is good mostly, but I never really liked to go alone all the time."

Perhaps it was the fact the Dags needed some comfort. He could use a little himself. Maybe because now that Dags had mentioned it, he really was curious to see what it was like. And the thought of going with a big, strong dragon like him, well... Shale didn't need any further persuasion. "Lead the way, big guy!"

Dags was happy to oblige, and led Shale around a bend, through a seemingly endless network of alleyways and buildings. At times, he had to stop and rethink his position, but then quickly continued onward. It was about a fifteen-minute walk before they found themselves particularly dark back way, and Dags seemed to be the most apprehensive here. He swerved his neck every couple of seconds to look behind them and see if anyone else was following. "I can't get this feeling out of my head," he whispered almost loud enough to hear.

The long corridor ended with an almost pitch-black tunnel and a locked door. Shale's heart was beating faster, and he felt nervous for no real reason he could identify. His ears were up and alert, listening for any sounds. He was hopelessly lost... for all the years he spent in the city, he knew he wouldn't be able to find his way back from this place without Dags' help. He kept close. Was this really a smart idea?

With nothing but a grunt, Dags took the flimsy padlock in his hand and yanked the door loose on its hinges. The metal clamoring to the ground made Shale jump.

Definitely... most definitely, a smart idea.

However, when Dags tried the door, it still wouldn't budge. He leaned his weight on it and pushed harder, and the door only creaked in acknowledgement. "Help me out here," he said. And Shale, deciding that he'd already gotten his paw too deep to turn back now, took a place beside his friend.

On the third budge, the door finally gave way. Instantly, Shale was blinded by a solid ray of light that flooded though the entire corridor. Once his vision came to, his jaw suddenly dropped in astonishment. Just on the other side was a plain meadow carpeted with soft grass and nothing but the sound of branches rustling to the wind and bird calls in the air. Not another anthro was in sight and though they've only walked for fifteen minutes, the city already looked so far away.

Dags stepped out and shaded himself from the light with a wing. "It's a lot more... natural, than I expected."

"It's... it's..." And not even bothering to finish the sentence, he looked over at Dags. "You kept this all to yourself?"

The dragon scratched at its neck. "Well, not all to myself. Not anymore, anyways. You're here with me right now, aren't you?"

Shale felt like blushing, making him unable to produce a straight answer. "I don't see anyone else around."

"Thank god for that."

When Shale turned around to ask Dags what he meant, he found the dragon standing surprisingly close to him. He caught a faint glint of worry in his eyes.

"Do you... like it?" he asked.

The hound grinned, turned around, and snuggled his back warmly against Dags' chest, pressing themselves close together. "It's wonderful," he said, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. For some reason, the sun felt warmer and less intense here. His short fur waved and pricked to the soft gusts of wind. "I never knew such a place was even... and so close too."

And then Dags wrapped his wings around them as he put both his hands around Shale's side, clasping them together over his abs. He planted a small play-nip on the side of his neck. It sent a chill down Shale's spine. "Glad you like it. I've been waiting for someone... really special... to take here with me."

Shale was flustered. "Oh, Dags."

The big dragon returned to skimming his snout over Shale's neck, keeping him locked facing forward in his embrace. All the while, a soft thrumming sound filled Shale's ears. Something pleasantly wet and cool ran glided up to his throat, soft kisses dotting their way up until Dags had his neck lowered down to under Shale's chin to sniff, lick, and nip inquisitively. Shale was almost embarrassed, for he'd sweated that day and could feel a heat accumulating where his partner was snuffling.

"You smell nice," came a low, muffled voice below him. "Taste great too."

Shale, with his eyes still closed, smiled dreamily and sighed. He lifted an arm over his head and around Dags' neck behind him and tilted his head up to face him. Though he couldn't see, he could still sense that Dags was staring back at him intently. Passionately. He could feel his breathing on him. Smell it stronger than the grass, flowers, and trees around them.

Just as Shale thought to open his eyes, the gentle wetness returned to push slightly against the tip of his muzzle. From his mouth, the dragon drew air as he slipped his moist tongue between his lips.

The connection was made. Shale adored how curiously Dags' tongue explored the inside of his mouth, sweeping all around to collect his taste. Shale's own tongue joined the dance, and their linked mouths widened so that the eager greyhound could rub it against his partner's, pressing it against his sharp teeth, and letting it loll there.

Dags released his clasped hands, leaving one to hang on to the rim of Shale's pants while the other went off, under Shale's thin shirt, to do some more exploring. The way such strong hands could so gently and teasingly flick, massage, and pinch his nipples filled him an ecstasy that made his tail wag vigilantly. While the paw that held Dags' neck pressed a little harder to intensify the pressure behind the kiss, he rested his other paw over the hand that was hanging by its thumb on his pants rim, just to let him know that he approved and that it was okay.

By some subconscious means, Dags got the message, and wasted no time in fumbling clumsily with the belt buckle and zipper that stood in the way of reaching his goal. Despite its gauche maneuvering, he worked slowly, letting the fabric literally unfold itself. The button popped and two fingers then slipped in to veeerrrry slowly pull the zipper down. Still engaged in their liplock, Shale let out a moan.

The rush proved to be too much for either of them. Unless they wanted to make it a contest, they had to lie down. And that, they did, when Dags had finished with the zipper, he lingered his tongue in for as long as he could, sucking lightly on his lower lip, before freeing himself so that he could take Shale and plop themselves down on the tickling grass.

At first movement, Shale's pants dropped off. Immediately, he thought himself to cover his half-naked body, but then stopped when he saw Dags' smile spread across his face. It was a radiating smile, and that was when Shale realized that Dags hadn't looked down yet to glimpse his already exposed two inches of pink manhood.

Why? Shale thought he knew; out here, out in this open space with no one around for miles - out here, where it was only the two of them, together, there was nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of. Trees didn't judge them, the wind has no eyes, and the grass waved them on to continue however they please. The idea encouraged Shale to take off his shirt, pulling it over his head so that he was now completely bare. Also kicking his old trousers away, he tossed it absently aside just as Dags was about to move in on him again.

"Not so fast, dragon," Shale said with a grin. "It's your turn to show."

Dags regarded him for brief moment, almost shocked, before he knew that he'd been had. Shale knew he must be going through the same thought process about this new sense of freedom. Once he'd made up his mind, his smile returned and said simply, "Of course."

Shale was kneeling in the grass, completely nude, feeling nothing but the cool wind on his body. With a knuckle on the ground to support him, with his other hand, Shale was busy pawing himself off as Dags undressed... slowly, for his viewing pleasure.

First, he threw off his shirt. That was always the first thing to go with him. The way Dags' muscles rippled in the sunlight made Shale slide out oh himself even faster.

Dags couldn't help but notice at how worked up Shale had become. "Like what you see so far?"

Shale could've blushed and denied it, but there was no lying about how fast he'd just exposed his full length at the sight of his love stripping for him. So he just nodded and licked at the sides of his mouth instead.

Dags smirked as he gazed down the length of his body as his fingers grasped the zipper of his baggy cargo pants and pulled down.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzip.

Shale had to lick his lips again. They were getting dry so irritably fast.

Behind him, Dags' tail was whipping around excitedly. He beckoned Shale closer with a finger. "Come on then. I got the hard part done."

For all his might, Shale was powerless to disobey. Dags was leaning with is back on the ground, and on his signal, Shale leapt forward and straddled him, his own back side towards Dags so he could face the pants that would soon be off.

Shale's hands were nearly trembling with anticipation as he leaned down for a closer view. As he moved lower, their bodies rubbed together - lubricated by the pre oozing from Shale's cock - until his buttocks was right in Dags' face, and a bulging dragon crotch was in his.

In a manner trying to mirror the way Dags had stripped for him, with great patience, he slowly peeled back his love's pants back until, sure enough, a whole seven and a half-inch's worth of pure dragon masculinity popped out to greet him. Shale had almost leaned in too far, as the tip of Dags' cock prodded him playfully in the eye.

Get that puppy to sit still, thought Shale happily. And just to teach it a lesson, the greyhound dug his muzzle in at its base. He took a deep breath, whiffing up the scent of his musky virile. "Uhh, yeahh..."

Shale's body was moving slightly up and down, as Dags' chest was heaving and bucking from under him. The greyhound's exposed rim was mere inches away. And the dragon was getting hungry again. Gulping, Dags lifted his hands to Shale's thighs, scooting him up just a bit farther so he could reach.

The dog moaned his approval.

In between Shale's cheeks, the large dragon poked its snout. Then stuck out its tongue.

"Oh!" Shale's entire rear end lifted up in astonishment, and then sank back down. "Ooooohh..."

Dags smiled from within the bowels of his friend. He stuck out his tongue again and flicked it against that tight, pink rim. Tickling at first, then nudging, then actually trying to squirm its way inside. Hmm... not slick enough. The reptile tongue came out, licked up, down, and around the pulsating hole, then tried again. His tongue penetrated and wriggled about inside.

"My god... What the... what are you doing down there," whimpered Shale. "Oh, god... whatever it is... don't stop!"

Dags had no intention to.

Meanwhile, Shale was gripping the mighty dragon's dick with on hand, invoking a small flow of pre, which he eagerly lapped up. What Shale loved most about Dags was his openness to both try - and succumb to - new things. Shale had no idea what his partner was doing on the other side, but he simply loved how, whenever Dags did something, it benefited the both of them.

Dags nursed the hole as a dog nurses its pups. He licked it clean, nice and wet. Sucked at it, until the rim was red and throbbing. He drew back his neck to admire his work, and with a satisfied grunt, moved Shale up farther so he could finally get a piece of that perpendiculated meat below. His experienced tongue wrapped around it, caressed it, stroked it, tugged at it, then pulled it into his mouth.

The two were engaged in an affectionate sixty-nine, and that way, they stayed for some minutes, sucking each other off as any newborn animal mimics, to get at the precious milk from within.

When Shale decided to return the favor of whatever Dags did to his rim by slipping a hand underneath the dragon, between his cheeks, and around his tailhole, Dags knew he wouldn't be able to hold off any longer. There was a certain spot and a certain technique only Shale knew that, when provoked, would make him come rivers. "Oh, man! Please, don't! You'll make me -"

Too late, Shale slipped his fingers inside, worming their way. One, two, three. Dags moaned out loudly. As loud as he dared. After all, who would hear? "Aaah! Ohhh, fuuuck!"

Startled, Shale withdrew, thinking he'd hurt his mate. "What's the matter?"

Dags was panting. "You stopped! That's the matter!" Shale giggled and continued as he was, but not long after, Dags had to give his fair warning. "Oh, Shale... I'm gonna come soon! You're making me... that feels... ooohh!"

Shale immediately put his mouth his Dags' sensitive tip. "I'm ready!" Then, Shale found the spot inside him. He rubbed at it.

From underneath him, Dags roared. A vociferous cry. And right on sync, a gush of hot, white cum leapt out at him. Shale was quick to lick up the sprays, but apparently, not quick enough. As he caught a greater portion of the creamy load, some of it splattered on his face, webbing on his muzzle and hand. A remarkable nine spurts were released, each more intense than the last. Shale swallowed and swallowed.

The warmth that traveled down his throat continued on down, right between his legs, helpless to hold his ejaculation back any longer. He tried to tell Dags he was about to come, but his mouth was still attached to his love's cock. So he simply let it go.

The fact that Shale's dick was pointing down at Dags' face made him shoot even faster. The dragon was caught a little by surprised, allowing some of it to spill across his snout before he was able to take it up in his mouth again. Hot jets of cum burned down his throat, and soon, after five bursts, he became overwhelmed as the excess cum spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle. The two anthros drank their fill that hot, summer day.

When the waves were over, all that remained was a wonderful afterglow. The two of them basked in each other's glory for a while, waiting for other to catch his breath before speaking. With the wind drying off the splattered cum they'd missed, they were quickly cooled off to the point where they huddled together again. Dags spread a wing over them and Shale pulled it up as if it were a blanket.

At last, Shale broke the silence. "Dags, I... I don't know how I'm supposed to explain this, but..."

Dags looked squarely at him. "But what?"

Shale pulled in closer to the dragon's tough body. "It's a little weird. I get this feeling when I'm around you, it's like I..."

Dags snuggled in even closer, ever closing the gap between them. His eyes scanned him soothingly enough for him to finally finish the sentence.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Dags blinked, coiling his head back, before giving off a small chuckle and licking Shale between the eyes, around the muzzle, and on the tip of his snout of any traces of leftover cum. "You're a great guy, Shale. And I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you."

Content with his answer, Shale put an arm around Dag's side and curled up under his wing.

But Dags would soon have to remember his promise, as a rust-colored shadow peeking from the depths of the busted doorway quietly slinked back into the darkness, eyes unbelieving as it muttered words over and over again in its brain as if it were some sacred chant: Dags is a fag. Dags is a fag. Dags is a fag...