So it Begins
This is my first story here at Yiffstar. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is also my first non poetry item submitted to any kind of public viewing so please critique me. Most of the spelling errors should have been taken care of, but there might be some grammar mistakes. If you find them please ignore them, but if they're that huge then message me.
If two dragons getting it on or some gun action offends you then how did you stumble onto this website and why have you clicked far enough in to be reading this?
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"And so the mighty and infamous gunman of the White Sun finally falls to the heat of the desert" Said a gruff voiced wolf as it slowly circled a prone figure laying face up on the sun baked earth and scraggly brush, with a hat covering its face and a heavy but rather tattered black cloak covering the rest. The wolf prodded the cloak with the tip of his rifle and laughed until he heard the click of a revolver being loaded and ready.
"Not dead yet pal." Came a deep and tired voice from under the hat. Two shots echoed in the surrounding area and the figure picked himself up. "Gotta use better bullets than that to take me down."
White Sun looked down at the grey furred wolf now bleeding from a neat hole in its eye. He leaned down and examined the rifle. It was in good condition so he took it along with the ammo pack tied to the hide pants and tucked it into one of his empty holsters. He pulled a folded piece of paper from one of his many inside pockets and compared the picture.
"Hm, only five thousand. Wanted for kidnaping and a murder. This is pretty low class stuff for me. Oh well, some pocket money is good every now and then." The fur had actually stumbled across him completely by accident.
White felt the hole in his cloak and sighed. It was a custom job to conceal his wings tucked comfortably against the back of his spine accommodating jacket. The tip of one of his silver claws traced along the rim of his wide hat where his equally pale horns poked at an angle back through the top.
A neigh brought his attention to the wolf's horse. Without another glance back at the bleeding corpse, White went over and gently stroked its snout. On its back was tied a large sack which had just begun to wiggle of its own accord. This was his real job, it just so happened that the one that got in the way had a bounty on his head. He reached over and cut the cord with a flick, letting it fall securely into his other claw.
A tan fox cub tried to escape the burlap prison in fear and instead jumped straight into his arms, wearing just a few rags for clothes. She whimpered softly and clung desperately to his seven foot form. He held her for a few moments whispering reassurance.
"Are you alright Ruby?" White gently asked the child still holding him in a death grip and wrapped her in a blanket that was also tied to the saddle. She nodded and looked up into his strange, but sincerely concerned face. Both of his eyes were all white save for the black pupils and the rest was covered by cloth.
"Lets get you back to your parents little one." He set her on the saddle of the horse and took firm hold of the reins, gently leading the steed to the town a small ways north of them.
"Who are you? Are you really going to bring me home?" The twelve year old asked in a timid voice.
"I'm called White Sun, and don't worry, you'll be home before you know it."
Ruby was too exhausted from her ordeal to talk after that and sat partly asleep with him still leading. It started to get dark and he pulled off his cloak and set it on the horse who was not happy to receive another ninety pounds and glared at him until an apologetic pat calmed it a bit.
His now revealed form had dozens of weapons strapped and tied to it in various places. Pistols, rifles, blades, even two automatics and a shotgun. He hummed a gentle, wordless song. The same that had been sung to him almost eighty years ago.
White's quiet revere was broken however by the scent of sweating horses and some very angry furs. A cloud of dust arose from the direction where the bounty's cohorts rode towards him. Ruby was asleep so he staked the horse to the ground.
One of his better rifles came into his hands in a blink; it was a simple lever action with good range and stopping power. The first outlaw to drop fell crashing to the ground. Shouts came from the other five and they returned badly aimed fire. Another slumped in his saddle.
Small puffs of dust drew closer to him as the outlaws found their range. Horses as well as furs dropped as he pumped shell after shell into their charge. Only two were left once they passed him, the front one was catapulted from his seat when White dropped his rifle and pulled out a short blade and thrust it into the leader's chest.
Ruby screamed as the gunfire woke her and she saw the final outlaw charging with wild abandon. With seeming unnatural quickness, White dashed in front of the horse and sprung using the opposite foot straight into the face of his last opponent with wings spread to their fullest and short silver mane flowing.
The reason he had earned the name White Sun was because that in even the smallest amount of light, his scales would shine like the white hot sun. The panther didn't even know that his throat had been sliced, so quick had the cut been. He landed behind the tumbling body in a crouch, without any emotion showing on his face he cleaned his blade and retrieved his rifle.
Ruby was staring at him somewhere torn between fear and awe. Without a single word he went to his cloak to check if any of the outlaws had bounties placed on them, none of them did. This troubled him greatly as he went to one of them searching for any kind of useful information. What he assumed to be the boss carried with him a letter describing the pick up point and the one who would do the delivery.
Each of the outlaws wore a silver pendent depicting a serpent coiling itself around a sword. All were actually sharpened and long enough for use. White snatched the icons along with two of the outlaws sidearms that were still in working order and scanned the fine workings and fresh parts. By the time he was at last finished, the sun had set beyond the horizon.
"Why were those men trying to get me?" Ruby asked quietly, almost to herself as the horse was once more lead north.
Probably to ransom you back to your parents. They knew that your parents are rich and would be able to pay them for your safe return. White returned without looking back.
Couldn't my parents just pay them like they asked? He chuckled at the innocent logic. Clearly she had led a very sheltered life up to this point. There was nothing else to do so he kept talking.
No. There are a few reasons why that wouldn't work. One is that they might wait until the money was dropped and run off again. Another is that if they can get away with it, then what's stopping other thugs doing the same thing again and again? So your parents hired me so that I could stop that kind of cycle from starting.
White continued, voicing his concern about the men out loud. "I don't like these ones though. They're too well organized and equipped. A gang could include fifty furs and still not have access to this kind of information and influence."
"What makes you think that?" Ruby questioned rather astutely for her age.
"Being able to kidnap a daughter of a family as rich as yours without leaving a trace of who did it implies great luck, or a vastly overpowered gang."
She asked her next question rather haltingly. "Why are... um... your scales like that? I've seen dragons before, but none like you."
This time he looked back into her blue eyes and smiled. "It's the equivalent to albinos, except in a dragon. It allows my scales to reflect light in a very impressive way, but it also means that any extended exposure to sunlight will hurt me badly. There are other colors as well, but black is the most common."
In the clam of the early evening, with crickets just beginning their chirping tune, due in part to the question about his heritage, White couldn't help but remember back to when he was exiled.
He only went across the main bits in his memory briefly. Chain masters were feared for good reason. The technique was forbidden and in the act of saving someone, he had revealed his almost deadly secret. His clan had only been lenient because he had rescued an innocent. The one who taught him, vanished without a trace. Only until his reputation grew could he take on jobs like the one he was on now. And alone because of his title as chain master.
They were almost out of the badlands when White caught another scent. It seemed like roses and was quite pleasant. It was coming from a ruined house some ways ahead of them. Once more he staked the horse and went to see. "Stay here, and if anyone comes, just yell." Ruby nodded.
He pulled off more of his armored clothing, leaving him with just his pants and boots on. White had trained specifically so that with his heavy protection off, his agility nearly tripled. He wouldn't go unarmed though and he grabbed his cloak.
At last ready he cautiously went towards the broken down house. It couldn't have had more than a few rooms to it. One corner was collapsed and the door hanging lazily from the hinges, exposed bricks were spaced randomly around.
'What is that smell? By the Stormwatcher its good!' It was clearly originating from somewhere inside, and White could not get enough of it.
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Black Star grinned as she spotted the outlaw coming towards the house she had set up as an ambush point. The girl was with him as well, but the words, and the fact that she was unbound confused Black.
'That's probably how he got her to come with. Convince her that he is her savior or something.' Black thought to herself with contempt.
She just topped five feet with a fluid and well shaped body with long spine like protrusions that went to her mid back for hair and the precise opposite coloring of White. Instead of reflecting light, her void black scales seemed to cut through even the most starless of nights. Black still suffered though from fragility to the sun.
Her only weapons were two long barreled sidearms and her ripper blade, a truly harsh weapon, little more than an elongated chunk of steel with large spike like serrations designed to smash and tear at any target. Weight alone was usually enough to bring down a foe.
Black's mind strayed to other things though as her thoughts kept dwelling on her increasingly sensitive loins. She had come into season for the first time a few days ago, the truly urgent need to find herself a male was driving her mad. And while the smell of it had lured the transporter to her, she cursed it again.
Lightly garbed in only her white breast wrap and white leather pants for free movement, she looked out a crack in one wall at her target. The family that had hired her had given her a description of the girl who was kidnaped and the fur sitting on the bandit's horse fit it perfectly.
'Damn that fur is fine. By the looks of him he must be only a year or two older than me at most.' Black mentally slapped herself but couldn't take her eyes off him. A few moments later she was able to tear herself away and get to the side of the door with her ripper blade at the ready.
Black tensed when she heard the creaking of the boards outside the door, but was taken by total surprise when a section of the roof collapsed, sending splinters of wood and a shower of shingles and dust. Only when the cloaked figure charged her was she able to surpass her initial shock and swing her blade downward, an assured kill strike.
White whipped around and sent three chains flying around the ripper blade while still well out of range of what he assumed to be another outlaw's blade. With one claw holding the three chains restraining the sword he sent the other out with a catch chain to wrap around his attackers arms. All were heat stained black to blend in seamlessly with his cloak which housed all of them.
She saw this last assault coming and went backwards down the hole where the stairs to the basement led. He had not had time yet to anchor to the floor after so shortly falling through the ceiling, and was pulled in after her.
"Since when does a bandit gang have enough funds to hire a chain master?" Came the sweetly alluring voice of Black. Now the scent was stronger than ever and was distracting both of them. Before he could respond she leapt from behind a moldy support beam with a sweeping horizontal slash.
On reflex White went back far enough to be out of range and sent out a blade chan. But instead of hooking or cutting flesh, the very end flicked through Black's breast wrap sending it fluttering to the ground without a sound. He looked up and stared at her ample breasts, she could not have been far past one hundred years old. Barely old enough to have eggs, just like him.
Within seconds her face flushed with extreme embarrassment, which was all the more amplified by her beyond black scales. She gasped and pulled her wings around herself, not noticing that he had taken this opportunity to disarm her and have a blade chain poised at her throat.
She backed up slowly with him keeping his blades ready. Black nearly stumbled down the steps into the drying room down beneath the cellar, and he almost hit his head on the way down but kept his vigil. When she could go no further, backed against the far wall, he spoke.
"While I did enjoy that greatly." White said offhandedly as he felt his pants get tighter. "I must ask why you believe I work for any gang." She somehow blushed further and pulled her wings tighter, which only served to accentuate her curves to a greater degree. Light was not an issue as they could see each other clearly with their night accustomed eyes.
"Because I have been hired to retrieve a girl by the name of ruby from outlaws. You have her so you must work for them." Black was a fraction of an inch from opening her wings and taking him right then and there. His flowing movements and deadly skill by themselves might have made her chase him to the ends of the earth. The fact that he was lean and toned from pursuing such a dangerous profession pushed her that much closer to the edge.
"I was hired by the Spyridon family, were you?" White was just as close to the edge by the intoxicating aroma of what he realized to be her heat. The way she had evaded his chains so well and the deadly predator in her wonderful eyes alone would have had him fighting to the death any other male in a hundred mile radius to prove himself.
"Yes I was, quite well payed too." He was sure that she was telling him the truth, no one could fake that smell, and in the throws of such an instinct your mind isn't quick enough to come up with a believable excuse. White put away his chain and unclasped his cloak, letting it fall into his claws, revealing his entire upper body.
It was too much for Black to take, just looking at him made her heat cry out with the need to release. She had to reach up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull their muzzles together, kissing him with more passion than she thought possible. White at first taken aback, eventually leaned into the kiss and dropped his cloak off to the side.
Her serpentine tongue eagerly wrapped around his in a deep french kiss. She also unfolded her wings and pressed her breasts up against him. White took one claw and stroked her back, sending shivers of pleasing massage down her back while the other felt her well defined rump and supported her, slowly bringing her up. She seemed no lighter than a feather as with a gymnasts grace she wrapped her legs around him and her tail entwined with his.
To him Black's scales felt softer and smoother than the finest of silk as his claw continued to feel her back while she ran one of her own across his horns and back through his silver mane. All the while their kiss went on. The deep drying cellar provided perfect privacy.
Afer a few minutes of this, Black pulled her still fully flushed muzzle far enough away to press their foreheads together and talk, all the while panting from their exchange. "I'm Black Star. Who are you?"
White smiled greatly at this. "They call me White Sun." She smiled just as wide, both their reputations preceded them. They kissed again but he brought the hand from her back to squeeze her breasts. Her heat filled the room even more as juices began to flow down her legs as she groaned around his tongue with each movement.
His pants now were very taut and rather uncomfortable but he didn't care as he began to roll her tits in between his fingers, producing even louder moans from Black. He slowly lead her to the ground, never breaking the ever continuing kiss or his firm grip on her bottom. Both undressed the other, enjoying the feel of each others scales as the now sweaty clothes swept off with ease.
His virgin dragonhood teased the opening of her equally untouched sex briefly before he pulled it away. She whimpered mournfully at the denial, but gasped in pleasure unprecedented as White's tongue ran over her scaly slit before moving up flicking across her clit and up her belly.
Black's eyelids fluttered with the feelings of the careful teasing. She could do little more than hold on to him and occasionally dig her claws into his back. With a loud cry her first orgasm peaked as he ran his tongue into her wet insides, feeling and exploring their depths.
Sweet and sour seemed to meld in his mouth as White tasted her juices for almost two minutes. He moved slowly, running his claws over every inch of her that sent fresh ecstacy inducing waves through her.
At last he brought his now pulsing member to the entrance of her soaked lips and slid in, inch by inch. She was so lubed by her own fluids at this point that he slid the entire head in before meeting her virginity. He pulled out of her so slowly that it caused her to orgasm again, her lips tightening around the very edge of him before he became out of reach. White pushed back in, just as her peak was about to pass and brought her to a new level and renewed it twice over.
Using that wave of pleasure he deflowered Black so that the pain was barely noticed. A bit of blood mixed with pre drizzled out of her. She was so small compared to him that even one more inch might have been enough to hurt her, as it was the fit was airtight. White slid the rest of the way easily until meeting her cervix.
With even more care than before her penetrated into her womb, going another inch before hilting himself. Black managed to push herself up and her breasts were once again pressed up against him. For a time they just sat there, the feeling of fullness ran through every ounce of their beings.
White fit his claws to her hips and began to rock her in time with his thrusts, each second spent felt like hours as his orgasm rose higher and higher until breaking like a dam. They both roared in release as his seed flooded her womb from top to bottom, so much that her belly became slightly taut as it bulged. Her muscles rippled in her final peak as she milked him of every drop his balls could hold.
They both laid down with Black on top for a very long while as the afterglow consumed them utterly. With a wet slurp, she pulled herself off after what felt like an eternity. There was a well pump nearby so they washed each other and cleaned off their clothes, along with a bit of playful splashing.
White laid a claw on her still slightly round belly and gazed lovingly into her black and white eyes, while she put a claw on his and looked back into his white and black eyes.
"I think they should pay each of us a bonus for not telling that they had hired others for the same job." Were the first words spoken from Black.
"I wholeheartedly agree. They can't deny both of us together." He said with a laugh.
She laid her head against his warm body and murred with quiet contentment as they embraced with wings wrapped around one another for a while. The warmth kept them together until White broke the exchange and pulled on his clothes. With a mock chivalrous bow he turned his back for her to get dressed as she laughed at his jab at some of the more sophisticated manners of the rich families.
With a kiss White swept her up in his arms and leapt out of the hole easily. Black collected her things, now properly clothed in her own white coat and cloak, even hat. They strode out the door to have twenty gun barrels swivel to track them.
"So ye thought ye could jus' waltz inta our turf and snatch away our lil' prize?" The fur who spoke was a faded orange stripped tiger, who was holding a knife to Ruby's throat. She was tied up and clearly knocked out. White spread his arms in a ready stance while Black put both hands on her ripper sword. With one last look at each other, they grinned and he said a few words that would turn out to be more true than either of them could ever have thought possible.
"So it begins."
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Once more I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this series. I may have the next chapter ready sooner depending on my future time.