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Tannim and Ginger: The Dragon's Jewels by tannim September 3, 2012

Ginger swallowed hard. It was a scary thing to be without any income while having a fawn to raise. So much need and so little to fill it with. Her son was out gathering plants in the safe area of the forest. That left her alone to do what she felt she must, ask for money from one who probably had some to spare.

After wandering aimlessly, and avoiding Itchy, she'd finally found someone to beg from. A someone who was very much a dragon and who could probably eat her alive if he so chose. He didn't seem to notice her, but it was hard not to notice him as he was a bit more than twice her size with large wings, large tail, and sharp looking teeth. Dragons always had money.

Ginger couldn't really get a good look at him. Following him through the forest was a bit challenging with the undergrowth, but when he finally stopped in a clearing, she hurried out and dropped to her knees a few yards away and kept her head respectfully down. After a few moments, when she was sure she wasn't going to be eaten, the satyr dared look up at him.

He was staring right at her where he lay on his side, head propped up on one arm. "Hello to you too. That was quite an entrance."

Ginger took a deep breath, not the greeting she'd expected, but not bad either. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, sir... I live in this area and, well..." She sighed, may as well get the begging over with. "I am in dire need of money. My husband is long since gone and I have no income for myself or my son. There is so little work around here too. I know dragons tend to have some spare treasures, I do not need much and I'm willing to work for it. Can you spare some for me?"

"Sure, why not. I'm Tannim by the way, thank you for asking." The dragon climbed back onto all fours and stretched out, looking rather like a cat as he did. "And what's your name?"

Ginger's eyes went wide when she saw him stand. What she'd taken to be a lump of grass next to him turned out to be part of his body. His catlike stretch made it abundantly clear what part of his body as well as it dangled from his hind legs below his tail and trailed along the ground a few feet. It ended in a sort of lump at the end that could only be... his testicles.

She clamped both hands to her mouth as a sudden urge to laugh took over. Tannim's scrotum dangled like a rope with more than three feet between his groin and his balls. It was the most absurd looking male anatomy she'd ever seen and since Satyrs rarely wore clothing, she'd seen quite a bit of that male anatomy.

It took her several seconds to stifle the giggle, but she finally managed to answer with almost a straight face. "Sorry! I'm Ginger. I don't really have a lot of time, so I had to be blunt." Her eyes trailed from his face back to his groin and she couldn't stop the feminine squeak of laughter that escaped her hand covering her mouth again. "Sorry!"

Tannim looked back at his nuts laying in the grass, then at her. "Well now, Seems they amuse you..." He smiled. "I'm glad. They amuse me too. It's quite enjoyable having them like that. I can squeeze them and lick them and generally play with them however I like. I can even rub them over other people if I like." He strode closer to her and pressed his face to hers. "Such as your rather attractive figure."

The satyr blinked, backed away, looked at herself. "I'm not attractive. I'm freckled and fat with small breasts... You really think I'm attractive?" Ginger crouched and looked between his legs. He was certainly erect. He was also a lot more equine than she'd expected a lizard to be in the phallic region. "You DO! I don't think anybody has found me attractive other than that Itchy in years."

"Their loss. I quite like motherly figures." Tannim scratched at his balls with a hind leg, then jumped back and ran another several feet until his testicles finally drug away from the ant hill. "OH! Damned ants!"

Ginger ran forward, laughing and concerned at the same time. She grabbed the surprisingly soft dragon pouch and quickly brushed the ants off it. There were a lot of them crawling around it and she had to rub and flick the little things off for quite a while. They weren't actually biting him, just exploring the fleshy folds where excess scrotal flesh had bunched up.

Tannim looked back at her as she worked. "I suppose... If you'd like something for yourself, keep playing with those. Your hands are soft and quite pleasant." He hissed and swished his rump from side to side. "Although, I'd like to feel your lovely body against them too."

The motherly satyr hesitated, though they were already in her hand anyway. "But, I have a son. I can't really be that promiscuous anymore."

"I didn't say to let me mount you. You're just rubbing my scrotum, with your hands and... preferably your chest and attractive looking pudgy belly. Mmm... maybe your nether lips could give me a kiss there too. It's not really sex at all or anything to do with promiscuity." He turned his head to look away from her. "If you like, you can even consider it a very thorough search for more ants. You have to get them all off, after all."

Ginger giggled at that. It really was a good excuse. He was right, it wasn't sex... and it WAS hilarious somehow. Something about the absurd length just made her want to play with it to see if it really was real anyway. She ran her eyes over his swaying rump and his stiff erection swinging below him. He really hadn't asked her to do anything with THAT part of his groin and he hadn't made her touch his balls in the first place.

"Well, I guess that's alright." Ginger dropped the long section of his sack and simply grabbed the balls at the end a few feet away. She immediately squeezed them to her chubby belly and let the hot things sink into the soft fat there. "Like this?"

"Pretty much. Don't just play with the balls at the end, though, rub the ropey length behind them, too. The end isn't the only sensitive part."

It was too late to really stop, so she ran her left hand along the dragon's weird male pouch. Ginger could feel the cords inside easily while squeezing it. They were sort of bunched up inside rather than straight from his groin to his testicles. A curious tug showed that he could be a lot longer if he wanted to be as there was plenty of loose skin for stretching.

He watched her patiently, happy to let her explore, and Ginger did just that. A tentative sniff at the sack gave her a hint of his musk. Holding them in front of her and letting them swing in the breeze had her laughing again. Cupping the pair of oranges at the end was pleasant, too. She rather enjoyed the way they spread around her hand individual when she let them.

A glance at him again, and her rather too good a view under his tail and between his hind legs, reminded her what she was supposed to be doing with them. Ginger touched the warm testicles to her right breast, then smiled. They were quite soft against her chest.

Pressing harder, she enjoyed feeling her flesh indent around Tannim's balls. Even better, his scrotal rope brushed against her chubby belly quite pleasantly, too. It wasn't at all like her old lover pressing his stiff dick against her. There wasn't a thrill of arousal, just a neat softness and bit of heat.

A sudden whim had Ginger squishing his ropey length against her pubic mound and then pushing it lowered to stroke against her pussy lips. She liked the dragon's interesting humming when both watched and felt it happen. She was also grateful that he wasn't trying to speak dirty to her as it happened. He really seemed to mean it about not really being sex.

The satyr squeezed her thighs together around the funny long thing. She could tease him anyway and act as though it were. A bit of masturbation wasn't bad even if it was in front of a nearly complete stranger. It felt naughty just thinking of it.

Tannim flexed his wings as an ant crawled around between them but kept his eyes fully on his new friend. She was making good on his request and her soft motherly body felt wonderful. As long as she was enjoying touching herself with his overly stretched dragonhood, he was happy in return. It was rather challenging ignoring the stiffness under his belly, but that just added to the fun of it. A bit of self denial could add a lot to an arousing situation.

When she suddenly pressed his scrotum more firmly against her pussy he perked up. Ginger folded a bit of his loose flesh to make a stubby dildo like shape, then spread her legs. The satyr squeezed Tannim's balls between her breasts a moment before squishing the sex toy through her cunt lips.

It was too soft at first and simply flattened against her lips rather than slipping through them. Using both hands, without letting go of Tannim's testicles, she made it a bit tighter by twisting the cords. The way he winced when she did it, though, made her quickly untwist them.

"Sorry! I didn't know it would hurt!" Ginger rubbed the twisted area over her furry goat like thighs. "Is that better?"

"It didn't hurt too much. Don't worry about it if it does, I can take it." Tannim touched a forepaw to his dripping cocktip. "This wouldn't be leaking if I couldn't."

"Are all dragons like this?" She let out a light laugh when she touched his balls to her groin. "So long and flexible?"

"Just me, I think."

Ginger pulled his rope-like dragonhood up while his jewels were still pressed against her cunny. It was surprisingly fun playing with something so flexible and stretchy. Hilariously weird, but fun. Looping them around one of her small breasts, she could completely hide herself with a couple coils.

She wasn't very wet at all despite the slight masturbation. He wasn't arousing her so much as making her laugh with it. His dick and the rest of his body were attractive enough, for a dragon, though, and she tried rubbing the softly fleshed nuts up and down her slit anyway.

Ginger's nipples stiffened while rubbing against the softer skin above the balls before she could get much of a rise from her clit. Pressing one of the relatively large testicle to her pussy made her briefly fantasize about popping it in. A mental image of how it would look to walk around connected to Tannim by a scrotal leash made her giggle at the idea. It was just too absurd to be arousing, but still sounded fun.

He watched her with a fond smile on his muzzle. His glasses made his eyes look a bit larger while they ran over her body. It really was flattering to have him looking at her with so much interest. Her looks weren't as attractive to most males after having her fawn.

Ginger kissed the scrotal rope on her breast, then pressed harder against his testicle. A soft groan at the increasing pressure against her pussy then a gasp when the nut popped into her more than damp pussy. He'd aroused her just by looking at her even in spite of the comical male flesh she was playing with. The satyr shook her head, impressed but not upset.

Having it in there made her pudgy belly clenched visibly with her groin. Tannim's ball felt a lot different than a dick in there. Softer, shorter, and the flesh surrounding it made it move a back and forth inside freely with each vaginal contraction.

"That's really weird, Tannim!" Ginger clenched inside and had to stifle a happy laugh. "I can move it deeper just be squeezing."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. I know I'm enjoying it, especially since you only had to rub them against your fur and skin." Tannim dropped to lay on the ground and curled almost in half so both his face and rear were fully visible while he watched. He still ignored his erection, but it was still partially visible. "You do look lovely rubbing it like that... erf... and such pleasant internal attention, too."

His new friend gave his scrotum a tug, hard enough to make his hips shift. "You look fine yourself... in a... different sort of way. They really are soft and fun to play with. Outside AND in."

Ginger looked up at the sky, the sun was getting a bit low. She'd have to get home soon, but there was still a little time. The satyr squeezed her legs together around Tannim's scrotal rope, which popped his other nut up between them. She hummed at that, then squeezed under it to work it higher still. It took some careful hand work, but ginger managed to push the testicle through his over stretched scrotum like squeezing a pea out of a pod.

Tannim's sack essentially stretched into two scrotums at the end, or at least one really wide one with more than twelve inches between his balls. Ginger was rather proud, though it made him a bit funnier looking. One nut dangled from her hand in it's own extruded pouch, while the other was snug and hot inside her pussy.

Ginger rubbed his free testicle against nipples, then coiled the length around her chubby midsection once. She had no idea how far his dragonhood could stretch, but she hadn't come close to its limits apparently. He didn't even seem slightly uncomfortable while watching her with great interest and pleasure. The satyr wondered what it felt like, but doubted she'd want to feel it even if she WERE male.

"I'm going to need to go in a couple minutes. My son will be back home and I still need to get food." She sounded honestly reluctant to stop.

"That's alright. You can stop any time. You've earned a reward. Close your eyes."

Ginger wasn't sure what Tannim had in mind, but she closed her eyes anyway. He could have killed her any time so she wasn't worried he might suddenly attack her. It seemed a silly request, but it did let her focus on feeling his masculine rope touching her skin more. He made her keep them closed for almost a minute before she was told to open them.

"Since you played with my jewels so well." The dragon was sitting just a few inches in front of her. "You will get a couple of my jewels as a reward."

Later, Ginger walked through the wood, staring at her hand. Two quite large emeralds in a soft green leather pouch. They were worth a fortune to humans he'd said. They were probably worth a lot to the other satyrs too. She could afford to get anything for herself and Tomato. No more being too poor for good food! Ginger closed her eyes and squeezed them. Any time a dragon wanted her to fondle his nuts, she wouldn't hesitate!

She tossed them up into the air, then yelled when they didn't come back down. A swooping eagle flew away with her pouch and her jewels. Ginger tried to run after it, but even in her young prime she'd never have been able to out run a bird.

With her reward gone, the motherly satyr trudged back home, ready to cook the plants Tomato brought home. Ginger shrugged when she thought about them again later. Money never did last long in her possession.