A chance encounter part one
The dragon awoke in a freezing tundra, howling winds biting his scaled hide. He shook the recently formed icicles from his wings, before rising with immense difficulty, onto his numb legs. How he had came to be in this place, he did not know, but the ever increasing turmoil of winds that burnt cold was causing every scale on his formidable form to feel as if it were freezing, the weather chilling him down to his flaming core. The dragon stumbled forwards, grasping at the snow with his talons, though finding no grip, he roared in dismay as his forelegs gave way beneath him, bringing his muzzle almost level with the snow. The dragon, Ornoth, was not one to give up at the first hurdle however, and by sheer tenacious force of will he rose once again to his paws, and this time succeeded in the menial task of walking. He tried to spread his great, encompassing wings behind him, though his wings were far to numb to ever allow him to fly in these conditions, and once again roared in his frustration. From the blinding gale, he saw a clothed figure emerge as he stumbled forward. The silhouette against the snowstorm stopped, regarding the dragon with interest. "I heard a roar or something... A... Are you ok?I heard a roar or something..." asked the figure in a sweet, androgynous voice, a vague outline of a muzzle beneath a hood. The duo stood there, staring at eachother for a moment. "I need shelter..." Replied the dragon, a note of desperation in his voice. At this the creature ahead pf him noticeably perked up. "Theres a cave not far from here" the figure chirped "I stopped by on the way over here. Well, if you don't want to catch frostbite, I suggest you follow me" and with that, the cloaked figure began moving into the snowstorm, braving the howling wings, and with no other choice, the dragon followed.
Across the length of the journey, the dragon regarded the stranger with interest, though no words were exchanged between them, this person was almost constantly muttering to themselves. After a lifetime of walking, the ground sloped down, and within seconds, a icy roof had appeared seemingly out of nowhere above them. As the pair descended, the dragon stared about in wonder, a kaleidoscope of colours seemingly emanating from the walls of ice around them, a shy huff of flame setting the cavern ablaze with colour, a rainbow dancing all around them, drawing a astonished gasp from the both of them, and for the first time, his saviour looked on at the dragon in all his glory, lit up in the lights of the cavern. For the most part, his scales were jet black, except for his underbelly, which gleamed silver. He stood on four legs, and was around ten metres tall by his reckoning, and with tail included around five times that in length. His scales gleamed in the light, well polished and smooth, and his wings, he would imagine, were colossal at their full spread, though now they remained folded behind him. His spine was adorned with horns, and his taloned paws bit into the earth wherever he trod. His tail tip had bone spikes on both sides, and his light brown eyes gazed forward, and in them swam a sea of emotions his companion could never hope to truly understand. Drawing a lantern from his cloak, the figure held the unlit wick towards the dragon "If you would be so kind" muttered his unknown guide, suppressing a laugh. With an exaggerated motion of stretching his neck, the dragon leant forward and puffed a few embers onto the wick, lighting it. The figure placed the wick inside the lantern, closing the shutter and planting it on the ground in the centre of the cavern, before drawing back their hood. The until now unknown stranger was clearly a wolf, blue and white fur adorning his slim form. "I suppose I should introduce myself" he said, smiling, "I'm Snowie, pleasure to meet ya" he said, extending a paw, which the dragon tentatively took with a singular claw "I'm Ornoth, nice to meet you too." After drawing away from the paw-clawshake, the dragon sat up on his haunches, looking at Snowie "So, you are a dragon. Right?" asked the wolf, gazing up at the creature before him, clearly in awe. "Well, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. I indeed am a dragon" purred Ornoth in a low, sultry tone "Why, never seen one of my kin before?" he asked, though he seemed surprised when the wolf broke into laughter "I was told dragons didn't exist. Clearly someone was wrong" cried the wolf, still laughing hysterically. the dragon was taken aback, both by the laughter itself and the reasoning behind it, dragons were all too common, so how could nobody know they existed. he leant forward, steeling himself for an unpleasant response "Snowie, where am I, what kingdom is this?" he inquired. "This is the Arctic, Earth." Said the wolf, with a dismissive wave towards his snow-white fur "Why, do you not remember flying to the top of the world" he asked, raising a brow. "No... I've never even heard of a place with so much snow, and I've soared across every land known to dragonkind, I've only known deserts and the rare plains and forests..." said the dragon, coming to a frightful conclusion, the wolf too, starting up with a distressed look on his face. "This isn't my world... I must have really messed up a spell." said Ornoth, dropping into a crouched position, his haunches behind him as he leant forward on his forepaws, his wings folded against his back and his tail curled against his side. "And I don't know how to get home... Im stuck here" he finished, burying his snout into his paws in his misery.
The wolf approached, laying a paw against Ornoths muzzle, between his eyes "Im so sorry" he mumbled, scritching the dragon behind an eye ridge, drawing a pleased croon from the scaled giant. "No need to be" said the dragon, stifling his anguish momentarily "Im sure I can find something to do to fix this" to which the wolf looked on doubtfully, "While I've no doubt you can, you're half frozen to death... get some rest, please, that blizzard will die down by morning, and you'll be able to find a way to get home then" stated Snowie, cheering up at the prospect. At this the wolf lay down on his back, still wearing his cloak. his draconic guest stared at him, concerned for a moment "Are you alright there? surely its cold or at least uncomfortable" he asked. the wolf peaked his ears for a moment "Well... it is a little chilly" he said, nudging closer to the dragon, who was practically radiating heat "I mean... if you want, you can lie next to me, I don't mind" muttered the dragon, smiling weakly. the wolf sat up for a moment, considering the offer, before wordlessly moving to the dragons flank,lying against his warm scales. the dragon flicked his tail around so the wolf could rest his head, and extended a wing, tugging it down so the wolf could sleep more comfortably. the wolf gave a contented sigh as he lay there, staring up at the icy ceiling. "I... I never did thank you for saving my life out there" uttered Ornoth, coughing politely. the wolf pivoted his head to look towards the dragons, who subsequently leant his flexible neck around to gaze at the wolf. "I suppose I owe you..." at which the wolf quickly replied "Really, its nothing, any good person would do it. I jus happened to be nearby" said the wolf, dismissing the matter entirely "Well... I can't thank you enough either way... Goodnight Snowie, sleep well." cooed the dragon. "You too Ornoth"
After a few hours of restless sleep, the due stirred. The dragon had been tossing and turning all night, all too distressed by his current situation to sleep properly. By the time they had woke up, the wolf was sprawled out across the dragons soft underbelly. He raised his head to look at the wolf, nudging him gently. "Snowie, its morning" he whispered, though having such a fluffy creature on him was so nice he almost didn't want him to wake up. To his concealed dismay,the wolf awoke, stretching with a cute, high pitched yawn. "Morning Ornoth" said his companion, smiling ear to ear. "Dammit, for such a big guy you sure are squishy" he joked, poking the dragons silver underbelly. The wolf stretched once more, before trying to climb off of the dragons enormous bulk. As the wolf attempted to crawl off of the dragons underbelly, he felt his footpaw slip into a soft, warm crevice between the dragons hind legs, drawing a subdued gasp of pleasure from Ornoth. "I... I'm so sorry" yelped the wolf, quickly tugging his foot out from the dragons slit, unaware of the fact the dragons eyes were fixed on him, filled with the fires of desire, he continued his frantic apology "And I... I thought you were a guy... do you just have a deep voi-" though he was suddenly interrupted by the sensation of 2 ridged, tapered and lusciously thick objects grazing inbetween his legs and thighs, he felt his legs being forced apart as these twin objects emerged from between them, chancing a glance behind him to see not one, but two draconic shafts jutting out from the slit his paw had slipped into, each one towering half a meter above his frame and still growing at an alarming pace, creeping upwards, delicate pearls of precum already forming at their tips, which was quickly becoming a waterfall of the dragons creamy white essence. This continued for a few moments, meanwhile the wolf remained unresponsive, transfixed, before the dragons eyes, previously clouded with need, suddenly cleared, he shook his head. "Sorry!" He stammered, his eyes showing regret, though his twin masts still stood erect, throbbing with sheer neediness as streams of precum ran down their surfaces, in a few seconds the dragon had leaked more cum than your average fur had in their entire load, hinting to his immense arousal, even as he tried to conceal it. "I... I let my instincts get the better of me, I'm sorry." He said, looking ashamed, before the corners of his muzzle turned to a shy smile. "Its just, you're so damn cute and fluffy... sexy, even, and when you did that I just sorta... lost control of myself" he said, now beaming, his snout a bright red rather than the usual black. Snowie was already apologising before Ornoth had even finished speaking. "Its my fault, I should have been more careful I didn't mean to make you..." he cried, though going deathly silent as the dragon told him his feelings, and a stirring when he knew he felt something similar. "You think I'm... cute and... sexy?" He asked, pupils dilating and heart rate increasing ever so slightly, all things the dragon noticed, though the biggest indicator of all that Snowie was also attracted to Ornoth was, by his estimates, at least a foot long and poking into his stomach. "I, I don't know what to say." Muttered the wolf, "You don't need to say anything" whispered Ornoth, as he leant in, wrapping his paws around him, tugging him close to his muzzle and, with not a single doubt in his mind, kissed him with infinite passion, never before, whether it was a dragon, dragoness or anthro, had someone been the source of this much longing for the dragon, and as their two muzzles met, both of them felt an overwhelmimg sensation of just how right their encounter was.
After a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, the two finally pulled apart. Now standing, the impressive tent in the wolfs pants was visible, and before the wolf could react, the garment was shredded by Ornoths talons, and while it was nothing compared to the dragons own members, the wolfs shaft was impressive in its own right, such a large cock unbefitting of Snowies slim, almost feminine physique. The wolf stood there, smiling coyly as he played at concealing his prick behind his paws, which only served to emphasise its bulk. The wolf turned away from him, pretending to be embarrassed, while only eying up the dragons erections, which still stood proudly. In doing so, intentionally or not, he showed off his rear, one most women would be jealous of, wide hips, luscious thighs and precious booty for the dragon to indulge in. "Sorry I'm just a bit overwhelmed" said Snowie with a laugh, "Its not everyday a smoking hot dragon says he likes you after all, especially not such a well equipped one..." he purred, giving up the ploy of concealment to run a paw across a few inches of hard, throbbing cockflesh. "You like them?" asked the dragon, leaning his head in once more, a confident smile on his face, until he was almost sat up, his muzzle just beside the wolfs head. "Well, if you think this is 'well equipped',what if I told you this is hardly even close to my full size? If I was just a little bit turned on I'm sure..." he'd say, letting the words linger, though their effect on the wolf was immediate. "You should have told me you were holding yourself back" he hummed. Now, Snowie gazed hungrily at the dragons equipment, a claw in his mouth as if he were considering his options, then after a moments consideration, he bent over, putting his plump behind dangerously close to the dragons snout, hips rocking and swaying left and right in a most delightful manner, his thick, red cock hanging between his legs, thin beads of pre dripping from there onto the dragons chest, where it flowed across his smooth scales to mix with Ornoths own juices. The arctic wolf placed a paw on either side of the first of the draconic tools, leaning his face in to where thick precum bubbled up from inside his newfound lover, and with a deep, longing anticipation, ran his tongue across his tip, relishing each and every drop of pre that entered his maw, his tastebuds going wild as the creamy texture and slightly salty flavour treated them to a taste of heaven, and loving the feeling of it running down his throat and pooling in his stomach. For no reason he knew of, this drove the wolf wild, almost attacking the dragons cock with his tongue, running his arms up and down its length as he felt it swell beneath him, inch by inch, foot by foot, until first he had to stand up straight to reach its tip, then had to do everything in his power to tug it down towards the dragon, lying flat on his back as more and more cockflesh forced its way out from the dragons interior, beginning to push him up the dragons chest as it simply kept growing, inch by throbbing inch, pre coming forth and down his throat like a creamy cannon. The wolf was beginning to truly appreciate the dimensions of his mate. He would never have been able to take a normally endowed dragon of his size, nevermind one that seemed to be a good three times larger than one might expect. Nevertheless, he continued his unceasing attempts to please the dragon. After a seemingly endless session of the wolf running his paws up and down the length of the dragons behemoth of a cock and drinking down a seeming pond full of seed, his member stopped its unceasing drive forward, to which the wolf looked up in surprise. Looking down its length, he saw it had swelled to at least ten times the length of the original metre he had coaxed out. He ran a paw across as much of it as he could, feeling the throbbing of veins and the sensitive cockflesh beneath his paw, and smiled as once more, it surged forward, as, with a satisfying pop, the dragons knot finally forced its way out. He couldn't help but once again marvel at the dragons anatomy. This cock to which he clung so affectionately was but one of two, and it stretched nearly the entire length of the dragons underbelly. "Do you like them?" Growled the dragon. "I... I love them, I just wish I could fit just one of them" replied the wolf "but, so long as I can please you" he finished, renewing his effort to rub off the dragon with renewed energy, Ornoth too, finally getting involved, his tail ensnaring the free shaft and moving back and forth across it, precum splashing off the roof and raining down on the pair. The wolf continued his frenzied assault on the dragons prick, now resorting to rubbing his entire body against it, homing in on his most sensitive spots by the ever increasing intensity of the dragons gasps and growls. He began grinding against the surface of Ornoths shaft, drawing hot, needy gasps from his own maw, which he decided to plug up by once again burying his muzzle into Ornoths tip, guzzling down his luxurious pre while only increasing the dragons pleasure, until after a seemingly endless stretch of the wolf going at the dragons shaft, the dragon began panting, his tail becoming a blur as he used it to jerk himself off, which Snowie took to mean that the end was in sight. He felt the dragons body tighten underfoot as he drew close, and as such, gave all his energy to those last few seconds, determined to see him cum. Worshipping his cock with his motions, licking, rubbing and grinding against its surface as he could almost feel the dragon draw closer, like a floodgate about to be ripped off its hinges. And then, it was so. The dragon roared in pleasure, almost deafening him. He felt it before he saw it, the sheer amount of cum travelling along his shaft tactile from his position, then the first jet of cum left both of the dragons behemoths of cocks, one arcing across the cavern, hitting the ceiling and the opposing wall and completely covering both with his seed. By the second jet of seed, the wolf had already decided to try and swallow as much of it as possible, and for that decision he was rewarded with a stomach full of rich, creamy dragon cum. The rest, of course, adding a fresh coat to the already soaked cavern, as well as soaking the two lovebirds, and yet the torrent continued, a seemingly endless flow of hot dragon juices firing from both shafts, until, after several minutes, it abruptly stopped, leaving both of them lying there, panting in eachothers embrace. Thankfully, the few side tunnels to this previously bright cavern acted as drains, otherwise walking may have been made difficult from the sheer amount of dragon semen.
The dragon stayed there, basking in the afterglow for a moment, though his cocks still stood at twitching attention, seemingly already ready for another round as pre began leaking yet again. The wolf rubbed his sore muzzle and stomach, turning to face the dragon once again. Canines weren't meant to drink down so much cum at once, and for some indescribable reason the very sensation of cum inside him made Snowie feel incredibly tingly and horny. He recoiled as he felt the dragons tongue on his fur, licking him. "Tastes great, both you and the cum" he chuckled, though frowned when he saw the wolf suddenly look afraid. "Don't worry, I won't eat you... unless you want me to" he joked, though he was feeling hungry... "I'll pass, for now at least" replied the wolf, a smile returning to his face. "Now don't tell me that was it" he said, almost challenging the dragon. "I'm sure I can fit at least a few inches" he chuckled, though the dragons sudden coy smile alarmed him, surely he couldn't take it, his cocks looked to be at least five times the size of the wolf. "Oh Snowie dear that was just getting you ready, oral is something all dragons do before mating. We are magical creatures after all, every last cell in my body is imbued with magic. Including my semen. With the amount you swallowed, I'd give it five minutes before the physical changes begin" cackled the dragon "Though I'm sure the libido boosting kicked in instantly, based on how you threw yourself at me..." he said, suddenly frowning. "sorry I didn't tell you about that, I was caught up in the heat of the moment, buuuuut any moment now my cum should start working its magic. Dragons come in all shapes and sizes, and our cum, when ingested, changes the size of whoever the lucky fellow or lady may be to best suit their partner. Hey, ya said you wanted to be able to take em" He said with a almost comical shrug, though when he glimpsed the excitement in the wolf's eyes at the prospects of growing to a size where he could take a cock as long as a bus, if not longer, he was both surprised and relieved. The wolf held back his sheer arousal for a moment to ask "then why don't we get ready?"