FSE

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Disclaimer: Thou shans't read if thou art beneath 18/21, don't read if you don't like gay sex, and don't click on this if you don't like it either. Jeez.

Awakening from their nap in the meadow, the pair realized they were absolutely drenched in dried cum.

"Well, this is quite a big mess," Mark mumbled, recovering from the previous ecstasy. "What do you wanna do now?"

"Unnh...." Was all the Joe could muster, agonizing pain and pleasure still coursing through him. "Did it feel this painful for you, Mark? I feel like my ass just got ripped in half..."

The dragon giggled. "Oh yeah, it hurt like hell," he sweetly whispered, "but it's the other half of the experience that's worth it, love."

Joe simply nodded, snuggling closer to the scaled creature whom he loved. He deeply sighed as he looked at the dragon's gleaming scales, now covered in a light film of his own seed.

"Shit...how are we going to clean up?" Joe wondered aloud, just enough for Mark to hear.

"Oh, don't worry about that. There's a reason I took us to this place, other than the fact that it's extremely well hidden." Mark murmured, standing up.

Joe followed his example, and was about to pick up his shirt when Mark grabbed his hand, brought it near his face, and shook his head.

"You won't need that where we're going." He hinted, piquing Joe's curiosity.

Mark pulled Joe along, their semi-erect shafts dangling as they walked slowly across the meadow. A chilling breeze countered the warm rays of the sun, causing the both of them to shiver.

"Maybe I SHOULD have let you bring that shirt, eh?" Mark joked, getting a chuckle out of Joe.

"Yeah, you should have, ya big jerk." He replied, sticking his tongue out.

"Hey, don't mess with me! When you mess with the bull, you get him horny!" Mark shouted, jumping onto Joe, sending them both tumbling into the short grasses. Laughing as they rolled and play-fought, their genitals rubbing against each other, causing them to harden once again. Joe managed to beat Mark in getting on top, pinning the smiling azure dragon to the ground. The laughter died down from there, slowly turning into passion, as Joe rapidly bent down to kiss his dragon.

Eyes closing, tongues wrestling, they dug their mouths deeper and deeper into the opposite, hips grinding, dicks rubbing, pre-cum twirling around the two organs as they engaged in battle, each thrust bringing each one closer to climax, despite the fact they had already performed admirably two or three times already in this first day.

The victor ended up being Joe, who was met with a rush of semen pouring from his mate's prick, lubricating Joe's, and leading to another climax, this time from the canine. The cum streams met, and fused into one mixture, representing their futures, their lives, their love, until the kiss broke apart.

"Best...*gasp* kiss...ever," Mark choked out, dragging his canine closer, so he could feel every heartbeat of this wonderful canine beat in twine with his own, wrapping his own gargantuan tail around the other's furry one, grasping Joe's paws in his claws, his foot paws in his foot claws, his eyes into those reptilian eyes, Joe's soul into Mark's soul, when they realized that there was no power that could separate them.

"Only the first of many," Joe whispered into the dragon's ears, beginning to nibble on them. It was moments later that he realized that the deep throbs he felt were him crying, trying not to make the sounds audible.

"W-what's wrong? Am I sitting on something? Am I hurting you, love?" He frantically blurted out, attempting to appease the blubbering dragon.

"M-m-m-my parents...there is no way they would let us be together...but, the thing is, you're the only thing I've ever really wanted." Mark sniffed, getting up into a sitting position with Joe, along with all the fluids that were stuck to the two of them, sitting in his lap.

"I've been wondering how this was all going to work out, to tell you the truth... I... I had an idea, but you probably won't like it...you know what? It's stupid, forget about it." Joe sighed.

"Trust me, if it'll work, I'm all ears." Mark bitterly spat out, eyes focused on the ground, misting over again.

"Well...I was wondering...if..." Joe nervously stammered, "...If you would want to come and live with me in my car, while we're on the run from your parents."

Mark suddenly looked up at Joe, with the complete opposite reaction of what he expected. Mark looked not bewildered, but excited! He was almost worried about how quickly he was able to decide on abandoning his entire family. And to think, he was going to do it over HIM! Just because this dragon wanted to spend the rest of his life with someone he hadn't hardly met until today.

And that's when it dawned on Joe. "He's mine." Not only that, they were free to do whatever, go wherever, and live however they want.

"We should go back to my house to get some stuff, later though," Mark squealed, "But first, I'm going to show you what I meant to show you before we got...side tracked." He said, wearing a toothy grin. Joe couldn't help but smile back at that cute face.

"...Over the log...past the scarred tree...here!" Mark exclaimed, pointing at a small shrub.

"Uhm...that's a plant." Joe dumbly pointed out.

"What're you...Oh, whoopsie!" The dragon blushed, realizing his mistake.

Pulling the shrub back, they were entreated to an extremely rare sight; an untouched, seemingly teeming with life, hidden lake, with fruit trees hanging low over the shimmering waters. Looking up, Joe could tell that it would be nearly impossible to find this place if you didn't know exactly where it was, considering the canopy that covered any possible aerial view. Mark ran forward, jumping into the water headfirst.

"Come on in, sweetheart, let's get cleaned up!" The dragon joyously yelled, causing the canine to grin yet again. With a smooth motion, he seemed to not jump in, but glide from the bank into the crisp, cool water. The splash was nearly perfect, not a single droplet straying from a perfect circle that formed in the air. The whole place seemed to have some sort of magic to it.

The pair immediately sought out the now dried layers of cum that had breached their skin, scrubbing savagely to try and rub it all off. Mark was done first, his hide being smooth enough that the dried powdery-substance seemed to just melt off at his touch. After being satisfied with his appearance, he swam over to Joe, who was still trying to get all of it out.

"The water's nice, but screw this." He barked angrily. He stepped out of the water, and in almost no time, his fur had come off in one neat pile, revealing the pink flesh. In another instant, he willed more fur to grow back over where it had once been lost, in a perfect new coat.

'He truly is amazing...' Mark thought to himself, admiring his ease of transforming at will. Joe looked back at the dragon, who was gazing at the canine, who simply shrugged in response.

'His powers...they seem almost limitless' Mark thought again, taking the hand that was offered to him to help get out of the waters.

'So then...why did he pick me?' He continued, sopping wet from not having a towel.

"It's because you're special to me." Joe said aloud, holding his dragon close to himself, in an attempt to warm the dragon up.

"Huh?"

"It's written all over your face, you're wondering how something like me could fall for someone like you. It's because I can trust you. When we met on that silly game, I had this feeling that you had something you felt you had to hide. I knew that you would probably be the one furson that wouldn't try to abuse my powers for profit, to try and make a fortune with this power I have." Joe confided.

Mark was speechless at this, wondering how it was even possible for someone to consider using another fur, especially someone who claimed that they loved a certain somebody, could even consider doing that.

"...Thank you, Joe," he murmured, nuzzling up on the 'thing's' muzzle, "I needed that."

Joe kissed the top of Mark's forehead, and grinned.

They walked back across the meadow, heading towards their clothes. They could still smell the scent of sex in the air, knowing just where they had left the different things. A quick look-over to check that they were suitable, and a few seconds of smoothing wrinkles and they were acceptable. Walking back to the parking lot, they noticed a park ranger looking at them, no with any particular interest, but he was sure taking his sweet time in looking away. The two looked at each other, smiled, and noticed they were holding hands.

"Do you feel a little uncomfortable?"

"He can mind his own damn business, now can't he," Joe replied to the dragon, and got a chuckle from him.

"Wonder if he minds ...this!" Mark whispered, first making sure the ranger was looking, and then planted his lips firmly on the surprised dog's awaiting muzzle. The bruin froze for a second, and hurriedly turned and walked deeper into the park.

"Hmm, what do you know, I guess he did mind." Joe sloppily mentioned as the kiss broke. The blue one looked back, and became a little disappointed.

"Oh well... oh...crap, what time is it?" Mark freaked a little, grasping for his phone through his pants pocket. Finding it, his hand dove into the cloth, revealing the small plastic device. Flipping the display out, he noticed a rather ominous figure.

"7:28... Joe. We gotta MOVE!" Mark shrieked, grasping the other's paw. With a yelp, Joe was tugged into his own shiny car, being urged along by his...

"My love..." Joe mumbled, fumbling for his keys.

"Mhmmhmm," Mark giggled, "I heard that."

"Shut up." Joe blushed, slamming the metal into the slot where it rightfully belonged, turned it, and with a moan, the engine started up.

Turning in his seat to look out the back window, he saw Mark's grinning face, and couldn't help but wonder what he might be grinning about. Hitting the gas, he was shocked to realize that the car wasn't moving. Like, at all.

"Joe, honey..."

"Hey, just wait a second, I can figure this out!" Joe leered, trying to read the grin on the silly dragon's face.

"Don't you have to put the gearshift in reverse, first?" He cutely replied, causing a blank stare from the morph.

"Uhm...shut up."

"I love you too."

Backing out from the parking lot, the two sped off towards Mark's house, hoping they could get back before they were noticed to have been gone for so long.

Stepping through the door, Mark realized that the house was exceedingly quiet. Joe decided to wait standing outside so he could help the dragon load his stuff into the car. He could feel that something was...off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something definitely did not feel right. With one quick motion, a hand shot out of the darkness, clamping itself around the dragon's slender neck.

"Well, lookie here. The faggot's returned." The large bull snorted. His hands could crush walnuts without a struggle, but he didn't feel like immediately killing his oldest "son."

"So, you thought you could just go around getting fucked by all the guys you wanted? You thought I'd never find out? Well guess what? Turns out your brother isn't a little piece of shit like you." His father gloated. Mark could only let out a light meep as the older male's hand increased its force on the strained throat.

"Yeah, bet you sucked that dog's cock the whole time you were gone, didn't you? HUH? DIDN'T YOU?" He yelled as he increased his grip again, nearly choking the blue, quivering mass of flesh he was holding in the air.

"Well, we're going to put a stop to THAT, real soo-"The bull threatened, until he was interrupted by a white fist ramming itself into the bovine's nose.

"What the...YOU! Guess I can kill the little fucker that took that faggot's virginity, too!" Mr. Rivera laughed.

"You're not going to lay another FINGER on my boyfriend. I'll resort to killing YOU, if you even blink at him the wrong way." Joe savagely barked, his anger flaring up.

"I'd like to see you try." The bull retorted, smirking. All Mark could do was watch as Joe intercepted his father's blows with blows of his own. Not a single hit could even come close to the dragon as long as the morph kept his mind sharp.

"You little-"The bull charged at Joe, knocking them both into Mark, tumbling them to the floor. Mark's foggy gaze shifted to the bull next to him, grinning as his arms shot out to crush the boy's neck again. Before they reached, however, a huge paw, easily weighing 300 pounds by itself, slammed onto the bovine's wrists, shattering the bone.

Mr. Rivera howled in pain, before looking up to see Joe's fist fall into his face. With the heavy weight of that paw, combined with the force being exerted to move it, the bovine was quickly knocked out. Mark's clenched eyes opened in time to see the fate of the encounter.

His eyes beheld a mammoth of a bear, easily reaching over twelve feet in height, should he stand up, and weighing, he guessed, to be somewhere between two, maybe two and a half tons. The visage the ursine creature had was one of pure malice, which chilled the little dragon to the bone.

"He's capable of so much..." Mark whispered to himself, fearing as if his own life was in danger. The bear's heavy panting was slowing down, steadily, and soon became a controlled breathing. It looked over the battlefield that had become the living room, and, judging it was safe, reverted back to canine form. Joe soon collapsed on the floor.

"Joe!" Mark shrieked, rushing over to feel the morph's pulse, breathing, and temperature, just to make sure nothing was horribly wrong.

"Just...tired... too much energy... oof." The canine sputtered, exacting a relieved sigh from the worried lover.

"Just...get...your shit...and let's go..." He huffed, struggling to his feet.

"...okay..." was all the dragon could reply with. He sprinted to his room, gathering all the clothes, money, and precious things he could find. He grabbed his laptop case and DS, as well, just to make sure he didn't miss anything. Hefting his luggage down the hall, he stopped short to see his brother standing in the hall.

"So...what now, brother?" The calf whispered. Mark was halfway in between hugging and murdering the little thing, hugging for finally letting him be able to consider himself free of the one thing that made his life horrible, or murdering him for almost getting the dragon killed. He chose to hug him.

Dropping all his things, he bent down and hugged the calf, the one who had blackmailed him, the one who had provided a source of stress relief throughout the years, and the one who made him laugh all those times.

"You know, it was horrible what you did. But, I still love you. You'll probably never see me again...so... I guess this is good-bye."

"Well, wait, is dad gonna wake up?" Austin whimpered.

"Probably...wait ten minutes after we leave, then call 911, alright? That way, we can get away first and then there will only be a small chance of him dying." Mark uncaringly remarked.

The calf started sniffling, which was Mark's cue for getting out of there. He picked his stuff back up and bolted towards the garage, pausing as he walked past his unconscious father. He could hear groans coming from the ground, but not enough to indicate that he would have woken up.

Shoving his stuff through the door, he saw Joe half-asleep on the hood of his car, struggling to keep awake. He had used up almost all of his energy in fighting off the angry bull, which was nearly impossible to do. Joe perked right up when he saw Mark with his things in hand; glad to see that he was ready to go.

"Finally... I think I'm about to pass out soon...we need to get going." Joe mumbled, trying not fall over.

"Fine...but give me the keys. There's no way you can drive in this condition!"

"No, I can-"Joe protested, before slumping onto the concrete driveway. Sighing, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and threw them up to the worried dragon.

"Thank you! Now you just rest up. I'll take it from here." Mark cooed to the exhausted canine, helping him into the car. The dragon gathered his things once again, shoved them into the trunk, and proceeded to get into the car. Joe nuzzled on Mark's shoulder as he started the vehicle, set the gear into reverse, and pulled away from the house he would probably never see again.

"Damn...I wonder what Mom will think..."

So...there it is. Part 4 is a possibility, I might leave it dangling there for a while, just so I can calm the hundreds of other ideas whizzing around my brain. See yas! ;)