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I don't know. There is not much point to this one. But it's kind of cute, and kind of hot, and I like dragons. So. Beware, contains guysex and a dragon with two cocks, but other than that it's rather tame. Don't expect a sequel or anything, I churned this out in like six hours, and that's never a good sign for there being, you know, plot behind it.

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It was a warm day, unseasonable for October, and a good number of students were taking advantage of it, by playing frisbee, hauling their laptops outside, or, in the case of one, just reading. Across the way came another, pacing along with eyes set on the canine, intentions solidifying like the small smile that lit his face.

"Hey, Norman," came the summons.

The Akita twitched an ear in response and finished the sentence he was reading before looking up. Sitting on the grassy lawn in front of the main building, he made quite a picture. His dark brown, brindled fur ruffled in the passing breeze, standing out starkly against the green grass beneath him. He was wearing a pair of belted green shorts, which came down to a point above his knees that was more outdated than flirtatious, and a loose white button-down shirt, textured in vertical stripes of a satin-like sheen. This had apparently once been tucked into his waistband, but was now mostly out, only the right front segment remaining out of sight. The first two buttons were undone, revealing more dark fur and a small bit of black undershirt. His socks were longer than was common nowadays, and his shoes were currently four feet away, having been tossed on the grass when he sat down.

Norman dog-eared his book, feeling a twinge of guilt, but grinning at the justification he had once offered his mother (a librarian) - if anyone was allowed to dog-ear books, it ought to be a dog. His ears hadn't handled the ensuing retort with as much cheek. The Akita looked around behind him, and saw a blue-scaled dragon looking at him.

"Oh, hullo, Igor," he said, in a friendly sort of way.

The dragon took another couple steps toward him, from attention-getting distance to conversation distance. "Me, Frank, and Ykira were wondering if you might want to come with us tonight. Go out and dance some."

Norman frowned and flopped one ear down in thought. "Nn. I ought to study. I'm kinda worried about that bio test next week."

The dragon perked. "Oh, bio? Would you like some help? I'm all over that class. And I really would like you to come."

Norman considered him. He didn't actually know Igor that well, though he rather wanted to; the dragon was one of the brighter students in his year, and quadrupeds weren't very common in this part of the world. He always felt a sort of societal debt, dealing with them, and went out of his way to show them that not every biped was a prejudiced douchebag. Not to mention Igor was just generally a cool guy.

Smiling a bit, the canine nodded. "All right. If you can explain this protease nonsense, I'll come with you tonight."

Igor grinned widely. "Great!" He plodded up and sat next to Norman, catlike, flicking the tip of his tail. He wasn't much larger than Norman; had they lain next to each other, heads level, Norman's feet would have been just shy of Igor's hips. When both were standing, Igor had to look up at him a little; his shoulders were level with Norman's chest. "Now, which bit are you on?"

They sat on the lawn for most of the rest of the afternoon, at first studious, but eventually discussing the science in more of a conversational way that Norman found refreshing. Igor was quite witty; he kept making little puns and double entendres that kept the canine in a more or less constant state of mirth. He certainly understood the subject, and was a remarkable teacher, and he seemed to be quite enjoying himself on top of it all. Norman couldn't imagine he had nothing better to do than tutor, but he did not seem irritated or even bored, in the slightest.

Around dinnertime, they separated, with the promise to meet up again in a few hours along with Frank the alligator and Ykira the drop-dead-gorgeous cheetah babe, friends of both the dragon and the dog. Norman took his stuff back to his room, changed into a tight-fitting black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, told his roommate where he was going, and then took to just wandering aimlessly for some fifteen minutes, smiling and thinking about Igor. He was really a wonderful guy.

When he headed back to the quadrangle fifteen minutes early, he found the dragon already sitting there, the first one waiting. Igor was wearing a shirt, which was unusual - like most quadrupeds, he rarely wore anything. It was tight on him, and had been badly ripped so that his wings could stick out, and Norman couldn't imagine how he'd gotten it on, or how he'd get it off.

"What's with the shirt?" he asked, by way of greeting.

Igor laughed and sat up so Norman could see the front of it. At the top was the word 'YOU' and below it an image of a rooster. Below that was another rooster, considerably larger, and below that the label 'ME'.

Norman tilted his head, and had to stare at it for a second before he got it. When he did, he began cracking up. Igor grinned "Isn't it great? I don't wear shirts as a rule, it's a pain with the wings and all, but this was just too great to pass up."

"And I don't suppose anyone can dispute it..." Norman chuckled. For being naked all the time, Igor was quite good at positioning himself so that his equipment wasn't visible - Norman imagined you got to be that way as a quadruped.

Igor snerked. "No, that they can't." He winked, and Norman dissolved into laughter again.

The other two showed up shortly, the alligator lazy-sounding, perhaps slightly stoned, and the cheetah in a miniskirt and a top that showed more than it covered. Ykira didn't normally dress like too much of a slut, preferring to tease men with the use of her body rather than its lack of clothing. Such skimpy attire meant she was probably looking for more than just teasing tonight.

Then they hit the clubs. Clubbing with a dragon was an interesting experience - there were one or two uncomfortable encounters that Igor had to defray by walking off pointedly, the others following him, and they were turned away from one club by a bouncer who gave him an ugly look. But, then, there was another club where Igor showed his teeth to the rather nervous bouncer, and they were let in free of charge.

They munched early, which Norman found particularly amusing; Igor preferred french fries and chips and dip to raw steaks, but ate them much the same, without using his forepaws. Then they danced, changed clubs, danced some more. Frank looked to get more stoned as the night went on; Norman just got somewhat drunk. Igor drank a bit, too, but the alcohol didn't do much other than make him a bit more talkative; dragons were difficult to get really inebriated. It was a little funny, watching him dance, but having four legs gave him more options, overall. He alternated pretty frequently from balancing on his hinds and remaining on all fours, using his tail as much as anything else; other people gave it a wide berth.

Norman mostly ignored the girls flirting with him, and turned down a few guys as well, asking to buy him a drink or dance a bit. Igor danced a bit with another dragon for a bit, but ultimately the two ended up more or less with each other, after Frank disappeared in the back with a blonde-furred bombshell of some sort and Ykira began spending an inordinate amount of time with a scruffy but sweet-talking aardwolf. Norman found it a little odd, after he noticed, but he didn't really want to leave the dragon's company for any of the romantic opportunities drifting by on the floor, and Igor, though he flirted with one or two people, didn't depart on his own after the other dragon. The two just kept dancing, and talking, and laughing at each other's mannerisms.

Ykira told them when she left with the aardwolf, which was more than Frank did; Norman hoped he was going to get home with everything still attached. The dragon and the dog danced for another half an hour or so, before Igor said, all of a sudden, "Hey, do you want to go get ice cream or something? I'm kinda hungry."

Norman checked his watch - it was nearly one, which meant the clubs would be closing in an hour. "All right," he said, grinning stupidly at the dragon. "Let's go. Wait, let me go pee first."

"I won't stand in your way," Igor cracked, following him leisurely to wait outside the bathroom.

Norman leaned against the urinal as he used it, shaking his head to clear it in the bright light of the bathroom. He wasn't really as drunk as he'd thought he was; that was good, at least. He didn't really want to act like an ass once he was out of the club - he could be a bit bitchy when drunk and not enjoying himself.

Someone stumbled into the room, swerved around behind him, and then all but crashed into the urinal next to him. Norman glanced over at this violation of the skip-a-urinal rule, and blinked. "Frank?"

"Aaaaah, shit..." the alligator groaned, fumbling with his fly, fingers moving clumsily. "Hey, Norm... Whatsh up?"

Norman eyed his puils. He wasn't as stoned as the Akita would have expected, just drunker than a kangaroo with a raise. "Not too much. You going to be okay? Me and Igor are going to head out."

"Ah, yeah, Imma head out wif dish gurl Angie, she'sh got a plashe an she wantsh me again onshe I'm shober. Ah be cool. Have fun wif... whatsh-hish-fashe. Igor. Da dragon." He giggled. "You gonn' shleep wif a dragon, eh, Norm? A boy dragon?"

The dog blinked. He hadn't thought much past the ice cream yet, but he supposed he had turned down every other offer, as had Igor, and now the drake wanted to get out of the club. Together. "I might, yeah." He grinned a little; it was a silly thought, but Igor himself was what made Norman grin. "I might sleep with a boy dragon."

"Have fun, ya great fag," Frank said, good-naturedly. Then he frowned and leaned back, almost toppling over backward. "Dat remindsh me."

Norman had half-lunged to catch him in case he passed out, and found himself staring at the Alligator, who was now several feet from the urinal, staring at his own long green cock, which was still dripping. "You gotta shuck mah cock shometime..." Frank mumbled.

Norman blinked, hammered by the statement, the sight of his friend's equipment (which was, unusually, very human in appearance, with a foreskin and glans), and the thought of his very straight friend Frank ever saying something like that to him. "Mm. Yeah. Sometime. Remind me when you're not drunk."

"Mkay!" Frank said cheerfully, oblivious.

Norman flushed the urinal and walked toward the door, only to find Frank following him. He stopped. "Hey, Frank. Might wanna put that cock away before you walk out again."

"Oh, yeah, heehee!" With difficulty, the Alligator got his dong back in his pants. Norman grinned and shook his head. Both left the room, and said their goodbyes, or goodbyesh, as the case might be.

Then Igor and Norman headed out of the club together.

The walk to DQ was quick and brisk; the air had chilled considerably, and Norman began wishing he had brought a jacket. They talked, laughed, and then they were in the shop and getting things with chocolate and frozen milk and the principal ingredients.

Igor took up space and it was a small shop, so they opted to sit outside. The shop was on a hill, so they could look down over the university, and see downtown in the near distance, bright and gleaming. They sat on the grass, close, but not touching, and ate their ice creams. Fortunately, Igor opted to use his paws to help with this food, though he still managed to make a mess of his face, so fast did he eat it.

Grinning wide, contented, the dragon flumped down on the grass. "That was nice."

"Yeah," Norman concurred, still eating his. To his surprise, no words followed, from either one of them.

Eventually, he looked over and saw the drake looking at him, out of the corner of his eye, with a sly little grin. "It's rather romantic, isn't it?" Igor said quietly.

Norman looked out at the city. "Yeah. It is. I like it." He smiled, shivered a little.

Igor sat up. "Are you cold?"

Norman scraped at the bottom of his paper cup. "A bit."

The dragon hesitated a long moment, then shifted over and wrapped one foreleg around the Akita's waist. Norman grinned up at him, leaning against his t-shirt, head resting on YOU's tail feathers. His chest was quite warm.

Finally, when Norman was all warm and fuzzy-feeling, and starting to think about something else, Igor nudged him gently in the side of the muzzle. "Do you want to... head back? My roommate's out clubbing too, I saw him in the first one. I don't think he's coming back tonight..." He trailed off, a hopeful note intertwined with quiet lust in his voice. Norman had never heard a dragon talk with that soft tone of desire. He quite liked it.

The Akita stood, sliding out of the dragon's grip. "I thought you'd never ask."

Igor blinked at him. "Oh, so that's how it is?" he asked with a grin. "You could have, you know."

"My roommate made it pretty clear he intends to get some sleep tonight," Norman said as a defense. They wandered along the streets, grinning and teasing each other, voices grown lower and slower, until they found themselves back on campus, outside your average dorm door.

"Pretend you don't know what we're going to do next," Igor said, and pressed his mouth against the dog's. It was a little awkward at first, because Igor's head was somewhat larger than Norman's, and kissing with a muzzle is always somewhat interesting. But they made it work, and quite well at that; Norman was surprised when he started to tremble. Igor raised one paw and held it against his side, stroked him, and then raised the other and balanced with his tail; Norman put his arms around Igor's neck.

Finally, Igor drew away a little, lips lingering in tremulous contact with the canine's. "Do you... want to come upstairs?" he inquired, deadpan; even if they hadn't been standing before it, his dorm was on the ground floor.

Norman snickered. "Let me guess. You've always wanted to say that."

"To you," Igor said, and suddenly something that had been funny made Norman's breath stick, made him nuzzle against the dragon, kiss him again, and again, and Igor got the door open somehow. They tumbled inside, got it shut, and it was dark except for the moonlight streaming in the window.

They discovered on their own that the best way for a biped and a quadruped to make out is for the quadruped to lay on his back, low, against a wall or something (in this case the doorframe) and have the biped lay atop his chest. Or straddle him, if you will. Igor liked it because he could get his paws under Norman's shirt, run his claws through the Akita's thick fur. Norman liked it because he could actually touch the dragon's body like this, as opposed to when they were standing and all he could reach was Igor's neck.

His shirt and undershirt were quickly discarded. Igor's took a bit more work, until the drake said; "Just rip the bottom part, I'll velcro it or something." So Norman ripped it from the wingholes to the bottom hem, and it came off easily after that. The canine's pants were uncomfortably tight, and it was barely five minutes before he began pulling at the button. Igor helped him a bit, but was less familiar with how to get pants off, having never worn any.

When those were off (which took a bit, as Norman forgot about his shoes until his pants were around his ankles), they left up on kissing, rather suddenly. Norman stood, wearing just his boxer-briefs, and Igor said, "C'mon," his voice strained with need. He flipped onto his feet and paced over to his bed, which was on the floor and more a cushioned corner than a matress. The drake turned sideways to face the canine, then lowered his frontside to the ground, stretching, before letting his backside flop down so he was laying on his side. His eyes were drawing on the canine like steel cables.

Norman gulped, underwear badly tented and damp at the point. Igor's equipment was totally visible now; his big, thick sheath, two bulges behind it larger than his fists, and, of course, his cocks. Plural. One above the other, both identical, both with large ridges at the base, swollen like a knot, and rounded triangular heads. Jet-black, they gleamed in the dim light, wet with the gooey secretion from his sheath. Each one was roughly as long as his forearm, not counting his hand, and thicker around than a soda bottle.

The canine gripped the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down slowly, his curled tail flicking back and forth. His cock got hung up for a second, then jumped free, pulsing and oozing clear precum; his knot was already halfway swollen. Igor's reaction was exhilerating; the dragon shifted as though about to stand, breathing deep, eyes locked on the dog's cock, which was nothing to mock, though it was of course not as long as a dragon's.

Norman paced slowly towards the drake, though all he wanted was to take a running dive between Igor's hind legs. He gave the dragon a little grin, holding his cock out of reflex to keep it from bobbing uncomfortably. Igor scrambled again, as though he meant to get up; his eyes were burning and almost unrecognisable.

"How should we do this?" Norman asked softly, uncertain as he realised he'd never be able to fit either of the dragon's cocks inside him.

Igor panted, studying the problem. "I guess you're on top."

"You sure? I could lick you instead..." Norman offered softly.

Igor shook his head. "I wanna fuck. I want you to fuck me." With an effort, he rolled over onto his back, both cocks slapping around wetly. "I need a good tail ploughing. Think you can give me that?"

Norman's eyes were locked on his, his breath was weak. He licked his lips.

Then Igor was making soft, squeaking cries as the canine poked at the slit on the underside of his tailbase. His cockhead wasn't really made to spread a slit as narrow as that, so he had to use his fingers. When the tip slid inside, he wasn't sure who was moaning louder. It felt like his dick was in a vice, a wonderfully tight vice that squeezed it from both sides, hot and slick and amazing.

He sunk in up to his knot and started going at it. Igor was making a racket, his cocks squirting precum eagerly; Norman had the bright idea of holding onto them as a brace, which had the added effect of tugging on them in time with his thrusts. Igor yerped at him and pawed at him with his hindpaws, thrashing his head around.

Hunched over the dragon's crotch, Norman couldn't believe how large the two were. The two holes, each on the underside of its head rather than the tip, were as large around as his fingers, and produced clear stickiness at a frightening rate. Fascinated, the canine gripped the lower cock's end and rubbed its slippery head, smearing precome all over it. There was a little fold of skin right below Igor's heads, which he supposed worked like a foreskin when he was soft. He found when he tugged on it, Igor yelped and squirted.

All the while, Norman hammered the dragon's backside. His strokes slowed progressively, until he was at a crawl and said, "I'm close..." in a harsh grunt.

"Are you gonna tie me?" Igor asked anxiously, gasping for breath.

Norman looked down at his badly swollen knot, lodged against the dragon's slit. "I don't think it's gonna fit..."

"Can you try?" Igor whimpered. "Turn... turn sideways..."

Norman tilted his head. The dragon's tailslit ran down the length of his tail. If he turned sideways, he might be able to cram his knot in. Maybe.

Awkwardly, he shifted to the side, holding his cock by the base and twisting it. Then he pushed. His knot plugged up the slit, and Igor's face contorted as he pressed harder, and then suddenly it was in.

Norman squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cum. It was next to impossible, with his knot now buried in that hot vice, the dragon's tailslit clenching down on the short length behind his knot, just the way his body was programmed to respond to. Somehow, he managed to hold off a second, and then another, and he opened his eyes slowly, staring at the dragon. Igor's eyes had flared wide as he was stuffed up, and he was now breathing fast and whimpering. "G-gods... Norman..."

"Is it too big?" Norman asked gruffly, mind fogged by his proximity to cumming.

Igor shook his head violently. "N-norman, I'm gonna cum... Fuck me, fuck me!"

Norman gripped his hips and complied, slamming into the drake with very short, compressing strokes on the last inch of his cock.

"Oh gods... Norman!"

Suddenly, the walls of the dragon's rectum clamped down on his knot, on the portion of his cock behind it, and that was it. Igor beat him by a second or two; with the clench came a surge of dragon semen squirting from both his cocks, sticky strings that got everywhere, almost uncomfortably hot. The drake yelled something fierce as he came; Norman was usually a relatively quiet orgasmer, but he got rather loud as well as his cock throbbed, the tip feeling hot and wet, the heat then spreading up and down it.

The Akita slowly slumped atop the dragon's twin erections, which were still pulsing and oozing onto him, and lay there until his mind stopped spinning in circles. At length, the drake looked down at him, giving him a tired smile. "That was wonderful," he panted.

Norman nodded concurrence. "It'll be a bit yet before I can pull out," he said.

Igor nodded, still trying to get his breath back. "I've never been knotted before," he said.

"Like it?" Norman inquired.

"It's bigger than I thought it would be," Igor confessed. "It didn't hurt too much, though. Just for a second when you put it in."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise, it was fantastic."

Norman grinned in spite of himself. "So, which one do you use?"

"Eh?"

"Your cocks. You've got two."

"Oh," the dragon grinned. "Well, if you're mating another dragon... if you're standing, and on top, you use the top one, and the bottom one squirts onto the ground when you cum. If your partner's on his or her back, you use the bottom one, and the top one squirts onto their stomach. Some females will let you use both, but that wrenches if you're not careful."

"Speak from experience?"

"Oh, goodness, no. I only sleep with males."

"Oh," Norman said, surprised. "I figured you were a bit of a stud."

"I play around, but I'm only really interested if there's another penis involved," Igor admitted with a bit of embarrassment. "Though I daresay I wasn't expecting one as magnificent as yours."

Norman laughed playfully. "Come on, now, I'm trying to soften up, here!"

The dragon leered at him. "You could always go again..."

"Ooh, not until tomorrow morning, I couldn't," Norman groaned. "I'm exhausted. Ah, here we go."

Both waited expectantly as Norman's pecker shrunk, aching up and down for the canine. When it was small enough, he tugged, and the remains of his knot came out of the dragon's tailslit, followed by his shaft, glistening with his own cum.

When he'd finished unclogging the drake, Igor beckoned. "C'mere."

Norman lay down beside him, and Igor pulled him close with all four limbs, his soft, rubbery cocks against the canine's knees, the bulges of his testes against his shins. The Akita pressed his toe against the dragon's slippery tailslit, face mischevious, and Igor gasped and flicked him reprimandingly with his tongue, before curling his neck around so he could look at the canine in his limbs. Norman smiled broadly at him, and Igor smiled back, more sincerely. He opened his mouth and hesitated.

"I really like you, Norman..." he said quietly.

The canine reached out to touch his face. "You're sweet. I'm quite fond of you too."

Igor sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to him, and the two drifted off into slumber.