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Just because he had wings, didn't mean that Pyros was going to let the rest of his body go to waste.

It would have been just as easy for him to fly his way over the trees, but there was something fulfilling and proud about stamping his way up the trail on foot, jogging his way higher and higher into the clouds and making sure that his whole body benefitted from a fitness routine.

When he reached the top, it'd be easy for him to glide his way back down and land safely at the parking lot, but earning that smooth, breezy ride to the bottom was all part of the reward, and the marker for the end of the trail was in sight.

"...I must be getting b-better at this," he stammered through his words as clawed feet pounded the dirt below into an even tighter pack. "The last few times, I've been t-totally wasted by the time I got here...but I feel like...like I could go a little further!"

It was well known that the trail around the top of Mount Cinderil continued beyond where the trail marker rested, but there was nothing to stop people from going right past the sign.

For the first time, Pyros was doing exactly that, and almost immediately, he noticed how much thicker the spots of grass became. The dirt was looser and the root systems of the trees were more prominent, but the changing terrain simply kept him on his toes; it was nice to have a change of environmental pace, when he was used to doing the same trail every day.

There were a few pawprints marking the trail around him, but other than that, the pathway rapidly devolved into the overgrowth of trees and thickets of bushes, giving Pyros a hearkening back to what nature was _supposed_to be like: wild and unblemished by the marks of society, he couldn't recall the last time he felt so liberated by hiking up into the peaks.

As thrilling an experience as it was, Pyros wouldn't be at all surprised to discover that he wasn't alone in going past the marker, but the others who went beyond the sign weren't the average, everyday joggers that he was used to seeing.

Just a tenth of a mile past the marker, he didn't see anyone at all...and that was no mistake.

"Guess it's just n-not as busy back here," Pyros told himself, but he couldn't deny feeling a subtle chill at the idea of running past a designated trail marker. He knew that those were usually put in place for the sake of safety, but with his wings, he'd be able to float himself back down the mountain anytime, if the situation became truly desperate.

That part would have been easy, as well, if not for the length of rope that flung from the trees and wrapped around the base of each of his wings, binding his shoulders together.

"The f-fuck?!"

He kicked his heels down and tried to spread his wings, but flapping them proved nigh impossible when the rope around the base tightened, pulling the membranous flesh into itself. His claws scraped and raked at the ground, but the first rope was already making him struggle...and he couldn't dodge a second loop as it flew from behind a tree and captured his wrist.

His arm was tugged painfully taut, but as he fought back against his unseen assailant, he managed to pull one of them into view...

...He wished he hadn't gasped quite so loud, but he'd never seen such a tall, thick feline before in his life, and the beastly creature was looking down on the dragon with a bloodlust like nothing he'd ever experienced.

"What...w-what the hell is the meaning of this?" he asked, trying to keep his calm, hoping that he might be able to reason with the feline beasts. "I'm sorry if I was trespassing, honestly! Just...g-get these damned ropes off of me and I'll be on my way!"

It was bold of him to assume that someone who used ropes for the purpose of capture would be willing to hear him out, but as another rope came from the other side of the trail and another cougar jumped out of the thickets, he felt as though he'd broken through: the tugging on his limbs had stopped, even if it was only a brief reprieve.

He didn't have much time to get his point across, and even stretching his wings was enough for the cougar behind him to tug on the rope, keeping the membranes pinned close together.

"Look, there...there's obviously been some kind of mistake," Pyros groaned, trying to keep a stiff upper lip and a kindly smile; that was proving harder than any point of his run up the side of the mountain, thus far. "I'm sorry if I've somehow wronged the three of you, but I'd be more than happy to be on my way if you would just...b-be so kind as to escort me out of here?"

There was no guarantee that he'd be able to communicate with the cougars: they wore no clothes, their stares were savage, and thus far, the only sound he heard was a firm, distant rumbling. The more he spoke, the louder they growled, as if they were trying to drown out the sound of his plea.

A fourth cougar was coming down the path in front of him, and he only noticed that one thanks to the calming gesture of a lifted paw that he offered, as he stood in the middle of the pathway ahead.

"We'd be more than happy to escort you away from here, specifically," the man spoke, but already, his voice was hinting at ulterior motives. "I'm afraid we can't just let you leave, however."

Pyros cocked a brow. From his position, it was difficult for him to try and look or act stoic, but he was giving that act all the effort he had left; now that his adrenaline was starting to dip, he didn't have the same amount of effort in his proverbial fight, and the ropes around his back were still preventing him from taking flight.

"Please don't tell me this is your way of trying to be sly or clever about planning to eat me or something," Pyros muttered. "If you're really gonna do away with me, just fucking do it..."

"So grim ," the ringleader taunted him. He stepped forward with no fear, knowing the fellow members of his pack would keep the dragon from ever being able to reach him. "Honestly, don't you think they'd have more of a barrier up at the end of the trail if people were disappearing up here and bones were turning up?"

"...And you expect me to believe that you'd be that careless with such evidence?"

"I'd expect you to believe that we're not going to eat you," the cougar replied. "You're alone up here; if we were that kind of tribe, we wouldn't have bothered with the ropes in the first place."

Pyros gulped back a lump of nerves: that didn't make him feel any better. "So...w-what is the plan, exactly?"

"Well, you are trespassing," the ringleader reminded him. "But we've got an understanding with the ranger down at the bottom of the mountain...a little something that allows people to circumvent the fines that come along with trespassing on private property."

"How much is the fine?"

"About $500."

Pyros sighed. "And the alternative payment is...?"

"If the ropes and the lack of clothing weren't a hint enough, I'm not sure what more I can do to spell it out for you," the cougar teased. "Though, I'd be more than happy to size you up before we get back to the cave, if it'll help me get my point across."

A palm cupped Pyros' covered member, holding it snug in the pocket of his boxers...and the dragon needed no further explanation.

He was flustered by the overt hint, but as talented as the feline was with his fingertips, the dragon wasn't going to complain about the clue being given far longer than necessary.

"You actually have t-that kind of a deal with the ranger?" Pyros asked, wondering if he was just being tricked into a romp with a pack of horny cougars. "I can't imagine he'd sign off on this kind of thing...or that he'd even be allowed to sign off on this kind of thing."

"Some things happen off the record, y'know."

"But this?"

"Also off the record," he suggested. "But if you don't believe me, you're more than welcome to glide down the mountain when we're done and let him know what happened."

It was such a bold claim that Pyros wanted to call the cougar's bluff, but he didn't think that he'd be let free until he went through with whatever they'd asked of him, regardless.

Trapped in the ropes with no easy means of escape, Pyros briefly contemplated a final attempt at gliding down the side of the mountain, but any twitch of his shoulders forced the skilled knot around the base of his wings to tighten up that much further.

His only option was to trust a bunch of strangers that they were only going to have a little fun with him and send him on his way...and that was the best case scenario.

"Let's just get it over with, then."

**

The cave wasn't too much further up the path, but clearly, the cougars didn't trust Pyros to behave himself: they kept the ropes around his body the entire way up the trail, even when the thickets of trees became so full overhead that he wouldn't have been able to fly through them, whether he was unencumbered or not.

Under the cover of those trees was the mouth of a cave that was a half mile past where the trail ended, just beyond the reaches of where most hikers would be brave enough to go. Light broke through the canopy in just enough volume to illuminate the patches of grass at the entrance, but once he was inside, it was an elaborate network of torches that lit the way and revealed a small, dug-out pit in the middle of a much larger cavern.

As far as Pyros could tell, that spot was a conversation pit, but the crude, interesting frame in the middle, carved from the trunk of a fallen tree, couldn't have been comfortable for sitting on; he gleaned the purpose of it even before it was explained to him.

"Before I get onto...w-whatever that is supposed to be," Pyros hesitated, "You guys promise that this is really some form of alternative payment? I'm not gonna make my way back down the mountain and end up getting fined anyway, am I?"

There was always the fallback strategy of gliding down the backside of the mountain and walking back to his car if he was truly worried, but the dragon was already struggling to ignore his better sensibilities: everything about the situation made him believe that he was just being fucked with, before literally being fucked with.

Whether that was true or not, he'd stopped caring quite as much...no matter what the method was that brought him to be tied up by a group of stunning cougars, he was more than happy to be their prey, but playing along as if he wasn't quite so willing seemed to work for them, just as much as it did for the dragon himself.

He wasn't pliable, however, until he felt a delicate stroke along the side of the tender frills along the top of his head.

"We'll see to it that you don't have to pay any fines," the ringleader claimed, "Just as long as you let us have a little fun with you...you might even end up enjoying yourself before it's all said and done!"

Pyros was already melting from that delicate touch: the cougar couldn't have known what a weak spot he'd struck, and the dragon didn't want to give away too many secrets at once, but before too much longer, there wouldn't be any way for him to keep his sensitivity from the pack of eager felines.

They were already ushering him toward the crude, wooden frame and using the ropes that were already in place to make sure that he wouldn't try anything funny, but at that point, Pyros knew what he was getting into.

The ropes were less than necessary, but against the front of his gym shorts, it was all too obvious how much he appreciated the extra touch.

"It's a good thing you happened upon someone like me," Pyros suggested, letting the meaning of the words dangle for a moment. "I can't imagine everyone you guys pounce upon is so understanding of your...shall we say...aggressive tactics?"

"Not so much, no," the ringleader admitted. For being so aggressive earlier, the lead cougar was using an impressively delicate touch to fasten Pyros' neck to the front of the crude bondage horse, and around the back, his wings were kept tied tight and held out of the way, making it easy for a pair of the felines to stand behind him and appreciate the sensual spread they'd created. "And those who aren't interested, we're more than happy to let go so they can pay their fine and be on their way...you don't want to pay the fine, do you?"

Even if there was no fine, Pyros was more than happy to accept the fate that befell him, and the sight of the ringleader's arousal was pushing him even further down a corrupted path: as much as there were no secrets about their intentions before, precum dripping from the barbed tip of a feline cock and full, plentiful throbs from the same drove the point home in a way that no words ever could.

Pyros contemplated making the cougar work just a little bit harder for his fun, but the tasty looking flesh was already right at the edge of the wooden frame, a breath away from his lips; he couldn't help flicking his tongue forth and having a quick sample of the feline treat.

"If this is the alternative," Pyros whispered between lashes of the tongue, "Then I'm sure we can all work something out..."

He cocked a brow behind him when he felt claws poking at his shorts. "But...do not rip those," he demanded. "That's my favorite pair, and I'm not in the mood to go flying with a rudder catching the breeze..."

Without ropes around his legs, it was easy for a pair of cougars to slide the shorts and the boxers beneath from Pyros' hips, but once they were pulled down and off one of his ankles, the pack of eager felines was done waiting for their fun to begin.

Occupying himself with the oral treat instead, Pyros didn't even see if anyone lubed anything up behind him, but he could feel the cool, smooth and familiar sensation of the same as it was pressed and rubbed against his pucker, loosening the tender flesh and forcing him to shiver against the wooden horse...but there was just as much delight running through his body, if not more, than the subtle discomfort he felt at the contrasting temperature.

"Can't believe you were bold enough to go making demands like that when you're in such a pinch, but I gotta say, I respect the hell out of it," the ringleader declared. He didn't give Pyros a chance to answer, but as if to honor the dragon's boldness, he stepped in closer and stroked his fingertips over the ends of each of his long, golden frills, tickling them as his length dipped further into the draconic maw. "You guys make sure to take good care of this one, hm? It's the least we can do for inconveniencing him like this."

A larger paw took his left cheek, a smaller one took his right, and his asshole was spread apart as two cougars lifted his tail and kept it out of the way, wanting to see every glistening detail of his lubricated tailhole in the lowlight of the torches.

Groaning around his mouthful, Pyros wished he could have stolen a glance at the cougars that were going to sample his body, but just beyond the ringleader, he could see more members of the small, hidden tribe coming out of the distant caverns, flooding the main chamber with their warm presence.

Each one had the same look of anticipation and admiration for the red and gold dragon, and thanks to the delicate stroke upon his frills, he was able to get past a moment of stage fright and accept the tip of a full, throbbing length against his asshole...and the weight of penetration came nice and easy, when the shaft of his length felt a stroke from underneath the bondage horse.

The largest cougar was the one taking Pyros from behind, and the smallest, as ever, was left to kneel beneath the wooden frame to ensure that the dragon was comfortable in his current predicament; with a cock sliding further and further into his mouth, the dragon wasn't able to complain, but had he the freedom to speak, he would have made a quip about just how welcoming the cougars were, now that they'd become honest about their intentions.

Keeping those words would have been nigh impossible when the girth of a shaft pushed further and further into his body...but he would have been more than happy to stammer his way through his praises, all the same.

"Don't worry too much about the crowd...we just like to show our appreciation for those who actually come back to the cave with us," claimed the ringleader. "Thanks to the rumors about what horrors lurk beyond the trail marker, we don't get as many visitors, these days. It's a special treat for the whole tribe when we actually get to entertain such a handsome guest."

Pyros took the flattery as genuine: there was no need for the felines to stroke his ego when they had him trapped to the frame, but they were being kinder and gentler with him than he would have expected, given their obvious, physical prowess and their initially aggressive nature.

Once they calmed down, the dragon was left to wonder if he'd even be sore when all was said and done...but he'd quickly come to find just how mistaken he was.

This calm was more akin to the eye of a storm, and the other side was quickly dawning upon him: the full weight and girth of the largest cougar came to rest against his ass as it was spread, and every inch the feline had to offer was buried into the waiting pucker, until the warmth and fluff of full, heavy orbs came to rest against the back of Pyros' own sack.

He's a big boy, the dragon thought. He tried not to suckle any tighter on the ringleader, but feeling that overwhelming pressure, he couldn't help a stifled moan and a deep, tight swallow around the tip of the barbed length. And he knows how to move...fucking hell...

It wasn't just a deep, mindless fuck, much as Pyros had come to expect that.

Each thrust was made with a slow, long roll of the hips, allowing the dragon to learn the unique flesh of the largest hunter at a pace that was reasonable...but taking so much cock never felt reasonable when it was stretching his body, bending his ass to the whims of each thrust.

Difficult as that proved, Pyros was loving the surprisingly affection strokes of claws along his shoulders and down the edges of his lower back, bringing a satisfying tickle into the equation. He trembled in place and shook the crude bondage horse down to the very core of the frame, and all the while, precum pumped from the end of his draconic length...but it was never allowed to reach the floor.

Two tongues were on clean-up duty at that point, as the crowd continued to gather around and get involved in the show. As one moved up and down the sides of his shaft and spent a little time kissing and nibbling at the base of his sack, the other stayed in place, kissing and suckling at the tip to ensure that nothing was wasted.

He didn't have quite the same luck in the front, where the ringleader pulled back a little bit...but only so he could share the same space with another pair of males: three eager cocks were spitting at his muzzle and trying to cram into one open, gasping mouth, and just as Pyros would have expected, he was struggling to manage everything...

...But he certainly wasn't complaining, given what a warm welcome he'd been thrust into the middle of.

"Bout time you came back with some of the spoils of a hunt," Pyros heard voices, but he couldn't see beyond the trio of males that were taking turns pumping their lengths over his tongue and spilling precum down his neck. "Instead of just taking him out on the trail like you usually do."

"Can't blame me for being a little greedy when I'm the one out there risking my neck, can you?"

There was more to the tribe than Pyros could garner from the surface, but the deeper meaning behind the act was lost on him, in the heat of the moment.

Thanks to the gracious pace that he'd been warmed up with, his tailhole stretched easily around the massive cougar that started him off, but much to his surprise, the beast pulled back without warning and unleashed a long, full streak of seed across the lower back of the panting dragon.

His backside wasn't prepared to be left empty so suddenly, but the greater surprise, even than the messy trails of white that spilled over the membrane of his wings, was the pair of cocks that began jockeying for position in a passage that was already struggling to take just one male.

The two that immediately snuck into place to fill in for Pyros weren't quite of the legendary size that the first male was, but as he felt twin tips of feline nature pushing at his stretched, gaping passage and fighting to be the one to claim him, he could already imagine that they'd find a way to cooperate...and it only took a few seconds for fantasy to become reality, and strategy to overtake blind lust.

"Just...m-move to the side a little..."

"Like that?"

One head slipped inside, while the other captured a bit of open, stretched passage and snuck in alongside it, moving with a different pace and depth.

That was all that Pyros could take without erupting into the mouths of the two happy cougars down below, but even as his body shuddered against the bondage horse and his toes curled tight into themselves, he couldn't properly declare his intentions.

He was too busy handling the first of the ringleader's seed, as a gush of cum sprayed across the back of his tongue and spilled right down his swallowing throat.

"Best f-fucking hunt we've had in years ," he tripped over his words, shameless about letting the dragon hear just how much he appreciated the oral service. "You ever feel like c-coming past the trail marker again...just come on up...we won't even have to tie you down, this time!"

If he was being honest with himself, Pyros could admit that the ropes were an arousing touch; they were all part of the unique cocktail that was the unexpected situation, and whether it was the stroke along his spines, the tongues swirling around his leaking cock, or the host of other cougars that were pumping his body full of their flesh while others waited just nearby, every ingredient felt necessary to make the experience truly memorable.

He didn't think a return trip would dilute the enjoyment whatsoever...and he'd already scheduled another hike to the peak for the following week.