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Retrieving a Friend

The great tree towered before them in the noonday sun, the four dragons looking upwards in grim awe. High in its branches they could see the wood and stone of a treetop retreat, secluded from the ground below. No ladder or staircase scaled the mighty tree, and no secret entrance could be found at its base. A perfect hideaway for a flying monster.

"They have to be up there," Jaler said, scouring the branches for any sign of their comrade, "so we're going up." He glanced at the blacksmith, who had accompanied them on their mission, "do your thing, Tuon."

The bulky lavender drake, wearing ill-fitting armor that he'd scrambled together in order to accompany the band of soldiers, nodded. "One pathway to our friend, coming right up." He unslung a hastily-forged javelin, all the more impressive given its still-masterful craftsmanship, and tied a length of rope around the hoop at its base.

Taking aim, he hurled it skyward, the metal missile streaking through the air before finally burying itself in a thick branch overhanging one of the balconies.

Drawing two full-sized wood axes from his belt, Tuon said, "I'll keep watch down here. Besides, I don't know if the rope can hold me."

Jaler nodded. "Alright. One at a time, after me."

"Shouldn't I go first," the yellow brawler, Rinnal, suggested, "I am the heaviest of us."

"Or I could," volunteered Kuno, "I'm the lightest and I could check to make sure the rope is anchored."

"No, a good leader always assumes the most risk when it arises. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to either of you." Stepping forward, the red warrior tugged on the rope, then clung to it and lifted his feet up off the ground, testing if it could hold his weight. He bounced on it a few times, before finding it satisfactory and beginning to haul himself up, hand over hand.

The climb wouldn't have been easy under any circumstances, but it was especially difficult given his heavy armor. Nothing would stop him, though; Grove was up there somewhere, and needed their help.

He did not dare look down, lest he become dizzy and lose his grip, and looking up at the distant javelin only reinforced how far he had to go, so he just focused on his hands and the rope in front of him.

At last, arms burning and sweat trickling under his metal plate, he reached the top of the rope. The balcony was only a few arm-lengths away, so he swung back and forth and then launched himself onto it, tucking into a roll as he landed.

Looking back to inspect the javelin, he found a full third of it firmly embedded in the branch. He doubted very much that they would ever actually be able to get it out, but that was just fine. Leaning out over the railing, he waved for his team to follow him up.

Rinnal came first, yanking hard on the rope to make sure it could hold him before clambering up much as Jaler had. Kuno waited patiently for him to disappear over the railing before following him up, the blue scout's light frame and lighter armor making scaling the rope almost trivial. It gave him a sense of pride that there was something he knew he was good at.

While he waited for them, Jaler took a quick look around the room. There wasn't much here, save for some crates, jars, oddly purple foliage, and several large puddles of purplish goo. He could see a stone hallway leading around a corner to some other part of the retreat. There were holes in the floor and walls, and the whole place looked fairly decayed. It must've been quite grand when it was first built, though.

Jaler turned his attention back to his comrades, catching and steadying both of them as they landed on the balcony, one after the other. Silently, the three readied their weapons; Jaler drew his sword, Rinnal raised his fists, and Kuno notched an arrow in his bow.

The red warrior leading them, they proceeded further into the treetop lair, rounding the corner and proceeding down the stone hallway. Their footsteps seemed terribly loud on the flagstones, but nothing jumped out to attack. Turning another corner the three discovered why:

They were presented with a room overlooking the ocean, with a large table off the far right, shelves full of books and glass bottles lined up against the far wall, and off to the left was a bed, from which emanated the sound of squeaking and loud moans.

Atop the bed was a huge moth creature, thrusting and bucking with wild abandon, and under him, covered from horns to feet in dark latex, was what could only be Grove.

He was trembling and bucking against the bed, thrusting hopelessly into a glowing rubber bulge over his groin. Purple antennae rose from his latex-clad head, and his half-lidded eyes shone deep purple from under the mask.

From the look of it, the moth was far too distracted with his toy to have noticed their approach. That did not last, as a creak of the floor under the dragons' feet was enough to finally rouse his attention, and he shot a purple-tinged glance over his shoulder to see who would dare to disturb him.

"More foolish dragons to perfect." He hummed, pulling his thick, throbbing cock from Grove's hole and rising to face the newcomers. "Good. You will join your companion in servitude to me, forever." He pulled his latex thong up over his cock, the rubber stretching and snapping noisily. Purple runes glowed from the dark material.

Grove merely lay upon the bed, the latex bulge over his groin twitching helplessly.

"Surrender and face justice." Jaler ordered, his voice as cold as the steel of his blade.

In response, the moth spread his wings wide, rubber squeaking as the straps across his body stretched with the movement. Two purple orbs floated at his wingtips, and two great purple eyes shone in the dim light of the bedroom, each one emblazoned onto the moth's wings. Their harsh gaze fell upon the party, illuminating them in purple light and awakening something deep inside them.

"No!" Kuno spat, knowing well what that color meant, and loosed an arrow at the moth.

He flapped his wings and batted it aside easily, but the movement broke eye contact, and the three dragons attacked.

Jaler and Rinnal charged forward while Kuno stayed back, the blue ranger firing arrows between his two companions.

The moth fell back, showing alarming grace for his size as he side-stepped the red warrior's sword and gave him a rough kick as he went by, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Shaking his head, Jaler started to rise, but looked up to find one of the purple orbs floating before him, staring into his eyes. He suddenly found that he couldn't move, nor did he want to.

Rinnal charged him, roaring, and the moth caught his fists in his hands, chitin meeting scaled flesh as they grappled, pushing back and forth in an almost infantile shoving match. An arrow whizzed by one of the moth's antennae, and he glanced up to see Kuno lining up another shot, aimed directly at his head. The ranger's eyes blazed with an indignant fury that seemed out of place given his small stature.

Without a moment to lose the moth did what came naturally and fought dirty. He directed a powerful kick right up between the brawler's legs, slamming into his crotch and making the yellow drake flinch and grimmace. It was all the distraction that was needed for the moth to overpower him, throwing him to the floor and trampling over him as he leapt for the ranger.

Rinnal reached for the moth's ankle, growling in fury, until the other purple orb came to hover in front of him, catching his gaze and not letting him go. A hot flush spread over the brawler, and he was reminded of the pod that had trapped him in the jungle.

Another arrow leapt from Kuno's bow, glancing off the chitin of the moth's forearm, before the huge male's foot slammed into his chest, knocking him back into the wall.

As he tried to scramble to his feet, a powerful hand grasped him by his neck and threw him to the center of the room, leaving his bow lying on the floor. Kuno landed hard, knocked silly by the impact. Coughing and sputtering, he struggled to get his legs under him.

The moth observed the three dragons, now helpless, and calmly flitted back to stand in front of the bed. "Now, shall we try this again?" Humming softly in triumph, he spread his wings, purple eyes revealed once more as he bathed the room ominous light. The wisps resumed their places at his wingtips.

All three dragons looked up, their defenses weakened, and were immediately entranced. Their cocks swelled under their uncomfortable, unneeded clothing, their eyes taking on a purple hue. A presence began to make itself known in their minds, twisting and corrupting...

"Good boys..." The moth purred softly, "now, embrace the fate of all dragonki-"

Grove had embraced the fate of all dragonkind. His life was pleasure and bliss. Every day he felt the same wonderful things; his cock straining uselessly against his bulge, denied orgasm for the rest of eternity, and his master railing his tight, slutty hole, seeding him deeply.

Everything was perfect and everything was right. This was where he belonged. Heat and desire pulsing through him, living in unbearable need. Pent up and wanting and madly aroused. Forever.

Then one day his beloved master had paused while fucking him. That had never happened before. Well, he didn't think it had. It must be some new game. Then the cock had pulled out entirely, leaving him open and needy once more.

He whimpered under his mask, moaning and humping at the air to try and entice his sexy, handsome, dominant master back into bed with him. He needed to be fucked. He needed more sex. He needed more of that wonderful denial.

His master spoke, but not to him. The words were too quiet and distant. The sound of combat reached his rubber-clad earholes. Metal and wood crashing together, grunts and roars of a decidedly non-sensual variety.

His half-lidded eyes blinked under the mask. He sat up, slowly, his cock throbbing as latex creaked around him. He loved that sound so much...

He could see, through his purple-tinted vision, three dragons fighting his wonderful, sexy master. Another slow blink later, and he recognized them. Their names were not important, and so escaped him. But he knew them. He had known them. In his previous life.

The latex-covered drake watched their fight, watched them fall before his master, just as he had succumbed. They were foolish and brave to resist. He wondered, had they come for him? He could think of no other reason for them to be here, but thinking was hard in general. Best not to think, and let master take care of things.

But something stirred inside his chest, and suddenly he felt sad. He watched as master spread his beautiful wings, bathing the three dragons in corrupting light. It was so arousing, but seemed so unfair. Why should master do this to his friends, who had been so brave and came to save him from his wonderful fate? His friends, who he loved so much, and had so many fond memories of!

He loved his friends, and he loved his master. He had to help them somehow, even if he knew he couldn't harm him, never in an eternity. But he could always show him how much he loved him...

Lurching up off the bed, Grove half-leapt and half-fell forward, latex squeaking loudly. His rubber-clad arms crumpled the moth's wings and pinned them to his sides as he hugged his beloved master from behind.

As the purple light was extinguished, the moth looked down at Grove, growling in frustration, "what are you-" Hearing scaled feet scraping against wood, he turned forward just in time to see Rinnal's knuckles before they collided with his face, sending him sailing through the air and crashing against the wall, before crumpling forward to lie face-down on the bed.

"Ohhhhhhhh-" His mind buzzed uselessly, dazed and disoriented, as heavy footsteps approached. Looking up, he saw a very angry yellow dragon standing over him. Then the drake raised his fists and brought them down right on the back of the moth's head, knocking him out cold.

The two purple orbs previously hovering by his wingtips promptly fled, whizzing over the balcony railing and away over the trees.

Jaler and Kuno staggered over to join their comrade, straightening their armor. "Good work, Rinnal." The warrior patted him on the shoulder.

The blue ranger looked over at Grove, who was now lying inert on the floor. "Is he gonna be okay?" He knelt down next to him, waving a hand in front of his vacant, purple eyes.

"He will be, once we get this stuff off of him." The confidence with which Jaler said that raised some questions in his subordinates, but neither voiced them.

The latex was tough and difficult to get a hold on, but eventually they were able to dig their claws in enough to start tearing it away. The latex at first tried to fill in the gaps they created, but it worked much too slowly, and eventually they'd managed to remove it all and toss it away into a far corner.

There the remains sat, a pair of ragged gloves, a pair of ragged leggings, half of a mask, and a thong-like strip with the null bulge in the center.

Grove now lay naked, the purple slowly fading from his eyes as he blinked. He took a deep breath, and looked up at his friends, smiling weakly. "Thanks," was all he said.

The three dragons standing over him grinned: that was the Grove they knew.

They did the same with the moth, stripping away his latex coverings and using them to tie him up, though when he came to he insisted it wasn't necessary. His name, he explained, was Lum, and he had been as much a hapless victim as them.

Kuno and Rinnal were skeptical, but Jaler and Grove seemed inclined to believe him, especially after he volunteered where he had put Grove's armor and gear. It would be decided back at camp what to do with him.

The four dragons dragged him back to their rope, and Grove excused himself to retrieve his armor. It took longer than they expected for him to return, but the blue drake was a little disoriented and tired from his ordeal, so they thought nothing of it.

Tying the moth to the end of the rope, they lowered him down, then the dragons scampered down after him, one after the other, and back to camp they went.

Later that night the whole settlement had gathered down by the beach to celebrate Grove's return, and the rescue of a new friend. Lum was shy at first, but gradually acclimated to the attention. Some of the braver workers, of which there were few, even let him fly them around. Drinks were served, buns were eaten, and much merriment was had by all.

Grove was there, of course, the dragon of the hour. His eyes were bloodshot from coffee and he seemed perpetually on the verge of falling asleep in his chair. He wasn't very talkative, either, but when was he ever? This, despite having spent all day in the inn.

No one was surprised when he excused himself, least of all Kuno. The blue ranger remembered his ordeal at the hands of the slimes when he'd first arrived here, and how exhausted it had left him. He had wanted to sleep for a full day, too. Guess that was the benefit of being a freelancer: you didn't have a commander to order you out of bed.

As he thought about that, Kuno noticed that the Grove had left his document case sitting on the table. A quick glance showed that he was already long gone, so someone would have to take it back to him. Grove had done him enough favors for Kuno to owe him several times over, so he quickly excused himself, picked up the case, and trotted up the path to the inn.

The common room was deserted, everyone being down at the party. The inn was dark and perfectly quiet, allowing Kuno to scamper to Grove's door without interruption, his light frame. As he put his hand on the knob, though, he stopped. From under the door he could hear deep moans and frenzied panting.

Kuno was no fool. A blushing virgin, maybe, but no fool. There was only one thing Grove could be doing that would make those noises. He knew he should've left right then, but something made him stay. Trying to steady his breathing so Grove wouldn't hear him, he glanced down the hall before kneeling down in front of the door and peered through the keyhole.

Grove's room was kinda small, actually, but there he was, lying face up on his bed tucked against the right wall. His armor had been dumped in an untidy heap on the floor, and the naked dragon was masturbating like there was no tomorrow. His hand had an iron grip around his shaft and he was pumping it up and down as fast as he could, his whole body shivering and quaking against the sheets. He either didn't notice or didn't care that he could be heard out in the hall.

Kuno felt himself stiffening, pitching a tent in his pants as Grove's hand jerked up and down his shaft, lubricated by the plentiful precum that oozed from his cock. Wet slapping overcame his needy moans, drowning out all other sounds, and still, no matter how hard or how long the blue mercenary played with himself, he didn't cum.

At last, Grove seemed to give up. He released his throbbing, drooling member and laid back on the bed, chest heaving as he caught his breath. His cock bobbed above his crotch, tall and proud and not softening in the slightest.

The sight made Kuno reach down and slip a hand into his trousers, gripping his own shaft and squeezing it gently. He wanted to just push them down and jack off right there in the hall, but was too worried about being caught to seriously consider it... for more than a few seconds, at least.

Sighing heavily, Grove got up off his bed and Kuno made ready to act innocent and knock to present the document case. To his surprise, instead of going for his clothes or for the door, Grove went to his wardrobe. Standing with his back to the door (which gave the ranger a pretty good view of his tail and ass), the blue drake rummaged around inside until he pulled out something small and black that Kuno couldn't really see.

Returning to his bed, Grove flopped down onto it and held up his prize, stretching it between his fingers. The awfully, wonderfully familiar sight of that black latex thong sent shivers down Kuno's spine. He wanted to flee from the inn, run back to the beach and leap into Rinnal's arms for comfort, but somehow, for some reason, he didn't.

Curiosity overpowering his fear, he watched in disbelief as Grove slipped his legs through the holes and pulled the underwear up his thighs. The rubber pouch reached his groin and almost seemed to spring onto it, hugging his package tightly as the strap drew up around his waist. A moment later, Kuno's breath caught as the thong suddenly elongated, rising into a huge cock and bulging pair of testicles.

Grove didn't seem concerned though, and in fact appeared relieved. Propping his pillow up against the head of the bed, the dragon spread his legs and reclined onto it. Ripples appeared in the rubbery fabric that had coated and enlarged his penis, stroking up and down his length in a way that he was clearly enjoying.

Kuno's brow furrowed, and he found himself a little jealous, and he didn't even think it was a result of the corruption that seemed to infest the northern expanse. Besides, that had been his underwear before the slimes had enhanced, uh, ruined it.

Grove groaned softly, reclining further onto his pillow as the thong picked up the pace. Precim began to ooze out of his tip once more, sliding down the back of his vulcanized cock in a long, sticky, glistening stream. As he spread his legs further, Kuno glimpsed a deformation in the thong right where Grove's pucker should be, moving in and out like a chest breathing. The underwear was fucking him in the ass too! For several long minutes, Grove relaxed and basked in what had to be ecstatic bliss, his whole body slack and totally relaxed as he let the thong have its way with him.

But after those few minutes, Grove began to get restless again. His brow knotted into a frustrated scowl, and the thong seemed to respond, picking up the pace as it stroked him. Faster and faster it went, with Grove slumping down onto the bed and gasping in pleasure with each ripple up his length and each thrust into his ass, but it just wasn't enough.

Kuno was starting to suspect he knew what was going on. This wasn't edging, Grove was trying to climax, and he couldn't. Something was stopping him, holding him right at the precipice, and it was beginning to drive him mad. Flipping over onto his stomach, the blue dragon humped wildly, his enlarged cock rubbing and sliding against the sheets, spurting streams of pre onto the virgin linen. He raised his tail high, inviting the thong to fuck him hard and deep, pounding his prostate into pulp.

With a desperate cry, he rolled back over, wrapping both hands around his cock and jerking off with reckless abandon, the sound of flesh against slicked latex filling the room with lewd squeaks that filtered out of the keyhole and into Kuno's eager earholes. Had the ranger spared some attention for Grove's face, he would've seen the dragon's eyes blazing with familiar light.

At last, tears of frustration leaking for the corners of his eyes, Grove collapsed on his back, lying limp and exhausted as his monolithic cock towered above, unsatisfied. Chest heaving as he sucked in ragged gasps of air, Grove slowly composed himself, until he was quiet and still on his bed.

He lay there for so long that Kuno thought he'd actually gone to sleep, even as his shaft continued to drip precum onto his stomach. Eventually, the blue dragon did heave himself into a sitting position, clumsily swinging his legs over the side of the bed and hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pushing it down, the material reverting to dormancy as Grove's penis slipped free, although his member remained hard and leaking.

Kuno thought that would be it, and found himself disappointed at the prospect, his hand squeezing his penis as if to console it. More than that, he felt sorry for Grove. He hadn't seen him with a pitched tent at the beach party, so it must go down eventually. Still, it was going to really suck trying to sleep with blue balls.

But the show wasn't over yet. Dropping the thong (somehow now clean again) onto the floor, Grove stood and returned to the wardrobe. He stood in front of it for a very long moment before opening it up and rummaging around in the very back. Finally, he pulled out a pair of black, shoulder-length latex gloves, a matching pair of latex stockings, a head mask, and a thong with an odd gray marking on it, like a square sun with four little beams of light around it. Retrieving a final item, which looked like a black latex wristband with an intricate, blocky gray pattern on it, Grove returned to his bed and set down the assorted articles.

For his part, Kuno wasn't sure where this was going, but it sure beat the heck out of not seeing any more action. His dick throbbed in his hand, creating a wet spot on the front of his trousers.

Looking down at the collection of kink gear laying before him, Grove heaved out a long, heavy sigh, and began to put it on. First came the stockings, which he had to carefully guide his talons through to avoid tearing, and then came the gloves. Latex snapped and squeaked through the whole thing, arousing Kuno in a way that he didn't think it would have just a couple weeks before.

The bulge-thong came next, slipped smoothly up the dragon's latex-covered legs before Grove paused half-way. He took a deep breath and looked at the other thong lying discarded on the floor, then pulled the new one all the way up over his crotch.

For a moment it seemed as if nothing was happening, then Kuno realized that the latex was moving. The edges of the gloves, stockings, and thong had liquified and were slowly flowing over Grove's scales, gradually covering him in the lustrous black material. Finally, it hit him: That was the same suit they'd just gotten him out of a few hours ago, and for some reason he was letting it reclaim him!

Yanking his hand out of his pants, Kuno fumbled for the door handle and shoved it open, "Grove!"

The blue dragon's head jerked towards him as he yelped in surprise, recoiling from the sudden noise and movement. He flailed for his sword and instead tripped over his discarded armor and fell over backwards onto his rump.

Kuno wasted no time in grabbing at the latex coverings, digging his claws under them and starting to pull at the stretchy black substance. "C'mon, help me get this off you!"

Grove batted his hands away, much to the ranger's chagrin, and they engaged in a brief slap fight, smacking at each other's hands ineffectually. Grove eventually just pushed Kuno away with a shove to his chest, knocking the ranger down onto his rump to sit opposite him on the floor.

They sat there, staring at each other, Kuno's mouth gaping in silent questioning while Grove just stared at the ranger's feet, his snout so red it could've been mistaken for Jaler's.

"What are you doing?" Kuno asked, "that stuff is evil, we have to get it off of you!"

The blue dragon sighed, and calmly reached up to slide a gloved claw under the semi-solid rubber on his shoulder, which had been slowly creeping up towards his neck. He lifted it off his scales without any visible effort, the rubber immediately starting to retreat back to his glove, helped along by a few more prods from Grove. When it had retreated all the way, he tugged the glove off his arm, demonstrating that he could remove it easily.

"Oh." Kuno wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Wizz." Grove explained tersely, tugging the glove back on.

Of course. The wizard had taken an interest in the local flora and fauna, and was well known around the settlement for tinkering with any abnormal artifacts that anyone bought him. Jaler had done so a couple of times, in fact. In hindsight, it was probably the wizard that had altered the underwear so that it wasn't so... clingy and evil. He almost certainly could have done the same with the latex suit, and Grove had been in the inn all day, free to go to him at any time.

"... Oh..." Kuno blushed too. He had just interrupted Grove's private time for no reason, then. "I'm sorry. I thought you were in danger."

Grove looked back and forth between Kuno and the wide-open doorway, before his eyes settled on the keyhole. His blush somehow managed to get even redder.

"I'm sorry..." Kuno repeated, feeling very small.

Grove was silent and still for a moment, the rubber latex taking the opportunity to fill in the last few patches of scales and forming a neat circle around his neck, leaving his head free. Heaving out a sigh, he clambered to his feet, rubber stretching loudly, and walked over to the door, pushing it closed.

Kuno watched him do it, gulping nervously. He knew the blue drake wasn't much of a talker, but he still couldn't shake the fear that he was about to get yelled at.

Instead, the rubberized drake took a seat on his bed, heaved out a sigh, then put on a shy, self-conscious smile. He patted the matress next to him, inviting Kuno up to sit by his side.

The little blue ranger obliged him silently, getting on his knees and pushing himself up onto the bed. Staring at the floor silently, he waited for Grove to tear into him; for peeking at him, for invading his privacy, for barging in unannounced, for almost breaking what was probably a one-of-a-kind rubber outfit, for any number of things.

Instead, what he got was a hug. It felt a little odd because of the cool rubber that touched his skin instead of warm scales, but it still carried the affection of another person with it.

"Thank you." Grove murmured softly. The rest was, of course, unsaid, but Kuno was sure he meant, "for caring about me and trying to help."

"Of course." Kuno blinked at him, "I always help my friends. And you've helped me out so much, I-" the words reminded him of why he'd come here in the first place, and he unslung the document case from around his shoulder and handed it to Grove. "Sorry, I was coming to give this back, and I got... distracted."

Grove took it from him, then huffed in amusement at the word 'distracted'. He set the case down on the table next to the bed, then sheepishly picked up the undergarments he'd been having such fun with earlier and offered them back to Kuno. They were technically his, after all.

"You can keep them," Kuno said, as part of his mind rebelled at giving up something that looked like so much fun to wear, "you saved me after all, and it would be kinda weird to wear them after you did."

Grove shrugged, still blushing, and dropped them back to the floor next to his armor.

They sat in silence for a long moment, before Kuno spoke up, "so, uh, you're having trouble with... I get it. I was like that after the slimes had me. I had it for about a day, where I couldn't really... you know."

Grove had obviously been in his situation a lot longer than Kuno, raising the question of how long he wouldn't be able to get off. The thought of being pent up like that for days and days on end was enough to make Grove whimper and cross his legs over his bulge.

Out of common obligation, Kuno said, "is there anything I can do to help?" He didn't really expect the answer to be yes, but if it was he really would be happy to help however he could. He stared at the floor, waiting for an answer

There was a long, long moment of silence, and then he looked up to see Grove looking at him questioningly. Intently. A new blush was already spreading across his snout.

"O-oh!" Kuno gulped, "L-like... you want me to... with you?"

A nod.

"I... Do you really think it would help?"

Grove shrugged; it couldn't hurt.

Kuno scratched at the corner of an eye, looking at the floor again, considering. It would be a lie to say that he had never thought about it. Grove was very handsome, and he was wonderfully kind under his silent and considerate demeanor.

A rubber hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked back up to see the blue drake smiling softly at him. Kind and patient and reassuring. The look said more clearly than any words, "only if you want to."

The ranger considered a little more, swallowing to wet his suddenly dry throat. Lifting his head slightly, he glanced up at Grove, enough to meet his eyes, and nodded. "Okay, let's do it."

They both sat there in awkward silence for a moment, blushing softly, before both looked away from the other and chuckled in embarrassment. Kuno didn't believe that this was Grove's first time, no matter how modest the blue drake was acting, but it made him more comfortable that his partner wanted to take it slow.

"Should I...?" He reached for Grove but wasn't sure where he should touch him and stopped half way.

Gently, Grove took his hand and guided it to his arm. He gently pushed it up and down, allowing Kuno to get comfortable with touching him while knowing he had Grove's consent. The rubber was cool and stretchy under his fingers, and it squeaked gently when Kuno squeezed his bicep. This continued for a while longer before the larger dragon softly nudged Kuno's hand downward, sliding it down his arm and onto his rubberized thigh.

This too Kuno stroked and kneaded, feeling the other dragon's firm, muscled flesh beneath the cool latex coating. His courage gathering, he slowly worked his way up towards Grove's bulge. Reaching it, he put his hand right on top of the blocky sun symbol and squeezed.

Grove groaned loudly, and Kuno flinched away before realizing the sound was a pleasured one. He squeezed again, caressing and kneading the bulge and the hot, needy member constrained within. It felt so weird to be doing this with his friend, but it felt right too. Good, even. His own penis was stiffening again, tenting his trousers.

Kuno continued massaging Grove's bulge as the other drake relaxed, laying down on the bed and resting his head on his folded arms, eyes drifting shut as his legs dangled off the bed. The gentle thrusting into the ranger's hand continued, latex stretching and flexing softly in the quiet room.

This was relaxing, Kuno thought; it wasn't quite what he'd had in mind when the other dragon had suggested sex, but it was still nice. He wanted to stroke himself, but was suddenly struck by a bout of shyness. It was one thing to touch someone's clothed genitals and entirely another to openly touch his own.

He stopped squeezing Grove's bulge, and the other male opened his eyes and looked up at him curiously. Kuno smiled awkwardly, and shrugged to try and displace the uncomfortable weight that settled onto his shoulders. "Sorry, I was just thinking about... taking my pants off to... you know. Just a little nervous, I guess."

Grove appeared to consider this, before sitting back up and gently sliding his fingers under the hem of Kuno's shirt, working it up over his head and leaving his torso bare. His bright, inquisitive look seemed to ask, "still comfortable?"

Kuno ran his hands down his chest and stomach. He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to anyway, like touching his own body would make his nudity more comfortable. It seemed to work, as he took a deep breath and nodded. "I think I can do the next bit myself." He pushed his hands into his trousers and slid them down his legs, leaving him just in his underwear. That he was not ready to remove, and told Grove as much.

He nodded and smiled reassuringly, laying back on the bed once more.

Kuno resumed squeezing his bulge, teasing Grove and working him up until he felt comfortable pushing off his underwear too, leaving the ranger totally naked. He had expected it to feel transgressive or arousing, but it really just felt like hanging out with a friend, just a little more intimate than usual. Taking hold of his penis, he began to jerk off.

Grove cracked open an eye to look at the naked ranger, whistling playfully, before winking and closing it again.

The attention made heat rise in Kuno's cheeks, but it felt good, too.

Gradually, the thrusting of Grove's bulge into Kuno's hand increased in pace as the larger dragon's serene expression began to take on a bit of the frustration he'd witnessed earlier. Steady thrusts turned into bucks as needy whimpers leaked from the corners of his mouth. Before long he was practically slamming his crotch into the ranger's palm.

Kuno did his best, grabbing and squeezing and massaging as hard as he could, but it obviously was just working his partner up more instead of relieving him. Eventually he felt one of Grove's hands wrapping around his wrists and tugging it away from his crotch so that he could come back down from his aroused high.

"Sorry," Kuno began, only for Grove to cut him off with a shake of his head and a pat on the back; he'd been expecting to get pent up and not achieve orgasm.

Sitting up, Grove picked up the rubber wristband with the blocky pattern and presented it to Kuno, inviting him to put it on.

"Okay..." He did so, and felt a tingle running through him. The band began to glow, the pattern lighting up into yellow sigils. A corresponding glow from Grove's groin caught his eye, and he was surprised to see that the sunlike sigil was lit up in yellow too. "What does-"

The sigils on the wristband and null bulge shifted from bright yellow to subdued blue, and the glowing faded somewhat. It took the ranger a send to recognize the color as being identical to his scales. "Grove, what just happened?"

The other dragon didn't look surprised, so Kuno assumed this was part of the plan. He could feel... something in the back of his mind, like an extra limb that wasn't attached to his body.

Grove gently took Kuno's hand in his own and laid it atop his bulge again, inviting him to squeeze it.

Still not understanding why, Kuno did, and was startled as the rubber flexed under his fingers, rippling around Grove's captive cock and making him groan in bliss. Kuno pulled his hand away and the squeezing stopped. Gulping nervously, he focused on his unseen new 'limb' and imagined the suit massaging Grove's bulge.

The rubber came alive at the thought, stroking and rubbing at the mercenary's groin, making him throw his head back and moan in bliss as a wave of pleasure rushed through his body.

"*Oh...*" Kuno murmured, stopping the suit with a mere thought. "I get it." Grove had obviously greatly enjoyed his time as a drone for Lum, and this was his way of getting some of that back without the corruption. He just needed a partner to take the dominant role.

The latex-covered dragon looked up at him, smiling sheepishly, and pushed out a theatrical whimper.

"I've never dommed or topped before," Kuno admitted, "I'm not sure I'd be good enough at it to satisfy you."

Grove shrugged, smiling reassuringly; this was fairly new for him, too. He looked around the room, as if to say, "who else is going to do it?" Sitting up, he put a cool, black arm around Kuno's shoulder, hugging him softly.

The ranger took a breath, "Do we want to try it out and see how it goes, and then we d-decide what to do next?"

Grove nodded, patting Kuno's shoulder. He tilted his head back towards the empty mattress, as if to ask, "Ready?"

"I-I guess. How should we, uh... do this?"

The conventional way seemed to be the mercenary's answer, as he got onto all fours and raised his tail, presenting his vulcanized pucker to the ranger. The lustrous latex shone in the lamplight, smooth and inviting.

Wrapping a hand around his softening cock, Kuno got up on his knees behind Grove, stroking himself back to hardness as he pressed a finger against the other dragon's hole, which parted easily to let him in. He was a little bit worried that he would hurt the larger dragon, but the ease with which Grove's hole parted around his finger dispelled the thought.

Shuffling forward on his knees., Kuno pressed his glans against Grove's pucker. His penis bent a little as he applied pressure, before it neatly slipped inside. It was warm and soft. He'd imagined that it would feel like that, but knowing it would and actually feeling it were two different things.

Grove sighed softly, pushing back on Kuno's cock to push it even deeper.

The joining was gentle and calm, not at all what Kuno imagined that sex would be like. The pornographic texts and printings of his homeland always showed mating to be a raucous, almost violent experience, full of rapid thrusting and feral energy. The real thing was more like a very intimate hug.

"D-does it feel okay?" Kuno asked.

Grove nodded in response, glancing back at him and smiling encouragingly.

"Okay, let me know if you need me to stop." Kuno started pressing deeper, working his hips back and forth to get his cock hilted in his partner's back passage. When he finally did, he paused again and asked how it felt.

The answer came as a long, loud moan, Grove clenching and squeezing around Kuno's shaft.

"Good boy." The words slipped out before the ranger could stop them, and he immediately felt hot embarrassment flooding his cheeks. He'd never even had proper sex with another dragon before, much less dommed during it, and yet he'd just said... that.

He waited for several seconds, but the only response he got from Grove was a huff of arousal. No judgment, no look back to see if Kuno had lost his mind. Gulping, he slid out and then back in, prompting another pleasured sigh. He repeated the motion, more smoothly this time, and kept it up. He placed his hands on his partner's latex-coated hips and gripped them gently, afraid to grab too hard or seem too possessive.

If this was what sex was, it didn't seem like anything to write home about. Sure, it felt good to have his cock buried in a warm, tight hole, but not exactly worth the social stress of getting it in there. At least his partner seemed to be enjoying it.

Quest sighs and grunts of pleasure floated up from Grove's snout. His eyes were shut and the expression on his face, what little Kuno could see of it, was one of serenity. That also wasn't what the little ranger was expecting from sex; he'd thought that his partner would've been mewling and throwing his head back with reckless abandon, moaning so loud the windows would shake.

Picking up the pace a little, he tried to focus on his own pleasure, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of a warm, tight orifice. It was good, even if a bit underwhelming. A bit like over-glorified masturbation. On a momentary impulse, he laid his body down atop Grove's back and hugged him, his arms meeting around his rubberized chest. The position was a little awkward because of the other dragon's tail bending up and over his back, but by moving it off to the side they made it work.

The latex coating of Grove' back was cool and slick against Kuno's scales, and the mercenary let out a warm rumble at the hug. This position felt better, a little more intimate, and so he stayed in it, hugging his friend as he thrust into him. A minute passed, then two, as Kuno slowly picked up the pace, his hips slapping against Grove's latex-covered rump.

Familiar grunts of frustration began to reach his ears, so he reached out to touch that new spot in his mind, imagining the bulge around Grove's crotch rippling and squeezing, and a smirk curled his lips as the dragon under him gasped and bucked.

"L-like that, boy?" The words felt so alien, and he couldn't suppress a stutter as they came out, but Grove's slutty moan encouraged him to continue, "do you like feeling my c-cock deep inside you, claiming you? You like feeling your own u-useless little thing locked away, where it won't distract us?"

Grove nodded, huffing needfully and thrusting his hips back to meet Kuno's. "More words," he encouraged, giving Kuno a little smile over his shoulder.

It took a few moments for the smaller dragon to think of anything to say, both because the pressure in his loins was starting to build up and because he was still very new to this.

"I'm not sure you actually need to cum. You're so cute like this, all worked up and horny. It might be kind've nice if you just stayed that way. You can come knock on my door if you want me to take the edge off, but otherwise you'll stay like this. We can take off most of the suit, but leave the bulge on to keep you focused while you're out there in the wild. Serves you right for stealing my underwear, anyway."

Kuno wasn't sure how he'd kept his voice calm while saying that. The reward for his efforts was a moan of bliss and a further widening of Grove's legs, allowing him to thrust even deeper into the blue dragon's rear. The pressure in his groin had risen to a hot, burning need, and he gripped Grove's slick chest tightly as his humping ramped up. This felt a bit more like what he had been expecting, feral and energetic, with the only thought on his mind being his impending release.

It came all at once, Kuno thrusting in as deep as he could for his first spurt and then moving in and out gently to coax out the rest. It felt better than his hand, that was for sure. Not forgetting who this was all for, he also focused on Grove's suit, making the tight latex grip and suck at his nipples and squeeze around his cock.

Grove gasped so loudly that for a moment Kuno thought he might've hurt him, but the sound was definitely one of pleasure. His gasps and cries of bliss lasted for well over a minute as Kuno continued pleasuring him through the latex, squeezing his balls and vibrating his shaft in his tight, inescapable bulge.

Letting up the pressure, Kuno unceremoniously pulled out and sat back on his rump, looking at his partner. He wasn't really sure how to feel. He was jittery and nervous and excited, and the relaxation flowing through his body definitely felt good.

His partner slumped onto the mattress, humping his smooth bulge against the firm fabric and whimpering softly until he eventually tired of it and then lay still. Finally rolling over onto his back, he looked down at Kuno over his chest and smiled again, letting out a contented sigh. "Thank you."

The blue ranger, now acutely aware of his nakedness, blushed and looked away, hit tail flicking nervously. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

Grove scooted to one side and patted the mattress next to him, beckoning his friend over for some aftercare.

Kuno considered his options; snuggling, or putting his clothes back on and going back to his room to sit by himself and obsess over what had just happened, which would probably be the most uncomfortable experience he'd had in an extremely long time. He picked snuggling without much deliberation. Crawling up next to Grove, he snuggled up next to him, warm scales against cool latex.

They were snout to snout, which was awkward for a moment before Grove gave him a cheeky kiss.

Kuno huffed, smiling, and nuzzled his friend's cheek. "How do you feel?"

"Better."

"How did... _it_feel?"

"Good."

Kuno blushed, hugging his friend tighter. His body felt heavy against the bed, worn out from their mating. Slack muscles let his body sink into the mattress. Cool air brushed against his scales, reminding him of his nudity and vulnerability. But somehow, he still felt safe. He was in the arms of a friend, and together they were safe and warm and happy.

Down below, his softened shaft brushed against the gently-throbbing bulge between Grove's legs. The other dragon was still pent up, even if getting fucked had taken the edge off a bit. He seemed to be enjoying it, though.

Kuno wondered what Grove was thinking. It was always hard to tell with him, being silent and all. His face wasn't much of a help either, as he had closed his eyes as he rested his head. One of his horns was denting the mattress, the lack of a hole showing off the quality of the fabric. Grove's tongue was blepping out of his mouth, and it took Kuno several long seconds before he realized that the other dragon had fallen asleep.

The ranger considered slipping away while he had the opportunity, but thought better of it. He didn't want to wake Grove, he told himself. It definitely wasn't because he was really enjoying their snuggle and was terrified that he'd be lonely if he left. Actually, he already felt a little lonely. Grove had just up and gone to sleep and left him to his own devices.

Kuno pouted quietly, trying not to take it personally. He didn't think Grove had done it on purpose; he was exhausted, after all, and had just had sex, of a sort. No wonder he was tired. With those consolations in mind, the ranger snuggled closer to his companion and settled down on the bed. Sleep came easily.

He awoke shortly after Grove did, roused by the other dragon shifting and rustling the covers. Soft moonlight filtered in through the window, making the room shine like silver.

Immediately, Kuno was aware of his own nakedness, and with the last bit of arousal having left him he was left embarrassed and self-conscious in the presence of his friend. Their skin and rubber no longer touched, the larger dragon having shifted away during the night, leaving the smaller worried that he was trying to put literal and metaphorical distance between them after the events of the night before.

Grove was facing away from him with one hand rooting around on the floor for something Kuno couldn't see. After a moment of searching, Grove rolled over, revealing a warm, sweet smile on his face and the ranger's replacement set of underwear in his claws. He handed them to him, offering much-desired modesty.

The smile put Kuno at ease, and he murmured a "thank you" as he slipped his underwear on. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "so, what now?"

The mercenary shrugged, and offered another reassuring smile. "Go again?" He suggested.

Kuno actually laughed at that, chuckles running up his back as his own mouth curved into a grin. "I'm actually a little tempted, but I... I'm not feeling it right now. This is all so new to me, and it's a little overwhelming."

The look Grove gave him in response was so sweet, Kuno thought he would melt. A hand met his under the covers, and his companion murmured, "whenever you're ready," drawing Kuno into a tight hug, which the ranger gratefully returned.

They got up as the first rays of morning sun leaked in, Kuno donning his clothes while Grove doffed his, easily peeling away the latex until it had retreated back to the gloves, stockings, and thong. The former items he removed and placed next to the unused mask, while the thong remained on, still gently glowing the color of Kuno's scales.

That reminded the ranger of the similarly-glowing band around his wrist, but as he went to remove it so he could hand it back, Grove stopped him with a hand on his wrist. Sheepishly, he indicated that he wanted Kuno to keep it on, at least for the time being; that he enjoyed having someone else controlling his privates. Only if Kuno was comfortable with it, of course.

The little blue dragon hummed for a moment, thinking it over, which had the odd effect of sending a shiver of arousal up Grove's spine. Deciding, Kuno nodded. It wouldn't hurt, and both he and Grove enjoyed it. He could still feel the presence of the thong in the back of his mind, an unseen extension of himself that was nonetheless under his complete control.

A mischievous idea crossed his mind, and Kuno gave the thong a command through the link, the rubber tightening noisily around Grove's hips in response. "Try to remove it," he instructed.

The other dragon tried, but his claws couldn't get purchase under the material, and rubbing at it with his hands had no effect. His privates were sealed away, and only Kuno could free them.

A few mental adjustments later, and he said, "You should be able to go to the bathroom when you need to, but you won't be able to actually take it off until I let you." He gulped, fidgeting, "if that's okay..."

Given Grove's huge grin and energetic nod, Kuno guessed that it was more than okay.

The sun was almost up now, and his comrades would rise with it; it was time to slip back to his room. Kuno moved to leave, only to be stalled by one more big hug from Grove. The two dragons savored the embrace for a few moments. Kuno looked up, intending to tell Grove he had to go, only to find himself craving his neck forward to give him a gentle peck right on the lips.

Grove looked surprised for a moment, then pecked back, booping their snouts together playfully. His reluctance when it was finally time to let his partner go made it clear that Kuno was welcome back any time he wanted, and that Grove would be more than happy to have him.

Stealing back to his room and slipping into bed, Kuno reflected fondly on the night. He couldn't resist the urge to squeeze Grove's package with the bulge, imagining the adorable yelp that the blue dragon was undoubtedly making. He hadn't expected his relationship with the blue dragon to go this way, and he was still a little nervous, true to his disposition.

But at the same time, he liked it. He liked feeling as close to his friend as he wanted to, and he had enjoyed snuggling with him. It felt good to be intimate with someone up here, letting his worries be soothed and calmed by someone he could absolutely trust. Jaler and Rinnal were a little like that, but they had rank on him, and it was hard to be close with people you were trying to impress.

Grove was kind and quiet, he could listen to anyone saying anything and give back a few good words. Plus, he'd saved Kuno plenty of times. If there was anyone in the Northern Expanse that he could be close with, it was Grove.

With that thought warming his soul, he closed his eyes and waited for his comrades to rise.