My Mate
#1 of My Mate
A young fox morph loses his way in the woods and stumbles upon a huge dragon morph.
Author here: _(8 years later...) Oh, boy, is this old!
I apologize for the strange artifacts you might (will) find in this story. I didn't have anyone who could proofread the stuff at that time! Admittedly, it didn't age very well either. Just another "sex at first sight" kinda story with zero character development and stuff. These are the very things I'm trying to rectify in the comic version, which will be the definitive version of this story. You can check it out by clicking on this link: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17357328/ (free FurAffinity account required).
By the way, some of you might have noticed parts 2 and 3 are gone from SoFurry. I did that to avoid potential spoilers for the comic version, of course (the comic will, eventually, cover those events too, and more!). The only reason I didn't delete part 1 (this part), is because it's completely self-contained, and because it's so bare, basic and straightforward it doesn't spoil anything for the comic version (which has been expanded greatly with new characters and scenes). Also historic reasons, y'know, because -for good or for bad- this is where it all started!_
Disclaimer:
This story is not suitable for minors. It contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between two anthropomorphic male creatures. If you find any part of this description offensive in any way or form, stop reading right now and close the window; otherwise, please proceed.
"My Mate"
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Written by Kurashi (Dec/2007).
Farin, the fox morph, dashed across the woods, chasing a hare. He was a good-looking 18-year-old anthropomorphic fox with orange fur that darkened toward the end of his arms and legs. The fur in his chest, belly and tail-tip was white. The only piece of clothing he was wearing was a brown loincloth, as usual. Any other type of clothing would just slow him down, and a fox is to be swift. Naturally, Farin was quick on his vulpine feet and moved nimbly thanks to his slender build, a common trait in his kind. Still, the hare was taking advantage of its much smaller frame to try and escape its pursuer.
- "Dang, this one's quick!"
The race for survival continued for several minutes, the hare not giving up. Farin eventually saw that something was different. He came to a screeching halt as soon as he realized he entered a part of the forest he was completely unfamiliar with. The hare got his way after all. Farin scratched his head, seeing his prey disappear in the distance. He had other concerns now.
- "I got carried away. Great. Just great. Now I'm lost."
His first course of action was to turn around and start walking in the direction he came from. That worked for a while, until he realized he was going nowhere. There was nothing he would recognize, no landmark that could provide some basic orientation, nothing. He was lost. Utterly lost.
Farin sighed, coming to terms with his situation, and started to walk to wherever his fox feet would take him to. And so he walked for several minutes, almost in the blind, knowing only that he would eventually get somewhere, hopefully outside those labyrinthine woods he was lost in. And he got somewhere. About fourty minutes after he started walking, he noticed an opening in the woods. Trees were getting spread a bit farther apart from each other as he moved on. Getting closer, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of what appeared to be a large clearing.
Farin heard a sound, and he instinctively hid behind a tree. "It sounded like water splashing", he thought. Moving cautiously, he stepped away from the tree. No signs of danger were apparent, but he still moved slowly, determined not to make a sound, just in case. Getting closer to the edge of the woods, he eventually got to see what lay beyond the last line of trees. It was a pretty large clearing, and there was a big lake in the middle of it, surrounded by some grey rocks. The grass was lush and green. The water was clear and inviting. Some birds chirped. Farin couldn't believe such a beautiful place lay hidden in the recesses of the woods.
He took one step forward, then his heart almost jumped out of his chest as a figure rose from the lake, all of a sudden, splashing water all about. Farin dove behind a tree as quickly as he could, scared out of his wits. He didn't know what it was, nor did he know if he wanted to know. All he knew was that he had to stand still, hoping it hadn't seen him, whatever it was. His heart beat furiously, that being the only sound pounding in his ears. Some time passed, and he eventually calmed down. "It looks like it didn't see me", he thought from behind the tree, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Farin started to grow curious. What was the creature that emerged from the lake? He wanted to know. Feeling himself safe enough in his hiding place, he gathered the courage to try a potentially risky move. He slowly lowered himself onto his belly until he lay flat over the ground. Then he crawled closer to a nearby bush, ever-so-slowly. He parted some branches and peeked through them at the lake... and the creature bathing in its clear waters.
- "A dragon morph!", he gasped.
That it was indeed. Farin the Fox had never seen them before, but heard of them. Dragon morphs, the strongest of all creatures, and also the most rare; they became short of a legend among morphs. Farin watched him intently from the safety of his vantage point. And to say it was a sight to behold is an understatement.
The dragon morph was big, almost twice as tall as Farin, and at least three times as wide, for his build was heavily muscular. The fox had never seen so much muscle before, as his widened eyes attested to. The dragon, unaware of the fox spying on him, was sitting by the lakeshore, stretching his wings and splashing water over himself, the clear liquid streaming down his bulging muscles. He wasn't wearing any clothes, the sunlight shining over his skin; that green, scaly, glistening, naked skin of his. Farin was fascinated. His fox eyes trailed all over the dragon morph's powerful body, getting a good eyeful of his massive pectorals, then rested on his mid-section, gawking at his well-defined six-pack; then, Farin's wandering eyes ventured lower, having a short glimpse of a sizeable bulge in the dragon's pubic area before averting his gaze in embarrassment. For a brief moment, Farin wondered if it was a dream, that such a magnificent creature existed merely a few yards ahead of him. "How would he react if I showed myself now?" -the fox morph thought- "He's so big, and I can only imagine his strength... I'd stand no chance of surviving should he attack me. I'll have to stay hidden and see what happens..."
The dragon's migthy tail swayed about as he continued on his business, pouring water on himself. His muscles bulged with each movement, and Farin found it impossible not to look at them with widened eyes. That gorgeous muscular body was having an effect on the fox morph; an effect he wasn't quite familiar with. Such an imposing musculature... That dragon morph was truly amazing. An irrational urge was building up inside Farin. He wanted to touch that big male, to feel him, caress him... He longed to wrap his smaller arms around him as far as he could and grind himself against that big, burly body of his... to feel those bulging hard muscles pressed on his furry skin. He had never felt this way before. The sight of that muscular dragon morph was turning him on like nothing else in the world. How could that be? Farin felt his own erection pressing against the ground through the loincloth. He closed his eyes and pictured himself lying on top of that dragon, resting over his hard, rippling muscles, rubbing his own body against that of the dragon's, caressing his naked skin with his own paws... Farin shook those weird thoughts away, wondering what was wrong with him for thinking such things. He told himself to focus on nothing but staying alert. That dragon could be hostile for all he knew. But that was only half the truth: All Farin wanted was an excuse to keep watching that fascinating morph and basking in the sight of his gorgeous male body without feeling remorse for it. So he opened his eyes again...
- "Well? Are you coming over or not?", the dragon said, staring directly at him.
Farin's world froze. This time it was too much, and he blacked out...
...
He opened his eyes. He briefly wondered where he was, until he heard the dragon's low-pitched voice right next to him.
- "It looks like you're coming to", he said.
Farin sat on the ground, remembering all the events that led him there. He turned his head slightly and saw the dragon sitting by his side. Farin quickly turned his eyes to the ground. "Are you okay?", the larger male said. The fox, although still a bit intimidated by the size of the dragon, realized he meant no harm to him.
"I'm fine...", Farin said, coyly.
"That's great. Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to do that", the dragon apologized.
"It's okay..." -Farin said, not taking his eyes off the ground- "How... how long did you know I was hiding there?"
"I knew it since the beginning. You made a lot of noise when you hid for the first time", said the dragon with a good-natured smile.
"I guess I did..."
Farin was making his best effort at not taking his eyes off the ground. He didn't want the dragon to see his eyes, fearing they'd give away how much he was lusting over him. And yet he was sitting right next to the object of his desire, that mighty body just a few inches away. The temptation was too big. He was so close to him now... he could get an up-close view of his powerful body just by turning his head. But then he would know. He would see it in his eyes, and who knows what could happen then. But maybe if he turned his head just a little... "No!", he thought, shaking his head in denial. Why was he so attracted to that male anyway?
"So, what's your name, fox boy?", the dragon said, seemingly unaware of the fox morph's inner struggle.
"Farin...", the fox responded, not turning his eyes to him.
"Farin, eh? You are a long way from home, it seems."
"Yeah... I was chasing a hare... then, well, I kinda got lost..."
"I see..."
Farin needed his eyeful of dragon muscle. He needed it so badly. Maybe if he acted casual about it, the dragon wouldn't notice it. The fox couldn't stand having such a prime example of male beauty incarnated sitting right next to him and not, at the very least, look at it. So he turned his head, though just a little, to avoid raising unwanted suspicions. He could only see his legs, those shapely, well-toned, powerful legs of his. They were muscular, just like the rest of his body, and well-defined to boot. Thick veins criss-crossed their rippled, and totally enticing surface. Farin also took a quick look at the dragon's feet. He sported large, sharp toenails that curved downwards, clearly meant to rip apart unfortunate victims. Even though a chill went up his spine, The fox had this strange urge to touch those mean toenails, a thought he quickly suppressed. Then, a realization hit him. "He hasn't put on any clothes" -Farin noted, thinking to himself- "and I don't see any lying nearby. Maybe dragon morphs just don't wear clothes?"
"Is it the first time you see one of my kind?", the dragon asked.
"Y-yes... How did you know?"
"Well, you look a bit uneasy" -replied the dragon as he leaned back, resting his head on a rock, staring at the noon sky above- "Then again, we dragons tend to keep mostly to ourselves, living in solitude, so I'm not surprised you never saw one of us before. You are wary of me, and I understand that. I guess it's because of my size, but that can't be helped".
"No, it's just..."
Farin turned all the way, involuntarily, and found himself unable to finish the phrase as his eyes filled to the brim with the image of the huge dragon morph lying face-up on the ground. He looked so much bigger this close, his body transpiring raw male power through his massive muscular build. Those biceps... They seemed to be rock hard, and he could see a bulging vein coursing along each of them. Farin wanted to be hugged by those mighty biceps; to feel the strength of his massive muscles on his smaller body... Farin was burning with desire. It was too much to bear. He had to do something, and soon.
"It's just what?", the dragon asked, jolting Farin back from his thoughts.
"Oh... Ah... I... uh... Well, you... you haven't told me your name yet...", the fox stuttered.
"Oh, that's right! Sorry about that. My name is Sekk'ral".
"Does it... have a meaning?"
"None that I know of", he shrugged.
Farin inched slightly closer, trying his best at looking casual. He wanted to feel his warmth, if only a little. So powerful was the magnetic effect Sekk'ral was inadvertently having on him. Some minutes passed in total silence, only the occasional chirping of birds breaking the quietness every now and then. Gathering some courage, Farin turned to look at the dragon's face, and saw that his eyes were closed. "Maybe... maybe he fell asleep!", the fox thought. Sekk'ral was just lying there, seemingly asleep, his body bathing in the warm sunlight. The aroused fox saw it as an opportunity to admire him some more. He watched as his massive chest heaved with each intake of breath, the movement being almost hypnotic. "He is so big...", Farin thought to himself, marveled at the sight of the huge sleeping dragon lying before him.
Farin watched him from head to toes, and this time he allowed himself to linger on Sekk'ral's nether regions. After all, he was asleep and wouldn't see him. The fox noted he had no visible genitals, though he could see a slit, and a rather prominent bulge directly below it. He could only imagine the size of the dragon's hidden package. Again, his imagination only served to fuel his arousal more and more. By then, Farin's own erection had been pushing against his loincloth for a while, demanding attention. Farin eyed the sleeping muscle god again as he struggled over an inner war. Sweat ran down his forehead as he took one hesitant step forward. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and his right paw started moving of its own accord. He reached out toward the dragon, his arm shaking with a mixture of repressed excitement and fear for the forbidden. He would touch him. The dragon was sleeping and would never know, right? Farin's heart raced wildly. Closer, closer. He was about to touch him...
"What are you doing?", Sekk'ral said, causing Farin to jump, startled to no end. As it turned out, the dragon was quite awake after all. The fox morph, caught, froze in place, not knowing what to say. He tried to come up with a good explanation as for why he was kneeling by him, holding his right paw slightly above his stomach, but it was to no avail. Farin openend his muzzle to say something, but no voice came out. He was struck speechless. "I can tell something's eating you. What is it?", the dragon said. Farin didn't respond. He couldn't respond. He wished for the earth to open up beneath him and swallow him whole, but that wouldn't happen. He wasn't going anywhere. "You can tell me, Farin", the dragon said, reassuringly. Farin realized he was cornered. No explanation he could come up with would make any sense whatsoever. He had no way out... except to give up and tell the truth. He turned to Sekk'ral, looking at him to the eyes, trying to find courage enough in himself to let it all out. Finally, he opened his muzzle again.
"Can I... Can I touch you?", Farin said, his face burning with embarrassment. Sekk'ral didn't respond immediately. He stood silent for a while. Farin kept his eyes downcast, not daring to see the dragon morph to the eyes. The silence was deafening. Time seemed to slow down to an agonizing crawl, and Farin thought he'd die of embarrassment, or at the very least pass out. Those few seconds of agony seemed to last forever for the poor, emotionally-exposed fox. Finally, the heavy silence was broken. The dragon spoke.
- "Yes. Yes, you can."
Farin's eyes widened. To help his words sink in, Sekk'ral took the fox morph's paw and guided it to his stomach. He pressed Farin's paw against his rock-hard abs. The fox couldn't believe it. It was happening! He felt the hard muscle beneath the skin, and he marveled at the feeling. Farin turned to the dragon again, their eyes meeting one more time. Sekk'ral smiled to the young, inexperienced fox. "You can touch me", he repeated, nodding in approval, hoping that'd give him the final ounce of confidence he needed. And it worked. Farin's face lightened up almost immediately. Seeing this, Sekk'ral lifted his clawed hand from the fox morph's paw. Farin, however, didn't move his paw away.
The muscular dragon morph closed his eyes again and just lay there, face-up on the ground in a perfectly horizontal position for Farin's hungry eyes to feast on. The fox didn't know where or how to start. All of Sekk'ral's perfectly chiseled body was laid out before him, as an open invitation for his senses. He wanted to just dive in and lick every square inch of that amazing male body; to bath it with his tongue. His mouth watered at the thought of it. Eventually, the fox started by feeling Sekk'ral's abs, since his paw was already there. He caressed the skin, slowly at first, feeling the hard muscle underneath. He loved the feeling, and couldn't get enough of it. It was so arousing. He traced the well-defined contour of the dragon's abdominals with his fingers, taking immense delight in stroking every feature of that muscular stomach lying before him. Every square inch of Sekk'ral's magnificent body exuded a powerful aura of overpowering maleness. Farin found it simply irresistible. He brought in his other paw to double his efforts to take as much dragon skin as possible under his touch. The young fox massaged each pair of abdominal muscles, caressing, exploring, drawing slow circles on them with his paws, pressing his fingers against the skin, feeling each ripple of rock-hard muscle fiber through it, and he reveled in the tactile sensations of it all.
Farin moved onto Sekk'ral's broad pecs. He massaged those two slabs of stone using both of his paws, utterly amazed at how large and hard the dragon's pectorals were. That mighty male body was truly amazing, molded to perfection by some divine power, and he was allowed to touch it... to feel it. "I'm so lucky", the fox morph thought, as he caressed the dragon's well-built chest with slow strokes, the feeling of massaging those hard, masculine muscles being a treat to his senses. To Farin's eyes, Sekk'ral was a muscle god with a mighty body demanding to be thoroughly worshipped, and he was happy to oblige. That amazing male body truly deserved all the worshipping he could possibly give. Of course, this was Farin's first time, and he played it by ear. However, what he lacked in experience he had in intuition, as Farin let his instincts take the reins of his body, allowing himself to simply go with the flow.
Sekk'ral's gorgeous body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, most likely because of the glaring summer sun above. It only served to further accentuate his bulging muscles, as they glistened under the sunlight. It was too sexually enticing to resist. The fox morph leaned closer and, closing his eyes, pressed the tip of his fox nose against the crevice between Sekk'ral's massive, sweaty pectorals. He inhaled deeply, taking in his scent... his male scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled before, so alluring, and he loved it. He wanted more, so he parted his lips and licked the skin there. It tasted somewhat salty. Farin felt the urge to give Sekk'ral's bare skin another lick. At that a moment, he wondered if the dragon morph was enjoying his attentions. Farin rose his gaze and looked at him. Sekk'ral's eyes were closed, and there was a hint of a smile in his dragon face. It was clear he was enjoying himself. That encouraged Farin to go on.
The fox went back to focusing on Sekk'ral's massive chest, his paws on the broad pectorals, kneading them as he licked them thoroughly. He found himself addicted to Sekk'ral's muscular body. He wanted to lick all of him. As Farin continued on with his ministrations, Sekk'ral raised his right arm and rested his clawed hand behind him. He then started to scratch the back of Farin's head tenderly, in an affectionate way. The fox morph responded immediately, wagging his tail by instinct. He turned to the dragon's arm, licking and nibbling gently on the huge, bulging biceps, all the while putting his paws flat and caressing the dragon's large pectorals, drawing wide circles on them, occasionally wandering to the sides of his gorgeous body as well.
- "Heh, I like you, fox boy. You are cute", the dragon said.
Farin smiled. Letting go of the dragon's mucular arm, he planted a kiss in the middle of his rippled stomach. There, he worshipped the godly abs with his tongue for a while, savoring the masculine taste of the rippled, sweaty skin. He'd stay there forever, happily lost between those wide, bulging abs of rock, but he knew there was one more bulging muscle deserving his attention down below. So, ever so slowly, he moved lower and lower along Sekk'ral's well-defined six-pack, leaving a trail of kisses in his path toward the dragon's nether regions. Finally, the lust-driven fox arrived to his destination: Sekk'ral's bulging pubic area. He took a second to marvel at the sight of the dragon's lower body and the alluring mound lying there in full display, mere inches away from his touch. He imagined the treasure that lay in there, and his mouth watered in anticipation. He wanted to touch it, feel it, taste it... He wanted it badly... and so he positioned himself between Sekk'ral's legs.
Farin tentatively ran his paws along the inner side of the dragon's tight thighs, feeling the muscle definition in his powerful legs, stroking higher and higher, getting closer to what he ultimately wanted. The dragon made no indication for him to stop, so that was it. Succumbing to his secret desires, Farin leaned closer to the alluring bulge between Sekk'ral's muscular legs. He wasn't exactly sure how, but he was drawn to it, as if he had been pulled toward it by a force beyond his understanding. He didn't know that that "force" was his own instincts. They were driving his every action. And so, he rested his face on the dragon's pubic bulge and inhaled deeply. What he felt then was beyond words. The powerful male musk filled his vulpine nostrils, intoxicating his senses. His whole body shook with the wild feeling. It was overpowering, and strangely exhilarating, but above all things, it was irresistibly arousing. The musky male scent led the sexually excited fox morph to lick the bulge before him. Farin's tongue caressed it thoroughly with wet strokes, wanting more of it. His eyes were hazy with lust, and soon his paws joined in his effort, massaging the dragon's crotch, applying some pressure here and there for good measure. The fox then cupped the large bulge with an open paw, rubbing and groping it, clearly wanting something out of it. Farin was experimenting so many new sensations all at once, it was overloading his senses. It was incredibly wild and erotic, for both sides. The dragon, with his eyes still closed, sighed a moan of pleasure as he felt his private area being tended to so marvelously. Clearly, something started to stir down there.
- "Oh, boy...", Sekk'ral said very quietly, enjoying Farin's ministrations.
The fox morph's paw gently stroked the sides of Sekk'ral's male slit, licking it tenderly. Coaxed by the fox's delicate, sensual touch, the dragon's member emerged, slowly, yet steadily sliding out of his slit. Farin ran a finger along its length, rubbing it, feeling the hot, throbbing flesh hardening under his touch... a tender touch that sent shivers down Sekk'ral's spine. Then, Farin curled his fingers around the growing member and gave it a gentle squeeze before starting a slow up-and-down movement. He loved the feeling of the large male organ growing bigger and bigger in his grip, warm blood filling it. Eventually, the dragon's member stood fully erect before Farin's widened eyes. It was very large; definitely much larger than his own. He had never seen such a huge thing before. It was as long and thick as it was hard and hot to the touch, and it was capped by a bulbous, mushroom-shaped head. Farin was in awe. "It's... it's beautiful...", he thought, his eyes inevitably transfixed at it.
Sekk'ral's magnificent maleness stood to full attention before the awe-struck fox morph. He tentatively grazed the hot, hard, veiny shaft with his fingers, causing the dragon to moan in response. That reaction drove Farin to move on. Using both of his paws, the fox stroked the impressive shaft ever so gently, wrapping his fingers around its girth as far as he could, feeling all the little bumps and engorged veins along the rough, hard flesh beneath the silky soft skin. Up and down, Farin lovingly stroked the full length of the dragon's enormous member with delicate movements, worshipping it, sending Sekk'ral to the heavens. The light and gentle teasing was driving the muscular dragon morph wild, though he enjoyed every second of it. The feeling of those small paws tenderly exploring the veiny length of his huge, rock-hard member was incredibly erotic.
A grunt of pleasure escaped through Sekk'ral's lips as his erect maleness continued to be stroked by Farin's gentle paws, teasing the dragon morph to no end. The fox was marveled at the size and girth of the dragon's pride, and he continued to worship it with the tender, loving touch of his fingers, feeling it all over. He thought it was just beautiful; the very embodiment of masculine perfection. As Farin continued working the dragon's hard maleness, a bead of pre-ejaculatory fluid formed in the tip of its throbbing head, growing bigger as the sweet torture on Sekk'ral's large member continued. With half-closed eyes, Farin looked at the bead of warm liquid. He tentatively reached a finger out to it and spread it all over the engorged head, lubricating it with soft strokes. Loving the new sensation, the fox slid his thumbs and fingers around the now glistening head, feeling its roundness, rubbing its slick underside, caressing the sensitive edge where it meets the shaft, eliciting moan after moan from the lying dragon. He never had such an intense experience before, his maleness receiving so much attention. Sekk'ral was lost in paradise; the lovely fox morph's little fingers running delicately all over the sensitive flesh of the big head of his throbbing, erect member, playing, teasing, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure to his brain, making him grow desperate for a much-needed release the fox's gentle touch was inadvertently denying him of.
Getting a bit bolder, Farin coiled his fingers around the base of the thick, veined shaft and leaned forward. Pressing his muzzle lightly against it, he tasted the dragon's throbbing flesh for the first time. The taste was exotic, but not unpleasant. In fact, he wanted more. Using his rough, wet vulpine tongue, the smaller male gave a long lick to the full length of the dragon's impressive member, starting at the base, then going all the way up along the underside of the hard shaft, finishing at the tip of the plump head. The fox morph repeated it a number of times, licking tenderly along each side of that meaty shaft, as well as its underside, coating it with saliva as far as his tongue could reach. He just loved its strong, masculine taste. As the fox continued to indulge in his newly-found needs, Sekk'ral couldn't help but moan at how good it felt to have his maleness licked like that. The feeling of the fox morph's young tongue worshipping his length with its moist, warm touch was beyond decription.
Finally, Farin parted his lips and took the thick head of Sekk'ral's dragon member into his muzzle, guiding it slowly in. The large dragon morph groaned with pleasure as Farin's lips, in their slow descent, rubbed along the naked, sensitive skin of his massive maleness. The fox morph's muzzle slipped lower and lower down Sekk'ral's length, tasting the dragon's meat, until he couldn't take any more in. With only about five inches of the dragon's impressive shaft in his mouth, stretching and filling it almost entirely, Farin close his eyes and began to suck on it softly, bobbing his head up and down, literally drinking in his overpowering musky scent, and reveling in the powerful, exhilarating feeling of pleasuring another male with his mouth.
With his eyes closed, the fox morph sucked gently on the larger male's hard member, his tongue sliding against it with a murmur of pleasure, caressing the sensitive skin of its engorged head, tasting the sweet, sweet male nectar flowing freely from it. Sekk'ral was in bliss. Farin's loving mouth felt like heaven. The fox, in turn, with his mouthful of massive dragon meat, wanted nothing but to pleasure that amazing muscle god, to revere his godly maleness with his tongue and fingers, to bring him to orgasm with his mouth, and taste his seed. Farin was resolved. He kept suckling on the dragon's sizeable member, his wet tongue licking and caressing every square inch of it non-stop, paying a lot of attention to the large head filling up his muzzle. He was driving Sekk'ral crazy, his tongue sending jolts of intense pleasure to his brain with each stroke on his sensitive flesh. "Oh, god..." the dragon said, almost like a whisper, his mind covered with a hazy blanket of pure bliss. Farin's ears perked up in response. Deciding the time was right, Farin's left paw slowly wandered up Sekk'ral's sweaty body, caressing the skin along the way, until it rested flat over the dragon morph's taut, muscular stomach. Then, with his other paw, he tightened his grip on the base of the formidable shaft. Sekk'ral's response was immediate as he drew in a sharp breath, the muscles in his stomach tensing up for a moment.
Keeping his grip tight, Farin began to slide his paw up and down the dragon's shaft, stroking its hardened flesh firmly. He also tightened his lips, sucking harder on the plump head trapped within the confines of his warm mouth. Sekk'ral's breathing grew more and more labored, and Farin felt the muscles in his stomach contract with each grunt he'd let out. The fox pulled back, letting the massive member slip out of his muzzle. Sekk'ral groaned, once again finding himself deprived of a much needed release. Farin grinned, then brought his other paw around the larger male's throbbing, dripping head. Wrapping his fingers tightly around it, he started to stroke it in earnest, his paws furiously sliding up and down the dragon's sensitive flesh with renewed forces. Taken by surprise, Sekk'ral threw his head back, gasping at the sudden, massive stimulation on his aching maleness and the powerful sensations storming his brain because of it.
Sekk'ral's moans grew progressively louder; his breathing becoming harder and harder as Farin's unrelent assault on his large maleness continued. The dragon felt a tingling pressure welling up deep inside him, sparked by the fox masturbating his length so passionately. His pawpads pressed up against the hot flesh, Farin lustfully stroked the head of Sekk'ral's enormous rod of male meat with quick up and down movements; its engorged roundness made slippery because of the juices flowing from it. The large dragon morph wouldn't hold out for much longer, nor did he want to. He opened his jaws, quivering, panting heavily, and he threw his head further back as his release built up quickly under Farin's skillful paws. The young fox was treating his maleness like no one else has ever had. Every muscle of Sekk'ral's amazing body began tensing up, his clawed hands digging into the ground, his mouth agape, his broad, muscular chest panting quickly. Moaning and sighing loudly, he was writhing on the edge of climax. Sekk'ral's much needed release was just a few more strokes away.
Sensing the dragon's impending release, Farin leaned forward and took the large head of Sekk'ral's throbbing member back into his muzzle, all the while he continued to stroke his massive length, not slowing down the pace. The fox bobbed his head as fast as he could, sucking frantically, craving the dragon's seed, relentlessly brushing the sensitive tip of Sekk'ral's member with his lips and tongue as his paws continued working the rest of the enormous shaft. Finally, taking a sharp breath, Sekk'ral's gorgeous body tensed up badly as all of his muscles contracted at once, rippling that sweaty, glistening skin of his with their bulging features, made all the more apparent by the engorged blood vessels surfacing all over his tensed-up body. The dragon's huge rod twitched noticeably, then erupted mightily as the large morph hit his long-delayed climax, roaring his powerful release to the sky above. Sekk'ral's hot, thick seed hit the roof of Farin's mouth, who tried his best to not choke on it and instead gulp it all down as quickly as it came. The muscular dragon kept pumping rope after rope of sticky come into the fox' welcoming muzzle. Soon it proved to be too much for him, though, and it started to overflow his muzzle, trickling down his lips in copious amounts.
As Sekk'ral's climax waned, his spurts became less and less powerful until they eventually stopped. Finally, his body relaxed completely and he let out a long, satisfied sigh, his eyes still closed as he let his mind drift in the pleasant feeling of the aftermath. Farin gave his spent member a few more licks, cleaning it up, and he used his paws to milk a final drop of seed that was quickly lapped up by his tongue. Smiling, the fox morph let go of the dragon's shaft, not before kissing it good-bye. He then lay alongside the dragon and snuggled up to him, feeling just happy. Sekk'ral petted him tenderly.
"You had me on the edge for way too long, foxy boy. That was just mean", the dragon said, smiling. The truth is that he loved every second of it, and Farin knew it. What the young fox morph didn't know was that Sekk'ral wasn't done just yet, but he was about to find out. "And now," -the dragon said, somewhat matter-of-factly- "if you don't mind, I'm going to get back at you". Farin opened his eyes at Sekk'ral's strange statement. "What?", the fox asked with a genuine puzzled look on his face. The large dragon morph stood on his clawed feet and simply said "Come on, you know what I mean. Get on all fours, lad". Not yet getting it, Farin turned to see the awe-inspiring frame of the large, muscular dragon standing before him, unquestionably dominating the picture with his mighty towering above the smaller fox morph. A hint of fear began welling up deep in the pit of his stomach. Right then, Farin saw Sekk'ral's enormous maleness standing upright, fully erect, veins throbbing, and it looked more ready than ever! His eyes widened as the realization sank in. "No...", he gasped.
"You've had your way with me. It's only fair I get to have my way with you, don't you agree?" -the dragon said, grinning- "...Besides, I think you're gonna like it. Now turn over for me, foxy boy."
"B-but, Sekk'ral..." -Farin stammered- "You... you are too big!"
"You don't trust me?", Sekk'ral asked.
Farin didn't answer. He just stood silent for a while, his eyes downcast, then he turned over and submissively got on all fours as he was asked to. He couldn't say no. How could he said no to that mighty tower of male muscular mass dominating him with his mere presence? Then it occurred to him that Sekk'ral was in control of the whole situation ever since the very beginning. He was the muscled embodiment of raw masculinity, and the sight of that perfectly chiseled body struck something deep inside Farin. He just couldn't resist the dragon's overpowering male aura. He wanted nothing but to run his paws and tongue all over his muscular body, then pleasure him, have his seed no matter what... It was clear to the fox, then, that the dragon was in charge all along. Farin had submitted to him and wouldn't deny his muscle god. So he stood on all fours submissively, accepting his fate, waiting... and yet he couldn't help but shed a lone tear. He was that afraid of what was going to happen a few moments later. Sekk'ral saw that silent teardrop rolling off Farin's cheek and realized what it meant. He knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Is this your first time?", he asked. The fox morph nodded lightly. "I see...", Sekk'ral said quietly, understanding.
The dragon leaned closer to Farin, and he talked very quietly into his left ear, his voice sounding almost like a whisper. "I'll tell you something..." -he began- "The truth is, I like you, Farin, and I really want to take you right now... but I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want, so it's your choice". Farin's eyes widened. Sekk'ral did care about him and his feelings after all! The dragon had selflessly put the final decision in his paws. That noble gesture alone put Farin's mind at ease. Surely, he could trust him.
"Will it hurt?" -he asked, somewhat meekly.
"Maybe a little bit, but it will pass. You just have to relax."
"I see..."
"You can trust me, Farin. The last thing I want to do is hurt a cute foxy boy like you."
"All right..." -Farin said, blushing under his facial fox fur- "Just, please... be gentle."
"God, you are so cute; I just have to have you. Don't worry, though, I promise I will be gentle." -the large dragon replied, smiling.
With that, Sekk'ral positioned himself behind and above Farin; his large frame obscuring almost all of the smaller fox morph under him. He brought in a clawed hand and removed Farin's loincloth, throwing it aside. Farin's heart raced as his only piece of clothing was taken off his body, leaving him exposed; his bare, unprotected behind facing the huge, muscular dragon who was about to take his virginity. Farin shivered inwardly, feeling himself vulnerable. For a brief moment he wondered if he had made the right decision, but there was no going back. Sekk'ral lifted his bushy fox tail out of the way and put the bulbous head of his massive erection at his entrance. Farin gasped immediately. The touch of the dragon's large member on his virgin opening caused a sudden rush of panic to take ahold of him, and his body reacted accordingly, tensing up by instinct. Sekk'ral was half expecting that, though, and he leaned forward.
- "Hey... Relax..." -the dragon said in a soothing tone, petting Farin's back tenderly.
Farin relaxed, his fears once again melting away as he listened to the dragon's warm, soothing words. His tone, although deep, was full of care for the fox morph. Sekk'ral wouldn't hurt him, and Farin could be sure of that. He didn't have to be afraid of him anymore. Thus, all traces of doubt gone, the fox morph's mind filled with resolve. He finally decided that he wanted the dragon in.
- "Are you okay?", Sekk'ral asked.
Farin nodded and, turning his head to look at the dragon to the eyes, he smiled meekly and simply said "Take me, Sekk'ral".
"So cute!", the dragon thought. How could he not take him? Sekk'ral was more than happy to oblige, though he had a hard time fighting the urge to just ram his huge rod into such a cute, furry little thing. A bit unceremoniously, he pushed his member into Farin, getting only the wide, turgid head in. Even though it was slick of a mixture of the dragon's own love juices and the fox morph's saliva, Farin's virginal passage was still remarkably tight. Sekk'ral groaned at the feeling of his hardened flesh being fiercely squeezed by Farin's inner muscles. The fox morph had his teeth clenched, his face contorted by the pain.
- "Don't fight it, foxy boy. Just... loosen up, and breathe", the dragon said.
Farin did so. Ever so slowly, he started to get accustomed to the hot, hard meat impaled in his rear, even though it was actually just the head. As he relaxed, taking in slow, deep breaths as he was told, the pain faded away. After a few moments, Sekk'ral asked him if he was fine, to which he responded with a light nod of his head. The dragon then forced more of his maleness into him. Farin yelped in response, feeling the enormous rod stretching him in ways he didn't think possible before. The larger male stood still for a while, giving his smaller partner the time he so understandably needed to get used to it. Taking deep breaths, Farin fought the pain, slowly numbing it away. Finally, he felt he was ready to go on.
"There..." -he said between breaths- "Go on... please..."
"All right." -the dragon responded- "I'll start slow."
And so he did. Very slowly at first, Sekk'ral started the age-old love-making motions. He took his sizeable member almost all the way out, waited a few moments, then pushed it back in. Slowly, ever so slowly, he repeated the motions, and then again, and again. Farin, with his eyes closed, sighed in time with Sekk'ral's movements. The pain had been at last subdued, reduced to a much more tolerable numbness, and he was starting to enjoy the whole affair. "Taken by the most beautiful dragon morph on earth..." -he thought, in a somewhat light-headed state- "If this is a dream, I wish I never wake up from it."
Slowly, but steadily, Sekk'ral started to increase the speed of his thrusts. Farin, in turn, began to moan, now truly enjoying it. "More", he asked, the word slipping past his lips in a lustful exhalation of need. The large dragon complied without hesitation, thrusting the full length of his enormous, veiny dragon meat into his partner. "Ah!", the fox gasped, and then again, and again. The dragon's mighty spear was hitting spots inside him that he wasn't aware of until then. He was taking pleasure in a way completely new to him, and he liked it! To be taken in such primal, animalistic way, completely submitted by that large mountain of hot, sweaty, male muscle. It couldn't possibly be any better, he thought.
Then he felt a rough, scaly hand taking a firm grip on his fully engorged foxhood. "Ooh!" was the fox' immediate response as he threw his head back, taken completely by surprise. The dragon started to pump Farin's erect member, which was slick from the copious fluids that had been oozing from it for a long time now. With his fingers firmly wrapped around the smaller male's hot, dripping shaft, Sekk'ral masturbated his mating partner in earnest, all the while thrusting his massive dragon meat into him with decidedly increasing tempo. Farin's mind was blown away by the massive rush of powerful sensations rocking his body. He was just drifting in an all-encompassing white sea of bliss, colors exploding every which way.
Their hot bodies covered in sweat, both the fox and the dragon gasped and grunted rhythmically with each thrust. They had both given in to their primal instincts, engulfed by the passionate fire of raw, pure sex. Sekk'ral's hard, thick meat rod was fiercely ramming in and out of Farin, hilting, his grunts growing louder each time. So were the fox morph's moans, as he felt his release starting to build up deep inside him, his body shaking by the force of the animalistic thrusts. He wouldn't last much longer. The monster shaft pounding away at his shapely rear felt great on its own, but there was more going on. In time with the mating, the dragon was also madly pumping Farin's swollen foxy member with his big, scaly hand, masturbating it hard and fast, clearly intent on bringing him to a most explosive orgasm. And he was on the right track. Farin's brain was being mercilessly assaulted by electrifying jolts of nearly maddening pleasure; his breath becoming more ragged and irregular with each passing second; his pleasure-overflown mind barely clinging on to consciousness.
Sekk'ral was getting close too, as his deep growls attested to. Leaning forward, he opened his jaws and bit his partner's neck in a mating bite. Of course, he wasn't biting hard enough to actually hurt Farin, but the fox still felt each and every tooth pressed against his neck. And that did it. That sent him over the edge. Screaming his mighty release, the fox morph came hard, showering the grass below with his come. Sekk'ral felt the tight ring of muscle around his member contracting rhythmically as Farin went through his earth-shattering orgasm, squeezing it hard. The dragon could not hold back any more, and he too climaxed. Stretching his wings wide and letting out his mightiest roar yet, Sekk'ral gave a hard, final thrust and gushed his hot, thick seed deep into Farin, his monster rod erupting like a raging volcano, filling the entrails of the fox morph with his come. It was, of course, too much dragon sperm for the smaller male to take, so it quickly overflowed and pooled on the ground beneath them. Eventually, Sekk'ral's spurts grew weaker as his orgasm waned, until it was over. He then smiled, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. It was the best mating he had ever had.
Lying on top of the large, sexy dragon, Farin was happy. His closed eyes and the smile in his face clearly reflected the blissful happiness bathing his being, as he was still experiencing the wonderful sedating effects of the aftermath. Sekk'ral petted him tenderly, looking at the clouds above.
"I love you." -Farin said, driven by the emotion of the moment.
"Isn't it a little bit early for that?" -Sekk'ral said, smiling.
"No, I mean it." -the fox responded- "You are all I need. I want to stay with you, forever."
Farin raised his head and looked at Sekk'ral with big, pleading eyes.
"Please... Please let me stay with you."
"My cute foxy boy... How could I say no?" -the dragon said- "The truth is... I also want you to stay with me."
"Thank you." -Farin said, hugging the dragon morph as his heart overflowed with happiness- "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
"Heh. Rest now, my cute little fox... My mate."
And so, smiling, Farin drifted off to sleep on top of the muscular dragon. He felt complete, his lover's body warmth permeating through his fur and into his own body. The closeness; the intimacy his bodies shared... It was clear they were meant for each other. "God bless that hare...", Farin whispered very quietly to himself as his last conscious act before falling asleep. Sekk'ral just kept stroking the fox morph's soft fur, thanking the stars for his meeting him. Eventually, he too, slowly drifted off to sleep.
And that's the story of how Sekk'ral and Farin -a dragon and a fox- met. United by the inscrutable whims of fate, they lived happily ever after... together.
The end.