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Pozzy vs The nightfury

"I knew Norway would be a fantastic place to take a vacation." Pozzy, the orange-furred platypus said as he leaned back in his lawn chair and sipped at his drink. He was wearing big, goofy looking plastic sunglasses and a huge straw hat to cover his eyes. He was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks to cover his body. He may have been a lithe, slender platypus, but he was able to enjoy cooler temperatures, which meant the resort he was vacationing at was mostly empty. Nobody wanted to vacation this time of year this far north.

His eyes scanned the skyline to take in the view of snow-covered mountains surrounding him. It was a truly wonderful sight. "Quack indeed." He laughed, taking another sip.

He had been here at the resort for only a couple days now, but he was already getting bored. The locale was beautiful and the seclusion was serene, but not having anyone to talk to or party with was getting boring; he needed something to do, so without much thought, he put his drink down and started walking right off the pool deck and onto a trail that took him off the resort.

The platypus gaped open his beak in a grin and walked happily down the path away from the pool, between the two large hotel buildings, and onto a nearby trail that tourists occasionally walked down in the summer. The twisting, dusty pathway was getting a little overgrown as the season had just started and the dirt had yet to be trampled down or the vegetation pushed aside.

No matter, Pozzy needed to get out, he needed an adventure; what better place to look for adventure than the mountainous region famous for having birthed the vikings?

The cool spring air was very gentle on Pozzy's breaths as he slowly padded his way up the trail at a steady pace. He stopped every few moments to look at the emerging vegetation or decide what end of a fork he wanted to follow, but he kept going. Slow and steady wins, and while the platypus had plenty of endurance, the air up in the mountains was thinner than it was at home, so he needed to pace himself.

After an hour or so of meandering up random trails and pathways, Pozzy stopped in a clearing that had a line of benches set up to perfectly see down the mountain by overlooking a cliff, which he sat down on to catch his breath. He let out a long sigh of a quack as he peered over the tops of the rims of his plastic, oversized glasses as he looked down at the resort he was staying at amidst the mostly brown and grey but increasingly green forests that surrounded it. He could see the weaving gash in the bush that was the trail he'd walked up, as well as the big, straight opening that was the roadway that connected the resort to the rest of the world.

"Aaah, a vacation. This indeed is what I need to get away from all those damned computers." He leaned back and looked to the mostly clear sky, his broad, green beak gaped open to enjoy the complete and utter serenity. There were faint echoes of birds chirping in the distance, a cool earthy scent hanging in the air, and a moistness that indicated that, in spite of it being a clear day, rain couldn't be that far off.

Pozzy craned his neck a bit farther to catch a glimpse at the snow-capped tips of the mountains above him and he causally wondered if they ever had a problem with avalanches in the region. He couldn't imagine so, as the weather around these parts was controlled, but errors could always happen.

That wasn't his worry right now; it was spring and all he wanted to do was relax. He looked back down at his feet and wiggled his toes in the still-cool soil atop the cliff, a soft quack escaping his beak. "This is the life."

The platypus remained atop the cliff looking down at the valley with the resort in it for many hours until the sun was high in the sky. He woke up early to enjoy his day, and even after the many hours relaxing, hiking and climbing, it was barely after noon when he decided he'd go on another adventure or at least continue the adventure he'd started.

Up he got from the bench, taking in another deep breath of the fresh mountain air. There was a sign behind the bench that gave him directions, one aiming him towards the resort again, the other pointing him towards what was known as Breach-Cliff Plateau. He didn't recognize that name from any of the brochures he read, so he decided he was heading towards Breach-Cliff Plateau.

The trail didn't take him much higher in the mountains, which was good because he wasn't sure if he wanted to go near the snowy summit in bare-paws, but he was happy to see that the trail was taking him through a pass between two peaks.

There was a short moment when he jokingly thought he was perhaps entering into a whole new hidden world!

Once Pozzy made it to the pass, he could see a massive open plateau just downwind of him on the other side of the mountain. It had to be the size of a small city, filled with a lake, a series of small creeks and rivers that flowed down a waterfall to the north, and the entire plateau was like a huge depression, a perfectly circular footprint in the mountains, surrounded by sharp cliffs on three sides.

Right in front of the platypus lie what looked like a massive stairway into the plateau, inviting him into Breach-Cliff Plateau. "Don't mind if I do." He said as he hopped down the rock stairwell.

The platypus had only made it down a couple dozen steps when he heard a powerful screech coming from over the mountains. He scanned the sky to see if it was a bird, gryphon, or dragon, but saw no silhouette in the midday sun. Whatever it was, it must have been going in the opposite direction.

He disregarded the sound and continued to make his way down the steps until he reached the bottom. "Well damn, that was a hell of a trip." he huffed, as the stairs had really taken a toll on his endurance. He looked back up at the stone stairs and quacked in defeat, realizing too late that he'd have to climb back up those steps to get back to the resort. Slumped over in defeat, he padded back over to the first step before hearing a snap of a branch behind him followed by what sounded like a warning growl.

Without thinking, he dashed up the first dozen steps to get away from whatever was after him. Panicked, he glanced back to see what it was, but saw nothing in the clearing. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he stopped and slowly crept back down to the clearing, his paw resting on his head, the long locks of orange hair slipping between his fingers. He heard yet another growl, but it was very clear whatever it was either didn't know Pozzy was there, or just didn't care, as his movements and presence had no effect on the low, drumming growl.

Curious, he crept towards the treeline, which was shrouded in thick brushes and ferns to completely obstruct the view into the rest of the valley. He gently parted two massive fern leaves to reveal something he certainly wasn't expecting.

It was a dragon! Not a particularly big one, perhaps the size of a thickly built horse, but it was still much bigger than Pozzy. The dragon was mostly black with creamy-white highlights around random scales on its body, a sleek, rounded form with soft-looking nubs. It had massive, black bat-like wings and fins on its hind end and at the end of its tail. He wasn't certain, but he was pretty sure it was a night fury!

He clamped his beak shut and held his breath, not wanting to startle the black and cream highlighted dragon, instead he watched intently as it went about its business, shifting back and forth on its hind legs and using its tail to push away piles of dirt and rocks, a deep growl emanating from its partially open maw as it looked back to the little hole it was digging.

Pozzy kept watching, his green-hued beak keeping him at least partially camouflaged behind the wall of vegetation that divided the two. He didn't know what the dragon was doing, but he felt compelled to keep watching. There was a thick, musky scent in the air alongside the clean mountain breeze and the faint aroma of flowers on a nearby fruit tree; all in all it was a very appealing place, and he didn't want to leave.

The night fury lifted a single leg and raised its tail. Pozzy didn't want to watch anymore, assuming the beast was relieving itself. He turned and shielded his eyes, but just as he did so he saw a massive shadow looming over him.

His eyes grew wide as he looked at the figure casting the shadow. It was another all-black night fury, sitting on its haunches right beside Pozzy in the clearing, glaring down at the platypus with intense yellow eyes.

"Quack..." Pozzy squeaked, completely shocked that this dragon had managed to sneak up on him so effortlessly. He tried to tiptoe away, the night fury's eyes trained on his. The dragon opened his maw in a malicious growl as it crept towards the platypus, Pozzy stopped dead in his tracks, blinking nervously. "Uh, don't eat me?" He whimpered plea.

The dragon, like a shadow in the night, crept down and pounced at the scared platypus, pinning him to the ground with his massive fore claws. Pozzy tried to get up, but the dragon's weight kept him pinned to the ground.

As the jet-black night fury stood tall on Pozzy, a faint chirp could be heard from the other dragon. The jet black dragon perked its ear-nubs up high and looked at the cream-speckled dragon through the vegetation with a look of concern.

Pozzy used this moment to let out a grunt and try to get away, but the dragon slammed a claw down on him, pinning him with a toothy growl. Pozzy stopped moving entirely, his eyes wide with fear. In that split second, the dragon's expression went from angry and dominant to lighthearted, his intense eyes widening and his maw gaping open, tongue flopping out.

"Awww, you're not so bad, just let me go-" Pozzy started, but was immediately silenced by the massive dragon that had him pinned to the ground, its expression immediately reverting to angry and dominant for a moment before cheering up as he looked back to the other dragon.

It took a moment for Pozzy to realize that it was sound that was upsetting this dragon. Every time he spoke or grunted or made a sound, the night fury would pin him to shut him up! "Sorry, I'll be quiet." Pozzy whispered as he held up a single finger to his beak.

The night fury's eyes lit up as he pulled his claw off Pozzy's chest, slowly and carefully to ensure the little platypus didn't try to get up too fast. The dragon's tail began to gently swish in the dirt, his tailfin stirring up a bit of a dust cloud as his maw gaped open, exposing the dragon's gums.

Wait, gums? Single tailfin?" Pozzy thought to himself. "Toothless?" He whispered.

Immediately, the night fury's single earflap raised as he cocked his head towards Pozzy with a quizzical expression. He raised a single claw to back away from Pozzy, who was getting to his feet.

"It is you!" he exclaimed, still in a hushed whisper. "Wait, how did you fly?"

Toothless looked back at his tail for a moment before spinning his head back around and clamping his gummy jaw on Pozzy's arm, picking him up and tossing him through the bushes, letting the platypus fall in a heap in the dirt as Toothless followed.

The cream-speckled night fury let out a screech as Pozzy landed in the dirt in front of it, skittering away from the platypus. It was a quick glimpse, but Pozzy could see the smoothe, white surface of an egg trying to push its way out from underneath her tail. This cream-speckled nightfury was a female!

"Is she your mate?" He asked Toothless as he got to his feet, brushing his swimming trunks off.

Toothless didn't answer, of course, he looked over to the female then back to Pozzy before smiling happily and nodding, sitting on his haunches as his tongue lolled out. He stepped towards the female and nuzzled into her neck, keeping one eye on Pozzy.

The platypus was curious, so he leaned over to get a better view of the female's slit, watching intently as the textured white orb distended the flesh around it. It was clear she was having problems laying it, as she'd been squatting and positioning herself earlier. It was a wonderful view under her tail, getting a long and great look at her opening making way for an egg that must have been as big as half of Pozzy's torso. He could have stood there watching for hours, but toothless suddenly pounced on him again, pinning him to the ground.

"Oomph!" He groaned. "What's up now?" He knew night furies were as intelligent as people, even though they couldn't talk, so he was sure the dragon understood him.

Toothless stepped off Pozzy's body and pressed a single claw down on his swim trunks, tugging them downwards.

Pozzy's eyes went wide as his wide tail slapped happily at the dirt. He knew precisely what Toothless wanted! Eagerly, he grabbed at his garment and forced it downward, kicking them off. "Oh, if you insist!" He quacked. He fully expected the dragon to bend down and start licking or something, like a dog lapping at an ice cream cone, but the tone immediately changed as toothless Bared his teeth and growled at Pozzy, the glint in his eye changing from playful to aggressive.

The platypus froze solid, refusing to move a muscle as he pieced together what was going on. Was this a game? Something for fun? Was Toothless actually mad? Pozzy hadn't even asked all the questions in his mind when the dragon slammed its paw down on his chest, pinning him to the ground, his lips curled up in a growl.

"Toothless, what's wro-" Pozzy protested, but he was interrupted by a deeper, stronger growl as the dragon lowered its head to only a few inches away from Pozzy's beak, his warm, moist breath tickling at the platypus's fur.

Pozzy could smell a thick and somewhat bitter scent lingering in the air. He didn't know what it was at first, but as he cautiously looked down at the underside of the dragon's belly, he figured out precisely what the smell was, and it was powerful. It was the powerful dragon's musk, emanating from the thick, ridged member that was slowly slipping out from between the black scales between the dragon's hind legs.

It was an awfully inviting and thick scent, so powerful it felt like it was literally sticking to the sides of Pozzy's nostrils, clogging up the passages and blocking out out any other scents in the air. He couldn't smell the fresh air or the flowers, he couldn't smell the mountains or trees, all he could smell was that thick musk that was seeping out from between the dragon's legs. He took in another deep breath, almost snorting in the smells like a drug as he leaned forward.

Toothless released his claw from Pozzy's chest, letting him up to explore.

Pozzy slowly made his way down Toothless's belly, nuzzling and nipping at the scales to tickle his dragon companion before finally ending up between the hind legs, looking up at the meaty red shaft that exposed itself to the cool mountain air. The bittersweet musk was thick in Pozzy's beak, coating the walls of his throat; he felt like he could almost taste it on his tongue, a sensation that elicited a gentle quack. The situation wasn't exactly clear to the platypus; best he could figure, he'd intruded on Toothless's breeding grounds, and was being treated as territory. It was all confusing, but Pozzy didn't mind, the dragon's scent was so thick his mind was fogging, and all that was on his mind was the thought of pleasing his master.

Toothless quickly bent his head down to look at Pozzy, curious what the sound was, eyes wide but still intense.

"It's okay dear." Pozzy cooed before releasing another quack, his lustful eyes meeting with Toothless's to comfort the night fury before turning back to the ridged rod of red flesh that was pointing right at him. The contrast of cherry red on black was a sight to behold in the midday sun, the streams of light reflecting off the grounds and trees giving the cock a glistening sheen.

Pozzy wanted to hold back, to tease the dragon a little more, but couldn't help himself as he got a proper view of that shimmering shaft, the round bulbous head practically resting on his beak. He took the length in his hands and wrapped his fingers around its base. It was very thick and very, very heavy as it bobbed up and down, the muscles tensing to make it slap against the slick scales of Toothless's belly. Pozzy opened his beak to give it a lick, but every time he leaned forward, the dragon would flex his muscles and push the ruby red shaft against his belly.

Not wanting to wait, Pozzy grabbed a hold of the head, cupping his palm over the round tip to pull it down. Instantly, he felt the member stiffen, the smooth ridges running down the side intensifying and gaining definition at the touch. He could feel the entire length inflate a bit, so he trailed his fingers up and down the side of the shaft, tickling the gentle bulge in the middle.

Oh yes, this was a handsome beast; Pozzy couldn't get his emerald eyes off that member, that wonderfully aromatic, musky member. He leaned his beak up against the side of it, his orange hair tickling at the dragon's bellyscales as he inhaled deeply, the slickness of the night fury's member emanating an even more powerful scent than before. This heavy steam that wafted up from the member was so thick it actually moistened Pozzy's beak, gumming up his nostrils and making a mess of his facial fur.

He could feel his eyes part and his eyelids lower as the intoxicating scent took over his body. A state of euphoria slowly washed over him as he gave into his carnal urges.

Toothless began to breathe heavily, his chest cavity heaving briskly as Pozzy's hands and beak rubbed against his member. His eyes began to roll back in his head as his cream-speckled mate looked on, wishing she could join in; the clutch of eggs inside her blocking her own canal.

The sensation of Pozzy rubbing, licking, and nuzzling up at Toothless's genitals got the ebony-black beast particularly excited; he flared out his wings and fins, his muscles tightening up as he pressed his hips downward into the eager caresses of the platypus's hands. The member of the night fury pushed through the platypus's palms, rubbing against his neck, messing up the fur there.

Pozzy giggled a bit, a stream of intermittent quacks bursting from deep within his gullet. "Rrf, Toothless, that tickles!"

The night fury barely heard him, his more carnal instincts drove him a little wild. He let out a strained snort as he exhaled, the pleasure coursing through his body forcing him to curl his talons into the dirt.

"Whoa there..." Pozzy cautioned as the heavy, powerful member thrust forth into his chest, knocking him off balance, forcing him over his own tail and onto his back. "Can't be too rough there." He was going to protest further, but the sight of the bright red, bulbous member hovering only a few feet above him, the aromatic slime that was the dragon's musky scent dripping down onto Pozzy's chest fur silenced him. He propped himself up on his elbow and raised a hand to probe at the cherry red slit that the cock had emerged from. The flesh was puffy and pressed out, clearly engorged with eagerness.

Just as the platypus stuck his tongue out to lap at the gooey nectar of the beast's massive cock, Toothless splayed out his back legs and pressed his hips flat on the ground! The pressure of the dragon's massive body forced Pozzy onto his back as the massive cock was rubbed back and forth across his chest. He could feel the slime gumming up every strand of fur on his chest as the heavy, meaty shaft was dragged across the platypus's body.

"Quaaaaack!" Pozzy cooed as Toothless's mass was pressed and rubbed against his chest. He wrapped his hands around the member and began stroking up and down its length, his beak held open in case there was an eager spurt of honey for him.

The two of them gyrated against one another for a few minutes, Pozzy's chest getting soaked with the dragon's copius amounts of bittersweet fluid; he could feel his flat, wide tail slapping meekly at the dust, but the dragon's weight kept his tail from getting any freedom.

Toothless switched his grinding motion from side to side to front and back, humping at Pozzy's chest. Pozzy didn't want to waste a taste, so he craned his head forward and laid his lower beak on his breast, opening up to let the dragon's massive member slip and and out of his mouth with each thrust. He was happy swallowing up every drop of the aromatic fluid that was being secreted by the dragon's member.

Toothless slowly let off some of the pressure of his hips grinding down against Pozzy, giving the little platypus some room to wiggle his legs and hips. While the dragon was still thrusting at Pozzy, his own mouth gaping open with tongue lolling out in pleasure, Pozzy used his hands to wrap around the tip, giving Toothless a hole to penetrate and aim at. Toothless was happy to oblige, giving a bit more force and depth to his thrusts.

Pozzy, still staring down at the thick member that was pointing right at him, raised his knees and used his feet to dig at the dirt, forcing his body towards Toothless's chest and head, the thrusting cock slowly pulling away from the platypus's chest to poke at his belly at the height of each thrust. Pozzy's own member was getting thick and hard as the dragon's shaft rubbed past his crotch, his own precum mixing with the thick lubrication that coated Toothless's member.

Toothless, somewhat surprised at the change in feeling, looked down at Pozzy, seeing the little platypus upside down on the ground beneath him, his hands still happily massaging at the night fury's package as he thrust.

"Oooooh, I know what to do!" Quacked Pozzy as he pushed himself forward again, letting Toothless's member splat heavily on his tail. Rather than letting the tip drag along the dirt of the ground, Pozzy was sure to curl his tail up around the member, the sides folding around it like a taco. He lifted his legs up and rest his heels against Toothless's thighs, keeping his rump exposed to the dragon's eager member as his tail guided it to its destination; his own tender, moist pucker.

Toothless didn't waste one moment contemplating the new situation, he happily grinded his hips down on the platypus, smearing his scent all over him. He pressed his tip against his partner's hole, lubing it up and preparing it for the dragon's massive member.

The little platypus let out a long, drawn out quack as Toothless first rubbed the tip of his member up against the puckered and ready hole. There was a quick moment of fear, wondering if the dragon's length would fit, but Pozzy had enjoyed the pleasured of eggs much thicker than even the widest bulge of the night fury's girth, so he was sure with some warming up and gentle probing, his puckered hole would easily slip in. Of course, the overwhelming aroma of the dragon's musk continued to permeate the air, which certainly put Pozzy in a heightened state of arousal. He rubbed at his chest to collect some of the fluid so he could bring it to his nostrils, inhaling it directly and causing his eyes to roll back in his head, a loud quack echoing out from underneath the night fury.

Toothless continued to thrust gently at Pozzy, laying his chest down on the ground to pin the platypus to the dirt as his hips gyrated and pressed against the hole it was aiming at. He could feel the flesh part slowly, the tender lips of Pozzy's anus slowly stretching to accommodate his girth.

As the night fury slowly and patiently pushed his length into Pozzy, the platypus was releasing an increasingly loud quack that started off small and wimpy but soon erupted into a loud moan, capped off by a series of pants and squeaks. To help toothless in, he reached down over his own member and wrapped his hands around the dragon's length, gently tugging on it and pulling it into him, squealing with delight as inch by inch of the cherry red flesh slipped into him. He could feel the firm rod spreading him wide, giving him a full feeling as though he was carrying a clutch of eggs inside him, except instead of slipping and sliding around inside him, the flesh was pulsating with each of the night fury's rapid heartbeats, expanding and deflating ever so gently twice a second.

The sensation of having Toothless's member slowly but carefully enveloped by Pozzy made him grit his gums in pleasure, flattening his ears back against his neck as he twitched in delight, his fins and wings vibrating in waves with every heartbeat. He shuffled back and forth on his hind legs, wiggling his cock from side to side to help ease it into the platypus's rump. He could feel Pozzy's stiff member poking at his bellyscales, mixing his own fluids in with the dragon's musk. He twitched his tail up and down, each tensing of the muscle forcing a gentle throb to pulse its way down his member, culminating in a stiffening throughout.

"Quaaaaack!" Pozzy moaned, arching his back to lean his beak forward, nipping gently at the black dragon's wide belly scales. His flat tail curled in delight and his legs tensed up, dragging his body downward to grind on the thick, bulbous draconic member. Pozzy couldn't help but wonder what graced toothless with such a smooth, gently ridged cock as opposed to the more barbaric, violent looking rods of other dragons; no hooks or pokey tips to speak of, just inch after inch of gentle, waved flesh covering a bulged firm rod inside that was thicker near the middle than the tip or base. IT was a truly wonderful tool, and he wanted it all in his needy, tenderized hole.

Desperate, the platypus leaned back and tried to wrap his legs around Toothless's midsection, causing the dragon to splay his own legs out, looking back in surprise. "It's okay..." Pozzy huffed as he pushed back on the dragon's bright red member.

Toothless, still carnal and feral despite his intelligent behaviour, rolled his eyes back in his skull and arched his back, wings splaying out. He could feel every inch of his member glide between Pozzy's orange-furred cheeks, the bulbous mass expanding inside him once breaching the tightest rim of his hips.

Pozzy once again gave a loud, satisfied quack as he felt the member growing inside him. It wasn't actually growing, but after being compressed between his hip bones and tailhole, it felt like it expanded back out once inside him, where the confines of bone had run out. He flapped his tail wildly, slapping at the earth beneath him, now muddy with the dragon's fluids. The pressure of the dragon's thrust began to make Pozzy slip across the ground, so he reached up and wrapped his arms around Toothless's front talons, anchoring him.

The night fury tensed up every muscle in his body to push his member in deeper, but as soon as he'd hilted himself in Pozzy's rump, ventral scales slapping at the platypus's slick and tender tailhole, he relaxed and tugged back, dragging Pozzy along the ground a few inches before letting the median bulge of his member burst outward with an explosion of combined fluids that slicked up Pozzy's flat tail.

"Ooooooh!" Pozzy shrieked in delight as he felt the girthy shaft leave him, a wet squelching noise accompanying the cascade of fluids that dribbled out between the tender flesh that was the patypus's rumphole and the firmer, slicker flesh of the nightfury's throbbing cock. His hole ached, but not so much he didn't want more. As he lay on the ground, writhing gently in pleasure, tail curled to cup around what bit of Toothless's shaft it could, he rolled his head upwards to get a glance at the cream-speckled night fury in the nest in front of Toothless; she had one leg raised and he could see her slit, the off-white of a shell still poking through, bits of fluid dribbling and spurting out.

He didn't have time to fantasize about that before Toothless arched his back once again, this time his member slipped effortlessly into the platypus's behind, an audible squelch emanating from the underside of his tail before being drowned out by a long, drawn out quack. At this point, Pozzy wasn't really able to do much more than quack and chirp and squeak like a feral caught up in carnal lust; he writhed and curled his toes as the thick member pierced into his backside, and let out a coo as it was tugged from him. In and out the girthy shaft slipped, each thrust like an oblong egg being forced in and tugged out of Pozzy's rump, accompanied by a welcome throb that made it feel even thicker than it was.

After only a few moments of vigorous thrusting, Pozzy's rump felt positively abused; it was tender and sore, but the friction and warmth of the member thrusting in and out coupled by the pseudo-vibrations caused by the ripples and juices that were being forced in and suctioned out with every thrust caused Pozzy's own girthy member to twitch in delight. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, but he was too busy holding onto Toothless's front legs for support; if he let go, he feared being fucked across the dirt and not letting that wonderfully filling member spread his flesh wide.

Just as Pozzy let go of one of Toothless's forelegs, he felt the carnal beast above him let out a fiery roar into the sky as he arched his back and raised his wings, burying every last inch of his member into the platypus's nethers. Pozzy could feel the rounded tip of Toothless's member pressing against his soft and tender walls as the length pulsed, a fiery warmth spreading through his body.

Pozzy curled his toes in delight as the night fury's burning hot seed filled him up, causing the pulsing cock to slosh about inside.

"Quaaaack!" Pozzy moaned as he looked up at toothless, who was panting heavily, bursts of flame dribbling out from the beast's nostrils and lighting up the clearing before dissipating. "Is....are you done?" Pozzy panted as he tensed his rump, sucking on the member inside of him.

But the night fury was done already, as his member was softening and slowly tugging itself out of the platypus's behind, leaving him feeling empty and incomplete, even as the pink seed seeped out of his ruined ass. Pozzy was still hard as a rock, and on the verge of climax himself, but Toothless was done, and he was already too soft to guide back in. There was a puddle of thick, pink cum collecting on Pozzy's tail, but before he could protest or reach down to scoop it up, Toothless reached down between his forelegs and snatched Pozzy out from underneath him, tossing him into the nest beneath his mate.

The platypus was disoriented for a moment before noticing the pulsing slit above him, the white surface of an egg looking him in the eye with each muscle tensing.

"Oh quack indeeed..." Pozzy cooed as he lay back, cock still hard as a rock, placing his hands on either side of the distended slit. He rubbed and poked at the dragon's amazingly soft flesh before trailing his palm around the rim of her opening, spreading what juices there were along her walls and the egg that was trying to push itself out.

He expected this part to last forever, but it seemed as soon as he reapplied pressure to either side of the slit, making the bulge of the egg trying to force itself out, the flesh parted and the egg popped right out, hitting Pozzy in the face and splattering his beak and upper chest with the slick slime that accompanied laid eggs.

Pozzy quacked and sputtered a bit, but quickly cradled the egg to keep it safe as he leaned forward to nuzzle into the dragoness's cream-speckled opening.

Toothless's mate seemed uninterested in playing with Pozzy, and she immediately spun around to look down at the platypus and her egg, eyes wide and tongue lolling out in happiness. Toothless came over as well, looking slightly exhausted but also quite excited.

The two night furies nuzzled into the platypus and their egg, quickly laying down in a yin and yang around him, leaving him to his own devices.

Still smothered in her ovi-fluid, Pozzy smeared his hand with it and stroked at himself, cradling the egg and nuzzling into the dragon's soft scales until the moon rose.