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Timanth and Shira walked along an open path, enjoying the warmth of an unseasonably warm February morning. Though Shira was an anthro dragon of just two inches in height and Timanth was a twenty-foot long feral dragon, the two still managed to enjoy one another's company. The two conversed about various things and generally enjoyed one another's company, though the larger, copper dragon soon had a mischievous idea of his own. "Shira, turn around for just a moment," he said warmly. Shira, having no reason to distrust hir larger companion, did so and blinked in surprise.

The larger dragon's jet-black shaft was hanging half-hard from its sheath, pointed right at the smaller drake. Light bouncing off Shira's scales offered faint illumination of the feral's belly, which served to accentuate its darkness against his shimmering hide. He chuckled softly and stepped forward until the micro was between his forepaws. He gave hir just a moment to admire the view before he lifted a hindleg and began to pee. Water was hard to come by during this cool, dry season; his stream was pungent, dark, and aimed directly at the muzzle of the smaller, hermaphroditic dragon.

Shira had only just enough time to recognize what Timanth was doing, but shi had no opportunity to react. The crashing of warm, golden fluid across hir snout was enough to knock hir down, face-first, onto the dirt beneath hir feet. Timanth chuckled at the reaction, but he offered Shira no respite and allowed hir to remain pinned by the flow of his urine as it crashed upon hir body. Though shi tried to get to hir feet again, shi could barely get onto all fours before being forced to the ground again. A muddy puddle began to form beneath hir as the volume of the fluid increased, which made it even more difficult to rise up beneath the dragon. Shi coughed while being inundated, but this just allowed some of the fluid to pour into hir mouth. Shi gagged on that but then swallowed, as shi didn't dare open hir mouth once again.

Seconds passed and the stream just continued to flow from far above the micro. Timanth moved his forepaws just slightly so they wouldn't get dirty, but he had no qualms about leaning in and watching the struggling herm from up close. By now every last one of hir scales had been marked with that dark yellow liquid. It had even started to seep between them, marking hir so deeply with his scent that one bath would not be enough to completely wash it clean. Shi had given up on fighting it for now, but shi was still breathing, even as the acrid smell of dragon piss hung heavily in the air around hir snout.

Nearly half a minute later, Timanth's flow began to subside. By now the force of his stream had half-buried Shira in stinking mud, which was quickly beginning to cool and harden. The thickening muck was too much for the micro to climb out of, despite hir best efforts, which just left the copper dragon grinning in amusement. He took another step forward and presented the tip of his dragonhood to the micro. A final drop of urine hung upon it, still glistening in the light. "Give it a kiss," he thrummed, effectively ordering Shira to drink the last of it. Hir hesitation was brief, but shi soon played along and gave it a long, slow kiss, even though that one, oversized drop of fluid was more than a mouthful to hir. Shi winced at the taste but kept licking across his cockhead until every last trace of urine had been removed from it.

"Good girl," Timanth said. He stepped backward to look at Shira once more and smiled; shi shot back a smirk, which just made the copper dragon chuckle. "Don't look at me like that. I know you like it..." Even as he spoke, he reached for hir with his right forepaw and, after carefully grasping hir midsection between two talons, he lifted Shira from the mud and placed hir gently down on a dry spot of ground. The larger dragon leaned in and gave a long sniff, then melodramatically wrinkled his nose at the scent of his musk.

"Ha, ha," Shira mused, crossing hir arms in mock protest of the treatment. But after just a moment of faking, shi looked over at the still-raised forepaw of the feral and noticed the small flecks of mud upon it. Shi didn't wait for a command before shi walked over, kissing each of his toe-talons before quickly licking up the small drops of piss-soaked mud, leaving his paw as clean as it was before his prank. "I'm going to need a shower later..."

"But I already gave you one!" Timanth laughed. Shira chuckled along with him and the two dragons walked on, even as the smaller one tried to shake some excess piss out of hir ears.