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Well, dragons are popular, aren't they? So here's something with them - hope you like it, and hope you'll comment! My 401st story post on SoFurry, yay!

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"Aaaaand let's hear a big paw for the stars of tonight...Rodney and...Alexander! "

The club erupted in a set of whoops, stomps, whistles and lewd yells just as the spotlights switched onto an UV band, to fill the room with a ghostly, purple glow...an effect dramatic enough to cause the ruckus to only intensify as everyone stared at the draped entryway onto the stage every pair of eye in the club were fixed upon.

"Rodney and Alexander!"

The noise was high enough to make glasses tremble, the stomping of paws, the hundred men almost chanting in unison as they awaited with baited breaths and...

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The drapes, dark and non-descript in the ultraviolet light, were pulled to the side, to reveal a momentarily darkness before something shiny, something massive, something perfect appeared. The suddenness was an effect most startling - the ghostly greenish neon glow of the perfectly shaped male, closing in on the writhing mass of masculinity, stepping out onto the stage...

"RODNEY AND ALEXANDER!"

The dragon threw his clawed arms up high above his regal, horned head, every scale on his massive, muscular body bathed in the ultraviolet light from the hidden spotlights to make him glow...a natural talent, combined with some carefully applied paint beforehand, to create the best, eye-catching effect. You could see every muscle, glowing in the near-dark, illuminated in the unnatural glow, only to create an even greater sense of perfection for the hungry eyes drinking in every detail. Wings, folded behind his back, the sinwy arms, the perfect shoulders and the sleek fingers with their obsidian claws, held high above his head, victoriously...glowing eyes returning their gazes just as intensely. His vicious maw showed series of black-glowing teeth as he opened his long muzzle, a forked tongue flicking out to taste the musk in the air, much to the impressive male's pleasure, just as the noise seemed to intensify even further.

"RODNEY AND ALEXANDER!"

The dragon was not alone for long on his stage, not at all, for soon another emerged, this one glowing in a shade of blue, perfect to highlight his sleeker, aerodynamic body, shaped by hard work and nature that had once made them fly, and for once, this specimen of draconic masculinity looked like he still might simply leap off the stage and zoom into air with his massive, leathery, dangerous-looking wings...or at least do a damn good job trying. His blue, glowing muscles flexed enticingly as he made his own entrance, walking slowly, confidently, a dark expression in his eyes and his muzzle, long and pointed, scowling rather convincingly at the wild crowd below.

"GIVE 'EM A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"

The crowd simply wouldn't stop, not even when the lights flicked and the ghostly glow was replaced by more natural spotlights showering the two dragons with their beams. Their natural colors became apparent, Rodney, red and richly scaled, shiny with sweat and the luminescent paint, his co-star, Alexander, green and shimmery, as perfect as the male standing proudly next to him, with the only difference that Rodney had a foot to his height. Their bodies were complete bare except for black leather harnesses covering their chests, ending in shiny steel rings over their chests, with another strap going down to the leather codpieces that enclosed bulging groins...for the moment, to the teasing and the curiosity of the crowd hungrily staring at the beautiful males standing there, silently. Golden rings in their ears and noses and placed upon their horns shimmered, simple adornments that only highlighted their masculine beauty...and added a touch of flair to their beefy draconic appearances.

The males looked in awe at the two dragons, standing there regally, unmoving but for the occasional flex of a muscle, handsome, perfectly oiled specimens as they were, for their pleasure, visual, aural...even their scent seemed awfully perfect, slowly spreading into the room even through the countless variations of musk that permeated the club. They seemed almost ethereal...having emerged as ghosts of light and then come down to the mundane real...fallen angels of flesh, amidst their fellow depraved.

A high-pitched electronic scream shot out of the loudspeakers, causing almost a collective drooping of ears, its loudness brief and soon replaced by an equally mechanic beat of music, intense, deep with the bass, stroking down their spines at the same speed as their racing hearts worked, catching up to the situation, to the powerful energy coursing through the by now stinking air.

That was their cue. The two dragons looked at one another, their dark eyes meeting, grins spreading on their predatory muzzles, arms folding down, shoulders slinging back, wings unfurling and flapping the air behind them, a gesture as aggressive as the rest, their tense bodies, glistening and sharply lined, arching for preparedness...for what...ideas that only encouraged the throng of males to press even closer to one another, to get a better look, to feel each other, to watch...the music only charging them further...

Both dragons let out loud shrieks to fight the beating trance music, enough to send shivers to everyone in the room, as they lunged a one another, huge, clawed hands gripping onto bodies, arms bulging, teeth and jaws snapping, tails flaying and wings smacking the air as they attacked each other. Another round of cheers left from the randy crowd as the show finally began properly, with the two dragons engaging in their first physical contact, rough, raw and hot.

It almost looked like a dance, for a while, the two bodies rotating on the stage, near the eye level of the crowd staring, offering them a perfect view of the two drakes grappling with one another, slick bodies offering resistance to one another, jaws snapping and seeking to grab throats that were held carefully at check...how there was further and further body contact, muscles working, the crowd working...

Their bodies ground together roughly, arms around one another, maws still snapping, scowling, with a hint of a glint to their eyes as they rotated on the stage again, giving everyone a sight of their rippling bodies, swaying tails, perfect leather-lined backsides and the firm pressure between their bodies. Tongues extended from the muzzles of the hotly panting crows as they saw those massive bulges rub together, covered by the leather still, but not for long, they hoped, as paws slipped into pants, sometimes not their own...as the expectations and the heat crew...as the pair of dragons continued their dance of dominance and pleasure, with their deep trilling noises adding another track to the hypnotic music filling the club.

With another snap of his teeth, the red dragon, giving final glance at his companion, put his hands firmly onto the dragon's shoulders and pushed him down, to kneel obediently onto the stage while gazing up at the leering, huffing male. The firm hands grasped the green dragon's shiny horns and used them to pull his long muzzle close against his groin. He threw his head back and let out a deep groan of pleasure at the sensation of the muzzle mashing against the leather covering his most sensitive flesh, the pressure enough to send tingles throughout his body, and to emit more musk that was caught by those lucky enough to stand closest to the tall stage.

Rodney kept the green dragon plastered against his crotch, just as his fellow drake reached with his hands, carefully choreographed, reached to stroke the larger male's beautiful buttocks, double globes of rippling muscles upon which the long, thick tail grew out, now swinging up and down as the male was pleasured both by the long scaled maw and the hands rubbing his muscles...and dipping above the base of the tail, to release a concealed latch that kept the leather jockstrap in place.

Alexander loved doing this bit...rubbing his hands down the dragon's thighs...then looking up to him adoringly as he gripped the edge of the codpiece with his teeth and then, slowly...ever so slowly pulled his head back, to first expose the tip of the bright red cock, then more and more of the musky organ as he was allowed to back away, not forgetting to breathe a constant stream of hot air from his nostrils to make that massive organ drip and throb as intently as ever, in concert with Rodney's deep, pleasured moans.

The crowd cheered when the jockstrap fell to the floor from the dragon's muzzle, so that now, when Rodney gave the green dragon's horns a yank, he had no choice but to slip out his tongue and begin to lick the foot-long rod jutting proudly from the red dragon's dark-scaled slit. The base was adorned by a thick knot lined with ridges, thick, slimy ripples of flesh that grew into the shaft and followed it subtly along the top and the undersides of the long draconic member until they flared into life again, to create a certain bluntness to the otherwise pointed tip. An organ perfectly designed for mounting dragon bitches, to push through their wet slits, to lodge into their werm, fertile channels, with a knot to ensure that every single ounce of potent seed would be retained inside them...all of these features were as nature intended, and now, in full view of the wild crowd.

Alexander smiled to himself as the taste of the dragon filled his muzzle, impossible to avoid with the constant drizzle of lubricating juice flowing from the pulsing tip. The red dragon had been wearing his codpiece for a while backstage, and having an erection all the time meant that his entire groin had been bathed in his hot musky liquids...creating the glistening spire of flesh the dragon now tried to pleasure in a way that was esthetically pleasing and just outright horny for the eagerly paying but demanding audience below them. They could barely be seen, what's with the lights, but they could definitely be heard and smelled, even through the constant, endless beat of the music that set the tone of their performance.

Rodney let out deep noises as he felt the tongue curl around his member, and his hands gripped the dragon's horns as he allowed himself to be pleasured, teased so expertly. The sounds were once hunting calls, he knew as much from the tradition passed down along the generations, but here the aggressive sounds served to only light nerves into a further frenzy...showing them who was the boss among the two dragons.

Alexander kept teasing the dragon's flesh but did not forget his own part to the show - his hands dropped almost covertly, to release his own codpiece so that his own impressive, dusky purple cock sprung into view - the wolf whistles were enough to rub his ego the right way, just like his own hand was, closing around his thick, strong meat, to give himself a few slow strokes as the audiences could take yet another erotic extravaganza in through their eyes...the sight of the kneeling dragon, already blowing the big red dragon's cock, now stroking his own long member, adorned with a golden cock ring that slipped below his ridges but did not pass his knot. It was the perfect tease...making him so hard...and delaying any threatening orgasms...and this was not meant to be a brief session. Smirking to himself, he reached with his hands to grab the dragon's shat and aligned it with his muzzle.

Rodney let out a shrill call as heat enclosed upon his shaft...and wasted no time in burying himself down to the knot, slipping through the muzzle and then down the dragon's carefully trained throat in one go until his bulgy bulb of flesh pressed against the quickly swallowing dragon's lips. The spectacular sight of so much cock disappearing so quickly created a collective "ohhhhh!" in the horny furs watching the show. The growing heat among them only seemed to encourage the pair on stage as well. There was a muzzle to fuck, and Rodney took onto his duty with gusto...slow, even strokes so that everyone could see his spit-slickened flesh slipping in and out of the subservient dragon's drooling maw. Goopy droplets already hung from his lips and his chin as he was slowly rutted on his face, unable to do anything but take it, as Rodney's hands kept their hold on his shiny horns, controlling him and keeping utterly at his mercy while he gurgled and took the slimy lengthy into him.

The green dragon suddenly yanked himself out, his cock making a spectacular arch as it slipped from the hot maw before bouncing up against his belly. He wasted little time in tugging on the dragon's horns, to signal for him to stand up before he too the green dragon into his embrace again...slick cocks rubbing together now as their muzzles met together as well.

The kissing looked aggressive, and it was at that, teeth clicking together, long muzzles meeting as much as dragons could, held open so that everyone could see the slick tongues meeting and slobbering, taste shared, musk spreading between their bodies as they humped and rubbed onto one another, hands seeking muscles to caress, to worship, to grip...just like the audience was doing, not caring it if was their body or someone's else...whatever they found, they held firmly and with reverence, the example given by the two massive muscled males on the high stage.

With a shuffle of wings, tails and thick arms, suddenly it was Alexander standing there, the red dragon behind him, arms holding him firmly while the dragon's neck was held in his jaws...the green dragon letting out moans while a clawed hand ruthlessly jerked off his cock. Droplets of pre spewed from the tip of his pent-up tool and rained upon the writhing crowd below them, the luckiest getting their own mark of scent from the night's star attractions. Those who were splashed were soon overcrowded by other males who in their frenzy sought out to sample...falling into the mass of maleness, as tongues and fingers attacked their bodies, seeking a taste of dragon musk...the moaning dragon helplessly flapping his wings against his scowling captor.

This position was the cue for whoever was standing by backstage, for during the lewd performance, a steel bar on double chains was lowered from the ceiling, now hovering above the heads of the dragon. It swung gently, not held in place, looking like a strangely utilitarian trapeze, simply hanging there as it was.

Another glance between tem, and Rodney grabbed the green dragon's wrists, pulling those scaled, clawed arms high up, so that the subservient, aroused male could grab a hold of the bar perfectly positioned at the right height, his arms held high, his hands closing firmly around the cold stainless steel. Claws dug against his palms as he held firmly, even while the dragon behind him teased his body still, stroking his chest, licking his well-exposed armpit...causing more moans...

They moved slowly, to stand so that they offered a side view for now,, their bodies standing back to back, the green dragon holding onto the bar above him as it made it appear that he hung suspended from chains on the ceiling. There were no shackles nor other forms of bondage at work here, however...he was holding onto it on his own accord, and that was part of the show...his domination so complete that there was no need for physical restraints...only the order of the big, red dragon standing behind him and kneading his rump and his tail with both big, rough hands...making his intentions clear.

He gripped the tail firmly and stepped forward then, slow enough so that everyone could see his cock slipping between the dragon's rump cheeks...another moment of a group moans from their captive audience, as he ground his hips against Alexander's, firm and hot...giving them a little taste of what was to come...

The lights changed again...brighter this time, and with that, the large video projection screens flickered alive on the wall on either side of them...the stage itself being lit, too, through the floor, so that as the two dragons stood there, one of the screens showed a perfect view from beneath the two males standing there, their bodies mashed together, scaled bodies, and a hint of aggressive red, lodged against the crack of the ass that was soon to be taken...tail already flicked side to provide more access...the other screens capturing a closeup of Alexander's maw, open in moan that could not be heard over the thumping music but was unmistakable in view.

It was time.

Everyone was holding their breaths as they watched the red dragon step back a single step...a hand slipping between their bodies, so as to press down his rigid cock and push the tip against the dragon's pre-lubed opening...the perfect glistening of the scaled pucker and the thick red member captured onto one of the screens by them, a sight enough to make a few of their audience mess their pants...and the dragons hadn't even started on what was looking up to be a rough rutting.

The red dragon held his head up proudly as he began to push, both hands gripping the dragon's sides as he held on tight and began to dwell into Alexander's defenseless body. The green dragon let out a sound not unlike a yowl as the pressure grew...part in play, mostly for real, as the pressure intensified and his muscles came under an increasing stress in their desperate attempt to keep himself shut...but it was to be in vain...the fleshy pucker could no longer resist the advances of the hot flesh pressing onto him.

They became mated with a loud roar, enough to drown out the music for a few seconds, as the blunt tip lodged its way into the green dragon's hole and then slid further in with a deep, hunching stab from Rodney's hips...drops of pre and lube, mixing together, forced out and to drip onto the lighted floor...every muscle tensing on the bottom dragon's body as he took the large intruder under his tail, paws grasping convulsively onto the metal bar above him, his only support besides the thick fleshy member sliding deeper and deeper into his body.

His posture made it impossible to resist the penetration, more so, his own weight was forcing more of it inside him, if he'd let his arms go slack...and the proud dragon wouldn't stop until his ridged knot pressed against Alexander's hole, teasing its tender surface with the ripples of flesh that brought a further screeching sound from their recipient.

This was Rodney's victorious moment, having taken the other male as his bitch for the moment, but there was no stopping for him. He held tight onto the dragon and began to withdraw, his ridges rubbing the deep lined insides of the dragon's ass in a way that forced grunts and gushes of pre-seed from the suspended male in front of him. Claws tapped against the reinforced glass surface as both of them braced for the rutting, hips in motion, fluid, slick, and perfectly in control, as Rodney began to fuck in earnest.

It wasn't just his long cock doing the act, not by any means, it was his entire body, dominating over the smaller dragon with every single movement of his body. His hands roamed the moaning dragon openly, grabbing, holding, squeezing and leaving clawmarks on the softer scales he could find in places, unable to resist the sheer strength of the grip. His firm hips smacked against the dragon's rump and made it glow...at least with heat, as the pounding continued, each thrust pushing the dangerous mating ridges into the dragon's asshole and then they were pulled out, as they one by one popped past the quivering, sucking ring of draconic muscle...glistening rudely for all their eager viewers before another butt-busting thrust hid them again into the dragon's body. Alexander's own cock stood up proud, leaking and pulsing as his prostate was battered by the insistent ridges that turned his gonads into factories of pleasure mixed with the sheer intensity of being filled to the brim...over and over again, pumped and taken in the rough, carnal, public act of ultimate submission.

The musk in the room was nearing stifling levels. Cum filled leather breeches and underwear, pre seeped into hotpants as groins were ground together, or against eagerly swinging asses...paws grappling, maws yelping, or being filled with a musky cock, hot from dancing, grinding and the sheer lewdness of the dragons' performance...those in the booths luckiest, for there, it was possible ,for example, for that bunny to be thrown onto his back onto the table and skewered on the long cock of a leather-clad bear intending to have some fun of his own while dragons rutted in their glorious solitude, above the panting crowd.

Their movements remained intense, hard, controlled, even as the passions and pleasures arose and the end started to near...but there was no pausing, nothing but the steady pounding of the dragon's rump, filled and taken oven and over again by the rudely scowling male, hunching and pumping into the gripping, leaking tunnel that was not giving him a moment's respite...its intense heat and tightness edging Rodney closer and closer...but before that...the money shot...

With another lewd smirk, his hand returned to the green dragon's cock...held so as not to obscure anyone's view, but still firmly, so that the ageless stroking motion could commence... as did Alexander's yowls as he was filled and pleasured, cock ringed or not, there was no stopping the passionate bucking of his hips, back and forth as he took the pounding and rode closer and closer to his own orgasm, close at...

With a roar, he came, in long, thick spurts out of his flaring tip, fiercely hot spunk flying and splattering through the air before colliding with sweaty bodies below. Their targets moaned in surprise as much as the dragon getting fucked so hard that the cum was simply flying from his body, forced by the impaling cock still churning his insides.

There was no knotting - that'd spoil the other money shot, Rodney lamented, but only briefly, very briefly, as he felt his own climax near...driven to the brink with a final buck, he then pulled out, roughly abandoning the dragon's body so that his ridges pulled his hole as open as it ever did...just before the first splatter of cum struck the still open hole and heated it before further loads painted the scales on his back and his rear...his tail getting a new white stripe from the red dragon's copious outpouring that left him reeking of rut and painted and marked as a another male's willing bitch.

It was a perfect moment for the lights to go out and to be replaced by the ghostly glow of the UV now...the abstract patterns of organic yellow highlighting where got cum now covered their bodies...tiredly clinging onto one another, while the activity around them seemed to only now reach its most frenzied pace...

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