Above The Clouds
Dressed UpIt is riding up his crack again. That is what Narsassus literally finds the most uncomfortable about this situation. Dressed in pink satin panties, a frilly striped skirt and a wide necked top that clings to his chest letting his nipples poke out, the kangaroo has plenty of other aspects to complain about his attire too, but its the roaming nature of the panties that is making him quietly seethe. His abnormal clothing is due to a request which was a borderline command given by his new benefactor, the orca, Chrysanthos.The cetacean officer is with him now inside of the claustrophobic elevator as it ascends the levels. A supercilious look is on the taller man's face as me glances left of him at the kangaroo as if seeing him for the first time and glaring like a lecherous womaniser. Even without a collar choking his neck Narse can feel the uncomfortable heat as his skin flushes red, hidden underneath his soft brown fur. Suddenly the elevator stops and someone else enters, a dog about the same height as Narse and in a uniform that matches the orcas own with colours of pale blue and leathery brown."Another?" the dog asks incredulously and seats himself on one of the elevator's benches adjacent to the one Chrysanthos and Narse are sat upon."Does it bother you?" Chrysanthos replies with another question a the elevator resumes its climb."It's just that you go through girls faster than anyone else I know. Have you ever considered that you might just be lonely?" But even as he says this the dog already knows what his fellow officer will say."Hilarious coming from someone in his third divorce, Gordon." Chrysanthos refuses to hold back on the bite in his voice and the canine goes silent.Narse wriggles a little, uncomfortable both from the clothing and the mood now hanging in the limited air. He is relieved as the elevator slowly comes to a stop on one of the many floors in this place and the canine leaves. He glances over his shoulder once at the orca, a near sneer climbing up on his face before the doors close. Once more the elevator shifts into motion, resuming its ascent to the destination Chrysanthos programmed it to go a whole five minutes ago now. His arm comes around the kangaroo now, its heavy weight pressing down on his petite shoulders as the large hand at the end of it gently squeezes Narse's left arm."Don't worry about what he said. I have plans for you beyond just a couple of nights." His words hang thick with a sincerity that Narse finds more alarming than calming.***Then There Were TwoThey must be some thousands of feet above. Such heights are befitting of something that in colloquial speech is so often referred to as a "Sky Citadel". Only three of these installations are known to exist in the world. They serve as a strange mixture of sprawling military bases and, at least on the lower levels, a sort of reinforced civilian arcology. Following his "boyfriend" down a corridor with a high rising ceiling, Narse wanders a little towards one of the many large glass windows. There are traces of ice crystals, due to the temperature up this high, but he can still see clearly for the most part. Urban sprawl and beyond that more suburban tracts of land stretch out over the curvature of the Earth below. An impressive site for sure, but as he is nudged a little the kangaroo turns back to look at the door at the far end."What is this place?" Narse asks the orca, but no response is given.Chrysanthos takes something small and flat out of one of the inner pockets in his jacket. As they approach the large doors at the end of the corridor he waves the object over some sort of sensor built into the wall to the right of the doors. There is a pause, then whirring of servos as automated locks decouple and the doors are unlocked. There are no handles so the cetacean just pushes one of the doors making it swing open. It looks like there is some weight behind it, so Narse just waits until Chrysanthos is walking past the entrance and then follows behind.Inside the room beyond they are surrounded by instrumentation, with consoles and chairs on the far side in front of panoramic windows. Chrysanthos says something about needing to take another elevator to get down on the service level as Narsassus walks over to see what the vista is. This is just one of two control rooms looking over an expansive hangar. Outside there is a myriad collection of aeronautical machines, some of pretty standard monoplane design, others getting ever increasingly exotic. There are great bay doors with ice crystals caked around them; it must be cold outside the control room and the kangaroo can already feel his fur standing on end just thinking about it."Come on, we don't have all day." The orca's haste get Narse following him
to another, smaller elevator with just a couple of bars keeping them from falling out. "I had to take you this way for a little privacy. This place is inactive for maintenance this month."As they drop down into the hangar proper Narse can see his breath in the changing air. Instinctively he grabs the officer's left arm, one hand racing up past the forearm where he can feel the huge bicep there. He smiles to himself though does not look at the bemused orca whilst leaning against the large guy. This cross-dressing might have helped him be snuck in on these levels, though that much he doubts and believes the cetacean only wanted to embarrass him, but it does nothing for the cool air here. So much empty space and no need for heating beyond a certain point to prevent machinery from frosting over.Their journey to the bottom finally comes to an end and the safety bars lift away. Chrysanthos steps out and lets the kangaroo's arms slip away from his arm. He stops, turns around and offers his hand, Narse takes it. Maybe there is a heart there after all, or maybe he is just playing up the chivalry angle and trying to make the kangaroo self-conscious about dressing up as a girly slut. Either way he is now thinking about the panties riding up his ass again, obviously to the mechanised marvels surrounding them both. He only focuses on his environment again when he hears a new voice, not belonging to anyone he has met before."I don't know how you keep finding them." He sounds strong, that is the first thing Narse thinks of, though not quite as deep as Chrysanthos' voice is.Looking up the kangaroo can see he has been led to a relatively walled off area of the hangar; walled off with flying machines that is. The metal floor looks grungy, with oil tarnishing its surface and the signs of rust between rivets along the floor and the wall to his far left. Those words just now though, they must have come from the guy in similar attire to Chrysanthos and leaning his back against one of the hulking aeroplane's fuselage. As Chrysanthos, and thus Narse attached to his side, get nearer Narse can make out more of the other individual. He is taller than the killer whale, though not anywhere near as thickset. He can also now see that it is now his back against the fuselage, but the backs of two great wings. Indeed it is not clear to the marsupial that this must be a dragon, as few in numbers though they are, he can not remember the last time he saw one of their kind."There are ways and people. You'd know that if you invest the time finding them."
Chrysanthos' tone is different with the dragon than they were the dog from earlier. Narse surmises they must be genuine friends, or at least have enough respect for one another that they might even...Oh no. Narsassus has just worked out what he is doing here."So..." The dragon begins to say as he steps out from underneath the fuselage and into the light. His skin is a scaly silver with an exotic leopard pattern, his visage distracts and almost causes Narse to miss his next words. "Which end do I get?"***Liminal ExcessesNarse is pushed into the dragon and his face falls softly against the large man's naked abdominals. The kangaroo's hands land further up, fingers brushing over the contours and valley's of the pectorals rising over the tips of his ears. Is he drooling? He probably is a little, but then again there is more than just his lips that are salivating. Once more he is reminded of the panties clinging tight around his waist, their restrictive presence becoming a nuisance around his growing arousal. But relief comes as he next he feels those large hands which belong to the orca gripping his behind and pulling, teasingly slow as if carefully unwrapping his own present.There it is. Narse can feel the hot breath beat down on his now bare buttocks from the mouth of the chromatic cetacean. Chrysanthos' strong, thick fingers run up along the back of the marsupial's furry thighs making him shiver. Travelling all the way up they wrap around his rear cheeks and squeeze them whilst massaging them outwards to a taut position. He looks around over his shoulder to see a single fin rising up over the small of his back as the orca busies himself with what lies behind. A tap and then a more pleasant stroking of his long ears drags Narse's attention away from what is behind and to what is in front of him."Maybe I should loosen this up," the dragon says whilst undoing the black belt to his pants. The kangaroo nods as his paws clasp around the fabric pulling them down.From out of the tall man's uniform springs forth an obsidian organ of intimidating length and thickness. Narse swallows, choking back on a gasp as he can already smell the masculine scent from the dragon rise up in the air. He can tell that the orca's friend must have been waiting for this as his draconic member is already throbbing with energy. He runs his fingers over it. It throbs
eagerly. The organ continues to rise, now drooling a heady pre as it bobs against the dragon's abdomen and the tip rises to his chest. The generously sized endowment must be some two feet in length and on a convenient face level with the kangaroo. Narse nuzzles into it, his paws now running up and down, lightly caressing the beast. A soft rumble comes from Iscin as he strokes the kangaroo's head with one hand. His hands continuing running down until he is cupping the dragon's jewels, heavy and still half sitting in his uniform pants.Just as the kangaroo squeezes these hefty orbs he feels a broad lick swipe clear over his sphincter. He shudders, his tail thrashing a little and hitting Chrysanthos' back with a light pat. It is wholly unfair in the manner by which the cetacean now begins to eat his kangaroo pleasure out, whilst the dragon still demands some attention to be lavished upon his increasingly irritated erection. Despite begin locked in a state of arousal he does just as is expected of him. He starts by using kisses, sweet and brief along the underside of the dragon's length, it amuses him to feel the strange ridges along the phallic organ. Next he starts to use long, lavishing licks up and down, sideways and more cheeky ones over the head where the slit lies; in this way he starts to appreciate just how much heat radiates from it, along with getting his first taste of the dragon's juices and their esoteric texture and taste.Both powerful men are only too happy to let the kangaroo get used to this; Chrysanos working on loosening and lubricating his tailhole, whilst Iscin allows him get used to a dragon's size and exotic anatomy. Of course Narse would like to roam the rest of the reptile's expansive body, but he is there to do what they want, not the other way around. Having spent the last couple minutes licking and squeezing different parts of the dragon's erection, he now moves on to the main course. In order to get a proper angle with his mouth, Narse has to stand up dead straight. As he moves into this vantage point he can feel the orca's hands and tongue fall away from his moist rear end.The heat and scent of the dragon's shaft rises up, burning up through the marsupial's sinuses. His mouth is already watering as he opens up, as wide as he possibly can until he can feel the strain in his jaw's ligaments. A silent pause, he can feel the drake's eyes watching him. He angles down, lips touching the pointed head of the obsidian sceptre. The first he notices is the taste as pre spreads upon his tastebuds. It is stronger when direct from the source as opposed to running down the length, hot and spicy and inviting to drink from it. Narse keeps taking more of the dragon inside of his mouth,
all the while using the greatest of care. Having said that his jaw is being stretched out even further as the fore of the dragon's cock presses against the flat of his tongue at the roof of his mouth. Eyes scrunching up, tears began to form at the cusps of the kangaroo's ducts.Not remiss to use only half of his talents, the kangaroo holds the dragon's spheres with both paws. They are heavy and his fingers and thumb are unable to fully encompass even half of either teste. Narse can feel their contents roll and crash from the inside. All of a sudden he is suddenly reminded that there is another who wishes to partake of his amicable self. A gentle poke is quickly followed by the boisterous pressure of the orca whale's generously sized endowment pressing into the kangaroo's brown softly furred ass. At this point he might squeal like a girl if not for the other phallic instrument stuffing his face full. Chrysanthos gets a firm grip around the kangaroo's hips and with a firm thrust forces the head of his organ past Narse's tight sphincter.To say that this is all very taxing on him is an understatement. His body shakes and quivers as it fights the intruder to his tailhole, tightening and clenching up around him. But he is already lubed up and the orca is more than strong enough to barrage past these resistances that are all just part of the fun. He can hear Chrysanthos moan from behind him, a low and hearty sound as he breathes heavily through his blowhole. Narse tries to focus up on the dragon, all the whilst grimacing through the steady stuffing of his rear end. Moving his left paw away from the dragon's pendulous loins he runs it along the left side of the throbbing shaft. He can feel said throbbing quicken underneath his left hand's touch and he has to start swallowing down a steady flow of pre-ejaculate."The 'girl' has a good mouth." Iscin says as he strokes Narse's ears back and then pushes him down even further. He wonder just how much the marsupial can take before he has to pull up for air."Yeah 'she' does, but you'll have to try 'her' cute little tush later." Chrysanthos replies as thrusts upwards, lifting the poor kangaroo off the floor. This leverages his body and Narse finds himself being impaled from either end. His body changes to a slanted though increasingly horizontal position as he pulls the dragon's dick down with him so that instead of lifting up against his torso it juts out from his crotch.With their prey caught between them, both large men feed as much of their endowments into the kangaroo as possible. Narse's
body is shaking, his knees weak and his tail twitching above his back. His face is stained with tears, his buttocks and the back of his thighs slick with pre that drools out from his taut hole. At long last the dragon pulls back, the head of his salivating leviathan pausing on his lips allowing Narse to take in fresh air through his nose. Chrysanthos thrusts again, Narse groans over the dragon's meat and is soon forced to start swallowing it down again. As Iscin re-sheathes himself inside the roo's hungry maw, the orca grinds snugly inside before beginning to pull back out.It is unlike any other sexual encounter Narse has had up until this point in his life. He feels his body banging lift up from behind. The powerful orca had been crouching a little to get on level, but now stands straight as his hips rock this way and that. Narse can feel his paws lift off from the ground as his poor butt is impaled down on the huge cetacean. It is utterly unreal as he is suspended off the ground whilst being fucked from either end by these two godly men. He feels small, frail and like the whorish boy he is being used by those larger and more powerful than him. The massive turn on this generates inside of his fetishistic mind are simple too much. Narse's whole body tenses up, his loins rising as his fingers dig in to whatever scaly flesh he is latched on to now. Even Chrysanthos notices as he feels the marsupial's sphincter up tighten up unevenly and his fur stand up. With a soft moan, muffled by the cock still buried past his lips the kangaroo spills his seed onto the floor below."Well, well, well." An admonishing tone comes from the dragon. "Looks like our guest could not contain himself.""Then we had better make up for lost time." Chrysanthos replies with a lecherous smirk and drives into Narsassus once more.Frenetic fucking both ends resumes with an energy that Narse is unable to gauge nor match. Already feeling depleted from his orgasm, the kangaroo does his best to just stay tight and true for the two horny men. Almost horizontal and serving as a link between both mens' pelvises he is pulled this way and that. With an almost unconscious thought he uses his rudder like tail to coil around the orca's torso, trying to stabilise himself from spinning over during this spit-roasting. His jaw aches, his ass cheeks are sore and it comes as no small relief as the sounds of the dragon and whale show the telltale signs of the penultimate stage of their journey.No words, no requests, just an explosion, well two actually. Narse can feel and hear the
first torrent in his skull. Those scaly balls come up, slapping underneath his chin. Only now does the kangaroo realise he has been fiddling around with the dragon's own tailhole, inserting a digit or three. The organ swells, expanding with a fat knot at the end that rises up over his nose. He focuses on it, goes cross-eyed. Now the crescendo comes, a flood that circumvents his teeth and tongue, going all the way down to burst out from the head of the dragon's erection and feeding directly down Narse's gullet. He swallows, hard and generously. Glug, glug, glug. It is too much and comes back up, squeezing past the phallus and spreading its taste on his tongue. Narse taps the dragon's thigh with his free hand and Iscin relents by pulling out.His face is drenched, but he grabs the bull by the horns, or in this case the dragon by the dick. He is still coming, more and more semen jetting out and pouring over his face and chest. More energetic spurts arc over his back and wet other parts of his fur. His head is ringing and he realises it is because of the roar still bellowing out from the drake's own mouth. It is as if everything about the reptile is trying to overpower his senses, from taste and touch to sound and scent. Narse feels dizzy and for a moment he thinks he is about to pass out. But just now he feels the orca's own set of bursting oranges collide into the back of his thighs. He is crammed tightly from the rear and another dam bursts as copious amounts of the cetacean's cum is forcibly introduced to his colon. More and more of it empties from the orca's spacious balls as he holds tightly around the kangaroo, almost squeezing the air out of his lungs. Narse can also feel the beat of the excited cetacean's fluke slapping into the ground as he breeds the furry bundle.After what feels like an era wrapped up in an instant of gratifying release, Narse is happy to find the dragon's ridiculous outpouring slowly stem and the orca's own ejaculation slow just as he is starting to make the marsupial feel sick from the pressure. Chrysanthos pulls out and all of a sudden the falls back down to the ground, his large feet barely getting time to steady. He shudders as a waterfall of viscous rolls down the back of his legs and to the cool floor below, warming it as it seeps out. Narse shivers, his senses on fire as he feels the warm feeling of the orca's produce leave his body and then spread across his legs and feet. It is all he can do it gently knead the dragon's softening length, licking over its wet head drawing off increasingly smaller drops.So ends the first of what Narse hopes will be many such R&R sessions with the two well dressed and well endowed men. Though he is blissfully unaware, a fourth
party has been observing, and taking a record of the proceedings here. A singular black and white magpie, concealed in one of the darker corners of the hangar bay. He snaps his recording device closed and slinks off, thinking about plans the marsupial's future.