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--1

Ricky was huffing in healthy exertion, dragging a murderous-looking beast by the hind legs. Its bulk caught on what seemed to be every single tangle of weeds and prairie grass. The weeks spent stalking and luring this beast had worn heavily on Ricky and his patience was thin. When the beast snagged one more time on foliage, he grunted and kicked its ugly scaled face with a hoof, caused the slack tongue to flop out and the dead eyes to roll. He drew his sword and looked around the beast for something distinctive that all of the peasants must have seen, but there was nothing he could slash off as proof of the kill. He resigned himself to having to lug the dead dragon.

At the village border a party gathered and they congratulated and thanked Ricky in equal amounts. More importantly to him, they took over and dragged the slain beast into their village themselves. Good riddance, thought Ricky as he watched them go. Like savages, they got straight to quartering the beast.

Ricky shoved open the tavern doors and became the point of every gaze sober enough to care. A stallion of pure muscle standing eight-foot-six and colored black from head to hooves. His dark hair hung dirty but dashing over the scuffed shoulder plates of his leather armor, a carefully-groomed tuft hung from the edge of his chin and maroon eyes never seen completely open pierced the soul with a tiny crescent marking between them. Handsome looks and rugged vocation aside, Ricky was no simple stallion and the dark horn erupting from his forehead denoted him as a unicorn.

He clomped forward on dirty, tough hooves to the bar proper and nodded to the tavern's owner, an old and grayed fox. Despite milky cataracts, he met Ricky's gaze without squinting or blinking. "Well, boy?"

Used to respect and fear thanks to his size, Ricky had found the fox's crotchety attitude funny weeks ago when the hunt had first been offered to him and the attitude amused him again. "Mhm. So where's the payment?"

"Mercenaries," the fox scoffed. "Nothing merciful about what you do, why," he started to say, but a deadpan glare from Ricky stopped him. He reached under the bar, came back with a clinking sack of gold ingots and raw gems.

Ricky unabashedly opened the sack and rifled through it, sluiced the money through his fingers like one might appraise a sack of grain. The amount of loot was small but each piece was quite valuable. "Good day to you," he curtly said with a grin and a popped eyebrow.

A foul smell now beset the air outside as the peasants gutted the beast. There was a use for every part of a dragon, from the tip of the tongue to the last scale but Ricky found it quicker and easier to simply kill the things for bounties than to personally butcher and part them out. The idea of spending so much time on the market for mythical beasts was understandably disturbing to him.

Ricky knew that this dragon he had brought in was a young thing and he did nothing to warn them that its mother would no doubt rampage against the village and create more work for him. In the interim he was only happy to leave the smelly village behind.

--2

Ricky's existence centered around freedom. His renown spanned the kingdom but the open world called to him. Wanderlust was the reason he cited, but it was only part of the truth. He had an interest in men and that his his gay proclivities had not attracted trouble yet was something he attributed to care. Furtive anal sex in the dead of the night, romps with young male prostitutes in seedy brothels and his fantastic species were all kept quiet both thanks to bribes and a mutual fear of being ratted out. However Ricky didn't mind the fly-by-night sex. It didn't define him, instead meshed perfectly with his urge to explore.

Ricky thought of spending some of his money tonight. Night was fast coming and he could have done with a hot meal, a hot boy and a soft bed in that order.

For a few hundred feet Ricky walked uphill, the grade gentle enough that it took little effort to scale. Ruts in the path from cart wheels left relief in the dirt, signs of frequent activity. Ricky cresting the hill now, walking along its flat plateau, prairie grass whispering all around him in the night breeze. Far on the horizon loomed a dormant volcano which blocked what light the setting sun still cast. Evenings like these were ideal for a traveler and Ricky considered sleeping under the stars, rubbing one out, eating what he could hunt.

Far on the horizon and beyond the volcano - though he thought of it only as a mountain - he saw an ugly-looking front of clouds. In the same glance he saw he saw dimly-lit windows beyond the trees. With a storm coming and a town in walking distance he shelved his plans to sleep outside. Unlike the village he had left earlier in the day, this town had a clearly-defined limit and he passed between stone pillars while night guards in stuffy armor watched and eyeballed his horn. Ricky knew what they were looking at but paid them no mind beyond curt, polite greetings.

Ash Foot read a sign carved from rich wood and illuminated by a torch a few feet in front of it. Ricky thought it was a queer name for a town.

The unicorn found the inn after a few queries. He wasn't surprised that as he asked around everybody ogled his horn. To some it was loot, to others an interesting curiosity. His size kept him safe.

Ricky opened the door to the inn and stepped through into a cozy foyer. Behind the counter sat a quiet older woman with black and white fur and a big brush of a tail - a skunk. She looked up from an old book to acknowledge Ricky as soon as he entered. If she noticed his horn she was polite enough not to stare at it and instead met his eyes. There was an expectant look on her old but handsome face when she said, "You must be here because of the bounty."

Room was made for intrigue on Ricky's mind and it pushed away tiredness for a time longer. "I might be," he said warily. He was no stranger to bargaining and neither was he a fool who looked before he leaped.

The skunk put her paws on the counter, palms flat and fingers splayed. "I hope that you are. I've heard the tales and seen villages razed," she sighed. Ricky had an idea where this was going and he smiled so tightly as to appear stoic. "We have a dragon up on Ash Foot Peak," she said and nodded the appropriate direction.

A lull in the conversation cued Ricky's move. If the skunk was expecting a valiant fool to offer his services free of charge, how mistaken she was. Heavy hands braced on his hips, he asked, "And how much is this dragon worth to Ash Foot?"

She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and peered at Ricky. Even in the warm glow of the candles her irises were icy blue. "We've all put something towards the cost of hiring a hunter. It's a considerable fortune in gold and gems, and free use of whatever you like from our town." With the money out of the way her features softened and her voice took on candor. "It hasn't harmed any among us but we have lost a lamb. It's a matter of time before the disappearances begin..."

"You want a dragon slain and you offer a reward, but is there any advance?" Coyness lit up his savvy, handsome features. One eyebrow rose higher than its counterpart.

The skunk recoiled, huffed and let her mind briskly wander. Ricky's musk and handsome appearance occurred to her but she pushed away lewd thoughts in a hurry. "What sort of an advance?" Her slightly rising inflection showed blunt wariness and perhaps a contemptuous mask to hide her interest in this dashing wanderer.

Women were rarely Ricky's taste and always the age of a peer when he did cave in to the fairer sex, but he noticed her ample breasts and breeder's hips. The dusty dress did her no justice though he could see her naked body in his mind easily. Lewd thoughts flashed through his brain now and his cock stirred like a tired beast but ultimately went back to sleep. "Only a room," he said after a notable pause, punctuated his words with a toothy grin.

"If you wish," the skunk said with relief and maybe disappointment. From an elegantly carved board of hooks on the rear wall she took a key, seemingly at random. The unicorn took the key and said nothing, merely nodded and walked up the stairs.

--3

The key was embossed with a number and opened its appropriate room. As any inn was apt to be, this place was quaint and quiet, scented of the wood from which it was built. He shut the door behind himself, left the lock alone, dropped the key on the table. Next the satchel of loot joined it. His sword and armor he lay in a heap on the floor but out of the way, and this undress left him in just his trousers and a sweat-stained shirt of yellowing linen.

Made comfortable, Ricky picked up the single lit candle and carried it around to ignite others placed around the room. A candelabra on the table provided the greatest illumination. With the dwelling lit he examined his surroundings and found the room threadbare. Two chairs by the table, a bed in the corner and nothing more. He likened it to prison cells he had seen but fortunately never slept in.

Ricky had hoped at least for a few books for he had none of his own. His sword was already honed and his armor was intact. The unicorn peered out the window, saw the tall billowing clouds in which lightning danced and arced. I won't be sleeping in that, at least, the hunter thought.

Despite his fortune to have a warm, dry room to sleep in Ricky was anxious. Too excited about his next hunt to sleep, too tired to explore the town. Previously he would have masturbated to pass the time but now the pretty old skunk was on his mind, plaguing his fantasies; a stallion's lust, a force which bordered on unstoppable.

Tentative rumbles of thunder shook the inn and rattled its dusty windows. Ricky stepped over to his single window again, peered out at the clouds. They loomed closer now, their flashes illuminating the earth. "Hmmm." A pensive sound as he stroked the tiny strap of hair on his chin.

A knock at the door distracted his appreciation for the weather. Old mother skunk come to fetch what ails her, Ricky thought with the coyest of smirks. Body facing the window and head turned to the door, "It isn't locked."

The skunk who entered bore astonishing resemblance to the owner, albeit she looked twenty years younger. Against her belly was a tray, on it a bowl of steaming stew and a hard crust of bread. The food was of interest to Ricky, the girl even more so with her slim lines, thick hips and plump breasts. The grin that spread over his face coincided with a particularly nasty snap of thunder and flash of lightning. She flinched while she set down the tray. Ricky didn't budge.

"Hello," Ricky crooned. The shock of his tail swished playfully. He wasn't sporting an erection, but it was only a matter of time.

The skunk had noticed Ricky from the moment she entered. Unencumbered now she looked him over, took in his battle-chiseled muscles and potent equine musk. Her eyelids fluttered and her cheeks flushed beneath snowy white fur. "Oh... Hello," she parroted, then clasped her paws under her apron.

Ricky walked to her and the floor shook. The girl thought it was the thunder at first. "Brought me something hot, have you?" said the unicorn as he shut the door and set the lock.

A fraction of a smile creased the skunk's lip and promised Ricky that she got the innuendo, but her reply was sweetly spoken: "I have, sir."

"You need not call me sir," Ricky was quick to say. "I left the knighthood long ago. Honor never much mattered to me," he grinned.

"So you're a dishonorable man," the girl said, smiled wanly. With a snide tone that suggested a rift with her mother, "Did you lie for this room then?"

An apologetic smile from Ricky. "I didn't, though you can think so if you want." He stepped closer, shuffled his hooves in lieu of steps. His height over her was enormous, fortunately for him the inn was accommodating to stallions.

Ricky saw a playful, promising spark in her eyes and thought it might lead to her making the first move but he was much too lustful and impatient for that. One scarred hand cupped a hip, its twin cupped a breast. When she crooned and pushed her breast into his palm he knew he had her.

What soft moans and lewd growls the pair made were soon washed out by the onset of rain and the angry, constant thunder. There was no better cover of sound to bang the innkeeper's daughter. She did away with her apron herself and Ricky helped her with the ratty wench dress. Its patched and stained fabric did her no favors and only censored a dynamite body which, when revealed, made Ricky salivate. Naked breasts now and the promise of a pink slit between thick thighs, no cumbersome underwear or least of all chastity wear to contend with. It struck the unicorn that this girl likely fucked whatever patrons caught her eye. Spending regular time with whores gave him no room to talk.

Ricky didn't pause to tell her she was beautiful, the notion implicit with the massive bulge of his erection. It was this which the skunk girl busied herself with. In her soft paws she squeezed upon it, kneaded and groped the outline of its blunt tip and thus helped along Ricky's arousal and her own. Her nipples were stiff and pert, her pussy wet. Ricky himself tossed his head back and snorted, the feral sound of pleasure for any horse.

"I've never laid with a stallion," she admitted, and in saying so admitted far more than just that.

Ricky grinned, tilted his head down, speared her with sultry eyes. "That changes tonight," he flatly stated. He reached down to his fly and the skunk's paws politely retreated. Those pretty blue eyes of hers snapped down, glued themselves to Ricky's crotch when he pulled the strings of his fly apart. Even then his cock held the material taut. With one hand he reached in and clutched his meat while the other negotiated the trousers down. Soon his long, black equine meat was bared to the warm air. Its tip dribbled with viscous pre and the entire shaft twitched with every beat of his heart.

Slack-jawed and blushing was the skunk girl. Automatically she grasped the great dark meat and palmed it, shivered at the feeling of it in her mitts. Her dry fur dragged along the flesh, made Ricky shudder and lash his tail. So enthralled by the unicorn's penis, she didn't even flinch when the thunder shook the timbers. She licked her lips, gazed up at the hunter's droll face while she worshiped his penis. "Have me, traveler," she spoke to him. In the din of the rain her words were only a whisper but Ricky heard them clearly and hoisted the girl up at once.

On the bed he lay her, but only as a matter of convenience. Her back on the dusty mattress, she stared up at him and kept her long legs apart. Her sweet young muff glistened with dew and a hint of pink could be seen between its white-furred lips. It made Ricky grin, as most things pertaining to sex did. He would have loved to bury his tongue in this girl's snatch to see how hard he could make her squirt, but he considered it prudent to get her back to work lest mother interrupt.

The unicorn slapped his black cock against the skunk's waiting cunt, grasped her parted legs by the ankles and held them high. He ground dry against her pussy, spread its lips around the underside of his cock. Just his smooth cock flesh alone rubbing on her pink was enough to make her croon though the subtle ring of flesh that was a hallmark of all equine penises caught against her clit every time and shook out some especially graphic moans. If not for the violent storm she might have been heard by the whole inn.

She reached down, grasped the blunt tip, palmed and squeezed it. Unintentionally she coaxed it to flare and this surprise made her blush and explore more intently. To oblige the girl Ricky stopped at the apex of a grind and let her touch all she liked. Meanwhile he grinned, licked his teeth and lips.

"Oh, it's... It's big," the skunk blurted out with blushing cheeks. She squeezed the flare, made it squirt slippery pre which made it all the way to her naked, round tits. Although she said nothing more, her actions let Ricky know what had to come next, for rather than continue to play with his equine meat she clasped her paws beneath her breasts and looked at him with pleading eyes.

A lick of his lips and a swish of his tail accompanied Ricky repositioning his hips and parking his swollen flare at the skunk's pussylips. He had no doubt in his mind that she had been deflowered years ago yet he still doubted if she could handle a stallion off the line. When he started to enter her, felt her slick velvet walls tense but stretch with ease, he considered himself proved wrong. Ricky grinning now, entering the crooning and arching chambermaid with more vigor. Medial ring passing into her, parting her open a tiny bit more, coaxing the cutest of squeaks from her. So quickly he felt her pussy bottom out, heard her shudder, gasp and utter an encouragement to keep pushing. Not one to question a lady, Ricky kept grinding in. Young, pink pussy stretched around his invading cock and his flare bullied against the impassable wall of her cervix yet she did not scream to him, only grimaced and shuddered. Ricky now questioned whether or not stallions were new to her.

Even as accommodating as the skunk was, the full length of Ricky's meat simply wouldn't fit. They both had to settle for three-quarters, but that much was more than enough. He unhanded her legs and leaned over her, nipped her chin, found his snout and horn reverently, albeit shakily petted. Little huffs from his maw and nostrils blew down her fur when he started to give her the rutting she needed. Great wads of pre shot into her and kept her pussy absolutely saturated. Ricky's meat only glided along her snug pink flesh and never dragged.

In the throes of a fuck Ricky was never one to talk much and chose only to grunt and huff. This lay was no exception and the skunk was no different though she squealed and gasped in sharp contrast to his noises. The storm drowned out all but the most shrill of her squeals and Ricky's guttural grunts were lost in the thunder. The slap of the bed's frame against the wall was another story and the skunk knew for a fact that the rooms on either side had been booked but she dared not say a word to interrupt this wonderful fuck.

If not for the sheets of rain the lewd squelches in the skunk's cunt would have been apparent though Ricky wouldn't have noticed them anyway and had even tuned out the rain. He didn't even notice her great tits as they bounced and jiggled, their pert nipples ever poking through the dense fur to beg for a tweak or a suckle, both pleasures Ricky was too preoccupied to deliver.

What the fuck lacked in longevity was made up for in raw energy. Ricky's balls were already drawing up and his muscles had begun to tighten for that sweet release. The skunk didn't seem to be much further off, though in all her cries Ricky wondered if she hadn't squirted already. For his skill and attentiveness as a hunter, he devolved to a one-track mind when he was getting his rocks off.

Ricky's huffs, snarls and snorts were constant and raw against the skunk's neck. She still pawed at his snout but now she raked with blunt claws and squeezed on clusters and cords of muscle where she found them. Ricky's cock was throbbing almost to a painful degree, its matte flesh by now tracked with engorged veins. His furless and formerly low-hanging ballsack had since pulled up taut to his hot loins into nearly a coinpurse. Sweet release was mere seconds off but the skunk just beat him to it. As she came she clamped her muzzle shut with a paw, a muscle memory to keep quiet when she fucked the other patrons. Had Ricky not been about to dump his nuts into the girl, he might have caught that.

Suddenly the stallion buried his cock as deep as it would go, better than three-quarters now that he'd reamed the girl. He bit his lip and grimaced, shot his wad in a quintet of sloppy ropes which flooded the skunk's womb, overstuffed her, made her snatch leak even around the capable plug of Ricky's flare. Afterglow taking hold mere moments later, Ricky noticeably relaxed but stayed put as he was over the skunk. Huffing, growling, thick chest rumbling to rival the thunder outside, the skunk crooning and petting through his hair. Now she kissed him on the nose and wasn't startled when his nostrils flared for a quick snort.

With no need or hope to impregnate such a creature Ricky pulled back, dislodged his thick flare with a bit of effort. Though the girl winced, she didn't cry. A torrent of semen followed his exit, much to his amusement.

"I'd think you need to get back to your rounds now," Ricky said with a coy smile. He took the girl by the paw and helped her to sit up.

After a moment to collect herself and to enjoy her afterglow, the skunk picked herself up, stood and walked with surprising grace. Never laid with a stallion, my broken-off horn, Ricky thought with a grin behind her back.

Their romp concluded, the skunk dressed quickly and made no mention of the recent act. "I hope your supper isn't too cold," she said sheepishly.

Reminded of the food, Ricky grinned and pulled out the chair. One hunger was satisfied and now it was time for the other. "Don't worry," the stallion said, "we didn't take very long." He winked to her and she grinned in return. Just as he took the first warm spoonful, she kissed his cheek and left silently.

Not long after he ate, Ricky snuffed the candles, peered out the window at the raging storm, caught sight of Ash Foot Peak in the flashes. Having gotten such tight pussy had him bolstered enough that he could have trudged out even now in the dead of night with a storm most violent bearing down, but he took the wiser choice and slipped into the bed. Within minutes he was asleep.

--4

Some time during the night Ricky had dragged the blanket up over himself but only in the laziest of attempts. It lay sloppily over his body, tented by the pillar of his morning wood. A stain of pre darkened the blanket where his flare held it up.

Reddish pink rays of the early morning sun streamed through the window and cast an oblong on his snoozing body. Inch by inch the light crept up his body over the minutes. Finally the light hit his eyelids and stirred him.

Ricky was quick to rise. He gave his cock no attention while he did his typical early-morning grooming and dressed afterward once his erection had waned on its own. It occurred to him that the innkeeper's daughter might have helped him with that had he gone and found her but his mind was more focused on his job now.

The unicorn left his room dressed and armed, all of his possessions on his person. As he left he saw that the older skunk outright refused him eye contact and she was blushing. Ricky chuckled sheepishly, dropped his key on the counter and left.

Ash Foot's dormant volcano could be reached from a small path carved in the trees which branched off of the main road of commerce from the north gate. Ricky had learned of it after asking a few of the locals, some of whom asked if he was the hunter who had been hired. He left Ash Foot with their wishes and prayers on his shoulders. None stared at his horn when they learned he would be saving them.

That the path had not been used in some time was immediately apparent to Ricky. Despite the logging the grass and weeds were almost as tall as he was. For the most part he trudged through the growth, luckily picking up no pests along the way. When he felt like it he swung his sword, cleaved saplings out of the way. Bushwhacking was such a monotony that he soon went back to merely trudging through.

At the base of the volcano now, Ricky's hooves sinking into muddy earth. These grounds had not known ash or magma in hundreds of years and so seemed to be made only of dirt and dead foliage. That Ricky still thought of it as only a mountain spoke well of its camouflage

Through most of the morning hours Ricky ascended the volcano, climbed craggy rock faces and hurled himself across perilous drops when he came to them. Being so massive, the sheer face of the volcano was not so apparent and over the centuries rain had beaten a great many paths and platforms into it. With these Ricky constantly made his way up with occasional stops to catch his breath or take a few gulps from his canteen.

An hour past noon now and Ash Foot looked a child's collection of dollhouses from such a height. Ricky amused himself on this break, tried to spot the inn he had slept in. Unhelpfully he thought of the young skunk's bouncing tits and had to shoo the memory away. He supposed he could have gotten away with jerking off during his ascent and it might even have been an extra thrill but he thought better of it. Maybe a hero's welcome when I return, he wondered as he set his hoof on a jutting rock, used it to push himself up. Mother and daughter clamoring over me together - heh.

Ricky was muscular and tough but not stupid. When the oxygen began to thin his breaks became more frequent. It seemed like only moments ago that he'd watched the sun rise and now it wasn't far from setting. In his last break while the sun crept closer and closer to the horizon he gazed down and could no longer make out Ash Foot. He couldn't even enjoy the memory of the slutty young chambermaid and her bouncing breasts when it came into his head. The air was not yet dangerously thin but his lucidity did suffer like a light form of drunkenness.

Doing his best with sheer willpower, Ricky made the last push up the mountain, though now he was having doubts as to whether or not he'd find anything. Just as the greatest doubt began to settle in he spied a cave's mouth near the peak, a walked-down and seemingly groomed path leading into it. Hand on the hilt of his sword, Ricky hugged the rock wall and crept into the cave.

--5

Light dwindled outside but the inside of the cave was lit with torches. The smell of sulfur came from a natural but grated vent in the floor. Though this air stung Ricky's nostrils and made him wiggle his nose, it was much richer than the thin mountain air and his highest functions were coming back. Becoming more lucid by the second he gazed around the deserted den, saw tomes both ancient and contemporary in many tongues. Tools for astrology on a crude table glistened in the firelight, made of shiny copper and brass with loving care. In one corner hung a well-butchered lamb, cured with salt. It lacked an offensive smell.

Knowing he'd stumbled into the den of an intellectual rather than a beast, Ricky turned. Standing not a foot behind him with the deadly grace of an assassin was the very dragon he'd been sent to slay, not a four-legged feral beast but bipedal and glaring. Ricky huffed and went for his sword and so did the dragon. It was the latter who got his fingers around the hilt and he decked the unicorn in the cheek with his free fist. Ricky staggered back, blade unsheathing into the drake's mitt.

"What kind of fool enters a dragon's den unannounced?" spoke the drake in gravelly but eloquent tongue. Red eyes glared like rubies down to Ricky.

In do or die moments, Ricky always chose the former. He lunged, dodged a swift horizontal swing that might have gashed his neck. In going low he made use of his momentum and gored into the drake, took the red beast down to the stone. Neither creature made a sound aside from Ricky's small snorts of exertion as he slammed the drake down, climbed over him to straddle and pin. The dragon's free fist flew again, crashed into Ricky's stout jaw for a satisfying but useless punch. Ricky's first instinct was to go after the offending hand but he knew his own sword would be his death if he didn't reclaim it. When he latched onto the drake's wrist with both hands he squeezed hard enough to make the dragon scream and drop the blade.

Being the fighter that he was, Ricky thought that whoever had the sword had the upper hand. The drake was not so single-minded and when his foe went for the blade, he snatched a handful of the unicorn's silky hair, jerked it hard and made the stallion scream. Dirty trick though it was, it worked. He jerked again and put tiny, sparkling tears in the unicorn's eyes on top of a massive, pained grimace. Ricky reached for the sword one more time and got his hand around the hilt but the dragon with greater size and weight pushed the unicorn off and rolled him onto the ground. He knew if he hesitated now the unicorn would kill him. He flipped over fast and brought his knee crashing into Ricky's unprotected loins. The long and pained bray that accompanied Ricky's frantic cupping marked the end of the scrap.

The drake didn't bother with the hunter's sword though he didn't consider the stallion to be harmless. He maintained his distance and kept his eyes on the hunter. "Warrior's folly to rely on that clumsy sword. Had you had a dagger you might have bested me."

Ricky was yet grimacing and shuddering. His ego hurt as much as his crotch did. He pulled himself up to sit and hugged his gut, felt the dreaded abdominal pain that went with a low blow. "Or had you not fought like such a coward," he spat, still fighting back the involuntary tears.

A smirk on the dragon's craggy lips. "It worked, did it not?"

Ricky huffed. "Hurry up, dragon," said with a defiant look in the beast's red eyes. He was startled and offended when those very eyes rolled.

"Honorable death, another folly of the warrior. I've never killed and have no desire to. When you're no longer crying about your bruised groin you'll leave unharmed."

The stallion scooted back on the smooth rock floor, pressed his back against the wall and still held onto his crotch. With deep breaths and time the pain began to fade and his voice lost much of its strain. "You've never killed?"

"No."

"And yet here I am, trying to kill you for that village down there," Ricky mumbled more to himself than to the drake.

"No doubt because I took one sickly lamb," said the dragon as he peered at the butchered corpse. "I overheard the villagers planning to kill it off anyway. As I see it I saved them some hassle." He glanced back at Ricky, dull smile on his short snout. "My reward? A beast-hunting unicorn."

Ricky grinned at that. He still felt twinges of pain in his loins but he stood up and straightened out. "I've never met a dragon who could speak, or one who walks on two legs..."

"Not all dragons can," the drake answered. He lashed his long, smooth and tapered tail, thudded it against the cave floor. "There was a time when we could all speak. Remarkable intelligence and peaceful co-existence with creatures like yourself." He folded his arms across his sturdy chest, muscles rivaling Ricky's herculean build. He looked forlornly nowhere in particular. "Then someone decided that dragons are better used like livestock. Use our brains to tan our hides." He chuckled humorlessly, gazed somewhat sadly at Ricky.

Stricken with guilt, Ricky turned away, stayed against the cave wall. "I'm sorry. I... Really had no idea."

"Oh," the drake huffed, "feral dragons alive today are little more than beasts. I'll concede to the fact that many are just territorial killing machines." He took a few steps toward Ricky, his body language docile. "You're the first contact I've had in a decade with another creature, dragon or otherwise. Could I know your name?"

Face soft and eyes half-lidded, Ricky told the dragon his name and the dragon chuckled.

"Simple name for a unicorn." He smiled thinly at Ricky and his tail swished back and forth, making an S out of itself a few times. "I was never given a name outside of dragon tongue. Truthfully, in this body, I'm not equipped to speak it - I can only read it. The name I chose for myself among your kind is Xavier."

"Xavier, huh," Ricky snorted. He grinned challengingly and looked the affable dragon over since they weren't locked in combat. Xavier's form was a few inches taller than Ricky, the measurement not accounting for the drake's tall black horns which jutted like spikes from his crown. He featured no wings but made up for this with raw musculature, a divine body chiseled over a lifetime of hard isolation. Dominantly his hide was a fresh magma color with a shade of tan for the insides of his extremities and snout. A gay-leaning man like Ricky would have been foolish not to notice the dragon's crotch which featured an endowment as fantastic as his musculature. Balls dressed in tan hide hung low mere inches above his knees, their plumpness nearly that of grapefruits. His penis hung freely, pink in shade, uncircumcised and every bit of sixteen inches flaccid. Naturally his endowment was inferior to that of Ricky the stallion, but given the sizes involved to begin with, this meant nothing.

Xavier was a fiercely intelligent and perceptive creature and he knew that Ricky's eyes were roaming. He was smiling coyly when he pouted out his chest and asked, "Doesn't your society frown on lying with other men?"

Quickly Ricky said, "I don't care what my society thinks." He snapped his moody eyes up from Xavier's crotch to meet his gaze. "I do what I want."

"You seem to want me," Xavier grinned. "Or am I mistaken?"

Why not? "I want you. Yes," Ricky answered, and the drake stepped closer. Ricky allowed himself to be pinned to the cave wall and he found it pleasant to be against Xavier's warm hide. Slowly he wrapped his strong arms around the drake's back and their lips met in a kiss. It seemed some things were universal. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Ask and I shall answer," said Xavier just before he nibbled on Ricky's long muzzle.

"You say I'm the first person you've spoken to in years and yet you fought me off in seconds. You can't practice fighting like that alone."

"I should have made myself clearer - I've been attacked many times. You're just the first to actually strike up words with me," Xavier winked.

Ricky grinned, chuckled. "I'm starting to wonder if I didn't pass out from the thin air..."

"Though I'd say this even if I were a figment of your imagination," Xavier smiled, "I assure you I'm real."

"Suppose I'll have to take your word for it."

"I suppose you will." Xavier reached down, clutched Ricky's hard ass through his trousers. "Clothes are offensive. You have a handsome body. Why cover it?"

Sound logic, Ricky thought. He didn't say anything to agree and instead began to strip down on the spot. Xavier pulled back to permit it and licked over his craggy lips at the sight of the undressing and soon nude unicorn.

"It's been too long since I've laid with another," Xavier growled, pressed his lips to Ricky's. Their maws opened and their tongues met. The drake was obviously pent up and he expressed his desire with dominance. Already his shaft was swelling and already Ricky's had reached its full girth merely from sizing the drake up. Both shafts curved upwards and thus pressed bottom-to-bottom, ground together, made their owners grunt into the kiss. In the frottage Ricky reached down and gripped Xavier's hard rear, molested its pliant, almost fleshy scales and teased his fingers into the crack.

Xavier kept his new friend against the wall. One hand stroked and cupped the side of the unicorn's head. With the other he clutched their members, stroked them slowly and with a bit of difficulty in the tight fit between their bodies. They oozed constantly with slippery pre which slicked Xavier's palm and made the masturbation easier. In all this time their tongues ground and tickled, Xavier's tongue considerably more dexterous than Ricky's while being just as thick.

The unicorn's fingers found Xavier's tail hole, pink and fleshy just as his penis was. Under those strong hunter's fingertips the ring winked, begged to be toyed with. Ricky pushed only the tip of a finger into it dry, made Xavier's tail flag up and his whole body shuddered. Ricky wedged his finger in deeper and found the drake's asshole to be tight and hot. Those properties applied to anyone's tail hole but it had been much too long since Ricky had fucked one. He broke off the kiss, lips wet with Xavier's saliva and his own. To the drake he huffed: "I need more than teasing."

"Likewise," Xavier shivered while he clenched upon Ricky's exiting finger.

--6

After an eager, brief discussion, Ricky dropped to his all-fours on the drake's bed. It was nothing more than a cot of hides and homemade feather-stuffed pillows but it was surprisingly more comfortable than the inn bed had been. Held up high was his dashing black tail, suspended over a muscular ass which Xavier immediately fell in love with.

Ricky looked back in time to see Xavier's naughty grin as the drake descended and buried his snout in the unicorn's ass cheeks. Ricky gasped and grunted, put his head down and his eyes forward. Immediately came hungry, slobbery slurps on Ricky's anal ring, a thick black pucker which demanded to be pleasured.

Xavier was an intimate lover and he lavished his new friend, covered his quivering pucker in hot dragon saliva quickly. All the flesh surrounding it was lapped and teased, too. Ricky's smooth black taint and the back of his balls soon dribbled and glistened with saliva but that winking pucker got the most attention. Xavier gripped the unicorn's hard ass cheeks, kept them parted, forced his tongue past the ring of the pucker. The stallion gasped and arched his back, lashed his tail and bunched up the hides in his fists. Strong, lewd dragon tongue wriggled in deep and it spread pleasure, warmth and slobber wherever it went. Though Ricky undoubtedly got the most pleasure out of the rimming, Xavier was also throbbing and swishing his tail. To taste a handsome man like Ricky after so much unwanted abstinence was catharsis.

Penis drooling pre on the hides, asshole clenching enough to pinch Xavier's tongue, Ricky was well beyond articulate words and instead had only snorts and groans to say though these communicated his lust and pleasure to the drake perfectly. In the interest of savoring the pleasure he didn't masturbate and merely let his cock dribble and throb. He could have taken this skilled rimming for hours and in the same vein Xavier could have given it for hours, but as a dragon who had gone years with no love aside from his hands, he had needs. With grandeur he freed his tongue, slurped it out of Ricky's ass with a wet suckle. For a moment he kept the cheeks parted and admired the slicked pucker. It wasn't gaped even slightly but that would come next.

Xavier grasping his penis in one hand and an ass cheek of Ricky's in the other, now pressing his blunt cocktip to the stallion's moistened asshole. With a little grin flashing across his features, "I hope you're ready."

I do too, Ricky thought. He couldn't find the words and instead gazed back at the drake needfully.

Xavier licked his lips and winked at Ricky. He began to push in and found penetrating the unicorn pleasant. Beneath him Ricky grunted, snorted, gripped tighter than ever at the durable animal hides. The dragon's blunt, pink cockhead spread Ricky painfully and suddenly wide but very soon the horse got over that burst of pain and took only pleasure out of the entry.

Just as Ricky began to coo, so did Xavier while he unhanded his cock and his new friend's rump. More intimately he grasped Ricky's durable hips and held onto them the whole time he sank in. For all of Ricky's tightness, he was easy to enter and Xavier found himself buried to the hilt in but a few moments. Their heavy scrotums pressed neatly together, soft hide against soft flesh.

At the feeling of Xavier's hips flush against him, Ricky crooned, further spread his legs, lowered himself a bit in the process. Now his cock ground against the hides. "Been a long time since I've bottomed," Ricky sighed, though there was no regret in his tone.

Only a chuckle escaped Xavier's lips, and now his hips began to move. A slow pull back gave over to a hard and quick grind inward, setting the tone for their gay loving early on. Softly the dragon huffed and growled as he outright fucked the hunter. Constantly he loosed squirts of pre into the unicorn and thus kept his tight ass well-lubricated for those hard bucks.

Competent at bottoming despite his usual dominance, Ricky crooned and took the fucking in stride. No longer was he grimacing, instead grinning and blushing. His eyes were closed tight, rolled back behind their lids. His black pucker massaged Xavier's big, uncut cock and took pure pleasure from it in its entirety while his own cock saturated the hides in copious equine pre. The smells of masculine bodies grinding and sweating was fast overwhelming even the volcanic stench of sulfur in the small cave.

Soon the drake felt his orgasm coming on. For as long as it had been since he'd buried himself in the warmth of another creature, he thought he was lasting quite well. Ricky might not have agreed, but then the unicorn probably had nothing to compare the experience to. Huffing, leaning over Ricky to whisper fond words into an ear, "Do you want my seed inside of you, or on you?"

The thought of being pumped full of sticky jizz made Ricky grind back into Xavier. "Inside of me," he gasped. "I want all of it inside of me."

A low, sultry coo from Xavier. "Good answer." He didn't bother to straighten out, instead stayed hunkered over Ricky while he ramped up his thrusts. Powerful muscles were put to work bucking and pounding, fucking the unicorn with great vigor now. Their balls slapped together and filled the air with cracks of flesh-on-flesh, the force of these collisions treating them to small twinges of pain, Ricky a bit more so for his recent bruises. These sensations of pain fed their masculine libidos in ways pleasure alone could not and Xavier announced his climax with a feral grunt. Arms wrapped tightly around Ricky, cock pounded in one last time to the absolute bottom, Xavier came with explosive force. He blasted his pent-up and wonderfully hot dragon load deep into the hunter who moaned and shuddered hard. Xavier's mild roar tapered off into a deep, abiding croon of pleasure and now he held Ricky possessively, rivulets of semen escaping the stallion's asshole to dribble down the balls that once housed it.

"Oh, that's so good," Ricky grinned and blushed.

"Mhm," Xavier sighed. "Now... How about your turn?" Quickly he tugged back on his cock and exited the stud with no discomfort for either of them, though a gush of discarded semen did follow the exit not unlike Ricky with the skunk.

Well aware of how messy his ass and the backs of his balls were, Ricky thus felt a kind of piggy delight when he flopped over and laid in the sticky mess of Xavier's seed. Every time he fucked another man there was an element of paranoia, ever looking over his shoulder and cleaning up carefully to avoid being caught. With Xavier and this isolation there was none of that, only the raw thrill of gay sex.

Ricky's enormous, proud penis cast a shadow like the style on a sundial. He gazed at the kneeling Xavier over his flared cockhead and they shared impish grins. "One thing is bothering me," Ricky admitted while Xavier stepped over him, straddled his hard stomach and knelt again.

The dragon notched Ricky's equine cock between his ass cheeks, treated it to a few long grinds against his pucker and his soft hide. Despite his very recent climax (of which the dregs still oozed from his half-flaccid cock onto Ricky's chest) he took great pleasure from this feeling. "And what might that be?" he asked with surprising attentiveness.

Feeling Xavier's hot ass crack and smooth hide distracted Ricky, made him grunt and grab absently at the drake's penis which already began to harden again.

Xavier chuckled. "What's bothering you?" he prodded.

"Well, if I return without proof that I've slayed you, the village won't stop sending hunters. And they won't pay me." He smiled wryly. "Suppose I could tell them I impaled you after we're through."

Xavier laughed, the sound deep and resonant in the cave. A smile on his face, he reassuringly said, "I won't send you back empty-handed." Business concluded, he stood up partway. In concentration, he licked his lips and nose while he held Ricky's cock and guided its great blunt tip to his tail hole. By no means was it an easy stretch, but dragons were naturally durable beasts with high tolerances for pain. As such Xavier pushed down and easily spread his unaccustomed tail hole wide around Ricky's colossal cock. The stallion gasped and arched his back, and his pre squirted heavily into Xavier while the dragon eased himself down. Inch by inch Xavier lowered himself, unhanding Ricky's penis once the ring in the middle passed into him. Slowly, slowly lowering himself, bending his legs, sighing and shivering as hot stallion flesh wedged him wide-open. At last he settled on the unicorn's hips, his own cock fully erect again.

Ricky pleasured Xavier with slow, long strokes and continued to squirt his pre into that clenching rear. A grin was plastered to his face, his enjoyment obvious. "Am I too much for you?"

"Not at all," Xavier sighed and grinned down at Xavier. He even winked. "Know and understand that I never sodomize myself - this is my first time in years."

"I'm honored," Ricky chuckled. With his strokes he bunched up Xavier's foreskin and left all of it lubricated with its own musky pre.

"You should be," Xavier said dryly, and now he started to ride. His movements were ponderous on the horse's cock, his pain negligible despite the size. The speed was more a matter of reacquainting himself with anal sex. In no time at all he was riding Ricky with considerable grace and speed, bouncing up all the way to flare before sitting back down. In all this pleasure he sighed and crooned, his head more level after one orgasm though he didn't doubt that he'd be having a second.

Maybe to match the pace at which Xavier rode him, Ricky jerked the dragon off harder and faster. His grip was so tight that he sometimes turned the drake's cock purple and the squirts of pre became especially heavy with such throttling, but Xavier only ever gasped and grunted in pleasure. It pleased Ricky greatly to know that the dragon could take it as well as he could give it. Soon he played not only with the drake's cock but his huge, heavy balls too. His hands were accustomed to handling massive balls as a matter of personal experience and he expertly fondled and rolled them to give Xavier the most pleasure he could.

Being jerked and fondled didn't alter Xavier's pace one way or the other, though he did huff and growl as he bounced. The pleasure of being reamed by Ricky's enormous stallion cock was indescribable and feeling this kind of pleasure after such a long time was like seeing an old friend. For support now he lay his hands on the unicorn's shoulders and bent his body as he rode that stallion cock. From Ricky's nostrils came a great many snorts, sounds of utter lewdness denoting a nearing release. Nailing the point home, Ricky began to buck up into Xavier. Although this ruined the drake's rhythm, Xavier didn't complain and merely let his bouncing get sloppy and rough. It seemed to be a fitting final lap for their romp.

"Ooh, oh," Ricky huffed and let go of Xavier's aching penis in favor of holding his hips. "Not much longer for me, Xavier..."

The drake grinned. He was physically incapable of blushing but if he could have, he would have. "Good, I want your seed inside of me," spoken with a low hiss. His tail lashed, his cock spat pre onto the stallion's chest and he was completely into his role as the bottom. Lewd noises abounded as he bounced his muscular ass on the unicorn's fat, black cock and his pleasure, though a ways from climax, was stellar.

Ricky grunted under his breath, showed his flat teeth in a grimace. Although he was bucking up into Xavier the brunt of the work was on the red dragon's shoulders, and Xavier was no slouch. Well aware of his friend's impending release, he did what he could to accommodate the stallion and was quite skilled in this regard. His bounces were quicker and subsequently sloppier than ever. Each one brought his ass crashing down into the unicorn's lap and ramrodded that flared cock to incredible depths where it pulsed and spread its pre. Over and over he bounced on the horse like this and he felt no fatigue, only perseverance to see it through to the end. Soon Ricky snorted with the start of his climax and shot his sticky ropes up into the dragon's reamed ass. Xavier grunted and shuddered, bounced even harder but at a more slow and deliberate pace to milk Ricky's cock. Equine seed passed the imperfect seal his asshole made and ran down to coat the stallion's cock and balls. The sticky mess it made was a pleasant problem for the both of them.

Still huffing in orgasm and the onset of his afterglow, Ricky sat up and gripped onto Xavier's drooling cock, jerked it roughly and took its blunt tip past his lips. Hurriedly and hungrily he suckled the hard dragon flesh, gulped down the streamers of pre that shot into his mouth. At the sudden and unexpected cocksucking Xavier gasped, cupped the back of Ricky's head to pet through his locks. He said nothing to the unicorn, spoke no words of playfulness or derision and merely savored the pleasure only an attentive partner could give. Under the ministrations of Ricky's suckling maw and lapping tongue, Xavier's second orgasm came quickly and he shot his potent wad down the horse's throat in a trio of thick ropes. Ricky pulled off before the last spurt came and it splattered across his lips. In the same instant he flopped back, sighed and sprawled against the hides.

--7

At the mouth of the cave was Ricky in full dress. He peered out at the new morning's sun, narrowed his eyes against the glow. Xavier's chin was on his shoulder, arms around his middle.

"I do wish you didn't have to go," cooed Xavier.

Ricky reached up and petted Xavier's rough muzzle, earned a coo from the drake. "Maybe I'll be back," he chuckled. "I have the feeling lambs will still vanish from Ash Foot, hm?"

"Oh, yes," Xavier said quietly. His hands stroked under Ricky's armor, brushed a satchel he'd given the stallion. "And then you'll ascend my mountain in order to," a chuckle, "slay me again." Gently he kissed Ricky's cheek, unhanded the stallion and watched him walk out without looking back. When the unicorn was out of sight he forlornly said, "I hope you'll come back."

--8

Descending was no easier and Ricky reached the Ash Foot inn close to sunset. Unlike before there were a few villagers in the foyer and they regarded him anxiously. The innkeeper still had trouble looking at Ricky but she forced herself to.

With his bruised snout and tired face, Ricky looked convincingly like he'd been to war. He pulled the new satchel off of his hip, held it by its bottom, shook it out on the counter. Teeth and claws which Xavier lost naturally and infinitely grew back clattered onto the counter and the small crowd gasped at the sight.

"Hold it," grunted a particularly crotchety wolf, "why didn't you bring the corpse?"

Ricky stared dully and tiredly at the wolf. "Climbing that mountain is difficult enough with your hands empty. Why don't you go and get it?"

The wolf grunted, grumbled and left. Ricky smirked.

"So... Your payment, then," the skunk said and reached under the counter.

At the top of the stairs was the innkeeper's daughter. She watched as Ricky said, "Forget the money. I'm happy to have done this for you. How about another stay here?"

The innkeeper glared at Ricky but handed him a key while her daughter crept up the stairs and waited. When Ricky walked by she smiled at him, winked, followed him closely.

"Did you slay the dragon?" she asked as he unlocked the door.

Ricky pulled his armor off and got to the rest of his clothes before she even had the door locked again. "I took good care of him," he smiled.