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What an absolutely terrible evening.

Sarkiran was making a lengthy trip across the northern regions of his homeland - a somewhat temperate valley between two north-pointing mountain ranges that seemed to funnel any and all weather into its heavily forested landscape. Mostly, this meant it was either two meters deep in snow, or constantly raining. This time of year, it was constantly raining, but autumn had dawned so it was cold as well.

In his travels, Sarkiran was hopping - one village at a time - to the capitol where he would offer his services to the king. It wasn't a time of war, but he liked being in the good graces of the nobles and would rather be protected come that time or at least kept off the battlefield. If that meant he had to defend the king and his family at home, then he was okay with that. His nation was a peaceful nation, especially in the capitol, but few had the ability of flight or the sharp eyesight Sarkiran had. He knew he would be a valuable asset, so the trip was worth it.

Casting aside his posessions and donating his homestead in the hilly regions of Vesterian, he filled up a rucksack with food and coin, dressed for a lengthy trip, and was off to see the king.

But when you're a golden-scaled dragon with fine hair and impeccable form, travelling down the long and lonesome trade routes in the middle of a storm, you become a target for wandering bandits who mistake you for a noble drake.

Make no mistake, Sarkiran was a respectable drake, and he had the coin needed to sustain himself, but it doesn't matter if you're a knight or a nobleman, when a dozen well-trained bandits ambush you, chances are you're either losing your possessions or your life.

As they circled him, he decided that he would not be losing either, so he stood his ground and drew his sword, preparing for a fight.

Unfortunately for him, they weren't anticipating a fight. They just jumped around him and threw things at him and shot arrows at him that he was able to dodge, distracting him until one of them fell on him from the trees above, slicing the leather straps to his rucksack in one brisk motion before dashing away with all of his possessions, and all his coin.

He tried to make chase, but they were small and fast, and while he likely could have killed each and every one of the lizard-beasts, it wasn't worth it just to get a few hundred gold pieces back. He was about defense and sustainability, not murder. Depressed, and soaked with rain water and mud, he waved them off and continued on his journey, calling out to them that they were collectively lucky that he wasn't the murderous type.

They made off with his coin and food, but he managed to walk away with his dignity and soul.

However, that left him in a very tight spot. As he was traveling, he desperately needed that coin so he could buy himself into an inn or somewhere to sleep for the night. IT was getting dark, he was soaked from horns to the spade tip of his tail that was dragging in the mud, and there's no way he'd be able to sleep in an alley underneath a piece of wood for the night. No, he'd need to convince an innkeep that he could do cleaning or something to earn his place for the night.

It wasn't uncommon for travelers to lose coin, that path he took was notorious for bandits; he should have known better. There wouldn't be any issues.

About an hour later, he finally arrived at a small village. Just one road through the clearing, with dozens of homes and shops on either side. As he looked up the hills, he could see farms on either side, but there couldn't have been more than a few hundred people here. He did notice that there were more shops and businesses along the main road than the small hamlet would need, but when he realized that this was a rather significant stop on a well-traveled trade route, it made sense to him.

He kept walking until he saw an old, wooden building with a swinging sign reading "Inn" on it. He stepped up out of the mud and onto the front deck, raising his snout to the flow of water gushing out the eaves to clean himself of mud before stepping inside.

It it was surprisingly busy. Dozens of patrons all sitting at various tables drinking and eating and chatting. Seems it was too early in the day for them to retreat to their rooms. Either that or this doubled as a restaurant. Either way it was nice to be welcomed yet ignored at the same time. Not a single person lifted their head to look at him, like his arrival was mundane or otherwise ordinary. That' fine, he didn't want to call attention to his imminent begging.

A little disheartened, he weaved his way through the tables and patrons before making his way to the barkeep, a tall hippogryph with rustic feathers with golden tips and emerald green eyes. She was cleaning out a massive mug that was designed to look like a small barrel.

"What can I do for you, O weary traveler?" She asked.

It took him a few moments to really muster up the strength to ask what he needed to, but after a few nervous gulps, he nodded and spit it out. "I need to know if you have any alternative payment methods for a room for the night."

"Oh darlin', not a lot of folks around here looking for drakes. If you was a dragoness, I'm sure you could make yourself enough to last a week, but folks 'round here aren't usually willing to pay for a male, even if you are cute as you are." She looked him up and down and smirked, the sides of her beak curling up as she winked at him. She had a delightful drawl, an accent almost exclusive to the northern regions of the valley.

Flattered but a little frustrated, he shook his head and clarified. "No, not like that, m'lady. I just need to know if you have stables that need cleaning or a strong arm for the apple harvest or something. Anything, really. I got ambushed by bandits on the way in and they managed to make off with my coin. Had a few hundred gold pieces in there as well as some of my personal possessions in there. I just need to know if you need help around of any kind."

She shrugged and clicked her beak at him. "Bandits, huh? Hope you managed to kill a couple'a them before they made off with your stuff. Get people in here all the time askin' the same thing. Sorry darlin', even if we did have any work for you, we're booked up for the next three days, we don't have any rooms."

He ignored the comment about killing the bandits and continued his pursue of shelter from the rain. "What about the lobby? Can I just sleep on a cot there or something? The season hasn't been kind to the trees, and the weather has been dreadful for nearly a week. I can do just about any-"

Sarkiran was cut off mid-sentence by a powerful claw on his shoulder, so he spun around to see who it was trying to get is attention. It was another hippogryph, though this one had redder feathers, a bigger, more powerful beak and black highlights all over his upper body. His lower half was black and white, with massive feathering covering his hooves - no, talons - as well as a kilt covering his unmentionables.

"I've got something in mind for you if you don't mind hiking up the hills to my farm." He offered, nodding with a solemnness that seemed out of place in such a loud common area. "The work won't be glorious, but it'll be enough to get you through the night and help me out. My farm hand recently left on vacation and I could use some help cleaning the stables. Got a bunch of feral drakes and horses."

Sarkiran could feel his horns tingling in excitement at the kindness of this hippogrpyh farmer. "Yes, yes! I would be happy to help if need be! What do you need from me? Lifting hay bales? Cleaning muck from the stables? No problem sir, may the gods smile down from the skies at you!"

"Whoa whoa, partner, don't get too excited. I'm just letting you sleep in the hay loft. Ain't got no room in the house for a stranger. Get some blankets and make a bed out of the hay or somethin' is all I can offer. Don't even need to do much, we can discuss it on the way. Follow." he curled his finger and stepped down from the bar and out the front door with Sarkiran in step behind him.

As soon as the two of them got outside, door gently closing behind them, the overbearing roar of the rain drowned out their voices, forcing them to shout.

"Thank you so much for this!" Sarkiran offered. "And to who do I owe the pleasure?"

The hippogryph smiled. "My name's Ilorek, got a farm up atop the hill over there." He pointed to the same farm house Sarkiran had seen earlier when he first entered the town and escaped the warm colored shroud of the autumn canopy.

"Looks good, Can we talk when we get there? Don't want to keep shouting the whole way!"

Ilorek didn't answer verbally, instead offering another nod before hopping down off the porch to trudge his way through the mud, between two buildings, and through the trail that led to his own homestead.

Getting there didn't take long, perhaps about twenty minutes or so. Once they arrived, Sarkiran marveled at the sheer vastness of the ranch. Dozens of pastures, each big enough to be his own property, and almost as many massive barns all situated around the main house, which was surprisingly small compared to the scale of the rest of the property. Ilorek led him to the largest of the barns and invited him in, following after the dragon.

Inside it was honestly an amazing view. About a dozen or so stables on either side, a low ceiling, and ladders on either side of the ban to go up to the hayloft. Good, lots of room, the building was huge and the heat from the beasts in each of the stalls would keep the place warm, and hot air rises. "Thank you so more for this, kind sir!" Sarkiran practically swooned at the farmer.

"Oh, don't thank me just yet, weary traveler. You gotta earn your keep before you sleep." Ilorek closed and locked the door behind him, twirling the keys on his finger. "So don't get too excited just yet."

Sarkiran blinked and took a step backwards, not sure what was going on. "Uh, I s-suppose that m-makes sense, do the work before getting the reward. I'm okay with that, but why'd you lock the barn door?"

"Can't have yeh tryin' to escape once I let you know what chores I need doing. Not simple stuff like cleaning mess or carrying crops. No, I had something a bit juicier that we need you for." He walked over to one of the stalls and tapped on the wood of the gate, eliciting a large reptilian head to poke out over it. "Meet Lars. He's a wingless drake and one of my prized mounts."

"Uh, and what exactly do you want me to do with him? Is this, like, a breeding farm or something? Need someone to collect semen to inseminate a dragoness or something? Can't say I'm a good pick for that, sir. I mean, if it has to be done then I understand it has to be done, but I'm sure there are other things I'd be more suited for." His nerves were growing weary as his adrenaline built up. He was genuinely confused as to what was going on, and he needed to alleviate the worry one way or another.

"Somethin' like that. Well, I don't mean to breed the beast, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need no release. Poor guy been without anything or anyone to mount for months now, so it's about time he be taken care of, if ya get m'drift."

"N-not sure I do, sir." A normal person would have politely asked to leave. A normal person would have been scared and a more than a little creeped out at the proposition of a random rancher asking him to manually please one of his prizes steeds. Well, Sarkiran wasn't a normal person. Despite having a respectable, borderline-noble upbringing, he had an insatiable desire for cock. It wasn't something most people knew about him and it wasn't something he advertised, but there were few things as pleasing as the absolutely massive, delicious cock of a royal steed. Especially one of such a prized beast. Instead of walking past the hippogryph and leaving the barn, his eye twitched and he licked his lips before shaking his head in disdain.

He didn't want to let it be known that he was actually getting quite excited, and he felt his loins stirring beneath the kilt.

Ilorek sniffed at the air, his free hand reaching around behind the gate to unlatch it, letting said gate swing open. As he did that, his other hand reached up to his kilt and unhooked the belt, letting it fall to the ground around his legs. "Well, I see you're a bit more excited than you'd like to admit, so you might as well enjoy it instead of hiding from your desires." He took a step forward, kicking the door to the stable open as he did so.

Sarkiran twitched his eye again and reluctantly unclasped his leathers, letting them fall off his chest to land in the hay on the ground. "I suppose if I have to. You know, to seek shelter from the rain, good sir. Please, be gentle with me."

Ilorek scoffed with a warm smile. "You can't fool me, drake. I knew from the moment I saw you in the inn that if I'd whispered sweet offers in your ear to suck on a stud's cock, you'd eagerly bend over. I'm something of a empath, you see. I can tell what something wants, I can tell what someone needs. I could feel your desire before you entered the building, and I attacked it like a snake after a warm meal."

There was a distinctive change in demeanor from the hippogryph. When he first met up with Sarkiran, he had a drawl and a somewhat ignorant attitude, but now he seemed elegant and erected with poise. He spoke with the accent of a noble, with the assurance of a lord. Something was 'off' about this hippogryph, and that uncertainty kept Sarkiran from getting as excited as he could have.

"What's the matter, worried about me? Don't worry, you're in good hands...er, talons. Whatever. Trust me, I'm not going to rape you, I'm not going to abuse you, and I'm honestly not interested in taking advantage of a weary traveler for my own personal gains, I'm here to help you, and if that means fulfilling the fantasy you have about being with an aggressive stud, then so be it." HE took another step forward as the dragon walked out of his stall to hover his head over the hippogryph's shoulder.

What an awkward situation for the drake. He did want it, he just didn't want to admit it, and the omniscient attitude of Ilorek was somewhat off-putting. It wasn't nice knowing his thoughts weren't kept to himself, but instead broadcast to anyone who could pick up the signals. At the same time, it was oddly liberating to know he didn't need to hide himself or act appalled.

That sliver of comfort allowed him to let the warmth of happiness overcome him. He stepped toward the hippogryph and dragon as he kicked his leathers to the side, taking in a deep breath and ruffling his ear frills a bit, horns still tingling.

Ilorek smiled and nodded knowingly before flopping against the wall on a massive hay bale, his wrinkled sheathe like a velvet pillow atop his balls. "Well, might as well have a go, eh drake?" he started rubbing himself gently, his cock folding itself outwards, the head bulging out between his legs as it gained definition.

"Well now, that's one hell of an impressive tool you've got there. I suppose it doesn't surprise me, though. You are part equine, right?" Sarkiran giggled nervously as he felt his own length emerge from his sheathe.

The dragon inched its way towards him, sniffing the air gently as Sarkiran's own equine-shaped member emerged. He huffed and he snorted gently at the visitor before nuzzling underneath the yellow dragon's crimson cock.

A tingle of pleasure shot up Sarkiran's spin and down his tail before focusing in his nether region, a surge of energy and pleasure inflating his cock from within to full mast. His ear frills splayed out and he bit down gently on his tongue to keep himself from saying something tacky that would inevitably ruin the mood. Still a little nervous but warming up to the situation, he sighed and sat on the hay bale next to Ilorek, who was still idly rubbing his semi-erect equine member.

"See? It's not so bad. Chores can be fun, can't they? Just have to know what angle to approach from, and anything can be fun!" He reached over and wrapped one arm around Sarkiran's waist, his long feathered forearms tickling at his slick flesh, fingers squeezing at the base of his member. He grabbed at the dragon's bridle and tugged him forward. "Come on Lars, don't be shy. Our guest is here to have fun. Don't leave him or his bits hanging!"

"L-lars? That's the dragon's name?" Sarkiran whimpered a bit as the feral beast buried his snout under the dragon's balls, exhaling warm breath onto the twin orbs that were still tucked in tight from the coldness of the weather. It was only a second later that he felt the thick, muscled tongue lapping up between his rump cheeks and slipping into his tailhole.

Part of him was worried he wasn't clean, but he remembered he'd been traveling all day, and he'd been soaked to the bone for the last few hours of it. There was no way he was dirty with anything that wasn't picked up here in the barn. This self-assurance gave him the confidence needed to spread his legs and let the stud drake continue to lick and suck at the underside of his tail, tongue periodically inserting itself into him.

He looked over to see that Ilorek's cock had grown slightly harder, not yet full mast, but certainly more than half. Ilorek was just watching the two drakes enjoy one another, and it was exciting him a little bit more with each passing second. The hippogryph - as a half equine - exuded a certain musk that triggered something deep and passionate in Sarkiran. It was a sweet earthiness that reminded him of his last partner as well as himself, and it made him hungry. Before he had a chance to ask or get permission, he leaned over and grabbed at Ilorek's shaft, wrapping his fingers around the bulges of the hippogryph's uninflated knot, angling the tip at his maw.

"Oh my, I see it didn't take you all that long to get into it, weary traveler. Go ahead, don't be shy, I don't bite unless you want me to." Ilorek assured him, bucking his hips up gently and stroking the golden-scaled dragon's hair so it was out of the way of the imminent oral fun he was about to enjoy.

Sarkiran wrapped his lips around the member's tip, slowly descending on it until he felt the median ring slip into his maw, the partially inflated glans pressing against the back of his throat. It was a typically uncomfortable position, but it came with its own eroticism. The discomfort of horse cock head inflating in his throat just made him want to swallow, an action that actually created a bit of suction on the tip to pull it in deeper. This, combined with the wavelike motions from his tongue, kept that hippogryph cock buried deep in his maw. He barely even noticed that Lars was still happily lapping away at the underside of his gradually descending balls.

Ilorek, worried about cumming too quickly, tried to pull out and get in a different position, but Sarkiran's maw moved along with him, following his hips until he was on his knees, the dragon on all fours as he eagerly tried to swallow every bit of juicy horse meat. His eyes rolled back in his skull as the corners of his beak turned up in a devious grin.

"Mmmmmpghh!" Sarkiran mumbled, the vibrations of the guttural desire tingling at the hippogryph's cock. Just as he did so, he felt Lars nuzzling under his tail again, so he arched his back and used the muscles to pull his spade-tipped appendage up as high as it would go, well out of the way of the curious beast.

Not so curious. Lars was heading in with a very specific interest in mind. He was still licking feverently between Sarkiran's cheeks, pressing his snout in deep so his tongue could prod at the beast's hole. Sark didn't mind one bit. He loved it. The drake's tongue was thick and muscular, like a tentacle in and of itself. Rather than shy away, he pushed back even harder to feel a few more cm of its length bury itself under his tail.

Ilorek, somewhat distracted by the blowjob, leaned over and idly clawed at the air until he found Lars's bridle again, grabbing it and giving it a tug to pull him close. This could have meant one of over a dozen things, but with Sarkiran bent over in front of Lars, there was really only one place to go.

A moment later, Lars hopped up and wrapped his front talons around Sark's hips, bucking gently at the raised tail, the tapered tip prodding at the soft underside of it. He huffed and growled in the dragon's ear before walking his talons up his back and resting them on his shoulder. Good, at least at this angle he'd be able to penetrate.

Sarkiran's lips curled up around the side of the member that was still throbbing and leaking sweet precum down the back of his throat as he imagined the fulfilling sensation of having that tapered tip slip into his now-saliva-lubricated tailhole. It wasn't more than a couple seconds later that he felt that very fantasy come to life, as the dragon's bucking hips and tapered tip found its target, the point pressing firmly against his pucker.

He immediately let out a long, drawn out sigh as he felt the tip burst into him and expand within his depths, throbbing against his tender rump. IT only lasted a moment before he lowered his head again and licked, lovingly, up and down the horse's shaft that was prodding at his neck. He couldn't help but push back against it until he felt the ring of flesh pressing against his. "G-go ahead!" He panted, drooling some of his saliva on Ilorek's member to trickle around and splash in a little puddle on the floor.

"Good boy, Lars. Don't hold back now, he seems to be able to handle it just fine." Ilorek commanded, giving another gentle tug of the bridle before aiming the tip of his cock into Sarkiran's maw again, thrusting up as hard as his mount did at the other end.

There were a few gentle pushes against his rump - not really thrusts, but brief periods of increased pressure - before the beast's partially inflated knot compressed just enough to slip into Sarkiran's tailhole. As soon as the drake's pucker closed up around the neck of it, the knot expanded to thrice its normal girth, the twin lobes resting heavily against the dragon's hips.

He let out a long, drawn out wail of pleasure around the equine cock in his maw before whimpering, wiggling his hips back and forth in brisk motions to feel the knot rotate and rub against his tenderized flesh. He could feel his own member expanding and throbbing with each excited heartbeat, the tip of it slapping against his soft-scaled belly as it drooled a steady stream of his own fluid in an erratic-shaped puddle on the barn floor. The weight of the drake was a lot on his shoulders, but Lars was surprisingly gentle on his claws, letting his hips and lower body weigh down Sarkiran's back side more than his hands and shoulders. It was a pleasant feeling, one of absolute power filling him up, heating him from within.

It was kind of amazing just how warm he was growing from inside. The drake was growling in his ear frills as his knot throbbed and strand after strand of thick dragon seed inflated his abdomen. The added pressure tried to force the drake's knot out of him, but the knot kept it lodged within, resting heavily against the inner ring of his rump and the funnel-shape of his hip bones. If it wasn't so hot, it'd be immensely unpleasant, like a plug that got stuck and he couldn't get out. IF this actually was a plug and not a knot that would eventually deflate, it'd be worrisome. Instead, it was just an immensely fulfilling experience.

A few moments later, Lars hopped off Sarkiran's shoulders and laid on his back, still fully knotted to the drake's rump, tugging him down to adjust into a sitting position.

The tugging force slowly pulled at the drake's quivering hole, just enough for it to pop out with one audible squish followed by the squirting sound of cum leaking from deep within. Sarkiran had to keep his tail held high, as his now-gaping rump was left sore as could be, and it felt like he'd been torn in half. He could barely even concentrate on the cock he was still fondling and nuzzling.

Ilorek wasn't too worried, though. Instead, he let go of the drake's bridle and pulled his cock away from Sarkiran's maw, deliberately grabbing at the base of his guest's tail and turning him around so that his swollen rump lips were aimed directly at his cock that was now cold and wet, no longer smothered in muscular maw flesh.

"D-don't just yet, sir." Sarkiran whimpered. His tailhole was incredibly tender now that the massive knot had yanked itself out of him; he couldn't even gather the strength of his pelvic muscles to close himself down, fearing the sensation would be painfully overwhelming.

Instead, he was pleasantly surprised at the gentle warmth he felt as Ilorek's cock slid into his rump. He was already slick with dragon cum as deep as could be, so he was well lubricated, and the massive cock had spread him so much that he felt the friction of horse cock slipping deep into him, but not the pressure of knot or anything else.

Ilorek churred gently as he offered a few gentle thrusts into the well-worn hole, the soft flesh sliding up and down his length but never clamping down. The warmth of dragon flesh, the tenderness of a post-knotting, and the slickness of the remaining seed inside was enough to make his eyes roll back as his glans flared out thick, depositing a thick, gooey blast of equine seed deep into the travelers rump, mixing with that of the remnants of his prize mount.

Sarkiran was trying his best to not moan at the sensation of a second seed being deposited into him as he nuzzled at Lars' cock, licking and kissing and rubbing it up and down, using his bicep and forearm to pleasure it, his free hand wrapped around the base of the knot to continue to stimulate the sensation of knotting. He knew how important that pressure was to a knotted beast, and what little he could remember of his agreement with Ilorek involved coaxing seed from this beast.

So he continued to rub, his own member resting between the underside of the shaft and the twin pillows of the stud's massive, reptilian balls. It wasn't long at all before the thrusting of Ilorek, palms on his cheeks to spread his rump for better friction against his soft insides coupled with his own cock tip rubbing the crease of Lars' inner thigh that he, too, released a thick stream of seed all over the beast's belly and claws.

Perhaps it was a pavlovian response of both the others erupting their own massive seed all over each other and the drake stud, but a few moments later - despite his gaze looking oddly uninterested - Lars' own cock erupted one last time all over himself in a glorious ark of spooge all over the place.

As soon as the strands of sticky cum-webs landed, Sarkiran immediately began licking it all up, gobbling it all down one glob at a time before moving onto the next. HE was careful to keep his hair out of the resulting mess as Lars's cock slowly withered and sucked itself back up into its slit/sheathe.

Ilorek kept his semi-erect cock deep within Sarkiran's tailhole, not wanting to leave himself cold to the autumn air of the barn now that he was smothered in the combined concoction of his and his steed's cum. He idly rubbed his hips against the traveler's, pressing the balls together as a final strand of seed erupted into his guest. Once that final climax rocked his lower body, he lowered his tail and leaned over the golden-scaled dragon before pulling his now-soft member out, leaving the pulverized gaping tailhole to drool all manner of clear and milky fluids in a goopy puddle on the barn floor.

As soon as his musky, cum soaked member had been fully withdrawn back into its wrinkled sheathe, Ilorek hopped up to his talons and shook his head idly, clicking his beak a few times before letting out a deep drawl.

Lars, hearing the beak-click, also hopped to all fours, leaving Sarkiran on his hands and knees, three puddles of cum all around him in the hay.

"Might wanna clean that up before you head out in the mornin'." Ilorek advised as he grabbed Lars' bridle again, guiding him back into his stable. His drawl had returned, accent fully absorbing his voice once again. What a peculiar act for such a drake/stallion to uphold.

Still a little shell-shocked by the triple-orgasm he'd felt from all three cocks at once, Sarkiran simply collapsed in the puddle of cum on the floor, tail still raised high to keep from pressing against his tender hole.

"Well then, do whatever you'd like. The hay loft is far more comfortable than here, but if that's what makes ya comfortable, go right ahead an' sleep there. Good night, stranger. If I see you in the morning, I'll be sure to put you to work." With that, Ilorek locked the stable door behind Lars and unlocked the main barn door, letting a wisp of cool autumn air blow over Sarkiran one last time before closing behind him.

"Put me to work in the morning? Can't say I'd be against that."

Spoiler alert, it doesn't mean 'servicing' the studs.