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The King's host marched through the forest, their boots crunching against fallen autumn leaves. The King himself sat in a wagon, sipping pumpkin spiced wine.

The King yawned. He poked his head outside of the wagon. "How much longer?" he asked. He'd held himself back from asking up until now, but there was only so much he could take.

"We should reach the cave in about two hours, Your Grace."

The King pulled his head back inside his wagon and groaned.

Hale heard a commotion outside of his cave. He opened his eyes and stood up, trembling. His eyes widened. He backed up into the cave a bit, though there wasn't very far to go.

As Hale listened, he was able to identify the sound of wheels against stone. A trumpet blasted. Hale flinched, hitting his head on the stony roof above him. Shaking, he forced himself forward, poking his head out of the cave.

He saw a moderate sized precession of armed Anthros and wagons pulled by feral, seemingly unintelligent horses. Most of the Anthros were equines, though there was a lioness in iron plate armor near the front of the precession. Most of the wagons were made of undecorated wood, though one was golden.

The Anthros were taken aback as Hale poked his head out. The wagons near the front of the precession stopped in their tracks, the ones behind them following suit. Hale's knees were wobbling and the pads of his paws were sweating a bit. One of the anthros, a zebra, stepped forward. "Are you the dragon known as Hale?"

Hale gulped a bit. "Who wants to know?" he asked.

"King Tarran Rein," the mare said, "King of the Chevallands, Lord of the Grasslands, Master of the Savanah, Guardian of the Land."

A king? "Yes," Hale said. "I am Hale."

"Splined," a male voice said from farther back in the procession.

Hale's eyes moved to the Zebra who had spoken, and widened. "Zepher?" It was... it was him emerging from the host and standing before him. Hale would recognize his face anywhere.

"No," the zebra said, tilting his head. "I'm Tarran Rein, King of the Chevallands, Lord of the Grasslands and all the rest. I'm here to offer you a job, as my steed."

Hale gazed. It was Zepher. He was sure. Looking closer, his mane was styled differently, and there was a scar on his snout which Hale didn't remember, but the King had Zepher's same golden eyes, his face, his voice, everything.

The dragon stared for a while before he realized the king was staring back. "Oh," he said, "I..." the dragon started to tremble again, "I'm sorry. You just remind me of an old friend. But uh, steed. Right. Perhaps. What would I be working for, wage-wise I mean?"

"If you accepted the position, you would be brought back to the stone palace, where you would be given room and board in a chamber befitting your size and title. We would provide you with your basic necessities, including food and water. In addition, your wages shall be two-hundred gold a week."

"And my duties?"

"Simple enough. You will carry me through the air when I must move from town to town. I will sometimes require transport between continents, and in some cases you will have to fly overnight in order to reach my destination. You will also fly me into battle, if the occasion should arise."

"Battle?"

Tarran nodded. "You're a dragon. I imagine you can handle it."

Inside the cave, Hale's tail patted the ground. This was Zepher. It had to be. Zepher had never mentioned an identical twin, and there was no way Hale could have so wrong a picture of his face as to confuse him for another so thoroughly. He had to figure this out, and to do that...

Hale nodded. "I accept."

Tarran smiled. "Excellent. Now, as your first task, would you fly me home? I have a saddle in one of the large wagons in the back. You'll like it. It's leather, dipped in golden pigments and studded with jewels."

Hale didn't care much what a saddle looked like. He would rarely see it while it was strapped to his back. Still, he nodded and followed the King back through the crowd.

Hale lay on a large wool matrass in the palace basement. It was his fifth week as the King's Steed. He was having a pleasant time. The food was good, the board was better. He'd never realized before how much better a real matrass felt than the hard floor of a cave, even for his tough scales.

He also liked his king. He'd been understanding as Hale got used to being ridden again. His people adored him. He was kind, and yet just. Hale had seen him punish a murderer by execution. When he passed the sentence in front of his court, his face was unflinching. Afterward, though, when he had been more open, Hale had seen pain on him.

As Hale lay down, preparing to go to bed, he heard a knock on one of the doors to his room. His room was built in an enclave in the cliff atop which the palace was built. That meant that it had two entrances. One was a large gate which covered the enclave's entrance on the cliff's face, which Hale could fly into and out of. The other was a simple door only large enough for an anthro, which led back into the palace.

The knock had come from the smaller of the two doors. Hale turned his head and looked toward it. He tilted his head. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Your King," a voice on the other side of the door said. Tarran opened the door without waiting for any further response. Hale watched the door open, and was taken aback. Tarran was dressed in very little. He wore only a loin cloth over his genitals and several pieces of golden jewelry scattered around his body.

Hale stared. "Y... your grace..." Hale tried his best to snap into form. "Why have you come to visit me at this hour your grace? And dressed..." Hale stopped talking.

"I am the king," Tarran said. "I may dress however I please whenever I please." The king stepped forward, into the room. Hale took a step back. Tarran closed the door behind him, and locked it. He smiled. "Now, lay back on your bed, if you wouldn't mind."

"Your grace I..." His King's likely intentions only just then occurred to Hale. He lifted a paw, but then looked over his King. His eyes glided over the King's muscular form, elegant fur and large crotch. Hale nodded and lay back on the bed.

The King smiled as Hale's back hit the cotton matrass. "Hold out your paws, if you don't mind." Hale obeyed his king. Tarran walked toward Hale's front-left hand. Hale looked on. The king looked Hale in the eye as he took the paw in his hand. He stroked it. "There you are, little guy. Just relax."

Hale tilted his head. He was hardly little, compared to his king. Still, the king sat down, holding the paw in his hand, massaging it. Hale liked how it felt, liked it quite a bit. The zebra's hands were skilled and smooth.

The King smiled up at Hale. "Tell me, Hale, do you prefer flat-headed or round-headed cocks?"

Hale moved his head back. He thought. "I..." he looked at the zebra's loin cloth. There was something moving underneath it. "I think... right now, I want whatever you have, your grace."

The king laughed, continuing to massage Hale's paw. "Do you know why I am king?"

"I... I assume because your father was king? Isn't that how it usually goes?"

"And why was my father king? No, strike that. Why was the first of my line to be king king?"

"I don't know. I'm not a much of a--"

"I am the descendent of a god, as are all royals."

Hale thought. Zepher had never mentioned divine blood in him.

"And as the descendent of a god, I... well, I'm not technically a god myself, but I'm a bit more magically... interesting than a common mortal. So then, rounded or flat?"

"Flat."

"Splendid."

The king took his hands off of Hale's paw and undid his loin cloth, exposing a large, pink, flat-headed cock and balls. Hale's eyes widened when he saw them. The king approached Hale's body, his royal cock hardening, and climbed on top of his stomach. He lay back across Hale's body.

"Now," he said, "this is your favorite kind of cock, so I expect you to suck it extra hard."

Hale nodded. He felt a stirring in his own crotch, but it was the last thing on his mind as he looked at Tarran. He stretched his neck down to reach his own chest and opened his mouth, closing it around the cock immediately afterward.

Tarran's cock was small compared to Hale's mouth, but that was made up for ten times over by its taste. The salty musk of the zebra's skin had Hale drooling straight away as he started to lick the cock's flat front, feeling pre already drip out, his king moaning.

Hale moved his tongue from the flat head of the cock and slid it down the shaft. He could already see bits of steam in the air as his drool boiled. Once Hale felt his tongue on the base of the shaft, he moved it up and around the top of the cock, pre still dripping into his mouth, and then pulled his tongue back toward him. He felt the top of his tongue rub against the shaft, both its taste and texture making him drool more. Hale closed his eyes.

When his tongue had made its way along the length of the cock, he pulled his lips back, running them along the shaft. When the tip of his king's cock was on the edge of his lips, he put his tongue under the cock and moved his lips forward. Tarran moaned. Hale smiled, and felt another drop of drool leak from the corner of his mouth.

All of the saliva slushing around in his mouth gave Tarran plenty of lubrication as he pulled his head forward and backward, running his lips across the shaft's length. He moved slowly for a brief while, but soon couldn't resist the urge to go faster, and then faster, before rocketing along, up and down the dick's length.

As the blowjob went on, Tarran breathed in and out, switching between soft, pleasured moaning and cries of joy. The king's dick only seemed to get better and better. Its musky taste seemed to grow stronger over time, making the whole affair that much more enjoyable.

Hale smiled his widest smile and started to swirl his tongue around his king's shaft, feeling more of his grace's delicious pre drip down his throat. His own cock was standing on edge, harder than it'd been in a long time. It filled the whole room with musk, but Hale knew his own scent paled in comparison to the taste he was experiencing in his mouth right then.

Hale's king shouted in joy, and thrust his dick forward a bit farther back into Hale's throat. Hale grunted. He sped up his bobbing, his lips moving still faster over his king's shaft and his tongue rubbing against it every which way. He's swipe it from the side, then from below, then from above. He'd pull his tongue back for a second, and then press it, full force, against his king's cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Eventually, Hale felt Tarran's cock pulsing, its leakage of pre accelerating. Hale's king cried out in joy as the dragon's drool hit the ground in large drops. Hale kept going. With each thrust forward, he felt that divine cock rub against his lips and tongue. Its salty taste, its smooth texture, its every aspect made the dragon moan with joy.

Finally, with one last thrust, the king's load launched like a flood into Hale's mouth, tasting as good as the cock itself. Hale gulped back as strings of cum filled his mouth and spread over his tongue and cheeks. He swallowed every bit of it, feeling his king's erection end, his king's dick losing surprisingly little size as it deflated.

When it was all over, Hale brought his head back to his pillow, taking a deep breath, licking bits of cum from his lips. He opened his eyes to find the entire room steamy as a sauna from his drooling. He felt his king climb off of his stomach and walk to his head. Hale focused his left eye on Tarran. He watched as Tarran put his loin cloth back on. "That was good," he said. He grinned and lay back against Hale's chest. "Very good."

Hale smiled. "Thank you, your grace."

The king took a deep breath as Hale looked up at the ceiling, the grey rocks, made hazy by the white fog all throughout the room, his king sitting with his back against his chest. Tarran stroked Hale's neck as he lay back, his eyes starting to close again as drowse closed in. His king chuckled, but Hale closed his eyes.

As he lay back, the king sang.

_ Hush, hush, go to sleep, little guy._

_ There's much to do tomorrow when you 'rise._

_ There's a wide blue sky waiting for you._

_ One which I'll need someone to fly me through._

_ Hush, hush, go to sleep scaled one._

_ When we get back home, we'll have tons of fun._

_ Behind me now, there's a long prize to get._

_ It's been years, Hale, but I'll touch it yet._

Hale drifted off to sleep with his King still lying back against his chest.