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"Tropical Ambiance"

By Drake Blackmore

(c) 2006

A dragon and an eagle, and a tiger and a fox thrown in for good measure. Hope you like it. Of course, you can't like it if you're underage, so leave now. Thanks.

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The grounds were lush surrounding the ultramodern beach resort in Crystal Beach. Five pools, three hot tubs, and a swim-up bar made the resort one of the most luxurious on the whole coast. Brand new, the Bluefly Resort attracted the young, rich furs who were immersed in the high life. Young, fabulous, and well-built, these profligates weren't afraid to show off their assets, some that they were born with, some that were the result of hours at the gym, and some that were most obviously bought. That meant a lot of skimpy bikinis for the females, but also tight suits for the guys.

"What??? but I know I booked at $279 per night online," yelled Elan, obviously flustered at the increased price at which he was being quoted.

"Well, I'm sorry sir, but our rooms have a flat rate of $349 per night, all summer long. I'm sorry, but that reservation isn't valid," explained the buxom vulpine behind the front desk, in a carefully rehersed sort of tone.

"But, but, well, I guess RoomsForLess.net can't be trusted then... I should've known. Well, could I book something now then..." Elan gave in.

"Why yes Sir, but we actually only have our Deluxe Suites available, which are $479 per night. Are you sur...?"

"Yeah, yeah, just book it then." Elan said. He was a young executive fresh out of business school, and although he didn't like overspending, he could if forced to. The muscular eagle made his way up to his 28th-floor suite with his card key and luggage.

Elan knew the time was near, and he could feel it palpably. He was ready to experiment, and had been for a long time.

Meanwhile, up in his room, cleaning crews were just finishing up, so to speak. A bodybuilding tiger was fucking the brains out of a lithe fox who, incidentally, happened to be the cleaning crew. (The tiger had been stroking himself and he had forgotten to lock the door. The fucking ensued when the fox showed up to start his cleaning rotation.) It was a masterpiece of stereotypical gax sex: a large dominant type jamming his ample cock into the submissive one. As Elan swiped his card, he heard a roar, and opened the door to find a furry mass of muscle staring back at him. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.

"Omigod, omigod, fuck, there's someone here," the fox replied, from underneath the tiger. The tiger withdrew, turned around, revealing his massive flaccid cock and chiseled body to "the guest," shrugged an "I'm not really sorry" and walked into the bathroom. The fox tried to assemble some sense of professionalism (although it would be next to impossible) by quickly putting on his pants, and buttoning up his shirt.

"Sir, you must be the next guest. Yes, um, let me take a minute to clean up your suite. Just wait outside a minute, and we'll both be gone. I'm so sorry about this. Oh, I guess I could get you a new room, yeah, I'll do that..."

"No, it's alright, that won't be necessary." Elan said. He had thought about it, and the scent that would probably hang in the air might inspire him even more for the rest of his trip. He grabbed his things and waited in the hall. "Fuck, if this whole week is going to be like this, I'm in for one hell of a ride," the eagle thought to himself. He looked down the hall to see three bumbling females stumble out of an elevator. They passed him, and one of them smacked him on the ass. They ran off giggling. "Yeah, fun alright," Elan thought, this time out-loud.

The tiger was the first one out. He was wearing a full suit, and looked like he had been here for some business conference. He rolled his luggage behind him. The fox came out two minutes later, with his cleaning cart, and again apologized. Elan didn't reply, but instead walked into the luxurious suite. It consisted of a small living room/dining room, a kitchen with a bar, and a separate bedroom. He was right. The heavy musk of the tiger pervaded the room. He was ready.

Young and successful, Elan was just 25 years old. He was a smart eagle, and had gone to very prestigious universities for his education. He was smart, but hadn't been as adventurous as he had thought he was going to be during college. The avian reverted to old habits, and basically locked himself in the library during college. He did have a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. For as handsome as he was, the girls were trying to pull him out of the library throughout his schooling. Elan, unfortunately, didn't take them up on the offer. He instead went more and more to the gym, and after six years of hard workouts, this eagle had become quite a bodybuilder, almost as big as the tiger he had just seen.

"Elan, we are going to do this now, aren't we?" He was staring at himself in the mirror in the decadent bathroom. He had a plan for this week. A plan to explore some things that needed exploring. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the eagle knew he was gay, and he knew that he needed to try what he always wanted to during college. What he was thinking about all those times in the gym locker rooms, in all those lonely nights stroking himself back at his apartment. "Yeah we are, Phase I, initiated."

Even though he was more than 1,500 miles from home and more than 800 miles from work, Elan thought it would be a good idea to change his appearance, you know, to stay inconspicuous, and if something did happen, untraceable. First up was his head feathers. They had been getting long, but no longer. Elan cut quite a bit off and spiked the rest. Next were his eyes. He got out some colored contacts he bought at the airport, and put them in. From blue to green they went. The eagle then got out his suitcase and did the final alteration: his wardrobe. He was careful to walk in with a typical professional suit on. He changed from that into his first new outfit: a tight swimsuit under loose fitting khaki shorts, and a tasteful tropical-themed button-up shirt. The muscular avian put on some sunglasses, got his wallet and cutting-edge cell phone, tucked his wings behind him, and walked out. He budgeted to spend a whopping $5,000 this week. He knew it would be worth it.

On the concourse level, Elan wandered around. High-priced boutiques and restaurants filled this floor. It was nearly 5:00 PM, and the eagle thought he better just survey the lay of the land, and then go somewhere for dinner. Of course this was the plan, though. Elan walked down a flight of stairs, and strolled into the pool deck. He was asked to show his room key, and quickly obliged. As he breezed past security, he looked down. The eagle was glad his plan was working. The tight suit amplified his ample endowment just enough so the furs in the pool could see a healthy bulge behind his loose-fitting shorts.

He grabbed a lounge, eased into it, and started his survey. He saw bodies to die for. A couple of young buxom furs were surrounding a wolf in the hot tub. The grey wolf was handsome, he thought, and built well, but not overdone. But he was probably straight...

Moving on, Elan saw two obviously gay furs making out near the swim-up bar. A young falcon and fox, both were very muscular, and very into each other. "Well, I guess those two might be a possibility, but..."

Continuing... Elan eased himself up, and started to walk when a dragon bumped into him from behind...

"Oh, sir, I'm very sorry, I wasn't really watching where I was going. I just got here, and I was just looking around. Beautiful, isn't it?" the dragon rhetorically asked.

"Yeah, it is, and don't mention it," Elan responded, because it really didn't matter to him. Also, how could he mad at this guy? The dragon was drop-dead gorgeous. A steel blue colored dragon, he must have been 6'5". He had a perfect, chisled physique with a broad, meaty-looking chest. He was shirtless, and had on a loose swimsuit. But even through that, Elan could tell that he was above average for a dragon. And when you're talking about dragons, you know that's good.

"Oh, well, I'll see you later then..." and the dragon left, making his way over to the pool. Before he turned though, there was a smile. But whatever ideas Elan had were quickly put to rest when a swarm of females basically attacked the dragon at water's edge.

"Well, that settles it; he's straight," Elan thought to himself. But when he took off his shirt and shorts and went to get into the pool, much the same reaction happened. His bulge was definitely bulging, and the girls were obviously interested. When the eagle looked over at the dragon, their eyes met with a "I know what you're going through" look.

"Well, maybe," the eagle rekindled his hope, and started swimming away from the swarm.

That Night: At The Firefly Common Grill Restaurant & Bar

After a quick shower, Elan headed back downstairs for dinner. As he passed the bar on the way to his table, he got the requisite "Hey sexy" from some girl at the bar and thought he felt a little pat on his feathered ass.

"Thank you," Elan said to the hostess, and she smiled back, with an obvious lust.

"Wow, this place is really sexually charged..." Elan thought to himself. He would have no idea. As he was immersing himself behind a menu, the eagle was pleasantly surprised.

The menu was pulled back by an obviously draconic hand.

"Hey there," the dragon from that afternoon started. "I see we both have the same problem."

"Wh, what's that?" Elan replied.

"Oh, I just mean girls, and their overabundance in aqueous locales."

"You mean the pool."

"Yes."

"Well, it was nice to meet you then, but I never did catch your name."

"Seph, short for Sephyrus, or something. I've always gone by Seph, you?"

"Oh, Elan, short for Elan," the eagle responded wryly.

"Very funny."

"Well, what are you doing down at Bluefly, you're obviously not a regular - well, neither am I - this is my first time here too," Elan admitted.

"Oh, well, I'm here for, uh..." Seph the dragon thought about it, "pleasure."

"Aren't we all."

"Yeah, well. I've been really busy with work and all, and I needed just to get a break. I thought I'm young and all, why don't I have some fun for a change."

The waitress came. They both kind of stumbled, the waitress asked if this guest was going to join him (Elan), Elan said yes, and they both ended up just ordering hamburgers.

The conversation progressed. Elan talked about growing up and college, and where he was working, and Seph talked about his home life, and his professional life currently.

It was sometime after they bit into their first bites when Elan was brave enough to ask him the question. "So why are you really here?"

"Well, I could ask the same thing of you, and don't get me wrong, I've been tempted, after your 'business' excuse."

Elan made a proposition: "Why don't we answer at the same time, whispered?"

"Well, I guess that would be fair," the dragon agreed.

The dragon and the eagle both leaned across the table, and at the count of three, both of them whispered, "I think I'm gay." It was astounding, both in perfect synchronicity. The dragon and eagle both thrust themselves back, their wings aching to be free. Both faces registered a feeling of astonishment, and of opportunity as well.

"Really, you too?" they both said, again together.

"Yeah," the dragon started, "you know, I thought a beachside resort would be the ideal place to find out, and, well..."

"Me too, and did you have a plan of disguising yourself? Mine was color contacts, a change in hairstyle, and new clothes..." the eagle explained his plan.

"Yeah, I know, I bought a wardrobe at the airport..."

"Well then, um, do you think, you would like to start some of this investigation?" the avian asked delicately.

"Yeah. I do," the dragon answered.

They quickly summoned up a bill, and left for the elevator.

When they were debating whose room to go to, Elan insisted it would be his. I've got a great perfume in the room, he said. Also in the elevator, Seph made something clear. "You know Elan, we both don't want relationships, and both want a week of experimentation, so let's not create something we don't want."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," the muscular avian agreed.

Upon entrance, they were both greeted with the same tiger musk, albeit less pervasive than before. "Did you have tiger earlier, Elan?"

"No, but the cleaning guy did." They both laughed.

"Well, what do you want to do first?" Seph asked. "I guess we could both do a little strip-tease for the other. You know, act out something you've seen in the movies."

The eagle responded by peeling off his shirt. He revealed his muscular chest, arms, and six-pack abs, to which he was greeted with a draconic cat call. He pulled down his shorts to show his leave-nothing-to-the-imagination swimsuit, which protruded nicely from his stomach. "Well, come on, Seph, I want to see what you've got."

The dragon obliged and ripped off his shirt (he really did rip it off, which left the eagle quite stunned). The perfect physique of before was revealed again. "Yeah Seph, take it off!" Elan shouted, quite out of character.

Seph continued and slipped out of his shorts, which left only a pair of boxers, that while not tight, curved around a lot of something behind them.

"Okay, Elan, let's do this at once. Three, two, one, now!" Both furs quickly stripped themselves of all their remaining clothing, leaving them bare to each other. "Not bad eagle, not bad at all. Wow, you're quite big for a bird," the dragon played, because he obviously had the bigger endowment, but not by as much as he thought.

"Yeah, well that's nearly 14 inches of eagle meat you're staring at. What do you have?"

"Well, last time I checked, 17 and a half inches of dragon cock. We'll see, won't we?" Seph enticed.

"We will," the eagle responded, and started stroking himself. A lot of his length was already out because of all the anticipation, but now he was getting hard. As per his previous statement, a slab of avian meat 14 inches long was soon waving around in the air.

The steely dragon had been stroking his length as well, and nearly 18 inches did appear when all was said and done.

The two muscular furs, standing facing each other, enormous cocks standing at full attention, noticed something. "Hey, I can't smell the tiger anymore," Seph verbalized the common realization.

"Hey you're right, only you, well, and me too." The musk, both avian and draconic, was intoxicating. It was an effective aphrodisiac, because whatever self-control Elan had was lost.

And with that, the eagle flung himself at Seph, burying himself in the dragon's huge genitals.

"Oh, fuck," the dragon roared out, and instantly he got a little weak-kneed, neither of them used to so much of this kind of attention. He fell a little, and the eagle fell back with him. The dragon's huge balls were now resting on Elan's face. Seph regained a little control and used that control to grind into the eagle with his heavy sac. The eagle was intoxicated. Lost in a sea of powerfully male draconic musk in the area between the dragon's balls and ass, beads of sweat were dripping down onto him, matting his feathers down. They both were in heaven, but this made them want more.

Seph quickly got up. "Well, as fun is this is, I think we both want a little more. And I think we should both try both positions, you know, for the knowledge."

Elan said sure, whatever, he was still in a state of bliss, his avian cock dripping all over the place. The dragon chose who went first with a planned fall on the floor in front of the eagle. With his muscular butt high in the air, the dragon offered himself up for the eagle's pleasure. It was falling into it that woke Elan up.

"What the fuck?" the eagle said, as he realized his large cock was sitting on the entrance to a well-muscled opening. He realized what that meant, but made sure just in case. "Are you ready Seph?" The dragon nodded, and Elan didn't need any more encouragement. Plowing into him he would go. He only got his cock head in, however.

"Oh, shit!" Seph roared out, definitely loud enough to get the next room's attention. "Remember, Elan, we're both virgin ass: go easy, and I'll go easy on you."

The eagle obliged and slowly but surely sank inch after inch of avian cock into the dragon. He had gotten more than halfway when Seph said very quietly, "Just stop here for a minute. Let me adjust." Elan waited and continued on the dragon's signal. A foot of eagle meat was now lodged into the dragon's rear, and he hit what he thought was a brick wall. Steady pressure overcame it, though, and all of the pain that the dragon had been feeling was gone when all fourteen inches were firmly inside him. "Oh my God, Elan, this is great."

"You have no idea," Elan responded. "Can we continue?"

"Oh, yes."

The eagle slowly started to withdraw from his dragon friend, all the way until he was nearly out. He pushed back in, this time much faster than the first, and continued to speed up. Thrusting in and out, in and out, Elan was in ecstasy, and so was Seph. Harder, faster, and deeper went his thrusts, and the muscular eagle kept pounding in his fourteen inches again and again. His large, feathery balls were slapping again and again against the hard muscle of the dragon. The muscular dragon took it all though, and was roaring in pleasure to the timing of the avian's thrusts. Then finally, after almost completely withdrawing himself, the eagle pounded his meat in one last time, made a primal squawk, and emptied his load into the dragon.

Elan collapsed on top of Seph, completely spent.

But they weren't done, of course.

Minutes later, after both of them acquired needed energy, they continued with their plan. The eagle slowly withdrew his avian cock, now wet and flopping around, from the rear of the dragon. Seph obviously wanted to see what the other role was like, but Elan was a little less so.

Even though he looked at his large, muscular, bird-of-prey body, the eagle was still a little hesitant. He looked back at Seph's cock, now harder and thicker than ever and dripping pre in a steady stream onto the carpet. It was huge, and he doubted if he could take all of it. He would soon find out.

Elan assumed the same position as the dragon did not so long ago, and Seph positioned himself at the feathery entrance. "Remember, Seph, we're both virgins in this area. Be easy," the eagle repeated almost word for word back to the dragon what he had said previously.

The steel blue, immensely muscular dragon slowly entered the feathery mass of muscle. "Oh, fuck, you weren't kidding..." the eagle exclaimed at the burning of what was only the first of many more inches to come.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be gentle," Seph promised, and kept at it. Inch after inch of the huge draconic meat was buried into the avian. At about 9 inches in, halfway, Elan asked Seph for some time. The dragon subsided, but continued the march when the eagle gave the okay. Seph sunk his thick dragon cock continuously into the eagle, and he was loving every second of it. The tight passage squeezed his cock in all the right places, and the dragon was thoroughly intoxicated by it. He was in heaven as he buried the last few inches of his endowment into the bird.

"Oh fuck yeah," they said together, an implicit go-ahead for the next stage.

The dragon slowly unburied his thick slab of dragon meat until it was nearly fully exposed, then pushed it back in. Seph sped up, lost in a whirl of primal urges. His thrusts in and out were more powerful, faster, and deeper than before. The dragon was pounding with all of his might his huge shaft deep inside the bird of prey that lay underneath him. His enormous, heavy draconic balls pounded Elan's rear as well, and it was no surprise that in a furious roar Seph unloaded an ungodly amount of seed into the eagle. It filled him and yet needed more space, and gushed out the avian's backside, around the ample cock that was impaled there.

Seph collapsed on top of Elan who in turn fully collapsed onto the floor. The two layed like that until the morning. It was a glorious heap of muscled feather and scales, connected by the thick, meaty tube that lay between them. Both dreamed wonderful dreams, and in the morning declared their experiment a success.

As they were dressing, Elan made sure of the agreement, "We don't have any commitment to each other, as fun as that was last night."

"Nope, definitely not. But hopefully I'll see you again sometime this week, and maybe we can get some in the interim."

"And bring some later..."

"Yeah, one massive orgy. That's my goal for the week," the dragon laughed.

"You say it as if it's a bad goal to have," Elan replied.

"No, not at all," and with that, the dragon donned resort clothing, exited the suite, and got on the elevator.

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I'm obviously leaving it open for some sequels. I just wanted to have some feedback: you know, if you actually liked it and if you would want to see a sequel, and any other ideas that you might have for the Bluefly Resort. E-mail me at [email protected] with any comments that you might have. Thanks.