Speak with Noctrus

The remainder of the day passes as expected as you consider your options, watching the anthros and humans and dragons milling about the docks, loading and unloading ships, shouting out orders for repairs and inventory checks over the constant bustle of arrivals and departures and the steady shifting of the sea in the mid-afternoon breeze. In the company of talking animal folks and dragons, of course, you aren’t the only one doing the watching, as eyes narrow and tongues dart over beaks and lips as the dockhands and sailors notice that you don’t seem to be otherwise occupied, several coming to fix that in very lewd and rude ways. A group of hefty, horny hedgehogs standing chatting around a water barrel on a break come over with their paws in their pants, the largest hefting you with a noseful of his armpit over to the fields so they can strip you down and sit and relieve some hedgehog farts, hedgehog humps beneath soft bouncing tan underbellies, and their hedgehog bladders as two males aim at your chest and a female squats over your head, as she relieves the other necessity of her vagina on that area. Heading to wash up finds an eager eastern dragon wiping his dirty rear end with your face, as he grinds his dick along your chest, passing a little spluttering gas as he asks if you’ll be nice enough to help him wipe up after a second dump, though thankfully he ends up getting distracted by a passing blue jay instead. A russet vixen snatches you up into her soft and fluffy breasts as she introduces you to her best friend, another fat fox with dark orange fur, before both anthros introduce you to their soft bosoms, musky pussies, and smelly fox buttocks, taking turns sandwiching you between them or sitting their fluffy bodies across yours as they huff and moan and giggle. A white female dragon introduces you to her brown backside as you find yourself wiping another raunchy reptile, before she rises and pivots and squats her topaz folds over you and attempts- somewhat successfully- to wash off her dung by emptying her bladder over your head. She cuddles you after helping you to wash, whispering that she wants to feel you deep inside her, tucking you into the slimy space of her topaz cave as she lies back and huffs and clenches and eventually spurts, leaking her lemon-sugar seed into the grass, but instead of letting you back out, decides to keep you inside a little while as she wanders and chats, the sticky lemon walls swaying with the motion of her large body as she occasionally gives you a long embrace with her sex. You can hear her huffing and laughing without, as she eventually begins to cum a second time from all the stimulation you’re providing being tucked up there, dripping onto the grass and stone as she pushes out your ankles to amuse some friends before slurping them back inside.

You do wonder just what Noctrus has planned for later, but he just smiles and shakes his head, busy with a weasel worker wriggling down the front of his pants as you try to ask him when he takes another break. Prexa giggles and tells you she promised him she wouldn’t tell, but thinks you’ll like the surprise, wiggling you back against the smooth seat of her panties as she disrupts any further inquiries with several deep dragon farts in your face, pawing at her pussy and rubbing her gas in as she giggles and passes more gas, using her heavy rump to muffle you from asking a second time. The late afternoon becomes evening as the sun sets in a glow of orange brilliance across the horizon, a tapestry of vibrant color reflected across the sea as Prexa cuddles with you, nuzzling and kissing down your chest during her last break, and the sounds and smells of the other dragons enjoying their companions fill the smaller warehouse, until the sky goes dark and the moon shines down along with the burning beacon of the lighthouse tower near the southeastern edge of the pier. Prexa yawns and pats her claw over your chest, heading back off to work as she says it won’t be long now, and you watch the owls and bats flitting about the dock as they light the lamps with little bursts of fire magic and a long flaming taper, catching the warm glow from the taverns in the distance as the merrymaking will continue long into the night, and the stalwart shine of the warehouses where the night watch will overtake the daily inspectors. Soon, after spending a little time smushed between the stinking, sweating rumps of two large silver and gold dragons, and beneath the odorous tail-feathers of an obese owl looking to gas up a comfy cushion before starting his shift, Drelfrumm comes over to tell you that it’s time to head back to the inn, having been spending much of his breaks playing with or assisting his baker friend with moving sacks of cinnamon and brown sugar for transport. You inform him you’re going to go and see what Noctrus wants first but then you’ll rejoin him, heading over to the warehouse where the black dragon is waiting while Amerst finishes reviewing the last of the inventory intake logs with the supervising hippo.

“Hello there, human friend!” the dragon smiles at you and wags his large tail, turning to speak with his tiger a moment, “Permission to be dismissed?”

Amerst turns from the section of the warehouse the hippo is indicating with a slight nod before both anthros study the clipboard further. Noctrus nudges you with his snout as he tells you to follow him, heading in the direction of the “love shack”, and you feel a bit nervous as you wonder what sort of fun he’s planning with you; the bulge in the front of his leather pants is hard to miss and he makes no attempts at hiding it either. But the dragon heads around the back of the warehouse instead, glancing around before he tells you undress, and now you’re very confused. Noctrus snickers as he leans in close, slipping a claw down your trousers as he pulls them down for you and at last explains his plan.

“So, I’ll slip you down inside my diaper, and then smuggle you secretly back to the stables so you’ll have more time to play with us,” he smiles and purrs as he gives your underwear a tug to help remove them, “That way, you can spend the night with us without having to worry about these silly breaks getting in the way.”

“Wait, won’t it be obvious you’ve got someone in your diaper?” you ask, watching the dragon’s hind legs twitching excitedly, “And then how will I get back in the morning without anyone noticing?”

“Oh, leave all of that to me, little buddy,” the black dragon smiles as he licks his wet silver tongue across your dick and belly.

You aren’t too sure about the details of this plan, but the big dragon has every confidence for you as he scoops you up with his claw, opposable digit around your navel, before he pulls back the rim of his leather diaper and lowers you down the front, huffing as he feels your body sliding across the length of his erection. Pants keeping you pinned against his penis, you feel the tacky weight of Noctrus’ warm, firm shaft across your belly and chest as the dragon lays down on his belly and begins grinding across you smoothly, pressing your back into the smooth fuzzy lining of his diaper, little pants and huffs reaching your ears from above as you feel the reptile’s massive musky member sweating and rubbing on top of you. But then, soon after he has started, the dragon rolls onto his side and you feel the smooth scales of his large claw across your shoulders and back as he begins to maneuver you in his diaper towards the tail end, whining as you hear him sigh that he wishes he could take a bit more time right now to enjoy you, but- as you come nose first to his scaly butt- there will be plenty of time very soon. His reptilian rump plops down on top of you as he starts rubbing his anus across your face with a huff, and as a smelly little puff of gas leaks from his stinky pucker, you think you’re in for another round of deep dragon farts like be shared earlier this afternoon, but instead, you grimace and gasp as you feel the folds of his anus pressing more than usual across your cheeks, the ring of his rectum starting to expand outwards across your forehead and chin, the muscles of his bowels clenching around your head as you feel a slight suction. Then you feel another tug, and with a nasty squelching sound, find yourself pulled deeper into Noctrus’ anal hole, his rectum expanding to encompass your shoulders, before there’s another sucking squelch and you feel the stinky, sticky folds swallowing you up to your elbows, then going to work on your wrists more steadily until he’s got you in up to your fingers and almost your waist. Like the females before him, the big black dragon enjoys the feeling of your cock tickling the edges of his rectum as he feels you sliding inside him deeper, and then he goes to work on your knees and legs, slowly pulling you inside his butt, the world a slimy blue tube but the musk and natural odor much worse than even the muskiest dragon vagina you’ve experienced, and as you feel your ankles sliding in under his thick tail, the traces of brown on the surrounding intestinal walls are starting to show more thickly as you grimace, feeling the warmth of Noctrus’ dung slide stickily across your skin.

“Ahhh… almost… in there… little buddy!” the dragon’s words reach your ears faintly, though you can imagine he must be nearly shouting at you, as you feel a brush from the tips of his claws along the bottom of your feet, “I know it smells really bad, but hopefully it’s comfortable for you!”

You don’t want to even open your mouth to reply, the stench having become truly oppressive as you try to breathe through mostly pursed lips, feeling the sway of Noctrus’s body without as he turns, possibly to say something to a nearby dragon. But as he does so, things get even grosser as you feel his bowels clench around you once again, the bases of your feet sliding inside his tail hole as the ring of his anus puckers closed once more over them, this contraction having the unfortunate effect of pulling you deeper into his intestines, your upper half shifting around a slight bend as you come face first with… well, the natural byproduct of a grown dragon’s appetite. With a disgusting spluktch, you’re pushed headfirst into the giant lump of sticky brown mess, emerged up to your upper chest in the foul filthy substance as your legs squirm against the intestinal walls just around the curve, which seems to trigger something deep within the dragon’s body, as you feel that hot muddy encasement pressing down stickily around your arms and torso, the disorienting position confusing you for a moment until you realize Noctrus’ bowels just seem to be responding to realign you more completely within his poop. You feel the gentle swaying of the dragon’s body from without now as he starts walking again, the slight squishing of his compacted dung in which you’re now buried up to your ankles preventing you from seeing or hearing anything that’s going on outside of his intestines, though at this point you mostly wish you didn’t have to smell much either. Well, you consider as Noctrus starts walking again after a minute or two, trapped so deeply in his dung you can’t even squirm now, you certainly have to give the dirty dragon credit for finding the perfect hiding place for you, as you can’t imagine Amerst reaching inside or sniffing up his butt to discover you, not that he probably could anyway with how far up into his bowels you’re stuck.

You conclude the dragon must be standing and talking for another few minutes, probably preparing to depart with the other Windbourne Riders, soon proven correct as you feel a sudden bounce as Noctrus pushes himself up off the ground using his hind legs, followed by a series of smaller motions as he flaps his great wings to gain the desired altitude. The flight from the docks at the city’s eastern port to the southern farms takes about twenty minutes, including the time to reach the Windbourne stables, and while the houses and city watch barracks look lovely illuminated by candle and moonlight on a starry summer night like this one, you of course can’t see or smell anything except for the dragon dung all around you. It is a long and disgusting journey over the outlying residences tapering into vast fields, over the pastures and commons and crops of cabbage, beans, corn, and wheat, as the hot bowels gently rock with the little squelchings of the poop around you, and you can only sigh and grimace and rest inside the reptile’s rear end. At long last, you feel a series of smaller bounces as Noctrus flaps to descend, alighting in the field near his stables and the lowering of his body as he kneels down to allow his rider to dismount, before the swaying resumes as the dragon plods towards the barn entrance. There’s a wobble as you feel his body turning, a slight jiggling sensation as he must be waggling his rump, and then, finally, you feel the movement of the hot dung around you, the contracting squash of the bowels as peristalsis begins- Noctrus is pooping.

His bowels press and squeeze around you and the dung, inching you forward towards the excretory exit, as you feel yourself moving with the prolonged contraction. There’s a pressure a moment later around your feet and ankles, the tightening of his intestine easing off along your legs as they slide free of his sphincter, and you wiggle them to loosen the dung casing, as even the slight motion afforded to you in his diaper instead of being compacted in his anal cavity feels liberating after all this time. You squirm slightly to loosen the filth around your arms as you feel yourself sliding out of the reptile’s rectum, the pressure along your shoulders and finally your head shifting as you’re deposited into the dragon’s diaper, the stickiness of the hot dung you wriggle free of spreading out to fill his pants as you’re now stuck down inside his leather sack as before. And though it’s technically less constraining than being trapped deep up his rump, being stuck down inside a dragon’s dirty diaper is not a very pleasant place to be, especially since your scaly friend is not finished pooping, and your groans and complaints are quickly muffled by the outpouring of more hot, sticky dragon dung as Noctrus’ poopy pants fill out more with you inside, the filth pushing outwards across your head and down your chest as the black dragon continues his dump, albeit keeping things a bit more snugly contained as opposed to a cloth diaper’s sagging. There’s a shifting motion of the dragon’s balls rubbing slightly across your legs- though you can really only feel the uncomfortably warm stickiness of his poop- and it doesn’t take long to realize that of course Noctrus has a claw down the front of his pants and is noisily masturbating as he fills his diaper, the lewd beast grunting and huffing as you can make out little sighs of pleasured relief accompanying the squelch of the dung being added onto that already present.

You’re relieved when you don’t feel another hot lump of dragon dung pushing forth from his pucker to slop against you, waiting for Noctrus to finish pleasuring himself and finally be free of all this filthiness. But then you feel that familiar shifting sensation as the diaper descends along with you, and there’s a large, disgusting spluktchhh as Noctrus sits down on top of you, pinning you in a new poopy position as he begins scooting his heavy hindquarters around, smudging and smearing his dung against and around you, with a continual skuptch… plucktch… prruukk… along with the more muffled thump… plapp…swussh… of his masturbating as the back of his claw swishes along the soft lining of the diaper’s interior. You wonder how long the dirty dragon is going to enjoy you in there, really wanting an actual break from all of this dung as opposed to the slight breaths of fresher air as the lantern light agitates your eyes when he pulls back the rim of the diaper to give you a little respite before the stinky, sticky squashing resumes, but you can hear the voices of the others in the barn now that you’re out: “You sure made quite a stinker there, scaly!” “Our naughty Noctrus, don’t be too dirty with that poor human… I want a turn too!” “Sheeew! You win dirtiest diaper for the day, my friend!” Several minutes longer of being sat and smushed beneath his silver seat around in his dung, you feel the black dragon rising to his feet and trotting along a short ways, before the leather pants are slipped free from his thick tail to fall down along his hind legs and into the grassy field with a vulgar spluktch, gravity doing most of the work since his pants are brimming with poop. You climb out of the revolting mess, the warm summer night air feeling slightly cool on your sticky, sweaty body by comparison, blinking up at the starry sky above as Noctrus smiles and purrs down at you, sniffing his dirty diaper and you for comparison and groaning as he clamps a claw across his snout before inclining his head to grin at you.

“Sorry to keep you in there a little longer than may have been comfortable, little human friend,” the black dragon begins rearing up over you as you see the tip of his blue arousal glistening with a big drop of pre, the big beast huffing as he begins tugging his cock with a claw, “It feels… so good… having… uhhnn… h-huhh… a f-friend down there, especially after pooping. I need to… get off… mmmnn… please wait… a- huhh...”

You sit in the grass as the dragon pants and huffs and moans a few moments until a glistening syrupy string of hot white cum jets from the head of his blue penis, splashing across your forehead and dribbling down your cheek. Noctrus collapses to the ground, smiling and heaving as he catches his breath from all the excitement, chuckling as he tells you that while his seed has a wonderfully sweet taste, you probably don’t want to try it now until you’ve gotten all washed up. Besides, he adds as he narrows his eyes and purrs more deeply, silver tongue lolling as he huffs at you, there will be plenty more time this evening for you to enjoy it, and the rest of him as well. You turn to the sound of footsteps in the grass as Noctrus resumes pawing at his penis, watching the other dragons venture over from the barn, recognizing Kelsyre and of course Prexa, but there is also an unfamiliar male with purple scales and darker fur about his ankles and chest, and a turquoise-furred female with a shaggy teal underbelly and feathered wings. The other four dragons chuckle as they crowd around to observe you, giving you those signature sniffs as they jerk their snouts back from your revolting stench, joined by a big beaver wearing a pair of jean overalls and a ferret about your size with brown and cream fur.

Prexa smiles as she steps forward to introduce you to the other dragons: “He’s our new little human friend, and Noctrus was kind enough to bring him back to us for the evening.”

“This is Apheron,” the purple dragon inclines his head in a little bow, shaking the fluffy mane running down his neck with a toothy smile, “And this is Meldelle,” the turquoise dragon places a claw across her fluffy chest as she also gives you a little bow, before she steps forward to observe you with a few tilts of her fluffy head.

“You are a cute little human, and I bet you’d feel very nice tucked between my legs,” Prexa agrees with a giggle and a huff, “But Noctrus has left you a dreadful mess. We should get you cleaned up before playing, and luckily…” she plods forward a few steps until she’s standing overtop of you, squatting down near your head as you find yourself staring up between her shaggy hind legs into the lighter teal folds of her dragon vagina, “I also need to pee right now.”

Her teal slit parts slightly as you see her hind legs shudder, Meldelle giving a huff and lengthy sigh of relief and pleasure as she begins peeing onto your face, the female’s stream spraying across your nose and upper lip, flowing down your cheeks and splashing your chin and chest, hot urine smelling of musk as you feel a tiny pooling between your pectorals. The dragon continues as she groans and sighs and wiggles her flanks with a little giggle, splashing your hair and forehead as she lets her yellow urine spill forth, stepping back slightly to piss onto your chest, and moving a pace foreword to drench your forehead and hair more thoroughly, as you hear the others laughing and pawing as they watch her soaking you. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Apheron steps forward and expresses his desire- and intent- to pee on your legs and loins, the purple male aiming his large lavender dick towards your waist as you feel the hot dragon urine spraying along your groins and cock and balls, flowing across your knees and down each leg in turn while Meldelle continues along your face, moans from Kelsyre and Prexa as they wish they were able to join in the fun. Being peed on by two big dragons is more than enough, as you’re drenched completely before the fluffy female is even halfway emptied, Apheron huffing as he suggests they switch places so he can enjoy hosing your face down and maybe Meldelle would like a turn along your loins, an offer which she is quite happy to accept, the two dragons pausing for a small moment as their streams stop with a little trickling before Apheron lumbers forward and you watch a claw adjusting his big dragon dick to resuming peeing along your forehead, while Meldelle trots back, nearly rump to rump with her companion as she squats and resumes her pissing over your cock and groins, both dragons moaning and sighing while they pee.

“Huhh… that was certainly an enjoyable bit of fun,” Apheron gives his lavender dick a few tugs with his claw to ensure the last few droplets of pee are all gone while Meldelle’s steam trickles off near your loins, the dragons stepping back as they grin down at you and admire their dirty amusement, “We’ve certainly covered our little friend out of both ends this evening, hmm hmm. I think he deserves a proper shower.”

You stand as some of the loose dung falls off into the grass, dripping with dragon urine, sighing as your companions continue physically enjoying the sight of the mess, Apheron and Noctrus sitting and pawing in the grass while the beaver’s pink erection sticks through an open slit in his overalls, likely installed for that purpose more than anything you’d wager. The fields stretch for miles in any given direction, illuminated by a waxing gibbous moon and a sky bright with stars, as you see the shadows of barns, stables, and stalks of half-ripened corn and wheat standing at attention in the still warm evening, the distant ramparts of the city walls towards the southern gate the only landmark reminding you that you’re no longer back in your village in the southern part of the continent, those windmills standing sentinel like strange trees in the night. You follow the dragons back towards the lighted stables a short ways away, as the beaver introduces himself as Carlisle and the ferret as Noll, the frisky little fellow questioning you relentlessly as he gives his dick a few intermittent tugs, slipping alongside you as he sniffs your filthy body and giggles and fans a paw before his muzzle, as you gather that he and Carlisle are the two stable hands here, having been working with the Riders for about a year. The iridescent purple shells and orange glow of lantern beetles signaling across the field catch your gaze along with a massive pile of dragon dung a short ways from the stables as you near the entrance- Noll chuckles as he tells you that’s just from Apheron from earlier before you’d arrived, the purple dragon lifting his tail and waggling his rump in your face to show you the evidence; most of the dragons go outside to relieve themselves when the weather is nice, and the local farmers will come and collect it for fertilizer tomorrow morning, he explains before pointing out an outhouse you can use as well, but there’s also a toilet inside, as these are Windbourne Rider stables, after all. You stop a moment to look past the stables at the large manor house standing atop the nearby hill, two stories of bright windows and gabled roofs, as Noll tells you that’s where the Riders live.

Large white and tan moths shimmer with a silver mist around the lanterns as you step inside the stable entrance, revealing a sizable wooden barn with comfortable sleeping areas and fine paw-stitched beds piled with pillows and cushions in each of the dragon’s stalls, delineated by a golden placard above each section on which is inscribed their name and the name of their Rider. Meldelle steps forward and nudges you towards a door at the left of a small corridor past the stalls, through which is a dragon toilet along with a large walk-in shower, framed with a crimson curtain hung from golden rings with a fine golden filigree at the base, reminding you of the capes worn by some of the Riders in illustrations you’ve seen in books you used to wonder at for hours as a child. Perhaps your heroes aren’t the most incredible beings in the entire world as you’d hoped, you consider as you step into the shower and begin running the water, sighing in relief as it feels wonderful to get all of that sticky filth off yourself finally, but it does seem they live almost as luxuriously as you’d imagined, leading you to wonder how amazing the manor must be compared to these stable accommodations. You’re enjoying the smell of the lavender-scented soap, lost in thought as your gaze wanders over the polished wood grain of the shower interior, when you feel the brush of a velveteen snout and warm air huffing along your lower back, turning to see the smiling face of Meldelle as the teal dragon steps into the shower with you, purring as she reaches out a claw for the soap.

“I hope the shower is comfortable for you, little friend?” the dragon washes across your chest and down your legs, where you’ve still been in the process of cleaning, as you nod.

“Indeed, thank you,” you pet her wet snout as she nuzzles you and purrs, looking past her outside toward the stables, “And thank you for the washing, although… I was concerned Apheron and Noctrus would be barging in here to make me a mess again.”

The teal dragon laughs as she brushes the smooth pad of her claw down your back, pulling you into her damp chest fur for a hug as the warm water pours across you both.

“Oh, they certainly would have, though I believe Noll convinced them to join him for their filthy fun,” she plants a big kiss across your upper chest, giving your cheek a little lick, “He’s a very eager little friend, and they often clean up on him by the brook outside. Which also means…” she huffs and brushes her claw pad down your belly, pressing her foreclaw along your penis, “We have some time to ourselves for the moment…”

Meldelle rears up and braces herself along the back wall of the shower, her horns nearly touching the ceiling as she reaches down to part the folds of her dragon pussy with her foreclaw, her sex at the same height as your face. The dragon chuckles and huffs, feeling your eyes upon her as she fingers herself with her soft digits, water dripping from the shaggy joints of her forelegs and chin as she moans and sighs, removing her claw tips with a long, sticky strand between them, brushing the back of her soft claw along your cheek and holding the tips beneath your nostrils so you can smell the warm musk of her sex. Reaching down to give your cock a little tug with a smile and a small giggle, Meldelle shifts her lower half forward with an amorous growl, the damp fur of her loins sopping at your cheeks as the warm teal folds of her dragon sex slop warmly across your nose and forehead, filling your nostrils with the pungent odor of the fluffy beast’s musky privates, her loins and inner flanks pressing you to the smooth polished wooden walls as you hear her huffing and growling, feeling you breathing between her legs. The teal dragon wiggles her flanks against you as you feel the sticky folds of her labia parting to engulf your face more completely, the hot and musky flesh slipping around your cheeks and chin like a pungent mask, the dragon keeping you pinned to the wall as she thrusts herself against you, pressing your head inside her slit as much as she can as her gasps and moans become muffled as the wet flesh of her vulva slides over your ears and chin with a series of sticky little squelches. You feel the dragon’s weight pushing down upon you as Meldelle exhales from both nostrils with a lengthy sigh turning into a guttural huff as she sits down across your face, the damp fur of her flanks pinning you as you feel the warmth of her anus brush near your navel, as the teal female begins humping and bouncing along your head in this position, warm teal musk and glow filling your nose and vision as the sticky suckling of her shifting vulva fills your ears, the dragon huffing with teal tongue drooling and panting as she alternates between pressing and clenching and taking in and pushing out your head up to your cheeks.

“Uhhnnn… mrrrnnn… huhhh… g-good human…” Meldelle’s panted words become easier and more difficult to hear as the press of her dragon pussy shifts over and away from your ears, as you feel a few droplets of a sweet and creamy-smelling secretion spattering your forehead and cheek as she continues thrusting, “Oh, ohhhh! Hrrn… huh, huh! C-close now… need you… huhmmm… deep inside to finish...!”

Rolling back slowly with your head still inside her and using her smooth claw pad along your lower back and buttocks for support and then leverage, the eager dragon begins to push you into the sticky teal tube between her legs, the sweet smell growing stronger as you feel your arms and chest and belly and legs sliding up into the slimy space. Her deep moan fills the shower as she has to stop halfway to avoid climaxing too quickly, the sound of her panting while she catches her breath muffled by the squelching of her flesh all around you, the humid air of the shower space feeling cooler by comparison like the summer night before to the heady heat along your upper body inside her vagina. She gulps and resumes with her claw caressing down one leg, and then the other, gasping and squeezing her pussy along your penis as she feels the shaft sliding over the edges of her labia, another larger spurt of creamy cum spluttering stickily along your hair and forehead as the dragon groans, pants again for a few moments, and continues to take you deeper inside, brushing the side of a single claw tip along the bases of both of your feet as her pelvic muscles now do the remainder of the work. Yet this is all too much for Meldelle- so heated and stimulated is the female from enjoying your head inside her that only a few moments of clenching after your feet have scarcely been sucked between her slippery folds before you feel a hot, sticky splash of thick, creamy cum as she climaxes along your body, the syrupy warmth oozing down your arms and legs and across your ankles to dribble onto the polished wood floor of the shower as her bellowing, moaning roar subsides into whining panting. And like the female dragons before her, she keeps you inside and lets you both slowly catch your breath before she pushes you back out, and you notice at some point she turned off the water while she was enjoying you, but giggles as she brings you up along her chest, purring and huffing as her seed sticks in her wet fur, taking you limb by limb into her mouth as she hopes you had as nice a time as she did, her warm dark teal lips sucking gently along your dick until you cum too and she smiles, licking yours and hers off your loins and inner thighs.

“Mmmm… sorry, little one. I wanted to go longer with you up there, but you just felt so good, I couldn’t hold myself back,” Meldelle purrs as she kisses your hair and forehead repeatedly, petting down your back with her soft digits and smooth claw pad, “Mmmmnn… have you ever had nougat before? My seed tastes just like that wonderful cream sometimes filling these wonderful treats called chocolates the knights enjoy after dinner. I can get you some to try- they are all delicious! But meanwhile…” she brings you back down along her heaving chest, down her plump belly and along her loins, parting the dripping folds of her pussy with her claw as she gently inclines your head towards it with the opposite pad, her rich creamy scent filling your nose, “Perhaps you would like to sample from the source, hmm?”

“Are you two having fun in there?” you turn from Meldelle’s sex to see Prexa purring at the entrance to the shower, the pink dragon snickering as she observes your position, “Meldelle, you ought to get cleaned up, as we have dinner soon.”

“Mmmhnn, I know…” the teal dragon whines as you feel her claw push your face into the creamy white sliminess between her legs, muffling the remainder of her words in stickiness, “But I wuh-wanted to enjoy this cute little human before I have to go out on patrol. Mmm…”

The furred female explains that she’s obligated to go and have dinner along with the other dragons and their Riders as she moans and pets down your back as you sample some of the sweet cream slime from her vulva, clenching along your head a few times before she pushes you out with a squelch and a sigh. Handing you the soap so you can return the favor, you begin washing her neck and down her fat belly, the soft dragon rolling onto her side so you have easier reach, lifting her forelegs so you can clean beneath them- she’s rather musky in those under-joints, yes, but not as ripe as Lilltra’s leg pits last night. Her tail end is another story- thankfully not dirty, she does of course pin you to the smooth wooden wall and give you a wet smooch with her dragon pucker, though you are grateful she doesn’t have gas at the moment, just a musky rear with a little bit of dried dung on her anus. The dragon huffs and gives an amorous growl as you wash her vagina, clamping the muscle down across your hand and pulling your entire arm inside her with a long squelch, pulsing her warm flesh along you as she teases again about sucking you back inside her sex. As you wash her, Meldelle tells you that she wishes you could join them for dinner, but of course your presence here is a secret and you’re still a bit full from lunch earlier and used to eating a little later anyway. She uses her claws to give you another washing, yawning as she stretches her legs and wings- playing with you has been great fun and a wonderful way to take care of her “morning heat,” she purrs, as she and Apheron sleep much of the day usually since they have night patrol around the village parameter, watching for bandits and other unsavory suspects.

The teal dragon shakes herself off after leaving the shower, spraying droplets of water all over the bathroom, apologizing as she fetches a large towel and begins to help you dry, purring as Noll joins to return the favor with the second towel. Prexa and the others give you a nuzzle, the pink dragon smiling as she kisses your penis with her large lips, then the reptiles head out of the stables and off to the manor for dinner, Noctrus saying he’ll bring you back a nice plate of food and Meldelle telling you she’ll convince Lizelle to spare a few chocolates so you can try them later, promising to return in about an hour. You head over to Noctrus’ stall in order to fetch your clothes, realizing as you lift your trousers that everything is quite musky from having been smuggled in the front of the black dragon’s diaper and could probably use a washing first. You ask Noll about a pump or faucet or maybe a tub somewhere you could borrow to do so, but Carlisle steps forward with a grin instead, paw wrapped around his big beaver cock as he steps forward to press it to your navel with a huff and a chuckle as he pats your shoulder with a paw.

“Oh, don’t worry about that right now, human,” the beaver snickers with a wink as he pulls you into a hug against the jean surface, “Dragons’re going to be havin’ dinner for a while so… I thought we might have ourselves a little fun? Howzabout I show you why I call these my ‘odor-alls’, heheh!”

“I just showered, too…” you sigh as Carlisle begins grinding his cock along your belly, holding you close with his fuzzy arm along your back as he sighs and huffs across your hair and forehead. While not as large as a dragon, he’s likely a good eight feet and significantly heavier than you, like most larger anthros, so you know you probably can’t win in an argument as he begins to reach a paw around back to unbutton the flap along the seat of his overalls, stepping forward as he pushes you with his big beaver belly and pins you to the wooden wall of the stable with a buck-toothed grin. You turn to Noll for help but the ferret is sitting on one of the cushions in Kelsyre’s stall, pawing his little penis as he smiles and giggles at you, telling you as the beaver huffs and continues to rub his dick against your belly that Carlisle plays with him all the time, and since you’re the new smaller friend it’s your turn to provide his fellow stablehand with enjoyment, but he’ll be more than happy to watch. The fat beaver withdraws his weight after another moment of grinding and turns around with his flat tail flagging, flap hanging loose to reveal his big brown furry buttocks, spanking them with a paw as the flab and fur jiggle and Carlisle chuckles, mooning you near the wall so you can’t shove past him. Placing a paw on the back of your head, he pushes your face forward into the thick and musky fur of his big beaver butt crack, your cheeks sliding smoothly between his with a shuffling sound as your nose is filled with the stench of his unwashed anus, and soon, the pungent presence of his pucker pressing into your nostrils.

“Mmhnn… prubbtt… frrupptt! Hmmnn… how do ya like the smell of my big ol’ beaver butt, lil’ human?” Carlisle snickers as he presses your face in deep for those small but smelly animal farts, “I been washin’ dragon beds and sweepin’ an’ dustin’ these stalls n’ stables all day, shovelin’ huge piles a’dragon dung for the farmers this mornin’, so I’ve worked up quite a stink back there, I’m sure!”

The beaver keeps your face pressed into his big butt a little longer, enough to ensure you’ve gotten a very deep whiff and his gas is starting to dissipate, before you feel the pressure of his paw along your own buttocks, lifting you up and into the back of his pants. He moans and you grimace as your head and chest slide into the soft, warm, sweaty fur of his brown butt, feeling the heat of his fat fuzzy balls along your thighs as he uses his paw across the back of your shoulders to ensure he’s got you tucked in just as he likes, the cramped position reminding you a little of being stuck down those parrot pants earlier when Scarvy played with you. With a long sigh, you hear a muffled moan and the sound of the beaver masturbating around front as he buttons the back of his butt flap over your back, his rump wiggling with the swishing shuffling of his thick fur as your nose wrinkles in the stink of his wrinkled beaver butthole before Carlisle grunts and passes a lengthier fart, sighing and chuckling as he hears- and feels- you complaining between his big sweaty cheeks, patting his rudder tail lightly along the closed flap as he laughs and farts some more. He paws and sighs and shuffles in the stench, leaving you thankful his overalls aren’t as confining as Noctrus’ leather diaper or even Prexa’s panties, the gap between the flap and his tail allowing for better air flow so at least the stench doesn’t linger as terribly- well, perhaps, “as thickly” would be more apt, as the gassy beaver’s farts don’t smell better than any other animal’s you’ve experienced thus far.

“Hruuhmm… yeah… prubbfftt… hahhh… you passed the odor-alls test, friend,” Carlisle sighs as he rubs in that last fart, fur sweating against your head and chest, “Now, let’s see how you do fer a cushion!”

With a long sigh, half of which is muffled by his furry weight, you feel the overalls shift as the big beaver’s big fat backside sits down on top of you with a soft whumpf! Your face sinks deeper between his cheeks, the puckered heat of his beaver butthole foul and flush with your nose, rubbing it’s warm stink into your nostrils as Carlisle paws and enjoys the feeling of you beneath his bum, scooting his fat buttocks on top of you, the sweaty fur of each cheek brushing it’s damp warmth onto those of your face as the big beaver wiggles his hips, pressing your back into the smooth surface of the overalls. He grunts and passes a long and smelly pssshhffpptt, the hot and reeking fart hissing out of his anus as the warm orifice blows you a filthy kiss, opening again along your nostrils with a nosier flurrrmmpnntt, followed with a bubblier plluurrppbblltt, Carlisle sighing and rubbing in each fart throughly, his furry cheeks doing a better job at this angle of keeping the stink right in your nose as you squirm and groan beneath his butt as the smell intensifies quickly. The big beaver chuckles and unbuttons his butt flap so you can poke your head out for some air that doesn’t smell like his farts, the damp short fur of his balls continuing to drench your legs in hot sweat, petting down your chest as he pats your head with his paw a couple times, sniffing at the stink he’s filling the barn with- “Sheeew-Wheee! I can smell why ya needed a bit’a fresh air there, lil’ human!” Noll resumes pawing his little ferret dick at this comment, fanning the air and snickering before his own comments on the odor are lost when Carlisle’s paw pushes you back down his britches and beneath his big, smelly beaver butt for further farts into your face and big, sweaty, furry scoots.

The remainder of the hour passes, along with Carlisle’s stinking beaver gas, under his rudder tail as he scoots on your face and enjoys you cushioning his fluffy butt a while longer. Thankfully, though he does fart many more times and they all smell as bad as the last, taking a long breath of fresher air as the beaver chuckles and fans a paw before his own nose, he doesn’t have as much gas as a dragon, so you’re smelling as much festering flatulence as fresh farting underneath him. He tires of sitting on you eventually, unbuttoning his odorous overalls as you squirm free of his stinky trap door, covered in the smells and sweat of his beaver butt as he gives you a nice deep sniff and grimaces, holding his pot belly as he guffaws, then lifts you up and carries you to Apheron’s bed and lays you down on your back with a big, sweet smile. Carlisle tucks his cock back into the slit of his pants with one last tug, loosening the straps of the overalls along his shoulders as he wriggles out of them, his huge beaver body steaming with sweat as he looms overtop of you a moment before laying down across your body with a groan and a soft whump as all the damp fur and fat smushes you into the bed, his tacky shaft pressing hotly along your thigh before he sighs and pants along your forehead, humping and thrusting across your loins and belly. The amorous animal sighs and grunts and moans, shifting and sweating and pressing you into the fluffy softness of the lining of the bed, dampening the cotton of the pillows near your legs, the cushion at your head as Carlisle’s cock rubs across your hips and belly, the ripe musk of his thick, wet coat filling your nose as you grimace, your complaints about his beaver body odor just making him hornier, pushing his armpit into your face as he grinds near your navel, grinding his cock along yours as he encourages you to smell his musk.

The other dragons return from their meal a few minutes later, as you hear them chatting and then chuckling at the sight of their larger smaller friend still humping away at you, a hot dot of beaver pre resting stickily along your waist. Apheron leans his large purple head down with a smile, asking if you’re enjoying yourself down there as you give an affirmative grumble as Carlisle’s chubby belly flops warmly across your face as the eager beaver humps upwards, the other dragons relaxing around the barn to enjoy the fun. Carlisle sits his soggy beaver balls across your face a second time, as you grimace at the incredible potency of his ripe muskiness, fuzzy orbs sweating heavily across your nose as he pants and pulls at his penis above, rubbing his stinky sac around your nostrils as your nose sinks between his large nuts. The beaver lies back down on you again, humping away as he pants and moans, and the slapping sound of his tacky dick across your skin isn’t the only one, as you hear Kelsyre having fun with Noll in his stall after an excited yelp from the frisky little ferret. With a prolonged groan and a long, deep sigh, you feel a splash of sticky heat along your groin and lower belly, as Carlisle cums and lays there on top of you, both sweating and panting and you reeking of beaver musk, as the sounds of Kelsyre and the other dragons relaxing, purring and enjoying themselves fill the stables, the big beaver lumbering off of you with a satisfied sigh several minutes later.

“Mmm… I’d reckon you passed all the right tests there, human,” Carlisle wraps you in a big fuzzy hug, “Shame you had fun with Meldelle earlier though. Would’ve been great to feel that cute lil’ cock a’yours rubbin’ near mine.”

“Well, now that you two have had your fun,” Prexa steps into the stall, tittering and purring as she pats her big belly with a claw, “I think it’s time for our human friend to enjoy some after-dinner dragon farts, hmm hmm. And other pleasurable activities, hurrhnn…”

“Yes, let’s get our friend washed up so that we can have time to enjoy him before we must-”

Apheron’s words are interrupted as the sound of the door being opened causes everyone to turn in stunned silence. You feel the scales of Prexa’s claw sweeping you quickly into a very familiar part of her body, the fuchsia folds engulfing and slurping you inside with a wet squelching sound before you can quite register what’s happening, feeling the light brush of her claw tips along the bottoms of your feet as she pleasures herself. You can’t quite make out what’s being said, but you hear the pink dragon’s moans over the squelching around you, something like two unfamiliar voices and the unintelligible noises of Apheron and Meldelle responding, then the pressure of the dragon’s vagina contracting around you as she pushes you back out. You see the smiling face of Prexa upside down before you sit up to find that the teal and purple dragons have departed, off to begin their nightly patrols, as the remaining three dragons breath a sigh of relief, Carlisle commenting that was a bit too close for comfort. Kelsyre cuddles with Noll in his stall, having taken a break from humping him for the moment, as Prexa nudges you to your feet.

“While I most certainly wish to push you back inside my slippery slit,” the female snickers as she directs you in the direction of the shower with a gentle push of her claw along your lower back, “I do not enjoy having anyone else’s, or my own, for that matter, farts or dirtiness inside my pussy.”

“What if I had to fart while you were playing with me?” you ask out of curiosity as you head down the small corridor, “I’m guessing it wouldn’t be the first time?”

“Hmm, I would treat you like the other little ones in that case,” the dragon snorts as she pulls back the shower curtain and gestures you to enter with an upturned foreclaw, “And give you a hot queef in return.”

“Don’t you and other dragons like making me stink of your sex and musk, though?” you ask as you start the water and Prexa enters the shower behind you, “So you like being very ripe down there as well.”

“Yes, but that is a different type of dirtiness,” Prexa clarifies as you begin to wash and she grunts and holds out a claw for the soap, wanting to wash your body herself, “It is preferable to have you clean so we can better appreciate how strongly we can apply our own smells to you. You humans do not have strong enough noses to appreciate how exciting this feels, but for dragons and many anthros, it is highly arousing.”

Prexa cleans down your chest and belly, washing and playing with your cock with a giggle as she tugs it with her soapy claw, then hands you the soap and pivots, presenting you with her vagina and insisting you wash her so she can enjoy you properly. She huffs and slurps up your arm just like Meldelle, teasing about how delightful it will be to get you all the way inside again soon, but for now… she low-growls and pins you to the polished wooden wall with her sticky folds, grinding her sex across your features as she exhales through her nostrils. The dragon withdraws and squats to instead pin your head with her anus, musky folds opening with a wet pllurrrppmnntt that fills the shower space with a rank and festering odor, Prexa laughing as she gives her hindquarters a measured wiggle to press in the gaseous stench, her muffled pawing and tease that this is just a little preview of many more dragon farts to come reaching your ears faintly. She chuckles as the smell lingers while she finishes washing you, giving you a big kiss on the forehead as she wraps you in the large cream towel and tucks you under her foreleg to carry you back to the barn when finished, laying you down on her bed atop a little nest of very soft pillows, drying you off as she purrs, removing the towel to lay on top of you as she allows the natural heat of her large scaly body to dry the rest. She asks if you’re hungry and gets you the plate she smuggled back, concealing it beneath her wing and unfurling it to reveal a delicious arrangement of roast beef with ground mustard, roasted vegetables, and mashed potatoes with a thick gravy. She cuddles you while you eat, chuckling as Kelsyre and Noctrus hump along Noll and Carlisle respectively, and you’re thankful the green dragon’s farts are far enough away as he sits that they don’t ruin your appetite, filtered by the small window at the back of his stall.

“Did you enjoy your dinner, little one?” the pink dragon takes your empty plate and sets it off beside the bed when you’ve finished, huffing as she rises and turns, lifting her thick tail and waggling her fat white hindquarters over you, “Now that you have finished eating…” she sits her big bottom down with a soft fwump, scooting you into the cushions and bed as the warmth of her now-washed anus finds its preferred place on your nose, “It’s time to start smell- frrrummplllttt! Ahhhh…. couldn’t hold that one in any longer, hmm hmm. Now… just relax and… prrlllppmmnntt… huhhh… those are rather wet, aren’t they? You just get comfy, my little fart cushion, and enjoy my big gassy bottom.”

Prexa’s haunches wiggle across your shoulders as her plump rump rubs your chest and her anus slicks across your face as she sits and farts for several long and lingering minutes, huffing and giggling as she shifts her backside gently to allow you some fresher air when her stink gets to be too strong for you. She pleasures herself and huffs, moaning softly as she rubs her labia against your belly, keeping your face flush with her pungent pucker, starting to smell with sweat from the excitement, passing another prrufffnnpptt as you hear the other dragons laughing and clapping their claws at the rude sound, but then gets off of you a moment later. She turns to grin at you with a gleam in her green eyes as she trots off a short ways, telling you not to go anywhere, and you see Noctrus waddling overtop of you before she’s done speaking, the big black dragon promising her that you won’t before you find yourself beneath his big blue dick, the male huffing and humping his tacky length across your belly and chest as his warm silver underscales and big scaly balls sweat along your face and legs and loin respectively. Noctrus purrs between his huffing and moaning and growling, telling you breathlessly how glad he is that you decided to come and visit with them, laughing as you remind him that getting stuck up his rear wasn’t something you had much choice in after he pushed you into his diaper, and the dragon replies it is nice to have more time together nonetheless, sitting up and plopping down the hot sweatiness of his ball sac across your head. You hear some brief discussion as Noctrus continues to rub and smear the sweat of his scaly sac along your features, breathing in his musk for a few more minutes before his weight rises up off you with a whine and you look up to see Prexa holding a huge pair of lacy red panties along the tip of her claw, wondering for a moment how many pairs of underwear this dragon posses before she turns and sits down on you again, her rear shifting and leaning along the lining of the bed as she slides the frilly garment over her hind claws and up her legs and haunches. You feel the sheer material brushing along your legs and across your back as she slips you inside while pulling the panties up, holding you in place against her rump with a claw as a little toot slips from her tail hole with an “Oops! I was trying to hold it all in until I had you inside, little one, hee hee!” the dragon tucking her tail through the opening at the back and sitting down on you as she did this afternoon, wiggling you into the smooth fabric beneath her sweating butt and making herself nice and comfortable before shifting to pass a long frrrummpppnnnttt!

Prexa’s pooting pucker continues to sweat and smooch across your face and nose, inundating the panties with the stench of her after-dinner dragon farts as she sits on you and scoots in the smells of her sweating, stinking scales for a good twenty minutes, giggling softly as she removes her claw from the front of her panties and caresses your stinking head with her musky digits, pulling back the brim of her fouled undies to air things out a little with a gentle giggle before pushing you back down inside for more flatulent fun. The fuchsia glow from her rumbling rectum fading as she rubs in the last of her potent dragon farts, the raunchy reptile’s rear lifts off of you as you feel Prexa sauntering slowly away from her bed, keeping your face wedged into her stinking anus as she carries you in her panties down the corridor, the sweat-dampened lacy backing sliding down her haunches and ankles as you find yourself starting up at her hindquarters in the shower. She giggles and gives you several big sniffs, groaning and huffing, purring as she helps you up out of her red panties and swats them out of the shower to wash later, starting the water so she can wash you now, kissing and purring down your chest as she plays with her pussy with her opposite foreclaw, then rears up and pins you to the shower wall, moaning and huffing as she grinds her fuchsia folds into your face a moment before using the muscles to pull you inside her headfirst, sucking you slowly into her fuchsia vulva with a huffing rumble from her throat. You hear her purring and giggling as she teases you with a claw inside her slit, tickling the bases of your feet as the walls clench around your entire body, warm and sticky and musky again from the fun down her undies, feeling the swaying of her body without as she walks back to the stables to enjoy you inside the warm wet world of her vagina. The walls clench and pulse, slimy and comfortingly warm, getting sticker and muskier with time, as the dragon uses her vaginal muscles to push and pull along your body, getting the bases of your feet just a little closer to the opening but never enough to start slipping out, giggling with an excitable little roar as she tugs you back inside, for minutes on end until things start to smell more like strawberries than sweat and sex, a little dribble of pink slime splattering your forehead. Prexa cums slowly in little spurts, covering your body in her slimy strawberry secretions as she pulls and clenches and relaxes as she dribbles before the first big release, a large sticky splash of slimy moisture coating you entirely, dripping down and out onto the pillows of her bed, pink jets along the white scales of her labia as she groans and collapses onto her back, panting and purring as she keeps you inside to recover her energy- “Tonight,” she whispers down with a moan, “We can keep going as much as we want, little one.”

Another wave of hot stickiness splatters all across your naked body in the pulsing fuchsia glow of Prexa’s pussy, how much later, you aren’t quite sure in the lightheadedness of your shared ecstasy, but you’re sure she would love to keep going until she can feel you’re recovered enough to get off with her and probably longer still, except for the muffled voice without as you hear Prexa whine over her panting. She pushes you out, Noctrus purring as his silver forked tongue laps some of the strawberry moisture from your cheeks and chin as he purrs, rubbing at your dick with a claw before tugging more at his own arousal, before Prexa pulls your slippery body up along her fat tummy and smooth chest, starting to lick you clean with a little moan, agreeing to share you with the black dragon if he will return you to her later for further fun, and pink lips and tongue join dark lips and silver tongue in sucking and licking every inch of you cleaner once more. Noctrus carries you back to his stall beneath his foreleg- and he could use a washing under there- laying you across a large pillow atop his bed before his big blue dragon shaft comes down to thrust along your chest as earlier, the dragon sighing and huffing as he announces he’s going to enjoy having you all to himself for a little while now. He’s only a half-dozen humps along, however, before there’s an audible grumble from his lower body, very noticeable given the position of his fat silver stomach brushing along your face as he humps you, and the dragon chuckles as he sits up and pivots to bring down his sweaty silver seat and bright blue pucker across your face, scooting as he gets nice and comfortable and you hear his bowels rumble again as you try in vain to prepare your nose, his tail hole not entirely fresh after a quick rinse in the brook with Noll. Frrrummpptt… prrrubbbbnnpptt… flurrmmpffnntt… pruffpppnnlltt… Noctrus’ warm, wet reptile anus opens over your nose as he unleashes fart after dragon fart, his bowels rumbling loudly on top of you as you feel the warm winds blowing along your cheeks for the next several minutes, the fat dragon sighing and sweating and sitting heavily to press you down into the soft surface of the dampening pillow as he presses and rubs them all in.

“Huhh… frummpplltt… mmhnn… prubbtt!” you squirm as the sweating silver scales lift and the dragon fans a claw before your face with a chuckle, wrapping it back along his erection as his hefty haunches sink back down, “My cute little… prufftt prrublltt! Fart cushion, so nice and comfy for my big scaly rump, hmm hmm. Just… ffruufffnntt… ahhh… enjoy my stink, little human. I’m going to have such fun sharing all of it with you! Prrrupplllbbnntt… ahhh….”

Noctrus sits and sweats and sighs and paws, huffing and panting as he continues farting and rubbing in the many awful smells as the weight and warmth of his smooth butt scales press you into the pillow, his balls sweating near your navel as he plays with his big blue dick. When he at last runs out of gas following a final little ffunntt, he rolls back off of you a moment before beginning to hump you once again, huffing as his scales shimmer with sweat beneath the lanterns’ soft glow, commingling with your own as the big beast moans and grunts and sighs, the steady slap and thrust of his dragon dick across your skin as the other dragons watch and enjoy with their own wet and vocal sounds of pleasure. The silvery moth explores the glass surface of the lantern above at right as you watch for a moment with the smell of dragon musk filling your nostrils, soon feeling the splash of warm sticky fluid as Noctrus climaxes along your loins and belly, filling the stall with the warm smell of cinnamon as he bellows a great moan before collapsing on top of you, his big belly expanding and contracting along your head as he catches his breath and groans softly between pants. The black dragon rolls off you as you hear Noll chuckling and cheering, seeing him sitting in Carlisle’s naked lap as the beaver rubs both of their dicks together between his paw, as Noctrus brings you up his chest and kisses and licks along your sticky waist, holding his claw tips near your lips as he encourages you to sample the sweetness of his seed, the white substance shining with little grains of brown, smelling and tasting like a fresh-baked sweet roll. He cradles you to his chest and rests his great head on your shoulders, purring deeply in your ear as he gently brushes the smooth surface of his claw against your own chest, saying again how happy he is to have more time to play with you this evening, and hoping you’re having a lovely time as well, tugging your cock lightly between the tips of his claw.

“Mind if I have a turn with our human friend, now that you’re finished?” Kelsyre peers down at you with a purr and a smile, bringing his lime green lips to kiss across your chest, before carrying you off for a very quick shower. He rises you with one claw and paws with the other, scooping you back up and carrying you to his stall in the musk of his leg pit, chuckling as he wiggles and looms his fat pearly backside near your head, “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this quite patiently, little friend. My dick is already sticky with my desire to make you reek with my dragon farts, huhh…”

Kelsyre sits his big shiny butt down, tail hole unfurling with bubbling, spluttering, thundering flatulence as the other dragons laugh and applaud and you start to consider he might have the most volume of the three reptile rumps you’ve been beneath since the dragons returned from their dinner. He seems to enjoy smushing you into the softness of his mattress and assorted pillows as much as anything else, growling lustily as he presses his rump down to feel you sinking into the soft bedding as his scales sweat over your chest and shoulders, anus foully smooching you with it’s sticky warmth, at least mostly clean though not quite smelling so with his festering flatulence. He pulls you along his warm belly and paws at his great lime green penis, holding the hot tacky shaft along your chest as he encourages you to rub it between your hands, rolling on you and humping you down into the bed, burying your head beneath his dragon balls- his endurance reminds you of playing with Drelfrumm, though he seems as much unable to decide how he likes feeling you best as much as getting off with you. He rubs his cock and sac along your face, grinding in the smell of his ball musk, brushing the sweat of his claw along your chest as he pulls at his penis, moaning as he starts to pre and dabbing his lime scent on a claw tip before pressing it to your lips as he paws himself further. With another round of humping, you feel his hard cock flinch several times across your chin, and the air is filled with the smell of freshly-sliced limes and Kelsyre’s panting and purring, the dragon sighing as he lays and sweats on top of you for several minutes more, the stickiness along your chin and cheeks meeting the shiny pearl scales pressing and contracting against your face as he recovers.

The night continues blissfully as intermittent dragon farts from the rotund reptiles fill stalls and stables and are rubbed into your nostrils with huffing and laughter. Prexa laments she isn’t able to share you with Meldelle, as she knows how fun it would be to slide you between their dragon pussies, a game she’s played more than once with some of the farm hands when they’ve visited, but for tonight, she’s very happy to have you inside her own vagina as many times and as much as she wants. Noctrus and Kelsyre sandwich you betwixt pearl and silver rumps later at the emerald dragon’s behest, lime and blue puckers unfurling little pinpricks of bioluminescence and dim glows as they hiss and splutter open along your cheeks as both dragons pass gas simultaneously and eager claws shift your face into the respective rear when either feels another fart building. Noll and Carlisle watch all of the stinky fun, pawing themselves and each other, but the eager little ferret eventually steps forward and pulls you hand in paw along with a massive cushion out from Noctrus’s stall where the reptile’s been cuddling you, pushing you down onto the smooth surface before bringing his own musky balls down onto your face- tis true he’s a head shorter than you are, but he’s an eager critter and Noll’s own post meal ferret farts, while nothing compared to the dragons’, are as stinky as any other animal’s you’ve been **** to smell, your companions applauding as Noll snickers and breaks wind for several seconds in your face with a toothy grin. Carlisle sits and shares a few more beaver farts with you, but he’s content to mostly watch and paw for now after all the fun he had earlier, mostly cuddling with Noll and Kelsyre and chuckling as the green dragon lays on top of him so he can brush at his big dick with his beaver paws. Prexa gleefully introduces you to- and into- two more massive pairs of dragon panties, a soft white framed with delicate lace, and a sleek pair of bronze with a metallic sheen that fit a little bit tighter, moaning and growling as she reintroduces you to the folds and fuchsia flesh of her sex and butt hole, filling and staining the soft cloth with her seed and flatulence.

The night isn’t entirely humping and flatulence, as you spend equal time cuddling into the warm scales of all three dragons, Prexa and Noctrus negotiating between who gets to snuggle with you, the black dragon purring in your ear as the pink female feeds you the chocolates that Meldelle snuck back with you after dinner. Noll has over a dozen lewd little stories to share about his time working in the dragon stables, interrupted frequently by an anecdote from Carlisle or laughter and agreement from the dragon in question at the time- you aren’t the only one who’s been down Noctrus’s dirty dragon diaper or inside Prexa’s pussy, and you’re thankful Meldelle didn’t sit on your face and pee earlier now. Prexa snuggles with you and tells you stories of chasing down smugglers at the docks, the time they had to rush out to ward off a pirate ship advancing on a vessel charging fast for the safety of the port, and the crafty cassowary who nearly smuggled a dangerous toxin known to cause temporary blindness in a crate full of curry powder, stopped only by a suspicious inclination that Kelsyre felt about the bird at the time. While insisting that Apheron and his teal companion have far better stories to share of their patrols and the natural beauty of the forests, Noctrus and friends are nonetheless eager to hear about your own experiences growing up on the southern farms, as you try not to bore them too much with the mundane details, though the comparison between farm life here in the city outskirts interests them as well, mostly similar, besides the dragon dung fertilizer, of course. Noctrus and Kelsyre cuddle you between them, Prexa snatches you for kisses and snuggles, and Noll brushes your chest with his soft little paws as they describe the wonderful food and sights of the many festivals and feast days to be found all over town, Carlisle drooling as he lays on top of you, the beaver going on and on about all the incredible ways to enjoy a hot stack of flapjacks.

As Windbourne dragons, they have an earlier start tomorrow for their duties at the docks, however, so they don’t stay up into the morning hours as some of the dragons at the tavern may have, Noctrus snuggling in with you sometime before midnight. The black dragon sits his fat silver seat on you into the softness of the bed, relieving loudly the last of his after-dinner gasses so he won’t wake up in the middle of the night to do so, then carries you off to the shower for one last wash, purring and kissing you as he dries your body and you journey with him back to his stall. Following a brief argument over who’s bed you’ll be sharing, the black dragon insisting your presence is the result of his ingenious little scheme, Prexa concedes and comes over to kiss you goodnight, saying she looks forward to playing with you tomorrow at the docks, while you hear Kelsyre calling that you’d better play with him tomorrow too. Noll and Carlisle bid everyone good night as they head off to the workers’ housing a short distance from the stables, and you cuddle up with the black dragon as you listen to him purring and feel his large warm lips kissing along your forehead.

“Goodnight and pleasant dreams, little human friend,” Noctrus yawns as he wraps you against his warm silver chest with a foreleg, “I shall fly you back to your inn tomorrow morning.”

You fall asleep in the dragon’s warm embrace, listening to the soothing sounds of his purring as his chest rises and falls against your body.

“Little one… little one… it is time to wake up now…”

You open your eyes and blink at Noctrus’ purring snout as you stretch and pet it, wondering what time it is. Though you slept soundly through the night, you can tell from the sunlight coming in through the windows it must still be rather early. The black dragon yawns in response to your own, stretching and farting loudly as you groan and fan away his stink, Noctrus laughing as he cuddles you close and tells you he is excited to share his morning gas with you… among other things, he huffs as he pushes you down until you feel the hot head of his dragon dick near your ankles. There’s a shuffling nearby as he tells you it would probably be best to go outside and have some early morning fun, as Apheron and Meldelle got back earlier and will be sleeping in until late afternoon or early evening. As he’s about to rise from bed, there’s a creaking as the barn door opens and someone steps inside, his silver chest and belly rolling on top of you to keep you hidden from the visitor- you can barely hear the muffled words before footsteps approach the stall and can make out a growled command.

“Well, well, and what is this then?” Amerst’s irritable frown looks down upon you, clearly naked and not supposed to be here.

“Amerst, I…uhh… I’m sorry, I was only…”

The tiger holds up a paw to stop the dragon’s frantic whispering.

“Save it, Noct,” the Rider looks his dragon directly in the eyes, glancing down at you, then back at Noctrus’ pleading expression, then clenches his paws, growls briefly, and at last shrugs his broad shoulders, “While you know the rules against uninvited guests, I… suppose I have been a bit too strict with you lately. I do place the importance of what we do over your needs at times and… if you want to have guests, not during duty hours, then that is fine by me. But next time, get approval from all of the Riders first, understood?”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, Amerst!” the black dragon nuzzles and licks his tiger rider, and Amerst gives a small smile and pets his snout gently in return, “I will be sure to ask next time then.”

“Very good. Now, make sure all of you are ready to depart within the hour. We received a report of a suspicious craft seen within reach of port via messenger late last night, and so we’re heading in earlier today in case of any trouble.”

Purring happily and kissing you over your forehead and chest, Noctrus carries you out of the stall and stables and into the fields outside, Prexa and Kelsyre yawning and stretching in their own stalls as they gather it’s time to get up, while Apheron whines and grumbles and rolls over in his bed and Meldelle remains sound asleep. Noctrus sighs and lays you on your back in the grass, steeping forward to reveal his big blue morning wood before he flops down on top of you and begins pleasuring himself along your chest, sighing and huffing as his silver tongue lolls. An hour may not be enough time for extensive fun, but it is plenty of time for each of the dragons to have their turn with you, the two males relieving their morning wood against your chest, balls musky and warm from their cozy beds slopping along your face as they pant and paw themselves, and Prexa is most pleased to enjoy your presence inside her pussy as she sates her own morning lust, as you go from clean to sweaty and sticky and back again as forked tongues lap and lick and large claws grope for more pleasures. Morning wood, of course, is always accompanied in dragons by morning wind, and like last night, you spend time tucked beneath each of the trio’s thick tails as they share dragon farts straight from their hefty hindquarters with your nose pressed into their puckers, noisy flatulence echoing off the surrounding fields as their stink fills the air as much as their huffs and laughter; the smell is just as terrible as the previous nights you’ve been under dragon butt, though at least being outside helps dissipate the worst of it, well, at least until Prexa gets those bronze panties which helps keep the smell of her farts in there with you. The dragons finish with a nice morning piss, the males covering your legs as Prexa squats overtop of your face, huffing and telling you she’s been wanting to do this for a while now with you, and then they switch places as blue and lime green dragon dicks spray across your face and the female giggles and hoses down your own cock.

“Oooh, I need to empty the back end too!” Kelsyre groans and pats his belly with a claw, “Do you think there’s time?”

“Hmmm… it is doubtful, since I will need to get this little human home,” Noctrus replies, though Prexa raises a claw as she considers.

“Friend human, you are also going to be joining us at the docks today with your dragon, Drelfrumm, isn’t that true?” the pink dragon reasons as you nod in response, “So, why not just stay here and come with us. I shall have Malory give you money to buy coffee at the tavern if you need it.”

“Oh, yes, this is a splendid idea, I like it!” the emerald dragon rubs his claws together and then circles you with a huff, pawing between his legs, “You’re going to feel so very nice squirming in my dirty dragon diaper, little one. Huhhmrnn…”

“Or, if you would still like to head back to the inn and perhaps get a little more rest, we have a full day ahead of us too,” Noctrus rubs a paw across your shoulder as Kelsyre snorts and lays down in the grass, rolling over to observe you with a claw at his cock, “I could fly you back…” he leans close to whisper loud enough for the other dragons to hear, “Down my own very dirty dragon diaper, of course.”

He chuckles and huffs along your shoulders as you glance across to Prexa for help, although at this point, you should probably be thankful she isn’t skipping back to the stables to sift through her panty collection looking for a dragon diaper of her own. It certainly isn’t going to be the cleanest of choices you’re stuck making this morning, though since arriving in Igrandranmyr, that sort of option hasn’t been presenting itself. Noctrus brushes his claw down your chest as he nuzzles along your upper back, while Kelsyre continues pawing at his half-erect shaft, letting a little toot from his tail hole as he smiles at you- by the sound of the black dragon grumbling behind you, neither of them can wait too much longer for your decision. Either way, it looks like you’re going to be spending the morning deep down a big leather or cloth dragon diaper, and both massive males intend to make a very big mess.