Drelfrumm

After a few more minutes of rubbing her windy rump on you, Mersila finishes and stands, turning to give her handiwork a sniff with a little grimace as she laughs and fans a paw before her snout. She offers a claw to help you up out of the cushion, her heavy hindquarters having smushed you down into the massive pillow with a human-shaped indentation, the fabric reforming to its sweat-drenched, stained normal state after a few moments as the dragon pets down your back and laughs, thanking you for being a comfy little fart cushion for her. Since your face reeks of her tail end, she plants a big kiss on your navel instead, her nostrils exhaling warm breath across your belly as she gives your dick a small lick with a chuckle and then pulls you in a big hug, asking if you made a decision. You tell her you’re going to bed with Drelfrumm since he brought you here and he’s the dragon you’re most familiar with. She nods with a yawn and pets your hair again, saying she’ll see you sometime tomorrow then and wishes you goodnight, returning to tidying up the last few glasses at the bar as you head on upstairs, bidding goodnight to Lorna and Vulgrust as they emerge from the kitchens to do the same.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come to bed with me, little friend?” Vulgrust nuzzles your face with his leathery snout as he stands outside his and Lorna’s room a moment, “I could take my morning dump on you. It could be a lot of fun to get you in a dragon toilet, heheh!”

You smile and shake your head, giving the incorrigible beast a shove as you say a final good night and head to Drelfrumm’s room, trying to knock quietly at this late hour. Before your hand touches the woodgrain, however, the dragon opens the door and you enter, the reptile snickering as he says he could smell you from the hallway and ushering you into the bathroom. He starts the water to give you one last shower for today- this must be your fifth or sixth not counting the earlier ones, but you really stopped counting cycling between warm wind and warm water all evening, letting him wash you with his claws as your yawn spreads to him as well. He carries you back to bed wrapped in the big white towel, laying you down on top of the sheets and informs you that your clothes will be washed and ready for you in the morning; Rhyta keeps earlier hours so she’s long asleep across the hall by now, and being his human, you’ll never have to wake up at dawn since he works in the afternoons. You wrinkle your nose as he gets comfortable under the blankets- while they’ve been washed from earlier as you don’t see the sweat and cum on the mattress, the room and bed stink of dragon farts.

“Haha, that’s something we do every evening before falling asleep, little one,” Drelfrumm explains as he wraps a foreleg around you and pulls you to his smooth beige chest, adjusting the blankets over you, “We try to relieve all of our gas before bedtime since we don’t fart in our sleep often. Though it builds up by morning again quite horribly regardless.”

He chuckles and grunts, blowing a few farts into the covers, jerking the sheets with his claw to help air things out.

“That should be the last of it, sorry,” Drelfrumm laughs as he kisses your forehead and snuggles you to his warm underscales, “I left the window slightly ajar for you, should help air things out in a few more minutes. Though you must be getting accustomed to that smell by now, eh? I’ve also taken care of my nocturnal urge and pawed before you got back, so I won’t stuff you under the covers and hump off against you. Ohhh… that does sound so nice, though, hrrmn…”

The blue dragon’s flatulent odors begin to fade gradually as you lay across his smooth, warm chest, his snakeskin-like underscales warming your entire body as the large surface rises and falls beneath you in time with his breathing. Drelfrumm purrs gently as he whispers good night to you and keeps you cuddled against him with his forelegs, drifting off to sleep swiftly as you lie awake a moment and reflect on the day’s events. And what a long, strange day it has been- arriving in Igrandranmyr, wiping his fat beige backside, flying back to the inn, seeing the docks, and then a wild evening of humping and farting with all those different dragons- you consider you’ve had more excitement here in a day than a year back in your little farming village down south, smiling as you think about that windmill from this morning. You nestle against the huge sleeping dragon, listening to him gently purring as his chest shifts gradually up and down, up and down beneath you, and within a few more minutes, you are sound asleep. You dream of flying over the ocean on Prexa’s back, soaring towards an island in the distance where Drelfrumm is calling out to you along with the twins and another dragon you don’t recognize. The island seems small at first, all the dragons occupying their own little bank of sand and a single palm tree near the center, yet as you land and your new friends greet you with nuzzles and purrs, you look out across the beach and it seems to stretch on forever, soft sand as far as the eye can see.

You awaken as you feel a shifting, opening your eyes to see that Drelfrumm has rolled onto his side, still cuddling with you. He blinks his big sapphire eyes slowly at you as his jaws open in a long but quiet yawn.

“Good morning, my little human, how did you sleep? Did Rhyta wake you up as she was heading down earlier?”

“Very well, thank you, and no, I didn’t hear her leaving.”

“Mmm, sometimes she wakes me for a moment, but then I am usually able to fall back asleep,” Drelfrumm yawns again as you do the same, and he plants a big kiss on your forehead, “I hope you found me as comfortable as the bed, then?”

“Indeed,” you pet across his chest as he purrs, his big scaly body filling the sheets with his warmth, “Mayhaps almost as comfortable as you find being on top of me?”

“Indeed, ha ha!” Drelfrumm laughs as he cradles you to him, purring and cuddling as he sighs and pets down your back a little while. “Hrmnn… you recall what I mentioned yesterday about my previous roommate not being able to handle my morning farts? Let us see how you handle a long and proper Dragon Dutch oven, little one.”

The big beast pats the warm pad of his claw across your back as you protest meekly, knowing now there’s no arguing with a dragon when they need to fart, as he lifts the covers with a claw and pushes you underneath them with the other. Drelfrumm slides you down across his warm, leathery body deep into the darkness of the blankets, across the scaly fat of his belly, resting you on his loins as he rubs you across his morning wood a moment or two with a pleased sigh, down the very smooth scales of his big dragon balls, and along his big rump to push your face into the wrinkled warmth of his puckered anus. His tail hole opens with a hot little hiss and a bubbly prrllbtt, as you groan and hear him snickering above, then huffing as he starts pawing and tugging at his morning wood above you, his hindquarters shifting as he farts again. You lie across the base of his tail as he curls a thick hind leg across your back to pin you in place, pawing himself slowly as he blasts a long ffrummppnnntt into the blankets, and right into your face for seconds on end, the sheets really filling with the stench of his morning dragon farts now. He shifts his leg and wiggles his rump as he rubs your face in it, and you grimace and cough a few times; the stench is getting pretty thick down there already, lingering in the blankets and around his butt hole.

“So, my human friend, how are you enjoying your first Dragon Dutch oven, hmm?” Drelfrumm asks as he rubs your face deeply into his warm anus, relaxing the grip of his hind leg so you can reply.

“It’s… uggh… pretty foul down here, big guy…” you cough as you squirm against his grip, though his leg is too heavy and keeps you pinned in place, at least able to shift your face away from his anus a little, “It rather reminds me of Lilltra’s panties, the stink builds so quickly in here!”

“Yes it does, hee hee,” Drelfrumm farts again as he uses his free leg to kick at the covers and lift them a little to help air things out slightly, “Is that better for you?”

You groan an affirmative reply as you turn your face to the side from his smelly hole.

“You had best get comfortable down there, my little friend. I’ve got plenty- prrufffbbbttt!- huhh… plenty more gas in me to share with you this morning. Mmmnn…. prrubbtt… keep that morning wood of yours pressed just like that against my tail, please. It is helping me to enjoy my own!”

Tiring of his current position after another loud fart, the dragon curls his tail over you as you feel him rolling over in the bed, sending you onto your back on the mattress as he half lays, half sits across you, the rude reptile using his tail to ensure your face remains in his rump as he readjusts and then relaxing with another short fart. Pucker pressed to your face while his butt and taint warm your belly, he huffs as you feel his firm hot cock across your legs, the warmth of his ball scales pressed along your own penis. From this position, it is easy for the huge quadruped to shift forwards a little to pleasure himself along you and push back a bit when he feels more gas coming, as you feel the folds of his anus smooching across your face with another big frrrunnnpppptt… prrrubbbtttpptt! He wiggles and grunts and huffs and farts, giving you a little glimpse of pink light as his bowels bubble and rumble into the sheets, your complaints and groans at the festering stench sending his dragon dick brushing along your legs with renewed fervor, but he is a considerate creature and yanks the sheets with his claw to help air things out a little in-between farts. He teases about how nice it feels to blow and give you kisses with both ends, rubbing in a squeak with a few wet poots across your cheeks.

“Drelfrumm… sweet Spirits, dragon! Aren’t you almost done up there? Uggh… your stench...!”

“Mhnn… just about, little one,” you feel his beige bottom shifting forwards as he sits on you fully now, wiggling his smelly anus across your face, now pretty musky as he’s growing sweaty with all this flatulent fun, “Another- frrrunnppttt!- ohh, that was a nice wet one, eh? Another few minutes- fffrrnnntt- ahhh… a few more minutes and I’ll be all done.”

You groan and wait beneath his fat gassy bottom as he wiggles in more dragon farts, though at least these remaining toots do seem smaller than the rumblers he’s been releasing. Well, at least until he’s airing out the sheets after a series of little wet poots and hisses and sits still a moment before you feel his bum shifting with an eight second ppprrammmppbbtt, and you can hear him panting and pawing as he rubs that dirty dragon stinker in for a good minute of its own, Drelfrumm having released a little spurt of pre-cum on your leg when you complain into his rear about how stinky that one was. He stops scooting again and you brace your poor nose for another anal eruption, but the horny reptile instead turns around and collapses onto your chest, humping vigorously as he did the day before, the pre smearing from your chest to your chin as he moans with little huffing growls. He brings his balls low so he can feel your erection poking at them, hot with sweat like his big tacky pink shaft, panting down to tease that he can feel how much you like his scaly sac, and perhaps you’d like it even more so up close, he chuckles as he brings his warm balls down across your face, covering you in warm and musky-scaled darkness as he paws away and moans above, rubbing his dragon balls across your nose and forehead. Unlike yesterday, however, he soon collapses back onto you a few moments later, his great morning erection throbbing it’s sticky seed across your face and staining the sheets again with the smell of blackberries as Drelfrumm climaxes with one final roaring moan after a few more deep thrusts across your body. And there he lays, panting on top of you as you both recover, having left a little pre on his sac in all the excitement, of which dragon is very appreciative, rolling you onto his belly as he pulls you to his chest and whines as he gets a whiff of where your face has been- no cum lapping this morning it would appear, but he rubs his claw along his dick and offers to share a nice big droplet with you as you both head for the shower.

“Do you remember how to start the water?” You nod in reply as you head towards the shower, “I will join you in a few minutes, I still need to take my morning dump.”

“Ugh, Drelfrumm, let me leave, you disgusting-!”

“Oh, no, human,” the big blue dragon has already closed the door and seated himself on the toilet, as the sounds and stench of him pooping quickly overwhelm the bathroom, comparatively smaller than the public toilets downstairs, “You’ll need to get very used to this smell if you plan to live alongside dragons, heheh. Besides, you know very well what my poop smells like, so start the shower and let me finish dumping.”

You grimace and adjust the water as Drelfrumm sighs and grunts and continues pooping. He finishes with a loud flush as you jerk away from the spout, surprised by the sudden coldness of the water as he apologizes that he forgot to warn you about that. He steps into the shower and washes his claws, turning and lifting his tail to reveal his dirty dragon rear, and immediately flattens you to the wall tiles after asking you to help wipe. Another dirty daily dragon duty, his muffled laugh reaches your ears as his very poopy pucker rubs and smooches across your face with a nasty sklutch… spliktch…splukch as Drelfrumm spends several filthy minutes using your whole head to wipe. As soon as you feel his huge hindquarters lifting off of you, you head for the water to start washing the dragon dung from your skin, but the messy male smiles and pushes you down with a foreclaw before you can finish, raising a hind leg as he takes a long, hot dragon piss all over your head and chest, as you shout that he might’ve done that while he was using the actual toilet instead.

“Oh, but that isn’t as fun, now is it?” Drelfrumm laughs as he continues peeing on you a little longer, giving his big pink penis a few shakes with his claw as he lowers his leg with a laugh when he finishes, offering to help you up, “Ahh… I feel much better, little one. Let’s get you washed up properly so we can go enjoy some breakfast, shall we?”

After a nice hot shower and toweling down form Drelfrumm, you head downstairs to the tavern, wandering around the white dragon from the night before, who is sleeping peacefully sprawled out on the rug, on top of his bat friend, who’s little ears are poking out from beneath his chest. Drelfrumm chuckles and explains that the other dragons have likely headed off to work already or are having a lazy morning like the two of you, having fun with their friends back in their rooms; the innkeeper also can’t bear to shoo anyone out, provided there’s room, hence the reptile asleep on the rug when he didn’t quite make it to a guest room last night. He must have come back in sometime after you’d gone up to bed. Spring sunlight streams in from the windows behind the booths, the heavy pink curtains drawn back as the rays illuminate the polished wooden floor. You head towards the bar instinctively, but as Mersila is not in currently, Drelfrumm tells you he’ll go and fetch her, padding towards the corridor to the opposite of the staircase, heading to the door at the end of the hall and waiting a moment before Mersila opens the door with a yawn. The pink dragon emerges a moment later and plods over to the bar, giving you a smile and asking how you slept, which was very well, and she informs you there is oatmeal for breakfast and offers to get you some coffee.

“Here you are, my friends, I’ll be back in a moment with cream and sugar for you,” she turns to head back to the kitchen, “I know you like it extra sweet, Drelf.”

She returns with the saucers balanced on the wooden tray, setting them on the counter as the blue dragon begins adding hefty spoonfuls of brown sugar to his own cup. He stops Mersila as she is about to get your oatmeal.

“Is Tyvash up and about this morning?” the dragon asks as he blows on his coffee to cool it before taking a sip, “I don’t think I got to introduce him last night to our new friend.”

“Oh, no,” Mersila shakes her head, “He put on the oatmeal and coffee for us but then headed back to bed, mentioned he had a bit of a rough night. I’m sure he’ll be around this afternoon though once he’s feeling properly rested.”

“Tyvash is an excellent chef, as I am sure you could tell from the stew last night,” Drelfrumm explains as you take a drink of coffee, rich and flavorful, “I wanted to introduce you to him, but you were so occupied with our other friends I thought it could wait.”

The oatmeal is rich with brown sugar and butter, topped with candied pecans and dried mixed berries- certainly a dish for a dragon palate, you conclude, as you savor each delicious bite. The black and silver female joins you at your booth after she pads over from one of the guest rooms, bidding you good morning along with her human, who asks if your dragon had a very busy morning with you as well. The black dragon licks her lips and smiles at you with narrowed eyes, indicating it wasn’t so busy she wouldn’t want to enjoy you too, taking a large bite of her oatmeal as Drelfrumm snickers, having probably caught her lustful gaze before you did. You chat a bit with the human, Kent, who apparently works at the farms in the south of town, and will be headed back in the evening after spending his free day with his dragon, fascinated by how the farmhands have a workers rotation to keep everyone from getting worn down. You finish your oatmeal and the last drink of your coffee, taking it back to the bar so Mersila can run the dishes back to the kitchen, informing her it was delicious.

“Now that you’re done with breakfast, little one,” Mersila lifts up the cushion she laid down to sit on you the night before, patting its stained surface with a wink and a low growl, “Perhaps you would be so kind as to lie down and let a dragon get comfortable, hmm?”

“For a few minutes, perhaps,” Drelfrumm considers her proposal for you, squinting out the windows, “Though we might need to get ready to head off to the docks soon.”

“Hrmm…” Mersila pouts as shakes her scaly pink head, “No, that won’t do. I’m feeling gassy and horny and it will likely take me longer than a few minutes to feel properly relieved and satisfied, I should think. Very well. Of course you need to work to stay here, but our little friend must come and visit me later.”

Mersila comes out from behind the bar, giving you a big hug as she brushes her green-feathered ankles down your back as she cuddles you a moment, giving your forehead a kiss. Leaving the dishes on the counter instead, she turns to head back to her room at the end of the hall, moaning softly with her claw between her back legs, apparently in a sort of morning heat. As she reaches the door at the end of the hall, she dashes inside and you hear a loud fart from where the door was left ajar, followed by the sound of a low growl and the shouting of a voice calling her a silly scaly before you hear the door closing. The black and silver dragon huffs and announces she’s heading back upstairs now, followed by a long squelching sound as you see her finish pushing Kent up into her pussy with a claw, the human’s ankles slipping deep inside as she drips a little slime onto the floor, patting the outside of her pussy as she calls down to Kent to come along back to their room now. Drelfrumm grins as the two of you head back upstairs after them, the black dragon pausing midway as she huffs and plays with herself with a claw, tickling her human within and passing a little fart as she smiles back towards you and the blue dragon with a little “oops!” You’re curious about Mersila’s companion, asking if there’s someone else you didn’t get to meet last night as you return to the room.

“No, I don’t suspect that’s the case, lest I haven’t heard,” Drelfrumm explains as he enters the room with you after you look confused, “Not all dragons develop a lasting attachment to a single smaller companion after all, and since Mersila owns this inn, she has no shortage of little friends to keep her company, guests and residents included. She’s lived in this town her whole life besides, and so that could very well be a friend of hers come to visit.”

“I thought it best to give you a little break this morning anyway,” he grins as he lies across the mattress, watching you getting dressed as Rhyta left your clothes outside the door this morning, “Mersila is hornier than I am in the mornings, and she’ll want to keep playing with you a good while, being a female. Besides, you’ll need to have the energy to play with me and Prexa all afternoon, hee hee.”

You feel a bit nervous as you depart the inn, recalling the pink dragon from yesterday and her very amorous behavior towards you. She seemed very sweet, but after last night, you’re still a bit dizzied from all of that dragon excitement, you reflect while heading towards the alley. You’re thankful the yellow dragon peeing there doesn’t lift his other leg and start spraying you, but you are with Drelfrumm and are also starting to notice the raunchy reptiles prefer getting you naked first, nodding and smiling as you pass him. He does call out after your friend to ask if the human is available, since he’s about to go poop in the field just beyond, but Drelf excuses you by informing him you’re heading to the docks for work, reminding you as you emerge from the alley he wants you close to claw today for any needs of his own. You aren’t sure given yesterday and this morning’s events if that will entail you avoiding whatever dirtiness the yellow dragon had in mind with you.

The noise and commotion of the docks reaches you before you’re midway down the alley- the shouts of the workers and sailors and the cries of the shorebirds filling your ears as they did yesterday. Today, however, hawks and crows and pelicans wheel through the air between a dozen ships approaching or leaving the pier, as anchor ropes are tossed and tied tightly by swift mice and men and squirrels, gangplanks banging down as sacks and chests and crates head upwards and downwards the ramps into and out of the towering ships, hefted by strong humans and anthros. At least a half-dozen dragons are also trudging about with their cart-carriers laden with cargo, carefully packed to account for the incline and descent of the ramps as they assist in the loading and unloading of the ships. Drelfrumm snickers as he nudges you with his snout and points to indicate one wearing a huge leather diaper about his flanks, the red reptile clearly having a little friend down there as you see a shifting from within his pants- it’s quite allowed, he tells you, so long as it doesn’t distract them from their work and is arguably a relief for some of those big dragon urges that might necessitate a more frequent break to take care of, though you recall how horrendous Brummox smelled last night and are thankful that for whoever’s in there, the dragon’s pants don’t appear soiled from this distance. As you’re watching this dragon talking with a clipboard-carrying pelican who’s indicating another incoming vessel with his little stick of charcoal, you hear a voice calling out to Drelfrumm as you both turn to observe a pudgy red and blue parrot waddling over.

“Aye, there he is, me scaly boulder!” the noisy bird reaches to pat your friend’s lower chest with a talon, as you notice he’s wearing a large pair of brown shorts and an eyepatch that makes him look rather like a pirate, “We’re glad to see ye on a busy day such like this! And who’s your human friend then?”

Drelfrumm introduces you to Scarvy, his supervisor at the docks, along with two other dragons, the typical assignment. As Kalsus didn’t show up for work today- likely rubbing his fat horny rump on whomever he picked up at the docks last evening and recovering from a hangover, the parrot scowls, it’ll be up to him and Sylmea to do the heavy lifting, and there’s scheduled to be at least another dozen arriving this side of the port. He checks the clipboard attached to his belt and indicates a ship about two craft down, indicating that he can start there and assist with loading the wheat and grain sacks, Drelfrumm listening before heading for the storeroom near the alley entrance to procure a carrying harness and strapping on the cart. The parrot shouts after Drelfrumm as he’s walking off that he’ll send Sylmea to help him in about twenty minutes after he’s given her a break when she returns from the warehouses: “She’ll be needin’ a friend under her tail the way she’s been pawin’ at herself between loads.” As the blue dragon continues to the storeroom, Scarvy addresses you while making a few notes on his clipboard as he glances up at the ships.

“Ye don’t look like a dockworker to me, human,” the colorful bird squints at a ship being unloaded, counting with his talon as he flips between sheets to check tallies, “How’s it ye came t’be acquainted with ol’ Drelf anyhow?”

You tell him the story and the parrot laughs, holding a talon to his feathered belly as he chuckles.

“Aye, that’s dragons for ye, big and smelly as they are sweet of temperament,” the parrot clacks his beak as he flips a page on his clipboard and makes a few marks, “We’ve got a saying for our magic reptile friends ‘round ‘ere- ‘kind of heart and strong of fart,’ harr harr.”

You can’t disagree as Scarvy yawns and scratches his belly. The parrot clacks his black beak again as he turns to you, and you observe a glimmer in his eyes that makes you a bit nervous as he grins.

“So… if ye aren’t here to help out with the cargo,” Scurvy places a talon on your shoulder as he stands so close his belly feathers almost touch your face, “Then am I correct in assumin’ ol’ Drelf brought ye along with ‘im for… other purposes?”

You aren’t quite sure how to respond to that, though the parrot’s talon along your back means you don’t have to, as he presses your face into the downy feathers of his fat belly.

“Now, I pry don’t need to tell ye that dragons be not the only animals with needs t’be met on the reg’lar. Whether ‘tis a blessin’ or a curse o’ the gods is for priests and philosophers to debate, sure,” the plump parrot brings his beak down next to your ear as finishes, “But I’ve needs a cute human might sate, and I know yer kind don’t object to us animal folk neither. So… how’s about ye spend some time beneath me old tail-feathers, friend?”

The red-and-blue bird begins tugging at your trousers with his talons as he nips his beak across your shirt, undoing a few buttons with shocking dexterity so he can pull it off of you as you feel a bit overwhelmed as he’s undressing you in a very public place, of which you start to protest before Scarvy gives a squawk of laughter before telling you this isn’t exactly an uncommon sight here. True enough- as he goes to work on your underwear and stockings, the anthro and human sailors passing by give you a grin or a snicker, many knowing from experience what’s to come, as a passing group of bears tell Scarvy to enjoy his little buddy, one of them shaking his fuzzy brown butt to reveal the tail of an otter stuffed deep between his cheeks, bound for a nearby tavern with them. The pudgy parrot finishes and lifts you up with a large gray talon, pulling back the rim of his pants as his tail-feathers fan out and upwards, along with a ripe and musky smell from his big red-feathered fanny as he prepares to stuff you down into the source of that sweaty stench- he has, after all, been running about in the sun all morning. You consider nervously that you’re about to have a similar experience to that otter as the big bird lowers you down inside, the smell growing fouler as it flows into your nostrils, the damp down of sweaty parrot posterior brushing across your naked skin.

“Ahh… been a while since I had a human tucked down me drawers, least a week, I ‘spect,” Scarvy uses a talon to part his feathery buttocks, wiggling as he releases his hold on the back of his pants, letting you sink deep between those posterior pillows, “No harm in havin’ a bit o fun while yer friend’s busy, least afore he has his break. Ye can get yer nose… mmmnn, that’s it, ayyee… tucked in me briny depths, an’ smell me ol’ parrot pucker and pry me parrot penis as well, mate!”

You groan as it certainly becomes apparent why he calls his nethers by that name- you’ve got warm, wet parrot pungency down your arms and chest before your nose even makes contact with his warm wrinkled parrot pucker, an awful source of pure musk. You can’t really say how much he smells compared to other birds- his feathered butt is, since you arrived, the first you’ve smelt but by comparison, it smells about on par with the shark’s butt from yesterday, very musky but thankfully clean; these anthros can be pretty stinky in their own regard, but lack the sheer volume of odor the larger rump of a dragon provides, and you’ve been smelling plenty of those. So when that musky hole opens with a sweaty frraapplltt you expect it to be nothing against the many dragon farts you’ve been forced to smell, but discover to your dismay that while volume is a factor, parrot farts certainly don’t stink any less than any other animal’s gas, dragons included. And being trapped down these tight shorts, ensuring you can squirm but not escape from Scarvy’s butt, means he’s free to keep passing gas on you as much as he likes while continuing his duties, his bird butthole unfurling across your nose with another nasty flurrrppnntt… prripppbbbtt… brrrammppnntt, as you feel his soft feathered cheeks smushing and jiggling on either side of you as he wanders the docks, checking the manifests on his clipboard. And the dirty birdie seems to be enjoying it a lot, as you can feel him reaching down a talon to pull at his cock as you lay there smelling under his tail-feathers, his big downy balls sweating over your legs and dick as his firm and tacky cock shifts and slaps across your legs as he goes about his duties, patting you through his pants with a talon as he farts and shuffles his butt across you and cackles.

The big, bubbling bird talks with his fellow workers and dockhands, calling out greetings and commands as ships dock and cast off, supervising the loading and unloading of cargo and trudging to the provided barrel for a drink to ladle a drink of water into a provided wooden cup, which he thankfully shares with you as he ruffles your hair and asks how you’re enjoying his “windy passage” before tucking you back down under his tail-feathers to go back to work. His feathered butt cheeks wobble and jiggle as he walks around the stone docks or steps out on the wooden pier to give the all clear to a beaver captain, covering you in their damp sweat as the thick soft plumage continually brushes you all over- if it weren’t for all of the smelly, spluttering farts he kept passing, and the strong natural odor of his parrot pucker pressed flush in your face, being stuck down in Scurvy’s shorts wouldn’t be all that bad. He is nice enough to let you out for a little fresh air now and again, as you wipe the sweat from your forehead and groan as a particularly pungent parrot pooter rises up from his rump to fester around you, leaning out of the side of his pants, legs against bird butt as your ankles are still stuck beneath his balls, and also as he introduces you to a few of the other supervisors: a boar patting his stomach as he tells you he wouldn’t mind having you for lunch once breakfast works it’s way out, a vixen who looks even more like a pirate than Scarvy does shaking her large fluffy boobs at you along with her fluffier tail and cheeks as she paws her pussy and says she’d like to smush you all over, and an iguana who turns to blow a ripe lizard fart in your face as he wiggles the bumpy scales of his buttocks in your nose. You also get to meet Sylmea as she returns from her break, smiling with blissful relief as she licks a little cum from her claw and extends it to you to shake, saying she knows humans do this when meeting, as you smile in return and pet her teal mane, and she sniffs you with a grimace as she snickers and says you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with the boss’ butt, the white dragon winking as she tells you she’ll have to get to know her fellow worker’s new little friend soon before she heads back off to her duties. The jeers and overheard comments of the anthros notwithstanding, as you see during a fresh air break that Scarvy is far from the only animal here with a friend down their shorts or underwear or diaper- not the mention the overstuffed bellies of friends who shared more than just breakfast today- the most humiliating part of the experience is when the parrot follows you across the fields when you need to pee, ostensibly keeping an eye out so his naked human playmate doesn’t get snatched up by eager paws, claws, or fellow talons, but at least he turns his back to give you a bit or privacy, as you really don’t want to use those public outhouses you’ve seen a hippo and a gryphon entering, and you sure aren’t the only human or anthro doing this, besides of course the dragons relieving themselves wherever they won’t be yelled at. It is a long, stinking, steamy hour, with a few times that talon has shifted you to the front of his pants so he can feel his hot gray cock brushing all over your skin, and you’re thankful as you feel the rim being pulled back again to stick out your head and find the smiling face of Drelfrumm asking how’re you’re doing down there.

“Uggh, Drelf…” you take a breath of the cool sea air as you wipe off the bird’s butt sweat, scritching under the dragon’s chin as her purrs at you, “I think your boss here has taken a bit too much of a liking to me, do you think… you could rescue me from these tail-feathers?”

“Awww, Scarvy!” the blue dragon cocks his head and frowns at the parrot in disapproval, “Are you giving my little friend too stinky of a time on his first day at the job. You must go easy upon him, he is still new in town!”

“Awk! I’m not doin’ anything mean ta the lad, just sharin’ a bit o fun is all!” Scarvy protests as he pats your head with a talon, still keeping you midway down his pants, “I been a good bird, givin’ him breaks and checkin’ in on him the whole time! But seein’ as it’s yer break time now, scale shanks, I’ll give him back to ye…”

The parrot drops his pants to the ground and you wiggle out, laying on the stone a moment as you let the cooler sea air relieve your sweat-drenched body. Drelf comes over and nuzzles you, but his nostrils snort a few times and you can’t blame him with how much you reek of parrot butt. As you stand and stretch after a few moments, the dragon blinks at you and scratches his claw along the white stone ground.

“Err… would it be alright if you found another dragon, or anthro, to spend some time with for now?” Drelfrumm addresses you by name, as you can tell he’s not trying to be awkward but is also serious, “I wish to catch up with a baker friend who is selling to one of the ships here, and wanted to spend some breaks with him this afternoon, as he is also buying ingredients. We will of course have the evening together at the inn, my little one.”

“Okay, that’s fine, Drelf,” you agree as of course you’ve only known the dragon for a day after all compared to the people he’s lived alongside and known for years, “I’ll see you later, my friend.”

The dragon nods and smiles, asking for dismissal for break as Scarvy gives him the approval, the reptile skipping off to the warehouses to begin chatting with a human waiting there, nuzzling him as they share a big hug and a laugh. The plump parrot turns back to address you as his gray tongue licks across his beak, tugging at his erection with a talon as he stoops to retrieve his shorts, bringing them back up around his knees. Perhaps, if you aren’t spending time with anyone else this afternoon, you’d like to spend more time below his tail-feathers, enjoying the breeze? He’d love to introduce you, more intimately, to his fellow supervisors and maybe a few of his dock mates as well…? You can feel the tacky warmth of his cock near your navel as he hugs you into his big bird belly again, patting your back with the hard surface of his talon.

“Hey, human! There he is!”

You turn to see the smiling face of Prexa, purring as she nuzzles you and tells you she’s been looking for you all afternoon since she thought she recognized your scent earlier, withdrawing her large pink snout after she gives you a few sniffs.

“Whoof! Someone smells like parrot poots and bird butt!” Prexa giggles as she fans a foreclaw in front of her nose, turning to look at Scarvy with a tilt of her head.

“Guilty as charged, me scaly lass!” the red-and-blue parrot holds his belly as he chortles.

“Well, we’re about to go on break, we Windbourne dragons, so I wanted to come and find you,” she narrows her eyes at you with a huff, “Since we had so much fun yesterday. Oh, and I must introduce you to the others! Quickly, come with me!”

She gives your back a little push with her foreclaw, encouraging you to follow as she prances off back towards the warehouses, where two other dragons are waiting, along with their respective Riders. Malory gives you a nod and greets you formally while the female wolf to his right smiles and echoes his polite greeting, shaking your paw with a gloved hand as she introduces herself as Lizelle. The leaner, muscular tiger with them comes and takes your hand in his bare paw with a single firm shake- you immediately get the impression that Amerst is like the anthros you knew back home, too busy with his responsibilities to give much thought to sex. Their dragons come forward to sniff you with wet snorts from their nostrils as they snicker and make similar comments to Prexa’s, as she introduces them in turn.

“This is Kelsyre,” she says as the emerald dragon nuzzles your chest and huffs towards you, the sunlight creating beautiful opalescent reflections on his pearl underscales.

“And this is Noctrus,” the black dragon continues to nuzzle your chest, then hums happily as you pet along his snout and he raises his neck so you can scratch the silver scales down his underside, seemingly not as bothered by the stench or just really loving all the attention. You hope this isn’t because Amerst doesn’t give him as much as he needs, deciding to ask Prexa about it later.

“I was hoping you would like to accompany us on our break, or… maybe breaks?” Prexa leans over you with a slow huff as you see her picking something sheer up off the ground, and she matches your gaze, bringing up a pair of silky silver dragon panties; you’re reminded of Lilltra’s fun last night as the pink dragon giggles softly and snakes her tongue across her lips.

“Mmm… I want to enjoy our new friend down my pants as well, huhhh…” Noctrus circles with a low huffing growl as you see him pawing his penis through the leather diaper he’s wearing, gulping as you recall that bronze dragon working with his little friend stuffed down inside.

“Noct, only on breaks, you know that…” the black dragon whines as the tiger shakes his head.

“Oh, we will have time to share him, I am sure,” Prexa smiles at you and her fellow dragons as Kelsyre paws at his own cloth diaper. At least both males are clean, for now… You try not to think too hard about Brommox and Noah, considering you’re probably going to get to experience a sense of their relationship today. Prexa asks for formal dismissal for her and the other Windbourne dragons for a relief break, looming overtop of you once more as she huffs and tucks a claw down her panties, her friends circling you and doing the same with their diapers, slowly guiding you towards the smaller “love shack” warehouse. They chuckle as you bump into them nervously as you walk, the green dragon giving you another sniff and saying they really ought to wash you first.

It looks like it’s going to be another engaging afternoon today, of that there’s no doubt in your mind. The question now becomes, which of the Windbourne dragons is going to enjoy you first? They’re sure to all want a turn with you sooner or later today, you consider as your heart rate increases. You glance back towards the pier, where Scarvy is talking with a couple of pelicans. You could also spend more time down the parrot’s pants, he’d surely love that, and as he mentioned earlier, the other supervisors would be delighted to get to know you better today as well.