All My Friends Are Nobodies
By Bartan Tirix
For Bunsen

    A soft tone caused that navy ear to flick, catching it for the third or fourth time. Enough to finally alert the sleeping wyrm's brain and pry it from his slumber. Needing several moments to scan his body's needs while it stretched and flexed over the gold pile. Getting the dragon to grumble loudly and hear a gurgling growl as another 'ding-dong' went off. Did he even have a doorbell-?
    A second growl left his midsection, interrupting such a thought as the navy-scaled beast rolled off his back. Resting for a moment on his red plated underside, letting those large wings stretch to the top corners of his cave. Swearing it was smaller than he remembered, but this pile that made his bedding was quite large.
    Another damn ring was pulling the wyrm's tail, causing that ear to flick and snort as he got up. Never feeling so damn hungry, whoever was at the door better have a damn good excuse or be in current possession of three dozen pizzas, if they didn't want to be eaten. Getting lost in thought that he barely noticed some movement in the corner of his eye, making his scales click loudly in a spook.
    Just his reflection in a large mirror. Something he plundered to admire his stout self. Loving his own bulk, yes, but his lack of good food lately has started making him look thin. Worrying him slightly that his structure may revert back into his 'Twink' days as a young adult, only for another ding to get his attention once again.
    Though the light was dim, Bunsen could faintly see a very... Strange fog about. A tad light-headed as well as he walked to the doorway- when did he get a door installed here? -Another growl from his stomach and his own vocals when that bell rang again, finally opening the damn gate and ready to snap at whoever was in the unfortunate position on its flank.
    Only to stop when he noticed just how large the wooden door was revealing the creature. Sliding upwards to spot a semi-familiar white coat, a long tail, bloated pouch with a black stripe that divided it. The muscular figure was throwing him off until the creature's collar was finally unveiled; two large black 'cuffs' connecting to each other in a style that was like war paint. Making the dragon's heart flutter, a little more so when that muscled figure continued to be revealed... And his own crimson belly falling in love with the familiar scent of steak.
    A large box being held by the furred beast's single arm; heavy enough to flex that bicep and cause Bunsen to blush a little as his own golden discs connected with the brown ones. "Bartan?" The dragon questioned, his voice echoing like the two were the last ones left in the world. Getting a silent nod, a look of pure confidence, and a step forwards. "What are-?"
    But Bunen was interrupted by a sudden muzzle lock from the beastly looking polar bear, the familiar soft red tongue lapping against the dragon's own. Imagining a saxophone playing in the background as the place lit up. Nearly hypnotizing the wyrm as he took a step back, and the white one another step forwards. Wrapping a strong furred arm over the scaled shoulder as the kiss went a little deeper. Leaving the two blushing; the navy pair of slightly floppy ears, and the bear's twin set of wolf-ish ones. "I heard your call." Bartan purred deeply.
    Call? Just then the dragon's stomach growled, getting another confident and sly look from those brown eyes. "And you came to my rescue." Bunsen purred back, trying to ignore his blush, but those sunny discs couldn't help but glaze over the bear's... New appearance. It wasn't uncommon for him to be shape-shifted into something different, willing or not. Easily recalling one time where Bartan became a female dragon in heat, and this navy one mounting that wyrm for a week straight.
    However, this... This was new. Feral as usual, but able to (barely) walk on two legs. Muscles appearing out of the furball's white coat; unable to hide the constant bulges over his limbs, and of course a pouch that could easily hold three basketballs if he were 8 feet tall. A belly that would just barely hide those abs within the white forest, a stout chest, and an unusually large mane. This beast was just a few hairs shorter than the dragon himself.
    But a certain part of the dragon was more interested in the scent, his eyes shifting over to the open box just before the bear caught his snout again. Another near-melting kiss that pushed the dragon backwards with every step Bartan took. Eventually causing the dragon to trip backwards and roll into the sounds of- coins scattering?
    His perception warped, the dragon now back onto his bed with the beast on top of him. Kissing that navy muzzle deeply as those scaled claws gripped into his fluff. Pulling it as a set of familiar balls rested on his own crimson plated ones, grinding over them with fluff and sheaths. Easily making both males excited as their protections swelled in pulses and their openings leaked with pre.
    Without pausing or looking, the box was set down. The furball reaching inside with a single arm to pull out a large silver platter with a domed lid, something that actually looked much bigger than the box itself. But the dragon didn't care, all he wanted was that sweet scented meat inside...!
    The lid came off, and the will to just devour it was immense! One strong furred paw rested on the wyrm's red chest, pinning the dragon down as the beast broke the kiss. Licking the dark blue snout a few times in a tease, as the dome was tossed over to the side. Barely spotting a pile of large premium cuts of meat, already prepared and making Bunsen's mouth water something fierce. Then that paw on his chest went lower, detecting the near quake that omitted from hunger. "Let's get you filled up, shall we?" Another coy statement from the overconfident furball, but at this point the dragon didn't care. He'll mount the daylights out of him later, right now he just wanted to sink his teeth into something!
    A slab was picked up, dripping with juices as Bartan... Took it into his own muzzle!? Nearly making the navy one growl underneath as the cooked meal was left hanging out of that bear's maw. Lowering his white head close enough for Bunsen to snap his own fangs and sink it deep into the hanging steak, getting a little bit of resistance from the teasing bear. Hearing a growl from two places in the dragon, and letting go of his end so the wyrm could devour it!
    The cut was so large the scaled one could barely fit the entire thing in his maw. Medium Rare, just how he loved it. Causing his cheeks and lips to bulge out as he attempted to chew it, receiving a fountain of delicious juices with every bite until his stomach demanded its contents! Swallowing the slab, sending it down into his throat where it bulged out of his neckplates. Slowly shifting it lower and lower into that gut while that furball frotted his own pulsing red canid against the cyan draconic spire.
    His belly never felt so satisfied with a single '''bite''', finally getting something as it gurgled and shifted happily... But demanded more. Especially after some paw rubs as the white one took another steak in his maw, this time lightly swinging it back and forth. Chuckling at the dragon as he near-drunkenly snapped at it and missed it a couple of times, then sinking his teeth into the equally delicious meat.
    It was so warm, a hint of familiar orange and instantly putting together what the hell this furball glazed it with. But Bunsen didn't care, only making him pull on it harder as the bear above smirked at him deviously. Pulling on his coat harder and growling until Bartan let go, allowing the slab to quickly descend into the ivory cage where it was snapped up- only for that white muzzle to follow with another kiss!
    The dragon snarled, thinking the furball was trying to steal his meal but felt the juices pour out of the meat. The red tongue helping him chew while wrestling with the large tongue. Each set of fangs taking turns to puncture the meat so full of holes before it was finally empty, and was pressed into the back of Bunsen's maw. Forcing him to swallow as the slab bulged down his throat again.
    Only for those white paws to press against it, rubbing the swelling red scales up and down to slow the descent. Giving off some sensation as if it were struggling, making the scaled beast growl and purr loudly. More so with the constant grinds and rubs of their malehoods, occasionally releasing jolts of pre over that crimson belly. Swearing it was doubling in size with every steak that entered, soon getting strong strokes from those paws as the dragon's middle slightly rounded.
    Another cut was loaded into the white muzzle as Bunsen took hold of it on first opportunity, getting the two to play a little game of Tug-of-War with the durable slab. Pulling the tough meat as it leaked the orange glaze into the wyrm's teeth, uncovered due to his instinctive snarls and being teased. More so when Bartan added little twists to his pulls, eventually causing the dragon to lean forwards quickly with a pounce! Sinking his claws deep into that mane and pulling the bear's head down closer!
    A yelp and a chuckle left the furball as he gave the wyrm his reward, but the dragon didn't release his hold. Only pulled him up further before repositioning those navy paws back to the shoulders. Lightly sliding the bear up more and thrusting against that large fluffy pouch, attempting to get around it to that rear, but both Bartan and his package were just too big like this.
    But the furred one just licked Bunsen, waiting for him to swallow and nuzzle that bulge all the way down to his chest. Then those black padded paws stroking the crimson belly as it rounded out even further, the stomach beneath the protection having a field-day with the contents. Getting rubs and grinds from the bear as the wyrm's grip loosened enough for Bartan to collect another steak.
    Using that talented tongue to actually fold the slab in half, the bear completely hid it in his muzzle. The juices escaping between those black lips as he moved towards the navy snout- only to get that polar bear muzzle to be clamped shut by draconic paws! Licks from Bunsen's thick tongue against the furball's black snout, as one paw moved down to stroke that fluffy neck.
    An instinctive trigger, attempting to get the winter beast to swallow the thing whole! Those four ears lowered and blushed as Bartan fought them, but eventually needed to cave in. Feeling his own throat bulge greatly, glad to not have a gag reflex as the dragon pulled him 'forwards'. Then a bite against the fluffy neck; nothing too hard but it was felt through the thick coat, right against where the slab was coming through. Actually stopping it in place as that draconic tongue lapped at it tenderly, detecting the cut being milked of it's sweet nectar through the furball's throat before motioning it back up.
    It slid back up into those white cheeks as the wyrm locked fangs once again with Bartan. Once again sharing the meal in their maws before gifting it to the dragon, still giving an aggressive kiss as it slid down that red neck and into the belly. Extended it out further as it started to go to Bunsen's sides.
    That belly was getting full, yes, but it craved more and more. Taking the last cut of meat and the furball finally lost a little bit of confidence, shifting his gaze back and forth between the dragon and the medium rare steak. Getting the navy one's ears to perk up in question as that furball blushed. "What are you thinking?" It was barely a question, but a certain look he's come to know from the bear.
    Another whine as those ears fell. "Okay... Don't bite too hard-"
    "I make no promises." The navy one teased, giving the bear a playful shove and lapping at the rain of juices that came from the swaying slab. Watching the white one get up, full weapon on display and leaking that wonderful orange syrup as Bartan shuffled forwards. Watching the beast actually take the steak, wrap it around his own mating tool, and point it downwards to a chuckling navy maw.
    But the dragon opened wide nonetheless, licking the bear's tip and that thick piece of meat as it descended. Hearing the fluffy one slide on the gold piles once in a while as Bunsen's muzzle moved forwards, stuffing that snout into that white coat while his mouth was completely overfilled with meat. Biting into the steak and holding it relatively in place as the bear thrusted his shaft into the curled cut. Feeling Bunsen begin chewing it as it squished against the winter one's equipment!
    Then came the leaks of orange, jolts adding to the juices from the actual steak all sliding down the dragon's throat. Drinking it up while the bear 'muzzle-fucked' the scaled one, pushing the cut down further and further, until Bunsen had no choice but to swallow it. Instantly grabbing those fluffy haunches and keeping them in place while the bear whimpered, clenching his jaw over that red canine tool-!
    But not too hard. Enough to make the furball worry, sure, but that was it. Sealing up that navy muzzle and sucking the deliciously soaked weapon hard! Actually causing the bear to slip on his footing and drive that tool as far as it could go into Bunsen's muzzle! Even when trying to regain it, the navy paw's grasp against those firm hindquarters kept him down! That large tongue sliding and soaking up every drop it could find!
    Deep Draw after deep draw made the big bear blissfully howl, managing to get a single white paw against the dragon's head as a small climax was triggered! Growling loudly in a plea before flooding that navy maw with an orange torrent! Trying to take in all of it and use the syrup to wash the steak down, but leaking a pair of flanking squirts from the corner of his draconic maw. Soaking the furball's inner thighs and the treasures directly under them, including Bunsen himself.
    That bulge in the red neck slid down quite quickly, followed by several more smaller ones that added to that plated gut. Expanding quite a bit with the addition of the final cut, then very slightly as the dragon topped off the meal with a satisfying deep sink-load of orange fluids. Causing that belly to groan loudly in satisfaction as the winter beast panted, still being muzzled off a little more, milked for one last squirt before releasing a deep purr. Further teasing the furball with the vibrations, that silky tongue against the dozens of red spines, and the occasional brush against the ridges.
    Eventually, the dragon let Bartan's weapon go, but not the beast's behind. Grabbing it with claws and all and dragging him a bit dowards (from the wyrm's perspective), making the fluffy one lose whatever balance he could muster so Bunsen could roll over upright. Once again pulling the furball down the metal pile that was his bed, pulling that long white tail up and pressing his navy snout into that perfectly sculpted rear. Forcing the bear to release another gasp as that thick tongue was shoved deep down into his tailhole.
    Just as the dragon suspected; another flavor of sorts that was as unique as the beast's own. Reminding Bunsen of blueberries and grapes but it meant another was in here recently, which made the wyrm slightly jealous. Sliding his tongue in and out of that rear to force the more confident version of the furball into submission; he was still the same Bartan after all. Then a few little teases just below that hole: a small patch of fur that when lightly tickled, it made the white one leak profusely. Only taking three to make the bear cum hard into the piles of golden coins!
    As much as the dragon wanted to drink up those very juices again, this was his opportunity to get that heavy gut over the furball's bubbled hindquarters. Sliding the heavy underside overtop of the bear's back and hearing Bartan yelp loudly when he spotted what was happening! However, the combination of his body's strain during the release and the slippery bedding prevented his escape entirely! Being squished underneath Bunsen's sagging belly as it folded up his backside, aiding his blue spire in pointing down towards that muscled pair of haunches.
    A few prods against it to find that crease made the winter one whimper, but mostly in bliss. The dragon knowing just how much Bartan loved being weighed down and pinned, no matter what level his confidence was at. He was still the submissive little cub underneath, giving that mane a few strong strokes with those navy paws as the beast blushed deeply and panted. The wyrm's weapon wedging inbetween those bubbled cheeks and sliding under that tail, throbbing while releasing a few jolts of pre against the sensitive furs.
    Only to suddenly press in and slide perfectly into that stretched out hole, even if it was a little tight. This damn bear was always a little constrictive down here, like penetrating a first-timer every session Bunsen's ever had with this furball. Sometimes even when they were back to back.
    A few more pets and a playful nibble onto a fluffy ear as Bartan huffed, making the scaled beast above purred deeply. "Let's get you filled up, shall we?" The dragon reused the furball's earlier line against him, further making him whine loudly. Unable to control his navy grin as those brown eyes double taked at the golden discs, loving just how he knew how to press the white one's buttons.
    And before the bear could object, Bunsen drove his entire length into that rear! Making the beast gasp loudly and squeeze every inch of that blue weapon tightly! Keeping it still for a few moments and feeling out every little bump along the tool's underside as it throbbed. Taking the time to reset those navy hind legs for greater position, and the very second the grip faded, the wyrm proceeded to pound that rear!
    The fluff was surprisingly padded for being so firm, allowing the dragon to nearly slam all of his weight; standard and recently acquired, into his movements without worry! Gripping those white shoulders while that enormous belly pinned Bartan's back downwards, the pile shifted up enough to present that rear and tail higher than the bear's front end! The thrusts swinging his own heavy crimson pouch into the padded white and black! Swearing they've gotten bigger over the visit!
    Curse the damn teasing bear, the wyrm could already feel himself edging so soon into the session thanks to those previous actions! Making the dragon a little frustrated and taking it out on the furball in a series of mounting actions; the obvious pounding, getting harder and harder the faster he went. Clawing into those shoulders as hard as he could, and those jaws biting into the back of that padded neck! Needing to actually use his full draconic strength to get through that heavy mane!
    But Bunsen loved it! Not needing to hold back in the slightest as he slammed into his fluffy friend! Mounting him harder than he ever mounted anyone or anything! So lost in the actions and the bear's singing that he didn't even notice himself soar past the point of no return! Using that full belly to nearly bounce himself steadily up and down as that blue knot formed! Bulging in and out of that rear, stretching it wider and wider with every thrust!
    Until it couldn't stretch anymore! Locking itself inside and actually lifting that perfect set of haunches up with the dragon's motions! Sliding Bartan faintly underneath the wyrm, giving the impression of signs of a struggle, which only tormented those draconic instincts! Telling him to pin harder! Bite with more strength! Thrust deeper as he came a little early! Flooding that backside with the dragon's seed as the navy one kept at it!
    Bartan's whimpers climbed, until a slight gurgle left his white muzzle! Getting the attention of those golden eyes as he spotted a little bit of murky white fluids starting to leak out the corner of that fluffy maw! Taking one of his paws off-duty from the shoulder and using it to grip that muzzle shut! Preventing any escape for his seed as the wyrm continued to fill up the furball! Actually feeling Bartan's body press upwards against that stuffed belly! Thrusting into it again and again and again! Until he felt a thick wet rope land on his snout-!

    Bunsen's mind was shocked awake as his body strained tightly! Actually catching another wet torrent into his maw; one of his own flavor as he felt his tool erupt into the air above him! Constantly feeling the sides of that throbbing blue horn being stroked off, helping the scaled beast through his orgasm as he painted his underside thoroughly! The occasional lick was detected, but barely registered until the main climax was starting to descend.
    It left the navy one panting, half dazed but purring deeply. Feeling that tool being muzzled clean and catching the last few torrents before climbing back up to the hazy scaled maw; large tongue lolling out of it. Being gently caught by a smaller other as it kissed the dragon- instantly getting a glob of Bunsen's own release within his maw and making him growl loudly. Taking hold of the fluffy creature but continuing the muzzle-lock even after the yelp, though a bit more aggressively now.
    Damn teasing bear... He knew this coat anywhere, and forced the smaller one down against the dragon's soaked plated underside. Using that thick coat as a towel as he rubbed the furball up and down his rather flat underside. "Have a good dream?" Bartan chuckled at him, not minding in the slightest that his coat was being used to mop up cum.
    "Yesss..." Bunsen purred loudly, thrusting his tool against the bear's rear end, but not quite getting the correct angle for penetration. Though, slightly disappointed that it wasn't the muscular beast in his slumber. However, a sudden growl within that red underside gave him an idea... "But... We're going to need steak."
    "Steak?"
    "Lots and lots of Steak."