Author's Note: This piece is kind of like a Your Character Here made for a Western (Wyrm) feral dragon. I've left some areas/words opened for you to fill in the blanks. If you wish to download this and use the Replace tool in a writing program instead, the changes will be between [ ] these things. No story, no setting. Use that imagination of yours and Go at it!

The bear nuzzles your neck collar/shoulder a little bit and proceeds to slip his fluffy winter coat (with extra fluff) under your chest. Bunting around your belly plates and leaning towards your slit, giving it a few prods with his nose and a few tender licks.

Lapping and kissing your peak when it starts to show, sliding that wet red appendage inbetween your folds and against your sensitive flesh while his white tail brushes against your chest and collar. Fluttering up to display his own white package looking rather heavy.

The bear welcomes every inch of that [color] tool, encouraging it to temporarily transfer out of it's habitat and into that warm red maw. The soft ivory pillars lightly pulling on it to improve growth as that tongue slides around the walls. Teasing the very tip a few times before venturing down towards it's current base, needing to squeeze inbetween that guarding slit once again to reach such a thing.

Lap after lap along the walls and underside of your pulsing length, Bartan playfully gnaws on it. Taking deep breaths of your scent through that muzzle while exhaling very warm heat over the [color] growing structure. Lightly sliding his fangs along the sides, withdrawing that tongue a little bit to feel his bottom set of ivory lightly catch on the [Spines? Bumps?].

And then a taste, just after a few jerks of your weapon. Jumping up to tag the top of the red ridged roof and let it drip down onto that appendage. Hearing the bear purr underneath you as that tongue greased up your flare with such a thing, oiling it up well before that muzzle took it's length in once again.

The red tip attempted to penetrate through the slit's defenses once again, but thus, it has been too late. Already starting to feel the density of your knot beyond it, Bartan would just have to be patient to gain access for it. Slipping it up above in a wide coil instead, letting that silky wet muscle paint the tower walls and several pairs of [nubs? Spines?] down below. Sliding it between each of them thoroughly.

Another jolt, at least double of what was given last time poured from that draconic tip. Letting the bear withdraw once again to accept it spread it across your weapon in time, carefully twisting his muzzle as it advanced and retreated slowly. Tugging against your length a little harder and playing you like an instrument as your foreclaws start to dig against his soft coat. Not minding in the slightest, barely picking up Bartan's deep purrs underneath your own, and the vibration of them...!

The vibration wasn't helping your endurance, caught in the same hypnotic motions for several minutes as more and more of that pre was released into that muzzle. Swearing you could hear it drip from his maw and into the grass as you slowly start to thrust into that white snout, no longer able to remain still and let him work.

However, not too long after you feel a tug on the back of your thigh, requesing you to sit down. Almost growling at the need to move, you begin to, feeling that bear maw follow it perfectly and never interrupt his task. The change in position makes it slightly easier for both you and him, as he starts to move a little faster. Nearly causing you to lean forwards, your chest pressing down on the living bodypillow with a swaying white tail.

Over and over again, Bartan muzzles you off. Feeling him starting to draw the pre-cum from your very weapon after every few intakes. Forcing you to growl deeply as you attempt to hold back and make the session last as long as it can. But with every hard suck, you feel your inner package nearly reach the edge! Getting a little bit of downtime with the several slides up and down, until he does it again. Leaving you in huffs that nearly spark a flame within it's wavy heat.

Another draw sent you so dangerously close to the edge you claw into that coat again. Feeling the bear withdraw entirely and making you wonder if you hurt him for a moment, only to feel that black nose 'kiss' your weapon's tip as it releases several heavy globs of pre. Oozing down over that furred snout and causing it to stick into clumps of white as it drips along both sides of that maw. The tongue tenderly lapping at your tool's underside as the edging tanks, leaving you to catch your breath.

Not for long though, as Bartan goes right back at it. Slow starts and laps, gentle pulls and playful gnaws. Leading up to gearing up in speeds then the occassional draws, making your instincts want to just shove the entire thing into his muzzle and stuff that furball full-!

But you resist. Barely. And let the white one resume his expertise. Building up your release along with your heavy huffs. Still trying to lightly thrust into that muzzle while sitting down, because your tail just cannot remain still. Thrashing about in the grass and giving off loud thumps in the ground when it flicks. Still clawing into the bear's backside, while also starting to hold it down quite hard too as you approach another edge-!

Only for Bartan to fully withdrawl once again! Getting you to growl as that snout reaches down to your slit, letting your knot rest on it while your entire length twitches over his head. Pre once again leaking out over him, dripping down just behind those brown eyes this time in a near biblical flood compared to the previous one. Soaking the top of his head, running down the sides and a little bit near those four ears.

Then the bear slowly started to pull back, letting that foggy rain ooze over his entire snout along the way. Giving his muzzle a full glaze of your pre before giving your tip a kiss, pulling away and creating a thick web of that heavy fluid between the two before lapping it up after a few exhales. Another tender kiss before you thrust that length into his muzzle, making the white one whimper a little bit.

But he resumes, lapping and sliding that silky tongue around your length at a medium speed. Refilling that inner energy once more, and this time a little quicker. Pulling on your length a little harder and trying to get that knot of yours to plop out loudly, already dretched from the constant pre fluids running down your tool.

And of course such a thing would get that muzzle's attention, pressing up against it's beginning swells as if to kiss it tenderly while the rest of your length releases a torrent down his throat. Actually surprising him for a moment and whimpering before parting that muzzle more and taking in the knot entirely. Giving it a few pulls that just races you to the edge, your claws digging into his coat again as he starts to pull out-!

But not this time! Reaching down with one of your fores and pressing the back of his wet head forwards! Forcing him to take in the entire length as you thrust into it! Letting the bear pull the knot again a few more times but always keeping that paw locked deep behind his head!

Your weapon throbs and twitches! Your tail sways and slams into the ground, nearly cracking it! A deep growl leaves the collar of your chest and vibrates in near quakes through your throat as that inner pool of energy is filled to the brim! Overflowing as your weapon swells up slightly in Bartan's maw, actually getting him to whine as you keep your forepaw along the back of his head for a few more moments, ensuring you've knotted him in!

Your back legs can't take it anymore, with too much straining energy running thorugh the muscles, they start extending upwards. Carrying the locked bear with them as you release your hold and return to that furred pillow below your head, squeezing it tightly as your erupt your seed directly into Bartan's muzzle. Thick spray after thick spray bulge his throat as your roar loudly, forcing him to swallow every drop-!

Or was he? Hearing a leak in that maw somewhere and once again reach down to clamp it shut! Cumming heavily into that bear and making those cheeks swell up slightly as your torrents start to back up in him muzzle! Keeping your hold there for what feels like several minutes as the white one continues to swallow and swallow, swearing his back starts to press up against your chest.

But your breaths gear down, along with your own sprays. Eventually causing your hinds to collapse and rest on top of what feels like a fluffy, low-filled 'waterbed'. Very warm and soft, perfect for sleeping on. And a nap did sound really good, as you get comfortable resting on his haunches. Still feeling your tool in his muzzle, throbbing and being pulled once in a while. Milking you of every drop of your seed while overstimulating you for a few last torrents, on the verge of a second orgasm as that tongue and maw never stop...!

Several more sprays are released into Bartan at about one quarter of the pressure, completely milking you dry and unconscious before they're even released. Swearing you could still feel that bear smile brightly as he shifts slightly. Still leaving your [color] weapon in that muzzle.