Qibli’s thoughts lingered on Moonwatcher as the dragon lazily stalked a doe through the forest. Weeks of flirting and the dazzling NightWing still hadn’t picked up on his obvious hints. A compliment here, a smile there; an accidental touch of the tail, a brush from one of his wings. What, did he have to ask her to lift her tail for her to understand his affections? That felt too brazen even for him, but at this point, he’d try anything. 

Even since joining Jade Mountain Academy he’d been unbelievably horny. With no privacy, there really weren’t many opportunities to take care of certain needs. There was the public waste cave, of course, which led down to the outside. He’d considered rubbing one out in there, but after giving it some thought: ew. No. So he’d spent weeks without any relief, and it was driving him up the walls with frustration.

Moonwatcher’s odd interactions only made his urges worse. It was almost like she knew when he had lewd thoughts, almost always finding an excuse to leave whenever his arousal picked up, but he chalked that up to coincidence. Unless she was a mind reader? But that was a myth, and not a very realistic one at that. 

Honestly, if another student raised her tail for him and said ‘go for it’, he’d mount her without a second’s thought. That was how bad it was getting. It felt wrong, though. Like he would be betraying Moon, despite the fact they weren’t dating. Still. He wanted his first time with a dragon to be special, and sharing it with Moon sounded about as special as it could get.

Fighting the urge to sigh, Qibli crept closer to the petite animal, who had stopped in a clearing to eat some grass. He could relate to his doomed prey: his stomach was growling, too. But thoughts of Moon and her gorgeous tail and even more gorgeous eyes ruined his approach, the deer’s ears flicking his way when one of his folded wings brushed against a bush. 

After a tense moment of thinking it would look his way and spot him hiding in the brush, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the deer went right back to eating, unconcerned. 

He found himself peeking under its tail as he approached, curious if it really was a female deer, or just a young buck lacking antlers. Not only was she just so much smaller than him, but he also had no idea how to sex an animal, aside from the antlers for deer and some other subtle differences. He figured trying wouldn’t hurt. He knew the males had external testicles, which was quite frankly bizarre, so all he had to do was check if those were missing. After a few seconds of staring at the deer’s fluffy butt and being unable to spot even a hint of testicles, he concluded his initial interpretation was correct.

She was a doe.

Happy at properly sexing his prey despite it not really mattering since he’d be eating her soon, Qibli left the bushes, one slow paw after another, and hoped she didn’t hear him. But just as he’d been about to pounce, her fluffy little tail shot straight up, making him fear he’d been spotted. He had to catch her before she bolted!

Instead of darting away, though, the doe remained in place as a stream of what was most definitely not water spilled from under her tail, splattering down onto the forest floor. The doe, oblivious to her imminent doom, was peeing right in front of him! But the sight was nothing compared to the distinctly feminine scent assaulting him underneath the powerful twang of urine. The sort of scent he’d smell whenever a dragoness was in heat, or if he walked into a room after a female finished masturbating. Admittedly, that'd only happened once, and after being face-to-face with a mortified, angry Seawing Princess, he decided not to follow his nose in the future. As hilarious as it was. 

Qibli couldn’t look away from the peeing doe. He stood, transfixed. Bleating softly, the doe lifted a hind leg to better get the crystal-clear stream flowing, obviously enjoying the simple delight of relieving oneself. There was a lot in her, too. Enough to create a small puddle, steam billowing upwards due to the chill of the cool evening air. Perhaps she was well-hydrated? That would explain the lack of yellow tint to her urine. It also reminded him that he hadn’t been drinking a lot of water recently… he’d drink some from the river after dinner.

A familiar pressure built in his genital slit as he watched her pee, one that would have embarrassed him if anyone were around to see it. Being aroused because of prey, and because she was relieving herself, no less? He’d be the laughing stock of the continent! Sure, he was bold and boisterous, but not that much. And yet, he found the situation incredibly enticing. This deer was female. She was fertile. And he was the only male around to see it.

Animals have vaginas too, whispered something from the darkest recesses of his mind. Imagine how wonderfully warm, soft, and tight she’d be. It was wrong to think this way. It was unnatural to want to mount a dumb animal. But his penis obviously disagreed, having breached his genital slit to dangle proudly between his hind legs, throbbing and ready. So many lonely nights without relief…

No one would have to know. 

Qibli spread his wings and lunged at the still-urinating doe before he could have any second thoughts about it. The doe swiveled to look his way, but she only had the time to bleat her surprise before he landed on her, her neck in his jaws as he went for the kill. But he didn’t bite down. Instead, he used his grip to keep her steady as he desperately jerked forward, jabbing her soft, furry backside with his aching length as he desperately searched for a fleshy hole to bury himself in. He ended up thrusting into that hot stream of doe piss, splashing it everywhere. From there, it was only a matter of following the pressure and slippery heat.  He growled into her neck when his tip brushed against his target with a wonderful squish, and he pushed forward, as nothing was more important than entering the warm slit under her short fluffy tail.

The doe’s bleats grew in intensity as he tried to enter her, but she was just so small. Sliding along those squishy folds felt wonderful, so hot, so slick, better than any masturbation session already, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted--no, needed more. He wanted inside this female, needed to breed this female, had to slide deep, deep into her and fill her innermost depths with his hot fertile seed. Her tightness wouldn’t deter him! She was the prey, and he was her predator. It was time to take what was his. 

Qibli growled his desires as he bit down harder and thrust forward again, and this time he roared with triumph as her tiny opening spread gloriously for his tip. The sensation of sinking into the doe’s much too tight vagina was nothing short of miraculous. The unique friction, her slick heat, the way her walls squeezed and squeezed and refused to let him go, all of it had him moaning into his new mate’s neck. The doe, meanwhile, was squealing, the insistent spasms of her innards squeezing him tight obviously not those of pleasure. He almost felt bad for her. She might have just been an animal, but maybe he should be gentler? Make her last moments one of bliss, not torture. To thank her for such a wonderful experience.

But she feels so good… So tight, so warm. I don’t want to stop. He shoved himself deeper, using all the force in his hips to make their sexes flush. Her slit throbbed against his, soft, slick, and hot against him, like a gentle tongue caressing his opening. A wonderful contrast to the desperate contractions going on inside the doe’s vagina as her body fought back against the violent intrusion, the tightness ironically making this all the more amazing for him. 

Qibli didn’t need to thrust for long before his climax approached. It built steadily, swiftly, his jaws biting down harder and harder as he lost his self-control to the pleasure. He had only pulled halfway out and slammed back inside a few times when it struck him like lightning. He lost control as relief washed over him, and there was a sharp crack as he bit down, the doe he was raping grew deathly still. He didn’t care. He just hooked his forelegs around her belly and held her close to his chest to squirt his pent-up lust deep into her quivering tunnel where her muscles continued their urgent dance.

He stayed there, ejaculating into the occasionally twitching for what proved to be the best thirty seconds of his life. Qibli pulled out only when he physically couldn’t stay inside anymore, panting loudly. “That… wow. How have I never done this before?! It’s free sex, anywhere and anytime I want! I don’t even have to woo a dragoness, or go through awkward social games. I can just find a female deer, or cow, or, well, anything!”

He looked down at the doe, her otherwise empty eyes wide with panic. With the fading pleasure came the guilt. His first time and he killed his mate. Even if she was just an animal, it felt… wrong, somehow. Like he’d betrayed her. Which was ridiculous--again, she was an animal. But the way she had screamed before... how her urgently squeezing insides had been stretched in ways they probably weren’t meant to. He peered down at her rump, and watched as her reddened, inflamed genital slit leaked red-tinted ejaculate, and wished he had been gentler. 

But with his arousal satiated, Qibli’s stomach growled. It appeared he was still quite hungry. Time to eat.