A True Story?

Zip turned his head, ears focusing as his chair was tugged at by his seeing-eye dog Viking.  “What’s up boy?” he asked, before hearing the unmistakable throb of the four cylinder boxer engine in the Subaru Brumby pull up in the driveway of the cave house he shared with his Mate, the turbo hissing as its pressure was safely blown off while it rumbled to a stop.  The green dragon smiled patting the feral pooch on his head, “You may not be able to talk, but your hearings still better than mine.”

Viking whined, nudging up against Zip’s scaly hand.

“Your turn Zip, have you fallen asleep over there?” Sounded in his headset, bringing his attention back to the fact that he was actually in the middle of an online game of Uno with a fellow ‘blind’ wolf-bitch and a male cougar.  He was good at card bombing them, but the sound of his Mate they didn’t know about arriving home, had distracted him from his play.  He randomly dropped a card from his electronic hand, hearing the buzzer as he was annihilated by the next counter card.

“Bollocks!” he muttered to a tirade of laughter from his ears.

“Gotcha there dragon!” The American cougar taunted.

“I know, I know…look my housemate is home from the mines.  I have got to go.” Zip replied quickly, hitting forfeit on his control pad.

“Ahhhh…you don’t need to drop everything!” his friends commented together.

“I do, and I am.  He has just driven for fourteen hours and I have a meal in the oven for him…I will pounce on you tomorrow, he can join us too maybe.” Zippo replied, dropping the Skype call as the key turned in the lock, “Go fetch him for me boy,” he whispered to Viking who stood up, tail wagging as Zippo followed the dog’s paw pads out of the room, grinning as Ruth greeted the Labrador with a huge bout of enthusiasm and dropped his bags by the door with two soft thumps on the tiles.

His blindness was a real nuisance…though it had led him onto a website with stories that stirred feelings within him that he never knew he could possibly have hidden.  A few toys had followed from that same website, and then a chat with the author of his favourite yarn which had ended up with them talking on Skype.  They had meshed minds…something had just clicked.  If someone had told him that he would be issuing an invite to a ‘Male’ British dragon living 9000 miles away to come over and be his Mate only twelve months previously, he would have laughed it off and told them to get a life…but here he was, waiting impatiently while his seeing eye dog fetched said British dragon from the door of their co-owned cave house to him where he was sat in the chair by the computer in the den.

A job in the mines, a strong paycheque and the promise of a loving home had brought him over to him.  Now nine months of fun and frolics later, he didn’t know what he would do if that battered old pick-up didn’t pull into the drive again.  He chuckled to himself, why the pick-up instead of a conventional car?  An old toy from Ruth’s past that he couldn’t resist having again when the money was available.

The slap of heavy boot-soles on the tiles, with the skittering of Viking’s claws in their wake got closer and closer as Ruth approached the den.  What the hell the white dragon saw in him, he didn’t know… or at least he assumed he was white, it was something he would never know unless medical science solved his issue in the future.  That thought flitted through his mind for just long enough for a cold wet nose to land on his knee, and two strong arms to close around his shoulders as lips brushed against his, “Sending out the hounds again I see,” Ruth’s English brogue sounded as he chuckled and lifted the headset from where it rested on his green ears.

“I missed you…” Zip said as he leant into the kiss, his hand tracing a pattern in Viking’s head fur as a reward for fetching his beau to him again.

“I know kidling, I know.  I have news for you to, but first I think I should go and use the bog after my drive.”  He stood, placing a hand on Viking’s head briefly, “Take your ward to the pool boy…the grotto pool, not the one in the yard.” He instructed the dog who turned and backed up until his harness handle was found by Zip’s questing talons.

Ruth chuckled as he headed into the marble lined bathroom, using the appliance as he had suggested he would do before dropping all his rock dust encrusted clothes into the hamper by the door.  He looked at himself in the floor length mirror, the lights from the spots overhead glancing off his dust greyed scales, sparkles of the mica infused rock floating off every time he moved.  He glanced at the shower, the thought fleeting, but decided against it as it would prolong his absence from Zip just that little bit more.  “The pool’s filtration will take care of it,” he muttered to himself as stepped out of the room, naked as the day he hatched to trot towards the rocky pool that was carved from the bedrock at the deepest part of the cave house.

Cursing, he backtracked slightly to his bags by the door, bending stiffly to fish out the two small packages from where they had been carefully hidden in the steel toe caps of his spare work boots.  His fellow rock-rats had caught wind that he was up to something on this two week off from his shifts, and he wouldn’t have put it past them to have turned his bags inside out just for the hell of it.  The news he had was important, the implications of it even more so.

He padded quickly back to where Zip was awaiting him in the rocky grotto.  Hugh Hefner had nothing on this.  The mourning widow that they had picked up this house from three months previously had had a very creative Mate who had hand carved this whole house and the thirty foot by fifty foot pool from the raw rocks of the Darling Range hills, it was also over twelve foot deep in places.  She couldn’t stand the idea of living with the memories any longer.  No one other than visitors to the inner recesses of the house even knew that it existed, the closest point to the front door being over a hundred foot into the rock face.  His wage allowed them the luxury of this unique home, though Zip was now working part time online as a sales dragon while the rental of his old place paid half the mortgage.

His green dragon was waiting, ears cocked towards the grotto’s entrance as he approached, hand still loosely gripped around Viking’s duty handle where they were stood, awaiting his arrival.  The Labrador snorted as he turned his head, an almost grin forming on his muzzle...though of course that was not possible. “I am guessing Viking that he is naked as usual?” Zip queried as he dropped the handle.  Viking nodded his head away from his ward’s touch, tapping his nose twice against the fabric covering Zip’s crotch, “Ahh, he has a hard on to!” Zip continued giggling deeply.  “Off duty now friend, listen for my call.”

The dog nodded and padded off towards one of the many bean pillows around the house and settled down heavily on his side, snout firmly pointed towards the pool where he knew there would certainly be something happening soon.

“I swear that dog is more intelligent than he appears!” Ruth commented as he laid his hands on Zip’s shoulders after placing the packages on one of the bar’s Jarrah wood surfaces.

“Oh I think he is to...an Anthro brain trapped in a feral body.  He certainly knows everything that I want, and gets it for me if he can...” Zip turned his head away for a moment.

“What is it love?” Ruth asked.

“He can’t get me you when you are away all the time,” Zip replied after a second, turning back into Ruth’s embrace.

“I will push for a position in one of the local mines...”

“No...Don’t jeopardize your job love.  You only have three months left on your visa, and we must get you sponsored or I will lose you for a twelve month exclusion period.”

Ruth grinned, despite the fact there was no-one but Viking to see it.  He just couldn’t help himself.  “We had better make the most of the time that I am here then,” he suggested gently lifting Zip’s T shirt up and over his head, the buttons at the back popping open so his wings could slip free.

Zip chuckled, running his hands over Ruth’s chest as rock worn talons undid his shorts buttons to.  “You are losing even more puppy fat love,” Zip whispered as the now clearly defined muscles flexed and swelled under his questing fingers.

“Well I was a fat old courier when I arrived here... working underground has really helped me regain the figure I had when I was twenty...not the one I have had for the last fourteen years.  I am stronger now than I even was.”

“I will have to feed you up again then...I liked having love handles to grab onto!”

Ruth laughed and picked Zip up in one quick move, holding him shoulder high he ran forward six steps and threw him into the pool with an enormous splash, “Cheeky bugger!” Ruth replied as he launched him.

Zip surfaced spluttering for air, his momentary shock being replaced by chuckles as humour enveloped him like the warm water, “I know, and you wouldn’t have me any other way would you?”

“Of course not...now get out of those shorts...I am coming to get you!” Ruth exclaimed, paddling into the water down the steps, a mist of rock dust disseminating into the clear water with each step.

“You will have to catch me first!” Zip replied throwing his sodden shorts and pants in the rough direction of Ruth’s splashing, and grinning as the fabric splatted against scales and not water before he turned and started stroking away as strongly as he could.

Ruth didn’t even bother ducking as the wet material enveloped his face like an octopus going in for a feed...instead he just breathed in deeply of his Mate’s lust, the uncontrollable leaking of pre from Zip having impregnated the shorts before they had even left his body. “I’m going to get you for that!” Ruth shouted, a chuckle removing the threat from his words as he ducked under the water to rinse himself clean, before stroking rapidly out towards where Zip was fleeing towards the deepest part of the pool.

Viking just shook his head as his slow eyes followed the foreplay across the water, Master One's shrieks getting shriller and shriller as Master Two closed the gap rapidly.  Shifting on to his feet, the Seeing Eye dog walked to the pool’s edge and pulled the sodden shorts from where they were butting against the rocky ledge.  They were wonderfully impregnated with his Master One's scent, so he tugged them over to his bean bag and placed them near where his head would be.  His crotch was aching for attention, despite the fact he was all show and no blow thanks to the ‘cruelest cut’ when he was a puppy in training, but the hormone infused air of the pool grotto was arousing him, and the smell of his Master One's maleness was just what he needed to go with the show.  His pink tip was emerging slowly from his black furred sheath as Master Two's head vanished under the water, and he laid his muzzle firmly down into the crotch seam of the shorts and breathed deeply as he watched to see what happened next.

Zip paused for a second, allowing the water to drain from his ears as the lack of splashing alerted him to the fact that his chaser was either hurt or now stalking him, “Ruth?” he queried tentatively, “Ruth...stop playing silly buggers...where are y..........!” he vanished under water in a cloud of bubbles as a set of powerful jaws closed around his throbbing shaft and strong arms gripped his thighs and pulled him towards the pool bottom in a moment of temporary panic.

Viking snorted.  Rescue was one of the things he was trained for...but he didn’t think it was needed this time.  Eyes still scanning the water he started to lisp at and lick his own cock into full arousal as the pool’s surface churned in agitation.  Why his Master’s didn’t just do it the normal way and pin one another on the floor, taking each other in the correct position he didn’t know.  If the fresh Setter bitch they had been talking about ever materialized...he would soon sort her out that way!  His sterile meat throbbed slightly at the thought as Master One's head broke the water again with a fountain of invective heavy spume.  The dog shook his head again...there was no need for that language, he would never be so uncouth!  Having said that...he was rather glad that his barks and growls couldn’t be understood by the Masters when the cat next door pissed in the front garden!

Ruth used his legs as giant muscular springs as he reached the bottom of the pool, bouncing off the naked rock like a primordial scaled kangaroo that time forgot, launching him and his painfully erect victim upward in a plume of spewing bubbles.  As the silvery curtain above parted around Zip’s head he released his hold on the salty meat in his mouth and used his shoulders to launch the spluttering green dragon, glittery back scales catching the light from the halogen spots in the ceiling reflecting through the water that they were shedding as he cursed his way skyward before he crashed back into the water with an enormous splash on his back.

Ruth used his inertia to follow his Mate through the air and landed on him, stomach to stomach in the pool, tail thrashing to keep them afloat as he ground Zip’s cock between their conjoined belly scales.  Locking his lips with the green dragon’s to stem the tide of invective and breathe some of his essence into his straining lungs he held tight with his arms as he hunched up until his own turgidly eager tip found its intended target and slipped within the ring of bright scales with a satisfying ease.

Zip swore profusely as he was pulled under by his Mate playing shark, his member engulfed by his hot mouth.  Air was leaking fast from his lungs as his muscles tensed in a shock reaction at his treatment before he suddenly felt the direction of his travel reverse violently.  His head broke the surface tension and he opened his mouth to both gasp air and protest vocally at his capture.  All the air was spectacularly knocked out of him as before he could orientate himself, he slammed back into the unforgiving rippled surface on his folded wings and semi-submerged again with more profuse invective that echoed off the walls of the grotto.  A large weight landed on his belly, scales grinding against his as his cock was electrified with the sensation of being pummeled by the slippery movements of his Mate positioning himself.

He knew what was coming as his lips were locked tight shut with a pair of familiar ‘white’ ones, silencing him with a tongue that curled around his in a kiss that he had never really approved of.  His lungs filled with the hot air of his lover’s lust as he felt himself shifted upon.  Heat enveloped him through the warm water as the super-hot tip of Ruth’s shaft rubbed upon and then slipped within his ring like a fat poker fresh from the fires of his carnality.  His own shaft twitched heavily as inch by inch he was taken again for the first time in over two long weeks.  Toys were no substitute for the real thing...nothing could fill his heart with the pleasures that his Mate’s shaft could.  His internal balls started to contract even before he felt his tail base kissed by Ruth’s external ones, the final inch or two of his favourite ‘toy’ sinking within him finally.

Viking looked up from his own self attentions as Master One's lips split around Master Two's, a moan of pure bliss escaping as Master One's member slapped free in the air and pumped a cream fountain out into the space between their two conjoined bellies.  The thick milk running into the water as a wave of intense musky scent hit the dog’s nose like a car smashing into a crash barrier.  His hips thrust involuntarily, thrashing at the bitch that wasn’t there as the fluids from his prostate spilled from his cock’s tip in the ‘half-orgasm’ he could only achieve in his cut state.  He huffed and bent his head again to clean up his own mess, his pointed tip on fire as his tongue began to bathe it afresh...

Ruth grinned as he let the lip lock ease a little so Zip’s moan of pleasure could escape as his cock plastered them both with its seed. “A case of blue balls?” he queried the panting green dragon as he shifted slightly to settle himself fully within his shaft’s favourite cave.

“Yessssss!” Zip hissed, “I haven’t toyed for three days because you were due home.”

Ruth chuckled, “I had better fill you then.  One of my fellow rock-rats brought up a book that has been doing the rounds of the camp.  I laid my hands on it this week for the first time.  It is rather educational!”

With that Ruth began to tense his abdominal muscles, his eight pack rippling under his scales as he forced extra blood pressure into his crotch and began to twist himself five degrees to the left, ten degrees to the right, almost imperceptible to canine eyes that observed them, but boy oh boy was it causing some sensations for him and in his lovers bowels.

Zip’s blind eyes widened as he was spread even further, Ruth’s cock swelling and rotating within him gently as the micro scales snicked and pulled at his lining as the two globes of power rubbed against his tail base without ever leaving it.

Ruth’s breathing was deepening now as the sensations started to build to a climax within him.  He could of held off longer as he was assiduous in his routine of masturbation in the mornings; there was nothing more awkward than popping a boner when a couple of thousand feet underground, surrounded by nothing but other males and heavy vibrating machinery...though having said that, the machinery could give some interesting sensations...but he didn’t want to.

He let his need build to a peak, driving Zip wild with his continued ministrations and nips at his neck until he felt the green dragon’s ring start to tighten for a second time around him.  He grinned, and enveloped his Mate’s mouth in his again, stilling his tail’s movements and allowing them to sink into the depths as he mentally released his control as the warm cave his shaft was buried in began to ripple and twitch around him.  Ruth’s balls emptied with a fury that his ‘female’ toys could not fetch from him.  The water around their conjoined points misting with both their seeds as Zip joined him in a full anal orgasm, mouths now clear of each other as they screamed bubbles out into the pool’s water, to float silently to the surface.

Viking looked up again from his toilette as his Masters sank from sight again.  Huge bubbles infused with musk were popping all over the area where they had been.  They had better sort a bitch out for him soon, or he would end up breaking his training and humping the sofa in revenge for teasing his senses like this!

They surfaced a few minutes later like breaching whales, breathing heavily in unison as Ruth stroked towards the exit side of the pool, Zip holding onto the tip of his tail as a guide until his feet bumped the bottom again.  “Well that was one way to greet me!” Zip exclaimed as with a hand laid gently on Ruth’s back he climbed up the steps and stood dripping on the rock ledge alongside him.

“Thought you might like it,” Ruth joked, pulling him tight for a hug, “My greeting is not over yet...come, let’s shower off this chlorine taint.”  Ruth’s eyes focused on Viking where he was still watching them closely in return.  He winked. “I saw you...” he mouthed silently, so Zip didn’t know.

Zip grinned and allowed himself to be led to the side of the grotto where a bubble glass wall screened a large double sized showering area from the poolside.

Ruth flicked the water onto hot and stepped in, pulling his Mate behind him, “Could you scratch an itch I have been unable to sort out for the last couple of weeks?” Ruth asked cutely, running his lips across Zip’s gently as the scalding water cascaded across the both of them.

“Where would that itch be located?” Zip asked as he massaged the water into Ruth’s pectorals, murring as Ruth reached over his shoulders and manually extended his wings to rub gently at his membranes, clearing the pool water from where it always settled in the folds of them.

“Oh I think you can guess...” Ruth replied, turning and squatting on all fours facing away, running his tail tip up from Zip’s crotch to his chin, “If you want to that is,” he continued suggestively.

Zip smiled and followed the teasing tail down to its root and his new target, “You need never ask love, you need never ask that!”

Viking huffed, he was not a lip reader, but from Master Two's body language, he knew that he had been observed.  If they got him that bitch, he wouldn’t have to self-stimulate!  Having said that of course, it would not stop him rooting her in public, nor would it stop him from doing it in front of his Masters!  He shook his head to rid it of an itch in his ears as a scuffle followed by a groan of pleasure came from behind the shower partition.  ‘They should just knot and tie, get it all over with in one go and lie together for thirty minutes!’  He thought, as both a green and white tail tip started thrashing out around the glass.

His ear itched again and he attacked it angrily with his back paw, jingling his leading harness that was still attached.  They should have removed it, and would just have to use the spare if he was wanted on duty again tonight; the itch was driving him nuts!  He rolled to his feet, stretching before padding over to the poolside and jumping in noisily, submerging himself as he started paddling away strongly, constantly dipping his head under water to sooth the irritation while his leading handle rested on his upper buttocks, almost erotically rubbing the top of his tail-base with each strong kick of his legs.  Good job the Master’s didn’t mind him taking a swim every now and again!

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Ruth chuckled deeply as they emerged from the shower after twenty minutes, ”Viking has been for a swim to,” he said, “I forgot to take his harness off.”

“Oh bollocks!” Zip exclaimed, “Can you fetch the other one from our room while I dry him?”

“No need, at least not for tonight.  I am your seeing eye dragon don’t forget,” Ruth replied, teasing as he tapped Zip on the chest with his tail.  “I will go and dry off, you give him a rinse.”

Zip chuckled, “Flick the shower on again then, the only thing worse than the smell of wet dog, is wet chlorinated dog!  Viking, come boy,” he commanded.

Viking trotted over from where he had shaken himself.  Zip bent and gently undid the harness as he had done many times before, letting the sodden leather drop to the floor.  “Come, let’s give you a shower.”

Viking snorted, and followed Master One back into the shower.  He didn’t like showers...but his training overrode his inherent hatred for them and he reluctantly allowed himself to be groomed right down to him undercoat by his Master’s questing talons.  It did feel rather good though, the deep scratching as they ruffled his epidermis in a way his own teeth just couldn’t reach.  The water petered off and he opened his eyes again from his semi-state of unconscious bliss.  “Dryer time now I think,” Master One said, feeling against the wall for guidance as he walked out of the shower and around the corner to the dryer cubicle.  Master Two had already used it, and was lounging in one of the chairs waiting for them to finish with something on the table next to him.  Viking harrumphed again; he was also already erect and waiting.

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“Off duty still boy,” Master One said as they stepped from the machine, “Just lead me to Ruth first.”  Viking presented his now considerably fluffier tail to Zip, and then gently led him over to the chair where Master Two was awaiting them.  “Thank you boy,” Zip said and patted the Labrador on his head.  Viking went and curled up on his beanbag again, head heavier than before as he closed his eyes this time for a nap.

Ruth reached for Zip’s hand and pulled him to his side, “About that news, care to sit on my lap?” he asked quietly, tugging the hand to his erect and waiting member.

Zip grinned, “And why would I want to do that?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh I don’t know...maybe because you love me?” Ruth replied, his voice just as teasing.

“You are not on one of the plastic chairs are you?  I don’t want us to end up on the floor in a heap.”

“I am currently riding the best quality lump of Myrtle my hands can make for us,” Ruth reassured him.

“Well I guess then that I may love you.”  Zip grinned and felt for Ruth’s legs and straddled his feet, walking John Wayne like up them until Ruth’s strong arms gripped him by the waist and lifted him the final foot.   Zip reached underneath himself and gripped Ruth’s cock, lining it up with its target, so that he could be lowered to the hilt.

“Comfy?” Ruth queried as he released his hold.

Zip was painfully erect again, cock pointing straight up and forward at Ruth’s chest, “As comfy as I always am when I am a whole dragon again with you.  If we could only merge permanently I would,” he replied sighing, “What is this news you tease...or is this just an excuse to screw me a second time tonight?”

“Oh this is only the middle round...I am feeling like a third when we go to bed,” Ruth responded, running his hand gently over Zip’s cheek, “You been using the gym equipment I bought for you like a good dragon...I want you around for a few years yet you know?”

“A few times...” the green dragon responded, rubbing against the caress.

“How many times is a few?” Ruth pressed.

“Maybe four or five times since you left me again...” Zip replied holding onto the questing hands on his body.

“You must do better than that...we will work out together while I am here, get you used to it.”  Ruth replied gently wrapping his hand around Zip’s cock.

“And this is not a workout?” Zip queried, his breaths growing deeper again as Ruth began to massage him.

“Oh I think that we will be having a few of these ones as well!”

With that Ruth began to gently twitch his hips, only moving himself in and out of Zip’s seated form by half an inch or so with each thrust upwards.  The sensations of their mutual love making built quickly, Ruth feeling the telltale signs if Zip’s imminent eruption coming and bent to take his tip in his mouth just before the green dragon blew.  A few final thrusts and he let himself fill his dragon for a second time, his hot heavy breaths blasting from his nostrils against Zip’s stomach which was bulging in time with movements of his orgasming cock within as he swallowed the copious amounts of seed that were blasting into his throat.

After they had both come down, Zip started to get up, but was held firmly in place by Ruth, “Just let me deflate inside of you.  Do you want that news now?”

“I wanted it when you first told me you had some,” Zip protested.

“Did you not want this first though?”

“Oh yes...I have been wanting this since the door closed behind you last time.”

“Then I think that the delay was mutual then.  Zip love, I have in my bag a letter of sponsorship from the company to present to the embassy in Canberra.”

“What?!  They have sponsored you?”  Zip exclaimed getting all excited again.

Ruth grunted as the chair groaned under their combined weight, “They have, but you have to remember that that may not be enough for them to extend the visa, or grant me residency.

“I know, I know...but it is still great news.  Oh...You have made this dragon’s day!”

“I thought I had done that already...”

Zip swiped playfully at Ruth’s snout, “Of course you did...but this is just the cherry on the cake!”

“Would you like some whipped cream to?”  Ruth asked reaching over for the packages on the table and pulling out two identical velveteen boxes with a slight rustle.

Zip’s ears turned to the rustling, “What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly, half expecting to feel a blast of cold spray cream on his chest.

“There is another thing that might help grant me my residency.”  Ruth reached for Zip’s right hand and placed one of the boxes into the palm, “Open it love,” he suggested quietly.

Zip felt for the catch and flicked the box open.  His talons encountered the cold surface of the metal ring, and the relief of something mounted carefully on it where a stone should be found.  His heart started to race afresh as his fingertips traced the pattern of a dragon’s head, complete with horns, “Is this what I think it is?” he asked after a second.

“Zip...Would you do me the honour of being my Mate and partner to the extent that the law permits it?” Ruth asked in reply.

“I...I...” Zip stalled for a minute as his finger continued to trace the smooth gold, tears welling in his sightless eyes, “Yes!...Yes!  I will love, I will!” he exclaimed.

Ruth grinned and retrieved the ring from his hands for a second before gently slipping it over the green dragon’s ring finger.  He placed his own identical ring in Zip’s hands and then placed his ring finger in their grip so the favour could be mutually returned.

“I think that an official civil partnership, a co-owned house and a company sponsorship should be enough then.  Come kidling, this white dragon is tired and feels like another snuggle before bed.  We can start planning things on the break of tomorrows new dawn.”  Ruth said, gently lifting Zip free of his seat before rising himself.

Turning to where Viking was still lying on his beanbag he said, “You are off duty for the night boy, but you can come and join us when we go quiet.”

Viking sighed, his doggy ears following the footsteps of his two Masters as they walked together out of the grotto and down the hallway to their shared room.  ‘Time for long nap first then!’ he thought and closed his eyes, huffing before going into a dream about a promised bitch!