Plucky Duck and the Horn Dragon's Byre
 by, Tender
M/M NSFW 18+
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	"Where is that blasted stable boy!?"
	"Perhaps he's fled the kingdom, Snortus. With talk of some poor saps being devoured or burnt to ash by the beast I would not be surprised If we never hear from the guy."
	"Brghhumph! Nonsense, Jack. The outskirts into the forrests are heavily guarded. It would take the force of a million men to make it out with all of one's limbs in tact." 
	Two guardsmen stood, in quickly thinning patience, outside of a byre atop a green hill on the kingdoms cattle fields. Each held spears finely sharpened and griped firmly, ready to pierce whatever they desired. As the hot sun beat down on them they let out irritated huffs wondering when the new stable hand was going to show up. 
	Snortus threw his spear down into the dirt with a grunt. "That's it! Where the sard is he?! Useless peasants! Can't be trusted to-"
"Hey! Hey!", a shrill and scratchy voice called out from the bottom of the hill.
	The two guards turned their heads to see a short green duck dashing his way towards them. He stopped a few times climbing up the steep hill, wheezing as he gasped for the guards to give him a minute. The tiny duck finally made it to the top and slumped face first into the dirt. Snortus immediately grabbed him by the neck with his meaty hand and shook the poor fowl violently.
         "How dare you show up late peasant! Have you no respect!? I ought throw you into a gulch! Explain yourself!", he commanded, in a deep surly voice.
        "Grakk! T-traffic...was...heavy this morning, sir". The duck said, straining and getting fairly dizzy.
	Snortus dropped the duck without any warning, slamming his head onto the ground.
"What is your name, runt?", Jack stepped up. 
	Massaging his neck and picking himself off the dirt the duck answered hoarsely. "It's Plucky. Plucky Duck, Sir."
	Snortus, darted his sharp spear into the ducks face with a scowl. "Well next time you better learn some manners and remember to show up on time, peasant duck." He chuckled. "If there is a next time."
	Plucky stepped back and looked up at the two abrasive men.  Jack, a grey donkey, was as pencil thin as he was tall. His ears pointed stiffly upwards adding to his towering stature. His nose hadn't been groomed in weeks and multiple hairs splayed along the front. Due to how tall he was the silver armor he wore was unfit for his body type, and the cloth under his chest plate could only reach to his rib cage showing off his fuzzy, slim, white and gray midsection without any concern. His gigantic bare feet were also hard to miss. They looked large enough to assume they were incapable of fitting normal footwear. Snortus however was the exact opposite, built as round as a boulder and much shorter than jack. The black wolfs gut protruded far from his frame. So much so that the fabric under the armor was spilling over his trousers. His mouth had quite a large snaggle-tooth pocking from the bottom of his mouth. A helmet much too tiny rested on his head between his ears and the sleaves of his under armor were cut off, exposing his brutish arms. They both had grossly offensive glares in their eyes and smelled equally as offensive. Plucky, in only rugged brown robes, covered his beak.
	"Uh-", Plucky started before Snortus threw a pale, a bar of soap, and a wash rag at him.
	"Your duty is to wash the thing inside of this barn, peasant." Snortus pointed back to the byre behind them. It's size was enormous stretching up to eight stories high and loomed over those who stood beneath. The peach colored walls were made out of the finest stone; absent of much dirt and discoloration. It must have been newly built. The steel doors were held together by a tough chain with a massive lock on the front. Plucky wondered why they would need to chain a barn door, not to mention it's size. 
	"Thing?", Plucky asked. "I thought I was cleaning king Buster's heavy artillery." Snortus and Jack just laughed in response
	 Jack handed plucky a heafty key, slapped him over the back of his head with a hideous bray of a laugh and walked off with Snortus.
	"Smelled like those two meat heads could have used a good bath. Or maybe the plague", Plucky grumbled.
	The duck held the pale underneath his left arm and stood on the tips of his yellow webbed feet to reach the lock on the byre door. With a strained twist the lock clinked and fell to the ground with the chains slithering into a swirl as they followed. He pulled the right door open and was suddenly taken aback by a heavy smell of hay and sweat. He squeezed his beak yet again and truged into the stink with his eyes shut. Once inside he slowly opened his lids to the sight of some humongous, blurry, white figure surrounded by tall stacks of hay. The duck's eyes widened as he dropped the pale of water onto the floor screaming in horror. 
	"I say, I say somebody close the door! I feel a draft!", the figure bellowed. It's voice rumbling through the ducks ears. 
	"D-d-d-d-d-da-da-d-da-", Plucky stuttered. What sat before him was a dragon! Well, some kind of dragon, not like any normal ones. It's body was half rooster half dragon. White feathers made up it's gigantic body. Red polkadots were spread along it's back and the spiky tail that curled around it's body and in front of his taloned feet. It's face was feathered red with a long beak grinning underneath half lidded eyes. Three red combs poked from atop the head, flanked by horns on both sides of his cranium. A waddle hung under his bottom jaw. His chest was as broad, stuffed, and meaty as his toned muscly arms. His stomach however was more of a gut. A massive one. It dangled in front of him and onto the floor with great weight. Rounded so well you'd think it was full of water. The great beast stood up and repeated himself asking Plucky to close the door. What he saw next almost caused him to faint from adrenaline. Two feathery round orbs jiggled between his legs and under that massive stomach. Above was a huge slab of pink meat that pressed between them. 
	"Boy! Didn't you hear what I said? Close the dang door!" The dragon walked toward plucky who stood in complete shock. As he stomped above the duck over to the door he slammed it shut with just a light tap. Looking down he lifted up his hefty stomach and shifted to the side as to see the petrified fowl beneath him and his genitals. His gut toppled over his arms with great weight and forced his large chest closer together.
	"Now whats the big idea opening a mans door and not shutting it?" Noticing the pale and wash rag he smiled. "Ohhh reckon you must be the new caretaker!"
	Plucky snapped out of his daze and turned swiftly to try and run away. He jumped and pushed on the barn doors, but they wouldn't budge. Someone must have locked it from the other side! Plucky perked up as he heard faint laughter coming from the outside. He banged feverently as hard as he could belting out for help over and over. 
	"Lemme out! Somebody! Anybody! Open up!" The laughter just grew louder and there was a familiar braying sound.	
	"Ey' boy."
	Plucky gulped and slowly turned himself around, knees buckling, and looked up. Giant dangly bits hung over his head almost as if it were going to crush him into dust. "H-hi...", plucky said to the dragons balls. Lifting his wing and wiggling his fingers unsure of his fate.
	"I say, boy, I say you gonna wash me or not?", the dragon inquired.
	"Y-yes sir...", plucky answered nervously.
	"Call me Foghorn, boy." Foghorn the dragon dropped his gut with a slosh and allowed it to jiggle and swing as he sharply turned around to go back to where he was sitting. Plopping down into his bed of Hay he leaned back with his hands behind his head. Those damp armpits being exposed added to the stench of sweat that wafted inside of the byre that plucky had forgotten about until now.
	"The names Plucky", the fowl said, returning to covering his beak once again. The duck stood there just staring at the gigantic beast in a mixture of disgust and terror, worried of what he's been forced into.
	"Don't worry, son I ain't gonna hurt ya- that is if you ain't planning on taking a chance at hurting me." Foghorn raised a brow giving plucky a curious look. Allowing him the option to choose his words carefully .
	"No! No, sir! Foghorn, sir!" Plucky picked up his pale, cloth, and soap and quickly stumbled himself over to Foghorn. Just his luck, he thought. Having to play maid with a ferocious dragon. 
	He asked the dragon where he should begin and foghorn pointed a finger to his feet. Plucky glanced at the puffy talons of the dragon that were covered in straws of hay and brown dirt. They glistened with sweat as the sun rayed down from the windows above and smelled of days passed. With a large intake of smelly air and a huff, the duck owned up to his duty, dropped the soap into the pale, and dipped the cloth into the sudsy water. With a wet splap he began washing over the scaly yellow feet that were much bigger than himself, making sure to get between the two claws and inside of their cracks. Foghorn would occasionally laugh causing his sweaty gorged ball gut to wobble and bounce. He struggled to reach the tips so he was arsed to grab a stool from the corner to stand on. 
	Plucky soon got the last bits of hay off of the now dirt-less talons and dropped the rag back into the pale before brushing the stray straws off of his cheap robes. 
	"Where to next, Foghorn, sir?", he asked with his lisp.
	"Up here, son." Foghorn leaned over to place his hand on the ground for plucky to stand on. The duck grabbed his pale and stepped onto the dragons hand. Foghorn lifted him up to his armpit obviously indicating that this was the next area. Much to plucky's dismay this meant he was much closer to the strong musky scent. Wrinkling his face he covered his beak with his hands and turned his head.
	"Now hey, hey, don't do that. It's not my fault. I say, I say how would you expect to smell being cooped in here during this heat? Now I been nothing but fair with you and I could have easily, I say, easily swallowed ya whole, son. Show me some respect. Could ya gimme that?"
	Plucky grimaced and removed his hands from his nares. "Sorry", he said.
	"That's alright. I don't, I say, I do not blame you, son. It's a strong stench. I've just been mistreated is all. Lookin' at you I can tell you understand where I'm coming from, on account of your buddies out there locking you in here with me. I bet they told you how I burnt and swallowed a buncha brave men to scare ya didn't they?
	Plucky's eyes widened and he rapidly shook his head no.
	"Well I didn't. I was being attacked, son, attacked! Now what good reason would one have to attack a harmless dragon, I say, harmless, son!? And lock him up in here?"
	Plucky was too low on the ranks to know about what goes on in the kingdom. Peasants do get the daily mail, but they're usually all too busy doing the grunt work of the King to spend time reading it. He had heard rumors of the king capturing a dragon for war, or something along those lines. He looked into Foghorns eyes and his body began to relax. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, he thought. Especially compared to the other chores he's toiled in the past.
	"Sorry, big guy. I'll keep going." Plucky picked the cloth back out of the pale, double dipped, and began washing under the dragons musk and sweat coated armpits of his muscular arms. Foghorn gave him a pleasant smile and ruffled the feathers on his head. Long stretches up and down the duck cleansed the dragon of his stinky underarm. Parting the thick tufts of feathers under there as he did so. When he finished foghorn placed him upon his fat belly and had plucky walk over to the other arm. There he repeated his process. The hot fumes were piercing his nares, but he stuck it out to aid the poor dragon. Feeling a sort of closeness the sweaty scent started to resonate with plucky's body. He felt a tiny shiver run through his spine and his flacid cock twitched under his dirty robes.
	"All finished!", plucky chimed, dropping the cloth back into the pale one final time, or so he thought. Foghorn said his thanks, but looked as though he were about to ask for something else. 
	"Son...would you mind gettin my boys down there?"
	"You mean your feet? I already did those, sir."
	"No, son, I mean..." Foghorn lifted up his plump belly as plucky was forced to hug the side of one of his meaty pecs so he wouldn't fall. Foghorn pointed to his cock. It was covered in sweat and it's stench was different from his armpits and much stronger. For some reason however plucky didn't mind it this time. In fact he was a little enticed at it's alluring smell. Plucky agreed. Foghorn let his gut drop back down with a bounce and was going to offer plucky a ride down, but the duck had promptly decided to descend along the dragons bloated stomach. Quickly he shuffled downward. Foghorn could swear he felt something prodding him as he did so. Plucky reached the ground and and was met with the all too familiar sight of the dragons balls. They were gargantuan and feathery. There was so much flesh to it that it's no wonder they drooped so low when he stood up. With a gulp Plucky grabbed his rag once more and with a wet plap that made his now stiffened member bounce, he began to clean the dragons ball sack.
	Foghorn returned to his former position of placing his hands behind his head as the duck continued his duties. He had a pleasured look on his face and his eyes were shut. Plucky noticed the dragons pink cock start to twitch. He thought it might have just been his imagination, but it did it again. And again. And again. And it started to grow bigger! Plucky stopped rubbing the dragons sack and cautiously moved his hands under the rising shaft in front of him. Foghorn moaned. Causing the duck to stop for a moment. Checking the dragons face he dropped the rag and continued to rub the growing member. With each soft stroke Foghorns girthy cock thickened and stretched higher and longer, throbbing as pre glided down the fermium and dropped behind the duck below. It stiffened to it's fully engorged mass and wobbled against his huge belly. The fat pink head ended at his bellybutton and slickened clear fluid along the feathers. Powerful and strong it protruded up from his body firm as a rock casting a shadow over the green fowl. Veins of all sizes could be seen pulsating with mighty blood of the manly old dragon. Plucky's jaw hung open.
	"I need to ask ya for another favor, son"