Legend speaks of a gray and white wolf that stood his ground when others have fallen to the most common enemy known to anyone, the dragon. He battled these beasts countless times, no matter how intimidating or retarded in nature. Every single one had a weakness, and this wolf could exploit them without breaking a sweat. It took skill, patience, and sharp words that would tear even the strongest minded individual to shreds. His exploits will forever be passed down from generation to generation. For those that do not heed these words, then you will more than likely be his next victim. However, your well-being is of no importance. What is important, however, is this story; one of the most important ever to be told. The destruction of the most feared dragon in the land. What is this Master's name you might be asking yourself? Let it flow into your mind and stick with you for the rest of your days. His name is Wolfie...and he will break his foot off in your ass. Especially if you are of dragon descent. Well, mostly if you're simple-minded. Or an idiot. Or a 'tard. Or...
	This tale begins in the city of Lupinia, a city populated with the most treasured species on the planet. That species, my dear friends, are wolves. No one else comes even close to topping that rank. It is near impossible. So, if you are wise and not a dragon, it would be wise to not even try. You will be made a fool of in just a matter of seconds for even attempting to try. Lupinia is surrounded on each side by a grove of trees that stretch for miles around. One would think it is dangerous living in an isolated area, but let's be serious here. Who in their right mind would even attempt to face a wolf, whether they be alone or in a pack? Every species, except one, knows this to be a fact and are content with their status on this earth. Wolves have and will always be the most noble of species. This is not an opinion, but fact.
	In the middle of Lupinia, our hero sat on a bench, staring at the water pouring from the fountain before him. It was a mesmerizing sight; something to behold. The water was pure and clean, suitable for any tongue that was allowed entry into the city. The wolf stood and sat on the edge of the marble fountain, dipping his paw in the cool liquid. It felt good no matter how many times he did this. His mind wandered just a little as he closed his eyes, thinking of the wolf he had met only a few days ago. He was handsome; quite the stud. Those muscles that stood out against his fur sent shivers down Wolfie's spine. Just the thought made his sheath thicken in his trousers. If he had been in his own quarters, there was no doubt he would have masturbated to orgasm. Who wouldn't, he thought to himself, now moving his paw back and forth in the fountain. How could you not have fantasies about someone so delicious? He knew it was time to take the next step, to let his fellow wolf know the urges he felt. Waiting would just cause more pain. He stood and turned away from the fountain, licking the droplets of water from his soaked paw.
	“Sir Wolfie! Sir Wolfie! I'm so glad I found you.” said Everett, an apprentice of our hero, as he ran ever closer, making sure his voice was heard.
	“Why Everett,” said Wolfie, his voice deep and commanding. “ What is the matter, my little knight?”
	The cub could not help but blush as his superior spoke. To receive such a compliment was an honor. Unfortunately, it was not the time to gush over what was said. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
	“Sir Wolfie, something terrible has happened!”
	“Well speak up, pup. Spill your tongue.” said the wolf, smiling at the boy.
	Everett knew that what he would say next would cause his Master to tremble in rage, threatening to overflow, just as the fountain that stood nearby. He took a step back and looked down, his tail tucked between his legs instinctively.
	“It’s Russel, Sir. He’s...he’s been taken by a dragon.”
	Wolfie’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the name of his squire spoken from the wolf cub’s lips. Russel was an exception to the city of Lupinia, as he was of the dingo species. Not that others aren’t welcome, save for dragons, but it was common knowledge that only wolves took residence in city limits. It was two years ago when Wolfie stumbled upon the dingo, having found him scavenging in the trash behind the pub, looking for food. He looked tired and sickly and the wolf knew it was his duty to take him under his wing and make him healthy once again. Little did he know, that in just a few months time, the courage of the dingo, mixed with his willingness, would bring him to hire his new-found friend as his squire. And with that, Russel came to live side by side with Wolfie in his quarters. No one questioned this of course, considering the status of his nobility. He was one to look up to.
	“How did you hear of this news, Everett?” He clenched his paws tightly, feeling the sweat build upon them. Why would some damned dragon dare to trifle in his affairs, with the people he cares so much for. It made no sense. Then again, dragons don’t have any common sense, so it was not surprising. Not surprising, but very irritating. The thought of spilling this retarded dragon’s blood soothed him ever so slightly. 
	“I...From my own lips, Sir. I was too much of a coward to stop him or yell for help. He just came fast like lightning and was gone before any of the townsfolk knew he was there.” said the little wolf, feeling a lump deep in his throat. It hurt more than anything to know he had let down his superior. A hanging would be the only suitable punishment, he thought.
	“You did well, my little knight. I am very proud of you. A reckless knight would have barged in and lost his head. A smart knight knows when to stay back and only charge into the fray when an opening is given. You were very smart in your decision, Everett. Knowing your limits saved your life and possibly saved the rest of the town as well. Did you think about that?”	
	Everett looked up hopefully. His tail beginning to swish back and forth behind him like a pendulum. 
	“You really mean that, Sir Wolfie? I’m not gonna be hung by the neck?”
	Wolfie chuckled. “Far from it, my boy. As soon as I return to this town with Russel at my side, I will let the King know of your bravery. You’ll get a medal out of this, Everett.” He clasped a paw on the cub’s shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll bring a tooth from the idiotic dragon as well; just for you.”
 	Excitement having taken over his person, the little wolf leapt up and down excitedly, the thought of owning a dragon’s tooth more exciting to him than the medal from the King.
	“Oh thank you, Sir Wolfie! Thank you from the bottom of my very heart!”
	“My pleasure, Everett. Now get on back home to your mother. I’m sure she’s worried about you.”
	“As you wish, Sir! I look forward to your return.” And with a low bow to his superior, the knight in training ran off to his home.
	Our hero waved in return, but lowered his paw almost instantly. He knew what had to be done now. Everything went in steps for him. Some would find this an inconvenience, but looking at the success rate of Wolfie compared to others, well, there was no comparison, not even close. First thing is first, he thought to himself.
	“Gotta go see, Murdock. He’ll have what I need.”
	Murdock was the go-to guy if you need a weapon to slay the toughest of enemies. His weapons were top notch; with the sharpest swords in the land. If Wolfie was to slay a dragon, he would need one of these fine pieces. No other would give him the most satisfaction. Go big or go home. Am I right, my friends?
	The older wolf’s shop was dark and dingy, but efficient. On top of that, it had a strong oily smell mixed with his own musk. Not the place many would care to work, but Murdock didn’t mind one bit. He had started this business years ago, with no hope of success; just a dream that spawned through his wish to become strong when he was just a cub. Luckily, the need of protection was greater than he had ever imagined and the business flourished. Warriors and knights from miles around would journey from afar, just so they could have the opportunity to purchase quality weaponry from his shop. He was a legend in every right; someone Wolfie looked up to as well. And as our hero walked into the shop, that familiar smell passing through his nose, it brought him a sense of calm.
	“Well hey there, Wolfie!” said Murdock, his voice strong and gruff. “Wha’ can I do for ya today?” 
	Wolfie felt a smirk creep up on his muzzle, the fur on the back of his neck standing on end. He was getting excited. Who wouldn’t though? 
	“Good day to you, Murdock. I’ve come to you to acquire one of your finest swords. I do hope you will be able to satiate my need.” 
	He bowed to the weapon maker, out of respect. Something that always seemed to fluster the older wolf.
	“Well gee, Wolfie, you know I’m always willing ta lend ya a paw whenever needed. Feel free ta choose whichever sword ya need. And this time, it’s free of charge...but on one condition!” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
	Wolfie knew what would come next. He didn’t mind taking care of the wolf. Besides, it was always such a fun ride; something he looked forward to each time he came to the shop.
	“Make your first move, Mr. Murdock.” said Wolfie, winking at him playfully.
	The events that transpired are not necessary to the story and will therefore be skipped over. Don’t like it? Oh well.
	Our hero stood with a sigh, stretching all over as he went to retrieve his clothing, slipping them on slowly. Murdock had fallen asleep after their playtime, but that wasn’t unusual. To get that release after a hard day’s work would make any man tired. He smiled and leaned over, planting a small kiss on the wolf’s muzzle. 
	“Sleep tight, Mr. Murdock. I promise I’ll bring your sword back stained with the blood of a dragon, something you’d be proud of.”
	And with those meaningful words, Wolfie walked back to the front of the store, grabbed the nearest and sharpest sword he could find, and left with it placed in its scabbard. It was light and that was exactly what he needed. Speed and stamina would always defeat a dragon no matter what. Plus lobbing its head off works wonders too. He knew the journey wouldn’t be long. Dragons are notorious for not thinking things through, so, more than likely, this one that kidnapped Russel was less than a mile away. Close inspection of the scene of the crime left more than enough evidence, mainly the dragon’s footprints. How careless of him. He really must be, dare I say, one of the infamous durpdragons. Above all other dragons, their stupidity can never be matched. This made our hero chuckle in delight. 
	“How delicious. His head will be mine in a matter of seconds!” 
	Sword in paw, the wolf began following the path the durpdragon made. It swerved around buildings and eventually passed the city line. No matter what time of day, the forest was always dark, but it was always possible to keep track of where you were. Without any hesitation, Wolfie made his way into the darkness, tail swishing behind him as he thought of his impending kill. Of course, thoughts of himself getting wounded popped into his head, but he knew this would be an impossible feat for anyone to inflict upon him.
	“Pfft, I don’t have time to bleed.”
	His train of thought, however, was broken as he heard a sharp yelp further into the forest. Someone was in trouble! Pulling his sword from his scabbard, Wolfie ran as fast as he could, hoping to reach the victim in time. Sure enough, there was a person in trouble. He appeared to be a dragon, but not fully. First, he had no wings and second, no scales! Just short fur all over his body. Even so, he was defenseless, trying to fight off small feral dragons that were nipping at his legs. Wolfie knew the “dragon” could easily defeat them, but he could see a kindness in his eyes that wouldn’t allow such violence against another. Taking a deep breath, the wolf raise his sword up in the air before swinging it vertically, lobbing the feral dragon’s heads off. Just as fast as they bit, they fell. Their legs twitched ever so slightly before going completely still. 
	“Th-Thank you, kind sir! I was caught off guard by those beasts and I just...I wasn’t sure what to do.” said the dragon, his voice trembling. He bowed respectfully to his savior. 
	The wolf slipped his sword back in its home and smiled at the dragon.
	“No worries, friend. I am always willing to help those in need, and you obviously needed a paw. I am glad to see you are alright, though your legs are bleeding.” said the wolf with concern. “What is your name anyways?”
	“Foxie, sir. Got it ‘cause of the fur.” He sat down, stretching his legs out, wincing as he touched the bite marks on his legs. 
	“Here...let me assist you.”
	Wolfie, setting down his weapon, knelt in front of the fuzzy dragon and lifted one of his legs, licking the blood from one of the bite marks. Foxie’s face turned a bright red from this, completely caught off guard. It felt nice though, having someone treat him with tender care. It made him feel wanted, something that didn’t happen often in his life.
	“Is there...Is there anyway I can repay you? I would do anything.”
	“Anything, my new friend?”
	The dragon nodded. He was sure of his answer.
	“I can think of something. Something that will make the both of us feel good.”
	Soothing the dragon as he began to tremble, the wolf unbuckled the belt that held his trousers, revealing the massive length inside. It throbbed in want, ready to bury itself. With the dragon’s permission, they did so many things together. Things you would have had to have been there to believe. No words could EVER describe all of these wonderful, most messy, sexual acts. Seriously! I actually had the scene written out, but it just seemed like such a waste of space that I just ended up erasing it without a second thought. Therefore, it will be skipped. For if I even tried or attempted to do so again, I would fail in a most glorious manner and be laughed at. No...you should have been there. So sorry if you weren’t. It was pretty fucking awesome.
	“Oh W-Wolfie... that was amazing...” said Foxie in a soft whisper, leaning up on an elbow as he watched the wolf get dressed. It was unusual for him to be so exposed in a public setting, more or less, but with his savior before him, and the warmth inside of him as well, he didn’t care one bit.
	“You were quite amazing yourself, Foxie fluffs.” He said this with a smile, eyes looking over the dragon as he buttoned up his trousers. The reaction he got from the dragon was expected. The male curled up a little and covered his eyes with his paws, whimpering in embarrassment. It wasn’t often he was called by a pet name. Wolfie knelt before him, stroking the side of his muzzle with his paw, causing the dragon to look up at him.
	“Be confident in whatever you do from this point forward, my new friend. You are strong-willed. I can see that in you. Please, take care of yourself.”
	With a gentle kiss to the furry dragon’s forehead, the wolf stood, collected his sword, and headed off deeper into the woods. Foxie was left on the ground to tend to himself, but he didn’t dare move. He wanted this alone time to himself to gain his composure, but to mainly think about what the wolf had said to him.
	“Strong-willed, huh?” he said with a smile, turning his head and looking at the path back to the city. “Well...time to get back to my Master! Hope he’s not angry...”
	It has been a while since Wolfie had had to step this far into the woods, but he did not falter one single second. He knew this place like the back of his paw. And knowing this, he also knew that the entrance to the cave was less than a mile away by now. With each step, bringing him closer and closer, he felt his paw creep up to the hilt of his sword, the tips of his fingers brushing up against it gently. When the time was right, he would pull his blade from its sheath and thrust it deep into his enemy. Over and over he would do this, until the dragon begged for mercy. And then, he would oblige him. It was a mercy kill after all. Why should something so inept be allowed to breathe the same air? Silly dragons. And as he thought all of this to himself, he realized where he finally was. That familiarity spread over the wolf in waves. Wolfie was at the entrance to the dragon’s cave. Inside he would find Russel, his most trusted companion, along with the dragon that took him. Ugh...fuckin’ retarded dragon. Don’t they ever learn?  A simple answer to that: no.
	The cave was as dark and damp as it ever was. Inexperienced warriors would tremble in their armor as they stepped inside, waiting for something to pop out of the shadows. Wolfie knew better than this. Dragons weren’t smart enough to do something like sneak up on someone. That would be too simple and because of their small brains, they are unable to comprehend such things. On top of that, the wolf had no use for armor. The weight would slow him down and make his movements ineffective. Every strike had to count at this point. Though, as he thought to himself, he did not need his skills to fight a dragon. He could just trick them into harming themselves or to fall right into a trap without a second thought. At best, dragons to Wolfie are like mosquitoes that buzz around your ear until you finally squish them into nothingness. A very minor annoyance. 
	“I’m coming for you, dragon. You fucked with the wrong wolf today.” said Wolfie, a deep growl emanating from his throat. 
	Just as he was about to pull his sword from its sheath, a thought popped in head. He felt the weight in the pack on his side. All the excitement that had been happening today, the wolf had almost forgot about the purchase he had made. Unhooking the pack from his belt, he undid the flap and grinned at what was inside. Not only are dragons stupid, but they have terrible eyesight to go along with it, unless they’re up close to you. Razor wire is quite thin and if patterned just right, it can be quite an effective tool against larger enemies. 
	Wolfie grinned and patted the hilt of his sword gently. “Sorry my friend...I won’t be using your services today. Besides, I wouldn’t want to stain the metal with the blood of a retarded dragon.”
	Once the trap was set, razor wire done in criss-cross patterns from the top to the very bottom, save for a large enough space to fit himself right through the middle, he turned and ran into the darkness of the cave. It wasn’t terribly deep, but it did get pretty cold further down. Every now and then, a droplet of water would splatter on the top of his head. After just a single minute of running, he spotted a bright orange glow about a few hundred feet in front of him. That’s where the dragon was. Where Russel was. I’m coming for you, buddy. Just you wait. 
	His judgements were correct of course. As soon as he stepped into the bright light of the dead end of the cave, he saw his enemy. The dragon was the ugliest he had ever seen. Horns sprouted from all corners of his head, from his tail, arms, even his legs. How can something so ugly be allowed to live for this long? It licked his lips and the site brought chills to Wolfie. He wasn’t scared, just disgusted. The thing sat on a pile of gold coins and different types of jewels, all stolen and cliche of course. Beside the pile, he saw the bones of what appeared to be a female cougar. More than likely she served as a whore in order to stay alive. Dragons get bored though and because they can’t just release someone that serves under them, they just devour the flesh right from their bones. And people wonder why dragons can’t have friends.  On the opposite side from the bones, was another figure. But he was alive and breathing, though, just as Wolfie, he looked deeply annoyed having to be here. As soon as he caught sight of the wolf, he stood and waved his arms back and forth. 
	“Wolfie!!! You came for me!!!” the dingo said excitedly. 
	“Of course I did, Russel. I would never leave you in the hands of...this.” said Wolfie, gesturing his paws towards the ugly beast. 
	Russel ran over and embraced his friend with a big hug. Tears filled the brims of his eyes, but he blinked them back. 
	“Forgive me, sir. I let my guard down and this...STUPID dragon captured me and brought me to his lair.”
	“Russel...we’ve talked about this. It’s too nice to call a dragon stupid. The terms ‘retarded’ or ‘abortion’ work best.”
	“WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBERRRRRRRR!?” said a deep, grating voice. No doubt, it was the dragon who spoke. 
	Scaly eyelids snapped open in an instant as the dragon finally decided to stir on his pile. The small wings that were attached to his back began to flap up and down quickly. His large body lifted about an inch from the pile, just enough to move away from the gold and float down towards the wolf and dingo, landing with a plop in front of them. It didn’t matter now, thought Wolfie. I have Russel in my grasp. He’s safe and sound.
	Pulling the dingo behind him, Wolfie lifted a paw and pointed at the dragon before him, no fear in his eyes. 
	“Dragon! You have disrespected the city of Lupinia, my squire Russel, and myself. How do you respond to this? SPEAK!”
	“Stupid mammal! I am a dragon! I do not NEED to speak to the likes of anyone but myself!” said the dragon, making sure to yell each and every word as if it were falling on deaf ears. Then again, it was. Wolfie didn’t really care what he had to say, but being fair, he figured it would only be the right thing to do to let the dragon have his last words. 
	“No matter, dragon. I’ve come to collect what was stolen and have done so. Come Russel, let’s go home.” said Wolfie, wrapping an arm around the dingo and turning his back on the dragon. 
	“HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON SOMEONE AS IMPORTANT AS ME!!! DIE YOU FILTHY MAMMAL!”
	A smirk on his muzzle, the wolf picked Russel up, holding him tightly in his arms as he began to run back towards the entrance. Sure enough, the dragon followed right behind. However, it would take quite a while for him to pick up speed and that would be enough time for Wolfie and Russel to escape under the trap that was set at the entrance. The cold of the rock underneath his feet felt good; relaxing. This would be most easy. It’s a shame the meat of a dragon tastes so awful. There would be quite a lot left over. Oh well, I’m sure the buzzards will get desperate enough to eventually pick the flesh from bone.
	“Wolfie! What will we do? He’ll just follow us out of the cave. We should fight here!”
	“No need to worry about that, my squire. I have this all planned out.”
	Once the pair reached the entrance, the wolf set the dingo down and pointed to the large opening at the bottom. It was then that Russel noticed the razor wire. A grin crossed his muzzle and he need not say another word. On all fours, he crawled forward to the other side, Wolfie right behind him as he did. Just about a foot to the left of the cave was a tall boulder, a perfect shield. It would keep them covered from the destruction that would happen in just a few seconds. Heads poked out to the side, watching the entrance, the wolf chuckled and began to yell as loud as he  could.
	“Oh no, Russel! What will be do? That dragon will surely get us as we hide behind this large boulder.” 
	A loud, obnoxious chuckle could be heard echoing from the cave’s mouth, the ground trembling as the dragon finally picked up speed, his outline now visible to the pair. 
	“HAHA!!! What a stupid mammal you are indeed! DRAGONS ARE FOREVER SUPERIOR!!!”
	Just a foot away now. Only seconds from the wire.
	“THERE YOU ARE! I’VE GOT YOU-”
	But the dragon’s words were ended before he could speak his final sentence. Running through the caves opening, his life was ended in a flash. The razor wire was so sharp it nearly disintegrated his body into a bloody explosion, except for a few chunks of bone and meat that splattered hundreds of feet away, even covering some of the trees in the aftermath. The rock that Wolfie and Russel his behind was completely covered in the front, but they were saved from being covered themselves from their protection. 
	“Is it over, Wolfie?” said the dingo softly.
	As soon as the dingo spoke, the head of the dragon landed neatly in front of the cave. Upon closer inspection, the eyes began looking back and forth. The dragon was still alive, but just barely. 
	“Stay here, Russel,” said Wolfie, pulling his sword from its sheath. “Looks like I’ll be needing you after all, my friend.”
	The dragon’s eyes locked onto the wolf as he moved ever closer, the sun’s rays causing the metal to glint beautifully. Even after being decimated to bits, he still showed signs of resistance. Holding the sword above his head, both paws gripping the hilt, our hero spoke, “Anymore last words?”
	“St-”
	Wolfie drove the sword into the head of the dragon, easily piercing the skull and slicing the brain right down the middle. Those dominant eyes were immediately clouded over as his life had finally ended. It’s best to end one’s suffering when they’re clearly in pain. Am I right? 
	“Sorry...I couldn’t bare to listen to another word from you.”

1 Hour Later

	“People of Lupinia! I have destroyed the durp-dragon!”
	With this news, the people of Lupinia rejoiced. Everyone crowded the center of town, wanting to catch a glimpse of our heroic hero and his squire. This would be cause for celebration no doubt! As Wolfie thanked all of the well-wishers, shaking paws, blessing those who asked for it, he noticed the wolf he had had his mind on earlier in the day. Boy, did he look even more handsome right now. Bidding his farewell to the townsfolk, our hero bowed his head to the wolf of interest.
	“I’ve missed you. It’s been quite the busy day as you’ve heard.”
	“As have I, Wolfie. You’ve done a great deed today and I wish to repay you...with my body.”	
	Wolfie’s ears perked up at this news. He had been interested in sexual intercourse with this wolf, but he didn’t want to rush until both parties were ready. And after such a long day, he needed some release.
	“I would be most delighted.”
	Taking his paw, he lead the wolf to his quarters, tail wagging swiftly behind him. Pushing his love interest inside, Wolfie turned back, looking out of the room, straight-ahead. 
	“What? You think this story should just end with a big scene of us fucking? Is that really all you came here for? Jeez...fucking pathetic.”

The End...or is it?