Remembrance of Years Past
“Weary bones”. That’s what Woolie Mammoth thought after he and Quetzal spent another afternoon at Panda’s dojo drinking tea and playing chess. Altho, that is not exactly true: Quetzal played chess for real while Woolie played chess in his head. Long ago, they had banned Woolie from the chess table because of his psychic abilities. When he was young he used that trick while playing sex poker in dark smoky backrooms. Hehe, he has had his fair share of ass that way. 
Now Quetzal… Quetzal is different. Like most dragons he’ s a master strategist. And he has a phenomenal memory. He has been unbeaten in chess for decades now. So, as much as Woolie supports his lover, he found the whole game boring. But then, if you have lived as long as those two, there isn’t much you haven’t seen before. Over the years, the word of Quetzal being unbeatable had brought many chess players to Panda’s dojo. “A gunslinger fight for geeks”, Quetzal called it. Woolie always said Quetzal should hand him over the losers’ asses, so there’d be something in it for him too. But he’s only teasing. Once you fuck a dragon, you never go back. And he and Quetzal have been partners for a long long time now. 
“I’m sorry, cutie, I know how much you hate those chess afternoons,” Quetzal said to Woolie. It was touching the way he still called him ‘cutie’, as from the first days they fell in love. And altho Woolie pretended he didn’t like being called like that, being the badass he was, he always fell for it like a sucker. “Really Quetzal, you shouldn’t call me like that. And on the soul of King Glazer I wish one day you’ll set away your pride and let some dumbass kid win so you can pass on that chess title and we can all have some peace around here.” Quetzal thought it wise not to comment on that. Woolie could be a real pain when he was grumpy. Instead the dragon asked Woolie if he felt like telling some stories. Woolie loved story telling. And being around for so long he had some great ones who went way back to King Glazer and even older ones he had heard from his grandfather that went so far back as the beginning of the worlds. 
“I will tell you a tale, as it is told by an ancient tribe in a dark corner of the world,” Woolie started. “In the beginning stood Amma, the creator, alone. Amma had the shape of an egg - the egg of the world Inside the egg, Amma planted a seed called 'Kizu Uzi', 'the little thing’. Out of that seed came two children. However, one of them was impatient and broke out of the shell. His name was Yurugu. He wanted to create his own world. But because he was born premature and incomplete, the world he created itself was incomplete. It was dry, barren and shrouded in darkness. 
When Amma saw the chaos that Yurugu caused, he sent Yurugu’s brother to restore what Yurugu had done. His brother was called Nommo and he created heaven and the stars. 
Meanwhile, to punish him Amma changed Yurugu into 'the Pale Fox’. Lonely and incomplete, still in revolt, the pale fox wanders the worlds. He leads us through the mysteries of life and indicates the dangers to avoid.” Woolie paused a bit. 
“Are you sure about that story, Woolie?”, Quetzal asked. “But off course we know all this isn’t true. The birthplace of all worlds is here, somewhere on Island World, hidden in a place where no one has ever set foot”, Woolie smiled, referring to an old legend all members of the Old Council knew. “I mean, I have met a lot of pale foxes in my life and they all seemed pretty dumb to me. There even might be a picture of one of them in our album,” Quetzal said with a frown and searching for the album. 
“Aah, here it is.” Quetzal came back with a huge leather-bound book covered in dust. It had been ages since they had scrolled through the book together and they were both quite excited. 
Woolie saw an old picture of Quetzal standing in the kitchen. He liked that picture and while looking at it, he had a vision. In his mind Woolie entered the house by the back door. He focused on his vision, shaping his desire, feeling the power gather as it always did until the image became clear before him. He gasped as the room seemed to thicken and he saw a shape, like smoke, coalescing in front of him. It sharpened into Quetzal standing in his kitchen the moment before Woolie arrived. His vision went beyond sight. He could smell the food on the stove, the musk of Quetzal’s body, the scent of his sweat. Though he was removed by the veil of time, Woolie could feel Quetzal’s body, his heartbeat. He heard the knock on the door and saw how Quetzal ran to open it. It was he himself who came in. Damn, they looked great at their young age. How old were they then? Hard to say, just after the War of the Multiverse. Those were heroic times. He was a great leader then, picked for battle because of his psychic abilities. And Quetzal was the new coming strategist that could turn the tide in battle. That’s when they met the first time. They had worked so well together. It was love at first sight and they never parted since. 
Woolie had difficulties to concentrate. All he could see was Quetzal and how sexy he was. “Just look at that butt, so soft and inviting, so generous, so warm. And those lips, so thick and promising. That dick so juicy and funny,” he thought. In his vision he saw how Quetzal took him to the kitchen and drew him near him and started to kiss him. Then he felt Quetzal’s hand on his leg and it drew him back to reality. 
“Remember how we used to say ‘I wiggle if you jiggle’? Hehe, we had our own silly dance too,” Woolie said out of nowhere. 
“Yeah, I loved the way you shook those hips while holding my butt”, Quetzal said dreamily. 
“And one night a fight broke lose when someone made a bad remark of it. I had a short fuse then. Musta been the shortest fight in history. Opening with an intense stare-down before the fight commenced, everyone in the bar knew they were in for a treat. Within the opening seconds of the fight, I caught the veteran kickboxer off guard, landing a perfect right, which dropped him straight to the ground. It appeared to just fuel my anger. Within a few more seconds I finished the dude with an incredible right hand. The fight was over in just seconds,” Woolie laughed aloud. 
Quetzal looked at Woolie. “A big mouth and a big heart”, he thought. “And there’s something else that’s big too,” he giggled silently. Quetzal’s lips went for Woolie’s, biting them gently and pushing his tongue inside. They both have thick tongues, the dragon’s one being quite long too. Slowly he explored the lips, tongue and even the teeth while he held Woolie’s face gently, stroking away his hair. Then he started sucking Woolie’s tongue. Quetzal was known to be a great kisser. They sucked each other’s lips, licking them, and then – like a snake – using only a small part of the tongue going quickly in and out each other’s mouth, eyes closed. For Woolie that was a huge turn on and he now took over the initiative and started to kiss Quetzal’s eyes, chin and shoulders, passionately and wild. 
Quetzal held him back for a while and started slowly undressing Woolie. Then he grabbed the bulge in the mammoth’s pants, his other hand loosening the belt so Woolie’s pants dropped to the floor. His undies were too small to hold his giant dick, erect in all his majesty. 
It didn’t take Quetzal long to get out of his own clothes. He stretched his foreskin over Woolie’s dick and they started docking for a while. Woolie’s precum being great as lube. Soon Quetzal too was getting hard and on the edge of cummin. Woolie noticed it. “Don’t come yet, buddy. I have other plans for you,” he said with a broad smile on his face. His mouth went for Quetzal’s dick. His tongue went over the tip and he started to lick, making the whole dick as moist as possible, saliva running out of his mouth, using his hand to massage the balls. His tongue wandered in circles over Quetzal’s dick before he decided to go deep throat. He stuck out his tongue and made a yawning movement, taking deep breath and letting the dick glide in as far as he could. He felt he had to gag and swallowed, that way the retching reflex disappeared and he slowly built up how deep he could take Quetzal’s dick until all of it disappeared in his mouth. The dragon was loving it. Woolie was the only one who could take him whole while giving head. For a moment his body froze when Woolie’s finger went inside his ass. But when he started massaging his prostrate he relaxed. His whole body was shaking. Ooh man, this felt so good. This felt beyond heaven. As a rumbling volcano he felt the cum pumping up from deep inside. Then he blew a huge load down Woolie’s throat, breathing out two hot clouds of vapor and fire through his nostrils at the same time. 
Quetzal breathed heavily. He knew Woolie wanted to fuck him real bad now, but Quetzal wasn’t ready yet cuz the best was yet to come. He started to tease him by licking his butt cheeks and blowing hot air from his nostrils on them. He was so overtaken by lust that his tongue went right in between the ass cheeks in front of him. The muscle gave no resistance at all while he was exploring Woolie’s inner ass and kneading his butt at the same time. He licked him upside down, like one would an ice cream. Then he pushed his tongue inside out, first as far as he could and then making his tongue flat to broaden the hole while making circular movements. Then, when he retreated his tongue he started to use his lips, sucking Woolies anus to his best ability. 
Woolie was out of his mind by lust and he roared. His dick was throbbing so hard it hurts. He asked Quetzal to sit on his knees in the sofa and to bend over, revealing a perfect shaped butthole for him to fuck. As much as he wanted to go straight in, he knew he had to build it up. His finger disappeared in Quetzal’s ass again, then a second one. Quetzal wanted it. He wanted it so bad. He couldn’t wait for the third finger. His hand grabbed Woolie’s dick and led him to his inviting butt crack. 
Woolie’s heart was beating fast. Quetzal’s ass was moist as a swamp and soft. The warmth of it made him go crazy with lust and desire. It was as if Quetzal’s ass hugged him, snugly, embracing him. It felt as if Quetzal’s ass was created solely for a mammoth’s delicate dick to explore. Quetzal felt how Woolie’s dick went deep inside him, how it filled him completely, and it felt soooo good. Woolie retreated. He didn’t want this to stop too soon. Getting older he liked to take it slow. They started kissing again, rubbing their bellies against another, jerking off each other slowly and playfully, slapping each other’s ass. Then Woolie went in again, grabbing Quetzal by the waist. The sofa was rocking hard. It was as if this state of perfect happiness was only meant for them in those moments. Woolie felt a shivering thru his spine when he came explosively into the dragon’s ass. 
Outside it started to rain. Thick raindrops. The sun behind the clouds set the environment in a strange glow. “This is the hour of the dragon”, Quetzal murmured. “Why is that?”, Woolie asked. ”It has always been called like that. From the depths of time. From the time before time,” Quetzal answered. 
Woolie and Quetzal looked at each other: “We’re getting old.” Then they both started laughing.