One with Nature
	First, there was utter calm.  The gentle breeze rustled the branches of the forest, the leaves in full bloom, obscuring the sun except for small motes of light that reached the grass and dirt underneath.  Then, there was a slight panting, accompanied by increasingly slow footsteps that padded along the forest floor, heavy enough to leave deep tracks where they laid.  And of course, it wasn’t long before the wheezing came, the dragging of a long, plump tail making itself apparent in the dirt and fallen leaves.  Finally, the resounding thud near the base of a mighty oak, followed by an exhausted groan as the fat little hiker slipped his pack from his shoulders.  His pudgy hands lazily reached for his back, unzipping the canvas before reaching in for the bare essentials that made nature walks possible for plump reptiles: lots and lots of snack cakes.
	City dragon he was, Hiro wasn’t well-suited to excursions into the great outdoors anyhow, much less in the state he was in.  His cheeks showed a rather significant roundness as he panted, that long tongue of his dripping with saliva onto his soft, puffy chest.  Dressing light didn’t seem to help him, and it was easy to see why; he had just barely stuffed his yellow-scaled gut into a white linen shirt, the buttons rather tight against the soft mound of fatty flesh, with his meaty arms filling the sleeves.  The khaki shorts he wore might have been a nice, baggy pair once upon a time, but as his figure was now, that round, red rump of his was threatening to burst the fabric at its seams, no thanks of course to the dragon’s jiggling thighs and prominent endowments.    His soda-can thick cock made an obscene outline in his shorts, and the dense grapefruits that filled his sac bulged right along with that thick maleness.
	But in that moment after he collapsed, his mind wasn’t on sex, but on gaining that vital energy he’d need on his quest.  He knew he wasn’t even halfway where he needed to be, but the crinkle of plastic wrappers coming off his Twinkies was a reassuring sound.  Hiro was already salivating, but that scent of sponge cake, stuffed with cream had him drooling copiously, eager to sate his appetite.  Taking one of the fattening confections into his already sausage fingers, he opened wide, sliding the tip of that cake onto his tongue, making the spit pool around the edges before he pressed it up to the roof of his mouth, squishing it up before chewing, and finally swallowing with a big, satisfied grin.  It didn’t make him get up and start hiking, but at least, he had the energy to straighten his posture and rummage through the bag, gathering about a dozen more and going to work.  As far he was concerned, he was all alone to stuff his face.
	A more apt predator, of course, would know otherwise.  Hiro’s scent was upon the large beast’s nostrils even before the little dragon plopped his fat ass down.  He began tracking the brightly-colored drake as soon as he picked up that smell, and that incessant huffing and puffing wasn’t exactly hard to miss, either.  Four powerful limbs carried a lean, sinuous form quickly through the forest, blending with the green of the surrounding trees in a blur of emerald scales, rapidly and silently moving in on that chubster noshing on cakes.  Eyes of amber were upon that soft, voluptuous little body, and Hiro would be completely blind to him, as the huge quadruped stalked around him, moving in silently at the fat dragon’s rear flank.  Carefully easing along the forest floor, that large figure moved in, his jaws opening wide, revealing rows of ivory teeth and a long, dripping tongue.  That maw descended quickly over the dragon’s long brown hair, just as the blissfully unaware little dragon raised another Twinkie to his lips.
	That poor little cake wouldn’t make it in, as Hiro yelped aloud, eyes going wide with fright as the right side of his vision became obscured with green scales, his entire forearm completely lost in a huge set of draconic jaws, left to feel inside the roof another dragon’s wet maw.  He was unharmed, however; completely safe, not so much as scratched by those many teeth, as the large, green dragon drew his tongue over Hiro’s hand and swallowed, pursing his scaled lips over that forearm and dragging backward.  The chubby dragon was left without his Twinkie, his hand was covered in drool, but it was all worth it.  A big grin spread over his face as he realized just who had come down the mountain for him.
	“Blain!”  The little dragon exclaimed, pushing himself up from his place to stand and wrap his arms around the big, feral dragon’s neck, squeezing just slightly as Blain curled his head around, nuzzling at Hiro’s brunette mane and giggling softly, sticking his tongue out at the smaller drake as he let go from that hug.  “You scared me half to death!  And you ate my snack.”  Hiro pouted, but the larger dragon seemed to simply shrug, as much as he could having four limbs on the ground.
	“I think you could do without the city food, Hiro, at least when you’re coming up here by yourself,”  Blain began, nudging the dragon’s gut, sinking his squared muzzle slightly into that shirt of his, “Not that I’m complaining…”  The big drake purred, nuzzling into the soft flesh of Hiro’s belly, the smaller dragon unable to do much else but sigh and start unbuttoning the white shirt.  That gesture alone had Blain giddy as all hell, his eyes flashing, even nibbling his lip as more and more scaled belly fat got exposed for him.  As fearsome a predator as he could be in practice, Blain largely looked too cute to harm anything that wasn’t a small cake.  His snout was squared much like Hiro’s, his head bearing two short, ivory horns.  He seemed to have an unfailingly cheery nature, often leaving a big smile curling his lips, and his tail waving about.
	“Well, then, don’t complain right into my belly.”  Hiro teased, puffing his gold-scaled gut outward and slipping his shirt off his shoulders, reaching down to unzip his shorts just enough to let that tummy roll out slightly over his crotch.  With that done, the little red dragon reached up, grabbing Blain by his jaw and bringing the 8-foot tall dragon’s face right down to that belly, scales meeting scales with a light sloshing sound, sending a soft ripple through that jiggly form.  And Blain just purred.  A deep rumble emanated through that big green drake’s chest, his claws digging into the ground as another aspect of his being came to light… one very big reason Hiro made the trip.  Being bigger than the typical Clydesdale stallion, Blain’s endowment was –huge-.  Not a few moments in the smaller dragon’s presence, and big green’s cock was standing firm, slipping free of his slit, a long and smooth pink member that approached three feet in length, with girth enough to rival a coffee can near the base.  It dripped with precum onto the floor, the fat melons of Blain’s balls nearly audibly churning he was so aroused.
	“Mmmph... Hiro?”  Blain asked, lifting his head from Hiro’s gut, looking directly into the smaller dragon’s eyes.  City dragon senses or not, the chubby drake could smell and see the bigger fellow’s maleness dripping to the ground, and just came forth, kissing that green snout and turning around, flaunting that meaty ass right at the feral.
	“Uh-huh?”  The coy reply came as Hiro cast a seductive glance, thumbing the waistband of his shorts and working them down his wide hips, swishing his tail the whole way down and slowly exposing those delicious, red asscheeks.  “Something on your mind?”  That chubby ass was slowly being revealed, each inch of overflowing, scaled flesh wobbling over the dragon’s full thighs.  And then, those shorts slid down to Hiro’s ankles to be kicked off one foot at a time, leaving that bare, chubby form in the breeze.  And of course, it left Blain wide-eyed and drooling at the smaller dragon’s heavy frame, every curve more alluring with every pound of fat on that chubby frame.  He gave a smack to his wide ass, gripping the flesh as he watched Blain with a big grin, noting how the green feral had locked his gaze on that juicy, fat ass.  Without a word, Blain pushed the blunt top side of his head against Hiro’s back, toppling him to the ground.
	“Just the usual!”  The big feral replied, lowering his head down to where Hiro was, barely getting onto all fours before he felt the larger dragon’s snout pressing under the yellow scales of his tail.   Blain laid on the ground behind Hiro, reaching forward with his claws and sinking the digits into the big ass that was teasing him moments ago, bringing the smaller dragon’s fertile hips up where he could better reach.  Using two claws to spread those hefty cheeks, Blain licked his lips, then descended towards Hiro’s puffy tailhole.  “I want to make it more comfortable this time, is all.”
	“What do you me- mmmph…”  The smaller of the two groaned softly, a shiver climbing up his spine and down his tail, just from the feeling of Blain’s tongue taking an experimental lick over those juicy grapefruit balls, edging over the plush perinaeum and just under that plump little donut of an anal ring Hiro had.  Biting his lip, the chubby dragon slid his cheek against the ground, pushing his hips up and digging his fingers into the ground, trembling as the larger dragon kept licking.  Blain rumbled again, pressing his long tongue all the way underneath the smaller dragon’s orbs, dragging upwards and leaving a trail of thick saliva, lifting the nuts up and letting them jiggle around before he kissed that puffy rim again.  His lips subsided in favor of a firm press of tongue, digging into that wrinkled pucker and swirling around, filling his palate with Hiro’s lovely taste.
	Blain was definitely enjoying himself, watching his chubby red friend squirm and moan, unable to resist what he did next.  Pressing his lips firmly around Hiro’s hole, he pushed the tip of that skilled tongue right against the smaller drake’s entrance, thrusting it into those hot, musk-laden anal walls.  Arching up again, Hiro cried out and let his tongue hang free, his member throbbing underneath that pudgy belly of his, forming a puddle of precum on the ground as he felt that slick muscle worming its way inside of his ass, tasting him on the inside, swirling around, every little motion going deeper, wetter, more pleasurable.  But just as Hiro teased his big green friend, that tongue was withdrawing from that wet hole, popping outward noisily as Blain retracted his slurper back into his maw, smacking his lips and rising to all fours.  He looked down at Hiro, then padded forth a few steps, letting the tip of that long, tapered cock smack against the smaller drake’s ass before it prodded at that hungry little hole.
	Planting his front claws right around Hiro’s hands, Blain leaned his head down, drawing his tongue across the smaller dragon’s cheek, all while using his back legs to grind the smooth, wet tip of his member along that puffy, spit-lubed rim.  Hind claws stepping forward, he then assumed an arched, mating stance, pushing his cock into Hiro’s pucker, parting that shining ring with a soft squelch of flesh parting and penetrating.  The smaller dragon groaned softly, keeping his thighs as far apart as he could, feeling the white-hot flesh blade sink deeper and deeper inside of him, inch by inch, foot by foot, until he was stuffed to the brim, the outline of Blain’s member bulging through the pudge on his gut.  And then finally, with a tap of fat, green dragon balls slapping into the red dragon’s plump nuts and juicy ass, Blain huffed, grinding the base of his cock around that puffed hole, sliding his dick all around inside of Hiro before he backed off, at least for the moment.
	Drawing his lower half upwards, Blain exposed his dick to the outside air, before thrusting back down with a little splish, drool and precum mingling in the slick mess of lubrication that made every movement wetter, slicker, more pleasurable as Blain started a steady rhythm of thrusting.  For the smaller dragon, it would have been excruciating if not for the previous rimming, or the copious precum that was now flowing into his rear, a light slosh to be heard every time that Blain went in balls-deep, leaving the fluid to gush out that hole and all over Hiro’s rump and sac.  Being such a large thing, the green feral was soon putting more power behind each thrust, every ramming of that thick, pink member seeming to stretch his belly further than before, the fat on his belly jiggling as that flow of watery pre gushed inward.  Blain was picking up speed, hissing, his mouth slightly agape as his tongue let drool creep down and drop on Hiro’s head, but the smaller drake didn’t care, he merely moaned on the ground, watching Blain give in to his more feral sensibilities.
	The green drake let out a throaty growl as he hefted his backside higher than before, nearly popping the tip of his cock out as he pounded back down, jarring Hiro forth, making the chubby dragon jiggle all over as the smack echoed through the entire forest.  That ass was getting worked over hard, with precum spattering all over the ground as Blain’s cock filled those depths to the very brim, even as the smaller dragon’s ass started to clench.  The chubby drake was drooling onto the ground, moaning inconsolably, his tongue hanging a few inches past his lips, looking much the same as Blain.  It wasn’t until a final, powerful roar that really separated the city dragon from the lust-addled feral in the wilderness, those back legs bringing down a massive tap that sent Hiro right over the edge from the first hot batch of seed that came rushing into his greedy belly.
	Hiro trembled all over, his belly lurching forward with that outline of Blain’s cock pumping in pure draconic spunk, filling chubster’s gut like a well-padded condom.  Blain kept tapping his tight nuts against the other dragon’s backside during the whole ordeal, what was obviously gallons leaking out of that fat rear, dribbling down Hiro’s balls and pooling on the ground.  A pool which was matched, perhaps exceeded by the smaller drake’s orgasm, with potent cum exploding from the tip of his cock like a firehose, bulging his urethra before it splattered over the open ground, soaking his hands, knees, toes, even his golden belly as it began to sag to the ground.  The big feral’s orgasm was damn near relentless, pumping that poor little dragon full, rendering that soft belly even heavier than before, audibly sloshing around inside and sagging to the cum-soaked forest floor.  Hiro’s cock was wedged upwards, spurting down the backside of his gut, as that turgid mound looked as though the small drake was a pint-sized broodmother, unable to even move due to her very girth and fertility.
And that wasn’t even the end of it.  In all the moaning, Hiro let out a wet belch, finding the overpowering musk of his big friend heavy on his breath, oozing up his throat and then outright filling it, as a powerful gush of cum made its way through his maw, gurgling over his lips and splattering out of his nose.  That continuous burst of pure male flavor continued for a few seconds until Blain finally pulled back, panting as his cock let the last few sprays of cum soak over the smaller dragon’s fat backside, the raw heat soaking through Hiro’s very flesh.  Fortunately, that stuff wasn’t going to end up in him; the chubby little dragon was a blimp of cum, panting on the ground in a pool of his own fluids as well as Blain’s, bound there by a taut, round belly that couldn’t even contain the stuff that was put in.  His puffy hole was still leaking when Blain finally gathered enough wit and breath to pad around his friend, leaning downwards with a concerned gaze.
“Are… you okay?  I overdid it again, didn’t I?”  His answer was a slightly gurgled giggle from Hiro, who looked up with a dumb grin, his eyes half-lidded and speech rather slurred for obvious reasons.
“Think nuffin’ of it… urp… jusht… need resht.”  Hiro panted out, a drip of cum leaking down his tongue into a pool he laid in, as the bigger dragon sighed with relief, taking his place at his bloated buddy’s side, flopping down in that puddle of semen and curling up.  Those big forelegs wrapped around Hiro’s belly, drawing the smaller drake’s back to the abundant green scales of the other dragon.  Blain assumed a protective little embrace, as much as his limbs could muster, keeping that bloated ball of red dragon close, nuzzling him and licking some of the hot, sticky mess from his friend’s cheeks.  Soon, both of them were drifting off for their afternoon nap, one dragon slowly digesting that massive meal fed right into his ass, and the other letting the afterglow reach right into his pleasant dreams.
	It was only later that the red dragon was full and ready enough for some more activity, waking up with a big yawn, looking over his plump, slick body, exploring some new curves that would prove to be quite useful for the next bit of fun he wanted to have.  He wasn’t just chubby anymore.  That little voluptuous drake was downright obese, fattened on cum, bearing asscheeks that could take over even the largest of faces, a thick padded chest, and a fat gut that could keep just about anyone pinned while his thick cock pounded them.  Mischievous as he was, he turned back to the sleeping green dragon, and licked his lips.  Those big, powerful flanks on Blain?  Had to be good for more than just giving the pounding…