	Omniscience: Just as the humans have their legends of rare and mythical creatures, the Beast-kin also have such tales of rare beings- whether they were once common,and faded to oblivion; or were born anomalies that break every rule of biology.  Who knows: maybe these kin of myth are still walking among us.  

	YOU are a proud and valiant knight, with loyalty sworn to the crown in the young days of Zootopia.  Clad in the finest armor human hands could forge, and your gleaming sword by your side, you chased off into the uncivilized wild, in search of a distressed princess to marry.  A looming tower as old as time that pierced the clouds greeted you at the end of your travels; the princess must be in there, you thought.

	You climbed the spiraling structure, fighting whatever feral creature stood in your way of reaching the highest room of the tower- demons, wizards, skeletons, they were all victims of your search warrant.  As you climbed higher, the deceased path of the unrighteous stretched behind you.  With all this evil lurking around, she must be here- you know it!

	Finally, the door to the highest room of the tower stood in front of you.  You threw it open, shouting a proud and victorious “PRINCESS, I'VE COME FOR YOU!!”  But from first glance, there was no princess- only a lake of gold doubloons and jewelry piled high.  You must've reached the treasury room, but one thing puzzled you: with all these riches in one place, why hasn't anyone attempted to plunder it?  It was only now that you looked around the room, and what you saw was appalling: you noticed dozens of charred carcasses  of previous adventurers and thieves strewn across the chamber, as if they were some kind of sick decorations only appreciated by a deranged mind.  For all you knew- one of these remains belonged to your future wife!

	The heart of the coin lake shook with a minor disturbance, like something was asleep in the pile, and was woken up.  You readied your sword as the beast arose from its horded obsession.  The creature revealed itself- a dragon- but not like any dragon you've seen.  She was a dragon taking tall human form, blood red scales covered her tight, feminine body, except for her front area which was smooth, light orange flesh.  A living legend stood before you- the legendary Dragon-kin, a race thought lost to many purges. Equipped with a powerful tail, and large tattered wings, she seemed to be permanently grounded from flight.  What took you off guard the most was her chest- complimentary to her human-like physique, the creature had the largest and plumpest breasts you've even seen, able to shame just about any fair maiden in comparison, ending in two perky nips.  Despite having the face of a lizard, just a glance of her was enough for you to put a dent in your own armor.

	Staring at you with her sleepy, sapphire eyes, she seemed accustomed to this whole recurring situation: idiot human comes in and tries to steal gold; idiot human burns to death.  Without any effort, she huffed a scorching wall of inferno, screaming towards you, which you barely dodged by tucking and rolling out of the way.  A retaliation was in order, you charged at the beast with your sword raised high- despite its surprising beauty, the creature was still a monster in the eyes of justice, and must be purged.  Kill it for the princess!

	You swung your steel with an upward slash with all your muscle, aiming for her chest, but it turned out ineffective.  The beast caught it in the palm of her hand like it was just a child's play thing- not even a single cut or gouge where the sword struck. Yanking the sword from your hand, and throwing it to the other side of the chambers, she then threw you onto the lake of gold with marvelous strength.  The Dragoness opened you up like a can of human sardines, tearing away your armor and chain mail with an effortless yank.  It wasn't long before she got to your nude, unprotected flesh- you thought to yourself, if this was your end, let it be so.  You closed your eyes, awaiting the final blow from the beast.

	You felt the weight of the Dragoness' body climb on top of you, but then came the unexpected-your dick was being played with.  You opened your eyes to see the beast lovingly stroke your erect extension- for a strong, muscular female, she was being surprisingly gentle.  Her soft hands ran up and down your quivering shaft as as you looked into her sexed up eyes, which burned with the lust of many missed breeding seasons.  As you laid there being worked on, you thought to yourself, it actually wasn't half bad; she had a certain finesse to her technique that no street whore could mimic or learn.

	Her dripping wet snatch hovered over your twitching dick, teasing and tormenting it with drops of her own juices.  Her drooling lips skimmed across your broadhead, each touch sent urges down your spine, and a dire need to quench your tormented thirst.  Every time she coated your dick with her dressing, you had to fight off the strong urge to grab her by the hips, and just yank you down your entire length.  But one thing's for sure- whoever or wherever she was taught to be such a cocktease, she was taught well.  Her lovely sapphires shone with more lively, vibrant colors as she cooed and lightly moaned with each small twitch of her pelvis, drooling like a dog with her long, reptilian tongue hanging out of her gaped grin full of razor sharp teeth.

	But there always comes a time to stop the foreplay- now was the time for some real fun.  You gave into the urge, plunging her plump ass down your shaft! By the looks of that fireball she just threw from her mouth, you definitely took her off guard.  What phenomenal grip she had on your dick; once her delicious pussy latched on, there was no letting go!  It felt so soft, so human-like, you nearly forgot what was attached to it- a now desperate Dragon-kin, who only wanted nothing more than to innocently accomplish her heat's desires.  Each of your palms were filled with ass cheek, she paid no mind to the control you brought to her bounces; at first you could tell she wanted a fast round, but instead you persuaded her to stick around for a slow ride.  The both of you enjoyed it to your fullest.  

	The sound of wet, smacking flesh filled the chambers in no time, with not a worry of anyone hiding to listen in onto the sweet music.  Heck, somehow she had the ability to wipe every worry off your mind as she ran your spear down her love tunnel- you even forgot why you came in the first place.  As she bounced faster, you gave that fatty tush a couple of smacks, sending a wave of feel-good pain through her entire body, only to be followed by loud yelps of masochistic joy.  She couldn't control the clouds of smoke that quickly filled the room as quickly as her moans.  Her gigantic mamas bounced out of control as her riding pace quickened.

	 like any good mate, she had the courtesy of dropping down low enough for you to latch onto those soft puppies with your full palms.  As you groped and squished her breasts together, you couldn't think of any equal sensation- their softness was just on a league of their own, even indirectly hardening your solid cock harder than any precious stone.  

	But this little slice of Heaven was soon about to run out.  As the last of your endurance danced delicately at your tip, she slammed down onto your pelvis one last time before your composure finally broke, a stream of your seed shot into her thirsty pussy like a rogue cannonball fired down the battlefield.  She stood there a quivering wreck, trying to accept all the spooge her womb could carry.  She lifted up from your limp dick, which still spat out baby batter.  You could barely move a thing, all you wanted to do was take a nice, long nap.  

	But the Dragoness wasn't done with you just yet: you could feel her soft, reptilian tongue wrap around your exhausted genitalia, licking it clean of any cream she might have missed.  But how that was able to force your cock up-straight again you didn't question- maybe this was just her way of saying “thank you” for filling her fertile hole with seed.  But as you were soon to find out- this was just an appetizer.  She wedged your hard dick between her plump bosoms; what technique was this,  you thought in sheer bliss, it was absolutely amazing!  Up and down she rubbed her titties together slowly, driving you and your member insane from sensations you doubted any mortal have felt before.  You could just feel the suction her tightly joined breasts made while pulling at your dick, tormenting it to release another load all over herself.

	Eventually her wish came true- even with her slow motions, your dick gave in to her demand, erupting all over her face and chest with white semen.  Your balls cramped, unable to deliver a third round even if they wanted to.  But that didn't seem to bother her; those half-closed baby blues told you of her satisfaction as she scraped every ounce of mess off her skin, letting her long tongue clean off her digits as she sampled your flavor.  If dragons could purr, she'd be happily doing it.  She laid down by your tired side, wrapping her arms and wings around your body for warmth as she joined you  for a nice slumber.  Deep down inside, you couldn't help but feel a little happy for yourself: sure, you might not have saved the princess, if she was ever here- but at least you found yourself a mate. Maybe she'll decide to use you as breeding stock, maybe she'll just kill you; your blood was now swimming inside a mythical legend, producing the next generation as you laid there: now that's something to be proud of. But there was still one question you asked yourself: what were you going to do about your clothing? It's not very knightly of you to just waltz back into the kingdom in your birthday suit.  Oh well, maybe you'll just sneak a pair of robes off a dead wizard- it's not like he's gonna miss it, or anything.

	Every day, during your off-duty, you paid a visit to that Dragon-kin, witnessing her tummy swell with offspring as the days stack up.  She grew accustomed to your presence: you were the only human she made an exception of not killing on the spot.  Though every time you brought her small game you killed during your trips to the tower, she seemed to have already feasted on the cooked flesh of a failed thief, who made the fatal error of attempting to touch her gold.  Even though all she ever does with it is bathe and roll around in it,  She won't let anyone lay a hand on her lake of precious metal, not even you.  You may have tamed her heart with your penis, but you could never tame her obsession.
