Dirty Holiday

Walking side by side, Grant and Howard both stepped out of the chicken pen with the dragon's son hot on their heels, quickly scampering along, giddy with excitement after overhearing that they were going to see the cows next. Of course, while the boy wanted to pet some cute calves and see some cool bighorners, the adults were after something a whole lot more lewd and messy. Drawing near, Howard didn't have to guess which building was the cow barn, able to smell the telltale stink of manure well before the wolf skipped ahead a few steps to open up the door to the red barn, the rolling door sliding open to reveal a small herd of cows and a few bulls inside, some laying down while others munched on feed,
“Watch your feet, you don't want to slip and fall~”
Glancing down, Howard smirked at the piles of cow dung dotting the floor of the barn, a nearby bovine casually producing a fresh pat while she still had her head down in the feeding trough, her tail raising up as her pucker flexed open, a soft slurry plopping out and splatting onto the floor as Clayton held his nose, 
“Eww!”
Grant laughed and ushered the cub along, 
“It's just a little bit of dung, nothing to be disgusted by.”
Indeed, Howard was anything but disgusted by the sight, feeling his pants tightening once more as he stared at the cow's rear, her tail slowly swishing from side to side like a pendulum, giving occasional glimpses of her pretty and plump pussy lips with her tailhole nestled right above, a smear of her fresh scat on the puffy ring. Though he wasn't quite as into the dirty stuff as his friend, remembering how anything disgusting would get the wolf off back in the day, the dragon certainly didn't mind a bit of stink when it came to his smut. Stepping over to the feral lady, Howard laid a hand on her rump, giving her a gentle pet before lifting her tail out the way, eyeing up her pucker as he grinned. Clayton watched with a look somewhere between disgust and curiosity as his dad stuck a few fingers into the cow's asshole, twisting them around as the pucker clenched and relaxed, slowly working in more fingers until the hole was gaped as wide as it had been when she'd let out the load onto the floor. Pushing deeper still, Howard moaned as he stuffed his entire fist into the bovine's ass, giving her a hard thrust as his wrist disappeared up her tailhole, feeling something soft and mushy starting to envelope his hand by the time he was nearing his elbow. Pulling back slightly, the reptile got a thoroughly pleasured laugh from Grant as his arm slipped out of the feral's ass a few inches, his hide covered in a layer of muddy brown sludge, coated in the cow's dung. Grinning, the man only shoved his fist even deeper inside of the cow as she let out a soft moo, still munching down on her dinner as the dragon behind her gaped her tailhole, neither one particularly bothered by what was happening. 

Watching his dad fisting the cow, stepping back a little and giving an uncomfortable groan as he saw the feral's shit smearing across her puffy donut as the older dragon's hand pistoned in and out of her, Clay wasn't enjoying the sights, or the smells, of the cow barn quite as much as he'd hoped. Grant could see the disgust on the cub's face, a devious smile creeping across his muzzle as he thought up of a way to trick the boy into doing something lewd once more, something that got the canine rock hard just thinking about it. Casually playing with his cock as he shuffled behind the little dragon, not even trying to hide his arousal since the naive kid had no clue about any of it, the farmer pointed to another cow standing right next to the one getting fisted by the boy's father, 
“Hey, while your daddy is busy, how about you go pet the other pretty girl~”
Willing to go along, if only to take his focus away from the scat oozing out of the other bovine's ass and the wet sounds of her getting fisted, Clayton nodded and walked over to the cow the wolf had pointed out, smiling as he gave her side a stroke, feeling her soft and short fur brushing against his fingers, 
“Heya, girl!”
With his mischievous smile only growing, Grant lifted up the feral lady's tail, rubbing at her puffy pucker with two fingers as the cub watched, 
“Hey, c’mere, I'll let you do the honours.”
The young dragon cocked his head, confused, 
“Wh… what?”
“Haven't you heard? Kissing a cow back here gives you great luck all week long. It's an old tradition, everyone does it when visiting a farm. C'mon~”
Though very hesitant, the innocent Clay didn't really want to go against the man's wishes, especially not with how close the wolf was with his dad, trusting the farmer even as his nose tried to tell him otherwise. Groaning and sticking his tongue out in disgust, the cub stepped behind the cow and gently grabbed onto her rump with both hands, bringing his face closer and closer to her ass, puckering up his lips for a kiss as he closed his eyes. Only inches away from the tailhole, Clay’s face was suddenly hit with a gust of warm, foul air, his eyes shooting open as he saw the pucker he was about to kiss flexing open, jumping back just in time as a thick, soft log of shit squeezed out and splattered onto the floor, big lumps plopping out as he coughed and groaned in disgust, spitting as both men laughed uproariously. 

Stirred on by the sight of his son very nearly receiving a cow shit facial, Howard knew he had to get more than just his hand deep inside of the four-legged lady he was fisting, panting as he pulled out his cock with his free hand. Keeping one arm still buried inside of the bovine, the dragon lined up his tip with the feral's plump pussy lips, grunting as he pushed inside. Having very recently gained a good bit of experience ploughing both mares and hens, the man was able to compare and contrast the feel of the cow's mound to that of the other female ferals he'd fucked that day, feeling like he was raking the depths of depravity as he mulled over the intricacies of animal pussy, only getting more horny at the thought of his own perversion. The cow's pussy felt almost like a mix between that of a mare's slit and a chicken’s cloaca, having the softness and the almost slimy texture of the avians’ hole, while also squeezing around him in a similar way as the horses, making for a very delectable sensation. The feel of the cow's cunt was only further enhanced by the way her tailhole would clench and squeeze around Howard's arm every time he bucked into her pussy, the warm and soft slurry dripping out from her plugged up pucker as he shoved his fist further with every thrust, grunting as he plunged elbow deep while simultaneously hilting in her slit. With both of her holes getting railed at once, the overwhelming experience was enough to leave the cow shivering, all of the excitement making her give the reptile behind her one last gift as she mooed. Noticing at the last second that the bovine was suddenly squatting slightly, her back legs spreading out while he rammed the last few inches of his cock in her, Howard's eyes widened just a split second before a warm stream of piss spewed out from the cow's mound, washing over his hilted cock before trickling to the floor, drawing out a deep moan from the man as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back in bliss. The sensation of the steaming hot shower was enough to push Howard over the edge, cumming into the cow while he flexed his arm inside of her tailhole, feeling it clench and squeeze as his load was almost immediately washed out by the continuous stream of piss flowing from her pussy, flooding out as his legs trembled. 

Pulling his cock out of the stuffed cow's mound, gasping as he sprayed a few final ropes, draping them across the feral's pussy lips just as the stream of steaming hot urine began to die down, Howard leaned against the bovine's rear for a moment longer, catching his breath before focusing on unplugging the girl's other hole. With a slow and steady pace, the dragon pulled his arm out of the cow's tailhole, moaning as he watched the puffy hole spreading open to push him out, his arm coated in a thick layer of her dung. As soon as the man's fist popped free of the cow's pucker, she immediately pushed out the stinky load his arm had been holding back, a thick and soft log squeezing out from the gaping asshole as she casually ducked her head down to continue eating, her pucker spluttering and twitching as the shit was followed by a few bursts of farts. Panting as he stepped back, shaking off the worst of the sludge clinging to his arm, Howard smirked as Grant grabbed a hose from the wall, 
“It's getting pretty late, think it's about time we head inside. Though not before a good, thorough wash for you~”
After hosing off his arm, Howard joined the other two as the group left the cows behind to spend the night in their barn, heading off towards the farmer's house in the middle of the yard. Welcoming in his guests, Grant let the dragons step inside before he turned around at the door, giving a sharp whistle. Moments later, all three of the wolf's hounds sprinted inside, panting and wagging their tails as they sped past the man and his guests, impatient to get their evening meal after a hard day of work. Grant's belly gave a similarly ravenous grumble as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, quickly pouring three cups full of kibble and setting them down for his dogs to chow down on before he turned to the reptiles, 
“How about we get some grub as well, I've got a nice stew that just needs to be finished.”
Howard nodded, sitting down to wait as the wolf got to work preparing a dinner for them, the shadows growing longer outside as the sun began to sink beneath the tree line. Playing with the dogs while his dad and Grant chatted away in the kitchen, Clayton had no idea what the two adults were talking about, not noticing the way the pair were eyeing him up, pointing and smirking while whispering about the deal they had. 

After about half an hour, the stew was ready for the trio to enjoy, all three of them sitting down at the table with Clay squeezed in between the two men, thinking nothing of the lewd looks he was getting as he dug into his meal, hungry after a day of roaming around the grounds of the farm. Though very tasty, the stew did also leave the boy feeling rather thirsty after just a few mouthfuls, thankful that the wolf had poured him a nice, tall glass of ice cold soda. Taking big chugs of his refreshing drink, Clayton thought that the soda tasted slightly off, though the hatchling didn't really pay much attention to it, continuing to enjoy his dinner while the two men chatted, Grant’s arm around his shoulders,
“I wonder what I'll do to him first. Maybe I'll just stuff my cock right in your ass, or maybe I'll go nice and slow first, give your tailhole a good licking before I gape you~”
Clay didn't really have any idea what the man was talking about, taking a moment to even register that the canine was talking about him, taking another gulp of his drink as he cocked his head, 
“Uhh… what do you mean?”
Both men laughed as Grant gave the boy's ass a light squeeze, 
“Your daddy sold you to me for tonight, is what I mean. And I'll be making real good use of my side of the deal~”
Feeling more and more nervous about whatever it was that the wolf was talking about, Clayton gave his dad an anxious glance, only getting an equally unnerving smirk from the older dragon, 
“Of course, you're not gonna remember any of it come tomorrow~”
Howard gave the almost empty glass of soda a flick, a satisfying clink ringing around the kitchen as his nail tapped against the glass that his friend had spiked before they'd even sat down to eat. Watching as the young dragon seemed to be getting slightly woozy, swaying in his seat and speaking with a slight slur as he tried to comprehend what was going on, Grant turned around to glance at the clock before giving the cub a pat on the back, 
“I think it's kicking in, just in time. C'mon, help me get him up, I'm dying to see just how tight he is~”
Feeling his mind unfocusing, unable to even try to struggle against his dad or the wolf, Clayton just gave a groggy groan as the two men lifted him up to his feet, helping him stay up as he was shoved up the stairs and towards the farmer's bedroom, the three dogs following close behind the group to see what the ruckus was about. 

Hauling his son to his friend's bedroom, Howard stepped in and grinned as the very first sight that greeted him was a rape rack nestled in the corner of the room, meant for assisting Grant in his amateur hobby of dog breeding, both the sort that produced puppies and the sort that didn't. Opposite the rack was the wolf's bed, a king-sized mattress to give the canine plenty of space for activities other than just sleeping. Too loopy to even stay up on his own feet anymore, the drugged cub let out a drowsy moan as the two men tossed him onto the bed, limply flopping about as the springs squeaked, his eyes rolling around in his head as Grant immediately jumped on top of him and rolled him onto his back. The wolf began ripping off the boy's clothes with an impatient growl, a grin on his face as he tossed Clay’s shirt and pants onto the floor like he was discarding a candy wrapper, peeling back the little dragon's briefs with a huff. Getting the boy fully nude, Grant felt up and fondled the half-unconscious cub, groping the softly groaning dragon's rump as he cupped Clayton’s tiny little cocklet and sack with his other hand, panting hard. Unable to wait any longer, the canine yanked his own pants open as well, pulling out his knotted shaft all the while the young reptile’s father watched on with a smirk, both men fully hard as the wolf knelt above the drugged boy, grabbing Clayton’s chin and prying the kid's maw open, 
“I'll warn you right now, the only lube I'm using is your son's own spit~”
Howard only laughed and nodded, prompting Grant to proceed, chuckling as he brought his rock hard and dripping shaft over to the kid's lips. Though heavily under the effects of the drug he was dosed with, Clayton hadn't entirely passed out, only left weak enough to not fight back, with the added benefit of suppressing the boy's memories of everything that would happen to him that night. On his back, the cub could smell the wolf's cock as it was being wafted around right in front of his snout, left rather musky and grimy after an entire afternoon spent fucking all manner of barnyard animals in all of their holes. Grant shoved his red rocket into the boy's maw, uncaring of the gagging and groaning that the smell and the taste of it provoked in the little dragon, shoving the girth down deeper and deeper as he gripped Clay by the throat, 
“That's it, take it all~!”
Howard watched on as his son's mouth was getting mercilessly railed by the wolf, the man's grunting very nearly covering up Clay’s frantic and panicked moaning, the older dragon huffing as he zipped his pants down and grabbed onto his cock, stroking while sitting back to watch. 

Slamming the cub's face down against his crotch, sinking his cock further down into the boy's throat until his knot was pressed against the squirming kid's lips, Grant made sure his shaft was well and thoroughly coated in the little dragon's spit before he finally pulled out. Coughing as the thick manhood unsheathed from his gullet, Clayton gasped with tears in his eyes, drool running down his chin as he tried to fill his lungs with air once more. The hatchling didn't have long to relax however, as the wolf on top of him was already turning him around onto his belly moments after his throat had been freed up, his face showed into the bed while his rear was lifted up into the air. Manhandling the boy, Grant spread apart Clay’s ass cheeks, spitting between the buns as he took a finger and rubbed the slobber into the kid's hole, pushing his finger into the clenched hole, twisting and drilling his digit into the little reptile. Screaming and kicking as his virginal tailhole was getting stretched out, Clayton tried to struggle past the drugged up and foggy state he was in to break free of the wolf's grasp, tears streaming down his face as he flailed, 
“Daddy! Help! Make him stop!”
Howard had thought he'd have found the sight of his son being railed hard rather unpleasant, but the boy's screams only made him even harder, biting his lip with a moan as he watched Clayton wriggling, his hand wrapped around his twitching cock as his friend turned to him, 
“A little help here?”
Happy to assist, Howard clambered onto the bed as well, grabbing his son and pinning the younger dragon's shoulders down against the mattress as he softly shushed the sobbing Clay, 
“Shhh… it'll be over soon~”
With the help of his friend holding down the cub, Grant lifted up the boy's tail and stuffed the tip of his dick against Clayton’s pucker as soon as he popped his finger out, ramming his cock inside while the hatchling’s writhing and screaming intensified, moaning as the tight hole clenched around his girth. With the feral dogs curiously watching their master, the wolf forced more of his inches into the dragon, soon managing to get almost all the way up to his knot inside of the kid. With the drug continuing to work its magic, Clayton lost more and more control over himself, losing his will to fight as he whimpered and sobbed, squeezing his dad's hand while trembling as his tailhole was getting gaped wide open, his father only getting hornier from the sight. After plenty of hard work and force, Grant had stretched out the boy enough for the wolf's knot to pop into the squealing Clayton, the canine's fangs showing as he grimaced with pleasure, his sack pulling up taut as he began to unload deep inside his friend's son, growling as ropes of cum rushed into the snug pucker. 

Grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, whimpering into them while he sluggishly squirmed around as the drug began to wear him down enough that his dad didn't even have to hold him down any longer, Clayton could feel the wolf's knot throbbing in his tailhole, his belly feeling bloated as more and more cum was pumped inside of him. Not bothering to wait around until his knot had deflated and instead choosing to untie the boy the hard way, Grant planted a hand on the little dragon's ass and began to yank, pulling hard as the cub squealed and screamed, feeling the pucker slowly but surely stretching around his knot until he finally slipped free of the drugged kid's ass, leaving behind a gaped and creampied hole. Moaning in delight as he watched his load ooze from the thoroughly spent tailhole, stroking himself while enjoying the sight of his cum drooling down the panting dragon's taint, Grant peeked over his shoulder at the three dogs excitedly wagging their tails as they eyed up the raped cub, the rape rack sitting just behind the three ferals, 
“I've got an idea~”
Realising exactly what his friend had in mind, Howard grinned and nodded, getting up from the bed and grabbing his son as the wolf brought the rape rack over, setting it down next to the bed. Easily able to get the delirious boy in place, tightening straps around Clay’s neck and waist while tying the boy's ankles apart, lifting the young dragon's tail out of the way, the two men tied Clayton onto the rack, his exposed and dripping tailhole immediately getting the attention of the three dogs, each of them curiously sniffing and nosing at the reptile’s rump while Clay whined. Expecting quite the show, Howard quickly slipped out of the room while the feral males were getting familiar with his son's rear, hurrying downstairs to grab two bottles of beer for both him and the wolf, getting up just in time to see the rottweiler hopping on top of the rape rack, mounting the squeaking Clayton. Sitting down to watch, Howard opened up his beer and handed the other drink to Grant as the farmer sat down next to him, both men reaching over towards one another to fondle and play with each other's cocks, enjoying the sight of the rottweiler’s stiffening manhood slipping into Clayton’s stretched out and abused asshole as the boy wailed once more. 

Strapped in place, his limbs tied down and his rump left helplessly open for anyone to use, Clay was bred like a prized bitch, each of the three dogs taking a turn with the drugged cub as he squealed and whimpered, crying as his tailhole was knotted again and again. Almost as soon as the rottweiler’s knot had yanked out of his ass, the golden mounted the boy, panting in his ear while ploughing into his sore and gaped tailhole, the frantic thrusting only stopping when his hole was once more plugged up by the feral's throbbing knot. After the golden retriever, the even bigger Bernese took a turn with Clayton, stretching out the little dragon's asshole with his girthy red rocket as Clay howled and wriggled around on the rape rack, the cub's cries not bothering the big hound as the dog plunged balls deep into the tied up kid. Halfway through his beer, moaning heartily as he watched his own son getting mounted by the dogs, his friend pumping at his cock as he had his own hand wrapped around the wolf's cock, Howard couldn't help but to occasionally shift his gaze below the feral canines’ tails, watching as the dogs’ deliciously plump puckers twitched and pulsed as they emptied their loads into the young dragon they were tied to. The man had had a taste of just about every other animal on the farm, but he found himself getting quite the craving for some canines the more he watched them work. Howard wasn't sure whether his friend would allow him to do much with the hounds however, as Grant had always been a bit more protective of the dogs when compared to the other beasts on the farm, letting them pound plenty of holes but never forcing them to take it in the ass. Spurred on by his horniness, the dragon decided to at least give it a shot, turning to the softly panting wolf as he felt Grant throbbing in his hand, 
“How’d you feel about me strapping one of your dogs on that rack, really going at his asshole for a bit~?”
Much to Howard's surprise, Grant pondered the suggestion for a while, a slight smirk on the canine's face until he nodded, 
“Alright, you can do that. But I get to play with your kid some more. And not just some basic anal stuff either, I'm gonna be giving that boy everything I've got~”
The wolf patted his belly just as a loud gurgle came from his guts, making his intentions with the little dragon quite evident as Howard gave a disgusted groan, not having expected Grant to take it quite that far,
“Seriously?”
Grant nodded once more, gulping down his beer, 
“Those are the terms, take it or leave it~”
Feeling a slight buzz from his drink, as well as a very heavy bladder, the dragon turned to look at his son strapped on the rape rack, the Bernese just having knotted Clayton, turning ass to ass with the sobbing cub as Howard sighed, 
“Alright. But I'm not going easy on your dogs. And I need a real big leak, but I'm not gonna bother heading to the toilet.”
Grant chuckled, 
“Deal~”

Happy with the barter he'd made, Howard hurried up to his feet, guzzling down the last drops of his beer before stepping over to his son, the Bernese still tied to the softly groaning cub. Squatting down, the man grabbed the dog's knot, tugging the feral out of the yelping Clayton before he began to untie the boy off of the rape rack, more to free it up for his own use rather than to allow the younger reptile any respite, knowing what the kid still had coming. Heaving Clayton back up onto Grant's bed, the boy's tailhole left stretched out and gaping as feral cum poured out of it at a constant trickle, Howard turned back to the trio of dogs watching him curiously, grabbing the rottweiler by the scruff of the neck and yanking the male over to replace his son on the rack. The dragon bound the feral canine in place, pinning the dog's tail up and out of the way as he took his place behind the helpless hound, eyeing up the untouched asshole winking up at him as he stroked his cock, the beast's own sack and red rocket dangling just below the rottweiler, glistening with the cum the feral had pumped into Clayton earlier. At the same time, just next to the adult dragon getting ready to snatch the rotty’s anal virginity, Grant rolled his little toy over before grabbing the belt off of his pants, taking the drugged boy's arms and bringing them above Clayton’s head. Still groaning and grimacing from the stinging in his rear, quite sore after having his asshole so roughly used by the man and a trio of the farmer's dogs, Clay felt too weak to put up any kind of a resistance even as his arms were bound above his head, his wrists tied to the head of the bed using the canine's belt as he was pinned against the mattress, just wishing he wouldn't have to take anything up his tailhole any more. The cub would indeed have his wish come true, though not necessarily in a way he would have wanted, staring up in horror as the wolf tying him down stood up, glaring down at him with a smirk before suddenly turning around, Grant's pants dropping as the man squatted. Buried under the farmer's rump as Grant’s cheeks nestled on either side of his snout, Clayton tried to squirm his face out from under the wolf's ass with very little success, his muffled cries only stirring on the man as his nostrils filled with the sweaty and musky scent of Grant's ass.

Watching as his friend got into position above his son's face, Howard turned back to the tied up rottweiler in front of him, grabbing the base of the male's tail with one hand and a hind leg with the other, pressing his tip against the pink bud peeking out from under the dog's fur as he pushed hard, using his precum as lube as he sunk into the yelping dog's asshole. Waiting for the other man to start before he'd begin, Grant heard his dog whimpering and barking, taking that as his queue to start pushing, reaching back to hold the boy's head still and muzzle open as he squatted down to position his pucker right above Clayton’s open mouth, moaning with a grin as his guts began to churn. The wolf's first push caused a gust of foul air to spurt out of his tailhole, flowing over the trapped cub's face as Clay already gagged and choked, writhing and shaking his head in horror as he saw the canine's asshole begin to bulge out. With another push, Grant huffed with relief as a thick lump of shit squeezed out of his ass, sliding straight into the young dragon's maw, a long and continuous log pushing more and more of his dung down the reptile’s throat as he peeked between his legs with a big grin. While the wolf was busy feeding his son a mouthful of shit, Howard was more focused on the wonderful feel of the rottweiler’s tight tailhole clenched around his cock, moaning as he hammered the whimpering feral hard, getting some added lubrication from the contents of the tied up male's bowels, his shaft stained further brown with every thrust. The other two dogs curiously sniffed around their whining and yipping comrade, licking at the man's cock every time it pulled out of the rottweiler’s asshole for a moment, their tails wagging as they watched the dragon gaping the other canine's ass wide open. 

Grunting softly as shit poured out of his asshole and into the boy's open maw, Grant held nothing back, stroking his cock as he emptied his bowels down into the squirming hatchling’s throat. The drugged cub's wriggling around caused a few nuggets of his scat to miss the mark, instead falling onto Clayton’s face, leaving brown streaks down the side of the kid's cheeks as they smeared down. While his friend was finishing up using his son as a toilet, Howard planned to do the same to the dog he was balls deep inside of, increasing the pace of his bucking as he felt his climax fast approaching. The rottweiler yelped and whined as he hammered away at the gaped tailhole, punching as deep inside of the feral as he could before cumming with a heavy grunt, the first squirt of his seed splashing deep inside of the canine's ass. Gripping the tied up dog's fur as he unloaded in the rotty’s pucker, Howard had no intentions of just filling the dog with his cum however, leaving his girth hilted in the squirming and whimpering pup after he'd finished pumping his load deep inside, taking a moment to relax before giving a slight push, moaning as piss began to stream from his tip. The rottweiler trembled as he felt his asshole being flushed out with steaming hot urine, the unfamiliar and odd sensation making his ears fold back as the pee trickled out his plugged up hole, soaking into the fur on his inner thighs. Only after fully emptying his bladder, Howard pulled out with a satisfied sigh, letting the mixture of his piss and his seed flood out of the rottweiler’s asshole as the other two dogs immediately rushed in to clean up the mess, lapping both at his dirty cock as well as the gaped and creampied tailhole of their feral peer. Getting done at nearly the exact same time as his friend, Grant huffed as he shook off one final squirt of his shit into the cub's maw, finishing off with a rumbling fart right against Clayton’s nose before he turned around, smirking as the boy desperately tried to cough up the fresh meal he'd given the hatchling. Grabbing the nuggets that had missed Clay’s muzzle, the wolf stuffed every last bit into the cub's mouth before forcing it closed, rubbing his cock against the teary-eyed dragon's snout as he watched his friend's son swallow down his shit little by little, cooing the entire time, 
“Good, there you go, eat it up~”
Gagging as he hesitantly gulped the last mouthful down, Clayton felt his consciousness starting to slip, the combination of the drug and being buried under the wolf's ass with very little air leaving him on the verge of passing out. As his eyes slowly closed, the last thing the boy saw was his dad climbing onto the bed, grabbing Grant and kissing the canine as the two men groped and fondled one another, making out over the hatchling as he fell asleep. 

Slowly opening his eyes, Clay groaned as he lifted his head off the pillow, his entire body feeling sore and the most awful taste lingering in his mouth, a similarly ghastly stink lingering on his scales. The little dragon might have described himself having the worst hangover imaginable, if he even knew what that was, blinking a few times as his eyes focused up, looking around a foreign bedroom. Spotting his clothes folded out over a chair, Clayton pushed his covers aside and slipped out of bed, swaying from side to side with each step as he hobbled over to get dressed, unsure of why he was naked since he always slept in his pyjamas. Thinking back, the boy couldn't even remember half of last night, his memory going completely blank shortly after going into the barn to see the cows, getting worried as he dressed himself. Whimpering softly as the stinging in his rear made his eyes water with every step he took, the boy stepped out of the bedroom, looking around as he cautiously made his way downstairs, spotting his dad and Grant sitting on the sofa. Howard turned to the cub with a smile, smirking as he waved at the groggy hatchling, 
“There's the little sleepyhead, thought you'd be in bed all day.”
“Wh… what happened…?”
The man shrugged the question off,
“I think you might've eaten something a little off, you weren't feeling so hot when we went to sleep last night.”
Grimacing in disgust as he smacked his lips, Clayton still couldn't quite recognise the disgusting taste in his mouth, or the stink clinging to his hide. Spotting the confusion on the boy's face, Grant just chuckled, 
“Oh, don't mind the smell. You slipped and fell face first right into a cow pat, remember~?”
“Ugh, no…”
Howard stood up from the sofa, walking over to the groggy cub and patting his son on the head, ushering the young dragon towards the back, 
“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll start feeling better real soon. But let's get you into a shower first.”
The wolf watched the two reptiles disappear behind the corner, turning back to his phone as he grinned, looking over all the footage that he and Howard had recorded that night.