Shake Tramp
By Bartan Tirix

 It was another boring evening at the Shelter, well after closing time and nearly the end of the polar bear's shift. The battery to his phone was practically dead, which meant that he had to continue his custodian duties in silence. Well, almost silence, as he climbed out of the second to last pen containing a slumbering dragon, such murmurs nearly echoed in such a large building.
 At least they weren't rowdy about such things. During the harsh winters, it was very common for dozens of them to come to a building and be taken care of instead of fighting for shelter on the outside. In return, the owners to such establishments opened the building to the public for the wonderous creatures to be admired for their magnificence. The more popular ones which returned each year even got merchandise sold in the gift shop.
 It was a win-win for pretty much everyone around, except for those who worked there, the grumpy bear thought. Cleaning up dozens of hardened, sticky spills day after day was really starting to grind his gears, as well as those who decided that pranks were humorous. Especially bathroom related ones, to the point where he wondered if the Shelter should start charging the public for toilet paper. Some of the things he’s seen…
 But things could be worse, he thought. Bartan at least got to work in silence, away from other people, and during a time period where the dragons were not grumpy. Granted, that didn't always make them…clean. Nearly letting out a large growl when he saw the navy dragon's large window, smudged and foggy like it's been licked at for six hours straight. This was the third time today this dragon has done this!
 A sigh of frustration, but it wasn't the beast's fault. Odds are some kid was bringing a steak or something delicious and baiting the hungry dragon for it. Like a zoo, it's possible to buy food to feed them, providing both sides agreed to the rules. They're dragons, not animals, but that doesn't mean they won't bite if teased.
 Granted, the windows were heavily reinforced to protect the public and dragonkin alike. They're made to be admired, not pet or touched (they learned that the hard way). But what the bear couldn't understand was why this dragon, Bunsen, specifically kept licking at his damn window! Spraying the remaining maw-juices with his blue-coloured window cleaner and running it over with newspaper. Getting that clear look once again, in one small area at least. 199 more to go.
 A grumble left the white one, as his phone vibrated. Getting him to look at it in disappointment to see that his shift ended, yet he still had work to do. He would have to lock the place up, as the others working tonight motioned they were out for the evening. Giving a gesture to just head out, he would make sure of everything. AGAIN.
 It felt like half the night passed before Bartan was done…with the window. He still had to empty the trash bags and clean the dragon's 'Water Closet'. Yes, they even got a toilet, which honestly saved him a lot of work. They were also surprisingly clean compared to the public's, making him wonder exactly who the real animals are.
 A wash up of his gloves then his hands, and the white one was done for the night. Only an hour and a half late. Another grumble, but whatever. He could finally go home and sleep, he thought while picking up his supplies and heading for the smaller doors. Only to see the large navy dragon shift and roll on his back, exposing that red plated chest outlined with gold to the air as well as a small cyan tip making its way out of a slit.
 Those brown eyes of the anthro's couldn't help but stare at it, almost whimpering as the flare slowly started to come out. (Looks like somebody was having a good dream.) Bartan thought…but was it possible that he could make it better? He was alone in the shelter, no security cameras spying on them. All the others were asleep, if not just the ones able to see them…
 The bear gently set the supplies in the soft grass as he carefully approached the soft bedding made to look like rocks. Studying the beast past twice his size and ensuring Bunsen was indeed sleeping before softly touching one of the lifted hind paws, spreading wide and almost welcoming the bear to come in and play. Hearing a low purr omit as those talons and toes contracted with the touch.
 But the strokes of the furred hand were soft and light, soon relaxing the scaled paw as he took the time to keep the dragon submerged in a deep zen. Allowing such a limb to vouch for the rest of that large, almost dangerous body in claims that the bear was indeed a trusted guest. Banishing what tension the hind leg had as that paw started to reach down a little lower, all while the other was playfully scrubbing and massaging between those navy toes. Being very mindful of the sharp claws that seemed to extend outwards.
 A few moments later, both the bears paws started to move lower. Softly brushing the dragon's armor with warmth as not to spook or surprise it in the slightest. Letting the large body know exactly where those paws were at any given time; around the hamstring, towards the haunch. Sliding to cross the gold border to red plated territory, and towards the light blue tower. Trying to slow down, just in case the dragon was woken up and startled, but no signs of such a thing thus far. Only those purrs and breaths getting deeper, and a slight smile of pleasure across that muzzle.
 Both paws slid towards that weapon's base, rubbing it gently as it continued to slip out at a steady pace. Letting the bear gaze over such a large thing up close, as he carefully sat down at the base of the dragon's tail. Once again, not showing any disturbance in the dragon's slumber, so he continued. Knowing any moment he could wake the handsome beast up and…well, just use your imagination.
 Yet, Bartan couldn't help but become enthralled by such a thing. To the point where his own equipment was bulging out of his clothing and work apron. Watching closely as the draconic flare displayed itself proudly to its surroundings. The large bumps in pairs down the sides of its cyan walls, and the ripples of its underside facing the bear. Nearly begging to him, that even though he just got done a full shift of cleaning, could he just clean one more object?
 How could he say no to that? Once again rubbing just outside of that opened slit and almost making the tower twitch in anticipation before those white furs finally made the transition. The soft touch against the hot flesh made the large creature take a deep breath, then exhale in a deep purr. Letting that tip squeeze out a few beads of pre and wink at the bear to please continue. Feeling a slight shift in that tail under him as he carefully brushed those cyan walls until the tip, then down again.
 Another deep inhale caused Bartan to slow down and study the feral dragon, making him smile at a large smirk along that navy muzzle. One that was nearly baring fangs as those haunches moved with little thrusting motions and his claws raked in the air slowly. Continuing and watching carefully as that red chest seemed to rise and fall with the white paws along the tower. Stroking it patiently as more and more droplets of liquid fog leaked out, being absorbed by the soft fur and used as a cleaning substance along those grooves.
 It was a very exciting way to clean something, to be honest. Letting those paws massage the weapon's length with caution as it twitched with lustful energy. Keeping itself very warm in the shadows and inviting Bartan to press a little harder. Stroke a little faster, to help squeeze out more fluids to that tool could be well cleaned.
 However, his paws were just too soft for some of the work. Leaving the bear's heart to pound with a very thought as he observed the sleeping behemoth for a bit more. He adjusted his position a little before leaning that white muzzle closer to the tip, and exhaling a warm breath over it. Hearing those navy scales click in a shutter sequence, but not awaken the beast in alert. Another one left the dragon purring deeply before that soft red tongue pressed up against the bottom side of that tip.
 More shifting as another deep breath was taken from the dragon, feeling that tail really start to wag and almost flutter side to side. Still adding warm breaths to that throbbing tower as the red appendage pressed up against those soft blue ripples. His paws still tending to its sides and upper flesh, while once every few motions tending and caressing the folds of the slit. Carefully opening it wider for a bit more of that blue lenght to slip out.
 The bear's suspicions were indeed correct, as he spotted a nice round bulge deep within Bunsen's protection. Yet, he took his time with what he had available, washing that large tool with its own pre and his own damp tongue a little longer before Bartan got a little more daring. Lapping at the tip and giving it a few warm breaths to relax it further before parting his own jaws over it.
 That red tongue swirled over the flare a few times, and let it know what was coming. The press of those softer white fangs along its blue flesh to help it remain calm, that there was no danger to be had. The bear was quite experienced with such a thing, even with weapons as large as this one; about the size of his forearm. When the tower ceased twitching, those teeth parted further and slowly swallowed the flare.
 Another deep purr filled the room as that tip experienced a wonderful warmth, feeling one of the dragon's strong forepaws press on the bear's head and encouraging him to go down further. Getting the white one to halt his muzzle's progress and carefully watch the behemoth's expression. Nothing but an opened maw and a pink tongue lolling out, each breath leaving that navy maw was like a wave of heat. Smiling like a drunk as those claws lightly contracted a bit.
 Several careful laps on that tip teased the tower and making it release half a dozen squirts of pre once more. Nearly soaking that flare and letting them slide down the blue walls before the white paws below snatched them up. Using them to grease the length once again and rest along that opened slit, letting it sink in and around to provide aid for later lubrication
 In the meantime, that white muzzle continued to take in more of the weapon bit by bit. He carefully slid his fangs down the cyan tool and scraping out any possible residue that might have built up over time. Or at least, that's how Bartan was justifying it. He was simply aiding a slumbering dragon and cleaning its equipment. After all, he was there to clean, even if it meant cleaning them if they requested such a thing.
 And that this tool did; still vibrating with energy as that maw slid up and down its length. Being guided by that paw to take a little more after every downstroke. And the bear did just that. Leaning forward a bit more. A little deeper. Using one hand to balance himself before hearing the dragon take a deeper, slightly sharper breath and release quite the jolt into that bear's muzzle.
 But a very deep purr left Bunsen soon after, making the white one question what exactly changed? No sensitive ridges on this one, and his knot wasn't quite out yet. He took a bit more length of that cyan tower, getting to the third set of bumps but not quite the reaction like before. Not until he leaned forward a bit more to reach the fourth set with his tongue, and the heavy squirt returned.
 It was then he felt it, a press towards his own weapon's tip. Almost looking down to see/feel himself prodding the feral dragon's tailhole in the process of muzzling him off. One more press of the bear's hips against the dragon's tail base confirmed it, and even got those draconic claws along his head to retract a bit more. That red chest moving up and down as waves of pleasure rushed through the beast.
 However, it was still sleeping. Granted, it wouldn't be for very long if Bartan kept trying to nail it. A bad idea if there ever was one in this current situation. Sliding back down the tail a bit for some room and nearly resting on the dragon's pelvis, just between those spread legs as he continued to wash that weapon with his tongue and teeth a bit more. Rubbing the tower's base to help that bulging knot to get through while the other paw shifted between the hamstring and the tail's base, relaxing the lower end.
 Soon enough, the large one started to squirm a little with the constant motions. Hypnotic as the very breaths and purrs he omitted in the rhythm of the strokes, that tail still flailing about against the waves within. His wings spreading across the soft bedding, curling up as the beast lightly thrusted in reflex. Trying to get that muzzle to squeeze in a little bit more while shooting another torrent, painting Bartan's maw and forcing him to swallow quite a bit of it every squirt.
 But one tail squirm made Bartan misjudge his distance with the paw, getting a digit to press into that tail slit. Making the feral one nearly whimper and growl before bracing the furball's head in place, releasing a couple big spurts of pre which caused his white cheeks to swell out. At least, until the dragon relaxed again, allowing the bear to slide the weapon out of his muzzle enough to shower those sides with fluids, swallow the dragons essence, and take a few heated breaths for himself.
 The dragon's member throbbed with pure excitement as that digit lightly went exploring around his lower slit. Being mindful of the claw and just lightly tickling it with the fibers of fur, mixing a faint growl within those purrs as the dragon continued to shift a bit. Almost rocking in his sleep as the bear carried on with his work; cleaning that tool thoroughly, massaging both vents and occasionally stroking a hamstring and a paw.
 Bunsen huffed deeply in his slumber, entranced by the constant motions that kept his mind flushed in a state of bliss. Turning those ears and the end of his muzzle a shade of red while that tongue hung out the corner of his maw, dripping excess saliva over his bedding and down his neck. Nearly turning into vapor when it made contact with his hot scales. Retreating that pink appendage as those purrs turned to growls.
 The blue bulge was nearly out of its exit, as Bartan started to carefully pull on the tower with his dull fangs. Locking those bumps in-between a few of the spaces and holding both paws around the swollen slit, having a difficult time to house such a thing. But the soft hands proceeded to comfort it, knowing that the knot felt significantly bigger than usual due to the buildup.
 Fluids rushed out of the dragon's tip and soaked everything below it, greasing up that knot and slit enough for it to escape with a faint plop! Making the large one give a purr of relief with a few breaths, as those white paws tended to the stretched scales. Carefully cleaning the area underneath the bulge before giving it a slight tug upwards, hearing the behemoth whimper a bit as another jolt was released from that tip and into the bear's muzzle. Feeling that tongue lap around and wash those walls with the salty juices.
 But the huffs were becoming more and more frequent. As much as Bartan wanted to keep going, he also needed to get home. Tending to the slumbering beast for a few more minutes before getting into position for the finale. One paw cupping the knot as best as it could, the other pressing up against the dragon's tailhole, and the bear started to withdraw his muzzle. Meeting that navy forepaw with a playful nudge as it finally retreated along that stout red chest.
 Several licks against the weapon's tip until the dragon whined in his sleep, wanting that heated breath over that blue horn and twitching when that tongue slid around it. Parting his fangs once again and taking as much of that length as he could, almost to the knot and lightly gnawing at it just to tease the sleeping dragon. But it was just too deep to use what was planned. Retreating his maw to a comfortable position, while at the same time able to seal his muzzle, the bear was prepared.
 He started with a few presses to the tail slit, getting the dragon's body to shift a bit at the constant waves that every little brush released. Priming the beast up and starting to release a constant flood of juices from that alone, turning into heavy squirts when the knot was being pulled up. Rather patiently at first, but progressively became harder and harder, making the dragon sing with heavy huffs and sharp inhales.
 Then the draw from the muzzle, pulling the fluids within the tower from deep within and finally sending the feral behemoth passed the point of no return. Getting his body to squirm harder, his breaths faster and faster! That tail thrashing wildly as two paw digits slipped inside, pressing up against a soft spot within that slit that only gathered more and more release just below that knot. To the point where those crimson scales started to swell a little bit, flowing up through that cyan rod in one steady flow and erupting like a high-pressured hose into Bartan's maw. Almost stinging him as he playfully fought to see how many torrents he could fit in or keep down.
 Granted, the 'playfulness' didn't last long, as two navy forepaws suddenly gripped and forced the polar bear's head to stay put. Making him take every drop for the first few torrents, until the dragon shifted enough to break that seal and let the heavy white release flow out enough, giving Bartan enough time and room to slip away and cough out the excessive amount of fluids for a few moments, while that blue fountain continued to spray. Ropes of white seed arching at least eight feet into the air and falling onto the squirming beast's chest with a messy splash. Not like he minded, that is.
 And neither did the bear, though watching and taking part of such a thing has created his own little mess. One caught in his only pair of clothes, giving him another reason to head home. Though not without attempting to wash up in the dragon's closet first. Exiting to find those golden draconic eyes look at the white furball with absolute satisfaction, making the anthro chuckle at it. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bunsen. Good night." The large one purred something in response before yawning and falling asleep.

 He could tell it was already going to be a long day before going inside the building. Apart from the bad roads and the morning car troubles that came with winter, it was also the weekend. Meaning people would foolishly attempt to drag their children to this place for that special 'day out', and if you haven't been following the trend: children are sloppy.
 So, the bear was going to look forward to another day of sticky spills and snacks. Irking him to the point where he just wanted to sabotage the concession stand for a day, something he was capable of if it wasn't so heavily watched by cameras... And security... And he supposed people at this point.
 Regardless, Bartan got his supplies and started heading down the crowded hall, passing through people and approaching a near wall of people taking pictures and excited children towards that navy dragon's quarters. Just outside the large glass and giggling as the feral dragon was once again licking at the glass, as if playfully trying to eat the protected children.
 "Hey!" The bear grumbled loudly, getting those navy ears to perk up and instantly spot the white furball within the crowd. Then proceed to start lapping and dirtying the glass wall. "What!? No! Bad Dragon! I just cleaned that wall last night!" But Bunsen continued to slide that large pink tongue across the glass, fogging it up with his breath and saliva. "...No-no-no! Stop! Cleaning them like that only makes it worse! Oh for the love of-!" Another loud growl from the white one as he headed towards the staff door, pressing a locked button on the side that dropped a treat for the dragon on the far side of the pen.
 Those navy ears perked up again towards the thump of the device, and the dragon pounced at the opportunity like a cat and catnip. Giving Bartan time to enter and start quickly cleaning the windows once again while the large one was occupied. Grumbling as the crowd watches the two from the other side, and the bear's squirrel supervisor squeezes through to shout. "Are you crazy!? You do know what happened to the last employee that went into Bunsen's pen while he was awake, don't you!?"
 "Yes, and he was a cupcake!"
 "His name was Cupcake, and he was a gerbil!"
 "And he was delicious, especially according to dragons. I, however, am not, nor am I afraid of them."
 "That's no reason to go against regulations!" The squirrel hissed, almost whimpering when he seen the dragon return. "I-I'm going to call the hospital, tell them to bring the stomach pump. Again!" Bartan just tossed his snout at him, turning about to meet Bunsen as he approached and 'threatening' him with the spray bottle half-filled with blue liquids.
 "You! Why do you keep licking this damn wall!?" The navy one twice the furball's size, seeing that tongue lick his own lips before that maw parted towards Bartan. Getting the bear to squirt it in 'self-defense', not expecting the purr from Bunsen in response. Painting the cleaning fluids with the roof of his large mouth and enjoying it, opening that maw again for another one. Receiving it from the puzzled bear and getting the same reaction; a purr and the look of enjoyment.
 Bartan shifted his gaze between the dragon, once again opening his muzzle to the white one, and the bottle he was holding. Squirting that large tongue again before giving a shot into his own mouth. "...Is that... Alligatorade?" Did someone seriously switch out his window cleaner with a sports drink? "No wonder you've been licking at this so much." He unscrewed the bottle and handed the dragon the container. "You can have the rest of this, but I want this bottle back. Unchewed, understand?" The dragon took it with his fangs, making no promises and turning about. Flashing the audience as the bear went through his supplies. Finding another cleaner that would do the job and going about his work.
 It didn't take long for the navy beast to return, giving the occupied custodian a nudge. "Do you have my bottle?" He asked, knowing the dragon wasn't going to reply to him anyway. Instead, pushing at his clothed back a bit harder, like a nuzzle that didn't know its own strength. "Easy, you. I'm working."
 At this point the dragon was getting slightly impatient, lightly biting the uniform's collar before getting a few hard taps from that white paw. "Hey! No." Bartan said sternly, getting the navy dragon to curl his neck. "I need to work, then I'll figure out what you want. In the meantime, entertain the audience. Understood?" See, this is where the bear made a mistake: You Never Tell A Dragon 'No.' And it really showed when Bunsen let out a growl as the furred one carried on his work.
 It didn't take long for that navy maw to snatch at the custodian's belt, nearly biting his tail in the process. "Hey-hey-hey-!" Bartan yelped, starting to be lifted up and carried off towards the dragon's bedding. Tossed in the air slightly as Bunsen laid on his back and caught the bear with his red plated underside. Still making him land with a thud! and stunning him as those claws dug into the clothing. Hearing them tear a little as the bear looked back to read those twin suns and ask- "What are you doing-!?" A playful bite at the end of that fluffy tail interrupted him, snaring him down while those sharp talons tore his uniform to shreds with ease.
 The white one braced himself for pain but didn't actually feel anything alarming for wounds. Looking back at the dragon's sly expression and witness one of his eyebrows lift up towards the furball, as if to say, 'Still don't understand?' A noise in question left the furred muzzle before a strong paw was felt on the back of his head, directing that white and black snout into the dragon's first slit. Hearing the behemoth of a dragon purr loudly as that silky red tongue was felt against his tip once again, thrusting against it as the bear whimpered and the crowd gasped.
 The custodian did order entertainment, after all. And the dragon wasn't afraid of a little public showing every now and then. A live performance, even if a bit unwilling and unexpected, would definitely get people talking about the weekend…Providing he could get these pesky freaking Boots off-! There we go.
 However, before he could examine those white paws, a rather heavy wave nearly stunned Bunsen. The bear was adjusting much faster than he expected, especially for an audience! Lapping at that cyan tool as it pulsed out into that white muzzle little by little, being beckoned by that red appendage as it explored the weapon's inner home. The smooth texture coaxing that slit into relaxing as it shared its warmth generously with such a guest.
 It wasn't very long before that tip started to leak its clear liquids, ones that were quickly captured and lapped up by that tongue as it washed the cyan flare with it. Just barely peering out of its protective folds and causing the dragon to growl. Dreaming before of how wonderful this white furball was at such a thing, but not fully believing it until witnessing while conscious.
 A very deep purr from the dragon's throat echoed across his pen and a large portion of the building, mistaken by the crowd as a growl as they worried about what might happen. Watching in both awe and concern as those navy forepaws gripped that white coat, nearly clawing into the smaller one's back and sides as he continued to work. Encouraging such a lewd act as Bunsen's paws slid up and down the snowy forest.
 He never expected such a living creature to be so soft. A firm structure underneath, yes, but so comfortable at the same time. Like a plushy cloud, to the point where he might just keep the creature around for a pillow of sorts. As well as other things, once again pressing that black snout into his red pelvis a little further. Clearly such a creature had multiple uses for a dragon.
 But something caught the attention of that navy snout after a while, finally indulging in the constant pleasures of that tongue long enough to control himself more and follow the strange... Citric scent. One coming from... Under him? Not quite, but close... Sniffing the air and under that fluffy tail, unable to pull his paws away from that living pillow's back and sides as Bartan continued his work.
 Those dull fangs started to gnaw on that cyan flesh, causing the dragon's own bite and pull reflex on that white tail. Getting a blissful whimper from the bear, but he continued as that scent grew a little stronger. Leading that muzzle under the tail to find one of those strange pouches some males have, a rather full one at that. Feeling like a water balloon as Bunsen followed the strange smell on his lower chest, discovering an orange syrup of sorts.
 A quick lick soon found the source of such a sweet aroma, much like an orange candy that some of the viewers tend to throw in the pens from time to time. Following the trail over his underside to eventually lick the red flesh of the bear's; where such a thing was dripping from time to time.
 It was no surprise that tending to such a thing resulted more of such fluids, as one of those paws finally escaped the strict orders of instinct to lift one of those furred legs up. Providing easier access to a red tool that almost looked... Both Canine and draconic at the same time. Rows of spines that flowed from its tip down to what seemed like ridges seen on other dragon equipment. Something that a semi-rough lick confirmed, as an orange jolt was ejected out onto the dragon's belly, following another whimper from the bear.
 That larger tongue and muzzle did concern the furball, but he didn't want to completely stop tending to the dragon. Feeling just a fragment of his shirt still hanging on his wrist and hearing a small tone of an incoming message nearby. Carefully pulling up the rag and reach inside his still intact pocket for a phone, all while continuing to muzzle off that large beast with his maw and free paw...

Squeekers says:
You're not dead, are you?

Bartan says:
I'm fine. I just have a dragon gnawing at my tail- Quite literally, too.

Squeekers says:
Well, we're coming in with a tranquilizer gun and getting you out of there. Just hang tight.
Also, what did you mean earlier about Cupcake being delicious?

Bartan says:
A tranquilizer gun? Are you serious?

Squeekers says:
Please tell me that you haven't been seducing other staff members. That's against policy.

Bartan says:
You guys really haven't thought this through, have you?

Squeekers says:
You're avoiding the question.

Bartan says:
I kinda have a reason to. Cuz, y'know, DRAGON.
But seriously, what exactly is your plan here? Walk into the door where Bunsen can CLEARLY see you, shoot, and hope to Flumbelina that he doesn't notice for the next fifteen years that there's a dart sticking out of his fine ass while the drug kicks in?

Squeekers says:
...You've been fornicating with Cupcake, haven't you?

Bartan says:
Now is not the time to discuss who and who I have not sessionized with.

Squeekers says:
"Sessionized"?

Bartan says:
Look. Leave the dragon to me. I know how to handle these things.

Squeekers says:
You're currently being forced to pleasure a beast twice your size. You're not the one in control here.

Bartan says:
And you're not the one who's lower horn is currently in the muzzle of a dragon. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have mine bitten off because some jerk ball with a gun fetish finally has a reason to state that his FPS skills haven't been a waste of his youth.
Stay. Out. Of. Here. I've got this.
...You're not responding.
...Please tell me you're not going to attempt to tranquilize him.

Squeekers says:
We're going to tranquilize him.

Bartan says:
For the love of-!

 The bear hit send too early as Bunsen drew a thick batch of that orange juice from the red weapon. Purring deeply at the taste as he tended to the furred paw he was holding up, once in a while giving it a playful nudge and lick before going back for more. Loving how he could make the furballs squeeze by teasing that red rod while his own cyan one was being stroked.
 However, the several flashes and crowd that had gathered grabbed the dragon's attention. Seeing them enjoy such a performance, but such a shame that it was so far away... Soon putting a devious smirk on the navy muzzle as he milked the bear for a little longer; one last delicious squirt that just gave him another reason to claim such a creature for his own.
 Finally letting go of that hind leg and pulling Bartan away from his fine work, flipping him around to the point where they were nearly muzzle to muzzle and booping snoots. Loving the faint blush over those round furred ears, just knowing that they were about to get deeper as the dragon rolled sideways and stood up. One forepaw holding the bear against his lower chest as he hobbled the two towards the glass wall.
 Resting on his haunches while getting as close to that wall as possible, Bunsen started to slide the furball down his underside. Pressing that white back against the recently cleaned barrier and attempting to line up that tail with the cyan tip, proving to be harder than he hoped, especially with the smaller one's yelps. "W-wait! Hold on there, big guy! That's going to be too big for me to take-!"
 A loud growl from the dragon as his body wanted so badly to just release all that pent-up seed. Nearly greasing Bartan's lower end, but never quite getting it into position enough for it to work. Though, still providing quite an up-close show for the audience. Eventually feeling his large tool slide up against the bear's own flesh and fur, finally giving into his instincts to just accept such a thing right now. That the bear's tailhole would receive a 'Get Out of Jail Free' card this time around.
 That didn't mean he was off the hook entirely though, as with the semi-awkward thrusts of the feral one against the glass wall just slowed the bear's decent. His crimson plates too lubricated by the orange release to keep a good hold onto him, and eventually causing Bartan to touch the floor again. However, to the dragon's surprise, he went back in for a muzzling on that large weapon.
 Such a feeling was astonishing. Blissful and exciting as the crowd continued to almost cheer the two on regardless of the staff attempting to force them out. Thrusting into that furred muzzle as that red tongue went to work, causing the dragon's own pink one to start lolling out the side of his muzzle and fog up the glass in front of him. Eventually turning a bit sideways for the closer camera-phones to get a better view and holding a paw on the back of the polar bear's head.
 It was coming, closer and closer with every lick against his flared tip. Like water being poured into a nearly filled tank, streams of pre were flowing out of that blue tower and leaking out of his muzzle. Dripping constantly like a thick web as he ordered Bartan to move faster with that larger paw. To take in more of that weapon, playfully bite and suck harder! A heavy draw nearly pushing the dragon over the point of no return!
 But he was trying to hold out just a little longer! For the fans and the audience to get more footage before painting this entire glass wall with his glorious eruption! Those paws around his knot weren’t helping though, teasing his slit and soon starting to pull from behind the bulge! Causing the large dragon to almost jerk and strain his muscles. That tail to thrash out wildly, slamming into the glass wall and ground a few times. Those wings spreading high and wide while that navy neck stiffened. Causing Bunsen's head to lower and growl to a near roar-!
 Then the doors flung open. Seeing a few staff members walk in with resistant gear and one with a firearm of sorts, instantly causing the dragon to scare them with a sudden torrent of flame. Knocking the smaller ones on their asses for interrupting a wonderful session, knowing very well what they've come for.
 But the bear was his now! The large dragon claimed him, even just for the day. Once again picking Bartan up with his jaws carefully, he carried the yelping naked furball to the other side of the pen. Finding it very odd how the bear was calling out orders: "Don't shoot! Don't you damn well shoot!" And not like he was frightened.
 Still, finding the emergency hanger doors to his pen and opening the roof up enough to leap out into the cold, the dragon took off without a single wound. He'll consider barbequing this damn place and its staff later. For now, Bunsen has unfinished business.

 The flight wasn't too long within the light snowfall, and at least he did have multiple places to hide out. A rather large cave in a nearby mountain was the perfect spot, especially when the entrance to it was quite high up. Leaving it mostly untouched, aside from a small pile of snow to land in. Granted, now minus one erect tool, thanks to the cold.
 Still carrying the bear in his muzzle, Bunsen walked into the slanted down cave. His eyes adjusting to the darkness quickly and seeing a small campfire set aside for such occasions. Holding the white furball in one paw and giving the wood a quick torrent of flames. Enough to get a fire started as he moved on, surprised that the small one wasn't struggling or attempting to escape. "I can't say this is the first time I've ever been kidnapped. Though it is the first time I've been kidnapped naked." Bartan stated, still attempting to scan through the darkness at their surroundings.
 It was hard to make much out, especially with the extra light, ironically. But some smooth ground that was slanted up like a bed of sorts was barely made out before the dragon shifted the bear around to his chest. Then laid on his back, leaving the furball on top and lapping as if to groom that soft fur. Finding it strange how none of it seemed to shed in the slightest as Bartan slid to that crimson lap.
 Stroking his new-found pillow for a bit and deeply purring while licking the slightly chilled orange flavor. Feeling those soft paws stroke his head and return the licks between the beast's head and between those golden suns. Tending to those floppy scaled ears and getting a playful growl from the dragon as Bartan attempted to move into a more comfortable position. Specifically, a little further down and on the thick tail.
 However, the dragon restrained him to keep still. Something the bear didn't think twice about, and just let the purring beast continue to admire his coat. Trying it after a while and still getting those dark navy paws to remain around Bartan's thighs and waist, keeping him there but once in a while rubbing the furball back and forth a little. "Easy there bud..." The white one coaxed him, as he attempted again but was kept still.
 That tongue started to reach down towards the bear's sheath, fluffy and swollen. Only growing further towards the dragon's muzzle as he exhaled a heated breath over it, welcoming the dragon's attention as that pink appendage. Feeling Bartan attempt to shift towards it but was once again braced down into the dragon's lap.
 Why was Bunsen so persistent about such a position? The bear pondered, only to soon make out something brushing up under his tail. Making him whimper and grip the dragon's upper head, releasing a small jolt of orange that was soon cleaned up by a hungry tongue. What was that thorn just now-? The white one released another whimper with his rather shocked expression, something those twin suns caught and deviously smiled at. Replying to the smaller furball's head shake with a strong nod. "Bunsen... That's not going to-"
 Another rather powerful slide by those navy paws, as the blue tip pressed against a certain sensitive area on the bear. Nearly leaving him breathless when a prod just behind those furballs was felt, and those dark paws continued to grope the living pillow. Once again leaning down to graciously lap up the orange juices before they created a stain on the perfectly white canvas and paying that red tip a few licks of appreciation.
 Meanwhile, Bunsen's own tip finally found a nice and cozy area of entrance between those two fluffy cheeks. Almost feeling the bear move slightly forwards in hopes that it would just go around or up, until a grip was felt on his tail. Making him slightly whimper in panic, but mostly in bliss as it was pulled down over that growing tool.
 It was smaller for the moment, thank Flum. But Bartan knew just how big it could get; to the point where he couldn't even muzzle the entire thing. Now he was feeling it slowly crawl up his tailpipe as the dragon continued to snare any movement, and just before that tongue decided to go exploring.
 The bear's tip was opened just enough for that pink appendage to slip in between the warm flesh and the heated home, stretching it out while the furred one retaliated with a delicious spray. Forcing him to lean forwards over Bunsen's head, and soon pulled back down by the grip on that fluffy tail. The draconic tool still drilling into that fluffy rear deeper and deeper with every pulse, widening it with every millimeter of slack that left that crimson slit. Only causing the jolts to become more and more frequent.
 As frequent as Bartan's heavy breaths, knowing very well what was soon going to slip out of that red protection. Let alone that if the dragon willed it, he was going to get it. Instead of attempting escape, perhaps he could convince the beast that it was an impossible task? It was the bear's only shot, or at least the only one he could even think of with that pink tongue thrashing around in his sheath.
 Bunsen released a growl when the furball attempted movement again, bracing him to soon realize that all the white one was doing was grinding over his lap. Something the dragon guessed was permitted, then welcomed after a few moments of letting the bear move freely. Though, if he attempted to dismount from such a weapon, he would mount the furball for punishment. Hard.
 But such a thing was hypnotic to him, finally causing that tongue to loosen up and slip out of the canine tool's home. Barely able to lap up all the squirts of orange from that twitching tip without lolling about once in a while. Soon feeling that large bulge start to slip out of his crimson slit and the furball attempt to take it. Brushing over it a bit and pressing over it before stopping and petting that large scaled head. "See? It's not going to-"
 The dragon suddenly gripped Bartan by the waist, making him yelp as those paws pressed down and the hind legs pressed up. Making the smaller fluffball yelp loudly as that knot was pressed into his undertail, stretching the walls of that pipe as the two hissed. Soon morphing into growls as their muzzles scrunched up in near anger. "Bunsen-!" He nearly roared at the dragon before hearing a loud plop!
 It was an action that nearly caused the furball to tense up, both in shock and surprise as a very, very dense bulge was felt. So tight, like a smooth rock that pressed against his insides until the living pillow showered that crimson plated chest with a thick orange syrup. The growls of pleasure from the beast morphing into deep purrs as those hind legs relaxed, yet the forepaws kept a firm hold on the bear's thighs.
 Pants left the white one as he barely spoke in wheezes. "Okay... So, it fit..." He half grumbled, getting the dragon to snort at him for the disbelief. "But that doesn't mean I can take-" Another press down got the bear to growl again before gasping for breaths, the knot slipping up further into his body and still able to clearly feel the cyan tip deep in there somewhere. "...Okay." He grumbled again. "So I can take the entire knot." Another devious smirk as the large one licked some of that orange off the bear's chin.
 Purrs of affection were felt as that large weapon throbbed in Bartan's rear. Letting him catch his breath before looking at the golden gaze and tossing that white muzzle a little. "You want to, don't you?" He grumbled, seeing the navy one nod. "And I don't have a choice, do I?" A head shake from the dragon that time, hearing the bear groan again before looking towards his lower back end. "Fiiiine..." The living pillow submitted, getting another few affectionate licks from the large one. "Just let me..."
 A few tugs were felt, getting a reaction out of the beast as his knot was being pulled. Releasing several jolts of pent up pre into the furball before feeling that knot slip out and Bartan rest on top of it for a few moments. Soon getting those navy paws to press his fluffy hindquarters down over the bulge again and force him to take it all in, ensuring there wasn't much of a struggle from the white one.
 Several hisses and a couple of curse words, sure. Some Bunsen swore wasn't even a proper language, but no resistance regardless. Such a good toy he found, attempting to dismount the knot again and triggering another barrage of pre from the dragon. Causing Bunsen to hold down the bear and release heavy sprays into that warm body, filling it up with his own white stuffing that caused the furball to blush deeply.
 Permission was given this time, as the bear slowly pulled that knot out of his rear. Soon causing all that milky seed to leak out over the dragon's lap and tail slit, something he would likely get the bear to clean up after. Still, the white one seemed to know what he was doing, as Bartan started to grind over that large blue tool once again. Sliding it in and out of his tailhole as he rode the dragon for several minutes, releasing ropes of orange soon after that the dragon made a little game of catching while midair.
 It was something that the two were already having fun with; the bear seeing how long he could stretch out the beast's complete release, and Bunsen letting the furball attempt to paint his muzzle using orange stripes. As well as that red tongue of his, sliding over that navy muzzle before sharing a deep kiss, exchanging the fruity flavor before pulling down on that fluffy tail. Forcing the small one to once again take that knot and fill his lower end with dragon cream, an action that brought a slightly rougher side to the bear.
 It was something the beast would like to see more of, as long as the furball knew who was boss. Letting the smaller one catch his breath again before pulling out that plug, he went in for another kiss. One that parted and tended to many other stripes along the sides of their muzzles. One that the red tongue was leading up to the dragon's ear, lapping at it and getting it to flick a few times before hearing a growl of warning from Bunsen. Playful? It was hard to tell. All innocent Bartan was doing was cleaning a stray spray...
 Until he went ahead and snatched said ear, instantly getting that beast to bite the furball's neck semi-hard and hear the white one sing loudly. Feeling another series of torrents release onto his chest plates while the dragon kept his hold, smirking at the daring pillow as he panted. "Worth it..." Such a smartass remark actually made the navy one chuckle.
 But enough was enough, releasing his fanged grip on the furred one and lapping the small red marks that started to appear, Bunsen started to thrust slowly into that rear. Letting the furball bounce up and down that blue rod for several minutes as the signs started to reappear: the thrashing tail. The heated breaths, the scrunched muzzle and the pointed back ears. The hardened grip around the furred waist that was trying to make him move faster over his tool as it built up heat. Squirting constantly and leaking it out everywhere below them as it shined in the glow of the campfire.
 Those hind claws raked against the stone, marking it with streaks and almost causing them to spark as the dragon's body started to curl forwards. Pressing his navy head into that wet furred chest as the bear embraced it tightly. Having a little bit of trouble donning that swelling knot, but soon getting it to slip inside one last time with a bit of a painful yelp from Bartan. The dense bulge only growing within his fluffed rear and pulling up on it to ensure the beast went past the point of no return.
 A deep growl morphed into a loud roar, shaking the droplets of water from the stalactites overhead as the furball braced himself. The blue weapon pulsing larger and larger within his body while his own released a constant fountain within Bunsen's maw, dripping those threatening white fangs with orange. His crimson lap gathering so much energy and sending it straight upwards through that thick tower. Transferring the white seed with a heavy pressure that caused the bear to tense up at first shot.
 He gripped those smooth horns tightly as his lower end was flooded, being constantly power-washed by a heavy flood of draconic spunk. Flowing deeper and deeper from that vibrating tool, feeling the furred belly start to press up against his navy snout as it slowly rounded and expanded to make up for such a barrage. Finally being able to see the bulge in his coat without feeling for it as the two panted loudly.
 Yet, still purred at the afterglow. Even if the bear did suddenly gain a 150lbs within three minutes, that living pillow just didn't seem to mind. Though those brown discs looked at the dragon with a hint of arrogance before rolling them at the prideful navy smirk. "Fine, I was able to take that too. Satisfied?" A solid and proud nod from the large dragon. "Can I get you out of my tail now?" Bartan snorted, getting up without a confirmation... Or at least attempting to. Once again being held down by those paws still on those white thighs, gazing at those twin suns and devious smile of Bunsen's...

"Silly bear, that was only the first round. Surely you can take more..."