Forevermore
By Bartan Tirix
Featuring Bunsen Dragon

    The day was nearly perfect. Quite windy and cloudy, but the sun brought down its warmth for the valley regardless. Making the bear's hike up to the large treehouse all the more pleasant, only needing to stop for 30 breaks as he approached the mechanism. An elevator of sorts that most of the smaller beings used to construct such a thing, being a little bit hesitant to use it. However, it did beat trying to climb the tree the old fashioned way.
    A pull on the leaver as Bartan stepped onto the platform, hearing the pulley system begin to function as a couple of large weights dropped nearby. Making the bear a little uneasy about heights and questioned why anyone would want to live in a damn tree. But after getting a view above the forest's horizon, it was quite breathtaking.
    As well as the fright when a gust began to blow and sway the elevator, replacing that awe with caution once again as the lift continued. The white furred one questioned how often such a device was used, nearly obvious that the dragon who owned such a location didn't operate it frequently. And that's excluding the fact that Bunsen only used this place on occasion.
    But the locals stated they seen the navy wyrm in the skys quite recently, likely staying here for a season while he visits around. And since the bear had a client in the nearby city, he decided to pay Bunsen a surprise visit for old times sake. Still recalling the first time he was carried up here, those strong arms holding the furball closely, that knot in his fluffy rear to help support Bartan's lower end.
    Sky sex was horrifying. Making his present coat puff out a little more than it already was while the platform slowly made it to the top and lock in place. The bear not feeling comfortable until he was on solid... Suspended wooden floor. Making him whine at the thought of it collapsing, but if it could hold a wyrm nearly twice his size, then it should be okay right?
    A gust of wind made the floorboards creak a little, which caused Bartan to nearly yelp and move on. Trotting along the platform as he overlooked the vista once again, finding it hard to believe that such a place even existed; a lush forest with a massive tree close to the center of it. Why Bunsen decided one day that he wanted to live in a tree was beyond this furball, but it had it's advantages. Peaceful, often private, yet it can be... Erotically exposing.
    Maybe that was just the bear's perspective, his mind drifting back between visits as he made his way quietly towards the bedroom. Spotting room after room, and recalling the multiple sessions within them. Some claw marks along the railing where Bunsen mounted his fluffy rear, making Bartan release his orange 'Rain' over the edge. An idea they had tried a few times, but after passing the railing that had repairs done, you can tell why they stopped... Because the only thing more horrifying than Sky Sex was Surprise Sky Sex.
    He lost three years of his life with that scare, and a few patches of fur from the sudden panicking grip. No wonder Bartan had a slight fear of heights and falls, but dragons continued to insist that they were capable of carrying the furball's weight. With or without twenty five loads stuffed in his belly.
    The thought of it made Bartan snort, though they have proven themselves true every time. Doesn't mean he had to like the idea. Maybe the bear should get back at Bunsen for that accident, playfully speaking. Pull a little prank on him, if he can figure something out. Not today though, as he came around the long corner towards the throne room... No, not that kind of 'throne'. The bedroom kind.
    Silently prowling to see if he can catch the dragon sleeping, perhaps muzzle him off and give Bunsen yet another blissful surprise. Peeking inside to see... That the beds were empty. All of them. The bear tilted his head, he swore that all the other rooms were empty too. Perhaps Bunsen was out searching for a meal or perhaps something else to mount?
    Pity, really. But it happens. At least the walk out here wasn't so bad. Turning about to leave, a deviled idea popped into the furball's head, making those four ears perk up. What if... Bartan pulled that prank on Bunsen while he was out? Just something silly, like put something in his bedding for when he returned.
    But what? Itching powder? Nah, too mean. Not to mention Bartan didn't have any on him. No pests or fleas, spoiled foods to give off a rotten smell- Wait... Dragon's snouts were super sensitive, yes? What if he got a dragoness in heat to just... Flop around in his bed then scamper out before he returned? Bunsen would be left hard and super needy for weeks!
    However, could Bartan randomly stumble across a female in heat out here? In the middle of nowhere? Or even get their scent? It didn't really seem likely. Letting him sit in the center of the room to ponder, looking around at a few of the shiny objects while he thought. Only for one to heavily reflect that long fluffy tail... And make the bear blush.
    He did have a special quirk that was quite well known by now, and Bartan could use it to turn himself into a female dragoness in heat... Perking his ears and really taking some time to listen to his surroundings... Picking up no heavy wingbeats of a wyrm anywhere, the bear was in the clear... Hmm...
    Screw it, now or never. Pulling that fluffy appendage with his paw and grumbling at the tug before speaking. "Female fluffy dragoness in heat." Letting go and already starting to feel the changes within his body: tingling his structure and causing his shape to lengthen. Giving him a bit longer tail and a much longer neck, growing thin horns while taking a much slender build underneath that heavy coat.
    Then there was that pouch underneath the fluffy tail; shrinking quite rapidly along with the sheath as it began to slip into the white one's body. The once baggy sack dividing into two folds as the sheath slipped within the soft looking slit; still quite puffy as Bartan's head began to feel a bit foggy.
    Funny how one simple change could make the furball feel so different, once again seeing the world as a female instead. Causing those ears to blush as she sat down and whimpered at the sensitivity of her sex. Rolling onto her hip to spread those white legs and lightly cup herself, releasing a heated breath at just how tender they were. Wishing at that moment that she had something to fill that dripping, gaping hole.
    A sharp headshake, telling herself to focus! Just a simple task was required, then she could... Maybe find a place in the forest to tend to that needy sex, but only after this was done. Already starting to catch her own scent was enough of a tell that she was ready to start. Almost staggering to the first sets of bedding; rather fancy and decorated with a nearby bookshelf. Catching a small glance at a few titles; Shaketramp, Everything You Want, Forevermore. Making her piece together exactly what this corner was for.
    "Well, let's make Bunsen's 'task' a little easier, shall we?" Bartan panted, laying down on the rather fancy cushion and rolling around over it. Bathing it in her heated scent before moving to the next; a much larger space with rather flattened pillows and used mattresses that have seen better days. Not only in terms of volume, but in durability as well; gazing at the many rakes within it. The thought of the navy wyrm clawing into this cushion while in a 'very good dream' was even getting her more heated. Possibly needily thrusting into a pillow or pawing himself off in his sleep-
    Another head shake of such horny thoughts, the white one was having a harder and harder time to concentrate. Once again rolling herself over the used bedding; casting her scent all over it before moving onto the last; The Mounting Corner. Featuring a box of quite... Alluring- Interesting! Interesting toys, as well as a large sturdy wall. Designed with many, many-many-many claw marks and stains. Both high and low, over some... Bedding that definitely seen some better nights. Very desirable, entertaining nights.
    The furball whimpered and took a deep breath. Just one more and then she can turn back, probably find someplace quiet and stroke one off. Almost quivering while she rested on top of the series of ruined blankets; torn to ribbons from the rakes of paws, likely both fores and hinds. Still barely connected to the ends of the blankets, but Bartan paid no mind and just rolled about. Getting her aroma on everything she could.
    Wiggling around in the blankets and almost soaking a few bits in her leaking juices, only to feel one of her claws get snagged by one of the blankets. Grumbling as she attempted to kick it off while also battling with the neediness of Heat, taking significantly longer than it should have any right to. Increasing her frustration as she shifted to get it untangled with her fore paws, rooting herself with her free hind.
    Only for that hind to slip and mak her fall directly onto that swollen sex, stunning her with a wave of harsh bliss. Needing a couple of breaths to calm down before getting up... Or 'Attempting' to get up, now detecting that the other hind was caught and tied! Keeping her hind legs spread apart as the fluffy dragoness released a heated moan. Causing her front claws to flex and become tangled into the mess of blankets as well!
    Struggling against the ties and snares while whimpering, that heat still making her mind fog heavily. Leaving her panting with her shoulders low and those haunches spreaded high. (Focus!) Bartan nearly growled at herself (Get free and escape before-!) And then she heard it; heavy wing beats before a landing. So occupied with the tangled blankets and rags that the wyrm returned to his home!
    Still trying to get free while being quiet, those four ears constantly flicking at every pawstep the navy and red one made. Almost reading such actions when they paused, then released a low but pleasurable growl. Making her whimper and almost feel those twin suns heat up that presented white rear when it appeared within their line of sight. Making the larger male move into a prowl when he spotted not only the present within his chambers, but also the light struggles of someone being bound.
    A very deep purr from Bunsen as he playfully approached his gift, watching intently at those wiggling haunches like a predator hunting his trapped prey. Those navy ears still picking up heavy pants and whimpers that his foggy brain didn't fully identify due to the heavy aroma. His protection already starting to thicken greatly as that snout finally reached that upward rear and pressing it into those swollen folds. Taking a very deep breath and letting out a fissure-deep purr, vibrating the very floorboards as it transferred into the white one's sex. Getting her to gasp loudly and whine in a near beg.
    It was hard to restrain himself from just nuzzling such a thing, wanting to drive that tongue so deep into the fluffy female. Nearly doing just that but sliding that muzzle up around her hips and tail, taking hold of those presented hinds while his tool pulsed out in thick pulses. Never going from zero to max in such a speed as he clawed into that rear needily. "Nice to see you again, Malik." Bunsen purred deeply, still trying to be a gentleman against his instincts. Feeling a bead of that pre run down the end of his snout and towards his jaws mid-speak. "I see you've accepted my invitation to lay my clutch-" Lapping that droplet, but immediately stopping in place when that tongue detected... Oranges?
    It was like a delayed record scratch in the male's head, those ears perking up at the occasional whimper of the dragoness; his paws still holding onto them. Taking a moment to gather another few drops of her juices and double check; yep. Oranges. Peering over those hindquarters and over her wings to find two pairs of lowered ears and a set of brown eyes looking at the male with embarrassment. "...Bartan?" A whine in confirmation while the navy wyrm just overlooked the companion's new form, now realizing that the furball was completely tangled into the roughed up blankets.
    "You've gotten yourself into quite the..." A deep inhale from Bunsen as he purred, sliding a paw up and down the base of that furred tail. "Predicament, bear." A whimper from the dragoness as she was trying to get him to tug that tail. "You see, I could just give this magical appendage of yours a pull and return you back to normal, but... Now you've gotten me craving some..." Another deep breath as that navy snout pressed into those folds again, exhaling a wall of heat that nearly matched her own. Taking his free paw and sliding a digit inbetween those gates. "And I know you want it too, don't you?"
    Those golden suns peered over the white hills, locking onto those brown discs as that paw kept sliding over her sex. Watching Bartan mentally squirm with such a decision, cracking the furball's will until she nodded in admission, making the larger wyrm smirk. However, shaking his head. "No, no, bear. You can't just give me a little nod..." A press into those folds made her release a begging whimper. "Let me hear you plead."
    "W-wha-?" Another rub against that sensitive area interrupted the white one. "Please...? Bunsen, please...!"
    "Please what, My dear?" The male purred, ignoring the large tail batting against his head in excitement.
    "Please... M-mount me-?" A soft press as those folds attempted to grab the dragon's digit, making her gasp and paint. "B-Bun...! Please... I-I need you-ahh-!" A gentle pull to the side, lightly opening the sensitive gate and letting the strong aroma out. One that nearly broke the male's composure, leaving him huffing quietly while she continued to beg in moans. "Please...! Bunsen, mount me please! Mate me until neither of us can stand up!" A slightly concealed growl from his red plated chest nearly escaped, letting that blue weapon of his twitch in anticipation of such a thought. "Fill every inch of me with your length and flood me with every drop of your seed-!"
    And the male couldn't take it anymore, driving that snout into the fluffy sex and giving it a few strong laps! Making Bartan sing loudly in the massive treehouse as he lapped up every orange droplet he could find within that soaked fluff. Soon pulling those folds apart gently and lapping at the red flesh within- only for that tongue to detect a new flavor... Candy Cherries? Actually stopping him in place for a few moments and getting Bunsen to once again make eye contact with the furball, who knew exactly why the male stopped. Blushing deeply before answering. "C-client last night... Wanted my, uh..."
    A chuckle from the navy scaled beast as he drove that tongue inside that sex to double check; and it was every inch of those walls. Lined with such a flavor that made the male purr deeply before withdrawing for a moment. "Oh... Bear. I am going to make you regret forgetting about this." Bunsen playfully growled, loving the whimper of innocence that left her. Making the white one cry out with every strong lap, nearly playing her like an instrument as that appendage went in deeper and deeper with each lick.
    Occasionally needing to pause for the uncommon clench of those strong lower lips and walls. Letting the larger male comply, but only for a moment before wiggling that strong muscle within her. Getting a heavy reply of a frustrated hiss with bliss and a heavy clawing into those sheets. Like struggling with a prey she caught until she was forced to let go and that tongue continued it's rougher thrusts.
    Those navy paws went back to gripping those white haunches, letting the long fluffy tail brush against his face and using it as a form of measure of sorts. The more it rapidly wagged and flicked, the better the experienced male was doing. Almost gnawing at her rear end in the process; combing through her fur with his fangs. Getting Bartan to flap her newly acquired wings in near frustration as bliss surged through her.
    That is until she couldn't hold back anymore, catching that appendage tightly and letting it struggle deep within her. Hitting all the right spots and making her spaz out for a few moments while those whines climbed higher and higher! Signs Bunsen knew well and opening those jaws widely for the incoming orange soaking she released over that tongue! Lapping at it once the muscle was freed and collecting every delicious bead for himself before going back in. Almost torturing the 'intruder' caught in one of his many lairs with pleasure!
    Harder and harder that tongue drove deep into Bartan's sex, putting his entire scaled muzzle into the motion. As if he were mating the female dragoness with his snout while she pressed into it; trying to get that appendage to venture in as far as possible. Unsure what else the male could do to make the constant barrage even """worse""" until he folded that tongue! Creating a makeshift bulge as he started to make the flexible muscle wider and wider with every slide! Still able to catch that flavor while racing her to another climax that the white one desperately attempted to hold back!
    The appendage suddenly went soft within her, letting the dragoness pant in relief as it began to slip back up. Stopping just inbetween the folds and once again overlapping itself, causing her to whimper at the most sensitive of areas! Creating that bulge again and stretching those gates wider and wider in pulses as that talented tongue shaped itself right inbetween! Seeing just how far he could get them to separate, until a desperate cry left that white muzzle! Only for that muscle to fold over a second time and nearly plug her vent as she clenched hard!
    The tight spasms could easily be felt as the furred one came for a second time, feeling all those fluids build up into that tunnel for a few moments before forcing that tongue out! Letting the male drink up the orange juices while kissing that sex roughly, so assertively that Bunsen was starting to lift that furred rear upwards! Tugging on the blankets that kept the female's hind claws tied down as she cried out in pleasure!
    Finally getting frustrated at the binds and cutting one of those paws loose, holding up that freed hind leg while Bunsen once again lapped at the vent. Gathering that wonderful cherry taste, giving it strong kisses before sending that tongue in deep once again. Making that furball continue to sing loudly as she was lifted up higher and higher, the muzzle pressing harder against her sex. Leaving Bartan to rest a lot of her body weight towards her front half.
    The dragoness' muscles remained tense and stiff as that tongue thrashed inside, still pressing her rear end more and more forwards with every motion. Soon causing her rooted hind leg to start to lift with some of the blankets! Making her yelp a little inbetween each gasping moan as the furred one tried to keep balance! Being forced into a 'handstand' while her head slipped closer and closer to the room's corner! Feeling the plated wood along the top of her head, the back of that fluffy made! Her shoulders and finally entire spine press flat against it upside down! Leaving those paws suspended in the air, along with that still wagging tail; acting like a white flag of surrender as the male kept lapping at her sensitive vent!
    Though, not without Bunsen getting a bit closer in the process. Lifting up both those hind legs and keeping them suspended in a full-nelson-like position where she couldn't escape. Letting that throbbing blue weapon of his twitch in anticipation, releasing heavy globs of pre that dripped down and landed on the white one's chin/snout. Getting her to lap at the webbing preseed with a near drunk tongue of her own while the navy one continued to 'invade' her gates. Trying quite hard to make her cum again and getting quite close according to her breaths and squirms. Those haunches stretching and toes flexing those claws in the air. Tail batting against his scaled head as her lower half was pressed harder and harder against the wall-!
    Until a heavy squirt of orange blasted into his maw, taking only half a moment to clean up every last drop before going back in! Not giving the female any chance of calming down and racing the fluffy one into another soaking! Still not quite the orgasm Bunsen knew very well, so he kept at it! Knotting her with his maw's appendage! Spreading those swollen folds apart with his paws over her hamstrings! Increasing the girth of that flexible muscle to spread her entire tunnel wider and wider-!
    Until the dragoness roared in bliss! Releasing several soaking torrents into the male's muzzle, each accompanied by a desperate moan from the white one! Keeping her braced and still as her body spasmed in jerky movement as she fed the thirsty wyrm; feeling him not miss a single drop and continue to lap at that quivering vent until it was nearly dry. Holding the furred one up for a few moments afterwards before setting her down gently, freeing that other hind leg as Bartan continued to huff loudly.
    Only to suddenly get up and attempt to scamper away! Barely turning towards the other wall of the corner before the male pounced over her and growled playfully, biting down on her neckfluff. Causing the dragoness to whimper, but not without a large grin on her muzzle. Pressing a strong heavy scaled paw on her shoulders to pin her down and lick her ears. "You know just how to press my buttons, bear." Bunsen purred, getting a blissful whine from the living pillow as those white haunches pressed up against that twitching tool; so damn close to that vent that it could fire jolts at it! "Are you ready for the mounting of your life?"
    The furred one attempted to answer, but all that came out was whimpers and moans. Begging ones that caused the navy beast to flex his claws into that fluff, the slightest little struggle made him snatch her muzzle. Giving her a deep kiss where that cherry flavor once again came up, making him groan in pleasure as he pressed that tongue in harder. Lapping over hers and any form of red within that maw while that blue tip rubbed up against those swollen folds; still gapping from that tongue's work from before and leaking out her own pre.
    Again and again, that smooth weapon slid its base up and down, tormenting that pleading sex as the female it belonged to whimpered in response. Lasting as long as he could before the navy wyrm buckled his hips, pressing that tip towards that furred rear but feeling it slip upwards. Prodding the tailhole it's more used to on these fluffy haunches and causing Bartan to release a muffled moan within that occupied maw.
    A reset in position and that weapon tip slid directly inbetween the gate, almost separating them from sheer presence alone. Giving a few small presses and watching for those forward white paws to flex heavily in response, actually cutting into the blankets with their dulled daggers. Exhaling near waves of heat and making those whines climb higher and higher with every push of that flare. Feeling the white one attempt to step backwards to surrender but the larger male kept her snared underneath a single paw.
    Bartan cursed within her whimpering maw, every little prod causing that gate to twitch and clench at the draconic tip just out of reach. Feeling the slightly cooled pre get mixed up with hers; feeling like a relieving cube of ice against her heated folds as it tied the two together with a thick webbing. One that oozed downwards against her soaked fluff, passing the snowy forest treetops colored with orange and venturing downwards onto the roughed up blankets below.
    The larger wyrm broke the kiss, letting the white one huff loudly to catch her breath. Taking several before nearly begging the male. "Bunsen-!" A whimpering moan as he pressed in harder, causing her to feel that flare against her swollen folds and begin dividing her slit slowly. Watching that white, polar bear-like muzzle (higher bridge on the snout) twist and scrunch up with need with every prod, every inch of it painted with blush.
    A harder press that didn't retreat, increasing her breath speeds as the navy snout nuzzled against her neck, still pinning her down. Controlling the dragoness' vocals like a plaything with every little movement over her body, from the soft licks over her nose to the downward presses against her hips. Making the female beg with every noise she made as that blue spire nudged a little harder... A little harder... Separating those folds just a little more around the flare...!
    Until it finally slipped inside! Causing Bartan to gasp loudly and catch the head of the male's tool tightly. Feeling the cooling (at least to her) squirts already begin to enter her sex and whine loudly with every twitch. Able to feel the navy wyrm's heartbeat through such a thing, nearly matching her own.
    Before she could get too comfortable, that beast of a weapon slipped in deeper and deeper. Increasing in girth and causing those folds to stretch wider and wider to swallow such a thing. Forcing the very breath from that fluffy chest with every movement, causing Bartan's tongue to loll out while the male playfully (and poorly) groomed her mane while waiting.
    As those heavy breaths began to slow down a little, Bunsen buried a little more of his equipment within her vent. Going so far as to slip in the first pair of bumps along the tool's underside, causing those lower folds to quiver and squeeze the blue rod tightly. Enough to get a low growl from the larger dragon, 'punishing' the female with pleasure by slipping inside more and more of his length. Causing that tunnel to morph around its form as it ventured deeper.
    The male's paws shifted, resting on both her shoulders and keeping her in place as that rear attempted to struggle. Pressing into that sex in a small rotation, that of a locomotive; adding in double the length of that retreated. Slowly making that gate take in more and more girth as the fluffy one sang loudly. Set after set of bumps sliding within those folds in pairs as her notes climbed higher and higher, indicating yet another climax incoming.
    Bunsen noting just how close she was to such a thing, he forced the rest of his length into the dragoness. Up until the knot, where the lower lips were stretched widely regardless! Feeling the furred one grasp every inch of that weapon shafted within her, continuing to try to squeeze that bulge inside gently as the white one's body raced over the edge. Growling in a purr over her ear while nipping at the back of them. "Cum for me, bear. Cum like a good little-!" A stronger squeeze he was not expecting interrupted him as Bartan cried out and soaked that tool. Most of it getting trapped inside her tunnel while a small amount was able to escape and drip down onto the blankets.
    A few moments later, that grip had to release, causing the built-up fluids within Bunsen's tool to finally shoot out into the dragoness' chamber. Making her logic-based mind whine at how far it's gotten as it was soon pulled under in the sea of bliss as the shaft was pulled out. Then patiently slipped back inside, getting her to gasp loudly, whimpering as the navy beast once again filled that hole.
    But the wyrm's instincts only had so much patience, causing him to speed up faster and faster between each motions as he finally stepped off Bartan's shoulders. Still hammering into that sex while his body flexed and stiffened against the immense waves of pleasure surging through her fluffy form. Causing her back to raise upwards against his crimson plated underside and press the back of her neck against his front, allowing Bunsen to nuzzle her soft front coat as the female continued to serenade.
    For what felt like hours the male mounted her, bucking those hips into hers hard. Only stopping when she hit another orgasm, which was quite normal for the bear to begin with. Stroking her shakey form when that sex clenched on that tool tightly, waiting quite patiently for the white one to let go before working on the next one. Hammering into her vent over and over until they lost count.
    Though such practice did not go in vain for either of them, the large male knowing quite well just how difficult it was going to be to drive that knot inside this tight one. Getting dangerously close to releasing his own load a few times already, but thankfully getting a few lucky squeeze spasms that allowed Bunsen to get some downtime.
    But he wanted to knot Bartan so badly, especially like this. Getting more and more assertive with his thrusts, and actually forcing her to start taking steps forwards occasionally. Matching them with his own until the female had no choice but to start climbing the damaged wall. Clawing into it as the navy one slid that blue rocket into her sex again and again, quickly running out of options to get away from such a result!
    Attempting to move to the side caused the larger male to growl loudly and bite into the back of her neckfluff, making the white one whimper loudly and nearly submit. Trying to perhaps stand on something to keep that bulge from tying her, only to get a strong paw over her hip! Pinning her in place while those navy haunches locked into place...
    "B-Bun...!" The furred female whined loudly, trying to get his rational side to listen while still biting down on her neck. "Bunsen-! Ahh...!" Another plea that went unheard as that single paw on her hip started to press down; those lower folds resting on that thick bulge. Stretching wider and wider in order to take in such a girth! Making Bartan cry out while raking her dull black claws along the wall, carving lines while that flare ventured deeper and deeper within her!
    A very tight grip over the entire tool caused a stalemate, but she knew she couldn't hold it for too much longer. Feeling the dragon lightly grind underneath that stuffed sex while that single paw drummed on her hip, just waiting the female's steady hold out. Whimpering with every breath as she struggled to keep that tool tightly in her grip, until she could no longer keep it up.
    Barely getting enough time to gain a recovering gasp, that paw gave a firm press down. Ignoring her whines of denial as that vent stretched wider and wider! Slipping in every little inch at a time as the female twisted in reflex! Attempting another small stalemate, but couldn't hold it! Feeling that large bulge slip inside with a loud plop!
    It stunned both of them, causing the larger wyrm to press her up against the wall and breathe in huffs. Feeling that shaft twitch and release a few torrents of preseed directly into her womb, leaving Bartan to pant drunkenly as the knot nearly overstimulated her. Jerking and spazzing in reflex as the male attempted to squeeze that knot out. Making her whimper that much more.
    But it was no use, that knot was tightly in there. However, Bunsen did love the tight fit, and the slight pull he got from attempting to squeeze it out of that gate. Though... Could he possibly get one more climax out of her before he did? A little hard in such a position, but that fluffy tail beating on his side gave the navy one an idea.
    The dragoness barely whimpered when that flailing appendage was apprehended, the scaled paw observing it within her field of vision as she heaved again and again. "You know... I don't play with this as often as I should." A whimper in question from the white one, looking more and more worried at his devious smirk. "You've been a good bear, but also a bad one." A soft pull on the tail caused her to whimper, feeling the magic tied to it activate. "Shrink by 5%- no... 10%."
    A sharp whine as the fluffy one lightly began to struggle free from the wyrm's light hold, already starting to feel herself slowly get smaller. Not by too much, specifically, but it was intensely felt in her sex! As if that entire tool was growing inside of Bartan! That knot swelling larger and larger, sealing itself within the dragoness with no means of escape! The massive tightness causing her to climax once again...! And him too...!
    Bunsen released a very low growl that started to climb into a roar underneath the smaller one's cries of pleasure! Her vent so stuffed and sealed that her own juices had nowhere to go but towards her chambers! The entrance nearly being blocked off by that very tooltip as it started releasing rope after rope of pre! Then torrents that quickly filled up the entire thing! Pumping more and more into her regardless and forcing that lower belly to swell outwards within the fluff!
    It wasn't easily spotted at first, but within a few moments it could be seen rounding out underneath the white forest. A tight sphere that began to sag downwards as the male continued to fill the dragoness, stuffing her fuller and fuller with his seed as it began pressing against the wall! Stretching that belly outwards and backwards between her hind legs until Bunsen was spent.
    ...Or was he? Pulling Bartan away from the wall and over the blankets again, nuzzling her soft neck as the fluffball whimpered at such a stuffed feeling. Lapping at her snout for a few moments before looking into those brown eyes; almost ready to pass out. "Dear bear, you're not ready to quit now, are you?" A whine in question from the white one...

"I hope you haven't made any plans for the next week. This is only round one, after all~"