The Sneaky Dragon
Chapter 1 : Let the Fun Begin
	Curiosity is usually for felines. That is, they are the more investigative species. Rampant in their unbridled desire for knowledge. If there is a mystery to be explored, a feline will usually be the one exploring it. Dragons, however....well, they can have their own curious sides to rival any feline. In this particular instance, the curious side of one athletic young dragon was going to land him in quite the predicament.
	Apache was a fresh young male dragon, vibrant and full of life.  As one of the apex predator species, dragons were built to ensnare prey with their incredible looks. Color, scent, proportions, the works. And Apache was definitely built in this same way. Bright red, the dragon's thick fur would shine in anything brighter than a reading lamp, casting soft sparkles on any surface in his vicinity. Clashing with the vibrant red was a gorgeous deep ebony, striped and primal markings placed in a design which naturally drew eyes to certain areas of his body. Certain areas such as his well defined chest, or his bulky shoulders, or his muscular stomach. 
	Aside from the chiseled athletic build of his body, his face was quite handsome as well. Tufts of fur around his eyes gave them the slight appearance of being sunken into his head. His slender muzzle extended a fair bit from his face, his nostrils ridged like his browbone. The eyes themselves shone a very vivid purple, majestic in tone and piercing to any who held his gaze. His muzzle was nearly always pulled into a half-smirk, dubious and confident at the same time. Ringed around the lower half of his face was a mane of tufted fur, a beard of sorts. Added to the majesty of his face while giving him a rugged handsomeness.
	This particular evening, the handsomeness the muscular dragon possessed would not particularly be needed. He had been brewing up some mischevious plans for some time now. Apache lived in the countryside, just outside of town. The area he lived was very sparsely populated, one neighbor being a few miles from the next. In his particular case, the dragon lived just a few miles down from a particularly interesting ranch. This ranch was dedicated to the raising and breeding of horses. He'd often walked past the farm and caught himself staring at the muscular animals, devious thoughts running through his mind. A few times he'd even pleasured himself at night to the idea of sneaking into the farm and having his way with the animals. So he'd begun to formulate plans...
	After watching the farm for so long, he'd noticed patterns of activity in the farmers' schedule, noting that some nights there wouldn't be anybody present on the farm at all. He'd marked a certain day each month when this happened on his calendar, and had eagerly counted down the days until it happened again this particular month. Now that the night had arrived, the dragon found his thick wings twitching in anticipation. This was the night when finally his most depraved fantasies would come to life.
	He'd done his research on feral stallions and prepared a duffel  bag of necessities. A large bottle of scented mare juices for lube, a few towels, and a camera. he'd definitely want to relive this later. Carrying his duffel with him, he almost fumbled and dropped his keys upon exiting and locking the door. It was late at night, just past midnight. Nobody would be at the farm until midday! He grunted and adjusted his clothes. Knowing they wouldn't stay on for long, he'd opted for a loose-fitting tank and some old basketball shorts, commando style underneath. He slung the bag over his shoulder and stuffed his keys in a pouch of the bag, hurriedly sneaking down the road, anxious. 
	As the quiet night sounds filled his ears, his wings twitched more with the anticipation, his eyes glinting with desire in the night. He could barely contain his trembling! He'd had fears of being injured by the animals, but he figured they were trained well enough to avoid hurting other people. Apache sighed and kicked the dirt as he continued down the street, humming softly as his house faded behind him, and the darkened country lane stretched out before him. Only a mile and a half to go before he reached the farm...
	Tightening his grip on the duffel, he smelled the farm before he actually saw it. The potent, telltale scent of semen, horse manure, and acrid urine filled the air. He could smell the breeding in the air and it excited him. As the gate to the farm came into view, he bit down on his lip, contemplating turning back. This was going to be pretty risky, and he might get caught...or worse. But his resolve grew ever stronger as a slight stirring in his shorts told him he had to go through with it now. The stirrings of an erection, slow but steady, his thick ribbed member starting to poke out of his sheath, tickling itself on the edges of his shorts. Fuck...this was it!
	The dragon hopped over the fence quickly, looking around to make sure nobody was in sight. He could feel sweat dripping down his back, pattering the dirt trail below. He instinctively tightened his hold on the duffel strap as he made his way towards the barn. Oh, how he'd be sad if his exploits tonight ended with a locked door. Coming up to the side door, he looked around once more, biting his lip as he reached for the handle. This was it, the point of no return. Once he opened that door he'd officially be breaking and entering. His sweaty claws trembled as he gripped the handle and pulled. With a slow creak and a beam of light, the door opened, casting the light from inside on his muscled form. 
	He took a deep breath as he slipped inside, letting the door close behind him, closing his eyes and just breathing for a few moments. He could hear the stirring of the animals, some of them sleepless. The smells were the most exciting. His sensitive nose picked out the distinct smell of fresh horse manure, sweaty musky horse sheaths, and that crisp smell of fresh piss, staunch and overwhelming. He breathed out slowly, opening his eyes with a huge grin on his face. This was going to be one hell of a night. He stepped forward in the barn, his feet making soft crunching noises as he stepped over the hay strewn about the barn floor. Being constructed like most barns, there was just a large central area flanked by two huge doors, and on either side of the main area were stalls where the horses were kept. Soft whinnies and impatient hoofbeats sounded around the room as the animals woke and began noticing an intruder.
	Apache didn't dare look at the horses just yet...he'd either chicken out or get too horny to do anything! Neither of which was a desired outcome here. Instead he set down his duffel, unzipping it and pulling out the tripod along with his camera. He set it up to point at the far end of the central barn area, beginning to sweat again. He was really doing this! His thick tail patted the floor with loud "thumping" noises, almost as if he were wagging it. How cute. Finishing his setup with the camcorder, he stepped in front of it, facing away and shivering slightly. Now came the fun part....
	The dragon began to strip, very slowly for the camera. Crossing his arms and gripping the bottom of his tank, pulling it up nice and slow. His muscles flexed and twitched as he took the tank off, writhing like something living beneath his fur. He really was built well! As the tank came off, it went aside onto the ground, the dragon playfully flexing his muscles for the camera. Next he stuck a claw under the waistband of his shorts, on either side. Slowly he'd bend over, putting emphasis on his ass as he dropped the shorts. His thick and heavy balls hung low, visible between his legs as his winking tailstar flexed for the camera with his anticipation. His fur here was a bit matted, but mostly clean. Damp with sweat, mostly from his anticipation. His asshole was tight, but very hungry given the amount of movement coming from it. His bubbly cheeks came together to hide his hole as he stood once more, reaching a hand back to slap his ass, firm, making it jiggle on camera.
	Now that he was fully naked, the chill in the air was starting to get to him. No time like the present to start examining his choice in 'mates'. He started at the end of the barn closest to his camera, his fur starting to stand on end around his neck. Peeking into the first stall, he noticed a fresh pile of manure and a puddle of urine not far from it. That was a sign that he'd have to look for another. And so he peeked into stall after stall, not really noticing the animals until he found a stall with no mess on the floor. This was the one! He knew instinctively that the occupant of this stall was going to be his partner for the evening.
	His eyes landed on the gorgeous male stallion, and he felt a blush creep into his cheeks. This was a gorgeous animal, very well groomed. He was larger than some of the males here, also. Very muscular and proud. His mane was free of tangles and knots, as was his braided tail. What a prize. The rippling muscles beneath the horse's hide was enough to send shivers up and down the dragon's spine. And then he caught sight of what was hanging between the stallion's hind legs. Those balls were enormous! Low-hanging delicate orbs, ready to pump the next mare it could full of potent spunk. They were the size of grapefruits at least, easily bigger than his paws. Above those incredible balls was a thick and wrinkled sheath. This stallion showed age and expertise in the breeding department to be kept so well groomed and cared for. Apache sighed and reached down to grope his thick shaft, erection standing out with nothing to hold it back. As he teased himself, his body trembled a bit harder still.
	The dragon quietly unlatched the stallion's gate-lock, being sure to be careful and gentle. After all, he didn't want to startle the beast and get trampled. That'd be an unsavory end to his otherwise exciting plans. He noted the stallion's uneasy pacing and gathered by the lack of mess in the stall that it had been some time since this poor guy relieved himself last. Apache certainly had plans for that! He grinned as he swung open the stall gate and stepped back, idly rubbing himself, squeezing his balls gently to tease himself further as he eyed the glorious stallion. 
	Seeming to know something was up, the stallion pranced his way out of the stall slowly, head held high as he entered the main area of the barn, just a few feet away from where Apache had set up his camcorder. And then, the dragon was frozen a bit. Here he was with his wildest dreams before him, yet he didn't know where to begin! The stallion gave a loud whinny, shuffling his hooves in the hay on the floor, tossing his mane. The stallion was wanting of something, for sure. If only the dragon could understand what it wanted...

Chapter 2 : His Wildest Fantasies
	Shivering, naked in the barn with the stallion he'd chosen, he wondered what it could possibly want. Apache tilted his furred head to the side slightly, trying to ascertain what was making the stallion so ancy. He didn't have to wait too long, however...moments later he noticed the stallion tossing its head back, almost as if it were expressing relief for something. And then he noticed a small portion of the stallion's hidden shaft drop from the wrinkled sheath, and the golden stream started flowing. That was it...the stallion needed relief!
	The dragon was nervous, for sure, but he wasn't going to waste a second of that stream. It was as if some otherworldly force had come over him. Before he could even think about the situation he was sprawled on his back in the hay beneath the stallion, his face just underneath where that stream was angled. His senses burst with the heady scent of horse piss, musky and wild, a sharp burning smell that took him over. And due to his position, he got a good mouthful too! It was hot, so hot it should be steaming. It had a sharper taste than his own urine, more acidic than anything else. So much was being produced that he felt the hot, musky stream trickle down his face and chest, dribbling out of his mouth. It was all happening so fast that he struggled to swallow, but finally he did. Mouthful after mouthful streamed down his throat, his eyes closing as the urine splashed everywhere, marking him as this stallion's submissive...the thought sent a shiver up his spine, the tremble causing a hot splash of piss to wash down his chest from his sudden movement, missing his mouth entirely.
	As the stallion finished up with its relief, Apache sighed, gurgling a bit as the last of the urine washed down his throat. Holy fuck! He was afraid of how things would go but he was loving it already! Before the stallion could relieve any other bodily functions, the dragon thought he ought to give him something else entirely. And so he leaned his head up, reaching a paw up carefully at the same time. The horse nervously whinnied and struck its hooves in the hay, startling the dragon a bit but not deterring him from his plans. 
	His paws found those heavy orbs in a matter of seconds. His own body trembled, his tail lashing gently to and fro beneath him as he got so intimate with the creature of his fantasies, so fast. The horse didn't seem to mind the attention...perhaps it was used to these sorts of inspections on a regular basis. Either way, the stallion did little but paw at the ground and snort. Apache's paws trembled slightly as they cupped underneath the pendulous orbs. He could feel the raw power of the beast in his paws. The heated orbs were fleshy, sagging an extra bit. The fleshy sac was mildly damp. After all, the stallion had gone without a bath since the day before. Apache found his paws squeezing softly around the orbs, jaw hanging open at the sheer size of the things. And so he started to rub them, barely able to fit each testicle in one of his paws.
	He massaged the delicate flesh in gentle circles, working his fingers into the heavy sac. He could feel the stallion's pulse through the orbs, tha-thump, tha-thump. He brought his face up for a moment, getting a sharp waft of equine musk. That raw, natural musk that surrounded these masculine beasts. And as he pulled his nose back from that heavy sac, he stopped, sniffing furiously. He'd caught a whiff of manure, and not from the stables or outside. It was coming directly off of this horse right here! It was a heady, earthy scent. Very dirt-like in how muted it was. There was of course a very sharp methane odor to it, like rotting eggs. No meaty smells, of course. The usual horse excrement smells. He inhaled deep for a moment, his erection reaching full mast in a matter of seconds from this new smell. This was what he'd come here for. This was the moment of truth. 
	Apache stood and made his way to the backside of the stallion, eyes glazed over with lust. He could've gotten himself kicked with normal horses, but this one...this one seemed to have experience with all sorts of invasions. It wasn't long before the dragon had his nose slowly creeping underneath that pretty braided tail. Oh my....yeah, the smell was definitely coming from this stallion. He'd been letting out silent toots the entire time the dragon had been underneath his belly! Apache chuckled and leaned in, his eyes locking onto that fat, muscled pucker.
	Now, see horses were exceptional in many ways anatomically speaking. First, they had massive strangely-shaped penises with spongy thick flares at the heads. The real treat with equines, however was the anus. Most equine 'puckers' are puffy, and the way they're formed, they are not completely internal. In that one could wrap lips around a horse's anus and literally suckle at the entire organ as that's the way they are designed. This concept has always appealed to Apache, and today he was going to get a little taste of what horses were like...or perhaps more than a 'little' taste!
	This particular stallion's hole was quivering slightly, a bead of sweat running down the dirty flesh. And yes, it was definitely dirty! Streaks of mottled green and brown littered the fleshy pucker. The stallion's coat was of a lighter color, and so his underbelly was pinkish in hue. This meant that every stain and streak on the stallion's anus was vividly exposed. Apache leaned in and rested his nose very gently at the epicenter of that puffy anus. The soft flesh was moist, damp with fecal residue and anal sweat, which rubbed right along Apache's nose quite easily, flooding him with the scent of manure and potent, bitter sweat. One of those wet streaks of manure ground off against his fur, staining it a sick shade of greenish brown. He grinned and nuzzled his nose against the pucker, feeling it tremble and pucker back at him, as if it were trying to kiss him.
	He wasn't sure how this was going to go, but he pulled his nose up and replaced it with the tip of his muzzle, letting his lips press to the fat pucker softly, his tongue snaking out slowly and slathering the wrinkled flesh with saliva. The horse seemed to be enjoying the rimjob so far, his massive pole was swinging free underneath him, free for the camera to see. Apache could feel the humid stale air between the stallion's cheeks surrounding his head as he continued eating out the sloppy hole. Yet he craved more. Each breath he drew in was tainted with the smell of horse dung, each slurp of his dexterous tongue up the wrinkled entrance assaulted his tastebuds with that thick, cloying flavor, earthy and clay-like. He was in heaven. Cleaning this horse's anus like he was born to do it....
	Now that's where things got interesting for Apache. As it would so happen, this particular horse's anus wasn't the tightest on the block, and often was loose and sloppy on more than one occasion. This would be because the other males took advantage of the alpha male's ass when they could, and he'd been fucked my many a stallion. Given his size, his asshole just below eye-level for Apache, he was a huge, powerfully built stallion, and his anus was equally large in proportion. Now as Apache pressed against the hole, he felt something incredible happen...something he'd only dreamed of. 
	With a lewd (and loud) 'sluuuuuuuurp' sound, the horse's anus parted and was soon wrapped around half of his muzzle. With his pressure and the horse pressing slightly back, the dragon's muzzle had actually penetrated that hole! And as it did, oh boy did his senses get overwhelmed. He almost immediately felt something soft, gooey and definitely hot squish against his face. His nose and tastebuds told him what it was. This stallion had to go! Lumps of the fresh manure squished against his face, one finding its way into his mouth, making the dragon's knees tremble. He began to do what felt natural...he'd pull his muzzle back nice and slow, eyes watching the quivering horse's asshole flex wide and narrow as his muzzle moved around it. Then, he'd push forward, relishing the hot sweaty flesh clinging so tightly to his muzzle, and the mess inside. It was too much. Soon enough he found himself pressing forward again, his muzzle fully lodged inside, but he craved more...
	The horse was seemingly happy to oblige this particular fellow's cravings. It neighed loudly and threw its head back a bit, at the same time pressing back with its main body. This sudden powerful movement coupled with Apache's incessant forward momentum caused another incredible event to happen. The bulging and pulsating horse anus let out a sputter of greenish brown shit, splattering out around the dragon. A loud fart-like sound, only wetter, slicker, echoed out as he felt his entire head disappear into that anus. He could no longer see the bulging, pulsating and writhing pink flesh of the distended horse asshole, but now it was all he could feel....and smell. His world was dark now as the intense heat of the horse's fresh manure waiting to be passed, along with his natural body temperature inside made the dragon start to sweat just a bit. He didn't even know what to do now, feeling those anal walls squeezing his head, the loosely slurping pucker around his throat like a collar. However, his lust addled mind could give only one answer to that...go forward!
	His feet planted on the ground, he still had his arms out for the moment. And using his arms to hold the horse's hindquarters steady, he'd push with his neck and head, thrusting up, trying to literally crawl into the horse's anus. His shoulders would be the largest obstacle, being wider than anything else on his body. He could sense the horse's unease at the idea of the shoulders going in, but the dragon wasn't stopping now! He'd press, and the anus would squelch, and he'd press some more, resulting in louder squelching. Every move he made was wet and sloppy due to the sheer amount of manure he'd just stuck his head into. And finally with an almighty heave, he felt his shoulders breach, and the horse let out a sharp cry of pain, followed by an elongated whinny of what could only be pleasure. The dragon felt it, the telltale convulsion of anal muscles that signaled an orgasm was happening. Each tight grip on his body dragged him another inch in. 
	Before he knew it, he was swimming in a very smelly, very hot and very tight anal cavity full of undumped waste. The sloppy pucker was beginning to regain its tightness as it slowly slurped down its body. He didn't even have to push inward anymore...the delightful part was that the horse's anal muscles were so powerful he could be pulled in by the horse itself. And that's exactly what was happening. So instead of pushing, he'd focused one paw on rubbing vigorously around the tight, pulsating anal walls, the other had reached down to smear and play with the horse manure, making sure he worked it into his fur everywhere he could. He couldnt' see to know what was going on, so he just reached around blindly, flailing and struggling until he finally felt his feet push inside...
	The horse was powerful, sure, but not even a creature like this could withhold the massive load it had just swallowed up its ass. The dragon had but a few minutes to relax inside the dirty, sloppy horse ass before everything began squeezing. Tight..too tight...the anal walls were pushing now, convulsing around his body. And sure enough, just as his feet slipped in, they slipped out, the cool air making him gasp. Though his head was still buried deep inside the ass, and the gasp turned into a choking mouthful of horse manure, swallowed down eagerly. As the dragon's beautiful red-furred body slipped out of the slimy, sloppy horse ass slowly, it was revealed that no longer was he beautifully red-furred. His fur was coated in such a thick layer of dung that the red was just an undertone for his greenish brown coloring now.
	His erect shaft and balls signaled that most of him was out. Just one last push and he'd be all the way out! His body was visibly steaming in the cool air, coated in the hot and humid horse manure and anal slime. Apache felt the final push and groaned hard as he collapsed onto the ground underneath the horse, panting hard as he came, balls tightening up, his hot spunk quickly getting lost in the manure. And that wasn't the end of the manure...the horse's tail remained flagged, and Apache grinned, knowing there was one hell of a load in there. And he settled himself down on the floor, just leaning back and enjoying what was going to happen.
	He'd started this day as ordinary as any other...he'd have never believed you if you'd told him he'd be stuffed literally inside a horse's ass and shit out after having swallowed its piss and sniffed its balls. He'd have looked at you like you were insane! Sure, he had planned to sneak over to the farm, but he definitely hadn't been expecting this turn of events. As the humid, wet shit splattered down to bury him in a soft pile, he closed his eyes and sighed, wanting to get the most out of his experience before he'd have to clean up and go home...Ah, the stables were an incredible place when you had a freaky mind like Apache.... ;) To be continued...?