Dracopard Stories
For @Achaius
Monday, March 30, 2020
Wednesday, November 11, 2020


Story 1: A Dracopard’s New Look

It started just another day at the Chopping Block, the best bar in town for drinks and crazy shenanigans, as Jarret walked inside.The handsome vulpine was dressed only in a pair of tight fitting jeans that did little to hide the bounty hunter’s thick package. A gleaming red jewel hung against his cream colored chest fur as he took a seat in his favorite booth. 
The bar was having a quiet day, till the door opened and the head of a large dracopard taur peeked inside. Jarret watched as the dragon hybrid looked around with a timid gaze before slipping through the doorway. His large tail was tucked between his hind legs as he gingerly walked on his four paws.
“Oh, hey Ach,” Jarret called as the grey-furred dragon passed by the booth. The bounty hunter chuckled as the dracopard jumped up in surprise.
“Hi, Jarret. I didn’t see you there,” the big taur responded, while turning his hind-quarters away from the fox’s curious eyes. 
The vulpine smiled and leaned forward, “What is up? Ach? You are acting funny. Did Spade steal your bits again?” Jarret placed his paws on the table and grinned as Ach shook their head shyly.
The large taur shifted on his paws as he leaned in. “Promise not to laugh?” Jarret nodded even more curious now as the taur turned around lifting his tail. The fox was in shock, he had no idea what to say as the view of his friend’s ball sack was not what he expected. Instead of the normal furry pouch, instead the dracopard was sporting a clear see through sack. Floating in plain view were two large dracopard testicles.
“Whoa that's cool!” The fox starred as the testicles freely floated in a sparkly fluid with silver sequins, like a naughty snowglobe. “May I touch them?” Jarret asked, flexing his fingers in anticipation. “Sure, just no stealing them I just got them and wanna keep them like this for awhile,” the dracopard replied with a shy tremble in his voice. Jarret chuckled as he reached out to brush a paw over the strange scrotum. The clear flesh was incredibly smooth as Jarret ran a finger from the dracopard’s taint and down the centerline of the pouch, making the taur shiver and moan.
The fox admired the large orbs as they bounced and floated unattached in their home as he cupped them in his paws. Even with the reduced sensitivity of his synthetic paws Jarret could feel that the dracopard’s genitals were much cooler than normal. With a sly wink he gave the pair of strange orbs a firm squeeze. “Fuck,” Ach moaned as his hind legs wobbled from pleasure. His sheath started to plump, the tip of a long dolphin member peeking out. “Oh, you liked that?” Jarret teased his blushy friend, giving the cool pouch another squeeze.
Ach covered his face with his paws as he continued to moan softly as his foxxy cyborg friend treated his latest mod like a stress toy. His member continued to grow, till nearly a foot hung out and dripping pre. “What do we have here?” Jarret slid his paw up the shaft, its texture matched that of the ballsack, pleasantly smooth and cold to the touch. Ach’s moans only encouraged the naughty fox to tease those wonderfully strange bits even more, causing the dropard’s balls to swirl around in the glitter fluid. It only took moments for Ach to shudder and gasp as his cock twitched, spurting a puddle of sticky glitter cum on the floor and Jarret’s paws.
“Haha, that's too funny,” Jarret giggled even as the sparkling dracopard cum clung to his synthetic paw fur. The fox poked the sticky fluid as the dracopard nearly died of embarrassment. “Sorry Jarret, I didn’t know it would be in my cum to,” Ach admitted. “I hope Riley won’t be too mad.”
“Nah we can go shower and clean up before shi sees,” Jarret chuckled, playfully slapping the dracopard’s balls. He headed towards the back with a leaky dracopard following close behind, leaving a messy trail of cum and glitter behind him.




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Story 2: Head Cleaners
"Morning master," a grey furred head with a green scaly ridge on the muzzle, and two long green horns yawned as he was picked up. He looked into his master's face and smiled. The huge bellator was as sexy as ever. From his grey wolf like features to the red line of fluffy red fur that went from chest to groin.
"Good morning my kitten," he cooed as he nuzzled the head. The big bellator wuff hugged the head as he stood up. He carried his precious cargo over to the bathroom. "Wait here," he instructed as he set the head on the counter as he stepped inside for his morning routine.
"Ok master," The head cheerfully replied as the wuff neglected to close the door so the head got a lovely show of his owner showering.
"Did you want to go to the park Ach?" the wuff asked as he wrapped a thick towel around his waist. His tail still dripped water as he picked up the head planting a kiss right on the scalie ridge.
"I wanna go anywhere with you master." Ach replied as his head blushed softly at the kiss.
The wuff smiled as he once again set the dracopard down as he finished drying off. He prepared a small picnic basket full of sandwiches and other tasty snacks. With a smile the wuff scooped the basket up and gently placed the head of his beloved dracopard on top.
Ach blushed as he was treated to a gently swaying motion as his master walked outside and towards the town's one large park. A breeze rustled through his short fur as the master and pet strolled till they found a nice sunny hill overlooking a jogging path that wound a small pond.
“This is pretty,” the dracopard smiled as he looked around, though mostly at his master. He smiled as he was gently lifted off the woven basket and set onto the soft grass. The grass made a pleasant spot for the dracopard as his master set out the picnic supplies. 
The wuff laid out a blanket over the grass and set out the food for later. He reached over picking Ach up off the grass giving the head a gentle smooch before laying on his back. “This is nice, we should go out more,” The big wuff smiled up into the face of Ach.
“Yeah, it smells so nice outside,” A breeze rustled through their fur as the dracopard head smiled at his master. As he was brought down for another kiss he heard a voice from below the hill.
“Hey!, you should wash that head first. You don't know where it has been!” 
Both master and pet looked down to see a snickering brown SWB wolf, she was completely naked except for the gold chain around her neck and a pair of jogging bands around her ankles. Her twin tails flicked behind her short torso as she turned ready to jog back off. 
“Thank you but I know just exactly where he has been,” the wuff shouted back as the wolf started to jog around the pond. Turning back to the head in his paws, the wuff smiled. “But she did make a good point. When was the last time you got washed?”
The dracopard thought hard and if he had shoulders he would have shrugged them. “I don’t know, master. It has been too long for me to remember,” he admitted with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
“There is a good caputlautus not too far away.” The wuff said as he started to pack the picnic supplies back into the basket.
Ach smiled as he watched his large master work.The dracopard loved everything about the wuff, from his soft muscle gut to his large paws. Even the wuff’s two sets of cute ears was a plus in the head’s opinion. But, the thing he liked best was his master’s sweet caring personality, the wuff was always there with whatever Ach needed.
“There we go. Are you ready Ach?” the wuff as he gently picked the dracopard’s head and placed it on the basket.
“Yes master lets go wash me up,” The dracopard chuckled as the pair headed back into town, their picnic on hold for a quick wash. As it reached mid-day the pair walked into the busy caputlautus. 
Almost all of the free standing stations were used up by various heads in the process of being cleaned. There were several headless bodies rolling their heads back and forth with large fluffy towels. Next to them several heads were being dunked and scrubbed in oversized golf ball washers. The heads giggled as the soft bristles and soapy water brushed through their fur and hair. 
“Looks like there is only one spot open,” The wuff said as he carried the head towards a large washing machine. He set the basket and Ach down on the small table as he fiddled with the machine. His eyes narrowed as he read the warning plastered on the glass door. “Warning please remove horns, antlers, tusks, contact lenses, piercings, glasses, and false teeth before using. May cause dizziness, loss of direction, or complete silliness. Please check for any dislodged parts before leaving” the wolf read out aloud for his pet to hear.
“Looks like my horns will have to come off,” Ach chuckled as blush on his cheeks as he noticed next to him was set for hand washing removed parts. He watched as his master filled the machine with quarters and some head safe soap.
“Sure does, pet,” the wuff responded as he turned around. His paws reached out and gently tugged both of the dracopard’s horns right off and set them aside. He booped the dracopard’s snout before gently placing his pet into the machine. After closing the glass door he blew the head a kiss and set the machine for a gentle wash.
Ach blushed as he was loaded into the washer like last week’s dirty socks. He looked around the chamber as his master closed the door. The head rested on the soft padding till he heard a loud thud as the washer started. At the same time, warm water sprayed across the dracopard’s while his view of the world was suddenly turned upside down as the drum started to spin.
Ach blessed whoever designed the washer to have a soft padded interior as he was tumbled about. Between the spinning and spray of soapy water Ach caught glimpses of his master gently polishing his horns. After several dizzy minutes later the water spray turned into warm gusts of air as he tumbled.
By the time the machine dinged Ach was completely discombobulated. His sense of up and down, left or right, was seriously out of whack. His eyes were swirls as he was lifted out of the head washer looking like a fuzzy beach ball. 
“Hey cutie,” the wuff chuckled as he attached Ach’s freshly polished horns back into their spots on the dracopard’s head. With a brush in paw the wuff started to brush the short fur grey and spotted fur smooth.
“Hey, master,” Ach purred, the slow rhythmic brushing soothing the head. “I love you,” was all he could manage to get out before yawning. His large eyes closing as he started to snooze, being just a head took a lot of energy he thought before the sweet darkness overtook him. 
The sleeping head was dimly aware of being carried and set back down before a comforting presence curled around him protectively, filling his dreams full of images of his master.