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This is a rewrite of a story I wrote 13 years ago. The first one that I ever posted on InkBunny (or anywhere else for that matter). It never felt quite right, but here's a new release that fits what I wanted to do with the tale years ago. Some may recognize details of the Seadragon by Bad Dragon that inspired the original story. I hope you enjoy it.

If you liked this story, maybe...  Buy me a Ko-Fi", "writing": "[b][center]Callum's Encounter with a Water Dragon[/center][/b]\n\nCallum wandered the empty farm without much to do without his older brother bossing him around. The wind whispered through the tall grass, carrying the scent of heather from the nearby moors to the Border Collie’s sensitive nose. The rustic farmhouse sat quietly in the distance, its weathered wooden facade a testament to the harsh Scottish landscape. The surrounding hills were dotted with patches of green, the lush pastureland providing sustenance for their small herd of animals.\n\nHis brother had gone off on some task which should help him secure a foothold in the Sweeney clan. The sun had reflected off the clan's colors woven into his brother's kilt as he disappeared over the hill crest earlier that morning. While Callum was content to stay solitary on their farm, his brother had loftier goals it seemed lately. \n\nThere were only so many times he could check their cow, Maybelle, grazing in the field. Her large, gentle eyes regarded Callum lazily as she chewed her cud, her black and white spots dappled in the sunlight. The five sheep, their woolly coats fluttering in the breeze, bleated softly as he counted them once more. With a sigh, Callum brought another bucket of water to the kitchen, the weight of it pulling on his arms as he poured it into the cask. The water sloshed against the sides, echoing in the quiet room.\n\nCallum's tail swished back and forth, stirring up dust from the earthen floor as he turned in circles before plopping down. Their trio of cats, sleek and sly, slunk around the corners of the farmhouse, always on the lookout for any vermin that dared to cross their path. Callum envied their independence.\n\nBoredom was starting to set in without his brother around. The farm seemed eerily quiet without his annoying yet familiar presence. Maybe he was actually starting to miss him. And then he remembered how annoying it was to always be told what to do. Callum huffed, his breath stirring the soft fur on his muzzle as he considered his options.\n\nWait, FIVE sheep. There should be six. The lamb birthed just this spring should also be out there. Callum banged the butt of his paw against his head in frustration at his stupidity. Well, at least he had something to do: track down the bleating little rascal.\n\nHe grabbed a quick hunk of cheese and stale bread, shoving it into a small satchel he slung over his shoulder, and his stout pole, used for support while crossing the rugged terrain before heading out. He made a quick meal of the food as he followed the newly trodden grass which marked the wandering lamb's recent passage.\n\nAs he followed the trail around little crags and hillocks dotted with sparse trees, he marveled at how far the lamb had wandered this time. It wasn't the first time he had to hunt down the little creature, but this was definitely the farthest he had to trek while searching for it. Their farm was so isolated, that he hadn't spotted a single person or farmstead as he went well beyond the typical boundaries of the farm.\n\nThirst was starting to overcome him and he found a small trickle of water trickling between the rocks until he felt it was deep enough and fast moving enough to safely drink from. He knelt, cupping his paw to form a small bowl, his pink tongue lapping at the cool water. Then his eyes followed the little rivulet that formed a larger pool in a copse of surprisingly dense trees. The branches overhead tangled together, blocking out much of the sunlight and creating a dim, verdant oasis.\n\nCuriosity got the better of him and he diverted from the lamb's path to inspect the strange formation of rocks split by a deep gash that marked the boundaries of the pool. The water looked so still and serene and amazingly clean. He knelt by the edge and peered into the depths of the water, contemplating if it was safe enough for a quick bath. He certainly could use it; that one little patch of white on his tail was looking more grey with the grime of farm labor.\n\nIt was then that he spotted something that caused him to freeze in place. A feeling of unease washed over him as he peered into the set of eyes which glared back at him from beneath the water. His mind struggled to understand what he was looking at. The set of eyes appeared to be part of the floor of the pool, nestled within the early-autumn leaves that collected there. They were a pale green and slitted like a cat's eye.\n\nThe sounds of the wooded area around him faded out of his awareness. He stared intently, waiting for the realization that the orbs as he spotted were just simple stones at the bottom of the small pool of water or perhaps just the light reflecting strangely on the water. But that realization never came. His heart began to race, pounding in his chest as the eyes seemed to stare directly into his soul, unnerving him to his core.\n\nHe was finally broken out of his reverie when both of the eyes blinked slowly. It was not like the closing of a human lid; instead, a near-transparent sliver of skin slid out of the corner of the eye, covering it completely but briefly before retracting back. Callum's fur stood on end as shock and disbelief coursed through his veins. His body trembled, caught between the urge to flee and the morbid curiosity that kept him rooted in place.\n\nBefore him, out of the water, rose a dark green, scale-covered creature. First, the triangular head appeared; it was broad across the top and narrowing sharply to its muzzled nose. It had no ears, just bony ridges at the sides of its head. A sharp, fin-like protrusion jutted from the center of the forehead and cresting over the top of its head\n\nA thick neck, as large around as Callum's waist, followed next. The fin of its head continued to snake down its center and between the shoulder blades. What appeared to be gills lined either side just below the jowls, dripping water as they left the pool. Those alien green eyes never broke their gaze with Callum's. They seemed to bore into his very soul, filling him with a growing terror that threatened to overwhelm him.\n\nHis fight and flight instincts struggled for dominance, and in the end, both won out. Callum's paw instinctively reached for the pole at his side, his fingers tightening around the rough wood. At the same time, his feet began to propel him quickly backwards, his heart pounding in his chest. The backs of his bare knees felt the scrape of the bark on the log that was lying across his path, but before Callum could register what it was, he was already falling backwards. Their mutual stare was broken as he tumbled, the pole slipping from his grasp, and he felt the world spin around him as he lost his balance.\n\nHis paws struck out in attempts to catch hold of anything that would break his fall. However, they flailed in the empty air. He felt his ankle tangle on one of the branches protruding from the log and his back struck what he was sure was solid rock. The air rushed out of his lungs in a gasp. Blackness swam in from the edges of his vision, but at least he was no longer looking into those terrifying eyes.\n\nAmazingly, Callum never lost consciousness. The pain came a few heartbeats later; however, he was glad that it was the dull ache of a developing bruise and not the nauseating, lurching pain which accompanied a broken bone. He had only those few heartbeats to try and catch his breath before Callum felt the log under his knees sink under additional weight.\n\nHis vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, but Callum could make out the scaled beast towering over him. He instinctively reached for the security of his wooden pole again. It was then that he recognized the cylindrical shape of it pressed into his back. It must have become twisted under him as Callum flailed backwards and he had landed squarely across the breadth of the staff.\n\nHaving little hope left of escaping the maw of the monster above him, he shamefully threw up his arms in an attempt to cover his face and neck. Maybe the creature would see him as weak and have pity on him or they may protect him from ripping teeth on his neck. At the very least, the tan fur of his arms blocked out the horrible view of the creature's jaws above him. Callum knew how pathetic his action was, but he had little else to go on. His heart raced, pounding in his ears as he braced himself for the inevitable.\n\nBut the expected attack never came. There was no lunge at his upturned arms. No tearing and rending as the beast eviscerated him and pulled his innards from his abdomen. Callum could hear the beast's breath, and for that matter, he could feel the gentle tremor of each inhale as the log shuddered beneath his knees. He knew it was still there.\n\nCallum realized his own breath was caught in his chest at the anticipation of an attack that never came. He took a ragged breath, all the while trying to keep his breathing calm. And then he peered between his trembling paws.\n\nThe creature was definitely still there. Callum could see it in a little better detail now. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. Small leaf-shaped scales covered it like armor. Each one was so dark in color that they were nearly black, but with a faint iridescent green that shimmered slightly when caught by the light. Its head was turned down and slightly to the side. Callum could see a small ear-hole, for lack of a better word, on the side of its head and assumed there was a matching one on the other side.\n\nIts gaze was locked on something and he was certain it was eyeing it curiously. Callum had seen the same look on their most diligent mouse-catcher, an orange-haired cat tomcat, when he would stalk his prey with more intent to play with it than eat it. He followed its gaze downward and embarrassingly realized what the beast had spotted.\n\nIn the fall, Callum's kilt had upended. His plain home-spun woolen garment seemingly abandoned his little warrior and two furry friends to fend for themselves. He instinctively tried to pull his knees up to cover himself, still not quite ready to lower his arms. However, he found one leg still tangled in the tree branch and his other grazed the creature's scaled flesh before he dropped it back down.\n\nThe creature brought its snout closer to Callum's exposed sheath and inhaled deeply. The intake of breath caused a rush of cool air to tickle the fur of his balls before bringing his scent to the creature's nostrils. He looked on in fear as he watched the creature's tongue slide across its jaws in the universal symbol of hunger. For the first time, the monster's menacing set of teeth was exposed; a thousand serrated little daggers.\n\nDetermined to not lose his meager manhood, Callum decided he'd rather sacrifice a paw than lose that other precious part of himself. Strange, considering the first eleven years of his life he was indifferent to it, but in these last two years, he had done much to make up for those years of neglect as he learned how pleasurable it was to stroke it every chance he got. He quickly shifted his paws to cover himself.\n\nHe was just in time to get his paws cupped over his meat when he felt the beast's tongue raking across his furry knuckles. Callum's eyes had snapped shut on their own accord as he was sure one or both were about to become the monster's next meal. He didn't feel the sharp dagger-teeth separating his paws from his wrist; instead, the wet and slightly chilly tongue continued its assault against the wall his paws formed before it.\n\nHis defenses failed to hold, however, and Callum felt the tongue slide across his left testicle. He couldn't help but gasp, and not just because of the cold, wet organ across his skin, but in the sheer pleasure of it. It was as if the creature knew how sensitive his balls were. He felt his dick hardening. His cock had turned traitor and was attempting to escape Callum's sheltering sheath. As it grew, the beast's tongue found its target more and more often. His paws were becoming slick with not only the creature's saliva, but his own precum as well.\n\n\"Get back, you fell beast!\" His voice, long disused since saying goodbye to his brother early in the day, came out gruff and harsh. Perfect for driving away the creature. He stared it full in the face, trying to muster some semblance of strength and anger.\n\nBut the beast momentarily stopped to tilt his head at the sounds. Callum wasn't sure if it understood, but there was an intelligence behind the eyes. The eyes that looked a bit wounded either by the words or the tone. The creature ducked his head almost apologetically and exposed his maw, which was strangely absent of teeth. They had retreated back into its gums somehow. It was like the beast was saying it meant no harm.\n\nSomehow, he felt bad for the way he had reacted. Maybe the demon before him was really just a curious animal. And Callum had invaded its territory, so maybe he could be seen as more of an aggressor than the beast had been.\n\nHe gave up trying to resist and let his paws fall to his sides, giving the beast complete access to his now rigid cock. Its five inches jutted out of its sheath, the red shaft glistening with saliva and his precum. The creature looked at it with that same hunger again, but Callum recognized it more as a sexual hunger now. He heard it make what he could only describe as a purr emanating from its throat. Its tongue wound out and around Callum's shaft, feeling not unlike his own paw when slicked with tallow. It had even begun to warm up, most likely due to the heat radiating from Callum's body.\n\nIt felt amazing as it pulsed around Callum's shaft, pulling gently on the sensitive shaft and sliding back and forth over the sensitive head. Callum was practically panting in ecstasy. The pain in his back was nearly forgotten; fading into mere discomfort.\n\nThe creature released Callum's cock as it carefully moved over the log, positioning its long body parallel but reverse to his. It stepped gingerly to not to step on Callum's prone body. It turned its head back to his dripping cock. This time, it slipped its tongue under the down his shaft and into the confines of Callum's tight sheath, lapping at the precum that had pooled there. Callum almost exploded when he felt the tip of the tongue tickling his unformed knot, but the creature must have realized this and concentrated instead on lapping at Callum's slightly less sensitive balls again.\n\nBetween waves of pleasure that left him temporarily stupefied, Callum observed the creature beside him. The fin-like protrusion which started in the center of its forehead, ran along the beast's spine, down its back, before merging with its tail. In total, it was actually slightly smaller than he had thought before; maybe 8 feet long from nose to hindquarters. Its tapered tail, which was quivering on the forest floor in excitement, was another 6 feet long. That tail slid around Callum's shoulders and under his armpits like a cool embrace.\n\nNestled between its hind legs, which Callum also couldn't help notice ended in webbed claws, he spied a slit in the beast's scales. It was surrounded by a slight mound of softer flesh. Tentatively, he reached out a paw and gently slid it over the scales on the creature's side. They felt rough and hard; he doubted his touch was even felt. But as he guided his paw pads under the creature's belly and further back, the scales were finer, thinner. He strained to reach his goal, the fleshy mound, but it was just out of reach. His touch there, however, was clearly felt as he felt the absence of the tongue on his stones.\n\nHe looked down to see the creature looking back at him with those startling cat-like eyes. It moved a little closer, and Callum felt the dripping slit under his digits. He brought his wet paw to his face and breathed in the somewhat musky smell, before tentatively tasting the liquid.\n\nIt was amazing. Slightly slimy but tasting both slightly salty and sweet at the same time. He ran his paw around the whole length of the slightly parted mound, soaking his fur, and brought it back to his tongue. It was intoxicating, and he needed more. He wanted to taste it directly from the source.\n\nCallum felt much like he now suspected the scaled creature must have felt, drawn to musky scents and promised coupling; it was intoxicating. He propped himself up on his elbows and slowly pulled his legs free of the fallen limbs and the log. He groaned a bit as he rolled himself over onto his hand and knees and turned to face the creature's belly. \"You certainly are a horny lass, aren't you?\" Callum was surprised at how sultry his voice sounded. All echoes of his threatening tone were replaced by desire.\n\nThe creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it rolled over onto its side. It wasn't quite on its back, but Callum now had free access to the delicious honeypot before him. He had listened raptly to his older brother's stories of nightly conquests with the village clan chief's daughter and knew kind of what to expect. Still, he suspected this was a larger, and probably tastier, slit than his brother ever came across.\n\nHe was still on his knees, but now with an arm propped across the creature's belly for support. He gently guided his tongue over the glistening mound before him. He was in heaven as he attempted to drink down as much of this sweet nectar as possible. He felt that his kilt was raised again over his upturned ass and the, now all too familiar, tongue lapping at his dangling balls. This goaded him on further, and he pressed his tongue directly into the slit before him.\n\nHe started massaging at the mound, coaxing more of the sweet liquid onto his waiting tongue. But then he felt something strange. Something had moved within the mound and pressed against his tongue: something smooth and fleshy. He kept working the mound under his paws even as he sought to bury the tip of his muzzle in the cool confines.\n\nWhen Callum pulled back to catch his breath, he noticed a little black nub poking out of the slit before him. His brother had mentioned that you need to \"lick the clit to get a girl hot to fuck,\" Maybe this was what he had meant, so he did just that. He licked the small bump, finding it ended in a much smaller slit not unlike his own cock. He watched in amazement as the black nub poked out a little further. Pushing its way out of the slit was a thick black cock head. There was no sheath covering its length, but its shape was still unmistakable as it continued to emerge.\n\nThe head was ringed with three slight ridges which were mirrored by three additional ridges near the base of the shaft. Or at least Callum hoped it was the base of the shaft. What was visible was already pretty massive, measuring nearly thrice the length of his own cock and much thicker. The tip glistened with a pearl of precum that dribbled down to slip between the ridges.\n\nThe musky smell was overpowering and overrode any doubts Callum had about what he was about to do. He was already going to go to hell for engaging in unnatural acts with a beast. Maybe even a hellspawn itself. What did it matter at this point if the beast was male?\n\nHe traced his tongue along the ridges, sought out that blissfully delicious rivulet of pre-cum, and gulped it up. Then he traced its path back to the source and guided the tip of the monster cock into his mouth. He began sucking the wonderful liquid directly from the source. He tried to force as much of the dragon meat into his mouth as he could while pumping the shaft with his free hand, eager to taste more of the delicious liquid.\n\nThe assault on his dangling nuts abruptly ceased, and the tongue now moved upwards to Callum's exposed pucker. He groaned around the massive cock in his mouth when the tongue gently writhed at the entrance to his ass. Callum could feel it slowly working its way into him. He never imagined that he could feel anything so amazing. His virgin tailhole was gently stretched open to accommodate the invading tongue. The sensation of it writhing within him was indescribable.\n\nUnable to concentrate on the cock, despite the fact it was dribbling precum directly down his throat, Callum released his grip on the shaft and reached back to pull his kilt higher and to spread his ass wider. He silently cursed the loop that held the waist of his kilt around his tail as it fought back against him. He was only half-heartedly slurping on the dragon meat in his mouth, and it slipped out as he struggled, slapping wetly on the creature's belly.\n\nThe tongue tickling his inner recesses was wonderful, but now Callum wanted, no needed, something more to fill him. The very idea forming in his mind was terrifying, but he was already beyond that now. He eyed the phallus in front of front of him, swallowed and pulled himself forward. The tongue pulled out of his backside with a wet sucking sound as he moved out of range of the creature's mouth. He felt the cool breeze as it kissed his gaping pucker.\n\nHe swung his leg over the beast's midsection. Callum's foot couldn't quite reach the ground on the other side and still kept his right foot on the ground, but he was sure that it could hold his weight. He didn't dare give himself time to change his mind and guided the pole to his already slippery hole.\n\nCallum looked down at the face of the monster beneath him. I may be on top, though Callum, but I've definitely become his bitch. And he knows it too. A throaty version of a laugh emanated from the creature's throat as if to confirm it as Callum eased himself down onto the throbbing cock beneath him.\n\nThe tongue bath he had just received had left his tailhole wet with saliva, and the copious precum that the beast was producing made the initial entry fairly easy. And when the first of the three little ridges slipped past his pucker ring, Callum let out a gasp. He gritted his teeth, expecting pain as he eased himself further down the shaft, engulfing each ridge in turn. But no pain came, just a sense of fullness and pleasure as he could feel the ridges popping past his rim and rubbing his insides.\n\nHe pressed his paws, digits splayed, on the chest of the dragon beneath him. The scales felt cold beneath his palms, but he could also feel the pounding of its heart and the rush of air with every intake of breath. He adjusted to the fullness within him and slowly began to rise back up, and then plunge back down. He was overwhelmed by the sensations within him. Callum started panting and bucking himself wildly. He felt the beast's tail encircling his waist; it guided his movements, helped steady Callum when he rose up, and pulled him quickly down again.\n\nCallum could feel the first of the lower cock ridges now each time he plunged down. He whimpered; he wanted it inside him so badly. It was mad, he briefly thought, but then again, he was driven insane by lust and the insatiable feeling emanating from his core as he was dominated. On the next downward motion, he felt the tail tighten and pull him further down. The first ridge popped in and Callum gasped again. He moved to rise up again, but the tail kept pulling him down. Callum's eyes met the green, slitted eyes of the dragon in front of him. When the second ridge popped in, he stifled a yell. And when the third and final one slid into him, he gave a guttural, animal-like shout of pleasure.\n\nHe lay gasping for a few brief moments as the rim of his tailhole stretched to accommodate the much thicker base of the creature's cock. But the need to feel those ridges grinding against his hole was too great, and he raised himself back up. They felt strange as they burst from his tight hole, but the feeling was quickly replaced as he plunged down on them again. He repeated it several more times.\n\nAs he attempted to push himself back up again, to feel those rings of pleasure entering him again, he was pulled down again by the tail around his waist. And then he felt more pressure building inside him. The cock buried deep in his ass was expanding. And soon he didn't need the tail to limit him to short little bounces; he couldn't pull the cock out of his ass ring if he wanted to. It had a knot unlike his own.\n\n\"Fuck... Ass... Cock... KNOT.\" A stream of words started pouring out of his mouth, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, as he was struggling to verbally describe what he was feeling. The knot forming within him was pressing those ridges deeper and against something deep inside himself that was driving him crazy. Each little bounce drove the ridges running its girth over an intense pleasure point beneath the base of Callum's own cock. Soon the words were overtaken by incoherent noises.\n\nCallum could feel the rumbling roar building deep in the dragon's chest before it was released. And with it came the torrent of cum deep within his body. This only hastened his own orgasm, which came not in the jerky spurts he was accustomed to when he brought them on with his paw. Instead, it came in waves, and so did his cum. It was like it was being forced out of him with every little thrust of the ridges across the pleasure spot within. His cum collected on the inside of his kilt, and although he was curious, he was far too exhausted to see how much he had produced.\n\nInstead, he tilted forward, splayed across the creature's chest. His arms unconsciously reached up to encircle its neck for support. He felt two strong arms cradling him back and the wetness of a tongue licking at his face. The beast's seed seeped into his body, bloating his belly as it had nowhere to go with the knot locking them together.\n\nBeithir began to lick at Callum's upturned face as he struggled to contain the evidence of their tryst within him. He wanted to keep it in his body, to keep a part of his love within him. He felt like crying, knowing that it was impossible for him to do so. But the gentle licking from that cool tongue was making him feel loved and calmed his nerves.\n\nTheir post-coital moment was interrupted by the sound of clinking steel and groaning leather. A shout from just outside the small oasis brought Callum out of his reverie. \"Get out here, you beast! There's no use in hiding; we're here to end your pillaging of the countryside.\"\n\nCallum gazed at Beithir and saw the dragon roll his eyes in annoyance at the interruption. The once peaceful oasis was now filled with tension as both of them realized the severity of the situation. Outsiders had discovered Beithir's lair, and they were not here for a friendly visit. The serene moment of connection between Callum and Beithir was shattered by the impending danger.\n\nNot wanting to get caught in such a compromising position, Callum stood and straightened his wool kilt, doing his best to ignore the creamy stains that it held. His heart raced as he realized he might be caught between the dragon and the warriors who sought to slay him. The situation was escalating quickly, and Callum knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to protect the one he was growing to care for.\n\nBut Beithir seemed to take the threat in stride, and Callum sensed that his newfound lover had been expecting this confrontation. The dragon slowly rose to his feet, his scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees. He let out a low, rumbling growl, a warning to the intruders that he was not to be trifled with.\n\nCallum picked up his fallen shepherd's staff and positioned himself between Beithir and the encroaching furs. The air was thick with tension as he exited the copse of trees, finding several young men from the nearby village waiting for them. To his surprise, his brother, Bryan, was also among them, clad in the clan colors and holding an old, rusty sword. The group looked more like a band of brigands than heroes, their weapons and armor mismatched and poorly maintained.\n\nThe villagers' grim expressions betrayed their shock at finding one of their own kind within the trees. The tall, scarred badger, obviously their leader, spat on the ground and snarled, \"There's no use protecting the creature, boy. Run off and let us deal with it before it harms anyone.\"\n\nCallum stood his ground, the staff gripped tightly in his paws. \"He's not going to hurt anyone,\" he declared, surprising himself with the certainty and strength behind his words. \"He just wants to live in peace.\"\n\nBut the badger wasn't listening. He hefted his sword awkwardly, his scar pulling at the corner of his eye as he narrowed it at Callum. With a grunt, he began to advance towards the young dog, his heavy footsteps crushing the underbrush beneath his boots. Bryan's face had gone pale with terror, anticipating his brother's imminent demise. He seemed frozen in place, caught between his role in the mob and the familial bond he shared with Callum.\n\nCallum knew that he stood no chance against the group of angered villagers, even with his brother among them. Their primitive armor and weapons conveyed a sense of brutality, and their leader's scarred visage hinted at a life of violence. The scene had taken on a tragic air, with Callum doomed to face their wrath for the sake of defending his newfound love, Beithir.\n\nHe hears a loud thump behind him and to his right and turned to see Beithir standing there, chest puffed out and looking strangely menacing. Earlier, he would have been terrified at the sight of such a beast, but now he knew that look for what it was: purely defensive. The dragon came to protect him despite not wanting to attack the townfolk. He could have easily escaped as Callum had hoped, but instead had chosen to act.\n\nA deep growl, almost a burbling sound, emanated from Beithir's throat as the badger continued his approach. Then the beast's jaws opened wide, releasing a gout of water. The force of the blast was propelled as Beithir's shoulders and belly rippled with effort. It struck a non-lethal blow to the badger, who was flung aside by the jet of water. Several of the other mob members were knocked off their feet as they received a glancing blow.\n\nJust as quickly, Beithir's jaws clamped shut, staunching the water, and the beast was at his side, kneeling low. Callum knew what to do; an unspoken command to wrap his arms around the dragon's neck burst into his thoughts. In a moment, one arm encircled Beithir's neck, and he was on his back. The spine of rigid flesh running along the beast's back dipped low between its shoulder blades, making an uncomfortable but serviceable saddle.\n\nAnd then they were away. The crowd disappeared behind them as Callum looked back to see his brother standing stunned and stock still as he slowly dwindled from sight. The wind whipped at Callum's face, his tufts of fur and kilt billowing out behind him as they soared over the hillocks at a breakneck pace. \n\nHe knew that this was the beginning of a new adventure and that he had found something truly special in Beithir. A connection that transcended the boundaries of their different worlds. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew there was no going back from this. He was an outcast among his own people now. But that didn't seem quite as important as his growing bond with the water dragon. His water dragon.\n\nAs they bounded over the countryside vaguely towards the sea, Callum couldn't help but feel exhilarated. The rush of wind against his face, the beating of Beithir's powerful heart beneath him, and the knowledge that he was on the cusp of something truly extraordinary filled him with a sense of purpose and determination. He had found his destiny, and he was ready to embrace it, no matter where it led him.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Callum's Encounter with a Water Dragon


Callum wandered the empty farm without much to do without his older brother bossing him around. The wind whispered through the tall grass, carrying the scent of heather from the nearby moors to the Border Collie’s sensitive nose. The rustic farmhouse sat quietly in the distance, its weathered wooden facade a testament to the harsh Scottish landscape. The surrounding hills were dotted with patches of green, the lush pastureland providing sustenance for their small herd of animals.

His brother had gone off on some task which should help him secure a foothold in the Sweeney clan. The sun had reflected off the clan's colors woven into his brother's kilt as he disappeared over the hill crest earlier that morning. While Callum was content to stay solitary on their farm, his brother had loftier goals it seemed lately.

There were only so many times he could check their cow, Maybelle, grazing in the field. Her large, gentle eyes regarded Callum lazily as she chewed her cud, her black and white spots dappled in the sunlight. The five sheep, their woolly coats fluttering in the breeze, bleated softly as he counted them once more. With a sigh, Callum brought another bucket of water to the kitchen, the weight of it pulling on his arms as he poured it into the cask. The water sloshed against the sides, echoing in the quiet room.

Callum's tail swished back and forth, stirring up dust from the earthen floor as he turned in circles before plopping down. Their trio of cats, sleek and sly, slunk around the corners of the farmhouse, always on the lookout for any vermin that dared to cross their path. Callum envied their independence.

Boredom was starting to set in without his brother around. The farm seemed eerily quiet without his annoying yet familiar presence. Maybe he was actually starting to miss him. And then he remembered how annoying it was to always be told what to do. Callum huffed, his breath stirring the soft fur on his muzzle as he considered his options.

Wait, FIVE sheep. There should be six. The lamb birthed just this spring should also be out there. Callum banged the butt of his paw against his head in frustration at his stupidity. Well, at least he had something to do: track down the bleating little rascal.

He grabbed a quick hunk of cheese and stale bread, shoving it into a small satchel he slung over his shoulder, and his stout pole, used for support while crossing the rugged terrain before heading out. He made a quick meal of the food as he followed the newly trodden grass which marked the wandering lamb's recent passage.

As he followed the trail around little crags and hillocks dotted with sparse trees, he marveled at how far the lamb had wandered this time. It wasn't the first time he had to hunt down the little creature, but this was definitely the farthest he had to trek while searching for it. Their farm was so isolated, that he hadn't spotted a single person or farmstead as he went well beyond the typical boundaries of the farm.

Thirst was starting to overcome him and he found a small trickle of water trickling between the rocks until he felt it was deep enough and fast moving enough to safely drink from. He knelt, cupping his paw to form a small bowl, his pink tongue lapping at the cool water. Then his eyes followed the little rivulet that formed a larger pool in a copse of surprisingly dense trees. The branches overhead tangled together, blocking out much of the sunlight and creating a dim, verdant oasis.

Curiosity got the better of him and he diverted from the lamb's path to inspect the strange formation of rocks split by a deep gash that marked the boundaries of the pool. The water looked so still and serene and amazingly clean. He knelt by the edge and peered into the depths of the water, contemplating if it was safe enough for a quick bath. He certainly could use it; that one little patch of white on his tail was looking more grey with the grime of farm labor.

It was then that he spotted something that caused him to freeze in place. A feeling of unease washed over him as he peered into the set of eyes which glared back at him from beneath the water. His mind struggled to understand what he was looking at. The set of eyes appeared to be part of the floor of the pool, nestled within the early-autumn leaves that collected there. They were a pale green and slitted like a cat's eye.

The sounds of the wooded area around him faded out of his awareness. He stared intently, waiting for the realization that the orbs as he spotted were just simple stones at the bottom of the small pool of water or perhaps just the light reflecting strangely on the water. But that realization never came. His heart began to race, pounding in his chest as the eyes seemed to stare directly into his soul, unnerving him to his core.

He was finally broken out of his reverie when both of the eyes blinked slowly. It was not like the closing of a human lid; instead, a near-transparent sliver of skin slid out of the corner of the eye, covering it completely but briefly before retracting back. Callum's fur stood on end as shock and disbelief coursed through his veins. His body trembled, caught between the urge to flee and the morbid curiosity that kept him rooted in place.

Before him, out of the water, rose a dark green, scale-covered creature. First, the triangular head appeared; it was broad across the top and narrowing sharply to its muzzled nose. It had no ears, just bony ridges at the sides of its head. A sharp, fin-like protrusion jutted from the center of the forehead and cresting over the top of its head

A thick neck, as large around as Callum's waist, followed next. The fin of its head continued to snake down its center and between the shoulder blades. What appeared to be gills lined either side just below the jowls, dripping water as they left the pool. Those alien green eyes never broke their gaze with Callum's. They seemed to bore into his very soul, filling him with a growing terror that threatened to overwhelm him.

His fight and flight instincts struggled for dominance, and in the end, both won out. Callum's paw instinctively reached for the pole at his side, his fingers tightening around the rough wood. At the same time, his feet began to propel him quickly backwards, his heart pounding in his chest. The backs of his bare knees felt the scrape of the bark on the log that was lying across his path, but before Callum could register what it was, he was already falling backwards. Their mutual stare was broken as he tumbled, the pole slipping from his grasp, and he felt the world spin around him as he lost his balance.

His paws struck out in attempts to catch hold of anything that would break his fall. However, they flailed in the empty air. He felt his ankle tangle on one of the branches protruding from the log and his back struck what he was sure was solid rock. The air rushed out of his lungs in a gasp. Blackness swam in from the edges of his vision, but at least he was no longer looking into those terrifying eyes.

Amazingly, Callum never lost consciousness. The pain came a few heartbeats later; however, he was glad that it was the dull ache of a developing bruise and not the nauseating, lurching pain which accompanied a broken bone. He had only those few heartbeats to try and catch his breath before Callum felt the log under his knees sink under additional weight.

His vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, but Callum could make out the scaled beast towering over him. He instinctively reached for the security of his wooden pole again. It was then that he recognized the cylindrical shape of it pressed into his back. It must have become twisted under him as Callum flailed backwards and he had landed squarely across the breadth of the staff.

Having little hope left of escaping the maw of the monster above him, he shamefully threw up his arms in an attempt to cover his face and neck. Maybe the creature would see him as weak and have pity on him or they may protect him from ripping teeth on his neck. At the very least, the tan fur of his arms blocked out the horrible view of the creature's jaws above him. Callum knew how pathetic his action was, but he had little else to go on. His heart raced, pounding in his ears as he braced himself for the inevitable.

But the expected attack never came. There was no lunge at his upturned arms. No tearing and rending as the beast eviscerated him and pulled his innards from his abdomen. Callum could hear the beast's breath, and for that matter, he could feel the gentle tremor of each inhale as the log shuddered beneath his knees. He knew it was still there.

Callum realized his own breath was caught in his chest at the anticipation of an attack that never came. He took a ragged breath, all the while trying to keep his breathing calm. And then he peered between his trembling paws.

The creature was definitely still there. Callum could see it in a little better detail now. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. Small leaf-shaped scales covered it like armor. Each one was so dark in color that they were nearly black, but with a faint iridescent green that shimmered slightly when caught by the light. Its head was turned down and slightly to the side. Callum could see a small ear-hole, for lack of a better word, on the side of its head and assumed there was a matching one on the other side.

Its gaze was locked on something and he was certain it was eyeing it curiously. Callum had seen the same look on their most diligent mouse-catcher, an orange-haired cat tomcat, when he would stalk his prey with more intent to play with it than eat it. He followed its gaze downward and embarrassingly realized what the beast had spotted.

In the fall, Callum's kilt had upended. His plain home-spun woolen garment seemingly abandoned his little warrior and two furry friends to fend for themselves. He instinctively tried to pull his knees up to cover himself, still not quite ready to lower his arms. However, he found one leg still tangled in the tree branch and his other grazed the creature's scaled flesh before he dropped it back down.

The creature brought its snout closer to Callum's exposed sheath and inhaled deeply. The intake of breath caused a rush of cool air to tickle the fur of his balls before bringing his scent to the creature's nostrils. He looked on in fear as he watched the creature's tongue slide across its jaws in the universal symbol of hunger. For the first time, the monster's menacing set of teeth was exposed; a thousand serrated little daggers.

Determined to not lose his meager manhood, Callum decided he'd rather sacrifice a paw than lose that other precious part of himself. Strange, considering the first eleven years of his life he was indifferent to it, but in these last two years, he had done much to make up for those years of neglect as he learned how pleasurable it was to stroke it every chance he got. He quickly shifted his paws to cover himself.

He was just in time to get his paws cupped over his meat when he felt the beast's tongue raking across his furry knuckles. Callum's eyes had snapped shut on their own accord as he was sure one or both were about to become the monster's next meal. He didn't feel the sharp dagger-teeth separating his paws from his wrist; instead, the wet and slightly chilly tongue continued its assault against the wall his paws formed before it.

His defenses failed to hold, however, and Callum felt the tongue slide across his left testicle. He couldn't help but gasp, and not just because of the cold, wet organ across his skin, but in the sheer pleasure of it. It was as if the creature knew how sensitive his balls were. He felt his dick hardening. His cock had turned traitor and was attempting to escape Callum's sheltering sheath. As it grew, the beast's tongue found its target more and more often. His paws were becoming slick with not only the creature's saliva, but his own precum as well.

"Get back, you fell beast!" His voice, long disused since saying goodbye to his brother early in the day, came out gruff and harsh. Perfect for driving away the creature. He stared it full in the face, trying to muster some semblance of strength and anger.

But the beast momentarily stopped to tilt his head at the sounds. Callum wasn't sure if it understood, but there was an intelligence behind the eyes. The eyes that looked a bit wounded either by the words or the tone. The creature ducked his head almost apologetically and exposed his maw, which was strangely absent of teeth. They had retreated back into its gums somehow. It was like the beast was saying it meant no harm.

Somehow, he felt bad for the way he had reacted. Maybe the demon before him was really just a curious animal. And Callum had invaded its territory, so maybe he could be seen as more of an aggressor than the beast had been.

He gave up trying to resist and let his paws fall to his sides, giving the beast complete access to his now rigid cock. Its five inches jutted out of its sheath, the red shaft glistening with saliva and his precum. The creature looked at it with that same hunger again, but Callum recognized it more as a sexual hunger now. He heard it make what he could only describe as a purr emanating from its throat. Its tongue wound out and around Callum's shaft, feeling not unlike his own paw when slicked with tallow. It had even begun to warm up, most likely due to the heat radiating from Callum's body.

It felt amazing as it pulsed around Callum's shaft, pulling gently on the sensitive shaft and sliding back and forth over the sensitive head. Callum was practically panting in ecstasy. The pain in his back was nearly forgotten; fading into mere discomfort.

The creature released Callum's cock as it carefully moved over the log, positioning its long body parallel but reverse to his. It stepped gingerly to not to step on Callum's prone body. It turned its head back to his dripping cock. This time, it slipped its tongue under the down his shaft and into the confines of Callum's tight sheath, lapping at the precum that had pooled there. Callum almost exploded when he felt the tip of the tongue tickling his unformed knot, but the creature must have realized this and concentrated instead on lapping at Callum's slightly less sensitive balls again.

Between waves of pleasure that left him temporarily stupefied, Callum observed the creature beside him. The fin-like protrusion which started in the center of its forehead, ran along the beast's spine, down its back, before merging with its tail. In total, it was actually slightly smaller than he had thought before; maybe 8 feet long from nose to hindquarters. Its tapered tail, which was quivering on the forest floor in excitement, was another 6 feet long. That tail slid around Callum's shoulders and under his armpits like a cool embrace.

Nestled between its hind legs, which Callum also couldn't help notice ended in webbed claws, he spied a slit in the beast's scales. It was surrounded by a slight mound of softer flesh. Tentatively, he reached out a paw and gently slid it over the scales on the creature's side. They felt rough and hard; he doubted his touch was even felt. But as he guided his paw pads under the creature's belly and further back, the scales were finer, thinner. He strained to reach his goal, the fleshy mound, but it was just out of reach. His touch there, however, was clearly felt as he felt the absence of the tongue on his stones.

He looked down to see the creature looking back at him with those startling cat-like eyes. It moved a little closer, and Callum felt the dripping slit under his digits. He brought his wet paw to his face and breathed in the somewhat musky smell, before tentatively tasting the liquid.

It was amazing. Slightly slimy but tasting both slightly salty and sweet at the same time. He ran his paw around the whole length of the slightly parted mound, soaking his fur, and brought it back to his tongue. It was intoxicating, and he needed more. He wanted to taste it directly from the source.

Callum felt much like he now suspected the scaled creature must have felt, drawn to musky scents and promised coupling; it was intoxicating. He propped himself up on his elbows and slowly pulled his legs free of the fallen limbs and the log. He groaned a bit as he rolled himself over onto his hand and knees and turned to face the creature's belly. "You certainly are a horny lass, aren't you?" Callum was surprised at how sultry his voice sounded. All echoes of his threatening tone were replaced by desire.

The creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it rolled over onto its side. It wasn't quite on its back, but Callum now had free access to the delicious honeypot before him. He had listened raptly to his older brother's stories of nightly conquests with the village clan chief's daughter and knew kind of what to expect. Still, he suspected this was a larger, and probably tastier, slit than his brother ever came across.

He was still on his knees, but now with an arm propped across the creature's belly for support. He gently guided his tongue over the glistening mound before him. He was in heaven as he attempted to drink down as much of this sweet nectar as possible. He felt that his kilt was raised again over his upturned ass and the, now all too familiar, tongue lapping at his dangling balls. This goaded him on further, and he pressed his tongue directly into the slit before him.

He started massaging at the mound, coaxing more of the sweet liquid onto his waiting tongue. But then he felt something strange. Something had moved within the mound and pressed against his tongue: something smooth and fleshy. He kept working the mound under his paws even as he sought to bury the tip of his muzzle in the cool confines.

When Callum pulled back to catch his breath, he noticed a little black nub poking out of the slit before him. His brother had mentioned that you need to "lick the clit to get a girl hot to fuck," Maybe this was what he had meant, so he did just that. He licked the small bump, finding it ended in a much smaller slit not unlike his own cock. He watched in amazement as the black nub poked out a little further. Pushing its way out of the slit was a thick black cock head. There was no sheath covering its length, but its shape was still unmistakable as it continued to emerge.

The head was ringed with three slight ridges which were mirrored by three additional ridges near the base of the shaft. Or at least Callum hoped it was the base of the shaft. What was visible was already pretty massive, measuring nearly thrice the length of his own cock and much thicker. The tip glistened with a pearl of precum that dribbled down to slip between the ridges.

The musky smell was overpowering and overrode any doubts Callum had about what he was about to do. He was already going to go to hell for engaging in unnatural acts with a beast. Maybe even a hellspawn itself. What did it matter at this point if the beast was male?

He traced his tongue along the ridges, sought out that blissfully delicious rivulet of pre-cum, and gulped it up. Then he traced its path back to the source and guided the tip of the monster cock into his mouth. He began sucking the wonderful liquid directly from the source. He tried to force as much of the dragon meat into his mouth as he could while pumping the shaft with his free hand, eager to taste more of the delicious liquid.

The assault on his dangling nuts abruptly ceased, and the tongue now moved upwards to Callum's exposed pucker. He groaned around the massive cock in his mouth when the tongue gently writhed at the entrance to his ass. Callum could feel it slowly working its way into him. He never imagined that he could feel anything so amazing. His virgin tailhole was gently stretched open to accommodate the invading tongue. The sensation of it writhing within him was indescribable.

Unable to concentrate on the cock, despite the fact it was dribbling precum directly down his throat, Callum released his grip on the shaft and reached back to pull his kilt higher and to spread his ass wider. He silently cursed the loop that held the waist of his kilt around his tail as it fought back against him. He was only half-heartedly slurping on the dragon meat in his mouth, and it slipped out as he struggled, slapping wetly on the creature's belly.

The tongue tickling his inner recesses was wonderful, but now Callum wanted, no needed, something more to fill him. The very idea forming in his mind was terrifying, but he was already beyond that now. He eyed the phallus in front of front of him, swallowed and pulled himself forward. The tongue pulled out of his backside with a wet sucking sound as he moved out of range of the creature's mouth. He felt the cool breeze as it kissed his gaping pucker.

He swung his leg over the beast's midsection. Callum's foot couldn't quite reach the ground on the other side and still kept his right foot on the ground, but he was sure that it could hold his weight. He didn't dare give himself time to change his mind and guided the pole to his already slippery hole.

Callum looked down at the face of the monster beneath him. I may be on top, though Callum, but I've definitely become his bitch. And he knows it too. A throaty version of a laugh emanated from the creature's throat as if to confirm it as Callum eased himself down onto the throbbing cock beneath him.

The tongue bath he had just received had left his tailhole wet with saliva, and the copious precum that the beast was producing made the initial entry fairly easy. And when the first of the three little ridges slipped past his pucker ring, Callum let out a gasp. He gritted his teeth, expecting pain as he eased himself further down the shaft, engulfing each ridge in turn. But no pain came, just a sense of fullness and pleasure as he could feel the ridges popping past his rim and rubbing his insides.

He pressed his paws, digits splayed, on the chest of the dragon beneath him. The scales felt cold beneath his palms, but he could also feel the pounding of its heart and the rush of air with every intake of breath. He adjusted to the fullness within him and slowly began to rise back up, and then plunge back down. He was overwhelmed by the sensations within him. Callum started panting and bucking himself wildly. He felt the beast's tail encircling his waist; it guided his movements, helped steady Callum when he rose up, and pulled him quickly down again.

Callum could feel the first of the lower cock ridges now each time he plunged down. He whimpered; he wanted it inside him so badly. It was mad, he briefly thought, but then again, he was driven insane by lust and the insatiable feeling emanating from his core as he was dominated. On the next downward motion, he felt the tail tighten and pull him further down. The first ridge popped in and Callum gasped again. He moved to rise up again, but the tail kept pulling him down. Callum's eyes met the green, slitted eyes of the dragon in front of him. When the second ridge popped in, he stifled a yell. And when the third and final one slid into him, he gave a guttural, animal-like shout of pleasure.

He lay gasping for a few brief moments as the rim of his tailhole stretched to accommodate the much thicker base of the creature's cock. But the need to feel those ridges grinding against his hole was too great, and he raised himself back up. They felt strange as they burst from his tight hole, but the feeling was quickly replaced as he plunged down on them again. He repeated it several more times.

As he attempted to push himself back up again, to feel those rings of pleasure entering him again, he was pulled down again by the tail around his waist. And then he felt more pressure building inside him. The cock buried deep in his ass was expanding. And soon he didn't need the tail to limit him to short little bounces; he couldn't pull the cock out of his ass ring if he wanted to. It had a knot unlike his own.

"Fuck... Ass... Cock... KNOT." A stream of words started pouring out of his mouth, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, as he was struggling to verbally describe what he was feeling. The knot forming within him was pressing those ridges deeper and against something deep inside himself that was driving him crazy. Each little bounce drove the ridges running its girth over an intense pleasure point beneath the base of Callum's own cock. Soon the words were overtaken by incoherent noises.

Callum could feel the rumbling roar building deep in the dragon's chest before it was released. And with it came the torrent of cum deep within his body. This only hastened his own orgasm, which came not in the jerky spurts he was accustomed to when he brought them on with his paw. Instead, it came in waves, and so did his cum. It was like it was being forced out of him with every little thrust of the ridges across the pleasure spot within. His cum collected on the inside of his kilt, and although he was curious, he was far too exhausted to see how much he had produced.

Instead, he tilted forward, splayed across the creature's chest. His arms unconsciously reached up to encircle its neck for support. He felt two strong arms cradling him back and the wetness of a tongue licking at his face. The beast's seed seeped into his body, bloating his belly as it had nowhere to go with the knot locking them together.

Beithir began to lick at Callum's upturned face as he struggled to contain the evidence of their tryst within him. He wanted to keep it in his body, to keep a part of his love within him. He felt like crying, knowing that it was impossible for him to do so. But the gentle licking from that cool tongue was making him feel loved and calmed his nerves.

Their post-coital moment was interrupted by the sound of clinking steel and groaning leather. A shout from just outside the small oasis brought Callum out of his reverie. "Get out here, you beast! There's no use in hiding; we're here to end your pillaging of the countryside."

Callum gazed at Beithir and saw the dragon roll his eyes in annoyance at the interruption. The once peaceful oasis was now filled with tension as both of them realized the severity of the situation. Outsiders had discovered Beithir's lair, and they were not here for a friendly visit. The serene moment of connection between Callum and Beithir was shattered by the impending danger.

Not wanting to get caught in such a compromising position, Callum stood and straightened his wool kilt, doing his best to ignore the creamy stains that it held. His heart raced as he realized he might be caught between the dragon and the warriors who sought to slay him. The situation was escalating quickly, and Callum knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to protect the one he was growing to care for.

But Beithir seemed to take the threat in stride, and Callum sensed that his newfound lover had been expecting this confrontation. The dragon slowly rose to his feet, his scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees. He let out a low, rumbling growl, a warning to the intruders that he was not to be trifled with.

Callum picked up his fallen shepherd's staff and positioned himself between Beithir and the encroaching furs. The air was thick with tension as he exited the copse of trees, finding several young men from the nearby village waiting for them. To his surprise, his brother, Bryan, was also among them, clad in the clan colors and holding an old, rusty sword. The group looked more like a band of brigands than heroes, their weapons and armor mismatched and poorly maintained.

The villagers' grim expressions betrayed their shock at finding one of their own kind within the trees. The tall, scarred badger, obviously their leader, spat on the ground and snarled, "There's no use protecting the creature, boy. Run off and let us deal with it before it harms anyone."

Callum stood his ground, the staff gripped tightly in his paws. "He's not going to hurt anyone," he declared, surprising himself with the certainty and strength behind his words. "He just wants to live in peace."

But the badger wasn't listening. He hefted his sword awkwardly, his scar pulling at the corner of his eye as he narrowed it at Callum. With a grunt, he began to advance towards the young dog, his heavy footsteps crushing the underbrush beneath his boots. Bryan's face had gone pale with terror, anticipating his brother's imminent demise. He seemed frozen in place, caught between his role in the mob and the familial bond he shared with Callum.

Callum knew that he stood no chance against the group of angered villagers, even with his brother among them. Their primitive armor and weapons conveyed a sense of brutality, and their leader's scarred visage hinted at a life of violence. The scene had taken on a tragic air, with Callum doomed to face their wrath for the sake of defending his newfound love, Beithir.

He hears a loud thump behind him and to his right and turned to see Beithir standing there, chest puffed out and looking strangely menacing. Earlier, he would have been terrified at the sight of such a beast, but now he knew that look for what it was: purely defensive. The dragon came to protect him despite not wanting to attack the townfolk. He could have easily escaped as Callum had hoped, but instead had chosen to act.

A deep growl, almost a burbling sound, emanated from Beithir's throat as the badger continued his approach. Then the beast's jaws opened wide, releasing a gout of water. The force of the blast was propelled as Beithir's shoulders and belly rippled with effort. It struck a non-lethal blow to the badger, who was flung aside by the jet of water. Several of the other mob members were knocked off their feet as they received a glancing blow.

Just as quickly, Beithir's jaws clamped shut, staunching the water, and the beast was at his side, kneeling low. Callum knew what to do; an unspoken command to wrap his arms around the dragon's neck burst into his thoughts. In a moment, one arm encircled Beithir's neck, and he was on his back. The spine of rigid flesh running along the beast's back dipped low between its shoulder blades, making an uncomfortable but serviceable saddle.

And then they were away. The crowd disappeared behind them as Callum looked back to see his brother standing stunned and stock still as he slowly dwindled from sight. The wind whipped at Callum's face, his tufts of fur and kilt billowing out behind him as they soared over the hillocks at a breakneck pace.

He knew that this was the beginning of a new adventure and that he had found something truly special in Beithir. A connection that transcended the boundaries of their different worlds. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew there was no going back from this. He was an outcast among his own people now. But that didn't seem quite as important as his growing bond with the water dragon. His water dragon.

As they bounded over the countryside vaguely towards the sea, Callum couldn't help but feel exhilarated. The rush of wind against his face, the beating of Beithir's powerful heart beneath him, and the knowledge that he was on the cusp of something truly extraordinary filled him with a sense of purpose and determination. He had found his destiny, and he was ready to embrace it, no matter where it led him.
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