[center][b]Jaggath Has A Cow[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center]



Jaggath swooped down without warning, plummeting out of nowhere to pin the cow to the ground. The rest of the herd scattered, three small stampedes in different directions. The enormous teal dragon paid the fleeing bovines no mind. He had what he wanted already.

Beginning to recover from the startling impact, the cow struggled under the claws of the turquoise-scaled beast. Pointless thrashing. The animal made no headway at all against the dragon’s grip. 

Jaggath only watched in amusement as the animal under his front claws wore itself out. Without much difficulty he lifted it in one claw, rolling himself into his back in the field. Frightened all over again by losing contact with the ground the cow’s bellowing and thrashing redoubled themselves. He shifted his grip, hooking a claw under each of the cow’s rear legs to hold it like a sandwich.

His head lifted on his long, serpentine neck to look over his prize. Especially its rear end. Jaggath couldn’t get enough of eyeing up lesser beasts’ intimates. He ogled the struggling bovine’s backside appreciatively; this heifer had a rather nice ass to look at by his reckoning. There was a nice tight little tailhole over the elongated, wrinkly snatch. The dragon figured she counted as a MILF by cattle standards. And that full udder swayed nicely, to boot.

He ducked his head under the swatting tail and got a nice long taste of the panicking cow’s nether regions, lapping lewdly over the flat expanse of beef butt. One fork of his tongue cheerfully dug into the animal’s pussy with a wet squelch.

Dragon society, such as it was with such independent creatures, viewed this sort of crude entertainment as undignified. Naturally, that didn’t stop any dragon who was interested in the first place, and Jaggath cared even less than most about appearances. If he weren’t easily five times the Holstein cow’s size and certain to rip her open, he would swing her around and bury himself in her calf factory until he painted that womb white.

As it was, the massive dragon had other ideas. Kinkier ideas. With a last admiring look at the spit-sheened rear, he started to lower the animal. Back legs splayed to the side he curled forward to press the lowing animal between them. He maneuvered that swinging head up against his own tailhole, and pushed.

Having lubed with a barrel of oil earlier, Jaggath easily accepted the cow’s whole head right into his back passage. Naturally it freaked out all over again. Its frantic neck-movements rubbed around his rim and he churred in appreciation. The knowledge that the cow was straining for air, able to breath only the musk of his asshole while it tried in vain to escape his grip, made his cock stir from its slit. 

For long minutes he savored the cow’s jerking movements. His hardening cock extended to its full length, shaft grinding against the holstein’s front. Jaggath played with her like that, moving the cow up and down to rub the tip of his cock against her udder and her head up and down in his anus. 

To his delight her cow-cunt was soon visibly dripping under the influence of Jaggath’s heavy ass-scent. Not a universal reaction, but nonetheless one the turquoise dragon had seen many times and adored each and every time. He rewarded her arousal with another tonguing, curling further to reach without releasing her head.

When her struggles weakened from the lack of untainted oxygen he pulled back and removed the cow from his ass with a wet noise. Dazed, the heifer no longer resisted as he ground her slickened rear over the front of his cock a few times, then lowered her again- this time in a different orientation. 

The confused cow found itself butt to butt with the enormous dragon. His pink cock throbbing behind it, Jaggath pushed the cow against his oiled tailhole, letting the pressure of body against body build just for the fun of it. Until he bore down with his inner muscles, and his enormous tailhole opened over the bovine backside.

He eased the cow into his well-practiced rectum gradually, letting out a rumbling groan of gratification. She bellowed her startlement again when her fat udder caught against his rim for a minute, and then his greased rim slipped over the turgid milksack all at once. Halfway inside him, the dizzy domesticated mammal tried to crawl forward. Neither the free front legs nor the buried back hooves could get any purchase against the claws wrapped around her chest and the ass gaping around her.

Even so, Jaggath paused. The hopeless escape attempt pressed her rear up against her insides and nudged his prostate. Not surprising, of course. That organ was a large target, being easily half the heifer’s mass inside him. His cock drooled a stream of clear precum onto his belly in response.

But she was still a little off target. So when he was done enjoying that burst of energy he started pressing inward again. With a deft movement of his foreclaws he folded the cow’s front legs into him and shoved her in until she was buried in his asshole up to the neck.

This was what he came out here for, to have a warm body stuck inside him. Fighting his tailhole’s grip. He clenched down, tightening his rim into a halter around the cow’s neck. Now that he had a hold on his cow toy, he could unbend and lay back into the soft pasture to really enjoy having her there. She’d found her second wind, and was trying to free herself by pushing forward. To no avail except the shocks of soft pleasure she sent through him. 

That was it. One claw reached down once again. Not for the cow, but for the dragon’s throbbing, dripping erection. Jaggath gathered pre into his palm and rubbed it over his hardon. Began stroking. The dragon masturbated like that, spasms of pleasure tightening internal muscles at random to fight against the bovine’s erratic escape attempts. Once or twice the bellowing cow was sucked in so only her muzzle peeked out of the scaled pucker before she gained ground again.

Jaggath worked himself carefully, edging to draw out this pleasure. Once, he came close and almost climaxed. Not yet ready he pulled his scaled forelimb away, trembling and leaking. If the cow had happened to make another spirited escape attempt at that moment he would have gone off with nothing he could do. Instead he wavered on that edge while the delicate sensation of the cow’s ribcage expanding and contracting, her very breathing threatening to send him over.

He started stroking again a moment later, ever so careful not to grip himself too hard and end this experience before he was ready.

At some point Jaggath became aware of noises. Words. He opened his eyes and glanced down… Ah. 

One of the little people. Perhaps, or even probably, the keeper of this herd. The little idiot was yelling, shaking a tiny fist at Jaggath. No doubt going on some tirade about… oh, take your pick: Masturbating in his fields, frightening the cows, using one of those cows as a masturbation aid.  

It was hilarious. The dragon could easily crush them with one claw. But Jaggath decided to do something else.

Feeling himself rise to another peak, he rolled onto his side toward the angry little man. Instead of slowing down he sped up, roughly pleasuring himself until an instant later he came. The herder saw what was happening an instant before the climax hint. Which is to say, much too late.

The torrent of cum hit them in the back and washed them down into a shallow depression in the field. Internal spasms squeezed the cow with each pump, startling her into a new bout of thrashing that intensified the orgasm further. When it ended, Jaggath was grinning down into a new pond of dragon jizz in which the rancher was floating and sputtering.

Still chuckling in amusement, Jaggath came to all fours and turned around. He crouched over the new pool of his own release as if it was a privy. He luxuriantly squeezed, passing the cow out to land face first in the cum pond with a splash. Thus finished ‘relieving’ himself, Jaggath leapt into the air to find a nice quiet place to sleep off the afterglow, leaving a furiously cursing farmer and terribly confused cow swimming in dragon jizz.



[center]The End[/center]