Cherries Popped








George regarded himself critically. The mirror, as always, seemed to be unfavorable to his looks, the colour of his scales was somehow muted, and his squinting eyes didn’t have the bright shimmer that was mentioned so often in the stories he read.
Sighing, George applied some polish (For that freshly molted look!) to his hands, and rubbed it over the bright green scales of his face and neck, before grabbing his backpack and bolting down the stairs.
“Mom, I’m off!” he shouted, and was already through the door when she answered - probably something like “Have a nice day!”, or “Have fun at school”, which only showed how far from reality that woman really was. 


The bus was, as usual, loud and unruly, and again as usual, George took a seat as far away from the bunch of jocks frolicking in the back seats as possible. He wasn’t one of them, and if he’d dared to get near them, he’d be called names… or, possibly, even beat up. As things went, it wasn’t too bad - he wasn’t interested in sports or girls anyway, and was quite happy to curl up in his seat and use his phone to find out what was new in the world. 


“Afraid of your first time?”
There was that ad again. The Gekko had seen it several times by now, and he silently cursed the algorithms that selected advertisements to be displayed to him. Somehow, his searches over the past weeks had triggered something inside the mother brain that picked him out for stuff like this. The problem was - it was eerily accurate. George, at 16, was still a virgin, and from the talk of his schoolmates and the stories he read online, this was definitely in the late bloomer territory. It wasn’t like that he didn’t want to, or that he wasn’t horny… hell, he jacked off at least three times a day, but that he was, indeed, scared. To do this with someone as inexperienced as himself, to be at the mercy of some clumsy attempts to force a shaft into his hole, running the risk of pain and suffering, that was something that kept George awake at night, and occupied a lot of his thinking during the daytime.


“Worried that you won’t be able to perform?”


The text had changed, and again, it hit George’s buttons perfectly. With an inaudible sigh, he moved his thumb over the ad, and pressed it.


 Afraid of your first time? Worried that you won’t be able to perform? Scared of disappointing yourself and your partner?
Don’t panic. You’re not alone. Recent studies have shown that 60% of teenagers have anxiety about losing their virginity, and the three reasons above are the main factors.  Over 30% of all mental health problems in young people are related to these groundless fears, and treating them has become a major factor in global health expenditures. 
But now, there is a solution. 
Come to us, and let your first time happen in a controlled environment, with specialists and experts who have studied and practiced long and hard to make your first experience what it should be: The best that is physically possible. It doesn’t matter what your gender is, or what kind of gender you prefer, we cater to all identities and orientations. Our experts will make sure that, when you leave, you can do so with a smile, and the reassuring feeling that your virginity wasn’t lost, but rather carefully and thoroughly removed, to allow you to enjoy your life to the fullest.
Don’t hesitate, and make an appointment right now. Or just drop in and visit us to get a feeling for who we are, and what we do. 
Best of all? It’s free.


The institute for sexual health






George stared at the screen. The text was hovering over a background of images of happy couples, holding hands and smiling at the camera. They all were young, well-groomed and looked so healthy and joyful it hurt his eyes. But, the text itself… George felt something stir in his shorts. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to talk to them. He’d get what he needed, and would be sure, after that, that he could please a partner… 
He was torn from his reverie when the buses brakes hissed with the release of compressed air, and the doors opened to discharge its load of teenagers onto the school’s yard. Whatever he was going to do… it would have to wait till this ordeal was over, but at least there was a shimmer of light - Jordan the hunky jock dragon. How many times had George thought or dreamt about him? He didn’t know anymore - far too often to count, that much was certain.




The buses arrived always on time, fifteen minutes before school started, enough time to chat with friends and find the class you needed to attend, and while the gecko sat down in his usual spot, he overheard Jordan talking about his bigger brother Ash.


“Yeah my bro now got a job, he earns quite a lot of cash but for the job you gotta be eighteen, so in two years I wanna join in.”


“Who was your bro again?” 


“Ah Ash is his name, he is my older brother...”


Georges heart nearly skipped a beat. The handsome Jordan hat a bigger brother called Ash? A bigger and maybe sexier, hotter brother Ash?


The thoughts did not escape his head, and if all the rumors and talking about dragons were true, then if he just would lose his virginity, he might be able to offer himself to Jordan and maybe later, Ash. He just hoped Ash would be as beautiful and muscular as his little brother.


A few hours later


With the loud ringing of the school bell, hell was finally over, and now George had something troubling him even more. His crush had a bigger brother, and he was still a useless virgin who would surely ruin any fun either of the dragons could possibly have with him, and while looking on his phone for the Pawtify app, he got THAT add again. The institute. Maybe he should… No, he shouldn't, but then again, what if he finally got brave enough to ask Jordan out? Dragons were huge, everyone knew that, and him being a virgin means he would have to go real slow and ruin all the fun they could have… 


With that thought in mind, he knew he had to do something. While standing next to the other furs waiting for the school bus to take them home, he took a deep breath and send his mom a text.


“Going to the city, shopping or so see ya later!”


Then, he walked down the road to the closest bus station where he could catch a bus to downtown.


“Am I crazy? Am I really going to the institute?” 


His trembling hands typed the institute’s address into his maps app. “Yeah. I’m really gonna do this.”


The place didn’t look much different from any other office building George had seen, but once the bus had left and the cloud of diesel fumes had dispersed, he was able to see the plaque next to the double doors that lead into the building. “Institute for sexual health'' it said, and below that, in smaller script, “Assistance facility”.
Well, this was it. George took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and crossed the street to enter the place where he was, hopefully, going to lose his virginity. 


The lobby was large, and tastefully decorated. A beige carpet swallowed most of the sound, and comfortable armchairs in different sizes littered the space around the central reception desk, tastefully interrupted by large, potted plants. Gentle, lounge-type music played from hidden speakers, only interrupted by the occasional ringing of a telephone. 
About two dozen teenagers were occupying the chairs, most of them looking exactly as shy and anxious as George felt, but every now and then, a smiling attendant, dressed in clean white shirts and shorts showed up, complimenting one of the candidates through doors that seemed to lead deeper into the facility. Everyone seemed to be so professional and friendly that George, whose stomach had been in a tight knot up to now, began to relax.


“Good afternoon,” the receptionist, a tall, blonde gazelle, greeted him. “What can we do for you?” She chuckled. “Just kidding. We know what we can do for you, the question is rather, do you have an appointment, or do you just want to look around?”


“Well…” George stumbled, taken aback by the openness of the gazelle, “I was… well, I know it’s spontaneous and all, but… I’d really like to… you know?”


“Hmmm.” The gazelle looked at him, then tapped some keys on her keyboard, staring intently at the screen. “Flash decision, mhm? What are you looking for… a male or a female?”


“M...Male, please… I’m… a bottom.”


“A stud, then? You’re in luck, we’re not running at capacity. We might be able to fit you in… All Right, yeah, this is going to work. Could you hand me your ID, please? I’m going to need that to prepare the papers for you.” She smiled warmly. “Sorry for that, but we need your consent, and for that…”
George nodded, and that apparently caused some relief in the receptionist. “Don’t worry, it’s only one piece of paper, and after that, no more formalities. Once you’ve signed, we’re going to do a quick examination, to make sure you’re healthy and all, and then we’re going to get you into one of our rooms.” 
Behind her, a printer began to hum, spitting out a four-paged document that the receptionist quickly stapled together, opened at the last page and offered the whole thing to George, together with a pen. 
“Just sign here…. Yes, thank you. That’s it! Take a seat and get comfy, someone will be with you in just a moment.”


Dazed, George nodded and padded away, curling up in one of the seats. He had really done it.. Now, all that was missing was the deed itself. Looking around, he tried to relax and get his racing heart under control. The place was, he decided, really nice, and soon enough, boredom began to replace his anxiety. Occasionally, he watched people leave, coming from the doors behind the reception and heading towards the exit - young people, like himself. They all looked somewhat ruffled and disheveled, but they all were… glowing from within, looking so utterly relaxed and accomplished that George couldn’t wait to experience what they had himself.


“George?” a voice next to his ear spoke softly, nearly making the gecko jump up from his seat. A young looking vixen was standing there, offering her hand. “I’m Dr. Walker,” she introduced herself, “I’m going to do a quick checkup on you, yes? Just come with me, and we’ll have this done in no time.”


The examination was nothing he hadn’t experienced before - the vixen measured his size, made him step on the scales, looked into his throat and his ears, and asked him about any conditions he might have - of which he had none.
“Well then, young man. You’re healthy as an ox, as they say, although you have no idea how many of those come in here with hoof problems… but I digress. You’re 1,75cm tall, George, and that makes you, in our terms, a size category three. Although you’re at the upper limit for that. Five centimeters taller, and you’d be a four. Now, don’t take this the wrong way, but… “
She tilted her head and smiled slyly, “Do you have someone you want to be with…? Don’t worry, it’s not obvious - it’s just that most of our customers are.”
George could only nod.


“And this someone - is he taller than you?”


“Uh….. yes, yes he is. He’s…. A dragon.”


Dr. Walker nodded. “Then, I’d recommend that you go for category four, size-wise. Dragons tend to be on the large side, and also on the rough side… As I know from personal experience. There’s nothing like a dragon…..”
She drifted off for a moment, and her smile became a bit dreamy.
“Anyway! Cat four for you then. Mary?” 
A door opened, and a bespectacled mouse peeked into the examination room. “Doctor?”
“Mary, please get this young man to room F, and prep him.” She looked at George, and blinked. “If that is okay for you. I can have a male assistant do that, if you prefer.”
George simply shook his head. He was in a daze, the whole progress too fast, too quick for him, and he felt like he was running two steps behind on the whole procedure. He simply followed the mouse when she lead him down a hallway, around a corner, and finally into a room that was nearly empty, except for a massive bench in the middle. The contraption was heavily upholstered in black leather, and had two columns underneath which looked like they were bolted to the floor.
He stripped when he was told to, and settled onto the bench when the mouse showed him how. He didn’t even protest when two sturdy belts were slung over his back and securely fastened to the contraption, listening only with half an ear to what the mouse was babbling about safety for both him and the stud, securing him against sudden movements and the like. 
He only came to his senses when the mouse left, closing the door with the words, “And your stud will be with you in just a few minutes.”


The room was warm enough, so he didn't feel cold, and at first it was very quiet, but then he heard the opening of a door in the room next to him.
There was a connecting door between the rooms, and it had a filling of frosted glass - he couldn’t see anything but lights and shadows, however, he could make out a large silhouette, broad shouldered and with a long neck. A horse, no doubt about it. There were the sounds of conversation, muffled at first, but then, as the horse stepped away from the door and moved into the center of the room, one voice became louder and more desperate. Shouting came next, and then… a long, animalistic scream, high-pitched and piercing, the unmistakable sound of pure agony. 


George could feel his stomach knotting up again as he watched the play of light and shadow through the door. The large, unfocused shadow of the horse was moving rhythmically now, each movement bringing with it a new, whimpering scream. Clearly, someone was being fucked over there, and it was neither gentle nor pleasant for whomever was tied to the bench. The horse, however, didn’t seem to care, but kept thrusting, putting more and more effort into his athletic movements. 


It didn’t take long before the screams increased in volume once more, causing the horse to stop for a moment. George watched as the shadow bent forward, the long snout disappearing in the black mass that was the bench, only to rise up to its impressive height again. He could see the horse shaking his head, and then… the shadow slammed forward, forcing out the loudest and most desperate scream yet, a wail that ended as abruptly as it had begun. 
George swallowed dryly. It was silent now, except for the faint, wet slapping of flesh hitting flesh, and the occasional muted neigh of the horse, until there was a whinny, and then … nothing. 
He watched the shadowy figure withdraw, taking a few steps back before approaching the door to his room.


The sight that was revealed when the door was opened was gruesome. The stallion stood at least two and a half meters tall, his broad shoulders filling the door’s frame nearly completely. Sweat was matting down the greyish-white fur of his face and his neck, but further down… it was sticky redness that clung to the stallion’s pelt. A horrifyingly massive shaft, still half hard, dangled from between the stallion’s legs, slapping into his blood-covered thighs with each of his steps, and past the figure, George could see a breeding bench just like his. A dog was tied to it, maybe a year older than himself, the body broader and with much softer curves. Gently, his golden fur rolled over the dog’s chubby body, the labrador clearly no one to play sports or chase after frisbees with his friends. Now, of course, he wouldn’t chase anything anymore, because from between the dog’s legs, there flowed a stream of blood and cum, trickling out of an impossibly large hole right under the dog’s tail. George could see that the dog was still breathing - there was pink foam that covered his nose, foam that expanded and contracted slowly, until, just as he watched, it became still.


The white and red stallion walked into the room, not paying any attention to the bound reptile or the now dead dog, he only picked up the documents from the foot of the bench and read through it.


“George? Well good for you - I just came, so I can fuck a good bit longer before you’re done.”


“WHAT? No! I don't wanna die”


“Hmmm? You signed the papers, right? If you did, then you should have read that you won't have any control over who fucks you or how hard. Hell, you don't even have a say if you live or die here, and you can be happy I only fuck you to death. The bears a few rooms down from here have a thing for crushing people ...”


“I DON'T WANT TO DIE, LET ME GO!”


“Jeeze, you really don't want a horse to fuck you, hm?”


“No I don't! Please, I only wanted to lose my virginity and then date a dragon, not this!”


With a sigh, the stallion said, “Well alright. I wont fuck you. I’ll inform one of the staff members that a stallion is not what you want.”


Turning around and leaving the room, he left George all alone, and apart from his own breath, the only thing George could hear was the constant dribble of blood and cum from the dog’s dead body. Then, he could hear soft pats, echoing in the hallway behind him. They slowly got louder and louder, meatier pads turning into thumps, until the door swung open. Looking behind him, he saw red scales, and an impossible huge body too. It was a dragon - but a feral one.


“Hello little gecko, I was told you were not happy with stallions. I mean, I get you. Too small, am I right?” Bellowing with laughter, he stepped over to the gecko and stood above him.


“Just so we are clear, you choose badly. I am far larger than a horse and you will die horribly.” The dragon grinned, a fat evil grin that showed his pearly white sharp teeth. He walked in front of the gecko.


“See this?” he asked, showing off his meter long fuck stick, “This will go all the way through you,” he said with his dark laughter again, then he looked at the gecko and casually said, “Name’s Ash, by the way, what’s yours?”


“NOOOOOOO, LET ME GOOOOOO”


“NOOOOO is your name? Not a very good one if you ask me,” he chuckled then took a hold of the documents laying on the table. “Ah, George is your name. Well good to know ya.”


George was dizzy. This didn’t go along the plan at all. “Gentle and experienced”, the ad had said. But while the dragon might be experienced, he most certainly would not be gentle.
“Ash?” George blurted out, “Did you say your name was Ash?”


“Mhm, yess, that’s me,” came the reply from the dragon, who had, by now, folded the papers away and stacked them neatly on a table at the other end of the room.


“I… I know your brother! Jordan… I’m going to the same school as he is!”


“Oh? How nice for you. Little Jordan, he is so cute….”


Ash had brought himself into position behind George now, and had lowered his head to get a closer look at George’s behind. “Mhm…. you’re a tiny one. But don’t fear. I’ve had smaller.”


If gekkos could sweat, George would be drenched by now, but all he could do was shiver. The words gave him a small measure of hope, though. “You…. you had? How did that work?”


“With a lot of force, little one. Don’t worry. I’ll have you cracked open in just a minute.”
With a dark, deep chuckle, Ash pushed himself forward, now straddling the bench and it’s occupant, his massive shaft swinging behind his hind legs, slowly stiffening and rising to align the tip with its intended target.
“Ash… please! WAIT!”


George shouted the plea, he could already feel the mass of the dragon above him, and the heat that radiated from the fencepole-like meat that was, no doubt, way too big for him.
“Mhmm? Why?” Ash said, but didn’t stop. He wriggled his behind a bit, and … there it was, the little tailstar kissing his tip, the muscle flexing and twitching so invitingly.
“Ash, PLEASE!! I only came here so… so I could… I could date Jordan.” 
George was sniffeling by now. He knew that if Ash fucked him, there would be no dates in his future, not with Jordan, nor with anyone else. He wanted to get in bed with a dragon, but not… not like this.


“Ahaha. You? With my little brother? Listen, lizard…..” Ash’s voice became darker, and the next words were almost growled. “You know what my little brother does with wimps like you? He brings them home. For me. And when they barf out their intestines, and their skin is tight like a condom around my dick, he jacks off onto them…. That’s what little Jordan loves to do. So….either way…. You’re dragon fodder, wimp.”


And with that, Ash leaned forward. The tip of his shaft pressed against George’s opening, hard and unyielding like a cone of hardwood, and with the same indifference with which a knife slices through a piece of butter, it began to spread him apart. 


George screamed. The pain was indescribable, it felt like he was torn apart… but that would have been one moment, one explosion of pain, and then relief. This, however, didn’t stop. Millimeter by millimeter, the tip was forced into him, stretching, tearing and ripping, a non-stop crescendo of torture that never stopped, never relented. Hundreds of tiny tears began to open up between the gekko’s soft scales, the underlying skin expanding to accommodate the great dragon’s weapon. But it didn’t split. More and more Ash fed into the little being underneath him with constant, unrelenting pressure, just slow enough to let the gekko conform to him… to submit to his power, and to succumb to his size. It took more than a minute until the tip finally went in completely, the overstretched skin snapping shut behind it with the force of a rat trap, a feeling that tickled a contentet purr from the dragon, and a hectic gasp for air from George.
“There….” Ash rumbled, “That was your cherry. You’re officially no virgin anymore. Your second cherry… comes later.”


George was dizzy with pain. His whole lower half felt like it was on fire, set aflame by the red-hot piece of iron that was burning inside his ring. Every so often, he felt a small eruption taking place, followed by searing hot liquid spreading around inside him. The dragon, he guessed, liked the feeling of being trapped inside such a tight confinement, and was flooding him with pre.
He didn’t dare to ask what the dragon meant with that second cherry, and he didn’t want to know - all he wanted was for Ash to pull out, and walk away. But of course, that didn’t happen. Instead, he felt the dragon move and shift his feet, heard him snort… and then, the fucking began.


With short, hard bucks, Ash began to hammer his shaft deeper into the gekko. Like a carpenter hammering in a nail, he drove the column of flesh that was his shaft into his victim, each thrust gaining a millimeter or two of depth. Soon enough, the shaft began to grow wider again, and the tip, already lodged deep inside the gekko, began to strain against his belly from the inside. Each ramming was followed by an agonized scream coming from Georges mouth, and a short grunt from Ash. 
“I wonder…. What’s going… to break… first….” Ash grunted between his blows, “Your… fucking… pelvis… or… your intestine…”


Then Ash suddenly stopped moving just for a moment, “You done with the next one?”


“Nah just wanted to watch.” The voice was familiar to George but he didn't know why.
But when he heard the *Clop Clop Clop* of hooves on the floor he knew who came back, the giant white stallion who had offed the chubby lab in the next room, and with a whimper, he tried to plead again. 


“Please! I don't wanna die, and not like the dog there!” 
Both dragon and stallion laughed at that, it was always so amusing when they started to beg. The huge horse walked to the front to look George straight into the eyes as Ash began to slowly push forwards again, his eyes widened just as his insides were straightened further by the dragons mighty shaft.


“Why bother cleaning yourself?” Ash asked the pearly white stallion.
“Because I want to make a good impression on the prey,” Thunder said with a smile, and indeed, the stallion was nice and clean, with not a single spec of blood left on him, and his stallionhood was hidden inside its sheath as well.
“So, Georgy-Boy, this is what you wanted, isn't it? A dragon to fuck you.” With another smile, he walked forwards and brought his mouth near George’s ear. 
“Just this dragon doesn’t stop till your dead.”


This was the point where George just began to cry, he knew there was no surviving this, he was doomed, and would be fucked to death by Ash’s giant dick.


“Awwww, look, you made him cry” Ash chuckled and mocked the little lizard while his massive shaft just kept going deeper and deeper, and at the same time ripped more and more of the lizards ring. George began to struggle and move around, but the sturdy leather straps holding him to the breeding bench were designed to withstand far bigger and stronger than him.


“You wanna step back, Thunder? I’m about to pop his second cherry” the dragon rumbled, and George didn’t like the sound of that at all. At this point, every mention of the word “popping” or “cherry” was not only ominous, but outright horrifying.
How right he was he learned a moment later, when the dragon demonstrated his true strength for the first time. Pulling back slightly, he held himself still for a moment before using the incredible power of his hind legs to catapult himself forward, ramming half of his length into the unlucky gecko with the force of a runaway train. Pain burned through George like a rising sun, this time not emanating from his abused behind, but from a place very near the center of his body, where just moments before, the dragons tip had been straining against the confines of his intestine, and which was now occupied by the upper third of his shaft. He screamed again, but all that escaped his muzzle was a strangled cough, followed by the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.
“That’s it….” growled Ash, far above the bench, “I fucking love lizards… he’s still tight, that little motherfucker. Tough as rubber, the little scalies… he’ll still be awake when I fuck his head off.”


“Well, you owe Zeus now, don't forget that.” The dragon rolled his eyes. “I know, I know, but you know I can’t let a lizard get away unfucked. Thes little fuckers are lucky that I can’t just rape all of them to death.” 


Apart from pained coughs, George couldn't do anything but listen in on the two and wonder who Zeus would be. “Oh right! Georgy here doesn't know who Zeus is, well let me show you.” Pulling his phone from a drawer under the table, he looked through several videos stored on the phone, and then showed George the screen. It displayed something like an old motel, then the video cut to one of the rooms where an absolute gargantuan black stallion was fucking a helpless fox to death. The pained screams were far too loud for the phone speakers to handle, making them crackle and clip, but then the video cut again and showed the now dead fox, with his hole wide open and bleeding from it and the mouth as well.


“Good ol’ Zeus,” Ash chuckled, and then shook his head like a wet dog. “Enough of this. I want to get my rocks off.” 
He pulled back once more, and then, the rutting commenced. Driving into the gekko with long, smooth strokes, the dragon’s cock pounded into Georges innards like a giant fist, bulging the scaled skin from the inside out. There was no mercy or gentleness in the dragon’s fucking, he simply used the lizard as a fleshlight, a soft and warm hole that was wrapped up in tough, but elastic skin, each thrust reshaping flesh and organs into a pouch that was perfectly molded to Ash’s immense organ. 
Thunder just leaned back against a wall and watched his buddy work. It was always amazing to watch the feral move, he was so good at using his weight and strength to his advantage, and yet, the dragon had the skill to prevent his playthings from ripping apart immediately. Despite his size, he had managed to sink half of his length into the much smaller gekko, and for now, there was surprisingly little blood - just the solid coating on the shaft, and the trickle that ran down from Georges mouth.
But he could also see that Ash was getting closer to his climax. The signs were there - the half-closed eyes, the twitching tail, the clawing and kneading of his forepaws… and so, Thunder wasn’t at all surprised when Ash suddenly turned his head. “Hold his muzzle shut for me, will ya? Gonna pump him full.”
Thunder was only too happy to oblige. He had heard about this, but never witnessed in person, and he had been curious for this for a long time. With a quick step, he closed in on the victim again, and forced the gekkos gasping mouth shut, clamping it tightly with both hands. Only moments later, Ash roared loud enough to make the doors rattle, and his balls began to contract visibly. Long, hot jets of cum were erupting deep inside George, shot after shot gurgling into the little space that was not claimed by the dragon’s killer cock, the pressure so great that his belly began to expand almost instantly. There simply was no way for the flood to escape - the lizards muzzle was held securely shut, and his rear, as torn and ripped as it was, was still sealed due to the dragons girth. Slowy, George could feel the cum rise in his throat, compressing his lungs, and worst of all, stretching his belly out far enough to actually lift him from the breeding bench, forcing him into the belts that held him down.


George felt his skin creaking. He couldn’t breathe anymore, he couldn’t move anymore, and despite his muscles aching in oxygen-depleted protest, the tension and pressure from his insides were still the worst and most alarming sensation he experienced. Dimly, he heard a second, even louder roar from above him, but then, the world dissolved into a pink explosion.


Ash knew exactly what he was doing. He was still cumming, still filling the little shit with his seed, when he tightened his muscles and, with another roar, thrust forward once more. Half of his shaft was still out in the air, and the lizard was still alive - he could feel the little heart beating against his tip, frantic, but strong, and he had decided it was enough. With a horrible, wet sound, Georges pelvis snapped in two places at once as the base of the dragon’s cock drove it apart like a splitting wedge, and at the same time, at the other end, Thunder’s hand was simply pushed away by the massive explosion of pink cum that was propelled forward by the dragon’s thrust. Cum burst from Georges mouth and nostrils, small trickles even making their way through his ears just before Ash’s tip arrived in the gekkos throat. Driven forward by the weight and inertia of Ash’s whole body, there was simply no time for Georges head to tilt and let it escape, instead, it dug itself deep into the cartilage and bone of the Gekkos skull, and still, this was not enough to stop the momentum. With a meaty, wet sound, Georges neck stretched, and then ripped clean off, the head impaled on Ash’s tip like a gruesome trophy, while the body now truly covered the shaft like a condom. Blood and cum streamed from the open wound, while the head itself was dripping like a wet towel, still fed by the afterglow of the dragon’s climax. 


“Fuck.” Thunder shook his head, staring at the display with a mixture of disbelief and awe. “Just… fuck. Wow. You ripped his fucking head off…..”


“Thought I felt something there,” Ash replied, panting hard. He wouldn’t admit it, but the whole procedure had taken some effort, even for him.


“Now I gotta go and shower again… but hell, that was worth it. Cleanup crew is gonna hate you though, they didn’t get the show, but still get all the mess.”


“Heh. If they complain, I’m gonna pop their cherries too… What’s on your list next?”


“Some feline. I just hope they put the socks on him, I hate it when they scratch…. But fuck me. I love it when we get to stand in for the smaller studs.”


The end