Lost In Translation
by
Varien Quill

Waking up in an unfamiliar environment is usually linked to something unwanted or terrifying. Often both. And in this example, one reason for sudden rouse was nothing more but warm sun rays, bombarding fuzzy cheeks of the sleeping individual.
When he eventually opened his eyes, he noticed it wasn't any of his familiar surroundings. Instead of views of his apartment and urban sounds usually heard in the distance, a tropical island and a gigantic pool welcomed him near a luxury hotel. He was actually still lying on the chair, completely free of any clothing. Then he finally remembers.
The bull-lion hybrid wasn't kidnapped or mysteriously teleported here against his will. He just still couldn't believe his luck, after winning a lottery and getting a fantastic vacation in this tropical resort, escaping all the troubles in his usual, mundane life. He looked at the water nearby, enjoying the azure color of it and inviting coolness. But he had other things he wanted to try.
Soup, as it was his nickname because of how his species were called, still couldn't understand any of the words that locals were saying. Not even an app on his phone was any help, mostly because of their strong accent and plethora of various dialects these people were operating with. Even so, he could communicate without speech, just using his hands and gestures to get what he wants.
And after being just for two days, he noticed that locals weren't much talkative, even beyond themselves, like they were communicating with their minds alone, which wasn't true. Probably it was more intimate since, in their language, this island was called a Lagoon of Love. Or at least that's what the brochure insisted.
Soup felt a sudden hunger invading his stomach and decided to look around for something to gnaw on with his feline teeth. When he eventually stood up, could swear that some gazes turned towards his bare figure, although not directly, pretending that they weren't looking straight at his impressive parts. And those were indeed something.
Apart from being muscular, practically shaped like a typical bodybuilder, barely anyone was built like the hybrid. It was a possibility that locals were only looking at his bull parts, mainly two impressively long horns on his lion head or the obviously bovine hooves. But nobody could deny how large his sack beneath the large sheath was. Two hefty orbs would bounce every time he took a stroll outside the hotel, smiling to himself with confidence and pure pride, sometimes taking a nap in the shadows of a nearby palm tree.
Of course, he wasn't the only one who decided about his attire, or rather, its absence. While this wasn't a nudist resort, people of this island treated clothing as a prison, hiding the true beauty of their physique. If this wasn't the best example of body positivity, then Soup didn't know a better one.
The hybrid was convinced that looks while not exactly intrusive, were turned towards his junk. Whenever he passed someone, either a salamander girl or gecko male, their eyes were averted below bull-lion's waist, even if it was only for less than a second. It fueled his ego making him full of himself quickly. Instead of trying to not expose himself, he made sure that his lower parts were visible, slapping audibly against his bulky thighs. And rather often it made him aroused enough to move his member out of its hiding, also adding to erotic view.
But since the hunger won with his lust, the hybrid approached the nearby barbeque stand, which smells were so inviting, as a hand-shaped smoke waved towards him. A chameleon chef who wore nothing but an apron smiled at Soup, while his eyes moved on their own, one towards bull-lion's heavy jewels and the other to his face. He spoke, but the guest couldn't understand any of it, but since it was probably a question, he looked closer at the grill.
Soup couldn't recognize any of the meats or fruits, even one that was obviously a fish was extremely exotic, shaped like a halberd.  He pointed towards something that looked like a steak, but it couldn't be made from any of the land creatures. But since he was on the island, he had to eat the same thing as locals, without complaining about it.
After getting his meal, Soup sat alone at the wooden table, noticing he got a flatbread instead of utensils. Shrugging about it, he placed the meat on it, making some kind of sandwich from it. Or a hot dog. And this time, he was more than sure that someone gazed upon him, directly and with no remorse.
At the pool bar, an orange-scaled dragon leaned against the counter, looking at the bull-lion, between two of his muscular, broad legs. Not even trying to avert his look, just making eye contact with his impressive junk. Most people would feel annoyed by such a situation, but Soup clearly wasn't one of them. Smirking a bit, he pointed at his crotch with both of his hands.
"Jealous? You wish you had something like these, lizard?. He said, fully knowing he couldn't be heard or understood, so he didn't care. But apparently, the dragon took it as an invitation, quirking an eyebrow before that. The hybrid even moved his thighs, making heavy orbs juggle around. What a surprise he felt when the winged creature approached him.
"Hey, it was just a joke. You didn't have to come over, man..." he started, but apparently, the dragon was also one local. His voice, while melodic and not exactly fitting with his physique, replied to him, while taking a seat. Bull-lion tried to endure this awkward conversation, finishing his meal while the other, vaguely invited guest watched him eat.
"You're so handsome, an outsider. Do all of your people have such massive dicks?". The dragon continued, while his unusually soft voice made even risque words a musical note, teasing other's ears. Like a serenade, full of lust and vulgarity.
"Whatever you say." The hybrid nodded, while the dragon only laughed, taking it as a yes. A comedy of errors and misunderstanding. And it was just the beginning.
After finishing the snack, Soup leaned back on the chair, giving the dragon a better view of his lower half, especially the soft, long member resting on pair of massive balls. Like a dragon, guarding its eggs. While it was something that bull-lion wasn't used to, he still enjoyed such attention. And maybe it will be something else too?
"You know, I think I cracked the code. I know why you people are running around naked. Just look at you, barely anything between your legs. Just a slit and nothing else. Even your females rarely have tits, so what to show? But it's cool, whatever floats your boat." Soup ranted for a while, glancing over at his companion, who could only smile and nod. Maybe not understanding each other is sometimes bliss? Just smile and nod instead of starting a fight. 
"You speak such a brute language, I love it. Sounds like barbarian warriors, when they were conquering the world around them. Filled with power and strength." The dragon was obviously impressed by this tourist, not only by his looks. So fascinating. Yet, he wanted more than just stare, knowing it would probably be too rude to ask. Besides, that bull-lion could misinterpret his words.
While this conversation wasn't getting anywhere, Soup felt content, enjoying such beautiful language and just a nice, relaxing time together. But since nothing lasts forever, hybrid left, nodding gently at the dragon. But before he could stand up, bull-lion was halted by the local. Hybrid stared at him with a puzzled look on his feline face.
"Stay. I wanted to ask if I can touch your amazing gems, friend. Hold them for a while." While speaking, he made gestures towards the tourist's crotch, cupping the air with his hands, while giving his sack a hungry look. The bull-lion was astonished by such bold move, shocked by that proposition. Back in his country, someone would get arrested for that. But they were here, in a different culture. Plus, this would probably boost his ego even further.
Soup nodded enthusiastically, moving his chair further back to give the lizard better access to his body. But instead of from now on touching his member and sack just like that, he instead dropped on his knees, worshipping bovine legs. The dragon wanted to leave the main course for a moment, focusing on other, less sexualized parts of his muscular, almost divine body, like an ancient hero or demigod just visited their tiny island in glory. Soup didn't complain, being only slightly disappointed, but at least he would get more attention since they weren't alone. Other cold-blooded creatures were staring as well during their relaxing time, some discretely while others peering over both males. 
"Yeah, I'm a half bull. But probably you don't see many mammals here anyway, huh? But when you're finished, the main event is waiting for you." Just after his words, hybrid's semi-hard cock twitched in anticipation, still laying on top of his gigantic orbs, hidden in a stretched-out sack.
Dragon ruffled his pointy fingers against the brown fur, which ended just below the knees where the rest of the feline body started. He averted his attention towards strong thighs, touching each of carefully chiseled muscles, like an artisan itself sculptured them, not just a workout at the gym. It was now much harder for him to ignore hybrid's member and balls since all of them were spreading rather intoxicating scents. A heavy, musky smell invaded the tiny nostrils of his lizard snout. Just like the food which Soup already ate, his organs were inviting as well.
Dragon's plans suddenly changed. The simple worshipping wouldn't be enough for the hungry male, who wanted something more. A peak of adoration and love. And what could be stronger than consuming someone you truly love, even if it was someone you just met?
Before touching his sack, the dragon looked up at the bull-lion, pointing at his own opened maw and tongue, then at the tourist himself. Soup misinterpreted that, since who on Earth would ask if they could devour the other living being?
"Oh yeah, you can lick me, buddy. Massage me, touch me, whatever. But it was a long day and introduction, so start with these maybe. They are waiting..." Soup said, while touching his own, still twitching member, then flicking one of his hefty orbs. Dragon's eyes widened, sighing in relief, not believing what just happened. A dream came true!
Winged, orange scaled lizard cupped both of the majestic gems far above hybrid's crotch, stretching out the skin. He raised it to the sky like an offering to the gods above, before extending his thin, long tongue and wrapping it whole around both of the musky scented orbs. The taste itself was divine, acting as a powerful drug, changing his abilities of perception. He couldn't stop, licking off each drop of sweat, while groaning to himself melodically, like he was a part of an angelic chorus.
Bull-lion placed his previously idle hands on both of his own thighs, like a monarch who came back from the long battle, now sitting on a throne, served by his loyal subjects. It was close to such a scene since the dragon wanted to do everything for his current mate. At least for now.
His scaly hands wandered around hybrid's stomach, touching perky abs, before returning to his magnificent, now a fully hard member, stroking full length up and down. Not even looking at it, the lizard knew how impressive that meaty rod was by simply touching it. Cherishing it. The dragon was ready to die, for just the simple pleasure of getting all of it inside him.
Bull-lion started panting, turned on by the heat of arousal and by the sun rays as well. While the crowd was still subtle with their stares, Soup still enjoyed such attention, not even trying to invite these scaly people closer, even if they understood his gestures. But only he was oblivious to the fact of what will happen next.
Dragon patiently licked his testicles clean, eventually putting both of them inside his deep maw, slowly closing it around them. Inner walls of his mouth massaged the sack, while dragon sucked on it gently while hybrid clearly felt like something strong was pulling on it, stretching it now to its hard limit. 
"Whoa there, buddy. You're getting rough, don't you think? But I like it anyway..." He said it, not wanting to stop such treatment. A small bit of pain didn't hurt anyone in the long run after all. Or at least he thought that. 
Dragon's claw closed too as well, tightening around member like a glove, adding to more pleasure out of tough love. It was nothing that Soup experienced in his life, enjoying every second, wanting more than that.
because bull-lion didn't give him much attention, he couldn't see a strange, ominous glint in the lizard's eye, like something sinister was about to happen. Fixated only on himself and feeding on his own ego, Soup was unaware of the dragon's rather obvious plans. And everyone else around knew the truth, meaning only the bull-lion was stupidly oblivious.
Something started to audibly snap. The overly painfully stretched skin broke, snipping itself one scrap by one like a weak clothing material. Soup, too focused on his own pleasure, clearly enjoyed having two of his hefty, full organs so deep inside someone's mouth, getting past the throat as well. Another groan escaped the dragon's maw, getting hungrier with each second.
The whole, the majestic scrotum was now hanging past the lizard's uvula, threatened by razor-sharp teeth and incoming demise. Bull-lion orbs were hanging like a sacrifice, so close to his empty, ravenous stomach.
Incredibly close to orgasm, Soup felt heavy drops of his pre-cum trailing down his rock-hard, violently throbbing cock before landing on the lizard's snout. He never felt like that ever before, feeling the incoming orgasm, which in his mind will serve as a majestic souvenir. 
Grinning to himself, the dragon finally closed his maw with brutal strength, sinking his teeth into thinly stretched skin with incredible ease, slowly ripping it apart. Each part of it, including veins and tubes, which were still transporting semen for one final time.
When the massive orbs eventually left the bull-lion's muscular body, he growled to the sky with pure bliss, shooting long ropes of thick jizz all around them, landing on the table and both of their naked, warm bodies with each throb of Soup's flared cock. 
Those divine, out-of-this-world balls were the largest ones in the dragon’s long life. Without comparison, it wasn’t possible to find orbs even remotely as big and heavy, incredibly delicious. The lizard was astonished by the fact that this bull-lion would willingly give them away. But he was thankful for that.
The dragon wanted to savior this meal, but sadly for him, both crown jewels already fall down his throat, landing in the ravenous belly, filling the previously empty void. But the lizard still didn't have enough of it. now demanding much more.
Before the hybrid noticed an obvious lack of his balls, still stunned from such powerful orgasm, the dragon attacked again, wrapping his long maw around the slowly softening, still sticky from the white substance member. Bull-lion welcomed it, sure that his mate only wanted to clean him up, treating him like a proper guest. If only he knew it was the last time he was his own manhood ever again.
After licking the tasty fluids out of his enlarged member, the dragon became more impatient, not wanting to toy with him anymore. When the tip teased his dangling uvula, the lizard chomped on the twitching piece of meat on the base, severing it completely with one swift movement like a scalpel. He swallowed it completely, before standing up, looking at the groaning, convulsing bull. He finally felt the pain, now in shock, covering his crotch, smooth like a doll. Was he still dreaming? He had to!
In the dragon's mind, this was inevitable. Usually, devouring someone's genitals was an act of love, potency, and fertility, even if it sounded rather contradictory. Despite that, the scale predator didn't have enough of the lovable, precious bovine and feline hybrid.
While Soup kneeled before the winged lizard, not able to talk or even think for himself, the dragon placed his firm hands on his bare skin. There wasn't anything sinister in his eyes anymore. And his smile was genuine as well. But he had to do this, to fulfill his dreams.
The previously eaten masculine parts gave him strength, now able to pick up the heavy bull-lion with ease. Soup didn't even try to fight, silently accepting his fate, breathing deeply and covering space between his thigh with shame.
Dragon's maw opened wider than before, dislocating his powerful jaw. He shoved the upper part of the bull-lion's body down his throat and eventually stomach as well. Moaning in ecstasy, the lizard spread his wings and arms while devouring the rest of his delicious, potent body, like he was putting a show on everyone else.
And just like it started, it ended abruptly, as nothing happened. Other people went back to their business, except the dragon, who seemed to enter some sort of trance.
Naked, standing like a statue, he was reminiscent of what happened just minutes ago. 
And will never forget it.