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Was again supposed to be 2k-3k words. Got into world building and scene setting. Ended up over 5k. When will I learn my lesson? Not today, apparently.
In this story, Megera is out on a camping trip to a northern peninsula. On the first morning, she wakes up early to do some trails on her own and is stalked by a gemstone dragon who recognizes that she's invaded his territory. Now she has to appease him if she wants to get back to camp safely!
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All Trails Lead to Dragons
\tMegera woke up bright and early in her tent. She didn't sleep particularly well, as she only had a simple blanket to unfurl under her to protect her back from the imperfect bumps in the grass at the camp site. That was fine. She was only here for a couple nights and she'd be able to handle a less than ideal sleeping situation for a couple days if it meant she got to walk the trails of the north peninsula.
\tThis wasn't the sort of excursion she got to enjoy often, but when her friends asked her to join them on a weekend camping trip she couldn't say no!
\tMost of the trip was about the camping and less about the hiking but she knew her friends wouldn't be up until well after sunrise so she had a few hours on her own before she had to worry about social interactions. Pure serene bliss. She wasn't the anti-social type but she needed to balance alone time and social time or she'd get exhausted quickly. This morning was alone time.
\tShe yawned and stretched while still wrapped up in her sleeping bag, tail swishing between her legs. She was in an excellent mood, even if her back was a bit sore from sleeping on the ground with only a single blanket padding her slumber. After unzipping her sleeping bag, she delicately put the blanket back in place so it was a perfect rectangle while shuffling about to decide what she wanted to do next. There was a neatly folded stack of clothes next to her pack, which also had her phone and headphones resting on top.
\tThis far out in the wilderness nobody was going to care if she went for her morning hike nude. Around this area, clothing was officially optional even though it was still socially expected that bipeds would be clothed. But this far away from any city or town, it wasn't the sort of thing people cared about so she decided she was not going to bundle up.
\tSure, it was the early stage of autumn and some trees had stared to turn yellow and orange, but she had thick black, white, and red fur to keep her warm. The only thing she needed to worry about was carrying her supplies, so she plucked out a satchel from her backpack – one that draped over her shoulder to rest on her hip – and filled it with some protective spray, her phone, and the case for her canine earphones. Nothing special, just enough for precaution.
\tThere weren't many dangers or threats around here but she'd heard there were some beasts that might get too close if she was a perceived threat. Hence the protective spray, a spicy concoction meant to irritate but not to harm.
\tAs soon as she slipped out of her tent she reconsidered not wearing a shirt and skirt. The brisk morning air grazed her nipples and she felt them grow firm almost instantly. She huffed and sucked air through her teeth as she balled up fists on her belly. “Okay, maybe I should...” She paused as she considered getting dressed. But then she remembered that the temperature would rise in the coming hour or two and if she was clothed she'd just regret it. The smart choice was to deal with the cold for now and enjoy the freedom later.
\tYes. That made perfect sense. So that's what she'd do!
\tConfident in her decision, she stood tall with her tail curled up against her lower back while she surveyed the camp ground. It was a half dozen tents in a circle around a central bonfire in a glade surrounded by dense foliage. There was a post indicating this was camp ground number 42, in case they needed to call for emergency help.
\tAnd only one trail for the vehicle to drive up. They were quite remote. About fifty kilometres (About thirty miles) from any city. Utter, complete solitude. Perfect for her to enjoy a morning hike.
\tSomething tingled in the back of her mind, making the fur down her spine stand up. She had no idea why, but things felt somewhat off in a way she couldn't quantify. However, she was a logical young woman and didn't let weird feelings sway her too much. She glanced around and couldn't find the source of whatever it was that made her feel uneasy so she dismissed it as a side effect of being up early when none others had joined her.
\tEveryone else was still asleep, so she sent a message to one of her friends letting him know that she was going out for a walk and would be back in a few hours. She didn't want people thinking she'd been dragged away by some feral dragon and feasted upon. The fact that her bedroll was perfectly placed and laid out should have been evidence enough that she'd headed out and would be back but she also trusted her friends to not invade her space so the message was important.
\tHer canine headphones slotted into her ears perfectly, allowing her to listen to a spicy audio book while she was out on the trail. However, after only a single chapter she decided she wanted to put that away and focus on the natural beauty of the woods. For a split second, right as she removed the headphones and put them back in their case she heard what she thought to be shuffling in the withering underbush nearby. Again, she assumed she just startled some small animal and thought nothing of it.
\tThe waning chirps of the birds and the last buzzes of the bugs before autumn took hold and snuffed that beauty out to be replaced with colour was a truly beautiful time when the dichotomy of nature overlapped, like dawn or dusk. She was able to bask in the beauty of every leaf, every gnarled tree root, and every tall tree trunk. She was not able to see that she was being watched by the pale gold eyes of one of the locals.
\tThe first stretch of her walk was mostly uneventful, a simple trail that led from the camp site that was well cared for. For the most part, the camp site was landscaped and controlled, with posts for garbage, bins for food waste that beasts couldn't get into. The trails immediately adjacent to the camp site were similarly landscaped, flattened with rollers and mowed, not naturally trodden by footsteps. However, only a few minutes into her walk, she noticed that one side of the trail had become nestled under a ten meter tall cliff that went up and up the farther she went.
\tTrees on one side and a cliff on the other. From her vantage point, nestled within the wilderness, she couldn't see much of the surrounding area. Of course she couldn't. All she could see was the trees, the trail and the greys and greens of the mossy cliff to the side. Every new landmark got her attention enough to get her to take a few pictures with her phone. She was making memories but photos kept better. Plus she liked sharing those pictures with friends later.
\tShe could do better, though. Better than being surrounded by cliffs and tree trunks. If she was going to get some alone time, she wanted to do something that was a bit more adventurous, something that she doubted she could have convinced her friend to do with her. She kept along the trail until she found a break in the cliff that let her make her way up the steep hill. It took some time but she did eventually find what looked like a crevasse with rocky steps leading up to the plateau atop the cliff.
\tThe trail had clearly marked signs that said to stay on said trail, and not to disturb the wilderness, which was why she was going to be very careful about not disrespecting the woods.
\tAs she got to all fours and crawled up the steep rocky steps, she noticed that the stone was worn and the bits of dirt that had covered it were flattened and had a paw print pattern on it. She was not the only one who used this crevasse to get a better perspective. It would be fine.
\tConfident that she wouldn't be a bother to the local wildlife, she kept crawling on all fours up the rocky steps, careful to press herself to the stone walls and mossy roots that jutted out. By the time she was half way up, about five meters, she looked back down and her belly did a flutter and twist. She wasn't that high but if she slipped on the moss and fell down from here it would be a bad day for her.
\tShe should have turned around and kept going but instead she got her phone again and took some pictures of the canopy around her. After a few well-framed shots of rocks and tree trunks and branches, she got a selfie, smiling broadly at herself looking up between the crevice above her. The pic looked nice so she slipped her phone back in her satchel and continued.
\tThis just encouraged her to be more careful. She gulped heavily and kept her way up through the crevasse, occasionally glancing down to see the trail below her, then turned her focus to the clearing ahead of her. Which was odd. She expected there to be more trees on the plateau.
\tCurious, she propelled herself up the rocks a bit quicker and emerged from the crevasse, hands on the mossy rock for balance. She was shocked by what she saw.
\tThe plateau was not heavily wooded or overgrown but blanketed with soft, flowing grass and only a handful of trees and bushes throughout. There appeared to be soil in the ground, so it seemed odd that there were so few trees; other areas that were similarly rocky in the region were covered in a dense coniferous forest, but not this plateau in particular.
\tShe was in the middle of an analytical thought when she caught the faintest glimpse of the peninsula laid out beneath her. She was a full ten meters up, so about on par with the tips of most trees, which gave her a perspective looking down on the forest below. She saw other plateaus dotting the landscape in all directions – mostly north – as well as the telltale evidence of lakes in the form of voids of nothingness among the trees.
\tIt was sheer, unfettered beauty. She could see to the south a bit of a clearing in the trees where the faintest wisp of smoke billowed into the sky. The last remaining embers of her camp fire finally dimming in the early morning.
\tMegera stood tall and took in a deep breath atop the plateau, basking in the flavour of the air, or lack thereof. Everything was so clean this far north. She had to enjoy it.
\tWhile she was taking in the scenery, she saw one tree in particular right in the middle of the plateau that caught her eye. Its trunk was held aloft a couple meters above a dip in the rock and grass, perched up by a series of thick, densely packed roots. Like it was caught trying to run away and frozen in place. A cage of roots over a bowl in the rock.
\tShe had to investigate, of course. It was a peculiarly shaped tree in an otherwise pretty but conventional forest. All other trees were a pretty basic deciduous or coniferous tree, either thick and sturdy with broad branches and splits up the trunk, or a single pole to the tip with rough bark and thistles or needles. But this tree had a strange mix of features, from the roots that held the trunk aloft to the moss that covered where bark should have been and the twisting, braided trunks that seemed to somehow be both coniferous and deciduous. Leaves and needles. Strange.
\tBut interesting, if nothing else. So she had to trot her way over to it and get a closer look. With phone in hand she nestled in between two of the moss-covered roots without touching them – she was trying to be respectful, of course – and snapped a few pictures of herself with this peculiar tree.
\tSatisfied with the selfie shot, she scrolled through some of the old pictures to put together an album for sharing later. That's when she noticed something in the background of the one she took when she was scaling the cliff through the crevasse. It was a brown and creamy white visage with golden horns and a sea-colored wing giving her a side-eye down between the mossy rocks. The angle was weird so she couldn't make out too many details but it was clearly looking at her.
\tHow did she miss seeing that?
\tHeart racing, she scrolled through a few other pics and saw images of it peeking around trees and from up on the cliff more than once. She hadn't seen it when she took the pictures, since she was distracted by her audio book for a bit and then spellbound by the serenity of nature.
\tNervous, and with her chest heaving with panic, she glanced around the clearing to see if this creature was anywhere near her. For a brief moment she regretted disrespecting the trails by climbing the cliff. That last selfie told her that it was up on this plateau, so she knew it couldn't be far.
\tJust as she went to step away from the roots, she lost her footing and twisted her ankle on the crease between a rock and one of the roots. She tried her best to adjust but the angle was wrong, making her bend the knee and fall to all fours as her bag fell off her shoulder and wrapped around another root. Her phone was on the ground next to her, not out of reach but face down on top of a rock. She winced and prepared for the worst, but once she grabbed it and flipped it over she saw the screen was in perfect condition. “Ah, love a good protector.” She said to herself, exhaling in relief.
\tWhen she reached out to grab her bag, she heard a gentle growl from behind and above her. Not aggressive, more like a purr with deep rumbling that reverberated through her body.
\tWith a gulp, she slowly turned to face the beast that was perched atop the gnarled tangle of roots that held the tree aloft. It was the same creature that was in the selfie pics, the one with the gold horns and seashore wings where its ears should have been.
\tNow that she had a bit more clarity to take it in, she noticed that it had what appeared to be amber gemstones or rocks embedded into its shoulders and neck, with brown tufts of fur nearby. Like her, it had a rather large, bushy tail and medium length fur all over its body; unlike her, it had those amber gemstones dotting its entire body from flank to tail to wing base the same colour as its horns.
\tShe was surprised to see it was smaller than it looked in the selfie picture. Which just meant that it was closer than it appeared in the selfie. The furred gemstone dragon was smaller than a horse but larger than a dog. Bigger than her, by a wide margin, but not big enough that she'd be able to ride it. Perhaps that was a strange way to gauge its size but she imagined that if she stood next to it, her hips and the creature's would be about the same height.
\tThis could have given her the confidence she needed to grab her stuff and run – if she had her spray deterrent it didn't look big enough to shrug off her attack – but the look in its pale eyes pierced her and kept her hypnotized in place as it slowly crept forward, snaking its way through the roots and down into the bowl under the tree.
\tIts every motion was deliberate; slow and controlled. It knew this area well and was not deterred one bit from her panicked movements as it stepped up to and over top of her, snarling gently. It ended up with its front paws on either side of her torso, head hanging and snout nearly touching hers.
\tFrom this angle and this close she could see this creature was male. She didn't mean to look along its underside but it was not hard to notice the darker coloured fur lining his sheath. Even more distracting was the single glistening trail of clear ooze trickling out the tip and the musky aroma that billowed out from underneath him.
\tShe was able to quickly piece things together. He was snarling and standing over her in a dominant position, leaking arousal. This was a show of strength, alpha behaviour.
\tWhat little she knew of the local wildlife was that if you weren't prey or a predator you were competition or some sort of prize. Much as it pained her to let her mind wander there, she knew the best way to get out of this would be to act submissive. Prove to him that she wasn't a threat and wasn't competition. She was happy to give him his space and leave him be. Respect the creatures of the land.
\tSo she lowered her gaze from his and looked down, ears flopping down the side of her skull with a gentle whimper of submission. In truth she wasn't the type to submit like that but she figured her chances of escaping without being attacked were better if she convinced him she wasn't a threat.
\tHe raised his front paw and she flinched, expecting him to slash at her or pin her down. Instead, he reached out and pressed his paw down on her shoulder, talons wrapping around her. He tried pulling on her, like he was trying to flip her over but she didn't know how to react to that. She certainly wasn't going to expose her back to him even if he was being oddly non-confrontational.
\tSlowly, she reached out towards her bag, eliciting a growl from the gemstone dragon. She halted mid-outreach, but when he didn't make a further move she realized he was testing her, so she leaned farther until she was able to reach into her satchel. Inside she felt the cold metal of the spicy spray canister so she wrapped her fingers around it. However, with his face so close to hers, she figured it wouldn't work in her favour to make any sudden motions. Instead, she kept exploring the satchel until she found a small strip of the smoked jerky she'd left in there the night before.
\tKeeping slow and deliberate, she pulled a couple strips out ad brought it up to between them, reaching out to let him get a sniff of the meat.
\tHe huffed as he took in its scent, then exhaled hot breath on her chest and face. This warmth tickled her in a way that got her nipples firm once more, this time not from the frigid morning air.
\tThe creature sensed this and leaned down into her, lips peeling back in a snarl to reveal teeth while drooling down her chest. His paw was still on her shoulder, so he brought it down her chest, pressing down between her breasts to pin her to the mossy ground under the tree roots.
\tMegera gulped heavily as her chest heaved, heart beating against the paw pressing down on her. She was frightened but her panic was waning as she was realizing with growing clarity that this was not some mindless beast. It was a dragon so of course it was likely at least somewhat intelligent, yet the look in its eyes and its controlled movements told her it was more than that. Still, she didn't want to risk startling or frightening him.
\tHer offering of meat didn't work, which meant he wanted something else from her. He didn't want to eat her, because if he did she'd be rendered meaty by now. He didn't want her to just leave his territory, or he'd have chased her away instead of pinning her to the ground. He didn't want her offerings of meat and tasty treats or he would have taken the strip when offered. No, he wanted or needed something else and that leaking sheath of his told her exactly what that was.
\t“Is it mating season or something?” She asked, her relatively quiet voice seeming to startle him. “Sorry, I didn't mean to-” She cut herself off, realizing there was no real purpose in trying to talk to him. Or maybe there was. It was hard to tell how developed his mind was given his behaviour. Maybe he did understand language.
\tHe just snarled again and pinned her to the ground once more, teeth bared while hovering just over her chest. His breath was so hot and humid on her breast fur and nipples. The sensation of his rumbling exhalations on her chest brought every strand of fur to stand at attention, her nipples erect.
\tShe knew it was a risk, a potentially dangerous gambit, but she brought her foot paw up to gently caress on his inner thigh to see how he reacted. To her delight, his snarl ceded into more of a rumbling purr as he widened his stance and rolled his hips into her foot pads, his motion peeling back some of his sheath to expose his pink tipped shaft and drool bits of fluid onto her other calf.
\t“Ah, yeah, I figured as much. Males in season, I see.” She joked to herself while daring to grind her toes along the length of his sheath, careful to not knead his balls in the process. Every rub pulled his sheath back a little bit more until a decent portion of his length was exposed and leaking fluid onto her.
\tThe gemstone dragon lowered his head until his snout pressed into her neck fluff, lips plucking her fur and teeth nibbling her flesh and bone beneath. The long whiskers that trailed the side of his snout snaked along his muzzle, tickling her fur.
\tMegera was starting to enjoy the sensation of his throbbing member through the flesh of his sheath against her toes and the pressure of his snout nuzzling into her when he suddenly snapped at her and bit the air in front of her face, just missing her nose! She pulled her foot down and flattened herself to the ground beneath him, a protective move.
\tHe wasn't deterred, he pawed at her shoulder and wrapped his talon around her neck to pluck her out of position and force her to roll over. Despite him not being much larger than her, he had no problems forcing her onto her belly, where he pinned her to the ground with both of his paws down on her shoulder blades.
\t“Hngph!” She grunted while trying to push up against him. Her attempts to roll out from under his pinning position were fruitless, he was too heavy – probably from the gemstones – and his claws were gently digging into her through her fur. She knew if she resisted too much they could puncture. The best bet was to relax.
\tOnce he realized she had given up, he spun around so that his back end was in front of her, sheath in her face with exposed cock drooling into the grass. He snarkled somewhere over her rump, tickled by her tail as he lowered herself near her.
\tPart of Megera wanted to resist, to pull away or snap at him and snarl to scare him off but the rest of her wanted to indulge some guilt-free pleasure. His cock was right there with that musky aura that was so thick she could taste it in the back of her throat when she took in a deep breath.
\tSomething switched in her as she gulped down his flavours. She hadn't even touched him yet but his scent coated her throat and was altering her brain chemistry to the point she wasn't thinking straight. She leaned in, hands on his thick hind legs for balance as she pressed her snout up against his sheath, smearing his cock down her cheek and nuzzling him while her tongue cradled his underside and caught as much of his leaking fluids as she could get.
\tThe taste sizzled in her maw, a brisk and intense flavour that flowed through her all the way to her core. Not only did she let herself grow ravenous in her attempts to lick and gently nibble his sheath flesh, she gripped his hind legs so tight she was worried he might kick her or twitch to get away.
\tInstead, he widened his stance and bucked his hips, the tip of his cock brushing her ear and smearing his mess all the way down the side of her face and neck before spurting down her back. She couldn't let any of that go to waste so she opened her maw wide and tried to catch his tip between her lips before he thrust again.
\tThings seemed good at first, but just as she was about to let his length rest on her tongue, he reared back a bit and changed his balance so he was fully on his hind legs and both his front paws were gripping the base of her skull. He held her in place as he shuffled his hind feet and forced his cock down her throat, the girth of the shaft pressing down on tongue and nearly making her gag as it slid down her throat.
\tJust beyond her lips, his knot began to swell as it popped out of the sheath, forcing the furred flesh to bunch up at the base while he wrapped both paws around the sides of her head to keep her under control.
\tHer eyes went wide and she tried to adjust as best she could – she was not incapable of managing her gag reflex – even if he was making it difficult. His cock, though rigid at its core, was still somewhat soft around its bulbous girth, allowing it to bend and conform to the slight curve of her throat. The knot remained beyond her maw, pressing against her lips and threatening to force itself into her waiting maw, but she kept her lips sealed tight around his shaft to keep that from happening.
\tHe growled and snarled while licking her raised foot paw – the one she had used to caress his sheath before he mounted her face. He kept her where she was, roughly bucking and slamming his hips to her muzzle, trying his best to feel her flesh wrap around his knot.
\tBut she knew how to keep that from happening. Though his musky flavour was intoxicating, she remained aware enough that she knew if he tied with her maw he'd seal off her throat for longer than she was willing to remain in his territory. So she kept her maw as closed as she could without biting down on him. She wanted to protect herself, not hurt him.
\tIn spite of that and her efforts to keep him from knotting her throat, it wasn't long at all before his cock began to throb inside her maw, the girth of it pulsating against her tongue. She could feel not only the beat of his heart but the rhythmic twitching as his length pumped stream after stream of his thick, slimy seed down her tight throat.
\tThe mess cascaded down her gullet, reversing course when she clenched her throat to gulp, ironically keeping some of it from being deposited in her belly. Waves of mess came up from her gullet, spattering out the sides of her maw and making a mess of his sheath and inner thighs, drooling down her chin and forming a puddle in the grass next to her exposed breast to be quickly absorbed by soil.
\tShe gagged and sputtered, then tried to swallow – the best defense against a gag – before feeling his full-bodied twitches grow weak and erratic. His length pumped one last spray of seed into her before his length softened and rolled out of her maw and off the tip of her tongue, a bridge of cum extending from his flesh to hers before trailing down her nipple and joining the puddle between her breasts.
\tWith tentative hesitation, the gemstone dragon released his hold on her head and heaved forward, paws on her rump cheeks now that he was back on all fours. His cock was dangling between his hind legs, furred sheath slowly swallowing his length back up knot first.
\tHe stepped off her, growled playfully while slapping her in the side of the face with his tail, then kicked the grass behind him and in her direction like he was marking territory.
\tShe covered her face as bits of moss and blades of grass pelted her flank, one bit even sticking to the cummy patch on her breast. She wanted to chastise or scold the beast but knew that might make things worse so she just shifted in place to be on her hands and knees, ready to gather her things and head back to camp.
\tThat was perhaps a mistake, though. The beast had appeared to depart from under the roots but had just done a lap around the tree and had returned already. Just as Megera grabbed her phone, he pounced her and landed with all his weight right on top of her, biting down where her neck met shoulder. It was painful and aggressive but she could immediately tell he wasn't trying to hurt her. His jaw was clamped tight but it didn't break the skin, it just left her fur matted and messy.
\tShe winced and whimpered as he used a series of dainty hip motions to force her tail to the side and then spread her hind legs with his own legs. Once she was in the proper position, he covered her fully, his belly to her back, her tail forced to the side, and her knees parted to expose her triangular vulva which had grown puffy and moist from the prior excitement.
\tThat swollen spade of hers was a perfect target for him. He thrust only once, his tip finding her opening and plunging in all the way to the base. He wasn't thick at first, making it stunningly easy for him to wiggle his hips and find the right angle before his growing knot popped in after the rest and began to inflate.
\tShe balled up her one fist while holding her phone in her other hand. The jaws clamped down on her shoulder remained firm but not painful, and his weight kept her pinned and unable to move; even if she could, the sensation of his sleek cock stirring her loins and tugging on her flesh ensured she wouldn't be able to move. Rather than resist or fight it, she dipped the small of her back and angled her hips just right so that he could get as deep as possible.
\tAll at once, she felt that knot explode inside her, inflating before growing firm like a rock and locking in place, his shaft buried deep inside her and pumping her full of gemstone dragon seed.
\tOnce he was certain that they were tied together, he released his grip on her neck and shoulder and actually licked her, gingerly apologizing for hurting her before folding up his front paws on the small of her back and laying down on her, chin on the back of her head as he purred.
\t“Are you kidding me right now?” She whimpered to herself, one hand outstretched with phone in hand. She knew exactly how this was going to go with him laying atop her, tied deep. Knotted. She was going to be stuck there for as long as an hour, her friends were going to go out searching for her, and since she didn't bring clothes she was gonna look all roughed up and coated in dragon saliva and cum. She'd walk to them, bow-legged and struggling to stay on foot paws, then they were going to make jokes about how she smells like she was a dragon's bitch.
\tRather than resist any of it, she used her thumb to unlock her phone and turn on the selfie camera, swapped over to video, and got some video proof that she was taken by the guardian of the peninsula. The gemstone dragon.
\tHe was a feral beast but he was actually pretty fun, as long as she knew her place in his territory.
\tWith a smile, she made sure the camera got both her face and his while also getting a few angles that showed the sloppy mess where his sheath slipped under her tail.
\tIf nothing else she could get some recognition for taming a wild beast.