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He was a sweet little dragon though, with silver scales and an adorable single horn jutting from his forehead. He had such big hands and big feet for such a small fellow and adoooorable little red wings. He was the cutest thing, especially to Gwen, so even his cluelessness could be excused and he really could do no wrong. One look into those ruby eyes of his and she’d sometimes forget what he did to make her so angry in the first place… and he was so friendly, he would have done anything she wanted if it made her happy.\n\nUnfortunately that meant he’d do whatever anyone else wanted to make [i]them[/i] happy too. This was where she took umbrage.\n\nGwen wouldn’t say she was selfish, but she wanted Rutherford to herself. Nobody loved him the way she did, even if almost all of his friends were female and… interested in him for various reasons. One very big reason was between his legs… for as little as Rutherford was, he had one big fat dong! Gwen had seen it many times because it drove her crazy. She was wild for that dick in ways his other friends weren’t. They casually admired his endowments… Gwen [i]coveted[/i] them. Even just thinking about him in the shower like that, she couldn’t help but dip her fingers between her thighs and tease at her stirring labia. The mere idea of how he could really stretch her made her throb with desire.\n\nBut that that led into the second problem. Since Rutherford was so clueless, he was very honest not only with others, but with himself. His body especially held this policy in strict regard, because he just couldn’t help himself around pretty girls. The second any one of them made some effort to engage him… intimately, he was wrapped around their finger. Gwen could do this too, but when it came to a group scenario… she fell a little short. Many of Rutherford’s friends were very curvy, with big breasts and round bottoms; Gwen… wasn’t. Yes, she was slender in an appealing way and her bottom was pretty perky, but she was small and thin. She had an almost flat chest and her hips were only a little round.\n\nGwen hated this about herself. She couldn’t get the attention that other girls could and it made her mad. So when she was anywhere with Rutherford and his friends she felt… insignificant. Even if Rutherford would never purposefully ignore her… when a big pair of boobs got in his way, he just couldn’t help himself. On one hand, Gwen couldn’t stand it. She wanted him to pay more attention to her. On the other hand she never wanted to change him or force him to think a different way. She really wished he’d just get there on his own, and feel the same way about her that she did about him. He got close – he loved her, certainly, but he didn’t fully understand the [i]depths[/i] she’d reach for him.\n\nShe pushed her back up against the tile wall of the little personal alcove, the room silent save for the running water and her panting whimpers. She curled her fingers between her legs, using her index and middle to spread her pussy so it could accept her middle finger. She was delicate with herself, deliberate, not rushing but knowing just where to touch herself to make it feel good. Her frustrations almost always ended up like that. One second she’d be so annoyed she could explode, the next she’s off on her own frigging herself. Incidentally it was a very effect way to soothe her agitation, but it never stayed away for long.\n\n“Oh Ruther…” She breathed, trailing the slender fingers of her other hand up across her navel until she was palming her chest. She squeezed one of her small B-cup breasts, digging her fingers into it almost painfully. It made her bite her lip, resenting her barely-there boobs but reveling in the sensations they brought. A gentle flick of her thumb across her nipple made her gasp, and further teasing made her lusts flare up, coaxing her to dip a second finger into her drooling honey-pot and thrust them two of them in and out at once. Sometimes she wondered if girls with bigger breasts felt better when they played with themselves… they had to, right?\n\n“Gwen?”\n\n“BWAH!” Gwen screamed in surprise when she heard Rutherford’s voice and looked up to see him peeking his head in past the shower curtain. Even if her naked body was nothing new to him, she pulled her fingers free of her nethers and scrambled to cover her shame. “Ruther you idiot! What are you doing here?!”\n\n“I heard you say my name,” The little silver dragon’s cheeks went red, and he started staring at her in a familiar way, “Were you just…?”\n\n“Yes! I mean no! I mean… well, yes!” Gwen frantically answered, “S-So what if I was?”\n\n“Would it feel better if I helped?” He asked much too innocently.\n\nGwen stared at him for a moment, though it lasted only a half-second before she came to her decision. She stepped over and reached out, grabbing Rutherford by his horn and she yanked him into the shower with her. The section squared off her that single shower unit wasn’t very big, but then Rutherford and Gwen weren’t very big either. They had plenty of room between the two of them, and yet Rutherford still found himself pushed front-to-front with the girl.\n\n“I-I didn’t take off my shorts!” Ruther gasped. Indeed, he’d squeezed his cute, boyish self into a pair of spandex black shorts. Honestly it was likely the only article of clothing he’d ever wear. Rutherford was just more comfortable in his skin, and he would have walked around everywhere naked if he were allowed. It was just another thing to frustrate Gwen, since she had to live with seeing his cuteness waltzing around in nothing more often than not. She almost couldn’t handle it.\n\nGwen dropped to her knees quickly, splashing the shallow water. “Let me!” She insisted, and she took hold of his shorts and tore them down in a hurry to free the bulged-up hunk of dragon meat hidden below. It sprung out nice and erect, just like Gwen knew it would! He must have gotten excited just seeing her for that brief time… The thought that she could cause such a thing made Gwen’s heart soar, even if she couldn’t understand what made her so special. Rutherford must have just reacted that way because he was too nice not to or something, or so she thought.\n\nIt was a beautiful erection though, Gwen really liked it. It was big – like a foot long and a couple inches thick or so – way too big for a dragon no bigger than your average teenager. It was red, too. Not the dark red of a blood-engorged erection, but rather a poppy red just like his wings and the cuff markings on his arms and legs. Gwen liked to think of it as a big fat cherry Popsicle or something, especially when she was eye-to-eye with the thing.\n\nWithout so much as a second thought the stoat girl opened her mouth wide and descended onto Rutherford’s dick.\n\nShe only just barely managed to get it into her mouth before her jaw felt like it was snap.\n\n“Hnf!” Gwen huffed, her cheeks puffing up as he screwed her brows into an annoyed expression.\n\nRutherford watched her. “Uh…?” He tilted his head a little in confusion, “Gwen, are you alright?”\n\nGwen closed her eyes tight and grabbed on to Rutherford’s hips, forcing herself to take more of the dragon’s dick into her mouth. She crammed in a good extra inch, her mouth wrenched uncomfortably open as she accommodated the fat underbelly of his throbbing erection. Her eyes were watering, not that it was noticeable, and then the very tip of Rutherford’s dick nudged her uvula. Gwen’s eyes snapped open as she wretched, gagging as she quickly withdrew, thrown into a bit of a coughing fit. Rutherford didn’t really know what to do, because when he tried to ask her if she was okay she just raised her hand in a firm gesture to silence him.\n\n“Ugh, your dick’s too big for my mouth!” She growled.\n\n“I’m sorry…” Rutherford shuffled his feet in shame, pushing his wet shorts around.\n\n“Don’t be sorry!” Gwen blushed as she stood up quickly, grabbing the dragon by his shoulders, “Just… just fuck me instead!”\n\n“Really?” Rutherford blinked his eyes.\n\n“Yes!” Gwen almost shouted in frustration, feeling terribly ashamed of herself for not being able to handle her friend. Other girls could, and she didn’t want to lose out to them! She turned around and planted her hands on the wall, angling her body to bend over slightly and stick her round little ass out toward Rutherford. “J-Just fuck me as hard as you want!” She insisted, against her own knowledge that she probably couldn’t take it any easier than she could in her mouth.\n\n“Really?” Rutherford sounded excited this time, and he stepped up behind her to take hold of her hips like an eager kid.\n\nGwen rested her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes, feeling butterflies frenzying in her stomach. “Yeah, Ruther, really!” She said through grit teeth, “As hard as you [i]can[/i] even!”\n\nSomehow she could feel the ache deep inside her before Rutherford even got started. She shuddered in anticipation, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what she should have been expecting. Like usual, Rutherford just grabbed hold of her and lined himself up all carefully, until the fat head of his dick was kissing the puffed out lips of her needy pussy. He was being considerate as usual, and after that point he usually eased in slowly so the ache of her clamping pussy being stretched to take something way too large was a gradual pain.\n\nInstead, Rutherford grabbed Gwen’s hands and pulled them back behind her, using her arms like reigns to hold on to as he reared back and gave one good, hard thrust! He moaned, Gwen screamed, the sudden insertion of a dick so utterly enormous it pushed a thick bulge out against her tummy happening so quickly that the only sensation to jolt her brain was a sharp, stinging pain. Her eyes glossed over and her thighs tensed and her knees buckled, but Rutherford kept her held up easily enough. He was strong enough to handle her.\n\n“Like this?” Rutherford grunted, panting a little. Gwen just trembled, many of her muscles spasming involuntarily. She struggled to even breathe, gasping for air and arching her back suddenly to do so.\n\n“Yes!” She cried, “Yes! Please!”\n\nHer reactions were odd. Rutherford knew what pleasure was, and he knew how people often reacted to his dick… Gwen didn’t react the same way, she usually didn’t even want him to move very much if she could help it. But now she was twitching and her breathing was all fluttery and gasping, like he’d hurt her somehow. Still, she told him it was what she wanted and she began to get wiggly and insistent when he hesitated, so… he kept it up. Gripping her wrists with strong little hands, he began to wrench his hips in earnest.\n\n“Gunh!” Gwen cried, searing pain lighting up her pussy unlike anything else. Was that what it felt like to give birth? It may as well have been as far as she was concerned. She continued to cry out and yell, grunting as loud as she could when Rutherford continued to fuck her. He pounded his crotch against her backside, his swift strokes using as much of his length as he could in frantic stabbing motions. The sheer size of his dick felt like it was forcibly rearranging her guts with every plunge, and her body bounced between him and the wall where her cheek would mash into and bump against the tile. It rattled her brains; she couldn’t keep herself from drooling like an animal.\n\nRutherford’s dick smashed into her womb like an orbital collision, tearing through her tightness like it was burning in the atmosphere. Their bodies struck with wet slaps, sounding off as if he were spanking her perky ass with his hips using the same force he might use with his hands. His balls, plump and full, swing and bashed against her crotch too, adding just that little bit of extra punch to every thrust of his hips. It hurt, aching deep inside Gwen as she was torn up. In her mind though, Gwen was intoxicated by the harsh rutting.\n\nThis was the way it was meant to be. Rutherford was to be able to give her everything he had, as best as he could, without holding anything back. Indeed, as the little dragon crashed into her time and again and distended her tight cunny and slender little belly with the imprint of his massive dick, he was moaning like he was trying to roar. His dick burned like she thought a dragon’s ought to, red-hot like his shaft’s colour suggested, leaving a residual warmth even when he’d withdraw. He fanned the flames of his own lust alongside hers, happy to do so and practically squealing in delight.\n\n“So good, so tight!” Rutherford moaned, “Mmf! Unf!”\n\n“M-More!” Gwen hoarsely groaned, “Hnn-n-nnn! Fffuck me more!”\n\nRutherford released her wrists and grabbed her hips, pumping that little bit harder. He was so eager and passionate in this innocent sort of way. He always did things like that with the same kind of attitude as if he were lending someone a cup of sugar. He was being nice, helping someone out. But he got so passionate then, so lusty and erotic, that it felt a little bit different than the usual. Something in Gwen’s mind clicked. Her wet tail picked up in a frantic wagging and she braced her arms against the wall as she was brutally pounded by her friend. It actually stopped hurting… or maybe it hurt so much she just couldn’t feel it anymore. In any case, her head was spinning. She hardly knew where she even was.\n\nThe dragon jammed his hips forward to crush her against the wall, and plunged into the absolute depths of her with one mighty push. His cock twitched and throbbed, shifting around inside of her so powerfully... and then it glutted, thumping a little fatter, a little more swollen, before it unleashed a flood of seed. It gushed into the little slender stoat loudly – BLORT! Gwen let out a gurgling cry as her belly filled with gravid fluid, like a water balloon on a faucet. Her trim tummy got rounded out to the sides of a basketball, then with another hefty twitch and a gushing, sloshing surge of creamy hot jizz it expanded to nearly the size of a ripe watermelon. That proved to be the absolute extent of her capacity however, or even well beyond that, as an eruption of the sticky strands of hot dragon cum came spilling from her over-stuffed folds and splattered all over their legs and the floor.\n\nRutherford was forced out by the fullness, and having the mind to realize that if he carried on his jizz might have come out of her ears in a few moments. Even then, Rutherford’s cum was about all Gwen could taste and smell, the stoat drooling all over herself and losing touch with most of her other senses. Her body tingled and her legs gave out from under her as Rutherford removed himself from her then gaping hole. Her over-taxed pussy clenched and flexed around something that was no longer there, feminine juices squirting out onto the floor as orgasms rocked her little body. Rutherford hadn’t stopped cumming – more streams of thick jizz, like from a hose, splashed down and coated Gwen’s fur. It was so thick that it wasn’t easily washed away, even under the water.\n\nIn moments Gwen’s back was frosted in heavy white that drooled down over her sides.\n\n“Hnnnah… Nnh…” Gwen swallowed, her slinky form arched and her toes curled. Her fingers clawed the tile wall. She’d simply gone, there in body but not in spirit. She felt so terribly overwhelmed by pleasure she thought something inside might just fall out, even as sticky cum drained from her in gratuitous amounts. She was warm, fuzzy even, but uncomfortable. The blend of sensations was inexplicable.\n\nRutherford was a little winded but far from exhausted. Seeing Gwen nearly unconscious on the shower floor, he gathered her up and helped clean her off, being very delicate with her as she slumped against him. He didn’t know how sore she was after being fucked, he just assumed he’d done well. She didn’t seem mad by any means, at least no more than usual. He cleaned her up, took her out, dried her off, and then took her to her bedroom to brush her fur, bundle her up, and then put her to bed. Gwen practically purred as she wrapped herself up in a blanket cocoon and nuzzled into her pillow. Ruther blushed – he really must have satisfied her!\n\nHe left her to rest, exiting her bedroom full of stuffed toys and a big, warm bed that smothered her with comfort. The curtains were closed, casting the room in a sort of orange shade that warmed the room and encouraged sleep. She yawned as she rolled over, nursing a stuffed gullet of jizz and some aching crotch. She let out a grumble, took a deep breath, and then she relaxed. For a moment her mind wandered to nicer things – if she married Rutherford, would they be like that all the time? She smiled at the thought. Even if it hurt, she’d get used to it for him. Plus, she knew that what she just got was the tip of the ice berg. 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Hot steam dampened porcelain tile as hot water sprayed down over Gwen’s body. The stoat girl had ducked in to take a hot shower to cool off, and indeed it was rather comforting to feel the warm water matting down her yellow-green hair and rather elaborately gold-patterned fur of vanilla wafer with an underbelly of white marshmallow. To be honest, she had been feeling quite frustrated. Once again the love of her life ignored her in favour of other women. The event was becoming a common one in her life and it could all be traced back to the two things she loathed the most.

For one, her beau-to-be was a little… dense. His name was Rutherford, and it wasn’t that he was stupid or even unintelligent, but he was a little naïve. He was a sweet little dragon though, with silver scales and an adorable single horn jutting from his forehead. He had such big hands and big feet for such a small fellow and adoooorable little red wings. He was the cutest thing, especially to Gwen, so even his cluelessness could be excused and he really could do no wrong. One look into those ruby eyes of his and she’d sometimes forget what he did to make her so angry in the first place… and he was so friendly, he would have done anything she wanted if it made her happy.

Unfortunately that meant he’d do whatever anyone else wanted to make them happy too. This was where she took umbrage.

Gwen wouldn’t say she was selfish, but she wanted Rutherford to herself. Nobody loved him the way she did, even if almost all of his friends were female and… interested in him for various reasons. One very big reason was between his legs… for as little as Rutherford was, he had one big fat dong! Gwen had seen it many times because it drove her crazy. She was wild for that dick in ways his other friends weren’t. They casually admired his endowments… Gwen coveted them. Even just thinking about him in the shower like that, she couldn’t help but dip her fingers between her thighs and tease at her stirring labia. The mere idea of how he could really stretch her made her throb with desire.

But that that led into the second problem. Since Rutherford was so clueless, he was very honest not only with others, but with himself. His body especially held this policy in strict regard, because he just couldn’t help himself around pretty girls. The second any one of them made some effort to engage him… intimately, he was wrapped around their finger. Gwen could do this too, but when it came to a group scenario… she fell a little short. Many of Rutherford’s friends were very curvy, with big breasts and round bottoms; Gwen… wasn’t. Yes, she was slender in an appealing way and her bottom was pretty perky, but she was small and thin. She had an almost flat chest and her hips were only a little round.

Gwen hated this about herself. She couldn’t get the attention that other girls could and it made her mad. So when she was anywhere with Rutherford and his friends she felt… insignificant. Even if Rutherford would never purposefully ignore her… when a big pair of boobs got in his way, he just couldn’t help himself. On one hand, Gwen couldn’t stand it. She wanted him to pay more attention to her. On the other hand she never wanted to change him or force him to think a different way. She really wished he’d just get there on his own, and feel the same way about her that she did about him. He got close – he loved her, certainly, but he didn’t fully understand the depths she’d reach for him.

She pushed her back up against the tile wall of the little personal alcove, the room silent save for the running water and her panting whimpers. She curled her fingers between her legs, using her index and middle to spread her pussy so it could accept her middle finger. She was delicate with herself, deliberate, not rushing but knowing just where to touch herself to make it feel good. Her frustrations almost always ended up like that. One second she’d be so annoyed she could explode, the next she’s off on her own frigging herself. Incidentally it was a very effect way to soothe her agitation, but it never stayed away for long.

“Oh Ruther…” She breathed, trailing the slender fingers of her other hand up across her navel until she was palming her chest. She squeezed one of her small B-cup breasts, digging her fingers into it almost painfully. It made her bite her lip, resenting her barely-there boobs but reveling in the sensations they brought. A gentle flick of her thumb across her nipple made her gasp, and further teasing made her lusts flare up, coaxing her to dip a second finger into her drooling honey-pot and thrust them two of them in and out at once. Sometimes she wondered if girls with bigger breasts felt better when they played with themselves… they had to, right?

“Gwen?”

“BWAH!” Gwen screamed in surprise when she heard Rutherford’s voice and looked up to see him peeking his head in past the shower curtain. Even if her naked body was nothing new to him, she pulled her fingers free of her nethers and scrambled to cover her shame. “Ruther you idiot! What are you doing here?!”

“I heard you say my name,” The little silver dragon’s cheeks went red, and he started staring at her in a familiar way, “Were you just…?”

“Yes! I mean no! I mean… well, yes!” Gwen frantically answered, “S-So what if I was?”

“Would it feel better if I helped?” He asked much too innocently.

Gwen stared at him for a moment, though it lasted only a half-second before she came to her decision. She stepped over and reached out, grabbing Rutherford by his horn and she yanked him into the shower with her. The section squared off her that single shower unit wasn’t very big, but then Rutherford and Gwen weren’t very big either. They had plenty of room between the two of them, and yet Rutherford still found himself pushed front-to-front with the girl.

“I-I didn’t take off my shorts!” Ruther gasped. Indeed, he’d squeezed his cute, boyish self into a pair of spandex black shorts. Honestly it was likely the only article of clothing he’d ever wear. Rutherford was just more comfortable in his skin, and he would have walked around everywhere naked if he were allowed. It was just another thing to frustrate Gwen, since she had to live with seeing his cuteness waltzing around in nothing more often than not. She almost couldn’t handle it.

Gwen dropped to her knees quickly, splashing the shallow water. “Let me!” She insisted, and she took hold of his shorts and tore them down in a hurry to free the bulged-up hunk of dragon meat hidden below. It sprung out nice and erect, just like Gwen knew it would! He must have gotten excited just seeing her for that brief time… The thought that she could cause such a thing made Gwen’s heart soar, even if she couldn’t understand what made her so special. Rutherford must have just reacted that way because he was too nice not to or something, or so she thought.

It was a beautiful erection though, Gwen really liked it. It was big – like a foot long and a couple inches thick or so – way too big for a dragon no bigger than your average teenager. It was red, too. Not the dark red of a blood-engorged erection, but rather a poppy red just like his wings and the cuff markings on his arms and legs. Gwen liked to think of it as a big fat cherry Popsicle or something, especially when she was eye-to-eye with the thing.

Without so much as a second thought the stoat girl opened her mouth wide and descended onto Rutherford’s dick.

She only just barely managed to get it into her mouth before her jaw felt like it was snap.

“Hnf!” Gwen huffed, her cheeks puffing up as he screwed her brows into an annoyed expression.

Rutherford watched her. “Uh…?” He tilted his head a little in confusion, “Gwen, are you alright?”

Gwen closed her eyes tight and grabbed on to Rutherford’s hips, forcing herself to take more of the dragon’s dick into her mouth. She crammed in a good extra inch, her mouth wrenched uncomfortably open as she accommodated the fat underbelly of his throbbing erection. Her eyes were watering, not that it was noticeable, and then the very tip of Rutherford’s dick nudged her uvula. Gwen’s eyes snapped open as she wretched, gagging as she quickly withdrew, thrown into a bit of a coughing fit. Rutherford didn’t really know what to do, because when he tried to ask her if she was okay she just raised her hand in a firm gesture to silence him.

“Ugh, your dick’s too big for my mouth!” She growled.

“I’m sorry…” Rutherford shuffled his feet in shame, pushing his wet shorts around.

“Don’t be sorry!” Gwen blushed as she stood up quickly, grabbing the dragon by his shoulders, “Just… just fuck me instead!”

“Really?” Rutherford blinked his eyes.

“Yes!” Gwen almost shouted in frustration, feeling terribly ashamed of herself for not being able to handle her friend. Other girls could, and she didn’t want to lose out to them! She turned around and planted her hands on the wall, angling her body to bend over slightly and stick her round little ass out toward Rutherford. “J-Just fuck me as hard as you want!” She insisted, against her own knowledge that she probably couldn’t take it any easier than she could in her mouth.

“Really?” Rutherford sounded excited this time, and he stepped up behind her to take hold of her hips like an eager kid.

Gwen rested her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes, feeling butterflies frenzying in her stomach. “Yeah, Ruther, really!” She said through grit teeth, “As hard as you can even!”

Somehow she could feel the ache deep inside her before Rutherford even got started. She shuddered in anticipation, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what she should have been expecting. Like usual, Rutherford just grabbed hold of her and lined himself up all carefully, until the fat head of his dick was kissing the puffed out lips of her needy pussy. He was being considerate as usual, and after that point he usually eased in slowly so the ache of her clamping pussy being stretched to take something way too large was a gradual pain.

Instead, Rutherford grabbed Gwen’s hands and pulled them back behind her, using her arms like reigns to hold on to as he reared back and gave one good, hard thrust! He moaned, Gwen screamed, the sudden insertion of a dick so utterly enormous it pushed a thick bulge out against her tummy happening so quickly that the only sensation to jolt her brain was a sharp, stinging pain. Her eyes glossed over and her thighs tensed and her knees buckled, but Rutherford kept her held up easily enough. He was strong enough to handle her.

“Like this?” Rutherford grunted, panting a little. Gwen just trembled, many of her muscles spasming involuntarily. She struggled to even breathe, gasping for air and arching her back suddenly to do so.

“Yes!” She cried, “Yes! Please!”

Her reactions were odd. Rutherford knew what pleasure was, and he knew how people often reacted to his dick… Gwen didn’t react the same way, she usually didn’t even want him to move very much if she could help it. But now she was twitching and her breathing was all fluttery and gasping, like he’d hurt her somehow. Still, she told him it was what she wanted and she began to get wiggly and insistent when he hesitated, so… he kept it up. Gripping her wrists with strong little hands, he began to wrench his hips in earnest.

“Gunh!” Gwen cried, searing pain lighting up her pussy unlike anything else. Was that what it felt like to give birth? It may as well have been as far as she was concerned. She continued to cry out and yell, grunting as loud as she could when Rutherford continued to fuck her. He pounded his crotch against her backside, his swift strokes using as much of his length as he could in frantic stabbing motions. The sheer size of his dick felt like it was forcibly rearranging her guts with every plunge, and her body bounced between him and the wall where her cheek would mash into and bump against the tile. It rattled her brains; she couldn’t keep herself from drooling like an animal.

Rutherford’s dick smashed into her womb like an orbital collision, tearing through her tightness like it was burning in the atmosphere. Their bodies struck with wet slaps, sounding off as if he were spanking her perky ass with his hips using the same force he might use with his hands. His balls, plump and full, swing and bashed against her crotch too, adding just that little bit of extra punch to every thrust of his hips. It hurt, aching deep inside Gwen as she was torn up. In her mind though, Gwen was intoxicated by the harsh rutting.

This was the way it was meant to be. Rutherford was to be able to give her everything he had, as best as he could, without holding anything back. Indeed, as the little dragon crashed into her time and again and distended her tight cunny and slender little belly with the imprint of his massive dick, he was moaning like he was trying to roar. His dick burned like she thought a dragon’s ought to, red-hot like his shaft’s colour suggested, leaving a residual warmth even when he’d withdraw. He fanned the flames of his own lust alongside hers, happy to do so and practically squealing in delight.

“So good, so tight!” Rutherford moaned, “Mmf! Unf!”

“M-More!” Gwen hoarsely groaned, “Hnn-n-nnn! Fffuck me more!”

Rutherford released her wrists and grabbed her hips, pumping that little bit harder. He was so eager and passionate in this innocent sort of way. He always did things like that with the same kind of attitude as if he were lending someone a cup of sugar. He was being nice, helping someone out. But he got so passionate then, so lusty and erotic, that it felt a little bit different than the usual. Something in Gwen’s mind clicked. Her wet tail picked up in a frantic wagging and she braced her arms against the wall as she was brutally pounded by her friend. It actually stopped hurting… or maybe it hurt so much she just couldn’t feel it anymore. In any case, her head was spinning. She hardly knew where she even was.

The dragon jammed his hips forward to crush her against the wall, and plunged into the absolute depths of her with one mighty push. His cock twitched and throbbed, shifting around inside of her so powerfully... and then it glutted, thumping a little fatter, a little more swollen, before it unleashed a flood of seed. It gushed into the little slender stoat loudly – BLORT! Gwen let out a gurgling cry as her belly filled with gravid fluid, like a water balloon on a faucet. Her trim tummy got rounded out to the sides of a basketball, then with another hefty twitch and a gushing, sloshing surge of creamy hot jizz it expanded to nearly the size of a ripe watermelon. That proved to be the absolute extent of her capacity however, or even well beyond that, as an eruption of the sticky strands of hot dragon cum came spilling from her over-stuffed folds and splattered all over their legs and the floor.

Rutherford was forced out by the fullness, and having the mind to realize that if he carried on his jizz might have come out of her ears in a few moments. Even then, Rutherford’s cum was about all Gwen could taste and smell, the stoat drooling all over herself and losing touch with most of her other senses. Her body tingled and her legs gave out from under her as Rutherford removed himself from her then gaping hole. Her over-taxed pussy clenched and flexed around something that was no longer there, feminine juices squirting out onto the floor as orgasms rocked her little body. Rutherford hadn’t stopped cumming – more streams of thick jizz, like from a hose, splashed down and coated Gwen’s fur. It was so thick that it wasn’t easily washed away, even under the water.

In moments Gwen’s back was frosted in heavy white that drooled down over her sides.

“Hnnnah… Nnh…” Gwen swallowed, her slinky form arched and her toes curled. Her fingers clawed the tile wall. She’d simply gone, there in body but not in spirit. She felt so terribly overwhelmed by pleasure she thought something inside might just fall out, even as sticky cum drained from her in gratuitous amounts. She was warm, fuzzy even, but uncomfortable. The blend of sensations was inexplicable.

Rutherford was a little winded but far from exhausted. Seeing Gwen nearly unconscious on the shower floor, he gathered her up and helped clean her off, being very delicate with her as she slumped against him. He didn’t know how sore she was after being fucked, he just assumed he’d done well. She didn’t seem mad by any means, at least no more than usual. He cleaned her up, took her out, dried her off, and then took her to her bedroom to brush her fur, bundle her up, and then put her to bed. Gwen practically purred as she wrapped herself up in a blanket cocoon and nuzzled into her pillow. Ruther blushed – he really must have satisfied her!

He left her to rest, exiting her bedroom full of stuffed toys and a big, warm bed that smothered her with comfort. The curtains were closed, casting the room in a sort of orange shade that warmed the room and encouraged sleep. She yawned as she rolled over, nursing a stuffed gullet of jizz and some aching crotch. She let out a grumble, took a deep breath, and then she relaxed. For a moment her mind wandered to nicer things – if she married Rutherford, would they be like that all the time? She smiled at the thought. Even if it hurt, she’d get used to it for him. Plus, she knew that what she just got was the tip of the ice berg. Rutherford was capable of so much more… he had something of a magical seal on his virility. Dragons were mighty creatures – a regular ol’ girl like her shouldn’t have been able to handle him.

But he still came back with a cup of juice for her to drink. He was an amazing, fantastical creature, and she was just a girl. Even so, he treated her so sweet. Indeed, if she was with him it might be a lot of toil and effort to live up to his standard, and a lot of aching sexual pain, but… she was excited by the idea.

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