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~~~ Bobcat ~~~

“I feel weird watching this,” said the long-haired girl.

“Yeah… me too,” the closer one said as they both stared, mouths open. Both of them and Bobcat were peeking through a bush at the edge of a small clearing where the huge black dragon who had carried him all morning… was being aggressively mounted, and mated. The dragon doing the mounting, he was pretty sure, was the icy cold one who had kept him like a pet.

Actually, he was being pretty gentle with the black one, Bobcat realized, but with dragons, even gentle things seemed rough and violent and earth-shaking.

“How about you?” the closer one asked, turning her face partly his way, but not her eyes.

Dragon cocks are so weird.

First of all, there were two. Secondly, they grew out super fast, and then shrank again, over and over, like a living, breathing, inflating bag, until they found the hole, apparently. And they apparently had little spikes.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” he agreed.

“It’s amazing,” the longhaired one said, “Ivy is going to be so fucking pissed that she missed it.”

Right beside him, the other girl slumped, and must have shot the first one a look that Bobcat couldn’t see, as all he saw was her roughly chopped hair.

“Fucking… pissed,” the other reiterated.

Bobcat chuckled at this.

“Sorry about Daffodil,” the closer one said, “Someone was here from Safe Harbor last week, and they taught her that word, and now, she thinks it’s soooo cool to say.” She rolled her eyes, and then widened them at the dragons again, as they grinded and groaned together.

“Shut the fuck up Violet!” Daffodil whispered back, though he thought it might have been the loudest whisper he had ever heard.

The earth trembled, and they all looked back at the dragons again. The Black one’s leg shook visibly, and they were feeling it beneath their feet.

“Damn, that is so hot,” Violet breathed, “just… wow.”

“That is Moon, isn’t it?” Daffodil asked.

“Of course, It’s gotta be, look at the white scale by her eye, that’s how you can tell she’s a mind-reader. You’d know all that if you paid attention, ever.”

“I pay attention sometimes,” Daffodil protested. “I’m paying attention right now…”

“Yeah, to sex,” Violet mocked.

“So what’s your name?” Daffodil whispered. “Obviously you know ours now.”

“Bobcat,” he told her, and he immediately regretted it. Having been living alone out in the woods, he had never actually said it out loud to anyone before, and now it sounded all wrong on his lips. He shrugged internally; it was still better than his old one. He felt their eyes on him and turned back to the dragons.

“Well, Bobcat, welcome to Sanctuary,” Violet said, raising an eyebrow at the copulating dragons, “a safe place for dragons and humans to intermingle and… I guess, watch them screw each other’s brains out.”

“Right, so… she’s Violet, I’m Daffodil, and that, is our big sparkly friend Winter.”

“And you obviously know Moon,” Violet added “the dragon he’s in love with.”

Daffodil drew in a gasp. “That’s right!” she said, “he must be…”

“Over the damn… moons,” Violet finished. 

~~~ Moon ~~~

Winter was being soooooo stubborn. “You’ve barely even seen me, you just got here, how do you know I even-”

Moon reached up and bit into his neck again, and growled into him as she dug her claws into his neck scales.

Moon wasn’t sure what was taking him so long, or what she’d finally done to flip him over the edge, but after a moment she felt him move into position, and she whimpered in anticipation as she felt him push them in, and as they slipped into her, she moaned loud, her breath hissing through her teeth and his scales. Yes, finally, yes YESSSS…

Then, they filled her, in a quick unfolding that made her gasp and shudder from the sudden invasion of cold. He leaned into her, grinding their scales together, sliding in deeper, then back out a little, then deeper again, all the while pulsing inside her. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled out of control, and he thrust again, and again, each time a bit harder than the last.

She felt it coming, it all happened so fast. She had no time to prepare, to even think about what it meant.

Her voice became otherworldly, and the words began to spill out, of their own accord as her orgasm gripped her:

“WHEN THE MOON SETS FULL, AND WINTER COMES, THERE WILL-”

Moon slammed her talons over her snout and held tight as her vaginas fluttered and spasmed, squeezing him, and she moaned through her nose, fighting the words that tried to crawl out. She saw no vision with it, it was just their copulation and her intense climax that seemingly triggered it. If it’s real, it will happen again anyway…

As her orgasm subsided, she let go of his neck, shook her head and blinked.

“Moon,” Winter said cautiously, “that sounded like… a pro-”

“It wasn’t a prophecy!” she snapped.

~~~ Bobcat ~~~

The black dragon they were calling Moon, was doing something quite strange. Her eyes had gone milky white, and her mouth was held weirdly open for a moment. Recognition stirred within him, and Bobcat’s stomach lurched. He had seen this once before.

Daffodil breathed out a long slow whistle.

Violet, however, looked slightly alarmed. “Is that… Is she coming?”

Daffodil let out an exasperated snort. “Obviously!”

Moon began to growl with an odd rhythm, and her voice almost sounded like it was coming from everywhere around them.

“I don’t think that’s it…” Bobcat started to say.

“Oh, that is a dragon orgasm if I ever saw one,” Daffodil insisted.

“Have you ever seen one?” asked Violet.

“Yeah,” she snapped back, “We’re all seeing one, right now.”

Something was bothering Bobcat. Something one of them had said…

“Oh wow, are they gonna keep going?” Daffodil’s voice was full of wonder.

“Well I think she finished, but I don’t think he did.”

“Wait a second,” he broke in, “what did you just say about… mind-reading?”

They looked at him, and Violet spoke.

“The black one is named Moon, she can read minds.”

“So… can she read our minds, right now?”

“Oh.” Violet nodded, wincing. “Maybe we should…”

“Stop talking about how hot this is?” Daffodil finished.

Bobcat wasn’t sure that was enough. “Maybe we shouldn’t be here when they are done,” he suggested.