Fuzziness Aloft
Author's Note: No, it's not anything prescribed... It's just a random lemon. Oh, the glory of self-insert. ... what? I for one seen nothing wrong with hot sexxors that includes me. o_o; This didn't even take that long to write. And as usual, yes, I'm always working on other ones. Blahh. Disclaimer: If you don't like it it's not my fault. You're responsible for any reaction you get out of reading this. And no minors. You know. The typical.
Sorai Presents:
Fuzziness Aloft
July had come quite quickly, and with it, a foot and a half of snow. Something was obviously wrong. Even Sorai was troubled by this as he trotted up the snow-packed trail. The azumarril's enormous feet kept him aloft where other mammals may have fallen through, and so he traversed the powdered crust without worry. Today, he thought, was a good time for a vacation.
Onward he trudged. Past the trees, where several pidgey huddled together, shivering. Through the woods and hills and up, always up. The air grew colder by the minute and now not even most snow-bound predators would give him any trouble. The wind forced him back, knocked him down several times, but still on he pressed. Determined. Obsessed.
"I WILL make it!"
He proclaimed this to himself more than the wind, which, though his body was unaffected by the cold, still bit with frost at the outside of his fur. The trees were behind him. Now there was nothing but upward rolling ground and the flurry of snowflakes and clouds above. He pressed another foot forward, and this time he tumbled into thin air, screaming.
"Zaaaaaaa....!"
Whumpf. His curses ended early as he rolled down the edge of the dropoff and hit the snow but a few feet later. He pulled himself from the white, powdery crater he'd just made and shook his fur clean. Before he could continue his verbal rampage, however, he grinned wide eyed. He'd reached his destination.
Some say that this mountain was full of springs. Some hot, some tap-water temperature, and some cold. He'd found the latter. The blue/white bunny danced on his paws as he soaked in the area.
For some reason, the snow on the other side of the mountain hadn't reached into the inside of the bowl of earth. Now looking up, he could see that the stars shone brightly, and only the edges of the blizzard clouds showed themselves. Looking down again, he saw that all of the ground was clean, albeit frozen. The fine, frigid grains of silt turned beneath his feet as he walked across the beach and to his true destination.
Despite being ice cold, the spring had not actually frozen over. The edges of the pool were covered in a crystal-like substance that he slipped upon almost immediately after setting paw into it. He squeaked, yelped, and hit the water with a loud splash. The cold soaked his fur and rushed through him, but unlike most waters, the coolness seemed to refresh him. It even left a slight tingle running through his body, and he breathed easier than ever.
As he floated there, by grace of his fluffy body and tailball, he laughed maniacally to himself.
"There's no one here today... nope, no one here. No one is crazy enough to come up in the storm and now the whole spring is miiine."
He righted himself again and after swimming a few laps, leaned back in the middle of the pool. Once, he chanced a look down, and could not quite see the bottom. Perhaps he would explore it later, he thought. Before he could do that, though, the devious urges seized his mind. With the energetic spark of the spring rushing through him, he couldn't help his natural desires.
Alone. Comfortable. Perfect.
Sorai's shaft hardened before he even got to it to the paw. He groaned as he felt the cool water rush over his emerging erection, making him horny all the faster. With his tail carefully checked to keep him buoyant, he finally circled his fuzzy blue paws around his cock and squeezed. A faint trickle of pre rolled down his shaft, slicking him despite the water.
"Ahhn... that's more like it..."
The azumarril leaned back in the water and started to stroke away. His paw felt all the more warmer in the cold embrace of the spring, and his powerful little hips thrust right up from the water and into his huge paws. He grit his teeth as he pleasured himself with the silky tight hold of his paw, shaft pulsing strongly.
He didn't notice it.
Not at first, anyway.
It got a little warmer in the pool, but just slightly. The tingling sensation didn't leave him. Sorai was so caught up with his pawing off that he didn't notice the disturbances in the water. The sudden, minute roll of waves. Or the blue-white coil that circled him a few times.
He noticed.
Sorai screamed and flailed as the coils wrapped around his feet, expecting to be pulled under. They didn't, though- the smooth skin simply wrapped his legs and lifted him several feet from the water. The creature held him still until he calmed, and finally looked up. His eyes widened at the face of the dragonair.
Immediately he flustered, trying to his erection which just pushed up over the binding coils. "Um, sorry to disturb you, I, um..."
The dragonair curled its headfins back and smiled slyly up at him. "No disturbance, no trouble at all... I've been expecting you. Heard about a well weathered bunny with a hot springs fetish, and... here we are."
Sorai raised an eyebrow up at the elongated dragon. The weather, the spring, him...
"That was you?"
"Yep."
"So... what do you want? Am I lunch?"
The dragonair simply laughed at that and picked the bunny up further, adjusting its coils about his waist so that his legs dangled freely. Before Sorai could build some sort of retaliation, it leaned forward and ran his long tongue across the bunny's side, giving him a good view of its maw. Then it laughed again and leaned back.
"Just kidding! Wow, you small creatures are so paranoid..."
Sorai swallowed hard, trying to get his bearings. And before he could do that, the dragonair swung him over and begun to rub him against its underside. Again he flailed, this time confusedly as his soft fur and ever-stiff shaft stroked against the white, smooth skin of the dragonair. Did he have to know why? He left his head tip back and moaned a little at the attention.
"Ooo... you are soft. Softer than I imagined."
He blinked again at the voice and was able to call his attention away. And than eeped. Beneath him, near where his body had been brushing, a previously undetectable slit on the dragonair's body pinkened and opened. His eyes bulged out at the sight of the enormous shaft that pushed out of the dragonair's body. Male, he thought. Definitely male.
"You're not going to, uh..."
"Just giving you a little test run," the dragonair smiled coyly and licked his cheek again. "Just a little test run. You're perfectly clean from the spring, so we'll see."
Sorai blushed and squirmed as he was pressed against the dragonair's shaft, which was nearly the size of his body at full erection. Still he gaped as he stroked across it, and soon enough, his whole front was smeared with thick dragon pre. Then another sudden shift. He swung around, clutched by the dragonair's tail, and soon found that the dragonair carefully placed his maw against the bunny's posterior.
No words could he get out before the dragonair went to work. With gentle pushes of the horn, he worked and rubbed and brushed at the bunny's posterior. Then his long, agile tongue slipped out and curved right up beneath his tail. Sorai moaned again and flailed his paws when the tongue pushed into him. He squeezed his muscles in refusal, but it was all in vain. The tongue, slick as it was, simply slid right in.
He wanted to protest.
Fight.
Run.
But it felt so damn good. The dragonair's tongue was about the width of his own cock, ten times as long, and a thousand times as slippery. His eyes shut as the long, slippery muscle slid in and out of him, slow at first, but quickly fastening... He thought he'd finally get himself off, all the warm, slick liquids coating his insides and his entrance.
With a grimace, the dragonair pulled back and withdrew his tongue as quickly as he'd thrust it in. The scenery changed again- the clouds and sky and hills rushed by as he descended back to the dragonair's underside. As much as he enjoyed being tortured by the dragonair, there was no way he'd fit that thing inside his comparably small body. No way.
Never.
A few seconds later, he found himself forcefully descended against the enormous cock. The dragonair rolled over so the magnificent curve of his shaft protruded into the air, and simply grinned at Sorai as he forced him down. Sorai screamed.
It wasn't much at first, no. His fear quickly turned to elation as the tip of the dragonair's shaft forced into him. From his previous tonguing, he'd been much more relaxed, and much slicker. The wide tip slid in without any resistance whatsoever, despite stretching him out. Sorai shivered as his posterior was slowly filled with centimeter after centimeter of the widening, curving, thickening cock. As it plowed into him, grinding his every region, the pit of his stomach already filled with just a few squirts of pre. It filled him, warmed him, trickled out and fell to the water below.
By the time the dragonair stopped again, he was gritting his teeth in pain. A large portion of the curve had already gone into him, and a little under half of the dragonair's shaft still remained to enter him. But he stopped. Sorai whimpered up at him with tears in his eyes.
You'll fucking kill me.
Is what he wanted to say, but only a high pitched moan came out. The dragonair caressed his shaft with the curled end of his tail, inching him ever so slowly towards that release. It seemed so distant, that shimmer.
"Don't worry, bunny. I wont hurchya."
Sorai still didn't respond. He was filled to his limit, about to burst, and despite the amazing amount of cock crammed into his rear, the pain still kind of bugged him. The dragonair drew back, though. He slid out slowly, and with his shaft, more and more of the pre poured from him. Once his cock was almost out, though, Sorai's ears drooped a little. He didn't want it to end, after all.
And to his glee, the dragonair drove into him again, a little harder this time, his tailhole stretching to accommodate him. He came to the same place again, and then pulled back, taking more liquid with it, but leaving just as much. Sorai gasped and moaned as the dragonair pulled him closer, coils becoming tighter, and he fucked the little bunny helpless.
Sorai spread his haunches and feebly thrusted his hips at the giant cock. He could get another inch or two, in, he thought.... Another inch or two. Fortunately, the dragonair could keep his thoughts straight, less he impale the bunny. He grinned, would have laughed if it weren't for the strange pleasure he had been experiencing. Sorai made all sorts of clicks and moans and gasps as the enormous shaft pistoned in and out of him...
The azumarril knew it wouldn't last too much longer. His posterior was going numb, the rest of his body with it. He ever-so-slightly tensed his muscles, dared to squeeze, dared to let the dragon's tail curl further around his shaft, and into that thrust. The very shift of muscles in him made him a hundred times tighter, and the giant shaft seemed a hundred times bigger.
It was too much. Sorai screamed, in both pleasure and pain, as his body automatically tensed up. He thought the enormous shaft would tear him apart, but the dragonair quickly pulled back, still leaving a substancial amount in as the bunny came. He kept thrusting into the bunny's slick, tightening, pulsing rump as he shot out rope after rope of seed.
His head lowered and he sucked Sorai off the rest of the way, drinking down every bit of cum that he produced. With his elegant curves, he could fuck Sorai as hard as he wanted while still teasing and playing with him with his tongue. But the slowly rolling, building pleasure of the soft fur and tight, hot insides of the bunny caught up with him. He pulled away from Sorai and lifted his head to the air, and roared.
Sorai made another loud, startled squeak as the dragonair thrusted into him again, firmly. And then that enormous cock swelled, slipping back from the pure force of his orgasm. Quickly, almost instantly, his rump filled with hot dragon cum. And as the rest of the spurt gushed and dripped down his legs, the over-eager dragonair's shaft slipped out.
Splash after splash of hot cum soaked the landscape, the water, and Sorai's body. The dragonair's liquids flew like a low-velocity fire hose. The azumarril grinned and eagerly licked up every bit of it he could- which was nothing much, for in a matter of moments, he was covered in head to toe.
The dragonair, still in the throes of orgasm, could gather enough reasoning to guide Sorai to the tip of his jumping, spraying shaft, and let him suck down what he could, and lick off every drop that remained once he'd finished.
Time passed. The dragonair calmed, and immediately slipped into the springs again. He took Sorai in and dipped him a couple times, cleaning off the spent bunny. Once clean, he sat him on the curve of his belly and leaned his muzzle down, close to the bunny, to watch him recover. When he'd finally finished catching his breath, he looked up to the dragonair and smiled faintly.
"I'm... really gonna miss that."
"Miss?" the dragonair blinked. "Oh, no no, don't worry."
"So... get what you want?"
"Sorta." The dragonair grinned and shook a bit. "I sorta need you."
"Um?" Sorai blushed and tilted his head, trying to ignore the strong, but fondly minded aching of his rump. "What do you mean?"
The dragonair scooped him up once more and held onto him tightly as he took up to the air. As he did, the clouds faded away, and the snow stopped. Weather gradually resumed it's normal state. From his captive position, Sorai stared up at the dragonair nonchalantly.
"Well?"
The serpent regarded him for a moment, with an almost apologetic smile as they glided off into the distance.
"Well... you see, I had to find a good gift for my mate. She's... what I think you call, a plushophile..."
~Fin~
Sorai Presents:
Fuzziness Aloft
July had come quite quickly, and with it, a foot and a half of snow. Something was obviously wrong. Even Sorai was troubled by this as he trotted up the snow-packed trail. The azumarril's enormous feet kept him aloft where other mammals may have fallen through, and so he traversed the powdered crust without worry. Today, he thought, was a good time for a vacation.
Onward he trudged. Past the trees, where several pidgey huddled together, shivering. Through the woods and hills and up, always up. The air grew colder by the minute and now not even most snow-bound predators would give him any trouble. The wind forced him back, knocked him down several times, but still on he pressed. Determined. Obsessed.
"I WILL make it!"
He proclaimed this to himself more than the wind, which, though his body was unaffected by the cold, still bit with frost at the outside of his fur. The trees were behind him. Now there was nothing but upward rolling ground and the flurry of snowflakes and clouds above. He pressed another foot forward, and this time he tumbled into thin air, screaming.
"Zaaaaaaa....!"
Whumpf. His curses ended early as he rolled down the edge of the dropoff and hit the snow but a few feet later. He pulled himself from the white, powdery crater he'd just made and shook his fur clean. Before he could continue his verbal rampage, however, he grinned wide eyed. He'd reached his destination.
Some say that this mountain was full of springs. Some hot, some tap-water temperature, and some cold. He'd found the latter. The blue/white bunny danced on his paws as he soaked in the area.
For some reason, the snow on the other side of the mountain hadn't reached into the inside of the bowl of earth. Now looking up, he could see that the stars shone brightly, and only the edges of the blizzard clouds showed themselves. Looking down again, he saw that all of the ground was clean, albeit frozen. The fine, frigid grains of silt turned beneath his feet as he walked across the beach and to his true destination.
Despite being ice cold, the spring had not actually frozen over. The edges of the pool were covered in a crystal-like substance that he slipped upon almost immediately after setting paw into it. He squeaked, yelped, and hit the water with a loud splash. The cold soaked his fur and rushed through him, but unlike most waters, the coolness seemed to refresh him. It even left a slight tingle running through his body, and he breathed easier than ever.
As he floated there, by grace of his fluffy body and tailball, he laughed maniacally to himself.
"There's no one here today... nope, no one here. No one is crazy enough to come up in the storm and now the whole spring is miiine."
He righted himself again and after swimming a few laps, leaned back in the middle of the pool. Once, he chanced a look down, and could not quite see the bottom. Perhaps he would explore it later, he thought. Before he could do that, though, the devious urges seized his mind. With the energetic spark of the spring rushing through him, he couldn't help his natural desires.
Alone. Comfortable. Perfect.
Sorai's shaft hardened before he even got to it to the paw. He groaned as he felt the cool water rush over his emerging erection, making him horny all the faster. With his tail carefully checked to keep him buoyant, he finally circled his fuzzy blue paws around his cock and squeezed. A faint trickle of pre rolled down his shaft, slicking him despite the water.
"Ahhn... that's more like it..."
The azumarril leaned back in the water and started to stroke away. His paw felt all the more warmer in the cold embrace of the spring, and his powerful little hips thrust right up from the water and into his huge paws. He grit his teeth as he pleasured himself with the silky tight hold of his paw, shaft pulsing strongly.
He didn't notice it.
Not at first, anyway.
It got a little warmer in the pool, but just slightly. The tingling sensation didn't leave him. Sorai was so caught up with his pawing off that he didn't notice the disturbances in the water. The sudden, minute roll of waves. Or the blue-white coil that circled him a few times.
He noticed.
Sorai screamed and flailed as the coils wrapped around his feet, expecting to be pulled under. They didn't, though- the smooth skin simply wrapped his legs and lifted him several feet from the water. The creature held him still until he calmed, and finally looked up. His eyes widened at the face of the dragonair.
Immediately he flustered, trying to his erection which just pushed up over the binding coils. "Um, sorry to disturb you, I, um..."
The dragonair curled its headfins back and smiled slyly up at him. "No disturbance, no trouble at all... I've been expecting you. Heard about a well weathered bunny with a hot springs fetish, and... here we are."
Sorai raised an eyebrow up at the elongated dragon. The weather, the spring, him...
"That was you?"
"Yep."
"So... what do you want? Am I lunch?"
The dragonair simply laughed at that and picked the bunny up further, adjusting its coils about his waist so that his legs dangled freely. Before Sorai could build some sort of retaliation, it leaned forward and ran his long tongue across the bunny's side, giving him a good view of its maw. Then it laughed again and leaned back.
"Just kidding! Wow, you small creatures are so paranoid..."
Sorai swallowed hard, trying to get his bearings. And before he could do that, the dragonair swung him over and begun to rub him against its underside. Again he flailed, this time confusedly as his soft fur and ever-stiff shaft stroked against the white, smooth skin of the dragonair. Did he have to know why? He left his head tip back and moaned a little at the attention.
"Ooo... you are soft. Softer than I imagined."
He blinked again at the voice and was able to call his attention away. And than eeped. Beneath him, near where his body had been brushing, a previously undetectable slit on the dragonair's body pinkened and opened. His eyes bulged out at the sight of the enormous shaft that pushed out of the dragonair's body. Male, he thought. Definitely male.
"You're not going to, uh..."
"Just giving you a little test run," the dragonair smiled coyly and licked his cheek again. "Just a little test run. You're perfectly clean from the spring, so we'll see."
Sorai blushed and squirmed as he was pressed against the dragonair's shaft, which was nearly the size of his body at full erection. Still he gaped as he stroked across it, and soon enough, his whole front was smeared with thick dragon pre. Then another sudden shift. He swung around, clutched by the dragonair's tail, and soon found that the dragonair carefully placed his maw against the bunny's posterior.
No words could he get out before the dragonair went to work. With gentle pushes of the horn, he worked and rubbed and brushed at the bunny's posterior. Then his long, agile tongue slipped out and curved right up beneath his tail. Sorai moaned again and flailed his paws when the tongue pushed into him. He squeezed his muscles in refusal, but it was all in vain. The tongue, slick as it was, simply slid right in.
He wanted to protest.
Fight.
Run.
But it felt so damn good. The dragonair's tongue was about the width of his own cock, ten times as long, and a thousand times as slippery. His eyes shut as the long, slippery muscle slid in and out of him, slow at first, but quickly fastening... He thought he'd finally get himself off, all the warm, slick liquids coating his insides and his entrance.
With a grimace, the dragonair pulled back and withdrew his tongue as quickly as he'd thrust it in. The scenery changed again- the clouds and sky and hills rushed by as he descended back to the dragonair's underside. As much as he enjoyed being tortured by the dragonair, there was no way he'd fit that thing inside his comparably small body. No way.
Never.
A few seconds later, he found himself forcefully descended against the enormous cock. The dragonair rolled over so the magnificent curve of his shaft protruded into the air, and simply grinned at Sorai as he forced him down. Sorai screamed.
It wasn't much at first, no. His fear quickly turned to elation as the tip of the dragonair's shaft forced into him. From his previous tonguing, he'd been much more relaxed, and much slicker. The wide tip slid in without any resistance whatsoever, despite stretching him out. Sorai shivered as his posterior was slowly filled with centimeter after centimeter of the widening, curving, thickening cock. As it plowed into him, grinding his every region, the pit of his stomach already filled with just a few squirts of pre. It filled him, warmed him, trickled out and fell to the water below.
By the time the dragonair stopped again, he was gritting his teeth in pain. A large portion of the curve had already gone into him, and a little under half of the dragonair's shaft still remained to enter him. But he stopped. Sorai whimpered up at him with tears in his eyes.
You'll fucking kill me.
Is what he wanted to say, but only a high pitched moan came out. The dragonair caressed his shaft with the curled end of his tail, inching him ever so slowly towards that release. It seemed so distant, that shimmer.
"Don't worry, bunny. I wont hurchya."
Sorai still didn't respond. He was filled to his limit, about to burst, and despite the amazing amount of cock crammed into his rear, the pain still kind of bugged him. The dragonair drew back, though. He slid out slowly, and with his shaft, more and more of the pre poured from him. Once his cock was almost out, though, Sorai's ears drooped a little. He didn't want it to end, after all.
And to his glee, the dragonair drove into him again, a little harder this time, his tailhole stretching to accommodate him. He came to the same place again, and then pulled back, taking more liquid with it, but leaving just as much. Sorai gasped and moaned as the dragonair pulled him closer, coils becoming tighter, and he fucked the little bunny helpless.
Sorai spread his haunches and feebly thrusted his hips at the giant cock. He could get another inch or two, in, he thought.... Another inch or two. Fortunately, the dragonair could keep his thoughts straight, less he impale the bunny. He grinned, would have laughed if it weren't for the strange pleasure he had been experiencing. Sorai made all sorts of clicks and moans and gasps as the enormous shaft pistoned in and out of him...
The azumarril knew it wouldn't last too much longer. His posterior was going numb, the rest of his body with it. He ever-so-slightly tensed his muscles, dared to squeeze, dared to let the dragon's tail curl further around his shaft, and into that thrust. The very shift of muscles in him made him a hundred times tighter, and the giant shaft seemed a hundred times bigger.
It was too much. Sorai screamed, in both pleasure and pain, as his body automatically tensed up. He thought the enormous shaft would tear him apart, but the dragonair quickly pulled back, still leaving a substancial amount in as the bunny came. He kept thrusting into the bunny's slick, tightening, pulsing rump as he shot out rope after rope of seed.
His head lowered and he sucked Sorai off the rest of the way, drinking down every bit of cum that he produced. With his elegant curves, he could fuck Sorai as hard as he wanted while still teasing and playing with him with his tongue. But the slowly rolling, building pleasure of the soft fur and tight, hot insides of the bunny caught up with him. He pulled away from Sorai and lifted his head to the air, and roared.
Sorai made another loud, startled squeak as the dragonair thrusted into him again, firmly. And then that enormous cock swelled, slipping back from the pure force of his orgasm. Quickly, almost instantly, his rump filled with hot dragon cum. And as the rest of the spurt gushed and dripped down his legs, the over-eager dragonair's shaft slipped out.
Splash after splash of hot cum soaked the landscape, the water, and Sorai's body. The dragonair's liquids flew like a low-velocity fire hose. The azumarril grinned and eagerly licked up every bit of it he could- which was nothing much, for in a matter of moments, he was covered in head to toe.
The dragonair, still in the throes of orgasm, could gather enough reasoning to guide Sorai to the tip of his jumping, spraying shaft, and let him suck down what he could, and lick off every drop that remained once he'd finished.
Time passed. The dragonair calmed, and immediately slipped into the springs again. He took Sorai in and dipped him a couple times, cleaning off the spent bunny. Once clean, he sat him on the curve of his belly and leaned his muzzle down, close to the bunny, to watch him recover. When he'd finally finished catching his breath, he looked up to the dragonair and smiled faintly.
"I'm... really gonna miss that."
"Miss?" the dragonair blinked. "Oh, no no, don't worry."
"So... get what you want?"
"Sorta." The dragonair grinned and shook a bit. "I sorta need you."
"Um?" Sorai blushed and tilted his head, trying to ignore the strong, but fondly minded aching of his rump. "What do you mean?"
The dragonair scooped him up once more and held onto him tightly as he took up to the air. As he did, the clouds faded away, and the snow stopped. Weather gradually resumed it's normal state. From his captive position, Sorai stared up at the dragonair nonchalantly.
"Well?"
The serpent regarded him for a moment, with an almost apologetic smile as they glided off into the distance.
"Well... you see, I had to find a good gift for my mate. She's... what I think you call, a plushophile..."
~Fin~
Chapter End Notes:
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