Well, I have produced another one.  This one started off with me
pondering the mating habits of other races, then developed into
a little story of self discovery.  Actually... no, make that shared
discovery.  Anyway, the mating habits of one theoretical race are
outlined here.  Not sure how practical they would be, but they
were fun to write about.

As usual, hope that people enjoy it and any comments, criticisms and
all that will be warmly received.  Always nice to know that someone
at least has read it and it didn't disappear into the ether.  And
a warning, there is some sex and sexual details given, this may
offend some people and so they shouldn't read it.  If beings want
to re-enact, the author takes no responsibility for stains or damage
caused to bedding.

Hope you like it.

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With Pleasure, My Dragon
By Divigon ( Divigon@furry.org.au )


Seth tapped in his entry code and stepped inside as the door opened.

"Morning Dude," he announced to Whit.

"Morning," came the reply.  "Catch you in twelve hours."

"Sure thing."

There was the usual nod and the two creatures slipped by each other. 
Seth watched the equine leave and manoeuvred his way into the
cramped bathroom.  Station life was good, but the room size was
pathetic.  Part of the problem was the two of them sharing the room. 
Whit was a good guy, but Seth had hardly seen any of him since the
had been allocated the room together.

Station Admin rigged it like that of course.  Twelve hours on,
twelve hours off.  That meant a person would be at work at least
half of every day, so why leave a room empty for that length of
time.  Stick another person in it and halve the accommodation needs.

Of course, there were a few minor drawbacks.  Seth looked at the
array of potions and liquids on the tiny dresser.  Hair treatments,
smeg cleaner, hoof polish.  He did not know what half of that stuff
was.  He looked over at his collection of beauty aids, mainly scale
and wing membrane treatments.  He supposed he was not much better.

He finished his shower and towelled himself off before squeezing
into the main room again.  At least here he could stretch out his
wings.  He looked around, thought about going out, then decided on a
quiet night in.  He rummaged in the bottom of his locker.  "Sexy
Scale" was tossed to one side.  "Jace's Juicies" got a little more
attention, but he decided on "FoxxFire Fiend Folio."  He had found
this collection of ancient Earth art hidden away in some antique
dealer's office long after the planet had been destroyed.  The
humans may have seemed barbaric, but the definitely had some good
artists.  Not much of a clue about alien physiology of course, but
pretty good none the less.

He lay back on the bed, spread eagled and began to turn the crinkled
pages.  He felt his length begin to emerge and encouraged it with a
gentle paw.  The book moved to the side and his eyes closed, his
body enjoying his touch. 

His eyes snapped open again as he heard the door slide open.

There was a startled yelp, followed by some tentative coughing. 
Seth sat up and looked at the nervous Whit.

"Ummm... errr... computer breakdown," mumbled Whit, trying not to
look direct at the dragon.  "The entire grid is down so they gave us
the shift off.  Said it will take at least ten hours to fix."

The equine sidestepped around the edge of the room.

"I'll just grab some stuff and head to the Rec."

Seth nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

Whit pulled a bag from his locker and began to shuffle out.

"Nice..." he mumbled.

One of Seth's pointed ears swivelled towards the cowering horse. 

"Sorry?" he asked.

"Nice... ummm... equipment," Whit murmured again.

"Oh.. right," nodded the dragon.  "Thanks.  I like to think so."

"Well, I'm probably the wrong person to ask," mumbled Whit.  "I
can't say I know much about dragons."

"You don't?" returned Seth.  "You share a room with one and you
don't know much about us?"

Whit nodded. 

"I never knew you looked like, well, that," a large hand pointed in
the general direction of Seth's groin.

Seth looked down.

"You mean my penis?" he said.  "I thought everyone knew about
those."

Whit nodded, "I had heard the stories, but not ever seen it."

Now it was Seth's turn to look puzzled. 

"And what stories would that be."

The horse blushed again.

"You know, the ones about your religious festivals where everyone
runs around bonking each other."

The horse looked startled as he realised what he had said.

"Oh.. ummm... bad choice of words..." he stammered.

Seth grinned, "Don't worry, its not that exact, but not too far from
the truth either.  Its not something we tend to broadcast to the
world."

Whit nodded, "well, like I said.  I'm not an expert on dragons."

Seth sat up, then patted the bed beside him.

"Come on then," he declared.  "I shall make you an expert.  If
you've got some time, may as well use it productively."

Whit did his best impression of a startled rabbit, not sure whether
to make a bolt for the door or sit beside the naked dragon.  After a
few moments he reached a decision and took up residence on the bed. 
Seth smiled and curled his tail around an overall covered leg.

"So you won't run away," he whispered conspiratorially before
adding.  "Any questions, go ahead and ask them.  I will try to be
blunt, but only because I've seen this talk given with flowery
language and people walk out not knowing what is going on.  As
you've probably noticed, I'm not too embarrassed by anything, but
I've never given this talk before, so I might be at the end of it."

Whit nodded in understanding.

"Right," began Seth.  "I'll start at the beginning, because, as you
put it, you've got a few basic facts wrong.  The celebration as you
put it is referred to as Ostapas and it is not a religious feast. 
It has nothing to do with religion, it is more a biological sort of
thing." 

"It all goes back millions of years, our ancestors discovered that
part of genetic success is a large gene pool.  What was happening
was only the strongest and most dominant creatures were breeding and
so successive generations were becoming stronger and more dominant. 
This is not necessarily a bad thing, but it does tend to focus the
genes.  For some reason, nature decided that it did not like this,
so it played a joker card.  Our ancestral females began to
synchronise their ovulation cycles, so they all became receptive to
mating at the same time.  Suddenly there was one male for each
female and things were in balance."

"But as we all know, things don't like to stay in balance.  Time
passed, balance shifted and the population ended up with about a two
to one population ratio.  For ever female there were two males. 
This gave the females a greater choice of genes, but also made the
competition fiercer between the males.  Their cycles also continued
to be in sync."

"More time passed, nature made small tweaks and we ended up with
what we have today.  On our planet a year is approximately ten
months.  At the same time every year pretty well every sexually
active female starts to ovulate or as some say, come into heat. 
This releases a cocktail of hormones into their bodies which produce
an avalanche of changes.  To be a little crude, they all become
insatiable horny.  Their desire to mate is almost overwhelming."

"Their bodies change, their sex enlarges to facilitate the mating
process.  They also begin to produce hormones which are released by
their body.  We, the males, are incredibly receptive to these
hormones.  They trigger their own changes in our bodies.  We begin
to produce semen and start to look for females to mate with. 
Originally this produced massive fights, but nature has counted by
making our bodies produce a hormone that makes up naturally passive
and submissive.  The males basically sit around, ready for action as
it were, waiting for a female to take us away.  The females turn
naturally dominant so it balances out."

"The females head for a place where they can lay their eggs.  Out
planet is tectonically unstable, so there are many volcanos, thermal
springs and hot sands about, so the females tend to congregate
around those places.  The warmth provides an idea climate for the
eggs.  In the modern day there are now large parks, referred to as
National Parks for most of the year, but Ostapas Parks for the two
weeks while it lasts."

"Once a female has mated and her egg fertilised there is another
slight hormone change.  Males will follow her, almost slave like,
but will not attempt any sexual behaviour.  She will find a suitable
spot and lay her egg, then a short time after laying, once the egg
is safely covered, she becomes sexually active again and the cycle
repeats.  On average, a female will lay two or three eggs.  Once her
last egg is laid, it is like a switch being turned off and after a
few days males will have no sexual interest in her what so ever.  In
their older years, the females develop a mothering instinct and look
after the young hatchlings as they hatch.  There is a high mortality
rate, the most common cause of death is temperature fluctuations.  A
minute temperature change at the wrong time can cause an embryo to
die.  On one hand its bad that it is such a hit and miss affair, but
on the other it does mean we're not overrun with dragons."

"So the males just sit around waiting for a female to come up and
drag them into the bushes?" asked Whit.

Seth nodded.

"More or less.  Of course, the males are all sitting around,
hormones raging through their bodies, randy as anything, so they
tend to group up and have quiet little orgies on their own.  This is
probably where the myths come from.  I don't think you understand
the changes our bodies go through.  It's the strangest thing."

He pointed down to his own erect length.

"This is my penis.  At the moment, as you can see its erect.  It's
also fully functional and working well.  This is nothing when
compared to what its like during the Ostapas."

He pointed to two small mounds a few inches below his penis, getting
towards his tail.

"Those are my testicles.  During Ostapas they are producing so much
sperm that they grow to about the same size as my sheath and hang
like a mammals.  All this time you're sitting around with a bunch of
like minded individuals, masturbating away, trying to ease some of
the pressure, but you're strangely calm.  Everything is fine, there
is no need to do anything, no urgency to mate.  Important yes, but
you can handle not being chosen.   Then a female appears.  She looks
you over, gives you a knowing wink and lifts her tail slightly. 
That's it, you're hers.  You follow her where-ever she may lead and
are more than eager to mount her when she offers.  After the act,
you're still erect and ready for more, but its more important you
help her.  Then you return to the males.  Of course, you still have
the scent of the female on you, so the males there respect that
until that wears off.  Once the females go off of their heat, the
urgency begins to fade, but your body is still laden with sexual
juices that need to be expunged.  I'll leave out the grizzly
details, but by the end of it, everyone is pretty sticky, but very
happy."

"So that's Ostapas?" asked Whit.

"More or less," reminisced Seth.  "If you're a dragon, you always
make sure your holidays coincide with that time of the year."

Whit nodded.  "I can see why.  So the rest of the year, you're not
sexually active?"

Seth shook his head.

"Not as such.  No, we are not concerned with sex for the purpose of
reproduction, but we are capable of sex.  For the females I believe
it is no big deal, but I have been told this is common with most
species.  With the males, we still have urges, but nothing like the
Ostapas."

He ran a talon along his shaft, "that's why I'm lying on a bed
looking like this."

Whit nodded again, shifting his large head to look over the
reclining dragon.  His eyes lingered on his erect length.  Seth
noted this and gave a questioning croon.

"You seem interested...?" he asked.

Whit blushed, looked away and then looked back.

"A little..." he admitted.  "You look completely different to me."

Now it was Seth's turn to look puzzled. 

"I have heard dragon's are different to mammals," he said.  "But I
have not had much experience with warm blood's to comment on it. 
Can I ask what is different?"

"Its just the shape..." murmured Whit looking at it clinically. 
"And probably the texture.  Its sort of hard to explain, I really
need something for comparison."

"You do have something," ventured Seth, his tail caressing gently at
Whit's thigh. 

Whit looked uncertain for a moment, then shrugged and began to undo
his overalls.

"What the hell," he said as his top half fell to the floor.  "If
you're naked, I probably should be too."

The equine removed his clothes and sat cross legged on the bed,
facing the dragon.

"See," he declared, pointing to his sheath.  "This is pretty
standard for a mammal, but you're way different."

Seth looked over the partially swollen sheath.

"Yes," he conceded, "That we are.  Strange... I always expected it
to be, well, bigger."

Whit looked down.

 "I'm not erect numbskull," he chided.  "Its' still tucked away."

He began to massage the soft skin.

"Give me a few..." he murmured.

The dragon looked over, then reached out.

"Let me do it," he whispered.  "I know it feels better when you're
not having to concentrate."

Whit tensed as he felt the cool talon stroke over the opening of his
sheath.  He nodded slightly, dropping his hand away, feeling it
replaced with a soft leathery palm.  The effect was almost
immediate, his opening parted, pushed aside by the emerging length. 
The dragon gave a soft croon of approval, one paw moving to caress
his shaft, stroking it as it hardened.

"I see what you mean," nodded Seth.  "We are quite different."

Whit looked around nervously, then reached out and placed a hand on
the dragon's length.  Seth gave an approving rumble as the equine
began to rub it gently.  Within a few moments the horse's shaft
arced out proudly, almost touching the dragon's member.

Seth paused in his ministrations.

"So, smooth," he purred.  "And with a blunt top."

"That's the glands," explained Whit breathlessly.  "They are highly
sensitive..."

The two beings studied each other's length's, both performing the
same actions, but at different times.  The equine's was the longer
of the two, curving out smoothly from Whit's groin, glistening a
little with the emerging pre.  Seth gently rubbed a paw pad over the
slick patches, spreading the liquid over the blunt tip, making Whit
shiver in pleasure.  Seth was more hesitant in his explorations. 
The dragon's length quite formidable to look at.  It was slightly
shorter than Whit's, but larger in diameter.  Dark purple in colour
with elongated bumps that spiralled around it.  Towards the tip
there was a vaguely similar flare, but this one was ringed with
small tines that pointed backwards down the shaft.  As his soft hand
massaged, Whit could feel the skin growing slicker, a delicious
smell of cinnamon and citrus filling the air.

"That's my penis producing its lubricant," Seth explained between
gasps.  "I assume it serves a similar roll to your liquid."

He gave Whit's glands a squeeze to re-enforce his point, making the
equine whinny.  The horse retaliated by sliding a hand under the
tines and pushing them up slightly.  This caused Seth to shiver in
pleasure, a small bead of clear liquid emerging at the tip before
cascading down one side.

Both creatures began to grow both more desperate and bold.  Whit
lying back as Seth moved over him, the equine reaching up and
pulling the dragon down to meet his thrusting hips while leathery
paws sandwiched their slick lengths together.

Seth was the first to peak.  He gave a primal screech and ground his
groin against Whit's.  His tines swelling before his seed burst from
his tip, coating their chests.  As his wings drooped over them Whit
climaxed.  His groin pushing up against the dragon's underside as
his length exploded, his juice's mixing with the dragon's.

For uncountable minutes the two lay against each other.  Their
ragged breathing gradually easing, as did the tremors of pleasure
that coursed through their bodies.  Whit stroked gently over the
ridges along the dragon's back and Seth wrapped his tail around the
equine's leg, gently lapping at his neck with his forked tongue.

Whit gave a contented rumble, his eyes gradually drifting shut with
Seth following suit shortly after.

Sometime later the pair awoke.  Both had rolled together in their
sleep and found each other looking into each other's eyes when they
awake, one of Seth's wings curled around their bodies.  The scent of
their efforts hung in the air and efforts to move were hampered by
drying liquids.

"Mmmm, that was nice," murmured Seth eventually.

"It was," agreed Whit.  "I've never been with a different species
before, but I think I will be doing so again... if you're willing."

Seth licked the equine nose.

"I'm sure I will be," he said with a grin.  "Maybe we can convince
Admin to change our shifts."

"Hmmm," pondered Whit, nibbling gently on the forked tongue.  "You
know, couples get to have larger suites..."

He gave a playful squeeze of the dragon's scaled rump.

"Really...?" returned Seth.  "This could be something I could grow
to like... but I'm still going to be returning for Ostapas."

"Certainly," counted Whit.  "It will give me a chance to go out to
pasture..."

The dragon gave Whit a curious look, but the equine just winked and
pulled him closer.

"I can see we have a lot to learn about each other," rumbled Seth.
"Will you teach me?"

"With pleasure, my dragon..."

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By Divigon