FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"On this silent night I have brought you all here," the wyrm explains, "because each of you have needs that must be met, or can meet the needs of others. Use my palace as you will and be merry. Nowhere is hidden from you. Now go, explore, and when the need arises within you, give in and let this night be a tribute to hedonism, lust, or love, whichever master you serve. Now go, and do not spurn this gift I give you!"

The various guests look at each other. Some nod and slink off into the corners to get to business immediately. Others cower or hide, afraid of their new surroundings, while others still slip away to figure how best to take advantage of this situation.

"Now then," Treandalode says, lifting Tik Tik in the air with his mind. "Why don't you go find someone to enjoy yourself with? I have other, more suitable partners to speak to." And with that, the dragon waves his hand and Tik Tik disappears from his sight. He looks over his shoulder to spot the green goddess behind him. "Tis the season to be merry," he says to her. "Shall we, my dear?"

The verdant dragon nods in approval and says, "I would be happy, Trey, to accept your seed as an offering. But I'm afraid that you do not have the right to first refusal when it comes to breeding a goddess."

The white dragon snarls, his claws digging into the tile of his ballroom. "Who... who would have greater magnificence than me?" Xasandra tilts her neck and looks past the white wyrm. When Treandalode turns back as well, he sees a smaller, humanoid dragon standing there, wide-eyed and blinking.

"Him?" Treandalode says. "What does he have that I do not?"

"That's Draykan, young one," the goddess says. "And he is actually a deity in his own right. Not as powerful as me, of course, but still. So, Draykan, would you like to bed the goddess of fertility in this joyous occasion?"

Draykan smiles at that and begins to unclothe himself. "Yeah, I had a few drinks already. I would quite enjoy that!"

Treandalode slams his hand down in front of Draykan, and the blue god hops out of the way, his eyes widening. "What are you doing!?"

The white dragon's voice booms out. "By the ancient rites of dragonkind. I offer to challenge you for right to bed Xasandra!"

Draykan scowls, but nods. "Very well then. I accept."

Xasandra's eyes glow a bright gold at that, and she speaks up. "As the prospective mate, I shall choose the battlefield and the rules. Now... here we go!"

With a bright flash of light, the dragons all disappear before reappearing in a large, warm field blooming with all sorts of fruit-bearing plants. Xasandra takes on a humanoid form and sits upon a rock, picking grapes and plopping them into her mouth one at a time. Meanwhile, the two males are in all their draconic glory, dwarfing the field with their presence.

"The rules are simple," the goddess says. "The first male to anoint this field of their partner with their seed shall have the right to bed me..

Draykan looks from her to Treandalode, then back to her. "Y... you want me to... with him?"

Treandalode snickers. "What's the matter, young god? Afraid a mortal will please you more than you are capable of? Are you insecure in your ability to make others submit to your power?"

Draykan spreads his legs a bit, giving himself solid footing, from between his hind legs, twin lengths protrude as he stares Treandalode down. "I'm not afraid."

"Very well," Treandalode speaks. "Then let us begin!" He rears up to his hind legs, ready to slam down onto Draykan, but the blue dragon raises up as well, his arms grabbing onto the other dragon's shoulders. The two crash together, their scales pressing against one another, their foreheads connected. They stare into each other's eyes, their bodies struggling against one another, trying not to yield to the other. But Treandalode presses forward, his length brushing up against one of Draykan's own.

The feeling surprises the blue dragon enough that he shifts back, falling back onto the field, crushing fruits of all kinds and getting the juice on his wings and back. Treandalode mounts him, his length pinning one of Draykan's, and he pushes forward, rubbing against it, letting the friction excite the other dragon.

Draykan's mouth quivers as he grits his teeth, his hands letting go and the white dragon's pushing his arms down to pin him to the ground.

"Is this the power of a god?" Treandalode says, leaning in and rolling out his tongue. He licks over the other male's cheek. "You don't taste like one... you taste like a bitch... hehe..."

Draykan's eyes narrow into slits as magical power erupts from his form, sending fruits and plants flying in all directions.

Xasandra holds onto her rock, her legs spread as she feels the power going through her body. She lets out an excited gasp, which makes Treandalode pull back.

"If that's what you wish to do, I'll just have to make you come by stimulating that ass of yours!"

But as Treandalode's hips move back, he feels a tug and lets out a pained grunt, realizing that one of Draykan's lengths has wrapped around his own shaft. The white wyrm stares down, slack-jawed at the sight. "Y... you have prehensile...?"

Draykan pushes up against the ground, knocking the other dragon over, so that his back crushes even more fruit. Draykan slams his palm against Treandalode's chest, stunning him further, as another hand reaches down, pushing up into the dragon's body. "What's the matter? Don't taste like bitch anymore~?"

Treandalode's groans echo throughout the verdant valley as Draykan's finger plumbs up into him and his draconic length strokes along Treandalode's singular one.

"N... no... this can't be...!' Treandalode gasps, his head falling against the ground, turned to face the goddess.

Xasandra smirks, and she stands up, wiping fruit juice against her thighs. "You summoned us all here because of your frustration, remember? Relax and enjoy yourself. There's plenty of this goddess for everyone to share tonight."

Treandalode closes his eyes as he takes deep breaths, leaning his head back and letting out a mighty roar. He lifts his hips, giving Draykan more access to him, and soon, he feels the pressure build up so powerfully in him that he erupts, sending his draconic sperm gushing like a geyser.

Xasandra opens her arms wide and tilts her head back, basking in the rain of dragon seed that irrigates her deific plane.

Draykan lets go of Treandalode, sitting back, showing off his still hard members.

Treandalode lays back, breathing heavily as he basks in that amazing orgasm, hidden from all the lesser races. The dragon god shrinks down to a more humanoid form and smiles, rubbing the back of his head. "W... wow, I'm usually much nicer to people. I don't know what came over me."

"The promise of bedding me," Xasandra says, fluttering her eyes. She then spreads her wings and flies off. Draykan gives chase, laughing all the way.

Treandalode shakes his head and closes his eyes. Perhaps he needs some rest after that... but damn, that was fun!