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Damo's ride.

Damo was tracking a wild boar through the woods. A strong, but lightly built anthro wolf with an almost white pelt kept closely cropped to avoid snagging on the game trails that he was the master of padding along. He dropped into stalk mode, the branches ahead of him cracking a little as his superb hearing picked up the sound of his porcine prey turning to face him, his pink lined ears acting like dishes to cup every sound.

He hoped it was another boar and not a sow. The tell-tale tattoo of a paw print on his shoulder told those with the knowledge that he enjoyed relief with feral beasts...and he just happened to like those of his own sex. If he could take the boar without killing it, he would. Quite a few ferals tamed from the wild resided comfortably at his shack for those lonely nights. The general populace shunned him of course, but they didn't refuse to buy the products of his labours when he brought the meat to the markets. 'Idiots!' he thought.

Everything went silent then, so he inched forward, spear poised as a last resort.

SSSSSPPPPPRRRRROOOOOOIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!

"FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" Damo screamed as his feet were whipped out from under him and he found himself hanging upside down forty foot up in the canopy by the whip trap that had him firmly by the ankles.

A sow wandered out of the bushes and looked up at him with what he could have sworn was a grin.

He reached for his gutting knife in preparation to cut the vines, but paused as a flapping of heavy wings sounded, before a large fifty foot long red dragon came crashing through the canopy to land heavily below him next to the sow's side. She grunted twice, butting the dragon's thigh before wandering off along the trail. The dragon looked up at him, a definite grin forming on his scaly face as he stood on his hind legs and reached for the scared wolf, plucking him from the trap like a ripe fruit.

'Well it was bound to happen one day...' Damo thought as the feral beast quickly used his claws to divest him of all his clothing and weapons, shredding them as they were dropped on the forest floor in a heap, 'The hunter has become the hunted...' Talons formed a crude cage around his naked body as with several powerful strokes he was born aloft by his captor and carried off towards the mountains.

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Waking groggily from a tap on the skull from one of his 'cage bars', he found himself tied belly down over a smooth rock in the middle of an immense limestone cavern. His eyes focussed on the dragon who was watching him as he bobbed himself up and down with grunts of satisfaction on a water smoothed stalagmite on the caves floor, the huge twenty inch length of its maleness flicking against its stomach with each drop of his hips, pre dripping from its tip.

Damo's eyes widened as the beast reached to one side and picked up a two inch thick, twelve inch long golden mace, the spikes removed and rubbed a thick layer of its pre all over it before with a sigh, moved towards him. The cold metal touched his ring, his tail trying to protect himself but failing as the beast slipped it within, pushing it to the leather binding in a single smooth movement. He grunted, become erect instantly as the beast began buggering him, thrusting in a quicker and quicker pace until he thought his cock was going to burst from the pressures on his prostate. His balls began to withdraw, but then so did the mace...

The dragon growled deeply, and then reached for smoothed piece of wood that appeared to have been formed from a peacekeeper's truncheon. Sixteen inches long and four thick, it was bigger than anything that the wolf had ever considered before...it outweighed ever his hunting stallion's tackle with which he was more than familiar with. Claws wrapped around his meat as the dragon rubbed Damo's own pre over the improvised dildo, before he slid it quickly into the wolf's gaping ass, forcing it deeper and deeper until he felt it pressing at the base of his stomach.

It was just too much, and with an almost feral howl of his own, he spilled his own seed in a torrent of powerful spurts onto the bare rock below him in the most powerful orgasm of his life. The dragon didn't let up though, and pumped in and out, the rhythm increasing in tempo until a second lesser orgasm tore the last bit of will from his body. Seconds later the beast removed the truncheon and let it slip to the floor with a clatter.

Damo almost too exhausted to look at for what was to befall him next, closed his eyes and wished for the peace bringing succour of the dragon's teeth around his neck. I had been a grand way to go... and he was ready now to become the meal.

Something hot and wet touched his ring then, and he eyes shot open as the huge belly of the beast dropped him into a deep shadow, the forelegs hitting the rocks ten feet in front of his nose as its face breathed the hot stench of carrion into his nostrils as it looked underneath itself to line up correctly.

"NO!!!" Damo shouted as with a slight shuffle his ring was parted again by the mightiness that resided between the beast's hind legs. It had only been softening him up! With a grunt the beast buried ten inches of its six inch thick cock in his bowels, waiting for a second for its prey to adapt, before a second grunt forced another five in. Damo though he was going to split asunder as the pain tore a scream from him.

Another thrust against his ass, and all but the final two inches were now within him. He vomited up his trail rations as his stomach was compressed by the pressures his body was now under. He was bursting with the need for another orgasm, but his nuts were spent. Dragging his breaths in one at a time he closed his blue eyes as he prepared to meet his wolf Gods in the afterlife as the dragon shifted for what he knew was the final time...

"I am not going to kill you."

Damo's eyes shot wide open as the heavy words echoed of the limestone walls, "What! You can talk?" he asked with faltering his breaths.

"It would appear so wouldn't it?" the dragon replied rhetorically, "You are going to take a ride on me that you will never forget!"

With that the beast snipped the vines holding Damo to the rock bench with his fore-talons and shambled out of the cave's entrance, dragging the poor wolf against the rock floor while still impaled on his shaft. They reached the edge and without a further word, the dragon launched, tipping them into the late afternoon sky, paw holding him tightly to his crotch as each down stroke of the mighty beasts wings slipped Damo on then off his cock a little, driving him wild until the forest below was showered with his third orgasm's resulting fluids, almost clear from his orbs, his sack and sheath falling limp and slapping in the rushing wind.

It was less than a quarter-mark before the beast started descending, Damo's wind sore eyes noting no clearing or obvious landing point until the smashed patch of virgin canopy suddenly appeared as his ride started back winging, putting an enormous amount of pressure upon his abused body until they crashed through the broken branches again to land with a thump in the same spot he had been trapped that morning.

"Did you trap me?" Damo asked panting as he lost his function as a cock-sleeve, the dragon sliding him off and throwing him to the floor in an exhausted heap.

"Yes!"

"Why?" Damo asked as the dragon sat on its haunches and started to masturbate himself rapidly.

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"Because you took a boar in the breeding season...The sow who lured you here petitioned me with the litter of piglets she could no longer feed for his return. You are to release him from his captivity by the setting of tomorrow's sun, or I will burn you and your hunting shack to ashes."

With that statement the dragon grunted twice, Damo watching as bumps near the base of his shaft started to move and the canon of a cock was lowered to point right at him.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" It roared in its mightiness.

Damo held up one weak hand to shield his eyes as rivers of scorching hot dragon seed started to blast from the cock he had just been mounted upon, drowning him in a sea of cream as the feral emptied its internal balls upon him, his fur soaking it up like a sponge. There was no way he would have survived that going off inside him, and as he fought for air in the torrent, he wondered if he wouldn't have been better off dead.

"Let that be a lesson to you wolf from one hunter to another," the beast said as he dribbled to a halt, before turning to the skies and launching himself again.

Damo dragged himself to a mossy log and collapsed in exhaustion...he would never take from the forest out of season again...