Keywords: Adult Species: Dragon, c-snake The Silver and the Red By Divigon. The Silver looked up as the Red entered the room. He could tell by the way the Red walked that his prey had just joined the hunt. The young flame dragon's wing hung slightly droops, his entire body spelt defeat while his mind was giving out waves of empathy which broadcast a silent message of despair. The perfect unsuspecting victim. The Red ordered himself a beer and sat in a quiet corner of the tavern, keeping to himself, not drawing any attention, but the Silver continued to watch. His yellow orbs discretely probing the cracks in the dragon's shell, like the scales which covered him. Not that there was much, but there was enough for a start. The Silver sipped his own drink silently, biding his time. Experience had taught him not to rush into these things. After a while the Red stood and headed for the toilet at the back of the room. Waiting a few minutes, the Silver followed him in. The Silver timed it perfectly. As he opened the door to the small air lock the Red was walking out. The room had been built by the humans and both dragons found it quite a squeeze as the carefully slid around each other. Wings brushing against scales, the Red did not notice as a small smear of pink ooze was left on his thigh after a brush against the Silver's tail. They muttered their apologies to each other and both left in their separate ways. For the Red it was a mere inconvenience, but for the Silver, it was an exploration into the other's soul. The fleeting contact, enough to draw out the other's hidden secrets and desires. He smiled to himself as he waited in the cubical. It would not be long now... Returning to the main room, the dragon looked around. Good, the Red was still in the same booth in the corner, inconspicuous and out of the way. By now the pink ooze would be beginning to slowly make an effect. He picked up his drink and moved to the booth. Pausing for a moment, he looked at the Red's drink. Not even half finished after more than half an hour. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked with out waiting for an answer. Pulling himself into the leather seat he extended a talon. "The name's Anselm," he said in his low voice. The Red looked up, clearly surprised by the move. It took him a moment to respond, but he extended his paw in kind. "P.. P... Pytha," he said finally after a few false starts. Anselm nodded, "Nice to meet you." There was another awkward silence in the noisy room before the Silver spoke again. "Travelling are you?" he asked pointing to the small leather bag which sat on the seat beside the Red dragon. Pytha nodded. "I decided I was old enough to travel, to see the world as it were, so I've been exploring." Anselm raised an eye ridge. "Exploring," he murmured softly. "Ahhh, that brings back memories. Have you found anything?" The Red leaned forward, interest perked. Anselm knew he would. The Red was homesick, desperate for company of his kind. To bend the ear of a familiar species, for Anselm, it was a chance to get to know his prey better and take seed of a growing friendship... Several hours later the two dragons were about even in the tale department. The number of empty glasses on the table had grown and the barkeep had announced the final round of the evening. Moving slowly to his feet, the Silver stood slowly, stretching his wing carefully in the crowded room. The Red followed a few seconds later with a similar move. Together they made their way towards the door. "So," asked Anselm. "Where are you crashing for the night?" Pytha shrugged, "No idea. I'll find somewhere I suppose." Anselm shook his head, "Nonsense. You're welcome to sleep at my place. It isn't much, but it is comfortable." The Red looked relieved. Anselm knew that the pink ooze would have already made it to his blood supply, slowly increasing... But the Red was strong, there was an aura of magic about him which would delay things... but not stop. Together they unsteadily made their way down the street before turning and disappearing into the forest. The night was warm and soon Anselm removed the small cloth he had around his waist, draping it over his shoulder. "It drives me insane," he explained. "I only wear it when I visit town. Most of the mammals get, shall we say, either nervous or jealous when I walk around just in my scales." His teeth flashed as he grinned. Pytha nodded and diverted his head. "Sounds reasonable," he replied, but Anselm could sense Pytha's eyes returning occasionally to steal a glance. He said nothing at the time, but continued walking. After a while they encountered some small foot hills which they followed. Soon they came to some larger hills and suddenly to the top of a cliff face. Spreading his wings Anselm launched himself off. "Follow me!" he yelled back over his shoulder as he spiralled down. With a little hesitation Pytha spread his own wings and drifted down after him on the small thermals. Part way down a gaping hole was visible in the rock, it was to this the Silver was steering. Not being as skilled at Anselm, it took Pytha a few flaps of the wings, but he managed to land on the small ledge relatively easily. By that stage the Silver had already made his way inside and was lighting torches. The cave had a small mouth, but it widened up considerably just inside. There was a sand floor to which a small mountain of cushions had been added. Pytha turned and looked out of the mouth, from this height he could see the moonlight glinting off faraway lakes. It was a perfect lair for a dragon. "I like it," he said slowly. "Thank you," came Divigon's low reply. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Pytha nodded in thanks and began arranging the cushions. Anselm watched from behind silently, his body beginning to ooze some more of its pink fluid... Pytha finally finished arranging the cushions and flopped down upon them in almost a relaxed stupor. He rolled over and found himself looking directly at the Silver. "You're not sleeping in that are you?" asked Anselm, more than a hint of surprise in his voice as he pointed to the dragon's travelling leathers. "I... err.. yes?" ventured Pytha. Anselm shook his head. "This is no good. They are good for travelling in, but they begin to confine the scales, not to mention the restrictive feelings they give. Your sleep needs to be comfortable. Why don't you take them off?" Pytha wanted to say something in protest, but Divigon's words did make a lot of sense and it would be good to get out of the clothes for a change. Slowly, almost of their own free will, his talons travelled up, undoing buckles and straps. After a minor amount of squirming he dumped the whole lot on the sand beside him. Divigon's eyes passed over the other dragon's body. Pytha felt them linger on his groin and his scales deepened in colour as the Silver let out an appreciative mhrrr. For the first time that night, the Red suddenly felt vulnerable. Slowly the Silver lay down beside the Red, reaching out slowly to run a single talon across his wing membrane. "So," breathed Anselm in an almost hypnotic tone. "Feeling more comfortable...?" Pytha swallowed nervously, acutely aware of the nearness of the other dragon. "Err.. I... yes?" meeped Pytha in almost a whisper, concentrating on the single claw being passed over his wing. "That's good," soothed Anselm. There was another pause. "Anything your host can do for you?" Pytha almost let out a squeal of surprise, his sheath beginning to thicken at the connotations of what the other was saying. "No," he managed to utter as the moisture left his mouth. The Silver's caress extended gently from the Red's wing and across his underside. The soft touch exciting him as it moved slowly over his body. Pytha felt, rather than saw, the Silver's eyes inspecting his growing dragonhood. As his length expanded from its sheath Pytha's breathing grew more shallow. This was alien to him. It was not suppose to be! But it felt so good!... The Silver smiled, sensing the confusion becoming tinged with lust. He could take him now, but it would not be the best of unions, it is better if the host accepts willingly. He began by sliding his talons over the warm scales of the Red's thigh, passing by the swollen sheath and moving further up his belly. Pytha reacted by taking a deep breath through clenched teeth, his eyes partially glazing over. Ever so slowly Anselm manoeuvred himself up after his claws, deftly lowering himself to his knees, straddling the Red's chest. His tail draped reassuringly beside his erect member as Pytha found himself staring directly at a huge shaft of dragon. Slowly Anselm reached down and ran his talons along his shaft, eliciting a mhrrr of pleasure from both drakes. Pytha could hardly comprehend what was happening. His length was beginning to release his clear pre against the soft warm scales which pressed against one side while above him a massive length was being stroked ever so slowly. Pytha found himself staring at the length before him, slowly being hypnotised by the slow rhythmic stroking, his eyes studying the alien yet familiar object. Its flared head, with fleshy tines began to extend gradually as the bumps and ridges began to expand, glinting on the glistening surface. An intoxicating scent began to waft down to his sensitive nose, making his own length strain and beg for release. His forked tongue gradually emerging from his lips, reaching out to lap at the Silver's heavy sac which hung nearby. Anselm felt the warm twin caress of the tongue and let out a gently mhrrr, consciously beginning to release a small trickle of juvenile snakes. The pink trail oozing from the tip of his shaft and down its length, eagerly lapped up by the enthusiastic dragon below. The Silver sensed it was almost time and moved himself forward very slightly, at the same time sending a conscious command to his body. The Red's tongue continued to explore, lapping the sickly sweet liquid which came from above, then exploring the sensitive scales below the Silver's sac. He felt the Silver moving forward, his tongue progressing to new areas. His nose gave the first hint. A new smell, alluring... unexpected... which awakened new desires within. His tongue provided the second hint. A faint ridge of scales which grew as he licked at it, then parted, almost swallowing his forked tines. Pytha let out a meep of surprise and opened his eyes, before him, directly above was the unmistakable slit of a female, deeply in heat. Fine silver scales faded to deep purple, their edges slick with the Silver's intoxicating juices. His befuddled mind searched for answers, suddenly realising this he was actually a hir. Not one, not the other, but both. Something not unheard of, but also something he had never dreamed of. Anselm heard to small gasp from the Red below and gave a small chuckle, spreading hir lips and pushing them closer to Pytha's snout. "You like little one?" sie asked with a throaty mhrrr. "Why don't you explore some more...?" Divigon's emerging slit continued to form itself. The csnakes beginning to emerge from hir walls, trickling down to be willingly swallowed by the eager drake. Hir tail continued to rub beside his shaft, reassuring it that it was all right. The Red's tongue dug deeper, spreading hir lips as the tines brushed over the sides. Sie was so moist, hir flavour almost addictive, desiring more... His forked length moved up, discovering hir hot, stiff nub and which they immediately began to caress. The Silver sensed the time was near and pushed hirself down, almost impaling hirself on his snout. Sie arched hir wings and let out a roar of pleasure with hir head through back. The floodgates released and hundreds, if not thousands of hir snakes flooded into the Red's waiting maw. For his part of it, Pytha did not comprehend what was happening, nor did he care. Above him the Silver bucked, hir walls spasming around his tongue as his mouth was flooded by even more of hir juices. Desperate not to waste any he swallowed, using his tongue to search out and guide every drop he could into his waiting mouth. Slowly, hir flood eased and sie was willed with the content inner glow. Below hir, the Red eased in his licking, sensing sie had given all sie could. Anselm waited a few moments, idly stroking the Red's head before sie moved on to the final part. The csnakes would be rapidly moving to take control of his body, but it was not over yet, the brain sometimes rebelled... but after years of evolution, the csnakes had perfected the art of assimilation... Gradually sie slid down Pytha's chest, retracing hir earlier moves. Sie reached out with a hand, lightly stroking over his still very erect length and swollen sac. Moving to the location which corresponded with hir own slit, the scales on hir hand began to melt, fusing together as numerous blind csnakes emerged, oozing a mixture of chemicals against his groin. Unconsciously, Pytha's legs slide wider apart and he let out a moan as a ridge began to form. The csnakes pumping pheromones into his system, leaving him in a dazed stupor as a female slit began to appear. Slowly Divigon's hand continued to probe, pushing in deeper, much like the Red's tongue had done earlier, smiling as the changes spread throughout the drake's body. Pulling hir digits free, sie manoeuvred hirself into position. All pretence of being a pure dragon was beginning to fade away. Hir member writhed on its own accord, the tines around its head had transformed into individual snakes which had extended and tried to move towards the body below. Around the base numerous other snakes were beginning to emerge as hir sac expanded with extra production. Plunging hirself in with a single thrust sie let out a screech, partially in pleasure, partially in triumph. Sie did not need to stroke hirself much, the wriggling tines and the Red's massaging walls provided more than enough stimulation. Instead sie focused on ensuring implantation. Divigon's tail reached around, a csnake emerging from its tip as his slid it under the Pytha's tail to caresses at hir aft entry, hir body accepting it almost willingly. The pink ooze assisting in providing little resistance. The Silver's wings reached down, scooping the Red in a gentle embrace as their mouths parted, joining in a kiss. Csnakes entangled around each other as they both seeked climax. Anselm was first, hir tortured sac could hold no more, with barely a mhrrr sie pushed hirself in tighter, his sac lifting as it emptied itself, sharing the load between the two joined beings. The last remaining consciousness of Pytha felt the warm seed beginning to invade his body in an alien sensation which he willingly embraced. He surrendered himself to the pleasure and hir body rocked, csnakes breaking out of hir body in an orgasmic wave which left the two lying exhausted on the sand. The next morning Pytha woke slowly, aware of the changes, but still aware of their previous being. Sie sat up slowly, watching with separated interest as numerous snakes retreated into the protective shell of Divigon's body causing the Silver to stir. Sie reached between hir legs, stroking at the now massive length which rested reassuringly between them. Anselm blinked hir eyes several times, the body of hir bedmate coming into focus gradually, the rising shaft between their legs and sie let out a quiet chuur, hir own snakes beginning to release themselves for another days conquest...