Thrash and Gnash

Thrash narrowly ducked a punch thrown by his twin sister Gnash. She tried to reel back her arm to defend but the gloved fist of her brother hit her across the face. Gnash stumbled back but remained on her feet. The crowd roared in excitement at this. The long awaited boxing match between the radical duo who gave themselves the stage names of Thrash Panda and Gnash Panda had been much anticipated. While neither had perfect track records and were ranked relatively low, their colorful personalities and garish outfits were always a crowd pleaser. The siblings had entered into the LBBA at the same time and both became popular soon after. The LBBA was famous, sometimes infamous, for its very lax rules and matching system. Boxing matches in this association seemed to be more like professional wrestling matches with a focus on punching. Very, very few rules exist. This led to many fighters kicking, bringing in weapons, and in some cases using magic. 

“Don't tell me youre gassing out now.” Thrash taunted as he shuffled his feet. He was a trash panda of average height and athletic build. What made him stand out was his sense of style which many would call retro. He was flaunting a neon pink headband, crop top shirt, and leg warmers. Aside from that he had on highlighter yellow trunks to complete his look. His hair was styled into what he hoped was a radical mullet. While he lived the 80s would never die. His sister Gnash favored the same style, but given her female anatomy, she preferred neon spandex suits and high-cut one piece bathing suits. Aside from the anatomical differences obvious with being female she was a mirror of her brother in size and style. At a glance it looked like someone was fighting a gender-swapped version of oneself.

“Nah, I'm just stunned that my bro’s punches are so weak.” She said as she pounded her gloved fists together. 

“Sounds like I need to up the tempo.”

Gnash took on a defensive stance as she knew what this meant. Thrash put on his headphones and smacked his walkman. A classic song flooded his ears. The sister knew this was her brother's special move, the rhythm punch. When he had music going in his ears he could punch harder and faster. She reasoned she could predict his movements but the roar of the crowd drowned out any hopes she had to know what song was now fueling her brother. He moved in and threw a rapid series of vicious punches. She did her best to bob and weave out of the way but soon was caught up in the assault, her head and body taking a beating as punch after punch rained down on her. The force was too much and she fell back, landing on her shapely rump with a muffled thud. 

Thrash struck a pose, as he always did at the end of his special, and now nodded his head in time to the beat of the song. Gnash sat down and recovered for a moment. She was far from done with the fight but this brief respite was welcome. Looking up she saw her brother mouthing words. At the halfway point of the ten count she knew for a fact what song he was listening to as he mouthed out about a lucky star. She shot to her feet and the bout continued. Once more her brother was a slave to the beat and he attacked to the tempo. This time his sister was ready and she was able to dodge and block his assault. Once it was finished Gnash knew her brother would once again pose. He moved his hands away from a fighting position and to a silly dance move. She reeled her hand back to deliver a monster of an uppercut to his gut. She had committed all her strength to the punch when she saw that Thrash had jumped as part of his celebration. Now the gut punch was going to hit lower. 

Even through her padded boxing glove she could feel the twin orbs of his family jewels as they impacted on her fist. They deformed slightly as they were pressed against his pelvis. He threw his hips back and covered his groin with his own hands to comfort his aching gonads. He wobbled backwards in short embarrassing steps as he struggled to stay on his feet. Gnash put her own gloves to her crotch in sympathy pain. “Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit that low. You just jumped and.”

She walked forward, hands away from herself to check on her sibling. Thrash, for his part, was no stranger to low blows. The painfully few rules of LBBA meant crotch shots were very ok, as she could tell from the ecstatic reaction of the female in the audience. The referee, a cow woman and former champion named Holly, did not step in to stop the fight. She did lean in to be able to see if the male would fall to his knees so she would need to stop the fight. This made her very generous breasts strain against her top and the buttons on her black and white striped shirt were giving their  all to hold together. Thrash just wasn't expecting a low blow now. Still, when he saw Gnash walking forward with her defenses down he had an awful idea. When she got close enough, he wound up and shot a punch upward between his sister’s legs. While she had no external organs waiting to be flattened by his fist, he knew he made a painful and solid impact as her hips buckled and she let out a gasp of alarm. She stumbled back, matching her sibling when he took a low blow.

“I didn't know you wanted to win that bad.” Thrash said with a smirk. 

“Not cool.” Answered Gnash through gritted teeth. “I was trying to say sorry. But if you wanna fight dirty, I'm more than happy to oblige.”

The two stood up straighter, waves of pain still coursing through both of their bodies. They continued the fight, now playing things a little more defensively. The sister wanted to turn up the aggression and attempted a heavy right handed punch, but her brother moved in and checked the attack with a clinch. She was annoyed by this and tried to push out, only for a new wave of pain to explode between her legs. Thrash had taken this opportunity while in close quarters to start delivering hard knees to her privates. She lurched forward with each impact. He continued again and again, his hard knee cap colliding mercilessly with her tender womanhood. With a yell of feminine pain she shoved Thrash back and cupped herself. She could feel a creeping nausea overtake her as her strength was leaving her legs. She fought on, not wanting to let her sibling win. He shot his leg up, trying to put her down with a finishing kick to the vag. She was able to move in time and catch his leg, holding it upwards as she squeezed it against her body.

Thrash hopped unsteadily for a bit, unable to move. Gnash, however, moved in and started throwing punch after punch to her brother’s  now exposed crotch with her free hand. The poor male tried desperately to protect himself, but his awkward position left him completely at her mercy. She showed none as she continued to hammer away, using his nuts as a makeshift speed bag. Only once his standing leg gave out did the attacks stop. He collapsed to the ground holding his throbbing balls, while rolling back and forth on his back in a desperate attempt to sooth the pain. Only when he heard the ref counting did he remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked up and saw two massive breasts hanging over him as Holly counted out, each time she said a new number she waved her hand, making her overstuffed shirt jiggle again. He rolled over, he poked his butt high in the air and attempted to move his hands underneath him to rise. Through sheer force of will he managed to get back on the count of eight. 

He was surprised to see his sister blushing. “Um, don’t you feel a draft?”

Confused, Thrash looked down and uttered a yelp of shock. His balls had fallen out of his shorts when his legs were being forced apart. There was a rapid flashing of cameras at this lewd display. He desperately tried to put his genitals back in his trucks, but his bulky gloves made him fumble aimlessly. His face turned as beet red as it could under his fur. “Hey, can we get some time out?”

Gnash, felt a little uncomfortable about how much she enjoyed this sight. Still, she was able to find some solace at seeing her sibling so embarrassed without pondering on the sexual nature of that feeling. Nothing wrong about that right? “No, you can't. I got a big advantage now with your targets fully exposed.” And they are really nice to look at, she added in her head. Gnash did have trouble looking away.

Still desperately trying to fix his clothing. “Come on Glenda.” Thrash pleaded.

“We said no birth names, Gilbert. Now stop touching your junk and fight.”

He looked to the ref for any help, only for her to give him a giggle and a shrug. “Wardrobe malfunction don’t suffice to stop a fight, honey. Now, come on, eyes on the balls. I mean game."

The fumbling and comments from Holly gave Thrash a stiffy. Gnash chuckled “You love those big tits, uh? Is that all it takes to make you hard? Are you eager to lock yourself in your room, like when we were teens? Please excuse my brother, he always had trouble keeping his hands away from his junk."

Reluctantly he straightened up, rationing that everything was already being seen anyway. He felt awkward as his orange sized nuts bounced feely against his legs as he walked forward. A hard punch to his face dispelled his embarrassment as he still knew he had to fight. He tried to get back into the rythm of boxing but found the new metronome swaying between his legs threw off his tempo. He attempted a few sloppy hooks that his sister dodged easily. One particularly bad punch managed to go wide and hit the ref who was standing too close. She grimaced in pain as her breasts were compressed painfully back. The impact was too much for her already straining buttons and they popped out, letting her bountiful cleavage spill out. The only thing keeping her nipples from being exposed was her black lace bra. Thrash started to stutter out an apology. “It was an accident, I swear.”

Seeing that her brother was totally distracted, Gnash had a wonderful idea. She got into position as he was flustered looking at the ref. Moving down she shot a quick jab to his exposed nutsack. This had the desired effect of pushing his gonads back enough to smack against his butt. As they swung back towards her, she delivered her true haymaker and with all her might she punched forward again, focusing on his right testicle only. The combined movement of the ball's forward momentum and the devastating strength of her punch produced more nut crunching power than she could have hoped for otherwise. Her poor brother found this to be too much to stomach and he fell hard, his face hitting the mat with his butt once more in the air. He groaned as a uniquely male pain washed over him. He writhed in agony for a few brief moments. That was definitely one of the hardest crotch shots he had ever taken. Pain was his entire world as his mind was filled with the image of his battered ball having been popped like a balloon. To his relief it still had its round shape, albeit much more swollen. He was unsure how much more he could take. This was compounded when Gnash gave a hard quick stomp to his already battered jewels. He screamed once more in pain. “It was an accident.” She said unsympathetically. 

“It's an accident.” Holly said in a huff as she tried and failed to fix her top.

Once he was brought back to reality he couldn't help but utter the word “Mommy?” before he shook his head to clear himself. Pushing against the ground, he managed to bring himself to his feet and the fight continued. His mind raced for a way to turn this fight around he could turn this around. He then realized he shouldn't be the only one giving the crowd an eyeful. As the fight continued Gnash scoffed “You always were a momma’s boy.”

Moving in with all the endurance he could muster, he brought his fist back to ready a punch. Instinctively the female moved her hands to cover her pussy. This didn't matter to Thrash as he threw a punch upwards that sailed past her womanhood and hit the underside of her breasts. The accidental titbust from before may have helped save him by giving him this idea. The sudden jarring impact forced both mammary glands outside of their neon cloth covering and into the open air. Once more the ring became a strobe light of rapidly flashing lights to capture Gnash’s wobbly goodness. Trying to ignore the pain, she groped herself in vain to find the hem of her top and cover her chest, only succeeding in bouncing her generous booba for the crowd to cheer at. Blood rushed to her face and she felt like she would die of embarrassment. She tried to stammer out a question for a time out, but her question died on her lips as she saw her brother wind up for another hit. She didn't have time to move her hands or dodge. 

Thrash knew about the power of a liver punch, but he wanted to try out a slightly different maneuver. He aimed his fist towards the woman's abdomen and hit with all his remaining power. He felt a small bump collide with his glove as he hit her body, letting him know he managed to hit his mark. He had directed all his force into her left ovary. This had the desired effect and Gnash stumbled back holding herself. It took all of her energy to not puke right on the ring. She felt like every bit of her body was screaming out in agony. The only thought running through her head was just wanting this pain to stop. She was in so much gut wrenching agony that she didn't even realize she had fallen to her knees. Slowly, painfully, agonizingly she managed to force herself upright and in a standing position again. Despite the pain Thrash felt a jolt run through him at seeing her topless. The next jolt of pain, however, helped to keep his lust down

Both siblings stood gingerly, hunched over and hyperventilating. Pain wrapped both of them as their bodies screamed at them to give up and stop. But their stubborn fighting spirit prevented them both from conceding. “Don't hold it against me if you can't have kids.” Gnash said, forcing a smirk on her face. 

Thrash let out a soft chuckle. No matter the result of this battle he would be happy knowing they both gave it their all. “I was gonna say the same thing, sis.”

The raccoons stood up and ran at each other with all the speed their shaking legs could muster. They had both decided to risk everything on one last swing. Thrash swung full force into his last target, aiming to break the ovary he had hit last time. When his punch landed home he could feel the small bump on her abdomen deflate and deform. Like an egg shattering he felt it give way and it was no more. Gnash had swung a hard uppercut between her brother's legs. She felt the hefty beaten orb be pushed up against the hard bone of his hip. Putting her all behind the swing she kept going and could feel it flatten more and more. With a sickening squelch it gave way and her fist went the extra distance to touch his pelvic bone.

After both had finished their simultaneous attack they felt the damage they had taken. They wanted to cry out in agony as their anatomy had been crushed but blissful unconsciousness took them before they could suffer too long. The shock to their bodies was overwhelming to the raccoon twins. They slumped forwards onto each other. Their legs gave out and both hit the mat, with half their reproductive capabilities.

Some time later they were in the same hospital room, in two beds next to each other, legs held out stretched so as to not agitate their damaged crotches. They had been watching a provided television that announced that the match ended in a draw.

“Look, look, your knees clearly hit the mat first!” Gnash said impetuously.

“Whatever, look at your eyes in the replay, you're out cold way before me.” Thrash argued back.

They both locked eyes and stared daggers at each other. Until a smirk caused a full on laugh to break out between the two of them.

“Radical fight, sis!”

“Tubular! And thanks to our awesome health  insurance we can have our bits healed back soon enough.”

“Then we can do some skating as we planned, I can't wait to…” Gnash was cut off by a wave of pain brought on but too much movement.  “I think I can wait.”

In between the two beds they noticed that a card with two round balloons was left for them. It was awkward and painful to reach but Thrash had managed it. Looking inside he was shocked to see a photograph of Holly in a rather skimpy looking one piece swimsuit. Written on the photo was the phrase "Get well soon, champ." He couldn't help but admire how the tight top fabric of the swimsuit squished her breasts together, making them practically spill out. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see a touch of areola. And at that his groin started to send him new waves of agony. He wasn't patched up yet. He placed the photo on the table and it was snatched up by his sister. She, predictably, had the same reaction. They both groaned in agony. 

"Nice to see I'm still able to get babes." Thrash said, forcing a smile. 

"What? You hit her honkers. Why'd she want you?"

"Must be my masculine charm." He said, his smile shifting to a smug grin.

"Right now you're at half your masculine charm. Besides, she totally was giving me the bedroom eyes in the ring. You just couldn't see from the floor." 

"Well, you got lucky because her hotness did make me distracted in the fight. I was totally just flustered by her." Thrash retorted defensively, trying to deny the looks he accidentally gave his sister. 

"I mean yeah totally. She's bodacious. I would definitely not want you to be looking at me like that." She said, almost deflated. 

There was a short awkward silence in the room. This was broken by Gnash saying "I'm keeping the picture. I'm the champ she's referring to!"

"Like hell you are! You were out cold way before me. Gimme it!"

"Your knees hit the floor first." Both gripped either end of the picture and tried to pull, but gut wrenching pain stopped the fight very quickly.

"Rock paper scissors for it?" Thrash asked weakly. 

"Yeah" Gnash said, trying to keep her lunch down. "In a few minutes."

Journey's of Cave Cyrus

The world is young. Fledgling gods had just seeded this planet with life. Organisms had only recently begun to crawl from the oceans and claim the land as their new home. Species developed and battled. The war that is survival was an everyday struggle. Some species, not being as large and strong as the dominant dinosaurs, took to crafting tools and banding to thrive. One of these species was the dragon. While some continued to walk on four legs, others became bipedal. They grew to rely on simple implements to overcome the raw strength of others. This was still a far cry from civilization. This was the young world.

Cyrus sat besides the dying flame, gnawing on the last pieces of meat of his latest hunt. His long sharp teeth scapred the bone, his rough battle hardened hide reflected the light of his cooking fire, and for now his stomach was full. He was a dragon. He had ventured far from his homeland and this was the first time in months he could relax. While he loved his home and his people a strong wanderlust that he could not deny took over. If he never regretted leaving his home, he still yearned for companionship. Once his meal was complete he tossed the remaining bone aside. It clattered against his hard wood club. Looking at the simple weapon he couldn't help but remember when he acquired it. He was with his hunting partner and mate. She was smaller than him, but no less fierce. The two of them had just finished taking down a Long Neck, a beast whose head peered above the clouds. Once it had fallen the whole tribe feasted. With a full belly the two of them felt their passion ignite. 

Cyrus was brought back from his remonicing as he felt his now swelling dick lift up his loincloth. Normally he would have to stop here, but he felt safe in this isolated cave. Pushing his modest clothing aside he gripped his penis and went back to his memories. He recalled the night they spent together afterwards. He recalled the feel of her rough scaly skin, the way her muscles flexed and coiled when she moved, the scent and taste of her. His hand grew faster as it glided up and down his shaft, the barbs on his dick having fully erect. He let out a moan of pleasure while letting his imagination run wild. In his mind he was touching his mate all over, grabbing and fondling every inch of her. He remembered how good it felt to slide his dick inside her and hear her screams of wild pleasure. Cyrus shifted and moved to his knees, one hand pumping his dick and the other kneading his full testicles. In his mind his mate was looking him in the eye and commanding him to give her an egg. She wanted to bear him a child and he was more than willing to please her. He pumped harder, wanting to shoot his seed and relive that moment with her. He tried and tried, feeling himself on the edge of climax. Just when he was about to reach a powerful orgasm, he lost it. His pumping became slower and frustration replaced lust. Bringing himself back to the now where he sat alone in a cave. Looking down at his twitching cock he knew he couldn't finish. He let out a snort of resignation as he stood full.

Seeking to walk off his frustration Cyrus picked up his club. It was a long piece of hardened wood. The numerous dents and scratches spoke of his heavy use. Stepping into the light of day the sight of his new home greeted him. His cave overlooked the vast blue of the ocean but just behind that was an ocean of green. Mega trees and foliage as far as his eye could see. The cacophony of birds, insects, and more dangerous things was an ever present song. The harsh sun beat down on the dragon's black and gold scales as he journeyed through the thick jungle. His strong bulky muscles flexed as he held his club against his shoulder. The wood of his weapon brushed against his long horns. He ventured in no direction in particular, only wanting to clear his head.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard a familiar noise. He was confused to hear the sound of a rope tightening. Before he had time to think too much about it his arm exploded in pain. The dragon stumbled back and saw a small spear sticking out of his bicep. Teeth bared in rage he looked around, seeking whoever threw the weapon. To his surprise he saw three bizarre creatures move out behind trees. They had neither scale or fur. Skin was bare, protected by only patches of hair on their head, underarms, and groin. They were shaped much like his fellow dragons with two arms, two legs, and an upright posture. They still lacked the tail and horn he was accustomed to. Yet, Cyrus found himself seeing an odd beauty in them. One had hair as red as fire and skin as pale as the moon, her bare skin spotted with small orange dots. Another had olive skin with jet black hair. The last was fair skinned with hair of gold. The creatures held up recurved sticks and began to pull on string tied to either ends of them. Once more Cyrus heard the sound of tightening rope. He didn't understand the mechanisms behind it but knew that more tiny spears would follow.

Cyrus let out a ferocious draconic roar. The sound shook the trees and made the bare skin creatures take a step back as though the noise itself was a tangible force that shook them. This was all the reptile needed as he dashed forward, swinging his club wildly. The fire haired woman narrowly missed the tremendous impact by throwing herself backwards, her sprawled body giving Cyrus a quick peek at her matching red pubic hair. The dragon had no time to admire the sight as he had to swing once more at the black haired woman who now brandished a stone tipped spear. She was forced on the defensive as she stepped back and managed to stay one step ahead of the reptile's chaotic swings. Cryus reared his club back and readied one more blow, only for his weapon to be held in place. Looking back he saw the golden haired woman forcing his weapon to be held still. Her muscles flexed and bulged as she struggled to match strength with the reptile. Cyrus thought he could wrench it free, but the time required to do so would leave him open for attack. 

He chose to let go, making the blonde woman fall back as her pulling was now unopposed. Cyrus barely had time to move away as the pointed stone of the spear grazed his side, opening a shallow cut. The woman didn't let up, stabbing and slashing with her weapon with a primal fury. Unbecoming of his size the reptile managed to keep his large body out of harm's way with quick movements. When the black haired woman thrust her spear again, Cyrus grabbed at the head and pulled with all his strength. Keeping grip on her weapon she was forced forward, only to be flipped head over heels as the muscled forearm of the dragon crashed into her face. The fire haired creature dashed forward and threw her foot between cyrus’ legs. Her foot smashed fruit sized testicles into pelvis, leaving Cyrus to use all his strength to not collapse into a heap. Although his manhood cried out in agony he knew that if he gave in here he was as good as dead. Cyrus reached forward and placed one arm on the woman's shoulder. His other arm went lower and squeezed at the female's womanhood. The shocked and pained gasp that left her ruby colored lips did give the male a sense of satisfaction. He then lifted the female above his head and tossed her with all his might deeper into the jungle, where her momentum was stopped by the bark of a tree.

Panting and sweating Cryus was alarmed when he heard the tightening of rope again. He turned to see the golden haired one pulling on the tied stick again. The dragon threw up his arms defensively and grimaced as the shaft of wood buried itself into his forearm. 

“Damned tiny spear!” He growled as he grabbed at it to pull it out.

The blonde gasped. “It talk?”

The redhead, having recovered quickly, limped forward. She motioned for her friends to back off and they did so. She rubbed her sore crotch once before standing up straight. “You speak?”

“Yes.” Growled the dragon as he snapped the small bloody arrow in his hand and tossed it away. 

“Never seen speaking dino.” She said in amazement. “You come to hunt us?”

Cyrus slapped his chest in a show of pride “Am dragon. And no, me never hunt anything that can talk. Wanted to look around new home.”

The fire haired woman paused for a moment. “Forgiveness. Have had many problem with dino. Thought you one. Let us take you to tribe. Shaman heal you.”

Cyrus glanced around, seeing the remaining two women having adopted a more relaxed stance. He still felt uneasy. This harsh world bred a strong survival sense in him. “Trap?” He questioned bitterly.

The redhead approached, slowly. Her shoulders relaxed and arms outstretched away from her body. Cyrus could now get a better look at this strange hairless creature. Her hair was long, curly, and seemed to flow down to above where her tail would be, were she a dragon. Her breasts bounced gently as she slowly approached, the red of her nipples matching her full lips. The rest of her body was hard with muscle from hard living and this stirred a desire deep within cyrus. He checked these feelings and met the female gaze. Her rich emerald eyes showed no submission, yet also had no hint of killing intent in them. She had no fear as she stood defenseless in front of the reptile who stood a full head taller than her. Her voice did not quiver at all as she spoke. “Peace?”

Seeing no reason to continue this battle he huffed. “Peace.”

As the four trekked through the jungle the women explained about themselves. They were humans. They had made a small area their home, only having simple tents as structures to live in. The population was small, only having around twenty five members. Of particular interest was the tied stick they used against Cyrus.

“Simply pull and let go. Arrow shoot forward.” Explained the red head.

Cyrus nodded, amazed at the ingenuity of these furless creatures. “I use?” 

The female handed over her weapon to which Cyrus examined. He eyed it over before giving the rope a pull. He pulled and pulled until the wood snapped in half. He was silent as all the women eyed him up. He gave an awkward smile as he shrugged. “Sorry.”

The woman all laughed, seeing that a strange creature like him was able to feel embarrassed went a long way to ground him and make him feel more human. Cyrus joined in. Once they quieted down the black haired woman asked a question after seeing the reptile's sharp teeth. “When you fight why dont you bite?”

“I bite” He said matter of fact “Only when I mean to kill. Only kill what I eat.”

The women nodded at this and led him on into their home. Cyrus looked around as he entered the small clearing in the jungle. There were several small huts around. Many other women with different skin tones and hair colored peered at the hulking brute walking through their village. Some grabbed at weapons but a harsh word from the redhead forced them to relax. Of note were some males in the tribe, who seemed to be smaller and much less muscular than the females. Still, they looked ready to defend themselves if needed. Cyrus was led to a hut twice the size of the others. As he entered he was forced to stay hunched, lest his horns rip a hole in the leather of the tent. Inside was hotter than the outside and Cyrus felt his sweat begin again. There were small stone containers of various herbs and plants around. In the darkness of the tent the dragon almost failed to see the dark skinned shaman of the tribe. She was a head shorter than Cyrus and had a plump figure. She was old, with her breasts sagging and skin beginning to wrinkle. Her hair was even more wild than the others, forming into a round shape around her head. The curls of her hair matched that of the hair on crotch, which formed a bush that hid her womanhood as good as a loincloth. The only thing that she had on her body was a necklace which had a single shiny stone that rested between her generous breasts. Her soft body glistened with sweat as she worked herbs into a mixture. The woman Cyrus entered the tribe and explained the situation. The shaman dismissed them and began to work with renewed vigor. Cyrus sat in the tent and watched her work with undivided attention. Now that he isn't fighting for his life his base desires returned. 

The shaman's back was turned and he looked on as her full round ass jiggled as she ground plants into a fine mixture. Cyrus could smell the scent of her sweat, almost taste it in the air. She turned and began to gently rub the herbs into his wounds. They had a soothing effect on him, but he barely noticed that. He couldn't help himself but muttering “Beautiful” 

The woman was taken aback by this, and seeing the dragons swelling manhood showed his words were not hollow. When flaccid his penis would reach to his knees. “It been long time since I mate.” She said shyly. Cyrus was by far the largest male she had ever seen, the males of this tribe being much smaller than the female. The sight of his large twitching penis was as intimidating as it was alluring. Her own olfactory senses were set ablaze as the scent of his musk and her body reacted on its own and moistened her loins.

“No care.” The dragon said as he reached behind the shaman and grabbed at her rump. It was as soft as he imagined it would be and his strong fingers squeezed her behind. She gasped but showed no sign of wanting him to stop. Cyrus was still sitting and he pulled her in, moving his head to press into her plump belly. He stuck out his tongue fully and glided it slowly and greedily along her body. He worked it up to her breast, along her nipple, and ended only when he slid his tongue along her neck. He delighted in the salty taste of her sweat. She let out a hard lusty moan as the sudden sensation overwhelmed her. Cryus wanted more and he lowered his head for another lap of sweat but she pushed out of his grasp and stepped back. She breathed to compose herself. “I cannot.” She sighed. “I want you but.”

She trailed off in thought. “In tribe all must take trial. Find shiney rock and bring back. Shows you are strong. My daughter left and hasn't come back. Every thought makes me worry.”

Cyrus, while disappointed by this interruption, was sympathetic. “I find daughter.”

The woman shook her head and gripped the stone on her necklace. “Is forbidden for tribe to help with trials.”

Cyrus smiled and slapped his chest. “Not human. Not tribe. Can help.”

The woman thought about this. She wanted to argue but could find no fault in his reasoning. She beamed with joy at this. She hopped and wrapped her arms around Cyrus. He was happy to feel her breasts pressed against his body and it took all his restraint to not be on her again. She took off her necklace and placed it on Cyrus. “Will let daughter know you are friend. Her name Kal.” She showed once more her fear. “Please bring her back.”

Cyrus stood up straight, wanting to reassure her with a show of his size and strong body, but stopped when his horns pushed against the top of the tent. He barely managed to stop in time.

The woman giggled. She glided her hand along the dragon's hard dick and licked the flavor of him on her palm. “Bring back daughter and I help with your club.”

Cyrus journeyed through the woods and towards a more mountainous area. He was informed that a cave was filled with these shiney rocks. Cyrus examined the one that the shaman gave to him. It was mostly clear and when sunlight passed through it he could see a small rainbow. While he did admit it was pretty to look at he could think of no practical use for this, figuring the humans only valued the stone for cultural reasons. He neared the cave and he was jolted to hear the sound of tightening rope again. He hooked his thumb under his necklace to show off the stone. “Friend, friend.” He shouted.

There was a moment of silence before the daughter emerged from some foliage. She stood as tall as the other females of the human tribe and she had the hair and skin tone of her mother. Her body was lean with obvious strong muscles showing. She had a few deadly looking stone tipped spears on her back. Save for a scanty loincloth she as naked, gracing the dragon with the sight of her round plump breasts that glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Suppressing the urge to do to her what he did to her mother he explained the situation. While she was unhappy about the aid, obviously feeling as though she was being viewed as weak by her tribe, she accepted the dragon. 

“Why you no have rock?” Cyrus asked, seeing that she was not wounded.

Kal scowled . “One Eye guard the rock cave. Won't leave unless I kill the beast.”

Letting his club rest on the ground he asked “One Eye?”

“Deadly Rex. Has terrorized tribe for long time. Killed and ate humans. Me took one eye during one attack. Me mean to take his damned head.”

The dragon thought back to his past, his tribe had killed a tyrannosaurus rex before. This, however, had needed the teamwork of the whole tribe. And while the human bow was a strong new weapon Cyrus had doubts it had enough power to kill such a colossus. Looking at the determined woman he knew she wouldn't accept ‘no’ as an answer. Besides, hearing that the dino was killing the humans did stir a protective desire within him. He thought for a moment and devised a simple plan. He explained it to the human who smiled with anticipation.

Cyrus crept towards the cave entrance. He could hear rumblings within, the unmistakable sound of an apex predator in his dwelling. The dragon twisted his neck to either side, giving a satisfying crack on either side, and breathed in deeply. He bellowed a mighty roar, speaking a challenge in a language any beast could understand. This was met by an equally fierce cry of outrage from within the rock cave. There were a few heavy footsteps before the rex came barrowling outward in a furious dash. The monster stood twice as tall as the dragon, its teeth a hellish nightmare of daggers that were doubtless the last things many a creature had seen in this world, and its entire body was a testament to a single minded build to hunt and kill. Cyrus knew that if he were to face such a beast in single one on one combat he would stand no chance. He had to use the gifts the gods gave him and other races like him. Teamwork.

He waited until the last moment before throwing himself out of the monster's way. The rex couldn't stop its momentum and smashed into a tree. This barely phased the beast and it started to turn to face its challenger. With a warcry the human lept from the tree and landed bodily onto its back, burying her spear as deep as her muscles would allow her into the back of the rex. She aimed to sever its spine but it seemed her aim was off as it thrashed and forced her to the ground. She rolled and managed to avoid taking much damage. The rex loomed over her and opened its great jaw, looking to bite her in half. It got dangerously close to a killing blow Cyrus threw all of his might into a swing. Thunder sounded as the wooded club smashed into the hard bone of the beast. It howled in pain and stumbled back. It then turned and swung its tail.

Cyrus felt the impact of eight tons of scaley force hammer against his chest. He was flung backward, only stopping when his back met a tree. Dazed, he stumbled to his feet, leaving his club on the ground. He was shocked awake as he saw One Eye with his mouth wide open and clamping down around him. Cyrus reached out on pure instinct and grabbed a tooth on either side of the monster's mouth. He had to use all of his might to keep the deadly jaws from making a meal of him. The dragon was forced to smell the breath of the dino which stunk of meat of his previous kills. He strained and struggled, but found One Eyes superior size equaled out to superior strength. The bone daggers got closer and closer to his flesh. Cyrus refused to die and with a roar of effort he wrenched and twisted the teeth in his hands until they were broken loose and spilling blood. The monster lost commitment to its attack and started to relent. 

Kal once more screamed in fury and came at the rex’s blind side. She charged and stabbed her spear into the side of the beast's neck. It reeled back, lifting its head upward in an effort to escape the assault. She stabbed at it again, planting her spear directly below the skull of the rex. Cyrus retrieved his club and forced all his strength into an upward swing. This pushed the spear deeper until it exploded from the top of the dinosaur's head. One Eye stumbled once, twice, and then fell to the ground dead. 

Both human and dragon stood unspeaking for a moment. They had almost died in this battle and they knew it. Still, the exaltation of a victory washed over them and soon they both bellowed to the heavens in triumph. Seeing the raw display of strength Cyrus showed in fending off the jaws of a rex Kal pressed her body against him. She had seen a dominant mate in him and the base desire to pass on that strength to future generations swelled within her. The human forced the dragon to his back and ripped off her loincloth. Cyrus, surprised but excited, stayed where he was as his already eager dick rapidly swelled to its full size. Kal did not waste time on sweet words or gentle kisses. She wanted to mate and nothing would get in her way. She squatted down and lowered her vagina until it met the head of the dragon's shaft. This was much bigger than she was used to but she wouldn't back down from this. She kept lowering, accepting more of the dragon's manhood into her. Once his entire dick was inside her she let out a shudder of pleasure. Cyrus, likewise, was amazed by the feeling of the human woman. She was so tight and the inside of her felt smooth and welcoming. Once she knew she could accept the club of the reptile she picked up the pace. She quickly moved her hips up and down, gaining in speed as her pleasure intensified. The barbs on the dragon's dick were touching her in ways she had never felt before and she could not get enough. She was in a frenzy, wanting to keep this pleasure going, and more importantly to bear this man's children.

Cyrus felt as though he could climax at any moment. His prolonged abstinence combined with the strange beauty of the human was too much for him. He felt as though the strength needed to fend off the jaws of One Eye was less than the strength he would need to hold on in his mating longer. Despite his best efforts he roared as he climaxed, pumping white hot pent up seed into the human. She screamed as she was filled up. Cyrus squirmed in overstimulation as she refused to stop. Cyrus was used to the lusts of dragons, so this was not unexpected. He felt his dick lose solidity as it began to grow limp from having just come. Kal grabbed Cyrus’ hands and placed them on her breasts. She looked him dead in the eye. “More, need more. Give more.” Cyrus felt the soft bare skin of the woman, her hard hot nipples on his palm, and the rhythmic bouncing of her breast. This, with her pleading, filled him with renewed vigor. He felt his dick begin to harden again, ready for another round. 

Not letting his dick slide out he began to rise. Kal protested briefly but was swept up as Cyrus took her in his arms. He grabbed her by the legs and held her up, swinging his hips back and forth. The human responded by wrapping all her limbs around the dragon, hugging him as tightly as he was physically able. This pushed Cyrus further as he moved faster and this made his testicles swing and repeatedly slap against the woman's ass. The two of them moaned and kept at this until Cyrus could not take anymore. With one final hard thrust he pushed in with all his might as he climaxed once again. The scream of pleasure Kal let out signified that she had as well. The two held together in place, letting the semen be left in the girl to help ensure she would have Cyrus’ egg.

Cyrus returned to the tribe dragging One Eye by its tail and carrying Kal on his shoulders. The human was leaking seminal fluid from their mating on his back, much to the delight of the dragon. The tribe all cheered as they saw the return of the shamans daughter who proudly had her own shiney stone and the vaquishing of their predator that had terrorized them. Everyone wasted no time preparing a feast of the beast. As night fell the light of the sun was replaced by the light of a roaring bonfire. Dino meat was cooked and consumed. Humans danced and Cyrus and Kal told the tale of their hunt. This impressed all those who heard, and the dragon noticed that many of the tribe were creeping closer towards each other with lust in their eyes. The shaman took Cyrus by the hand.

“It common after great hunt comes great party.”

Cyrus arched his eyebrow as Kal and the shaman both kneeled down in front of the dragon, each lowering themselves to begin licking and kissing a testicle each. He enjoyed the sight of both women worshiping his manhood and looked around, happy to see everyone in the tribe getting in on the fun. All around he could see humans groping, kissing, or fucking each other. Choosing to focus on what was in front of him he gently glided his hand across the heads of the humans before him, enjoying the new sensation of their hair on his hand. They both continued for some time, gliding their mouths and tongues all over every inch of his sac until it was all slick with saliva. Once they knew his balls were ready to shoot a load they got up. The shaman turned away from the dragon and bent over fully, exposing her round fat ass fully. She grabbed one cheek and gave it a shake. “Give me child like you did my daughter.”

Cyrus needed no further prompting as he stood behind the older human. He placed his dick between her soft ass cheeks, sliding it back and forth. He grabbed them from either side to press them together, this allowing for more pressure to be applied to his member as he felt the behind of the shaman. When he could take no more teasing he lowered his dick so that it could enter her vagina. He started slowly, unsure how she could handle his size. A cry of “Harder, gods damn you” was enough to let Cyrus know he could be rougher. Obediently he thrust all the way in, the hot soft walls of her womanhood welcoming him. He grabbed the woman by the hips and began to pump himself into her.

He slowed down for a moment as he felt his balls once again being given attention. Kal had moved behind him and cupped his massive testicles in her hands. Continued as she was before and licked them, even going so far as to gently nibble them. This pushed the dragon into even more of a lust filled frenzy as he moved even faster. The howl of pleasure from the shaman is what finally pushed him over the edge. With a roar to the heavens his balls clenched out of the mouth of the human as he filled the shaman with his cum. He didn't stop, pushing in and out over and over until his dick finally shot the very last drop this orgasm would give. 

When he pulled out the shaman fell to her knees, her legs having given up all of their strength. She panted heavily as she was lost in the afterglow. Kal chose to be beside her mother to help her recover. With a heavy sigh of satisfaction he grabbed a piece of dino meat to chomp on. Looking around he saw two of the three original humans he met. Both were locked in passionate lovemaking. Red head was laying on top of the golden haired one, both belly to belly as they kissed each other deeply. Swallowing the last of his meal he walked up to the duo, noting that he is pleased that the small red dots of the fire haired one still existed on her rump. He placed his hand on the dots and gave it a firm squeeze. “Room for more?” He asked as he used his other hand to rub his already hardening dick. Both women looked back, not minding at all the intrusion but instead seeming to welcome it. They nodded enthusiastically and went back to their kissing. This pleased Cyrus as he moved himself down to their level. Both of the woman's slits were aligned with each other, forming a straight line. The dragon pushed his dick to be between them, where the straw and berry colored pubic hair met. He could hear both women moan loudly at this. 

The dragon felt the warmth of both women's slits and the fluids both provided made for a lubricant for his thrusting. The humans pressed their hips together, sandwiching his dick and giving him even more enjoyment. His pace grew more rapid as he neared orgasm, his breath heavy and muscles aching. He refused to give up as he pulled his dick out. 

The red head looked back “What you…”

But she was cut off as Cyrus pushed his throbbing dragon penis into her vagina. She let out a lusty moan as he climaxed and filled her with potent seed. He quickly pulled out mid orgasm and pushed into the blonde woman, using the last spirit of his climax to impregnate her as well. Both women relaxed and Cyrus looked at the two of them now filled up with a sense of male pride.

The night went on until all the tribe's energy was spent and all fell into a restfully exhausted slumber. Cyrus was awoken by beams of sunlight piercing the canopy of the jungle trees. Blinking away the last of his sleepiness he looked around, seeing that the redhead and Kal were cuddling either side of his bulky chest. Deciding the remain where he was he relaxed, thinking he will enjoy his new home.