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Bolt the dragon took a leisurely walk along the sands of Seashell Shore. He walked on all fours like all younger dragons, though at age 18, he was just on the cusp of maturity, already standing 4 feet tall and 6 and a half feet long. His dark royal blue scales shone in the sun and as he walked he left soft marks in the sand from his paws with hard edges in the sand from his white claws. His tail dragged behind him, the soft sky blue fin, shaped like a spade when fully flared, drawing a line into the sand.

Once he found a nice spot on the beach, he stopped in his tracks and spread his wings, stretching out the royal blue spines, exposing the membranes that faded from a cobalt blue to a sky blue to the sun. He tugged at a red silk scarf that he wore, his only piece of clothing, and let it hang more loosely around his neck, revealing the gem that he always wore, a polished sunstone pendant hanging against the hollow of his throat. He turned and flopped onto his back on the soft sand, wings and legs falling to the sides, letting his light blue underbelly warm in the sun. His wings stretched out to their full length of 2 feet each, while his tail rested even longer beneath him.

He leaned his head back onto the sand, his dark walnut colored horns flared up against the sides of his head before they each split into two branches, a thicker main one that angled slightly up with three crooked bends, and a smaller one that set straight back from his head with two crooked bends, digging into the soft surface. His white hair fell in long strands from his head, the base of his horns buried in the thick mane, with shorter bangs hanging over his forehead. He shut his lilac lizard-like eyes to ensure that the sun didn’t shine too brightly in his vision. It was warm and comfortable here, perfect for relaxing and basking.

“Excuse me!” a voice called out to the dragon.

Bolt turned his head to see a small fairy woman approaching him, one he’d seen around a few times but didn’t know too well. He was pretty sure her name was Hazel. Her sleek black hair hung over her shoulders, exposed in her strapless green dress, which hugged her petite figure so well. She had translucent dragonfly wings jutting out from her back, flapping as they carried her closer to him. She gave him an eager wave.

“Are you available?” she asked, a coy grin on her face as she walked closer to him.

Bolt looked up and down the cute fairy, drinking her in before he smiled and said “Sure.” Even when he was on vacation, he was always on the job. Bolt, after all, was a Breeder – one whose job was to provide pleasure and comfort to those around him, in whatever form that would take. No matter where he was in the Dragon Realms, he was usually available to pleasure and satisfy any female, of any species, who requested him if they recognized him by the sunstone gem he wore. He was also always available to breed if any woman wanted to get pregnant – he was virile, and compatible with any species. He genuinely liked pleasing others, especially cute fairies like Hazel. He’d have fun with her, and then get back to relaxing.

Hazel smiled and knelt between his lower legs, her hands gliding along his scales. “Let’s get you ready,” she murmured before dropping her head and kissing his underbelly. She explored his scales with her mouth until she found his slit. She kissed the entrance and dipped her tongue inside, letting it meet the tips of Bolt’s hemipenis, two glorious cocks that began to swell. His balls emerged from his body first, four of them, each about 3 inches in diameter and heavy with cum.

The two cocks were a smooth vermilion in color, just over thirteen inches long and four inches thick each, both slick from being inside his body. The tip of the lower one was a blunt heart shape, with the other an upside down mirrored shape. Each tip was lined with subtle small nubs ringing the edge of the head. There were small spines on each cock, evenly spaced all over the shaft. Roughly halfway down the lengths was a raised medial ring, and each shaft had a large vein stretching along its underside. At the base of each cock was a bulbous knot, the same deep red, swollen to 5 inches across. Behind the knots, the base of his cocks rested just inside the slit on his belly.

Hazel didn’t hesitate to open her mouth wide and take the broad tip of one cock into her mouth, the head just barely fitting, licking and sucking as she reached her hand to the other one. She could feel the stretch in every part of her jaw, and getting him into her throat would be nearly impossible without the use of her magic. So she stroked his shaft, softly moaning all the while.

Bolt curled his tail up, using the tip of it to push up Hazel’s dress. He was surprised to find her not wearing any underwear as he teased her pussy with the flared fin of his tail, finding her already dripping wet. “You were seeking me out specifically, weren’t you?” he asked with a teasing tone.

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, responding as best as she could with her mouth so full of cock. She swirled her tongue around the blunt tip before letting her eyes flutter closed and enjoying the moment.

Bolt angled his tail so one of the soft fins rubbed directly against Hazel’s clit before he pulled it back and re-angled the tail so he pushed the tip into her, feeling her so tight around the sensitive fin. Fairies were usually tight, their small stature meaning every single part of them was equally small. He never expected any fairy to take his cocks completely – each one of them was about the size of an average fairy torso. That wouldn’t stop him from trying, though.

He flicked up the tip of his tail against her G-spot, making her moan deeply with pleasure. She rocked back against him as he started to fuck her with the tail, knowing exactly how to move his tail to make her scream .

Her grip on his cocks became tighter as she tried, but failed, to push her head down a little further on his cock. She gave a frustrated groan, trying her hardest, but her little throat was just too small.

He spread out his tail fin, still inside her, and Hazel moaned as best as she could as she came suddenly, her juices dripping onto his tail. A bead of her pleasure dripped onto the sand. As she recovered from her orgasm, she ground her hips down, unconsciously trying to get even more of his tail inside her.

“Do you want more, or is my tail enough?” Bolt asked, flicking his tail in her again. He knew all too well how needy fairies could be, and he was reasonably sure she wasn’t satisfied with cumming just on his tail.

She lifted her head, letting his cock pop out of her mouth. “More, please . Your tail is good, but …”

He slid his tail out of her pussy and moved it, still wet, to caress her cheek. “But what? I need you to ask for what you want, pretty fairy.”

Hazel blushed before replying, her voice slightly slurred with pleasure, “Your cock. I want you to grab me, and – and fuck me, please. Make me a cocksleeve for your massive dragon dick!”

“As you wish,” Bolt replied. He moved his hands to lift Hazel up, careful of his claws as he held her over his hard cocks. His lower cock pushed up against her pussy, demanding entrance. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” she replied, tossing her head back with a groan. “Just fucking fill me already, please .”

Bolt slowly lowered her onto his cock, but she was so tight, he couldn’t sink into her right away. Instead, he brought her pussy down onto his cockhead and moved her hips, grounding her against him, as little by little her pussy began to gape wider. He kept pushing her down as he pushed his hips up, feeling his tip minutely deeper in her each time, the pleasure building until at last, he slipped into her, her pussy taking all of his cockhead in just one go. He held her hard, letting out a moan as he felt just how tight she was. Feeling it around his tail was one thing, but on his cock? Fairies were so tight, most dragons wouldn’t last in them for more than a few seconds, but Bolt had his sexual endurance training – a normal part of being a Breeder, and a determination to make the moment last as long as he could.

Hazel wrapped her arms around his other cock, holding it close against her body as Bolt slid her along his length. She was creating a nice, tight passage for him to fuck, making sure both cocks were satisfied. She clenched her pussy around one cock while kissing and sucking the tip of the other.

“Oh, Bolt,” she moaned between kisses. “You make me feel so good …”

Bolt groaned as he sunk his cock deeper into her, almost halfway in, medial ring pressing up against her pussy, before he felt the entrance to her womb. He kept a steady pace, focusing on pleasuring the fairy woman, listening to her breathing and panting to know when she was close.

Hazel clenched her pussy tight right before she came, crying out loudly, her orgasm dripping down his cock and covering his knot with her slick. She moved her legs, slipping her feet against Bolt’s knot, rubbing and squeezing the flesh. She came a second time soon after, and squeezed her feet around his knot as tight as her pussy squeezed his shaft.

Bolt groaned as his knot swelled and he came, spurting his cum into her, his second cock still hard against her body as he felt his lower balls emptied. He lifted his head to smile at her and check on how she was doing, but … she was looking out over the water of the ocean.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching up to press his hand to her cheek.

She nodded. “Sorry. I’m getting off now.” She pushed herself back to stand up off of his cock, and then turned back towards the ocean, saying, “I think there’s a boat out there.”

“What?” Bolt asked, his brow furrowing as he looked towards the ocean. “There’s never any boats here.”

“I know,” Hazel agreed, nodding. “I … I need to go. I need to find Zoe and deal with this.”

She flew off quickly, not even bothering to put her dress back on. Bolt just stood on the beach, watching the boat as it came in.

The boat came closer, making it clear to Bolt that it was less of a “boat” and more of a “group of rafts hitched together”. Animals of all types were gathered on it – bandicoots, pandas, and other creatures Bolt couldn’t recognize from a distance. He’d never seen so many mammals in one place.

One of the bandicoots, a tall male one with blue pants and no shirt, waved at Bolt, calling out something he couldn’t understand.

A second bandicoot stood up beside the first, a shorter one with a blonde ponytail and blue overalls. She was cute , DD-cup breasts that strained at her overalls and a slender frame beneath. She waved one arm over her head and called out, “Hey! Can you help us? We can’t steer!”

Bolt nodded, and headed into the water. He didn’t care that both his cocks were still out and hard, the water pressing them against his belly. He swam out to the raft and moved behind it, pushing his forelegs against the raft to propel it.

“Thank you so much,” the smaller bandicoot said, carefully crossing the raft so she could see him. “I’m Coco, by the way. That’s my brother Crash, and these are our friends.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bolt,” he replied with a grin. “Welcome to Seashell Shore.”

“I don’t care where we are as long as it isn’t water anymore,” Coco said with a soft grin. “But it’s really nice to meet you, too.”

“So, can I ask why you’re rafting in the ocean without any way to steer?” Bolt asked, cocking his head to the side.

“We had to get away in a hurry and didn’t have much of a choice,” Coco explained. “It’s … kind of a long story, do you mind if we get onto dry land first?”

“Not a problem,” Bolt replied as he kept his legs kicking, his wings flapping for extra momentum. The exertion as he pushed the raft along helped his cocks calm down and retreat back into his body under the water. “Well, whatever happened, at least I get to meet a cutie like you.”

Coco blushed madly, stammering out, “O-oh, well, I … thanks. But, um, shouldn’t you focus on swimming?”

“We’re almost there,” he told her, glancing up at her. “You’re going to be fine. I’m a flirt, but I’m not going to leave all of you in danger here.”

Coco grinned, visibly relaxing her tense posture. “Thank you.”

Soon, the raft bumped up against the shore, sliding onto the sand. The mammals on board began to depart, though a blonde bandicoot came over to Bolt first and leaned over in front of him, her pink T-shirt falling open to give him a face full of her round J-cup breasts, immediately drawing his attention.

“Thanks for the assist,” she murmured with a smile before giving him a soft peck on the forehead.

“Anytime,” Bolt replied, needing a few moments to tear his eyes away from her breasts before he could look up at her green eyes. He watched as she stood up and turned to walk away, drinking in the sight of her, tall and leggy with a firm, perky ass.

Bolt shook his head slightly to make himself focus on the task at hand before he waded through the water to climb back up onto the shore. He heard gasps from those around and noticed most of them were looking at his exposed groin.

“You, um, you aren’t wearing pants,” Coco said, carefully avoiding the sight of four balls between his legs, just starting to pop back out of his body. He may have been looking at those boobs a bit too long.

“Why would I?” he asked. He stopped in front of one of the bandicoots and bent his head, holding out his horns to her. “You can grab on, make getting off a little easier.”

Coco just shook her head, crossing the raft to approach him. She held onto his horns and stepped onto the shore before turning back to him. “I … I guess I owe you an explanation.”

“If you want,” Bolt replied with a shrug. “I’m curious, but it does sound like you’ve gone through something crazy.”

“Well, we’re from the Wumpa Islands,” Coco explained. She gestured with her hands as she spoke, spreading her fingers apart to demonstrate widespread damage. “So, Cortex was trying to make a new kind of crate, and one of them exploded, and it turned out that exploded all of them all over the island. So everything was being covered in toxic goo that was eating away at all the buildings and rocks, so we had to get off the islands fast.”

“Who’s Cortex?” Bolt asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Evil scientist bent on world domination?” Coco prompted.

Bolt shrugged. “Never heard of him. I’ve heard of an evil overlord and an evil witch, but never an evil scientist.”

“Well, anyways,” Coco said, her hands briefly pausing before continuing. “We saved as many of our friends as we could find, grabbed as much fruit as we could carry, and made some rafts so we could get away. And then we pretty much just floated on the ocean till we made it here. So … can we stay here? Until we get a better boat at least?”

Bolt shrugged. “I mean, I’m not gonna say no, but I’m not really the person to ask about that. This is a public beach, though, so you can probably camp out here?”

“Yeah, that’ll work, as long as we can get some food, since we ran out of fruit yesterday,” Coco replied. 

“So, I’m gonna guess you got a lot of fish?” Bolt asked with a wry smile.

Coco shook her head. “We can’t exactly cook fish on a wood raft. We just … haven’t eaten. On top of that, we don’t exactly have any money right now, so I guess we’ll have to hunt or fish or something.”

“Oh, I can help with that,” Bolt said, flexing his wings slightly. “Go grab some sticks for a fire, okay? I’ll get you some food.”

Coco nodded, and headed off to look for sticks, talking to some of her people as she went. 

Bolt jumped up and flew out over the water, hovering above the gently lapping waves as he watched for the glint of scales beneath the surface. Once he was a fish, he divebombed it, catching it between his claws before flying back to the shore and gently placing it on the sand. He flew back over the water, and dove again, this time catching two fish.

By the time the bandicoots returned with a pile of sticks, Bolt had a nice little pile of six fish on the beach.

“Is that it?” Coco asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m grateful for the help, but I don’t think that would even be enough for Crash.”

Bolt shrugged. “I’m catching fish by hand, one or two at a time. If you’ve got a net by any chance, I’d be happy to use that instead.” He probably could have used a fishing pole to save time, but that would have ruined the thrill of diving into the crystal water and using his instincts to hunt .

Coco pursed her lips as she thought. “Give me a few minutes.”

“Sure,” Bolt replied, jumping back up into the air. “I’ll be in the water.”

He watched out for more fish while on the shore, Coco borrowed a jacket from another bandicoot and tied it to a relatively thin stick, making a makeshift net. When Bolt returned, Coco presented the tool to him with a smile.

“Yeah,” Bolt said, grinning as he examined it. “This will work.”

With a net in hand, he could easily find schools of fish and just swipe the tool through the water, catching heaps of fish at a time. He dumped the load out onto the sand, and Coco nodded her approval.

Bolt flew out over the ocean again, using the net to catch another large load. When he returned this time, Coco smiled and said, “That should be enough.”

Coco grabbed some of the fish and speared them onto another stick, holding it over the fire. “Thank you,” she said. “This is going to help us all.”

“I’ll make sure to get you something more filling later,” he said, smiling at her.

“As long as it isn’t more wumpa fruit,” Coco replied with a sigh. “We’ve had enough of that for a while.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Bolt replied, licking his lips as he imagined a tasty all new fruit. “Is it at least a good fruit?”

She nodded. “We’ve still got some seeds, so maybe you can try some later. It’s kind of what the islands are known for.” She pulled back the stick to inspect the fish. “Hey, everyone, we’ve got food!”

The group gathered around the fire, cooking their own fish and starting to really relax. Bolt sat back and watched as they ate, curious about these strange new mammals.

Crash staked about a dozen fish to one stick, roasted them, and ate them in one bite. He sat on the sand beside Coco, letting out a comically large burp.

Coco giggled. “Yeah, you’re right, this place does look kind of familiar. Hey, Bolt, was it? Where exactly are we?”

“Seashell Shore,” Bolt replied, glancing over at her. “I said that earlier.”

“Yes, but where is that?” Coco asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“In the … Dragon Realms?” Bolt said, cocking his head to the side slightly in confusion.

“Okay, that explains it,” Coco said. “So, we’ve actually been here before. Well, not here exactly, but the Dragon Realms.” She sighed, leaning back in the sand. “This would be a great spot for a vacation. Instead of fleeing Cortex.”

Bolt nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty great here.”

Coco glanced out over the water with a small smile. “It’s a really nice view here. Is this where you live?”

“Nah,” Bolt replied with a shrug. “I was just coming here to bask for a while. I live in Midday Gardens.”

“Oh, that sounds really cool,” Coco said, looking back at him. “What’s it like?”

“Lots of flowers, always perfect weather,” Bolt replied, smiling slightly. “I’ve got a nice little cave house I call home.”

“Sounds nice,” Coco replied with a small smile. “Maybe I’ll head that way sometime.”

Bolt grinned, looking over the cute bandicoot. “Yeah. I can give you the grand tour.”

Before he could relax again, he noticed another group approaching the beach. When he could see them more clearly, he recognized the Heroes of the Dragon Realms.

Spyro, the purple and yellow dragon that had freed all the dragons from their crystal prisons, led the group. He was followed by a cheetah who had an arrow quiver slung over one shoulder. Behind them were Zoe the fairy, and Hazel.

Crash perked up when he saw Spyro approaching. He waved and made a happy noise before running to the dragon and greeting him with a high five.

“Hey, Crash!” Spyro said, greeting him with a warm smile. “I’m glad you’re here, now we can definitely kick Cortex’s butt!”

Coco stood and followed her brother. “So, you must be the Spyro he talked about,” she said, holding out her hand in greeting. “I’m Coco, Crash’s sister.”

“Wait, he talks?” Bolt asked, and Crash gave him an offended glare.

Coco giggled. “Yeah, it’s hard for anyone else to understand him, but I’ll always know what my brother is saying. So, Spyro, you’re here to help stop Cortex?”

“Got that right,” Spyro replied with a cocky grin. “Heroes of the Dragon Realms, at your service!” He stood tall, spreading his wings in a heroic pose. The cheetah bared his teeth and struck a pose beside him, while Zoe just smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Aha!” Crash cried, raising his hands to give the dragon a double high five. The two ran off together towards the portal, presumably to fight Cortex and save the day. After a moment, the cheetah realized they were gone, and followed them.

Bolt rested again, relaxing on the sand. Spyro was best for the heroing. Bolt would be of use as a tour guide, relaxation specialist, or if any of the new people decided they wanted to fuck.

Zoe stayed behind with Hazel, and Bolt turned his head to get a better look at the fairy. He’d met her a few times before, and she was still just as attractive, a curvy, thick figure with DD-cup breasts and her red hair in a ponytail. She wore a dress similar to Hazel’s, but hers was yellow. Translucent butterfly wings flitted behind her back, keeping her floating just above the ground.

“Well, while they’re handling that, we need to find all of you places to stay until the danger has passed,” she said with a soft smile. “Bolt, you can help with that, right?”

“Sure,” Bolt replied, standing and stretching. “I’ll do what I can.”

“What about your mountain?” Zoe asked, floating a little closer. “That should have enough room for everyone.”

Bolt cocked his head to the side, giving her a confused look. “No? It’s really not that big. Definitely not big enough for everyone .”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Zoe said, waving her hand dismissively. “You have a whole mountain , and I’ve heard you’ve been putting so much work into fixing it up and making it livable! I know everyone here will really appreciate it, and you.”

Bolt raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look clear on his face. But hey, if Zoe was going to insist she knew his house better than he did … “Sure, we can bring them to my house, if you really think that’s best.”

“Everyone, please come with me,” Zoe said, raising her voice and flying up so the crowd would notice her. “We’re going to the portal, just over here!”

Bolt walked towards the portal, leading the pack that followed Zoe, as Hazel flew the opposite direction, waving goodbye. Traveling by portal was far easier and quicker than flying. All they had to do was step through the archway and the multicolored swirl, and they were in Midday Gardens.

“What is this ?” Coco asked as they approached the portal. “It … looks like a time portal. Is that safe?”

“Time portal?” Bolt asked, his brow furrowing. “Wait, time travel is possible? ”

“Yeah, but it’s not fun,” Coco replied, rolling her eyes. “And if this isn’t a time portal, what is it?”

“It’s a transportation portal,” Bolt said, glancing over at the portal again. “They’re set up all over the place in the Dragon Realms. It’s a lot easier for going back and forth than flying all over the place. Especially because not everyone even can fly.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Coco said, looking at the portal warily. “I just don’t want to end up jetskiing away from pirates. Again.”

Bolt raised an eyebrow at her. “No? It just goes to another portal, and from there we’ll take the portal to my house. Come on.”

Bolt glanced behind himself to make sure Zoe and the newcomers were still following him as he headed through the first portal to Sunrise Spring, and from there, took a short walk to the portal to his home. He smiled as he saw the well-kept gardens that made up his homeland. He really did love it here – the air was always the perfect temperature and smelled sweet from the thousands of flowers planted in neat rows everywhere, broken up by neat rows of houses and stores lining the different flower fields. The gardens were dotted with small, rocky mountains creating valleys of colorful flowers, and it was one of these mountains that Bolt led the group to.

The flower fields outside his house were full of wildflowers in all sorts of colors. Bolt didn’t have much of a green thumb – hard to do when he had no thumbs at all – so he let the land in his yard do what it wanted to do, and appreciated the beautiful results. The wildflower garden opened up to a cave in the side of the mountain, up to a cavernous area inside.

This was where Bolt had made his home. He’d dug into the side of the mountain, expanding the small natural cave into a few rooms that comprised his house. It was just enough room for him to cook, sleep, and store his stuff. 

When he stepped inside the small house, he was greeted by a fairy friend of his, Krystal, who came from his kitchen. She was naked, save for a very skimpy apron that did nothing to hide her short, curvy figure with F-cup breasts and thick hips. Her brown hair hung loose around her shoulders, framing her green eyes and bright smile, and she flew with translucent beetle wing.

“Oh,” she said on seeing Bolt, and Zoe beside him. “Sorry, I thought you would be alone. What’s going on?”

“Any other day, I’d be glad to see you like this,” Bolt said, looking over Krystal’s form. “You know how much I love surprises.”

“Especially naked maid surprises,” Krystal agreed with a giggle. “But … I should put on my clothes now, probably …” She waved her wand, and her regular outfit, a short blue dress, appeared on her body. “Now, can you please tell me what’s going on?”

Zoe glanced around the small space, raising an eyebrow at Krystal. “Emergency situation. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Krystal put her hands on her hips with a huff. “Well, I’m here, so please, fill me in.”

“A bunch of mammals washed up on the shore from somewhere called the Wumpa Islands and need a safe place to stay,” Bolt explained, still looking over Krystal’s now clothed body. “Zoe thought that my house would be best.”

“Well, you were the one who found them, and you own this whole mountain,” Zoe pointed out.

“Really?” Krystal asked, glancing around the place. “It’s impressive what you’ve done so far, but … really?”

“I did think this place would be bigger,” Zoe admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Hey,” Bolt defended. “All I’ve got is my fire breath and my own claws, you know. Have you ever tried digging into rock without magic? Or without thumbs ?” Bolt held up his thumbless forelimbs for emphasis.

Zoe nodded slowly. “That’s fair, when you put it that way, this place is impressive. I guess I’m just used to having magic.”

“Well, this is big enough for me,” Bolt said, shrugging. “There’s my living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and Stuff Room. Never had a need for any more.”

“Okay,” Zoe said, determined. “You, go out there and keep everyone company. I’m going to use some magic and make your house big enough for everyone.”

Bolt nodded, turning to head out of the cave. “Uh, hey, can you make sure it still looks like my cave? I like living in a mountain, you know. Krystal, can you help her, make sure she keeps my aesthetics?”

“You owe it to me later,” Krystal said with a playful wink. “But yeah, you know I’m always down to help you out!”

Zoe shooed him with her wand. “Don’t worry, I’m an excellent decorator. Now, don’t leave your guests waiting!”

Bolt rolled his eyes before heading out, seeing a crowd gathered, looking at him expectantly. “Uh, it’s gonna be a few minutes,” he said, awkwardly shifting his weight between his legs. “Just … making sure there’s enough room.”

A familiar leggy blonde bandicoot with a large, bouncing chest pushed through the crowd and bent over to look Bolt in the eye, though his gaze rested on her breasts before looking up to her face.

“Thank you so much for this,” she said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she smiled. “I was scared we’d never be safe again. Cortex has ruined so much for us.”

“Of course,” Bolt said, smiling. “Anything I can do to help.”

She giggled and reached out to stroke the top of his head. “I’m Tawna, by the way,” she said. “It’s great to meet you.”

“I’m Bolt,” he replied, his smile growing wider. “Uh, you probably already knew that.”

A cloud of blue smoke suddenly erupted from the cave entrance, and Tawna took a step back in surprise. “Well, um, thank you again,” she said, before joining the crowd.

“My house!” Bolt cried, dashing into the cave entrance again. He expected some magic, but not explosions . “What’s going on?”

Krystal zipped into his line of sight with a smile, waving her hands placatingly to calm him. “It’s okay! We had to blast out some of the extra rock. The smoke is just a side effect, but I promise, your house is completely safe. I swear it on my fairy magic.”

Bolt nodded slowly. “Okay. If you say so.”

“Now, you should go back out there,” Krystal said, gesturing for him to leave. “I’m sure that your new roommates are also worried about the, uh … noises.”

Bolt sighed and turned, heading out the door. He took a deep breath outside as a group of bandicoot girls waved him over.

“Hi!” one of them, a girl with blue space buns and a tight silver jumpsuit, said. She was slim and petite, and just looked really cute. “We just wanted to ask if we can get rooms next to each other?”

“We’re all really good friends,” another explained. She had black hair cut in a bob, and a tight purple miniskirt over black leggings. “So, we want to stick together.”

“Sure –” Bolt started to say, but ducked as another sudden explosion came from his house, pink smoke pouring through holes in the side of the mountain walls that reformed themselves into pane glass windows. “Um, yeah. You guys can take rooms together, assuming my house isn’t destroyed.”

A third girl, with green hair and a green minidress, giggled. “I’m sure it’s fine. It’s magic, right?”

“Magic doesn’t usually explode like that,” Bolt said, frowning, but then sighing. “But I trust those fairies.”

“It’s super nice that you’re giving up your space like this and letting fairies do whatever magic stuff they want, just for us,” the fourth girl of their group said. She wore a blue sweatsuit and had soft blonde waves in her hair.

Bolt smiled before he cringed for another explosion, this one spewing green smoke.

“Okay, that’s it,” he muttered, turning back towards his house. “I need to see what’s going on.”He walked into his house, past a cloud of green smoke looked around the remodeled area. He stood in a foyer with a high stone ceiling, still keeping the feel of a vast cavern, but now, a stairway led to a second level of rooms as recessed apses in the walls held magical lanterns high above, letting light into the area. None of the walls or floors were perfectly even, letting the dwelling keep its hand-carved feeling. It still felt like his home .

“Doors!” Krystal called from somewhere upstairs. A puff of yellow smoke followed, and a few moments later, the two fairies flew into the foyer, giving each other a high five.

Zoe turned and noticed Bolt, giving him a wide grin. “Oh, you’re early! Tell us what you think.”

“It looks nice,” Bolt said honestly. “But … can you explain the smoke, and all the colors, and why it sounded like things were exploding? ”

“Well, we had to break down the rock to fit all the extra rooms,” Zoe explained, gesturing around with her wand. “That would’ve been the first blast. Second was the windows, and the third was making sure you have an adequate sized room for your personal storage.”

“And that last one was getting doors onto all the rooms!” Krystal added with a weary sigh.

Bolt nodded slowly. “Well, it’s still my house, just … better. Thank you.”

“Oh, it was fun!” Krystal said with a grin. “We’re just about done, if you want to gather everyone up for the grand tour!”

Bolt walked out the doorway and stood at the entrance to the house and called out, “Who wants to see inside?”

The people cheered, which was quickly cut off as a plume of yellow smoke came from inside the door. A moment later, Zoe popped her head out and said happily, “All done! Come on in!”

Bolt led everyone into the cave, but stopped in the foyer, realizing he wasn’t even sure where everything was now.

“All right!” Zoe said cheerfully. “Let’s get going! Follow me over here to the kitchen!”

She led the refugees into the kitchen first, very similar to the one that Bolt knew, but bigger.

“Why is there so much room?” Bolt asked, turning around in the empty space.

“Well, we were planning on getting you a fridge and an oven,” Zoe replied, gesturing around the space. “You can make your own fire to cook your food, but I don’t think your guests have that ability.”

“Oh, you’re going to buy me appliances?” Bolt asked with a grin. “Nice.”

Zoe gave a sheepish grin. “Well … I know that you have the gems to spare, so I was going to ask …”

Bolt chuckled. “You put them in storage, right? Go ahead and take whatever you need.”

Zoe led the group through more rooms, including a bathroom and a laundry room before showing off a large living room with seats carved into the rock walls. She pointed out a closed door and let Bolt know that all his things were in there. For security, she gave him a key, which she tied to the scarf he wore for the moment. Then, the whole group headed upstairs.

At the top of the stairs were Bolt’s room and master restroom, and then a long hallway that was lined with more bedrooms, flickering candles providing magical light along the way. “By the way,” Zoe said to Bolt in a low voice, “if you want things back to the way they were when people leave, please, just call me or Krystal and we can reset everything. I want this place to feel like your home .” 

Bolt nodded. “This is great, really. It’s what I would do on my own, if I’d had the time. Except … maybe not this many bedrooms.”

Zoe chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Still, I don’t think I’ll ask you to turn it back,” he said, smiling slightly. “This still feels like my home. It’s how I would do it.”

Zoe smiled at him before turning to the group at large. “Okay, everyone! Go pick out your room from down the hall. You’ll see stone bed frames, and we’ll be getting you mattresses soon. Each bedroom has a private bathroom, and Krystal will be coming around in a bit to check up on you and see what toiletries and other things you might need, so you’ll have a fully furnished room by the end of the night. And welcome to the Dragon Realms!”

The visitors headed down the hallway, talking with each other to determine the order they would take the rooms as they wandered into individual bedrooms.

Zoe turned back to Bolt with a smile. “So … should we check out your bedroom?”

“Hang on, am I paying for all those toiletries, too?” Bolt asked, still looking over at Krystal.

“Only if you want to,” Krystal assured him. “I can use fairy funds for that if necessary.”

Bolt nodded slowly. “Okay, then. Uh, if it’s not too expensive, go ahead and use my gems.”

“Thank you!” Krystal replied before heading down the hall, knocking on the first door.

Zoe smiled widely. “So, bedroom?”

“Sounds good to me,” Bolt said, giving her a grin. She led him to the bedroom, opening the door for him. He entered, pushing the door closed with his tail, but not noticing it bounce slightly open.

Zoe waved her wand over herself, making her clothing disappear in a flash and revealing her nude body to him – large breasts, narrow waist, and a bare pussy resting between wide hips.

“Well, that’s a start for making this worth my time,” Bolt said with a grin, openly raking his eyes over her naked form. “Why don’t you lie back and let me enjoy your body for a bit?”

“Oh, I can absolutely do that,” she replied, lying back on his bed. Her eyes widened suddenly as she sank into his cloud mattress. “Oh, wow, that’s soft.”

“It is a cloud,” Bolt replied, climbing onto the bed so his forelegs were on either side of her hips. “You should get one for yourself, best sleep you can have.”

“Maybe – oh! ” Zoe moaned, surprised as Bolt’s tongue flicked out against the skin of her neck.

Some dragons, such as Bolt, were endowed with very long prehensile tongues. Bolt’s was long enough that he could kiss Zoe’s neck while coiling the tip of his tongue around her nipple, and that’s just what he did to make her writhe and moan beneath him.

“I – nngh – I like your tongue,” she gasped, moving one hand behind Bolt’s head, grabbing onto one of his horns.

“Well, I like your body,” Bolt murmured in reply. He kissed her neck again, scraping his teeth along her skin and making her shiver..

“I also like your cocks,” Zoe replied. She slid her hand down his body to the slit containing his two dicks, tracing along the edges until he grew hard and his cocks began to peek out. “I would like them better if I could ride them …”

“Both of them?” Bolt asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, sounds great to me, but wouldn’t that be a tight squeeze for you?”

“Only if I stay this small,” Zoe replied. She grabbed her wand and waved it over herself, giving a little shimmy as she did. Her body began to grow, limbs stretching and torso lengthening until she was as big as any human woman.

“Damn, you can do that?” Bolt asked, smiling as he watched. “I know magic can do a lot, but I thought size changing was an illusion or something.”

“No, it’s very much real,” Zoe replied, running her hands over her body. “I’m bigger now, and that means I can take much more inside me … maybe not both , though. Not right now.”

Bolt just grinned and moved to kneel over her, kissing her deeply, enjoying the feeling of firm lips against his, not just a tiny fairy mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth, coiling it around her tongue and making her moan.

Zoe pressed her hips up, feeling Bolt’s growing cocks slide against her belly. “It’s been far too long since we had any fun,” she said with a coy smile. “Want to find out exactly how much I can fit inside me?”

“Why so fast?” Bolt asked. He kissed her again, then lower, his lips against her neck. “I’ve got so much more pretty fairy to touch and taste and enjoy. I want to take my time with you.”

Zoe flushed. “Well, then … okay. Just … whatever you want …”

Bolt moved his head a little lower so his mouth was right against her breast. He gently sucked the nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth as Zoe arched her back into his touch and let out a high pitched groan.

She lifted one leg up, rubbing it along Bolt’s leg, then between his legs, against his lower cock, the shaft rubbing against her thigh. “Mmm … even when I’m bigger, you still feel massive . I can’t wait to feel that cock stretching me out.”

Bolt turned over, resting on his back. “Then, why don’t you test your new limits by sucking me off?”

Zoe knelt between his legs and bent her head down to kiss the tip of his lower cock. Her hands gripped his shafts, stroking them both as she made out with the broad, blunt cockhead. Her tongue swirled around the surface before teasing the slit slightly, and then – she pushed her head down, taking his cock into her mouth fully.

She slid her tongue around his cock as his other cock rubbed against her cheek. Her tongue dipped between every small nub, a slow circuit around the head that had Bolt groaning. He sat up slightly to hold her head there, a hand on her cheek, softly caressing her as she bobbed her head to lick every single nub and ridge.

Her head went lower, and his cock was in her throat. He hissed through his teeth at the sudden feeling of warm tightness around his shaft, usually unexpected from a fairy, but feeling so good. He could smell Zoe’s arousal in the air as she kept pushing herself lower, taking more and more of him into her throat.

His other cock rubbed against her face and her soft hair as she kept using her hand on him. He could feel his body reacting, demanding to be buried in this tight hole around his cock, but he was going to enjoy what was offered – no matter how nice the idea of using Zoe’s throat like a cocksleeve sounded.

Zoe, however, seemed intent on making herself a cocksleeve, as she forced herself to take even more down her throat, until her lips brushed against the medial ring. Bolt groaned in pleasure. No fairy had ever taken that much of him in her throat before, and oh it was good. His hips thrust up, into her mouth, and he felt her tongue swirl along his shaft in response.

He fucked her throat as she bobbed her head, guided by his hand on her cheek. He flexed his cock in her throat and groaned at the sudden spike of her arousal in the air, a musky sweet scent that he wanted so much more of.

He moved his hand to the back of Zoe’s head and pushed her down as he lifted his hips up, and the medial ring slipped into her mouth, so far in that he could feel it at the back of her throat. He held her there for just a few moments before letting her go. She pulled off of his cock slowly, looking up at him the whole time with clear lust in her gaze.

“I like this spell,” Bolt said with a grin before lying back down on the mattress. “Your throat feels amazing like that.”

“Well, that’s just my throat,” Zoe replied. She moved to straddle Bolt as she gripped his upper cock in her hand. She moved over his cock and guided the tip against her pussy, then pushed down onto him, letting the blunt head ram against her pussy lips. She ground against him, her slick dripping onto his cock as her lower lips parted slightly.

Neither of them noticed that the door to Bolt’s room had been left slightly ajar, and they had no clue that a dumbfounded Tawna stood right outside, hand poised as if to knock as she looked through the crack in the door. She’d intended to ask Bolt a question about the house – where they could find an electrical outlet – but she absolutely hadn’t expected to walk in on this sight.

Her mouth dropped open as she saw the dragon with Zoe, the fairy now somehow larger as she rested over Bolt’s lap, aligning herself with one of his two cocks, clearly about to sink down on it.

Tawna had to wonder what that would feel like. What a cock that size would feel like. She rubbed her thighs together as she watched, her original intention of asking about an outlet to charge Coco’s laptop entirely forgotten. The way Bolt’s cocks looked so thick , the way his tail rested against Zoe’s side … it was all so hot, the hottest thing that she’d seen in a long time. She wanted to be on top of that big dragon, wanted to feel that huge cock against her pussy … he was much bigger than anything she'd ever had, that was for sure, and she wanted to know what it felt like.

She shook her head. She was just pent up from spending weeks on a raft, unable to masturbate or have a moment alone. She shouldn’t be invading on this private moment. She turned around to walk back to her sisters.

Technically, neither of them was her sister. But Coco was her ex’s little sister, and looked up to Tawna, so she was going to keep being there for the other girl. And the other … well, she was Tawna, though looked slightly different with a muscular form and a blue and blonde fauxhawk. Still, she was genetically identical to Tawna, having been her from another dimension. She gave up a life of constant adventure and loneliness to settle with Crash, Coco, and Tawna, and chose to change her name so there would be no confusion. They called her Amber now.

“Hey, so no luck on the outlet,” she said as she entered Coco’s bedroom, where she and Amber waited on the empty stone bed frame.

“Aw, man,” Coco said, pouting slightly. “I haven’t been able to check my email in so long, let alone check in on the calculations of what Cortex is up to.”

“I doubt that there’s wi-fi here,” Tawna pointed out as she took a seat on the bed. “Although, it’s not like I really had the opportunity to ask . Bolt was … occupied.”

“With what?” Amber asked, glancing over at her.

“With, um, that fairy,” Tawna replied, blushing a bit. “Seems there’s a reason that Bolt doesn’t wear pants.”

“Oh, damn, details,” Amber demanded, grinning widely. “Tell us everything. How big are the dicks when he’s hard?”

Tawna clapped her hands over Coco’s ears before responding, “Well, one of them was busy being inside the fairy, but the other had to be at least a foot long. Knotted, too.”

“Hot,” Amber said, smirking and nodding slightly.

Coco brushed Tawna’s hands away. “You know, I can hear what you’re saying even if you try covering my ears. And I’m fully aware of what a penis is and what it’s used for.”

“How do you know that?” Tawna asked, frowning. “You’re a child!”

Coco raised an eyebrow at her. “Uh, no. I’m 18.”

“Still,” Tawna said with a frustrated huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “They could have at least shut the door!”

“Well, maybe the culture here is more open to sexual things,” Coco said, shrugging. “He was fully displaying his genitals when we arrived.”

Amber shrugged. “Yeah, if he’s cool with it, then whatever.”

“I’m worried about the others being offended by him,” Tawna explained, uncrossing her arms. 

“That’s fair,” Coco said with a nod. “We could try to talk to him and explain the cultural differences. But … maybe we should give him a little bit?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tawna agreed, also nodding. “Let’s, um, let them finish up.”

Meanwhile, Zoe kept teasing Bolt, grinding her pussy along the tip of his cock. She kept sliding against him, groaning softly, until suddenly, with a pop, the head slid fully in her. Her teasing groans stopped as she gasped , before she let out pleasured whimpers as her pussy clenched around the sudden intrusion. Her hips rolled, her body wriggled, as she lowered herself further and felt even more of his cock entering her.

Zoe moved her hands to rest on Bolt’s chest, giving herself leverage to slide up and down his cock, enjoying as it sank into her inch after inch. Her head tossed back as she cried out in pleasure.

Bolt’s second cock rubbed against her back, the shaft up against her gossamer wings. He could only just barely feel them against his cock as they flapped and buzzed, feather-light touches against his cock sending shocks of pleasure through him.

“Fuck me, Bolt, please,” Zoe managed to gasp, and Bolt sat up again to grab her by the hips and pull her down hard onto his cock, almost to the medial ring, further than he ever expected to sink so easily into fairy pussy. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes shutting. “You’re so … remember this spell. It’s worth using again.”

Zoe giggled and nodded. “I – nngh – I’m really enjoying it too …”

“Don’t have to hold back with you like this,” he said, groaning as he rolled his hips against her, the medial ring popping inside her. “I bet you can take all of it. I bet I can just use you however I want.”

“Then – oh fuck – do it,” Zoe challenged, smiling at him. She had half-lidded eyes, full of lust and desire, but her eyes widened as she felt Bolt grab her and thrust into her, pulling her down nearly to his knot in one fluid motion.

Bolt gripped her around the waist as he slid her up and down his cock, his eyes screwed shut as he appreciated this unique pleasure, a fairy pussy that could take all of him. He leaned his head back slightly, letting out a groan as he fucked her. 

Zoe came nearly immediately as she felt that medial ring enter her, as she felt the girth of Bolt’s cock stretching her out, practically rearranging her insides. She gushed slick against him, her hands curling into fists against his chest as she rocked her hips hard, her ass pressing back and catching his other cock between the cheeks.

Bolt slammed his hips up against Zoe, enjoying the feel of tight fairy pussy wrapped around his cock, more than he’d ever felt. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on him with just as much passion and need, the combined efforts letting his knot slam against her entrance with nearly every thrust. He groaned as he felt her pussy around him, her walls clenching around him as he forced her open each time, her tight passage welcoming him and taking him deep inside.

He wrapped his tail around her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her, as he felt her lower lips kiss his knot every time she sank down onto him. His other cock rubbed against her back, her wings fluttering even faster against his shaft, a soft feeling like silk just barely brushing against him.

He pulled Zoe down tight against him so his knot was grinding against her again, and she gasped and whimpered, cumming hard and soaking his cock with her juices. Her eyes rolled back as her wings fluttered in time with her pussy, her whole body quivering and shaking with her pleasure. She was a pretty sight, and made for such a lovely sensation on his cock as every part of her shook and trembled.

“I – I want your knot,” she gasped out. “I’ve never — I want to know what a knot feels like – fuck, please!”

“You’re the one on top,” he responded, though he pulled her tight against him again. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to truly knot a fairy, and he thrust, hard and short strokes, feeling his knot push open her pussy even more with each little movement, until with a small pop, he was fully inside her. 

His balls pulsed as he came from the sudden tight heat around his knot, an overload of stimulation that had him coating her insides white. Bolt let out a roar, practically holding Zoe like a cocksleeve as he bucked his hips up into her, thrusting the little bit he could while knotted as he spurted his cum inside her. His second cock twitched against her back, precum smearing against her fluttering, trembling wings.

“Wow,” Zoe murmured, panting and leaning against his chest. “That was … I’m going to have to use that spell every time with you.”

Bolt chuckled. “That’s up to you, but I wouldn’t mind feeling my cocks sinking so deep inside you again.”

A knock suddenly came at the door, interrupting the moment between the two. Zoe sighed and reached for her nearby wand to wave it, her body easily slipping off of Bolt’s cock even though his knot was still swollen. 

“We need to do this later, when I can enjoy knotting you,” Bolt murmured, smiling at her.

“Agreed,” Zoe replied. She waved her wand a few more times, making sure she was redressed and at her normal size. “You should get the door.”

Chapter Text

Bolt relaxed on his bed, too comfortable to move, when another knock came at his bedroom door. As Zoe raised an eyebrow at him, he gave a sigh, “Fiiine,” and then stood. As he walked across the room to open his door, he idly wondered who could need his help already and when he opened it he saw three bandicoot girls standing there. Coco, Tawna, and one he didn’t recognize. “Uh, hey,” he said. “Can I help you?”

The three didn’t respond at first, just looked down at his cocks, still out and hard, one leaking cum.

Bolt chuckled. “You’ve apparently got a habit of coming by right as I finish up sex. Don’t worry, they’ll go away in a few minutes.”

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” Tawna said, opening the door wider and stepping forward, into the room, as Bolt stepped back to give them room. “We just wanted to know if, um, this much sex is normal for you?”

Bolt nodded, tugging down the scarf around his neck to reveal the sunstone gem he wore. “Yeah. I’m a breeder.”

“A what?” Coco asked, confusion evident on her face.

“A breeder,” Bolt replied, looking at her. “You know, my job? That thing people do to make money?”

“We know what a job is,” Tawna said, nodding slowly, “but what’s a breeder?”

“Let me explain, Bolt,” Zoe said, laying a hand on his forearm. “Explanations are my job, after all. A breeder is a dragon whose duty is to provide pleasure and comfort to all the people of the Dragon Realms.”

“So, yeah, it’s a lot of sex,” Bolt said with a shrug.

“It’s not all sex,” Zoe pointed out, gesturing wide with her hands. “Breeders are also important for providing companionship and affection. Anyone who wants a friend, or a partner for a dance contest, or just someone to talk to for a while can hire Bolt.”

Bolt nodded. “And then, usually, there’s sex. I guess I’m just good at it.”

“Oh, you are ,” Zoe murmured, blushing slightly.

Coco wrinkled her nose. “Okay, moving on. So your life is literally being naked all the time and having sex wherever and whenever?”

“Pretty much,” Bolt replied, nodding.

Amber chuckled. “Damn. How do I sign up?” When she noticed Bolt looking a little confused at her, she held out her hand, introducing, “I’m Amber. I’m their sort of sister.”

“Sort of?” Bolt asked, his head tilting to the side as he looked between the girls.

“It’s a really long story,” Amber replied, waving her hand dismissively.

“Anyways,” Tawna said, leaning against the wall, “where we come from, sex is very much a private, personal thing between two consenting adults.” 

“Well, a personal thing between consenting adults of any number,” Amber corrected with a shrug.

“ Still , my point is that I’m worried you’re going to offend people if you are so … uncaring about it,” Tawna finished, looking at Bolt.

Bolt frowned. “Hey, just because I like sex doesn’t mean I don’t care. I genuinely care about everyone I’m with, and I always make sure they’re satisfied sexually and emotionally.”

“Still,” Tawna said, her mouth set in a firm line. “Is there any way you can tone it down?”

“I believe she means like a nuisance clause,” Zoe explained, leaning towards Bolt.

Bolt nodded. “Oh! Okay, yeah, that makes sense. If that makes you all more comfortable, of course I’d be glad to help.”

“What’s a nuisance clause?” Coco asked, curiosity clear in her voice as she looked over at Zoe.

“Well, not every Realm is as open to sex, but it’s still his job ,” Zoe explained. “So a nuisance clause is a set of rules for Bolt that boil down to allowing him to do his business of pleasing others, as long as it isn’t a nuisance for those not involved.”

“Oh, that actually makes a lot of sense,” Tawna said with a relieved smile. “If we could work out something like that, I’d be okay with it.” 

“Same,” Coco said, as Amber nodded her assent.

“I can definitely do that,” Bolt said with a nod. “I want all of you to feel right at home here.”

“Good,” said Zoe with a wide grin. “In that case, I’m going to get out of here and see if Krystal needs any help. You should discuss just what this nuisance clause is going to mean.”

Bolt nodded. “Yeah, we can do that. See you soon.”

Zoe smiled before waving her wand and disappearing.

“So, um, can you not have sex in public areas?” Tawna asked, standing up straight. “And when you are doing things, just lock your door?”

“Also, please wear pants,” Coco said, still making sure not to look below his waist.

“Yes on the door, no on the pants,” Bolt replied, looking at Tawna and Coco respectively. “Sorry, but they’re incredibly difficult for me to manage with no thumbs.” He held up his clawed thumb-less hands for emphasis. “They also tend to just get in the way for me.”

“Well, can you at least put the dicks away?” Amber asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bolt nodded. “They’re already gone, see? Dragon dicks aren’t really obvious unless I’m using them.”

Coco took a closer look at Bolt, noticing that all there was of his genitals was a small, almost unnoticeable slit in his crotch, where his cocks were just finishing receding into. “Okay, then, yeah, that’s fine.”

“So, since we’re talking about it,” Bolt said, leaning back on his bed, “Any of you girls interested? I can show you why this is my job.”

Coco blushed, Tawna blushed harder and shook her head, and Amber firmly said, “No. And please, don’t ask anyone else. We’ve all been through a lot, don’t make anyone think that they owe you sex for shelter.”

Bolt sat up straight, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s not what I meant at all. But I can see how it would come off that way … I won’t ask anyone. But, if they ask me , I’m not going to say no, either. I’m a pervert, but I’m not a jerkbag.”

Amber nodded. “That’s fair.”

“So, uh, was that all you had to talk about?” Bolt asked, sitting up slightly.

“Actually, I just wanted to know if there’s an outlet anywhere?” Coco asked, twisting her fingers together anxiously.

“Uh, no, I don’t have any outlets,” Bolt replied, shaking his head. 

“...how?” Coco asked, confusion evident on her face.

“I don’t really have anything that needs them,” Bolt said with a shrug. “Why?”

“I just – I wanted to charge my laptop,” Coco replied, her shoulder slumping.

Bolt tilted his head to the side and asked, “What’s a laptop?”

“It’s … it’s my computer,” Coco said, then her eyes widened as a thought struck her. “Oh, please tell me that you have wi-fi here.”

Bolt shook his head. “Sorry. I really don’t spend much time here.”

Coco sighed. “It’s fine. That’s fine. It’s not like it matters if I can’t get electricity to power the laptop.”

“Oh, that’s all you need?” Bolt asked, grinning. “I can help if you show it to me.”

Coco gave him a confused look before walking out of the room, motioning for him to follow her to her bedroom, where she grabbed the discarded laptop from where it sat on her bed frame. “This,” she said, holding out the plug. “I need to charge it so I can use it.”

Bolt nodded as he took the plug from her, considering it, before he stuck it in his mouth.

“Um, what?” Coco asked, eyes wide.

Tawna and Amber stood at the doorway to the bedroom and exchanged a wary look.

“Electrical breath,” Bolt explained around the cable. “Just gotta focus …” He ensured his breath was even, and a low, steady charge was funneled into the cable. The light on the cable flicked on, indicating that it was receiving a steady amount of power. 

“ Thank you!” Coco said, leaning over to throw her arms around Bolt’s neck in a grateful hug. “I still need to figure out wi-fi, but this is better than nothing.”

“Maybe those fairies can help?” Tawna suggested, leaning into the room.

Bolt nodded in agreement, keeping the cable clamped between his jaws and the steady current flowing.

“So, while we’re waiting for that,” Tawna said, crossing the room to sit on the bed beside Coco. “Bolt, tell me more about this breeder thing. How exactly do you end up in a job like that?”

“Well, being born with two dicks helps,” Bolt replied with a slight gin.

“Oh, so that’s not all dragons?” Amber asked from her spot leaning against the doorframe.

“Nah, it’s no more than a few every generation,” he said, looking over at her. “It showed the dragon elders that I was inclined towards being a breeder, but ultimately, I had the same opportunity to choose that every dragon did. I was actually considering being a magic crafter, but I realized I feel much more fulfilled making sure other people are happy than messing around creating new spells or improving old ones.”

“That’s sweet,” Tawna said with a smile.

A thud suddenly sounded from downstairs, and Bolt glanced towards the doorway. “That should be Zoe and Krystal,” he said, dropping the cord from his mouth and heading out the door. “I can finish charging that thing for you another time.”

The sound was Zoe, dropping a sack full of food onto the kitchen floor. She waved her wand to pull the foods out of the bag and place them on the vast counters, setting up a buffet of dishes from all over the realms – pasta from Sunny Vista, brisket from Dry Canyon, gumbo from Terrace Village, and so on. Krystal was with her, using her wand to float appliances, mattresses, and bundles of toiletries all over the house.

“That’s quite a spread,” Bolt said, walking towards the buffet and ducking under a floating mattress. “That’s impressive.”

Zoe turned to him and smiled. “It’s amazing what you can do with magic and gems.”

“Speaking of,” Bolt said, gesturing to the girls behind him with his tail, “These girls were asking about outlets? You didn’t add any, did you?”

“Well, just for the appliances Krystal got,” Zoe said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder to point to one of them, “but it would make sense your guests would want some in their rooms. It’ll take a little more magic finesse, but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

“Great,” Bolt replied, grinning. “And, uh, what about wifi? How do I get that?”

Krystal paused her movements, giving Bolt an odd look. “ You want wifi? What’s next, you’ll want a TV?”

Bolt shrugged. “Sure, if you think they’ll like having a TV. And I have no idea how wifi works, just that I don’t have it.”

“It’s going to cost you just a few more gems,” Zoe said, nodding. “And we’ll definitely pick up a TV for you.”

“Yeah, not everyone is going to be able to relax your way,” Krystal said, giggling knowingly. “That’s not really hard, though. We can handle it after we finish with all this and eat some food.”

“Speaking of,” Zoe said, glancing back at the food, “should we move this out to the yard so it’s easier for everyone to grab some?”

“I’ll go get everyone,” Bolt said. He glanced towards the bandicoot girls behind him, and asked, “Do you want to come? You can just start eating, if you want.”

“I can help. I’ll start knocking on doors at the far end, if you take the near end,” Coco said. “Sound good?”

“Sure,” Bolt replied, heading off to let people know about the food. 

The first few doors he knocked on had no response. He could see Coco down the hall, talking to a cute possum girl, but he couldn’t seem to find anyone. He only realized why he had no responses at the fourth door, finding four bandicoot girls all hanging out together, the same girls who’d asked for rooms close to each other. It seemed they’d gotten their wish.

“Hey!” the green haired one said with a wide grin. “Good to see you again!”

“You too,” Bolt replied with an amiable smile. “Glad to see you managed to get rooms together.”

“Yeah, thanks again for letting us stay with you,” she replied, clasping her hands together. “My name is Ami, by the way. And this is Isabelle, Megumi, and Liz.” She gestured to the blonde, the girl with blue space buns, and the girl with black hair, respectively.

“Nice to meet you all,” he replied, nodding. “I’m Bolt, but, uh, you probably knew that already. Anyways, I’m here because dinner is ready, and I’m sure you’re all hungry.”

“ Starving ,” Isabelle said, walking towards the door. “Where’s the food?”

“Out on the yard,” Bolt said, gesturing with his tail. “Just … down the stairs, out the main door. Hard to miss.”

The four girls filed out of the room past Bolt, giving him appreciative smiles and waves as they did.

The final door Bolt arrived at was the bedroom of a cute, short, curvy panda girl. She had black hair tied back in a ponytail, and an adorable short stack frame with DDD breasts.

“Hey,” Bolt said, grinning. “Dinner is ready. Want to come to the yard with me to grab some?”

“Sure!” she said, giving him such a cute smile. As they headed down the hall towards the yard, they talked.

“So, how are you feeling, being here?” Bolt asked, keeping pace with her as they walked.

“Oh, the room is great, and you’re so nice for letting us all stay,” she replied, smiling at him. “My name is Yaya, by the way. Yaya Panda.”

“Bolt,” he introduced himself, bowing his head. “Uh, the Dragon.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, Bolt the Dragon,” she said, giving a little mock curtsy. “Your hospitality is much appreciated.”

“It’s really not a problem,” he said, grinning. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable here? I could – I could make sure your bed is soft enough.” He’d almost offered his dicks, out of pure habit. The bed excuse just sounded lame, even as he said it, but Yaya only smiled.

“No, I’m good,” she said, a lightness in her voice and her step. “I’m really looking forward to dinner, though!”

They headed out to the yard, and found that Zoe’s magic had created a large dining table, one big enough for everyone , as buffet tables nearby displayed all the food. The head of the dining table had been left empty for him.

He headed through the buffet line and took his seat, then noticed all eyes on him. He stood on the chair and cleared his throat before saying, “Welcome to my home. Um … I’m not great at speeches, but I’m going to try my best here. I know you guys went through a lot, and I want to help.”

“Thank you!” Coco piped up, raising up her head to be heard better. “You are helping!”

“I know opening my home up to you guys is a start,” Bolt continued, glancing around at his audience, “but I lived alone before, so it may not have everything you need yet. But that’s okay – we’ll fix that. If there’s something you need, just let me know. If you want to talk about anything, let me know. If you want to add some furniture or something, let me know. Basically, if you need me for something, anything at all, please just let me know. My room is at the top of the stairs. And if I’m not out and about, I’ll probably be there. If my door is closed, just knock first and wait a bit. That’s all I ask.”

The rest of the crowd broke into scattered applause and cheers, before everyone dug in to eat and enjoy the food. Coco smiled to herself. It was nice to see that he was already making a real effort. Maybe she’d been a bit harsh on him before about his job … she’d have to apologize later.

Bolt looked around the banquet, finally noticing just how many cute girls were there. But he made himself take a deep breath and remember the nuisance clause. He focused on enjoying every single bite so he wouldn’t be tempted to offer himself to all the girls.

He hadn’t had kebabs from Haunted Tomb in a while. It was delicious, and he let himself enjoy the spices melting over his mouth and making him feel so warm from the inside. As he ate, he heartily enjoyed the food, and enjoyed the sounds of people talking around him.

“‘Scuse me, can ya pass that spare napkin there?” a voice from his left asked. Bolt turned to see the cute possum girl from earlier smiling at him, and he nodded as he handed over the napkin.

“Enjoying the food?” he asked, leaning over to be heard over the crowd.

“Oh, fer sure!” she replied, pushing herself into the seat beside Bolt. She wiped her mouth with the napkin before continuing, “Most folks wouldn’t open up their home like this. Yer a real peach.”

“I don’t know about that,” Bolt said with a smile. “I’m just doing what’s right.”

“Well, it’s mighty fine to meet ya, anyways,” she said, her tail curling around the chair idly. “My name’s Pasadena Possum. This brisket is damn good, is this what food’s always like on yer island?”

“There’s a bunch of Realms, not so much an island,” Bolt explained, spreading his claws wide to gesture. “And yeah, that brisket’s just some of the best from Dry Canyon. I can take you to visit there sometime, if you’d like.”

“Oh, yes, please!” Pasadena said, her ears perking up in delight. “That sounds like fun!”

Bolt chatted with Pasadena, and Amber, sitting on the other side of him, as the meal continued on. The massive amount of food that the fairies had gotten slowly disappeared as the refugees filled their bellies and eased their worries. When the buffet table was emptied, it was time to clean up.

Most people headed back to their rooms to enjoy sleeping on a real bed instead of part of a raft. Bolt made multiple trips into the kitchen to bring plates to the sink, carrying each one with his mouth. He never used dishes normally, so he wasn’t used to cleaning them – but he was hosting now, and a good host cleaned up after his guests.

Yaya, Tawna, and Amber stayed to help out, which he appreciated. It was much easier for them to grab the plates with actual hands .

The time was going to go by much quicker with help, and Bolt was free to let his mind wander, figure out what to do with the rest of his night. 

The answer came as a red dragonfly suddenly flitted in front of his face. “Message for Bolt!” it chirped.

“I’m Bolt,” he said, raising his tail up to his face so the insect could rest on it. “What is it?”

“Miss Sheila of Fractured Hills requests your company tonight!” the dragonfly replied, perching on Bolt’s tail as it spoke. 

Bolt grinned. Well, that decided what he would be doing for the night. “Tell her I’ll be there.”

As the dragonfly zipped away, Bolt turned to see Tawna giving him an odd look. “Were you talking to a bug?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied with a nod. “Messenger dragonfly.”

“Messenger dragonfly?” she repeated, her brow furrowing.

“It’s how we send messages quickly around the Realms,” Bolt explained, smiling. “The dragonflies are zippy little guys, and they’re happy to help.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of cell phones?” Tawna asked, a confused look on her face.

“No?” Bolt replied, cocking his head to the side.

Nearby, Amber broke out laughing. “Oh, please tell this to Coco later. Her reaction is going to be great .”

“Well, anyways,” Bolt said, raising his voice slightly so that all the girls nearby could hear him, “I’m heading out to Fractured Hills. Do any of you want to come with me?”

“What’s Fractured Hills?” Yaya asked curiously, her whole body seeming to perk up in excitement.

“It’s a pretty nice place where the fauns and satyrs live,” Bolt explained, head tilting to the side as he tried to describe it. “They love music and dancing, so it’s kind of a nonstop party. I’ve got a … request there, but I figured if any of you like music, you might want to tag along.”

“ Please ,” Tawna replied, grasping her hands together in delight at the idea. “I’d love to stretch my legs for a while! There wasn’t much room to move around on the raft.”

“That sounds like fun!” Yaya added, giving a happy little jump. “I’ll go too!”

“Well, then, come on,” Bolt said with a grin, leading them across the fields of Midday Gardens to the portal that would lead them to Fractured Hills. They first stepped through to Autumn Plains, a cozy area with colorful leaves on the trees and a crispness in the air that Bolt always loved. He didn’t stay to enjoy it long, though, instead leading the girls to the next portal to Fractured Hills. It was just a quick step through the arch, and they were there.

The girls could see a large meadow lit only by moonlight and an occasional candle. The meadow was surrounded by ancient buildings and temples, some crumbled with age, some standing strong. The air was full of the sweet scent of flowers and the ringing sound of music. At one edge of the meadow, a group of a dozen satyrs danced to music played by three fauns on pan pipes and a lyre.

One of the satyrs, a young one with brown hair and horns, waved to the group at the portal, gesturing for them to come and join the party.

“Oh, this is so cool!” Tawna exclaimed, running to join the dancing crowd. She let her inhibitions melt away as she danced and enjoyed the music.

Amber and Yaya followed her, and soon, the three were enjoying dancing, drinking, and partying with the fauns and satyrs.

Bolt danced as well as he could, which was fairly well despite being on four legs instead of two. It was mostly a lot of bouncing and kicking out both legs on one side of his body before bouncing back and repeating the motion with the other side, all in time with the music. He shimmied from head to tail while flapping his wings, getting lost in the beat. Pretty soon, he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He turned his head to see a blue faun with wide hips, thick thighs, and D-cup breasts. Her black hair hung in two braids against her head, parted by her curved horns, framing her black eyes. “Hey,” she said, her voice monotone.

“Hey, Sheila,” Bolt replied with a grin. “I got your dragonfly.”

“Okay, good,” she said. “Let’s get out of here, short stuff. There’s too much noise.” She turned on her hoof and left the party heading to her house nearby, a large stone building with the curtains drawn tightly shut on all the windows.

Sheila headed to her house, Bolt following close behind her. She didn’t look at him as she walked inside and headed to her library, a wooden room with a few bookshelves and a large wooden chair with a plush pillow on the seat. Sheila chose a book and sat in the chair, the only sign that she was even aware Bolt was with her being that she spread her legs apart, showing no underwear beneath her short purple dress.

Bolt smiled. He was used to Sheila’s gruff attitude, the way she barely spoke to anyone. She wanted peace and quiet, even when she was getting fucked – and he knew that’s why he was there. She wasn’t interested in the book, unless she’d suddenly gained the ability to read upside down. She may not have looked at Bolt, but he definitely had her attention. He’d been with the faun a number of times, and he knew that she was never interested in talking or “hanging out” or anything like that. Just get in, make her cum, and get out.

However, Bolt liked to take his time with his job. He knew that a quick fuck wasn’t really enough to satisfy the stoic faun. He’d tried that once, just satisfying her based on what she’d literally asked for, and she’d grabbed him by the horns and forced him to eat her out till she came four more times.

Not that he minded being handled like that, but he wanted to make her happy. And if he could manage to get a moan or a smile out of her while he did, all the better. So he crouched down in front of the chair, his face level with her exposed pussy, but he didn’t go for her sweet spots right away. Instead, he turned his head and kissed the inside of her right knee, a soft kiss, before trailing a line of kisses up her thigh. Before reaching her pussy, he slipped out his tongue and dragged it along the length of her leg, feeling the muscle twitch slightly below his touch.

He could see her pussy starting to drip slick as he turned his head and repeated his ministrations on her other leg. As he kissed along her left leg, her right leg lifted, hoof hooking carefully around the back of his head, and pulled him close, guiding him to press his snout right up against her pussy.

Bolt smirked against her slick folds. So she was eager. He let his tongue slip out, just slightly, just enough to tease the folds apart without dipping inside them. He pursed his lips, giving her pussy soft kisses.

When he felt her hips lift off the seat, just a tad, he gave in and slid his tongue inside her, pushing the long muscle deep into her, swirling it around to stimulate all the walls of her pussy at once. He tasted her slick, tangy and musky, and coiled his tongue inside her so he could fuck her with the bulk of it while slipping out just the tip to circle back and flick at her clit.

Sheila’s leg around his head tightened, brushing against his horns and pulling him in closer. His snout was full of her scent, and he couldn’t catch his breath – but he wasn’t going to let a silly little thing like breathing stop him from enjoying this delicious pussy and pleasing the faun that needed him. He wriggled his tongue, the entire length undulating inside her, around her clit, until she came, her walls pulsing and her pussy dripping even more of her slick onto his eager tongue.

He licked along her pussy walls, teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, and didn’t stop moving, licking her throughout her orgasm. She breathed heavily, her legs shaking as she quickly came a second time, her body not letting her have a rest in between. As Bolt licked her clit again, Sheila finally dropped her leg from around him and bucked up her hips against his mouth.

He kept licking her, eating her out till she was fully done with her orgasm, and then leaned back to take a deep breath of his own. He sat back on his hind legs, watching Sheila, seeing how she was feeling – because he knew she wasn’t going to tell him with words. She just wasn’t like that.

She was gripping her book, still upside down, a little bit tighter. Her chest was heaving as she breathed heavily, and her cheeks were slightly flushed beneath her fur. She flicked her gaze up at him, over the top of the book, and spread her legs open wider, an invitation for him to do even more with her.

Bolt grinned and climbed onto the chair with her, resting his forelegs against the back, on either side of her head. She wordlessly lifted her own legs and settled them on either side of Bolt’s back legs, letting his cocks rest between them, up against her still-dripping, still sensitive pussy. She stubbornly kept the book in front of her face, even though it was clear she wasn’t reading a word.

“You know, I’m fine with you not talking, but I would like to look at you while I fuck you,” Bolt murmured as he pushed his hips forward slightly, his cocks rubbing against her. The lower cock was the one aligned with her pussy, the upper rubbing up against her dress.

“Just want to read,” Sheila muttered in reply, not looking at him. “I don’t care what you’re doing.”

This was a lie, and they both knew it, but Bolt dropped the subject. He slipped his tail between his legs, grabbing his lower cock to steady it as he drove his hips forward again, Sheila’s pussy just starting to open up for his cock. He could feel her lower lips just slightly parted, but not enough to let him in.

He thrust again, enjoying the feeling of her dress rubbing against his upper cock as it slid against her body. The fabric was smooth and cool against his shaft, a pleasurable feeling that was going to enhance the experience once he could get his other cock inside her. Another thrust, and he pushed forward hard , his lower cock sliding inside Sheila’s pussy.

She let out a soft groan before biting her lip to silence herself, her hands gripping the book tight. Bolt smiled as he slowly began to fuck her, moving himself in and out of her at a torturously slow pace, so that he could slide just a bit deeper into her each time. Every inch had his cock surrounded by more tight, slick heat, and he leaned his head forward slightly to focus on the sensation, his horns knocking against the book she held.

He felt his medial ring brushing against her pussy lips, and then sinking inside her as her pussy clenched around him in another orgasm. The sudden tightness around him had him groaning and pushing forward more, sinking another few inches in all at once, until he hit the back of her womb. 

Sheila moaned softly, her grip on the book finally loosening. Bolt took the opportunity to push her hands down, expose her face, and kiss her deeply as he fucked her. His tongue slid inside her mouth, coiling around her tongue, as his body rocked against hers, filling up her pussy. She lifted her hips off the chair, meeting his every thrust as her body tried to get just even one more inch inside her.

She dropped the book altogether, letting it fall onto her chest, as her hands reached to grab Bolt’s horns, holding him tight. She held his head down so his face was against hers, kissing her, their tongues entwining, sucking back and forth as their bodies moved together. She moaned into his mouth as she came again, her body trembling against his as she soaked his cock with her juices.

Bolt let his tail slide along Sheila’s leg, stroking her softly before coiling around one leg and holding her tight. He used the leverage to pull his hips even closer against her body, fuck her a bit deeper. In response, Sheila moaned again, this time letting him hear the sound.

One hand fell from his horn and slid between their bodies, stroking his upper cock. He twitched his cock against her soft hand, enjoying the extra stimulation as she moved her hand in time with his thrusts into her pussy. He groaned and dropped his head forward, burying his snout in the crook of her neck as he kissed her hard there, fangs scraping against her furred skin.

Sheila’s pussy clenched again, and she cried out, “ Bolt! ” Both his cocks throbbed at the sound, the rarest of gifts that his friend could have given him as he fucked her and pleasured her.

Bolt could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm approaching, and switched to short, rapid thrusts, each one grinding against Sheila’s clit to bring her to another quick orgasm. When he felt her tight around him again, her whimpered moans against his lips, he started to fuck her fully and hard, slamming his cock into her each time, bashing against her womb as she came again and again, so much he could barely tell when one orgasm ended and another started.

He came as well, claws digging into the chair as he felt his balls emptying into her, coating her insides white. He thrust forward once, twice more as he came, ensuring that his cum was pushed deep inside her. His upper cock twitched and dripped precum on her dress as he came from the lower one, all of his balls ready to be emptied.

Panting hard, he pulled back from Sheila, letting her rest on the chair as he stood back on the ground, his cocks bobbing before him. He looked her over, noting her happy, dazed smile, and the trickle of cum running on her blue-furred thigh. He frowned when he saw her dress, rumpled and stained with precum.

“I’m sorry about your dress,” he said, frowning.

She shrugged. “It’s fine. It’s a dress.”

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, rolling his head to stretch out his neck. “I can be yours for a while longer.”

Sheila shook her head, still panting slightly. “Nah. You know I’m good now.” As Bolt turned to leave, though, she suddenly asked, “So, who were those people you were with? I didn’t recognize them.”

“Oh, they’re not from the Dragon Realms,” Bolt explained, before launching into the bizarre story of how his day had gone so far. Sheila’s eyebrows kept raising higher in disbelief as she listened, but otherwise, she betrayed no reaction.

“Weird,” she said, glancing away from him. “Whatever, go back and hang out with them. I’ll send a dragonfly when I need you again.”

Bolt left the house and took a deep breath outside, smelling the sweet night air and enjoying the sound of music nearby. He stood there while his cocks softened and returned to his sheath, relaxing in the fresh night air and taking deep breaths to calm himself, make them go back in just slightly faster. When the cocks were away, he headed back towards the music and the party.

Sure, he was allowed to have his cocks out in this realm, but he was respecting the nuisance clause of his guests. No cocks out where they could see, unless they asked.

When he approached the party again, Tawna happened to catch his eye. She made her way through the crowd to him, her T-shirt sticking close to her breasts with the sweat she’d worked up from dancing. “Hey!” she said with a smile. “Have fun with your friend?”

“Oh, yeah,” Bolt replied, nodding. “How are you doing?”

“This is super great,” she said, giving a soft sigh, “but I’m getting a bit tired. I’m thinking it’s time to head back and get some sleep.”

“Yeah, that’s not a problem,” Bolt said with a smile. “I’ll go grab Yaya and Amber if you want to meet us by the portal. It’s over that way, remember.”

He wove his way through the dancing crowd till he found the two at the edge of the mob, sitting on a stone bench. Yaya was lying on her back, staring up at the sky, while Amber gently petted her hair. 

“Hey, you two,” he said as he approached. “How are you doing?”

“Not good,” Yaya replied, her voice weak as she attempted to lift her head. “Drinks here are strong .”

“She’s a bit drunk,” Amber explained, looking at Bolt. “I’ve been watching her, so I know she’s going to be fine, but I think we should head back as soon as possible and let her sleep it off.”

“Yeah, Tawna just asked to go, too,” Bolt said, glancing at the panda. “Yaya, can you walk?”

“When the world stops spinning,” she replied, not lifting up her head this time. 

Bolt frowned before looking at Amber. “Can you help her get on my back? I’ll carry her.”

“Sure,” Amber replied, gently moving her arms beneath the panda girl to lift her. Bolt wrapped his tail around her feet to guide her onto her stomach on his back, where she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck to cling to him.

“Let’s go,” Bolt said, once he was sure that Yaya was safely situated on his back. He walked around the dancing crowd towards the portal, where Tawna was already waiting. She frowned when she saw Yaya.

“What happened?” Tawna asked, concerned as she watched Yaya cling to Bolt tightly.

“Strong drinks,” Amber replied with a shrug.

Bolt let the bandicoot girls talk as he led them through the two portals needed to head back to Midday Gardens. Amber and Tawna went off to the bedrooms as he brought Yaya to her room, where her bed frame now had a soft mattress and blankets for her. With the help of his tail, he got her into the bed, and pulled the blankets over her.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said gently, his tail tucking in the blanket around her. “I’m sorry your first night here ended like this.”

“Don’t be,” Yaya said with a wide smile. “I had so much fun.”

Bolt smiled as he went off and gently closed her door, heading up to his own room. He passed by Tawna and Amber standing in the hall still, outside Tawna’s bedroom, talking in a low voice, and gave them a nod as he passed.

“So, what do you really think of him?” Amber asked when Bolt was out of earshot. “Hot, right?”

“Well … yeah, kind of,” Tawna replied, leaning close. “But that doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’m going to go jump in bed with him.”

“I might,” Amber said, shrugging. “He’s strong, got two dicks, and he was super sweet with Yaya. Plus, he’s a professional at sex, so you know he’s gotta be fantastic at it. What’s not to like there?”

“I just don’t want to get involved with anything,” Tawna said, leaning against the doorframe. “I mean, we’ve lost our home, and I’m just getting over that messy breakup with Pinstripe …”

“Yeah, what was with that? ” Amber asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, he’s a bad guy in this dimension, right?”

“Better conversationalist than Crash,” Tawna replied, before smirking and adding, “... and a prehensile tail.”

Amber laughed. “Yeah, fair enough. But if those are your qualifications, Bolt definitely fits the bill.”

“True, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea to get involved right now,” Tawna said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Besides, I don’t think he’s that great.”

Amber gave her a teasing smile. “Yeah you do. Come on, you literally cannot lie to yourself.”

“Shut up,” Tawna said, smiling and rolling her eyes. “I should go to bed.”

“Me too,” Amber said. “I’ve got a date with my hand and some thoughts of hot dragon dick.” She made a lewd gesture with her hands to emphasize.

Tawna shook her head, laughing slightly as she slipped into her bedroom. Amber winked at her before heading into her own room.

While the others were out, Coco had decided to retire to her room and enjoy some glorious alone time with her charged laptop. Krystal had set her up with internet access, and she’d missed the ability to browse the internet and feel connected to the world, but more than that, she missed the opportunity to just be completely and totally alone . The raft didn’t have any opportunities for personal time, after all.

After she had checked her email, she shut off the computer, letting it rest for the night, as she looked around the room for any change of clothing. The closet had a few basic outfits in her size – thanks again to Krystal – including a soft white nightgown that felt great against her tired body. She changed and laid down on her bed. Her mind drifted, thinking of all the things that had happened that day – from waking up with the ocean sun beating down on her to ending up here, in a private room in a cave house with a very comfortable bed.

And the people in this new land! Fairies and dragons! She knew magical creatures existed, but she hadn’t had the chance to spend much time around them before, so this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for her. Bolt was definitely an interesting one – he reminded her a little bit of Crash, actually. Kind of dumb, but well meaning.

The big difference, though, was that Crash was a hero , and Bolt … was a breeder, or whatever he’d called it. Her brother saved the world on a regular basis, while it seemed like the most Bolt had ever done was let some fairies expand his house to take them in. But at the same time … if Crash had never been captured by Cortex, he would’ve just enjoyed a simple life, too. It’s not like he sought out heroing – he just stepped up when the world needed him.

Just like Bolt did, and now, Coco and her friends had a safe and warm place to sleep. Maybe he hadn’t saved the world, but that didn’t change the size of his heart. He’d saved her .

Besides, wasn’t this breeder thing a good job for someone with a caring heart? Zoe had explained it as providing affection and companionship for anyone, so that really wasn’t just … sex. He wasn’t just laying around doing nothing. He was helping people all the time, making them happy. He probably did things like have tea with little old ladies and befriend young girls who didn’t really know anyone her own age, just her brother … Yeah. Bolt seemed like he was a pretty good guy after all. Definitely a hero in his own right.

But as she laid in her bed, it was not the time to be thinking about things like that. She shook away all thoughts of Bolt, and definitely thoughts of her brother. She was determined to enjoy her time alone without thinking about them. 

Coco slid her hands along her body, feeling her breasts, her hips, her thighs where the nightgown rested. She grabbed the hem of the soft garment, lifting it up and exposing her pussy to the cool night air. She never slept with underwear on, as a personal preference, so there was no barrier to stop her fingers from brushing against her folds and making her shiver.

She slowly stroked her slit till she felt her fingertips slip inside and press up against her clit. She circled the small nub a few times until the need growing deep inside her became too much to ignore, and she sank two fingers into her pussy, letting out a small satisfied groan as she did. She crooked her fingers to rub against her G-spot before she fell into a rhythm of pumping them in and out of herself, working herself up to what should have been a quick orgasm.

She moaned softly as her hand moved faster, so close to that orgasm as she imagined herself being fucked and used and stretched, just a few more seconds and then – Bolt entered her mind, the sight of his cocks out when she’d been in his bedroom earlier. The feeling in her pussy suddenly spiked and then faded away, her orgasm denied. Her body just wasn’t feeling it.

Coco sat up in frustration, her hands balling the sheets beneath her. She ground her teeth together, her hips unconsciously moving to grind her against the mattress, but then, she took a deep breath and calmed. 

She’d been rude to Bolt earlier, and he’d turned out to be a good guy. She needed to apologize to him. And, based on the sounds she heard from the hallway, the group that had gone out was back – so she was sure that Bolt was back, too.

She got out of bed, smoothing down the nightgown and licking her fingers clean of her juices to hide the evidence of what she’d been doing, before she headed down the hallway to Bolt’s bedroom.

The door was shut, which she appreciated, and so she knocked. Even if he was naked when he answered, she really needed to say this.

Bolt answered the door a moment later, swinging it open and giving her a smile. “Oh, hi there. How can I help you?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Coco asked, giving a nervous smile in return.

Bolt nodded, opening the door wider and letting her enter. She walked inside and faced him, twisting her hands behind her back.

“So, um, earlier, when we were talking to you about your job,” Coco said, lacing her fingers together, “I was … kind of harsh about it. And I wanted to apologize for that. Just because your job is different, doesn’t mean I should judge it.”

“Oh,” Bolt said, his tail lashing behind him as he felt a little awkward, unsure what to say. “Um, thank you.” He was silent for a long moment longer before quickly adding, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, though.”

Coco shook her head. “At the end of the day, this is still your home. We shouldn’t be telling you what to do.”

“You didn’t,” Bolt replied. He subtly shifted his weight from one side to the other, the heavy awkwardness of the moment making him unable to stay still. “You asked. It’s okay, really.” He glanced up, as if that might help him think of something else to say. “So, uh, is there anything else that I can help you with?”

“No,” she replied, smiling softly. “I just wanted to be sure to say that. And, again, thank you for letting us all stay here. You’re a lifesaver.”

She leaned forward then and hugged him, her arms around his neck as her chest pressed against the side of his head. He moved his tail around her to return the hug until she pulled away. She waved goodbye as she left the bedroom and headed back to her room.

Coco shut her bedroom door behind her before getting back into the bed. Now that her difficult conversation was handled, she could handle herself before falling asleep. No thoughts of Bolt or anyone else getting in the way.

She slid her hand back down between her legs, already playing at her pussy. She was still slightly wet, so she was able to slip one finger inside herself already, feeling her slick walls and rubbing her slick more against her folds, enjoying just the feeling of carnal pleasure.

She didn’t need to think about anyone. She didn’t need to imagine a sex situation. The physical pleasure her own hand could provide was enough for her.

Her mind began to wander as she thrust that one finger in and out of herself, as her thumb rubbed her clit. She realized that in her haste to talk to Bolt, she’d ended up in his bedroom without any underwear on … and her pussy still wet. 

How well could dragons smell? Could he tell that she was like that? Was he just faking being polite because he thought that she actually wanted something … something else?

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she slid a second finger into herself, her mind still going.

What if Bolt had noticed? How was she going to face him the next day knowing she’d been so exposed to him? He hugged her with his tail, but he could have easily taken that tail and lifted up her nightgown … slipped the tail between her legs where her hand was at that moment … and he’d –

Coco clamped her legs together around her hand, but her fingers continued to wriggle and her hips rocked into her touch. She tried to tear her thoughts away from Bolt, but she couldn’t help but think about him, and his tail entering her pussy, spreading her open for his cocks …

Would he push her onto that cloud bed of his and climb on top of her, pin her down and push one – or both! – of his cocks inside her? No, no, he seemed too nice for that. He’d kiss her, gently, he’d touch her with his hands and his tail, making her want .

Coco had nothing against interspecies relationships, but she’d never considered herself with a reptile before. She’d never considered herself being with anyone before. She had her hand, and she had her laptop. She never needed anything else.

But her mind kept flooding her with images of being in Bolt’s arms, of being in his embrace, of being in his bed . She crooked her fingers inside herself, pressing against her G-spot, as she pictured what it might be like to … fellate Bolt’s cocks.

Her imagination was disjointed images, all manner of things that definitely weren’t going to happen, but her mind just kept going, showing her a world in which she would have one cock rubbing her pussy while the other pressed against her ass, where she could take two dicks down her throat with pride, where she could even be knotted to thick dragon cock …

Coco’s hips moved faster, rocking up against her hand, as her thumb practically vibrated, rubbing over her clit. She was panting, the lewd images in her mind coming faster and faster as she fucked herself with her fingers, chasing that release that was almost there, almost there, all she needed was – “Fuck, Bolt! ”

Her orgasm washed over her, making her whole body shudder and tremble like waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. She drew her hand out from between her legs and relaxed in a boneless heap on the mattress. She was finally satisfied, and that meant sleep was going to come quickly.

Her last conscious thought before she drifted off was hoping that the stone wall between her room and Tawna’s was soundproof.