Cloud Diving for Dragons

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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Xigfeldo dipped back and forth in front of the portal, though he could not have been said to truly be hesitating. No, he was more the sort of dragon to dive in head-first with his silver-black heritage embodying the very best of both types of dragons. To say that there was nothing he feared in the world would have been an understatement but it was the magic from his silver-side heritage that set him apart, wielding it with more skill than most dragons could even dream of. Of course, the drake did so very often take it on in the sense of pursuing erotic activities but who was he to complain when his skill as so very much higher than that of others?

The dragon licked his lips, a flash of darker pink slipping out in the gleam of his tongue. His wings beat slowly and carefully, hovering in place - something that would have been a challenge for some types of dragons but that which he had mastered long ago. He was, after all, well-known through the land for a reason and was not about to hesitate from taking such pleasure. At such a height, wispy clouds closing in softly around him, the air should have chilled his scales, though he ran colder-blooded, like Svea the hydra, than most and did not feel it with his natural immunity. Being homothermal, ultimately, had its perks for Xigfeldo at the very least.

The air on the other side of the glittering, fragmented portal heralded more, however, and called him onward, and it was with a throaty chuckle that Xigfeldo dove through, folding his wings tightly down to his body and dropping like a stone. It rippled over him, time and space twisting around him, altered with magic to suit his will and needs as he was transported to another universe entirely. One world, after all, could become oh so very boring for a dragon like him and he cried out in child-like relish at the pulsing tease of the portal, transporting him, over his scales, tickling and caressing as if with the tips of a thousand tongues and claws.

Scenes flashed before him, Myrika with some other kind of creature that he did not recognise, a hydra that looked something like Svea, a massive serpent coiled up tightly, a hippogriff wheeling in the sky, a dark-furred marten with the flash of the coy about her, a deer herd in rut, a glorious black and pink bird that seemed to flicker with a strange sort of flame. Yet it was not those places that the portal was taking him, his course set off from that, and he sucked in a breath of frosty, chilled air as he plunged into a new world, blinking in the stark brightness of sunshine that not even he had been expecting.

It was a new world, something like his mountains in the dead of winter, though he was perfectly suited for the cold climate and stretched out his wings as he soared and spiralled, taking in the scenery languidly as if he had not a care in the world. Below him sparkled snow in the glory of the sunshine, so pure and so very perfect that it was all he could do in that moment to resist the urge to plunge into it head-first, testing out the depths of the heightened drifts and swimming through them like water. Snow-diving was a sport in itself and he shivered to delight in it again, the change of the seasons in his home-land whispering for a cooler time, a time where he did spend days sleeping in the sun simply because he could. Although it warmed his scales, it could make him slow and sluggish when he didn't want to be, though that was just the nuisance of having a body. There were things, as was the case with all creatures, that his particular body was good at and not too.

Yet the land was glorious and he relaxed into the cool grasp of it, his lungs expanding to take in even more air, ensuring that he had a full lungful with every breath. There was no time up there for not using his lungs to their fullest extent, a frozen lake stretching out below, cloven hoof markings on the surface where there remained a sprinkling of snow, heralding the crossing of a reindeer herd or similar. The temperature was not high enough up there for it to melt even with the sun on it and he twisted and dipped back and forth with delirious joy, enjoying the caress of the wind and the sky, fresher and crisper than he had had the delight to experience in many months.

Yet it was not so that Xigfeldo was up there in the serene blue of the sky all on his own, eyes watching him as they melded softly with the clouds, the soft, condensed droplets coming together like a treat for the eyes and the senses as another dragon entirely wove and wound through one. He swam through the cloud as if it was water, his long, serpentine body weaving back and forth easily, a long crest of fluff running down his body from the back of his head, though the cloud droplets hardly dampened it in the slightest. He was, after all, one with the land that he loved to explore, even though he was a long way from home up in the mountains, his long, snake-like stomach glistening very slightly with the remnants of ice-crystals from belly-surfing down frozen slopes and lakes.

After all, regardless of which Xigfeldo was in which world, there was always time to play. The Eastern dragon form of Xigfeldo recognised his cousin from another world instantly, his nostrils and eyes protruding curiously from the cloud, but the feral Xigfeldo would have recognised a cheeky mischief glinting there. He could walk on his shorter yet slim and elegant legs if he so chose but often preferred to slide and slither when he was not flying, for what else would a noodle-dragon prefer to do but to snake back and forth through the sky, swimming in it with the buoyancy and luxury that best befitted his species. And now he had someone else to play with too - what luck!

The dragon, to be fair, had been doubled - and the fun between them right along with it.

There remained no sense in concealing himself for any longer as the noodle-bodied Xigfeldo slipped from the cloud right before Xigfeldo's nose, a grin stretching his jaws wide that could be construed in some aggressive fashion. Although he drew himself up short, heart pounding, jaws gaping, all that passed the barrier of Xigfeldo's was a surprised grunt.

"Oh!"

For once, he was drawn up short and caught off-guard, losing a few feet of height as he failed to hover instantly. The lean dragon came right along with him though it took Xigfeldo a moment longer to take in his brightly glittering silver scales in the light of the day. If he saw the other drake in darkness, however, he was sure that there would be a darker, more camouflaging hue to his scales, denoting the heritage of a black dragon too, even if he may no longer have been in a world where the species barriers of dragons were such anymore.

"I didn't think I'd be looking in a mirror up here."

The Eastern drake chuckled, light-hearted and spinning, twirling in place with his crest ruffling lightly in the breeze created by the passage of his body. Xigfeldo tilted his head, though he could not have said just what a mirror was, though he did, of course, understand the manner of a reflection. And the dragon before him was, indeed, a reflection of him - if only his body had been changed just a little. There was something lighter about the other dragon too, even if they were evenly matched when it came to size, perhaps the Eastern dragon stretching out further than Xigfeldo if only due to his heavily extended tail, the tip always in motion.

Xigfeldo blinked, his lisp slowly quirking up into a smile on both sides, though he could not raise a wing-tip in a dragon greeting.

"Well, well, well, maybe there's a reason that the portal brought me here too... Is this where you are from, my dear double?"

The noodle-Xig laughed and cavorted, turning a cartwheel and pivoting on the point of his tail as if to demonstrate his flexibility. Xigfeldo looked on, the slimmer-formed version of himself barely able to hold himself in some bubble of space even in mid-air. It seemed quite as if he tingled with so much vibrant energy up there in the frost of a chilled world that he simply could not keep himself still and quiet, something that boded quite well if he was of the same mind as Xigfeldo himself.

"Oh, no, I come from another land but travelling is so much more entertaining - wouldn't you agree?"

Xigfeldo would have answered Xig but it was hard to do that with the Eastern dragon sweeping around and around him as if he was about to coil him up tight and bundled with his long, sinuous form. Despite his incredibly close proximity to the hovering drake, the Eastern dragon did not brush him even the once, demonstrating shocking control over his own body and awareness of where his body was at any one time. Xigfeldo sucked in a breath, ice clawing at his lungs, though it was a sensation that his body, adapted for the colder climates, was better able to handle, no pain rising forth despite how the sensation could have been for other dragon-types.

"Where have you travelled from them?"

"Oh, all over the place!"

Conversation flowed easily with noodle-Xig, though, to be fair, one could only expect such when one was merely speaking with another version of themselves. It was the first time, however, that Xigfeldo had ever come across another dragon that was him but with its own mind - it certainly wasn't anything like creating copies of himself with Myrika when they were trying to sexually outdo one another!

Where had he been? Oh, it was too easy to talk, the two of them trading stories, though Xigfeldo could not deny being particularly interested in Xig's stories of going underwater (like him, he could easily breathe underwater too, very interesting) and meeting the sea horses. Apparently, they were not all that small and there were some as large as the deer and the unicorns that he was familiar with in the forest, their interests just as keen as that of the dragons. If there was one thing that seemed to connect and link every world that Xigfeldo (and the glorious Eastern dragon too), it was the deriving of and enticement of erotic pleasure, bringing different creatures together in the learning about one another's bodies.

Xigfeldo panted softly, his cloaca spreading very slightly as his shaft tried to slip out, though he was still trying to appear calm and polite, despite how the noodle-dragon, in a strange sort of way, made his scales tingle. Sometimes one's desire was not something that could so easily be explained and he was not about to delve into it until he, later, had the chance to examine such thoughts and emotions, the cool, winding swathes of desire clawing at the pit of his stomach, urging him on. It did not help that his natural arousal and attraction to his other self allowed his oily essence to spill forth, coating his cloaca in a glistening gleam, milky in shade but still something that could be missed if someone did not quite know what they were looking for.

"I... Ah... I'm afraid I find myself a little distracted here."

Xig laughed, his noodle-like body rippling back and forth in mid-air as if it too was made of water and had no formal form and essence. Yet he was just as solid as the drake before him, a twin smirk painting Xigfeldo's muzzle that the Eastern drake would have seen on his own muzzle if he had had the grace of a true reflection of himself. He shook his head, but the softening, sweetening fog did not clear, standing out in stark, musky contrast to the crisp freshness of the air so high above the land.

One of the problems, however, with the dragon before him being a thicker, winged version of himself, was that the drake's scent could not help but tickle at Xig's nostrils. Without thinking, the slim dragon sucked in heady breath after breath, itching with ice-crystals, yet it was all he could do to keep himself airborne as he slunk more keenly than ever around the dragon who gave the appearance of being larger than him, even though they were fairly eagerly matched. Until he was coiled tight with his serpentine body, it was easy to discount a noodle-dragon, though their wiles were tricky to understand and his innate senses of mischief and glee were both things that he had learned to accept long ago.

Oh, he knew what was happening but the slimmer dragon simply did not have the will to deny it, purring softly as he slunk around Xigfeldo, trusting the other dragon to hold his weight. There was a solid comfort to his bulk, to being so up close and personal to a dragon that could support him, and Xigfeldo shuddered bodily beneath his coils, though Xig did not grip hard enough to restrict his breathing in the slightest. No, that was not what he needed as he caught his breath, a lusty shudder running through his entire body, down to the twisting, curling tip of his tail. He needed something far more carnal than a mere tightening, as tight as some parts of his body felt right then and there too.

"I think you know where this is going..."

Xig's eyes sparkled, glancing back at Xigfeldo as he nuzzled around under the drake's tail, seeking out his cloaca, the source of that sweet essence that was like fresh blossoms, more enticing than any headier sense of musk could have ever been, at least to him. There was nothing better than two lustful bodies coming together for their delightful, mutual pleasure and Xigfeldo rumbled a throaty purr in turn, trembling softly as he murmured and nuzzled down what of noodle-Xig's tail was there that he could reach.

"Mm... Well, I haven't tried it airborne for a while..."

Noodle-Xig's eyes gleamed, tongue flickering out against the edge of Xigfeldo's cloaca, teasing and tasting even as his body too released his essence in turn. Yet there was a surprise there, of course, that would swiftly come to be seen...

"I'm sure I can make this a challenge for you then..."

It was difficult for them to get out more words than that as the slender-bodied dragon plunged his muzzle right up to Xigfeldo's cloaca, moaning and slithering his tongue in deep. Although he was searching for the female entrance within, both male and female genitalia tucked within, he spared a moment for the emerging, smooth rise of the dragon's cock. Oh, it was so different to his (and only the one...) but Xig was not about to be picky when it came to that, squirming delightedly as he savoured his double's essence, slurping up every drop of that oil that he could get his tongue on. It would render his senses cloudy and every sexual sensation, nuance and lick of excitement, heightened, the sweet essence mixing with his mind in the most delightful of ways.

Yet it was all as he wanted to be, allowing Xigfeldo's shaft to push out against his nose and taking it into his maw without even thinking about that - it was just that easy. He moaned around the thick length, swelling and shifting lightly to fit his muzzle (mm, that was new), the other dragon's body changing to suit him even as noodle-Xig's eyes rolled back ever so slightly into his head in abject pleasure.

Xigfeldo panted heavily, the scent of himself and, of course, the Eastern dragon's more slowly flowing essence affecting his mind, though he struggled more with holding both of their bodies up at the same time. The noodle-dragon should have been lighter than him but, truly, such bodies held a deceptive air to them, the sky-serpent hissing luxuriously as his need swelled. Xigfeldo, however, could not hover there forever and let the winds caress his wings, taking the shape of the air for his own and gliding, soaring, finding what best suited him in that moment, though a little lightening magic did not go amiss either. He had other things to think about other than staying airborne when it came to noodle-Xig and how the shockingly serpentine dragon had easily slipped around him, things progressing at just the rate that he was used to.

Licking his lips, Xigfeldo could not have known just how much of a treat he was in for as not one but two smooth-skinned shafts slipped out against his lips, the glans defined at the tip where they tapered to a penetrating point. Xigfeldo shuddered bodily, slurping around the base of first one and then the other, though the sweetness of a feminine essence too was present there, heralding his other self's sex as a hermaphrodite too. Whether noodle-Xig preferred to identify either way or no way at all was something that he would have to ask him later but there were some things that could not help but fall by the wayside to make way for more erotic thrills and pleasures. It did not matter to either the slender Eastern dragon or his bulkier other half.

Xigfeldo grunted, need pulsing up, setting the edges of his cloaca alight with tingling heat, his pleasure rising with every passing second. One of noodle-Xig's lengths pressed up to the side of his muzzle, those delicious double-shafts, as he soared, though he was more concerned about taking the other as deeply up into the back of his maw as possible. And, as he'd said, it was not something that the Eastern drake was about to make any easier for him, bobbing his head and flexing his throat as he swallowed repeatedly, gulping down a hefty dose of the dragon's pre-cum along with his oil, eager only to make his job as difficult as possible for him. And yet where was the fun in something if it was not a challenge too? Xigfeldo rumbled a growl, rubbing his muzzle luxuriously against the length of one of the hemipenes. No, he could play dirty at that game too...

Noodle-Xig gasped as a cloud tickled his back, heralding a change in Xigfeldo's course, but he was more concerned with the thick dose of oil painting his muzzle, almost as if the dragon's cunny or even his cloaca was squirting it onto him. Even though he was not trying to get away, there was nothing to stop himself from practically drowning in it, thick globules sliding deliciously down the scales of his muzzle as he moaned and did his very best to lap up every last drop of it. There was no holding back from delirious pleasure as his cocks throbbed, a worming, wriggling tongue delving into his cloaca. It did not differentiate easily between his slick cunny, the entrance begging for attention within him, and his anal passage, tickling between both, bringing a sharp rise of sensation to the slim drake's body that had him panting more hotly than ever.

"Oh... Oh, my..."

Yet his words too were lost in the air as he cried out, orgasm pulling at him, the urgency to breed closing in, lust swamping him. Despite the clarity of the day, there was nothing else for him up there but the body of the other dragon, his world narrowing to one that his lust-addled mind could understand. A dragon's body (or at least ones like theirs) would always scream to breed and be bred, a desire that they were better able to take on for themselves in times of peace: something that they both were very fortunate to be able to relish in.

Closer and closer... Noodle-Xig groaned and gulped down Xigfeldo's single shaft, barely even able to marvel at how perfectly it filled his muzzle. He wanted more, even more than he had for himself at that moment, and yet he could only get what his body had sense enough to take, his tail flicking back and forth where it was not wound around the dragon. Their bodies pressed coolly together as soft ribbons of Xigfeldo's breath teased into the Eastern drake's cunny, tongue driving deep and claiming every last part of him as it curled up a so very sensitive spot of nerves within him. Xig could not help himself as his long body rippled and shuddered, need spiralling up and up and up in such a way as could not possibly be contained.