Clancy, Beck, Harrison (Cowboy Dragon, Rancher Dragon, Wrangler Dragon)

"Yeehaw," I saw, whipping my cowboy hat off as I ride the bucking bull at the bar me, Harrison and Beck are at.

Harrison bought out the bar because it's a special occasion. Our divorces are final.

Using dragonclaw talons, we were forced to mate human women, and those women turned out to be spying on us for government money. It took a few years to finally get everything separate, but now things are just how we like it.

Just us and the guys on the ranch.

The basilisks accidentally killed their mates having sex with them, but since those mates were also spies for the government, long ago hollowed out and possessed by demons, it wasn't too much of a tragedy.

The books about us were always a way of glossing over the true tragedies that were happening. Brainwashing. Spying. And most of all, stealing seed from dragons who couldn't consent.

And neural links were used to force the books toward certain endings, so they weren't real at all.

"Ride 'em," Beck says, his tall figure so strong, so muscular. Harrison is next to him, too handsome to be believed.

They both watch me with admiration, a beer in each of their hands.

I'm surprised I'm able to stay on this, given how many beers I've had. But then again, these things aren't designed for dragon strength.

Oh yeah, and all of us are naked.

The bull stops bucking, and I see Harrison has pulled a lever to stop it.

He climbs into the arena, which has an inflatable floor, and Beck comes with him.

I think we're about to have a threesome.

Harrison throws an arm around my neck and then tosses me down, where I bounce up slightly. Then he straddles me, kissing me on the lips, pressing our hardness together.

Beck comes down and behind me, so I'm sandwiched between the two of them. Beck kisses my neck and back while Harrison moves down my chest.

I lay down, and Beck puts my head in his lap, which feels like heaven, while Harrison moves down between my legs. He pulls them apart and shoves inside my asshole, going deep easily, because he's been there so many times.

The three of us are already mated. In just a few thrusts, he makes me come, and comes with me, then he spins me around, making me available to Beck, who thrusts in next. I moan, because he's even bigger. He feels so good.

"Take it, Clancy, just like that," Beck says.

"Not that easy, you mountain dragon."

He just grins, flashing a fang.

He thrusts a little longer, the pain taking me a moment to adjust. But then I come again, and he comes inside me. Gods, I can feel them both mixing inside. We take turns each night at who's the bottom.

Tonight, I'm the lucky one.

When my prostate is twitching, I move back and push them together, and they hold onto each other, kissing.

Finally my chance to watch.

The door to the bar swings open, and I see Diesel, Gunnar and Ajax. Blue and red eyes flashing.

"Room for three more?"

"Hell no," I yell, moving in front of my mates. "We don't want to die like your mates did."

"We told them not to take seed," Gunnar says. "But oh well. We'll just watch them."

The three of them take seats at the bar to watch Beck and Harrison, and I lie back, naked and satiated and relaxed.

Truly, Dragonclaw ranch is going to be different now. A free range with gay dragons and basilisks as far as the eye can see.