Hatchday Suit
The air was crisp and cool and the last rumblings of a small thunderstorm faded away in the distance. Trees rustled in the gentle wind, sodden leaves drifting down to settle on the muddy ground. Blue sky was already emerging from between the scattering clouds, promising a dry evening. For Phobos, the weather was perfect.
The red dragon practically bounced home, splashing through the puddles that lined the sides of the roads. His tail snaked behind him, scales snagging on some of the wet leaves as he brushed over them. His feet squished into the wet mud his front garden had turned into, the carefully manicured grass churned into sludge by the heavy downpour and the small rivers that were now running through the foliage.
He pushed open the front door, and was met by an immediate growl from the couch. Omega was sprawled across it, his tail draped over the armrest. His eyes were fixed firmly on Phobos’ feet. “You’ll get mud everywhere like that.”
With a little grumble, Phobos turned and kicked his feet over the welcome mat a few times, working to get the worst of the mud from his scales. Once he, and more importantly, the black dragon on the sofa, was satisfied, he stepped inside fully and closed the front door behind him with his tail.
“It’s stopped raining,” Phobos pointed out as the door closed with a click. His words were joined by a low rumble of thunder, but it was distant and quiet.
“I noticed,” Omega replied and he glanced towards the nearest window, still closed to prevent any rain getting in. He had little enthusiasm in his voice. He raised his brow. “You’re not seriously thinking of still going tonight, are you?”
Phobos shrugged his shoulders, before leaning on the back of the sofa, looking down at his mate. “It’s not raining, the sky is clear, so why not go camping? Come on, you promised!”
“The ground’s all wet. Mud will get everywhere. It will be a disaster,” Omega protested. He spread his hands and shook his head, but the red dragon wasn’t to be perturbed.
“Then we wear some... protective gear,” Phobos said with a toothy grin and a mischievous glint in his eye. Both knew exactly what he was talking about.
Omega sat bolt upright, his wings flared slightly. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth as his claws dug into the fabric of the sofa. “Really? Must we?”
Phobos took hold of Omega’s hands and pulled the reluctant dragon up to his feet. “You did promise me,” he reminded Omega. “And besides, it will only be for one night, and I’ll be right there by your side the whole time. It will be fun.”
“Depends on your definition of fun,” Omega grumbled beneath his breath, but he offered no further complaints. With a sigh, he let himself get led through the house. He had, after all, promised his mate that he would do this for him.
Led through to the bedroom, Omega sat down on the bed as Phobos opened up the wardrobe. Dragons didn’t need to wear too many clothes, just reserved for special events and occasions, so the wardrobe was rather bare, but two things in particular stood out. A pair of gleaming latex suits hung limply from a couple of hangers.
Omega swallowed nervously, flicking his tail and wings as Phobos reverently lifted one off its hanger and dragged it across the bed. “Do you want to help me put mine on first?” Phobos asked.
That was something Omega was more than happy to help out with, and indeed had done many times in the past. It was the second suit that worried him. Pushing that out of his mind for now, he hopped up off the bed and patted the mattress to get Phobos to take his place. The red-scaled dragon quickly obliged.
The suit was an incredible work of creation, having been designed to fit tightly over every scale. Once on, it would be like a second skin, leaving just his neck and head exposed. Slowly, Omega helped slip Phobos’ legs into the suit, tugging on the tight latex until his toes were nestled properly in the foot of the suit.
The interior of the suit was incredibly slick and smooth, naturally lubricated. Despite how tight it was, it glided over Phobos’ scales until it settled in place. Carefully, Omega tugged and pulled at the suit until both of Phobos’ legs were coated in the scale-tight black latex all the way up to his knees.
“How’s that feeling?” Omega asked, pausing before covering the rest of his mate’s legs in the suit, most of it bundled carefully in his arms.
“You’ll find out for yourself soon,” Phobos replied, smirking as he stroked his hands over Omega’s head.
The black-scaled dragon rolled his eyes as he started to unfold more of the suit, pulling it further up Phobos’ legs. Before long, the red dragon had to stand so his thighs could be covered. He took hold of the bunched up body of the suit while Omega smoothed down the crinkles over his leg, helping the suit conform to his every scale.
Phobos spread his toes and shivered as he heard the smooth latex squeaking with each movement. Soon every inch of his body beneath his neck would make the same movement and, not long after that, so would Omega’s. He couldn’t wait to show his mate just how good it truly was to feel so completely enclosed in the gleaming suits.
“Now this is my favourite part,” Omega murmured as he crouched down in front of his mate. He nuzzled into Phobos’ scaled crotch, teasing his tongue gently over his mate’s slit to gradually ease his cock out so it could be teased into the waiting latex sheath attached to the suit. Phobos let out a shivering groan, but with the suit in his hands, he couldn’t reach out and place them over Omega’s shoulders.
Omega reluctantly pulled away before too long, just staying at his mate’s crotch long enough to get his shaft fully exposed from its slit. He slipped the erect cock into the waiting latex sheath, through the small rubber ring that would prevent it from returning back to Phobos’ slit while the suit was being worn.
Hitching the suit up, Phobos slipped his arms inside the tight latex, and again Omega helped smooth down the creases and crinkles until it adhered to his scales. With just his wings left exposed, Omega helped Phobos tease the long, slender limbs into the suit. They were the most challenging part, getting the long, slender wing-fingers to fold up into the small hole. Once inside, Phobos was able to extend them again, stretching out the smooth skin between the fingers to fill out the latex wing cavities. As it always did, the suit fit the red dragon perfectly, and all that was left to do was to zip the suit up at the back, and let the latex settle down around Phobos’ neck.
Phobos rose to his feet and reached his arms up high, almost touching the ceiling. His wings spread wide, and latex creaked and squeaked as it stretched into its proper position, any little creases popping out into near-perfect smoothness. “I always forget how good that feels,” Phobos murmured beneath his breath as he flexed and stretched his body beneath the clinging suit.
Omega took a couple of shuffling steps back, trying to avoid looking towards the wardrobe and the other suit that lay within. He could only hope his mate would be distracted by his latex to remember Omega had promised to wear the other. He had no such luck, as Phobos gestured to Omega to sit down on the bed.
Omega’s ears pinned down against his head. “Do I have to?” he asked with a sigh.
“You did promise,” Phobos replied, to which Omega nodded.
“Yeah, I know.” He flashed a quick, nervous smile. “Let’s get it over with then.”
Settling down on the bed, Omega grimaced as they started to go through the process again, only this time it was him suiting up. He was used to feeling the smooth latex whenever Phobos had worn his suit, but this time it was different. The latex clung tight and firm around his legs as it was slowly pulled up, clinging and restricting the air around his scales. His movement was unhindered, but the way it stuck to his legs made it feel like he was being tied up. He gritted his teeth together and clenched his jaw as he let Phobos continue.
The feeling persisted as the suit rose higher and higher. Not even Phobos dipping down to his crotch to tease out his cock brought him much comfort. It took a little longer than usual to encourage his shaft to get erect, before it was slid into the tight sheath.
The black dragon started to breathe a little quicker as the suit was pulled up over his hips. With Phobos’ help, his arms went into the sleeves one at a time, smoothed down so each of his hands slipped into the attached gloves at the end. His breathing only got quicker as his wings were teased into the latex, feeling it cramping over the long, slender wing membranes. A growl rose from deep in his throat as he struggled to keep his hands by his sides.
Phobos stepped back and grinned down at Omega, the two dragons squeaking softly as they touched. The red dragon tilted his head to the side. “So. How does it feel?”
Omega grunted and shook his head as he slowly rose up to his feet, shuddering as the felt the latex rubbing over his scales. “Feels tight. Feels weird,” he said in a trembling voice, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His tail moved slowly from side to side, but other than that remained almost perfectly still, hunched over slightly.
Though Phobos’ smile faltered slightly, he otherwise showed no sign of disappointment. He placed his hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, it may take some getting used to,” he said, before pulling Omega into a tight embrace, their two latex suits squeaking over each other. “But I’m proud of you for trying. Even if you don’t like it, you still did it.”
Uttering another little growl, Omega pushed Phobos’ hands away from his shoulders. He didn’t like how everything squeaked with each movement; it set his ears on edge. “Well, come on then. Let’s go to your little campsite, shall we?” he asked impatiently. The sooner they were there, perhaps the sooner they could come back and he could rid himself of the constricting latex.
Phobos clapped his hands together and grinned widely. Though they called it a campsite, it was really little more than a small clearing in the woods opposite their house. There was a small picnic table and barbeque at the edge of the clearing, but at night it was always deserted. The two often used it to sleep beneath the stars, listening to the wind rustling through the trees and grass.
The sun had dropped below the horizon while the two dragons had been suiting up, bringing about the cover of darkness. Omega was glad for it. Despite the constriction over his body, the suit also left him exposed. For one, his cock was out on display for everyone to see, and it gleamed in the light. He was glad there wasn’t going to be anyone around to see him.
Pausing only to grab a bag of pre-prepared supplies, Phobos led Omega outside. The lingering dusk was no concern to the two dragons, who were able to see almost as clearly as though it was day. Crickets chirped in the trees, and the wind rustled through the leaves, but there were no other sounds. Even the rumblings of the storm had faded into nothing. The air was cool over Omega’s face, but the rest of him felt uncomfortably warm beneath the tight suit.
They splashed through some puddles as they walked through into the forest, using one of the rough paths that led between the trunks. Walking behind his mate, Omega rubbed his hands over his belly, grimacing at the feeling of the latex sticking, clinging to itself and making his movements difficult.
Omega pulled at the suit, feeling it stretch in the grip of his fingers. With a low growl, he pulled it harder, feeling the latex start to break beneath the pressure of his fingers. It was too tight, and it tugged at his scales too much. Pulling it up a little higher, he was able to get his teeth into the thin rubber, and with a twist of his jaws he managed to rip a tear into it.
He grunted a sigh of relief as the tightness around his neck loosened slightly, before wincing as his arm snagged against a thorny branch. It pulled and yanked at his arm, before with another rip, the thorn tore another hole in his suit. For a few moments the cool air almost stung against his freshly exposed scales, but a quick rub confirmed that the thorn hadn’t pierced them.
Digging his finger around the new hole, he slowly stretched it out, forcing it to expand and expose more scales. Already he was starting to feel better, like he had opened up a vent to leak out all the discomfort the suit was causing. His solution was simple. He needed more holes.
Dropping a little further back from Phobos, who was being careful not to get close to any of the thorny branches, Omega started to nibble at the latex concealing his fingers. It took him a few attempts to get a proper grip, but once he did he was able to tear and twist the latex until it broke, freeing his fingers, and eventually his hands. He spat the bits of latex out into the undergrowth before setting his freed claws to the rest of the suit.
Omega was savage in his attempts to break the suit, tearing small slashes over his limbs and chest. He knew his scales were tough enough to resist the scratches from his claws, so he was able to break through the clinging latex with ease. By the time he was done, his suit was left in tatters, with strips of latex hanging loosely from his body. Not much was left intact, just around his wings and crotch were completely undamaged, as he wasn’t wanting to risk damaging the sensitive flesh beneath with his claws. He took a few deep breaths, hearing another few strands of latex pop and break as his chest expanded.
Happier now he didn’t feel like he was being constantly suffocated with his scales covered, he hurried after Phobos, pushing through the undergrowth. He no longer worried if the remnants of the suit snagged on anything else. He caught up to his mate right on the edge of the small clearing. The trees gave way to a small area of well-manicured grass, a couple of gravel paths criss-crossing the clearing. To one side was the barbeques and small shelter over the picnic tables, but that wasn’t where Phobos was going. He went right to the middle of the grass, kicking aside a few discarded branches with his latex-wrapped feet.
Phobos’ smile dimmed as he turned around to see the state of Omega’s suit. It turned into an exasperated sigh. “What are we going to do with you? What happened to it?” he asked, reaching out and running his hands over the torn and tattered suit. A few more strands broke from his gentle touch. “That’s going to take ages to fix.”
“It was too tight,” Omega said gruffly. He spread his arms and glanced down at the mess he’d made of the latex. “Could barely breathe in it, I don’t know how you can.”
Phobos rolled his eyes and sighed. His hands ran down Omega’s arms, slipping between latex and scales. “It’s something that just takes getting used to. But I suppose at least you tried.”
Omega growled softly in response as he rested his head on Phobos’ shoulder. “Yeah, I tried. And we’re out here in your camping grounds as well. Even if the grass is all wet,” he grumbled.
“If you still had your suit on properly, you wouldn’t even feel it,” Phobos retorted, unable to fully hide the smirk that threatened to break out across his face. “Besides, I’m sure you could fix the damp in a moment if you really wanted to.”
Omega clicked his fingers, bringing into being a small spark of flame. “Another reason why I needed those gloves off. Wouldn’t want the suits to melt now, would we?” he asked as the flames danced across his scales. It flickered, shining brightly off the scraps of latex that still clung to his body.
A small jet of the flame leapt from Omega’s hand, down to the ground. It spun and danced over the grass, daintily avoiding scorching it brown, providing just enough heat to sear away all the lingering moisture. Plumes of steam erupted from the grass, leaving beads of moisture forming on Phobos’ latex suit.
Once the grass was dry around them, the flames spread out to form a burning ring surrounding the two dragons. Still it didn’t burn anything, seeming to subsist just off the air and not needing to feed on the expansive forest around it. It flickered in Omega’s eyes as it grew into a towering wall.
“Having fun with that?” Phobos asked. Though he had absolute faith in Omega’s abilities with the fire, he still couldn’t help but keep a wary eye on the crackling flames. “Just be careful. I don’t want the fire guard coming down on us because you let it get out of control, or they notice all the smoke.”
“I’m always careful, don’t worry,” Omega replied with a nonchalant gesture of his hand. He then stepped a little closer to Phobos and wrapped his arms around his mate. He slowly took the small bag that had been draped over Phobos’ shoulder and let it fall to the ground. “What did you even bring with you?”
Phobos shrugged his shoulders, his wings creaking slightly as the latex-coated pinions slipped across his back. “Bit of food, some blankets in case we got cold, the usual.”
“Cold?” Omega asked with a chuckle, gesturing his hand out to the wall of fire that surrounded them. “I don’t think we’re in much danger of that. But how about we do what we came here for?”
Phobos rested his hand on Omega’s cheek as he took a couple of steps backwards. He recognised the glint in Omega’s eye, and he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head. “That wasn’t just what we came here for,” he said, but offered no complaint as he was gently eased down to the ground, lying his back down on the newly dried grass with his shiny wings spread wide. There was still a little heat lingering in the ground from Omega’s flames, keeping Phobos warm inside his suit.
As Omega straddled over his mate, their cocks brushed over each other. The black-scaled dragon let out a little growl. “How are we meant to do stuff with all this latex covering everything up,” he rumbled, reaching down and wrapping his hand over the two shafts.
“Just try it, you might find you like the feeling,” Phobos replied. He shifted his weight slightly, getting comfortable on his back beneath the other dragon. He shivered slightly as Omega’s fingers squeezed gently around the two cocks, the smooth texture on the inside of the latex sliding over their sensitive flesh.
At first Omega wasn’t convinced, not liking the feel of slick latex where it should have been the warm ridges of his shaft, but as he gently squeezed and rubbed a little more, he couldn’t help but rumble softly. It did feel nice, the latex slipping between his fingers as they danced over the surface. Gradually he started to get more into it, gently moving his hips in time with his slow strokes to grind his cock against Phobos’.
Though the latex prevented any direct contact, enclosing their cocks like thick condoms, Omega could feel a little pre leaking out into his rubber sheath. He was sure Phobos was doing the same, especially given the little whimpers of pleasure his mate was making. It was strange though, not feeling the pre dribbling out onto his fingers, everything dry on the outside of the sheathes.
Lifting up a little, Omega stroked one hand down Phobos’ belly, his claws gently dimpling into the latex. His other hand went to his cock, stretching out the rubber that enclosed it. He was less gentle with it, making sure it was pulled away from his cock before digging his claws in deep. Though the latex was tough, it wasn’t able to resist his strength for long, and he was able to tear the tip free.
At last, pre dripped down onto Omega’s hands as the tip of his cock was freed from its confines. He teased the exposed tip with one finger, shivering at the feeling. It was as though his senses were drastically increased after being dulled within the suit. He grinned down and Phobos and licked his lips as he took in the sleek shine of his mate’s body.
“I do like how you look though,” he said with a grin, stroking his hands over Phobos’ chest and belly. Even if he didn’t like how tight the latex clung to his body, he did appreciate how well his mate wore it. “But I think I want to feel how tight it makes you.”
Phobos smirked, his teeth shining almost as bright as his suit in the moonlight. “You only ever had one thing on your mind tonight, didn’t you?” he asked. He flicked his tail in amusement, before letting out a soft gasp as Omega’s hands closed gently around his cock.
“I think I deserve a reward, don’t I? For trying on the suit?” Omega replied, ignoring the fact that he’d already torn his way out of most of it. It mostly hung off him in tatters, but some parts of his body were still fully enclosed, like his wings and tail.
The other dragon wrapped his arms around Omega’s shoulders, pulling him down close and into a firm kiss. “I think you deserve it, sure,” he said in a quiet whisper.
Omega grinned and kissed his mate back, before sitting up slightly so he could see what he was doing. The tip of his unsheathed cock pressed against the smooth sheath that filled Phobos’ tailhole, slowly sliding against the lubricated latex.
Phobos groaned softly as he felt the pressure of Omega’s cock slowly pressing against him, the slickness of the suit allowing him to stretch easily around the intruding shaft. He leaned back into the grass, resting his hands above his head as he let Omega slide in deeper. The other dragon’s hands closed in around his cock, providing some pleasure for him through the tight latex.
As Omega slowly started to thrust in, the two dragons started to growl in pleasure. All around them the flames flickered and grew brighter in Omega’s lust, though never once did it waver out of control or start to burn the damp foliage around it. The squeak of the two suits rubbing against each other accentuated the little growls and rumbles. Omega’s cock especially squeaked as it slipped into the latex sheath inside Phobos’ tailhole, the latex crinkling back further on his shaft with every thrust.
The two soon worked into a smooth, familiar rhythm. Omega grunted with each thrust, Phobos’ tailhole clenching tight around the shaft. His own cock was teased in time with the thrusts, Omega’s hand keeping a tight grip, careful not to let his claws scratch over the smooth latex.
Omega’s muzzle slowly moved around, his tongue flicking out and teasing across Phobos’ cheek, before down his neck and nuzzling around the divide between scales and latex. He gently nibbled into his mate’s neck, tenderly grazing his teeth over the firm scales. Phobos uttered a few little whimpers of pleasure at the ministrations of Omega’s tongue and teeth, saying nothing of the constant pleasure the slow thrusts of his mate’s cock was doing.
They were slow and tender, with no roughness between them. They didn’t need it, knowing exactly what to do to make the other squirm and shiver. Phobos’ small whimpers and moans became a little louder, more insistent as Omega’s pace picked up. In and out he thrusted, filling the Phobos’ rear with pre as he groaned and neared release. He could feel the pre dripping through the other dragon’s sheath, a slight wetness to the squeaks as it moved beneath his palm.
“Mmm, I’m close,” Phobos panted, reaching his head up to nuzzle into the crook of Omega’s neck. The other dragon grinned and nodded, wordlessly responding as he rolled his hips forward to bury the full length of his cock in his mate’s rump.
As Omega neared release, he pulled Phobos tight into a fierce embrace, his teeth biting harder into his mate’s neck. Phobos cried out in pleasure, bucking his hips and clenching his tailhole tight around Omega’s cock. His own shaft twitched and pulsed a few times, before with a shuddering moan, he started to fill the latex sheath with cum.
Omega lasted just a few moments longer, giving a couple of firm thrusts before growling as he filled his mate. Several strong spurts of cum filled Phobos’ tailhole, splashing back out around Omega’s cock and dripping over the suit and onto the grass below.
Letting out a long, shuddering groan, Omega flopped down on top of Phobos, squeezing his arms beneath his mate and then rolling over onto his side so the two could properly embrace. They just lay like that for a few moments, not saying anything and just nuzzling gently into each other’s necks and shoulders.
“Just think how much better it would have felt with the suit on,” Phobos said eventually to break the silence, his voice still a little breathy as he came down from the high of his release.
Omega groaned softly. “No, it would have been worse. Too tight and restricting. Even still,” he retorted. His wings stretched out, creaking the latex that still bound them. He was tempted to reach back and slash them free, but a calm laziness had fallen down on him. Even the walls of flame that circled them were starting to die away into small embers.
As the flames and smoke cleared above them, the stars and moon became clearer again. The shone bright, bathing the small clearing in their light, broken only by the shadows of the trees that swayed and rustled in the breeze.
With a wet pop, Omega finally withdrew his cock from Phobos’ tailhole. He clawed at his crotch for a few moments, finally tearing away the remaining scraps of latex and the ring that had been keeping him erect. He flicked the remains towards the small bag Phobos had brought with them, before lying on his back with a relieved sigh. He smiled as he looked up to the clearing sky, before tilting his head to glance across at his mate.
“Even if I didn’t like the suit though, I still enjoyed everything else,” Omega said. He gestured up to the sky. “Especially this. This is nice. We should come out here more often.”
Phobos’ hand rose and took hold of Omega’s. Black latex met black scales. Slowly Phobos lowered Omega’s hand down so he could plant a gentle kiss on it. “We should definitely do that, yes.”
Another small silence fell between the two, but there wasn’t anything else left to say to each other. Omega rested his head down on Phobos’ chest, smiling to himself as he felt the gentle rise and fall of his mate’s chest. As the gentle crackle of the flames finally fell away into silence, only the sound of the trees could still be heard, apart from the occasional creak of latex as the two dragons moved against each other.
Without the flames to heat the air, a cool breeze started to rustle through the trees and into the clearing. The last of the day’s heat was slowly bleeding away into the night.
“Did you want that blanket now?” Phobos asked, a chuckle building as he hugged his mate close.
Omega just shook his head and sighed, before a laugh finally broke from his lips. “If you must,” he said, but neither of the two dragons moved to get it. The bag was within reach, but it could have been on the far side of the clearing for all it mattered. They were both too comfortable in each other’s arms, and it wasn’t long before they were both asleep.