It had been a clear, hot day in the forest. Felix had been swimming around in the lake and having herself a great time. Not too far away from the swimming floatzel, Corsair had been indulging in the same activity. For him, the day was unbearably hot, which wasn’t surprising to him, at least, considering his fur coat always put him on one temperature extreme or the other. Needless to say, the two swimmers were enjoying the cool temperature of the lake. Corsair remained in the shallow areas of the lake, not wanting to expend energy so carelessly on a day like today, lest he pass out before he could make it back to his cabin not too far away. Both the furred dragon and the floatzel were just two specific campers among several more that were enjoying the remote camp in the middle of the serene forest, and though they were and have been in the same location for the past couple of days, they hadn’t met once.
 
 
  Of course, this was set to change, perhaps by some divine alignment (or because someone wrote that would happen). Felix began to swim passed Corsair who, only in that moment, recognized her presence and quickly put on a grin. He moved swiftly and grabbed Felix around her hips, stopping her quite effectively. The floatzel, now caught up in Corsair’s grip, started to squirm and blushed profusely, all while grunting and trying to look back on the anthro furred dragon.
 
 
  “H-hey! Lemme go, please!” Felix would exclaim as she tried to break free from the dragon’s grip.
 
 
  “Well, hel-lo there,” Corsair responded in a cooing sort of tone, and held onto the squirming floatzel loosely, but also firmly enough to guarantee she couldn’t escape.
 
 
  “Can you let go?” Flix asked with a subtle increase of desperation in her voice.
 
 
  “Now, why would I do that?” Corsair responded, questioningly, as he adjusted his grip so that he could still hold onto the floatzel as he lowered his bathing suit beneath the water’s surface, slowly allowing his equine member to be freed. As he did so, the floatzel retorted, “Because it’s RUDE to do this!” She kept up her increasingly desperate squirming in Corsair’s arm as he adjusted himself once more, this time much swifter, as he let go of the floatzel and grabbed her leg, and then proceeded to pull it towards, and into, his already stiff prick. The floatzel only struggled in response and let out feared grunts as she tried to escape, despite her attempts being in vain.
 
 
  “Ahhh… Struggler…” Corsair said to himself as he pulled the floatzel deeper into his twitching shaft. Meanwhile, the floatzel, of course, kept struggling.
 
 
  “Let me out!” Felix cried as she was now up to her hips in Corsair’s twitching equine cock. Corsair giggled full of, and, consumed by lust from the sensations he received from Felix’s struggling. He let go of her, knowing she could only move one direction: inside his throbbing member. He rested his hands on Felix’s soft, plump posterior and gave a gentle squeeze just before it was sucked into his shaft and, thus, vanished from sight. At this point, Felix grabbed onto Corsair’s arms and grunted, somewhat angrily, and glared at him as such. Corsair ignored the gesture and protests Felix had to offer, seeing as how such protests would soon be more than irrelevant. Corsair kept pulling the floatzel into his hungry, and quite greedy, shaft and also placed his hands on her ample breasts, just as he had done with her rear before it vanished in his flesh. He squeezed and massaged Felix’s chest for short while before lifting his throbbing shaft and pointing it skyward, allowing gravity to help Felix along.
 
 
  “Oh, God! Please, no—MMMMF!” Felix cried out, but was quickly silenced as Corsair’s prick quickly sucked her in the rest of the way, with the aid of gravity. The floatzel slid down into Corsair’s eager and heated sack soon after. He let out a lustful moan and shivered in immense pleasure. Felix, in turn, struggled profusely.
 
 
  “That’s it, squirm…” Corsair muttered as he delightfully shuddered in response to the further protests of the floatzel trapped in his engorged balls. The feeling was overwhelming, and it quickly put Corsair into a lustful trance for some time. He just stood still, taking in the sensations of the struggling floatzel.
 
 
  Eventually, Corsair would begin to saunter out of the water, now carrying his bathing suit as it clearly wouldn’t fit him in his current state. He had completely removed it once Flex had been tucked away. From there, Corsair would continue to saunter as he made his way back to his cabin in a very shameless fashion. While he walked, the floatzel kicked and squirmed, catching the attention of a few passers by and onlookers, but they didn’t do anything aside from stealing short glances and continue about their otherwise uneventfully relaxing days.
 
 
  “G-good girl…” Corsair cooed teasingly as he continued sauntering back to his cabin. Flix would calm down slightly and whimper pathetically. There wasn’t very much else she could do at this point. Certainly she wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon, as in within the next several seconds. And, of course, Corsair wasn’t going to simply give up the progress he had made thus far.
 
 
  Within several minutes of his most recent tease, Corsair arrived at his cabin and entered it calmly, as if nothing had happened so far that day. He made his way to the couch and promptly took a seat and started to lounge. Flex’s whimpering grew louder and, accordingly, more pathetic.
 
 
  “Please, just let me out…!” Felix whined and resumed her desperate struggling. Her plea went unanswered, for a short time, as Corsair shuddered in immense pleasure from her resumed struggles.
 
 
  “Soon…” Corsair said, with a wry grin, as he squeezed his sack between his thighs and let out a deeply pleasured sigh. Meanwhile, inside Corsair’s engorged package, the seminal fluid subtly increased in temperature and the fleshy walls started to gently knead the confined ‘guest.’ She hadn’t noticed the change in temperature, but the gentle massage was very noticeable. Felix would calm down, if only for a moment just before she noticed her very being becoming more and more pale at a rather quick rate. She would revert to a state of utter fear and continue thrashing about. Corsair just sat in his lustful trance and waited for his sack to to churn the floatzel away.
 
 
  Within a mere forty-five minutes, the floatzel was reduced to yet more spunk. Corsair would very shortly pick up on this fact and smile wryly once again. He gave a triumphant pat on his engorged package and willed himself to stand from his lounging position, something that took him awhile given the fact that he really didn’t want to move after having to deal with so much complaining and thrashing coming from his balls.
 
 
  “Now, you can ‘come’ out...” Corsair chuckled and made his way to the cabin’s bathroom at a relaxed and steady pace. Once there, Corsair lifted his girthy equine cock and positioned it to hang over the edge of the bathtub. He then started to rub at his manhood, teasing it to a great extent, though, he forced himself to stop in his self-teasing once he realized he had forgotten something. He willed himself to remain resolute and not to release a single droplet of his essence. He made his way to his bedroom and rummaged through one of the drawers of his dresser which was right across from the foot of the twin-sized bed that occupied at least a third of the space. He finally found what he was looking for: a box of condoms. He took one of the pieces of rubber and applied it to his shaft before heading back into the bathroom and assuming the same position he had been in previously. He started rubbing at his equine shaft once again and shuddered as the teasing stimulated him even more than in the previous instance.
 
 
  It didn’t take long for the furred dragon to burst, thus, releasing a particularly large load of ball batter into the condom he had applied to himself. Twitch after twitch of Corsair’s member pumped the condom, almost to the brim, full of seminal fluid, and a leftover, two piece bikini which had belonged to the floatzel that wore it, before being devoured by a particularly hungry shaft of the equine variety.
 
 
  Corsair would gently remove himself from the condom he had pumped full of his essence and tie it off, ensuring that not even a single droplet of spunk fell out. He breathed a prolonged sigh of both relief and pleasure before exiting the bathroom and reclaiming his seat on the couch, leaving the trash bag-sized condom full of semen in the tub with the intention of allowing the contents inside to reform into the floatzel that was once Felix. In the meantime, however, Corsair would simply lounge on his couch and watch TV as Felix took her time in the reformation process.