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Sytha landed in the parking lot of the giant shopping mall, folding her wings and looking up at the massive building.

Those anthros really are industrious, she thought to herself as she picked her way through rows and rows of cars, earning herself quite a few doubletakes from the anthros wandering around. She was used to that sort of reaction, though. She stood out even among her own kind. Her soft, dusky pink scales were highly sought after by the male dragons she knew, and she had been gifted with an attractive body, curved and round in all the right places. She carried herself with dignity but also loved to tease some of the better looking feral dragons with her nimble tail, obscuring the shapely treasures held beneath.

It was rare for a non-anthro dragon to come this far into the anthro side of the city. Due to the large differences in physical needs, feral dragons and anthros tended to group together in different zones. Still, Sytha had never been inside a shopping mall before. Non-anthro dragons simply didn't build them, and she was desperately curious to see what one was like on the inside. So, when she'd heard that the mall was supposedly feral-friendly, she couldn't resist the chance to explore a bit.

She was a little bit disgruntled by the time she found the only feral-sized doors into the mall, apparently the anthros hadn't expected high traffic from dragons like Sytha, but her annoyance melted away as she stepped out from under a balcony and looked up five stories to the glass ceiling above, sunlight streaming though and falling on hundreds, thousands of anthros going about their business, chatting, walking, wandering in and out of stores, eating snacks. She'd never seen anything like it.

She began to wander around, just exploring with no intention of actually buying anything. It was the largest and most elaborate building she'd ever been in, and she'd never seen so many anthros all in one place before. She still received a lot of strange looks, but she ignored them, too caught up in the wonders of anthro engineering to care.

Before long, she found a uniformed mall employee walking alongside her as if he'd appeared from nowhere.

"Hey there!" the hawk said looking up at her and smiling.

"Hello," Sytha replied, continuing on her way.

The hawk kept pace with her, having to jog now and then in order to keep up.

"First time at the mall?" he asked, weaving around a crowd of anthros.

"Yes. It is amazing! It's so large! And there are so many... things! here."

"It took three years to build. I'm glad you like it! Hey, you're actually the first feral dragon to stop by the mall so far. Do you think I could ask you some questions?"

Sytha paused her long strides and looked down over the balcony for a moment, allowing the hawk to come to a halt next to her and pant quietly.

"Hmmmm... I suppose so. It better not take long though. I want to keep looking around."

"Of course," the hawk said. "Tell you what, I'll buy you lunch at the food court. That way it won't be a waste of your time."

Sytha perked up at the mention of food. Free food is always a good start to winning a dragon over.

"Good idea!" she said happily and followed the hawk down to the food court, only half listening to the boring specs he was rattling off about the mall on the way over.

"My name is Hark by the way," he said once they had ordered and sat down. There was only one table with the appropriately sized benches for a feral dragon, so they were shunted off into a quieter corner of the court.

"Sytha," she said, digging into the massive pile of meat presented to her. It must have cost a good deal, but Hark had assured her it was fine. He'd offered after all.

Hark began the interview, mostly asking boring questions like "How easy was it to get to the mall?" or "Do you feel that you have been reasonably accommodated?" or "What does it smell like inside the building?" But even on the more interesting questions, Sytha was slowly beginning to focus on something else. The meat was fantastic and she was still definitely enjoying her trip, but she found herself growing hotter and hotter.

While absentmindedly answering the hawk's seemingly endless questions, she began to fidget and look around for the source of the sudden heat. A few minutes later and she realized that the heat was beginning to focus down toward her slit.

I'm horny? She thought to herself, trying to ignore it. She wasn't in season yet, and she couldn't smell anything tantalizing on the air...

At first she shrugged to herself and tried to focus back on the meal and the droning hawk in front of her, but that soon became impossible. She was feeling sensitive and twitchy and the nagging from her loins was beginning to be difficult to ignore. She tried shifting position, drinking some water, scratching at the table with her claws, but the heat and arousal steadily grew and her thoughts were beginning to stray toward some of the male dragons back home.

She sneakily glanced around the food court, hoping that she could spy another feral dragon, any male would pretty much do at this point, and convince him to come find a quiet place to tumble with her for a while.

But obviously there were no other feral dragons in sight. As a pink cloud slowly enveloped her mind, she realized that she'd have to make do by herself.

She rose to her feet in the middle of one Hark's questions, looking around in an increasingly agitated state, tail beginning to whip back and forth. She fought the steadily rising desire to reach a paw down between her back legs and relieve some of her terrible, aching need, but it was becoming harder and harder all the time.

"I- uhh- oh," Hark said, standing as well. "What's the matter?"

Sytha's nostrils flared and she panted slightly as she looked around at the myriad of signs hanging above them.

"Which way to the nearest bathroom?" she asked, trying to keep her back legs from quivering as her horniness climbed another notch and shuddered down her spine. She could feel her slit puffing up and lubricating itself, becoming more and more inviting for a nice, big dragon cock to push inside and-

"Oh, I'm afraid there is only one feral-compatible bathroom in the mall," the hawk said, chuckling nervously and raising his clipboard slightly. "Low traffic of dragons like you, you see. Uhhh-"

He broke off as Sytha stared him down, eyes glowing with impatience but slightly unfocused.

"First floor, other end of the mall. By Dorvin's Clothes."

With that, Sytha quickly strode off, leaving the hawk behind as she made her way to the other end of the mall as fast as possible without outright running there.

As she walked, her heavy hips pushed and rubbed slightly against her aching slit, causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot down her spine. Her arousal still hadn't leveled off, and she could barely see through the horny haze that had fallen over her eyes. The only thought in her mind besides the desperate need to find the bathroom was the desire to stop walking and slide a toe or two up her begging snatch and release some of the overwhelming arousal.

At one point, the gentle swishing of her scaly thighs even became too much stimulation to ignore and she had to pause for a moment outside a store and focus all her energy on not masturbating right there in public. She panted and shivered for a few moments, her legs splayed slightly wider than was normally decent, and her tail beginning to inch skyward, fighting against her better judgement and trying to display her horribly needy sex to the world so that some studly dragon might come along and give her a good, hard breeding.

She let out a small yip and then a growl before mastering herself and resuming her hunt for the bathroom, now moving even faster than before. She shook her head but she couldn't break the overwhelming cloud of horniness that had descended over her entire body. She walked with her back legs wider than normal, trying to avoid anything touching her sensitive slit until she was in a position to deal with it. She knew that if she started now, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.

Sytha was drawing more attention than normal now, and the anthros she blazed past could tell that something was the matter, even if they didn't know what, exactly. Clearly the pink feral dragon was having some sort of issue, and did they always smell like that? Some anthros she brushed past found themselves unexpectedly becoming horny as they unknowingly passed through the massive, potent cloud of pheromones Sytha's body was producing as fast as possible.

At one point Sytha felt something drip from her slit and focused all her remaining willpower towards realizing that she was soaking wet, her nethers actively dripping now she was so aroused.

I'm leaking, oh god. She thought to herself dimly, every atom in her body screaming at her to fall onto her belly with her hips in the air, her tail bent over her head, and her front paws back between her legs, rubbing at the amazing, terrible ache she felt. Her body was shuddering and shivering and she was letting out small moans as she stumbled on, panting openly now and barely able to focus on her surroundings through the heat.

I have to breed. I need a male. I need to- NNnnffff... Find that bathroom...

She was so close to giving into her body's demands. She was just about to drop down and masturbate, remaining dignity be damned, when she rounded a corner and saw the sign for the feral-equipped bathroom at the end of the hall. That last glimmer of hope gave her just enough self-control to make the dead sprint down the hall and dash inside, slamming the door behind her.

Once inside the one-stall bathroom, she hastily locked the door and slumped her back against the wall, splaying her back legs out and reaching toward her aching, soaked slit when she realized that her right front leg was attached to the wall somehow. Not stopping to think about that, she tried to use her other arm, but that was stuck too. Even her tail was stuck. Somewhere in her foggy brain alarm bells were ringing as she watched metal arms rise out of the tile floor and clamp down on her back legs. She tried to roar out in desperation, but there was a sharp pain in her hip and blackness consumed the world.

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Sytha shook her head as she groggily tumbled back into wakefulness. The burning in her loins was still there, but it was slightly reduced compared to before. She blinked and tried to rub her eyes with a paw but realized she couldn't move them. Quickly coming fully into consciousness, she whipped her neck around in a frenzy as she took in her situation.

Sytha was standing on top of a large stone platform which rose out of the center of an elaborate but calm fountain. She was probably fifteen feet in the air and all four of her paws were set into individual holes in the stone which were filled with some sort of black, sticky, rubber-like substance. Her back legs were spread behind her, not wide enough to be uncomfortable, but not narrow enough for her to rub her legs together and stimulate her slit. Her wings and tail were strapped down across her back, and she was wearing a strange collar, but other than that she was untouched.

The confusion and terror that she felt briefly drowned out her still unanswered lust as she looked forward and finally saw Hark the hawk standing on a ladder in front of her.

"Hello there, Sytha," he said, flipping a sheet back on his clipboard.

She tried to ask what was going on, but as she did, the collar around her throat constricted slightly in very specific places and all that came out of her mouth was a low, needy whine.

"Ah yes, no speaking for you, I'm afraid. Just moans, whines, and low growls. You know, sexy noises." He winked. "Anyway, feeding is in the morning. It's perfectly measured and prepared so you'll never have to use the bathroom, and... well, that's it really. Welcome to your new position at the mall. We're happy to announce that it's permanent and you'll always be employed here. Got your future all set, huh?"

Sytha frowned and tried to growl, but instead of a menacing, dangerous growl, all she produced was a low, sultry thing that seemed more inviting than terrifying.

"Oh, I think you'll do fine," Hark said, beginning to climb down the ladder. "That aphrodisiac-laced meat really did the trick. But do behave yourself. We can't have the centerpiece of our mall acting poorly."

And with that, he was gone and Sytha was left alone at the top of the fountain, looking down at all the passing anthros, many of whom looked up at her public plight and snapped pictures, pointed, or talked with their friends.

Permanent? Always employed? Sytha thought desperately to herself through the rapidly returning arousal. _Aphrodisiac-laced meat?_She thought before she moaned as her nethers sprung back into full swing.

She tried to shout at the rapidly retreating hawk, to ask why they'd done this to her, why she was up there, but all that came out were moans and low growls.

What is going on? Why did they do this to me?

As her horniness became just as high as it had been while running to the bathroom, Sytha trembled in horror as she realized that she couldn't reach herself. Her slit swelled and quivered, dripping for all the anthros to see, sending shivers of pure, unadulterated lust through her body that caused her legs to shake, but struggle and pull as she might, she couldn't free her legs or tail or wings to stimulate herself at all.

Mmmmmmfffff... Need... Need to focus! Need to... orgasm... masturbate... Can't reach! Anthros... watching!

Under the influence of her collar, she let out a long, low wail that sounded like a terribly horny dragon begging to be fucked as she realized that she was the centerpiece of the fountain in the middle of the mall, put on display as a helplessly horny dragoness who could do nothing about her overwhelming arousal. All of her quivers, gasps, panting, and futile attempts to orgasm would be a public show for any passing anthros who glanced upward.

As the heat built and built, still pressing on her brain, her body screaming out for release, she tried everything she could think of to finally get some sort of stimulation for her soaking wet slit. She dropped her hips but couldn't reach the floor because she couldn't move her paws. She undulated her belly, hoping that the contracting and releasing of the muscles would do something. She strained at her bonds to no avail. She begged the anthros below to climb up and fuck her, but all that came out were horny moans. As her horniness increased yet gain, she gasped and tried wiggling her hips from side to side in order to get her scales to rub against her slit, but no matter how far she wiggled, even straining at the very edge of her body's capabilities, she couldn't squeeze or shift her nethers in any way that alleviated her arousal.

All the while, the anthros who walked by below were treated to a show of a pink, shapely feral dragoness humping the air, quivering, and moaning and doing everything she could think of to finally get off and achieve an orgasm. Her slit was fully displayed in all its dripping, shivering glory as Sytha's body was wracked with public shows of helpless, unabated arousal.

But the spectators below no longer factored into Sytha's mind except when she tried uselessly to beg for one of them to rub her slit or give her a good fucking. Not that she ever made any intelligible words, thanks to the collar. No, as the sensitivity and arousal ramped up, she was beyond being able to think about something as abstract as how humiliating it was being a horny display for anthros in the center of a mall. The only thing on her mind was her singular, overwhelming, desperate need to orgasm. To touch, just touch, her actively dripping and shivering slit.

Had she been free, she would have begun masturbating instantly.

As the day slowly drew to a close, Sytha was a drooling, panting, quivering display of pure animal horniness. As the lights went out in the mall, Sytha was still straining against her bonds. So close to feeling something, anything against her nethers, but so impossibly far from actually achieving it. She didn't even feel the prick in her paw that brought the world into blackness before the platform she was standing on slowly lowered itself into the fountain and closed up for the night, allowing her to sleep.

The next day was the same. Sytha continuously begged for someone to help her orgasm, but all anyone heard was the sexy, needy moans of a dragoness in heat.

No matter how much she rocked or squirmed, rolled her hips or strained, she could never cum, never feel the slightest bit of stimulation for her nethers, never escape her lithe, shapely body being used as amusement for the anthros below as they watched her futile attempts to relieve her obviously dripping cunt.

She became so sensitive that she could feel the changes in air conditioning currents as they blew past her exposed, swollen lips. To the anthros, there was something tantalizing about it. Such a beautiful, perfect young dragoness turned into a display, her smooth scales and shapely hips no longer useful for anything but their viewing pleasure. There was something exciting about a virile dragoness turned into a slave, a creature of pure desire, all for the mild amusement of thousands of random anthros.

They had picked her, trapped her and turned her into a permanently horny, permanently desperate display to round off their mall and amuse their patrons. That was all she was now, just another feature in the mall, her moans and whimpers part of the background, her own desperate, personal plight completely unacknowledged as she writhed in torturous, unsolvable arousal. The pink dragoness once named Sytha no longer mattered as an individual. The dragon, as she was commonly called, mattered only as a show, unsympathetic entertainment for those who were even briefly interested in a dragon turned into nothing more than a big, powerful body publicly dripping and moaning to be fucked, never to have her wishes granted.

Eventually, after the first week, even if the collar had been taken off and she was physically capable once more of forming understandable words and sentences, she wouldn't have been able to. The dragon was nothing but a public display of feral arousal embodied, her mind focused only on cumming and relieving the overpowering, annihilating need for orgasm she felt. Everything else had been wiped away except for the knowledge that this was to be her life forever, countless days of the most powerful arousal she'd ever felt, and no way to ever change it, her helpless horniness put on display for curious anthros without end, the irresistible burning in her loins never satisfied.