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The black dragon ascended the flight of stairs made of cement, with a wooden trap door at the top. Pushing it open from below, the sky was as dark as the dragons scales, being deep into the night. He poked his snout out, then hoisted himself out from the trapdoor, growling as the wood hit his tail on the way out.

Within stone walls of the blacksmith building, armour and weaponry hung from the walls, visible only for the torch on the wall. The dragon's claws clacked on the stone, forcing an armour stand over the hatch, keeping it closed. He hummed to himself with his cock throbbing from the encounter, but he knew that other matters were of more concern at this time.

Standing outside of the building were his bodyguards, Scorch and Scratch, the two red dragons having their backs turned to the blacksmith. "You know you two do not have to guard me every second of your being, yes?"

The dragons, being acknowledged, bowed. "Warchief, you showed your strength in defeating the previous warchief, we are here to serve you and you only." The black dragon smiled and shook his head but didn't think too much of it.

"Be ready for anything, we have no idea if that kangaroo has kept his deal or not." From within the dark, lit by the moon and some nearby torches, came a green dragon, beautiful iridescent scales under the light. "Valkreath sir, somebody approaches from the front gate. I believe it to be your kangaroo friend."

"Loran, you may let him in, he probably means us business as usual." Loran makes the trek back to the front gate, Topo standing within the darkness, the torchlight casting a dim light over his brownish-red fur. Loran glanced at the roo, scanning him up and down. Being cast out from the Kangaroo tribe, Topo was not in the best mood, scowling at the green dragons curiosity.

"Who do you think you are, take me to your warchief before I lose my patience. I am the rightful chief of the kangaroo's, but they cast me out, they are blind to see that Jarrah as their leader!"

Loran spoke no words, walking ambly, tail swishing behind him in a rhythm. The dragon tribe had an eerie silence during the night hours, Topo's ears twitching to an occasional cricket. The Warchief rested against the wall, a small smile upon his lips as his bodyguards stood outside the entrance of the blacksmiths. "Welcome back Topo, held up your side of the deal I presume?"

Topo shook his head, "I've been cast out of the village at this moment, so I ask of your assistance one last time. Fear makes a great motivator for followers, which is why I ask to borrow some of your dragon guards momentarily."

"Topo, you have once already had our help, we are not your slaves to command. I shall permit you to take my bodyguards and some of my other guards but fail me again and I will make sure you will regret it." The roo seemed unphased by the blatant threat and cleared his throat.

"There is no way to fail, I assure you. All they need is a little encouragement, that's all." The dragon thumped his tail in annoyance but nodded.

"You better be right, or I will add you to my collection with Jarrah." That seemed to make the kangaroo's eyes narrow a little, but he kept his composure.

"I would like to see you try..." Valkreath scowled at him.

"I would have your head for that comment if you weren't such an important asset. It's a time like this I wish I could breathe fire like the legends and toast that hide of yours. Get out of my sight. Now."

He coughed purposely and turned tail on the Warchief. Loran trailed after him, "the guards will be ready by morning for you kangaroo, let me get the gate for you." Loran climbed the scaffolding, pulling the lever system, raising the gate.

Without any words, Topo left the vicinity, his tail waving as it too passed into the darkness, away from the incandescence of the torches.

At the other end of the tribe, the black dragon tapped his claw against the sand, eyes half raised. "Are you two going to just guard that entrance all night? Jarrah will not be escaping, not for good while."

"Warchief, we are sworn to protect you and any of your belongings, it is in our will to secure the blacksmith from any others."

"Well at least allow the blacksmith access to his own building, you two are such a handful. I'm sending you out to assist Topo with his little plan the next morn." The dragon sighed to himself and the two red dragons nodded and resumed their pose outside the entrance.

***

An orange light grew on the horizon, the twinkle of stars vanishing as colour returned to the skies. The sun cast its light over the beaches of Garhai, rising up against the walls of the kangaroo tribe. The ocean rolled its waters over the sand, staining the sand a darkened colour.

From within the walls of the village, Winfrey stretched out his arms, grey fur all scuffed from the hard sand beneath him. Exiting the tent, he sat by his favourite seat, at the hand-crafted table made of oak. Grabbing his mug and finding it empty, he gets up to fill it with some water, to hear a crashing near the front gate.

The kangaroo guard ran up to him, his face flushed and sweat pouring down his red fur. "We have a catastrophe! It's Topo, the acclaimed, "new" chieftain, but he's got dragons, a whole bunch of them! What do we do sir?"

Winfrey's bows furrowed, "tell everyone to hide, there's a back entrance they can--"

"There's dragon guards at the back entrance to sir, we are completely surrounded. The gates will hold them off, unless... Topo knows how the winch works!" The guard rushes off, calling other guards to wake from their tents.

From outside the walls, Topo stood with Scorch and Scratch, Valkreath's bodyguards beside him. Unfortunately for the Kangaroo village, Topo knew where the emergency pulley was from outside the wall, hidden within a small gap, too big for a dragon paw to reach inside, and gripped the rope. He pulled it out, raising the gate using all his strength and allowed the dragons to slip underneath the gap made.

No less than ten dragons flooded into the gates, dragon guards flooding the tops of the gates, net launchers ready. The launchers were to keep the dragons out if they tried to fly in, which had happened several times, but the nets were big enough to ensnare multiple dragons at once. Firing the nets, some of the dragon guards were caught under the net, heavy stones used to ground the net, but the others ran off, tearing up the tents, frightened kangaroos rushing to the end of the village.

Topo stood at the centre of the village proclaiming, "witness the power of your new chief! I will prove you all that I can be a force to be reckoned with, and a suitable chieftain for all you kangaroo! Listen to me and my orders, and I'll make sure my dragons will not hurt you!"

Scorch snarled from beside him, "we are not your dragons, we are only under order of the warchief. Remember, we want full access to the village, no more gates."

Winfrey coaxed the kangaroos, asking them to calm. "This is betrayal Topo, you would turn your back on your own tribe with these monsters?! All they have ever done is want to take what was ours, secure the rest of the beaches of Garhai. Never once have they showed compassion, only violence, and now you side with them? We will never follow you, never!"

Topo snarled, "you will listen to me, and these dragons will have full access to this village, no questions asked." Valkreaths bodyguards snickered to each other and ordered dragons to mantle the front and back walls, chasing the lack of guards off the wall. They cornered them and forced them toward the bigger group of roos.

Joeys had started to cry, mothers hugging them close as the dragons wrought havoc through the village, tearing up the infrastructure. "From this day on, I swear to you that we shall forsee a bright future, one with the dragons! Ahahaha!"

***

Back at the dragon tribe, Loran approaches Valkreath, holding out a bag. Unaware of its contents, he shakes his head. "Valkreath, Topo and the dragons have left for the village, I believe they were successful. Turns out the secret all along was an emergency trigger outside the gate, but we couldn't fit our paws into the gap.

Valkreath smiled evilly and shook his head, "this is great news Loran, we would have had it last time too had it not been for that evil kangaroo Jarrah. He's been dealt with anyway, I shall leave you in charge for the time being, don't screw anything up. Got it?"

Loran shook his head, his scales glittering underneath the morning sunshine. The bag he held accompanied with the fact their biggest concern had been dealt with, seemed odd. The bag would have been rather normal, except Valkreath rarely needed anything, and its not his style to carry things around hidden from plain view.

Loran thought back, back to a long time ago when he and Valkreath had been best of friends. Valkreath's father had also been a black dragon bent on power, where he had such a strong hate towards him, but something changed. He knew of a strange absence of the dragon, and when he returned from beyond the woods, he had changed, this change though had only distanced himself from Loran.

He knew this was all wrong, they shouldn't be attacking the kangaroo's, instead making peace with them, he knew this was the right move, but why couldn't Valkreath see that? His bodyguards are too loyal to see that, and in a way had that sadistic nature about them. Loran, his curiosity getting the better of him, decided to follow the warchief to the blacksmiths, spotting him entering the building. It seemed vacant this morning, so why was he in there? He never thought of him being into building weapons or armour.

From inside the building, Valkreath pushed the armour rack away, lifting the hatch. He drew himself in, closing the hatch behind him and descending the staircase, spotting the kangaroo, struggling, pre dripping from his caged cock.

Spotting the gigantic black dragon, Jarrah started thrashing against his bindings, rope securing his hands behind him and his feet struggling uselessly bound the way they are.

"MMFGH!" he struggled, the pink muzzle securing his snout.

Valkreath shushed him, "shush my pet, I'm only going to be here momentarily. Good news is that your village has been overrun by my men, but you don't need to worry about that anymore, all you need to worry about is if I will ever let you have cummies in that sweet little cage of yours.

Valkreath put the bag down, pulling a black suit out. "I was going to put this on you last time, but I had already tied you up and it just seemed to much of an effort. This right here is what I call a roo suit. You kangaroo never seem to hop around much anymore, but this will change that. It's a full body suit, which will secure those adorable paws in mitts and do some interesting things to your legs. Every single normal step you do will send some pain through that cock of yours, you'll find out why.

Valkreath unties the rope around the kangaroo's legs momentarily, but the overwhelming strength of the dragon is far enough to keep Jarrah from struggling too much, as the black fabric is slipped up his legs. What confused him about this suit however, was there were these black ties that went around the ankles. Next he wrestled his tail in, the black fabric hiding his coloured fur, like a second skin. His blush started to come back as the fabric was pulled over his pink cage. A zip was pulled down there however, allowing it to sneak out past the fabric.

Jarrah knew his energy would be wasted in struggling against this dragon, so he just allowed him to work, pulling the rest of the suit over his body after untying his wrists. He secured the rope back around his wrists, but left his legs untied.

"Now, watch this, you are going to hate it, but who cares you are here to please me and only me." He gripped the black ties around his ankles and tied them around his cock ring, this forced his legs into a crouch at the length of the ties.

"If you decide to straighten those legs of yours, it'll pull on that cock of yours tightly, and I mean tight, the length is just perfect for your tiny wallaby height." Jarrah experimentally pulled on the strong lace, and he felt a strong tug on his cage. He whined and tried tugging his legs free.

"Now, hop around for me and maybe I'll reward you." The thought of the reward instantly got Jarrah to his feet, but he found it extremely awkward trying to step around, almost as if he was waddling with the lace tied around his cage. Whining, he started to hop around, crouching with his large feet padding against the cold, hard floor. "God you look absolutely adorable. Maybe after I get back I'll let you nut, or maybe not we will see. See you till then you cute thing.

Whining loudly, his whines heard no ears as Valkreath ascended the stairs and closed the hatch after him, forgetting to pull the armour stand over the hatch in his bliss. His cock had been out but forced it back into his slit using some ice to avoid suspicion. Loran stood outside the blacksmith, seeing the bag he was carrying looked recognisably lighter. He entered the blacksmith, seeing the back-room door open.

Loran was confused, he saw no hints of a project in the works, or any smell of fire. Instead, he felt the grain of wood beneath his shiny white paws. "What's this?" he muttered to himself, pulling the hatch open. The entrance surprisingly was lit up, he must have gone down here recently, the torches still burning. Descending into the hatch, he heard visible whines, curious, he followed the noise further into the chamber, spotting a bound kangaroo bouncing around on two paws struggling against the suit.

"W-woah, is this what valkreath has being doing down here this entire time, wow. Umm hi?"