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Wiping away sweat from his brow, Luvian took in his hard work, holding it up so the crackling fire of his forge glinted off the newly worked metal. Nearly there, just one more turn should do it. Taking his tongs, the cooling material was shunted back into the fire to heat again, so that he could put in the finishing touches. It'd be his last order, and then he could go back to his normal routine, well almost normal. He'd have one more thing to take care of following this.

Sighing, and stretching to work out the worst of the kink in his shoulders and back, the wolfbird let his mind wander during the interval between pounding away with his hammer. He'd been a self-trained blacksmith for much of his time since he left the nest, but it had been more utilitarian and out of necessity than anything monetary related. Fixtures and tools didn't just pop out of thin air, after all. But with the incident of the dragon ruining his home, he'd had to turn to his skills as a worker of metal to pay for the various things he needed to fix his home. At least, those he couldn't find in his forest anyway.

Already he'd had to make multiple works, both functional and fancy, to make up the funds. By now there was a bit of a surplus in money, but the extra had been squirreled away just in case the unknown dragon came back, and he needed to repeat this whole process. Or for a rainy day, whichever would end up more prevalent at the time. He didn't mind working at a forge, but Luvian definitely preferred working to his own whims and schedule. Peddling his skills for others was draining his passion for the craft. He didn't understand how others could turn their hobbies and such into jobs of their own. He'd grow sick of working for demanding clients and perfectionist customers.

But now he was....mostly recovered. The ruined bedding that had been carefully built up over the years had been removed and burned, a bolt of sadness ricocheting through his heart as his tenderly attended fabrics were disposed of. Much of his funds had gone to replacing them, and while his bed felt different and mildly uncomfortable now, he was certain a month or two would make it feel just as good as his old one. The stained trinkets and surfaces had also been taken care of. Though it had gone much smoother, merely hard work, force, and careful monitoring of his stairwell as claw marks faded, talon-holes closed up, and the tree healed. Sure, his home had smelled almost excessively of sap and pine for the entire process, and even a good four days after, but he didn't mind after his nose had been forcefully exposed to dragon musk and shark arousal. It actually felt quite nice, airing out his sinuses and making his sleep free of the nightmares he'd feared he'd have after Atreus.

His reminiscing was interrupted by his internal clock, and he took up the tongs and pulled out the iron. Hammer in hand, the wolfbird went back to finishing up the job. A common sword, but it was easy and he didn't mind too much. Plus it was relaxing. The pounding of the hammer on the burning hot blade was a balm after everything he'd gone through. Letting out another puff of air, the wolfbird quickly grabbed a smaller hammer, as well as a nail, and used the tongs to maneuver the metal into place. Lining up the nail on the malleable tang, Luvian quickly pounded two holes through, before taking up his blacksmith's hammer one more time to fix anything that may have been bent by the hole-punching. Then, back into the fire it went.

His mind wandered yet again. This time to the events involving Atreus of a couple weeks ago. He'd nearly broken down sobbing the next day, if he was honest with himself. Looking at the shoulder he'd had sharp shark teeth in hadn't helped either, the wound having healed into a scarred mark within that first week. Scar-reducing cream had made that fade, and he'd taken the opportunity to check out the claim of a mark made by a dragon, using the reflection of a rather still pond he enjoyed fishing at. There'd been none, that he could see anyway, but the fact that Atreus had been so sure still gnawed at him, and he was planning on visiting Kyzyr again later this week to settle things.

The fucking smart-ass shark had been still as annoying as ever last week. Luvian couldn't help but feel dirty from all the hard forge labor, and so had steeled himself and gone to visit that forsaken river once again. It had been another shameful experience, though thankfully without any sort of potion or toy, and though Atreus seemed....peeved at the lack of a bite mark, he'd not said anything beyond more of his usual teasing. It had taken him much of the evening to recover from that...excursion, and a longer bath session that thankfully had gone uninterrupted since their...meeting.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Luvian pulled out the once-more heated blade, and sunk it into the trough of clean, lukewarm water he'd set up. Listening to the hiss of iron meeting water, the interaction itself hidden beneath the billowing steam. He let it sit for a few minutes, taking the time to shovel some mud onto the forge fire. This was the last job, and there were no plans in his mind to use his forge for a good couple of weeks at least. No reason to have the fire going, and risk burning down his forest and home.

Pulling the unfinished sword free, he looked down it's length, as well as the flat of the blade. Relying on his heritage to pick out any potential imperfections. No warps, cracks, or other damning flaws caught his eye. Good. Now for the final test. Picking up a file, he ran it down the unsharpened metal. The sound made him smile. It was hard. He could move on. A previously shaped crossguard was slid down the tang until it reached the base of the blade, before the tang itself was sandwiched between two wooden blocks, and pins pounded into place to hold it together. Another test. Nothing wiggled or seemed loose, so he picked up a quite different set of tools. Time to give his work an edge, and the handle a shape.

Several hours later, Luvian leaned back, groaning as he pressed his paws into his back and cracked his back. It was done. The finished product lay gleaming on the workbench, and he was ready to bring it into Forest's Edge later this week. He could relax now, and prepare for his confrontation with Kyzyr. Hopefully Atreus was lying to mess with his head, but he had to be sure. Maybe then his mind would quiet down once this was over.....god he wished Jeva would get back, he needed a friend.

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Nervously, Luvian approached the potion store. His sword had been dropped off, his work paid, and now he was ready. Well, as ready as he was ever going to be confronting a dragon. He didn't have armor, nor the materials for it, but he'd armed himself with a knife sheathed at the small of his back, hidden under his vest, and he was comfortably sure his smaller, faster frame could make use of it against the larger drake. Though he wasn't even sure he needed the weapon, nor to prepare for a fight. After all, Kyzyr had been nothing but polite and professional when they'd met last. But the weight of the dagger comforted his uneasy thoughts, and so he'd brought it. Stopping before the door, he took a deep breath, giving a moment to his frayed nerves, before opening the door and stepping inside. Showtime.

The blue-scaled dragon had his back turned when the hybrid entered his store, but the jingle of the attached bell had the bulky male turning around, a wide grin that seemed to grow toothier as he saw his newest customer. Arms spread wide in a friendly greeting as Luvian approached the counter. "My favorite wolfbird! How have you been, Luvian? Didn't expect to see you for another week at least." Bringing his arms back down, Kyzyr leaned on the counter, still looking pleased, as he looked down at the approaching hybrid. "So, what can I do for you this time? Need some other potion? Want to talk about what I sold you? Sorry, but that's a trade secret, I don't give that kind of information out to my customers. It'd make me go out of business!"

'As boisterous as the first time...' Luvian thought wryly, taking a couple more steps forward to hide his lower half from view, one arm moving to rest on the sheath of his knife. He wanted to be prepared should things go south. "No," he said, shaking his head lightly, "Nothing like that. Though I do have a question for you, Kyzyr. Just wanted to clear something up. I'll be back next week though, depending on the answer." Did the drake's muzzle flare? No, he was just breathing normally. He really needed to stop scaring himself all the time when it came to the potioneer. Remember, Atreus could be lying. "I was... talking... to somebody a couple weeks ago, and it involved you, so I wanted to get both sides of the story. You see, they said I had a... brand or something you'd put on my back. And well, I... wanted to see if you knew anything about it, considering I can't see anything like that, and you're involved."

That grin seemed to fade a bit before growing ever wider, the blue-scaled bulk of the drake almost looming over him now. "Hmmm, now...that's a new one." Kyzyr mused, eyes flicking up and down, drilling into Luvian's body in a seeming examination. "Don't know anything about a mark, though I can't see under that vest. Would you be fine taking it off for a second? Assuming he said where it was, of course, I don't need my customers stripping naked, after all." Gulping, Luvian nodded, sheathing his dagger once again to avoid antagonizing the shopkeep. "Y-Yeah, he said it was on my back shoulder...." Turning around, he pulled his vest off his upper body, letting the sleeves hang on his lower arms, baring his upper back as he turned around, wings partially spread for a better view. "Like I said, I just want to get your side. I don't think you'd mark me....after all, I'm not a pet, and you don't seem a person who'd do this. But I just want to be sure you know?"

He could almost sense the dragon nodding, a hum almost like a growl in his chest while his eyes raked over his exposed fur. He could nearly feel the burning gaze, sweat beading under his neck fur as he grew nervous as time went on. There was a muffled thump, a small curse that made him glance back to see Kyzyr seemingly getting up after hitting something in a bad way, but he turned back before their eyes could meet. It was a long five minutes before one of them next spoke, the wolfbird growing steadily more paranoid as time went on. "Nope, I don't see anything, Luvian. Think you may want to confront your source on that, it looks like they're trying to trick you."

Sighing with relief, Luvian shrugged his vest back on and turned around, smiling gently. "Thanks. Sorry about all that, it's just that it was gnawing on me all week, and I kind of got impatient to solve it. I'll come back next week for sure then to pick up that next dose. It really helped, I didn't get into any problems with dragons all week." Picking up a bit of a joking tone, his smile turned a bit lopsided. "Best be careful, Kyzyr. Or else I just might figure out what you put in my potions to save me the travel and coin!" And with that, the wolfbird turned around once again, striding for the store's door. Knife secure in its sheath, unused. Now he just had to confront Atreus again... this time while fully rested, and see why the shark would tell such falsehoods.

So deeply immersed in his plot to yet again fight the fish, Luvian didn't register the sounds of shifting furniture and the clink of claws. Regulating it to background noise that Kyzyr did between customers. Restocking shelves, fronting potions, that sort of thing. He was corrected of his notion when the much larger male tackled him, knocking him to the ground andhis head sent banging against the floorboards. Groaning, he clutched at his head, pain throbbing in his skull before he registered his talons being grabbed, and his prone form dragged. Squinting against the light and glinting scales in his eyes, the wolfbird fumbled for his blade, pulling it out and swinging widely. Sparks flew as steel dragged against dragon scales, before a loud *SNAP* rang in the small shop as Luvian brought it down in a wide arc, the blade catching between two scales and breaking off at the pommel. The forged weapon had ended up as no match for natural armor.

Both of them froze. Ironically, both with identical looks of shock over their faces, though for entirely different reasons. Kyzyr recovered first, claws gripping harder around the wolfbird's ankles as he pulled the hybrid towards him, proceeding to reach down and grip him by the throat. Paws scrabbling at the fingers that clutched him there (this was annoyingly familiar, Luvian thought dazedly), while the seemingly unfazed dragon brought him to eye level, a breath of hot air escaping his muzzle and ruffling his fur as the drake snorted. "You," Kyzyr commented matter-of-factly, like one would when they were discussing the weather, "Are lucky you're so cute. But I'm gonna be punishing you for that, pet."

Snarling wordlessly, the dangling male went from fruitlessly scratching at the cobalt hand around his throat to kicking his talons, outstretched to score lines across the drake's belly. It didn't seem to do much, but the scales were thinner there, and the wolfbird got some sense of satisfaction as he saw lines of red well up in their wake. Though the drake disagreed, based on his own muzzle contorting, before he nearly tossed the furred hybrid over the counter, vaulting over it himself to pin Luvian against it with a leg, keeping him pressed in an uncomfortable position against the shape that separated shopkeep and shopper. It was humiliating, especially since it had been made for a taller being, and so he was completely hidden beneath it. Something Kyzyr quickly noticed, based on the grin returning to his mouth.

"Sadly I can't train you tonight, I've got a store to run." He muttered, tail wrapping around his leg to slide over Luvian's shoulder. "But I've got an idea to show you why trying to harm me won't end well." And with that, his tail pressed down. Right where Atreus had said there was a mark, despite both his inability to see it, and Kyzyr's denial over it. And he froze. Not literally of course, nor in the traditional sense where somebody stops in their current position, and is unable to be moved. It was more like....his brain and muscles were no longer communicating. Because no matter what he commanded his body to do, it didn't do it. Just relaxed, and pliantly did whatever the stupid dragon had him do.

In this specific case, there was no verbal component. Kyzyr just arranged his limbs, and no matter what he did or screamed in his head, nothing happened. Only his eyes obeyed him, and he could only glare at the drake in betrayal and disbelief as he was stuffed under the counter, not even the tips of his ears showing, pressed face first against the potion stained apron that didn't even appear ruffled from the pounce and vault. Desperately trying to break his strange bonds. All of that, and the dragon merely gave him a little pat on the head, before moving his apron to the side. And the wolfbird's golden eyes widened in horror.

Despite the utter lack of scent and shape, apparently the drake had used his potion knowledge to hide any potential from the world. The trapped musk and heat was released in an almost visible miasma, Luvian forced to breathe it in, stuck staring at that throbbing, ridged thing pointed at him. The low chuckle of the once believed 'safe' Kyzyr echoed above him, even as he reached down and wrapped one clawed hand around it's girth, jerking himself off until several drops of pre beaded at it's tip. Personally, he wanted to pull back, crawl out from under the counter, and flee, but....where to? The blue scaled beast clearly knew where he lived, based on the incident after the potion. And even that made him suffer another wave of shame as he realized he should have put this together earlier. He drank a potion from a dragon potioneer, and passed out to wake up bloated with dragon cum. How could he be so blind...

Unknowing or uncaring of the inner turmoil in the bound male, Kyzyr levered opened the muzzle of the wolfbird, and fed his spire, hot and throbbing with desire, into the open hole. Soon it was hitting the back of his throat, and though he found himself with enough base control to make noise at the feeling of his air being cut off, he couldn't pull away. Especially as the blue legs of his captor walked forward, pushing his head back until it bumped against the wooden base of the counter, that damnable dexterous tail retreating from his apparently truly marked shoulder, with a disheartening lack of movement despite the ceasing of contact, to nudge his unresisting head upward, the tip poking further against his throat as his body protested. Followed by the appendage wrapping around his muzzle to close it tight, though not enough to bite. More like enough to give the dragon a more pleasurable experience. And didn't he just want to shudder at the thought.

He wanted his control back. He wanted the taste of pre and cock out of his muzzle, the scent of dragon arousal and musk away from his nostrils. Sadly he couldn't seem to be allowed any of his wants. No matter how much he demanded his muscles to just flex goddammit, he was forced to sit there like a toy as his mouth was used. The voice above his humiliation, responsible for it all, rumbling above him again. "I'll let you rest there for a bit, pet. Give you a bit of a reminder who's in charge while I deal with customers. Don't worry, mirth rippling through the mocking words as that clawed hand gave his head another pat, "If you're good, I'll make sure to explain some things, and make sure you get fed right." But before Kyzyr could continue his mortification of the wolfbird, the ring of the door made him refocus, and push his hips against the counter to hide the hybrid as another customer came in.

Meanwhile, Luvian could only close his eyes and make muffled noises as the dragon continued his business like nothing was wrong. Every sound drowned out by the loud drake and the quieter, unknown individual purchasing potions or haggling. Wondering how long he'd be stuck with the ridged shaft stuffing his muzzle and stretching his jaws. It felt like an eternity, but soon the jingle of the door reached his ears once more. He was alone with Kyzyr once more. Something that did not go unmentioned by the arrogant, prideful male. "Alone again, pet, though I think you'll come to relish these periods of togetherness soon enough." Smirking, he drew back, giving a small amount of relief before slamming his hips against his grey-furred muzzle. Golden eyes watering as his throat was opened up, and the cock shoved down his gullet. Bulging his neck as each ridge popped past his lips and slid over his tongue. The only thing he could even consider a positive was that the taste of Kyzyr's precum became muted as the gushing tip moved past his mouth. Though really nothing about this whole situation could even remotely be considered a positive.

The bell jingled again, and the rough face-fucking instantly stopped. Unfortunately, it stopped with Luvian's face pressed right up against the dragon's crotch, and his breath was already feeling muted. Muffled noises became even more muffled as time went on, the conversation moving from words, to sounds, to muffled vibrations. Black spots swam... he nearly fell unconscious... only for the shaft to remove itself from his throat in time with the jingle. Almost sounding like a sarcastic 'Congratulations, you nearly passed out on a cock!' to Luvian's ears. It seemed to have broken whatever magic held him though, his body convulsing as he coughed and gasped in sweet, sweet air. But before he could free himself, that damnable tail was tapping his shoulder again, and he was quickly frozen once more. He wanted to scream, to shout. But all he could have was tears as his jaw was opened again. He closed his eyes. Only to feel a potion fed into his muzzle, the tail trailing over his throat to make him swallow. He didn't even know what it did. Only that Kyzyr had fed it to him without explanation. The only thing the drake seemed to be doing now was panting in lust.

The situation quickly returned to normal, well, the previous normal anyway. Scaly hips slamming against a furry muzzle of an incapacitated wolfbird. Only this time the dragon was already halfway to climax, and right as he came to it, the seemingly cock-blocking bell was ringing once again. It was apparently a busy day. Not that it stopped Kyzyr from repeating the previous incident, and holding himself against Luvian's muzzle. With the addition of cum flooding down his throat and into his belly, forced directly into his stomach with how deep he was forced to take the shaft. On the other hand, the potion's effects had apparently kicked in. There were no bodily complaints of oxygen deprivation. No blackness, no fading of senses. Just the sensation of hot seed pooling in his gut. It was not a comforting sensation.

The third customer left, and Kyzyr pulled back again. "That's a good boy....taking every last drop. Plus, it's a nice meal for you to get fed!" He was grinning smugly again. Luvian wanted to scratch it off. "But I think I'll have to amend my plan. Don't think I can drag you back and get you set up before the next customer shows up. So I'm gonna do something else. Hope you enjoy!" And with that, his cum-slickened length was stuffed back down the wolfbird's gullet, and the face-fucking resumed.

Luvian lost track of how many customers Kyzyr had, how many times he'd been stuck feeling cum flood down his throat. He'd lost count after 3 or so, having tiredly believed that there was no way the dragon could have that much build up. The asshat must have drunk a potion or something, seems like they were far lewder than he'd originally thought, if he had all these differently-working elixirs. However, the hybrid wasn't watching anymore. Tired of just seeing hips slam against him, seeing those accursed blue scales before him, he'd shut them what seemed like several hours ago. Early on he'd hoped that the action would maybe make him sleep through this, but he'd not had it occur. So he just waited for the end. Feeling more and more cum flood into his gut.

Finally, he felt Kyzyr pull back out of his muzzle. Prying his eyes open, he saw the drake's legs walking away from him, angling around the counter. A small part of him wondered how the dragon wasn't even looking wobbly after the numerous orgasms, over what felt like several hours. The rest of him ruthlessly squashed that part of him, called it treasonous, and refocused his attention on escaping before Kyzyr came back. That same treasonous part of him pointed out the jerk knew where he lived, therefore escape wasn't possible, but it was ignored. He was leaving, and no dissent within his mind was allowed on that point. Taking a deep breath, holding his breath to hold back the belch of cum-scented air that threatened to leave, Luvian stood.

Well, he tried to stand, anyway. There was a large weight keeping his legs pinned and his center of gravity low to the ground. One he finally noticed after several complaints from his gut. All that cum that had been endlessly pumped down his throat had pooled into his belly, and now it was stretched and groaning from the strain. Not enough for pain, but definitely enough for mild discomfort. Luvian himself felt a bolt of distress at seeing his formally toned and muscled middle so rounded and sloshy, an errant paw poking at the liquid load and watching his fur ripple lightly in mild horror. Oh.....god.....how much seed did Kyzyr put in him...

Shaking his head, he pushed his arms under his gut and hefted it, using the newfound freedom of his talons and the change in weight distribution to awkwardly get to his feet. Cautiously slipping his arms free, and quickly grabbing at the countertop behind him when he nearly fell forward as the orb of his cum-glutted gut sloshed back down, hanging over his waist with it's load. A couple slow steps away from the counter proved fruitful, albeit slow going, but he could move. And so he did. One slow step in front of the other, one ear alert for the sounds of Kyzyr, his eyes both watching the doorway to the back and his peripherals. There had to be a door back this way, and it still sounded like Kyzyr was busy. Doing what, he didn't know. The lack of a shop run by himself did not make him knowledgeable in the processes of closing it.

One paw reached out and grabbed the door frame, and he pulled himself towards it, resting against one of the sides as he lightly panted with exertion. It wasn't easy with all this added weight. God....how was he gonna get rid of all this? It meant another river trip, and he did not need Atreus' commentary or demanded payment after all this. Suddenly, he saw it. A door that was leaking daylight around its edges. His escape route. Ears swiveling forward in excitement, he got up from his lean and sloshed his way towards it as fast as he could. Almost there.

And of course, with his damnable luck, that was when Kyzyr walked up behind him and grabbed his scruff. Lifting him just far enough off the ground (somehow, probably some bullshit dragon thing) so that his talons lazily kicked above the ground, sad eyes staring at how close he was to escape. A small whine of despair leaving his throat as he felt the drake drag them both to the ground, until they were sitting down in Kyzyr's storeroom, wolfbird placed in the scaly male's lap. Personally, he hated it even more, since he could feel the drake's half-erect shaft placed squarely against his rump. Hadn't enough been done to him today already? Why couldn't he be let go.....

The hand not still wrapped around his scruff began playing with his ear, and he flinched away, letting them lie flat against his head. It got a small chuckle and croon out of his captor. "Awwww, pet, don't be like that. I can't you leave, you haven't gotten the training you need. You're mine now, after all. I can't have you disobeying me." Luvian snarled, opening his mouth to curse out the delusional drake. Only for that stroking hand to return, and clip something around his neck. With one trembling paw, the wolfbird reached up and felt what it was.

A collar. A fucking pet-oriented, thrice-cursed collar.

He flipped. Turning around and screaming in Kyzyr's face, eyes wild as he wrapped his claws around whatever soft, non-erotic place he could find to bleed the other male dry. Words were articulated, somewhere, within his meltdown of a rant, but much of it escaped his higher brain functions. It was mostly just cursing him out. There was a sick sense of pride at watching the drake have his smile wiped off his hace and turned into a frown, to see frustration and annoyance twinkle in his eyes. Served him right, he wasn't gonna give the bastard any sympathy.

Kyzyr snapped his claws, and Luvian choked on his latest insult, throat closing up as the marks on his shoulders that had been so silently trailing up his collarbone and onto the leather of the collar itself, glowed. His eyes wide as he pawed at the collar, mouth moving despite the lack of sound, though his breath was not impeded. The clawed hand returned to his ear, toying with it, keeping it within its grip as the dragon's hot breath blew across it. "That's not a very good boy, is it? With some dragons, that little display would be grounds for dismissal to their guts, or thrown to some more.....feral beasties. But I'm not that kind of a drake, little birdie. Plus, there's so many other options I can choose from..."

The growl at the end made him shudder in fear, not that his fur wasn't standing on end already from the subtle threat that had come before it. Mustering his strength, he threw himself forward, tearing his scruff out of Kyzyr's hand. But that just left him choking around the leather digging into his throat, the dragon having near-lazily switched to wrapping a finger around the collar, keeping Luvian stuck in his lap. And with a twitching shaft beneath his rump, one that made him freeze and another chuckle to vibrate the chest he was pressed against. "Don't worry, I'm done testing your capacity for the day. Though I do hope we can get you carrying more than this, it's such a cute look on you. Now, I want you to drink this, and I'll let you talk again, okay?"

A potion was dangled before him, white and incandescent in the evening light. Luvian stared at it, bit his lip. He wanted to talk....but there was no telling what the potion would do. Was it worth the risk, playing Kyzyr's games, letting him win? He wasn't sure it was. He ducked his head, shook his head a bit to deny the potion. He'd find another way to get his voice back. One that didn't involve suspect potions. A sigh sounded out above him, sounding full of disappointment. Like it was his fault, making part of him feel guilty until he squashed that as violently as he had done the other part of him before. There was no reason to feel guilty over disobeying Kyzyr.

Clucking and shaking his head, the dragon in question stuck a finger between Luvian's lips, forcing open his jaws despite his denial. The potion uncorked, and poured down his throat, the other part of the drake's hand rubbing against his neck to make him swallow reflexively, despite his resistance. It was cold, like ice as it traveled down his gullet, making the wolfbird shudder as it moved. Until it reached the cum glorping quietly in the hybrid. Then it got hot, sweat beading his brow as he clutched his roiling, burning belly. The hand at his ear going on to pet him like a puppy. "Shhhhhh, it's okay, pet. This will help you, I should have said something. I'm sorry. I'll even be nice," he continued, resting his head on Luvian's, letting go of the wolfbird's collar to clutch at one of those gray paws. "I'll even let you talk again, we got off to such a bad start after all..."

The first sound Luvian made after getting his voice back was a whimper, pawing at his belly with his free hand as he stared down at it. The heat seemed to crescendo, sweat dripping from his brow and down his neck, before beginning to fade. Along with something else. Each degree that the heat seemed to dissipate meant another shrink in his gut, his talons and legs steadily becoming more visible as time went on. His free paw still clutching at his middle in a mix of shock and fear. Before he yelped as Kyzyr stood, his own paws instinctively wrapping around the drake's thick neck as the other male's arms wrapped around him from below. The smug bastard smirking down at him as he moved towards, and up, the stairs.

"See? Not so bad, pet. Just gotta get you situated in your new room, and I'll let you rest. That sound good? I think you deserve some, after how much you went through this afternoon."

The jerk sounded like his was fucking with him still, but he didn't have much choice, wrapped in Kyzyr's arms like this, though he was quick to pull his own arms away from the sapphire male's neck and cross them huffily. Though all it got was another small laugh. The top of the stairs had a small hallway that contained three doors. The one directly across from the stairwell had a couple potion stains and smelled strongly of herbs, so it was probably where Kyzyr made all his potions. Made sense, since he hadn't seen anything that would be considered such in the storeroom or shop area on the ground floor. The second door just looked normal, but he couldn't get much of a look as he had already been carried through the third door. Luvian took in his surroundings and grimaced. It looked like a small, less fancy harem room. There were a couple of pillows and blankets spread out across the one corner opposite the door, surrounding a fancy chair like where the 'master' would sit. A mirror was hung on the wall to his left, new-looking and placed adjacent to a dresser that had a couple beauty products on top, all looking like fancy crap he'd never been interested in using. He looked to his right. There was a chest opposite the mirror, containing what he did not know. But otherwise, that side of the room was pretty bare.

Kyzyr put him down before the mirror, and quickly began to rumble in appreciation. It made him freeze up, before he saw himself in the mirror, and his horror mounted, leaving him to whirl around and scream again at the drake. He'd...that potion.....

Luvian was no longer the slender, lithe figure he'd been so proud of. Now, he could be classified under what he'd heard some people call 'pear-shaped,' Mostly when talking about women (which stung at his masculinity a bit). His hips bowed outward, curving back in as his thickened thighs curved back in to meet up with the taloned portions of his legs. And while he wasn't able to get a good look, he could already tell his rump curved outwards as well. Already he could feel Kyzyr groping at it, making his poor rear jiggle with all the added weight that potion had given him. Tears brimming in his eyes as he pounded on Kyzyr's chest, cursing him and screaming at him harder than he had before.

There was no snap of claws to end his tirade, no commentary from the dragon. Instead, the chest behind Kyzyr creaked open under the power of the scaly tail, swishing across the top layer of various toys before spearing through the gaps of one in particular. The appendage ben around to deposit it in one hand, and the drake moved. His free hand wedged open Luvian's jaws again, the wolfbird snarling wordlessly as he shook his head in an attempt to free it from the dragon's grasp. It didn't work, fingers simply digging lightly into parts of the hybrid's muzzle to keep him in place. The other hand pushed the toy he'd grabbed into those open jaws. It was a ballgag. Kyzyr wedged it behind Luvian's teeth, turned it to get it into proper position, and used his tail to smush Luvian against his toned belly. Letting him free his hand to grab the straps and secure it behind his head. Tight enough he couldn't shake it loose, but not enough to dig into the corners of his jaw, but also preventing him from speaking. He whined.

"I'm sorry pet," Kyzyr cooed soothingly. "I don't want to do this, but you've got to control your mouth, and your collar is for harsher punishments. Think of this as training." Pulling away, the drake got more business-like. "Now, I don't want you to continue this behavior, pet. It's not very good for you to employ that kind of language, especially with those trying to be nice to you. Now, I'm gonna leave you alone for the rest of the day, but I'm locking the door and makingsure it's shut until tomorrow when I want to talk to you. Okay?"

Luvian looked away, crossing his arms angrily, as he stared into the bare wooden wall like he could burn it down and escape. Kyzyr sighed again, gave Luvian another pat on the head, and left. The door clicked shut behind him, and the rattle of the lock proved the dragon true. Barely a minute later, and the wolfbird was scrabbling at his collar and the gag, looking for some type of latch or clasp that could be undone, and the offending items taken off his body. Not much he could do about the physical changes yet (he put the image he'd seen of his current shape in a dark corner of his mind so he could ignore it) but if he could just get these damn things off of him he'd have some relief.

But there was no clasp or hinge. Nothing on either object denoting how Kyzyr secured them in the first place. Almost like magic. And it probably was, knowing the affinity the fuckers had for the art. He'd assumed that much of his captor's talent had gone into potion-making, but apparently he'd learned, or knew, just enough to bind a innocent soul to him as some sort of sex pet. His paws dropped limply to his sides as that thought hit him about it being magic, the tears returning to his eyes. Maybe...he could sleep. Hope this was all a crazy dream from some fucked up corner of his mind.

Plodding over to the corner, he sank into the cushions. They felt like his old ones, maybe not in shape or pattern, but definitely in softness. And as the light flickered from the barred window on the wall, it made the shadow of the throne-like chair to cast over him while he laid there. Casting him in darkness and reminding him of Kyzyr's planned roll for him.

And all Luvian could think to do was bury his face in a pillow, and let the tears that had been brimming in his eyes begin to fall. Trapped, bound, and no idea how to escape.