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Dawning (by Mr Foxy Paws)

'Thanks again for a lovely birthday meal, booboo,' said Kye, shutting the front door behind them as the dragon master and his pet skunk entered their house. 'It's been a brilliant evening, pet.'

'Actually, I bought you a surprise present, Master.'

'You did?'

'It's upstairs on my room. I'll go and get it. I ... I hope you like it.'

'Gosh, you're too generous, hun,' said Kye.

'It's really nothing much,' said the little skunk. He paused, and then added, 'I just hope that it's OK.'

'I'm sure it will be. You run upstairs and get it, and I'll be in the sitting room.'

*

'Here you are, Master,' said the skunk, standing before his dragon owner who had settled himself down on the sofa. The little pet handed his furry white master a small but neatly wrapped gift; it was carefully sealed in dark purple paper festooned with rainbow-coloured cartoon dragons.

'Dawww, dragon paper? You think of everything, pet.'

'Go on, open it then!'

'Hold on, can I try to guess what it is, first?'

'If you like.'

'Hmm, well it's not very large. And' - the dragon weighed the parcel in his paw - 'it's fairly heavy for its size. And it's not very rigid.'

'Nooo.'

'Is it a some kind of game?'

'No.'

'Something for the house?'

'No.'

'Um, hmm, something for my artwork?'

'Wrong again.'

'Tricky, tricky.' The dragon stroked his white furry chin, thinking hard. 'Ah, is it an item of clothing?'

'Kinda.'

'It's something to wear, yes?'

Silence.

'Pet?'

'Yes, Master, it's something you wear.'

'Hey, it's not one of those new chain belts?'

'No.'

The dragon bounced the package up and down in his hand. 'It feels like one of those new chain belts. Is it a set of chains and buckles to wear if we go out to one of those Goth evenings?'

'No. Oh, I do hope you won't be disappointed, Master.'

'It's a chain of some sort, right?'

The little skunk nodded.

'It's not handcuffs is it though?'

The little skunk shook his head.

'Hmm, nope, you've got me beaten, little booboo. I've no idea what it can be. A chain, but not a belt, not a Goth chain, and not handcuffs. Is it some other kind of restraint?'

'Maybe you'd better just open it, Master,' said the skunk, playing nervously with his paws.

The small stripy skunk took a cautious step back and watched his dragon master cut the wrapping paper open with the deft glide of a sharp purple claw. Out of the package spilled a few inches of bright and shiny chain.

'It's a chain?' asked the dragon.

'Unwrap it all.'

The dragon slid his claw across the top of the parcel and peeled back the paper to reveal its contents.

Silence. Somewhere outside, in the distance, a dog barked.

'W-Well?' asked the skunk.

'It's ... It's a leash?'

'It's a collar and leash. And not just any kind of collar and leash. The collar is made from finest leather - just smell it - and it's embossed with your name. The leash was the most expensive one in the shop, too, with a leather grip and polished diamond-cut steel links.'

'You bought me, your master, a collar and leash?'

'Y-Yes, Master. D-Don't you remember, a few months ago, you said that one day you might want to try being sub for the night and I replied that would never happen because I don't have any dom in me?'

'Yes, now that you mention it, I do recall that conversation,' replied the dragon. 'I said that one day I might want to try being sub. But, honestly pet, I'm more than happy being in charge.'

'I-I thought it would be a nice surprise for you, Master,' said the small skunk, his voice quivering as he struggled to fight back tears.

The white furry dragon put the birthday gift down, and sighed. 'I'm sure you meant well, pet. I'm just one hundred percent dom, that's all.'

'You could still try it on?' asked the little skunk hopefully. 'Just to see how it looks?'

'All right, all right, I'll try it on,' said the dragon, circling the thick walnut-brown collar about his neck and closing the buckle.

'And the leash as well?' said the skunk, the faintest trace of a hint of a shadow of a smile lining his muzzle.

'And the leash as well,' agreed the dragon, taking one end of the heavy silver-link chain and fastening it to the D-ring at the front of the collar. The chain felt cold, and was surprisingly heavy. And it tugged... It tugged? The dragon looked up.

'Off the sofa,' said his pet.

'Wha-?'

'Off the sofa,' his pet replied, pulling the chain harder. 'And on the floor, now!' he continued, pausing a few moments before concluding: 'Bitch!'

Even to this day the dragon master can't be sure what caused him to climb off from the sofa and get down on all fours; perhaps he was just humouring the little skunk, or perhaps the surprise tone of authority in his pet's voice caught him by surprise, but the most likely explanation seemed to be that the weight of the sturdy chain leash fixed to the wide leather collar fastened about his neck must have triggered some deep, latent desire to submit. In any event -

'Upstairs, now, bitch!' his pet ordered, giving the leash another yank and leading the dragon out of the room towards the staircase.

*

'Now what?' asked the fully-clothed dragon, waiting patiently beside the bed, still on all fours.

'Hush now!' replied the skunk, who had sat down on the edge of the bed. 'Let me think.'

'If you're going to dom me, then dom me, don't just leave me standing here. Well, waiting here.'

The little skunk, who was still holding one end of the leash in his right paw, pulled the dragon towards him.

'Oww, that hurt!'

The skunk peered down from his vantage point on the bed, lifting the chain upwards so that the dragon was forced to lift his head back and look up at him. 'If I say "hush", I mean "hush", bitch,' said the skunk in an ominously quiet voice.

'Now don't go getting ideas above your -'

The little skunk reached out with his left paw and grabbed a clump of his master's hair, pulling it gently but firmly backwards so that his dragon master had to tilt his head even further backwards. 'Do you understand the word "hush", bitch?' asked the skunk, in the same menacingly soft tone.

The dragon swallowed, and - as best he could in the circumstances - nodded that yes he understood.

'Good,' replied the skunk, patting down the yanked tufts of hair. 'Good.'

The little skunk tapped his master playfully on the muzzle. 'Awww, master looks so cute, especially on all fours. Mind you, I think he'd look even cuter without any clothes on.'

The dragon didn't move.

'Cuter ... without ... any clothes on,' repeated the skunk, pausing between the words.

Slowly, reluctantly, the dragon unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.

'And the rest.'

'But -'

The skunk gathered his end of the leash in his palm, as if to tug it once again; the action didn't go unnoticed and the dragon rapidly slipped off his trousers and socks leaving himself sporting just a pair of white boxer shorts.

'Can I trust you off the leash?' asked the skunk.

'Yes.'

'Yes what?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Yes sir?'

'Yes, Master.'

'Better,' said the skunk. 'Now I'm gonna unclip the lead and you're going to behave, all right?' The little skunk unfastened the leash and moved the collar a few inches to and fro on his master's neck, checking that it wasn't too tight. 'Good. Now, turn around.'

The skunk watched as his master, on all fours, shuffled around on the floor.

'Present ... tail-hole!' barked the skunk, as if a sergeant major running the drill on a parade ground.

The dragon lowered his head to the floor and raised his butt in the air.

'Boxers ... down!'

'Really, this is -'

But the dragon never finished his complaint, because the small striped pet finished it for him with a hard slap to his master's upturned rump. 'There's plenty more where that came from, bitch boi!' said the skunk. 'Now, boxers down!'

The dragon reached back with both his white furry paws, and pulled his boxing shorts down to his knees. The skunk reached down and removed them entirely. 'Now, spread 'em!' he commanded.

The dragon spread his legs.

'More!'

The dragon edged his rear paws a few inches further apart.

'Better!'

The dragon heard what sounded like flies being unzipped and trousers being dropped behind him, and he turned his head around to look back, curious as to what was happening. 'Eyes front, bitch!' cried the skunk, slapping his master's rump once more. The dragon turned to face forwards, and waited, trying to figure out what his pet was doing. The answer was somewhat obvious, and confirmation came a few seconds later in the form of cold lube running down the dragon's crack between his round creamy butt cheeks. 'Here's my other surprise gift for you,' laughed the skunk, as the dragon felt a warm and very thick cock-head probing his hind quarters. 'This time it's a large present...'

'Please. Please, Mr Skunk, be gentle with me,' said the dragon.

'Oooh, is the dragon nervous? Does it fear cock?' teased the skunk, using both paws to part his master's butt cheeks in search of the elusive tail-hole of pleasure. The dragon whimpered as he felt his puckered hole suddenly exposed to the fresh air. 'Or does it like cock, does it want cock?' jeered the skunk, guiding his rigid member up and over the tight and innocent tail-hole, and leaning slightly forward.

The dragon whined, feeling the pressure being applied, feeling the skunk's cock straining to enter him.

'Beg for it, bitch!'

'Huh?'

'Beg for it, slut!' repeated the skunk, adjusting his position and leaning further forward ready for entry.

'Fuck me.'

'Say it like you mean it, bitch boi!'

'Fuck me, Master. Take me, fuck me!'

'Go on,' encouraged the skunk.

'Fuck me hard, Master. I'm just a bitch boi slut, Master. A cum bucket. A whore. Fuck me hard and deep, Master. I need it. I deserve it, Master. Take me. Fuck my hole with your giant cock, Master, Fu- Ohhh jeeez. Oh Oh Ohhhhh,' cried the dragon, his desperate pleading suddenly overtaken by delivery of what he begged for as his pet made a final push and penetrated the dragon's yielding hole.

Next, the dragon felt two skunk paws grab his hips, and his pet was thrusting, establishing a rhythm, faster, harder, deeper; faster, harder, deeper; harder, deeper, deeper.

'Oh Oh Oh. Fuck fuck fuck. Awww fuckity fuckity fuck fuck. Oh, yes! Oh!'

The dragon felt a swift smack against his right buttock, and then felt a paw grasp his hair and pull his head back a few inches; a few seconds later, he felt his skunk pet leaning down over him to whisper in his ear: 'You need a good fucking, bitch boi?'

'Yes, Master. Fuck me, Master. Take me! Use me! Cum inside me!'

'Don't worry, I will, bitch boi!' replied the skunk, and the dragon felt him lean back upright and resume his pounding, pounding, pounding. The seconds, the minutes, and seemingly the hours passed as the dragon entered another world, a new world, of pain and pleasure and humiliation and ecstasy and ... and ... and suddenly he became aware of the hammering, pounding, and thrusting slowing to almost a halt; then a single, slow thrust; and another single, slow thrust; and the dragon felt a tightening in his tail-hole as the skunk's cock thickened yet further, and twitched, and twitched again. Finally, the dragon master, buck naked, on all fours, collar fastened about his neck, muzzle bowed down towards the carpet, rump raised and presented high in the air, felt four, five and then a sixth large lashing of cum fire deep inside him. Moments later, an exhausted skunk was lying down across the dragon's back, panting. 'That ... That was good,' said the skunk.

'Fuck, oh fuck me, yes. Jeez, I'm never going to be able to sit down again after that, booboo,' said the dragon as the small skunk pulled himself free. 'Oh, wow, that was really good pet. I can see why you enjoy it. Thank you.' The dragon settled back on his haunches ready to stand up.

'What are you doing?'

'You're done ... aren't you?'

'Turn around.'

The dragon returned to his position on all fours and shuffled around to face his skunk pet; or, rather, to face his skunk pet's massive and cum-covered member which was already growing firm once more.

'I think you should clean up the mess you made, bitch boi.'

The dragon licked his lips.

The little skunk reached down and wrapped a paw around his cock, holding it firm and pulling back the foreskin to reveal a plump and glistening crimson head; the whole organ was covered with strings of skunk semen, and yet more was beginning to emerge and drip down from its tip.

'Well?'

The dragon shuffled forwards and knelt before the skunk, placed both paws around the pet's proud erection, and worked his tongue along the firm shaft, cleaning up the cum.

'Good dragon, good dragon,' cooed the skunk, ruffling his master's hair. 'Lick it all up.'

The dragon continued, working his tongue around the skunk's swollen beast, clearing every drop of salty white cum; then, the master lapped at the cock-head, around and under the rim, and across the very tip. In response, the target of his attentions grew thicker and twitched further upwards.

'I think it needs to be sucked clean, don't you, bitch boi?'

The dragon paused, gulped, licked his lips, took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide and leaned forwards, swallowing the throbbing member.

'You can do better than that,' said the skunk, cupping a paw behind the dragon's head and pulling him closer.

'Mmph,' grunted the dragon, his muzzle being forced right up to the furry base of his pet's cock.

'Better! Now, I think you know what's expected of you, yes?'

'MmHmm,' agreed the dragon.

'Go on then.'

The dragon pulled back, his lips tight around the swollen skunk member, then nodded his head forwards again, deep-throating the thick skunk-hood. Again, sucking hard, he pulled back, slurping the firm cock and tasting the salty skunky foreskin; and again, he bobbed his head forwards, running his lips the length of the engorged dick, right up to its very base.

'Not bad, but you can do better.'

The dragon tilted his head a fraction and gazed up to see his skunk pet smiling mischievously down at him.

'You can do better, my little bitch boi', said the skunk, stroking his hair. 'Pleasure your skunk master.'

'Mmph,' acknowledged the dragon, bobbing his head back and forth, back and forth, the length of the shaft.

The little skunk spread his legs and began to breathe deeply. 'Ah. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh.'

The dragon, kneeling at his pet's feet, felt the engorged cock in his mouth begin to swell further. A sure sign that, at any moment -

Yes, the dragon felt three, four and then a fifth wad of creamy skunk soda lash the back of his throat.

'Swallow,' commanded the skunk, increasing pressure on the back of the dragon's neck so that his master had no choice but to consume the salty-warm skunk juice.

'Mmmphhh,' grunted the dragon, before swallowing several times.

'All done?'

'Mmhmm,' nodded the dragon.

'Open up, then.'

The dragon opened his mouth, and the little skunk removed his cock and inspected it.

'Was that all right, Master?' asked the dragon.

'Not bad, not bad. Pretty good for a first attempt, bitch boi,' observed the skunk.

'So are you done now? Am I master once again?'

'Tch, well, you know what, this is kinda fun so ... so I think I'm gonna stay as dom until dawn.'

The little dragon murred.

The End.