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Dragons in the Dungeon

Written by Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe

"I think this is it."

The white dragon stretched his arms up to the roof of the Subaru SVX, working out the tension of the road with a groan of relief, even within the cramped confines. Rolling his shoulders, he took in the half-circle of country cottages, spaced around the courtyard as if an immense paw had lowered them into precise slots that reigned supreme in some greater plan. Taking the wheel for such a lengthy drive was not unfamiliar for him, but the cramped confines of the car (as nice as it was) never failed to oppress, reminding him of the old day job. But that was in the past. These days, Ruth had more pleasant company, than blaring horns and raging road users, in the form of his green scaled mate, Raiyoku. Fate had a funny way of bringing individuals together, like two pieces of a puzzle in an idealistic cliché. Leaning over the handbrake with a smile that was barely seen under the mask of twilight, Ruth kissed the dragon's cheek, brushing his lips over Rai's smooth, green scales.

"Any further and my legs would have locked up," Rai grumbled: a feeble pretence at grumpiness played out in jest. He shifted his legs, thwacking a knee into the glove box. "I've never been so stiff."

"As long as one particular part is stiff," Ruth flashed a grin.

"You would say that, wouldn't you?"

Ruffling his wings, Rai swung the car door open, catching his mate's paw in his own for a lingering moment. Green fingers curled around white and the two dragons breathed in the countryside's cooler, sweeter air, far from traffic and the drone of aeroplanes. It would be good to escape for the weekend, before returning to the grand tour of the English side of the family, though Rai considered the weekend escape (privately) the calm before the story. As if in synchronisation with one another, the dragons eased themselves out of the vehicle, Rai trailing one paw along the blue exterior.

Stepping over uneven cobblestones, Rai took in the half-circle of cottages, which he hoped boasted more space than their exterior suggested, all with slanting roofs gleaming with the sun's dying rays. Only one cottage was illuminated from within, curtains open in welcome, and a narrow, winding path lead to the front door; the path was bordered with low lying shrubs, though any flowers had safely closed into buds for the night. Beyond the cottage rolled endless, green hills, divided into patchwork squares by hedgerows and farmland, each patch a different shade even in the low light. Honeysuckle scented the breeze and Rai inhaled deeply, losing himself in the moment.

"Seems like she really did choose a place in the middle of nowhere," Ruth observed, hauling a suitcase bodily from the boot, jerking Rai back to reality.

"Isn't this what it's supposed to be though? A quiet weekend before..." Rai trailed off, waving his paw to complete the sentence. "You know. Anyway, it'll be nice to see Ammy again."

"And Foxy," Ruth added, a smile twitching his lips as he fought to retain a neutral expression.

"Foxy?" Rai's muzzle shot up, green eyes bright. "I thought we were here to stay with Amethyst?"

"Oh, we are..."

Raiyoku shook his head, knowing of the fox in question but never having met her in person. She was quite the pretty vixen, quick to correct him on a four-way Skype chat that she was a hybrid, boasting coyote blood that could have been forgotten if one solely focused on her traditional red fox colouring. Black fur took the place of any white that may have teased her form, the tip of her tail and belly painted with dark fur that that shone with good health and care. Last time he had seen her, on a group chat, he had worn her auburn hair tied back, a rim of purple eyeliner enhancing her already sultry demeanour. Amethyst had been most amused at her flirtation and Ruth was little better at concealing his smirks, feigning innocence. The white dragon sighed, slamming the car doors shut in hopes of rousing his mate from where he leaned upon the car, a faraway look in his eyes. Repeating his question for the third time, he still received no response and was forced to wave his paw in front of the dragon's muzzle. Rai blinked rapidly, a guilty flush creeping up his neck.

"Always with your mind on the vixens!" Ruth jabbed Rai in the ribs with the tip of his tail and the dragon yelped dramatically.

"I can't help it if you insist on surprising me," he grinned, taking his own suitcase and leading the way. "It's going to be an interesting weekend at least. Even more with how sly you are being."

Widening his eyes, Ruth padded behind his mate, eyes wandering up Raiyoku's swinging tail to his rump. Why should he not enjoy the view? Rai brushed a paw over his two black horns, which curved away from the rear of his skull, conscious of his watcher but belaying no complaint. He flapped his wings, stirring up a cluster of dry leaves that scattered against his legs as he approached the polished wood of the front door: it swung open at his touch.

"Hello?" He called out, peering into the dimly lit entrance hall. "Anyone around?"

Deeper within the cottage, someone yelped and a loud bang reverberated, swiftly followed by trilling laughter. Ruth ushered Rai into the hall and tucked the suitcases against the white wall, a narrow, pine staircase rising to the left while doors leading off the entrance hall promised entry to the living quarters. They had barely a second to stand in confusion as hooves clattered across floorboards and a chestnut mare tumbled through the far door, launching herself at the dragons with a shrill whinny.

"Hi!" Amethyst, the culprit, gasped, slightly out of breath from her headlong pelt as she wrapped her arms around each of her friends in turn. "We thought you were never going to get here!"

"You didn't make it easy for us," Ruth chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Your directions are not the best, Ammy."

"Oh, get off," she laughed, flicking her tail. "You got here, all right, didn't you? No fuss about it."

"Mhm, you could say," Rai tapped his snout, gazing skywards as if considering a serious matter. "There were a few...detours."

While Ruth protested that no such detours had occurred - and that the road through the fjord had been a scenic route - Amethyst guided them down a short hallway to the dual purpose living and dining room, which was indeed more spacious than the exterior had suggested. Gesturing to the table some distance behind the crimson sofa, she stepped lightly over to close the curtains, blocking out the twilight garden that was previously viewable through the patio doors. Amethyst had dressed casually for the evening in her usual slim jeans and a form-hugging, camouflage t-shirt, something that the dragons were glad for; a day or more of travelling did not leave anyone smart enough for a formal dinner.

"What was that bang just now?" Ruth grinned, settling into a chair and curling his tail between the back and the seat. "I don't think we can order takeaway if dinner bit the dust." The mare yelped, feigning offence, and swatted his side with her chestnut tail.

"The cheek of you!"

The conversation would have continued in a similar ilk, if not for the timely entrance of a certain vixen. Pausing in the door frame, kitchen to her back, she raised one heel-clad hind paw, tracing the toe up the opposite calf. Her fierce, red fur gleamed in the tasteful dining light and she folded her curves into the frame, all eyes drawn to her black, fashion leggings and violet shirt with a cowl neck. Her lips tightened marginally, the effect she had upon the silent, enraptured furs as glaring as sunlight in a cavern. Amethyst rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, honey, you're gorgeous," the mare tilted her muzzle. "Now stop teasing these poor lads."

"Don't spoil my fun," Foxy grinned, showing a flash of wicked teeth to rival that of the dragons, eyes alighting on Raiyoku. "I don't believe we have been officially introduced - in person, that is." Rai cleared his throat.

"Yes, I mean, no, no," he fumbled, cheeks heating up. "No, we have not met in person before, though Ruth said he'd met you when you were last visiting England."

"Yep!" Her black-tipped tail flicked against her thigh, the vixen stalking forward with the audible tap of heels on the hardwood floor. "It's been a while, but wonderful to see you again, Ruth!"

"I could say the same, though you should really play fair, Foxy," Ruth reprimanded, the twinkle in his eye impossible to ignore. He leaned forward, resting his chin upon two thoughtfully clasped paws. "I've had opportunity to resist your charms before, unlike my mate, who is...sorely tempted."

"I'm not tempted!" Rai protested, back ramrod straight.

"Denial, denial!"

Awkwardness overcome, the femfurs trembled with repressed laughter and Amethyst shook her head over her friend's antics: there was always one. Snorting, Rai slumped, rattling claw tips over the polished table, one catching an aquamarine placemat and sending it spinning. Ruth rested his paw on the dragon's thigh, stroking until he felt the tension beneath his fingers seep away, Rai concealing a smile that could only be described as sheepish. Observing the exchange intently, Foxy cocked an eyebrow at Amethyst and gave the white dragon a knowing wink, confirmation of their 'special', shared secret that words designed to reinforce.

"I'm sure we have a great deal to catch up on...over dinner."

*

It had been unwise for Ruth to underestimate the extent of seduction the vixen was willing to demonstrate, all the while maintaining a manner that would have convinced a monk of her celibacy. Beginning with casual touches upon the shoulder and bare arm while pouring wine, the interaction had seemed accidental to the casual eye, Foxy proving to be a charming dining partner. However, the intimate displays escalated rapidly to a point where even Amethyst had to swallow a smile as the vixen leaned forward, breasts straining through the violet fabric, casting out lines of innuendos as if she was in hope of catching a fish, or perhaps a dragon.

Clutching Ruth's paw tightly throughout the main course of fish, Rai shifted constantly, rocking his weight from heels to toes and back again, claws scoring red marks into Ruth's palm. Minding the 'show' rather less, Ruth paid Foxy back in kind, startling her into peals of laughter on more than one occasion while Amethyst smirked, taking them in her stride as the raunchy jokes flowed. Upon being confronted by the white dragon in the kitchen - more wine had been required for the dinner table - Amethyst claimed ignorance with regards to her friend's actions, even if Ruth could not deny the appeal the vixen's personality held for him. As hypnotised as Rai, he could not drag his eyes away as Foxy sipped from her wine glass, eyes wide and blessedly innocent.

When dinner was concluded and the dishes retired to the kitchen, the four furs sat around the table, sipping what remained of the second bottle of wine, comfortably full yet far from sated. Relaxed by the wine and warmth of company, Rai leaned back in his seat, adding his voice to the after-dinner conversation, which had settled into an exchange of stories from each of their corners of the world. Amethyst in particular took interest in the stories of Australia, complaining that she did not cope with the heat well enough in order to visit for an extended period of time; she was sure she could give the two of them a run for their money if surfing was taken on in competitive spirit. However pleasant the conversation was, far more lay ahead during that not-so-lazy evening, something that the fox among them keenly anticipated, eyes flicking between the dragons. In a motion that was near imperceptible, Amethyst combed her forelock to one side, meeting Foxy's gaze and tipping her muzzle in a subtle nod: it was time for the evening to progress and secrets to be shown.

"If you'll excuse us ladies for a moment," Amethyst rose fluidly to her hooves, tail swishing. "Allow us to adjourn and freshen up."

"Cut the fancy, Ammy, we're just going to preen," Foxy jabbed her in the ribs, earning an indignant squeak. "Back in a minute, draggies!"

Rocking her hips in a sultry sway, the vixen wrapped her arm around Amethyst's waist and the mare flipped her tail affectionately against the sleek brush. As if forgetting the dishes, unwashed in the pristine sink, they headed down to the hall and presumably to the bathroom or bedroom, if Rai was to permit a wandering imagination. The green dragon wound his tail around the leg of the chair, providing a form of anchorage for his unsettled, yet pleasantly stirred, nerves.

"You had your eye on Foxy, didn't you?" Ruth blinked, cradling his wine glass. Rai huffed.

"Like you weren't looking at the two of them," he shot back, knocking his knuckles on the underside of table, though Ruth merely shrugged, blue eyes hiding nothing.

"I'm not the one denying it. Foxy was being a right...well...vixen," Ruth chuckled and shook his head slowly. "Though it's the quiet ones you have to watch."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Amethyst," he said simply.

"Oh, don't pull that on me." It was Rai's turn to laugh, slouching and taking a gulp of wine. "She wouldn't do anything. Hah! We're more likely to be plotting against you." Ruth grimaced, a good-natured smile teasing his lips.

"Mhm," he rubbed his horns sheepishly. "Look, that package may have taken me hours to get into - you two packed it well, I'll give you that - but at least mine always reached you in one piece!"

"One piece that refused to be penetrated by any means."

"Penetrated?" Ruth openly smirked, shooting his mate a knowing look. "Now, now, bedroom talk starting a little early, is it not?"

"Never too early for that," the green dragon near purred.

Leaning in close, Rai slid his paws around his mate's waist, scooting his chair closer so that he could comfortably rest his muzzle on Ruth's shoulder. His claws scratched over the white dragon's shirt and Ruth murmured under his breath, the utterance unheard as he brushed his muzzle over the top of Rai's head, scales smooth beneath his lips. Their muzzles quickly found each other's and tongues slipped past lips, teasing in a familiar dance that never failed to arouse. Rai moaned, tail seeking out Ruth's and trapping it in a coiled embrace, the white dragon's paws roaming freely.

"Come on, love," Ruth panted as they broke the kiss. "I have something for you."

Mildly dazed, Rai blinked several times, tail unwinding compliantly from Ruth's as the other dragon stood, holding a green paw tightly in one of his own. Giving Rai's paw a gentle squeeze, Ruth's tail lashed the air, excitement trembling through every line of his body as he refused to let go of his mate.

"Um...what about Ammy and Foxy?" Rai allowed himself to be tugged half out of his seat, chair scraping obnoxiously in haste. "Won't they wonder where we are? Or would they...just...know?"

"Oh, I think they're waiting for us by now," Ruth slid his gaze away elusively, pulling Rai up to his hind paws and closer, close enough to share warmth. "Come on, love."

Rai barely had time to digest that information as Ruth towed him through to the hallway - ignoring mumbled protest - and, to his greater surprise, yanked open the door beneath the stairs. The expected cupboard was non-existent and a series of dark steps descended into the bowels of the cottage, unlit and tantalising with promise.

"Wait," Rai protested, though he could not induce much force into his tone. "Where are we going? And what's going on here? Where are -"

"Shush and follow me," Ruth held a finger to his lips, barely holding back a wide grin. "You're not the only one capable of plotting. Besides," he winked, "I have to catch you out upon occasion."

Taking a deep breath, Raiyoku followed, matching Ruth step for step and shivering as Ruth's tail curled over his stomach, deliberately arching between his thighs to caress the bulge. The dragon inwardly cursed his devious mate, then considering his own penchant for excitement in the next thought, hoping against hope that the plans for the evening involved a special pair of ladies that they both had been so taken with. His heart hammered in his chest, pounding with such force that Rai wondered if it was about to burst between his ribs. That would really put a damper on the evening. The stairs creaked dangerously and he flung out an arm, fearing that he was about to be tilted forward into Ruth, sending the duo careering down to land in a heap. That would be just like them. His mind raced. Were the femfurs were waiting at the bottom of the stairs for them? How much had Ruth plotted? And to what tastes?

Some more delectable tastes would not hurt, surely?

At the base of the stairs, Rai spread his hind paws, savouring the feel of solid ground, some kind of cold surface - linoleum, if he was to chance a guess. What lay before him could only be described as a dungeon or, amusingly, the true version of the 'red room of pain' from that accursed book, Fifty Shades of something or the other (Amethyst referred to it as Fifty Shades of Crap, though he was not quite so crude). Quiet enveloped the dragon, wrapping him in a blanket of white noise that was comforting, leading his attention to two sensuous feminine silhouettes traversing the far end of the room. Paws busy, they sinuously evaded furniture laced with leather and cuffs, evident bondage implements with an obvious purpose. Raising an eyebrow, he inhaled the aroma of conditioned leather, reaching to his left to trail his fingers along the array of dildos (possibly encompassing every known species), which were arranged tastefully along a polished, mahogany shelf. Ruth smirked and set his shoulders back, lifting Rai's paw to his lips for a kiss, returning Rai to ricocheting reality as he appreciated the femfur's handiwork. The dungeon was more spectacular than he imagined, equipped with bondage devices tantalising enough to make his scales bristle and every manner of tool to cause pleasure, pain or both.

"So...what's all this?" Rai's jaw had fallen somewhat slack - it was overwhelming. "Ruth...just what exactly have you been up to now?" Ruth chuckled musically, squeezing his mate's paw.

"Can't I surprise you anymore?" Ruth beamed, showing a flash of brilliant white teeth.

"Oh...no," Raiyoku snorted, rubbing his bicep. "Not at all, you'd...ah...very much be wrong there. You surprise me far too often, love, far too often."

"Then I'm doing my job right."

"Hello there, lads," Amethyst paced closer with a flirty flick of her tail, attired quite differently than she had been at dinner, as was the other 'foxy' dungeon mistress of the evening.

Brushing back her shiny mane, the mare cocked her head inquisitively, inviting the dragons to admire her outfit. A latex bustier curved sensually about her torso, leaving her chestnut stomach bare for appreciation, while a dark pair of latex panties cupped her buttocks and crotch, boasting a tell-tale slit between the thighs that concealed nothing from the imagination. Busying herself with various straps and leathers, Foxy checked her outfit in one of the several large mirrors at the rear of the basement (or dungeon, if one was so inclined to take an erotic naming), adjusting the slinky purple lingerie until the bra and panties sat perfectly upon her feminine curves. She pursed her lips, catching sight of their guests seemingly thunderstruck - or, at least one was dumbfounded - at the base of the stairs and sashayed her way over with a flourish of russet brush.

"Now, now," Foxy's lips twitched and she bumped the mare's hips with her own, demanding the spotlight in her own playful manner. "Haven't you got anything to say to a little red vixen?"

"I...uh..." Rai stumbled over his words, a wide grin plastered across his muzzle. He lifted his paws and spreading his fingers wide. "What may I say, Miss Foxy? You are an absolute delight this evening, though this was not a surprise I was expecting in the slightest."

"No reason for formalities," the vixen purred, cupping a paw beneath the dragon's rounded muzzle. "Though you may call me 'mistress' for tonight. I daresay we have a few surprises left in store for the two of you." She licked her lips. "We're full of surprises."

She lowered her eyelashes coyly, tracing the tip of her finger over her lower lip, pale but tasteful lip gloss catching the tasteful, dim lighting.

"Strip."

The command was softly spoken; there was no reason for harsh brutalities when it would be obeyed regardless of tone. Releasing his lover's paw, Ruth dropped a reassuring wink that only Rai was privy to, dragging his shirt over his head and, since there was nowhere specific to place discarded clothing, tossed it in a heap against the wall. One lot of crumpled laundry would not hurt either of them. Rai followed suit, disrobing in a more orderly fashion and shivering at the relative chill in the air; the British climate was a far cry from the dry heat of Australia, though he suspected that his scales would soon be warmed by more pleasurable means. Pressed close to his white dragon, Rai flushed, curling his tail around his crotch in vague semblance of modesty that hardly seemed to matter or be so required, given the circumstances. Foxy murred lowly, lust simmering in her gaze, and turned to the mare.

"We're not going to fight over these two, are we, Amethyst?" She asked playfully, eyes sparkling.

Curving her paw under the vixen's chin, Amethyst giggled and touched her lips to her friend's, kissing her deeply with a passionate moan, matching the vulpine for lust. Foxy's black tail-tip twitched once before she relaxed into the kiss, paws running down the mare's sides to rest on her hips, pressing close in feminine desire. Ruth swallowed, looping his tail around Rai's and scooping him close, the unforeseen show rousing his soft member and coaxing his balls, usually held internally, into view, resting warmly between his thighs. Battling tongues in a daring display of dominance, the femfurs fought for the upper paw, neither appearing to outwardly gain it even as the mare's paws boldly groped the vixen's rump, inviting Foxy to arch against her. When they broke the kiss, both panted heavily, pupils dark with arousal and paws caressing bare, red fur wherever it was to be found.

"Mmm..." Amethyst licked her lips, savouring the lingering taste of vixen. "He's all yours, dearie," she smirked, inclining her head gracefully towards Rai who stilled at being so addressed. "I've been wanting to get my paws on Ruth for some time, as I believe some pleasurable payback is now in order. And you have a sweeter touch than what I've been craving, perfect for Rai."

"Mhm... I think we'll find out just what that touch is soon enough," Foxy murred, leaning into Amethyst's arms and locking her smouldering gaze with Raiyoku's. The dragon straightened noticeably, paw having crept to Ruth's hard length, stroking the tapered head.

"Come with me then, dragon," Foxy breathed, crooking her finger.

Nudging his mate encouragingly, Ruth kissed his cheek, the very tip of his tail twitching as Raid advanced, steps falling more confidently with every stride he took. Foxy waited for him to stop in front of her and dropped her paw to his half-hard length, teasing the pink flesh as the dragon inhaled sharply, wings quivering. With the lightest of touches, Foxy guided him to her chosen implement of the evening - the first of many, she hoped: a double sided cross consisting of two bondage X-frames tipped towards one another to form a pyramid, Both frames were bolted securely into the floor and fastened safely to one another so that neither would move an inch, straps and cuffs ensuring that any furs subjected to the cross would be just as immobile. Two furs could be bound simultaneously, close enough to hear the moans and feel the heat of the other, yet not close enough to touch. It was a wickedly devious device.

Rai swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, and allowed Foxy to tilt him back against the cross on the left, hind paws spread and flat against the ground. His lower back was supported by the centre of the X-shaped cross, tail feeding below the cross-section and swaying from side to side, relaxing into its cool embrace. Crouching, Foxy tucked her knees together and fastened the built in leather cuffs around Rai's ankles, tightening both so that they were snug, though with the locking cuffs she knew with a flicker of delight that there would be no escape. Meeting her smile with one of his own, the green dragon allowed her to raise his arms to the beams of the cross, undergoing similar treatment until he was well and truly secured, tipped on to his heels and limbs spread wide, all on display.

"Oh murr," Amethyst nickered appreciatively, stepping up behind Ruth and encircling his waist with her arms, paws teasing his throbbing cock as she nuzzled between his wings. "Now wouldn't you like to be up close to that action...up close and very," she squeezed her fingers behind the glands of the cock-head, "personal."

"Mmm," Ruth groaned, wrapping his tail around the mare, end slinking between her legs. "I would, very much." Pulling back, Amethyst frowned playfully and smacked the dragon's rump, the slap inducing more sound than pain.

"That's 'mistress' tonight," she murmured, touching her muzzle to the nape of his neck, nipping in response to the shiver that trickled down the dragon's spine.

"Yes, mistress," Ruth mouthed, eyes riveted to his bound mate who moaned and arched his body away from the cross, tail thwacking solidly against the frame. He barely paid notice to the sting of the slap in his distraction, though a pearl of pre cum beaded at the tip of his cock, bodily deceit at its finest.

"Regretting the deal yet?" Amethyst smirked, scooping up the pre cum before it had the chance to fall, and sucking it from her finger with a lewd slurp. The dragon thrust his hips lightly, silently begging for another stroke of his cock through her remaining, teasing paw.

"Not quite yet," Ruth chuckled. "Mistress." Amethyst smiled, a flash of white teeth showing her good humour and eagerness that could never be concealed entirely from view.

"That's better," she winked and gestured to the other side of the cross. "Stand there while I...collect some items."

All too vague with regards to her intentions, Amethyst smiled slyly as she clip-clopped over to the wall displaying instruments of pain and pleasure, tracing her paw over those that devised particularly tactile displays upon sensation. Eager to comply even as she turned away, Ruth padded quietly to 'his' side of the double X-frame, leaning through the supports to catch sight of his mate's raised rear. Foxy, unsatisfied with the dragon's tail tucked down over his buttocks, looped a leather collar around his neck, an O-ring settling at his nape. Muscles quivering, Rai groaned and Foxy murmured reassurance, caressing his painfully erect member in a pleasurable torture that made the bondage increasingly tormenting. The reason for the collar soon became clear as Foxy fastened another strip of leather around the thickest band of Raiyoku's tail, linking the O-rings on each leather circlet with a length of chain that forced Rai's tail up, exposing the curve of his rump and tight pucker.

"Enjoying the show?" Foxy caught Ruth's attention, her crouched position providing him with the ideal view of her black-furred breasts. Breathlessly, Ruth bobbed his muzzle, fingers twitching as he ached to reach out and stroke every inch of his well bound mate.

"Stand against the cross."

Early finely tuned to the timbre of Rai's moans - Ruth imagined the vixen's muzzle wrapped around his cock, the dragon unable to escape either the teasing or the resulting pleasure - the white dragon stepped into place, claws tapping against the linoleum with an eerie echo. With his back supported by the cross-section of the frame, Ruth widened the space between his legs to match Rai's stance, leaving his paws hanging loosely. Nerves flickered in his belly, that exciting combination of anxiety and anticipation when one does not know every detail of what is to occur, yet trusts in the situation. Amethyst picked up a sleek, black riding crop with a rectangular flap on the end, passing it lightly from paw to paw as the dragon watched her every move, shaft as hard as ever: she shook her head.

"No, no," the mare tapped the crop against the side of Ruth's muzzle, turning his head away. "Face your mate. Paws up."

Ruth complied swiftly, switching his position and murring appreciatively as he was once again privy to Rai's raised tail, buttocks pushing away from the frame as a red muzzle teased. Dimly, he was aware of the mare securing him to the frame in the same manner as Rai was restrained, the only difference being that his tail was lifted to the side, a chain attaching the leather 'cuff' around the limb to another O-ring on the frame itself.

Cementing the thought that he was going to receive quite different treatment, Amethyst outlined the shape of the dragon's rump with the tip of the crop, following the curve to his tail base and higher along the sensitive underside. Ruth squirmed, the tickling touch setting his scales a-shiver, instinctively fighting the bonds, hips jerking, though there was not to be any escape. Ducking his muzzle between the supports, he made as if to thrust his hips, desperate for some stimulation - anything to ease the ache. Pre cum slickened the fleshy-pink head of his member, caressed only by cool air while Foxy slurped loudly, taking Rai's cock deep into her maw. Behind, the mare chuckled, trailing her fingers up his tail and holding it firmly, quelling its vain wriggles at once.

Though he expected the impact, the dragon visibly jumped, a gasp bypassing his lips before he clamped his jaw shut, Rai writhing mere inches from his yearning muzzle. Fingering the rising, red mark on his buttocks, Amethyst's lips twitched in a crooked smile, tightening her paw around the handle of the crop and bringing it down for a second time. Clenching his teeth, Ruth determined to not make a sound, even as his tail thrashed against its restraint, the chain rattling in an undertone to the slap leather striking bare scales.

Rai half-turned his muzzle at the sharp sound and a smile parted his lips for a moment. His muzzle, however, was swiftly claimed by his mistress of the night, Foxy arching her body and trapping his shaft between fur and scales, moaning into the dominant kiss. Breathing heavily through flared nostrils, Rai pulled at his restraints and Foxy breathed lightly over his neck, teasing his scales with pointed, vulpine teeth. Her coyote blood flared within her sultry smirk and she ran her claws up the underside of his shaft, encouraging him to thrust his hips; he was able to move a little if he arched his tail more demandingly, thus releasing the pressure on the collar.

"Moan for me."

All too eager to comply, Rai moaned, eyes closing as the femfur's russet paw dropped lower, rubbing across his perineum - that sensitive patch of soft scales between his member and anal ring, as his balls her held internally - in small circles with the tip of one finger, dark eyelashes fluttering like those of a true temptress. Under Raiyoku's arm, she ensnared his mate's rapt gaze; Ruth leaned into the frame support, chest heaving. Maintaining eye contact with him as much as her position allowed, Foxy lapped the head of Rai's cock, wrapping her flexible tongue around the base and sliding it towards the tip, steadily coating it in her own saliva as she demonstrated its incredible dexterity. The dragon groaned, subject to the repeated, unyielding crack of the whip, stinging his rump and inducing a desire to sink his shaft into the tail hole that clenched cruelly out of reach: pain and need were a potent combination indeed.

Whining from want as opposed to strict pain (it was more of a warm glow under the mare's attentions), Ruth stretched his neck as far through the frame as he could, kissing the curved underside of Rai's tail some inches below where it was cuffed to the collar. The tip curled in response, winding around and under the white dragon's muzzle as Rai tipped his head back, moaning with raw sensation. Chain rattling, his anxious tail tugged futilely at the binding, as restless as a snake when so tempted with its prey. With a maw as dry as bones, Ruth arched his back desperately, the rise and fall of the riding crop ceasing, ignoring the chain yanking his tail as liberal drops of pre cum joined the small pool between his hind paws.

"You'll have to do better than that to gain satisfaction with me," Amethyst laughed, her voice drawing Rai's attention; he craned his neck in curiosity. "There is much more to 'come', so to speak."

The items she had gathered earlier had been placed discreetly out of Ruth's sight, so he was not privy to the mare pawing through the pile, emitting pleased murrs of pleasure upon selecting her tools of choice. Lacking fresh sensation, Ruth's buttocks stung from the whip's lash, the glow of arousal deeper than superficial pain. He jumped as Amethyst laid a paw on his stinging rump, vulnerable to his surroundings and the shadowy playroom, though it was not an unwelcome feeling.

Soothing the pink welts, formed by the whippy tip of the slim crop, with the flat of her paw, the equine brushed her fingers around his tail hole, sending Ruth into fresh squirms of need, cock untouched and rigid. The fingers briefly disappeared and returned coated in cool gel, massaging what could only be lubricant into the tight anal ring, one finger slipping within, rewarded with a groan.

"My, my, my," Amethyst raised an eyebrow as Rai remained riveted to the action, trying not to think of the fox toying with his arousal, subject to the rollercoaster pleasure, never quite peaking at the whim of a devilish vixen. "Your mate does so seem to enjoy this, Raiyoku... I am beginning to consider this lube superfluous to its use."

To punctuate her point, the mare tossed the tube of clear lubricant away, letting it roll across the floor into some dark corner where it would be discovered in less sexual times. Ruth's eyes shot wide and he chanced a look back, breath abruptly stolen as Amethyst pressed two fingers into his tight rump, curling the digits up against his prostrate to a howl of delight.

Rai squeezed his eyelids together, tightly shut, listening to his mate's groans and grunts, torturous though not more so than being brought to the brink of pleasure over and over again. Foxy slid her muzzle over his cock, tongue warm against the underside, and bobbed her muzzle as if she had all the time in the world, one paw pinning his hips back: he would not dare thrust. The dragon writhed, tail wriggling like that of a serpent, and gasped aloud, sweat beading his scales. Once more, Foxy withdrew her muzzle as he approached orgasm, blinking innocently as if she claimed to have no idea of his impending and evilly denied release.

"Please let me cum!" He begged, lower jaw hanging, too frustrated to even glance back as Ruth groaned deep in his throat: what was happening to Ruth? He could look but it would take too much effort. He needed to cum. "Foxy!"

Hollowing her cheeks, the vixen suckled the tip of his cock, slipping one paw inside her purple underwear to tease her own readiness, the control and pleasure-play rousing her inner fire. Hissing between his teeth, Rai's hips jerked, seeking more, and Foxy withdrew, fingertip circling her clit as Rai cried out in frustration.

"Please!"

"Not until I say, dragon," Foxy raised one eyebrow, rising sensuously to stand once more. "You would not like to displease your vixen of the evening, would you?"

Rai groaned, shaking his head. How long could the pleasure last without the peak? Could he stand it? Catching him off guard, Foxy did not immediately return to her physical 'torture', instead tugging her panties to one side and thrusting two then three fingers into her sex, tongue lolling out lustily. The scent of sex, arousal and light sweat surrounded the group of furs in a heady aroma that sharpened the senses during such a liaison. Choosing to finally, deliciously, sate her need, Foxy turned her back to her charge, bending over and tugging her panties fully aside to reveal a dripping, feminine slit. Unable to move more than thrusting his hips forward in bated anticipation, Rai gasped desperately as the vixen reached back, guiding his hard-on directly into her cunny. The pair moaned as one and Foxy wagged her tail, sweeping the silken hair across Rai's chest and stomach, a paw between her thighs for pleasure that this bound partner could not supply, yet.

"You can cum when I do," she whispered huskily.

All Rai could do was nod weakly, breathing a whimper. He thrust as much as his restraints allowed, sinking his cock into the vixen's hot sex with a sound exhalation of breath. Rocking in time with the dragon's light thrusts, Foxy rubbed her clit, fingers shiny with pussy juices, spreading the slick fluid around her warm folds, her narrow muzzle hanging slack with pleasure at being so filled, all under her control. Rai's balls slapped lightly against her sex and the vixen snarled, feral instincts flaring into play, the need to cum overwhelming her rational mind.

Behind, the second pair was not ignorant to the turn of events and Ruth snorted loudly as Amethyst worked her fingers deeper into his tail hole, stretching the ring with three fingers and what lubricant she had initially rubbed into the pucker. She timed her thrusts with those of Rai, adding another finger and teasing the dragon further open, angling up against his prostrate. Shifting his weight from hind paw to paw, the white dragon panted harshly, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock into midair, unable to gain stimulation other than what the mare was willing to provide, which was cruelly unpredictable. Taking after the vixen's style, she worked the dragon up to the point that he was whining, pre drooling in a steady stream, but unable to quite tumble over the edge, her skilled fingers keeping him wanting.

Thrusting her rump back lewdly, Foxy growled, the sound escalating until it seemed to erupt from the very fibre of her being, fingers working furiously between her thighs as Rai thrust roughly, motions erratic. His wings spread taut with the effort of withholding his orgasm, unable to tear his eyes away from the delicious buttocks and tail of the vixen, breath coming in great, heaving gasps. Foxy's growl cut short and she released a coyote-like howl, legs trembling as she reached her climax, cunt rippling into spasms around the dragon's needy pole. Her hackles rose, pleasure wracking her frame so that she was forced to spread her legs for balance, simply allowing the dragon to thrust as she nodded her consent. She threw a seductive wink over her shoulder as Rai swallowed hard, muscles burning with the strain of holding back: he could not last much longer.

"Look at your mate," Amethyst leaned in close to Ruth as Rai thrust, driving closer to climax, pert nipples firm against his scales. "Don't you wish you were in his position? Thrusting into a nice, hot cunt or even under his tail?"

Ruth groaned in reply, unable to vocalise as he snorted heavily, hips flush with the cross in the frame, leaning forward as if he could push through the bondage if only he tried hard enough. The green dragon whimpered, finally cumming with a strangled cry, pumping a hefty load of cum into the murring vixen's cunt, wings flaring instinctively. His balls rose into the base of his cock, forming a rudimentary knot like that of feral reptile's mating, and sealed his member within Foxy's sex, letting out a shuddering breath. Distracted by the scene, jumped when a paw grasped his cock and he flinched, the sensitivity almost too much to bear. Amethyst merely chuckled in reply, withdrawing her slick, lube-coated fingers from his tail hole, which clenched down on nothing as if it sought to be filled.

Slumped in his bonds, Rai whimpered in protest as Foxy took a step forward, his softening cock slipping from her cunny with a lewd squelch, 'knot' softening quickly as his testicles retreated to their usual location. Their combined fluids soaked into the vixen's thigh fur, the panties stained with a dark patch of cum that sealed the scent into her fur, proof of her conquest. Hooking the small key on the tip of one claw, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, unlocking first Rai's ankles and then wrists from his bondage. The dragon tried to step away from the frame without realising his tail was still cuffed to the collar, glancing back at Ruth with a half-abashed expression, eyes roaming his mate's needy form. Foxy giggled, removing both the collar and tail cuff, dropping them over the middle of the frame with her mind on other matters as she moved close to the dragon, rubbing her palm along his dripping, half-hard shaft. Rai tilted his muzzle curiously and dropped his paws to Foxy's hips, caressing her curves as he had longed to do for hours, if not longer.

"We're not done yet, Rai," Foxy grinned, eyes alight and wanting. "Get on the table there, all fours." She paused, a twinkle in her eye. "Ass high, cutie."

"Ruth told me that foxes were insatiable," Rai shot back cheekily, doing as he was bid and climbing on to the large massage table, padded with black cushioning. "I just didn't believe him until today."

Laughing, Foxy swatted his obediently raised rump, which faced the narrow end of the table, muzzle towards the middle. Frowning, Amethyst flicked her tail, scoring a live-inducing lash over Ruth's already red welts, searing fresh sting into his cropped backside. Hissing between clenched teeth, he rose on to his toes, perking to attention at the clink of metal and a small paw sliding up his arm to his wrist, toying with the locked cuff. The mare smiled deviously, silken strands of her chestnut mane trailing over his shoulder as she rested her paw in the small of his back for support.

"Come on, find your paws," she teased, undoing the locking restraints with a small, silver key. "Or don't you want to cum?"

Hurriedly, Ruth sank back on to his heels, suppressing a growl of frustration at being repressed and denied release. Every nerve in his body hummed with tension, the need to cum overwhelming, all he could think of. Having Rai on all fours, tail perfectly arched, did little to ease the burning need and the white dragon clicked his teeth together, curling and uncurling his fingers, despite being hardly aware of the action.

"Get on all fours opposite your mate, muzzle to muzzle."

Despite his frustration, Ruth was happy to obey that order, cock hard and wanting. Hopping up on to the padded table, he crawled close to Rai, nuzzling his cheek and down his neck, one paw stroking the nape of his mate's neck.

"Hello again," Ruth murmured, kissing his mate full on the lips, tongue slipping between into the warm, familiar muzzle.

"Hello to you too," the green dragon breathed as soon as he was able to speak, sharing breath with his mate.

Swinging her hips, Foxy grazed her paw up Rai's spine, reminding him of her presence. The fluffy tip of her tail tickled the green dragon's side and she slid on to the table on her back, folding her body beneath his as she kissed up his chest. Her paws encircled Rai's member, teasing it back to full hardness, which proved to be a simple feat with the dragon's attention semi-distracted with the tongue and lips of his mate. The vixen stretched out on her back, planting her hind paws flat on the table and bending her legs sharply, hips rising as she rubbed the tip of the dragon's shaft over her swollen cunny. Tail twitching, Rai groaned into the kiss that he was denied release from, not that he would chance to complain, thrusting only to be met with Foxy's playful giggle reminding him who was in currently in control.

Feeling a shudder run through his mate, Ruth murred and twined his fingers around one of Rai's horns, as yet unwilling to allow him to draw back. His own need raged rampant, unattended to, but the flushed tip of his cock begged for attention that he hoped would soon be granted, rocking his hips as if to mimic thrusting into Raiyoku's tight tail hole. Fully aware of his distraction and having taken opportunity to acquire her next tool of choice, Amethyst slipped behind the white dragon, oblivious in his preoccupation.

"Now that you've become reacquainted," the mare nickered, a paw on the dragon's rump inducing a reflexive jump, heart pounding. "You can turn over on your back now, same place as you are now." She paused and winked as he looked up. "Don't keep a mare waiting."

With the taste of his dragon on his lips, Ruth slowly lowered his body to the table, paws pressing lightly into the padding, which moulded itself to his body as if formed of some kind of foam. Settling comfortably on to his back, he winced, re-positioning his tail so that it curled between his legs, scales teasing the rear of his sensitive balls, aching for release. Grinning wolfishly, Amethyst slithered on to the table, straddling the dragon's white thighs with her own spread wide to accommodate him, briefly considering how tails had the unfortunate tendency to obstruct at the most inopportune moments. But that could be worked around.

Tilting his head back, Ruth licked the green dragon's nose, rousing him from a panting state. The wicked vixen rolled her hips, grinding Rai's length over her clit with a fox-like yelp of pleasure, tiring of her own teasing and driven by need. As the mare squeezed her thighs around his own, arousal slickening his scales, Ruth watched Foxy wink slyly, muzzle resting against Rai's neck as she put her weight on to her shoulder blades, allowing him to thrust into her dripping snatch. Whining, Ruth arched his back in turn, nose tracing the pattern on Rai's scales, wishing for the same pleasure, cock drooling pre cum at the show right before his muzzle.

The mare licked her lips eagerly, selecting the first of her 'toys', which was far from unusual as far as everyday objects came into question. The first the dragon became aware of it was through the cold sensation trailing a path up his chest, the sudden shift in temperature making him gasp aloud. Jerking his muzzle up, he glared accusingly at the mare, who blinked innocently, true to form, and shook his head at the ice cube between her fingers, melting cold drips of water on to his smooth scales. Her nostril's flared lightly as she curled her body down, lapping over the cold traces with her warm tongue. Through the shift of her body, Amethyst not so subtly rubbed the soft, red hair on her stomach over his member, smears of pre staining the chestnut coat as she skated the ice keep over the fluttering pulse in the side of his neck.

The change in stimulation sent every nerve into an extreme state of sensitivity, everything exaggerated, pulse pounding in his ears as if it was about to burst through his eardrums. His scales would have bristled if it had been physically possible but, as it was, Ruth curled his muscular tail around the mare's buttocks as she teased the ice across his chest and lower, down his stomach, following swiftly with her fleshy tongue. Reaching back to his mate, the white dragon closed one of Rai's paws within his own, the other caressing the curved tip of his muzzle, a bead of sweat falling to the table. Raiyoku moaned, thumping his tail against Foxy's legs as he thrust, muzzle ducked down close to his chest, struggling with a matter of self-restraint.

"Not yet," Foxy panted, securing his gaze intensely with her own. "Harder."

Though he grunted, Rai gave no other indication that he had heard the vixen, but it was of little consequence either way. The vixen yowled, breath raking harshly through her throat, angling her hips perfectly so that every deep thrust from the dragon pumped over that cluster of nerves within her pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Shuddering back to his pleasurable yet torturous predicament, Ruth shivered, grinding his member against what of the mare he could, her crotch, thighs and toned belly, finding little satisfaction in fleeting contact. Amethyst's thighs shifted, closing around his hips as she ran her fingertips up his dick, circling around the sensitive head to hear him moan, fighting for relief.

"So needy..." She murmured, eyes glinting. "I love to hear them moan. But, soon."

Lightly stroking his hard rod, Amethyst watched his eyes close, groaning in what could have been defeat, acceptance or complaint - perhaps a combination of all. It was all she was waiting for. Trapping his dick between her paw and crotch, the mare rubbed her fingers together to rid herself of the last drops of water, slyly catching her final instrument from beside the ice bucket, cooling a circle on a shelf set into the side of the table. Lifting a slim metal rod in her paw, she spun the wheel on the end, which was layered with sharp points.

Ruth bucked in shock as the Wartenberg pin wheel spun down his chest, the light pressure making his scales prickle. Though it felt sharp, it did not break the scales or draw blood, rather setting his nerves on fire. Finally Amethyst's paw pumped the dragon's cock with meaning, tilting her head with a seductress' attitude, wavy mane cascading around the arch of her neck. The handle of the pin wheel nudged comfortably into her palm and the mare winked, asserting more pressure until Ruth panted heavily, thrusting even in his position to raise her hips. Aware of the white dragon's change in demeanour, writhing with need, Rai tightened his paw around his lover's, thrusting wildly as the vixen below him let out a howl of ecstasy and withholding his pleasure was no longer an option.

Legs quivering with the effort of supporting her body and that of the thrusting dragon, Foxy panted with her muzzle wide open, arms clutching Rai's for support. A whispered instruction was all that was required and Rai lurched forward, sounding out a restrained roar that echoed through the dungeon, bouncing off the walls until all was surrounded by sound. For the second time that night, he pumped the sexy vixen full of cum, slinking his tail around her leg in what manner of an embrace he could manage. He flapped his wings, fighting to remain on all fours as his arms trembled, tilting forward to brush his muzzle along Ruth's extended neck.

The white dragon thrashed, a strangled groan passing his lips. So denied and needing climax more than anything else, Ruth bucked into the mare's paw, rushing towards release as Rai kissed down his neck from his inverted position, each drawing the other closer. Using the dragon's own arousal as lubrication for her paw, Amethyst murred wickedly, spreading the slick pre cum over his length, paw squeezing and pumping with purpose. With an expert touch, she coaxed every ounce of restrained arousal from him, sending the dragon into a writhing frenzy beneath her until he spread his wings wide and moaned triumphantly through a climax that wracked his whole body.

More powerful for having waited and being teased to an inch of his limits, Ruth bucked and groaned, Rai's lips soft upon his muzzle. Rocking the mare, his motions seemed uncontrollable, seed spurting in a sticky line across his stomach and the mare's stomach, copious amounts splashing on to her slowly pumping paw. It was with a deep exhalation that Ruth slumped into the padding of the table, head spinning but oh-so-satisfied with the closeness of his mate and the deep-seated warmth tingling through his veins. Sighing contentedly, he glanced back, catching the eye of a vixen, who narrowed her eyes, brush flicking as if to betray further delightful trickery.

Near purring in the afterglow, Foxy flashed a sharp-toothed smile and nipped Rai's neck affectionately, slipping out from beneath him and swinging fluidly to her hind paws with the appropriate grace. Muscles quivering, Rai growled at the spark of pain, resting his muzzle beneath Ruth's, nuzzling softly as satisfying warmth spread bone-deep through his body. At least he was no longer chilled to say the very least. Foxy stood up tall and stretched her arms above her head, working out the kinks with a contented sigh while the mare murred, tail swishing audibly in the sudden quiet.

"Aw, don't you two look all tuckered out!" Foxy cooed, flipping her brush around to trace it beneath Ruth's chin, tickling Rai's snout in turn and inducing a sneeze.

"Don't think you're getting off that easily either," Amethyst added, hopping off the table to pace to Foxy's side, a paw between her thighs spreading her flushed cunny lips apart, clit swollen. "A lady still needs her release, after all."

"Oh, we have time aplenty," the red mare leaned far forward, resting both paws on the oversized table and putting her muzzle very close to the pair of dragons. Her dark brown eyes observed them for several long moments, breath fingering their scales, and the corners of her eyes suddenly crinkled in a smile.

"Time aplenty," she repeated, withdrawing a dripping finger from her sex and rubbing the juices, tangible evidence of her high arousal, across the lips of both dragons; after a moment's hesitation, or surprise, they lapped up the feminine juices, tongues playfully battling around the digit as Ruth gave a rumbling growl. Amethyst caught Foxy's eye and smirked, flipping up her flowing equine tail to show off her slit as she thrust her rump back.

"Don't get two comfortable, dragons," the mare winked promisingly. "There is still Saturday and Sunday to enjoy in our little dungeon. Who knows where our play will lead?"

"It will be a weekend to remember!"