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A note ahead of time: this story will contain depraved, ** nonconsensual sexual ***acts between a male human and a feral female dragon. If that kind of thing is not your cup of tea, I suggest you read no further. It is meant as a fantasy story, and I do not at all condone or support nonconsensual sex in real life.*

Lily was backed into a corner.

The dragon didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there. She had been groggy one moment, blinking bleary eyes at the bars of a cage, and the next she was barreling down a hallway, claws screeching on the tile floor, toward supposed safety. Now she was backed into this corner in a circular amphitheater-like room, humans yelling all around her, some with snares and some with poles, the ends sparking terrifyingly. Here she was, being hunted like some animal.

"Don't hurt her."

The calm, deep voice sounded from the upper balcony, carrying farther than it should have given the tiny old man from whom it came. All the humans stopped yelling and turned to face him, save one over-enthusiastic sandy-haired lad, who took the opportunity to jab Lily's flank with the sparking pole, giving her a nasty shock.

"I said, DON'T HURT HER, you imbecile!"

The young man immediately got the clue, dropping his pole and backing away. The short man continued in his low but amplified voice.

"We need her in top shape today. Let me handle her. Men, move away."

The speaker vaulted over the railing of the balcony and landed lightly on small feet. He strode smoothly up to the dragon, who backed away from him as far as she could and hissed, baring her teeth and arching her neck to display her slightly recurved horns. One of the men-with-poles protested.

"Sir, she's not muzzled. She could bite you!"

"Oh, I'm not too worried about that," the small man replied, "You have clearly never seen me on the job." He then addressed Lily herself in a somewhat condescending tone. "I've worked with your kind before; you don't need to act this way with me."

Lily snorted and began to shift her head to draw attention to her sharp horns, but something stopped her. There was something about this small man that confused her. She knew that she should be afraid of him; that she should bite his head off and make a run for it, but a voice in the back of her head told her she could trust him; SHOULD trust him.

The small man smiled. He reached a hand out toward the dragon, who snorted again but didn't draw back. He rested his hand lightly on the top of her head and she felt herself instantly relax.

"There you go, old girl, see? You have nothing to fear from me. I'm just a frail old man who couldn't even step on an ant. My name is Derreck Orchestra."

Lily pushed her head into his hand. He had the most marvelously soft, warm skin and something about it made her feel quite safe. She was prepared to believe anything the small man told her.

Derreck turned to address the men-with-poles, keeping his hand on the dragon the whole time.

"She is ready for restraint now."

A loop of thick rope was tied around the base of each of her horns and the two ropes were fastened together below her chin. In this way, the dragon could be led around while staying in contact with the human. It also ensured that her head could be controlled should she get out of hand, though that was a distant thought in her mind; all she wanted was his touch.

* * * * *

Lily had been led into a small room off the amphitheater, where her skin was scrubbed and her teeth polished. Now the dragon found herself back in the large room, hooked up into a ridiculous contraption. Throughout the whole assembly process, Derreck had never stopped touching her. Even if he had started to pull his hand back, Lily would have craned her neck to remain in contact; she found his touch intoxicating and not once did she question the activity going on around her, although when the contraption was finished she was nearly immobile.

To an observer, the machine seemed simple enough. It began with a wide dais which appeared to swivel so the audience could see from any angle. The twenty-foot-long dragon was strapped into it such that the rope controlling her head fed into a pulley on the floor of the dais. Her front paws were fastened securely together, then pulled up so her front legs were flush with her chest, which was lower to the ground than her hips and tightly wrapped with leather. The dragon's midsection was left hanging, but her hind legs were extended and fully encased in the thick metal tubes extending from the dais. Her long tail was bound straight up, and her whole position looked a bit as though she were bowing.

When she was finally strapped in, Derreck made a motion to one of the men-with-poles, who hurried off. Soon people began filing into the amphitheater, sitting in seats that had been laid out in concentric circles around where the dragon was. Their dress was quite peculiar: All the audience members, regardless of gender or sex, wore long, flowing skirts with a slit up the middle nearly to their groins, and a blouse with a rectangular opening. Through this opening protruded the breasts of any audience member who had them. This strange attire puzzled Lily as she watched them entering. Dragons didn't wear clothing, but she knew that humans did, and this was certainly not a style she had ever heard of.

Eventually everyone found their seats and a hush fell over the crowd. Derreck put his unoccupied hand up and began to speak in his strangely amplified voice.

"Welcome, one and all, to the show of the evening! I trust you have all made yourselves ready."

This drew a chuckle from the crowd.

"Tonight we have a beautiful twenty-footer, as you can see, with pearly white skin accented with light pink and green. This coloration seems to suggest that she is of great virtue, but don't worry, we'll soon have that fixed. I warn you that I often get swept up in the excitement and use words I would not bring up in any other setting.

"Some of you have been to my shows before and know what will happen, but for the many of you who have not, I will only say that you have quite a titillating evening ahead of you. I ask that veterans of my show not give anything away! Let them be surprised."

Derreck leaned close to the dragon's head and whispered to her, "Let's give them a magnificent show. I feel you have fire in your heart."

With that, he shouted to the crowd, "So with no further ado, we begin!"

He lifted his hand from the dragon's head and she suddenly became aware of the position she was in. She tried to wrench her head around to snap at the man, but he was out of reach.

How humiliating. Trussed up as if she were presenting herself to a male, in front of hundreds of these tiny humans! As if to make her predicament all the more obvious, the dais began to rotate, giving the whole room a look at her submissive posture and exposed underparts. Four large screens flicked to life around the amphitheater above the audience, and the dragon was dismayed to see that there was a camera attached to her tail. Two of the screens showed a detailed view of her vent, drawn horizontally across her undertail like a thin-lipped smile, and her darker pink pucker. The other screens were linked to a camera that followed Derreck around and focused on whatever he did.

The old man stepped lightly off the dais and went to a table nearby upon which lay a number of bizarre objects. He held one up and the camera zoomed in on it.

"Before we have fun, we must ascertain how much this dragon can hold."

The object he held looked like a translucent balloon, except it had a thin rod running into the center which was attached to a nozzle on the outside. Derreck screwed the nozzle end of the device onto the end of a hose that protruded from the floor of the dais. He pushed a button on the neck of the hose and a soft whirring noise issued from the device as it began to deflate.

"The volume-finder must be completely empty of air before we begin, in order for it to be accurate. Once it is empty I can insert the device."

He smeared a slick substance on the outside of the balloon and applied some to the dragon's vent as well, eliciting a flinch. He slowly slid the rod inside her until only the nozzle showed, then pushed another button. Again the whirring noise, but this time the balloon began to slowly swell within the dragon. She squirmed but Derreck held the device fast.

"We've discovered over the years that warm water gives us a more reliable volume than air. We also found that unless the balloon is inflated slowly, it can injure the beast. This is something we want to avoid... for now."

The balloon had now become rather uncomfortable inside Lily and she began to make soft whimpering noises. Derreck seemed not to hear her, however, and the water continued to seep into the balloon. Her walls stretched around it and it worked its way deeper inside her as it expanded. The volume became painful, and the dragon let out a yelp. The human stopped the expansion immediately.

"That is usually a good sign that we've reached the animal's initial limits," Derreck said, which drew a chuckle from the crowd. "She is expected to be able to hold more later on in the program."

He slowly pulled the balloon from Lily's vent and pushed a third button. This time a display lit up on the button panel calculating how much water had been in the balloon. The human smiled.

"We have a record, people! This dragon's vagina held 2.58 liters of water. Our previous record was only 2.46. Perhaps this dragon has seen more action than her colors led us to believe!"

This got the crowd roaring and set Lily to shame. She was still a virgin by most standards, and to have such a heinous accusation brought upon her was embarrassing to say the least. She was so distracted that she nearly missed what the human said next.

"If we assume the typical ratio to be true, this means that her anal compartment is capable of holding more than normal as well. With that assumption in mind, there is no need to test it."

Anal compartment? Realization set in and Lily's eyes widened. Surely he didn't mean to invade her rump as well!

She would realize before long how wrong she was.