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The rattling and clanking of the train as it traveled down the tracks felt oddly peaceful. As James lounged on the seat in their cabin he felt his eyes begin to droop closed. He had spent nearly the entire night supervising the servants as they packed enough luggage for their expedition, and they had to catch the train to the harbor quite early in the morning, so the man was running on a couple hours of sleep and a quickly-scarfed-down bit of eggs and toast. Their arrangements had taken quite a large sum, but Aleaster had insisted on having private quarters so he would not have to "mingle with the rabble." James hoped that it was only part pride and mostly fear of being discovered. It had taken him long hours of study, poring over ancient texts and inscriptions that had led him to the dragon in the first place, but he had become less and less interested in sharing his discovery with the public. It would bring him everlasting fame as an archeologist, but at what cost? He had grown fond of Aleaster and the improper games they played together--in secret.

As for now, he had been able to interpret the location of--or at least, the first step on their journey to--the dragon's hoard and key to his peculiar imprisonment, far away across the ocean. Though James was still unused to many things surrounding his companion, the chance to see foreign lands and uncover ancient mysteries together with someone who had been alive back then was one that he was loathe to pass up.

The first hour of travel had the dragon completely distracted by the novelty of steam powered locomotion, him poking his head out of the window lolling his tongue and showing boundless exuberance at the scenery moving past. After that he grew bored much to James's chagrin. He kept poking James and nibbling his ankles just to annoy him, denying him the much needed rest.

“Hey James. James. James. Hey James."

“What?" the man grunted behind closed eyes.

Aleaster snuck his head in his lap. “What are you going to surprise me with when we get to the port? I have a list of the gifts I want, maybe I should give it you?"

James did not deign to answer but just petted the dragon's smooth snout. He was continually surprised how warm the creature was despite his cold looking scaley hide, even after having known him so... intimately. Aleaster purred and rolled on his back, his bulk ill fitting on the cabin seat and tail flopping on the carpeted floor. He nuzzled against his human's abdomen.

“When we're stopping? You need to take me to walkies soon…"

James took a deep breath, scratching under Aleaster's chin. Adventure. Exploration. Discovering ancient mysteries. "The train isn't set to arrive at the harbor for another hour at least. You'll have to wait until then."

Aleaster responded with an over-dramatic whine as his tail whipped against the wall of the train cabin. "You're going to make me wait that long? I'll surely burst before then."

The dragon's tone had a playful lilt to it belying his apparent desperation. Ever since their visit to the Grippli the dragon had taken to acting like a dog and requiring walks to evacuate himself. With the silver tube inserted through his urethra into his bladder the dragon was pretty much incontinent, and required James to open and shut the valve as he needed. James had initially left it open out of a sense of magnanimity, but Aleaster had quickly abused the privilege to piss all over any carpet or piece of furniture he could reach; James still shuddered a bit at the stains left behind, and did not want to think about the ones the dragon had hidden as a testament to his impish spite.

James brushed his chest, feeling the key hanging from a chain around his neck and tucked under his shirt and jacket.

"I'll take you out first thing, alright? But we need to board the boat as soon as possible."

His voice had an air of resignation brought about by the dragon's games which were starting to take their toll on him, but he continued to stroke along Aleaster's neck eliciting a purr from the creature at his feet. James knew that Aleaster relished making the human watch him pee, the feeling of his hands fumbling between his legs right before hitting the spot and the sweet relief that followed after. A couple days ago, instead of waiting to be served standing up he had flopped on his back instead, legs spreadeagled, and demanded to be unplugged in that position. His bladder, close to bursting, had immediately shot a frothy jet on his lithe belly like from a garden hose, but the unperturbed dragon had simply rolled on his side and laid in a quickly growing puddle of his own urine. Afterwards James had had to dry him off with towels while the dragon watched and smirked.

"I'm already bored about the sea trip and we haven't even started. You need to come see me every day or I'll go bonkers," Aleaster said.

To preserve secrecy they had acquired a sturdy box, large enough to house a grand piano, and drilled air holes in it and furnished it with comfy cushions. Aleaster would be spending the sea journey hidden in the hold--or at least that was the plan. James had his doubts about how long the mischievous creature could stay out of trouble.

"I've sworn myself never to eat rats again, either, so you shall be punctual with dinner times too."

"Rats?"

"It was a long time ago," Aleaster rumpled his snout like having tasted something bitter, "I got trapped by a cave-in and had to eat rats for months. It was humiliating!"

James raised his eyebrows but did not see it wise to comment.

The dragon was as full of pride as he was keen on debasing himself, the two drives not conflicting but feeding on each other. It was that maelstrom of boundless ego that both attracted and worried James. In the beginning he had been excited simply from Aleaster existing, like a boy having found treasure, but now he was being sucked in by the dragon's personality, his extravagant self and sheer audacity. Was he riding along or circling the drain already? James could not tell.

"I... see." He tried to shove the thoughts of the dragon's debauchery--and his own growing acceptance of it--from his mind as he gazed out of the window. The countryside rolled by, the sooty air and claustrophobic closeness of the city replaced by rolling hills. James could feel Aleaster shifting under his hand, squirming and moaning with pleasure as his practiced fingers found those little spots between his scales that he enjoyed having scritched most. Even though he was in this rumbling, shaking train, and in the company of the troublesome dragon, James found himself relaxing as he looked out the window. He had always enjoyed any chance to get out of the city, mostly travelling to his family's estate in the country. The fresh air, the wide open sky, the sights and sounds of nature... he blinked, glancing upward as his eye caught movement in the sky above the train. A bird, perhaps?

His thoughts were cut off as his fingers dipped into the moist folds of the slit between Aleaster's hind legs.

James looked at the dragon, an annoyed expression clouding his previously peaceful countenance. Aleaster had managed to worm himself around, his tail thumping against the base of the human's seat as he splayed himself shamelessly on his back.

"Why James! Here? Like this?" Aleaster put a paw over his snout as he affected a mock-demure voice. "But it's indecent!"

James frowned and slapped Aleaster on his slit. "Bad dragon!"

His sensitive spot being punished made Aleaster merely wriggle in pleasure, and a glint of pink flesh and metal peeked out of the moist folds of his muscular slit. He laughed and rolled around to expose his butt for more spanking, and James obliged him giving him a couple good smacks on his rump, half annoyed half amused.

"Mmm, you know how to treat a dragon right..." he purred as he lifted his tail and prodded his ass towards his owner "I can feel it in my bladder, it's so full already that it's taut as a drum… play it more plee-ase!"

He ended his sentence with an elongated yowl like a tomcat in heat. James hugged Aleaster's entire hind quarters and lifted it on his lap, fully intent on making his pet pay back for his filthy tricks earlier. As he rolled up his sleeves he could feel his hardening bulge press against the dragon's scaly lower belly, undoubtedly increasing any pressure he was already experiencing. James nodded and smiled to himself.

Engrossed as they were in their games neither of the two heard the slight thump when a small figure landed his kite contraption on the train's roof, nor did they notice the stranger peek through the window with greedy eyes and delighted smirk...

--

He watched the two in the train for a long moment, clinging to the side as massive locomotive rumbled and shook. The wind whipped his slightly tattered, tight-fitting clothing against his body, but the figure was too busy watching the dragon to notice. The dragon looked quite large, almost twice as long as his human companion from the snout to the tip of his tail. Surely he would be able to get quite a good price off any samples he could liberate!

The watcher was almost draconic himself. His gaunt, scraggly figure belied wiry strength that allowed him to hold onto the side of the train even as it was moving, his sharp claws finding chinks and divots to grip onto. His thin, whiplike tail was arced between his legs and pressed firmly to his flat stomach to keep it out of the blustering winds. Two fins crowned his triangular head and swept backward over his brows, their coloration just slightly lighter than the soot-grey scales that covered his form. And his eyes, yellow and slit-pupiled, watched the two in the train car as the human struck the dragon's backside over and over again with his open palm.

The figure's eyes dipped down between the dragon's legs, riveted to the spire of pink, throbbing flesh that was slowly growing and pulsating, and the silvery cage of metal that enclosed it. His grin dropped into a scowl for a short moment as he pondered that slight hitch in his plans. No matter, he was a resourceful kobold: he would be able to get his prize, one way or another. As a single, crooked tooth flashed in his renewed smile, Snagtooth Derelix Bilonious III--"Snaggy" to his mum, and her alone--reached down to adjust the bulge in his leathery pants, and then skittered along the length of the train car to find some way to enter.

--

Meanwhile James had turned to kneading Aleaster's lower abdomen with his fingers, just above his slit, pressing his full bladder against his prostate. The growing discomfort mingling with electrifying pleasure made the dragon jerk and whine with every jolt, twitching his legs and fierce claws but he did not stop the human from doling out the sweet torture.

"Tell me you want to be punished more," James whispered into his ear, and he did so with a relish, nuzzling and licking the man's feet while making a pleading whine like a naughty dog.

James obliged him, driving his free hand into Aleaster's moist anus soaked with precum dribbling from his slit. The double assault on his tender spot felt exquisite, his cock throbbing dark red against its constraints and he hissed between his clenched teeth, being brought over his limit and reduced into a blubbering mess of gasps and pleas, his body spasming from the dissonance of pleasure and pain signals his overstimulated nerves shot into his brain.

Seeing how the dragon had been properly punished for his dirty trick earlier James relented and unlocked the stopper on his cock, letting out a squirt of urine which he deftly caught in a port glass.

"What have we learned today? That good dragons don't wet themselves," he patted Aleaster's cheek, "unless they're told to."

His smile was downright shameful, and James felt a twinge of regret from enjoying this so much. He let loose a bit more urine in the glass, about halfway full, and twirled it around before taking a sniff. The rich bouquet of piss that had been stewing inside the dragon was unearthly, musky and sharp with almost floral undertones, a hearty perfume of malehood and raw sexuality.

"Lap it up." He poured the glass into Aleaster's water bowl. Any relief the dragon got would be temporary and the urine would be soon recycled back into his bladder. Aleaster did not hesitate to lick his own piss with dainty sips of his tongue.

"You know, with our recent... training my bladder's been stretching out. I feel like it can hold almost a gallon now. If we go on a desert trip it can hold all your drinking water," Aleaster ended with a teasing lilt.

"I think it's time to put your muzzle on." James replied with a flat tone feigning to be unamused.

"Oooh, yes! Bring out something thick and heavy to stuff into my butt while you're at it, would you dear?" Aleaster's eyes lit up and he wiggled his rump.

"I'll think about it long and hard" James pinched Aleaster's cheek as he rose up and walked to the storage room with all their luggage.

Little did the man know that this was the opportunity Snagtooth had been waiting for...

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James made his way down the train-car corridor, one hand on the wall to steady himself, face flushed, and he had to look around furtively before he reached down to adjust the bulge in his pants. Doing things like what he had just done with Aleaster was already a shameful rush, but they had never done something like that in public. Of course it was still a private cabin, but to his slight alarm he found the prospect of someone having overheard them in their debauchery made the thrill all the more potent and sweet. As he made his way to the storage room he tried to push the thoughts of his newfound enjoyment out his head and focus on the punishments the dragon had been begging for, and distracted as he was, he could never have defended himself from Snagtooth as he dropped from his position on the ceiling and jabbed the needle into James's neck.

"Nighty night!" James heard the reedy, sing-song hiss just moments before his vision went black, and he dropped out from underneath the intruder. Snagtooth leapt off of the human's back, executing a perfect backflip and making a perfect three-point landing, while James slumped to the floor with far less grace. Snagtooth turned, his tail flicking behind him jauntily as he skittered over to James. The young human male was fairly fit but not really muscular and had rather delicate, refined features, a hint of facial hair trimmed into a shadow of a goatee, and dressed in fashionable and expensive clothes, a burgundy embroidered waistcoat, white shirt with puffy sleeves, a cravat and tightly fitted pantaloons--very tightly fitted--and Snagtooth guessed that he belonged to the nobility. The kobold had to admit that for his species the man was fairly attractive, but he was not the catch the thief was after tonight.

Snagtooth checked the human's pulse and then his breathing by lowering his ear right next to his face. The sleeping draught he had used had passed its expiration date, but he had not had the time to brew another batch, and it seemed to work on the human just fine anyway. He should have a couple hour's time to work before the man woke up, so tying him up would be unnecessary. Instead he rifled through his clothing with his small, nimble fingers. He pulled out a beautifully filigreed pocket watch worth a small fortune, which he planted carefully on the man's sleeping chest. Snagtooth snorted at his private joke--he was not a common thief but an entire class act of his own surpassed by none!

Going lower his snout passed over the man's crotch, and his keen senses picked up a strange, alluring scent unlike anything he had encountered before. It could not be anything but the Dragon's musk, and the idea of this pale squishy mammal having… accessed that glorious beast annoyed him more than he had expected. Sure, he had witnessed their play earlier and had enjoyed the sight, but it had been clear to him that the man was in servile position pleasing his master--or so he thought. In a fit of unprofessionalism he pulled down the man's pants popping out his slender erection--a side effect of the sleeping draught, for better or worse--and ran his scaly thumb along its length before pulling back his foreskin. His member had a dull shine on it, musky and aromatic, no doubt stained by the greasy product of the Dragon's anal glands, and he sniffed it up close. The smell was much stronger now, enough to make him shudder and want to inhale it even deeper. He touched his nostrils with the tip of the man's cock, mouth ajar and his pink tongue peeking out, eyes closed as he relished the blissful scent...

Suddenly Snagtooth snapped back to focus, huffed and wiped his hands on the seat of his pants, then snatched the silver key dangling from the man's neck. If it had opened the doors to the Dragon's treasure chamber for this guy, so it would for him too!

"Well well well," Snagtooth was surprised by a sardonic voice behind him. "I thought I heard something and as usual I was not wrong."

The dragon stood behind him blocking the doorway, his silvery scales glittering even in the dim light pouring from the corridor. The horns crowning his head were adorned with jewelry, as were the wings folded on his back, tinkling softly as the train's ponderous locomotion jostled them.

"I hope for your sake that is not my property in your hand." The dragon grinned a razor smile.

Snagtooth stared up at the dragon, both nervous and filled with awe. He could feel his body reacting to the dragon's presence, the sheer honor of being near this legendary, powerful creature. It was something any kobold would dream of, but the situation being what it was, Snagtooth would have to handle it delicately.

"Guh... ummm..." He shifted from foot to foot, clutching the silver key in his claws. "Oh, is this yours?" Well, that was a wash.

Aleaster padded forward slowly, his tail twitching behind him like a predator that had cornered its prey. His grin widened, showing off every inch of his shining, razor-sharp teeth to the kobold before him. Funny little creatures; bred eons ago to be servants and pets for dragons like him, now masterless for generations. He sniffed the air, scenting the kobold's fear and... arousal? Oh, this would be fun!

"I'm only going to say this once, kobold. Set that down, and I might decide to make your punishment pleasurable for both of us," Aleaster hissed.

Snagtooth lowered the key slowly while hoping to mask his real intentions. He had one more dose of sleeping draught tucked away just for situations like this. If he could just reach it, then his task would become considerably simpler and less exhausting. He dangled the key from its silvery chain to draw the dragon's attention to it while his deft fingers creeped along his belt pouches.

"Oh this thing? I was going to return it, honest. Does it hold sentimental value to you or something? It's a pretty small trinket for a large dragon like yourself to care about really..."

Aleaster snarled, annoyed by the small creature's stalling, and was about to bark a command when the kobold suddenly sprung into action. He yelped a high-pitched sound as he flung a small leather pouch directly between Aleaster's eyes. The dragon, surprised, reacted by snatching the pouch out of air like a dog catching a toy, and it disappeared into his maw with a tiny puff of violet dust as his teeth tore it open.

"Uh. Oh. Shouldn't have done that," Aleaster muttered to himself, eyes wide, and then he crashed down where he stood with a solid thud.

After a moment the kobold peeked behind his fingers, having noticed that he had not been eaten yet. The draught must have worked! He poked the sleeping dragon with the toe of his boot gingerly at first, then with more confidence until he stepped on its reclining form like a big game hunter on his catch. The large beast laid on his side, sleeping soundly with his tongue lolling out between the ridges of his hard lips. Snaggletooth clapped his hands, full of satisfaction of himself. His considerable skills had yet again secured him an easy victory!

In fact he could afford some frivolity before starting to work on his prey, something he had well earned after all! The small, leather-clad kobold crouched next to the dragon's sleek, triangular head the size of the kobold's upper torso and admired its predatory beauty. It was definitely reptilian, like his own face, but more sharp and elongated reminding him of an aquatic predator like a pike. The tiny scales on its surface were as smooth as glass, and they scintillated with light like mirrors. The dragon's horns were smooth and arched backwards too, contributing to his streamlined appearance. Dozens of jewels and rings were attached to them, dulled and blackened by patina and passage of time. Without thinking about it Snagtooth petted the majestic dragon, sliding his tiny hand along the nape of his neck in a gesture between affection and ownership. It felt right, sending tingles of excitement along his own spine.

Aleaster opened one of his eyes slightly. "Psst, a bit higher please, my favorite spot is just above my jaw."

Snagtooth yelped shrilly and leaped aside, his heart skipping a beat from the shock. "H-How? You should be out of it for hours!"

Aleaster lifted his neck and tail lazily, circling them around where the kobold stood panting and holding his chest, and rolled his eyes while clucking his tongue.

"Of course, your dragonic body must be immune to poisons..." the nasty revelation dawned on Snagtooth.

"Something like that yeah." Aleaster made a dismissive gesture with his paw, while in reality he had built up an immunity to that toxin simply through decades of recreational abuse.

Aleaster's expression grew cold, and the sudden shift made the kobold flinch again. "I see you have knocked out my human. I do not take kindly to people messing with my pets."

As he spoke he drew closer to the kobold, forcing him to withdraw until his back touched the cabin's wall and he stood on the tips of his toes. The dragon arched his back until he towered over the small lizard and extended his cruel claws.

"That is one strike against you, kobold." The spite in his voice was palpable.

Snagtooth did what any sensible person would, and panicked. He flung the silver key at dragon, who vary of a trick dodged and let it fly over his head this time. The distraction was all the nimble little kobold needed, and he darted on all fours between Aleaster's legs and under his body towards the doorway and safety...

Aleaster's thick tail lashed out, more out of reflex than anything else, but managed to trip the kobold just enough to make him stumble. The key clattered to the wooden floor, and Snagtooth scrambled to reclaim both his footing and the prize he had taken off the human. Nimble claws finally closed around the tiny key just as a low snarl sounded from behind him.

"Get back here...!"

Snagtooth, never one for following orders, ran. He moved on all fours, skittering out of the storage room and down the short hallway of the train car, followed by a bellow and the clinking and clattering of the pursuing dragon.

Aleaster growled, his eyes locked onto the little thief as he lumbered after him. His hedonistic lifestyle had left him with a distaste for athleticism and meant that the kobold was rather easily outpacing him. Strike two, he thought spitefully to himself. When he got his claws on that little bastard...

Aleaster cleared the doorway but crashed against the cabin wall when he came to the corridor, his bulk ill fitting to the narrow passages of the train. Meanwhile his quarry ran and leapt, bouncing from wall to wall to gain height and latched onto the handle of a maintenance hatch on the ceiling. Snagtooth's lithe frame twisted and swung as he tried to hoist himself up and open the hatch at the same time but without much success in either, his legs making a comical running motion mid-air. Seeing his chance Aleaster made a couple running steps, but his overfilled bladder jostled painfully, its weight pushing against his internal organs and tugging at his nerves, making him clench and flinch at the same time.

Instead, he sat down on his haunches and peered at the kobold imperially. “What are you running away for," he barked, “what you want is right here!" He pointed at himself with the tip of his slender tail.

Snagtooth froze in his motions, and looked down at the dragon with wide eyes of a frightened prey. His chest heaved with his quick breaths, fluttering like a sparrow's wings as he slowly lowered himself to hang from the handle.

"Well, uh..." His tail wrapped around himself in a gesture of embarrassment. "Big scary dragon plus small kobold equals not good times...?"

"Depends who you ask." Aleaster padded forward forward slowly, giving off an imperious air that definitely was not just from the pain of a full bladder. He sat back down on his haunches underneath the hanging kobold, causing the little thing to draw his legs up and out of the reach of his jaws.

"Just get down here already. There's nowhere else for you to go, and frankly, I've grown bored of chasing you." He flicked his tail and raised an eyebrow at the kobold.

Snagtooth had to consider that for a long moment. It was true that he would not be able to escape as easily as he thought--he had noticed that the hinges of the maintenance hatch were stuck with rust, and his weight was not enough to dislodge it. He cleared his throat.

"I think I'll stay up here a little while longer. It's good upper-body exercise, you know?" He grunted, hefting himself up as his legs kicked beneath him, and then dropped back down with a soft grunt. "See?"

Aleaster craned his neck upwards to sniff the kobold's crotch, but was cut short by his frantic flailing and had to withdraw or risk getting a faceful of boot on his snout.

"I see that you're a male of your species," he said wryly, "in my experience you've always been most vexing and need more… discipline before starting to behave like agreeable little critters proper kobolds are."

He settled down right under the kobold, one front paw over another, and tried to make himself comfortable. "Let's get this over with, hmm? If you drop down now I might not gobble you up." He winked his eye and grinned. "No promises though."

Snaggletooth was lightweight and athletic for his size, and he had no trouble clinging to the ceiling. That, however, was not a sustainable solution to his predicament. Sooner or later the human would wake up and poke him with a broomstick or something, and then he would be done for.

"Wait, I'm more valuable to you alive than a light snack!" He started, trying to pull off his usual easy charm, but his nervousness made him sound meek. His heart hammered rapidly from the physical exertion and stress, but finally being so close to the grand, majestic dragon also felt exhilarating--no, exciting! He could feel his body working against his better judgement and getting his nether parts flushed with blood…

Aleaster raised his eyebrows and snorted. "I do not make a habit out of negotiating with my meals."

"But I have a business proposal for you! You are sitting on a veritable fortune right as we speak!"

"Explain yourself." Aleaster was starting to grow irritable as the weight of his distended bladder throbbed against his insides, and he shuffled his butt trying to find a position that would relieve the pressure even a little bit, but without success.

"Dragon anal gland extract can be distilled into a potent perfume, shed scales made into jewelry, urine sold as an aphrodisiac, and as for the other fluids… well, let's just say that there are more than one person wishing to introduce a bit of dragonic blood into their heritage."

"Quite. So you intend to fatten me up and sell to the highest bidder?" Aleaster looked less than enthusiastic, his sneer as cold as his tone was flat.

Snagletooth paused and calculated in his head, oblivious to the danger. "Weelll, getting your testicles nice and plump with a padding of fat would increase the quality and quantity of the yield up to-"

His investor pitch was rudely interrupted by the seething dragon.

"I think you're forgetting who exactly you are talking to, kobold." Aleaster's voice was low and toneless, though the slow flicking of his tail made it apparent that the kobold had pissed him off. "I am Aleaster, the Quicksilver, the Serpent Eternal. The raja of ancient Taraja and the Kora Straits. Son of Flame, hatched in the Depths, consort to the Moon." He arched his neck imperiously. "I am no mere chattel for you to profit off of!"

Snagtooth squeaked, pulling himself back up against the maintenance hatch. "O-of course, of course. You'd be well taken care of, and would see a very fair share of the profits. Does 60-40 sound good to you?"

A low snarl signalled that that did not sound at all good to the dragon.

"Alright, alright. 70-30? I could go lower if you--" The kobold was interrupted by the low, tortured groan of rusty metal on metal as the hatch suddenly swung open, sending him swinging and flailing as he dropped downward. He lost his grip on the handle, and fell in a tangled pile of limbs right before Aleaster. "Oooogh... fink I bith mah tongg..."

The dragon planted his paw on the kobold's chest, pinning him down on the floor. For all its elegance, almost feminine grace the forelimb packed terrible strength behind it. Snagtooth made a tiny oof sound. He could taste his blood in his mouth, his tongue throbbing sharply, but it was by far the least of his worries.

“I should snap you like a twig for trying my patience," the dragon said casually like talking about swatting a fly, head held aloft and looking down his nose at the pitiful creature.

Suddenly he swooped his neck low and pushed his face right next to Snagtooth's, their nostrils almost touching. “But I like your style!" The dragon grinned like a happy puppy. “Very few people would have the audacity to bargain with a dragon while hanging for their lives."

Snagtooth made a weak smile “I aim to please…?"

“It means you have spunk! Moxie!" The dragon prodded his chest with his foreclaw. “You are very, hm, how to put it..?"

“Brave?"

“That, or stupid. Either way it will be amusing!"

The dragon pulled back and sat again on his haunches, back held straight looking as regal as only he could. “I have decided to let you accompany us for a while, little thief," he announced and graciously lifted the weight from the kobold's chest. “Now, what to call you…"

The kobold dusted himself off and rose up cautiously. “My name is Snagtooth-"

The dragon frowned. “I did not ask for your opinion. No, that's too long, something more down-to-earth is fitting for you."

“S-snaggy?" he mumbled looking dejected.

“Perfect," said Aleaster smugly. “Now for the first order of business: on your knees and between my legs." He pointed toward his crotch. “It's time for you to receive your... share of the dragon's treasure."

Snagtooth blinked and gulped. He pointed between himself and the dragon in disbelief “You? Me? But!"

Aleaster just shooed him impatiently. “Get to it, already!"

The kobold's knees suddenly felt weak, and he started getting down as if in a dream. When standing up his head was on the level of Aleaster's sternum, but now it descended ever lower, past his chest, midriff, belly, never daring to break eye contact with the noble beast's fiery, amused stare--at least not until he could feel his own butt and hands touch the train's carpeted floor. He glanced at the area between the dragon's legs, and saw a metal device with two locks protruding from his genital slit. The first was at the base of the chastity cage clamping on his dragonhood, complex and of intricate design, while the second was simpler one at the end of a silver tube disappearing down his pisshole. Snagtooth looked back at the plain, simple silver key in his hand and swallowed, his mouth dry.

"Well? I don't have all day." Aleaster's voice came out in a low, lazy drawl, but his teeth gritted slightly in anticipation for the release of the pressure swelling in his bladder. "You aim to please, don't you? Get to pleasing me, Snaggy."

Snagtooth felt a snarl stretch his lips for only a moment, before it was washed away by a waft of the pungent, potent scent of the dragon's crotch. The pheromones flipped an instinctual switch in his brain, sending a sharp jolt of arousal deep into the pit of his belly. There was another dull, nagging throb in his crotch, and the kobold could only nod dumbly. He reached out with shaking hands, gripping the elaborate cage enclosing Aleaster's member in one hand as the other brought the key in his grip toward the lock at the dragonhood's tip. It took a few tries, but finally Snagtooth managed to insert and turn the key. The lock opened... and Snagtooth was immediately hit with a strong, forceful stream of dragon piss that nearly knocked him on his back.

Aleaster threw his head back and moaned in relief as the agonizing pressure was finally released. "Ohhhhh yessss..." He hissed and panted, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his hot, briny urine splashed out over the kobold between his hind legs and began to soak the carpet underneath them. It was thick, and plush, and would hold onto the stench for days. Aleaster chuckled; he so loved leaving his mark on other peoples' property--and his own, he thought with a grin as he reached out to bat at the kobold. Snagtooth grunted as he was sent sprawling on his back. The soaked carpet squelched under him, and the dragon's rank stream continued washing over him. He had numerous flasks in his pouches for collecting the various fluids and samples he had planned to take from the dragon, but all thought of them was wiped from his mind as the stench of fermented dragon piss filled his lungs. An aphrodisiac, he had said, and a very potent one at that. Snagtooth could feel his body flush with arousal and the throb in his crotch become a needy itch. His mouth dropped open and his tongue lolled out as he began to pant, providing the perfect target for Aleaster's stream.

The dark gold colored, frothy urine hit the kobold squarely on snout making him flinch and sneeze, but he recovered his position quickly, eager to correct his mistake. A good kobold does what he is told. He caught the stream into his waiting maw, letting the flood wash over himself, running and bubbling on his tongue and against the back of his throat, from the corners of his mouth into his cupped hands below. The taste was exquisite, salty and sharp ammonia tinted urine mingling with rich, beefy aroma, swirling with the potent male pheromones the virile he-dragon secreted from every inch of his being. Snagtooth's mouth filled up and he gulped. The sheer intimacy of swallowing down the liquid warmed up by the dragon's body heat made him feel like he was about to pass out. It was filthy, he realized on some distant level, and feeling that sizable gulp roiling inside him made him feel a bit queasy, but his better judgement was overridden by his newly awakened desires. He wanted more of the dragon inside him, becoming part of him, to be marked and owned by the bigger and stronger master… and his crotch throbbed along his awakened lust, needy and puffy and engorged with blood.

Snagtooth's clothes were thoroughly soaked with piss by now, and he tore off his jacket and hoodie, leaving only his leather pants and boots. His slim frame was toned, his athletic muscles making faint traces and bumps under his sleek, dully shimmering lizard hide. The stream of urine had slowed down from a jet to a steady flow, but like a faucet showed no sign of stopping any time soon. The kobold slid under it and rubbed the reeking urine on his chest, his hands making long sweeping gestures from his clavicle to his belly, then disappearing under his belt to tease his own slit with his piss stained fingers.

“Go on, take it in" the dragon grunted and eased himself a bit forwards, his elbows resting against the squelching mess on the floor and savoring the sweet relief his stretched out bladder was experiencing. Snagtooth nodded and leaned backwards on his knees, butt hovering over his ankles, and unzipped his pants. Between his legs he had a tight slit, its edges now slightly swollen and raised apart, showing a peek of the pink inside of his genital passage. With trembling hands he took hold of the chastity cage, the dragon's flesh purple and bulging under its silvery bindings, and guided it towards himself.

Its tip slid inside, hard and alien against his soft flesh, but his lust had lubricated him well and after the initial shock he could accommodate it with little discomfort. He relaxed his muscles and took more in. Almost instantly he started to feel himself filling up as the dragon's freely flowing waste pooled inside him. Little rivulets sprung from the sides of his slit and ran between his thighs and butt crack. He panted and grunted, making growling mating noises and amusing the dragon.

"There you go, that's more like it. You're a good little kobold, aren't you?" The dragon's voice was dripping in mock affection as he slowly pushed his entrapped cock deeper into the Snagtooth's tender insides. He could feel nothing, of course, the metal encasing him preventing from even a hint of the kobold's warm, wet passage from brushing against his flesh. But he cared not; there were many uses to which he could put his new little plaything. He glanced over to the prone form of James, and a devious smirk stretched Aleaster's lips. Snagtooth, meanwhile, continued moaning and chirring as he felt the dragon's briny liquid filling his cloaca. He could not vocalize what he was feeling, but the gentle nips and licks he was giving to Aleaster's underbelly spoke volumes for how much he was enjoying his predicament. He clamped down, the muscles of his slit clenching around the intrusion and trapping the deluge of urine inside of himself. He could feel it pooling inside, bloated him up as it began to fill his plugged passageway. The kobold hissed, shucking his pants off the rest of the way to bare himself completely to the dragon. One hand moved to stroke his stomach, imagining that he could feel it growing larger as Aleaster's liquid waste poured into him, while the other moved down beneath his tail to tease the hind edge of his opening.

Finally, Aleaster's flood came to an end. He stayed buried inside the kobold for a long moment, looking down at Snagtooth with a self-satisfied grin. Snagtooth, meanwhile, could only pant and gasp every time Aleaster gave his cock a cruelly playful tug. The hard, smooth metal of the dragon's cock cage dug into the delicate flesh of the kobold's innards, and every movement put sharp pressure on his filled crotch and lower belly. He had to keep himself clamped shut to not lose a single drop of the dragon's golden liquid swirling inside him. He did not dare to move. He could barely think. He could only whine as the dragon used him as he saw fit.

Every small movement of Aleaster's member inside the kobold tugged at the silver pipe, making it brush deliciously against his tender prostate and making him increasingly horny. Originally Aleaster had no intention of rewarding that greedy little creature with a taste of his seed, but the cute moans and chirps he made and the pressure on his sweet spot made it increasingly hard to resist... His agitated prostate was working overtime to produce precum, flowing freely in the distended channel that was his urethra, making the metal within slick and slippery like a well lubricated piston. He groaned and clenched his teeth as his hardening cock bit into the merciless chastity device, the flesh needing to swell and expand but having nowhere to go. The dragon huffed, eyes closed, wanting to take a break, but the kobold would not let him go--the small creature clenched his slit and hips tightly around his pleasure--and he would not relent until he was brought over the edge.

Snagtooth gasped as he came, squirting a mixture of kobold cum and dragon piss up Aleaster's silver pipe. The contractions welling up from the bottom of his pelvis made his legs tremble as he lost control in the throes of his earth-shattering orgasm, and he fell on his back panting and mewling. As soon as the plug was removed from his cloaca a gush of sex fluids and urine flooded out of his slit, his thin seed completely dissolved and erased by the dragon's heady musk. He laid on his back, too weak to even finger himself to a second orgasm, and just rode the waves of pleasure running along his well used body. Aleaster turned around and lifted his tail, hovering his fleshy rear end above the kobold for a moment before sitting down and smothering him with his smelly ass.

"Do not pull out before you make me cum" he said with a hoarse voice, and smooshed his anus slit against his face, the kobold's snout disappearing inside it like in a bizarre muzzle.

Snagtooth yipped in surprise, struggling under the dragon for a moment while Aleaster settled himself more firmly against the kobold beneath him. He ground his hind end down on Snagtooth's prone form and as the rich, heady scents of the dragon's ass filled the kobold's lungs, his writhing and wriggling began to grow slow and feeble. His claws, which had moments ago scrabbled against the dragon's hips, now clutched at them and tried to pull the dragon further down on top of him. He worked his jaw and moved his snout from side to side, rubbing and grinding it against the dragon's inner walls as he took deep sniffs of Aleaster's anal musk.

"Yes, that's it... just like that..." Aleaster hissed and groaned, his cock throbbing with every movement of the kobold's snout within him, drooling a constant stream of gooey, slick precum onto the already-soiled carpet as the kobold's blunt, flat muzzle pressed right against his prostate. His pleasure was tinged with a sharp edge of sweet pain as the metal of his cock cage dug into his tender flesh, making him pant and whine like an entrapped beast as he bounced a little on top of his impromptu seat.

As time passed Snagtooth's movements began to become frantic once more; there was no oxygen within the dragon's tight, moist bowels, and the musk-tainted air within Snagtooth's lungs was quickly running out. He struggled and squirmed, but the uncaring beast did not budge. He tried to whimper, to beg for mercy, but his pleas were muffled and lost within the flesh of the dragon's rump. The kobold's squirming pleased Aleaster as his jerking motions stimulated his insides just the right way. He knew that he should release the kobold soon, before he would pass out, but he was so close to the edge now, his need for release urgent and pressing sensation overwhelming his mind. Just a little bit more, you spunky little critter, he thought as he pushed his ass tighter on the kobold's face with a wet, shlicking sound...

Snagtooth's body panicked as it was deprived from oxygen and bucked, trying to gain more leverage but gained none, being hopelessly pinned under the dragon's bulk. His mind, however, found strange acceptance as spots started to swim in his vision and was enveloped in a warm haze of comfort, rendering even the hurried thumping of his heart into a distant drumbeat. So be it echoed the thought in his skull--he was at the dragon's mercy, to be used as it wished, and if giving it pleasure meant giving up himself so be it… his body grew slack and relaxed as he swam deeper into the depths of unconsciousness… And was pulled back into the light by the dragon lifting his rear end and batting him with his forepaw.

"Good boy," the dragon purred and showered his naked body with licks and kisses like an affectionate oversized house cat.

Snagtooth saw that there was sticky, strong smelling dragon spooge everywhere, thick off-white cum ropes on their bodies, on the floor, even drooping from the ceiling. Several weeks' worth of sperm must have been packed in his balls, the virile beast having been denied release by some cruel master staying his hand. No small wonder he had been so eager to copulate when the opportunity presented itself, as the weight of his overfilled testicles must have kept him constantly aroused!

Snagtooth laid on the soiled floor gasping for breath, his lithe chest rising up and down as he filled his lungs with the sweet air. His head swam, but he was floating on a cushy afterglow of pleasure so he did not complain--in fact, he felt himself getting horny again from the dragon's attentions. He licked some of the semen so copiously sprayed around from his fingers and it tasted as good as he had ever dreamed, salty and pungent and overpowering with its pheromone might. He was thoroughly coated in the dragon's precious essence, marked by his scent inside and outside, and that thought alone made his other hand wander towards his slit to stroke himself.

"...Was it good for you, master?" he asked with a hoarse voice.

"It was passable," his new owner replied cruelly, but kept snuggling against him.

"Ah, maybe… more, then?"

The dragon paused for a while. "First, we'll tuck my human into his bed. I don't want him sleeping on the cold floor." The dragon smirked. "Then, we'll see about your punishment."

Snagtooth's heart skipped a beat. “T-this wasn't it?"

“Oh no," Aleaster laughed heartily, “I was just testing the goods. You are quite sturdy for a kobold, I am going to have lots of fun with you!"

Snagtooth gulped, and nodded.