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I'm awoken to a warm morning, with my dragon keeping me tight against her chest, stirring as I feel something move and shift inside me. It's so big... and while it is hard, it isn't rigid, shifting slightly as it pistons up and down slowly. Letting out a deep moan, I open my eyes, looking behind myself, finding Scarlet's gaze upon me, a purr radiating loudly inside her chest.

“S-Scarlet..."

“Yes, my dear little fox?"

“Do you have to wake me with your tail up my ass?" I ask, my hole clamping on her scale covered appendage.

She lets out a chuckle, huffing her breath across my head. “Is there any other way to wake you?"

“You could have used your tongue..."

“I did. It didn't wake you up." With this, she pushes her tail further inside me, spreading me open even more, almost hitting my limit.

“Ah! Scar-Scarlet! You're going too deep!"

“There's no such thing, little fox."

Scarlet moves and pushes me on all fours, moving over me as she starts fucking me with her tail. I call out as she does this, feeling my insides shift and move to accommodate her size. My claws dig into the ground as I try my best to take her, her aura of dominance and power radiating over me. I whimper and shiver as she goes faster, trying to hit deeper into my body.

“Scarlet! You're being too rough!" I call out, feeling my cock throb with pleasure between my thighs.

“Take it! My little plaything!" She roars back, her purr turning into a dominant growl. “Don't think I can't feel it! How good it feels! How much you want it!"

“Nnng! P-please..."

I try to respond with more, to deny it. But she's right, I love it when she uses me like this. Dragons are naturally dominant, whether it be sexually or in nature. So they find someone to compliment their personality, whether it's someone who is as dominant, to provide a playful challenge in their relationship. Or someone they can dominate, who also wants to be dominated. And Scarlet knows just how to make me hers, to show off her power, when she wants to.

Rolling my head back, I can barely let out a cry of pleasure before my maw and throat are filled with my dragon's tongue. It's hot, wet, and oh so deep in my gullet, cutting off my air supply as it continues to dig deep into me. My eyes roll back into my skull as Scarlet's lips meet mine, locking me into the deepest French kiss of my life. And before I know it, I cream across the ground below me, shooting my load as I moan around my dragon's tongue.

'Don't you dare think... cumming gets you out of this!' Scarlet's voice radiates inside my mind, deep and powerful as she continues to tail-fuck me. 'You are far from being done, little fox...'

'M-more... pl-please...' I manage to think back, her tongue sliding in and out of my maw, barely allowing me enough air.

Scarlet moves a front talon to her neithers, working her own pleasure. 'Just, a l-little... more!'

I feel her juices drip down onto my back, marking me with her lust. Knowing that her scent is sinking into my fur turns me on again, and if I hadn't just cum, I'm half convinced she'd make me cum again. The sounds she makes, the deep breaths of effort, the groans of need. They all mix with the noises she's bringing out of me, my eyes rolling back into my skull. And then, it happens. I feel a gush of hot liquid pour down onto my back, and her tail shoots as deep as it can into me, making me groan in both pain and pleasure.

It feels as though my dragon is trying to rip my ass in two, and I love every second of it. Enduring it for the both of us, the pleasure we both get out of this. It lasts for a bliss filled eternity, her pleasure squirting onto my back, our moans mixing together in a primal piece of music. But even this, doesn't last long enough, and soon enough I feel Scarlet pull out of me, leaving me a gasping mess on the floor, as my limbs give out. My dragon is still above me, but all dominance has left her, her gaze is caring and... remorseful. Before she manages to say anything, I open my maw.

“Dare apologise... and I finger your g-spot for an hour." I huff out, groaning as I slowly get back up onto all fours.

“But I... I hate when I get like this..." She responds, moving her snout to the back of my neck, her nose pressing against my fur.

“Scarlet? I knew what I signed up for, you made it clear... a dozen times when we met. And if I didn't want to be used as a sex toy, don't you think I could stand up for myself?"

“Hmm..."

“Don't you?"

“Y-yes..."

“Then trust me, trust me that if I didn't want you to do something, that I'd tell you." I say, rubbing a horn against the side of her snout softly. “It's weird, even when you can feel my pleasure, my longing for more, you still doubt that I want this."

“How... do I know I didn't force you to feel those things?"

“Even if that were the case, I'm a fox. It'd probably turn me on even more."

“O-ok, point taken." This makes her chuckle, her nostrils flaring as she sniffs my fur. “Although, I do love it when you smell like me."

“I always smell like you, sweetie. Dragons have strong scents."

“No, I mean... 'me'."

“Mmmph, I love it too. Want me to stay here for a little longer? Or do you want me to wash myself?"

“As much as I want the show, I think..." Scarlet trails off for a moment, moving me close to her chest. I can feel a good portion of doubt leave her a little, replaced by conviction, even if there is a underlying doubt to her words. “I want you to stay here, with me, all day."

“All day? Think I still have the energy? For all twelve feet of you?" I ask, smiling up at her softly.

She moves and kisses my head softly. “I have faith in you, little fox. To worship my body, all... day... long..."

Drawing the last words out, she moves onto her side, laying against the bushes once more, showing off her body as she spreads her legs. I gulp softly as I try to stand up, feeling a shift inside of myself. With a huff, my paws go to my lower abdomen, feeling a deep emptiness inside myself, while my bowels shift back into place.

“Mmmph, still getting used to that..." I moan out, my length throbbing softly, half poking out of my sheath. “But gotta love the post tail-fuck shift."

“Less talking foxy, more tongue on my scales." Scarlet purrs out. “I built up quite a sweat."

“You always do, when your dominance overtakes you." I smile at her as I walk towards her, knowing that today is going to be busy.

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After the day of 'worshipping' my dragon, and a night of post sex snuggling. It takes another day or two more to make our way through the rest of the forest. We're met by the smell of saltwater, as we come out of the forest, getting to a grassy clearing, leading to a cliff that overlook the sea. We continue to walk close to the edge, looking down the cliff to the sea and sands below. A small village stands to the south, looking to consist of two dozen houses, a shop or two, and a small pier. Looking it over, a large galleon at the dock catches my eye. It looks too big to be hold up here, to the point that it can't really dock at the pier, having to drop anchor in a deeper section of the coast.

The ship has two rows of cannons on the side I can see, eight on the higher level, and six on the lower. From what I can guess, there should be a good two decks below the ones with cannons on them, leaving a good amount of space for goods. So maybe a well prepared trader, or an official one with a good investor.

“Now, what's a ship like that docking at a village like this?" I ask, trying to get a better look.

“Those boards are lengthened and reinforced, looks like they might dock here often. ." Scarlet mentions, able to see things at a distance better than me.

“You're right, but who knows? Maybe they're just well prepared?"

“It'd make sense if they have reason to return to places like this. Maybe the First Mate grew up here?"

“Hmm, well, we can't keep speculating. Best head down to see what deal we can make."

“Deal?"

“Yeah, what better way to find a new place to live? The best case: we get a ride, worst case? Maybe they have spare food." I say as I look for a way down the cliff. Finding nothing, I run a paw over my dragon's nose, petting the bridge of her snout, before I move to climb up onto her back. Lowering herself to help me get onto her, grasping her neck softly to hold myself in place. “Make sure to land a distance away, don't want worry them."

Scarlet nods as she expand her wings out, flapping softly before she takes a few steps back. Running forward, she leaps off of the cliff, the wings catching the wind. Holding myself tight against my dragon's neck, she slowly lowers the both of us down, circling the open space in front of the cliff. We land gracefully onto the sands, only a small amount of uncertainty to my dragon's movements. I get off of her back, patting her shoulder.

“You ok?" I ask with a smile.

“Y-yeah, only been on sand a handful of times." She responds, looking back at me with a small smirk. “It's all grain-y..."

I give her cheek a soft kiss. “Well, you made the landing look natural."

Scarlet smile grows a little wider, pushing back against my kiss, wordlessly asking for more affection. Unable to hold myself back, I move a paw to her chin, digging my claws against her scales as I start giving her scritches. A soft rumbling purr comes from her chest, her body moving into my embrace. Despite her size and grandiose-ness, she's just a lizard after all.

“There we are, you're such a good girl." I say, continuing to scratch at the underside of her head, moving to behind her cheek horns, getting deep into the crevasses that she may not be able to get to by herself.

“O-oh Reaver... you know just how to treat a girl..." She purrs back, her eyes half closed from the pleasure.

“Nah, I just know where your weak spots are." Letting the moment go on for a little more, I finally stop, giving her a soft pet before I start walking to the village. I get a few feet ahead of my dragon, before looking back, to find her still where she landed, looking at me. Lifting my tail slightly, letting her see more of my backside. “Watching me strut my stuff?"

“Oh, I'm more than watching, I'm admiring that fine backside, and imagining what I could do to it."

“And here I thought I was supposed to be the dirty minded one, out of the two of us."

“Maybe you've rubbed off on me, in more ways than one." She moves close to me, her nose running up my back fur, sniffing softly at my scent.

“Mmmph, you'd make a great tracker dragon, you know that right?"

“You bet," she purrs, her gaze moving to the village. “Wanna make a bet the captain of that ship is hot?"

“That's no fair, you can look into other's minds. I'm thinking you've had a look already."

“I wouldn't cheat like that... again. But ok, wanna bet a meal on who gets with him first?"

I smile, nodding my head. “Much better."

We continue to the village, and once we're able to properly see the figures of the coastal hamlet, we realise that they're preparing for a fight. Not setting up blockades, but definitely getting their weapons. I look at Scarlet, and she meets my gaze, before we look back at the village. Letting out a shared groan, we both raise our paws, or front talons for her, waiting for them to see we're not aggressive.

“So much for not causing a fuss..." Scarlet says under her breath.

“Always knew there was a chance..." I say back, letting a bit of my annoyance out at hitting this situation again. Waiting for a few of the figures to come to us, we're met by a about dozen or so people, most having flintlocks, the couple others having swords instead. I think they're mostly the crew of the ship, wearing more traditional sea-fairing clothes. I raise my voice slightly, to call over to them. “We're unarmed!"

“Tell your dragon to lay on her back, showing her talons!" One of them yells back, raising their gun.

“She's already doing enough, think being on her back will stop her from spewing fire?"

“'His dragon', also knows how to speak. And is smart enough to burn villages down, before revealing herself on foot." Scarlet calls over, puffing out a little fire as she speaks.

“Not smart enough to look out for the captain." Scarlet and I jump either side at the growling voice just behind us. “Or, maybe you were in a hurry."

Looking back, we're met by a muscular lion, in a green collarless shirt that leaves a small part of his lower belly bare to the world. With red and grey striped trousers, held up with a grey fabric belt. A cutlass sits hilted at his hip, held underneath a large overcoat that hangs on his shoulders, looking too well fitting not to be tailored.

Black stripes cover his face and what I can see of his stomach, similar to a tiger's. These are stopped at the border of his maw by a stripe either side of his snout, going from in between the top of his eyes, to just above the corners of his lips. Piercing blue eyes look between the two of us, black fur surround his eyes, somehow magnifying the colour of his iris. Walking in between the two of us, he pops the cork of the bottle in his paw, taking a quick swig. His tail swishes in the indent in his coat, stripes continuing down to the tuft of fur at its end.

“Put your guns down lads! If they were trying to attack us, they'd have flown over the village, not land on the beach!" He calls over, before looking back at us and signalling for us to follow. “Come on, they know better than to shoot towards their captain... I hope."

We both look at each other, Scarlet moving back onto all fours. I shrug my shoulders as we begin to follow the lion, Scarlet's voice radiates into my mind. “How the hell did he sneak up on us?"

'No idea,' I think back, not wanting to appear to be talking to myself. “Maybe we were a little too lovey dovey?"

The lion walks on slightly shaky paws as he brings us to the small hamlet. His crew put their weapons aside as we draw closer, but they still seem to be on guard while we pass them. They close the way back once we are actively in the village, which admittedly makes us worry a little, even if Scarlet could probably get us out of this situation with minimal worry. We continue to follow the captain as he takes us onto the dock, or rather, takes me.

Scarlet stays on the beach of a moment or two before making a leap across the water, using her wings to help her across to the side of the ship. The ship rocks slightly as she clambers onto the deck, the wood creaking slightly under her weight. While the crew one the ship had seen what happened, they do take a few steps back as Scarlet walks onto the deck. She is somewhat unsteady on her talons, which is to be expected. Why use boats when you have wings? Although, I guess this would be as good a time as any to get her 'sea legs'.

“Think it might be best if we talk in private, go over things." The captain says as he and I follow the dragon onto the ship. One of the crew calls out 'Captain on deck' the lion takes step onto the deck. He points to Scarlet before looking at me. “Will she be attending, or will you two talk after the fact."

“If I'm there, she'll be too." I respond, scratching the back of my head. “Plus, most doors don't have dragons in mind."

The lion takes a moment, before speaking. “That's fair enough, guess most people don't."

He lets me into his cabin, making sure to close the door behind us. The scent of feline hits me harshly as I enter the cabin, making me blush as I can't help but inhale it. It has a very pleasing reaction to me, a very masculine smell, with hints of sweat and alcohol. I hope the lion doesn't notice as this happens, taking a few steps into the room. Having windows lining the back of the room, an ornate desk sits in-between them, a seat either side of the desk. Looking over the surface, scattered books and scrolls cover the polished wood. These take my attention for a moment as the lion moves behind his desk, offering me the other seat.

“Take a seat," he says, a small undertone growl in his voice as he sits and relaxes into the fabric.

I move towards the chair, sitting down before looking back at the lion, his piercing blue eyes looking me over.

“So, what brings a dragon to the coast?" He asks, baring a fang in a smile.

“It's a bit of a story." I respond, trying not to sound too closed off.

“We'll be in dock until it's told, doubt your dragon will be willing to stay around too long."

“You'd be surprised, they're renowned for living in mountains for centuries, aren't they?"

“Yeah, in cub stories." The captain chuckles. “If I were to hazard a guess, you're from a inland small town, maybe a hamlet. Not sure how you got a dragon by your side, but I'm guessing you don't have too much contact with life off-island."

“Just because I'm a fennec, doesn't mean I'm some country bumpkin"

“Didn't say that. But am I wrong?"

“Just because you're correct, doesn't mean you're right."

The lion chuckles softly, a smile spreading across his maw. “Look, you seem like a good kid-“

“I'm twenty one."

“Nether the less, you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. Smart enough to have a dragon on your side."

“She's not my body guard." I grumble, looking away.

“A partner perhaps?"

I don't respond to him, but I look back at him.

“Now there's a story I'd like to hear." He laughs again, his teeth bared slightly. “Look, let people know you've got little world experience, and they may see an easy target. Most won't, but there's always a chance. I presume that might be why you ended up here, wanting to 'get out there', see the world?"

“More or less, had some... trouble back home."

“With the local guards?"

“More... family troubles."

“Ah, I understand ya." The lion responds, moving over his desk as he brings out a pouch, dropping it onto the wood with a small clank of glass. “I'll be more than happy to help you out, at least in making it to our next port. Especially if your dragon is willing to help out with fishing and defence."

“We wouldn't be working for our keep?"

“Honestly, we would have in different circumstances. But we had some of our crew depart on our last port, so we're a little short numbered. If your dragon is happy in helping us in gathering fish and defend the ship if needed, and you're happy in working during your time on here, we'll be happy to pay the both of you."

Looking over the pouch, I can't help but look over the small orbs jutting the fabric out. With a small shift, the captain opens it and brings out a marble, tinted slightly blue.

“Why are you trying to help me?"

“Let's just say, I see potential in people."

“You're desperate and nobody wants to join up here, right?"

“Pretty much, plus we could do with a fox. It's been too boring recently."

“How much until the next port?"

“Two hundred marbles for the dragon, one fifty for you. The same rate for each port after that, if you want to continue with us."

“And what will I need to do on the ship?"

“What are you good at? Luckily for you, we are a bit short in most areas."

“I'm good at hunting, foraging, preparing meats, and cooking." I explain, trying to think of sea specific talents I have.

“So you're agile? How are you with knots?"

“Uh... tying knots?"

This gets a smirk out of the lion. “Yes, tying ropes into knots."

“I haven't had much experience, especially with ship specific ones."

“Hmmm, it'll do. You'll be in the kitchen then, and we might have you scrub the deck from time to time."

“Scrubbing?"

“Not even foxes get out of a little scrub work, that's part of the pay."

I give it a moment of thought, awaiting Scarlet's decision.

'Say yes,' she growls into my ear. 'It'll probably be the best deal we can get, at least until we get to the next port. Also, ask where they're traveling to.'

“Where are you heading? If you don't mind me asking?"

“Natila, it's a moderate sized town in the mainland. Well, maybe not moderately sized for everyone. They have a population of nine thousand."

“Nine thousand people?"

“As I say, it might not seem moderate if you've only seen smaller settlements. But it is a rather bustling place, good port, somewhat decent food, it even has a bookshop."

'Say yes, little fox. Even if we don't stay with the crew, I'm sure you'll be able to buy a few books with that pay.' Scarlet thinks to me, radiating her will for me to agree, making me gulp softly. 'And I wanna watch that cute butt of yours climb all these ropes, and I know how much you love shaking it.'

'Not as much as I do getting it spread...' I think back to her with a smirk, before turning my attention back to the lion. “We agree to work for you, until the next port at least. If we stay on longer, we'll work on a dock by dock bases."

“Good," the lion smiles once again as he takes out a small book, a quill and a bottle of ink. “All I'll need are your names, to add to the roster. As much as I hate it, we do like keeping records."

“I'm Reaver Westgarth, and the dragon's name is Scarlet."

“Her last name?"

“Dragon's don't have last names, it's more of a bipedal thing, from what I'm told."

The captain writes our names down, adding a '- Dragon' onto the end of Scarlet's entry. “All done. We start an hour after sunrise, eat two meals a day plus a portion of any fish we catch, and Friday's are poker nights."