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Deep in the wilderness, a druid known only as Pinecone was spending a peaceful morning walking along the shore of a large pond. He was a squirrel, a bit taller than most of his kind but still rather small and slender. His hair and the tip of his tail were seemingly permenantly stained the dark green of pine needles, and he wore only a simple handmade tunic of woven grass. For anyone but him, it would probably have been rather uncomfortable, but the druid seemed perfectly content this morning.

That is, until Pinecone heard a rush of wind and then suddenly found himself looking down on that pond from above, and only flying higher by the moment. It took him a few seconds to piece together what happened, heaving to regain his breath that was knocked from his lungs while he looked around in a panic. He was being carried around his midsection by a large, scaly set of talons, painfully constricting around him so he couldn't even fill his lungs. Looking up, the squirrel saw the beige-colored underbelly of a great scaled beast, powerful wings beating like a drum with each flap to bring them higher still. He looked behind, seeing two hindfeet further back, covered in darker brown scales- so the druid realized this was a true dragon, not a wyvern or some other sort of wyrm.

Rather than use his magic as the druid normally would to speak with animals, Pinecone just shouted in common tongue towards the head of this great flying beast. "Hey! Can you set me down so we can talk!?" The squirrel squirmed a bit in the dragon's grip, feeling like his sides would get bruised from those hard talons. Their direction didn't change at all, so he yelled out again. "I said, could you land so we can talk about this!? Or at least loosen your grip!? You're crushing me!" Pinecone waited, nervously chittering his teeth... Then the grip around his waist loosened slightly, allowing him to breathe and to relax a bit.

He realized that he probably could slip out, but the long fall between him and the forest below convinced the squirrel to stay where he was, for now. The dragon listened to him, so maybe there was something urgent it needed his help with? The squirrel could only imagine what that might be, but it was no surprise to the druid that some creatures in the area might seek his help. It wasn't even his first time flying with a dragon, as rare as they are, and the small squirrel felt no fear from looking down at the green expanse of forest below. He smiled, deciding to just relax as best as he could and enjoy the view while he waited to see where the dragon took him.

The druid's peaceful thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the dragon came to a sudden, hard landing upon smooth stone. The dragon had flown to the mouth of a cave halfway up a mountain, and seemed to underestimate how hard it would be to stop while having one hand carrying something fragile- so it dropped him, sending the poor squirrel tumbling forward with the momentum, bruising his knees and elbows upon the rocky floor. When he finally came to a stop, Pinecone slowly looked up and around with a pained groan. The ground was completely smooth and polished, aside from countless scratches from dragon claws. Surprisingly, the walls were smoothed as well, and a few pillars seemed to be carved directly from the mountain itself, supporting the high ceiling. White, glowing crystals were placed in sconces around the cavern, illuminating it with a constant dim light. And to his surprise, the cave seemed to go on considerably further behind him, though his eyes had not yet adjusted to the dimmer light to see very far in that direction.

Pinecone instead turned his attention back towards the mouth of the cave, where the dragon was slowly walking towards him, slouched and baring its teeth in a snarl. The squirrel just let out an indignant huff at the sight, and continued to slowly rise to his feet, dusting off his now tattered grass tunic without any hurry. "You could have just asked me to come along with you, you know." Even though he was dwarfed by the dragon in front of him- which was considerably bigger than an elephant already- the small squirrel didn't seem scared in the slightest. He let out an indignant huff, placing one hand on his hip and pointing accusingly at the dragon with the other. "Really! You don't ask me along, you carry me for miles without even telling me where we're going, and now you're trying to intimidate me? What a terrible host you are. You kidnapped me! Just tell me what you want!"

The dragon slows its advance and even softens its snarl as it listens to the small lecture, eventually sitting on its haunches several feet away and looking down at the floor in shame. Pinecone could see the dragon much clearer now- rough, jagged, dark brown scales covered most of its hide, while a smoother-scaled underbelly was colered a light beige. Its head was adorned with two tiny horns, but an intricate array of frills and larger scales atop its head and the back of its neck almost gave the impression of a full head of long hair, though the creature was actually completely hairless. Its talons were trimmed and dulled. Gold jewelery set with garnet and ruby adorned its forearms, a few talons, and its long tail which now laid to the side. And along with all the other details, the squirrel couldn't help but notice a sheath between its legs, and two plump testicles resting against the stone floor.

After a moment of silence, both Pinecone and the dragon open their mouths as if to speak- but both are interrupted by a deep, rumbling voice from behind the squirrel. The words sounded harsh, with too many consonants for most bipedal folk to easily pronounce. He recognized it as draconic, even if he didn't speak the language. The squirrel's fur stood on end as he slowly turned to face whoever or whatever was speaking, and he was met with the sight of yet another dragon. It was lounging lazily on its side, much like a cat, and its saphire-colored scales glistened in the traces of sunlight beaming in. The silvery crest on its chest jutted out and looked hard as armor, and it wore silver and saphire around its horns and long, craning neck. This dragon was laying down, but Pinecone could tell it was easily half again larger than the brown one which had brought him here. More than that, however, his eyes widened with surprise and recognition.

"Oh! Lady Storm!" He quickly bowed his head, clumsily imitating what he had seen others do before royalty. 'Storm' was a translation of the dragon's draconic name, one that she preferred most non-dragons use for her "I did not see you here. Did you send this-" The squirrel began, only to be cut off by the smaller dragon speaking up behind him.

"Hah! As if I would be 'sent' anywhere, by anyone!" The brown dragon raised a clawed hand to his chest, raising his head high and to the side, smirking down at the squirrel. His voice wasn't as deep as Storm, and sounded a bit raspier. Though it might not have been as imposing of a tone, his ego was unmistakable already. "I am Tzy- I mean, you will refer to me as Emperor. Or King. As that is my name in your tongue, and quite befitting of my stature. Furthermore, you will bow to me as you did to The Storm, but I will correct your clumsy, peasant-like technique until you get it right. And as you practice, you will learn the many things I..."

That 'King' continued to monologue about how great he was, but Pinecone stopped listening and turned back to the larger, lounging dragon. "So, Lady Storm, who is he and why am I here?" He frowned, seeming more upset and annoyed than afraid of the towering, mythical beasts on either side of him. "I don't care to listen to all of King's blustering to hope he gets to the point."

Storm sighed, bringing her head closer to the small squirrel so she could speak quieter. Her head alone was almost as big as his whole body. "He is my mate. I have been with him for several months now..." She seemed almost ashamed to admit that, glancing off to the side. "And he has been lazing in my lair here most of that time, so I sent him off to go meet other people and hopefully make some friends or other mates. He was not supposed to kidnap anyone." Storm let out a loud huff, electric sparks briefly arcing from her nostrils. "However, I think he merely got excited, and he's rather clueless in social etiquete. I doubt the runt meant any harm by it."

Pinecone listened to Storm, nodding along where appropriate. When she finished, he glanced back at King, who now had both eyes closed while continuing to boast about his many totally real accomplishments. So for now, the squirrel just kept his attention on Storm. "Right... I would have enjoyed his company if he landed and introduced himsel. But, sorry for saying this about your mate, my Lady, but he is very rude and I'm very upset with him." The squirrel scoffed, before suddenly looking confused when he processed something else she said earlier. "Wait, you sent him to find other mates?"

"Yes. We are mated, but I still indulge in the pleasure of others and I would encourage King to do the same." The dragon explained patiently. "You have no need to apologize, little Pinecone. His actions were wrong, and he should be punished for it. Would you like to do the honors?"

The squirrel nodded, understanding the open relationship, but what really surprised him and made him stammer was Storm's suggestion to punish him. "W-what? Me? Why- How?! He's like fifty times my size!"

Storm chuckled, and Pinecone felt the vibration in his chest up this close. "You should do it because you are the wronged party, and because I'm rather tired of punishing him at the moment... And because it can be quite fun." She gave a knowing smile. "As for how, you are a druid with powerful magic. And I know the company you keep- you know well how to punish someone with the... 'weakness' that King has. So please, punish my mate, would you? Dragons are resilient so you won't need to worry about injury, and I have trained him better than you might expect. I doubt he will even resist."

Pinecone furrowed his brow in confusion, looking back and forth between Storm and the still monologuing dragon who had kindapped him. A pink blush suddenly grew on his face as he looked between King's legs again, seeing that plump sack resting on the cavern floor, realizing what Storm meant. "Oh... Yeah, yeah. I could... I could do that." The squirrel let out a nervous laugh, turning to face King head on, and a faint green light began to glow from his fingertips.

---Kink scene starts---

The brown dragon remained oblivious to the entire conversation and to Pinecone preparing some sort of magic. Talking about himself to someone new was exhilirating! King was glad that he had decided to do this, forgetting that it wasn't even his idea. "... And so the majestic form that you see before you is known throughout the world, as Emperor! And sometimes King." His boasts were all false, of course, but it seemed that the dragon was into himself enough to even fool himself. He still didn't notice Pinecone's green glowing hands, nor did he notice the woody roots that were creeping up behind him, growing rapidly from the pine trees outside. "And my form is majestic, is it not? From my elegant head frills, to my powerful wings, to-" Several roots were surrounding King now, the largest of which curled around a large stone. It raised high as Pinecone raised his arm, then slammed that small boulder down right between the dragon's legs. "-my BALLS!"

The root had scored a direct hit with that rock, and King's poor testicles were briefly flattened to a fraction of their usual width against the hard cavern floor, quite literally caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock even cracked from the impact, crumbling away in the vine's powerful grasp. But a second hit wasn't needed, as King let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream and started thrashing wildly on the floor, unsure what had hit him. He couldn't even comprehend what was going on, he was in so much gut-wrenching agony so suddenly.

Eventually, King stopped thrashing to curl up into a ball, forearms reaching down and tenderly wrapping around his bruised, throbbing ballbag, and the dragon cracked an eye open, looking at his mate and guest through a few tears. Storm held a forepaw to her mouth, failing to hide a wide smile, and the squirrel had a wide, angry smile of a madman while he held his glowing hands forward. "W... Wh-" King started to stammer a question, but interrupted himself with a surprised yelp as one of those heavy roots wrapped around a hindleg, and then another. His forearms released his aching balls to claw at the cave floor while he was being pulled backwards, which was all the opening Pinecone wanted. A third vine lashed forward, eliciting another high-pitch yelp from the dragon as his malehood was whipped, then it quickly curled tightly around the base of his sack before he could protect himself. The sting of the whip was different from the deep, crushing ache from the rock, and King was overwhelmed by both already. He half groaned, half whined while reaching to his nethers again, but more roots shot forth, tangling around every one of his limbs, tail included, and pulled taut to spread his body out.

Only then did Pinecone step closer, looking the seemingly helpless brown dragon in the eyes, enjoying the the twisted expression of fear and pain on the beast's lips and eyes. "Why- AUUUGH!" King tried to ask again, only for another sharp CRACK of the vine whip to echo through the cave as it landed across his aching sack, drowned out by the dragon's pained roar afterwards. Even in his pained stupor, however, King realized he could easily spit fire at the squirrel to end this torment... but Storm was right. He was trained well. So as lash after lash of heavy whips fell apon his most sensitive spot, thrashing his already agonized orbs and covering his smooth sack in countless welts and bruises, King just writhed in his magical restraints, trying to gather his thoughts just to ask why this was happening to him.

A tap of a claw against Pinecone's shoulder brought the assault to a sudden stop, though he kept King's limbs bound. The squirrel turned to face the blue dragon who had been watching all this happen, and he looked a bit dazed after getting so into the role of a sadist. "Pinecone, dear- you're getting carried away. You're just torturing the poor boy at this point." The squirrel furrows his brow in confusion, but Storm continues to explain before he speaks. "You don't need to tone it back per se, but you should at least let him know why he is being punished. Give him a chance to apologize, yes?"

Pinecone nodded nervously, then turned back to King, placing a gentle paw atop the dragon's nose. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" As he spoke, the vine around the dragon's sack grew further, wrapping all over those trapped, agonized nuts, and slowly began to tighten around them. King couldn't even speak at this point and just desperately shook his head back and forth, tears constantly streaming down his face and choking sobs coming from his lips. Pinecone sighed, and as those vines around his nuts suddenly tightened to brutally crush King's nuts in a relentless grip, he stepped back to explain.

"You snatched me off the ground without even a simple greeting." The vines tightened further with each complaint. "You carried my in your claws for miles, before dropping me on hard stone- my elbows still hurt!" Tender nutflesh was mashed out of shape, starting to grotesquely bulge out between the gaps in the root. King's mouth opened in a silent scream, even as his eyes stayed trained on the squirrel in front of him, trying desperately to focus on his words. "And then all you do is talk about yourself! You never even asked my name!"

"I... I..." The dragon no longer had the energy to even squirm in his restraints, just laying limp as his balls were crushed so hard it felt like they were splitting into pieces. He openly sobbed from the all-consuming agony coming from his nethers, and he pleaded desperately while looking at his tormentor with tear-soaked eyes. "I'm soh-hohrryyyy! I-I duh... didn't mean-" He squealed as the vines shifted around without loosening, grinding his testicles nearly to paste. "I-I was ek... excite-heed! I j-just wanted to meet yo-hooh... Plea-heaase... I'll be b-better..."

Pinecone frowned, finally starting to get over his anger and feel a bit bad for the tortured dragon before him... So after a few more moments, all those roots began to loosen, then retreat back out the cave. King didn't even bother to curl up, too exhausted from that long, merciless punishment, and just laid where he was. He cried quietly, with nothing else to do but wait for the agony to slowly subside.

"There you go. I think he's learned his lesson." Storm said from behind him, still just lazing on her side through that whole ordeal. "If you forgive him, you should let him know. Offer him some comfort. Otherwise, I will return you to... wherever you were before."

Pinecone looked back at Storm, then to King. He grumbled something under his breath, then focused on the crying, defeated dragon at his feet. The squirrel softly stroked his paw across the dragon's head, softly speaking near his ear. "Shh, it's okay, King. I forgive you. You made a mistake, but it's okay now. You can rest." King sputtered out a cough and whined, his big hazel eye looking right at the squirrels face before it slowly closed. "Aww. I know I went hard on you. But yeah, you can rest. Did you... want me to check if you're okay down there?" Pinecone was embarrassed to ask, but it seemed like the least he could do at this point. Its not like nudity was all that taboo to a druid who lived in the wilderness and barely wore any clothing, after all.

The dragon just huffed in response, a bit of smoke spurted from his nostrils, making the squirrel cough. "That answers what type of breath you have, I guess." The squirrel chuckled, and slowly walked along King's body, gently stroking his side as he walked. Once he was near the dragon's haunch, King slowly rolled onto his side, lifting a hind leg to give access to his wounded malehood. His sack was stretched out, balls swollen to more than twice their usual size and slightly lumpy, and the once light-colored scrotum was covered with red and purple bruises, with several welts growing on the skin.

And aside from that, Pinecone couldn't help but noticed the tip of the dragon's cock peeking out of his sheath, and a puddle of precum on the floor, still leaking out. "Ooh... Looks painful, but you're clearly okay." He very gently caressed those injured orbs, even the light touch eliciting a wince from the dragon. But he kept himself exposed all the same. "Yeah, you're alright. Let's just rest a while." Pinecone hesitated, but then slowly teased that dripping tip with his fingers before he sat down, leaning back against King's soft belly. The dragon's malehood twitched at the touch, but he seemed content to rest as well, and the two just lay there for a while.

Storm smiles as she watches this turn of events, happy that things worked out for her mate after all. She got to her feet and arched her back to stretch, much the same as a cat, and strutted past the two males towards the mouth of the cave. "I wish to enjoy some time in the skies. I hope you two enjoy yourselves while I'm gone..." Both Pinecone and King looked her way, and neither argued as she left them alone with each other.

King was the first to speak, having regained most of his composure by now, even as his voice is hoarse from all the screaming and crying and the dull ache between his legs constantly throbs with his heartbeat. "Hnff. Well, I hope you realize that this changes nothing between us. I may have made a mistake with my method, but I am still the regal, magnificent dragon here. And you are in my domain." He raised a forepaw to his chest as he spoke, and puffed it out.

Pinecone tried to hold back a laugh and failed, snorting. "What- Really? You're already full of yourself again?" He hopped up to his feet, looking over the big beast.

"But of course." The dragon replied, not missing a beat. "I am the Emperor, am I not? I remain as proud and dominant as ever. And if we are to enjoy each other's company... To mate, I will remain dominant over you." He paused, before quickly adding in in a more nervous tone. "B-but I promise I won't force anything on you, I'll ask."

The squirrel let out a curious hum. "Yeah? You sure are something else, King. I mean, sure... I'm not opposed, but would you even be able to get it up after all that?" He walked up between the dragon's legs, brushing his thick, fluffy tail across his whole package. King shuddered in pleasure even at the little tease, another thick dollop of precum dripping out of his tip. "I mean, your balls look pretty messed up."

King scoffed, offended by the implication that he would ever be unable to perform. "Of course I can 'get it up'. Maybe those lesser than I would be deterred by such pain and injury to their jewels, but I am the Mighty Emperor! My dominance knows no bounds!" As he spoke, the dragon slowly pushed himself up to sit on his haunches, his legs shaking with the effort and wincing as his swollen nuts plopped against the stone floor again. "Y... you doubt me. But that's it! I will prove my superiority and dominance with a display! I will masturbate myself before you, to show... erm... Dominance?" He paused. "That is if you want, of course. I really won't force anything again."

Pinecone had to hold a hand over his mouth the whole time to hide his snickering laughter. The dragon wanted to jack off in front of him to prove... something about dominance? It made no sense, King was clearly blustering desperately to regain some dignity. But that dripping length showed that he was into it as well, and Pinecone had to admit that he was a little intrigued by the idea. "Hm, you know what? Sure. Show me your 'superiority' by emptying the balls I bashed up, big guy."

"I am not just a 'big guy', I am the King!" He huffed, but then slowly lowered a clawed forepaw down between his legs, teasing at the tip peeking from his sheath. It seemed he didn't mind the roughness of his scaly hands, and the generous amount of precum to use as lube probably helped. "... But very well. Behold as I show... dominance."

"Wow. I'm really impressed." The squirrel nodded, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, of course you are impressed! Everything about me is impressive!" The dragon grinned, taking it as a compliment. Even as he winced in pain at every stroke of his growing member jostling his aching nuts, he loved the attention...

... And Pinecone took notice, wondering how far he could take it. King's ego was seeming like more of a weakness than his balls. "Yeah? Huh, I am very impressed. The only thing that would impress me more is if uh, you kept jacking off while I hurt your nuts even more." To anyone else, this would be an incredibly obvious attempt to goad the dragon on, but he raised an eyebrow in response, still listening. "But I'm sure nobody would be that superior and... dominant, to get their balls busted while still jacking off. Not even you could-"

"-What do you mean I couldn't do that?" King took the bait without question. "Of course I could- I could handle that! Hah! I laugh in the face of that challenge! My superiority and dominance know no bounds!" The dragon stopped pleasuring himself for a moment, rolling over onto his back and spreading his hind legs to allow easy access to his nethers. He was fully exposed, and Pinecone felt a surge of arousal between his own legs at the sight. "B-but please don't use those vines again. I permit you to use only your own strength."

"Of course, King... I would not dare to do anything you do not permit, with your boundless authority." Pinecone teased, but the dragon gasped at those words, his length twitching and spurting out precum over his chest. King really liked praise, it seemed. Pinecone hesitated a moment while he approached... then tossed his tunic off of his body, baring himself completely too. Masectomy scars under each of his flat breasts made bare patches in his fur, and he reached between his legs to tease at his dripping pussy, rubbing his enlarged, throbbing clit. "I will do as you command."

Pinecone didn't tease himself for long, instead standing right up close to the dragon's crotch. The smell of his arousal was overwhelming, and the squirrel swooned at King's masculine scent... But he shook his head, focusing on what he wanted to do. While the wet schlick of King's masturbation could be heard so close, he just focused on the dragon's massive nuts, each about the size of the squirrel's head. Pinecone grabbed one testicle in both hands, and slowly started to add pressure...

It wasn't nearly as harsh of a treatment as the roots from earlier, but King's balls were still aching and very, very tender. Even the light squeeze made him groan and tense up, his back arching beneath him from the pain. The dragon started to pant, trying to focus on the pleasure, and somehow thinking of how he's dominant here even as his balls are abused further. He whimpers, but his dragonhood still throbs in his grip, at full length now as he strokes it faster. "S-see... even with-ahh, with more pain. I still-rrgh, retain my dominance..."

Some precum splashes on the squirrel's face, and the lewd scent makes him look up at that massive cock in front of him. It was far too big for them to do any kind of penetration together, but they were both clearly enjoying themselves regardless. Pinecone licked his lips, tasting that salty pre-seed, and suddenly released his grip to start punching the dragon's nuts. His knuckles sunk in to the tenderized orbs, renewing King's agony in full. The dragon squealed like a dying animal and writhed on his back, releasing his cock for now while overwhelmed by the pain- then he heard Pinecone tease him again. "Aw, is that too much? I guess there's a limit to your 'dominance' after all..."

King bolted up a bit, his clawed hand once again grasping his ridged, tapered cock and stroking it as fast as he could. "N-never! I- ah! I'm... The greatest! You w... will bow before me!" Even as his swollen, bruised nuts were being used as punching bags, the dragon's ego seemed unbroken. His hips started to buck, and those tortured nuts clenched, his orgasm drawing near-

-Then the squirrel jumped. He landed with one foot solidly on each swollen testicle, mashing them to the dragon's pelvis with his meager body weight. It proved more than enough though, and King let out another ear-piercing scream of agony right as the first jet of seed shot out of his twitching cock. Even in his torment, King never stopped pleasuring himself. He continued to squirm and writhe from that gut-wrenching pain, and each shot of his cum spattered over a different part of his body. His chest, wings, belly- even some got onto his face, the white fluid clearly visible over the dark brown scales. King milked himself for all he was worth, until his twitching cock was just giving out a little dribble of seed, then released his cock.

Pinecone finally stepped off of the dragon's nuts, admiring King's determination (and virility) despite it all. He gave those battered orbs a firm slap, making the dragon yelp in pained surprise. "Well, I guess you proved me wrong after all. You sure are supreme and dominant and all that... But do you think you're superior enough to keep having more fun?"

"M-more?" King croaked out, a bit of fear in his voice as he was unsure if that meant more pain for him or not. He gulped, but ultimately his ego still proved to be his weakness, and he took on a bolder tone to respond. "Of course I can keep going! Even after I have already proven my dominance by allowing you to harm me while I pleasured myself..."

Pinecone chuckled, all sorts of ideas racing through his mind. "Well, I guess we'll see... My King."