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Kiru’s nose twitches as the sweet scent of cooked meats wafts over his nostrils, he hears the sizzling of bacon as his eyes open to see in the open kitchen the salazzle working on making him breakfast. After a few moments she catches him stretching and spreading himself over the bed as the scents and memories of last night are still fresh.

“Morning champ, you sleep well?” she asks as she monitors the food.

“That night… wow that was something, wasn’t it?”

She grins as she flips over an egg, “Yes it was, and there will be so many more like that if you win.”

Kiru feels up the silky bed sheets against his still naked form, “I can’t wait,” he mutters as he watches her cook.

“Neither can I. I can’t wait to see what happens,” she replies with a playful wink.

“I wonder what I should do today before the game. I should relax.”

“Yes, you should, and there are a few things you can do…” as the salazzle starts to sprout off ideas to him.

Glephnir also finds himself awaken by the sounds and smells of freshly cooked breakfast. His eyes open as they focus on his salazzle approaching him with a tray of food. Her naked body shines slightly as a faint squeak can be heard as she approaches. She places the tray nearby, “Good Morning Sir.”

“Morning,” Glephnir stretches with a soft growl, “I didn’t expect to find you here.”

“Well it is simply easier to stay here with you than go back to my place and then wait for your return downstairs. Afterall I thought you enjoyed my company.”

Glephnir chuckles, “Oh I did, very much so. Thank you, your skills are phenomenal.”

She slides the food over to him, “Thank you Sir for the compliment. For a strong domineering dragon like yourself, you deserve a nice good breakfast to start your day.”

“That I do. But what will I do afterwards, the game isn’t till what? Two in the afternoon this time?”

The salazzle nods, “Yes it starts earlier. If I do suggest perhaps you will like to relax here in bed till, then? We me helping you relax for the day.”

“As good as that sounds,” Glephnir takes a bite of the meal prepared for him, “Which is just as good as this cooking, I do want to play some games, burn away any bad luck, maybe do something else, I’m not sure.”

“But you can gamble right here in bed.”

Glephnir quirks an eye ridge, “How?”

“From the television, we have simulated slot machines and other games you can play. Just by using your remote and using your credit card or tab system you are just moments away from all the excitement.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think on this,” Glephnir remarks as he resumes his meal, but within an hour Glephnir was laying in his bed, pillows propping himself as the salazzle holds the remote, pressing the buttons on his command as he watches the spinning wheels, the flashing lights, his body tensing as his heart races at the excitement once again. Doing max bid again and again, as the wonderful aromas fill the room, it's so comfortable, so delightful just play, play, play, to give all for a chance to get that salazzle win.

Kiru is doing the same in his room, as he lays back, his food eaten and off to the side as he plays the game. His salazzle is up in the bed next to him, her body pressing up against as she gently massages his bare scaled chest. Kiru playfully nuzzles her, smelling her wonderful scent as he is plays with her back side with his one hand and in the other holds the remote to play some slots.

About an hour or so later, Viratan’s salazzle stirs. Her rubber-like hands rub along Viratan’s chest, her mask slowly inflates then deflates, her eyes flutter a little as she starts to focus. Stretching with a yawn her mouth hits the interior of the mask and that is when she freezes. She jerks her head to look at the clock, the time is just short of noon.

“Oh no! I overslept!” she exclaims, her voice muffled by the mask as she rushes stumbles out of bed, Viratan stirs and just begins to come to consciousness when suddenly there is a hard jerk on his face. The salazzle feels her head jerked back as the hose connected to their gas masks grows taught, losing her balance she falls to the ground with a thud. The sudden noise and tension drags Viratan along with her as he’s now awake, alert and groggy at the same time. He takes in the wonderful aroma of the salazzle as he looks down at her as she groans rubbing the back of her head.

“Are you okay?” Viratan asks but his voice is muffled under the mask.

The salazzle looks up at him and smiles till her mind returns to the panic-stricken state. She wiggles underneath him gently pushing him off as she sits up as she frantically starts to work her mask, her fingers slipping as she tries to get a grip, when suddenly she feels Viratan’s hands on her own.

“Here let me help,” he muffly says while undoing the latches around the collar, unzipping the back, as the rubber slips out with a squeak, the salazzle’s sweaty wet face glistens as she takes her first deep cool breath of air.

“Thank you, but I’m late, I should have… oh Mistress is going to be so mad at me,” she whines as she stands up and rushes over to the kitchen.

Removing his mask, Viratan tosses it onto the bed before walking over to her as she fumbles to get the pans out with a metallic clatter, “Should have what? What about your Mistress?”

The salazzle pops her head up from over the counter, “Should have had breakfast all ready for you when you woke up. She wanted you all to have a good night and a good breakfast before the game. When she found out you hired us for some extra company she gave us the command to do so… oh she will be so angry with me if she finds out I overslept again!”

“It’s okay, I don’t eat a heavy breakfast,” he replies as he looks over at the nearest clock, “And it better said that lunch would be more accurate by now.”

The salazzle sighs, “I am so far behind, sis not going to like this either,” as her body makes a loud and audible squeak, which causes her to freeze in place.

Viratan chuckles, “So you do squeak. All of you salandits and salazzles look so glossy, shiny, rubbery that I thought you’d all be walking around squeaking wherever you go.”

“Arg! I’m behind on my polishing too,” she lets out another long drawn out sigh as her shoulders slump.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’ve been doing great. I had a wonderful time last night, and seeing I have that thing later today, I actually prefer to have slept in rather than get up early and have to spend more time thinking about it.”

“But Mistress told me to make your breakfast in bed…”

Viratan smiles, “If anyone asks, let's say you did. No one need not know about it.”

“But…”

“It’s fine. Didn’t know you salazzles could get so flustered. Its cute.”

The salazzle blushes a little bit.

“Do you have any of that scale polish with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Want a little help?”

She smiles and nods, “Sure, thank you,” as she rushes into the bathroom and comes back a moment later with a cloth and a bottle of a clear liquid, “Mistress has all of us use the same polish that she herself uses,” she explains as she goes onto the bed, sitting down showing her back to him as she holds out the cloth and polish, “Start with my back?”

“That sounds lovely,” he replies as he grabs the items, pouring some of the slick liquid into the cloth before he rubs it along her backside. Her slightly polished skin grows more vibraint with each rub, like dusting off a light layer of dust from wood furniture. The salazzle lets out a soft moan as her legs squeak as they rub together.

“You enjoy this don’t you?”

“Y-yes… it brings back a lot of fond memories too,” she blushes a little bit as her tails flick behind her, rubbing against Viratan’s body as he moves along her form, “I shouldn’t tell him Mistress wanted you to also polish me. I wasn’t expecting you to offer as a helpful gesture,” she thinks as he moves along her body.

“Lay down on your back please,” he asks as the salazzle does so, showing off her pink and magenta skin her stripes giving off a soft glow as she looks up at him. Dabbing more liquid onto the clothing Viratan rubs the polish into her chest scales, moving down to her hips and thighs, “Going over your crotch if that’s okay.”

She moans softly, “It is.”

He gently slides the cloth across her sex, she lets another moan as she rubs her legs together as they squeak. Moving away, Viratan slides the cloth along her long supple legs, watching one shine brighter and then the other, before moving even lower down her legs, eventually reaching her feet. She lets out another moan as her legs rub against each other without a single squeak noise being made.

Viratan looks up at her, “The polish stops squeaking?”

The salazzle nods, “Yes. Mistress like all of us love rubber, but if you had dozens, upon dozens of squeaking salandits and salazzles in the hotel, that just be bothersome to the guests. Also, Mistress herself prefers not to squeak unless she wants to. Not to mention people get the wrong idea if they hear us actual squeaking as we moved. They might consider us to be toys or something.”

Viratan nods, “True, I can see that,” he replies as he lifts her leg to rub along the underside.

“It’s Zirra by the way.”

Viratan looks up, “Huh?”

“My name, you asked it last night. Its Zirra.”

“Well that’s a lovely name Zirra.”

“Thank you.”

“Once done here, I’ll make us some lunch. I am hungry.”

“But you don’t have to.”

“Relax, no one will know but us,” Viratan winks as she smiles as Zirra smiles back.

“By the way, keep the name telling a secret for now.”

Viratan looks at her curiously, “Oh why?”

“Its a personal thing, okay?”

He nods, “Alright,” as the two chatted up a little storm till it was time to go, Viratan stepping out of the hallway, “Hope the others don’t mind I stayed in my room all day till now.”

Glephnir chuckles just as he was leaving his room, “No, I think its just fine. After all the fun we’ve been having, I think a little relaxation is a good thing,” he looks over to him, “You ready?”

“As ready as I ever be,” he gulps, his wings shiver a little bit till Zirra runs a hand along his back, “Don’t worry you’ll do great. A little confidence goes a long way.”

Viratan nods, “Thank you.”

Kiru struts out of his room, “You all ready for this?” he asks with a big grin on his muzzle.

“I sure am, let’s get down there before it gets too late,” Glephnir states with a little wing flap and a step forward.

Glephnir’s salazzle walks beside him, “Excellent idea Sir Glephnir,” as she glances at Kiru’s salazzle who gives a sly wink, while Zirra smiles and nods at her before they head down. The other two salazzles like Zirra are just cleaned and polished as herself.

The troop arrives at the door where a small crowd has already gathered. The same room as before but now there is only one table in the center of the room propped up on a small stage with about ten feet of walking room around it. Chairs are set across the room all facing towards the center as people make their way towards these seats. Large flat screen televisions are hanging from the ceiling pointing away from the poker table towards the guests making it impossible for whoever is seated there to see the screen. Viratan looks at his friends and their accompanying salazzles, “Guess there is seating here this time, you going to come and watch?”

Zirra shakes her head, “No, those are for special guests and sponsorship, I’ll be watching along with others in the viewing room.”

Viratan’s wings slump, “Oh, okay.”

Glephnir steps up and pats him on the back, “Don’t worry I will be right there with you, helping us win our millions,” he chuckles.

Viratan looks up confused, “Huh?”

Kiru chimes in, “And so will I.”

Viratan tilts his head, “What?”

Glephnir looks at Kiru, “You’re joining too?”

“Yeah, I thought about it, could be a chance of a lifetime, why pass it up?”

“But what about our fall back plan? What if we lose?” Viratan nervously asks as his wings fold behind him.

“Three verses one, verses one, verses one? We are sure to win,” Glephnir as he steps inside.

Kiru cheers, “Yeah let's do this!” as he enters.

As Glephnir’s salazzle follows him in, “Once inside they’re committed,” as Viratan sighs and looks at Zirra.

“Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” she replies as heads inside.

Zirra looks over at her sis who smirks and says, “Mistress is going to be pleased with us,” Zirra nods and follows her to the viewing room.

The three dragons enter the room and the energy and tension could be cut with a knife. Camera crews are already set up and they can see as they approach the table that the viewing screens give a birds eye view of the table. The muffles the crowd goes silent as they walk up to the table and take their seats next to each other, one person is already there, a rubber looking anthropomorphic Lugia. He waves meekly at the group as they sit down, his sleek rubber form shines under the lights. His form is black with navy blue belly, the eyes are a red which quickly makes the three realize that they are painted.

Glephnir looks at him as he sits down, his salazzle taking a spot beside him as he notes this gentlemen also has a salazzle, “You aren’t a feral, why do you get one?”

“Speciality of the house due to um… my quirks.”

“Quirks?” Kirus asks.

“Y-yeah… I c-can’t handle crowds or public well. T-this helps me relax.”

“A giant rubber suit helps you relax?” Viratan asks.

“Y-yeah, I know. But it helps. Name’s Brian by the way,” Brain introduces as his big lugia tail bounces slightly as he adjusts his chair.

Brain’s salazzle quickly states, “Before you get any ideas of cheating, we have thoroughly checked the suit for any devices that would give him an advantage.”

Glephnir grunts, “But I can’t even see his face. How is that fair? He could read us like a book and he’s hiding himself.”

“I-if you rely just on faces to read a person, you have a lot to learn.”

“I think I will do just fine, may the best person win Brian.”

“Thank you. I am glad to see we are going to have a full table. When I heard three friends got to the final round, I’d bet at least one or two of you would have bowed out, but here you are.”

“We figured we have a better chance going all in than taking it the safe route.”

Brian nods as his suit squeaks a little, “I admire that.” A few moments later the crowd falls silent again but quickly mutterings resume when they look to see that the black and cyan rubber sergal, CEO and owner of the Toys-4-U adult toy company walks in.

“Really? That toy beat the other guy?” Glephnir remarks as K-2003 happily prances up the stage.

“Surprised me too,” Brian remarks as K-2003 looks at the others.

“Hi, this one is pleased to meet you,” K-2003 greets as it bows, its rump hiking up, as its showed off to the people behind it, as mutters and gasps come from that side of the room, “This one is called Kay two zero, zero three, also known as K-toy for short, you may go with either designation,” as it hand shakes each person. The dragon’s feel the firm rubbery grip of the toy, it's bouncing breasts, hear the squeak of its form and when it shakes Brian’s hand, “That is a lovely suit you have there.”

Brian chuckles, “T-thanks. It's one of yours.”

K-2003 smiles as it sits down, “No wonder it looks so good,” the toy pulls the chair up, wiggling its rump in it as it looks at the dragons. The toy’s gaze focusing on Viratan for an awkward long moment.

“Is everything okay?” Viratan asks.

“Have we met before?” K-2003 asks tilting its head, “You look familiar.”

“Well we were at the pool yesterday, could be from there? But we’ve never formally met before.”

K-2003 nods and smiles, “Okay. This one is ready to have some fun.”

A few more moments pass when an aroma, faint at first tingles the senses. Its small but noticeable, the scent of sweet flowery fruit punch. At first it matches the scent of rubber but then it becomes more potentant with each passing moment, almost able to mask the rubber scent as people slowly grow quiet, and look towards the door. Another few seconds pass before the fanciful dresses salazzle walks into the room. Her soft purple and lavender silks adorn her body, her glowing markings underneath just barely able to be seen as she eyes the crowd before her.

Glancing up at the table she sees the other players there, a smile creeps along her face as she approaches the table, her scent growing stronger and stronger as she gets closer. Slowly walking up the platform, TV crews step aside to let her pass as she moves to toward her seat.

The salazzle’s hands grasp the back of her seat as she looks around, the other two salazzles tense slightly as they watch her every move. She gently taps her microphone pinned to her shirt as it flicks on, “Greetings and welcome to the final round of the fifth annual Sazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino poker tournament. For the first time in three years it we have a full table. Which means that there will be six million riding on this game. I wish everyone a good game. And remember, we are also sponsoring the local orphanage with a hundred-thousand-dollar donation garnered from the proceeds of the game.” The salazzle slides her chair out and sits, tugging it in as she looks at her competition, greeting each one and giving a soft yet strong hand shake as she introduces herself as “Mistress.”

The three dragons’ hearts race as they eye the salazzle before them. Each one feels a shiver run down their spine as they touch her hand, their wings flutter ever so slightly as they stare into her piercing domineering blue eyes. She takes a deep breath as and slowly releases it as her close presence gives an atmospheric weight that presses down upon them.

Kiru manages to ask when she states her name, “Mistress? Isn’t that an odd name?”

The salazzle Mistress smirks, “That is not my real name of course.”

Glephnir eyes her up, doing his best to keep his eagerness in check, “What is your real name then?”

She chuckles, “That is for the closest of my confidences.”

“If you lose to me will you tell me?”

The salazzle stares at Glephnir as he feels a shiver run down his spine causing his wings to twitch, tail to stiffen, the sweet scent wafting heavily over his nostrils as there is a brief pause, “Sure why not.”

“Excellent,” Glephnir remarks as each person puts in the starting bid of fifty grand as the first three cards are dealt.

“You first K-2003,” the Mistress says as K-2003 looks down at its cards, its arms pressed together against its breasts as its body squeaks.

The toy wiggles its rump and licks its lips, “This one will start with half a million,” as it pushes to the center two thirds of all of its chips, and with it any soft whispers in the background stop.

Kiru grows whiter as he watches the toy nonchalantly make its bid, “H-half a million?”

“Yup! This one thinks is a good start,” it squeaks happily.

Glephnir gulps as he looks at his hand, nothing special, “Fold.”

Viratan looks at his, “Me too.”

Brian’s rubber suit seems to smirk as he adjusts, the body squeaking as he says, “Call.”

“Oh, fun!” K-2003 squeaks happily.

Kiru drops his cards, “I’m folding for this one too.”

Mistress glances down at her cards and chuckles folding her cards down, “I fold. A bit too early for me to go in that far.”

Neither Brian or K-2003 raise the bid any higher as they get their fourth and fifth cards, “This one has two pairs,” K-2003 grins happily as it places its cards down.

“Not bad, but my three of a kind beats your two pairs,” as Brain shows his hand. The sergal toy’s happy-go-lucky demonor doesn’t falter for even a second.

“That does beat this one.”

“Well that was an easy way to double my money,” he chuckles.

“That was fun though, this one still can’t get over how simple this version of the game is,” K-2003 remarks as the next hand is being shuffled.

“Simple?” Viratan asks.

“Oh yes, so fewer distractions.”

Kiru starts to receive his cards as he asks, “What do you mean by that.”

“For one there is just this game to focus on is all.”

Glephnir remains silent but thinks, “With all the television people here, the crowd, the sexy ass salazzle in front of me, how are there not distractions for this sergal?”

The next hand starts simpler with the fifty grand initial bids with the pot being raised by another fifty as it goes around the table when suddenly there is a vibrating sound coming from K-2003.

The toy lets out a soft moan as she tenses, “Sorry, this one totally forgot to turn it off,” as the toy reaches under the table, along its leg and pulls it out, a black and cyan cell phone, “Oh it's her, this one should answer it…”

Mistress sighs, “Answer it but then it will be confiscated. Don’t want anyone to think there was cheating to be had here. Put it on speaker phone so we all can hear.”

“Okay!” K-2003 places the phone on the table where the initials of V. J. with an icon of a very surprised looking purple sergal on it. The toy taps the screen, “Hiii! Sorry this one still hasn’t come back yet. But it explained it be gone for a few more days. Hopefully be heading back tomorrow.”

The female voice from the phone pants heavily, “T-toy… I just was flipping through some channels and I saw you just bid a half a million dollars on something?!”

K-2003 grins, “Yeah, just about five minutes ago. It was fun!”

“Fun?! Toy why are you gambling?”

“This one hasn’t done a poker game like this before and thought it be fun to join in. It only cost twenty-five thousand to join.”

“Twenty-five thou… wait did you say poker?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, I see it now… you lost… toy… well as long as you are having fun. I’m sure you will do fine.”

“Don’t worry, this one has had plenty of practice before. This one will be heading back in the morning, see you tomorrow.”

“See you toy. Good luck, I’ll be watching and cheering you on.”

“Yay. Later, see you tomorrow!”

“Bye toy,” she replies as the call is ended. Mistress nods as a referee watching the game from the sides moves up and grabs the phone.

“You’ll get it back after the game.”

“Okay. This one totally forgot it had it there. It apologies,” as it bows its breasts pressing against the table with a loud squeak.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen,” remarks Viratan as he eyes the toy’s squeezed breasts.

“Does anyone else have any phones they may have forgotten?” Mistress asks as she eyes across the table, her stern look causes the three dragons to tense up as they shake their heads in response.

Mistress quickly returns to her former demeanor as the game continues this hand going straight to K-2003 with a full house as the toy in one fell swoop instantly regained what it had lost. The game continuing for a few more hands as weight of the situation dawns upon the three dragons as they make these bids with massive amounts of money like its nothing, while they have to remember just what is stake here… everything.

The Mistress salazzle slides her chips forward, “Raise a hundred thousand,” she glances over at K-2003, “K-2003.”

“Yes?” K-2003 inquires with a squeak looking in the salazzle’s direction.

“I have been thinking it over about those other toy type for the casino’s private service?”

“Oh, you mean the other salazzle version?”

She nods, “Yes that one. Though I am a big fan of the real deal and emulating that… I suppose many guests might want a bit something more. And it will help give my girls a bit of a breather if there were more options. So, do you mind if we tact that in onto the contract? Say for ten?”

K-2003 calls, “That sounds good. This one will make sure the contract gets amended to be sent over to your lawyer to get one last look over before you can sign and send back over to this one.”

Mistress smirks, “That sounds wonderful,” as she reveals her cards, “And this full house is wonderful too,” as she takes the pot.

Viratan sighs, “I’m out… does that mean I have to go?”

Mistress shakes her head, “No, this is the last game you may stay and watch from there if you so desire. But if you do desire to leave you may.”

“I’ll stay,” Viratan looks over to Glephnir and Kiru, “Sorry guys.”

“It’s fine I am not doing too well either,” Kiru remarks.

Glephnir grins, “Don’t worry I got this, I’ve been doing pretty well so far.”

Mistress raises a hand and snaps her fingers as a few moments later the drink the others have had before, with the blue, pink and black swirls is brought to her. She clasps the cold sweating drink in her hands and takes a sip before placing it on a coaster that was slipped into position by the same salazzle that brought her, her drink, in the nick of time, “Anyone else thirsty?”

Brian shakes his head, “I’m good, I prefer to keep my focus.”

Viratan leans in his chair, “I’ll take one.”

Kiru smiles, “Me too.”

K-2003 squeaks, “This one as well.”

Glephnir flicks his wings as he adjusts, “I’m fine,” he replies and with a snap of her fingers a few moments pass before Kiru and K-2003 are given their refreshments.

K-2003 raises, a hundred thousand as the drink arrives, “Thank you.”

Brian eyes K-2003 and looks around, “I’ll raise another fifty thousand.”

The Mistress salazzle calls as Glephnir and Kiru fold, the hand going to K-2003 as Brian rubs the back of his head with a squeak, “Damn thought I read you with that one.”

The salazzle smirks, “As did I,” as the sergal toy takes the pot.

“Thanks! This one is having so much fun! Hope you are watching me!” the toy waves to one of the cameras as the game continues.

One person wins big here, another here, others just hold on to what they got as Kiru remains silent as he focuses on the game more and more, his body twitching as Brain goes all, his salazzle helper pushing the chips forward.

Mistress folds her cards down before taking a sip of her drink, “I fold.”

“This one too,” K-2003 remarks.

“I think I will as well,” Glephnir adds in.

“Call,” states Kiru as he slides all his chips in.

Glephnir looks at Kiru, “You don’t have enough to cover that…”

The salazzle waves, “Its fine.”

Brain’s suit squeaks as he lays down his card, “Full house.”

Kiru blinks and looks at the hand, “That is a good hand…” Kiru lays his cards four of a kind, “But not as good as mine.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. Good show on you for that.”

Kiru smiles, “Thanks, a bit of dumb luck I suppose.”

“Well dumb luck is sometimes all you need. Mistress, I think I’ll take that drink now.”

The salazzle nods, “Very well,” she snaps her fingers as in a few moments he too is provided with a drink.

K-2003 looks at Mistress, “Can this one do that too?” The toy asks with a curious squeak.

“Do what?”

“Snap your fingers to get a drink?”

“I suppose.”

“Yay,” K-2003 snaps its fingers and a few moments later a drink arrives, replacing its empty one, “Neat!”

The salazzle chuckles, “You are an odd one.”

“Thanks!”

The game continues as it gets ever more intense, the bids get bigger and bigger, as Brain and Viratan watch the game unfold.

“Call,” states Glephnir as he looks at Brian, “Hey Brian, I wanted to ask you something that has been bothering me.”

Brian squeaks and looks at him, “Y-yes?”

“That stutter there… it was gone for the entire game but now I see its back. Is that an act or something?”

Kiru raises to the last of his chips for the third time this game as the salazzle calls as Brian replies, “N-no. I-I focus on the game better. B-but once it’s o-over, I-I realize I am p-public again.”

Glephnir nods as he calls, “Ah in the zone, fair enough,” as the hands are revealed with Glephnir the winner.

Kiru sighs as he leans back in his chair, “Well Mistress would have won that hand, so I am glad it was you who knocked me out of the running,” he chuckles before letting out a loud sigh, his wings slumping back as he sinks into his chair.

Brian comforts, “You did good. F-first time getting this far?”

Kiru nods.

“C-congrats, with some practice you’ll be damn good, I’m sure.”

“Thanks.”

As the game continues, Kiru and Viratan slowly find themselves staring more and more not on the game at hand, but on the salazzle. Her hand motions, her gestures, her intoxicating aroma, everything about her seems to draw them in. Occasionally they pull themselves away to see what is happening as Glephnir is laser beam focused on what he is doing, but for these two, it was almost a relief that they lost.

Kiru thinks to himself, “Really wish I won to get that salazzle, but being here to see her, I can see why she beat me…”

Viratan blushes a little as he rubs his claws together, “Her name is Mistress? Why does it feel so fitting to just call her that?” he wonders.

Suddenly the room goes silent as all three players put in everything they have. Glephnir grins as he makes the final call and looks at his hand. The salazzle grins as she looks at them, “My, my, aren’t we all going for broke here.”

“We have been playing for seven hours, this one thinks rest in order, toy has a flight to catch tomorrow.”

“Fair enough,” the salazzle replies as she looks at Glephnir.

Glephnir grins, “I have confidence in my hand,” as he lays them across the table, “Full house, two queens, and three eights.”

The salazzle looks, “Oh that is a good hand, but… not as good as my full house,” as the salazzle lays down three kings and two jacks.” In that moment Glephnir swore he had a heart attack and died, everything just stopped around him, his mouth dropped, his entire form tensed as he didn’t even register K-2003 cheerfully saying.

“Oh those are good, this one just did aces,” as it lays out four aces.

The salazzle blinks and turns to her, “Why you sneaky toy you. Congratulations.”

“See this one knows how to play poker!” K-2003 grins.

Brian stands up, “C-congratulations, it was a great game to watch. I-i think I will be heading out before this c-crowd gets to me,” as he squeakily makes his leave.

“So what are you going to do with all that money?” the Mistress salazzle asks.

“Hmm, you said there was an orphanage that you were donating money to?”

She nods, “I did.”

“This will donate all of it to that,” K-2003 happily says as there was a loud thud and screams coming from part of the room, the sounds of which snapped Glephnir from his stupor.

The salazzle stands up, “What happened?”

Someone calls out, “It’s the headmistress of the orphanage, she just fainted!”

The salazzle’s worry fades into a smile, “Oh, yeah if I suddenly got six million just like that, I’d be in shock too.”

K-2003 stands up with a squeak, “Yay, more satisfied people,” K-2003 grins as people start to approach the table, trying to talk to all those who participated but three dragons slowly moved their way out of the room and once they did Glephnir’s salazzle gives a bow, “Alas I need to get some rest. It was a really good game, you were so close to beating her.”

“Y-yeah… I’m just going to go to my room now.”

“We’ll join you,” Kiru and Viratan quickly add as they slink their way back up to their fancy hotel room, the three sitting on Glephnir’s bed as all that excitement, wonder, everything left as they felt this weight on them and hole within them.

“We were so close…” Glephnir mutters.

“We should have stayed with the plan,” Virtan remarks.

“But we are dragons we could have easily won, just dumb luck we lost,” Kiru defends as he slumps into a nearby chair, “So… now what?”

Glephnir sighs as he sprawls on the bed, “Simple, we check out and go home tomorrow.”

“What about the hotel cost? We did upgrade and that was all my money to just go into the poker game,” Viratan asks as he sits in a different chair.

“I’m sure it will be fine how bad could it be?” he asks as a moment later there is a knock on the door.

“I really don’t want room service right now…” Glephnir groans.

Viratan gets out from his chair, “I’ll get it,” as he makes his way to the door, opening it to reveal a single salandit standing at the door, “Sorry but we do--”

The salandit interrupts, “The Mistress will be wanting to see you in an hour on the top floor. I recommend not being late.”

“Uh… okay, I’ll let the others know,” as he closes the door and informs the others.

Glephnir lifts his head from the bed and looks at Viratan his tail swishes between his legs, “The salazzle wants to see us? What for?”

Viratan shrugs, “I don’t know, but it sounded urgent?”

Kiru gets up from his chair, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Why?” asks Glephnir.

“If we are going to see her in an hour, I want to look halfway decent, I stink from sitting there for all those hours turning my scales grey from worry.

“I think I’ll do that too,” replies Viratan as he heads to his room.

Glephnir sighs, “Fine, might as well look good for this,” as he also grooms himself. As the hour approaches they leave their rooms. Their wings folded tightly against their back, shoulders slumped back, Viratan gently clasps his own claws, as Kiru holds them behind his back as they make their way to the elevator where Glephnir’s salazzle is there waiting for them.

The salazzle smiles, “Excellent timing, come right this way the Mistress is waiting.”

“I thought you were off?” Glephnir asks as he looks at her curiously as tightens his wings against his body.

“I am off of work, but I am never off from serving my Mistress,” she explains as the doors open, the four step inside as the salazzle hits the button for the top floor.

“So… what does she want to see us for?”

“She wants to have a talk with you three.”

“Okay…” Glephnir replies as the elevator dings and the doors open. They are greeted with a heavy intoxicating aroma of flowery sweet fruit punch. The air hangs so thick with it that no other scent is discernible, and each breath sends shivers of delight down their spines and a little bit of that hole sinking feeling in them fills ever so slightly, it felt… rather nice.

Stepping out of the elevator they are greeted by what looks like a lobby, in the center is a large fountain in the colors of the Mistress salazzle. Water trickles down the fountain’s body making it glisten under the lights.

They eye the statue as they are drawn to the luscious figure, only the clearing of Glephnir’s salazzle’s throat draw them back to her, “This way,” as she leads them down the left hallway. The carpet even more lavish and matching of the salazzle’s color as the aroma grows heavier and heavier with each step as they go far down the hallway and to a door that looks even fancier than glephnir’s current hotel room with golden inlaid pant with everything one could think of that screams “I’m rich and loving it.”

Glephnir’s salazzle grabs the door and opens the handle, “This way please,” as an impossibly stronger wave of salazzle scent fills the room, one of not of this salazzle but of countless other salazzles. So many other sweet scents fill the room that it its difficult to discern one from the other, except for the Mistress salazzle, her scent seems to hang over all the others as the enter the room. There they see down a open throne room, sitting on top of a golden, lavender, blue and purple throne, surrounded by dozens of salazzles who surround her, kneeling before her, with two other salazzles standing at her side at attention, the Mistress salazzle. All the salazzles but the Mistress are butt naked, while she is still dressed in her silk adornments held onto her body select gold jewelry. She was gently rubbing the chin of left standing salazzle who shivered and moaned at her touch. The Mistress turns her gaze over to the dragons as they enter the room where they can see aligned the wall are elegant paintings of none other than salazzle herself in different sexual and lewd poses, each more domineering and teasing than the last.

The Mistress salazzle turns her gaze to the three who feel a warm shiver run down their spines, “You have arrived… come here,” she states in an authoritative tone, one that enhances the current tingle down their spines as the three feel a draw to her. The other salazzles, all of which are as shiny and smooth as the Mistress, group against each other, up towards her, as they only pay passing glances at the dragons as they put most of their focus on the one sitting in the throne, “I am so glad you came willingly. It be a shame if I had to send the police after you.”

Glephnir takes a step ahead of the group, “The police? For what?”

“For trying to skip out on your tab. You three did rack up a very big total. Judging by the information I have on you, it seems you have exceeded your combined income for the next six years and in only three days? Aren’t we the aggressive gamblers. Did that poker tournament go to your head?”

Glephnir shakes his head, his wings spreading slightly as he puffs out his chest, “What? How?”

“Well all those room upgrades, especially during prime season time, with special requests, and oh all those slot games you all played, especially in your room today? I’m impressed at how much you played and just how bad luck you were having.”

Kiru walks beside Glephnir, “So what? We have to make some kind of agreement to pay it back, like a loan or something?”

“Something like that…”

Viratan also steps up, “Something like that? What is it that we need to do? So we can go home tomorrow.”

The salazzle runs her hand across her chin, “Here’s the thing. You three owe me so much money that legally you can’t leave till you pay off at least a certain amount of the debt you owe me.”

Glephnir growls, “What? No way! You can’t do that!”

She chuckles, “But I can. You see the laws in this country are very strict when it comes to debt, including employment indentured servitude to help pay it off.”

Kiru tilts his head, “Employment what?”

“In layman's terms you will have to work for me to pay it off.”

Glephnir grunts, “And what? Pay us minimum wage so we work for you forever?”

She shakes her head, “No, no that be illegal. I will be giving you all comprehable pay for your current work, and all the money you earn for me that goes to your debt will count twice as much as otherwise. It's a quirky system but it works, for me at least.”

Viratan gulps a little as he feels the salazzle’s authority from where he stands, all his bargaining power gone, and the scary thing is… he’s liking it, “How did something like that even get passed?”

“I have friends in high places… now. You can work for me, have your pay be worth more to me. You’ll stay in the hotel, we have special rooms for those who work and sleep here. And depending how much you put into the debt, you’ll get a chance to go back home in no time.”

Glephnir eyes the salazzle as he feels a tingle down his spine, “And if we refuse?”

“You go to jail and the courts will make you do the same thing I am offering you here. I think you prefer this stay off your record now, don’t you?”

Glephnir quivers as he listens, the realization that he’s lost and there is little he can do about it… and it's exciting, “What will you have us do?”

“First you will work for me, and with that you will get collared,” the Mistress salazzle explains as she snaps her fingers as two salzzles hold three collars of the same colors and make that each and everyone except for the Mistress salazzle who is not wearing a collar.

Viratan recognizes Zirra as she approaches him. Kiru’s salazzle gives Glephnir’s salazzle her extra collar as they approach their respective dragon. (not too clear on what this means)

Glephnir takes a step back, “Collars? What for?!”

Kiru blushes a little, “Y-yeah, what for?”

Viratan says nothing as he looks at Zirra who doesn’t say anything but stands in front of him.

“It's part of the job. It will help keep track of you, to make sure you don’t skip out on me, help you work with your biometric systems within the hotel, amongst other things.”

“Glephnir flicks his wings, “Other things?”

“You’ll see. So do you three strong dragons submit to my terms? Or will you go to jail for trying to skip out on your massive tab?”

Glephnir grunts as he looks at the other two. Kiru listens to the salazzle her words tingling his mind, her scent so delicious, her words so authoritative that just filled that missing part of him so fully, “I accept!” Kiru blurts out.

The Mistress smirks, “That’s one,” as Kiru’s salazzle wraps the collar around his neck which automatically adjusts and locks into place. Kiru’s body twitches as the collar shocks the back of his neck, causing him to let out a soft moan, his eyes flutter for a second as he starts to see data move across his vision, which is at first disorienting, the vision is like someone put a HUD data link over his field of view. He looks around as he looks at his salazzle, a quick blurbs of information is fed into his view and his mind, “Salazzle superior” and when he looks at the Mistress, he feels a wave of pleasure that runs up into the back of his mind, down his body spreading outwards into his toes, wings tan tail, “Mistress. Serve. Obey. Loyalty.”

Glephnir watches the twitches and moans of his friend as he looks at Viratan who is staring at the salazzle in front of him. He cracks his neck, “Before I agree to anything. You said you were going to tell me your name if you lost. So what is it?”

The Mistress salazzle shakes her head and giggles, “That wasn’t part of the deal. The deal was that if you beat me, you’d get to know my name. What is in a name afterall? Everything. So be a good dragon, obey and accept the deal.”

Glephnir tenses as he stares deep into the salazzle’s blue eyes. Her firm gaze unblinking as eventually he looks away as he mutters, “I accept.”

“Excellent, that’s two,” as her gaze turns toward Viratan. The salazzle gently rubs her chin she watches Viratan and Zirra while Glephnir feels the collar lock around his neck. Glephnir grunts as he feels the same sensations as Kiru, his eyes locking onto the Mistress salazzle, the desire, needy, pleasure, lust growing more than ever before as he stands there helpless.

“What about you Viratan? Will you join your friends?” the Mistress asks.

Zirra tenses slightly as she hears the Mistress speak. She looks at Viratan as her eyes plead to him, as Viratan silently nods.

“I’ll accept that,” she remarks as Zirra places the collar around his neck she whispers into his ear.

“You will enjoy this, I swear,” as she takes a step back gently rubbing her own collar as Viratan is brought up to speed with his fellow dragons.

“Now that we have that in order,” the Mistress speaks as her words sound better than they did before. Not only stronger, firmer, but delicate, like it was a goddess that was speaking to them. It was in a league of her own that only encouraged the three to focus on her, Viratan doing just as she continues to speak, “The first thing to do is to please me, and others of my house. Get you acquainted with more of your superiors that you will be working for while also under me,” she snaps her fingers as the door behinds them opens. They look over their shoulder to see dozens of salandits walking into the room, half the salazzles in the room look over at the Mistress and with a nod they stand up and walk over to the salandits who quickly organize themselves into groups, with a salazzle in the lead.

Glephnir’s salazzle stands in front of the three, while Zirra and her sister bow out and stand off to the side, as they appear to have no salandits standing near them, “Let’s have you start off with some salandits you know personally, “Emi, your salandits can go first.’

Glephnir’s salazzle turns around and bows, “Thank you Mistress,” as she looks at her salandits, “Have at it. Do whatever you wish, but may I suggest some ropes to make sure they don’t wiggle away on you?”

One of the salandits quickly reply, “Excellent idea Emi Mistress!” as three salandits, the same three that guided their things to their room on the first day rush to go get the items.

“I know its an excellent idea,” she chuckles in a domineering tone as she turns to look at the dragons who stare at the display in total shock and ever-growing arousal, while the salandits that approach them they recognize as the salandits they rented out on their second night here at the hotel.

Glephnir looks down at the salandits approaching him, “Wait we have to sexually serve them?”

The Mistress nods, “Yes, I will it. Therefore, you will obey,” she replies, Glephnir feels a shiver down his spine, his wings flutter as he looks down at the salandits.

“On your back slave!” yells the first female salandit. Glephnir tenses as he lays down rolling onto his back with a hint of reluctance, but the poking cock already halfway out of his sex speaks otherwise.

Kiru’s salandits yell, “Undress now slut!” as Kiru blushes, his wings fluttering, toes tensing as he strips his clothing, revealing his naked white scales and his raging hard on, “Such a needy slut you are, kneel before us!”

“Y-yes,” Kiru responds as he falls to his knees.

Viratan’s salandits eye him, “You too, strip and drop to your knees!”

Viratan looks over at Zirra, the HUD tells him of her “Superior salazzle” status as she looks down but still keeps watch as her sister watches the displays intensely while Viratan lets his clothes fall before him as he drops to his knees on top, his heart races as his arousal twitches between his legs.

The three salanadits that ran off come back, the sound of poorly oiled wheels squeaking is heard as they cart in all sorts of bondage items, primarily tons of rope, spreader bars, mouth gags, ect.

“Let’s tie them up real good,” the salandits mutter to themselves as they move over to Glephnir first with yards of black silky rope.

“Isn’t this a big excessive?” Glephnir ask as the salandits crawl on top of this body as they roll the ropes around his belly while another set grabs a large metal spread bar with attached cuffs and quickly lock it around his ankles exposing his now fully erect cock to everyone around.

The Mistress tilts her head, “What’s that? Did I not hear you address me appropriately? Tease him but don’t let him climax for a week.”

Glephnir tenses at her words, “What but you ca--” as one salandit rushes over to slip a ball gag into his mouth, the big purple colored gag with magenta straps is quickly tied around his head, locking the ball into place as slowly he starts to accumulate drool and breath heavily through his nostrils.

“Yes… yes, I can,” as another set of spreaders are attached to Glephnir, these are unique as they go from his ankles, attaching to the cuff already there, and go to his arms, binding at his wrist as it leaves him in an almost spread eagle display on the soft carpet floor. The salandits working to wrap the ropes around his body, tugging them against his form, tying his wings into place, putting the dragon in an ever more exposed position.

Kiru and Viratan don’t get a chance to watch their large feral friend be brought down several pegs before ropes are brought around their bodies. Their legs bound in a kneeling position as ropes are brought taught as they tie their wrists together behind their backs and then from their wrists to their tail, forcing it to curve up and expose their rears.

Kiru is forced to the ground his face to the floor as one of the male salandits smirks down at him, his foot pressed onto his muzzle, “How do you like being the bitch?” he chuckles as the other salandit gets behind him, his throbbing pink flesh lines up to the dragon’s exposed poker as she slams his small member into Kiru’s hole who lets out a soft submissive moan.

Viratan currently forced onto his back watches as the female stand over him, her legs pressing against the sides of his head, blocking his view of everything except the salandit’s dripping female sex over him. Viratan’s visor simply shows, “Salandit superior,” the hot droplets of female juices hitting his lips, the sensation of which causes him to let out a moan his mouth opening as the drops hit his tongue, the sweet flavor running down it and into his throat, his cock twitching eagerly as he feels an urge for more as his tongue slides outwards to reach towards it.

“Horny slut, so eager to eat me out, aren’t you?” the female salandit crosses her arms as her tail whips across his chest as he suddenly feels the male salandit frotting with his throbbing member, the smaller cock grinding against his needy flesh as the male salandit licks across his cock as he presses it against his bits.

“Size does not matter here, only rank,” he remarks.

Viratan lets out another moan as he feels an urge to say “Yes….”

The Mistress watches the three dragons get set up, she looks over to Emi, “Emi my sweet lovely salazzle, you’ve done so well that I think you deserve some time with me as I watch your little ones work over those big strong dragons there.”

Emi shivers as she pivots on her foot, swinging around to look at the Mistress salazzle with eager hungry, needy, submissive eyes, “Y-yes Mistress! What do you need?” she asks as she moves closer.

“To scratch my favorite itch with your tongue of course,” as the Mistress salazzle spreads her legs her hands pulling up on her silks to better reveal her dripping hot sex. The scent of which floods outwards over Emi, her sex growing hotter, wetter, glistening within seconds as the others in the room grow lustful, Zirra’s sister watches the Mistress with eagerness as she idly rubs herself. Zirra watches both her Mistress and Viratan as she gently caresses her sex, feeling the heat pulsate between her legs as she tries to hold back a soft moan. The three dragons catch the potent smell as pre-cum dribbles out from their cock tip.

“Thank you Mistress!” Emi cheers out as she approaches her, holding back her eagerness the best she can as she slips her head between her legs, her head bulging the silks as the salazzle’s long tongue slithers out and into her Mistress’ awaiting sex.

“That’s a good girl,” The Mistress mutters as she pets the salazzle’s head through through the silk as she feels the tongue slide ever deep into her body. Her legs wrapping around the other salazzle as she draws her in closer, “Go in nice and deep, you’ve earned it,” she moans softly as the other salazzles watch the display with a tinge of jealousy. Some lick their lips, others gently massage their own wet sex as they see their Mistress get eaten out. Emi tastes her Mistress’ sweet fluids on her tongue her lips, the Mistress’ scent completely surrounding her, almost causing her to climax as her sex twitches as if she was being fucked by a thick cock. Emi’s hands gently massage her Mistress’ inner thighs as the Mistress continues to watch the three dragons submit further and further.

Kiru is now suckling the slanadit cock that has been shoved into his face, the salandit’s hips kiss Kiru’s lips over and over as the member slips in and out with wet drooling slurps. Warm seed floods into his rear as his cock twitches in the air, dribbling pre-cum onto his own clothes that were slipped between his legs, “So good… feels so good. The Mistress looks so powerful there sitting there… oh so good,” Kiru thinks as Glephnir lets out a huff of air as four salandits tease and fuck his body, taking his hole, grinding themselves against his face, and form. One just masturbates till he spews all over the dragon’s furry chest making it slick and sticky with his seed.

Glephnir squirms underneath the sexual assault, his cock twitching, pre-cum flowing along the length as he feels so close, yet also so far away from wonderful release, “Damn that Mistress Salazzle. I am a mighty dragon, how could someone as sexy as her do this to me,” he wonders as he wiggles in his bondage unable to move more than an inch here, an inch there as the metal rings cling against the metal poles.

A loud moan escapes the Mistress salazzle’s lips as everyone in the room stops what they are doing save for the three squirming dragons. Those who can look to see the Mistress’ feet squeeze the sides of Emi’s body as she pants heavily, her scent growing impossibly heavier in the air as she hit her climax. Emi feels the warm juices wash over her lips, her own sex having reached a no-touch climax as her slick juices trickle down her legs.

The Mistress lets Emi lick across her folds for a bit longer before she mutters, “That’s enough.”

Emi pulls away her face covered in slick salazzle juices as she licks her lips clean, “Thank you again Mistress,” she bows as she looks down at her own mess, “You!” she points to one of the male salandits on Glephnir, the one who mastubated over him, “Come clean this up!” she commands as Emi moves off to the side and lays on the floor, “You better not get Mistress’ carpet dirty now!”

The male salandit rushes over, his member bouncing as he moves, “O-of course not Mistress Emi!” he responds as he gets to licking the slick fluids from between his Mistress’ legs. Emi pets the male’s head as she softly moans, “Good boy.”

The Mistress salazzle slides off her throne as she sauntered over to the squirming, moaning, bound up dragons. Each step she takes sends a small shockwave of flowery fruit aroma that just seeps into every pour of the dragons. Each breath they can just taste her as they squirm, wiggle to adjust themselves to get a better look at her. Each step she takes her hips sway to one side then the other, tail following as she looks down at the dragons as she stands first in front of Viratan who is now getting a face full of salandit cock while the female is currently grabbing his tail tip, shoving it into her sex. Viratan feels the wet salandit walls squeeze his tail, milking it like a cock, her warm juices flowing down his scales as it wiggles.

Viratan looks up at the towering Mistress as she stands at his head looking down at him, her smile catches his attention and her piercing eyes draw him ever deeper, “You will do just fine,” she turns and goes to Kiru allowing Viratan to look at her silky covered rump, the flicking of the tail lifts the silks just so he can see her underside, causing a wave of euphoria to run over him, his cock spurting a bit more of pre-cum in the process.

Kiru breathes deeply, his eyes focus on the salazzle’s feet as she stands right in front of his snout, the salandit that was busy fucking him just moments ago moves off to the side giving her a wide berth to approach him.

Kiru’s nostrils flare as he gets a direct line to the source of the delightful smell that hangs in the room. Each breath was so sweet that it was tooth decay for his mind. He shudders his cock spurting as he cums onto his clothes letting out a deep needy moan.

The Mistress covers her face as she chuckles, “Doing that so soon? Aren’t you a receptive one. Some of my darlings wish they could get off on my scent alone. They are going to envy you,” as she continues on to Glephnir, the massive dragon drooling over the ball gag, flowing forth like a volcano as it goes down the side of his head. He lets out a huff of air as he stares at her.

“And my main prize, the most arrogant, domineering, lustful of them all. Such untamed lust that needs to be put to heel,” she states as she stands beside him. Glephnir’s body aches with pleasure, aches with need, his cock twitches as his rump tenses, milking the salandit cock that is currently mating him. While two other salandit males use his feet paws to rub and grind themselves against, cumming over his feet for another time making them all sticky and gooey with their seed.

“Those eyes, so determined to but…” she looks over to his twitching cock which dribbles a near constant stream of pre, “Your body is already wanting and willing to commit to the trials ahead. Deep down part of you wants this, but fear not, I won’t strip you of that lovely domineering attitude of yours,” she shakes her head, “That is no fun at all. Infact I will be needing to work on the other two just a little bit,” she whines as she glances over at the other two then back at Glephnir, “Slip his wings in proper wing binder, and mask him up for a bit, I want his senses to focus on the smells and sensations only,” she commands.

“Yes Mistress!” the salandits scream out as they scramble to get the required materials. Glephnir watches as the Salazzle remains standing there watching him as he’s rolled onto his back with a soft thud, the ropes loosened just long enough to slip huge leather wing binders over the right wing, then the left. The leather tightens around with a series of clicks. Glephnir groans as he feels his wings pressed tighter together, he looks up at them as the slick polished leather squeezes them into place. They are then locked as rope is runthrough the set of D rings built into the wing-binders. They are then pulled and tightened, squeezing his wings against his body and even tighter together before being rolled back onto his back with a thud.

The Mistress paces as she watches as she glances over at Zirra and her sister, “You two with me tonight. I had a long day and plan to retire early. Rest of you have fun with these boys. Show them to their new living quarters once you are done,” she commands.

“Yes Mistress!” Zirra and her sister eagerly rush up to her. Zirra pants softly as she feels herself so close to the Mistress, and from Glephnir’s point of view, her sister is in much of the same boat. That is until two salandites open up a black leather sensory deprivation hood and force it onto his head, while the ball gag was still strapped on.

The leather wraps around his muzzle, squeezing it down, forcing him to bite onto the gag as his vision, and hearing fade. The muffled sound of zippers being zipped, and locks being locked is all he can really hear as he’s left breathing in, smelling the sweet musk in the air. Each touch now unexpected, focused, as Glephnir squirms helplessly, but there is one thing he and the other dragons can tell. As the Mistress gets farther and farther away her scent though lingering heavy in the air gets subtly weaker and with it, the slowly growing desire to have it… and her to return to them, but deep down the three know that isn’t going to happen, and they have a long night ahead of them as several other salazzles with supporting salandits wait eagerly to have their turn with them.