I Think You Impressed The Wrong Crowd
tiny (okay, 1,223 words isn't TINY but it might be my smallest) story I wrote to be horny with a new friend I made pretty recently. no dogs or dragons were harmed in the writing of it :3
How this dragon ended up here, he had no clue.
Okay, he had partially a clue.
Okay, okay. Fine. Maybe he had the full picture by now. Maybe you DON’T go to petowner meetups with paw tattoos above your hips with the intention of getting laid. How was he supposed to know what those meant? He even asked a few of his friends and all of them said they looked good on him!
...Inbetween chuckles at least. Now he knows why they couldn’t say it without laughing.
His sheer naivety meant he’s now strapped to a breeding bench in the stables on the land the meetup took place. Just him, the bench, the chilly night air, the smell of copper and hay…
...and about a dozen other people who stuck around to watch the after party. Said party that now consisted of the dragon and the owner’s dog hopped up onto his back and humping away wildly trying to find his entrance. A poke here, a jab here, a literal boner to the back of his balls, and no matter how much he struggled against the binds or yelled out he knew he was stuck there until the night was over, hopefully still intact. Talk about him getting a “hooved treat” made him doubt that though, and spiked adrenaline through him just thinking about it.
The dog, of a breed he couldn’t place quite yet, was panting up a storm in his ear. Cut with the occasional grunt, growl, or other feral sound a dog on a mission could make, they came to a head as the tip of that boned doggy dick met its target and started sheathing itself deep into the dragon. First stroke, to the balls, the prick barely bigger than a middle finger jammed inside him. Keeping him open, spritzing some watery pre inside him, marking him at that moment as nothing more than a dog’s bitch. This wasn’t how he wanted the night to go, he tried his best to score with literally any of the other partygoers but every introduction fell flat and felt awkward. Everyone avoided him.
Brought back to the present with the next stroke, the dog growing barely thicker than before. Pump after pump, fast as a jackhammer hit the dragon’s inside, the subtle clap of feral haunch on chubby backside audible to everyone in the barn as the dog sped up and truly bred the slut. The dragon couldn’t keep his noises down, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes at the sheer embarrassment he was feeling as he let out a grunt every other hump. The audience jeering at him, egging him on, asking how that dog dick feels.
“Ha! Look at his lil’ dicklet, I think it’s hard!”
“Dogfucker’s enjoying it, it looks like.”
“Wait ‘til the knot grows. Might wanna cover your ears.”
“Like YOU weren’t this loud with your first knot—“
Doing everything they could to remind him it was an animal on his back and inside his most intimate place, as if the apple sized knot growing in his ass wasn’t enough. And it just kept getting bigger, making him louder and louder. The dog’s thrusts shortened, though still just as fast, tugging on his ring and almost threatening to tear it back out before his hips settled and he relaxed in for a long tie.
A long tie involving pints of dog cum being shot increasingly deeper into his guts. The knot finished growing, ballooning up to an eyewatering size inside the poor dragon, but the actual length had yet to show. Inching deeper into him, the dragon could feel the pressure grow and the heat get even more intense. The sheer heat of the animal’s cock inside him had him almost panting, just like the dog it’s attached to, and it only got worse.
No.
Not worse, just. More. Deeper. He could swear this dog was shooting right into his belly, though it couldn’t have been that deep. It had stopped growing a while ago, though it felt a solid foot inside him. A solid foot of dog dick, knot and all, inaugurating this derg into a new, zooier world. And that was just the start.
Hours and about half a dozen dogs later, he was lying ass-to-ass over the bench with the biggest great dane anyone’s ever seen. No one else would touch him, not even to lube him up (not that he needed it at this point) for the next dog. He felt… Used.
“’Sup dog slut?” the owner greeted him with. Most of the crowd had dispersed, just a few stragglers getting in some last minute videos to jack off to later no doubt. Said owner was one of them, phone out and recording as he stepped in front of the dragon, camera aiming right at him so there could be no doubts who was tied to that beast of a dog in this moment.
“I’m— I’m not a—“
“Dog slut? Lil’ derg’s tied to a dog and he’s tryin’ to say he ain’t a dog slut.”
The owner, a big towering stag he never learned the name of, walked around the chubby, bound dragon. Showing off the base of the pulsing dog cock trapped inside him with a knot that felt like it was as big as both his fists put together, to the cum bloated belly that was struggling to find room to exist against the cushioned bench this debauchery took place on. To the cum streaked face, staring back at the phone recording him with the deepest blush on his face.
“Lil’ dude’s tied to my dog, looking a few months pregnant from all those loads, AND,” he paused to shift around and aim the camera at the streaks across the bench, showing the few times the dragon had gotten off during the ordeal, “even blew a few loads. If this guy ain’t a new zoo I dunno what is.”
“So. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” he proposed, he was already back in front of the dragon, paw under and gripping his chin to bring his gaze back up to the camera. “Tell me whatcha’ are and I’ll let you go. After my pooch is done with ya, anyway.”
“I— W-what?”
“Go on, ya lil’ dogfucker! Tell me, and all the nice folks that’re gonna be watching this later, what you are.”
There was a good long pause as the dragon had a bit of an internal panic. He…
He couldn’t. It was too much.
“C’mooooon, it’ll be fun. Admit to us turnin’ yer ass into a brandnew zoophile, and you’re free. Shouldn’t have come out here with those tattoos if ya weren’t lookin’ for this.”
...He had to. If this was the only way to get out of here and forget about this night? Then…
“I’m a… I-I’m a dog fucker…”
“Louder, ya slut!”
“I’m a dogfucker!”
“A dirty zoo, ain’tcha? C’mon, for the camera.”
“Yes!”
“Hehehe, good boy. That’ll do.”
With a click, he was let free. There was still the dog on his back and over a foot in him, but what’s done was done and all of it recorded in HD for anyone to see.
He felt warm. Heavy. Bloated. Ashamed.
Used. Just used.
And it made him hard as a rock.