A Public Pet
Feral dragons seldom go out in public when they're in heat or rut, and this is why!
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A Public Pet For Torin By Draconicon
Torin was glad that his tail had something to do, pulling the little push-cart around with his goodies and gifts on it. It was getting close enough to a big holiday, so there were a lot of crowds around, and he didn't need his tail fulfilling any of the fantasies running through his head.
"I swear, he's gotten right where...Mmph."
The golden feral dragon bit off his thoughts, shaking his head a few times as he tightened his tail's grip on the cart. It was so tempting to just find one of those isolated aisles and just...jam it in, wriggle it around for a while, and satisfy some of the heat that was constantly building up. It was such a fun thought that he might have gone off to do it...
Were it not for the fact that the mall was utterly packed.
Swerving around one small family of mice, Torin shook his head again. He had to keep his mind out of the pink clouds, and down on earth. The longer he thought about his heat, his need, the more likely he'd start 'showing', and the last thing he needed was for someone to walk by and bump into that. He blushed, shivering at the idea of how embarrassing that was -
"Mmmph!"
He stopped, sidling over to the wall rather than standing in the middle of the mall walkway. The dragon pushed his hind legs together, putting pressure on his sac for a little bit. Slowly, the start of his growth went back down, his cock sliding back into its little hiding place. Torin glared back at his hips, as if his back half could be blamed for his cock's behavior.
Kilian. It's all Kilian's fault.
The name alone made his blush worse, because it made him imagine his 'friend' in a way that he really didn't want to. Big, blue, and altogether too good at teasing, the other feral dragon had been filling his mind with all sorts of ideas lately. Like heading off to the mall while in the middle of his heat, and looking around for someone to fuck him, and leave him dripping, and -
Stop it. You're gonna embarrass yourself even more if you keep that up, he thought, but it was so hard not to. Everything sexual that could be seen, could be thought, was running through his head, and he couldn't stop it. The golden dragon whimpered, trying to take his mind off of it by squeezing his balls a bit more, but even that was making it worse now, reminding him of just how full they were, how needy he was.
He had to get his shopping done, and do it fast, or he was going to end up a wriggling mess on the mall floor.
Torin darted forward, squirming with his legs pressing tightly together. It was a singularly undignified way for a feral dragon to move, making him look like he was mincing around, but at least it kept him from showing off his cock...or his swollen balls...or his ever-needier hole now that it was starting to twitch...
Groaning and whimpering, the golden dragon darted into one of the food marts. A big stallion stood at the front door, looking up at him, and offered a hand.
"Need someone to watch your cart, sir?"
"Hmm?"
"There's a lot of stuff in there. Do you want to drag that all over the store?"
"Uh, um, I'll be fine. No need to watch anything. I'm good."
Darting off before he could think of whether that stallion might be big enough to reach the parts inside of him that really, really, really needed stroking, Torin made his way towards the frozen food aisles. He wanted nothing more than to grab the biggest fridge unit and shove his lower half into it, give it the equivalent of a cold shower, but there was no way that the store would let him get away with that. Instead, he settled for the chill that always permeated those spots, taking a few deep breaths and trying to get a hold of himself.
Even that wasn't doing much, but it was still better than nothing. He wandered from one to another, doing circuitous laps between them, and slowly, his body temperature lowered enough that he felt a little more safe. He wasn't so desperate to be rutted or pinned or -
"Well...well...well..."
He froze in place at that voice, a voice that seemed to have a chuckle underneath every word that it said. Torin turned his head, looking over his shoulder, and his eyes went wide at the sight of the blue dragon at the end of the aisle. He strutted forward, his legs extending wider and further than Torin dared to move, and his eyes went right where they shouldn't have.
Kilian was more than a little endowed. Blue dragons were generally more endowed than gold dragons anyway, as a general rule, but Kilian took it to a whole new level. A truly massive sheath hung between his hind legs, and it was big enough to actually sway with his steps, something that Torin swore that the bigger dragon did on purpose to show off. He blushed worse and worse, his tail pulling the push-cart closer to him, almost tucking it under his tail.
It didn't stop the blue, however, who almost seemed to mount it. The pressure he put on it from behind almost jammed a good bit of metal under Torin's rump, and he shivered at the nearness it had to his hole. Kilian rocked his hips, almost making it feel like he was fucking the golden dragon with the cart.
"Here I thought you'd be too cowardly to come out here, little gold. But look at you. Showing the world what a needy little slut you are. Heh, have you dragged anyone down the little hallways yet, bitch? Shown those two-leggers just how much of a needy whore you are, that you'll take their cocks or their fists up that twitching little pucker of yours, just to get some relief?"
He shivered at that, knowing that he'd come a little too close to doing just that. The horse at the front door had been only one such target; there'd been a bunch of biker mice that looked like they'd have big, rough fists to pound his ass, and a couple of bigger wolves that looked like they could just about spread him open the way he needed. Not to mention a few foxes that looked like they could take care of his other end...
He shook his head.
"I'm...I'm just getting some essentials. Come on, Kilian, let me - ah!"
Even the sound of his little yelp, high and needy, left him blushing. He looked around hurriedly, hoping that no one had heard it, but it didn't matter. The edge of his little trolley pushed up against his rear even more, the corner rubbing right over his hole. He could feel it puckering back against it, almost like it was trying to open up and swallow the darn thing.
The blue dragon put a forepaw on his shoulder, pushing his head down before he could stop it. He yelped again as he was pinned against the floor, and almost squeaked as his little trolley was shoved down the aisle. A few boxes, white and wrapped in gold, went flying, and he whimpered.
"My candies..."
"Heh, you don't need candies, you slut."
Kilian leaned forward, and Torin knew what was coming. The full weight of the blue dragon came down on his back, forcing him right against the floor and keeping him pinned. It was so huge, so massive, and it was worse when he felt the heat pressing right under his tail.
"This is what you really need. You want a treat, you little bitch? You want something for that heat of yours?"
Don't...Please...I don't...I can't say no...
He whimpered as the blue pushed at him again, sidling along his body and grinding that massive cock under his tail even further. He felt the tip brushing against his balls, grinding against them and leaving them...wet. Slimy. The sensation only got worse when the blue dragon pulled back, the wetness rubbing right against his ass.
And now...
There were people watching. The gold dragon blushed harder than ever as he realized that others - wolves, leopards, even a few stallions - were looking down the aisle at him, at the way that the blue was mounting him right there in public. He tried to look away, but Kilian pushed one forepaw down on the back of his head, making him look at everyone ahead of them.
"Heh, you know what you want, bitch. And you know what?"
"...What?"
"You're gonna have to say it. Say it in front of all these people. Everyone in this store is gonna hear you, when you tell me that you want me to fuck you. That you want me to rut you right into the ground, and mark you with my cum in your ass, on your back, and all over you. Everyone is gonna hear you call yourself a cum-slut whore, and you know there are going to be pictures."
"And...and if I...ah...don't?"
His face had to look like a red dragon rather than a gold dragon, now; he was blushing too much for it to look like anything else. The blue dragon smirked.
"If you don't...I'll leave. And you'll still be in heat."
And that, he knew, was complete honest. Kilian wouldn't force it, and that was the worst part of it. The blue dragon could take him, could fuck him, and Torin would have no way to actually stop him...but he wouldn't. He'd make the gold dragon make it his idea, make him consent, or leave him to madness.
His hips were already wriggling, trying to get that cock, and he couldn't stop them. He could only -
"Please..."
"I'm sorry, bitch, what was that?"
"Please..."
The blue dragon grabbed him by the horns, pulling his head up so that everyone could see him, everyone could hear him.
"As loud as you can, slut."
"Please, please, please, please, FUCK ME! Fuck me into the ground! Fuck me until I'm oozing your cum! Make me into a little slutty cum-covered bitch! I need your fucking cock!"
"Heh, good."
Kilian slipped off of him, and for a single, horrible moment, Torin worried that he wasn't going to get the reward he needed.
Then the blue pulled him up, pushing him against one of the freezer units. So very erect from the way he'd been handled, Torin shivered as he was suddenly pushed up against the cold glass, his cock smearing against it as Kilian mounted him from behind. The heat from the other dragon's cock and the chill from the freezer were two tremendous counterpoints, leaving him shivering for all kinds of reasons as Kilian slammed in again and again, that massive cock spreading him open, and his cock oozing pre over the glass, smearing it, coating it...
And he loved it.
His tongue hung out of his mouth as he was finally rutted, his eyes half-slitted in utter relaxation as he was fucked to the brim. He swore he was going to cum any second, but he didn't care. The flashes from phones, the clicking of pictures being sent, all of it was secondary.
He was a bitch, and he'd gotten his cock, and that was all that mattered.
The End