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Curtis beat at the punching bag, losing himself in the sounds of the gym. Some of them were sparring against each other - not real sparring, but the practiced faux-fighting that helped them learn the motions, without dealing damage. Others were working on the equipment like him, some going after the bags while others upped their fitness with the weights or cardio. There was plenty to choose from, which was one reason Curtis liked working here.

Combat sports were a big business, maybe not the biggest sport around but big enough to mean millions if not billions in value overall. Curtis had been wanting in for years, and he’d gone into it in high school...though that had been a rather unpleasant affair, all things considered. But he was beyond it now, Drummond’s gym was the perfect environment for him, and he expected it to stay that way.

He had no way of knowing that that would all change that very day.

The doors at the front of the gym opened, and Curtis heard some surprised gasps from some of the others. Curious, he turned...and his heart nearly stopped. His boss, Willifred Drummond, had just walked in, and he wasn’t alone. Flanking him were several big, strong men, not part of their entourage...and not even their species.

Dragons.

“Boys, say hello to your new partners. We’ve decided to merge our teams.”

Curtis, wild-eyed, came out swinging before anyone else could react. He stormed over in a rage, red-faced and seething. “What the hell is this, Drummond? You said we were human-only, that we weren’t gonna get into this dragon bullshit!”

“Things change, Merick. Audiences flock to the dragons, and the most successful teams have both. It’s still difficult for some of the dragon-only teams to gain traction, so this kind of merger helps us both.”

“It doesn’t help me, Drummond! I only joined because you said you wouldn’t have any dragons here! This is a stab in the back!” The rest of the people in the gym were staring at him, but he didn’t really care, to him this meant more than the opinions of the others.

Drummond, however, was not moved by his anger. “You’re not the only consideration here, Merick! We’ve got a business to run here, and this is where the future of the business is. There’s no real point in fighting it anymore, we’ve stuck to the humans-only policy for too long for no reason other than we didn’t want to have to learn how to accommodate everyone. It’s long past time to get with the program.”

“It’s a bullshit program! Maybe I should just take my skills elsewhere, then!”

“Go right ahead,” Drummond said without any concern in his voice at all. “Good luck finding a successful team that doesn’t employ dragons. There aren’t any left...they just don’t have the draw that dragons do. If you’d rather spend your life never going anywhere, be my guest.”

Curtis fell silent, seething at his boss, at the dragons around him, who seemed somewhat confused about the harsh response. It would have pleased him immensely to have just walked out past them all and never returned...but after two years here, and knowing his prospects of getting what he wanted were abysmal, he realized with a dismal sinking feeling that it would be the end of his career if he did.

As he slumped over, Drummond took that as a sign to continue. “You’ll each be working with one of the dragons...it works out that there’s almost as many of them as there are of us, and the more experienced dragons will work with two of you. I’ll set up the assignments tomorrow, and I expect you to get along with each other and improve your skill, strength, and technique beyond everything else you’ve learned. We want to put a damn good show, and if you can’t keep up, you’ll be out on the street.”

---

The next day, everything was set up for their practice bouts when they got in. Most of the others were excited about the prospect of training with the dragons, and couldn’t understand Curtis’s sour mood.

“What’s your problem, Curt? You’re not usually like this.” Dalton, probably his closest friend at the gym, seemed more concerned than anything. “You’re not...uh…”

“I’m not racist against dragons, Dalton,” Curtis huffed. “I’m perfectly fine with them in every other respect, but I don’t want to be involved with them in the league. I joined Drummond’s specifically because they didn’t have dragons on their team and didn’t fight against dragons...and now I’m too invested to leave.”

“I know, they’re built for combat better than any of us humans...they’re just on a different level, so we don’t really have a good chance of competing against them.” Dalton shrugged. “But so what? They’re on our team, they’re gonna be helping us train and get stronger...what’s the deal?”

“Look, it’s personal, okay? I’ve had some bad experiences…”

“All right, people,” Drummond’s voice called out, cutting off the conversation. “I’ll call your name, and you’ll show your stuff. Remember, this is just a test, and we’re not going to go until a defeat. Beldin, you’re up first. Gevrial, if you’re ready…”

All eyes traveled to the ring, where a shorter, stockier human and a dragon of rather similar build enter and square off against each other. They were both geared up in special equipment - a collar, armlets, and anklets, together generating a special field that protected them from actual harm. The color on the gear indicated their status - green was good, yellow was danger, orange was critical, and red meant they had lost. Without the gear, there was no sport; what they were doing was dangerous, and it would have been outright illegal if they weren’t well-protected.

After a moment of sizing each other up, the two engaged, getting close in and trading blows. Quick punches and kicks, nothing too serious, just testing each other. It was clear from the outset that the dragon was hitting harder and faster than the human, and wasn’t nearly as impacted by the blows that were landed. That was the thing that pissed Curtis off - the dragons had the obvious advantage, it wasn’t even a fair fight. How this could be entertaining to anyone, he had no clue.

“All right, that’s enough.” The two pulled away from each other, panting lightly. “Not bad, I think you two can learn from each other. We’ll have you two working together from now on. Okay, next up, Swann and Yuker. Take your places…”

And so it went from there. A human and a dragon would enter the ring, go at it for a few minutes, and then be stopped by the coach. Invariably the dragon was superior, though the quality of the matches varied; sometimes the human put up a decent fight, other times it was a complete beatdown. After every time, either the two would be paired up or they’d be set aside, to be matched with someone from a later match. Curtis observed it all with a perpetual scowl, hating every second of it; the humiliation Drummond was putting them through was just totally unfair, it was like he wanted to destroy any morale they had.

Inevitably, his turn came about. “Merick, you’re next. Unless you’re going to create a stir again.”

Curtis felt himself redden as he stepped into the ring. Boy, would he have liked to say more than he intended to… “Only one person here creating a stir, the guy who blindsided everyone.”

“Never figured you to be a problem...well, I know who’ll be perfect.” He nodded towards a gray-scaled dragon who looked rather unpleasant. “Ravaje. You’re up.”

The gray dragon snorted. “Great. Just my luck, I get the racist.” He stepped forward, raising his hands to ready himself for the battle. Curtis stepped forward, doing the same, though he shot the most awful looks at Ravage that he could muster.

“Ravage? What kind of bullshit stage game are you playing?”

“It’s ‘Ravaje,’ and no game. I got it the same way you got yours. Not my fault it ended up having a meaning in your language.”

“Right, I’ll bet.”

Drummond silenced them before Ravaje could respond. “Enough. Let’s see what you’ve got, you two, no more running your mouths.”

They’d barely gotten into place before Curtis leapt forward, trying to take a swing. The blow was easily parried by the dragon, who countered with a quick jab to the gut and another to the jaw. Reeling from the hard impacts, impacts which were all too familiar to him, he desperately kicked out, trying to catch Ravaje in the thigh and knock him off-balance. The only one who ended up off-balance was him, as his foot simply bounced off harmlessly, leaving him wide open. Ravaje took the opportunity, nailing him with a quick series of jabs and hooks that sent him stumbling backward, before a straight kick knocked him into the ropes.

Curtis got up, panting hard; even equipped like he was, he was feeling every blow when it landed, and it was taking the stamina out of him. He tried to recover, charging forward and trying to drill his fists into the tough scaled hide, but even landing a couple of shots while the dragon shifted around didn’t help him - they glanced off without doing much to slow him down. And too late he realized he was in poor position, but he didn’t get a chance to correct it - Ravaje lashed out, giving him a jab to the side of the head that had his ears ringing before an elbow drop sent him crashing into the ground. It might have been worse if the whistle hadn’t sounded, bringing the brief clash to a close.

It took a bit for Curtis to regain his bearings, but with a grunt he eventually stood up. Without even a glance at the dragon, he pushed the ropes down and jumped out of the ring, right in the face of his coach. “You call that fighting? That was bad even compared to the rest of the group, Curtis,” Drummond said with a scowl.

“Well whaddaya fuckin’ expect? You know we can’t handle dragons! Maybe you shoulda thought of that before you decided to break your damn policy!”

“I expected better from one of the people who actually has some experience against them! You listen to me, Merick, you’re on thin ice already for your attitude about this. If you can’t handle this, it’s not Ravaje who’s going to have to leave. You understand me?”

“...Yes, sir.” It was strained to the point of breaking, but Drummond seemed satisfied for the moment.

“Good. Ravaje will be training you personally. Get over yourself and get better.”

“Yes, sir.” The weight of those words would have crushed some people, but Drummond was utterly unmoved. With little other recourse, Curtis simply shot a horrible look at Ravaje, who returned it with one of his own. He then stomped off towards the locker room, wanting to do anything other than be around people for the rest of the day.

---

“C’mon, step it up. You’re able to do more than that.”

“I’m going as hard as I can, asshole!”

Things had not gotten better between Curtis and Ravaje over the couple of weeks since they’d been paired up. The gray dragon’s attitude was hardly any better than Curtis’s, which made it rather easy for the human to express his distaste for him. They argued often and loudly, and as a consequence were asked to spend most of their time training after hours in order to not disturb anyone else. It was hardly the ideal situation for either of them, but they didn’t argue, and so usually they were the only ones occupying the gym well into the late hours of the evening.

If it weren’t for the fact that Curtis had been wanting to do this kind of thing for years, he would have walked out. Only his motivation to realize his dream kept him coming back for more of the dragon’s insufferability. The only consolation was that he was clearly irritating Ravaje as much as Ravaje was irritating him. He wasn’t going to like it, but at least he could make sure others felt as shitty about it as he did.

“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen better out of you and you know it. Maybe if you stopped being such a pissbaby you’d show better what you can do.”

Hearing that really got his goat. Perhaps he wasn’t exactly performing his best today - he was stressed out and frustrated, not unusual lately but it was especially rough on him at the moment - but he wasn’t holding back, he wasn’t about to pull any punches on a dragon. Problem was, for all the good it did he might as well have been. The dragon was just altogether bigger and tougher, built to handle anything a human could throw at them, unless they were a hell of a human. Even with the equipment standard for the sport, humans just couldn’t measure up...and that was part of what had him so riled.

“Fuck off! Just because you’re born with an advantage, you think you’re all that! You shouldn’t even be allowed in this business!”

“The fuck is your problem, anyway? No one else here bitches about us being around, and no one else has problems with training with us. You’d think some of their tolerance would rub off on you at some point.”

“I’m not racist, jackass! If I were racist no fucking way would I come in alone with you! I don’t give a damn about you being a dragon, I just don’t wanna fucking put myself through your bullshit again!”

“What bullshit?”

“What do you care? You won’t get it, it’ll just be another fucking story to share and laugh about.”

Ravaje folded his arms. “If I can’t get away from you, then I’d like to at least try to work with you. Knowing why you’re such a pill would be a start.”

Curtis glowered at him. “Like you would understand.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Either way, at least you’ll prove it’s not just racism. Now spill.”

“...Fine. Look, I was doing this back in high school, I enjoyed it a lot until senior year. They brought in dragons for the first time, and I kept getting my ass kicked, badly. They all told me, ‘you can’t compare yourself,’ but it sounded like they were just telling me I wasn’t good enough. It sent me into a tailspin...I got depressed, started obsessing about my body and about working out, nearly killed myself because I couldn’t keep up. Almost cost me fuckin’ everything, and I didn’t want to go through that again, so I refused to be part of any team that had dragons on it. It took me a good couple years to find a guy who swore that they’d stay human-only, and then he goes and fucks me over!”

“Okay, starting to get it. But this isn’t high school. Whatever they might’ve put you through, we’re more mature than than by now-”

“It doesn’t fucking matter! I’m already starting to feel it, that fucking feeling that I’m not good enough, that almost killed me! I don’t want to go through this again, but what do you think’s gonna happen if I keep getting my ass handed to me like this?”

“Of course you’re gonna get your ass handed to you! We’re bigger, faster, and stronger just by our nature! But it’s not about beating us, it’s about trying to get better than where you were before! It’s another level of challenge that will make you better than your previous best! All the best combat athletes train against dragons, and if you want to get up to that level, you’re gonna have to follow in their footsteps!”

Curtis scowled at Ravaje. “Well, that’s making me feel a fuck of a lot better. As if I needed more pressure on myself!”

“Everyone pressures themselves. You think I don’t try to force myself to get better? But you know what overdoing it feels like, stop yourself before you get to that point. If you’re that worried about it, get people to help you keep yourself in check.”

“Oh, sure, you make it sound so goddamn easy!”

“Easy or not, that’s what you have to do. You can’t just run away from it. You’ll never actually beat it if you just avoid it. You have to work to kill it. How do you think other people deal with their problems?”

“Hpmh. Like you’ve ever had a problem that bad…”

Ravaje didn’t say anything to that, just set up his stance for Curtis’s next approach. Well and truly pissed, Curtis felt like he was putting all of his anger and frustrations into his fists with each blow. If only it seemed to be doing anything more.

---

The training seemed to shift in nature over the next couple weeks. Curtis had taken the dragon’s intrusion into his privacy personally, he was convinced that Ravaje was making fun of him behind his back over it. This led to him hitting harder than necessary, and sniping more at Ravaje whenever they were together. And it was clearly wearing on him; Ravaje was getting more hostile himself, and he wasn’t above delivering a cheap shot when he’d had enough. The antagonism was intensifying, but only behind the scenes - Curtis wasn’t about to risk his position by making a big show of it, though he was no less friendly than before, and Ravaje wasn’t going to make a bad impression with his new bosses.

Even bottling it up a little bit wasn’t healthy, though, and it started to boil over. One night after a rough day in the gym for both of them, they started overdoing it on the training blows. The bickering between them reached new levels of hostility, and a fierce sucker-punch from Ravaje set things off. Without any overt agreement, without even a second thought, they squared off and started throwing down. They weren’t just playing at it, they were fighting like a real match. The stress of their personalities clashing and their frustration over having to deal with each other was spilling out, leading them to go beyond just a training session. If not for the equipment protecting them, it would have been a far worse turn of events.

Curtis wasn’t going to admit it, if he was even aware of it, but going against the dragon was doing him some good. He was still outclassed, but not by as much as he had been the first time they’d sparred - now, he was dodging some blows, landing more, though the level of impact left something to be desired. At first he was standing his ground against the angry Ravaje, but his own temper got the better of him and he started to get sloppy. In a last desperate attempt to gain ground, he through himself at the dragon, trying to grapple with him, use his weight against him...only then did he feel a rather pronounced protrusion in front of him, barring him from getting as up close as he wanted.

And then suddenly Ravaje scrambled backwards, breaking the boundary of the ring and earning a foul out. He was panting hard, and it wasn’t all from exertion. Curtis stared at him; he may have been locked into the fight, but it was impossible to miss the bulge in the front of the dragon’s uniform. “Do you seriously have a fucking boner?”

Ravaje growled. “Dammit...every fucking time…”

“Wait, what do you mean every time? I haven’t seen this before, unless you’ve been-”

“Only when it gets serious! I’m just...I don’t know what the deal is. Middle of a match, without warning, I get hard. It’s super fucking distracting and it’s a target, and you know there’s no rule against taking advantage. They told me I can’t actually take part in any matches until I deal with it, but hell if I know how.”

“Listen to you! And you were spouting off about not running away before-”

“I’m not running away! I just don’t know what to do! I’ve tried jerking it before a match, taking stuff that’s supposed to make it hard to get it up, icing my shorts, a bunch of stupid suggestions from friends, everything short of fucking surgery! And I’m not doing that, I’m not gonna kill my sex life for this!”

“What, you want me to feel sorry for you? One less dragon in the matches at least.”

Ravaje glowered at Curtis bitterly. “Of course you’d fucking say that. No sympathy at all, even though we’re in the same boat. They thought hearing that we don’t all have it so good might get you to lighten up, I don’t know what they were thinking…”

“The hell are you talking about? Who thought that?”

“Who do you think? You think we were just paired together at random? Of course not. Drummond did this intentionally. You were always so gung-ho about how dragons had unfair advantages and such, he decided that since I had issues myself that it might make you see things differently. But of course not, you’re the same stupid asshole you always were.”

“Oh, what, you wanted me to be nice and sorry for you? You’re still a fucking dragon, and you’ve been as much of an asshole to me as I’ve been to you, so don’t give me that.”

“Only because you’ve been! I’m not here to fucking start fights!” He punched the wall in frustration. “Fuck it, I’m done for tonight. Not in the mood for more of your shit. I’m going home and dreaming about the moment you get your head out of your ass.”

“Fine by me.” Curtis wasn’t at all unhappy to see the dragon storm out, and he decided to punch out for the night himself. At first he only grumbled about the presence of the dragon’s hard-on, a bit disgusted by that kind of reaction from the reptile. Only later did he start to see it as an opportunity.

---

More days passed, and the frustrations of the two of them kept building as their respective issues didn’t get better. But it wasn’t all bad for Curtis...no, something had come to him recently, an idea. Maybe Drummond had the right idea, though probably not in the way he intended - he was, in fact, seeing things in a different perspective. And that perspective was the key to his victory, exploiting a cheap weakness to take down Ravaje. Probably not the honorable thing, but Curtis didn’t care so much about honor where the dragon was concerned, and besides that, the point wasn’t to make this a regular thing.

To Curtis it was simple: beat Ravage, and his insecurities would go away.

It didn’t have to be an ongoing thing. Ravaje would work through his issues eventually, and then Curtis wouldn’t be able to win against him through that...and other dragons weren’t going to have that weakness. But that didn’t matter, he felt - all he needed was to know that it could be done, by some means. He wouldn’t have to dwell on it anymore, because he could say he won, regardless of how. Even if he never beat another dragon, he’d at least have the feeling of being good enough to have done it at least once.

And now he had an idea of how: use the dragon’s weakness against him. If he could land a good blow on the dragon’s mostly-exposed genitals, it would have to take him down, or at least make him vulnerable for a power attack. It was an ongoing issue for Ravaje, but he still wasn’t sure if he’d have many opportunities to exploit it...he wanted to make it a surprise, get him when he didn’t expect it. Perhaps making the dragon angry enough to throw down would help, make him distracted enough to leave himself open...then he could go in for the kill, so to speak.

Another late-night training session saw his chance. He could tell Ravaje was pissed, at least one of the other dragons had been making fun of his issues and it rankled him quite a bit. That was all the opening Curtis needed, and as he worked the dragon in his training he decided to put it into action. The dragon had been hitting a bit harder than normal as a result of his frustration, and it had him a bit less steady. “What, you trying to put me into traction?”

“Not my fault you can’t dodge for shit. Come on, step it up. I don’t want to be here any more than you do.”

“Right, like you ever look for a reason not to shit on me when you have the chance. Don’t think I don’t know how you dragons think.”

“Not the time,” Ravaje growled.

“Oh, can it. Don’t even pretend, I can see it in your eyes right now, you’re just going over all the ways you want to put me in the dirt. That’s why you love beating up on humans, makes you feel all big and strong, doesn’t it? Can’t hack it in fair competition...”

That seemed to do the trick, as Ravaje’s eyes flashed. “You want me to beat you up? Because I’m more than happy to deliver!”

In response, Curtis delivered a sharp jab to the dragon’s snout. Another growl came from the slighted reptile, and he suddenly lashed out, forcing Curtis to parry and dodge. That was a real blow, not one that was just to guide him, and he knew he was in. Now he just needed that reaction…

It was clear, though, that it would be no easy task to endure for long enough to get that reaction. Ravaje was still showing some restraint, but it was even less than last time, and Curtis was being put through his biggest paces yet. Fortunately, Ravaje was distracted by his anger as well, so he was getting by with a few glancing blows, better than he usually did. His eyes were focused on the dragon’s crotch, watching the bulge grow and thicken, becoming an ever more present target, one he was banking all his chances on.

But he was so focused on his target that he lost sight of his whole opponent. And he didn’t realize that Ravaje was losing control completely until the dragon grabbed him and forced him to the ground. Suddenly Curtis found himself pinned face-down under three hundred pounds of dragon, the weight keeping him well and truly immobilized. He struggled to try to land a blow behind him, but the awkward angle kept him from striking his target.

But then Ravaje took things in an unexpected direction. A large hand reached out to the collar of Curtis’s practice uniform, and with a snarl he tore it away. In an instant Curtis went from fighting to fearful. “Ravaje! What the fuck are you-”

“Shut up!” The sound of the dragon’s voice almost speared through him, and as he turned his head painfully to look up at his captor he could see the wild eyes bearing down on him, they looked possessed, or like...like someone under the influence of drugs, like he’d seen back in high school. In an instant he knew Ravaje couldn’t be keeping himself in check...and that meant…

His fears were confirmed when the dragon proceeded to rip off his shorts and underwear, leaving him fully exposed. He yelled out, trying to get the attention of any person who might have stayed in the building, but there was no one, he knew it was only wishful thinking...and then his attention was drawn to something very different when Ravaje tore away his own uniform, leaving himself bare and exposing the weapon he intended to use.

Curtis had never seen anything of its magnitude or appearance; the bulge under the clothes didn’t do it justice. The dragon’s cock was massive, with barbs dotting the flesh all the way along its length until the swelling bulges at its base. The thought of that going inside him was terrifying, it would break him in half, rip him up and leave him ruined...except, he realized, it couldn’t. He had no uniform, but the protective gear he wore was intact, and still active...as long as it was, Ravaje could do him no real harm. He would survive it unharmed...which in itself was a somewhat scary thought.

His one last attempt to struggle and escape came as Ravaje repositioned himself for the act, and it was no more effective than before. The strong arms held him fast, and the scaly legs pressed against his and spread them out, leaving him defenseless and open for the invasion. He barely had time to mentally ready himself before Ravaje drove in, swiftly ramming himself in up to his waiting knot.

Curtis wasn’t able to cry out as the wind escaped his lungs. The gigantic cock spreading his untested hole sent feelings shooting through him that he never even imagined. The pain was intense, but not as bad as it would have been without the protection...and he could feel a bit of pleasure, too, as nerves were struck in him that he’d never known about, at least not in experience.

Ravaje seemed to care little for any of this, pulling himself out and ramming back in at high speed, beginning to thrust mercilessly into his victim. Every motion sent those barbs raking against him, scratching him deep inside and triggering a wealth of mixed sensations. It reeked of power, dominance, control…all of that, driving into him, felt in the most primal way possible. Every thrust was like a statement pounded into him, a declaration of superiority which hit him deeper than any word ever could...and he was responding to it, his own cock hardening and dripping, the stimulation impossible to ignore.

He could feel the dragon’s breath on him as he thrust in, snorting and snarling like an animal. Which Ravaje almost felt like, and it felt damn good - for once, those inscrutable urges were being attended to rather than ignored, and the pleasure was wiping out what little fragments of control he had still retained. Curtis’s ass was incredibly tight around him, shifting the barbs every which way, the warm flesh hugging his cock in a vicious grip. He could feel his knot shoving against the protesting asshole, and the tingle through that bulge was incredibly enticing, demanding entry into his bitch. At this point, nothing was going to stop him from that.

Curtis couldn’t believe it, but it was starting to feel good. The pain in his ass was going away, and a pronounced pleasure was starting to jolt through him on each thrust. He was starting to push back, what little force he could offer adding to the dragon’s incredible power, tensing down around that barbed shaft to get more of their scratching against him. At this point it was automatic, he was no more in control than Ravaje, but unlike the dragon he had no idea how much he’d wanted it, even needed it...it was a whirlwind in his mind, excluding rational thought, he was only responding as he needed to.

The dragon’s thrusts got faster as his pre made the passage much slicker. The fluids were saturating his hole every time he shoved himself in and yanked himself out, making it wetter and less resistant to that fat knot. Curti could feel it slamming against him, trying to stretch him open even more...and that only spurred him to push harder, meet Ravaje’s intensity. He stopped clenching as he felt his orgasm approach, starting trying to be as wide as possible, as every thrust made him wider, let more of that flesh in, forcing himself to yield viscerally to the powerful creature...

And then, as it suddenly forced its way inside him, he felt himself go over that edge, his body hitting its peak as it surrendered to the dragon. He cried out loud as he came onto the floor mat, cock pumping its load hard as his hole sucked in that knot, sealing it inside him. A moment later, warmth poured into him as Ravaje roared, shooting his own lead directly into Curtis, a seemingly endless flood pounding into his bowels as the knot stopped anything from getting out. Deeper and deeper he was filled, putting a notable weight inside him in the minute plus that he took what Ravaje had to give.

It took a good bit of time for the two to come down from their respective highs, their bodies rigidly locked together for a bit before finally they were released. Curtis slumped on the ground, panting hard, but he wasn’t as tired as he thought he would be...his energy had been helped along by the gear, just like his body had. He could still feel that thickness trapped inside him...luckily Ravaje hadn’t been that drained either, or he might have found himself with a lot of weight on top of him. As is was, Rajave held himself just over the human, waiting for his knot to go down...it took just a few minutes, long enough for everything to settle, and he dragged himself out of Curtis’s body, the barbs leaving a last scratch along his bowels.

On some level, Ravaje knew he should be disturbed by what he’d just done. It was more or less rape, even if Curtis had been kind of provoking him...but the satisfaction from the act, not to mention of shutting the human up for once, had made it incredibly hard to feel bad. And he felt a lot looser, freer, like he’d finally gotten over the hump...maybe this was what he’d needed all along, just someone to take out the pressure on. More than anything he wanted to go again...the satisfaction was good but he knew he could still get more. Still, he knew he was in hot water, and he’d have to figure out some way to keep Curtis from using it to ruin his career, if that was possible...another round probably wasn’t going to accomplish that. “Rgh...you...all right, Curtis?”

Curtis knew he should be upset...but he wasn’t. The opposite, actually...already he felt less uncomfortable, Ravaje’s fucking had woken something up inside him, a change in his gut that already had him less concerned about his place. Defeat was perhaps as decisive as victory...he looked back, up at Ravaje, the dragon’s uncertain expression, his still hard and dripping cock that was almost begging to be used again...no, Curtis knew what he needed, and he knew he wouldn’t have any trouble getting it. “Let’s go again.”

Ravaje’s eyes widened. “Wh...what? You...you want to…”

Curtis nodded. “Yeah...I want to.”

The dragon couldn’t believe that, but he wasn’t about to argue. He stepped forward, ready to grab Curtis again, but the human suddenly held up a hand. “Wait...I need to...get ready.”

Ravaje didn’t know what that meant, until he saw Curtis’s hands reach for the collar. A quick motion, and off it came, and he felt the charge of the protective force leaving his body. Then the armlets, and finally the anklets, hit the ground, leaving him truly fully naked and vulnerable. With the dragon’s eyes on him curiously, he got up on his shaky limbs, setting himself on all fours presented to Ravaje, looking back at the dragon with bold certainty. “Now I’m ready.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Never been more sure.”

“Well…” Ravaje reached up to his own collar, but Curtis shook his head. “...No?”

“No. You leave them on.” Easy words, but they carried important weight; Ravaje knew that it would mean the human couldn’t stop him, couldn’t make him ease up, and he wanted it that way. As if he needed more reason to be incredibly aroused...in a moment he was upon the human, hands locking onto that body as he felt his self-control take leave of him again, that feral burst still within him. Once again he took Curtis hard, slamming all the way in without remorse.

Curtis’s teeth clenched, his fists clenched, pretty much his whole body clenched as he was taken again. This time it hurt even more, for good reason. The force of that stretch around that thick cock was incredible, pushing his body hard...but it also felt so much better, the pleasure no longer dulled by the protective force, totally free to rampage through his body.

And rampage it did as Ravaje began driving in with his beastly force. If he was going any easier on the vulnerable human, it wasn’t enough to make it feel any easier, the speed and force feeling several times more potent, the scratching from the barbs even more sharp. It could have been damaging, potentially, with the disparity in size...but his body remembered, remembered from that first time how to move, how to shift with the invader, residual energy from the protection doing just enough, and it rapidly worked to replicate those motions, easing the pain and letting the pleasure overpower.

To Ravaje it felt no different, that ass was still hugging him tight as ever, working his barbs, the added slickness from his earlier load making it very easy to slam in. He was still tight enough to resist his knot, but even with that he could feel it starting to open to him again...it felt unreal that a human could handle this, but if Curtis could do it this time, he’d probably be able to do it over and over again. That thought only helped fuel his lust, and he slammed harder against the human, working his knot against his ass just like before.

And just like before, Curtis was pushing back. A little less fiercely, not because he wanted it less but because he was being sapped a lot faster without the help of his gear, becoming much more rapidly exhausted under the vicious fucking. But he was hard as a rock, dripping pre constantly, and on the verge of his second climax...all he was waiting for was that knot to split him open again, break his hole in like he needed it to be. He would have pleaded for Ravaje to push harder, just slam it in there without fanfare, but he wasn’t able to speak at the moment, all his air going to keeping him upright and conscious.

Pound after pound, smack after smack, Ravaje crept closer to tying. He gripped Curtis so hard it threatened to hurt him, delivering strikes that tried to spear him with that massive knob at the base of his cock. Finally, he felt it giving way, and with a final effort, he drove hard into Curtis, and kept the pressure there, pushing his knot against the slackening hole and making it split wide until it sucked him in, clamping shut around the base and spiking his pleasure to the highest point. He let out another loud roar as he came, making enough noise for the two of them as Curtis also reached his peak, the knotting sending him fiercely over the edge. Both of them shot at the same time, the human’s load a lot smaller but feeling like gunshots with the intensity they came out, matching Ravaje as he pulsed his second load into those violated insides, It felt like it was packing even more weight inside of him, so hot and wet and yet something he needed so badly he could scarcely think of anything else.

Ravaje felt the human start to falter under him, and pulled him down with him onto their sides, letting the rest of his orgasm shoot through while they were laying down so that Curtis could get a breath. The human moaned softly as he felt his peak ebb away, leaving him incredibly full and worn out beyond belief. As the filling tapered off inside him, he could swear his stomach was distended a bit with the volume of dragon seed inside him. Tomorrow he probably wouldn’t be able to move...but hell if this wasn’t totally worth it.

Despite his panting, energy still flowed through Ravaje, and his grip on Curtis tightened. “When I’m free...again?”

Heaving hard, Curtis couldn’t find his voice, but the immediate nod was answer enough.

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“And Ravaje is the winner! Nicely done, I’m impressed...it was well worth the wait to see you fight like that!”

Ravaje grinned at Drummond as he helped the other dragon to his feet. “Thanks, Coach...I’m glad to be back in the right shape to show you. Been too long since I was able to put myself out there.”

“You seem to be free of your issues for sure. How’d you deal with it?”

“Eh, I just worked the feelings outta my system. Figured out a way to really get them drawn out that just wasn’t cutting it before.”

“Good, good. We’ll get you into the big shows pretty soon, I think, we’ve been in talks and something’s being lined up. Better be ready for them!”

Drummond made his way off to have a chat with the trainers, while the dragon Ravaje had beaten groused a bit. “You should’ve told me you were over it, I was all set to be on your ass about it again.”

“Like I’d make it that easy for you,” Ravaje countered, only half in jest. “Serves you right for getting all hung up on that. You’d think you’d’ve heard by now anyway.”

“Whatever. Not all of us care about what you do with your human bitches.” He shot a look at Curtis, who’d been watching from the sidelines, cheering Ravaje on.

There wasn’t any hostility in return; Curtis had moved beyond that. What would have been intensely stressful before had no effect on him now. Since Ravaje had taken him, he’d felt more at ease with his place being below dragons. The dominance he’d felt, the power and control, had imparted a visceral sense of submission to them, putting his mind back in the right place and taking away the false expectations. Without the hang-ups, he was getting along a lot better with his new teammates, as well as his old ones - no one thought him racist anymore, which put a lot of them at more ease.

“That was a hell of a match, Ravaje,” he said as the dragon exited the ring to meet him. “Man, and here I thought you meant business when you were scrapping with me.”

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been building up my stamina. But don’t sell yourself short, I had to work to get better against you. And you’ve been moving up too since we worked out our differences…”

“Yeah, I guess Drummond was right...even if we’re outmatched, it can still help us get better. I hope I didn’t sour something between you two, though...he looked pretty pissed.”

“Oh, don’t worry about Yuker. He needs to learn how to take losing better, he always gets a little whiny afterwards. He’ll be over it.”

Curtis nodded. “Good to hear…sounds like he figured it out by now, eh?”

“No surprise. We’re a pretty tight-knit group, I think they’ve all noticed already. But they’re not the type to care about that. If anything, they’re probably jealous.”

“Oh, really? Well, I think we might have to fix that.”

Ravaje grinned at him. “You think you can make them all satisfied? Because no one’s gonna want to be left out.”

“Hell yes. Let them all join in. Gear them up, even.”

“You’re the one who’ll need gearing up. Taking all of them would put a strain on anyone, even if you can handle me without it.”

“No way. I want to feel every second of it without any interference. It’ll only make me tougher, right?”

“Hey, long as you’re up for it, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble convincing them. But something that big, you’ll need a lot of practice. How about we head back to my place and have a little bit of that?”

Curtis snickered. “Oh, yeah, I like the sound of that.”