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With a thunderous crack, the door gave way and shattered against the wall it hinged on. Three figures made their presence known, quickly rushing into the tavern and brandishing their weapons, eyes scanning the room. Only two denizens graced their sight, the bartender stood shaking behind the counter with his hands raised, while the other sat at a distant table near the back wall. Clad in tattered robes with a satchel at his side, sat a dragon of blue nursing a steaming cup of tea.

"You there in the robes, get up, get against the wall, or you get stuck," snorted the leader of the brutes, a large heavyset boar wearing only leather trousers and a horned helmet.

"Yeah, you heard the boss, get your butt up lizard!" The smallest of the group barked out from behind the boar. Stepping out with false courage was a miniature husky, definitely the runt of the litter, wrapped in a brown hooded robe.

"Don't make us angry scales, or I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Down boy, no need for violence," bellowed the last of the trio, a rather sizable bull sporting a hefty gut that hung through his leather vest and over the chain trousers straining against his form.

The bull slowly made his way over to the bar, hefting himself onto a bar stool that creaked under its strain.

"Easy there barkeep, this doesn't concern you, but a few drinks should help ease everyone," the bull hinted, passing a wink to the fox that was shaken from the stupor of fear.

"Y-y-yes sir... I'll see if I have something special in the back." Tripping over his words, and then over his feet, the fox hurried towards the rear of the bar. A door squeaking open then slamming shortly after, a lock's click echoed into the empty tavern.

"Since the audience is gone, why don't we get a private show from this little deviant." The boar sauntered over, looming over the dragon who was still engrossed in his tea.

"Did I stutter lizard? Get up, lets have us a show! You owe us a free pass after you swiped our merch," The boar grew agitated, his taunts eliciting no response. Grip tightening around his broadsword, raising it above his head, patience wearing thin.

"No," Breaking his silence and setting the empty cup down, the dragon adjusted himself in his seat, a claw dipping beneath his robes.

"Was just having my pre-show tea before you brutes kicked in the door and started spouting nonsense about-"

Down came the boar's blade, striking the cup and following through, splitting the table, sending splinters flying through the room before wedging itself into the stone beneath.

"I'm sorry little lizard, what was that about nonsense? You heard me, give back what you took."

Cackling with laughter, the husky moved towards the remains of the table, picking up the broken handle of the cup with his dagger, twirling it about.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you heard the boss pig! Hand over the bag, or I'll be sliding this baby into your- "Unable to finish his sentence due to the strike of a boar's backhand contacting with his face, launching the canine across the room into a table.

A deep sigh broke the silence that followed, as the bull only shook his head from the barstool, before turning back and reaching over the counter, pulling a bottle from the shelf.

"You just had to go and use that word runt, you know how the boss gets," escaped his lips before the bottle pressed to them, taking a swig of the brown murky liquid within.

Grunting at the bull's remark, the boar just shrugged and pulled his blade from the remains of the table, placing the mass of his free hand on the dragon's shoulder. Glancing at the unwarranted grip on his being, the dragon could only grin deviously.

"Thank you for completing the conduit," he remarked, words carrying a great energy as his claw pulled away from his robes, and quickly moved towards the boar's hand. Placing atop, reeling his digits back before sinking his nails into the thick leathery flesh, catching the brute by surprise. Reflexes kicked in and snapped the hand back to its owner's lips, biting down on the scratched appendage. Shaking himself and realizing why he had just bit his own hand, a burning sensation creeping up through his arm, working its way through his entirety.

"What the hell did you do to me," the boar bellowed, raising his sword once more to bear down upon the dragon.

"Returning what you asked for."

With the dragon's words, the sword dropped along with all the garments the boar wore. From beneath the fallen emerged the leader of the brutes, now only standing a few inches tall. Both hands clasping his head trying to shake the dizziness away, unaware of the current situation.

"You little bastard, I'll gut you for scratching me."

"Hey boss, you gots all smalls real fast..." The bull commented from between sips at his fifth bottle. Pausing with a look of queasiness, before letting loose a mighty belch, followed by a chuckle before returning to his alcoholic binge.

Before the bull's words sunk in, a claw descended upon the miniscule boar, wrapped around his bare form and bringing him to the dragon's face. Humid breath washed over the swine, as fangs glistened whilst the dragon spoke.

"I returned what you gave, a threat. Only difference is, mine are not so idle." Chuckling, letting his tongue slide out and press against the boars face. The taste almost causing the dragon to retch, an undesirable flavor clinging to his tongue.

"Bleh, do you ever wash pig?" A claw raking at his tongue, attempting to remove the fowl taste. Glancing around the tavern, a sight caught his attention. Hunched over and leaning against the wall, was the husky, still in a stupor.

Quickly making his way through the tables, the dragon rushed behind the husky. Laying a claw on the back of the canine's head, and pressing him into the break, the dragon leaned forward, whispering into his ear.

"Be a good little puppy, relax, and I'll be gentle."

Words hung in the air, the husky nodding with a smile, relaxing against the cool stone, hands now bracing himself up.

"Good, relax... enjoy..."

Chuckling, lowering his claw that held the writhing boar, while his other clasped at the husky's robes, pulling them up, revealing his bare canine backside. Tail raised and wagging, the fur unknowingly presenting himself to his former boss.

"What is wrong with you, when I get back to normal, I swear I'll-"

Words cut, his face being pressed against the tail hole nestled between those furred cheeks. A lewd shriek escaped the fur being violated, following with a lewd moan, body relaxing, allowing entry to the tiny passenger. More and more of the boar was eased, screams muffled by the muscles clenching his upper half. Releasing his grip and placing just a finger on the newfound toy's feet, the dragon eased the last of the swine into the fleshy prison. One finally push, and the muscled ring clasped around his digit, pulling back sealed the once mighty boss in his lowest underling's bowels, eliciting a lewd moan from the mesmerized husky.

Reaching back and setting a chair behind him, working to remove his trousers and cast aside the robe, Ei's grin only widened. Reaching a claw to the canine's neck, gripping it softly to pull the canine back atop his lap, bumping against that protruding length of draconic cock.

"Such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward," the dragon grunted, hefting the canine up and letting his pre-laden trip press against the sealed tail hole.

"Now, relax, and lean back..." The husky could only obey, still bound by the dragons mesmerizing words, pressing down against the probing member at his back door, giving it entry to his bowels. Easing into the rear, the draconic tip brushed against the feet of the boar nestled in the bowel's constriction, pushing him deeper.

That was all it took to awaken the boar from drifting off into unconsciousness. Walls slide past, the tight embrace rhythmically tugging him every deeper as the canine focused on the bigger prize the dragon presented. Cock nudging the swine even deeper into the bowels, leaving him to whatever fate the dog's body had for its passenger before sliding back out. Craving more of that sensation of being filled, the husky began to gyrate atop that throbbing length, eking out as much lubrication as possible from the path, leaving his passage slick with the draconic goo.

A loud belch echoed through the room, overpowering the moans the couple elicited.

"Fuck that little slut for his worth, only reason the boss kept 'em round!" Commented the bull, accruing a pile of bottles on the floor beneath him, soaked in the spill from his binge.

Glancing back, having completely forgotten of the third in the trio, the dragon casted a grin and nod towards the drunken bovine. Returning to the husky with a renewed sense of safety, hips raising off the chair to meet that furred rump, thrusting the canine upwards, bouncing him atop the dragon's throbbing manhood. The canine craved this, not because of the hypnotic persuasion that lingered, but because the burning sensation derived from his loins. That canine cock bobbed in tandem with the thrusts, juices leaking over his nethers and dripping down onto the dragon, creating a mixed puddle beneath their passionate rhythm.

Every thrust only worsened the conditions within the rear for the boar however. Muscles clenched and spasmed against his body, completely soaked in the draconic ooze pooling behind his feet, seeping over his form. Friction and lust causing the passage to grow ever more heated, the humidity mixed with the musk almost unbearable, eyes watering from the combination. Everything shifted with the wet squelch of the canine taking that cock to the hilt, tip tickling at the feet of the micro lodged deep in those bowels. Senses overwhelmed as the couple reached their peak, everything fading as a wave of white flooded past, encasing his miniature form and drowning him in their passion.

Roaring, signaling his climax as the dragon bucked upwards, kicking the chair back and hoisting his makeshift lover upwards. The entirety of his form shook, wave after wave of his milky passion erupted from his cock, the warmth traveling up the husky's body, edging him over. Both their bodies writhed in orgasmic bliss, lewd moans weighing heavily with every breath, sweat matting down the husky's fur, glistening on the dragon's scales.

"You were quite the appetizer runt, but I'm in the mood for a main course." Giving the husky no time to let those words sink in, the dragon hoisted the fur towards his maw. Parting it wide, a flash of fangs and flesh glistening with saliva shown briefly, before darkness enveloped the fur's vision. Lurching forward and taking the entirety of his head, muzzle pressing back against his slick, quivering passage, the dragon wasted no time in swallowing around the dazed canine. Raising him upwards and allowing gravity to ease passage, a wet gulp resonated from the scaled predator, a shapely bulge traveling down his smooth neck.

For the husky, there was no warning, no pause, his entirety was sinking down into the fleshy esophagus, belly grazing against the fangs as his head was wrapped in that rhythmic grip of throat muscles. Realization setting in, waking him from the lust clouded stupor as the acrid stench reached his nose. Arms stuck to his sides, legs flailing as best they could as his waist slipped over that draconic tongue. The musky taste of the husky's crotch elicited a moan from the dragon, the tight embrace gripping his body shuddered in the pleasured as he crept ever closer to his destination. This sensation tickling his tongue only hastened the prey's descent, eager to seal that flavor within his being.

A soft fleshy ring met with the canine muzzle, yawning open, eager to accept its next meal as the husky's head was deposited into the fleshy prison of the dragon's stomach. As more and more fell down atop him, body curving, stomach distending, bulging as it began to fill. Cradling his gut and bracing himself, the dragon took one final, might gulp, sending the rest of the canine spilling into his belly. Sagging down low with the last of the husky rushing in, before bouncing upwards almost comically, a large gust of wind escaping from the rebound.

Cheeks puffed, the dragon let out a huge belch, stomach tightening around its meal, squeezing around the husky's form, outlining him to the outside world. The writhing mass shown signs of the struggling within, indents of punching and kicking shown around the dragon's now enormous midsection. The sensation tickling at the husky only caused him to struggle more, throwing his weight around best he could within the confines of the stomach.

"Urp... maybe I should've kept him mesmerized a little longer..."

Stuttering belches between his words, falling back into a chair as his claws worked to settle down his gut, kneading the strained pudge.

Blow after blow, the canine struggled to assault the fleshy lining caressing his form. Swiping at the dragon's inner wall to no avail, as if kneading into rubber, only providing his captor pleasure while unable to rend his prison apart.

"BruuuUUuuurp" Thundered the belch, tufts of his meals fur passing along with the rancid air, eliciting a chuckle from the inebriated bull at the bar.

"Can't believe you can keep that little furball down, damned if he isn't a feisty one."

Blushing, completely forgetting of the 'audience', the dragon turned his attention towards the bovine. With his mid-section so enlarged and active, the draconian mage hefted himself up with great efforts, a claw cradling his bulbous gut.

"Well now, you're all that's left friend. How will this last act play out?"

Silence filled the bar, the last two remaining kept their eyes locked. The musty air grew ever thicker, warmer, as the tension stood at its peak.

The bull was the first to act, cheeks puffed, before throwing his head back with a thunderous roar of laughter. The dragon was struck with surprise, staggering backwards and almost losing his balance save for catching himself on a table.

"Now now, no need for that. I saw what you did to the boss and the runt. Truth is, it was getting boring hanging with them, and the gold was drying up."

Climbing to his feet with great effort, the intoxicated bull took a few steps toward the man who had devoured his partners, only to extend his arm, the thick palm exposed.

"Things with you could be fun, might be able to pick up some coins and tales worth sharing if I stick with ya"

As if dazed, the dragon shook his head, breaking free from his gut, a claw moved towards his brow, giving it a rub and cracking a smile.

"Never been one for having a whole traveling party, and I'll be truthful, you really threw me for a loop with the offer..."

Sentence ended abruptly, as another thunderous belch rolled up from his churning gut. More violent than the last, almost knocking the dragon off his very unstable feet. A bit of saliva glistened down his cheek briefly, eliciting a quick wipe from his cuffed wrist.

"You have yourself a deal, if you don't mind that most encounters may end up as this has."

Reaching out and taking the bull's invitation, the scaled predator shook hands with the last of the group who assaulted him over their... 'misplaced' merchandise. Both sported hefty guts, jiggling with the blusterous laugher of the duo over the predicament.

"Hows about we get out of here and find us a real place to settle down and talk about our new deal." Gesturing towards the door, as the bull draped an arm over the dragon, pulling him against his booze-matted fur.

"Oh, yeah... the names Bulk the Bull, bashing and bruising is what I do. If it needs a clobbering, give ol' Bulk a hollerin'. What do you go by?"

The dragon was caught off guard by the comment, shrugging against the form he was cradled against.

"I don' know..." His words hinted with the colloquialism that mimicked his newfound partners.

"Ei' Dunnoh huh, now that's a weird name. But hey, who am I to talk, I could have been called Girth or somethin' else close, ya know."

"No, that's.... yeah, you got it right." Cracking a coy smile, glancing upwards as a claw idly massaged the fleshy sac hanging from his midsection, the couple heading towards the door in a laughing fit. The only other sound that hang in the air, was that of the pair's assailants, and prior partners.