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The Dragoness of Salsea Chapter 5: Bloody Dangers Sponsored by Dreixes By Draconicon

They left campus, but they didn't go far. Sarina followed behind Erna with some hesitation, hopping on one foot, then the other as she struggled to put her shoes back on. It was not worth walking barefoot everywhere, not when the pavement still showed signs of some of the poorer elements of the city. It was better than it was a decade or two ago, by all accounts, but there were still needles and broken class that lingered in the cracks.

The werewolf - Wolf, she reminded herself, so she didn't say it out loud - led her towards the cluster of shops that followed the road south from the school campus. They skipped an Indian restaurant, then one that seemed targeted towards the vegetarians of the school, before Erna finally pulled on the door to a sandwich shop.

"What are we doing here?" the dragoness asked, following her inside. "I thought -"

Her mouth snapped shut as she realized just what she'd walked into. The sandwich shop's seats were filled, to a one, by wolves, and each and every one turned to look at her when she walked in. She could feel the eyes of every predator staring at her, which was disconcerting enough, but -

Oh god...

Sarina's eyes widened behind her glasses as she realized that there was something else to them. It was something that was no more than a feeling, like something that was just under her ability to actually touch and feel, like a smell that one knew was in the air but couldn't quite catch with their nose. It was like a smell of moonlight or the sight of bloodlust, a synesthetic feeling that could not easily be put into words.

But she knew what it meant, somehow. She was surrounded by werewolves.

More to the point, she wasn't the only one being glared at. Erna received just as many as she did as they walked through the door and around the various booths towards the counter. The employee behind the register leveled a golden-eyed glare at Erna, nodding his head at the dragoness.

"Why'd you bring one of them here? Don't you know you're out?"

"I'm making it up to her. We need a private place to talk," Erna grunted.

"You don't belong here."

"I'm still one of you."

"No you fucking aren't. You're outcast. You're -"

"You trying to kick me out, asshole?"

The two werewolves were right at each other's throats. Throughout the whole thing, they'd both been leaning further and further over the counter until they were almost nose to nose with one another. The fact that their teeth were bared, that they were growling deeper and deeper in their throats, left no doubt in the dragoness's mind that blows were about to be exchanged.

She couldn't have that.

She couldn't lose the only source of information she had.

Without thinking, she walked up and grabbed Erna by the back of the neck, pulling back. She barely knew what she was doing, but it felt right, like she needed to get her werewolf to back down.

"Nnngh! Let me -"

"You said that you're working for me now? Then...then stop...stop!"

She had to force herself to say it a second time, considering how quiet she had been the first time. It was enough, barely, to be heard over the constant growling from the girl in her grip.

As Erna slumped back a bit, barely keeping herself on her feet as the scruff of her neck was used as an improvised collar, Sarina looked over the werewolf's shoulder at the clerk. She blushed, pushing her glasses up a bit.

"I...I'm sorry. She just led me here. We needed someplace private to talk and..."

"Dragoness." The werewolf bobbed his head ever so slightly, not quite a bit, but not quite a dismissal, either. "Demanding rights?"

"...Yes?"

"...Come."

He barked towards the back of the building, and some other wolf came out, one that looked like he was almost shrinking into his clothes in the process. Maybe he was shifting from his were form into is normal form or something like that.

Either way, it meant that something had happened. She didn't know what rights she was claiming, but if it gave her and Erna somewhere private to talk, then it was probably for the best.

They were led into the back room, and then into a door behind the meat fridge. The wolf held it open, nodding for her to step inside, and she did, Erna following behind.

As the door shut, her werewolf groaned, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Ow. The fuck was that for?"

"You two were gonna fight!"

"So?"

"That...is that normal for werewolves or something?"

"More or less. You don't fight your own pack, but you find another one? It's fair game."

"And that would have gotten us someplace to talk?"

"Yeah! Well, if I won...but I could have taken him."

Considering that the clerk had had almost a foot of height on Erna and had been more than twice as muscular, even outside of his were form, she rather doubted it. The fact that they were still here probably had more to do with the fact that she'd stopped the fight than because of anything else.

But would she be able to convince Erna of that? Probably not.

She sighed, leaning back against the far wall of the empty room.

"What is this place?" she asked, trying to find a new topic.

"This? It's a safe room. Or, well, near to one as the packs have. We usually toss the people that are about to turn in here, but it makes for a good hiding place for someone that's causing trouble, too."

"Then why did he ask if I was 'demanding rights'?"

"Ugh, do you seriously not know anything?"

Sarina shook her head.

"You really are a useless little...Fine. Dragons are the ones that bust up the problem people. They're the ones that make sure all the Other Folk fall in line, do what they're supposed to do, and make sure that stuff doesn't fall apart when they're not looking. So, they got rights that they can demand from the different Folk out here. You follow me?"

"So far."

"Right. So, one of the rights is a place to hide. Sanctuary, yeah?"

"Like a place to hole up when things are going south. When they can't protect themselves."

"Exactly. So, I was gonna ask for that for you and me, but because of that stupid law that got me kicked out..."

"You mean the law that punished you for raping me?"

"You are still bringing that up. Come on. I apologized. I'm working it off."

"You're not particularly regretful, though. Not like I heard you say anything that tells me that you're really sorry for doing it, just sorry for getting caught."

"..."

Sarina knew that this wasn't helping. She knew that bringing this up again and again was going to make things worse for her and Erna, and probably make it so that they could never really work together the way that they needed to, but damn it. She had been raped, and not once had this been addressed.

Hell, she had been doing more for the other woman to make this work than anything else.

"Just tell me, Erna. If you hadn't been kicked out, would you be doing anything for me right now?"

"...I don't know," the werewolf muttered, looking down. "I honestly don't."

"Well, at least you're honest."

The dragoness slumped down the wall, sitting down on her heels as she looked at the floor. Her glasses were sliding down, so she pushed them back up as she tried to think through the whole rotten situation.

It wasn't the worst thing that she had been in, she supposed. She had been given someone to help her, and someone that had to follow her orders, even if she was scared about giving them right at that point. Yet...she had proven that she could, going so far as to break up a fight that Erna was determined to have.

That meant that she could do something. Even if she had no idea what to do, she could do something.

"Anyway, I brought you here to explain a few things. Things that I don't want anyone else to hear."

"Yeah..." She took a deep breath. "You wanted to talk about Eurig."

She looked up just in time to see the slight shiver run up and down the other woman's spine. The wolf stopped it before it got worse, but it was still a sight to see, watching someone so strong actually look afraid.

"What's so scary about that dolphin vampire?"

"The fact that he's challenging everything, mostly." Erna shook her head. "He's one of the more dangerous vampires out there because he doesn't think that the rules entirely apply."

"What do you mean? Is he trying to expose things, or..."

"No, not quite. It's more...ugh. It's more like he thinks that he can up-end a number of traditions. There's a hierarchy for the Folk, you know? Places where we all fit, things that we do to make sure that nobody gets in each other's way, making sure that we all get a piece of the pie. That's what we've been doing all this time, and while some of us don't really like it, we go along with it to make sure that everyone gets something."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Eurig's pushing at the guys getting the biggest piece of the pie. The demons."

"...Demons? There's...there's demons?"

"There's everything else. Why wouldn't there be demons?"

And here I thought that would just be something metaphorical. Oh god, the fact that we'll have to fight our own demons and it won't even be metaphorical.

The dragoness could already imagine what a number of the ones that might come from her would be like. Little things like silence and depression, loneliness and worse.

Then again, there might be only the classical demons, the little imps and the red-skinned, black-horned things that were more typical. She kind of hoped for that, rather than the poetic sort of interpretation.

"Shouldn't vampires and demons be on the same side?"

"You'd think that, but the bloodsuckers seem to hate their guts. Something about the demons getting all the flavor out of the soul before the vampires can get it out of the body, and vice versa. There's something that they don't like about each other, but they've gotten along so far because they had to."

"And now?"

"Now, Eurig's messing with them. He's pushing to start taking bits and pieces of demon territory and operations, from what I heard."

"Is...that bad?"

"Not for him, but if he pushes it too hard, it might start a war."

"Oh no..."

"Oh, yeah. You push someone about what they need hard enough, they're going to push back eventually."

It wasn't a good sign, and not something that she was ready to hear. The fact that dragons were such a presence among the Folk, as Erna kept calling the supernatural people, was bad enough. The fact that she had responsibilities granted to her by her species that she couldn't even remember was hard enough to deal with, but she imagined that she could figure out a way to do that in time.

The fact that she had to go out there and stop a war, from what Erna was telling her, was something else again.

The other dragons had to know about this. Her 'uncle', the others...

There had to be something that could be done, something that didn't involve her.

"But why..."

"Eurig talked to you. He had to have something in mind. Something he wanted." Erna shook her head. "Did he talk to you about anything? Did he say what he wanted?"

"Just...just that he wanted to see what would happen with me running around. He wanted to see what sort of chaos might start, or something like that."

"That would be the vampire way. Always using patsies to get things done."

"Hey..."

Despite her protest, it wasn't like she could entirely argue it. She was being used, though whether it was by the vampire, the rest of the Folk, dragons...

Honestly, she didn't know what was going to happen. All she knew was that she was in a tangled web that was getting more and more tangled by the day, and there wasn't enough information for her to figure out how to get untangled without ripping everything that she'd figured out so far apart.

The dragoness slumped down even further, pulling her legs up to her chest, her head resting against her knees as she forced herself to resist the urge to bang her head against her legs. The fact that things had gone this far off the rails was more than humiliating. It was downright embarrassing, and completely terrifying.

To her surprise, Erna sat down beside her, and after a moment, the werewolf woman even rested her hand on the dragoness's shoulder. She winced slightly at the touch from someone that she didn't like, but managed to keep her cool.

"I don't know what to do."

"I don't either," Erna said. "But you gotta do something. If Eurig comes around again, you can't be alone."

"Well, I live alone."

"Not anymore."

She blinked, slowly turning.

"What?"

"You're not living alone anymore. I'm coming up there."

"But -"

"No buts. You're getting some help. You need someone to protect you, someone to keep all the bad stuff away. If you can't do it yet, then you need someone to stick around until you can."

The idea of her rapist moving in with her was not something that particularly encouraged her. The chance of the werewolf trying the same thing again was, logically, very small, but it was hard to think logically when she looked at the other woman and could only think of being pinned to the wall, of having her cock pulled out and...

Sarina took a deep breath.

Think about it smartly. Tobias will come around from time to time. He'll be able to make sure that you stay safe. And Erna won't try anything stupid when she's already being punished...

Unless the werewolf thought that she could get away with it.

She's not that dumb. She's thuggish, but she's not dumb. She's not going to risk getting hurt even more.

She hoped.

Sarina slowly took in a few more breaths, nodding to herself.

"Thank you," she said with a gratitude that she didn't entirely feel. "I'll...I'll see if I can get an air mattress or something. I'm sure there's a thrift shop somewhere that can get me one for cheap."

"I got one already. Just give me the address."

After a moment's hesitation, Sarina did just that.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. She went back to school, she did what she was supposed to do for her classes, and then she left again. It wasn't even required that she be on campus, really, but she wanted to keep up some semblance of a normal life, something that made her feel like she wasn't completely losing her mind with everything that was going on.

The only way that she could do that was to live a normal life, to fall back into the routine that she had been living for so many years. If she didn't do that, then she would start to think, and that wasn't something that she wanted to do right then.

Eventually, the day was over, and she rode the tram back up to her apartment. She shook her head as she got off the tram, looked around for anyone that was out of place. Nobody that she could see, so she went up to her home.

There was no Bat-Dog waiting for her this time, and she half-wondered if she'd been a guardian angel that she'd just imagined. That thought faded quickly, considering that he had introduced her to his sister by proxy, and the fact that she'd come so close to screwing that up, too.

The dragoness had had a very, very bad day, and she wasn't looking forward to the appearance of the werewolf later that night. She sighed as she walked through her apartment, leaving her shoes at the door as she made her way to the bedroom.

Flopping out on the bed, she laid with her head in the pillow, her glasses scrunching back against her face and almost getting crushed against her snout in the process.

Stupid...stupid...stuff...

She grumbled again and again about the Other Folk, about the people on the other side and how they had ruined her life. She had been doing just fine. She'd been...

She'd been living in a fog, she supposed. The more things changed, the more she questioned the world around her. The more that she was exposed to, the more she wondered what had been done to make her unaware of all this.

I'm a dragoness, she thought, slowly rolling over onto her back. I'm a dragoness, and I'm obviously supposed to know about all this. Why don't I know about any of it? Why don't...why am I so stupid?

She didn't know. There were too many gaps in her knowledge, too many things that didn't make sense.

Too many things that were being kept from her.

Ugh...

Sarina shook her head, sitting up. There was one thing that she could do before Erna got there, considering that she was going to lose all privacy before too much longer. If she was going to be sharing her apartment with someone else, she might as well use her privacy to get rid of her tension in one of the few reliable ways that she could.

She pulled her blouse off, tossing it to the side before reaching around her back to undo her bra. Her scales shimmered underneath, a bit warmer than she had thought she was, but it was better than being cold.

As she reached for the button for her skirt, she looked down at herself. Her belly was crimson, while all the scales outside of that were black, the crimson rising up and narrowing from her stomach up to the small of her throat, where it turned black. It left the inner part of the curves of her breasts red, and the outside black, with her nipples like little red bumps and disks in the middle of the darkness.

She wasn't hugely endowed, but she had enough to fill her hands and a little more. The dragoness reached up, cupping them slowly before letting them drop again. The feeling was as heavy as always, and she groaned as she felt the tug that came with them.

Mmmph...

There was something to the feeling of them bouncing that felt good to her. Something that felt a little...rough...

She didn't know if it was something that had been changed about her, something that had shifted since her 'encounter' with Erna, but there was a thing in the back of her head. Something that...

Well, she wasn't touching that.

She pulled her skirt, then her panties down, letting them rest along her ankles as she looked between her legs.

Fighting down the slight annoyance of seeing a cock rather than the pussy a dragoness should have, Sarina made her peace with the shaft that stuck out from between her legs. It wasn't entirely what she would choose to have, but...

She didn't hate it.

It wasn't entirely her, it wasn't something that she liked having, considering that it gave people like Erna something to abuse, and other people something to mock, but she didn't hate her anatomy the way that some others in her situation did. It was something that she had used in the past, something that she had even gotten off with, but tonight...

The dragoness couldn't even bring the thought of stroking herself to mind without seeing that scene in the alleyway again. She wasn't going to be doing that for a while, if ever, and there was another surge of anger at the werewolf for taking that bit of pleasure and comfort away from her.

But there was nothing she could do about that right now. Besides, she had other ways of giving herself satisfaction.

The dragoness leaned down, rooting around under the bed until she found what she was looking for. Soft silicone touched her fingers, and she wrapped her hands around it as she dragged it free.

It was a nice-sized dildo, one that was about eight inches long with a thicker base. Not quite a knot, but a series of ridges that led down to a thicker bottom, one that gradually expanded rather than developing as a sudden bulge and bulb. She stroked her fingers along the shaft a few times, blushing to herself.

It had been a while since she'd given her other end some exercise, but tonight felt like a good time to do it. A way to throw herself into it, to not think about anything else but just...riding. Something to remind herself of a more feminine side of herself instead of the thing that had been used as a dildo.

She bit her lip at the thought of that, using her tail to pull the bottle of lube under the bed out and into her hand. She spread a good handful of the stuff along the dildo, then slapped it down on the floor, grinding the suction cup into the floor until it stuck.

She brought her feet together on either side of the dildo, pressing her toes against the silicone, imagining it throbbing slightly. The idea of it getting so hard for her, despite her...differences...was a thought that left her blushing. The dragoness wished people would want her...that they'd want her and be this excited...

They do want you...Erna showed that.

The dragoness growled a bit, shaking her head and pushing it out of her mind, but it had already slipped into the back of her mind, already pushed that damage in there.

Or...was it damage?

There was something to it, maybe? The dragoness blushed as she worked her soles up and down the toy, sliming up her soles, spreading the lube in slippery strings between her toes. The werewolf had taken her, wanted her so bad that she'd broken all sorts of rules to have a dragoness under her, forgotten all the common sense and the danger involved to dominate a dragoness.

She had been wanted, if in a completely terrible sort of way.

And that...that actually made her feel...hot...twisted, but hot.

Sexy.

Horny.

She shivered as she moved from the bed to the floor, shifting her position so that she could cup her feet under the bulge at the bottom of the dildo, leaning back so that the shaft slid between her ass cheeks. The black and red dragoness shivered, rolling her hips back, grinding the shaft up and down, slicking up the space between the cheeks, occasionally 'kissing' her hole with the tip of the dildo.

They need me...they want me...I'm...I'm irresistible...

The idea of others losing control, of other males and females wanting her...

They stop thinking about what's right. They just want me...they need me...they can't imagine not having me...

It was rape when they came for her. It was rape what Erna had done.

But at the same time, as she imagined it, as she put herself in that situation again, thinking about them doing it to her all over again, of this dildo being replaced by a real cock that was about to rut her ass, of her cock being grabbed and used as a dildo again...

Whatever had tweaked her thoughts, it made the thought of being used as fuckmeat almost hot. It turned the rape into desire for her. It turned the non-consent into something that was...

She didn't understand. All that she knew was that it was hot now, and she was no longer loathing herself. She was loving herself, loving the horrible, dark attention that others would level on her, and almost feeling tempted to seek it out.

The dragoness gasped as she pushed back harder, feeling the dildo punch past her rim. It was so much bigger than she remembered, giving her much more of a stretch than she was ready for, but that didn't matter. She needed it.

She needed him.

Sarina started rolling her hips back, bouncing her ass up and down the dildo. The first few thrusts pulled the head out of her again and again, making a wet 'pop' sound as she fucked herself open, only for it to slide in far further after the first minute. She moaned as it went deep, hitting a prostate that reminded her of her own biological strangeness. Her cock throbbed, bouncing up, begging her for attention.

She looked down at it, imagining for a moment that Erna was there, that the werewolf would shove her back, would make her fuck herself on the dildo for the canine's own amusement, and then take that cock into her mouth, into her pussy...

Turn me from a roommate to a sex toy...a live-in sex toy...a dildo on legs...

The dragoness whimpered at that, trying not to find it sexy, but it only made her ride the dildo faster, her cock swinging up and down, a humiliating, pushy reminder of her lack of total femininity. Her pre flung out in ropes across the floor, her balls swung back to hit the dildo. She almost spanked herself with how hard she rode the fake cock, slapping her ass down to her feet as they pressed tightly against the base of the dildo.

Up and down, up and down she rode, each poke against her prostate making her whimper, each new little fantasy that this shift in thinking brought to her making her feel dirty, yet at the same time, freer than she had ever been.

Up, down, up, down, fuck, fuck, fuck. The dildo hit places that she had almost forgotten were there, made her feel more and more womanly, only for her throbbing, too-hard, too-horny cock to keep reminding her of what else was there.

She didn't hate it.

She didn't hate herself.

It was, instead, a humiliation that burned through her and hit naughty, twisted parts of her that she had never known had existed. It burned in her, filling her with a need to see what else could be found, what else could be done.

Something had come loose in her head, loose, unlocked, and the thing inside was pushing at the door to come free.

Up, down, up, down, savoring the slick sounds of the toy sliding inside over and over again, craving the feeling of that cock to pound into her properly. She grunted, she groaned, she moaned.

Up, down, up, down, her cock slapping her belly, her ass jiggling as she worked herself against the shaft beneath her. She imagined how the day might have gone if she hadn't stopped the fight, if the werewolves had instead turned on her instead of Erna, overwhelming her.

Suddenly, she craved a knot, craved the feeling of a hot dog cock working its way into her ass, forcing her down, taking out all the aggression that it had for dragon-kind on her instead of holding it back. Feeling it popping into her ass, stretching her rim out beyond anything that she should be able to take, feeling the hate pouring out as bliss replaced it -

"MMMPH!"

It pushed her over the edge, and she came, hard, spurting her seed all over the floor. Her ass clamped down on the toy, almost feeling like it was trying to pull it into her, and she had to lean back, one hand on the floor to support her and the other groping one of her breasts, squeezing it.

Spurt, spurt, spurt went her seed, splattering against the floor, leaving ropes of thick white against the silvery, clear spurts of pre-cum that had already decorated it. The smell...

She blushed at the smell, how it was more masculine than feminine, how it was another reminder of how she was different from real girls. Again, she didn't hate it - somehow, she wondered if she could hate it - but it was enough to pull her down from the utter heights.

Sliding off the dildo, she wobbled back and forth. Accidentally stepping in some of the pools - and finding it rather erotic to feel the messy stuff against her feet - she stumbled toward the bathroom, grabbing a couple of washcloths and a bowl to soak them in.

It wasn't until she was halfway back to the bedroom that she realized that she was still hard, her cock still begging for more...

And realized that she was still not quite satisfied.

It felt impossible, considering how hard she'd cum right then and there, but as soon as she realized that her cock was still hard, she felt the urge to sit on that dildo again, to grab her cock and milk it as hard as she possibly could. For that matter, she didn't even feel that strange winded feeling that she usually did after her self-pleasure sessions.

It was like her stamina had gone through the roof, as if it had been increased by an exponential amount.

What the hell? she thought, going down to her knees to clean the mess up. Why the heck am I still so...so...

She blushed as she felt her cock twitch as she looked at the dildo again, how her hole clenched down. There were ways that she could feed that hunger, she supposed. There were things that she might be able to do...

Or maybe...

The thought of Erna using her like in the fantasy popped into her mind, only to be hurriedly banished away. No. That was taking the fantasy too far. That would give the werewolf all the wrong ideas.

She was supposed to be good. She needed to keep that in her head. Just because she had some fantasies of being...used rough...didn't mean that she needed to make that real.

Right?

The End