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A subtle smell flowed throughout the room, coming from three separate points- to the right, atop a computer desk, to the left, atop a dresser with a make-up stand atop it, and from back of the room, atop an end table overlooking a Queen-Sized bed. Each of these had a pink candle in a glass bowl, burning away. The scent was distinctly masculine, in particular, musky while not the kind to stain or linger too long, it still was l just as potent. These candles also laced the air with a subtle pheromone, bringing about a slight pink tinge to the room, inducing a simmered heat within any who breathed it in.

For Filmsy, this just meant it was all the more easier to sink into his thoughts. His tail lowered as he slid on his black miniskirt, before raising it back up. Giving a little hum as he then moved beside his bed, fishing under it for a moment to produce a sealed plastic crate- within, cloth baggies with various toys stashed inside.

"I'm feeling... a mix of Equine and knotted. Let's go with... you and you!"

He pulled up a brown colored bag, and a black colored bag, taking them to the right side of his room, opening up the door to his personal bathroom. He took the time to pull the two toys free, and then give them a wash with soap and water. First, the brown bag- it yielded a nine inch long Equine package, complete with a flared crowned tip, fleshy pink shaft, and light-brown package- taking after a deer, or a more traditional Equine. Polishing over its medial ring and running his scaled fingers over the toy yielded its subtle ravines and textures within, attempting to closely mimic the rough textures a real Equine could have. A few veins here or there, and a subtle lump to mimic a sheathe, complimented of course with hefty silicone balls. Shamefully though, it didn't quite sway or mimic a proper pair of orbs.

Setting it to the side after its wash to air dry a bit, he pulled out the knotted toy next- fumbling it for a moment before starting its wash. A long coned tipped with subtle veins all along the shaft, down to a false sheathe and orbs. Mimicking a Werewolf- it came about to a sizable 8 inches, complete with a nice knot, adding to its overall girth. It was definitely easier to handle than the Equine, given its more innate rigid stance, that, and it was fairly smoother with an easier entry- though, the knot made it a fun challenge.

With his two toys cleaned, he left them on the counter as he moved back into his room, collecting the rest of her lingerie wear. He already was wearing panties and a miniskirt, though, he quickly added on a pair of arm warmers, thigh-highs, and a loose shirt, with the left shoulder cut in a way that it hung low, albeit the shirt was designed cut in half, revealing his slender stomach. Black with green stripes was his overall theme- thigh highs and arm warmers matching, his panties being a dark green color, with his shirt and miniskirt being jet black. He took in a bit of the pheromone laced air, shivering as he brought his legs together, rubbing the silky fabrics in for a moment.

"Ah... right, I have a little bit before I do... that. Machines, machines machines..."

He had set out next to where his clothes were two sex machines, small, and already plugged in. He brought one about the front of the bed, and the other to the back, opening up their clamps for later use. He then laid down between the two, checking how each one lined up with him and made adjustments as needed. The perk of having some money to burn, was that you could have two custom-made machines! Pulling their respective remotes out, he thumbed over the controls, raising each one up in the air and lowering it, circling a little, then firing them up for a second or two, watching their arms pump back and forth with an electric hum.

"All in order... hoo, its been a little bit since i've done this- I don't exactly need lube, no... not doing anal tonight."

Rolling onto his back, he spread his legs up, bringing a hand underneath his skirt, fishing under his panties. He grazed against his slit's lips, flinching a little- sensitive. The fruits of his training and all, was that rather than sport a nice package like other Dragon's, his genital slit instead harbored a more feminine design, limiting his own length when stimulated. It was for all intensive purposes, a proper cunt, lips, slime, and all- just with a surprise inside, that, even if found, hardly made much of a difference.

Pressing his index and middle finger down on either side, he spread himself open, feeling a rush of warm air breathe into him, followed by the strain of silky fabric as it grinded itself up and somewhat into him, smearing itself in some slime. He rested there for a minute or two, before letting go, and tugging his panties off of his slit, before sitting up, and moving back to the bathroom, collecting his toys. He then went back to his bed, hooking up the Equine to the front machine, and the canine to the rear.

"Canine to ease in a bit better to start, while still giving a nice spitroast..."

Locking the clamps down, he moved a pillow underneath him, before laying down on his back, wings tightly curling in as he settled down. Spreading his legs open again, he nudged his panties to the side and slid forwards, probing the canine's tip against himself- giving a quiet little huff.

"...cold, for now..."

He then wiggled to be stretched out straight, swinging his head under the Equine before parting his jaw and unfurling his green tongue- extending it out to the crowned tip and pulling it down, guiding the machine's lock to angle straight a bit better, before deciding it settled enough. Giving a quick mental check over, he closed his eyes and thumbed the remotes.

With a click, both machines clicked on, starting off slow with small pushes. The knotted toy took off first- pushing its coned tip past the exposed scalie-clit and in- sending a little initial shock through the Dragon, before pulling back and repeating the slow, teasing motion. The Equine followed suit, pushing up against Filmsy's tongue and gliding along it for a few inches, before drawing back- muffling out the little breaths he made. He wiggled a little more against his pillow, finally settling in a relaxed-ish position, letting his mind wander, painting the scene it desired...

...The Werewolf's paw was brought under the Dragon's lower back, having him laid out onto a table as its Equine partner flopped his own hefty weight against Filmsy's chin, before sliding it in. The two starting off with a slow tease, easing themselves in against their catch. Wiggling back and forth, their prey all too easily caught and detained, perfect to take some time off and abuse as they saw fit. The Equine spoke first, giving a little chuckle.

"Ah say, it's like yah wanted to be a bitch! Hardly put up a fight- what a fuckin' slut."

"Now she's all ours, eh? I'm gonna knock this bitch up until she can't walk straight anymore..."

"Save some for me- a Dragoness is a rare thin', and I wouldn' mind showin' her what some plain folk can do for 'er."

"I can only promise to loosen her up for you. Mmh... she's a tight one..."

The Werewolf pushed forwards, testing the waters- sinking in a majority of his shaft, letting his knot bump up against Filmsy's slit, burying his perky tip right against the sensitive inner walls of the "Dragoness". He let off a low growl, pulling back just as slowly before pushing back in, earning a muffled moan under his partner.

"...mh, yeah... she definitely needs a stretch before she tries you on for size- take care of her throat, I want my bitch to only make noises, nothing else."

"Heh, with pleasha."

The Equine mimicked the push, though only sinked a few more inches in, seeing how much the Dragon could take without choking. Bobbing forwards an inch before bobbing back- Five inches, scrape along the whore's tongue, rub each nub back along it- six inches, withdraw back again, push in- seven, repeat, eight- though, with no delay, sinking straight to nine, hilting himself nicely within the warm embrace, bulging out the golden throat a small degree. He rested there, grinding his firm orbs against the Dragoness' nose, before pulling back, and pushing back in- beginning a slow, tantilizing face fuck, mashing his sack up against her face each time.

"You right, she is a tight one... her throat is like a glove-"

"A ripe bitch~"

"Eeyup!"

The two planted their hands down, letting the real fun begin. With a sudden choked grunt, Filmsy felt his throat bulge out suddenly, before having the studded texture pull back just 6 A DragonfilmsAndOCs Original as fast, scraping against his neck and tongue, drawing out its own pleasure coldy, before forcing its way back in- the hefty sack giving a little smack against his face. The Werewolf followed suit, though with a bit more speed- his eagerness showing as he forced his shaft down, withdrawing back just as fast in a rapid, yet rough series of thrusts. Quiet slapping noises sounding as the knot only ceased just when it grazed the Dragonness' slit, forcing its coned tip to hit her nerves each and every time it buried itself within her, sending small shockwaves through her lower body.

The Werewolf grabbed her legs, pulling them apart all the more, while the Equine took her hands and anchored them down to the table under his weight, beginning to pound into her throat with coarse thrusts, rending her own saliva against her face, uncaring for the mess. The Werewolf himself lolled his tongue out, gushing out her slit slime around his shaft and letting it gush out naturally onto her panties- far too lazy to draw it to the side any further, forcing a bit of the frilly edge into her with every push. All Filmsy could do was let out what noises she could, helpless under the onslaught.

The Werewolf sped up a little more, before slowing,pressing in hard, he was-

"ShRrLP!"

Filmsy's back arched, the Werewolf adapting to the new position just as fast- forcing himself down to his base within her before tugging his knot out just as quickly, dragging her along with it for a moment. He planted his leg down next to her hip, forcing his knot in once again- dragging in her panties with him, bringing a mixed sensation of erupting pleasure and pain. He was unceasing in his own primal desires, bobbing back and forth for a moment before withdrawing back, ramming up to his sack again- dragging in her panties again and again. The pain melted away to more sparking pleasure, welcoming in the forced change of texture. The Equine maintained his pace, simply lavishing in his partner's performance. The two withdrew all too suddenly, before taking the time to bring the Dragoness down further onto the table, laying her belly-flat onto it, and letting the Werewolf mount over her, while the Equine re-inserted himself into her maw.

The Equine was a bit faster now, and a lot more rough, the angle unforgiving for any kind of deep-throating, though, the subtle choke only made it easier for Filmsy to press up against the Werewolf's fur- letting him ravage her clit. The Werewolf was going full rough, entering a rut as he slapped against her, rocking her body back and forth as his knot cruelly pulled and popped within her, perked tip practically digging into her body and forcing out every nerve within her. She raised her rump up a little more, tail curling back as she felt herself get louder and louder.

"Mmhp, mm- mmmh, -hh..~"

Filmsy clenched around the pumping machine, squirting around it with slime- so much so, only reinforcing the constant ooze flowing from it, bringing an even sloppier series of noises. He fumbled, thumbing the remotes and making them pull free, stopping completely as he slumped down for a moment, coughing a little.

"G-god... I needed this... b-but, they aren't done yet. A-and neither am I. Dripping wit... with wolf seed, the horse still needs his mare."

Flipping around, he adjusted the Equine's machine to meet his slit, pressing in its crowned tip- actually moaning out when it dug in- allowing the spit to dry up some of the slime, bringing an emphasis to the nubs grinding against his insides. He then lowered the wolf's stand down, licking over its tip before pushing it into his mouth, swallowing down his own taste. Bitter, yet a little sweet with just a hint of a Dragoness' need...

"Muh turn now. Wewie, you did a good number on her Wolf."

"Mmh, and look at her, already cleaning up her alpha's dick."

"Don't worry girly- heh, you ain't felt nothin' yet."

The wolf remained steady, resting a paw against the Dragoness' horns, softly grabbing it but mostly just letting her work her tongue along his shaft, slurping up her own juices. The Equine gave her the mercy of a few seconds, before stepping forwards a little, and promptly shoving the whole nine inches within her, forcing her to suddenly grunt in a mix of pleasure and forced breath. The flared tip working its magic as it rammed against her "womb", the sheer weight and girth to thing made its nubs all the more highlighted, digging into her walls and pressing against all of her nerves. Complimented by her soft muscle gushing over his larger and rougher texture, it made every movement drawn out, each vein highlighting itself as the only reprieve from the textured onslaught. Pulling back, the Dragoness found herself planting her head into a puddle of her own slime, moaning dumbly into it.

A harsh smack, and his sack rammed against her slit and thighs, bludgeoning himself in again, ripping back and repeating the motion. The whore's toes curled up right away, her body 9 A DragonfilmsAndOCs Original going numb with pleasure as the roughness persisted, the textures sending rippling waves of pleasure through her- despite the growing mess on her glasses and face, she found it near impossible to muster out anything besides the noises of a needy bitch under her master.

The Equine knew it all too well, grabbing hold of her rump and picking up to his fastest pace, dragging out globs of slime with each movement, focusing only on drawing out his own pleasure, making sure his sheathe could be felt with every push forwards. He huffed, smacking away. Filmsy could only choke out whimpers;

"Please master don't fuuhhiking stop- by... gods... breed me like the little slut I am, I am yours to use as yuh want, I'm your little bitch Dragon-"

She clenched around him- a big mistake as that only emphasized every individual texture along his shaft, bringing her legs to literally spasm, egging out a near scream of pleasure in the relentless treatment, her slime trying to gush out once again in climax, though only on her master's pull, choking back a glob of the warm strands between him and her insides.

Filmsy grabbed at the remote he let go of, struggling to open his eyes as the machine whirred on- drooling on himself he managed to snag it, and barely managed to shut it off mid-thrust, letting it withdraw slowly, before popping him loose, making him quite literally fall onto his bed, gasping for air.

"Holy f-fuck... I really need to do this more often. Mhh... it... feels empty inside now."

He panted for a little bit, resting against his own stained sheets. His frills stuck out, hearing a sort of slow clap come from his doorway. Looking up, he blushed a deep green, seeing his roommate standing there, the green Vixen eyeing him up. She gave a little laugh seeing him covered in his own fluids.

"My! I should really come back early from my walks, it really makes for a good show- should've streamed it, could've made bank..."

She motions over to his desk, where she had setup a camera quietly while he was lost in his fantasy, giving a wolfish grin.

"...good thing I thought to do it for you. But now, you have a player two..."

"D... dragana-"

"Don't worry, i'll only break you a little more, it's not like you really need to walk or... think, for today anyways. Plus..."

She stepped fully into the room, before leaning down close to him.

"...You don't have much of a choice. Let me go get my strap-on, and I'll show you why I always am better than fantasy. Kay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes Mistress, i-i'm sorry."

"That's a good boy~"

The red light on the camera blinked, with his personal time over, they still had more to the show to see... When Dragana returned, she was adorned with a custom toy of her own, strapped to her crotch area- leaving her fully in the nude, letting her D-cupped, green-furred breasts hang loose, and her hand rubbing along a ten inch knotted member, with little bumps sprinkled along it, and a coned tip to compliment it.

"Let me indulge you myself..."

Fin.