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The Last Train

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

For Razak

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Merry Christmas!

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The train rattled down the tracks, carriages seeming to swing and sway, even though the tracks limited the range of motion that they could have as they rounded turns in the London Underground tube line. It was not the most comfortable place to sit at the best of times and even less comfortable at rush hour when one had to stand. However, on the late trains, other people had dispersed, one by one (sometimes two by two) to their respective stations, disembarking or jaunting off to other lines, all caught up in the grind of finding their way home after what one hoped was an enjoyable night.

Only...two furs on one particular line did not quite seem as eager as others to get off, relaxing into the seats the best they could, although the canine of the pair squirmed in place. Hunching forward, the African Wild Dog wriggled and tried to fold into himself, Soren trying to make himself seem as small and insignificant as possible, even though he was a dog who looked after his physical appearance too to some extent, his coat drawing taut over muscle. It looked like he'd bundled up a little too much for the chill of London on a winter's night, though one could have forgiven him for going overboard on that matter, black ears flicking one way and then the other, catching every little sound. His attire was a far cry from the scantily clad femfurs, of course, that were more often found catching the late train.

His partner there, however, was an entirely different fur altogether, dwarfing him to a comedic level as he hid in her shadow, the dragoness, Amethyst, licking her lips as she clearly enjoyed his predicament. What predicament that was, specifically, still remained to be seen but something was going on there as she relaxed, unzipping her coat to reveal a lighter jacket underneath, though she did not feel the cold so much with her green scales over the fur of a dog that was better-suited to a warmer climate.

Soren grunted, whimpering, and tried to tuck himself into her shadow, though he'd already earned himself a few looks from others in the carriage, gazes slanting curiously across him as if they knew that something, just something, had to be up with him. But it was too much, simply too much, and he couldn't sit still, wriggling and shifting his weight constantly from one butt-cheek to the other, for all the good it did him. Whereas she languished in the epitome of comfort, besides her horns knocking back against the train window, he was small and hunched down, broken and beaten, with his heart pounding in the most fervently delightful of ways.

And she knew it too - oh, she did. Her lips twisted as she hid her smirk, playing out the moment into a stretch that had him groaning, tongue lolling out as he twisted. Oh... Oh, she knew, she really did know. She used it all to her advantage too, stretching out a wing to cup behind his back, not even allowing him the brief, however tentative, luxury of being separate from her, if only for a moment. He didn't want to shiver away from her but that little bit of distance, the gap between the seats where her thickly muscled thighs did not spill over, bare to the scales in a skirt that was only made shorter by her size, had been the only thing holding him together.

Clenching his jaws shut as a dove eyed him from across the carriage, hastily exiting as soon as her stop came up in a flutter of feathers, he tried not to moan. It was a good thing that, by that point, their carriage was empty as he failed dismally. The vibrations tingled through him, emanating from the toy crammed up under his tail, hidden to outsiders but, oh... Oh, it was so very noticeable to him, trying to lift from the seat even as a needier part of his body and psyche begged him to simply bear down into it, to let the pleasure carry him up and away. Yet with other things that his mistress had locked onto him at that time, it would be unfulfilling, the kind of climax that tapered out, simpered down, left him wanting it all even more than he had in the first place.

Amethyst grinned.

"What's got your tail in a twist?" She smirked, leaning back in her seat, although she seemed far too large for it as she perched there, though comfortably. "You look...hm..."

Pondering, the dragoness stroked her chin, fingering the line of her jaw lightly. The African Wild Dog squirmed, pressing his thighs together, resolutely looking down.

"Oh, that's it!"

Smirking, she slung her arm around the much smaller fur and drew him in against her, snout squished into her breasts, rolling forth proud and heaving with chortling breath. There was no shame in how she conducted herself, showing off what she had to offer - though an offer, of course, did not mean that anyone was entitled to it. With wickedness dancing darkly in her eyes, she tapped his nose in a way that would have been cute, if not for the remote control tucked safely away in the palm of her paw.

"The vibrations are cranking up now," she teased, sliding the dial on the remote as he squirmed and yipped in place, flushing heavily. "You can feel it... Your dick swelling, trying to get release. But that little cage is too tight for you, isn't it, my little puppy? You didn't need a very big cage to lock that tiny dick of yours up either... I'm surprised it can even get tight with what you're packing there!"

She laughed and, though the humiliation should have washed over him in a bad way, it only made it all the more obvious just how the flesh of his cock teased up to that cage, pressed into the metal bars, begging release that was not his to glean. Yet it was something that his body wanted, all the same, panting and whimpering, giving himself over to the sensation of complete and utter helplessness, a little toy to be used and abused just as she pleased, always as she pleased.

She could have patted him on the head, but she did not. She could have told him that she'd let him get off soon, but she did not. That would have been a lie. And Amethyst did not do lies, darling.

Yet her little doggie had something for her and, well, only so much teasing could be done with a butt plug, as delightful as it had been to switch it on and off (changing the vibration cycles too as she pleased) during the show that they'd been watching. It had made the slow parts of the performances and the interval especially far more entertaining than they would have otherwise have been, enjoying his squirms, how he shifted and ground, trying to rock his hips, yet all the while trying to remain unnoticed and undetected at the best of times.

Cruel... Oh, yes, she'd been called that in the past but she was even crueller than normal as she pressed the back of her paw carelessly down into his cock through his jeans, grinding and teasing. The poor little pup could not help but anxiously try to hump up against her paw like the little slut that he was, ears flattening submissively to his head. The different colours in his coat splashed down until they were hidden by his clothing, tan and white and black all coming together in a cacophony of shading that was so inherently Soren that, truly, she could never have mistaken him for anyone else. Though that was when he was in his fur alone, bare and naked, as she did so tend to lose the little pup from time to time in crowds...

Maybe the remote control butt plug would be helpful with that too? Grinning, she squeezed his shaft, feeling the outline of the cage, her tail locking around his ankle as if she thought that he was about to squirm away, say it was too much, that he couldn't take it anymore. Until his safe word came from his lips, however, anything and everything was fair game, pushing the limits of lust and love more and more every day.

"Easy..."

Yet she didn't want him to be easy, to go easy, to have any sort of easy about him - Amethyst just wanted her dog to be as he was. And that was a good thing, something that was easily done yet difficult to maintain, panting and whining and pressing up into her side as if she was the only stable thing left in the world. The dragon was his rock, his anchor in reality, and Soren barely managed to stifle a howl as his back arched, tenaciously balanced on the peak of a precarious orgasm that he still knew would be nothing like the one that he truly needed.

But she was about to change all of that.

"Strip down."

He blinked at her, lower jaw dropping.

"W-what?" Soren worked his jaw as if he could not quite get the words out, although his mind had already ground to a halt. "I... I can't! Not here! Please... Mistress!"

Yet no amount of begging, even that little volume, was going to get him out of what she craved for him, eyes twinkling as she tipped forward, tongue flickering out curiously to tickle his nose.

"You will..." Her eyes blazed, burning with an inner fire. "There's only one choice for you here, pup, so choose the right one."

That didn't make sense, nothing made sense, panting and groaning, rolling his head back, chin tipped up submissively to expose his bare throat, pulse pounding beneath the fur. Soren could not, would not, and yet still did, standing shakily as her tail locked him in close to her, moving as if in a dream, the train carriage shaking and rocking around him. It was hardly a stable platform to stand on, let alone change or strip off on, yet it was what he had to work with, averting his eyes studiously from his shaky reflection in the dark window.

"What if someone at a station sees?" He whimpered, although his paws still moved to obey. "The other carriages..."

"It's late," Amethyst breathed. "No one is here. No one but you and me, pup. And you're going to listen to me."

That was never in question, breaking him down and down and down into nothing, a shell of the dog he'd once been, his ancestors proud and wild. One layer after the other hit the floor - the dragoness was not in the mood to allow him time to fold and set things aside neatly - coat and sweatshirt, T-shirt taut over muscle, his chest large and full in the right way. It still did not make him larger as an anthro, even though he could more than hold his own in the gym or a tussle, but she wanted more, letting him reveal his chest drawing his T-shirt up and over his head. It was a brand name shirt but it looked better than ever on the floor of the carriage, image shivering into jolting oblivion.

"There now..."

Closing his eyes, he panted, toying with his belt. And yet that too had to be removed, had to slip down, metal sliding over leather, slipping out. His jeans didn't need much inclination to drop down, though it was her tail that slipped into his underwear, tugging down the snug briefs to reveal the treat that she had wanted out in public and in the open from the very beginning.

"Isn't that better?"

No... No, it wasn't better. It was better and it was worse, which was something else entirely, Soren wanted to tell her, the dragoness using her tail to toy with his caged cock, rolling and jostling it lightly. The cage extended in a series of metal rings down to the base of his cock where another ring encased his balls, keeping them neatly separate to his shaft and forcing them down with a very light stretcher. The ball stretcher itself was both there for comfort and appearances, the leather pulling his balls down further while also protecting the neck of his sack from the hard, unyielding metal. It was a small respite from a big dispute.

"Relax..."

No, no, no... No, it was impossible to relax, even as his lips formed the word 'yes', wanting it all, wanting it all the more. Her paw stroked and teased, playing over the bars of the cage, which cage the impression that he could be freed easily, even if that was not the case.

Soren was locked up until his mistress said otherwise.

The butt plug vibrated, pulsing within his backdoor entrance, Amethyst turning about, her tail lifting as her trousers slid down only enough to cover what she needed. That she was facing the windows of the train was hardly any bother to her as the harsh lighting glanced off her scales. It may not have been the most flattering but Soren still growled as the curve of her arse was revealed, muscled with just the right amount of flesh over the top to soften it, yet her body was all about function and form over any manner of lighter, more feminine beauty.

She made her own style and sense of shape, after all.

"Come on, pup..." She crooned, flicking the fluffy tip of her tail up under his jaw. "I think you can pay me back for a little fun. After all, I've been so good to you lately... Maybe even too good."

Soren wasn't so sure that he agreed with it, the African Wild dog's hips rising, thrusting, panting heavily even as she backed up right onto his muzzle. She needed it as much as he did but there was a control in her paw that he could not embody. That was not his place - not with his cock locked up and his prostate stimulated so wonderfully, even if she kept on cutting off the vibrations just at the point where he was going to tip over the edge.

If he leaned into her, thought only of pleasing her, the slit and fold of her pussy calling him in...maybe he could focus hard enough on her. He moaned into her sex, his nose pressing into her soft warmth, so familiar to him and yet something that he longed for each and every day. Sometimes she was good to him, his dragon mistress, and sometimes he longed for her, kept denied and needy while she masturbated in front of him. There were different nuances to pleasure, after all, but even he needed something more from time to time, panting with need, his long, flexible tongue scooping up inside her.

The dragoness groaned.

"Yes... Deeper."

A command. That, he could follow. That made things easy for him, his tongue pulling out only to swirl around her clit, tugging at it, the nub plump and full, swelling as she ground back at him. His tongue plunged back into her, savouring her tart sweetness, her juices flowing forth, glistening on her pussy lips, even while the train bumped and rattled along, jostling the two of them. They didn't notice, of course, too wrapped up in their pleasure to care.

Hissing, the dragoness rolled back onto his muzzle, her tail wound around a pole for support, though it had the effect of making things look even kinkier, as if the train carriage had turned into something cruder than what it was. The canine growled into her pussy, moaning against her, his tongue slurping and lapping deep, seeking out her G-spot, though that was more difficult than usual with the carriage moving constantly. But that was okay: that meant that they had not yet pulled in to a station, that there was no one to come by to disturb them.

And that was just the way they wanted it.

"Good, pup..."

He groaned, eyes closed, enveloped in her scent, washing over him. She had no fur and the aroma of her sex lured him in even though it was not the more aromatic musk of his species. Soren grunted, trailing his tongue around her pussy, letting the strong appendage pull lightly at her folds, spreading them just a little, enough for his tongue to do its best work. Her juices flowed strongly, freely, and he lapped them up as soon as they poured forth, drooling thickly from her sex as if she had already been filled with a load of cum.

The canine shuddered. He couldn't remember the last time his cock had been inside her, let alone been allowed to properly orgasm. That sort of thing just wasn't for pups like him. And he was a good boy.

His cock throbbed against the cage and he whined into her sex, delving deeper, moaning and slurping as he tried to lap her clit and slide his tongue into her at the same time. It was hard to decide what to do when there was so much going on all at once, head spinning with desire, ears sliding back submissively. Soren whimpered, nuzzling and lapping, his muzzle steadily soaked with her juices, though there was nothing that he would have done to change that even as he was marked, yet again, as hers.

"So needy..."

She teased and taunted him, leaning back, forcing his head against the window, trapped where he was. Thus, he could barely even squirm as she ramped up the vibrations under his tail again, the appendage trapped against the train seats, whimpering and groaning as his cock drooled and drooled. There was to be no orgasm for him, not even one that would only come with a tease of being milked and a lack of true pleasure, despite the trembling pulses that had him grunting, believing himself to be on the edge. Soren gulped, swallowing down her juices, his world narrowing to that of her pussy, so caught up that there was no way for him to come out of it - not when he was right where he wanted to be.

The dragoness moaned, rolling her head from side to side, though the release in tension only came from the muscles that had stiffened up on either side of her neck. So close, so very close. The remote in her paw tucked back into her palm, letting the butt plug cycle deliciously, bringing her pet-toy to the prophesied edge over and over again. Yet it was only Amethyst's high that was of any concern, moaning and throwing her head back, letting passion rule as that deviously delightful tongue flickered rapidly over her clit.

Her roar blasted through the train carriage, only a little muted and subdued, as if she was daring the others in there to come challenge her, to see her there in all her glory. She ground back fervently on his muzzle, taking every last drop of pleasure from him as the jostle of the carriage jolted her back onto him, muffling his cries as his poor, swollen cock pressed anxiously against the bars of his chastity device. Oh, the poor thing: it actually thought that it could be freed! Well, he would see soon enough that that was simply not something that a pup could do, oh no...

She shook off the haziness, her pup not seeing the smirk on her lips, standing smoothly, showing off the curve of her arse with her tail swinging with a curl over his head.

"Mmm... Well, that's a good start, pup. But I think you've got more in you than that."

He'd have to do more, give more, even as she slid into his lap, a smirk on her lips. Soren panted breathlessly, though did not dare to even bring his arms up as she had not told him that he could. He sat there as still as he could, groaning minutely in the back of his throat, letting her sit in his lap, her soaked pussy grinding over the cock-cage as his prostate ached on the line between pleasure and pain. Sometimes it was good to cross that line but his sexy mistress always seemed to know just how to hold him on that edge, as tentative and frail as it could be at times.

"Poor pup," she murmured, slinking her arms around his neck as if they were merely lovers coming back after a night out, not something more than even that. "You want it so bad, don't you? If you were _really_a big, strong wild dog, maybe you could get off. But you're not, are you? Just my sweet...not so innocent pet."

Soren whimpered, shivering in place. It was all he could do not to thrust and keep thrusting, imagining that he could spear into her over and over again. His need ran rampant but there was nothing that could be done to satisfy it without doing the deed, head spinning, his grasp on normal reality slipping.

But there was another kind of reality for him that could be all the more alluring. He groaned softly, sinking down and down and down. He didn't need to think, only needed to be, only needed to obey. He only needed to do one thing and that was whatever it was that she wanted of him, whining softly, eyes submissively downcast.

Amethyst smiled.

He was there. And she loved him all the more for how quickly he submitted, giving in entirely to her will despite everything that he could have done to take back control for himself. It was sweet to see him like that, her fingers trailing around his jaw, clamping his mouth shut, a giggle on her lips that was not girlish in the slightest but something darker and more insidious still. But all in a way that would have his heart pounding more vehemently than ever in no time at all.

"Take it, pup," she hissed. "You know you want it. But this isn't for you. Just the tease, yes... You'll want to fuck me even more than usual, thinking of nothing but me. Even if I let you get off, I'd be the only thing in your mind. This is all it should ever be."

Soren whimpered.

Yes... Yes, that was right. He knew she was right. Yet the dog didn't know or could not have said from where she produced the cock sheath, withdrawing it from the bag that he had carried most of the night for her, smirking as she wiggled it down over his chastity cage. It was not quite big enough but his pre-cum eased the path of the silicone over the device, securing and sealing his cock away as if it absolutely did not need to be used ever again.

He shuddered. Did he even need to do anything with his dick when she was the one that controlled him so completely and utterly? She could have any cock she wanted and not think twice about it, yet it was him that she chose to play with, to toy with. For that, he was honoured.

The canine grunted. He'd do anything for her. He only had to submit and then his mistress would take care of him. He was sure of it.

"Yesss..."

She hissed, rolling her hips into his lap, though he barely felt any sensation at all as she ground down on him. She took his cock into her snatch but he didn't feel it, only the warmth of the silicone as it heated up to the feel of his body. The wild dog panted heavily, tongue lolling out, but he didn't budge, waiting on her, his body merely there for her pleasure. Amethyst smirked, dropping a surprisingly tender kiss on the side of his muzzle.

"This'll have to be a quickie, pup... We can't be caught here."

It had not been much of a "quickie" so far but he still only could not obediently as she growled and squeezed down on his shaft, moaning softly, letting a lighter side come through with her control full secured. She had her pup right where she wanted him, rocking and grinding down onto his cock, controlling every last little thing to her liking. Perhaps it was too much but it was just as a mistress was apt to take it. She groaned, lips tugging up in a smile. She could have him work off his own independence another time. That time, however, was just for her.

Her sex clenched and pulsed lightly around the faux cock inside her as if she was trying to pull it deeper, though she could not keep that pressure up forever, imagining that she was giving him the tiniest bit of stimulation through the chastity device. Yet the stimulation for her pup came from what he saw of her, the rise of her breasts through her jacket, how she rolled her hips, remembering with a twitch of his ears how that had felt before.

Soren groaned. He wondered if he'd ever get to feel that again. Oddly enough, never getting to sink his cock into the tight heat of her pussy was not as unappealing as it should have been. On the contrary, the notion of being so denied had him panting more readily than ever, grunting and whining, twisting his head back and forth, his hips working, pushing on, need coursing up from a deep place within that he had to stifle.

Or not. His mistress did that well enough for him.

He didn't need to get off, not unless that was something that his mistress wanted too. He knew that, deep in his heart and soul. Her pussy rose and fell on the cock sheath, using his dick and the cock-cage as merely a base on which to fuck, the sheath shaped, ever so vaguely, like a canine cock that was thicker than his.

"Yes, pup."

He shuddered delightedly. It was as if she knew, always, what he was thinking, what he wanted to do before he'd even done it.

"Yes..." She groaned, tipping his muzzle up ever so slightly, making him look her in the eyes. "This is what I need... And a little cock like yours will never be enough to please me. You should have already known that, really, if you ever thought you were going to have a dick to fill me."

He whined, eyes wide and plaintively, skin prickling with too much sensation. Did she really mean that? Did she know what he thought, what he wanted, even then? The dragoness' grin told that tale.

"Look at you... How pathetic... That I need to get a fake cock to stick over yours to get off. Even your tongue can't do that job well enough."

Soren shivered but he knew it was true, some sordid part of him wanting it to be true against all else. He was too small for her, insignificant, just a submissive puppy who tried his very best to please her time after time again. It was all he could do, whimpering as she kissed him deeply, her tongue winding around his, sweeping along the full length of it, dominating every last part of his mouth even in a moment that, otherwise, could have been tender.

Amethyst groaned into his muzzle, claiming and dominating him as he grunted thickly in turn. She had him right where she wanted him as she ramped up the vibrations, forcing him to a fever-pitch of need, almost as if she was going to do more than milk his cock. For what oozed from him was not merely pre-cum but the slop of seed that gave no pleasure, tension rising, skin taut as if it was strained, blood pumping up his cock to the extent (and even a little beyond that) that the cage allowed. He strained and fought to get fully hard but there was no hope in it for him as his mistress kissed him passionately, holding his muzzle in place, the weight of her hips forcing him down into the seat again and again.

Her orgasm loomed, yet it was not one that he would sense the bliss of, beyond the moans sliding into his muzzle. He needed it so much and yet it was still very much not for him to take, only to submit to. The tiniest rocks and lines of tension in her body told a tale of what was coming but her pup could not do anything about it but stay right where she wanted him, his body up for her perusal.

Amethyst moaned, leaning into him, supporting her weight on his chest, tail swung out behind for balance - but she was already in the grips of climax. It was all there for her to take, every last bit of it, pussy squeezing and erratically massaging that length of faux cock, the sheath through which she swore she could still feel the cage. Cruelly, she turned down the vibrator as he whimpered, breath mixing with hers within their muzzles, letting her pleasure rise while his decreased, throb by throb, breath by breath.

The dragoness' pulsed up thick and full, however, twisting around her, dragging her down into him, groaning softly, sharing pleasure, lust tangled in the heat of the moment. The announcement system of the train rang out overhead, though that was something that took more effort to decipher than even either of them had the energy for in that moment, not listening, only taking leave of each other. She rolled her hips sensually forward, taking the full length of that silicone shaft deep inside, fitting her perfectly - more perfectly than just his cock alone ever could have, regardless of what her pup was doing with it.

Sliding off him just in time, on shaky legs, for them to disembark and cover themselves up again, the carriage doors opened to reveal other furs getting on, weary-eyed and lumbering s if they had been out for hours on end themselves. They may have twitched their noses at the strange, lingering scents in the carriage but Amethyst and Soren were quick to make their exit, chuckling out into the cool of the frosty night air, even though the vibrating butt plug trembled away under the African Wild dog's tail.

It would stay right where it was, of course, until she was done with him.

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"There now, pup... Isn't that better?"

Soren groaned. No, no... It wasn't better but it wasn't worse either, for he didn't think that anything that his mistress did to him could ever truly be considered worse. What was punishment for many was pleasure and welcomed by him, standing bent over a narrow spanking bench with sores raised across his buttocks. He was lucky for the fur that was there to protect him, for the strokes of the cane, at the very least, were allowed some protection and cushioning, though it was meagre at best.

The spanking bench was narrow, something that he had to hold onto, though it was a good thing that the bench itself was locked down and bolted into the floor of their large bedroom. His arms hung over it as he flailed and fumbled for somewhere to put them, blushing furiously, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Ohhh..."

"What's the matter, pup? Still needy?"

Of course, he was. With his cock caged there was nothing at all but true release that could detract from his need, bring him down to some kind of level where he could think clearly and freely again. He groaned, tongue hanging out, though could not suck in the breath needed to ease the tightness in his lungs, his tail flagged up for her attention, exposing his buttocks to the dragoness wielding a flogging whip despite wanting a break and a rest from the particularly loving abuse.

It was a good thing and a bad thing all at once as she donned a strap-on, naked but for the harness, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. He should have been surprised that her juices were dripping down her legs but he'd seen it more than enough to know how turned on beating him made her, aching to squirm his tongue into her pussy all over again. She needed it and so did he, but he'd have her tail wrapped around his neck, choking him lovingly, while he dragged his tongue around her clit to her ultimate high and pleasure any day.

Soren shivered. Dreams, however, could become a reality. That night, however, for her grand finale, the strap-on beckoned: a thick length of shaft that was designed for penetrating power. The tip was slightly narrower but not by much, ensuring that he could be eased open without sacrificing any of the girth. The thickness was key as she lubed it up well in his line of sight, moaning out loud as if stroking it was actually giving her pleasure, tongue lashing along the outside of her jaw.

"Pup... This is going to break you. Why, I think it's the largest cock that I've ever shoved into you."

It was a monster indeed, setting off her green scales with light blue silicone, though it was good quality. He'd clean it off with his tongue afterwards, all fifteen inches of it - that was, of course, if the dominant dragoness could manage to wedge every last promised inch up under his tail, spearing him full. Soren was fortunate as it was that she had been kind enough to use so much lube.

She didn't warn him, wearing only a smirk as she teased the tip into him, letting him jump at the brush of cold silicone before she actually put her weight behind the push. Neither did Amethyst have to be rough to get her point across, forcing a ragged howl from the dog's lips as his tail wagged. His backdoor entrance was already nice and stretched from the plug that he had worn for more than most of the day, allowing her inside, though she still had to grunt and push and coax him open more and more as his pucker stretched.

"Mmmph... Pup, I think you've been holding out on me. Maybe I'll have to get you a bigger toy with a nice, thick knot from the sex toy shop next time. Or you should buy it for me as a treat... That's the kind of gift I want from you, pet."

Soren moaned, shivering where he was, though the trembles were not borne from cold. He groaned out loud and tried to rock his hips, torn between thrusting back and pushing away, trying to relieve the pressure inside - though that in itself was something that he could only glean from the high of release itself. And that was not to come for him, not for him, as his cock drooled a thin stream of pre-cum, marking the cage, drooling to the floor. There was no true pleasure behind it, only an increase of need, a desire for more, always more, mindless with lust as he cried out for his mistress again and again.

"Huff..." She grunted, pushing in, gripping his hips, more than half inside as she rocked her hips, getting up to a pace that eased a little more inside him with every stroke. "So tight, pup... We'll get you loosened up in no time at all. Got a set of...unnff...nice, thick plugs on order for you. You'll be begging to cum in no time."

Soren whined. He'd thought that he'd been begging for it before, on his knees, kissing her cunny, whimpering for her so sweetly. Yet maybe that had not been quite what she'd wanted, her moans rising, thrumming forth, twisting into one another as he had pressed in closer. Maybe he should have asked her what she'd wanted, something that would have, at the very least, led him down the right path, breath warming her scales until she cried out repeatedly in carnal bliss.

Yet there he was, a broken pup quite happy where he was, her strap-on cock pushing deeper and deeper into him, stretching out his backdoor entrance more and more. There seemed to be no end to it as she built up her strokes, powering into him, roiling snarls and hissing flush from her muzzle as she slammed in with a couple of more savage strokes.

"Ah!"

"Quiet!"

She'd gag him if he did not behave and yet part of the fun of punishment (or "funishment") was setting one up to fail, her fingers closing around his muzzle, but only halfway. It was a warning and not something that would help quiet him in the slightest, grunting and groaning, eyes half-closed as broken strains of pleasure rocked through him. He could barely breathe and yet his tail was still wagging, flicking up fluffily against her scaled stomach, her tail lashing the air, grinding in deeply with every ounce of strength she had in her glutes and thighs.

She wasn't going to stop either, not entirely he had well and truly been debase, his tongue even playing out helplessly against her paw, as if lapping her pathetically was going to be enough to get back on her good side. Hah! Amethyst smirked. If only it was that easy but, for them, that was part of the fun too. They could do all that they wanted together, his legs spread, bound to the spanking bench, though he had the illusion of being "free" by leaving his arms and paws unbound. Her hips pounded his into the padded bench as she finally sealed the full length of that firm cock under his tail, straining his pucker as wide as it had ever been.

Soren cried out, pushing and whimpering, pressing into her paw. There was little for him to say but his broken, strangled howls told a tale all by themselves, cock drooling, the faux shaft under his tail grinding over his prostate with every thrust. Yet no orgasm that came with his current state would be a true one, his cock drooling, balls milked and aching to spill more, though there was still more to come. There was tight pleasure deep in his loins but a kind that would leave him hornier than ever, begging for more, groaning and whimpering, panting so heavily that it was a wonder that he could get any breath into his lungs at all.

"Easy there, pup..."

Though there was nothing easy about taking her cock up his arse. He tried to lift his tail even more for her, offering his body, but she already had all that she needed. Twisting her fingers into the thicker ruff of hair atop his head and teasing down the back of his neck, she yanked his head back, baring his vulnerable throat with a moan - from his lips, that was, not hers. Her snarls curled back and pulled at her lips, tongue flickering, desire coursing through in a way that simply could not be held back as her hips worked furiously to pound his strained hole with every inch of that massive cock.

"Fuck..."

She growled, eyes wild, the messy mane of her hair tangled around her horns, spilling down her neck in anything but a halo, for she was no angel by far and neither would she want to be. She snarled like a hell-beast as she slammed into him, hunching over as her glutes tensed, powering her onward. Amethyst growled deep in the back of her throat, the spanking bench creaking with the force of her thrusts, as much something that had to bear up with the rampant strokes of her faux-cock as the pup under her.

He whimpered, barely with himself in reality, so overwhelmed with sensation after a long, stimulating day of too much teasing (the perfect amount really). The pounding drive of that slick length, rapidly warming to the heat of his body, was more than his broken mind could take, tongue hanging out, lolling, even though it was at great risk of being caught on his teeth. Still, Soren could not bring himself to care as he grunted and whimpered, caught up in the moment as his back end was plundered, a huge shaft that really had no business slamming in taking him with ruthless fervour.

It was all that he needed and everything that he didn't, his cock drooling, the bench rattling. There was no other noise from beyond the soundproofed bedroom (to ensure no disruption from the rest of the house when they were otherwise busy at least) and he knew no one would rescue him there - not that a pup like him needed rescuing. He had chosen his fate when he had first submitted to her, the dragoness' tail curled around his throat like a makeshift collar for that very first time.

He grunted thickly. Was he climaxing? Oh, there was no longer any way to tell, nothing he could say, nothing he could do, nothing he could think. There was no need to use his mind when his body was all that was required, his tail tensely lifted, need coursing through. More and more, his cock drooled, aching and swollen, reddening where the flesh showed through the bars of the cage, yet it was a cage from which he could only escape with a key.

And she wasn't going to let him out, not anytime soon. Not when she had her needy pup just where she wanted him.

"Yesss..."

She hissed, relishing in her power. It was exquisite to take control and even more divine to maintain it so easily. Dominating him came easily, though her greatest issue was wanting everything at once. It was hard to not be greedy when so much was offered up to a dominant, all at once, her submissive so very eager to please, his tail wagging the whole time. Even as she fucked him he rocked back against her, the fluff of his tail brushing her scales, allowed to grow longer and thicker there without stringent grooming.

She frowned, eyes glinting. If she trimmed it down, however, it would make it all the easier to reach the pucker of his tail hole. Make him seem even weaker and lower, more submissive to her than ever.

She punctuated the thought with a particularly savage thrust of her hips. Yes, she liked that idea. She liked it very much, in fact. Enough so that she pounded him all the more viciously for it, his tail hole opening up more and more against the fucking power of that cock. It was a rod of silicone that took no prisoners, slamming in over and over again, driving deep, seeming to suck it down as he even tried to tighten around it, all to no avail. Nothing was going to keep the thick length out, not that he would have wanted that anyway.

"All of it..."

She hissed, leaning over him, her claws digging into his hips. It was only her tail that kept her somewhat upright and in place, balancing her with an equal distribution of weight. Toppling over would not have been sexy at all, even though there was humour to the tenacity of the moment too - where it belonged, of course. Though there was more lust at play than that, her hips working like a piston, slamming and driving into him, growling fiercely, taking delight in his debasement even as her claws raked around over those fresh welts.

"You're going to be...ah...sore...tomorrow...pup..."

Oh, and he knew it too, tongue hanging out, panting and whining, crying out now that her paw was free of his mouth. Soren whimpered and begged, though he was begging for more rather than mercy, needing her more and more, twisting and wriggling, a low, needy grunt rising from his lips with every thrust of hers. It didn't seem plausible that such needy sounds could pass his lips and yet they were there, betraying the depth of his need for her, tail flipping up, stiff and tight, only wanting to raise for her pleasure.

Once would not be enough for his sexy dragon mistress, he was sure, even as she panted above, trembling, on the edge of climax. He could tell in how she pressed in closer, the muscles in her thighs tensing, motions becoming a little shorter and sharper as if she could not bear to move further, to deny herself even that sweet spot. His backside ached fiercely but there was nothing else for him to do but to take every last stroke she had for him in the moment, cock drooling hapless, streaming useless seed that would never be enough for a true orgasm.

Her climax roared through her while his faded, trickling and dripping. Drip, drip, drip... There was no need for it, Soren knew. His climax was nothing to her, only when it was withheld to him, and he had made that agreement with her the very first time he'd accepted her collar and taken the chastity device onto his weak, pathetic cock. Soren's head spun, fading out as he rolled it down, struggling to hold up even the weight of his own skull, yet it was there for him, panting and grunting, her paws sweeping up his back, holding him in place.

"Mmmph... Good, pup..."

And he knew he was, if only for her. He would always be there to give her the pleasure that she craved, everything that she ever wanted - even after she withdrew the thick dildo from his gaping tail hole, left slick and shiny with lube. He wouldn't sit properly for a few days in memory of it, even after she helped him bathe, softening and easing him down from the restrained high of the long, drawn-out session. It was what they both needed, sitting in the large bathtub together, heat and bath salts easing away the tensions of the day and bringing them to a softer, warmer state of relaxation.

Of course, she'd used the gentle bath salts. They weren't meant to bring a burn to his welts, after all... There was still care to be had, curling up in bed together, the sheets tucked up, though the warmth of their love should have still been more than enough to warm them all the way through. Amethyst smiled, her wild dog's head tucked up under her chin, holding him close and warm as he could not help, even in slumber, but to cuddle into her breasts, holding her tightly in turn.

There was a difference between being satisfied and sated, however, the need of his balls still there, aching, the chastity device not even removed for washing that day. The bath had helped cleanse him fully once his cock had retreated back into his sheath, groaning softly, begging for release. Yet it was not her desire, that night, to let him be free, not when he was doing the best job of being her good pup right as he was. If there was nothing wrong with what was between them...why ever would the two of them think to change that?

"I love you."

He murmured in sleep but she chose to think that he was professing his love to her too, something that was unspoken between them, especially when words were not to be had there. The dragoness' tail tucked around his ankle, drawing him close, murmuring softly, keeping him right where she wanted him to be, despite the fact that her pup wasn't going anywhere while he was sleeping.

But they were where they needed to be, the two of them. She exhaled, relaxing into the curve of his body against hers. It had been a good night. A very good night indeed.

The last train had always been the best train that the two of them had ever boarded.

Just the two of them.