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An Invitation to Relaxation

Chapter 3

For Engy

By Draconicon

The Pride Lions went off down another alley, chasing after an illusion of the two dragons and howling and roaring in pleasure as they did. Nobody else on the streets reacted, and considering the low-level trance that affected everyone that stepped into Red-Light South, Draconicon imagined that nobody would.

"That...was...nuts," Engy panted, the fat-assed yellow dragon groaning as he fought to keep from falling to his knees.

"That's the problem of fanboys," Draconicon muttered, looking around the corner. A cybernetic security guard for If I Only Were a Top, a cyborg self-improvement bar, glanced his way before glancing on. "And the Pride Lions are the worst."

"Who are they, anyway?"

"Some fan group that Fyacin started and then left behind. Lots of ideas, not enough time for following up."

"...Sorry."

"Oh, don't start that again," Draconicon said, looking over his shoulder. "You've got your things, I got mine. We all let a few things fall into the cracks. It's just figuring out what to do when it happens."

"Thanks."

"No problem," he said, looking up and down the streets. "Looks like they're all gone, though. Come on."

They stepped out of the alley, their nudity not really noticed by anyone. Then again, Draconicon imagined that the only ones that would notice them were the ones like the Pride Lions, those that were so focused on one thing that they were able to slide under the trance and act a bit more normally.

Of course, the fact that the Pride Lions were basically a giant fan club for the entirety of his harem, as well as himself, meant that seeing him and Engy had been like lighting a fire under their thoughts. It'd fade, eventually, and the trance would reassert itself, but that meant that they were going to have to be careful.

Engy shook his head, both hands behind his back and rubbing his ass. Draconicon smiled every time that he heard the cheeks clap, shaking his head as his alchemist friend spoke.

"I can't believe that there's all this stuff out here."

"Well, it's a city. What did you expect, that it'd be empty?"

"I just...wow. I never explored it, and it's so...good. And that place, the Mindless Sprawl? That is just so perfect. You know how much I love growth."

"Why do you think I mentioned it?"

"Well, I want to make my own place down here."

"I'll finance it if you can promise that you'll stick to it," Draconicon said.

"I'll come up with something. Something very much based in transformation. So many options, so many things. Maybe a bar? Or, or maybe something more like a VR club, where people think that it's just a game until they start growing. Or -"

He smiled, letting Engy's fantasies settle in the back of his mind. He wasn't ignoring the other dragon, but he was letting his focus drift, just a little. There were still more things to get done, more inspections to get through, and...

And he was a little distracted with the rather massive dick between his legs.

He glanced down. The sudden flight from the Pride Lions had left him softer than he had been when he immediately exited the Mindless Sprawl, but there was no denying that his balls needed some satisfaction. Not necessarily immediately, but soon. His cock, well, it throbbed hard, and even though it was soft, it was still twenty-six inches long while soft, and that meant that it was swinging around a lot down there.

He shifted his footing, but felt his cock immediately slap against his knees, reminding him with a little 'smack' that hey, it was there. He bit his lips as he fought the urge to reach down and tend to it, shaking his head and breathing slowly through his mouth.

I need to do something about this.

Not shrink it, not yet, but he was pretty sure that he could do something to take the edge off. There were any number of facilities that would be happy to offer an inspection or a 'bribe' to get him off, but that would be a bit unprofessional. There had to be something else he could do, besides just ramming his dick up the yellow dragon's ass. Something a little more effective than a simple rut, like -

"Milking Hut!"

"...Huh?"

Right. Engy had been going through his soliloquy of what he'd do with his establishment in the Red-Light District. Draconicon tracked the conversation back, listened to it again -

"Oh, sorry. I think that the idea of a bunch of big-balled kobold drink dispensers is an interesting one, and I'm not sure if that'd be North or South, honestly. It depends on how much mind control stuff you want to keep them from noticing that they're changing, I guess."

"...How did you -"

"Multi-tasking. Sorry; had a few other thoughts going through my brain."

"Like the...what was that? The Milking Hut?"

"Yeah. I think we both could use a little relief at this point."

"Um...I think I always do," Engy said with a laugh. "But hey, if they've got those around, I'm game. So, uh, what are they?"

"Follow me, we'll walk and talk."

A glance at the side of the road soon brought to eye a sign pointing out the nearest Milking Hut and Juicing Joint. There was one for either sex - and some that catered to both at once - but they wanted the former for cocks. Draconicon gestured for Engy to follow him and they set off down the road, walking in the direction they'd come from.

"See, the Red-Light Districts are designed to get you all horned up. There's no getting away from that, you see, but there's a point where you want to get some of that out of your system, and fast. Maybe you don't have the funds to buy some last bit of time at one of the brothels, or maybe some emergency has come up and you want to get out of here without a boner or a bunch of aphrodisiacs burning through your system.

"That's what the Milking Huts and Juicing Joints are for. They're like medical stations, designed to pull someone out of that super-horny mindset as fast as possible and get you on your way. City-funded, too."

"So, it's just a place where people get you to cum? What makes it different from one of the brothels?"

"Besides the fact that it's free?" Draconicon asked.

"Obviously."

"The fact that they cater exactly to the things that you like, and they're meant to make you cum as fast as possible, not necessarily as enjoyably as possible. It's...hard to explain, but you'll get it when we - mmph - get there."

He gritted his teeth as he felt his cock swaying that much more between his legs, constantly tapping against his legs around his knees, and perhaps slightly lower. Being seven feet tall, having over two feet of cock-flesh between his legs didn't mean as much as it might have for someone else, but it meant enough. Slap, slap, slap went his shaft, and it was slowly starting to climb higher and higher.

If they had been anywhere else in the city, he was pretty sure that he would have had all eyes on his cock. Even here, with the customers-to-be wandering the streets in a trance, some of them did turn at the sound and stared at his massive, hanging dick. He didn't quite blush, but his cock twitched that much more, continuing to rise up as other people gave it some attention.

"Told you that people would like looking at it," Engy said.

"Mmph."

"What's the matter, Drac? Getting horny?"

"Keep that up, and I'll pound your ass before we even get to the Hut."

"What makes you think I don't want that?"

"You want to cum?"

"Obviously."

"You're not gonna if I have to fuck you."

"Point well-taken."

He still groaned as they walked along, half-sure that his cock was growing as they walked along. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but there was something to the constant throbbing down there. It was half-hard, at most, sticking forward between his thighs but not actually pointing up or forward just yet. The sheer heft of it kept the head pointing down toward the ground in a long, slumping curve, and the way that it wobbled and swayed did not do him any favors in keeping his head out of the gutter.

And he was pretty sure that was the point. The whole idea of going to the Mindless Sprawl in the first place was to give in and enjoy the feeling of something huge. The fact that he wasn't went against programming, and even as the head of the city, there was only so much that he could do that.

Sway, sway, sway went his dick, begging for attention, and he watched as it put on another inch. Was that just getting harder, he wondered, or was that the fact that it was actually growing? If the latter -

"Mmmph..."

"Hehehe, your big dick looks good, master."

"Stop talking about it."

"But your cock is so big, master. It looks huge. Huge and masterful. Ready to break anyone that you want to break."

He knew that this was Engy trying to tease and keep him interested in keeping his cock this big. He knew that it was a trick, but he couldn't help considering what it would feel like to have such a hyper cock all the time. Just that feeling of something so powerful between his legs, swaying, sliding, thrusting if he took too fast a step. That constant statement of virility down there, the reminder of something so big and powerful, that way of showing off to everyone since there was no way in hell that he'd ever be able to hide something like that -

He groaned again as he felt it twitch, rising up that little bit further, finally pointing straight ahead. Engy walked at his side, holding his fingers up as if he was holding a camera, and the black dragon snorted .

"Seriously?"

"What? Big things are hot."

"Says the dragon with the biggest ass."

"Biggest, hottest, and probably tightest."

"After that tonguing, I'd argue the last one."

"Come on, that doesn't loosen me up."

"Nah, you were just elastic to start with."

"I - okay, true, true," Engy admitted.

"And you love staying that way. Knowing that I could fuck that fat-ass of yours right into the ground, knowing your master loves to pummel that big booty of yours into the earth and make you moan like a good little slut."

"I...you..."

"Or just grab you by the balls, pulling you along like the dick that you are, the walking pair of balls, the little dildo on legs that needs to cum over and over and over again...always thinking about sex...always thinking about those churning orbs..."

"...Not fair," Engy muttered, his cheeks going from yellow to the brightest pink. "That's really not fair."

"Heh, I know."

"Mmmmmph."

"Now, come on, big balls."

They kept walking. The Milking Hut wasn't that far away, but they were having to take a roundabout route to it. More to the point, there were many distractions, mostly in the form of different people going from place to place, their eyes blanked out and tranced out.

Draconicon smiled as they passed a rather large bear making his way down the main street. He looked back at Engy.

"Want to see something fun?"

"Sure."

"Watch this."

Tapping the big polar bear on the shoulder, he looked the big brute right in the eye. There was no need to make his eyes a little foggy or do anything that he might have done for those that he hypnotized out of Red-Light South. All he had to do was speak with a hint of authority.

"You are hot...too hot to spend all this time in clothes. Strip down."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bear started sweating, that white fur starting to mat down all over his body. He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough, all but ripping his shirt off and throwing the shreds to the side. His pants followed, and his shoes, too. Draconicon would be surprised if any of it was salvageable.

In less than a handful of seconds, the bear was naked. Naked, and quite hard. Draconicon smiled a bit further.

"Go on, but walk with your feet high. Show off your feet as you walk."

"Show off my feet...show off my feet...show off my feet."

The bear walked away, hesitating with each step to keep one foot in the air, his large, black-padded soles on display all the while. Draconicon smiled to himself, shaking his head as he turned back to Engy.

"You...can do that to anyone?" Engy asked, blinking.

"Pretty much. Everyone's in a trance. The only thing that you can't do is steal, hurt, or keep them from an appointment," he explained.

"...Could I tell them to cum?"

"Probably."

No sooner had he answered than the yellow dragon was darting through the crowd, going from one person to another. He'd lean up and whisper in their ear, just saying that one word over and over again.

"Cum."

"Cum."

"Cum."

"Cum."

"Cum."

Draconicon wasn't too surprised that it wasn't universal. Not everyone entered Red-Light South already horned up, and sometimes they only passed through a few of the libido-booster lights. However, Engy had managed to get four out of five people to cum in their pants, and the stains were spreading as the gremlin dragon rushed around, darting ahead of the black dragon to find more people to play with.

He's going to become a menace, Draconicon thought, though with a smile on his face. I've created a horny monster.

Shaking his head, he didn't really blame Engy. The fact that mind control was such a potent kink of both of theirs meant that he completely understood the temptation, and more to the point, he had opened the door. It was part of the fun of coming here on inspection; you were aware of what the others were doing, while they weren't entirely aware of you. You could play with their heads as much as you wanted.

And, usually, they enjoyed it. The spreading stains as Engy found one 'victim' after another confirmed that.

Of course, there were only so many ways that they could keep that going before he needed to call it short. Engy had just gotten an orca to turn into a partial fountain when Draconicon reached out and grabbed him by the tail, giving him a gentle tug.

"What?"

"Time to stop."

"Come on, I'm just doing it until -"

"We're there."

"Right."

"No, I mean, we're there."

He gestured with his thumb to the left, where a white-walled hut with a big red dick over the door was situated between two places of business. The hut was splattered with what might have been paint but probably wasn't, and the soft moans from inside all but confirmed that there were plenty of treatments happening right then and there.

"Already?" Engy asked, blinking.

"What's the matter? Wanting to whisper sweet nothing to more hot guys?" Draconicon teased.

"No - well, yes, but - I just - gah!"

"Heh, come on."

It didn't take much to lead the happy-hyper dragon into the Milking Hut. The smaller building wasn't that large, probably only about the size of a small house compared to the full-on businesses to either side of it. The front door was situated right in the middle, and both of them were sprayed down with a soft, cooling mist as they passed through. Draconicon shook his head, feeling some of the sensitivity from the growth fading, though his erection didn't show any sign of fading.

Engy was blinking, reaching around and rubbing his ass a bit, when the manager of the Milking Hut stepped through the door on the other side of the room. A reception desk rose out of the floor to meet her, and the rabbit entering the room leaned over it. Not the biggest-breasted woman, but she had the MILF body going on, and she was dressed in little more than a leotard, long bare feet barely visible through the underside of the risen bit of wood.

"So, two dragon clients, huh?" she said, looking between them. "What kind of stuff have you been doing?"

"Mindless Sprawl, plus a bit of general exposure to Red-Light South," Draconicon said. "And just on an inspection."

"Yes, yes, I know who you are," the rabbit said, waving her hand dismissively. "Only one black dragon like you in the city."

"And I'm -"

"Responsible for half the brain-zonked, dick-brained, big-balled men that come through here," the rabbit said, though in a way that made it clear that she wasn't upset. She smiled. "Hell, I buy your aphrodisiac potions to train my employees on to make sure that they have the stamina to get it all done properly."

"...Really?" Engy asked, blushing.

"Course. I want my boys and girls to be ready to take care of anything and everyone, and that means being ready to deal with someone so hopped up on horny juice that they aren't thinking of anything but rutting everything that happens to have a big enough hole, living or otherwise."

"...I..."

"Any chance of a discount, cutie?"

"Um, I, you, I, um -"

"We can discuss that afterward, when he's not so horny and I'm not dealing with quasi-blueballs."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The rabbit nodded, bowing her head. "Well, let's not waste time. I'll take care of you myself, Draconicon, sir, while you...I think that Joro will be what you need, alchemist."

"...Joro?" Engy asked.

THUMP!

A large, russet-red dragon stepped into the room from the same hallway that the rabbit had come through, standing just as tall as the yellow dragon, and far more muscular. His broad biceps rippled as he flexed, and he deliberately bounced his pecs as he stood there, grinning with a rising cock already throbbing and dripping.

"Joro," the rabbit confirmed.

"Oh, man...that's hot."

"Joro take care of yellow fat-ass," the other dragon teased. "Come. Taste Joro's musk. Taste Joro big dick."

"...I might be getting a new fetish here, Drac, fair warning."

"Heh, just go and have fun."

With the alchemist darting down the hall, he was left with the rabbit. He looked down at her. She wore little more than the leotard, but she did have a yellow anklet around one ankle, and she had a toe ring - silver - on each foot around the big toe. Her large feet were obviously on display, and she chuckled as he looked.

"Enjoying the show, big guy?"

"A bit."

"Well, let me look at you. I think that I have a few ideas of how to get you properly milked."

"I'm not getting my dick in a machine, I don't think."

"Not a chance in hell. And besides..." She smiled. "I don't think that's what you want right now, or you'd have fucked that cute guy."

"...Heh, you're not wrong."

"Switch flipped?"

"And then some."

"Figured. Come on. Mareda will take care of you."

Figuring that Mareda was the name of the rabbit, he followed her through the darkened hall. Some grinding, sliding sound followed them, and he felt the floor sliding underfoot. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the light of the front room was gone.

"Rotating facilities?" he asked.

"Half of it's underground," she admitted. "Saves space that way."

"Smart."

"Don't you know? It's your city."

"I financed it and I protected it. I didn't do most of the construction. I was more thematically involved than anything else," he admitted.

"Heh...Oh, we're going to have fun."

"So, how do you pick what to give people? Just...intuition?"

"Can't be the manager of a Milking Hut without having plenty of that. It's part of the test; if you can't figure out what someone needs without a glance at them and knowing where they've been, you're not ready yet. These places demand precision, Mr. Big and Cocky. We want to make sure that everyone gets the treatment they need, after all."

"At least you take it seriously."

"That we do."

The sliding motion stopped, and they were at a new door. Draconicon glanced inside and immediately groaned.

The only things in the room were a large massage table with a dick-hole in the bottom and a machine that loomed over it. The machine in question was a massive piston machine with a dildo attached, and the dildo in question was a large, horse-shaped shaft.

"Something the matter, dragon?" Mareda asked.

"...I'm not sure whether to admire you or spank you."

"You could do both, later, when I'm off the clock."

"That's a flattering offer."

"What can I say? I have a thing for guys that are bigger than me. Now, on the table with you."

Shaking his head - and feeling like his cock had probably grown another inch as he slid over the table - Draconicon lowered himself until his cock slid through the table hole. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but at least he was able to get himself into the right position. His feet hung off the edge of the table, and his cock -

"Gah!"

"Jesus, almost touching the floor? You must have some lucky people under you," Mareda said, pulling up a stool and sitting at his side. "Now, let's just do a quick confirmation, right?"

"Of?"

"Of what you like. Big cock up your ass?"

"...Pretty much, when I'm in the mood."

"You are, no doubt about that. Flattery?"

"Compliments are better."

"Thanks. Annnnd feet?"

"...Bit of a thing."

"Liar. Big thing," she said. "Oh, and something else...Ah! You want to see your friend getting fucked silly, too."

"Heh, okay, you're good."

"Just need one second to set that up, and we'll get started."

Draconicon nodded, keeping his head down against the table as the rabbit got the machine in place. He felt the tip of the dildo rubbing against his pucker, and he took three deep breaths to keep from reacting. His tail was brushed out of the way and he held it there, hoping that this wasn't going to get too embarrassing.

The rabbit turned on a TV on the far side of the room, and Draconicon looked up to see that Engy was getting his fun, alright. Going from getting his nose shoved into a big, heavy sac that had left sweat smears on his face to getting his ass pounded by a cock that was slowly making him grow bit by bit, Engy looked like he was all but cumming his brains out already. Each orgasm seemed to make the other dragon's cock grow that little bit more, and more than that, he was arching his back and moaning like a bitch.

"Wow."

"We know what people like," Mareda said. "Now, anything before we get started?"

"Just don't hold this against me."

"Dear, reputations don't exist down here. We're just bodies."

"I know, it's just -"

"Trust me. Bitch, bastard, dom, master, whatever. It doesn't matter. All that matters is cumming. So, cum hard, and we'll be done before you know it."

Draconicon opened his mouth for one more question, only to have it be nothing more than a wheeze as the dildo slammed in and parted his cheeks without warning. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as his cock jumped under the table, throbbing upwards as he felt a burning heat that went straight through his prostate and into his dick, making it swing up and hit the bottom of the table.

Or it would have, if Mareda's foot hadn't been there to catch it, sandwiching his shaft between two long, soft rabbit soles. He groaned, huffing as the machine started kicking into high-gear, the shaft and the flare at the tip raking along his inner walls and hitting buttons that were way deeper than most cocks could reach. The smack-smack-smack of the fake balls hitting his were accompanied by the clapping of his own ass cheeks, and the air was getting fucked right out of him.

And like a professional, the rabbit whispered to him.

"God, you look so hot there. I've been thinking of how hot it'd be to have a dragon under me. Someone that had a fat cock like you. Fuck, you look so hot, so big and needy and just for me? Oh, god, if you were just a little smaller I'd bend over under the table and ram your cock right up my tiny ass, ruin it for anyone else. Mmmph, but for now, I'll settle for you fucking my feet, marking them, staining them with all your cum -"

"NNNNGH!"

Draconicon arched his back as he felt his first orgasm coming. The rapid rut that was only possible through a machine, combined with the teasing words of the older rabbit, was more than enough to get him over the edge. He panted as he came, his cock jerking up and down as he did, but the machine didn't stop.

If anything, it got rougher, spitting more of whatever it was leaking into his ass into him. His cock jumped up again, and Mareda leaned in closer.

"Mmmph, all that slime feels so good on my feet, Draconicon, but please, I want more. So much more."

Draconicon glanced at the TV screen and wasn't surprised to find that Engy was gasping and panting nearly as much as he was. Engy's cock had grown out almost as much as his ass, hanging down to his knees from the almost brutal fuck that he was getting.

Well, when in Rome.

They left the Milking Hut later with clearer minds and much emptier balls. Draconicon was all but sure that his were completely empty, while Engy's were down to half-size compared to the watermelons that he often carried around down there. Mareda and Joro waved them goodbye, the former walking back in with a squelch and the latter with a cock slap between his legs.

"Well...definitely bigger," Draconicon muttered.

"Yeah, I think I'm probably thirty inches now."

"I meant me."

He hefted his cock. He'd cum nearly six times in just three minutes under the influence of the machine and the rabbit, and though he was soft again, his cock had to be at least thirty-seven inches long. Just over three feet now, and past his knees and then some. He was struggling to keep from getting it tangled up in his legs, and he was having to carry it in one hand, holding it forward and out of the way.

Engy blinked, about to say something before the black dragon turned, smacking him across the hip with the sheer girth of his swollen shaft. His alchemist stared, eyes wide in honest surprise.

"That's...huge."

"Yeah."

"And fucking hot."

"..."

"Um, I mean...well, you know what I mean."

"I can barely walk, man."

"But think about how hot you look to everyone else. I mean, you know how sexy big things are. Just - come on. Just a bit longer. For me?"

"I'll give it a try. But just for a bit longer. Just a bit."

"Great."

"But you're buying lunch."

"For a view like that? Deal. Mmmmm-hmm. Deal."

Wondering what else he might have been able to get out of Engy for that sort of view, Draconicon racked his brain to remember what sort of eateries were between them and the end of the district. There were a few, but he would need to take a moment to really think about them. It had been a while, after all.

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Engy visit a Milking Hut, and experience a bit more of Red-Light South.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, M/F, Machine, Dragon, Rabbit, Draconicon, Foot Fetish, Bear, Naked, Nudity, Prostitution, Red-Light District, Maiyone, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Mind Control, Muscles, Milking, Anal,