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"So, let me get this straight. You want me to fuck your ear? Like, you want me to wrap it around my dick and just fuck like that? Because that doesn't sound like it'd be-"

"No, no. Like... Inside my ear. I want you to fuck my skull, dude,"

That quickly shut the first voice up. That one was soft, melodic in tone, and in particular belonged to a somewhat effeminately shaped black and grey dragon - wide hipped, sloped shoulders, but with a flat chest and a rather well-endowed rod jutting from between those supple scaled legs. The throbbing three-foot member was coloured a fleshy pink, contrasting against the white scales of the dragon's belly, and further against the obsidian black of their thighs. The idle, slow stroking and rubbing told their partner that while they weren't turned off - the incredulous, rather confused expression conveyed they might need a little more explanation.

The other, coarse and scratchy, belonged to a rather eager looking cream corgi. Chubby, short and stocky, she barely came up to the larger dragon's midriff. And, well, she was short - only 5 foot or so, but the dragon standing almost double her size certainly didn't help. Still, she leaned over, sat on the couch next to the much larger dragon, letting her little digits eagerly caress that thick, visibly throbbing member. She brushed bubble-gum pink hair behind an ear so she could lean down and give the tip a soft kiss, before starting to speak in her rather squeaky, peppy voice.

"Okay, so, like, I get it, you think I'm asking you to kill me, right? And I know that's like, something you'll do with reluctance, but that's not what I'm asking, right?"

"You want me to mush your brains, and you're telling me that's NOT going to kill you," came the dry remark.

"Yeah! I'm in an experimental program with some weird drug company, and I can't tell you too much - NDAs and shit, right? They pay good but the contracts you need to sign are HUUUGE - but, in short, I should be like, able to lose body parts and insides and be able-"

"Alright, alright, I don't need the details, fuck me sideways. You younger folk just keep chatting, don't you?"

"Well, there's a way to fix that,"

A roll of the eyes was all the smaller corgi got in return.

"Look, as long as I don't see my name plastered on the local news for a cock related murder, I'm fine to do whatever kinky shit long as I'm paid," came the soft voiced reply. They didn't usually play the role of a dom - they certainly had the equipment, but the things they were usually called for was more in the wheelhouse of letting someone dick down their shaft and see their balls swell, or people with a fetish for dominating someone larger than themselves. Still, a mix-up was welcome, even if it was in the form of weird shit from some pixie-voiced corgi.

"Yeah! I should pay you now, right, since uh, I'll be alive, but it's like... Well, I do need my brain to like, think and stuff, still. Probably?" her voice ended a little confused - the brief hesitance coming from the thought that just maybe it might not go too well. They had done extensive testing on animals, and they'd even made sure she could regenerate body parts in the lab - part of the contract and all - but... Well, nothing about it, she was eager to try this and see how it felt, and the fear of mortality wasn't enough to stem that eager, bubbly personality, "500 bucks, right? Oh, and I'm Selena, by the way! Sorry, it's not very polite to not introduce myself, isn't it?"

"You have a lot of energy, don't you?" was the flat response, the larger creature taking the wad of notes and flicking through them. Selena waited 'patiently', bouncing in place and swinging her legs back and forth over the edge of her seating - ears perking up when she saw an affirmative nod and the money being tucked away in a bag on the side table. Studious eyes looked over the smiling corgi's face, and with a furrowed brow and a sigh, they continued, "Well, you know my name, so-"

"Yup, remember it from the ad! Kier, right?"

"... That's correct. So, as I was-"

"It's a nice name, you know? It suits you, you're really pretty,"

"... That it is, thank you. Now, if I can just ask-"

"Oh! I almost forgot, I-"

With an impatient sigh and a low growl, Kier would reach down and grab on to the corgi's muzzle, snapping it shut and yanking the corgi between their legs with their other hand, giving a thrust upward to grind the tip of it up against the corgi's ear. Selena, for her part, would give a sharp, surprised yip and whine at the sizeable, lube-slickened member she found herself being rubbed up against, along with the odd feeling of slippery fluid oozing into her ear canal. But it did seem to quieten her down.

"You weren't kidding when you said I'd need to shut you up, huh?"

"N-nope! Gotta shut me up one way or another, it's more fun that way!"

"More fun, huh..." Kier clicked their tongue, stroking claws through the curly, bubblegum hair and staring down at their partner, figuring how they wanted to approach it, "Anything else you want to ask of me before we get started?"

"Hmm... Be nice and rough with me, I guess! The more you test my skull the better - the cameras on, right? Ooh, that feels weird," a shiver and tremble ran through her voice and body as more and more precum pooled inside her ear, dripping down her cheek and trickling through her hair.

The dragon gave a quick glance towards the camera - and upon seeing the blinking green light, they'd give a nod and a pat on the back of the corgi's head. That raised a happy giggle, and they could feel her body relax against them, slowly pressing her head towards them and letting her feel the tip slowly press in, stretching the tight canal of her ear and wedging a tight seal into it - making sure not a drop of their productive spewing leaked, all of it simply oozing in, filling her ear and pressing in deeper.

That feeling got more shudders - the increasing pressure, the goopy, slick sounds of it being stirred around in the tight confines, the sound of small pops and clicks as that thick pre-seed worked into her head and into her skull. It was certainly an odd feeling, the slow, gradual stretching of her ear, but the more that pressed in, the more sensations ran through her - jolts of pleasure mixed with pain, slick and gooey warmth filling the core of her skull, the throbbing of something hard, thick and hot stretching the canal of her ear.

"Still there?"

It was muffled, barely audible through one ear, though with the sounds filling the very core of her being, it was much harder to focus on that soft tone. Still, Selena forced out her chirpy, chipper voice - though she found it quivering, catching in her throat.

"Y-Yeah! You sh-shhh... Should go faster, I t-told y-mm-you to be r-rough with me after all!" came the lilted, teasing voice - already slurred, stuttery. She could hear - no, feel - a rumble above her, claws tensing against her skull. There was a mutter that she couldn't quite make out... But just as she was about to ask them to repeat, her head filled with an almost sickening crunch, and her body went tense. Bone snapping, cracking apart, blinding pain filling her skull as hot - too hot - cockmeat forced its way inside, uncaring what was there to resist it. A scream burned like fire in her throat - but she couldn't push it out, her body frozen, rigid, twitching with every inch of dick stuffing into her skull, pushing into yielding, spongy flesh, the cushion of her brain being flattened against the other side of her head.

Precum poured in almost like a fountain as Kier's hips ground forward, claws clutching the tiny head they were ruining, and with a groan, another settled on the dog's muzzle for extra grip. Selena's eyes were wide, wild - blank, barely there, barely seeing, and clearly barely thinking. How could she, after all? The dragon, however, was just enjoying the feeling around a foot of their rod, the breaking, fragmenting skull being ground down to powder by their powerful, flexing spire. Enjoying the impossibly soft, yielding insides of the skull they were stuffing... They couldn't help but yank that head back and start pumping their hips, fucking the thoughts out of the now very brainless dog. Dick rutting her brain, tapered, pointed shaft grinding and thrusting, slamming in, mixing and stirring and mushing, to the point they could feel the flesh breaking and tearing apart. Blood and pre seeping around their rod, slickness on their fingers as fluid seeped from the dog's eyes and nose, but really, they couldn't bring themselves to care - it's what she asked for, and they were going to deliver on their promise.

Instead, they would thrust harder. Slamming the corgi down again, and again, harder, faster, hearing louder snaps and crunches and cracks as their vice grip crushed their muzzle, their cocktip battering the other side of her skull - visibly bulging and warping it as blood and brain would spill and practically spray from her other ear, until with a messy spray of viscera and a loud, savage grunt they would slam the canine down to the very base of their dick, an almost uncharacteristic snarl spilling from their lips, feeling both ears squeezing their cock like two tight cockrings, with soft, mushed flesh shifting around their shaft with tight, almost spongy skull squeezing a solid foot of their dick.

And briefly, they'd pause to look at their handiwork, their grip loosening on their head and letting their twitching dick jerk on her skull, yanking and making her bob with the powerful, eager twitches as thick, red fluid oozed over their orbs.

The camera surely got a better look - glossy, glazed eyes, twitching, trembling as they stared forward. A mouth agape, blood dripping between teeth and from her lips, oozing from her nose, the corners of her eyes. A dick thick almost as tall as her head impaled her from bloody ear to bloody ear. She was covered in fluid, dripping blood and pre, her entire face painted red from their handiwork, visibly twitching, jerking, yanking on the brainless pup's skull and coaxing weak, whimpery, guttural sounds from her throat. True to her word, she was breathing, making sounds, twitching... And the feeling was like no other, enough to get addicted to. The sight from above coaxed a hard throb, a slight swell of their orbs, and a spray of hot, viscous precum to rain over her twitching form.

"Fuck it."

With that muttered utterance, their hands would settle back on the corgi's head and snap their muzzle shut - it was a better handhold than the broken apart mess that was her skull, even if they still squeezed claws into the fragmented bone, tangled fingers into the blood-soaked candyfloss hair, squeezing the soft flesh around their spire and rubbing, stroking it, powdering the skull further. And then they yanked her down. Kier would start to buck their hips, pumping her head on their dick like it was a fleshlight, hot blood and gore spilling down their lap as guttural, unrestrained moans and panting started to escape their lips.

The corgi, for her half, was barely conscious from the moment that dick started pushing against their brain. But very much was - kept almost agonisingly aware and conscious, feeling every single twitch, throb, even if she couldn't articulate the thoughts. Just on a primal level - feeling her brain pierced through by something thicker than it, then repeatedly slammed into, stirred, fucked apart inside the core of her being. Thoughts melting away, knowledge, seemingly seeping out of them just like the vivid red staining their fur, dyeing her hair. At this point, she could feel the hot, slick slapping of scaled thighs against one ear, the gooey, squishy slicking of a rod piercing from ear to ear, the gushing of fluid spraying through and out the tip the other side of her head. She could feel claws digging into their muzzle, shifting for better grip, for a better handhold, tangled in her matted hair and clenching, kneading, working the remains of her brain and head almost like a rubber condom to stroke the ruining pillar inside.

But with how rough they were being, it was only a matter of time before their hands would slip and their thrusts would do worse to the helpless dog.

The dragon, for their half, starting to grow frustrated by the feeling like thrusting through a too small fleshlight, would hunch over and move their grip - and with the slick, slippery blood covering their hands, their claw and finger would slip into a crevice in her skull - sinking underneath an eye and forcing into the socket, crushing the tiny sphere upward and popping it, flattening it, with a very visible jerk from the corgi's body as one of her senses was halved. And that jerk just made things worse - twisting her body, making sure that next thrust slid alongside the soft-scaled digit, crunching and snapping her eyesocket and muzzle to wrap her skull around their cock in an entirely different way.

Their shaft jutted from the right side of her face, dwarfing her muzzle, visibly warping her head around it and leaving her other eye to tremble as a shaft would jut two and a half feet from her face, dripping with her own blood, spraying gloopy ropes of precum through her and raining it back down over her body and the dragon's. She could 'see', even if she couldn't register the thoughts, and she'd have the memories burned into her skull to recall later... The way the veins pulsed and throbbed, the way the cumvein swelled with transparent, off-white precum, the way the blood seeped around it and dripped down her cheeks. She could see it drag back, inch by inch, pulling back through her skull, until just the tip peeked into her vision - and then it rutted back through, stretching the socket all over again, making sure she felt the socket cracking and crunching to useless powder. And she could feel the guttural groans, the frustrated, needy snarls through it - vibrating her very being. A need for more.

Kier, with a deep snarl, shifted their grip and yanked their cockwarmer back to their very tip, tail wrapping around her body and lifting her for a better angle as they'd shift their hips and hunch over, before slamming her back down, rutting their hips upward. They could feel the spray of blood, the tearing of flesh, the seizing of the body beneath them - but they didn't care. She'd take it. The dog's euchastian tube was rended open by an intrusion far too large for it to ever take, but it made sure their tip sunk home - a faint gag as her throat was forced to strain and stretch, along with the sound of ribs popping and cracking from the savage intrusion, bulging her small but pert breasts apart and making a visible bulge from her throat down to her crotch. Their cock continued to spew hot precum - they had stamina to resist, and the corgi would be getting plenty of 'service', whether she was there to know it or not. It was too exotic to resist.

With that, they rolled over, letting her body flop back onto her side and getting on one leg to kneel over them for leverage, hunching over and clutching her skull just like before, but starting to just rut this time. Savage thrusts slamming her head into the couch, blood spilling from the now unplugged ear, precum and viscera splattering with each bone-breaking slam of their hips. They were endowed enough that their tip battered the corgi's hips and pelvis, rearranging organs, slamming with the force of a relentless jackhammer and making her body twitch and seize again and again, with the only sounds being the sickening crunching and squishing and wet slapping along with Kier's savage, bestial groans and moans. The corgi was on full view - their ribs audibly and visibly snapping and giving on each thrust as they sheathed their shaft inside their whole body, with their already endowed shaft thickening from excitement, making it all the more prominent in her flesh - and signalling the nearing of their release with their orbs starting to draw up against them.

But they couldn't just let go like that - they needed the proper stimulation to get off, but they were being paid for a rather specific... 'test', and they would give the camera what it wanted.

Fighting their desire to get off fully sheathed in the twitching, warm sleeve, their thrusts would get shallower, rougher, almost seeming to grind the corgi's head into the cum and blood-soaked leather they inhabited, flattening the excess, unfilled flesh around their shaft with each rut of their hips. Their blood-soaked dick would throb and pulse visibly, overfull, scaled sack slapping against her tangled head. And then they'd yank back, pulling her head up with the tightness of her body clinging to their spire, sinking their claws in to pull all the way to the tip.

And they'd let go, both of their restraint and the corgi's muzzle.

Their nuts would draw up between their thighs and their shaft would visibly pulse - cumvein swelling with their load, a roar filling the room as their first hot, viscous rope of seed poured into the fucked-empty insides of the dog's skull. And again. And again. It took mere seconds before she was visible choking on the sheer volume of too-hot dragon-cum. It poured in gloopy waves from her lips, sprayed in powerful shots of seed from the corners of her eye and her nose, flooding from the open eyesocket in thick gushes. It flowed in a stream from her other ear, bubbled around the imperfect seal of their tapered shaft. Even still, the quantity of it was far too much for her to contain and to release - her head would bulge with the volume of it, and plenty would force down her throat, swelling her little stomach with the red-streaked white cream. One hand would pump their blood-slickened shaft, jerking their dick with unrestrained need, moans and groans and growls spilling into the air as they used the very sanctum of the dog's thoughts and being as a cumdump and a condom... if not a very waterproof one.

With their hand away, the camera would get a perfect look at the mess - the visible choking and spluttering that forced up waves of seed from a broken, gaping open pair of lips. The way Selena's eye trembled, blank as ever, but made even harder to see and recognise by the continual spray of seed from them, seeping down her cheeks and painting over the coating of blood.

Their orgasm wasn't infinite, though - they were productive, and they prided themselves on that, but after a good few minutes, the flow started to taper off. The gagging would stop, the repeated sprays of ropes from eye, eyesocket and nose would trickle into a continual flow, and their hand would slip from their shaft and allow the repeated throbs to die off. With a yank on the corgi's skull, they'd pop her off and let her splatter into the mess covering their thighs, leaning back into the couch with a groan. They'd reach into the side table, and grab a stopwatch, tapping it on, and letting themselves bask in the depravity and savagery - lap covered in blood and cum, hearing the sound of the dog heaving mouthful after mouthful of their seed out of her too-stuffed, bloated belly. The twitching, the jerking on their lap - their hand would slip back to their shaft, starting to stroke and knead the still painfully erect spire. They'd been hired for multiple hours, after all, and, well, even with as productive as they'd been, they had a couple more rounds left in them once the dog recovered. Maybe they'd want something a little... less, a snuggle session, aftercare, or maybe they'd back out.

In their musings, they didn't initially notice the stirring beneath them - trembling arms setting twitchy paws on their cumsoaked thighs, skull still filled with cum, barely recovered, bone mending, flesh re-knitting and reforming... The corgi was still a state, cum oozing from their eyesocket, ears, nose, coated with the stuff from their head to most of their torso, but still, they forced themselves to move as their ability returned to them after a couple dozen minutes.

Kier only noticed when they heard a garbled, warbling voice, unintelligible as an actual language or words - but it was familiar all the same, and they turned down to meet the single, wide eye staring up at them. Propped up against their dick, they could feel the heaving of her lungs as the weight of her body and the pressure of their twitching shaft partially cave in her ruined chest - but she didn't seem to care. Instead, they watched a hand, cumsoaked, trembling, pointing to the still intact eye and then tracing a path along their skull, upward, between their ears and in their hair, and pointed upward. Kier couldn't help but raise their eyeridges in surprise - given the pure savagery, they didn't expect the corgi to want to keep going... but...

"You want me to fuck your other eye, and... You want me to keep it all in your skull this time?"

Selena nodded with a twisted grin, making those same garbled sounds, that just about sounded like a 'yup'.

Kier would grin back, one hand settling on the back of her head, before slamming their hips upward, feeling the barely recovered bone of that skull and the mush of brain and cum part for their dick again, feeling their girth rob the corgi of her sight along with her thoughts... again.

"... You fucking freak."