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The Carriage's Fleshlight

By Ajax B. Coriander

Commission for: Guri Linus

Start Date: 11/23/2019

End date: 1/02/2023

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Sedgwick kicked the broken wheel of his wagon angrily, while he cursed the gods of the heavens above and hells below. Pain shot through his toes, and he grumbled as he wiggled his booted paw trying to get the pain to shake out. The young red fox looked longingly down the road to where his horse had bolted after the wheel splintered, wondering just how many miles he was outside of town. He normally knew where he was, but between the heavy rain and the moonless night, he wasn't even sure if he was on the right road or heading in the right direction.

He pulled his leather coat tightly around him, hoping it'd keep him as dry as it could from the rain, cursing himself for not oiling it down last Sunday like he meant to, and he wondered just how waterproof it still was now. Sedgwick sighed and grabbed his satchel from the front of the wagon, and he turned to face what he hoped was the direction of the town. He glanced back at his empty wagon. He was thankful he'd been able to sell everything at the auction before he'd returned, but if the wagon was gone before he could bring back help, all of those profits would have been for nothing. He just hoped his horse knew the way home. The young fox played with the shoulder strap absently, and then started the long muddy march in his best guess of the right direction.

As he slogged forward, the mud deepened and threatened to suck off his boots with every wet squelching step. Sedgwick groaned, wondering if he should just sit on the side of the road and wait for the break of day to keep going. But instead, he marched on. The cold and wind whipped around him, he could barely see the hand in front of his face, much less his feet and the ground. It was like being wrapped in an inky wet veil of darkness. He could have been at the bottom of the oceans for all he knew. A friend of his father's had been a fisherman, he'd told tales about the things that lived below the waves in the inky blackness like this. The young fox wondered if a horror like that was waiting for him.

It's why he nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard a loud hoofbeat crash into the muddy ground behind him. He spun around, and out of the gloom a dark carriage creeped toward him. It was painted black as night, but the lamps hanging from it gave it a ghostly outline as the silver inlays shimmered in the night. The ghostly effect wasn't lost on the horses either. Their pitch-black coats were crossed with bits of tack that glinted like silvery bones in the dim light.

The driver was nearly invisible. He wore a large hat that covered his face in shadow, and a thick leather overcoat that gave finding any distinguishable feature lost. He could have been tall, short, fat, or thin, and Sedgwick would never be able to tell. The black coat blended in with the coach, making the indistinguishable figure look like just another piece of it. He pulled on the silvery reins and the coach began to slow. The coach slowly slithered beside the fox, and Sedgwick could just make out the coat of arms on the door. It was the skull of a bull, horns filed down, and framed with dragon's breath on either side. Underneath it were the words:

"Mundus: mea est enim captivitatis"

Sedgwick knew that seal. It was Duke Saber's. The young man gulped; he'd only ever seen the Duke from a distance. The red fox had never dared get closer than he had to, most people knew, that if you were that close to the duke, you were bound for some trouble. There were rumors about this of course. Like the whispers that people behind on their debts had a habit of entering the coach and never coming back out. Some of the tales said he ate them. Some said he made them into servants. Others said that they were made into slaves for his various precious stone mines all over the world.

The door opened and the young fox was showered in a bright light, he blinked for a few moments, and he realized he was looking into a sea of crimsons. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, were all red. Red leather, carpet, and paint in various shades all blending together. They were different enough to allow for depth, but it was still made the fox's blood run cold. Some primal instinct telling him all of this red couldn't be good for anyone who would dare step inside.

"Would you like a ride back to town?" A noble voice came from within the coach. It wasn't loud or booming, but it had this air of authority behind it, as if he was the one person that could tell anyone something, and they should be expected to do it.

Sedgwick thought about turning him down, he could just walk away now. Say he had someone coming for him maybe. But as thunder rolled in the distance, he decided he better not turn the kindness down. He grabbed a handrail next to the door, and he used it to pull himself inside. The rest of the interior was just as red as the peek he saw moments ago. He drew out the inevitable for as long as he could. He looked at the chain of jars with trapped fyre-flies that circled around the cabin for light, the seat of fine red leather, the carpet with its intricate patterns, and the red painted boards that made up the roof. In the middle of the coach was a large desk made of mahogany veneer. There were a few bits of paper on it, but it was written in a language the fox couldn't understand. Finally, he did what he'd been dreading doing. His eyes fell on the Duke before him.

Saber was a massive black and silver dragon. His horns were twisted ivory that capped his head like a ram's, and the underneath of his chin was filled with silvery scales that dipped down into the collar of his silk clothes. His eyes were green like emeralds, and he wore a pair of gold round spectacles on the bridge of his nose. They should have looked out of place on such a large creature, but they seemed to add to his authority.

"I'm guessing," he began as he scribbled something using a red feather, "the broken mess on the road back a ways is yours?" The dragon didn't bother to look up, he just kept scribbling on his papers in the ancient looking script.

"Yes, sir," the red fox said. He suddenly started to feel hot. He looked down at his clothes, and he noticed that the water was starting to dry. He looked at it curiously, but then he saw the heat rising off the dragon before him. He knew they generated heat, but he didn't think it would be this noticeable. He took off his coat and laid it on the seat next to him. "And uh, thank you sir, for picking me up. I'm a stranger on the road, you could have just drove on by and no one would have said a bad word."

"You're no stranger," he said, with almost a board tone in his voice. "You are Sedgwick Kent, 20 years old, resident at Miss Martha's lodge, room number two. You've been there since your parents passed in the winter of '34 from the flu, and you couldn't keep up with your farm. Now you act as a middleman for various farmers to sell their goods at the market in the next town."

"H-how did you know that?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I always keep up with my livestock," the dragon said, before correcting himself. "I mean, tenants. Miss Martha is one of mine, so you are by extension."

The fox's stomach twisted in a knot, and his drying tail wrapped around his side. He had a feeling that 'livestock' wasn't a slip of the tongue. The dragon finished what he was writing, and he nodded to himself. He laid the paper down on a stack and adjusted out the ream. He tucked them away in a briefcase and put away his writing quill and inkwell.

"It's been a while since the last heard about you," the dragon said with his eyes turning up and locking on the young fox's. Somehow this was more disturbing than not being looked at. "What have you been up to? Do you have a lady friend yet?"

The fox gulped, and he fidgeted in his seat. "Duke, Saber, Sir... uhh, no, no lady yet. I'm still just getting by. Things have been hard since my folks passed."

"I bet, it was a spot of luck that Miss Martha decided to take you in," the dragon casually said. "My kin are sturdier than yours, so it's a lot rarer that one of us passes on. I've been to more funerals for duels between dragons than I've been to them from natural causes."

The young fox looked more nervous at that. He wondered what those rows of teeth could do to someone without a thick hide made of scales.

"Oh, I've worried you, haven't I? Sorry, I bet it can feel odd being with someone who knows so much about you. Why don't I help you relax a bit?" The dragon reached down and pulled out what looked like a chocolate box. He opened it, and the fox's eyes went wide. The inside glittered and sparkled with various precious stones. Diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires. That box contained more wealth than he'd ever make in a lifetime. The dragon grabbed two large rubies, and to the fox's horror popped them into his tooth filled maw. There was a loud crunch, and then the dragon drew in breath through his mouth. Flames lapped at the side of his lips, and then he breathed out; red sparkling smoke pouring into the cabin. It filled the large space, leaving everything in a smoky haze.

Sedgwick tried not to breathe at first, and he held his breath as he looked at the crackling smoke. It sparkled like the stars in the sky cast in a ruby red glaze. He couldn't help it, eventually he had to breath, and that rich smoke filled his lungs. The scent was of cinnamon, and it tingled as he breathed it in. The whole cabin lingered with the haze even as the dragon chewed up the rest of the rubies and swallowed them.

Sedgwick felt strange. He felt light headed, and like all his worries in the world had just drifted away from him. He felt hot too, hotter than he had in hours, it was like the cold from the rain was just being sucked away. He started to take off his jacket, and reveal his still damp tunic underneath.

"There, much better, isn't it?" The dragon said as he adjusted the golden round rimmed glasses on his nose, and he looked over at the young fox. "But no lady friend? A handsome young chap like you should be beating them off with a stick. What about a laddie friend?"

"There was, but he went off to become a sailor..." The young fox said without even thinking. He felt like he should care about confessing this to his lord, but the sweet heat and scent that clung to him kept him from thinking. In fact, he started to have the thought about how nice it would be to take off his tunic.

"Ah, such a shame. I'd hoped to get some of your genes passed on, you're quite handsome." The dragon said as he started to unbutton the gold buttons on his silk coat. "But I can't force you to breed. That would just be cruel, but maybe I'll have some other use for you."

In the back of his mind Sedgewick knew what the dragon was saying was wrong, that Saber shouldn't be talking about him like that, but he was finding it hard to care. "But even steers that don't breed have their uses. The badger in town married that clever bull and brought in a blacksmith that we sorely needed. But, considering you're still single, maybe having you marry in a needed role from outside isn't the best use for you. It's better to use you while you still have some good years left in you, rather than let you rot in the field."

The young fox started to pant, and tug at his tunic. It was feeling hot, restrictive, like it was keeping him from breathing.

"Oh you poor thing, it's a bit too hot in here, isn't it? Sorry about that, dragons tend to pump out a lot of heat. Why don't you make yourself more comfortable? I assure you, it is nothing I have not seen before." The dragon said as he slid his silk jacket off and showed off the shiny scales underneath, his chest and belly were the same silvery scales that attached to the patch on his chin and neck. His chest was flabby, and pink nipples topped his silvery pecs that rolled over the top of his round full belly.

Sedgwick nodded, and he pulled the tunic over his head showing off his buttery cream-colored chest to the dragon. Without thinking he stood up the coach, and went to pull down his pants, but the dragon stopped him. He leaned over his desk and grabbed the draw string that clung to the boy's waist. He undid it with one of his claws, and then pushed the young lad's trousers down slowly. He let that creamy colored sheath come into view, the red tip poking out of it, and then those full young balls. The dragon licked his lips, and he cupped the fox's balls in his hand.

"Oh dear, these are so full. How long ago did your sailor sail away, lad?" The dragon asked as he rolled those full orbs between his chubby fingers.

"A year, sir." The fox panted. "I haven't been with anyone since."

"Ah poor thing, I bet you're ready to burst, but I have just the thing..." The dragon said as he pressed a button on his desk, and a hatch on the front of his desk opened. The fox looked at it curiously, and his eyes went wide when he saw what was inside. It was another fox's rump, it was plump and fat, the red fur flecked with grey, the tail was tucked up and out of the way, and the hole in between was gapping with cum dribbled from it. "Go ahead, my cum should still be warm inside his hole, I used it just before I picked you up. His muzzle is currently giving my shaft a good cleaning."

"What... who..." The fox stammered as he looked at that ready fat ass.

"Who doesn't matter, he's mine now. He lost the right at being a who when I showed him his new task in life. He was afraid and alone, and I gave him company and a role. Now use him for his purpose, show him what your fox cock can do. He might not feel much after me, but he loves it when a new load gets dumped into him."

"I..." the fox started, but as he looked at that warm inviting ass, that hole twitching at him, he found it harder and harder to say no. His cock dropped from its sheath, and it pulsed above his needy balls. He breathed in that smoke; now tinted with the scent of his arousal and the dragon's cum. He slid up to the desk and his cock slipped between those two round cheeks, he shuddered as he pulled back, and let the tip of his cock meet that gaping hole. His shaft slid in with ease, and his hips pounded the warm soft rump in front of him. It wasn't tight by any meaning of the word, but it managed to wrap his cock in a warm fluff that made him shudder with pleasure.

"Yeah, that's it. Feels good, doesn't it? I bet his insides are nice and warm, even if he isn't tight. Nothing like it on a cold and rainy night like this. Now start fucking him like the fleshlight he is." The dragon cooed as he rubbed over the fox's belly. The fox just nodded and gave into the pleasure. It felt so amazing mixed with the scents from the coach's cabin. He started to fuck the older fox's ass with all his might, his creamy balls swinging between his thighs as the dragon's hands slid down to cup the boy's ass. The dragon nuzzled at the fox's belly, and the fox felt the dragon's tail slither past his leg.

"He is a handy little feature of my coach, isn't he? Always ready for a nice thick load on those long trips between estates. This cabin would get rather boring without him." The dragon mused. The dragon's finger slipped between the fox's cheeks and the fox felt something cold and slick start to spread over his puckered hole.

"Sadly," the dragon mused as his tail slithered up the fox's leg. "He's starting to wear out, you mammals just never seem to last as long as a dragon does, but you work with what you have I suppose." The dragon said. "I guess I'll need to retire him."

"Retire him?" The fox huffed as he bred that wonderfully warm hole.

"Oh yes, I'll retire him to the stables for my horses. I only keep intact stallions and they can get rather pent up, so having a few holes out there for them to use always helps calm them down. One of those holes passed away a few months back, and they're already getting rather antsy having to share with the few that are left. I have to have the stable boy jack Sebastian off twice a day just to keep him from bucking the carriage." The dragon's tail began to snake around the side of the desk, and slide up the back of the fox's calves.

The fox gulped, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have a thick horse cock slamming in and out of him, rubbing up against that pleasure spot inside of him, his dick throbbing with need between his legs. He didn't notice as that tail tip lined up with his puckered hole. He was still thrusting in and out of the older fox, and during one of those long thrusts, he yowled as he felt the tail spread him open. That thick appendage sneaking inside of him as he kept thrusting. Each stroke forcing a bit more of that tail inside of him.

"Such a shame to retire him too, finding a replacement is always so hard. Not every man is suited for becoming a fleshlight. I need a calf who doesn't have anyone who would ask questions after him or maybe someone too convenient to pass up. Someone that could disappear and give their life to me without raising a lot of questions. Someone without a family, lass, or laddie that would come after it," the dragon mused.

The fox cried out in pleasure. The heat around his dick mixing with the feeling of being fucked by that ever thickening tail as it worked deeper and deeper inside of him. It started to thrust in and out of him, slamming into that overfull pleasure knot inside of him.

"Then there's the training process... I have to get them used to opening their hole for me to fit my grith, and train them to take it at a moment's notice. And their muzzles, sometimes I have to just strap their head to my crotch and have them work on my cock for hours until they work it out. Just taking load after load of my cum into their throats until they figure out how to pleasure me just right. I find it helps if I keep their cocks locked up too, nothing makes an ass feel better around your dick than when the livestock it's attached to is trying to get off from your shaft alone. I think it took a year for this one to learn how to cum from my dick, I thought the poor critter's balls would explode before his shaft ever learned to pop." The dragon said with a soft growl as he started to hump forward, the hooded fox muzzle under the desk taking his shaft with ease as it worked in and out of his soft lips.

"But it's worth it in the end. If there's one thing I have as a dragon, it is time. So it's always better to do it the right way, even if it takes a while. Eventually you get something like the hole you're fucking right now. Do you like how soft he feels? I spent hours stuffing him full of sweets until he was nice and plump just like that. I wanted cushion as I bred my new fleshlight. Besides, a good owner should take pride in fattening up their livestock."

The dragon licked his lips, and he watched with glee as the fox's face twisted up with pleasure and pain as he got the first bump on his tail into the young lad's tight young ass, that nub popping in and out as the tip of his tail twisted down and massaged his prostate.

"Like how that feels? That's how he feels all the time. He's such a lucky man... no worries... no thoughts... just a dumb fleshlight ready to take my cock."

"Yes, sir... it... it feels amazing..." Sedgwick said in his lust filled haze.

"Then how would you like to take his place? No need to take cold carriage rides anymore. Always a warm coach to come into, and no need to worry or think about a thing, your mind will be empty and your holes will be full. Your needy little fox cock locked behind a silver cage, dripping, begging for a touch that will never come, until you finally spurt just from riding my thick dragon dick..." The dragon said as he started to reach for his box of jewels again. He popped in a large chunk of purple amethyst, a loud bone shattering crunch echoed through the space, before purple smoke filled the cabin. It was dark, and sparkled like the red smoke before.

"It... I... please... it's..." the fox stammered as he inhaled the new smoke. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. This was wrong, he needed it to stop. He needed it to go away. He needed to get out. But the purple smoke seemed to wrap around him, it clouded his mind, it made it harder and harder to think, he was just lost in the pleasure.

"Shush now, I know what you really want. I know what you really need. Just breath in deep, let the magic in the smoke do its work. Don't fight it. Just let go. Cum for me fox, cum one last time as a boy, drain those silly little balls and let your thoughts flow out with it. Your mind will be empty after that. A blank slate for me to mold and craft into my toy. You won't be a person anymore, just a fleshlight with holes ready to take my dick, one day destined to be used and bred by every stallion in my stable."

Sedgwick whimpered, he didn't want to, but it all sounded so good. No more worries, no more thoughts, just an empty toy for his master to fill. He shuddered and tried to hold onto his thoughts but as his balls pulled up, he found it harder and harder to resist. He watched the dragon shift, and straighten up. He pushed the fox down on the desk, and he popped his own dick from the fleshlight's muzzle. The fox watched as the dragon's cock came into view, it was huge, thick, long, and ribbed... it would have put any horse to shame. He took the pointed tip to the fox's lips, and the fox began to suckle on it without question. He was taking it from both ends now, a thick tail in his ass and a cock in his muzzle.

"Come on fox, give in, let go... become my new toy," the dragon growled as he started to fuck the young fox's muzzle, his heavy balls slapping against the lad's chin. The young lad was amazed he could take it, it was like his body warped to fit that monstress shaft. The fox whimpered, and then he felt it, that burning building up in him and he knew he was done. His cock flexed and he started to cum, the most intense orgasm of his life shattering through him and taking his thoughts with it. Every thob of his dick took away more and more, erasing everything that made him Sedgwick and leaving just a toy. The dragon roared in desire, his wings flapping behind him, and just dick throbbing as he pumped his first sticky load into his new fleshlight...

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Sedgwick's head pounded, his body felt stiff, and he found even if he opened his eyes he could not see. His heart started to race and he found the waking world starting to crash in around him. It wasn't dark, there was something over his face. His body was sore, but that wasn't the reason he was stiff, he was trapped in something. He tried to pull against the unknown bonds holding him in place, he could feel leather digging into his fur, but he couldn't break free. He pushed up and his back hit a padded ceiling, which was matched by more padding under his knees and to the sides. The young fox was trapped in a kneeling position. He tried to scream, but all that came out was a gurgle around the steel ring in his muzzle.

He thrashed in the darkness, and flashes of last night began to come back to him. He remembered the road, the dragon, and the scents of that smoke... It was all hazy, and the more he thought, the harder it was to remember. It was like the act of trying to remember made the memories more unclear, the memories slipping away as he grasped for them.

"No, no, no!" he whined through his gag even though he was sure no one could really hear him.

He heard the creak of wood to his right, and then he felt himself shift in that direction. He heard two voices, one was the powerful voice of Saber cutting through the leather hood and the wood. It was clear to hear even through all of that padding.

"Thank you for joining me today, Baron Jaykar," Saber said. The coach shifted again, and another presence entered.

"You're most welcome, it's a long trip to the sapphire mines and we'll be better off with company. Besides, your carriage's... accessories... always make the time pass by in a breeze on the quarterly inspections."

"Ah," Saber said with a grin to his voice, "you're in luck today... this one is fresh. I just had a new sleeve installed last night."

"Ooooh, it's been an age since you did that. It wasn't since you snuck that last one off during the plague and it's wife died," Baron Jaykar said.

"Funny you should mention that," Saber said. The door to the coach shut, and a few moments later they began to move. "That was this one's sire... Unfortunately, this one was a more steer than a stud. I might milk him one day, and see if I can get a dam to continue on his line, but he might be the last of the branch. I'd just use his sire, but his balls have been abused for so many years, I'd be amazed if he shot anything other than blanks."

Sire? Dam? Sedgwick thought. He screamed into his gag as he realized what that meant. He'd met his father last night, his father who was still alive, and his dick had been buried inside of him... he... he was now his replacement, his dad put out to pasture while he was called on to be the new riding pony for the dragon.

"I wish I could handle my herd a 10th as well as you, they've always just sort of blended together after a while. But we all have our talents I suppose," Jaykar said. The rustling of clothing started to follow.

"It's a passion project, yes. I'm still fiddling with it, but one day maybe I'll get one that doesn't wear out after a few years. We'll have to see how long this one lasts," Saber said.

There was a soft click, and a hatch popped open in front of the fox's face and his rear. His ass was on display to the air and anyone that could have taken it. He got a breath of the coach's unfiltered air, and he could almost taste the dragon arousal hanging in the air. He whimpered, and he thrashed some, trying again to desperately get away, but there was nothing he could do.

"His muzzle is untrained I'm afraid, after this trip I'll install a ball paddle and give him some proper incentive to do his best, but for now you'll just have to do most of the work yourself," Saber said casually. There was the sound of a bottle being uncorked, and then the fox's eyes went wide as he felt a finger slip against his semi-virgin hole. It was still sore from the tail it'd had in it from last night, but the lube made one of the dragon's thick fingers slip in with ease. "Mmm just as stretchy as his sire used to be."

"No worries, I enjoy it when they gag around my shaft anyway..." Jaykar said.

The fox felt something rubbing against his face through the leather mask, he whimpered, tears welling in his covered eyes. He felt the thick rod pull back, and then he felt it brush against his lips: slimy and warm. He started to sob, but his cries were drowned out as that thick dragon cock began to slide into his muzzle, it wasn't too long, he soon found the dragon's soft crotch bumping into nose, and the dragon's warm balls resting against his chin. He was forced to taste every inch of it. That musky flavor rolling across his tongue, as he had to inhale the dragon's rich earthy scent, the dragon's large belly hanging over the bridge of his nose and giving him no escape from the smell. He could feel that slick cock start to slide back and forth as his muzzle was fucked. Not bred, not 'made love to', it was fucked.

Meanwhile the dragon was probing even deeper into his ass, adding one finger after another, teasing the pleasure spot inside of him that made him squirm in his bonds. His cock started to get hard against his will and that's when he realized something. There was a weight to his sheath, and he focused in on it. There was something metal around his bits, pulling against his balls as he started to drop from his sheath, and pain surging through his crotch as the metal cage that must be around his dick bit into his flesh. It was too small, way too small, he howled out in pain around the dragon's shaft, and that only made him fuck the fox's muzzle harder.

"Oh this one's mouth is heavenly," Jaykar said.

"Hopefully their ass is the same," the dragon said as he shifted his weight, the fox heard the desk above him creak as the dragon laid his weight across it, and then he felt the fingers slip from his ass. He felt the cock he'd seen the night before sliding between his cheeks and slick hole. He shuddered as he felt those knobby bits on the shaft teasing that pink bit of skin, before he felt the dragon pull back and that incredible heat from his tip press against his puckered rosebud. He whimpered, and without warning the dragon began to just slide into his new toy. The dragon groaned out in pleasure, and he slowly sank in inch by inch, stretching the poor boy open more and more as it went along. It was thicker and wider than the dragon's tail had been. There was nothing he could do, he was trapped, imprisoned as an object in a desk. He was like the leather strapped to one of the chair, a thing to be used, and abused until it needed to be replaced. He cried harder, tears pooling against the inside of the leather. He finally felt the dragon bottom out, and he was sucking in breath through his nose trying to pant, but only managing to inhale more of the other dragon's rich powerful musky scent. Then he felt it, he felt the man above him start to breed him, use him, that thick ridged cock sliding in and out of him while he was broken in from both ends.

He wasn't able to do anything but give in, his body went limp, and he let the dragon's use him. He closed his eyes for whatever good it did, and he felt himself pushed back and forth between the two giant thrusting lizards. He could hear them panting above him, both men lost in the moment of using their toy. He tried to think of better times, but each time an old memory passed before his eyes, it was sucked away, leaving just a husk. He vaguely remembered the dragon's words from last night, telling him to let his thoughts flow away when he'd cum, was that part of it? Did every memory make a bit more of his past flow from between his ears?

But was that so bad? He was a toy... toys didn't need memories after all. They just needed to open nice and wide for the men using them. Sedgewick whimpered, had those thoughts been his own or someone else's? Thinking was too hard... way too hard when there was a nice dragon dick in your muzzle, and another in your hole.

Jaykar's taste began to change, it felt sharper, his cock felt warmer, and his balls a little less floppy as they bounced against his fuzzy chin. He whined as he tried to brace himself for what was coming, and then it happened. A hot blast of dragon cum surge across his tongue, that powerful musky taste seeping into every inch of his muzzle, he tried to push some of it out with his tongue, but that just made the dragon thrust in deeper. Jaykar moaned above him, bottoming out in his throat. It felt like a hot mug of tea streaming down into his belly, and he gripped his hands into fists inside of their leather mitts as he took it. The dragon's orgasm began to subside, and he gave a sign of contentment as the fox's throat continued to milk his shaft.

"You know, Jakar," Saber mused, "It's almost like this one was destined for me. When my toy was a person, his name was sedgwick- like the name of a sheath. And now he gets to spend the rest of his days as a place for me to hilt my sword..."