Two reasons why showers rule!
Warning: This story contain tentacles on a lone male dragon. Rape imminent! Do not read if you are underage, or just don't like this type of shit. Failure to comply to the warnings above could result in being hunted down by a group of merciless government agents who may or may not take you away from your parents and toss you in a secret underground holding area, where vast numbers of needles will be stuck into your flesh for scientific purposes.
You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk...
This story goes against, and I mean MAJORLY AGAINST my normal set of topics. I've never even tried to do something like this and am quite new at it, but I have my reasons. One of those reasons being... this was done in large part, for a good and dear friend of mine. Whether this gets comments or not, I wrote it almost entirely for him (And a small bit for myself... damn you, fetishes! *Shakes fist*) and I REALLY hope he enjoys it. If you enjoy this story and comment, don't forget to put in a word of thanks for one of the two things that helped inspire it
*Dramatic drum roll*
Give this guy some loving if you like the story, K?
And of course, let's not forget the other insperation...
http://e621.net/post/show/75818/anal-anal_penetration-balls-dragon-javkiller-male-
And for those not familiar with the main character of this story...
http://www.sofurry.com/page/223480/user
Now... Enjoy the story, ya horny bastards XD
Alastar sighed softly as he entered the old mansion he called home, yawning from exhaustion, the drake didn't even bother to hang his jacket up and merely slipped it from his body and tossed it to the floor... of course, as always, it never even hit the ground. A skeletal hand appeared, as always, out of thin air, catching the jacket as the hand's owner materialized from the shadows in the doorway.
"Master, you really should take better care of clothing... for my sake at least. You always get so angry later when you find out your favorite jacket was trodden upon or that one of your weapons was damaged"
Alastar chuckled softly, his gaze turning briefly towards the draconic skeleton that, as always, was dressed in a rather old but well kept tuxedo "James, you really know me too well... sooner or later; you're going to have to find another master to greet and entertain. I'm sure you must be getting bored of me by now" the drake smiled as he walked towards the mansion's equivalent of a bathroom, which was a bit too large to simply be called by such. He didn't bother to reply to the skeleton further, not out of spite, but simply because he was tired and needed a bit of time to cool off... or in his case, heat up.
"Oh, never, Master, most would simply run in fear at the sight of me... and I can't stand dogs, such annoying little creatures... No, I think I shall remain in your service, most of the other creatures I have come into contact with were utterly dreadful" the skeleton turned, vanishing back into the shadows so as not to disturb the dragon.
Alastar eased the door open that led to the mansion's bathroom, a slight hint of anticipation in his movements as he stepped into the large room. For the most part, it looked like your standard bathroom... tub, toilet, sink, a few shelves... only the tub and shower had the capacity to accommodate a good ten creatures of various sizes, and there were actually a total of three toilets and three sinks as well. The entire room was painted a simple white, nothing fancy, but with a bathroom like this, who needed a bunch of colors? The drake eyed the tub almost longingly as he began stripping, starting with his T-shirt, then moving on to his belt, then boots, and finally, his jeans slipped to the tiled floor. He didn't bother hanging the clothes up, but as his jeans slipped off, a soft "thunk" sounded, which drew his attention. Now, his clothing making noise when it hit the ground wasn't uncommon as he carried enough weaponry to win a war, but this wasn't the average sound he heard from metal hitting the floor. Alastar's face took on a curious expression as he reached a hand into one of the pockets and withdrew it, holding a small wooden box...
"Huh... I almost forgot about this thing... wonder what it is..." he mumbled absently before walking over to the tub and setting the box down. He was about to step in but ended up taking a few steps back and stopping in front of the bathroom's mirror. Now... Alastar wasn't what one would call "vain" but he did occasionally take the time to enjoy his looks, and as any dragon did, he took pride in keeping his scales and horns shining "Hm... well, doesn't seem like I'm losing any of my charm and build anytime soon" he chuckled, gazing at himself for a few moments. In the mirror stood a red scaled dragon, his scales shone in the light of the room. The color was almost blood red in some places, and more of a darker cherry red in others. The scales on his chest however were an almost mustard yellow, but they still shone despite their appearance. These yellow scales went all the way down to his chest and continued on his groin and the underside of his tail. He took a moment to run a clawed hand through his black hair, which he almost always kept quite short at no more than an inch or so. He was a bit more careful once his hand reached the black spikes that protruded from the back of his and ran down his back before ending about half way down his tail. He may have been what some would call "tough" but that didn't mean he was taking any chances with those spikes, hence the caution. Being that he normally took part in quite a number of battles, he liked to keep them sharp, and while they weren't quite up to par with his knives, a wrong move could leave one with a rather nasty cut or stab wound. His dark blue eyes stared back at him as he flexed his arms a few times, grinning. Alastar wasn't what one would call body builder material, but he had enough muscle to pick up a few girls here and there and show off occasionally if the need arose... of course, that wasn't normally his style, but dragons could occasionally have a moment of vanity here and there. But his muscles weren't really what he took pleasure in... that honor went to his horns... well, those... and a certain object concealed in his genital slit... A total of six grew from his skull, four smaller ones and two large ones. These were always kept polished and sharp... not surprisingly enough, he'd had a few try to kill him for those horns... ivory was rather valuable... a dragon's horns made ivory seem like worthless junk in comparison.
Satisfied with nothing in particular, the drake finally turned away from the mirror and walked over to the tub, lifting a leg up, he jumped in and shivered as the cold porcelain came into contact with his foot pads. Being cold blooded occasionally sucked, but fortunately, he had the advantage of being a fire dragon, but that didn't really help in cases like these. He immediately turned one of the knobs, sighing in relief as his body was almost instantly drenched in steaming hot water from the shower's nozzle. Within a few moments, the entire bathroom was filled with steam, and by moments I mean... it was filled with steam before he'd even shut the glass door in the shower due to the temperature of the water.
"Oohhh yea... that's better" Alastar almost moaned the words, his eyes drifting closed as he just stood still, letting the steaming hot water flow over his form, washing the dirt from his body. He took a few moments just to enjoy the heat, but after that, he remembered the box. Still curious as to its contents, seeing as he hadn't been told what was in it by the friend that have given it to him, Alastar slid the glass door open a tad and reached for the box. He wasn't normally the type to slip up, but as he started to grab the small box and pull it towards him, he slipped on the porcelain, nearly falling, but he quickly caught himself. His sudden slip however was enough to make his drop the box as his hands and arms shot out for support, and it tumbled to the ground, its contents spilling out and quickly going down the drain.
"Dammit..." he cursed and then sighed, shaking his head as he bent down and picked up the now empty box, gazing into it in the hopes that something was left. Sadly, whatever in the box was now gone and would likely end up in a water treatment plant in a few hours or days... "Just my luck... I was curious too" Curious was putting it lightly, but the box's contents being lost wouldn't be the end of the world... he could always ask the one who had given it to him what was in it later. The drake went back to concentrating on his shower and the water, the soap could wait for now, he just wanted to enjoy himself for a few moments. It didn't take him all that long to forget about the lost contents of the mysterious box, the steaming water relaxing him to the point where he felt like falling asleep. He'd done this once however, and it hadn't ended well... turns out that tails tend to drift towards the drain, and after the drake had woken up with his bathroom and a good fourth of the mansion flooded, he'd vowed never to get TOO comfortable in the shower again.
"I really should do this more often" he mumbled softly, letting his paws caress his body, almost to the point of being sensual, but he knew he was alone, so there wasn't any need to be modest... and there was no denying what felt good. He couldn't help but wish he had someone to do this for him, to rub his body and caress his scales while enjoying the water's steaming embrace. These few simple thoughts, along with his gentle caressing were enough to put him past the point of relaxation, replacing it with a tad of lust and desire, just enough to cause his reptilian member to poke from its slit. He glanced down, the stirring in his loins almost unexpected, but welcomed at the same time "Well now, look who decided to show up for the party" he chuckled, grinning as his paws began to slide up his legs towards his dragonmeat. Perhaps the fact that he talked to his dick was one of the reasons he was considered slightly insane... but... it was normal for dragons, right? That's about the same reasoning he used whenever he caught himself doing it, having never delved that deep into the lives of other male dragons, or any other male of any species for that matter, he honestly didn't know... it was normally easier to just go with the insane plea though. Alastar was quick to forget it though as his right paw caressed the smooth flesh of his cock, inciting a soft moan from the drake. His left paw was quick to follow, but it changed course before reaching his throbbing member, instead slowly drifting towards his rump. The heat and desire that were quickly filling his body begged for release, and he wasn't about to deny his body what it craved, especially when what his body craved was one of his favorite activities. As his right paw began stroking his member rather slowly, his left continued to move over his rump, finally coming to stop at the base of his tail, where it was quick to drop down a few inches. He shivered in slight anticipation as he raised his tail slightly, his paw sliding under it and stopping as it reached his butt-cheeks. His paws were already damn, so he knew he wouldn't need any lube and simply allowed his paw to continue on its path. Alastar stopped however, something becoming apparent to him as he continued stroking himself for a few more brief moments before finally stopping and glancing down.
"What the...?" The drake stared down into the tub, his gaze upon the slowly rising water, a look of confusion forming on his face as he tried to figure out what was causing the plug with a simple glance "Huh... That's weird..." He knelt down, getting onto his paws and knees before lowering his head to gaze into the drain. He didn't see anything, yet something was obviously plugging the drain, and it had been fine before he... "Dammit..." Alastar had already forgotten about the box, and now figured that whatever had been in that box had plugged up the drain "I fucking hate plumbing..." he sighed, his right paw drifting towards the drain, index finger extended in the hopes that he'd be able to simply fish out whatever had clogged the drain and be done with it. The drake stopped however, arching a brow as the shower suddenly cut off, leaving him to sit in a pool of water without so much as even a bit of comfort from the steaming water now "What the fuck?! Come on! Jeeze, who the fuck did I piss off to get this kind of luck?" he grumbled, staring up at the showerhead that had ceased its one and only function "Where's a fuckin Italian plumber when you need one?" he mumbled, slowly starting to stand, but again the drake stopped, his eyes darting back to his paw as he felt resistance, but more than that... he felt something curling around his finger. His eyes widened in surprise as he spotted a slender pink appendage clinging to his finger and slowly curling up his paw.
He couldn't help but to arch a brow, blinking several times as he gazed towards the source of the pinkish appendage... his drain? The drake shook his head, wondering if he was dreaming, or perhaps inhaled some kind of chemical, but he quickly shook his head, knowing this to not be the case. He could always tell when he was having a dream, at least the weird kind, and this was no dream... His gaze shifted back to the appendage, a curious, and quite dumbfounded expression on his face as he stared at it, watching as it continued to curl around his paw, slowly working its way up the drake's arm. Just as he'd managed to pull out of his stupor, Alastar grunted as he felt something hit his head and bounce off, splashing into the water a moment late. He glanced down quickly, spotting the submerged showerhead before glancing up, his eyes widening again as he spotted a second pinkish appendage slithering from the shower's pipe "I think I need to have a word with my plumber..." His shock at finding two tentacles crawling, or rather, slithering out of his house's plumbing began to fade, leaving in its place a desire to get the fuck away from these things, whatever the fuck they were. For all he knew, they could spit acid or have a few thousand razor sharp teeth, and he wasn't about to stick around to find out. He started to reach for the glass door with his right hand, naturally, but as soon as he tried to move his arm in that direction, he received a staggering amount of pressure from the tentacle wrapped around his arm as it began constriction the drake's arm like a boa. It wasn't so much the pain that registered in his mind when he tried to move as it was the fact that the appendage holding him didn't budge more than an inch, despite the drake's use of force and his haste. He again tried to pull his arm away, only to have more pressure applied. Never one to head warnings, he started to try again, his gaze on that tentacle around his arm, but before he even had a chance, that second tentacle he'd spotted but seemingly forgotten about slithered down and quickly curled around his neck. The drake gasped in surprise as he felt the appendage on his scales, a bit of fear now showing on his face as he felt that appendage curling around his neck, the realization that it could easily crush his windpipe becoming apparent. There was something he noticed rather quickly as that tentacle continued coiling around his neck... the appendage was slimy. At first he thought it was just water, but the slickness was anything but, and he could easily tell water from whatever this thing was covered in.
Alastar didn't dare move now! The tentacle on his arm having giving him a brief demonstration of what it was capable of doing. Whatever this thing was, it was strong, and while he figured he could kill it under normal circumstances, these were anything but "normal" circumstances. His nervousness grew quickly as the tentacle on his arm continued slithering up it, its grip loosening now that its "prey" had stopped resisting. The drake's eyes remained wide, quite a bit of fear on his face as he watched in fearful silence, praying that the tentacle around his neck didn't decide to end his life this very moment. Once that tentacle around his arm had reached his shoulder, it paused, as if unsure of what to do next. The tentacle almost seemed to stare at the drake's face, although he lack of eyes or any other form of apparent sensory equipment made Alastar gulp... he'd figured he'd be sweating right now, if it weren't for the fact that reptiles didn't exactly have sweat glands. His eyes darted from one thing to the next, trying to formulate a plan of escape, but even as the previously arm-bound tentacle began to slither down his chest, he failed to come up with a means of escape that wouldn't leave him dead. The drake's thoughts were suddenly cuts short as he realized something and quickly looked down, his eyes widening in stunned horror as he watched that lone tentacle curl around his still erect member, causing the drake to moan, much to his dismay "Oh please, no, not there! Not my cock..." His fear came from the fact that he still didn't know what this thing was, if it had any kind of teeth under that seemingly weak pink flesh, then he could lose his best friend rather painfully. He started to move, panting in both fear and lust as a bit of his previous heat resurfaced due to the tentacle's caress, but was quickly reminded of the tentacle wrapped around his neck as a slight bit of pressure was applied, making him gag. He could only stare in fear, hoping that his fears would not be realized, that this strange creature wouldn't have any teeth...
Alastar couldn't help but to sigh massively in relief as the tentacle seemed to lose interest in the drake's meat, but he didn't have any time to enjoy the moment of respite as that tentacle once again began moving over his body, inciting another soft moan from the drake as it brushed over his cock once more. He watched with rapt attention, another wave of horror hitting him as he realized where the tentacle was heading "Ah crap... this can't be Ooooohhhhhh...." His speech was cut short, replaced a long, drawn out moan as that tentacle suddenly darted under his tail, rubbing over the drake's rump sensually as it made its way to the final destination. Alastar didn't have time to worry, he didn't have time to think, he didn't even have time to fully realize what was going on as that lone tentacle suddenly plunged itself past his cheeks and directly into his tight tail hole! He gasped, too shocked to react in any other way to this situation as the tentacle delved deeper into his rump, showing no mercy to the unwilling prey it had come across. This in turn was more than enough to cause a sudden shot of cum from his member as the tentacle pushed past his prostate rather forcefully. His surprised gasp quickly turned into a moan of sheer euphoric delight however, all his fears being forced from his mind faster than the tentacle had managed to force itself into his body. He felt his legs wobbling and tried to correct it, but the sudden pleasure that was racking his body as that tentacle prodded deeper into his rear was too much and his legs buckled from under him. The drake was rather surprised when he felt himself caught, quickly becoming aware of the second tentacle. He hadn't even noticed that it had removed itself from his neck and wrapped around his chest and waist instead, its tapered tip resting on his right shoulder now. He turned his head slightly, trying to get a look at the tentacle lodged in his ass, but he couldn't quite see what was going on, and each time he managed to nearly turn enough to actually see, the tentacle pushed in even deeper, making him lose what little desire he had to know what was going on.
He finally resigned himself to his fate, neither caring now nor having much of a desire to break free from the tentacles that bound him, it wasn't like he had much of a desire to escape right now anyways. His gaze however did drift down to his belly, watching as it became slightly distended as the tentacle continued to push into the drake, making him wonder both when it would stop, and how long the thing actually was. The feeling caused by that tentacle wasn't really unpleasant, it wasn't comfortable either though, more or less it was just a rather new feeling. He couldn't help but grin at the situation, here he was, in his own house, in his shower, suspended above several inches of water, with one tentacle in his ass and another curled around his body, holding him aloft. His amusement however wasn't able to remain in his thoughts for long as the tentacle suddenly began withdrawing, and within a few seconds it pulled out of his rump with a wet and rather lewd *Squelch*
Alastar was quick to realize two things as the tentacle removed itself from his rear. The first being that he was panting heavily, something he hadn't noticed, along with being rather short of breath. His face was a darker shade of red, almost purple as well, but he couldn't see this of course. The second thing being that, once removed, he almost immediately began to miss the feeling of being filled. He found it odd, this feeling that suddenly came to light in his pleasure fogged mind, and it brought a bit of reasoning back into the drake as to why he would miss such a thing. It wasn't seriously comfortable, having a tentacle slither into your bowers, but it was a new experience, and an odd one at that... one that he decided, after several moments of thought, that he could grow to like. The drake couldn't help but to glance down at his member, although he could feel that he was still plenty hard without looking, that didn't stop him from wanting to see the results. The single cum-shot that he'd fired had landed in the water, or so he guessed, and apparently already dissolved, but his cock was leaking a copious amount of pre into the water, clouding the once clear water up rather quickly as the drake's seed diffused into the warm water. His thoughts were, once again, interrupted, and while he was a bit more prepared for the interruption this time, the drake was far from completely prepared. The sound that followed was something between a shout and a heated, and extremely loud moan as the tentacle thrusted into his rump once more, his only warning being a slight twitching of the appendage before it made the plunge. The drake's maw opened wise, his pleasured moans flowing freely as the tentacle began to thrust in and out of his rump, quickly building up a steady pace. It was then that the other tentacle, which had been nearly unmoving up to this point and done nothing aside from hold the drake up, decided to finally make its move. Just as the drake's maw had opened, the tentacle that was curled around his body began to move, the head, which had been resting on his shoulder, wasted no time in rising up and darting past the drake's scaly lips. His eyes widened once again, the shock he'd felt before as the first tentacle had invaded his ass repeating itself once more as he felt the second tentacle dart into his maw.
Alastar couldn't help but to gag, he didn't like things invading his mouth without his consent, worse yet, the tentacle didn't seem satisfied with simply invading his mouth and began to slither towards the back of its throat. While the appendage was only about two, maybe three inches in circumference and wasn't the biggest thing he'd ever had in his mouth, the fact that he wasn't able to chew it out of fear of being crushed made it all the worse. A thought crossed his mind, although thinking wasn't easy right now, what with having a tentacle in his ass that was constantly pounding into him. The drake clamped his mouth shut, not hard, he was far too worried about being strangled for that, he just bit down hard enough to cause a slight bit of discomfort should the tentacle continue to move, relying on his razor sharp teeth to give the strange creature enough of a reason not to continue on its present course. The tentacle slowed slightly, but didn't stop completely. Another thought crossed his mind, one that made no sense, but seeing as he was out of options and rather fearful of being suffocated, he decided to try it anyways. His next action was, in every thought process in his mind, a futile attempt, but he did it anyways. Alastar began suckling on the tentacle, it was an odd course of action, one that he couldn't think why he had decided to go with it aside from desperation, but the tentacles seemed to react to his actions, perhaps if they felt pain or, in the case he was hoping for, pleasure, he could keep this second tentacle from killing him. The tentacle continued for a few brief moments, Alastar beginning to suck harder as he felt it slowing, the action wasn't easy considering he was stifling a constant stream of moans due to being rutted by the other tentacle, but he managed to pull it off. The tentacle in his mouth finally stopped its decent, the drake's furious and constant sucking seeming to convince whatever mind that controlled these things to remain in place instead of going deeper.
One down... one to go...
He couldn't really look around now, and while he wanted to get an assessment of the current situation to formulate a plan of escape... Alastar almost laughed but refrained himself from doing so. The thought of escape, while it presented itself due to a number of things, one of those being fear of death, wasn't exactly something he really WANTED to do. True, he was worried, but the pleasure that was coursing through his body was something he didn't want to cease, and while the drake could have specified a better position for the current situation, he wasn't about to argue with pure euphoric bliss. His enjoyment, despite a few earlier worries, was clear, the proof was at the groin. Alastar's cock continued leaking pre-cum, albeit the rate was beginning to slow as he was slowly starting to near his peak. The drake had his hands full, not literally, with the twin tentacles at this point, but even through his pleasure fogged thoughts, something else was beginning to surface... the need for release. Having his ass pounds by a tentacle that was slimy and rather wide was comfortable and all, and he couldn't deny the pleasure that was coming from having his prostate stimulated by that tentacle, but in the end, it all came back to his cock, which had been left alone for almost the entire time... and the drake's desires for a speedy release were quickly building. His paws, having had little to do at this point other than occasionally move around in the hopes of stopping the rape that was occurring now had a purpose, and they both moved to fulfill that purpose with the utmost haste!
As his paws quickly drifted down and grasped his rock hard, dripping member, he wanted to moan so badly, to just let it out, but he had no choice but to continue sucking on the tentacle in his muzzle, still quite worried about the prospect of it delving deeper. He was even more worried about what would happen when he hit his peak, the idea of having to hold back on anything making him nervous, but these thoughts didn't make him nervous enough to stop. His paws and the grip they held loosened slightly, just enough to allow him to begin stroking his hard cock. He had barely gotten, maybe five strokes at most when he felt the tentacle in his ass pull almost all the way out of his hole and thrust in once more before he became aware of a warm sensation filling his once tight tail hole. At almost the same time, he felt, or rather tasted, some kind of liquid shooting into his mouth and down his throat, apparently emanating from the tentacle that he'd been sucking on. Alastar didn't have time to dwell on the taste however, whatever had just happened was quickly put to the back of his mind as he felt a tingling in his member. The buildup of pressure that had been the results of what had happened was now released before he had time to react, spraying the drake's seed into his awaiting paws. Rope after sticky rope of dragon cum erupted from the tip of his cock as his orgasm hit full force. His body seized up, pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced even in his wildest dreams colliding with him head on without even slowing. The tentacle in his muzzle withdrew itself, allowing the drake to finally moan without fear of reprisal, and moan he did, his pent up lust finally being set free, along with every bit of cum he'd been carrying.
Had the tentacles released him at this point, he would have likely slumped over like a ragdoll into the murky, cum clouded water. Luckily however, they instead lowered him gently into the lukewarm water onto his back before both retreated. His eyes had already drifted closed, a few soft, pleasured whimpers emanating from the drake still as his orgasm finally subsided. As darkness began to engulf him, he was aware of a number of things; his paws being covered in his own seed, along with the feeling of something warm and wet dripping from his ass. The last thought that passed through his mind was actually a wish... Alastar REALLY hoped those things, whatever they had been, would come back.
Well then, that's it, thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed the show. Being that this was my first attempt at writing a pornographic story of any kind, I would appreciate any advice. While this was done for a friend, that doesn't mean I don't want to get better... and possibly do more in the future.