The Alchemist's Study
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This was a gift written and given to me by my loving kitten pet, Cyr.
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Chapter One: An Unwelcoming Introduction
I finally woke up from what seemed to be a never ending dream, clearing my eyes with my paw. There was a throbbing pain at the back of my head that began to pulse when I rubbed it. Confused and weary, I looked up at my surroundings.
"Where the hell am I?" I sat up along the rest of the couch
My body lay resting in a large dark grey couch and above it was a small ceiling fan spinning lazily. Odd furnishings filled the room and shelves were filled to the brim with books. Loose pieces of paper stuck out of several different books, there was even a desk scattered with them. There were no windows, only a soft light overhead along with a few powered off lamps. Wherever I was it looked like some sort of study.
Where was I exactly? Had I somehow stumbled into some strangers home? I got to my feet, feeling a bit woozy. Everything in the roomed seemed a bit strange, the furnishings looked old but the room gave off a modern vibe. The rather large desk had caught my attention; it was covered in notebooks and beakers of strange liquid. I picked up the notebook and began flipping through the pages, bearing overdrawn equations and a strange language I was not familiar with. I grabbed a beaker, holding it at eye level and swirling the liquid inside around wondering what it was with a pursed lip. It felt for a second like I was in some sort of science fiction book thrown back about 60 years into the past.
"I see you've finally recovered" A voice bellowed through the room.
Startled, I nearly jumped into the air. Quickly dropping the notebook on the desk I swung my head around to the sigh of a young red dragon standing at the door. He was noticeably tall, almost reaching the doorframe he stood under.
"Uh---Hello?" I managed to spout, grabbing my shoulder to stop shaking from the dragon's greeting.
The dragon let out a soft chuckle and gestured me to him. "I suppose you don't remember what happened do you?"
I shook my head in response, unsure what to do or who this strange dragon was. "I um---sorry but I don't really know what's going on. I just woke up here and I'm just tr-"
The dragon interrupted me with another soft chuckle. "Don't worry about that right now. How about you come into the kitchen and get something to drink. We can go ahead and discuss things a bit later."
"Sure, why not." I said
Moments later I followed him down a hallway out of the room, hoping he wasn't angry about my snooping. We passed a few closed doors and into the opening of a kitchen. He offered me a seat at a rather large table---it seemed almost out of place seeing as the kitchen was a bit cozy to say the least.
A buzzing television in another room caught my attention as I awkwardly sat in silence. I couldn't quite make out any words though, it seemed like mostly static. The dragon rummaged through a fridge and pulled out a large bottle and cup. He filled up a glass with the large unlabeled bottle, which looked to be some sort of fruit drink.
"Here, I'm sure you're thirsty" He placed the glass down in front of me and I looked into the rippling blue liquid.
"What's wrong?" The dragon huffed
"Oh, nothing" I grabbed the glass and took a sip not wanting to seem impolite.
"So then, why am I he-"
The dragon interrupted me again. "You know, a lot of people stop by here, but you're the first white tiger to pass along."
He took a seat in the chair opposite of me, resting his arms on the table. His white underbelly contrasted brightly against the dark wooden table.
"Yes it seems I'm quite popular around these parts. I never really have much time to myself."
I looked blankly at him, then at my cup taking another sip. Whatever he had given me it was actually quite good, like a sparkling blueberry soda.
"But the interesting thing about these visitors is they don't pertain to my interests, not a single one showing even the slightest potential. Well I suppose that wouldn't really be anything interesting about them now would it. It's upsetting is what it is---rather frustrating to be blunt about it. "
Whatever he was going on about I wasn't really in the mood to listen. My head was throbbing and I still had no clue where I was or why the hell I woke up here.
"Listen you seem like a nice guy and all, but can you please answer some questions for me?"
The dragon's eyes met mine. I quickly moved my glance back to my fading beverage.
"Where are my manners; I've been doing all the talking. Please, go ahead. "
"R-ight. Well---where am I?" What happened to me? Who are you exactly? I began churning out random questions, hoping to shed some light on this strange situation.
"Why you're home of course"
An unsettling tension went through my gut as I made what was probably the stupidest face ever dawned in confusion. He must have misheard the question. I couldn't figure out if this was some strange dream or a prank by my idiot friends---who the hell was this guy?
"What are you talking about?"
"Ok, listen, I'm really not in the mood to joke around. Can you please just give me a straight answer to my question?"
I took the last sip of my drink, resting the cup back onto the table. The throbbing at the back of my head was beginning to fade; however, my thoughts were becoming slower. Was the beverage spiked with something? I felt like I was buzzed and my body began to relax on its own.
"I'll tell you once more." The dragon said sternly
"You're home. You were napping on the couch."
The dragon grabbed a book lying on the kitchen counter, opening it up and began reading. I couldn't figure this guy out---what was he trying to pull? I'm not an idiot. I don't live here and I've never met this person in my life.
"Well that's fine then." I slammed my paw against the table, rattling the cups. The clanging sound stirred throughout the kitchen and the awkward situation only grew worse.
"Fuck you and fuck this weird ass house. I'm going home."
I felt bad saying what I did, but I was already tired of this. All I wanted to do was get home and go back to sleep, wanting to forget about this whole incident. The chair screaked against the tile as I got up and started walking past the table towards the nearest room. Following the television buzz as it continuously hummed in static.
After taking a few steps I noticed I was a bit off balance but It was no big deal; I've walked home wasted plenty of times before. This would be nothing.
"Where exactly do you think you're going Cyr? The dragon suddenly called out.
I froze mid-step causing me to almost fall over in reaction.
"Wait what?" How do you know my name? Oh I get it. You're Allen's friend aren't you."
"I knew that idiot had something to do with this. Well you know what? I'm tired of his immature bullshit and I'm not gonna take it anymore. Hell, I'm going over there right now and ---."
Once again the dragon interrupted me growling. "I suggest you fix that attitude and start learning your place or we're going to have a problem."
"Now, sit boy." He commanded, nodding at the chair.
What did he just say to me? I took a step towards the table, ready to tell him off, but suddenly something strange happened. My body had been persuaded into moving back to where I previously sat. Something in the back of my head told me to sit back down and listen---what the hell was going on? I plopped back down into the chair with a baffled look on my face as the dragon flipped to another page in his book.
"Good boy." He softened his tone with a smile.
"What the hell did you do to me? What's happening to my body?" I dug my claws into the table with a growl.
"Well you see, I'm sort of what you'd call an alchemist. " He turned the page of his book as he skimmed through the strange language.
"For centuries alchemy has been somewhat taboo and misunderstood, but I've come to learn of its power through study and experimentation. I suppose you could call it a hobby of mine, I've developed and studied many concoctions. There's one in particular I've been meaning to perfect. Sadly, my attempts so far have been somewhat of a disappointment."
"That's all very interesting but it has nothing to do with me, so if you'll excuse me I need to get home." I said, becoming irritated by the dragon still twisting and turning around my questions.
"I'll tell you this once more kitten, you're already home. You've nowhere else to go; nor do you have any need to do so."
My body felt like it was going through sporadic bursts of energy but I wasn't actually moving. It felt like my heart was racing and then slowing to halt, and my thoughts were racing at the speed of light yet crawling at a snail's pace What exactly was he trying to perfect anyways, why bother wasting my time with such nonsense? I had no interest in whatever he was up to.
"Follow me" He said, lifting himself up from the table.
He took the book with and headed back to the strange study room I had woken up in.
"I..."
Lost for words at the moment, the small voice inside my head was again insistent on following him. I could resist the voice but it was quite bothersome not to comply. While sitting there I began to develop a headache. Finally the voice became annoying enough to the point where I decided to give in and follow the dragon back to his study.
Padding through the hallway I noticed the several other closed doors again, wondering what was held inside. Upon reaching the doorframe I stood there watching the dragon move to the desk. He reached over to grab a pencil and started shuffling things around.
"Ah, there it is."
He spoke to himself while pulling out a larger book even larger in volume than before. Some of the text on the cover was faded away and the corners had not aged well.
"I need to continue with some research, but you can make yourself useful."
The dragon wasn't even looking back at me, simply concentrating on his work instead. He got up to pull out his chair and gestured me with a claw.
"I could really use some stress release seeing as how busy I've been these past few days. Be a good kitten and alleviate this problem of mine won't you?"
I glared. "Fuck off, pervert."
I had played along this far but this is where I had to draw the line.
The dragon growled. "Bad boy"
Suddenly a small shock had run through my balls forcing me to let out a yelp of pain in surprise. Even lasting the quick second it did, it still made its presence quite clear.
"What the hell was that?" I thought to myself
The tiny voice was becoming louder as I remained hesitantly standing in the doorway. The slithering sounds of its growing presence lashed inside my ears, making me twitch and crinkle them. I blinked away a blurry image of the dragon.
"Call me that again and I'll kill you." I began grinding my teeth out of anger. "I don't know who you are. And I don't care who you are. There's no way I'm agreeing to this bullshit, you'd be insane to---"
"Bad boy" The dragon called once more.
Another shock of pain ran through my balls. The voice became almost impossible to ignore, like a symphony in my head. It wasn't so much the loudness of the voice that rose but the continuation of its suggestion and teasing in my ear. I couldn't think about anything but the voice which spewed nothing but praise for the dragon. Encouragement to obey was harmonized. I let out a groan of pain from the seemingly stronger second shock, holding onto the doorframe and attempting to regain my balance.
"Things will only get worse if you continue disobeying. Now do as you're told and get over here."
Fearing another shock to my singing private area I regretfully made my way over the desk with my tail between my legs.
"Good, you're finally starting to understand." He smirked. "Now take a seat underneath me at the desk. There's plenty of room for you. "He smirked.
I ducked down under the desk and sat down on the carpet, the dragon standing overhead. His vibrant red scales and white underbelly were taking up most of my field of vision. Once the dragon sat back down in the chair, I noticed there was indeed a bit of room for me to maneuver around, so I made myself comfortable the best I could. That was a difficult task though because his crotch was basically eye level, making me squirm with an uneasy feeling.
He spoke to himself for a moment above; I winced at the sound of a book slamming down against the wooden top above.
"Ok kitten, you may begin pleasing me."
Grimacing at the words, I sat there for a moment as the voice continued to coo. The voice felt like it was right outside my ear, whispering loudly into my eardrum with a dancing tongue. Whatever this voice was it had become abundantly clear the dragon influenced it.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I didn't say you could take your time."
Fearing another shock, I moved up onto my knees towards the dragon. My paws moved to his thighs and rested on them. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I knew I didn't really have much of a choice for now.
Slowly I began to rub his sheath with my pads. I took notice of the rather large orbs resting below---he was quite a gifted dragon so to speak. Continuing to rub his sheath I became caught up noticing his silky smooth scales, soft against the light of the room. He was actually pretty good looking now that I thought about it. He was a maniac that I wanted to strangle at this point, but pretty good looking.
He let out a sigh of content as his tip began slipping out of its home. Was I really doing this? This can't be happening right? I was arousing some strange dragon I'd never met before under a damned desk---what the hell is wrong with me? Nothing about this seemed to make any sense, nor seem real.
"Good boy. Put your paws hard to work in getting me nice and hard."
Trying to calm this incredibly annoying voice running through my head and diverting another painful shock, I complied. While running my pad around his fleshy tip I continued squeezing at the overfilled sheath that fit my paw so well. Soon at least 5 inches of his cock had slipped out and I began to stroke him slowly. I hadn't had much experience with others, but I sure as hell knew how to paw a cock from years of my own personal sessions.
Blushing, I began to notice how large the dragon really was, running up along the sensitive veins. I didn't know why I suddenly felt so right about this. A full feeling had begun to slowly replace the nagging groggy sensations. Was this part of some strange elixir he was talking about that was given to me?
"What a good kitten. See, I knew you could obey me"
He let out a soft moan, becoming fully hard. His length stood proudly before me, leaving me a bit awestruck. I said nothing in response, just focusing on the throbbing cock in front of my nose. The air was beginning to fill with the dragon's scent; all of my senses were being led by his arousal.
"I bet you want a taste. Go ahead and have one kitten."
I grabbed his shaft tightly and angled it towards my muzzle, moving on my knees closer and resting my other paw on him. My mouth began to salivate. Honestly, I didn't know if it was from lust or the strange drug at this point. All I knew was I wanted it badly.
The tip pressed against my thin tiger lips and I began lapping it several times, circling around at a moderate speed. There was something strange about the dragon's member. The surprisingly pleasant taste left me wanting more with each lick.
"If you bite there will be severe consequences, understand boy?" He said in a harsh tone.
"Y-yes"
My rough tongue moved up from the base once more as I took the fleshy tip into my maw. It wasn't really something I was ready for; my muzzle was already becoming filled. I eased in the first few inches, slowly bobbing my head. Though unaware of what would happen after this, I didn't really care. The only thing taking over my thoughts was this dragon's huge member invading my maw, suckling as a drop of pre hit my tongue.
The seed spurred across my taste buds, causing me to become fully erect. He began to push at the back of my throat as I took in even more of the dragon flesh. After gagging slightly I eased up, moving back to the tip with rough licks around the throbbing phallus.
"Keep at it; your muzzle feels so great against my cock. I knew I had a good feeling about this one." He exclaimed. "Just take it in. Appreciate the privilege of being allowed to please such a generous dragon." He breathing became heavier.
The dragon's cock reflected in my little eyes as my saliva was mixing with pre. I was being portrayed as this dragon's bitch and I couldn't muster up a single care at the moment. His powerful scent mixing with the strange drug sent my lustful feelings over the edge.
"Faster my kitten, show me how much you're enjoying sucking me off. Prove to me you're worthy of pleasing such a well-deserving cock."
With the voice still humming inside my head I moved back onto his length quickly. I was dripping with pre myself and I began moving my free paw towards its begging throbs, starting to stroke myself quickly. Letting out a gasp of pleasure, I was overturned by those dreaded words once again.
"Bad boy"
My pleasure instantly turned to pain as another blinding shock hit my balls. Pulling off the dragon, I let out a cry of anguish.
"Your task was to please my cock, not yours. Unless given permission I don't want you touching yourself, got it?" The dragon said
I squeezed my eyes shut, tensing my face muscles. My aching balls embraced my entire body's sensors.
"I didn't hear an answer." He hissed.
The dragon was becoming more hostile than before---what had I gotten myself into?
"Y-yes" I managed to squeak, releasing my grip from my cock. "I understand"
"Refer to me as Master from now on. I want to hear you say it: "Yes Master, I understand."
I clenched my paw into a fist as I continued breathing heavily, only continuing to take in more hot fumes from the dragon's musk.
"Yes, Master. I understand." I responded in as clear a tone as possible.
I just wanted to wake up. I wanted this to be nothing more than an over-exaggerated nightmare that I'd wake up from any minute now.
"Good. Good boy. Now get back to your work and milk me as hard as you can. You want every drop spurting into that pathetic muzzle of yours don't you?" He taunted.
"Yes, Master." I said in a defeated voice.
The sensations of pawing spurred around my body, only to be ignored. The voices whispered into my conscious state pushing me not to stop sucking. Wincing, I moved back up to the dragon's still rock hard cock, pressing it into my muzzle. Once again I my maw was filled with the warm flesh.
The sound of the television buzzing in the other room was replaced with slushing and suckling. Fear of solidarity had begun to strike me. I was not in the company of anyone but the dragon, completely vulnerable.
The chair began to creak as the dragon shifted his hips around in response to my tongue; he suddenly rested one of his paws on the top of my head. The dragon began leading me further down onto him as he continued jotting things down in a notebook. How he was able to continue doing research at the same time as this I'd never understand.
"I'm getting close my kitten, excellent work. Purr for your Master. Use your body for my pleasure." He hissed.
I began to purr as the dragon edged closer and closer. The tip of his length hit the top of my maw sending it vibrations all the way down his shaft. Very few can resist the purrs of a feline, seeing as it really plays at the sensitivity of those with even the greatest endurance. He forced me as far down his length until my nose hit his sheath, entering my throat and lightly humping into me.
He began growling and hissing in pleasure. "Take every inch of your Master's cock you little slut. Every drop of pre, every feeling you have is mine to control. You're cute little muzzle is mine to enjoy and I assure you I will take full advantage of it. "
"Paw me as well kitten, and hurry up." He demanded.
As I began to paw his already lubricated cock he groaned in response. Spreading his wings, the dragon began to hump faster in rhythm with my paw gripping onto the desk. I could hear claws filing into the desk above me.
"Don't spill a single drop of my precious seed kitten. Drink it all down. " He cooed.
The large dragon let out a roar echoing through the room as a spurt of cream gushed into my muzzle. I had to swallow quickly as the dragon's balls unloaded string after string of thick cream down my throat. It must have been at least a cup full as I gulped down yet another mouthful.
"Hah, I haven't cum like that in months. What an excellent little kitten you are." He praised me under heavy breaths. "I may be able to keep this one after all."
My stomach filled with the dragon's seed as a few more small strings coated my tongue. My purring had begun to die down in return and the shrill voice hushed its psalm. My body had felt a calm rush over it knowing it was finally over.
"Well, well, I can see you're already a slut for your Master's cock. This will make things so much easier for you." He chuckled. "Now lick me clean and you will sit there for a bit. Take into thought what just happened and run over how you feel while continuing to take in my strong scent. "
I let out a sigh, feeling awful. I was still being soaked with my own pre. Despite my freedom of movement and action I still felt like a prisoner in a cage. Constricted to the dragon's commands, I was held by the fear of his malevolence.
"Yes---Master." I said
Perhaps the drug had finally taken its full effect, along with my fear of being punished again. I cleaned the dragon's still semi-hard cock and thighs with my rough feline tongue, making sure not to leave any traces of what had just occurred. I huddled back under the desk in disbelief.
I could hear the dragon still murmuring to himself, scratching against the desk as he wrote something down. The questions were still prying somewhere in my head and I still haven't gotten any clear answers---but I was certain I had to find them. For now, I was helpless. Helpless to this dragon's games and unsure of what's to come.