First Taking
Draconicon smiled at how easily the raccoon came to him. There was much that the two of them would be able to do together, particularly when he managed to get his new pet properly trained. Although he had thought that it was going to take a while, seeing that the raccoon was already coming to him, even if not eagerly, made him rethink that opinion. "Now, do you understand just what you are here?" he asked, hoping the raccoon would get the right answer so there wouldn't have to be some punishment. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jamie looked at the dragon, knowing that this male was a great deal stronger than him, and could apparently do magic that could hurt him a great deal, if he chose. He must have done the changes, but why would he have done that? It wasn't as if he needed to be a raccoon...though it had been something he had wanted for quite a while, if he was completely honest with himself. Hearing the question, he shook his head, waking himself back up from his thoughts. "I'm Jamie, a human that wants to be turned back and-and be let go!" he finished with something of a yell. He was a little scared now, both from what the dragon had said and what he had gone through lately. He never saw the chains creeping up from behind him and only noticed them when they latched onto him, pulling him back against the wall with a thud. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sighing as he heard the answer, he gave the mental command for the chains to come forward and watched the raccoon slam into the wall. The raccoon was facing the wall, his tail held by another chain so that his rear was completely bared to the dragon. Standing up and moving to stand behind the raccoon, Draconicon let out an audible sigh. "It seems that I am going to have a little more trouble breaking you into a pet than I thought," he said, just loud enough for the raccoon to hear. Lifting his tail slightly, Draconicon spanked the raccoon once, lightly for him, rather hard for the raccoon. "Your name isn't Jamie anymore. That is a human name, not worthy of your new shape. Your new name is Angelo," he said, each sentence punctuated by a spank. The dragon continued the spanking for about thirty seconds, long enough to make the red from the spanking show through even the raccoon's thick fur, and then stopped. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jamie was completely surprised by the chains, and he was shocked by what the dragon was doing to him. The spankings, the chains...it was as if the dragon had access to all of his most detailed fantasies. And now renaming him...if he wasn't actually feeling the pain from the spanks on his rear, he would be wondering if he was having a dream of this. Angelo...it wasn't a bad name, he had to admit. Just as he was beginning to relax into the chains since the spanking had stopped, he felt something else touching his rear. Looking back as best he could, he saw something he hadn't expected at all. The dragon's member was right up against his rear, and he was getting a good grip on Angelo's hips. That could only mean the dragon was going to mate with him, and he knew that his rear was not up to taking something that large into it. He tried to pull forward a bit, begging for a chance to be allowed to stretch a bit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The dragon had been pressing the tip of his member against the raccoon's rear, but he hadn't been about to push in. After all, he wasn't a sadistic dragon. He might be a little pranksterish, sometimes, perhaps strict, but he was not sadistic. He did not get off on other's pains. However, he could not allow Angelo to think that he was going to just allow this kind of struggling and resistance. Smacking his rear again, he growled lightly. "You are my pet, Angelo. You may have me as a friend if you do well as a pet, but a pet you are. You need to learn just what kind of place you have." Yanking hard on the chains to lift Angelo off the floor, he left the raccoon facing the wall, and reached out. A bottle of lube floating to his paw, he slowly rubbed it over his member and his paws. The raccoon would be able to hear him speaking as he said, "Now, if you were a slave, or worse, a pleasure slave, I would have just taken you then and to hell with the consequences. However, since you are a pet, you are gifted with a position that I won't want to hurt. Thus, the lube." Just as he mentioned it, the dragon's lubed claw shot straight into the raccoon's rear, none too gently. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the dragon had pulled back, and seemed to do something else, Angelo couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Shaking his head, he even managed to tolerate the feel of the chains yanking him off the ground, cutting into his circulation, so long as he didn't have to take the dragon in the rear. He had seen the size of the dragon's member, and he was still attached enough to his virginity that he didn't want to lose it to something that size. Surely, it would rip before allowing it in. Besides, he was pretty sure he was straight. Yelping as the dragon's claw went into his tailhole, he couldn't help but arch his back a bit as it continued sliding in and in, the cool feeling of the lube a direct contrast to the hot feel of his own flesh, stretched further than he had ever experienced. Whatever else the dragon had, his digits were quite, quite thick. It just laid there, for which Angelo was quite thankful for, since he was sure that any movement would have him screaming inside of three seconds. The whimpers that went through his clenched teeth were a great deal different than the pained sounds a human would make, but mixed in there was a different sort of sound, one that he had heard some nights when he had been camping out at the edge of the forest...chrrrrr...chrrrrr... What the...he thought to himself as the dragon's claw began to move, only making the strange sound get louder. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Draconicon smiled as the raccoon began his chirring. It was a sure sign of arousal among raccoons, and he didn't have to look around to confirm his guess. It only took a small sniff to bring the smell of the other male's arousal to the dragon's nostrils, which in turn provoked a chuckle from the dragon's mouth. "Seems like you enjoy this more than you thought, don't you, my pet?" he asked, wiggling his claw around inside of the smaller raccoon, being careful to never nick those fragile membranes. He could feel the coolness of the lube begin to absorb itself into Angelo's warm rear, so he figured that now was as good a time as any to begin his playtime with his new pet. Reaching down, he began stroking his foot long length, holding the tip to his, hopefully, eventual friend's tailhole to increase the amount of lubrication. As a few dots of pre began to slide from his tip to the raccoon's rear, Draconicon only smiled further. "I hope you are ready, my pet, because whether you are or not, you are going to get deflowered right now," he whispered in the terrified raccoon's ear, leaning forward and releasing the chain just enough to allow Angelo to drop down on his cock, taking the tip and the first five inches into him in less than a second. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angelo was sure that the dragon was being more gentle than he really had to be, but he was certainly not going to complain, particularly due to the fact that this was feeling really, really good now. The burning sensation of something in his tailhole wasn't gone, but the pain had been replaced by a feeling of fullness, one that was far more tolerable than the emptiness that he had felt before. He was even moaning now, in addition to the chirring. He didn't notice so much the chirring, anymore, because it just happened on its own. So did the moaning, but he was letting out a voluntary moan now and again as well, simply to keep the dragon doing this. The claw in his rectum, the heat that it was making him feel now were so good, and it was spreading all over him...then it disappeared, leaving him feeling empty. Beginning to look over his shoulder at the dragon, he gasped at the sudden touch of the dragon's bumpy member to his rear, and tried to pull away again. He was not going to take that into his rear, not if he had any say in the matter. The dragon's gravelly voice in his ear, promising deflowering, was somehow scarier than any shouted or whispered threat he had ever heard in any horror movie he had yet seen, and he struggled yet harder, the chains rattling from his movements. But nothing stopped the dragon, as Angelo watched his scaled paw grab the chains where they rested, and the chains clacked against their supports as they came loose for less than a second, but it was long enough to allow his master to drop him down on the master's cock, impaling him on that massive shaft. Screaming at the pain, Angelo's closed eyes allowed the dragon to give him another surprise. As he screamed for a few seconds, abruptly his mouth was stuffed with some leaves, leaves that he tried to spit out but couldn't, due to the dragon's paw over his mouth. Forced to chew the leaves by his "master's" moving paws, he reluctantly chewed them without the encouragement of the dragon...and continued, finding the taste quite to his liking. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Draconicon smiled, seeing that his pet was reacting much like he should to the herbs he had placed in his mouth. On most furs, it would only make them mildly more aroused, a little harder in the groinal area, but nothing more than that. However, with the sex drive that raccoons had, it was something that positively turned them into sex machines, and it seemed that Angelo was pure raccoon in that respect, as he was smiling from the dragon's motions now. Now, it was time to give the raccoon just what he was asking for. Releasing the chains a little more, he pushed the remainder of his member deep into the raccoon's tailhole, the huge length barely managing to fit in that tight space. Encouraged by the moans of his pet, Draconicon pulled his bumpy length out halfway, then thrusted right back in, knowing just where to aim to hit the raccoon's prostate, which made the raccoon moan out loudly in pleasure. So it went for another few minutes, the dragon gradually pushing the raccoon harder, entering faster as his pre lubed up Angelo's rear, the chains near to jamming from the speed that Draconicon pulled them at. He was so close now, so close to cumming in this first yiff he gotten in over two years. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angelo was very close too, the aphrodisiacs that he had been forced to eat having pushed him to the edge and holding him there until his master came. It was torture now, his orgasm so close, yet held back until he felt the dragon cum. Yet another sign of his status as a pet, as if he needed another. Riding the dragon's cock as best he could, he clenched down tight with his rear, he let out all kinds of moans and pants, as well as his chirring. He tried to talk dirty, every single trick he had ever heard of that made someone horny and aroused, but none of them seemed to work. It was as if the dragon was impervious to another's attempts to arouse. Finally, though, it seemed that the dragon just couldn't hold back anymore, and as Angelo felt his rear pounded harder than anything other time in the last few minutes, he knew that his master was going to cum, and he was going to cum hard. Redoubling his movements, he drew several grunts, a moan, and finally a roar from the dragon as he hilted himself inside the raccoon, and shot stream after stream of nearly burning hot cum, filling Angelo to the brim within seconds and causing drippings soon after. As the flood finally died down and the dragon pulled out, Angelo fought with the feelings inside himself. Despite the rough handling of his 'master', it was beyond doubt that he had enjoyed it. He had only to stare at the new coat of semen paint on the cave wall to realize that. More to the point, the dragon had been gentler, and had paid more attention to him than anyone else had ever done, including his friends back in the city. Could it be worth staying with him?