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Frills (by Mr Foxy Paws)

'So what now then, pet?' asked the dragon. 'It's almost two o'clock in the morning and we should be getting some sleep.'

'Tomorrow's Saturday, bitch boi,' said the skunk. 'And less of the "pet" while I'm dom."

'Sorry, Master.'

'Better.'

'Well I think maybe you should get dressed, you look so slutty being naked.'

'OK,' replied the dragon, reaching for his shirt and trousers.

'Oh, no, not in those. Hang on a second,' said the skunk, opening the drawer of a bedside table. 'I saw these a few weeks ago and thought of you.' The little pet held out an elaborate pink frilly-lace bra and knickers.

'Oh, no. No way! Topping me is one thing, but I'm not dressing in girlie stuff.'

The little skunk waited, patiently, his paw staying held out.

'No. No, I draw the line at wearing girlie lace underwear. Sorry, pet, I'm not playing any more.'

'Sit up straight,' ordered the skunk.

'I'm not going to wear them,' said the dragon, nevertheless sitting up a smidgeon straighter.

'Spread your legs,' continued the skunk.

'You're going to have to force that bra and pants on me, and it won't be pretty,' said the dragon.

'What have we here?' asked the little skunk, bending down and wrapping a paw around his master's balls.

'What are you doing?'

'Whose are these?' asked the skunk.

'What?'

'Whose -' said the skunk, pausing for effect. 'Are -' he continued. 'These?' he asked, squeezing gently.

'Ow! Hey, gerroff, that hurt!'

'Well?' inquired the skunk, maintaining his grip.

The dragon shifted himself uncomfortably on the floor, torn between the risk of sudden and extreme discomfort lying in the paw of his suddenly dominant pet, and the option of conceding defeat and doing as he was told. His heart, head, and ultimately his acutely vulnerable balls reached the conclusion that discretion was the better part of valour.

'They're yours, Master,' he said.

The skunk loosened his hold, but only slightly. 'You sure? You don't seem too certain, bitch boi,' he asked.

'They're yours, Master,' said the dragon again, but the simple and somewhat lazy repeated response only caused the skunk to tighten his paw. 'They're yours to do with as you wish, Master,' the dragon offered desperately. The skunk stopped squeezing but continued to maintain his tight grasp. 'Look, what do you want from me? I'm your bitch boi cum slut whore, here at your mercy and to do your bidding, whatever you want from me. Just... Just don't squeeze any more, all right?'

'And the expensive lingerie I bought for you, bitch boi?' asked the skunk quietly.

'I'll wear it! I'll wear it! Give it to me! I want to wear it. Please. Please let me wear it, Master. Please.'

'There now,' said the skunk. 'That wasn't so bad, was it? Just a shame you didn't remember your manners when I first asked you. Here, put them on.' The skunk dropped the lace garments at the dragon's feet.

'Yes, Master,' said the dragon, hastily slipping into the panties, looping the bra over his shoulders and reaching around to fasten it behind his back. 'There, done,' he said finally.

'And?'

'They're lovely, Master. Thank you, Master.'

'Well give us a twirl, then, boi.'

The dragon tip-toed around on the spot, flapping his arms as if a ballet dancer.

'Oh, bravo, very good, very good bitch boi,' said the skunk clapping. 'You could be in my cabaret!'

The dragon blushed.

'Hmm, you're not getting hard, are you?' asked the skunk.

'Um.'

'Is that a bulge in your frilly pink panties?'

'Ummmm.'

'Pull it out!' command the skunk.

The dragon pulled the front of his pants down so that the elastic hem nestled tightly below his balls, allowing a massive up-turned erection to spring free.

'Ah, so you do like dressing in women's clothes?'

'I -' began the dragon.

'Paw it!' ordered the skunk.

The dragon looked momentarily surprised, but wrapped a paw around his swollen beast, slipped back the foreskin and -

'Fap it with your left paw,' said the skunk, clearly enjoying his new dominant role.

The dragon shrugged and changed paws.

'And suck your thumb,' added the skunk. 'Just like the little girlie bitch boi you are.'

Hesitantly, the dragon raised the other paw to his mouth and inserted his thumb.

'Fap slowly,' instructed the skunk. The dragon began to rub himself with his left paw.

'And I want to see you sucking, sucking hard,' said the skunk, watching intently.

The dragon began sucking on his thumb, making little slurping noises as his cheeks formed hollows with each pull.

'Spread those legs,' said the skunk, walking behind the dragon. His master obeyed.

'Such a sweet girlie dragon bitch boi,' cooed the skunk, stroking the nape of his master's neck. 'And so beautiful in pink. You know, since you told me I own your balls, well maybe I should have them cut off and you could stay a little girl,' he teased. Then, leaning forward to whisper in his master's ear, he added, 'I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?'

'MmMm,' the dragon shook his head, unable to reply properly with a thumb in his mouth.

'Well, we'll just see,' said the skunk, walking around to stand in front of his master. The little pet looked down at the dragon's tremendous erection. 'You're not to cum without permission, you know that, slut?' he asked. 'Because I'm sure you know what would happen if you did,' he added, reaching down to cup his master's exposed balls. The dragon whimpered.

'What's up, slut?'

The dragon stopped fapping and removed his thumb. 'I... I'm going to cum any minute, Master. I can't help it!'

'You can't help it? Very well, stop pawing yourself then, bitch.'

'You can't make me stop now. I'm going to cum, I'm...'

The skunk quickly squatted down, squeezed the top of his master's cock and pulled at his master's balls. Silently, he counted to ten and then looked up. 'Still going to cum?'

'I... I think the moment's passed, Master, but... but I really want to. Please, please let me finish.'

'What? First you refuse to wear the lovely lingerie I buy for you, and next you beg to be able to cum?'

'Sorry, Master,' said the dragon, bowing his head in disgrace.

'I should think so, too! Very well, that settles it, you do need punishment,' said the skunk, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 'Over my knee, now!'

The dragon stared at him.

'I'm counting,' said the skunk. 'And don't let me get to five,' he advised. 'One,' he began.

'I've never been spanked before.'

'Two,' the skunk continued regardless.

'And I didn't do anything wrong,' the dragon whined. 'You told me to fap. You, you said -'

'Three,' said the skunk, slowly.

'Oh now come on, this isn't fair.'

'Four,' said the skunk, looking up and smiling.

'Dammit. Dammit pet,' said the dragon, laying himself across the skunk's knees.

'That'll be another six swats for calling me "pet" when I'm domming, and another twelve for swearing.'

'Huh!'

'What was that?'

'Nothing, Master.'

'It didn't sound like nothing.'

The dragon considered his position. Finally:

'I said, "Thank you", Master.'

'It didn't sound much like "Thank you" to me.'

'I... I'm sorry Master. I'm not used to this.'

'Well there's no need to be disobedient and disrespectful. You've just earned another six spanks. That's ...' The little skunk counted out on his furry digits. 'That's twenty-four swats on top of the dozen I was going to give you for refusing to wear my pretty pink gift and for begging to cum like a slutty tramp. What do you say?'

'Thank you, Master. I deserve them all, Master.'

'Better,' said the skunk, tenderly caressing his master's upturned creamy rump before raising a skunky paw in readiness to bring it slapping fast and firmly downwards. Thirty-six times.

*

'You may stand up,' said the skunk.

The dragon, his twin cheeks glowing a bright rosy red, stood up.

'Thank you, Master. May I rub myself, Master?' it hurts.

'No, you may not rub yourself. You may, however, bend over.'

'Master?'

'I'm sorry, was that instruction too complicated for you, bitch boi?'

'No, Master. Sorry, Master,' said the dragon, bending at his waist and leaning forward to touch his toes.

'I thought so... When spanking you, I noticed your tail-hole is still leaking some of my cum. I think we should probably plug it.'

'Plug it?' exclaimed the dragon, turning around to look at his topper.

'Do you have a problem with that, bitch boi?' asked the skunk, once again cupping his master's balls.

'No, Master. Just ... Just be gentle, please, Master. And... And use a small plug. And lots of lube.'

'Sorry? Did you just tell me what kind of plug to use, boi?'

'I... Yes... No... I mean...'

'I've already chosen a plug for you. Is that a problem, bitch boi?' asked the skunk, still holding his master's precious dragon jewels in his paw.

'No, Master. I'm sure you've chosen well, Master.'

'And, you know, lube is so expensive these days. You don't need really lube, do you?'

The dragon hesitated, and the skunk closed his paw a fraction more.

'Meep! No. No lube. No lube if you don't want, Master.' said the dragon, rapidly concluding that a sore tail-hole would be better than squashed balls.

'You can spit on it if you want,' offered the skunk, holding a massive fluorescent-red butt plug down by his master's face.

'That thing!' cried the dragon. 'You can't be serious! You're going to stuff that huge -'

'Oh, you don't even want to lube it with your own saliva?' shrugged the skunk, removing the plug from his master's reach. 'Fair enough.'

'No. No no no, Master. Please. Please, it's fine, the size is fine. Just... Just let me spit on it.'

The little skunk relented and once again held out the butt plug which this time his dragon master eagerly took into his mouth, spitting and slurping all over it.

'Done?'

'Done, thank you, Master,' replied the dragon.

'OK, well brace yourself, bitch boi,' said the skunk, parting his master's butt cheeks in search of the elusive entrance. 'Gosh, you're right, this plug is a little large isn't it? No matter, it'll have to do, and you've lubed it well with your saliva, I'm sure. Maybe I'll just loosen you up a bit first with my fingers.'

The dragon waited patiently, bent over, his cock proudly jutting forward below his chest, as he felt the skunk busily working his tail hole. It was a slow, slow, process but the skunk had learned well from being a sub himself and gradually the dragon felt his puckered pleasure-hole being gently worked and stretched in all directions. In fact, as the submissive dragon had silently hoped but dare not assume, the small switching pet applied liberal amounts of lube into and around the dragon's butt, and all over the the skunky paw which he finally, carefully yet very firmly inserted into his master's dragon-tail hole.

'Meep!' cried the dragon, as his pet's paw finally slide inside, up to the wrist.

'Ah, perfect, who needs a plug when you've got a skunk's paw, hey bitch boi? Was that good?'

'Oh, Master, Master,' panted the dragon. 'Oh, fuck it hurt when you put it in, but now...'

'It feels good?'

'It feels like heaven, Master.'

'Hmm, maybe I should try some of that. I think my tail hole could do with a bit of attention too.'

'Really?'

'Brace yourself,' said the skunk. The dragon tensed, and the little pet slid his paw free.

'Ah. Ah ah ah,' breathed the dragon. And then, 'So you want me to fuck your tail hole?'

'Hmm? Oh, no. No, not fuck it,' said the skunk. 'On your back, bitch boi!'

The dragon lay down on the carpet, and the skunk stood over him, looking down at his face.

'Comfortable down there?' he asked.

'Yes, Master, I think, Master.'

'You think?'

'I don't know what you have planned next, Master.'

'My tail-hole,' said the skunk, turning around, 'is jealous of the attention that yours just received.'

'Oh?'

'Oh, very much so,' answered the pet, pulling off his shirt, trousers and underpants then squatting down astride his master's chest.

'Ah.'

'Ah, most definitely ah,' replied the skunk, shuffling back a few inches until his rump rubbed up against the dragon's face; until his dark, hairy, sweaty, skunky crack nestled itself over the dragon's nose.

There was no need, since everything had already fallen dark, but the dragon shut his eyes anyway. He inhaled, slowly, breathing in his pet's warm skunky scent; the spanking must have been energetic because the furry hair around his pet's puckered hole was moist with sweat. Cautiously, the dragon extended his tongue, and the topping skunk flinched at the touch.

'You all right?' asked the dragon.

'Yes, yes, don't stop. It feels goood.'

Again, tentatively, the dragon pushed out his tongue and used the tip to rim his pet's secret treasure.

'Ahhh,' sighed the skunk.

Encouraged, the switched master ran his tongue around his pet's puckered hole a few more times, on each occasion pressing harder, exploring the hidden territory of the skunk's hairy hind-quarters.

'More, more!' cried the skunk gleefully, pushing back against the dragon's face.

Inspired, the dragon forced his head up against his pet's rump, located the expectant tail hole with his tongue, and thrust the tip inside. Then, deftly, with the experience of delivering a thousand blow jobs, the dragon pushed and danced and poked and curled his tongue up inside the young skunk's pleasure-hole.

'Oh, oh, ooooh,' said his pet, and suddenly the dragon felt something grab his own cock; the little skunk had wrapped his lips about his master's majestic erection and was rapidly bobbing his head. In return, the dragon worked faster, harder, deeper, plunging his tongue into his pet's puckered opening. The pair continued for many minutes, the little skunk sometimes slowing his attentions, sometimes speeding them up, sometimes stopping to stroke the dragon's thighs or massage his balls. Until, finally:

'I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum,' cried the dragon, somewhat muffled beneath his pet's rounded rump.

The little skunk removed his mouth from the dragon's dick just long enough to exclaim 'Cum then!' before promptly wrapping his lips back around his master's fabulous beast. And not a moment too soon, because no sooner had the skunk shrieked his order then the dragon fired six massive volleys of creamy salty soda.

The small skunk swallowed them all. 'You done?' he asked his master.

'I'm all done, hun,' said the dragon, laying back exhausted.

'Me too, master,' said the little skunk.

'Master? Did you just call me Master?'

'It's late, and I'm tired, and I think I've dommed enough for one day, Master.'

'Dawww, booboo, you've done very very well for your first attempt,' replied the dragon. 'I'm awfully tired too. Let's hit the pillow, hey?'

The little skunk murred.

The End.