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A Dragon Slave Chapter 1: The Fox's Slut

The Kingdom of Rakon's greatest advance was the dragon tribe's greatest tragedy. Under raging winds and roaring fires, the armies of Rakon made war upon the dragon tribe. Following the Battle of Skalo Mountain, the dragons was brought low, forced into the service of the Kingdom and those that were able to afford them. Both male and female were bound, their power locked behind gems of enchantment crafted by the Elder Magister, sealing their natural magic into collars and other marks of servitude.

The nobles and the merchants of Rakon paid much to contract the power of these new slaves. The exotic reptiles were turned towards making profits in various ways, including enchanting items for sale to the general population, making weapons that surpassed anything created by forgefire, and even - in the case of baser beings - selling their dragon's 'services' to those interested in their bodies rather than their magic.

Leashed as they were, the dragons were helpless to do anything but accept their fate. And slowly, ever so slowly, they began to embrace it.

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A black dragon walked towards his new home, his hands restrained behind him by metal he'd personally enchanted. Unlike his armored escorts, he wasn't allowed any cloth or protection. Like all dragons, he was limited to the scant belongings of slaves: a ring around the base of his cock, a harness around his chest and back, and an empty collar for his new 'master' to mark with their name. The ring around his shaft tingled with magic, glimmering letters around the band maintaining a permanent arousal.

Neither guard was phased by it, but they seldom looked at him. They kept their eyes on the path and on the few travelers upon it. Assigned by the Treasurer of Rakon, their purpose was to keep thieves and opportunists away, and to ensure that he was delivered safely to the paying lord. Other than that, they remained silent in their march.

They rounded a bend in the road leading up a rocky hill, the fourth in last half hour. Though the path was smooth, pebbles lay scattered about, and the barefooted dragon was thankful for his scales. A greater protection than fur ever was.

He looked upwards, past the other bends along the path to the mansion that sat atop the hill. He'd heard little of the lord who dwelled here aside from his name. It didn't matter; the lord would still force him to bend knee - and bend over - just like any other.

Still, he had to admit that this Lord Amatsuki lived in a good house. The manor home was beyond stately, a point of order among the irregular rock spires surrounding it. It stood on the highest point of the highest hill outside the city, and the multi-level building commanded a strategic view of the area surrounding it. Wood, rock, and a pulsing orange substance known as firestone made up the sides of the building, surrounding windows of stained glass.

At the far end of the manor stood a great tower, glowing with the light of firestone lines. A wide window looked over the manor and the hills around it, and it was there - the dragon guessed - that the Lord made his residence.

He lowered his head as they rounded another bend in the rocky path. The lion guards at his sides glanced at him, but only to ensure that he wasn't thinking of running. They closed ranks, pressing in so that he stood in arm's reach. They needn't have worried. His magic was restrained by his harness as well as the collar dangling around his neck. Even his wings were restrained, tied together to keep him from the skies.

Eventually they reached the top of the hill. Four fox guards outfitted with iron swords and leather armor stood in front of the door, looking at the lions with curiosity before shifting their gaze to the dragon. The mixed looks of lust and disdain brought him to bare his teeth in response, but they only smirked in response.

"Who is in charge here?"

One of the foxes, marked by a slightly darker tail tip and black 'gloved' hands, stepped forward. The felines thrust the dragon forward, rough hands against his back sending stumbling.

"This one is yours, now. Whatever happens to him now is on your heads."

"Yes, oh Guards of the Coin. You can be sure that he'll be delivered, promptly."

The lions turned with a growl and followed the path down from the hill. The dragon shook his head as they walked out of sight, only to be grabbed by his collar. Brought down to face the soldier in charge, he narrowed his eyes in disdain, but was once again ignored.

"Hello, Dragon. Welcome to Amatsuki Manor. My lord is waiting for you, so do try not to be late."

"I have a name."

"Yes, whatever name my lord chooses for you." He chuckled. "Now, go inside and wait for your master in the Great Hall. He will meet you after he has finished with his other guest."

Chortling at the dragon's scowl, the foxes marched to the door. It required two of them to open it, pulling the massive wooden door out of its arch. Their commander gave the naked dragon a shove, setting him on his path.

The interior of the manor was as ornate as the exterior. Lines of pulsing, flowing firestone ran along the walls, falling like glimmering tapestries from the top of the walls down to the torches that lined it. Even in the firelight the torches provided, the entryway was dark and full of shadows. Only the soft carpet as a contrast to cold stone provided any hint as to where he should go.

As he walked forward, he watched the shadows. They moved more than the flickering torchlight should have allowed, turning and moving seemingly of their own volition. Several times a finger thin piece of darkness reached out of the black, almost wrapping around his foot before he picked up his pace. Nothing touched him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of a watcher around him, an audience in the shadows. After being the subject of stares for days during his journey, he knew when he was watched, and this was one such time.

Despite his discomfort, he refused to react aside from clenching his fists behind him. He continued to feel his way forward, ignoring the taunting shadows around him.

Soon he saw a light glimmering through a doorway. It was faint, but bright enough to guide him. The dragon pressed through the shadows, his steps even until the ring around his shaft suddenly tightened again. He bit his lip, stifling a small moan as the magic forced life into his groin, maintaining his erection. A clear droplet fell on top of one of his feet, and he snorted in annoyance.

Stepping through the doorway, he found himself in what must have been the Great Hall. A large table dominated the center of the room, and more blocks of firestone illuminated it from both the floor and the walls. Tapestries woven of gold and crimson detailed the history of this Lord Amatsuki, with names reaching far into the past. None were familiar to the dragon, and he moved on.

The seat of the lord was unmistakable. A high backed chair of polished dark wood loomed over the table like a throne, decorated with three sapphires above the head. A door directly behind it would lead - if the dragon remembered the manor's layout correctly - to the tower. It was open, but just a crack, an oversight rather than an invitation.

Strangely, a number of chairs lined the walls around the table, enough to seat dozens of people. He could only imagine why the lord would bring so many people here. Surely it would only be for making declarations and laws, but even then the numbers of visiting dignitaries would never equal the number of chairs assembled.

Leaving the mystery alone, the dragon walked around the table. When he left the carpet he was forced to walk along the firestone, and he immediately felt the heat that inspired the name. It was not a searing or scorching heat, but one like the stones of the city streets during high summer. His scales soon heated through, and by the time he reached the far end of the table, he could feel them breaking out in a sweat. He knelt by the chair as he had been instructed, gritting his teeth at the requirement. The firestone pulsed around him like a river of flames, carrying more heat to his legs and tail.

Five minutes passed before he heard the sound of voices and footsteps. He lowered his head, his eyes glued to the floor as he waited for his 'master' to make an appearance.

"Ah, it has been good having you, Lord Kisharu. I trust that it won't be so long until your next visit."

"Indeed not. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The dragon watched out of the corner of his eyes as a wolf walked away. Kisharu; the name belonged to a city family, one who made their wealth from woodwork and forestry further south.

The lord of the manor stepped forward. A pair of feet slid into his vision before the dragon was grabbed by the chin and forced to look upwards. The fingers were firm against his jaws, and the motion was quick.

To his surprise, it was not a mere fox that looked down on him, but a kitsune. Nine golden tails swayed behind the golden furred noble, and eyes as blue as the sea stared into his. The face was slender and the mouth had a slight curl at the edge, the mark of a man that grinned - or smirked - a great deal in his life. The lord's body was equally slender and toned, but the dragon did not mistake the thin frame for weakness. It was not lack of strength, but planned strength beneath the golden fur. To question one like this would be to invite punishment, he felt.

The lord was dressed in an open robe, the red garment shimmering in the way that water did under the sunset. His body was nearly completely on display, and the shaft slowly descending into his sheath left no doubt what he and Lord Kisharu had been up to.

"So, you are the dragon that the king saw fit to send. My gold has purchased quality."

Releasing him, Lord Amatsuki circled the dragon. His footsteps were silent on the firestone, and if the heat brought him discomfort, he did not show it. Each step was measured and deliberate, like a peacock but without the arrogance of such a strut.

"Tell me, slave, has your journey been a fruitful one? Have you been enriched by your travels through the countryside?"

"I have been brought here as a slave. There is no enriching to be had in a role like this."

"You would be surprised, dragon. Possibilities are everywhere."

The kitsune used his tails as arms, pulling his great chair close and lifting himself onto it. He laid one leg over the other, leaning on his fist as he looked down on the dragon. A small smile showed the lord's teeth, but the dragon said nothing.

"Tell me, dragon. What name did you have before you were collared?"

"Draconicon was and remains my name."

"You may believe what you want, dragon. Reality marches on, and belief is outpaced by truth."

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you and your kind once were is now irrelevant. The power and pride of dragons is leashed to the throne of Rakon, and to those who have the funds to pay for their turn at the leash. If you want to believe that you are still your own, that you still have power over your own fate, then you may, but your belief will never become reality if you don't accept the truth of the moment."

Draconicon bared his teeth, but only earned a smile for his defiance. A golden leg extended, and the dragon grunted as several toes flicked the tip of his shaft, teasing his enforced erection.

"I must say, I don't know that I should allow my slave to have a shaft as mighty as mine. Use your magic, slave, and reduce it to something more suiting your status."

He growled even as his collar began to glow. All three of his possessions had their own enchantment. The ring around his cock maintained his arousal and forbade climax unless his master allowed it. The harness was open to many things, a store of perversions and a record of the dragon's lifestyle that could be accessed by any master at any time. The collar was the most insidious of the three. With it, the dragon's magic was leashed to his owner, and the slightest request must be obeyed.

Against his will, he worked his magic. His eyes glowed, the white orbs blazing like fire as white light surrounded his member. He was forced to watch as it diminished. Inch by inch, his mighty tool slimmed and shortened until it was a mere six inches long, half the length it had once been.

"Hmmm, I suppose that will have to do for the moment. I will allow you to keep that modest length, provided you are an obedient slave."

Any smaller, the dragon thought, and I might as well be a fox myself.

Several of the golden tails wrapped around him. The fur was warm and soft as they slid along his body, caressing and exploring him with every stroke. They reached from his head to his feet, their touch bringing strange pleasures with it. Yes, they teased his shaft, but they also dragged themselves along his wings and tail. A tingle was left behind, a warmth that was not the result of simple oils or fur.

"You manipulated the shadows in the entryway."

"Ah, you took this long to figure it out, dragon?"

"Then you admit it."

"Happily. I am no great magister, but in the darkness, in the realm of illusions, I have some small skill. It was no great effort to tease you while dealing with my fellow lord."

The tails stretched behind him, showing their strength and dexterity as they tugged his ass cheeks apart and revealed the hole between. Warm air rising from the firestone below heated his scales and rim, and his member twitched shamefully at the sensation.

"I see that my dragon is not unfamiliar with the pleasures of submission."

Draconicon said nothing. The 'training' that slaves were provided was common knowledge among the lords. The crown would not suffer the shame of an unsatisfied lord, so the dragons' education was extensive. No one was left virgin before being sold off.

He bit his lip as the tails explored further, one sliding under his tail, the fur stroking along his hole. It was akin to a warm finger back there, save that the fluff was greater and the firmness lesser. It did not push but merely stroked, teasing him until his shaft began to drool on the floor.

His reactions brought a smile to the lord. Extending his leg once more, the kitsune drew a line with his toes from the base of the dragon's shaft to the tip, the slight touch drawing tremors of pleasure from him. Lord Amatsuki lifted his foot, displaying the soaked toes to the dragon. They did not drip, but the fur was matted, and the pads along the underside shimmered with the dragon's juices.

"It seems that you have a small fascination with paws and feet, dragon."

He shook his head. The lord's smile shrunk, and the tails around him tightened. They dragged him across the floor and placed him between the kitsune's legs, the dragon's nose barely an inch away from the vulpine's large sac. Despite the lack of evident arousal, the potent musk coming off of the sizable orbs shocked him. Potent beyond anything he'd experienced at the palace, it drowned his thoughts.

"I am not an unreasonable lord, dragon. I wish pleasure for my slaves, and I wish it for myself. However, I will not be disobeyed, and I will not be lied to. Be open, and you have little to fear. Be obstinate and closed off, and you will guarantee a 'training' that you cannot imagine.

"Now, a nod is all I require. Do you enjoy the touch of my paws?"

His mind swimming from the musky scent, the dragon could not hold back. He nodded, his nose brushing against the lord's sac.

"That's better, dragon. It seems that I have a way to reward you for good behavior, and an easier one than I expected, at that."

Draconicon nodded again, the scent of the lord's sac flooding his mind. It was like the waves of the eastern sea upon the shore: eternal, inevitable, and subtle. With each sniff he felt more of his resistance fading away, replaced by a strange emptiness. The tails continued to explore his body, continued to stroke his limbs and his rump, but they were outside the emptiness, a small pleasure that kept him comfortable but did not fill him.

The kitsune continued to speak, but the words were like the tails, outside the emptiness. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeper, sucking in the musk from the lord's orbs. It smelled of sweat and maleness, of fox and wolf together. The aroma of another male's seed clung to the fur, and it was strong, enticing him to breathe deeper and take the scent into his mind.

He leaned forward and pressed his nose flush with the kitsune's sac. He felt the lord shift, his words ceasing as he breathed in the musk. Outside the emptiness, he felt his shaft throb, his hole twitch, but all that mattered was the scent.

A hand pressed against his head and a chuckle filled his ears. Soft fingers stroked between his horns, rubbing from the top of his head towards the back of his neck. Each slow stroke ended with a gentle push, pressing his lips against the lord's fuzzy sac. It did not take long for the dragon to learn to kiss them, his lips pursing with each gentle push.

Soon a new scent joined the familiar ones, a scent that Draconicon had learned well in the prison cells under the King's castle. His eyes drifted up, following the rising shaft pushing out of the kitsune's sheath. Dark blue flesh throbbed before him, coated with slick juices and eager for attention. A smile crossed the dragon's face as he lifted his head from the kitsune's sac, his lips kissing the emerging length as he rose with it. The flesh was hot and moist, and he tasted the arousal upon it. Just like the scent, it was potent enough to send a chill down his spine and through his shaft.

Fingers wrapped around his horns, pulling him to the tip of the shaft. He followed the lord's direction, letting himself be placed by his owner's will. The dragon opened his mouth as the tip approached, his tongue hanging out to make way for the mighty length.

It slipped inside as it continued to grow, and the taste of the lord's juices washed over his tongue. Salty and as musky as the sac it came from, it washed away his remaining thoughts. The dragon tested the grip on his horns, trying to bob forward. Lord Amatsuki allowed it, and down he went, swallowing the shaft and its dripping juices.

Draconicon moaned at the taste, his eyes lazily rolling back as he pulled more of the cock into his mouth. His lips spread wide around it, and his tongue was pinned in place as it slid towards his throat. The taste, the scent, the lord's sure hands; they all demanded his surrender, and the dragon gave it eagerly.

The kitsune used him as he was trained to be used, as a tool for pleasure. Like handgrips for a weapon or any other tool, his horns were used to guide him up and down the throbbing cock, and the lord used him eagerly. After the first few gentle thrusts, the dragon was pulled along quickly, almost urgently, as though the kitsune had been without relief for weeks. His training in the palace had eliminated the resistance at the back of his throat, but the dragon still struggled with his lord's shaft, coughing when it pushed too deep.

Yet he did not protest. He would - no, he could not. He was a slave to his owner, and a slave fulfilled any desire.

Up and down, up and down he went. His saliva and the kitsune's juices ran down his face and dripped upon his chest. The scent sunk into his scales, marking him as surely as a dog marked its territory. The smell of kitsune covered his scales and filled his nose.

His fingers twitched in the arm restraints, straining to reach down his shaft, but it was futile. All he could do was go along with the kitsune's needs. Despite his throbbing cock, he was happy with that.

Soon he felt the lord's knot swell. It pressed between his lips repeatedly before it grew too large to slide between them, and Draconicon felt a surge of joy at the knowledge of his lord's impending climax. He tightened his lips around the shaft, trying to bring his master to the edge so that he might taste the kitsune's pleasure.

His efforts were rewarded. Lord Amatsuki thrust forward, his knot throbbing against the dragon's lips as his cock released his load. Strings and ropes of cum splattered across the dragon's tongue, the flavor richer and thicker than the thin saltiness before, and he reveled in it. He swallowed quickly, but the lord's pleasure was vast, and he could not swallow it all.

Forced to pull out, the kitsune sprayed him with his seed. White and thick, it was easy to see against his dark scales, a mark to the eye as well to the nose. The dragon did not protest, but only smiled, mind lost to the potent musk.

When the flood finally subsided, the dragon kneeled in a pool of the kitsune's juices. His face was a hodgepodge of white and black, swirled and slimy along his snout, and his white eyes were difficult to make out. His chest and limbs were likewise soaked, with the kitsune's scent sinking into the scales and leaving the dragon smelling of him. Even his meager cock was not spared, the length dripping with Lord Amatsuki's juices.

The kitsune panted as he looked down on the dragon, and he smiled.

"I see. The scent of another is the secret to your submission. I will remember this. For now, however, you will be bathed so your mind returns."

Clapping his hands, the lord summoned a trio of foxes to take the dragon away. A fourth fox entered on their heels, kneeling at the puddle and licking it clean. Lord Amatsuki closed his robe around him and took his seat, food brought in for him as the dragon was carried to the bathing chambers.

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The bath chamber was extravagant, if dim. Candles rather than torches lined the walls, set into alcoves above the dug-out bath pit. Hot water bubbled in from below, and scented oils ran across the surface in a multitude of colors. Soaps and soft cloths for scrubbing lay in neat folded piles by the bath, and the foxes took several in hand as they set to their task.

They were quick at their jobs, efficiently scrubbing the juices off of the dragon even as their hands lingered on his body. Quiet chuckles passed between them, particularly when they flipped the dragon onto his back and his short erection pointed towards them. Near naked already, the servants pulled their loincloths to the side, comparing sizes.

"I heard that dragons were large, but look. I'm a full inch longer than him."

"That's nothing. I have two inches over him. See?"

The boasting vulpine slipped into the bath, pressing his cock against the dragon's. It was true; his shaft was longer by a full two inches, and the trio erupted in laughter.

"No wonder he's a slave. Someone so small would have no chance to rule another."

"Perhaps we will have a turn. The lord is generous, after all; perhaps in the future he will share."

"Maybe we should take our pleasure now."

"No, the lord has asked us to bathe him, and that is what we'll do."

The longest of them sighed but didn't argue. They continued scrubbing the entranced slave, cleaning their lord's seed away but not quite all of his scent. It had settled in too deep to be fully removed, only muted by oils and soaps.

Despite their decision to wait, they could not ignore temptation. As they turned him over, they rubbed their hands along his scaly rump before spreading the cheeks apart. Fingers found their way to his hole, testing his tightness and finding it surprisingly open. Three fingers slid in with a minimum of oil, and four slid in with almost no stretching. The dragon had been trained from behind often and well.

When he was finally clean, they had no excuse to keep touching him. Sighing, they lifted him from the bath and dried him before leading him to the lord's chambers. All new slaves - indeed, all new members of Lord Amatsuki's staff - were to be brought to him for their first night. What happened between the lord and the newcomer was always different, but always bonded them to Lord Amatsuki.

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"Wake up, dragon."

Draconicon jerked upright. Instinctively he reached out, freezing as he saw his hands in front of him. They were free for the first time in weeks, and the chains were nowhere to be seen. Had the lord removed the chains, or had it been another? And what had happened since being pulled between the kitsune's legs?

He looked up, then around. He'd seen the window across from him from the path, which meant he was in the manor tower. The room itself was arranged simply, with a set of drawers and a body-length mirror on one side of the room, and a large chest next to a door on the other. In the middle was a bed, and it was that upon which he lay, as well as his 'owner'.

The kitsune lay at his side, tails flickering around him like candle flame and his hands behind his head. His robe had been discarded and his legs were crossed at the ankles, pushing his sheath and sac upwards. He smiled at the dragon's reddened face and chuckled.

"I said wake up, dragon, not jump for the ceiling."

"Why...what happened? I thought I was in the Great Hall."

"Well, after I had you pleasure me, and after you were showered in my seed -"

"What?!"

A tail wrapped around his neck, pushing him onto his back. The smaller kitsune leaped onto his chest, his sac resting on the dragon's stomach.

"No interruptions, dragon."

Draconicon nodded. Lowering his eyes, he gazed at the lord's sheath, unable to shake a feeling of worry.

"After that, I had you bathed by several of my servants, and they carried you up here afterwards. That was about three hours ago, I'd say."

Three hours gone from his memory. He could scarcely believe it, yet the evidence was undeniable. Through the window he saw the sun hovering over the horizon, far lower than when he'd arrived. But where had the time gone?

An unnatural warmth stroked down his arm as the lord leaned forward, whispering in the dragon's ear.

"Regardless of the king's asking price, you performed very well. Your trainers should be proud of themselves, dragon."

"I don't remember doing anything."

"That does not matter. You are reasonably skilled with your mouth, and by the time I have to return you to the king, you will be able to service anyone to their satisfaction."

He tried to shove the kitsune away, but the lord chuckled at his weak efforts. Golden tails pinned him in place, leaving him helpless before his owner. Half remembered fears surfaced as his 'owner' slid forward, pressing the edge of his sheath to Draconicon's nose. It covered one nostril completely, and the musk flooded his mind once more.

In seconds his eyes glazed over, his breath slowing as his worries fled. His scowl relaxed, the tension in his face melting away as he took one breath after another.

Before the dragon could lose his mind to the scent, the lord pulled back. His eyes sharpened in seconds, but his protests were muffled as his owner smothered him once more. Again he relaxed, slipping into a trance-like state in moments. The edges of his mouth twitched with the start of a smile.

Back and forth the kitsune moved, testing how long it took for the dragon to wake up, and how long it took to fall into entranced obedience. Each time the latter shortened and the former lengthened, until the dragon remained under for nearly a full minute after he pulled back.

As he emerged from his trance, Draconicon stared in surprise and fear at the kitsune's sheath. The powerful musk had robbed him of his mind in seconds, and the lord could reduce him to that state again at a whim. Even now, with the source of the scent almost a foot away, he struggled to keep his thoughts coherent.

"Do you understand your place, dragon?" Lord Amatsuki smiled, stroking a finger over his swelling sheath. "Do you understand now?"

"I, I understand."

"Then tell me what you are, dragon. Tell me so that I can hear it."

"I..."

His hesitation drew the kitsune closer, and he gulped at the wave of musk that came with it.

"I am a slave."

"And what is a slave? What does a slave do?"

"A-A slave is obedient. A slave does as they are told."

"And what limits are there to what I can do to you?"

"None."

The kitsune pulled back, sliding down his chest until he straddled the dragon's flat belly. Crossing his arms, the lord smiled.

"Very good, dragon. Very good. You are learning your place after all. I was starting to worry that it would never happen."

He didn't bother responding. The lord's scent guaranteed his obedience, and Lord Amatsuki was the sort that would use it regardless of whether it was needed. Only the lord's will would determine whether he obeyed soberly or hypnotically.

The lord extended a tail towards the door, wrapping it around the pull circle and dragging it open. A trio of foxes walked in, each one aroused and dressed in nothing more than a loincloth.

"These, dragon, are my staff. They are here for the day's finale."

"I...see."

"These foxes helped clean you after your previous service. Now, they will receive a reward. After I have claimed you, I will pass you on to them, and they may use you as they wish until morning."

To be used by a single person, even a fox, was one thing. To be passed around like a plaything was humiliation on a grand scale. Their eyes burned with lust, and he knew they would take every chance to fulfill their desires. With the ring around his shaft and the commands laid upon his collar and harness they would find it easy, and he would be helpless.

Yet, despite himself, the dragon felt a slight stirring in his cock. It throbbed under the ring, and it was not magic that filled his shaft this time. For once it was true arousal, and it came from the thought of being a toy. It seemed impossible, but after weeks of denial, of forced arousal, he knew the true thing when he felt it.

Before he could fight it, the kitsune rolled off of his chest. The tails wrapped around him again, holding him aloft beside the bed.

"Before we start, however, let's make a little comparison. The mighty dragons have long been rumored to have manhoods rivaling horses. At the very least, yours should surpass my servants, should it not?"

"But you -"

"No arguments, dragon. Now, step forward, men. Show what you have to offer."

He was helpless as the foxes stood beside him, laying their shafts against his. One by one, they proved that they were bigger men then he was. The smallest was half an inch longer than him, while the biggest sported a shaft two inches longer than his. They laughed, slapping their cocks against him and smearing him with their juices.

"Well, dragon, I know three servants that you'll never penetrate."

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"In my manor, you may not be the one to penetrate another unless you have the larger shaft. Unless you gain a few inches, I cannot imagine you sliding into any of my servants."

Remembering the lord's first command, the dragon knew that this would only get worse. The kitsune could order him to shrink further at any time. Foxes were humiliating enough, but the lord could easily leave him smaller than anyone, even a mouse.

His face glowed red as he was laid down on all fours. Two tails wrapped around his chest, keeping his arms at his side as his legs were pushed apart. Fuzzy fingers pressed under his tail, spreading his cheeks to reveal his hole. As the lord chuckled, the dragon felt several warm puffs against his rim. He moaned, his shaft twitching and oozing.

"It seems that you were trained more than I had thought. Your hole is open enough to not need anything slippery, I believe. A good thing, because I don't think I can bring myself to wait."

The other foxes had their hands on their cocks as the kitsune stepped between the dragon's legs. Warm hands held his tail aloft, keeping him on display. He was completely helpless, his body open for use.

"Dragon."

"Yes?"

One of the tails whipped his ass, drawing a grunt out of him.

"First, you will refer to me as Master or Lord, or failing that, Sir. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Second, I wish you to transform a part of yourself. You will transform your hole so that it grows slick like a woman's sex when aroused. Just because I might not need anything to slide in doesn't mean another will be the same."

The dragon clenched his teeth at the humiliating order, but he had no choice. Already his eyes burned, his magic tingling around his hole. White light flared under his tail, and he tensed as something wet flowed over his sac.

"Oh my, you are more eager for this than you suggested, dragon. You will be fun to breed."

"If you say so, Sir."

"I do. Now, prepare yourself."

He did, but no amount of preparation would have readied him for the kitsune's cock. It was massive, the tip alone bigger than all of his fingers pressed together. As it spread him open he gasped for breath, his pulse racing.

It pressed in quickly, his new transformation making it slick and wet. He felt the shaft thin out slightly behind the tip, but it was scant comfort. The sensation of the thick rod stretching out his rim demanded all of his attention, leaving none for pleading or begging.

The musk from his owner and his servants only made it worse. With every breath, his mouth and nose were saturated with their scent and taste. Salty and sweaty, masculine and powerful, it pounded at his mind the way that Lord Amatsuki pounded at his hole. He panted for breath, giving up more of his mind with every second. His fingers drew lines along his thighs as he squeezed his hands into fists.

One of the foxes - the largest of the trio - stepped forward. His cock bobbed before the dragon's face, letting him see the shiny tip before it was forced down his throat. He gagged, but the fox held him down, his lips kissing the fox's knot as pre flowed down his throat and potent musk filled his nose. Not nearly as powerful as the lord's scent, but enough to leave his brain fogged and confused.

Rather than thrusting, the fox stroked his head as Lord Amatsuki slid in and out, each thrust sliding another inch or two into the dragon. It wasn't long before he felt the kitsune's knot against him, and were it not for his tranced state, he would have screamed. The knot was bigger than the shaft by half at least, and no slippery hole would let that in easily. Yet, despite his fear, he simply pressed his lips more tightly to the cock in his mouth, muffling his whimpers.

In and out the massive shaft went, rocking him back and forth on the fox's cock. The pressure inside him was massive, but soon it stopped being a simple stretch. The thick length pressed on a place trainers used to condition dragons, a simple, pleasurable 'button'. With the constant pressure on it, his pain fell away, replaced by bliss. In his musk numbed state, he barely noticed. His body responded on instinct, clenching down on the cock in his hole, making himself tighter as it slipped back and forth.

Two more cocks nudged his face, adding to the scent. He groaned, unable to let them into his mouth, but they didn't seem to mind. They continued to stroke themselves, dripping on his face and utterly drenching him in musk.

A sudden stretch announced the knot trying to force its way in. Even as he recognized it, the worry fell away.

Cock. The bulge belongs to a cock. My hole is made for cock.

It was one of many mantras taught to dragons in training, and it fit the moment. Every time he felt the knot, he dismissed his worries, knowing it was going where it belonged. As a dragon, he was obliged to -

SCHPOP!

His eyes widened as it slipped in. Despite the mantra, he could not ignore how it stretched his hole. He tensed up, a loud whimper slipping around the cock in his mouth. His toes curled in the blankets, and his hole tightened around the massive knot. Soft lips and sharp teeth raked his neck as the lord emptied his load. Draconicon sighed in relief as he felt the lord's warm seed, knowing it was almost over.

The kitsune's orgasm continued, his shaft pulsing as more kitsune seed squirted inside him. The dragon felt it spreading further, flowing from his hole to his stomach. As spurt after spurt filled him, his belly began to grow, swelling with the lord's juices.

The foxes pulled back and watched him as his belly throbbed, hanging down and sloshing loudly with every move he made. Still the kitsune came, and Draconicon gulped as his belly distended further. Would it shoot all the way through, he wondered? He'd experienced such a thing once with a horse and it hadn't been pleasant.

Lord Amatsuki soon finished, much to his relief. Through a combined use of his tails and his servants, he laid the pair of them upon the bed. The kitsune chuckled as he spooned against the dragon's back, patting Draconicon's swollen gut.

"You'd best get used to this, dragon. You will receive a 'gift' like this every time I decide to breed you."

"I hope...Sir...that this is just seed...not a child."

"If I managed that, then I would be a far greater magician than I believe myself to be." The kitsune laughed. "It's merely seed. But you will be swollen for a while."

"What...what now, Sir."

"Now, dragon, we wait for my knot to go down, and then my servants here get their turn with your hole, your mouth, and your body. I imagine this night will be quite the education for you."

Looking about the three foxes waiting, the dragon wondered what he'd gotten into. Already he had been transformed, shrunken, marked with seed, and left with a belly full of seed, and this was only his first day of his year under Lord Amatsuki. If this was a sign of how the year would proceed, he wasn't sure if he could take it.

The End