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The Pet Store

Extraordinary Pets was well known for its quality products and trained pets. Many people looking for a companion would eventually find their way to one of the many stores in the chain, and most left with a new friend. Even those that left alone carried a grin as well as a big bag of various toys and other gear.

This was Haverlon's first time visiting, but he'd heard nothing but good things about the store. It was run by another dragon, which boosted his confidence in how it was handled, but he hadn't been about to do a phone order on something this important. No, the red dragon needed to see this place himself, make sure that the pets he chose were in good shape. It wasn't that he didn't trust the business, but it was a learned habit after a long life of careful business practices.

He passed by a number of posters as he approached the front door, each one advertising a different service the store provided. One poster advertised "Obedience Training," illustrated by a wolf on his knees with his legs forcibly spread and his cock on display. Another promised "Fetch Training," and showed a vixen in mid-crawl towards an unseen master with a leash in her mouth. A full dozen of them were plastered up, and each one was a little more tantalizing than the last. The dragon chuckled to himself, noting them all down before stepping inside.

It was incredibly noisy, forcing him to cover his ears as he adjusted to the roaring crowd. Despite the massive scale of the building, echoes carried everywhere, and the mish-mash of moans, shouts, yelps, whimpers, and other noises made it difficult to hear anything clearly.

That said, he could still watch the employees in action. His lips curled into a smile as he saw naked or near naked pets rolled down the register lines. Clerks scanned the ass barcodes of the purchased pets and tagged them to the purchaser's preference. Most preferred collars, but he spotted a few asking for various sorts of piercings, ranging from a simple earring to something as extreme as a prince albert. As the pets were processed, they went through more than a little gentle molestation. Whether it came from the clerks or the purchasers, wandering hands fondled them, either to get them aroused or just to get a good feel. The dragon chuckled as he watched the display, shaking his head.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you?"

He turned. The speaker was another dragon, black scaled, white eyed, and slightly shorter than him. He smiled.

"Ah, you must be the store owner."

"My reputation precedes me. Draconicon, at your service."

"Haverlon, most willing to accept it."

They laughed. Draconicon folded his hands behind his back.

"So, what are you looking for today, Haverlon? A toy, a slut, a pet, or just a few pieces of equipment to while away some lonely nights?"

"I was thinking more of a harem."

"Ambitious. I should warn you, our -"

"Money is no object. All I require is the highest quality."

"Fair enough, fair enough. Come with me."

The owner led him further into the store. Though the first few aisles were relatively plain, they were far from ordinary. Six inch toys were the shortest toys to be seen, getting larger the further one looked down the aisle. Most appeared relatively normal, looking like a basic cock, but some were more exotic. The latter ranged from glow in the dark dildos to thick, vibrating butt plugs to self-lubing, aphrodisiac leaking super-cocks. Haverlon gave the last one a lingering look before turning back to his guide.

Past the toys hung harnesses and bondage equipment. Sex swings, crosses, and sets of straps were laid out for customers to try out, and he saw some doing just that. A hawk hung upside down on one cross while a bat ate out her pussy, while a black and red dragon fucked a smaller wolf on a swing only five feet away.

"Huh."

"Is there a problem?"

"Oh, no, no. I just don't usually see dragons with stars in their wings."

"Ah. That's Necross. I swear he brings his wolf in here every week with some excuse to try out the equipment. I do wish he'd just be open about wanting to show off his mate, really."

Haverlon chuckled, watching the dragon - Necross - pound the wolf's ass for a few seconds before moving on. Of course, those pairs were hardly the only ones enjoying themselves. He saw all sorts of customers trying out the toys and twice as many employees cleaning up after them before the next customer had a turn.

Past the dozen or so aisles of toys and equipment, he saw ten different tables, each with a monitor and an employee staffing it. The two dragons paused, watching as a male panther pulled a snow leopard onto a table. She looked rather nervous, but both her owner and the otter employee patted her head, assuring her that there was nothing to worry about.

"Some sort of examination?"

"Something like that, Haverlon. After all, we have to be thorough."

The otter pulled out a pair of inflatable plugs. After drenching them in enough lube to leave them dripping, the employee shoved them into the feline on the table. She whimpered, lowering her head as a burst of red shined through her fur. As the otter squeezed a set of pumps, she started to moan.

"What are they doing?"

"Well, not all of our customers know the right size for their pets. So, we measure their pussies and asses to see what sort of things they can tolerate, and what would be best for keeping them disciplined. See the screen there?"

After taking a step to the side he did. The monitor was split in half, the top labeled "Anal", the bottom "Vaginal." Beside a rough scan of the interior of her holes were a pair of numbers labeled Length and Width, which continued going up as the otter kept pumping.

"We developed these plugs to measure the inside of a male or female, see just how much they can take. Kind of like measuring for shoes, except -"

"Kinkier?"

"Heh, I'd say more fun, but that's me."

"I'll have to come back here with some of the guys I pick out."

"Only if you buy secondhand, big red. All the new guys here are pre-measured."

The red dragon chuckled. They are thorough he thought. They waited until the snow leopard was fully measured - with a vaginal/anal cock capacity of four inches by eight and two by ten - before moving on.

The pet cages filled the rest of the store, and there were hundreds of glass cells to hold them. As they were arranged in alphabetical order by species, Haverlon asked to be taken to the Z's. Draconicon blinked but went along with it. They passed by antelopes, foxes, pandas, white sharks (great), before finally reaching the species he wanted.

The zebras were all attractive, but one pair caught his attention and held it. Though they were in separate cells - glass cubes measuring seven feet on all sides - the two males pressed against the barrier separating them. With their lips pressed against the glass and their cocks hard and oozing against the glass barrier, they presented quite a sexy sight.

"Do they usually do that?"

"Surprisingly, yes. These two are brothers, and they tend to put on a show whenever someone comes back here. Something about not wanting to be sold apart. But they do this when no one's looking, too."

"I can understand that. Who wouldn't want to keep a pair of brothers together?"

"Ah, a fan of family love?"

"Aren't you?"

"Besides the point."

Chuckling, he took a closer look at the equine pair. They were well built, one standing about five foot eight inches while the other measured a few inches taller. Neither of them disappointed in cock length either; the one with the smaller cock - surprisingly, the taller one - measured nine inches long. They continued to make out as he 'examined' them, and as they shifted positions he saw that they both had butt plugs in them.

"I thought they came pre-measured, Draconicon."

"They do. How else do you think we measure them?"

"Doesn't keeping it in there make them loose, though?"

"Not really. We measure every pet and then give them something just below what they crave. Keeps them eager instead of satisfied."

"Huh. Good idea."

"Thank you."

One of the brothers glanced towards them. It was a slight movement, the sort one did when one didn't want to be seen staring. However, he saw it, and chuckled. Giving the pair a thumbs up, the dragon got them to blush before going back to their lovemaking. They really enjoy being watched, he thought as the shorter zebra squirted pre on the glass.

"How much for the pair of them?"

"Hmmm, considering training, housing, food - Oh, were you planning on getting the tagging done here too?"

He sighed.

"Draconicon, I told you before that money is no object. Just give me the best package and tell me what the price is."

"$4,000."

"That's all?"

"I can raise the price if you think it's not reflecting their real worth."

"No, no, that's fine." Of course, he thought. That's more than most people would be able to afford. I should be able to remember that by now. "What does the package include?"

"The two of them, a microchip implant, optional piercing, a harness and leash for them both, five weeks of lessons of your choice per pet, and ten premium toys per pet."

"Seems fair." He nodded. "I have a few others in mind, but I was hoping to try out the various subs. Do you have a way that I can do that?"

"Sure. There's the bonding room. I can get these two sent there while we look through the rest of the cells, if you like."

"That'd be great, thanks."

As Draconicon called a few employees to remove the zebras from their cells, Haverlon wandered down the aisles of cells. The store had quite a collection, with every species having at least ten individuals representing it. Some of them were less gender balanced - the foxes in particular, with three times the number of females than males - but each one offered variety.

With the cells as large as they were, every pet had space to move, and they all kept busy. Some of them bounced on a toy they'd been provided, while others hung from a set of ceiling bondage. Some knelt with their legs spread like on the poster, while a few had their cocks inside of a milking tube or their clits inside a stimulation cap.

Spotting a bull that was undergoing a milking treatment, Haverlon gestured at him with a thumb.

"What'd he do to earn that?"

"One of our customers requested some of his seed for stud purposes."

"And he's not getting to mate them, why?"

"Mostly because she's a lesbian and doesn't want a real male. Artificial insemination, you know."

"Ah. Well, I want to see him in the room, too."

"As soon as he's done being -"

The bull suddenly thrust forward, mooing at the top of his lungs. His prodigious balls shrank as a thick stream of seed ran up the tube, flowing out of sight as the bovine collapsed onto his heels again.

"Well, I guess that would be now."

"At least he'll have some staying power, considering he just came."

"Give me some credit, Haverlon. We train our pets seriously here. Just because he's a male -"

"Fine, fine. Just get him to the room. I still have a few more to pick."

"You realize that this will be expensive?"

"For the average customer, Draconicon. Not for me."

The bull was removed as they walked down the aisles. Every now and then they'd pause, Draconicon giving the pertinent information for the pet that caught the dragon's eye, and Haverlon either nodding or shaking his head when he was done hearing about them.

Extraordinary Pets took great care to keep their 'products' clean and well cared for, and it showed in the appearance of every pet. Their fur and scales were clean, and even the pets in chastity belts were clearly taken care of. No crusty bits that one might find clinging to the devices in less reputable places could be seen. Haverlon approved.

There was a remarkable diversity between the different subs, even those of the same species. Every one of them had different personalities. Some remained at the back of their cell, either shy or scared, while others would come right up to the glass wall with a bounce and a grin. Others put on a show, trying to get the attention of potential buyers, and still others would watch, measuring potential masters with a deep, penetrating gaze. It surprised him that Draconicon kept such defiant submissives, but he supposed that there were masters that preferred being held accountable by their pets.

One of the more eager foxes caught his eye. A male with a surprisingly deep red coat, the fox sauntered from the center of his cell to the glass wall. He smiled, licking his lips at the pair of dragons before turning around and lifting his tail. The pucker between the creamy ass cheeks was surprisingly loose looking, almost gaping.

"What is this?"

"Well, not all of our males are limited to small cocks, you know."

"He uses something bigger than large, though! What's he use, a horse cock?"

"He'd prefer an elephant, honestly, but Thor's the biggest we dare give him."

His eyes almost popped out of his head. The black dragon just shrugged as Haverlon turned back to the fox. He was fingering himself without any lube, using three of his fingers. There was no obvious discomfort, no hesitation or sign that he was doing it for attention. He was just that eager.

"Well, if he's going to be looking for a good sized cock, he might as well get used to a dragon."

"I've thought the same. Bonding room?"

"Bonding room."

Their previous conversations about money must have finally sunk in because this time the black dragon didn't tell him the cost. They continued wandering the aisles, looking at more of the inventory. The other foxes were surprised. He supposed most people didn't buy more than one pet at a time, considering the cost.

He ignored their new shows and displays, even when some foxes started fisting themselves. He already had an eager anal slut to go with a pair of zebra brothers and a bull that good enough for stud duties. He didn't need another slutty ass. He wanted something else, something that looked -

Splurt, splurt, splat.

He froze, turning to the source of the sound. The cell housed a doberman, the canine spurting his seed on the wall. Looking up from cummy puddle, Haverlon just managed to recognize the K9 UNIT tattoo on the dog's shoulder before the eager sub was licking his seed up from the wall. The dog's tongue was quick and efficient, leaving the glass slightly smeared but completely clean. Rather than getting up, the canine pushed against the glass, pressing as close to the dragon's crotch as he could.

"Is he alright?"

"Him? Oh, Franz is fine. He's just a little bit...obsessed."

"With cum?"

"Right in one. Getting it out of cocks, getting it down his throat, and basically anything that involves sucking and tasting males."

"And why hasn't he been picked up?" He looked at the price tag. "Even for a normal person, $200 isn't all that much."

"I'm not kidding when I say he's obsessed, you know. He's gone through a couple of masters already, and most of them bring him back when he drives them crazy by trying to get them to cum a dozen times or more before noon."

He raised an eyebrow, and the owner lifted his hand in the air.

"My lips to God's ears, I swear it."

It was a little ridiculous, but it was clear that Franz was hungry for something. He continued to whimper and beg, his eyes wide as he pawed at the glass barrier.

"If you'll pardon me, I'd recommend against him. Unless you have a ridiculous recovery period, there's no way that you're going to keep up with him."

"What are you going to do with him, then?"

"Well, I've been calling a few clubs around here, seeing if they can afford to put up a dedicated cock sucker, but most of them are passing on it. Maybe I can get an open couple to come in here and buy him, but -"

"Don't bother. I'll take him."

"Didn't you just hear me?"

"Eh, I need a couple dozen orgasms by noon anyway. This way the other guys don't get so tired."

"P-pardon?"

"Yeah, I got some disorder or something. Hyper something or other, and some guys claim I have nymphomania or something."

"Um..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I guess it's up to you. He'll have a home here if you can't keep him, but good luck with trying him out."

Draconicon waved a few workers over to move the canine, and this time Haverlon stayed to watch. The apron-wearing foxes unlocked the cell and had to grab the doberman as he leaped forward. Even with the two of them they struggled to hold him back as Franz strained for the two dragons, his nose pointed right at the red dragon's crotch. He shook his head; the dog really needed a good home, and he hoped he could provide something for him.

As the canine was carted away, he put his hand against his chin. That was a pair of equines, a vulpine, a canine, and a bovine. I still need something exotic, he thought.

"Do you have many avians?"

"A few, yes. Not as many as our other species."

"I don't suppose you happen to have a phoenix?"

"One."

The dragon's short answer got his attention, and he turned to face the black dragon.

"Something wrong with that one?"

"Sort of. There's a small problem with disobedience. To be honest, I'd prefer not to have to put that one on the sale floor, but there are a few people higher up the chain that prefer to keep the mythological ones on sale all the time, regardless of whether they've been trained yet or not."

"Is he dangerous?"

"More stubborn, really."

"And that's a problem?"

"For some. Do you enjoy breaking your own sluts?"

He shrugged.

"Well, I guess we can show him to you, and you can make your decision."

"Assume you can do that with everybody, and we'll get through this a lot quicker."

"Heh, fair enough."

They backtracked through a few aisles to the species starting with 'P'. From there, it was a short walk to the phoenix Draconicon had mentioned, surrounded by pigs on one side and penguins on the other. All of them were quick to move to the front of their cages and put themselves on display, but the phoenix was less enthusiastic, and he could see why. Instead of an ass barcode, this guy had one tattooed across his chest. There was no way that he could forget that he was stuck in the system, immediately identifiable as a pet.

"He's someone serving a prison sentence, isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Anything serious?"

"Some pickpocketing stuff, really. Nothing huge, but he had a crap lawyer."

"Does this happen often?"

"No, but every now and then someone will pick servitude rather than jail for some reason. Reator there was one of them."

He'd heard of that alternative being taken before, but usually only when someone had a good reason to avoid prison. For all that pickpockets were annoying, they usually didn't have a huge criminal record or anything else that would warrant that sort of fear. After all, jail was temporary - usually - while this sort of servitude lasted as long as their buyer wanted. Of course, a pet could appeal the process, but it wasn't exactly weighted towards them.

Leaning on the glass, he examined the phoenix as he debated whether he would be worth the trouble. Just like everyone else, Reator was kept clean. His feathers were well groomed and the scaly flesh along his limbs was polished. There were no signs of filth, disease or injury, and the phoenix wasn't suffering in his cage.

Honestly, he wasn't bad looking. His arms and legs were leanly muscled, and he had a decent sized cock drooping over his sac. A little bit difficult to tell how fun he'd be to fuck, but he doubted that would be a problem. The wings sprouting from his shoulders looked pretty capable. He'd need to do something about them to keep the avian from flying away, but he'd think of something to make or buy. Money could get near anything, after all.

The only problem was the bird's obvious defiance. There was no kidding himself; if there was any chance to get away, the phoenix would take it and he'd be out the money of purchase. Not a big loss, but just because he had a fair bit of money didn't mean that he wanted to throw it away.

"Does he have any history with other masters?"

"Not really. Most people have been too scared to buy him."

"Not -"

"Not you, yes, I know." Chuckling, the dragon looked in at the phoenix. "You're gonna give him a shot, aren't you?"

"Eh, if he doesn't work out, he can go in. But I think I can handle him."

"You're a dragon. That's kind of obvious. The question is whether the two of you are going to enjoy it."

"One of us will. Hopefully both."

"You do know that I have a rule against doing anything extreme to my submissives, right?"

"You mean your inventory."

"No."

He turned as Draconicon grabbed his arm. The black dragon's eyes locked on his.

"I'm serious here, Haverlon. I've had a few customers come in here and rough up some of these guys. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that they woke up in a hospital for what they did. If you plan on getting rough with Reator here, I want you to know what's coming."

"Do you really think that I'm going to do something that stupid?"

"No, but I want to be careful. They're still people, not sex toys, and I get some customers that forget that."

"I'm not one of those customers."

He pulled his arm free as he turned to the phoenix. He doubted that Reator would bend to his will from a beating. There were those that would submit after that, but the phoenix wasn't one of them.

"Just get him to the bonding room, and I'll deal with him there."

"Gently, remember? Gently."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to him that he won't love."

Draconicon hesitated before calling another pair of employees. Walking away from the cell, they went to the very back of the store. A number of rooms were laid out in a similar way to dressing rooms at a clothing store, just with a greater amount of space devoted to each one. Reator was hauled into one of them, but Draconicon stopped him from following. He had six files shoved at him, and he looked down with a blink. Each one had a name neatly printed on the tab, and as the top one fell open, he saw a picture of one of the zebras he'd picked out.

"Personal files? Why?"

"If you want to bond with them, you should at least know their names and a bit about them."

"Isn't that what talking is for?"

"Usually, but there's only 10 bonding rooms and I am going to have other customers coming in. Are you a fast reader?"

"No."

"I'll hit the highlights for you, then. Sit down."

Sitting at a nearby table, Draconicon took the files back and spread them out, opening them one by one..

"Huota Kota. 22 years old, major fan of yaoi hentai and a big gamer. Absolutely loves to worship his brother's cock and spend time between his bro and another man.

"Jurota Kota. 24 years old, some experience in the porn industry, shy about being filmed but loves to show off in person. Bit of a thing for feet, but won't push for it. Addicted to his brother's ass.

"Bubba Joe -"

"Stop, stop, stop." Haverlon held up his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Bubba Joe. Are you serious? I thought those names went out of style when the south got those two decades of free university education."

"Some people hung onto it. Mark of pride or something."

"How -"

"I don't know." Draconicon shook his head. "Anyway, Bubba Joe. 30 years old, hard worker, pretty keen horse lover. As in horseback riding, not the other stuff. Bit of a scaly fetish, and loves to get his cock milked by a mouth, ass, or machine.

"Andre Pulmo. 18 years old with a six month career in pornography before he signed up for the program. Enjoys writing, and is a huge size queen. It took us the last two months to get him to stop driving the biggest things he could find up his ass, and I guarantee you that he's gonna be all over you if you've got more than three inches diameter to your name."

"I do."

"That's...good." Draconicon shook his head, focusing again. "Franz Gunnt. 28 years old, former smoker that has a serious oral fixation. On the rare occasion he's satisfied, he's a hell of a tinkerer and loves fiddling with tools around the house. Not much for kinks; shove a cock in his face and he's good.

"Aaaaand Reator."

"No last name?"

"No last name, but 24 years old, some interest in drawing and painting from what we've been able to figure out. Absolutely no idea what his kinks are, but I have seen him lingering around the laundry bucket after their exercises."

"Exercises?"

"Hey, we don't keep them in the cages all the time. They do need to be somewhat fit, after all, so we put a gym in on the bottom floor."

"Gym? No, wait, don't tell me." He shook his head. "So he was around the laundry bucket. Jocks?"

"Yeah. He seemed to have something for the smell, because he was blushing when the employees found him."

Haverlon chuckled. That kink would be easy enough to play on. The others were already eager to prove themselves; all he needed to do was deal with Reator.

"Anything else I should know?"

"Not that I can think of."

Closing the files, Draconicon walked to the door. He pulled out a key and undid the lock, stepping back to let him get through.

"You have about 45 minutes. After that, I need to ask you to either pay or give the room to another customer."

"That'll be plenty. Thank you, Draconicon."

"You're welcome. Good luck."

He stepped inside. The door shut itself behind him as he examined the room. It was reasonably large, about thirty feet by twenty five feet with four beds lining the walls. A variety of sex toys were laid out on shelves, arranged from smallest to largest and just waiting to be used. Six chairs were laid out in a half circle in the middle of the room, but only four were occupied. Franz was on the ground holding his face with Andre the fox beside him, supporting him as the doberman groaned. Everyone else glared at the phoenix.

"What happened here?"

Reator looked up, clenching one hand into a fist. Sighing, he pressed his hand to his forehead. Franz must have gotten too affectionate with the one pet who wouldn't tolerate it.

That was a problem. If these pets were going to be part of his household, then he needed to ensure they'd work as a team. He'd hoped to play with the cooperative ones first, but the phoenix needed a reminder of who was in charge.

As he walked across the room, he paused to pat Franz's head before advancing on the avian. He flicked the button of his pants open and pulled on the zipper.

"I am not a bad man to have as a master or a superior, Reator. The rest of the people here believe that. You, though, need a little convincing."

"Nobody touches me, dragon. I don't let 'em, and I'm not gonna let you."

"Now that, Reator, is where you're wrong."

His cock flopped out of his pants, and some of the pets gasped at the sight. Though soft, his cock was a full nine inches long and very thick. But it was more than that. A powerful musk had been contained by his pants, and now that his cock was on display, the scent filled the room. He saw the defiant phoenix go wide-eyed as he smelled it, neck muscles twitching as the bird tried to ignore it. Advancing on the defiant sub, he grabbed his cock and lifted it up so that the tip pointed at the bird's face.

"I don't have to do a thing to you, Reator. All I have to do is stand here. If you think that you can resist what you really want, then you can feel free to try. But something tells me that you're going to lose control before I lose my patience."

Surprisingly, the phoenix said nothing. The comment obviously ruffled his feathers, but apart from a shudder, he showed no reaction. The bird's nose holes flared, twitching as the avian continued sucking up the musk. Even with his head turned to the side, there was no way for him to avoid it.

The other subs watched as the phoenix's cock began to harden. It was a slow process with Reator fighting against his body, but it kept rising. Soon it pointed forward, and shortly after that rose to full erection. It had only taken thirty seconds for the defiant pet to get fully erect, and all from the dragon's musk.

Haverlon took another step forward, rubbing his cock tip against the phoenix's beak. The bird growled, but didn't bite. If anything, Reator clenched his beak tighter. Despite that, his nostrils still twitched, and the tension around his eyes faded with every sniff.

"I know what you want, Reator. You think that you have to prove you're tough so you don't have to submit to anyone. You think that you've been screwed by the system, and you probably have. But that doesn't mean that you can't have a little fun with this. I already know you love this smell. Everybody here knows it."

"I...I'm not a slut..."

"Oh, but you are." The phoenix slumped, but the dragon pressed his beak up again, the nose holes close to his cock. "But that's not a bad thing. A slut can be as free as anyone else. They've embraced what they want, and they give so much to everyone else around them. There's nothing wrong with it, as long as you can take pride in it."

His musk and words were breaking down the phoenix. Reator turned his head, pressing the side of his beak flush against the dragon's cock. He breathed faster, more eagerly, and his cock twitched among his feathers.

Haverlon gave himself a few strokes to get his pre flowing. The first droplet oozed down the bird's beak, and Reator gasped.

"See? You do like it, even if you don't want to admit it."

"No, I...I am..."

He slid the bird's head down until the beak was under his scaly sac. His musk was most potent there, and as soon as Reator smelled it he went limp. Moaning, the submissive phoenix shuddered in need.

"That's it. Breathe it in, Reator. That's a lot better than the smell from the jockstraps, isn't it? Dragon musk, right from the source instead of secondhand."

"Mmm....mmm hmmm..."

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying that. If you're a good birdy, if you get along with your other submissives, you'll get to smell this and enjoy it every day. If you're a good little slut for me, I'll make sure that you are always happy. All you have to do is do what I say, and make sure that I stay happy. Do you think you can do that, hmmm? Do you think that you can be a good, proud slut for me, little birdy?"

Reator shuddered as he nodded.

The other pets in the room gasped in shock, and he'd just bet that Draconicon done the same, wherever he was. With all the phoenix's resistance, Haverlon hadn't been entirely sure that this would work - for that matter, he'd been slightly worried that the phoenix would try and bite his dick off - but in the end it had worked better than he'd hoped. He grinned, patting the avian's head.

"That's a good boy. Now, turn around and let me see that feathery butt of yours."

Almost trance-like, Reator stood up and turned around. His orange tail feathers lifted and spread almost like a peacock, and he reached back with a scaled hand to spread his ass cheeks apart. His hole was fairly tight looking, though like the others did look like he'd been penetrated before. Definitely tighter than Andre's hole looked, though.

Bending down so his cock was at the right angle, he rubbed his stiffening erection between those downy ass cheeks. The feathers stroked him back, teasing him to erection. He got hard even faster than the phoenix had, his nine inch softie growing to ten, eleven, twelve, before finally stopping at a whopping fourteen inches. His fingers were spread wide around the shaft, the tips of his thumb and middle finger more than an inch apart.

"My god in heaven, I want that inside me."

He looked over his shoulder. Andre stared at him with worshiping eyes and a hell of a hard-on, stroking himself as he supported Franz. He chuckled at the fox's hungry look.

"You'll have it after I break Reator in, Andre. No worries."

"Mmmm, I can't wait, you scaly stud."

Neither can I, the red dragon thought.

The formerly defiant Reator shook his ass back and forth, begging the big dragon to take him. Before he gave in, however, he remembered. Lube. He gestured to one of the zebras - Jurota, he thought - who grabbed a canister of it. The zebra applied it for him and quickly stepped out of the way.

As he pressed his cock against the phoenix's twitching rim, his sub moaned loudly, throwing his head back and curling his toes.

"Come on...please...fuck your birdy...fuck your birdy slut..."

"Got to you that fast, hmm? Well, for once, your wish is my command."

He grabbed the phoenix's hips and slid forward, the slightly thinner tip of his cock forcing its way in. The inner walls were tight, and even in his musky haze Reator gasped and lowered his head. Shuddering, the phoenix gripped the top of his chair hard as the dragon forced himself in, gradually forcing him open.

The other subs gathered around. Jurota and Huota were at both sides of his cock, licking their lips as he forced the phoenix open. Andre stood a little further back, openly staring in envy while Franz worked the fox's cock. The doberman was good, his lips tight along the fox's shaft and sucking loudly, slurping on every inch of the vulpine's length. He was the only one that wasn't interested in the whole thing. Bubba Joe, the bull, sat slightly behind the rest, stroking his cock to the show.

Being watched only made it more fun for him. Grunting, he pulled the feathery butt along his cock, fucking the phoenix with a grin on his face. Reator rapidly lost his tightness as the dragon forced himself in, each thrust stealing more from him, and the phoenix loved it, squeezing down and begging incoherently for more.

In minutes he sped up, taking the phoenix hard. His hips thrust hard, smacking against that feathery rump, and each time they collided it made a sound of scales on flesh, a rough spanking 'smack' that made it even sexier. His pre made everything slick, providing even more lube than the copious amount on his shaft. Wet, slick, messy and loud; that was the sex he enjoyed, and that's what he was getting.

Growling, the red dragon lifted the bird off the chair. Holding him up with his powerful arms, he bounced the slut up and down his cock, stuffing him hard and fast. A tongue licked his balls, but by this point, he really didn't care which sub was doing it. All he cared about was filling this bird to the point where he'd ooze cum for a week.

"Yes, yes! Fuck your birdie! Fuck your birdie!"

The begging made it all the sweeter as he finally reached his climax. Burying his head against the bird's neck with a growl, he came hard, shooting a heavy load up Reator's ass. He held himself deep inside, remaining hilted for his entire orgasm. It took nearly half a minute to finish, and as he pulled out, his cock was drenched in his own cum.

Reator collapsed against his chair, his ass raised high and his face a picture of pleasure. It was as funny as it was sexy to see the well-fucked phoenix looking so silly, particularly with a lovely creampie oozing from his gaping hole. Franz pounced, slurping at the cum oozing out of the bird while the rest of the subs chuckled. Even Haverlon chuckled at the sight, shaking his head.

"He really is a total slut for cum, isn't he?"

"He isn't the only one, oh studly scaly one."

Andre grabbed him by his cock, stroking his wet shaft with a hungry grin. Kissing the tip, the fox stroked him just enough to keep him hard without actually hurting him.

"Hmm, had practice there, Andre?"

"Oh, just the usual thing of having a top that finishes before me. I don't want to go un-fucked just because a master gets tired, after all."

"Well, considering that I go for a few dozen orgasms a day, I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Nothing he could have said would have made the group happier. They turned as one, their eyes wide above their wide grins. In that moment, they all looked just as cock hungry as the fox did. He wondered if he was biting off more than he could chew, but he shrugged it off. After all, he was a dragon, and a nympho-whatever one, too. Six people might be tiring, but it was better than having his arms ache at the end of the day from endless masturbation.

Of course, he still had to make sure that they measured up to his standards, and Andre was the best person to check next. Even with the fox's slutty attitude, he didn't know if that gaping hole could give him much pleasure. There was a point where looseness remained visually sexy and lost any real sensation during sex.

"Andre, pick a position. Time to test out your hole."

"Mmm, and here I thought you'd forgotten about it."

The fox grinned as he walked to one of the beds. He leaned against the foot of the bed, one leg up and his tail draped over his shoulder. He curled his toes in the way that another might curl their finger, inviting his lover to take him. Chuckling, the dragon followed, the other pets getting out of the way. He didn't bother with additional lube. His cock was already soaked with cum and lube and if that wasn't enough for the fox's gaping hole, then too bad. Besides, he was pretty sure that the fox liked it a bit rough.

Andre shoved back as soon as the dragon's cock settled under his tail. It was Haverlon's turn to gasp as his cock slid in up to the hilt in a split second, the sensation almost like gliding into a perfectly lubed sex toy, but warmer. The fox tightened, hard, and he groaned.

"Oooh fuck."

"Mmmm, you see, master? I have a lot of control back there. I can be as loose or as tight as you want."

"Well, you're going to be fun."

"That's the plan, master."

The fox was so subservient already and he hadn't done anything. Definitely a plus. With his attitude and his flirty nature, Andre was going to be a fun pet to have around the house.

Unlike with the phoenix, he didn't have to take his time working the male open, and thanks to Andre's muscle control, he didn't have to worry about the fox getting too loose before he came. The dragon groaned as he pulled back, feeling the fox squeezing him until only the head of his cock remained inside before going loose as the dragon thrust forward. The fox predicted him almost perfectly, squeezing down to give him the perfect tightness before loosening up just as he pushed deep.

Despite the looseness, he knew the fox felt everything. Andre's eyes were closed and his mouth open in a silent moan. The fox showed all the signs of pleasure, and the red dragon chuckled, patting the fox's ass.

"Mmm, better than a Thor, isn't it?"

"You have...no idea, master."

"Heh, I think I have some. Brace yourself; it's only going to get better."

Now that he knew that the fox could take it without getting hurt, he took the sex to a new level. His claws sunk through the fur, getting a good grip. Either Andre knew what was coming next or just had another good guess, because he leaned forward as the dragon started humping him in earnest.

No longer silent, the fox moaned loudly as he was ploughed into the bed. The other pets were at the sides of the bed, watching them like dogs watching their masters having sex. Their snouts and muzzles pressed over the edges of the bed as they enjoyed the show, most of them either jerking off or teasing themselves.

He chuckled. The fox's ass tightened and loosened around his cock, the vulpine's muscle control absolutely incredible. His gaping hole milked the dragon better than a stud-tube, and the red dragon gritted his teeth in an effort to not lose control. Tightening his grip, he shifted his angle of thrust and rammed in hard. Andre gasped under him, moans turning into soft, pleasured yelps as the dragon found his spot. His chest hit the bed as he moaned, his body shuddering under the dragon's thrusts. The fox howled in pleasure, and Haverlon wasn't far behind. He panted and growled as well, feeling the fox's ass tighten up as the slut under him got closer and closer to his climax.

After almost five minutes, the fox threw his head back and moaned louder than ever as his load hit the sheets below. It must have been a big one, because the dragon could hear each and every splatter. Andre must have gone without a good pounding for weeks, if not months; a size fetishist preferred big things to get off, but a true size queen couldn't get off without something massive. Andre must have been one of those that had gone big and never gone back.

Haverlon was pulled along for the ride. The fox's hole had gone from extremely loose to virgin tight as his muscles tensed in orgasm, milking the dragon as he went over the edge. He growled into the fox's tail, filling him with a load almost as large as what he'd shot in Reator. He pulled out halfway through, letting the last of his cum spray over Andre's ass cheeks, a little marking of the fox.

Just as before, the doberman was ready to lick it up, but rather than let the canine get to work, the dragon grabbed him by the arm. Franz yelped but didn't resist when he was turned to face his master.

"Hello, Franz."

"H-hello, sir."

He was almost surprised. Considering how frenzied the dog had been, he'd almost expected the doberman to be incapable of speech. The slight stutter concerned him, but at least he could talk, if a bit more hesitantly compared to most K9 UNIT officer dogs.

"I know you've been dying to have a new dick, haven't you? I mean, you almost tried to dig through the glass when you saw me. Don't you get a little fun like that here?"

"N-not really, sir. They take care of us, b-but they want to make sure that we're eager, t-too."

"What's that mean?"

"Well, sir, it m-means that we get only h-half of what w-we want."

That would explain the extreme arousal of the caged pets. Most had looked like they hadn't gotten some fun in ages, let alone recently. If they were on some of the chemicals that the store sold for aphrodisiac play, too, then that would be almost torture. A very fun torture, admittedly, and one that he'd probably put his own pets through, but most would go a little crazy. For those that had an actual fixation like Franz, life would have been exceedingly difficult.

"Well, you don't have to worry about going without with me, Franz. I'm going to take you next, so let's get this started."

"D-don't you need a little t-time to recover, sir?"

"Nah. Take a look if you don't believe me."

To his credit, Franz didn't do anything of the sort. He just trusted him to tell the truth. Nodding in approval, the dragon took him over to the next bed, laying him down with the dog facing the foot of the bed and his legs pointing up in the air.

"Alright, when I say go, I want you to start sucking on my cock, and don't stop until we both cum. Got it?"

"Y-yes sir."

Opening his mouth, the doberman pulled the dragon's dick into his mouth. The dog's tongue was surprisingly dexterous, and Haverlon nodded his approval as Franz took his cock deep. He stepped forward slowly, letting his cock fill the dog's mouth at the sub's pace and making sure to avoid the teeth.

Surprisingly, Franz was able to guide him without any use of his hands or lips. All he used was his tongue, and it was like riding a warm, solid wave forward. The red dragon grinned, panting softly as the tongue swiveled over the top of his cock. It was a different position for a blowjob, and it touched spots on his cock that were normally ignored. The ridged, more solid flesh at the roof of the dog's mouth rubbing against the underside of his cock was another exquisite pleasure this position offered, and Haverlon moaned at the feeling.

As his cock slipped into the doberman's throat, he grabbed the dog's legs. There wasn't even a yelp from him as the dragon lifted him up, pulling his back and ass off of the bed and into the air. In only a few seconds, the dog had his nose buried against the dragon's balls, his legs over the dragon's shoulders, and his ass right in the dragon's face.

"Mmmph...keep sucking down there, Franz. I want to hear you enjoying my dick, got it?"

The dog gave a muffled grunt of assent before sucking like mad, and Haverlon nearly dropped him as he was almost overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of stimulation. Suction, lapping, licking; the canine's talented tongue teased every inch of the dragon's cock. It was intensely powerful, and he definitely understood how the doberman could tire a person out.

Getting himself under control, he glanced at the doberman's ass. Muscled like he expected of a former officer, the cheeks were spread just enough for him to get a good look at the pucker between. It was nice and clean, well washed and flexing slightly. It would be a decent enough hole to fuck, but nothing like the muzzle around his cock. But that would be for later. For now, he wanted Franz to get some of the pleasure that he dished out.

He grinned as he darted his head forward, sliding his tongue along the doberman's hole. The skin stretched, tugged by his tongue before snapping back, and he felt the dog tense up, the cock against his chest suddenly twitching.

"Oh, you like getting your ass licked, huh?"

"Mmmph! Sss, 'ir."

"Heh, let's see if I can get you to cum from it."

Oh, the doberman shivered at that, and Haverlon felt the warm pre running down his chest. He chuckled as he buried his snout between the dog's ass cheeks, lapping at the twitching pucker. It was warm but bland, the only scent the natural smell that clung to other males. Every lick sent another twitch of pleasure through the whimpering sub, more pre leaking from his cock as he was teased. It also inspired the dog to pleasure the dragon more in return. While Franz had been eager before, now he licked his cock like a thing possessed, milking it eagerly and swallowing the dragon's pre.

It turned into a race, licking and sucking on ass and cock, and he wasn't sure if he could outlast the doberman. Franz was crazy with hunger for cock, craving that load more than anything else in his little world. Haverlon panted, his legs shaking before he steadied himself. The dog bounced his head back and then shoved it forward again, deepthroating the dragon's cock as far as it would go. Groaning, he forced his tongue past the doberman's hole. It was loose enough for him to slide in easily and clean enough for him to find what he was looking for. He flicked his tongue over the dog's prostate -

And just like that Franz went over the edge. His cock throbbed against the dragon's chest, shuddering as he tensed up. Haverlon continued tongue-fucking his pet through his orgasm, dragging his tongue in and out of that loose hole, pausing to lick around the rim twice before diving back in. Every thrust drew a moan and a shudder from the dog, his hole begging for more.

He only stopped when Franz stopped squirting. Slowly laying the K9 veteran onto the bed again, he'd just gotten the doberman on his back he was pushed over the edge himself. Biting his lip, he panted as he shot his load down the canine's throat. He gripped the bed sheets as his body shook, Franz milking his cock for every drop of cum he had. He even pulled back to suckle on the head like it was a straw. Pleasurable shudders turned into winces, and he had to pull his cock back.

"Geez...you are an insatiable guy, aren't you?"

Licking his lips, the dog nodded.

"I've always...always had a n-need for something in m-my mouth, sir. C-cock and c-cum is the best for me."

"Well, in that case, I'll just have to make sure that you get a lot then, won't I?"

"Mmm. If you g-give me that, and a rimming like that n-now and then, I'll b-be a happy doberman."

Chuckling, Haverlon turned to the remaining three submissives. The two zebra brothers were already waiting for him. They'd turned their asses his way, Huota fingering Jurota and vice versa. Despite being looser than anyone but Andre, the Kota brothers obviously wanted some lube and stretching before taking his cock.

Bubba Joe, on the other hand, remained on his knees with his hands behind him, his eyes locked on the red dragon. The bull looked like he was waiting for an order, and judging by the way that his tongue hung out - not so much like a dog, just a mild pant - he seemed to hope for an order of worship. Which, thinking about it, wasn't something he'd turn down.

But he had to pick something for the three of them. There was no time to do them one by one, and while he'd already planned to use the Kota brothers together, now he needed to incorporate the bull into their play.

"What would you wish of us, Sir?"

"We are more than ready for anything you require, Master."

Their voices were as enticing as their teasing, deep and soothing, quiet but still having those deep equine tones. Just hearing them talk brought new life to his dick, bringing it back to full erection in record time. He walked over to the bent-over zebras. Picking the younger one, he slapped his cock against Huota's ass before grabbing the older brother's ass. A little groping and squeezing had them moaning for him, and he turned to the bull.

"Get over here, Bubba. I think I know what I'll have you do, now."

The bull was quick enough to get behind the dragon. After lifting his tail, the dragon reached back and tugged one ass cheek to the side.

"I happen to enjoy a little rimming myself. Why don't you tend to my ass while I get to work on these brothers, hmm?"

"Yessir."

Thick fingers kept his ass cheeks apart as he turned to the zebras. He was surprised at how eager the southern bull was, but there was no denying his skill. The bull's broad tongue rimming his ass felt damn good. Hot and wide, it slid smoothly along his scales, only slowing when Bubba licked his hole directly. It sent throbs of pleasure through his cock, making it bounce against Huota's ass.

"Is Sir going to fuck me now?"

"Please, Master, give my brother a good fuck. He needs it so bad, and so do I."

"Mmm, you're both going to get one."

The dragon pushed his cock down until the tip brushed against the younger brother's hole. Huota pushed his hole against his tip, and Haverlon could feel the equine flexing his ass, keeping it loose and relaxed to let him in. The zebra's eagerness enticed him to give the pet what he wanted. Thrusting forward, he slammed his cock into the younger brother and his fingers into Jurota. Both moaned as they were filled, pushing back against his cock and fingers. They wriggled under him, big asses jiggling with every shudder through their bodies. Huota's hole flexed hard around his cock as the younger zebra tried to get used his size, and Haverlon waited, letting his sub get used to it. It was a prodigious cock, after all.

Besides, he was still getting some fun out of Bubba licking his ass, and he didn't want to pull away from that just yet. The bull's fingers kept his ass cheeks pulled apart, and that tongue left him almost purring in pleasure.

Still, he couldn't keep the brothers waiting forever. After using his tail to encourage them to jerk each other off, he started thrusting. He kept it relatively slow, both to make sure that Bubba kept up and to not tear Huota open. It didn't take long for the zebra's hole to loosen up, but even then he kept his thrusts slow. The pair of them begging for more was arousing, but he didn't want to blow his load too early.

After a few minutes of thrusting, he pulled out. Sliding to the left, he lined up with Jurota's hole and pushed in. Bubba followed, never ceasing his licking. The older zebra cried out as his ass was filled, the looser hole taking the dragon's cock easily. Haverlon grinned, rocking back and forth as he took his pleasure from the older brother.

The two of them moaned whenever he moved. They were always begging for his cock, either to get their turn or to give the other brother some time. His fingers were one thing, but they seemed addicted to his dick already. They squeezed him with every thrust in a futile attempt to hold him inside, even when he fucked them loose, desperate to hold onto his cock.

Bubba continued to be faithful licker and rimmer, always keeping up with the dragon's movements and keeping his face glued where it belonged. His tongue was perfect, sending tingles of pleasure whenever it pushed against his hole, but never entering. The bull knew his place too well for that.

Though the brothers were similar, there were slight differences between them. Huota started out tighter, but quickly loosened up as the dragon fucked him, and he tried to hold onto the dragon's cock more than his brother. He jiggled more, too, which was pleasant to see whenever he slammed in up to the hilt. Jurota, on the other hand, started out looser but maintained his more of tightness as he was fucked. Better anal control, the dragon guessed. The older brother was quite a leaker, too, his cock oozing and dribbling as he was fucked.

Despite the differences, the two of them were exquisitely sexy side by side, and they didn't last long as he fucked them. Both of them hit the climax multiple times as they were taken, though Huota collapsed after his third. He ordered Bubba to get to work rimming the younger brother. His hole was half-numb with tingles, anyway.

Jurota panted as Haverlon focused exclusively on him, arching his back as he was taken hard. His arms shook as he was bounced back and forth on the dragon's cock, and his cock slapped wetly against his belly.

"Yes, yes, Master...take me...fuck me...make me yours!"

The begging was only slightly louder than the wet slurp of the dragon's tail forcing its way up Bubba's ass. As soon as it slid in, Bubba's moans got louder, the equine and bovine panting as they were fucked hard. Between the four of them, the room stank of sex.

The other subs gathered around them as the dragon humped harder, faster. His cock pulled on Jurota's hole with every thrust, tugging it outwards slightly as it clung to the dragon's cock. His balls slapped hard against the older zebra's sac, and it only seemed to spur the subby equine on, cumming again and tensing up from the pleasure.

Haverlon hit his climax. He moaned loud, his cock throbbing as he emptied his balls into the older zebra's hole. The bull joined him a second later, adding to the puddles on the ground as the dragon forced his cock deep into Jurota. His seed swirl around his cock, flooding the older brother's belly until he was forced out by the pressure.

"Well...that is definitely a mess."

All seven of them turned to the door. Draconicon leaned against the doorframe, a splatter of cum from one of the pets smeared over the wall beside him. He had a small smile as he looked down at his watch.

"Well, it's been a full forty five minutes. Have you decided on whether you are buying them?"

"You're not running a credit check or anything first?"

"What do you think I was doing while you were in here? You're good. Just tell me whether you want the six of them."

He looked down at them. Even the neutral Bubba looked at him expectantly, and Reator looked scarily eager. All six of them stared at him with baited breath, waiting for his decision.

"Do you really think I'd bring them back here without some idea in mind first? Of course I'll take them."

"Ah, wonderful. I'll hand you the receipt at the front desk. I assume you want the full premium package for each?"

"That's what I'm paying for."

"Alright. Pick out the toys and gear you want, and I'll meet you there."

"Hear that, boys? Go pick out the stuff you want, and I'll meet you up front to get you collared, and then we'll head home."

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Twenty minutes and $25,000 later, Haverlon walked out of the store. Six pets followed him, each one wearing no more than a skimpy thong and a small ring around their bulge, keeping them hard and obviously aroused. All of them wore collars, ranging in colors from black for Reator to pink for Franz.

A whistle brought his limousine to the front door, and the pets piled in. He settled into the back seat with a smile and gestured for the driver to head home. Even as he fastened his seatbelt, Franz and Andre were already between his legs, asking with a look if they could go to work on his cock. He chuckled.

"Alright, alright, but just this once."

He leaned back as they pulled his cock out and started sucking, putting an arm around Reator and another around Huota. The older zebra brother smiled at him from across the limousine cabin, and Bubba looked out the window as they left the parking lot.

Heh, if they think this is good, wait until they see their new home, he thought. He hoped they'd like it there. Then again, he just hoped they'd all have a good time, today and for the rest of their time together.

From the smiles they gave him, he didn't think that would be hard to accomplish.

The End...For Now