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Just another bit of random writing practice. My daily hour of writing to try and get creativity flowing through my brain. They're short, rough, and not going to be of a high quality.

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Tyler exhaled into the cool air, breath condensing and turning to vapor. It was still early in the morning, and the dragon often walked through the park to wake up. Black and red wings stretched out for a moment, relieving some of the tension. He wished that his species still possessed the ability of flight. Anymore, they usually did nothing except get in the way. He wouldn't trade them for the world, though.

"Ah, and there he is..." the dragon thought with a wicked smirk. Exercise wasn't the only reason he came to the park in the morning. A young fox jogged along the path every morning at the exact same time. Cute, red tail wagging back and forth as he ran. Always dressed in those tight, black shorts and blue, athletic shirt. Sure enough, here he came now.

Tyler had been looking into some of the old, draconian ways, back when magic was more common, and not just a dark secret. It had taken a long time to find what he was looking for, and even longer to really understand it. Today, he was ready to try it out. Something small and simple. A weaker, lesser mind. The fox should be a good subject.

As the fox got closer and closer, the dragon stepped in front of the fox's path, spanning his wings and grinning at the younger male. "Can I ask you something?" he asked softly, locking eyes with the startled fox.

Ben had been completely taken aback by the sudden person blocking his path. He'd seen the dragon on multiple mornings before, and never thought twice about him. The dragon looked harmless enough: jeans, t-shirt, an obsidian pendant as a necklace. Ben frowned slightly, pausing in his workout and glancing around. "Um... I, uh, I guess?" There wasn't anyone else in the park, and the fox thought that he could just run if it turned out to be some trap. That's what he was assuming, at least.

The pendant was more than just a pretty necklace, though. Focusing his mind, Tyler's eyes glowed white for a second, a humming in his ears. The stone around his neck heated up and he could feel its power in his mind, warping it as best he could to suggestions. "Are you gay?"

The fox wasn't expecting that question at all. His brow furrowed and he thought about just running right there, but something was stopping him. "No, I'm not," he replied, trying to figure out why he would answer the question at all. And why was he still standing in front of this strange dragon?

Tyler could feel the fox's confusion, feel his questions. He redoubled his focus and started blotting out those questions, lips twisting up in a sadistic grin. "Take off your shirt, Ben," the dragon commanded, testing the fox's willpower.

Inwardly, Ben laughed and started taking a few steps back. That's what he thought he was doing, at least. It took a few seconds to realize that his paws were slowly moving up his sides and pulling the tight shirt up and off his body. Panic started to set in the fox's mind. Why was he following what the dragon had said? Why was he taking off his shirt? How did he know his name?

The dragon breathed deeply, taking a step towards the younger male, eyes still locked together. "Take off your shorts, too," he whispered, each word echoing through the fox's mind.

Ben wanted to run, wanted to scream and fight, but he could feel himself complying. His paws were stripping himself naked, in the middle of a public, albeit empty, park, and leaving him exposed to this stranger. This stranger, who felt oddly familiar, and warm.

The fox's body was easier to speak to than his mind, but Tyler was quickly overpowering the inexperienced fox. Tyler had practice, and had studied all the old tomes he found. Manipulation and suggestion. His shaft was stirring in his jeans and he straightened himself upright, looking down at the short fox. "Get on your knees... I want you to unbutton and unzip my jeans."

The fox no longer felt the impulse to flee. Each word felt warm and comforting, as if he could trust anything the dragon said. He didn't understand why, but it felt right to do so. Lowering to his knees in front of the older male his paws raised to the dragon's jeans, doing exactly as he was told. "Reach your paw in and pull out my cock..." The words were so soft and gentle, said directly into his mind. How could he say no? Why would he want to?

Ben did as he was ordered, fishing the dragon's cock out of his jeans. It was hard in his paws, covered in smooth red scales, all the way to the uncut head. Once he'd pulled it out, he let his arms fall back to his sides, looking up at the dragon for more instructions on what he needed to do.

Tyler watched with great interest, cock stiffening just watching the fox get to his knees. When that red paw reached in and grabbed his member, it throbbed and started drooling, a glob of pearly-white pre sliding down the underside of his cock. "Lean in and lick up my pre, Ben." The dragon shuddered with pleasure as the fox's tongue slid up the entirety of his cock, cleaning the pre away, only to have another thick drop roll down the skin again. "Wrap your lips around my shaft... I'm sure you've seen porn before. Do what those hot girls do to the guys, Ben. Pretend you're one of those hot girls..." Tyler whispered, paws clenching tightly. He had the fox's mind, now. Better use it while it lasted.

The fox's mind thought back to every video he'd seen, imagining himself as the hot vixen in some of those videos. Lips parted around the dragon's cock, a paw coming up to stroke what his mouth didn't cover. His tongue slipped under the hood of the dragon's foreskin, lapping around around the head before his paw pulled the skin back. His second paw was cupping and rolling around the heavy, red orbs, lighting giving them a squeeze to coax out another thick drop of pre.

Tyler's eyes closed for a few seconds, enjoying the fox's muzzle pleasuring his length. His hips rocked back and forth to assist the young vulpine, a soft growl escaping his lips. As much as he wanted to enjoy the fox's muzzle, they were still in a public park, and he didn't want to get caught. "Pick up the pace. Make me cum over your pretty face. And jerk yourself off, too. I want to see your knotted shaft cumming on your chest as I paint your face," Tyler commanded, wings spreading out around the both of them.

Ben started bobbing his head back and forth in earnest now, tongue lapping at the dragon's meat as he struggled to take the whole thing into his maw. Paw leaving the dragon's balls, he grabbed his firming sheath and quickly coaxed himself into a full erection, knot growing fast in an effort to please this strange dragon. He stroked the uncut length in his other paw, making cute moans to emulate what he'd seen in videos. The dragon's pre was already too much to swallow, and it drooled from Ben's muzzle, running down his chin and neck, leaving the dragon's scent in his fur.

The dragon was getting close, and fast. Being in public was really getting him off, and soon the fox would be too. Pulse rising, and breath faltering, he looked down at the young fox and bared his teeth, shuddering. "Jerk me off over your face, Ben. Here I cum..." He held back as long as he could, enjoying their taboo act in the middle of the part. Ben's muzzle pulled back and opened wide, paw flying over the red-scaled prick, tugging at his own knot, ready to cum when the dragon did. Tyler roared out into the morning air as he came, a burst of cum splattering into Ben's face and soaking his fur. Several more thick gouts of dragon seed poured from the head of his shaft and coated the fox liberally in his essence.

As ordered, as soon as the dragon came, Ben yipped and started shooting his own, thin ropes of fox cum up onto his chest, only to have it washed away by the dragon's load. His paw continued stroking and squeezing the throbbing cock, milking the last few ropes onto his tongue, swallowing wantonly for the dragon's viewing pleasure.

Tyler pushed the fox's paw away and gave his own cock one long, stroke, making sure his balls were drained. He stuffed his turgid length back into his pants and looked down at the cum-coated fox. "Very good, Ben... I'm going to take a picture of you now. Look as sexy as you can. After I walk off... get dressed and finish your jog, go home and shower. Then forget this all happened. The next time you jog through here and see me, I want you to stop and strip for me." Tyler went through his list of demands, working through the fox's mind to try and get it all to stick properly. It was hard to tell if it would work, but with the fox as he was now, it couldn't hurt to try.

With the fox making a sexy pose, Tyler took his picture and then walked off, glancing back to watch the cum-drenched fox pulling his clothes on. And then he was off, continuing his jog through the park. "See you tomorrow," Tyler thought, grinning as he hoped it would work out like he wanted.