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Away from the mass of civilization, nestled amongst forests and lakes, a quiet town began to settle down for the night. Where most of the world had been well built, with skyscrapers glittering in the sky, this town instead would be dwarfed by the trees upon its outskirts. Rush hour in this town, with so many less folk, was instead just another leisurely part of the day. That is how the people of the town wished to live; anthropomorphic dragons and other dragon-kind reptiles had populated the area, almost ironically, as most would stereotype them as being overly grandiose and thus attracted to larger-than-life mega structures. Perhaps it was a secret that they rather enjoyed the silence and solace found there, and instead visited larger cities for better or for worse. Likely they just required something a bit more exciting compared to what they'd be used to experiencing. That, as well, often creates some more interesting days here and there from within the town, for those who get an itch for something extra.

While the bottom tip of the sun began to touch upon the horizon, beginning its descent towards the night, everything appeared relatively normal in the town. At least this was true for the most part, as one particular vehicle driving slowly through the intersections of streets created a raised brow from some passing folk. Even in a larger city it might have brought some attention to it, for it was entirely painted deep black from top to bottom. It looked like it might pass as a maintenance van in a different light as it was devoid of windows, save for the heavily tinted windshield on the front.

Just like the outside, those within appeared rather shady. Aside from the driver, who wore rather casual clothing, those in the back wore tight and black outfits. Four of them sat there on short and uncomfortable seats, which made it look more as if they were squatting; all of them were reptilian or draconic in nature, making it seem all the more cramped for their above average sizes and extra appendages getting in the way of each other. Compounding it all was a much larger dragon, quadrupedal, wearing nothing. That one, on the contrary, stood out from the rest by being a rusty orange hue and totally furred with great wings, albeit furled at the moment. The black horns on his head poked up against the metal ceiling of the van, showing that he too was very much strapped for space. While he sat there patiently, the other four grumbled and fidgeted anxiously.

"Alright, it's about time guys. Are there any last minute questions?"

One of them spoke, the only one who wasn't at a time wearing a mask to cover his face. Despite that, the black clothing on the rest of his body transitioned well to the black scales of his head. The only thing helping show that he wasn't actually wearing a mask was that his yellow eyes shined in the dim light inside the van, and intense orange and yellow markings which stretched randomly across his head like lightning could be seen clearly. His own black horns, curved unlike the feral dragon, thumped against the back of the van whenever a sharper turn was made. The obscuring clothing left little to the imagination of his physical build. He possessed a well built body; expansive musculature, which along with helped give off an air of leadership.

"Hey, just because we're random hires you found doesn't mean you gotta repeat the plans to us every five minutes, Zeroth." one of the other fellows quickly hissed from behind his obscured face.

"I just don't want any surprises. I've seen some damn dumb things in the past."

"Well, actually, I've got something bothering me," another of the folk mumbled out. "What's with the big orange guy? You never even told us anything about him."

Recognizing he was being spoken about, the orange dragon turned his head slightly to the side. The face didn't display much emotion, which would lead one into thinking he might be a truly feral beast, yet it was obvious he knew when he was being spoken to and understood words very well. In particular his little fluffy ears flicked whenever someone looked at him, acknowledging them without looking. What also helped one think that he was of higher intelligence was how he had what appeared to be a tattoo, despite being on the fur of his right foreleg, in the shape of a wispy and tribal looking fire. A similar styled symbol was shown on his left hindleg, albeit the shapes being completely foreign in design.

"He's a hire as well. Actually, a professional, from a company. Though he's not actually made for what we're about to do. What they don't know won't hurt them, and I'm told he's a great hire for carrying valuables. Right, Cha?"

A quiet snort was all which was given from the orange creature. Right after that, the van made a particularly quick turn, and a soft bump was felt by those in the back. The vehicle slowed right after such, as it was made obvious that the driver had drove them into a parking lot. All the passengers in the back, even Cha, got a little more uptight.

"In and out, quick and swift. Let's get a move on, the driver will wait here for us. We're going in just as they're closing, and from what I've scoped out of this place, they're lax and won't expect a thing. Don't mess up, and we're good! We're already running a little late." he whispered the last part while putting on his own concealing mask.

After speaking, Zeroth quickly pushed open the back doors. The driver had parked on the side of the building, with the back of the van pointed away from any open streets. Not only that, but this let them be pointed perfectly to a side entrance of a bank. It was a smaller building for a local bank, nestled into a quiet corner on the edge of the town, which made it perfect to rob. Adding upon all of it, dragons are of course world renowned for hoarding. When a dragon manages to own a bank and begin running multiple branches around lands where mainly dragons live, only the imagination is the limit as to how much they might carry, as if continuing the age-old tradition of tempting potential thieves to try and get their hands on it all.

Despite the matter at hand, the four walked fairly calmly. It showed they were mindful, yet they continued forth through the side door. Cha resisted going through for a few seconds. After some coaxing by the others, he let out a very slight sigh and managed to squeeze his way inside. Perhaps the side door wasn't the best idea when thinking back to planning it all out, but it was too late now. Especially since they had to walk through a thin hallway which just lead to another door, to which Cha gave a slightly louder sigh. After that, however, they were in the lobby of the small building, to which there was plenty of room to move.

In that lobby the five found the bank to have just three spots for tellers. There wasn't any glass for them to stand behind; the building had a very modern and open air on the inside. It let people realize the town was relatively safe, and not only that, but hospitable and friendly given the bank architects would design the interior in such a way. There weren't any customers lingering around, and it seemed that the customer service areas were all closed off as if they had left early. Only four people remained, two of them already taking out money boxes from the drawers. All of them were of a fairly average build, chatting as if oblivious to the fact that Zeroth and his crew had entered the bank. Three of them were quite clearly of draconic heritage, but the fourth seemed somewhat odd. Still, with them not paying attention and already prepared to leave, it was almost too perfect.

"Hey! Everyone stop what you're doing, this is a robbery! We've got weapons, don't make us pull 'em out!"

The four behind the counters stopped to turn and look at the robbers. For a moment they just stared, stunned, as if unable to believe what was going on. But after a few moments they visibly began to relax, to the point that one of the reptiles began to chuckle. Putting down the cash drawers, the three tellers moved back to their work stations as if ready to take customers. The fourth person resembled something of a gray otter, with distinct black hair on his head and four pronounced white colored whiskers coming from the front of his cheeks. He was much more dressed than the other three tellers, indicating he may be from higher up in the company ladder.

"Wait, wait, guys... the mock robbery wasn't supposed to be today. I think this is real!"

In the brief moment of confusion, three of the robbers ran forth and jumped over the counters, knocking down the tellers who had otherwise conveniently lined up for that to even happen. They didn't have any time to push at any silent alarms, which left the fourth person behind the counter to stumble back slightly in surprise. Zeroth just casually walked up, with Cha right next to him.

"Nope, sorry 'bout that! This is the real deal, and that means the money is ours. You, gray, you look like someone who has the keys the vault, right? Why don't me and my big friend here accompany you to it," raising his head, he leered slightly while looking over the mammal. "What are you, anyways? Looks to be an otter, but not quite there."

"My name is..., ah, it's Ganger! Please, don't hurt anyone, and I-I'm a Dewott. You don't know what that is?"

"Can't say I do. You seem very out of place to be walking around this town. Well, welcome to the land of dragons! Don't worry, I'm quite friendly so long as you do what I say, Ganger."

Hustling around the sides of the counters, he opened a half door which led to the teller area, and gestured to have Ganger walk through. Cha lagged behind a few steps, looking over the other three robbers tying up the respective tellers with his large brown eyes. He stopped for a moment, as if pondering something. Hesitating to move forward, he only did so once he saw Zeroth following behind Ganger to a back room. After another two doors were unlocked, they came into a fairly small room. "What's this? Where's the vault? Ganger, remember what I said about being friendly so long as you do what I say? All I see are security screens here!"

"I-it's right there! Let me unlock it, I'll give you what you want! Gods, of all the days to do an audit, and my first one since advancing to this position."

Looking forward, Zeroth couldn't believe it. He saw a secured safe to be sure, but he didn't expect that to be a vault for a bank. It was a small building, but he thought surely this particular branch might hold more. Even he, despite being a dragon and probably knowing better, still fell for the stereotype of dragons hoarding too much for their own good.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter. It's gonna get crowded in here with my big orange friend here. He's going to be the one taking the money, so get that safe open."

"I actually..., well, I can't! The vault isn't ready to be," right after stating such, a couple quick beeps came from the large white metal box which he was standing next to. "Well, I mean..., not until now at least, ahah! Let me just, uh, get on that."

Zeroth let out a very long and exasperated sigh, to the point of having to place the palm of his hand against his face. Looking back up, he was at least happy to see Ganger getting to pulling money out of the vault. The amount actually caused his face to light up a bit, quite literally. The orange and yellow markings upon his head glowed very slightly, at the same time showing that those same markings continued in random patterns across the entirety of his body. A great deal of excitement flushed over him, though he did well to retain his emotions as his heart began to quickly beat.

"Oh, right, nothing funny in there alright? Dye packs, GPS tracking, and no bait either."

With those words Ganger slowly and hesitantly began to shift through the small pile he had made, putting them back into the vault. Zeroth just smiled all the wider beneath his mask. Everything was going perfectly so far. No words or loud noises from out in the lobby, and a healthy amount of money was out before him. Shaking his head, however, it hit him that he never told the bank employee just where to put all the money.

"Wait, don't pull any more out. You've got a good pile for now, and it's already cramped enough in here. I need you to give this to the fuzzy fellow here."

Reaching up and patting the side of Cha's neck, he leaned down and into it. He was expressing himself as being a big softie not only on the outside and literally, but on the inside and figuratively. Though, he also was acting as part of a job, so he retained a professional demeaner as he scooted forward before stretching and sitting up on his haunches. Revealing his brownish furred belly, he spread his forelegs enough that one could rather easily walk beneath them. He looked protective and regal in that pose, to the point that it made Zeroth stay quiet and admire such for a couple seconds.

"O-okay, here you go fella," Ganger quietly said, pushing the current pile of money forward as Cha just stared blankly.

"No, no, I mean you gotta really give it to him. Down there."

Slithering his long and prehensile tail, Zeroth positioned it to point and bring attention to Cha's groin. There, with just the slightest bit of observation skills needed, one would see the rather hefty package of the feral dragon. A plump sheath was clearly exposed in the dragon's current position, being large and thick enough to be comparable of most anthro's shafts when erect. Two well rounded balls hung in the sac behind and underneath the sheath, with them being pushed up and thus forced to be shown off due to how they were raised up from resting on the floor. It created a beautiful bed for the sheath to lay on as well, completing the delicious sight.

"Go on now, Ganger. It doesn't bite! Well, not that I've seen at least," snickering, Zeroth didn't quite mean to play with the Dewott's emotions, but to him it was rather funny to say.

"Dragons have be to the strangest of creatures I have ever come across..."

Zeroth wasn't expecting Ganger to say something like that, especially as it came out relatively crisp and confident compared to the jittery and scared demeanor from before. Regardless of that, the gray creature did move forward on hands and knees, underneath the large orange dragon. Hesitating, he stopped for a few seconds, fumbling about with the money he was also dragging forward. After a few moments, and a couple impatient taps coming from Zeroth's tail, the Dewott reached for the sheath.

In his fear, he did so rather rough and suddenly. Just one of the hands grasped the furry sheath, his fingers unable to wrap around barely half of its circumference. Despite the quick action, Cha didn't seem too surprised or put off, and if nothing else seemed to expect it. Ganger continued, though begrudgingly and unsure, while reaching forward with his other hand to give a few tight squeezes. The sheath had quite a bit of give to it, making it feel plush and fun to play with. However, the flesh housed within began to harden shortly after, and the gray creature handling it knew this well, both from touch and a wafting musk making itself present.

Cha hardened quickly after just a few moments of feeling the teasing twists at his groin. Ignoring the pleasure from it all, he maintained that he was here as a creature fulfilling business. As such his flesh showed itself with the sheath itself growing thicker by the second. A tapered tip poked through from the darkened interior of the protective covering. The flesh colored head quickly revealed itself in full, which gave that tapered tip a much less friendly approach; the pointed and pronounced portion of flesh transitioned to become a thick chunk of meat. His glans was smooth yet blunted, making it likely perfect for getting into the tightest of positions while being able to get as much as possible from them.

It took barely a minute or two for the orange and brown dragon to present himself in full. The rest of the shaft possessed a distinctly draconic form. Prominent ridges trailed up from the base on the bottom of the dragon's bulging stalk. Ganger had to pause his gentle grasping to back away, as if in awe at the sight. Even without the teasing as an aid, Cha's natural hormones had already pent up enough to continue the arousal. Even though the sheath seemed to be at its limit for how much it carried, the shaft grew all the more, with a knot forming at the base. Evidently the dragon didn't form a knot near the point of climax like many mammalian creatures, but possessed it simply more as a means of extra bliss from all sources that might grace its presence.

"H-how does one...," Ganger seemed at a loss of words, as if mystified at the sight before him, but then he remembered the peril at hand. "I just push it in there?"

Zeroth didn't respond right away, as he was distracted by the sight as well. The musk was already difficult enough to ignore, but seeing the hulking draconic member compared to a smaller creature kneeling in front of it so close-by caused fantasies to fly through his mind. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he finally muttered out "Yea, just push it in. All of it!"

Grabbing a few straps of the money, Ganger scooted towards the tapered bottom tip of the glans. Reaching up with his left hand, he placed it atop the member as a point of balance. He didn't grasp the size of the member before now; while his palm couldn't wrap around the sheath, the fingers now could barely even bend around the point of flesh here. It was now that he realized, despite being reasonably tall, that this member was likely nearly as large as himself.

Taking a deep breath to try and clear his mind, it only worked against him due to the musk, and he stuttered to himself. "Okay, just have to get this over with."

Pushing down from atop the shaft with his hand, Ganger stared at the gaping urethral entrance. With money in hand, his head turned away as the wad of money was thrust forth while pushing the cash. A quiet splut sound of liquid shifting and flesh stretching popped through the air as the member took the money, and the Dewott's fist, with ease. Holding his hand there for a moment, as if expecting to be mauled by the pained dragon, his ears twitched when instead he heard a low rumble of bliss.

Opening a single eye while turning his head back to look forwards, both of them widened immediately at the sight. He could feel a slight squeezing rippling around his hands as the shaft performed a sucking motion inwards, rather than a pulsing contraction to push something out. Seeing is everything however, and the looking at it caused him to quickly let go of the money in his hand and pull it free. The bills were gone, and a very faint bulge could be seen traveling down the bottom of the shaft.

"How do you dragons manage to do it?" Ganger whispered to himself, completely bewildered and awe-stricken.

This let the otter-like creature know, however, that there was nothing to worry about. He was able to go about what he instructed. With a larger wad, he repeated the action, albeit it slightly more gently. Once again the member slurped up the goods as though it were a natural process, and if nothing else the dragon appeared to rather enjoy it. Ganger in a way also seemed to enjoy watching the bulged sections move down the shaft, entranced by the sight. Zeroth, biting his lip, wasn't immune to the sight at all. He was worried it'd begin to distract him, and had to snap out an extra order. "Alright, hurry it up now, we don't got all day here!"

Jumping up slightly, Ganger did exactly what he was told immediately after being instructed. From that point forward he used both of his hands to begin shoving the money into the dragon's member. Much more defined bulges were created as a result, with the flesh distending in all directions as a result. Thousands of dollars were pushed in all at once, and it was beginning to show in the balls of the dragon. The twin orbs grew as a result of the extra mass filling them. Cha began standing up slightly higher to accommodate the greater size, yet angled himself in just way that the sac would spilled out towards the front.

Ganger had to turn around to take out more money from the vault. He was told to pack everything into the dragon, and he was keen to do just that. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were whipped out of the metal casing just to be put as a messy pile right beneath the dragon's dick as strands of pre-seed dribbled down onto it. Coinage and all was added to the pile. After a few moments, the safe was dry, save for the fake bills. Looking up at Zeroth, Ganger saw a nod of approval, and he continued once more.

The shaft had reverted back to its normal self in the short intermission of receiving any goods, showing that the dragon had excellent control over his body when needed. That, or the strength of the flesh was much greater than the norm, giving much pride for his draconic heritage. Regardless, it quickly shifted to a more bulging and deformed shape once again as more of the money was pushed right inside, and in greater volumes than ever. It came to the point that both Ganger and Zeroth could hear the churning undulations from the shaft's interior as it worked to quickly swallow whatever it was given. The otter even aided with every push by shoving his arms down to the elbows inside of the heated flesh.

Paper straps and bindings around the cash and coin became undone within the wet insides of the cock and balls, yet the fibrous make of the bills and metal was much more resilient. Still it caused the balls to bulge out at random points, with the rolling of the coins being much more obvious as they settled near the bottom of the testes. They clinked together from the inside as the body stored them away, with it being heard very faintly and rarely by other two individuals. The dragon was being stuffed near to his limits, compounded by being cramped in such a small room, and it could be seen from his facial expressions. Thankfully all of the money had been pushed inside now. Ganger knelt there, panting from the combined heat of the room and the dragon's body, with his arms nearly fully inserted into it.

Zeroth just stood there, staring as a primal urge growing within him couldn't be ignored. The display, which took barely a couple minutes, was one of the most sexually arousing things he had ever laid eyes upon. His own shaft could be seen as a silhouette and pointed straight up, held back by clothing that was tighter now more than ever before. He had a hard time keeping himself from reaching down to grasp and grind at it with a hand, biting his lips at the sexual tension building within. What made its presence even more obvious was that, just like the cracked patterns across his entire body, his shaft glowed with a soft orange hue. The black clothing, despite that, appeared slightly darker near the tip of the member to indicate a distinct wetness. Ganger couldn't help but notice this, and gulped slightly, looking up. Sighing out quietly, he finally asked, "alright, that's all of it, am I good to go?"

The bipedal dragon thought for a moment. He didn't even hear the question, it going straight over his head as he began to play slightly with the tough flesh begging for attention beneath his suit. Despite being in a hurry, absolutely needing to leave now more than anything, he wished that the display didn't have to end. This was not even for greed of wanting the money, but just because the show had been such a great experience. A twisted grin grew from beneath his mask as a plan quickly hatched.

"Yea, you're definitely good to go. Down the hatch, at least!"

Reaching down and around with a foot, he brought it to the Dewott's behind and gave a swift kick. His tail knocked at the top of the other's head at that same moment, and within the blink of an eye the gray head was found lodged deep into Cha's shaft. Ganger barely had time to resist by pushing back as the strength of the shaft was more than enough to clamp down and begin pulling him within.

Even though he didn't once budge for the large amounts of money being unceremoniously shoved within his member, Cha twitched in surprise with even a bit of resistance. It was evident that he wasn't expecting something sentient and moving to be added to the mixture of fibers and metals which money is made of, yet the natural actions of his body couldn't be abated. His forepaws pattered at the ground, as if trying to grab at Ganger, but the bliss was simply too much.

The meaty flesh expanded massively to accommodate an entire body. Ganger slipped inside with great ease, lacking friction due to liquids already present along the slick walls. It didn't stop him from trying to flail about, which made for a rather luscious show. Cha's thick meat distended several times in different locations, showing silhouettes of where the otter's hands pushed out near the base of the shaft.

Groaning to himself, Zeroth noticed how long it actually took for the member to swallow down the living creature. It seemed made to be utilized as a source of immense pleasure for the orange dragon, and as such the process was likely to be greatly prolonged. Pushing down at his own shaft through his clothing, grasping it from the outside, he wanted to watch it go through at its natural pace. He couldn't; time was running out, and eventually someone from outside the bank would notice something wrong. He would have to find a source of entertainment later on after this, perhaps from one of the more mouthy of robbers he had hired. Eventually he found it within him to push once more at the rump of the otter, panting through the heat of the moment. "Alright, in ya go, no more playing around!"

Getting down on his own knees, the black wingless dragon gave it his all by shoving Ganger completely within the shaft. Both hands placed against the gray creature's buttocks, he gave several heaves. Each time he did so, due to his close proximity, he heard a loud cacophony of gulping and gurgling noises taking place inside the shaft as liquid and air was displaced around the intruding body. Zeroth also got to witness how the thick meat pulsed with every beat of Cha's heart. The undulating motions seemed timed with the beat, as every second more of the otter was pulled inside.

Standing up once more, Zeroth made sure to stay a bit closer than needed regardless, just to watch the whole process. Ganger had already been taken into his midsection, and from there the swallowing seemed to increase exponentially even without aid. Evidently the dragon's shaft just needed a bit better of a hold on its prey. It even began to poise upwards, whether Cha controlled or not Zeroth couldn't tell, but gravity helping pull down the squirming body seemed to work wonders as well. He noticed how much the underside of the member bulged far greater than elsewhere, allowing him to see the outlined features of the otter inside much more easily. Every little movement was detectable, despite the urethral tract being so constricting. It was utterly intoxicating to behold.

Making the image even better, in one's mind, was the smell. Zeroth noticed that with each pulse of the shaft that pulled its meal ever further within, the opening on the tip expanded just slightly more than was necessary to help gulp down its meal and seemingly allow fresh air inside, as if to help something within stay alive and well. With that however came the expulsion of the inner scents, in their most pure; a feral draconic musk to indicate one in the strongest heat, and able to force others into it as well. He never had smelled anything so controlling and forceful in his life, not to mention it being alluring rather than repelling. Such a strong scent of dominance made Cha seem more like a dragon meant to breed instead of transport.

Zeroth simply stood there in a trance while the rest of Ganger's body was pulled inside of the shaft. Spurts of pre-seed oozed from the member like a thick waterfall, ensuring that the clothing which Ganger wore would be soaked and well lubricated for easy intake. Soon it was just his legs kicking about aimlessly from the head of the shaft, as they searched fruitlessly for some sort of ground to gain purchase on. It helped showcase just how elastic the urethral tip actually was, as it conformed to the movements and stretched with the spread and flailing appendages. It took but a few more seconds for for the shaft to gobble down the rest of the otter, leaving nothing but an ever growing puddle of pre-seed on the smooth tiled flooring.

Panting and waving at himself to help keep cool, the black wingless dragon felt hot in more than one way. Those sights mixed with the musk took a lot out of him, and the body heat from the three individuals finally escalated to an uncomfortable level. Perfect timing for him if nothing else, for as he saw Cha's balls expanding and keeping Ganger nestled inside, albeit with the one within seen pushing out here and there with the orange dragon grumbling in a deeper sense of pleasure from it all. Zeroth questioned just how long Cha could keep so much inside. With a push to the orange chest, he managed to get the furred creature to back out the doorway they had come in through. It wasn't met without some resistance, both from the large dragon not wanting to move, yet also simply from the sheer size of his testicles blocking the path.

"Yea, I don't wanna move either, trust me on that, but hey! You can have all the fun you want once we're out and safe of this area! C'mon!"

The duo finally cleared their way back into the hallway that they originally came from, with the cooler and fresher air hitting Zeroth like a truck. He didn't realize just how strong the orange dragon's scent actually was until now, and in a way it made him crave it even more. His own shaft ached as it begged for attention, and constant rubbing from the constrictive clothing didn't make matters any better.

Standing for a moment to clear his head, all the while Cha gave a disgruntled look on his face. Patting his side a few times, Zeroth seemed to convince the orange beast to continue onwards. He couldn't help but notice as the two walked how much the orange testes dragged along the ground. Pre continued to stream out of the shaft, only to be smeared along the floor by the shifting balls.

Staring down, nearly tripping because of it, Zeroth whispered, "It's official Cha, I'm hiring you from here on out!"

"Hey, what was that? Guys, he's finally out of the vault! Damn, must have been a lot! Look'it the size of that dragon now!"

Zeroth jumped slightly, being shaken back to reality once more. His face went stone cold beneath the mask as he felt severely annoyed at being broken from several fantasies playing through his mind. The actions being able to convince someone he forgot that he was robbing a bank; at least, for a brief moment, as his gruff and commanding tone began to raise once more.

"Yea, and he's gonna have some more in there... especially later," mumbling the last couple words, he raised his tone after that. "You lot better have gotten everything out of the cash drawers and ready."

After having Cha sit up once again, two of the robbers readied themselves to feed the dragon the rest of the money they had gathered from the teller drawers. They seemed to already know the process, as though they had done something like this before, which happened to surprise Zeroth quite a great bit. Perhaps dragons that carried objects similar to Cha were slowly becoming more popular. In particular it made him happy how eagerly and quickly they approached the dragon, shoving loose bills and coins into the dragon's cock without question. That would certainly help make it a lot easier to have one, or perhaps two, to be fed for his amusement.

Looking around, Zeroth realized one of the robbers seemed to be missing. He couldn't see before, due to Cha and the teller area being in the way, but once he walked around a bit for a better look he couldn't believe his eyes. The same mouthy robber he thought of earlier to feed to Cha's shaft was down on the floor, with mask pulled back and tongue extended. He appeared to be trying to act seductive towards the teller he jumped earlier while keeping up a rather predatory stature, quite literally as that long tongue constantly swiveled around the teller's face with mouth wide open, constantly teasing that he might eat the bound teller.

"Hey, get up you lazy ass! We aren't here to eat some random folk, we're here for the money, now move!" Zeroth barked out, seeming to miss the irony in his words, or at least choosing to ignore it.

"Yea, yea, I hear ya. Not like you weren't taking your sweet time," After hopping up and pulling down his mask, grabbing what money he had collected, he glanced down at Zeroth's crotch. "Pretty unfair for you to have all the fun, don't you think? Mmh, let me see some more of that later and maybe I'll forgive you."

Zeroth stood there without words, taken aback by the snotty and forward the snarky nature of the individual. It was certainly the last time he'd be hiring him, no matter how much experience he might have. He snorted slightly, happy at least to see that he collected the money, and had already pushed it into Cha's awaiting member without much of a second thought.

"We're finally ready to go? Good. Everyone outside!"

None of them waited around and questioned that order, as the four of them scurried onwards; two in front of the orange dragon, and two behind. Cha needed just a bit of coaxing to move again. The look on his face made it obvious that it was difficult for him to move, but mostly because it felt too good to do so. What made movement even more of a problem were the doors they initially had come in from. While the first time he had problems due to his midsection being squeezed uncomfortably, the second time his balls became lodged; to the point that he literally couldn't move.

All four robbers looked back and forth at each other awkwardly, as if hoping one of them had a solution. Eventually Zeroth, in the back, got down on his hands and knees and began pushing at the exposed testicles. It surprised him just how squishy and soft they were once actually handling them, as he saw his hands sink into the furred orbs slightly. In a way they felt sort of like extremely soft cushions, yet they had just enough firmness to feel substantial. Constant churning could be heard coming from within, as the goopy mixture of liquids and solid objects within were shoved about. He even felt the otter's body inside, though moving much more lethargically, indicating that he might actually be enjoying it.

Fighting valiantly against the musk and its seductive quality, Zeroth focused entirely on the task of getting Cha and that money through the doors. He noticed the other robber next to him pushing at the orange rump with his shoulders, and only assumed the two in front to be tugging from that position. It took what felt like hours, even if it was only a couple minutes in reality, to get the large creature through the door. Yet there was another to push him threw, and he already felt fatigued from pushing Cha through the first. While heaving and shoving exhaustively for the second time, he couldn't help but notice how much hotter the balls felt this time. He couldn't give it too much more thought however, as he fell face first upon the concrete outside as the dragon had finally been freed of the bank.

Without words he scrambled up along with the other three. Zeroth saw the black back doors of the van waiting to be flung open, and the driver was revving the engines upon seeing the five creatures in his mirrors. While the four of them hurried quickly to the van, Cha lagged behind. The orange dragon took just a couple long strides, as if trying to hop forward, but stopped right after that. Hunching over, he let out some quiet yet blissful growls, all the while pushing down at the large shaft with his forepaws.

It dawned on Zeroth that Cha might not be able to hold out much longer. He knew that the orange dragon might be carrying more than he was meant to, and at the same time holding a person inside, despite not being hired to do such. Moving to Cha's front, the black dragon tried tugging on his neck to have him come along. It was here that he felt a massive rush of heat, and his eyes widened. A wispy purple cloud began to billow out from the shaft's tip. "No, no, no! Who the hell was stupid enough to put the dye pack in there?! Aw, shit!"

Zeroth, from behind him, heard one of the robbers nervously clear his throat. He recognized it as the mouthy fellow from earlier, to which point his range could be visibly seen with how his tail flicked about in aggravation. Everything began to go downhill rather quickly. He'd have to deal with that person later. Being caught was not an option. Batting away Cha's forepaws, trying to keep the large beast from massaging that shaft any more, he bent down and got close to the shaft once again.

Slipping, the sheer amount of pre-seed already having spurted from the glans made the pavement below him feel slick as ice. His hands flailed about ahead of him, latching onto the shaft and giving it a tight hug, to which Cha seemed to approve. Pre continually oozed over Zeroth's face from this position, coating him almost instantly. It made his physique even more apparent as the clothing clung to his scales and constricted and displayed the musculature clear as day. Despite being under such stressful conditions, it was evident just how much he enjoyed the presence of that draconic musk, as his own shaft raged on harder than ever.

Thousands of thoughts raced through Zeroth's mind. But he just couldn't let all his plans come crashing down; not after everything he witnessed today. Fighting through his primal lust, he continually slapped the palms of his hands against the urethral tip of the gigantic phallus hovering just above his head. They constantly lost purchase, and all he wanted to do was somehow plug that shaft. It didn't work, not in the least because the opening was gaping wider than both his hands could even cover. Ignoring that fact, both the moving hands seemed to just spur on a greater volume of the pre, and the shaft could visibly be seen throbbing. The knot at the base began to inflate, and the ridges along the bottom became increasingly more prominent.

From nowhere, the mouthy robber whose fault all of this was, spoke up. "Hey, I got an idea. Should work real good too, and probably help us get more of the cut!"

Laughing out, Zeroth's eyes widened upon feeling a sudden kick at his rump. Just as he had done to Ganger earlier, he was now suddenly forced forward. In a flurry of colors, his world went dark as the shaft encapsulated his head. It was his turn to feel the sudden and powerful squeezes of the rubbery feeling interior as it slurped up his already slick form with relative ease. He even got pushed while in a similar position as the gray otter from earlier, making it all the easier for the voracious shaft to pull him in.

Yet Cha wasn't having any of it. Not because he didn't want it, but because he literally couldn't take any more. His threshold of pleasure hit its limit, and this was made readily apparent to Zeroth. The walls around him shifted, and the inward motions immediately changed to push him out. This didn't happen before feeling a wall of hot seed ram into his face, however. The resulting force on its own was enough to push anything out of its way, and it did just that to the black draconic body.

Zeroth's form, within the blink of an eye, had been jettisoned from the large dick quicker than the eye could keep track. He careened through the air, propelled by the massive gush of liquid, and smacked with his back against the closed doors of the van. Goopy white liquid exploded in a fantastical display as it hit the van with enough force to push the vehicle forward with the initial blast. Dark purple colors streaked and mixed through the concoction, as the dye from the fake money mixed with the natural white liquids, making for an extremely unique sight. The heat from the exploded dye-pack money to release such heat caused the seed to be of much greater temperature than normal, yet that heat caused the musk to disperse into the air all the easier. It also seemed to create even greater levels of bliss for the orange dragon, for the following pulses of seed appeared stronger than the first.

The black dragon was made to take it all, being constantly coated in a mixture of white and purple, also being forced against the van doors from the sheer force of the eruption. Cha's cock began pumping out not only the copious load but all of the money that had been previously shoved into it, sending gooey wads of money flying into the air and coins to roll and mix along with the river of seed; the flow of thick liquid going out of the parking lot and into the street, quickly bringing the spectacle to the attention of everyone.

All three of the other robbers just stood there, unsure of what to think. They didn't squabble with each other, and didn't even seem to realize they should run and escape. The driver as well just stared, slouched in his seat, not knowing how to feel about the entire situation. But eventually the orgasm did die down, slowly, as though someone was lazily turning off a hose. Each pulse of seed being weaker than the last, with Cha leaning forward panting after the immense release.

Zeroth was literally stunned. The powerful force nearly knocked him out, and the only thing for him to breath was musk-rich bubbles of air sparsely found within the stream of seed. Gravity took hold of his body, peeling him from the back of the van. His outline could be seen for a brief moment, indicating just how powerful the orgasm actually was, as it propelled his body and held it against the doors hard enough that liquid didn't seep around the body.

Staring upwards at the clear yet darkening sky, everything fell silent around him. His body shook and twitched, not in pain, yet in a mental pleasure that he had never before experienced. With all the thoughts and images floating in his mind that he witnessed today, the heat and feel of the seed around him, along with that irresistible scent, was more than he could tolerate. Despite it being such a violent event, the seed being expulsed over his body for minutes straight also brought him over the edge. The volume and force of his own climax however was utterly dwarfed by that of the quadrupedal dragon, and none would never know the great level of pleasure he experienced from the cum shower.

A low and feral growl, quiet and heard by none other than Zerath, was heard coming from Cha as he spoke for the first time. "Contract void. Unauthorized living passengers; returning back to Stomach Space Transport's servicing station," as if to add insult to injury, he continued while speaking slightly louder. "Authorities shall be notified."

Slowly raising his head, Zeroth looked forward at Cha in disbelief. Not only did he talk, the worst possible things came from the orange mouth. Right after that the great dragon unfurled his wings, and with a couple powerful strokes, thrust himself into the air. Shaft still bulging, the black dragon noticed Ganger's silhouette lodged within the meat of that member. He plopped his head back down against the pavement as sirens were heard blaring in the background. He simply lay there unmoving, and while not walking away any more, had gained a wealth of knowledge about how not to use a transport dragon.