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A Valued Transaction for Necross by Draconicon

"You've got quite the facility here, Mr. Sanmer. I hope that I never find myself within your walls."

"Best you don't. Valued and powerful as you are, Mr. Necross, I have little doubt we'd find some way to contain you to my liking."

"Heh, not mine?"

"We are a prison, after all." The fox chuckled, laying a hand on the dragon's arm. "Not that you need to worry about that, so long as you keep supplying us with that cloacal fluid of yours. I have never seen a better prisoner suppression chemical."

Nor will you, until someone finds some way to synthesize it, Necross thought to himself as he followed the white fox warden down the prison hallways. Considering how high up they were in Sanmer's Dragon Prison, they had a bird's eye view both of the external courtyard and the internal cell blocks. He could see a multitude of nearly naked dragons herded around by orca guards, or being used by the same guards. Sometimes herded and being used at the same time, either to a point nearly resembling rape, or with the dragons engaging in the activity with the same enthusiasm as foxes were reputed to have.

The dragon mercenary wasn't sure how he felt about that. The idea that the place was exclusive to dragons wasn't a bad one; in fact, he rather liked how it kept them away from some of the...less proud species, and it allowed them to be among their own kind, safe from possible reprisals as could happen in mixed species prisons. He could applaud someone for doing that, even if it wasn't the outcome that they were going for.

Turning them into sluts, however, was something that he didn't like seeing. Dragons shouldn't submit to anyone but another dragon, in his opinion. Submitting to the orcas could, theoretically, be accepted, considering how powerful the species in question was. To a fox, however? And to the species that the guards (no matter how well transformed) actually were? It wasn't a pretty sight.

Still, he couldn't deny a paycheck, and Sanmer signed big ones for what Necross had to offer. Thinking of the collection process to come, the dragon reached down to the crotch of his pants, rubbing at his groin a few times.

The touch didn't go unnoticed, either. Sanmer turned to him with a chuckle.

"Eager already, Mr. Necross?"

"I do enjoy the various toys that you've put on the market, Mr. Sanmer; I can only imagine what you might have for your private use. Or will I be using the inmates, the way I imagine you and your guards do?"

They might as well see a reminder of some sort of pride, when they can, he thought. Even if they couldn't escape all the conditioning, they needed to be reminded that not all dragons were like what they saw here.

The fox smiled.

"Why limit yourself? I have several of the inmates on their way here already, and all the usual toys are in the collection chamber. Use whatever you need to get the most product, and I'll make sure that you're paid well for all of it."

They passed the last of the viewing windows, arriving at the private collection rooms of the Warden himself. From what Necross had managed to learn from the other prisoners and the people that he'd talked to about the prison proper, the Warden used this room for punishing prisoners that had stepped way too far out of line, or rewarded those that had done the best. Oddly enough, the various accounts seemed to agree on the actual procedure inside, just not on the reasons for why people were sent there.

As the metal doors opened, the 'dungeon' that the Warden used was revealed. A surprising number of machines, ranging from fucking machines to milking tubes to things that even the dragon didn't recognize littered the room. Toys served as attachments and were ready to be used however one wanted them, and several indentations in the floor looked like places where prisoners could be latched down for personal use. Necross took note of those, just in case the inmates proved troublesome.

Before he could ask about the machines, a panel in the floor opened up. A series of hisses came from below before three heads poked up from the floor. Necross realized that the guards were bringing the prisoners up via an elevator rather than through the hallways. Smart, he supposed; it kept an escape from being so simple as breaking down the door.

He smiled at the red and white dragons that were presented to him. The white - Hesith, according to the files - showed every bit of eagerness that he'd come to expect from the long time prisoners of this facility. The red, on the other hand, still showed some bits of pride, not wanting to be used. Roluth actively stepped away from the orca behind him when he was ground against, rather than pushing back the way that Hesith did.

A pity that I'm going to be a method to your breaking, boy. Be thankful that it's me rather than one of them, but it is still a pity.

"I can handle it from here, Mr. Sanmer. If you wouldn't mind leaving?"

"You know I'll still be watching."

"Of course. I expected nothing less."

The fox and orcas left, leaving the dragons alone in the chamber. Necross slowly crossed his arms as he looked over the two inmates left to him, examining them.

What he saw tightened his pants rather quickly. The two of them were not badly endowed, but it was more the size of their sacs and the sheer need that went through their covered cocks that had him licking his lips. They'd clearly gone without orgasm for at least a week - longer, in Roluth's case - and they both desperately needed to cum. He wondered if he would be allowed to let them loose; he imagined not.

He also wondered if there was something around here that lent them some sort of extra 'need' in the backside, too, considering that even Roluth was thrusting his hips out to the side, as if to be noticed. Such corruption, on such a grand scale against his species. Even though he couldn't approve, Necross couldn't help but be aroused by the methods, considering them for his own use at some point.

"I presume you know what you're here for?"

"Mmm, I have a few guesses."

"Yeah, yeah, I can just imagine what we're here for."

Points for pride, Roluth, but you lose them for the attitude. Necross walked across the room and grabbed both dragons by their cocks. He smirked at the way they jumped, and gave Roluth a particularly hard squeeze, just enough to go to the border of pain before backing off from it again.

"Right now, you're going to help me collect some of my special fluids for Mr. Sanmer. I don't need all that much assistance from the two of you, but you will give it."

"Of -"

"Why the hell should we listen to you?"

Roluth, Roluth...I swear, you bring this on yourself. With a long-suffering look towards the heavens, the dragon reached down to his zipper and pulled it down. Almost immediately, his own unnaturally strong musk slipped out, and the two dragons slumped forward at the first sniff. As he undid the button and pulled his pants down around his ankles, the smell got stronger and stronger, until the two dragons were groaning.

"You two are worse than a pair of hatchlings when it comes to resisting me, but I suppose it's not surprising. If you were born a slut, you were born a slut."

He pushed them down to their knees, and they went down easily. It didn't take them long to start leaning towards his crotch, as expected. Necross chuckled, turning to look around the room. He couldn't see the fox's cameras, but he knew they were there. Sanmer was always one to get a show if he could, and this one was going to be a doozy.

"Enjoy the show, Warden; perhaps you'll see what a real dragon can do for his submissives."

He pulled them forward at the same time, rubbing their noses against his crotch. The two dragons moaned as he did it, and he could feel the soft intakes of breath as they sniffed, breathing in the smells and the pheromones that oozed from his slit every time that he started to get aroused. Though biologically attuned to getting the attention of females, Necross's freak biology attuned it to any living being, leaving them gasping and begging for more at the slightest scent.

"That's it, boys...give it a few licks...a few sniffs...Let yourself be reminded what a real dragon is like."

They breathed in again and again, and he could see their cock sleeves throbbing all the more. Though they'd been hard when they were delivered, now they were positively bouncing with need. Were it not for the techno-babble that the fox had put on them, Necross had little doubt that they'd be cumming hands free.

"Now lick, boys."

Hesith and Roluth obeyed at equal speed, though not at equal enthusiasm. He swore that the white dragon almost attacked his slit with his tongue, while the red seemed to hold back, barely licking around the underside, closer to the mercenary's balls. Necross supposed he shouldn't have been surprised; the first dose was never enough to get them completely subservient, though that would come before long.

He saw just when it happened, too, as the pair of dragons slowly stopped licking at high speed and settled into a slightly more mindless licking, the rhythm lost and their eyes glazed over. It wasn't much for productivity, but given Necross's love of having so much control over his submissives, it was enough for him.

With his slit drooling with cloacal juices and the tip of his cock just starting to slide out, the dragon mercenary took a seat near one of the machines. Hooking up a paired set of tubes to the sides of his slit and a single tube near his cock head, he reached out and turned on the suction. As he felt the musk fluids being sucked away, he pointed to his balls.

"Roluth, you will lick these. Make sure that you attend to them well. Hesith." He turned to the white dragon as the red moved in, smiling softly at the feeling of the forked tongue playing over his sac. "You'll begin rimming your friend. Make sure he's nice and slick for when I am done, because I'll want his ass quite badly by then."

As the white dragon joined his fellow inmate in service, Necross leaned his head back against the chair. The soft suction was akin to a slow blowjob, nothing to actually make him cum, just enough to keep him stimulated. Considering what Sanmer wanted from him, that was just about perfect, particularly with the playtime he was getting with the other two dragons.

With any luck, they'll remember this properly. Submissives they might be, but knowing that we still have some pride as a species.

The End