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The Dragoness had not arrived in a flash of fury and sound. There were no heralds to announce her coming. There had only been an empty wing of the compound that, when the boys awoke one day, had no longer been empty.

In the weeks and months that followed, she'd become a story for the boys to scare one another with. A whispered tease in the darkness of the dorms of wings, and claws, and teeth, to snatch a wayward boy off to her lair to be devoured. Boys disappeared all of the time, and though they all returned a few days later--dopey and ignorant of where they'd been--the story continued. They multiplied. Stories of sightings in the halls at night, stalking a maid-boy, or tracking another as they went about their duties, persisted.

It was said she was a Mistress as well. The antithesis of everything their own beloved Mistress embodied. Despite this, she had been allowed to stay. Why?

Confusion spread through the ranks of boys, but the days passed and the Dragoness remained; boys disappeared, boys re-appeared, and the Mistress was silent!

Today, Kay had other thoughts on his mind, however. There was no time to ponder the existential questions of why their beloved Mistress would allow the Dragoness to stay. As he moved through the bustling halls, sunlight streaming through the brightly lit bay windows that lined the marble corridor, he was more concerned with the slow, throbbing, ache of need pulsing in the base of his rigid cock.

The snow leopard had been summoned to Her chambers once again. There was no question about what that meant, and the knowledge of what was coming--though not its form--had the somewhat lanky feline on edge.

A short line of maid boys passed to one side and the distracted feline had to dance around them. The simple movements were enough to a make a spectacle of the heated pole trapped in the boy's purple and white striped panties. The thin cotton bikini-cut briefs hugged the soft swells of the leopard's hips, and allowed only the slightest glimpse of his plump balls through one of the distended legholes as he moved.

Delicate thigh-fur was left bare, bristling in the warm air as he drew close to the large wooden doors which led to the Mistress' bedroom. The boy's legs were covered in sleek, dense stockings. The pattern of white and purple horizontal stripes carried over from those pre-cum darkened panties, and the hills of valleys of his slim legs bathed in the glorious attention. The bell collar around his neck jingled melodically as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Ah. Good. That's all of you then." The Mistress' voice drifted on the air like audible honeysuckle. She lay across a selection of carefully arranged satin pillows. Green hair trailed across Her elven features, the straight locks covering one eye, and leaving the other Creamsicle coloured pool pointed directly at Kay himself. Kay wilted under the loving intensity of that partially obscured gaze. His breath caught, and he unknowingly rose to his tiptoes as a sudden tenseness ran through his entire body. "Quickly, boy. Join the others." Her hand waved casually towards a line of kneeling boys nearby.

Kay, even as he was, could not refuse the request. The stricken feline hurried towards the line, taking his place. The boy sat on his knees, body upright and knees spread. Like the others, the feline's hips pushed forward slightly, as though offering his virile cat-prick to Her. Her gaze swept over the line of perhaps twenty eager harem-boys. Each wore their own choice of clothing today, but all had dressed in hopes of catching Her attention.

Finally, Her eyes left them. "Well now, boys. It seems some of you have been questioning the Dragoness who I've allowed to live here. I thought it was time I made a proper introduction."

A tremble ran down the line of boys, but they remained kneeling; there was no questioning the Mistress when Her gaze lay on you. Thoughts of loyalty, and submission, and reward, ran through their heads as they stared into Her eyes, and they were swallowed willingly by them.

Behind them they could feel movement. It was the soft tickle at the back of their thoughts, the raised hairs on the back of their necks, and the slow steady breathing of something behind them.

"Don't look, boys" She instructed. Something hung behind them, several boys feeling the playful touch of a claw, or the slow dragging of a heavy snout against the top of their heads. The smile on Her face was one of sadistic amusement; She knew what was going through their minds right now, and it pleased Her.

The boys' meanwhile boiled with anxious tension. There wasn't a single calm breath in the line-up of devoted servants, their bodies roiling with hot blood and nervous tension. At least one boy--a svelte lynx--had already begun to sweat as he felt claws combing through his short brown hair and tawny fur. Eyes craning, but his head not moving, a mutt-housecat further down the line tried to get a better look at what was stalking about behind them.

The Mistress remained silent now, the game had already started, though no rules had been explained. They became clear only when a particularly shaken looking tiger near the end of the line moved his paws to clutch at the rock-hard meat in his tight black panties. The fabric of the boy's underwear was pulled taut by his spread-legged position, and as cum squirted and squished through it as his paws desperately held onto the base of his dick, it was laid bear to Her scrutiny.

Her hand rose, waving it dismissively towards the cumming tiger as though simply brushing him away from her roost amidst the cushions. The boy's head fell foward, his spasming hips still twitching. There was no slow walk for him, however. The sudden, intent movements of what was behind them nearly caused several boys to disobey Her and look. The tiger had only just finished creaming his panties when a pair of jaws fell atop him.

In a single--careful--bite, the dragoness' jaws engulfed the tiger's upper-body. She lifted him from his kneeling position, his paws grabbing for her teeth and a throaty shriek of expected terror gushed from the cat as impotently as his seed had. The Mistress looked on, giggling softly to Herself as the dragoness toyed with her first meal of the night.

She shook her broad head, shaking the boy trapped in her jaws as his stockinged feet kicked and his spent shaft softened.

"P-Please, no!" he squealed, only for the Dragoness to throw her head back and let that helpless body slide into her throat. The boy's toes curled as they vanished between her long teeth. The other boys could see it happen; when she'd lunged to devour her prey, the Dragoness' head came into view, but only that. They saw every second of the defeated cat's apparent demise. When it was over, and he was gone, her head pulled back and was gone once more. The soft, sudden touches, and warm moist breaths against bare defenseless necks continued once more.

"Who's next?" The Mistress teased with another musical giggle. "The Dragoness is hungry for more disobedient boys."

There was no fear--at least of harm--in any of the boys, even as their hearts raced and wide-eyes stared towards Her in seeming panic. Their trust was well-placed, and She would not allow any true harm to come to them... but still, the way the tiger had vanished... the thought of those jaws coming down on them next... all of this created a powerful train of thought in the boys' minds, and they loved every second of it.

A low rumbly growl was all it took to set off a slim-shouldered collie. His purple satin panties rippled with the force of his cum as it sprayed into the shimmering fabric. Unlike the tiger, the collie didn't try to stop it, he allowed himself to be washed away with it. Belly and hips pushing forward forcefully, the boy's shoulders pushed back and his mouth opened in a shivering 'O' of surprise. Hands bracing against the floor, the boy rode through the humiliating orgasm with all the conviction of a veteran bullrider.

Still. The Mistress' hand rose and waved him off, Her one visible eye rolling slightly. "Eliminated."

Kay trembled visibly as the dragoness' head once more shot into view. She caught the collie length-wise this time, his head and shoulders sticking out of one side of her mouth, and his pinwheeling legs out of the other.

"AI-AIIIIIE!" The canine's short shriek was cut off as he was tossed upwards slightly, only to be caught head-first and swallowed face-down. His face pressed against her tongue as his cum-covered cock and panties dragged against her teeth. Ass tensing in his little panties, the boy slid down her throat as though it were a waterslide. His cries were cut off as her jaws closed as soon as his socked toes passed her lips. Then she was gone.

Kay just about moaned out at the second dramatic elimination. Eighteen stiff, proud boys still remained, but the two gaps in the line were far more noticeable.

Things moved quickly from there. Her thoughts continued to infiltrate their brains, killing their fear, but heightening their anxiousness and need. They were attacked with love from the front, and fear from the back, and it formed a potent cocktail of lust in the pits of the survivors' bare bellies.

The lynx in his sky-blue panties went next. Too eager, the feline had allowed himself a quick, secretive stroke of his own balls through the airy fabric of his underwear. That was all it'd taken, and he was finished.

The dragoness' jaws came down and took his upper body. She didn't lift him, but bent his body backwards as he screaming into the roof of her mouth. The boy's cock was helpless to resist its natural tendencies, and sweet cum sprayed once again. His shaft was beautifully outlined as his body was forced into a bridge by the hungry predator's attack. Finally, even as his legs trembled, the boy finally lost his balance, falling on his cotton-covered ass. Several strands of cum made it through the cotton barrier of his panties and painted his belly in fragrant musk even as it--and the rest of the cat--disappeared into her gullet.

An otter creamed his panties at a final, inescapable claw trailing through his short chestnut fur. The tribal tattoos that patterned his athletic body glistened with sweat from his exhaustive attempts to resist the allure of her threat, and even as rich cum oozed through the orange fabric of his feminine briefs, the boy was attacked.

The dragoness' teeth nipped playfully at the back of one of his calves, before her claws used the leg to upturn her kneeling pray and roll him onto his back. She loomed over him in all of her purple-scaled glory, though only he saw her as he lay faceup, legs spread and elbows braced against the floor to raise his upper-body slightly. The other boys only saw the otter, one arm raised as though to fend off an impending blow.

"M-Mercy!" The short-breathed otter pleaded with well-known futility. His afterglow lingered as she took him in several casual bites and gulps. Each was its own ecstasy for the vanquished otter, and by the time he'd disappeared down her throat he'd let out several short cries and half-hearted protests.

An orange-furred fox found himself helplessly scooped up in her jaws as well. She caught him from the side even as the first pulsing arch of cum splattered in his pink panties. The boy didn't even have time to cry out, still caught in a blush-tinged moan as he'd cummed his way right out of the game.

"Faaide, eliminated!" The Mistress' announcement particularly personal for some reason. The fondness in her eyes contradicting the torturous attention she paid to that particular boy's elimination.

The fox may or may not have heard, either way. Even as she announced his exit, only his legs remained of him. One pink-socked leg stuck out from either side of the dragoness' snout even as the tip of his tail poked out the front,, and she held them there knowingly before snapping them up as well. Another boy making his way down the darkness of her throat to join the other losers.

Half of the field had been eliminated before long. Of those who'd already succumbed, there was no sign left save a few wayward streaks of dried cum on the floor. A darkly furred jaguar in white silk panties who had been kneeling to one side of Kay, had already been taken. The extra space afforded by his exit, and the spectacle of his trip into the dragoness' mouth had left the cat on edge both literally and figuratively; of the four boys who had been kneeling to Kay's right, none remained, he was on the far end of the diminished line.

What more could he do than hold on, though? The desire to give in was strong, to join the others resting in the dragoness' belly, to give up the glory of winning in exchange for the pleasure of submission.

Even as a familiar grey fox was taken nearby, the leopard's mind remained locked in a struggle with itself. The grey fox's relaxed fit yellow panties trembled and rippled in alluring teases of the spurting meat trapped within them. The tent was clear as it bobbled and jostled with the frantic kicking of his legs; the trail of fresh cum running down one of the vulpine's legs was just as clear, however.

As though the boy had been caught-up entirely in the scenario, his body spasmed and the legs hanging from the dragoness' mouth fell limp. There was no further resistance as the subdued male was fully devoured. Her tongue wrapped around his hips, dragging his remaining body between her lips in a deliberately slow show for the remaining boys. When she was done, she returned to the unseen shadows behind them. Nine boys still remained now, and each eagerly waited to see who would go next.

A rather short cheetah was horrified when it was him. The smug grin that had tugged at his lips for much of the game thus far melting away. He could feel something right behind him. Something big. It towered over him, daring him to look. The temptation was too much; he could feel the dragoness' shadow creeping over him, and even as he desperately fought to keep his deep green panties dry, he looked up.

The dragoness' jaws were immediate. The cheetah only got sight of a rush row of fangs before darkness engulfed him. The Mistress had told them not to look, and she'd meant it!

"GYAAAAAAAH!"

The cheetah's tail thrashed as his butt pushed backwards, his back arching into the dragoness' chin as though he could pull himself free that way. The result was inevitable, and it came quickly. Her jaws snapped again, taking him down to his belly. The boy's cock could take no more, and even as she savoured the flavour of his well-groomed body, his meat sent a streak of cum right through his green panties and across her nose. The boy's squeals of protest continued even as he was dragged out of view on his ass, the sound soon ending as he was devoured.

"Tsk. What a bad boy" pouted the Mistress, Her head canting slightly and briefly exposing the eye that Her green hair had been hiding. A few giggles snuck from several of the surviving boys. Not all were so confident as to laugh, however. There were still eight boys left, and that meant seven of them would be sharing the cheetah's fate before this was over.

Kay was amongst the latter. Even as the Mistress scolded the vanquished cheetah, the leopard was painfully aware that he was about to burst. The knot that had been grinding away in his belly was coming undone. It was slow, but it was happening. Any minute now there would be nothing left to hold his insistently aching boycock in check. The threat of what would happen when he finally gave in only sped up the unraveling of that knot.

She could sense it, too. The Mistress' gaze lingered on the blushing snow leopard. His thick tail beat against the floor as though trying to distract him from the hot lust bubbling in his body. Thoughts of resistance flooded his mind, but always there was Her pinprick interruptions. The little voice that told him to give in, to surrender, to let himself get washed away in pleasure before becoming the dragoness' next meal.

Little heated breaths puffed from Kay, his collar-bell jingling as he trembled with anticipation. Her eyes held him throughout all of it, and in them he finally saw the truth; there was no point in fighting it. He should just give up...

Rich cum filling his panties was enough to wake the snow leopard from the daydream She'd tricked him into. Her mouth was turned up in a smug, knowing smile, and even as the leopard's body was wracked with pleasure, She winked at him. It was too much. The boy let out a cry of humiliated submission that stayed the dragoness' inevitable attack only long enough to allow him to finish.

Cum pooled in the crotch of the boy's panties, coating his cock and balls with its slick uselessness. The delay was only a reprieve, however, not forgiveness. Her hand rose, and She waved the snow leopard off with as much regard as though brushing away a fly. The dragoness' jaws were there to oblige Her dismissal, as they had been every other time.

The leopard's panties were a mess of sweat and cum now, the fabric darkened by the fluids. The dragoness seemed to appreciate the musk, however, her snout moving between his thighs from behind, spreading his legs a little further with its size as it savoured the aroma of spent leopard-cum. Her jaws snapped around him in a sudden jerking movement, yanking him from the floor with a cry of horror that did little to mask his desire for this fate. The leopard's paws were still free, his toes pointed as his arms beat at the dragoness' snout. Her teeth pressed against his lower chest on one side, and his softening cock on the other.

"Let me go! Mistress, save me!" The leopard's cries were as playful as the dragoness' tongue as it slid over the belly caught in her mouth. He trusted her. She wouldn't let the dragoness hurt them... would she!? This had to be a part of Her usual tricks, and he obliged Her in it by pleading as convincingly as he could. "I'll be good, Mistress! Please!"

It was no use. The Mistress raised a hand to stifle a giggle with the back of it, but She didn't reply to the boy's words save with a loving, "Kayrin, eliminated." His pleading had at least earned him that. He was devoured quickly regardless, the boy reduced to simple dragonchow for the Mistress' amusement.

As his chest and belly slid down the predator's throat, the leopard found himself expertly maneuvered about by the dragoness' tongue and lips. Several inches at a time, the leopard disappeared into the hungry abyss of her body. The darkness of her throat became increasingly absolute as saliva smeared against the feline's nearly naked body.

Pleasure roared through him as he submitted to his fate, the muffled cries now entirely for the benefit of those who remained rather than out of any desire for self-preservation. He felt the touch of her teeth against the back of his legs as her throat clutched and pulled at his face. It was warm in here, so warm, so... protective. Panting for breath, but always seeming to find some somehow, the boy travelled deeply into the heat of her body.

What little light remained suddenly disappeared as, behind him, the dragoness' jaws snapped shut. He could feel her moving seconds later, his body hidden beneath the scales of her throat as he was pulled down towards her waiting gut. Only the press of something rigid against his face warned him that he'd reached his destination. A ring of muscle allowed him to pass, each painstaking inch causing the expanding throat-muscle to slide against his tingling body. Nearly thoughtless now, his mind wrapped in a warm blanket unlike any he'd felt before, the leopard managed a final coherent one before he was gone. It was like a hug. He smiled contently.

Though Kay was gone, at least for now, his body was still very much there. It squeezed into the dragoness' gut and soon pressed against a huddled mass of naked fur and flesh. The twelve boys who had preceded him were still in here, their bodies entwined and meshed as the belly churned wetly around them. The accommodations were tight, but none of them seemed to mind. Many dozed listlessly, their ass in the face of another boy, or a cock tucked against the throat of another. The lump of boyflesh was accepting of all of it.

Even as Kay's body came to rest, his legs tangled with the legs of that grey fox, and his face mashing into the flaccid cock and balls of the collie, the stomach jostled. The dragoness was moving quickly again... another boy was coming.

******

Kay awoke.

Moonlight filtered across the sheets of his shared bed, the dorm room silent and still. Only the occasional fitful moan from some boy having a naughty dream broke the tranquility of the room.

Kay frowned.

His mind slowly tumbled into some form of working order as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. What had happened?

Kay sighed.

Leaning back in his bed, the boy stared at the ceiling. For some reason he felt as though something new had happened. Something unexpected. Something frightening. But what was it? It escaped him each time he lunged for it, and soon the sleepy fox found his eyelids drooping and his thoughts turning to the need for sleep. It must have been a dream.

Somewhere, the dragoness rested in her lair even as the leopard drifted back to sleep. Days had passed since she'd been introduced so dramatically to the Mistress' boys, but still her hungry belly rumbled eagerly, waiting for its chance to suckle on leopard meat once again.