Arundo
#2 of Into the Gray
Whew, rewrote this a bunch of times trying to get it perfect, so it might be a bit frankensteined. I kind of ended up following the pattern I established with Undersourcing, where the second chapter is a lot of exposition with less action, but it leaves me open to really dig into the story now that the world is built. So be forewarned, a lot of talking ahead. As always, I hope everyone can still find something they can enjoy. And that there aren't too many leftover errors.
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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"Your name is Arundo?" Vandor asked, still reeling from his formerly diminutive master's abrupt transformation.
Whereas moments ago the dragon was a short, rotund, unassuming creature, he now possessed a powerful muscular form that towered over the shirtless skinny black jackal. Though it retained his green scales and long patches of brown fur, his body was sleeker than before, with longer arms, legs, and taloned feet to fit his enhanced frame. Aside from thicker curled ram's horns and a slightly longer serpentine neck, his head was largely unchanged, having the same draconic face and piercing red cat-eyes as before. His robes, which previously were long and loose-fitting, now ended above his knees and looked more like a tunic. They did appear to be intact despite his increase in size, so Vandor could only assume they were either enchanted or just specifically designed to handle transformations.
"That's what I said," the dragon succinctly answered.
"You were named after the last king of the dragons from the legend? The Great Destroyer?"
Arundo bristled at the epithet. Sometimes he truly, truly hated that legend. "No, I wasn't named after him. Technically it's the other way around."
"He... was named after... you? What do you mean?"
"Exactly that. I wasn't named after the so-called 'Great Destroyer.' I was him."
"But... how could... that'd mean you're over-"
"Over 500 years old, yes," Arundo interrupted while flashing a wide, toothy grin. "I say I was experienced, didn't I?" He started to flex his limbs as he spoke, eliciting a number of loud, uncomfortable pops and cracks from the joints. With a pained grunt he sat down on the thick grass and stretched out his legs. "Please, sit for a moment. As you can imagine transforming is a bit taxing, no matter how experienced I might be."
"O-okay..." Vandor stuttered as he sat a short distance away. After everything that happened, he was happy to do whatever the dragon wanted, and really, he was just as happy marveling at the golden city only a short distance away from where they were sitting in the lush open field.
"Since you brought it up, perhaps this should be your first lesson. I'm going to tell you the truth behind that old legend."
Vandor stared blankly for a moment and quietly asked, "The... truth? Are you saying the legend isn't true? It didn't really happen?"
"Not exactly. Stories are written by those who survive to do the writing, and the majority of survivors in this case clearly favored one side over the other. Over time those stories grew into a legend that only got more biased, fantastical, and exaggerated as the real events were lost to time. Innocents were recast as monsters, a scared, angry child became a destroyer, things like that. There are some kernels of truth that remain, yes, but far too few. Now, if you're ready to listen I'll get started."
"Yes, sir," Vandor answered with a nod.
"Alright." Arundo took a moment to clear his throat. "A long time ago, hundreds of years before the creation of The Gray, 4 kingdoms formed in the different corners of the continent, each ruled by a royal family made up of prominent members of a single dominant species, wolves, goats, lions, or lizards. As you've experienced yourself, the kingdoms treated related species as degenerate but acceptable second class citizens. For example, coyotes, foxes, and," he gestured toward Vandor, "jackals in the case of the wolves. Except for rare exceptions, all others like otters, raccoons, or rabbits were at best peasants, at worst... Well I'm sure you've seen for yourself." He noticed the jackal squinting as if trying to think, and added, "Did you have a question?"
"Oh, uh, yes actually... Did you say lions were rulers? Don't you mean tigers?" Vandor asked as he tilted his head to the side.
"No. Despite their revision of history tigers weren't always the dominant species of Guisse, but I'll get to that later. Don't be afraid to stop me if you have questions, it's an important quality for a prospective mage," the dragon said with an approving nod. "Now, over time the kingdoms grew in strength and size, eventually expanding until their territories met at the center of the continent. Naturally, this caused a problem since for the first time they found themselves facing enemies that couldn't be dominated, that were capable of not just defending, but attacking as well. What followed was a stalemate, a state of perpetual warfare as they were all too regrettably arrogant to accept the idea of anyone other than their own kind being in charge. And if the cost was the lives of a few worthless peasants, who would care?"
"Not the wolves," Vandor quietly muttered.
"Not entirely untrue, but try to remember not to condemn a single species by the actions of the worst of their number. There's the potential for good in everyone, case in point... The constant warring meant nothing but suffering for those villages at the center of the world, wolf or otherwise, within striking distance of all 3 mortal enemies. Over time they grew weary of living in fear as little more than targets and out of desperation met in secret to try to find a way out. It wasn't easy, but eventually they came to an agreement; the villages would merge at the center of the continent, they would pool their magics to create an illusion to hide their new home, and for the first time in history members of many different species agreed to live peacefully as one."
"And that was Kshalle?"
"It didn't have an official name for many years, but, yes, that is correct."
"So the empire of the dragons had no dragons? Where did they come from?"
Arundo smiled knowingly at the jackal, choosing to continue with his story rather than answer the question. "At the time, magical knowledge was in its infancy, but thanks to the constructive collaboration between former enemies something like making it look like their villages were burning, razed, and abandoned was child's play. In fact, as they continued to pool their wisdom and knowledge their skills grew exponentially, and within a couple of generations the hidden nation was home to the most powerful mages in the world. And that wasn't the only effect their new found cooperation had. Bonds formed across species, they had children, their children had children, and so on until everything melded together as one, becoming something new. Something greater than the sum of its parts."
"That's it? Dragons are just hybrids?" Vandor asked, looking almost disappointed.
"Yes, though we are extremely advanced hybrids. It takes many generations and a rich assortment of species to eventually form into a dragon. It shouldn't be that surprising. Just look at me, all of the pieces are there. You didn't really believe the whole 'spawned by dark forces' part of the legend, did you?"
Vandor was almost about to respond but stopped himself, not wanting to admit that he had never questioned it before.
"I suppose if the rest of the world wasn't so purity obsessed it wouldn't be so hard to consider. Moving on. Time passed and Kshalle quietly grew until they realized they wouldn't be able to hide themselves away for much longer. They may have been masked by what amounted to a no-man's land, but one day someone was bound to discover their presence, and it would be better to do so themselves. After putting it to a vote they chose to reveal themselves to the world, hoping maybe they could share their knowledge and prosperity. They sent envoys to the other kingdoms and, while they were understandably nervous, it seemed like they were open to negotiating a peaceful coexistence. In a way my forefathers were right, because for the first time in history the other kingdoms created an alliance to fight what they saw as a common enemy. That part of the legend is fairly accurate."
"The war?"
"The war. We had superior magics, but they had numbers, and over a long time managed to wear us down. They put the so-called inferior races on the front lines making us focus on defense, not wanting to kill what were basically slaves, and it ended up being our downfall. You know the story from there, eventually our magics failed and we were overrun." Arundo let out a heavy sigh as he finished speaking.
"Were you there for the war?"
"I was born in the capitol around the start of it, and my brother shortly after me, so yes. Since my parents were part of the council of mages that acted as our leaders they made sure I began training the moment I was able to speak. I turned out to be a prodigy, with the potential to be the most powerful mage the world had ever known, especially in the field of mental manipulation. Most of my childhood was spent training in a pocket dimension we had recently learned how to create to experiment without harming the outside world."
"That's where we are now, isn't it?" The dragon answered with another quiet nod.
"I was almost an adult by the time the war reached our city. I hoped to join my parents in shoring up our defenses, but they had other plans. They used a sleep spell to knock my brother and me out and hid us away in here, keying the portal to only work for us. They knew our fall was inevitable, and I suppose they hoped we'd be safe hidden away from the world. I don't know why they left. Best as I can figure, they hoped to bring the tower down to permanently bar the way in. Whatever their reason, it would be lonely, just my brother and me, but we'd be alive."
"Wow... that's..."
"I know. We woke up days later, and against my brother's wishes I couldn't stop myself from leaving. I had to know what happened to our home. The tower was still standing, so if our parents intended to bring it down it didn't work out. We reentered to city to see it in ruins. Many soldiers were partying or looting, and a few generals were celebrating their victory in the town square. I felt an anger growing inside me like I had never felt before. When I saw my parents, or rather... their heads..." Arundo trailed off for a moment, staring off into the distance. A small tendril of smoke appeared from where his hand was resting on the grass. "Something snapped. I calmly approached the amused gathering, letting them know they were all about to die screaming. The supreme general of the lions, also their king, approached me while laughing and drew his sword. Before he could bring it down to kill my brother and me, I unleashed the full extent of my wrath..." With a heavy sigh, he continued. "To this day I don't know how I was able to do it, but in my raw fury I caught the three of us in a vortex of power, ripping the very life from the land itself to channel into a mass control spell."
"So you did create The Gray?"
"I never said I didn't. Some were unaffected, others were drained and reduced to dust, and the rest had their minds irrevocably shattered and bound to my will. Those so afflicted began slaughtering their former friends and allies while mindlessly shouting my name. The world exploded into chaos as some tried to defend themselves and others fled in terror. The lion, my brother, and I collapsed as my new army followed their only command, to exterminate the invaders. When I regained consciousness some time later, I was surrounded by hundreds of dead eyed slaves staring down at me. However long I was out, it was enough for them to clear the city and the surrounding countryside. The invaders were gone, any survivors having escaped the now withered, dead land."
"You're really that powerful?" asked Vandor nervously as he twiddled his thumbs.
"I was, but only that once. That exertion burned me out. I no longer possess magic of my own, and I was left as that stunted abomination you first saw me as. I wasn't dead, but I wasn't alive either. I was something in-between. The same was true for both the lion and my brother. After calmly calling me a monster, my brother ran, never to return... Past that, the only thing I could think of doing was trying to rebuild, but with me powerless and the land dead... it didn't go well. Luckily, before we exhausted our supplies I discovered something interesting; if the pocket dimension was channeled enough power it could expand infinitely, and could serve as a potential new home."
"But if your magic was burned out, how were you able to do that?"
"Easy, I didn't use my own," Arundo replied, getting a shocked reaction from the jackal. "Calm down, no, I didn't start sacrificing my new thralls, not that the mindless puppets would have noticed. No, while working on rebuilding I made my single greatest discovery, that I could channel large amounts of power through... well, I'll show you later." He couldn't help but smirk at the jackal's quizzical expression. "As the years passed and new generations were born, possessing free will unlike their forbears, I realized that I had ceased aging as a side effect of my condition. Not only that, but so long as I was stayed in the pocket dimension, inundated with the raw power being channeled, I could both restore my original form and artificially recharge my own magic reserves."
"And that was it? You just cut yourself off from the world until now?"
"No, I left the first time after a hundred years or so. By that point I had raised a small army and wanted revenge, but once I scouted things out I realized no one from those days was left and it seemed pointless. In fact, as I found out the original rulers of Guisse, the lions, had been completely overthrown. With their king gone and no heirs to take his place Guisse fell to civil war and the tigers took over. Lions are little more than slaves there now. Anyway, while scouting about I managed to take a few jobs using my limited, though still extremely impressive magical skills and brought home a number of new luxuries, plays, domesticated animals, food, clothes and the like. Things we couldn't get back here. And that became the pattern of things, every several decades I travel the world, trading my skills for luxuries, and bringing them home to keep everyone happy. That about sums it up."
"So what do you do with the intruders you capture in The Gray? You didn't mention that."
"Ah, good question. I invite them to stay."
"That's all? You invite them to stay?" Vandor asked skeptically.
"Yes, granted, there's no choice involved. I bring them here and let them know they won't be leaving. Most of the lesser races are happy to stay since suddenly they aren't considered lesser races anymore. The ones of more noble blood tend to be more contentious, making me have to take care of them myself, same as I did to your wolf friend. I shatter their minds and rebuild them into something more useful to our society."
Looking away for a moment, Vandor suddenly looked contemplative. "Did you ever trap another jackal named Kayle a few years back? He looked a little like me but taller, muscular, and tan."
Arundo, for the first time, looked almost surprised. "You know Kayle? Now there's a happy coincidence for you. I brought him in some time ago, he was more than happy to stay. Was he a friend of yours?"
"My best friend!" the jackal shouted happily. "I haven't seen him in years! He ran off to avoid conscription by the wolves and was chased into The Gray... I always thought he was dead..."
"You're in luck, he should be in the castle. I'm feeling pretty rested now, we can make our way there and in the meantime I'll give you a quick tour of the city." As he finished speaking Arundo rose to his feet and headed to the city.
Vandor didn't need to be signaled to follow. He practically leapt off the ground and bounded along happily, feeling more optimistic than he had in a long, long time.
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The first thing Vandor noticed as he approached the gates of the sprawling city was that there weren't any. Every city major city he had ever been to had, at a minimum, a single heavily guarded main entrance with armored walls surrounding the perimeter. Whatever walls this city had were golden, beautiful, and in no way able to provide any kind of defense. Some parts were even simple bars that easily provided enough space for an intruder to walk right through. But then again, it they were really in a pocket dimension he couldn't imagine who could lay siege.
As they passed under the main entryway, Arundo couldn't help but smile at Vandor's reaction to the city sprawling out before him. The town square was like nothing the jackal had ever seen before, full of people interacting, children playing, others conversing, visiting shops, some holding hands. There were any number of stores and houses lining the streets, and everything looked so clean and organized. He had never before dared think a place like this could exist. Everywhere he had gone before had such an aura of raw hostility and suspicion, no one trusted anyone. Here he could only sense... joy.
It also wasn't lost on him that a sizable amount of the population, as Arundo implied, appeared to consist of either full dragons, or hybrids of some sort. He saw a rabbit with ram's horns, a lizard with hooves, a kangaroo with an underbelly armored with scales, just about anything he could imagine. Back where he came from sullying the purity of even lesser species was a capitol offense for all involved, but here... here it was celebrated. It was all just so beautiful.
"Wow..." was all Vandor could say, much to the dragon's amusement.
"Indeed. Most are pretty shocked by what we were able to build, I enjoy watching their reactions."
"How were you able to do all of this? It just doesn't seem real."
"The pocket dimension was made to mirror the natural world for as far as it stretched so we had all of the resources we needed, and at the start I had a pretty vast mindslave workforce. It wasn't that difficult, all told." Despite Arundo's attempt at seeming as nonchalant as possible, Vandor could easily see he was proud of his home.
"And everyone lives here in the city?"
"Oh, no, of course not. There are plenty of smaller towns and hamlets across the countryside. Farmers and hunters who supply us with food, woodsmen to provide lumber, and so on. Not everyone is fit for city life, and I leave it up to them to choose how they want to live. By and large I let the populace govern themselves, I have no taste for leadership. Though, I do step in to keep order and punish lawbreakers every here and again."
Vandor winced. Here was what he was dreading, where it got ugly. Where everything that seemed too good to be true turned out to be precisely that. "W-what happens to lawbreakers?" he asked with an obvious degree of fear in his voice.
"Calm down, you can see for yourself, it's part of our next stop."
Taking a breath to calm himself down, Vandor nodded and followed the dragon deeper into the city.
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As the jackal soon discovered, the bulk of the city was only a wide ring surrounding the castle grounds. The inner walls led to a large open field containing a pair of massive gold structures at its center. One was easily recognizable as the aforementioned castle, but the other, he couldn't quite identify. It was a comparatively nondescript domed structure with a tower at its center and a large open archway at the front, nothing he had ever seen before. Whatever it was, it had a steady flow of enthusiastic citizens from every direction headed inside while other exhausted looking ones shuffled out, back to the city. Vandor and Arundo merged in with the crowd as they passed under the archway and entered a short hallway.
"So... what is this exactly?" Vandor asked, trying his best to speak over the rumbling crowd.
"The literal heart of the world, though it also serves a purpose both as public recreation and as a prison of sorts. See for yourself."
They reached the end of the hallway and entered a massive open room with a large cylindrical formation at its center, likely the tower he saw from outside, though architectural concerns didn't hold his attention for long. Rather, he was instantly distracted by the crowd, all at once, disrobing as they ran to grab bedrolls and find open spots on the floor.
"Wh-what's happening?" Vandor asked while blushing heavily. It was obvious from his suddenly awkward stance that he was trying to hide the stirring of his own loins. He was having a hard time looking away from a nearby ocelot and horse pair that were engaged in a sloppy 69, hungrily gobbling each other's cocks.
The fact that Vandor didn't even notice a large breasted vixen trying to get his attention wasn't lost on Arundo. Nor was the fact that he was fixated on the two males together while trying to hide his own arousal. It seemed the dragon had found a kindred spirit in more ways than one.
"What you're seeing is something you'll have to get used to if you hope to be as powerful as I am. What I discovered while trying to rebuild, or more accurately repopulate, was that when channeled by a skilled mage the single most effective way to generate magical power is, simply, sexual release," Arundo answered while watching the ocelot bobbing his head along the horse's impressive shaft. "At first I had to direct the channeling myself, but eventually I was able to design and build a tower to handle it all, automatically supplying it directly into the world itself."
Vandor was able to do little more than incoherently mumble as a fox was welcomed alongside the ocelot and horse and promptly began fucking the feline's tailhole. He finally broke his gaze from the impromptu threeway long enough to gape in awe at the masses of writhing bodies of every conceivable species joyously fucking the daylights out of each other. It was taking all he had to keep from dropping his tattered pants and beating off right there.
"Everyone healthy and of age is encouraged to participate at least once in a while to help maintain the world so it can continue to maintain us. Some prefer to stay paired off with a mate, and some like myself prefer a bit of variety. Either way the nature of the channeling prevents pregnancy and disease, so it all just doubles as some consequence-free community building fun for all."
"What about lawbreakers? What does this have to do with them?"
"Look at the walls."
When Vandor did as suggested, he was shocked that he missed it while gawking about at the assembled crowd. All along the edge of the structure was a series of pillories, many empty and many holding someone's trapped neck and wrists, leaving their rears vulnerable to be used. Their mouths were fitted with a ring gag as well to make their front side just as accessible. The pillory nearest Vandor held a black haired white rat who was let out a series of loud gurgled moans as his ass was powerfully fucked by an enthusiastic boar.
"Minor offenses are punished as such, a couple days in here for free use so they can help give back to the community. Major offenses like murder I handle more harshly with a full mental reprogramming, but those cases are rare. Honestly, most of the residents being punished in here are repeat offenders, for this exact reason, but I'm not going to fault them for liking the kinkier stuff."
Almost like he was listening to the conversation from a distance, the rat chose that exact moment to look over at Vandor, wink suggestively, and use what little motion he was allowed to beckon him over. The jackal blushed again, crossing his legs and politely shaking his head, much to the rat's disappointment. His disappointment was short lived, however, as a passing raccoon was quick to shove his thick, throbbing cock through the open gag and hump away.
"Like I was saying, you'll need to get over that shyness, but I can help you with that. I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I didn't, would I?" Arundo startled Vandor by patting him on the back, but the jackal was quick to give him a shy smile and nod. "Unless you want to stay and watch, we should get moving."
"No, no, I think I'm good."
Letting out a small chuckle, Arundo turned and briskly walked back through the entrance to make his way to the castle. Vandor watched with rapt attention as the ocelot and horse jizzed in each other's mouths and the fox shot his load deep in the ocelot's ass. He smiled as they cuddled each other fondly, eventually managing to tear himself away from the lovely sight and sprint off after the dragon.
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As they entered the dragon's castle, Vandor was once again in complete awe. He had only personally seen one before, and in that case it was built as a defensive structure, ugly, but utilitarian. This castle, however, like the rest of the city was beautiful. Beautiful, and huge. The jackal wasn't able to fully appreciate just how overwhelming the golden structure was from a distance, but up close it was almost like a city unto itself.
They walked through the endless maze of hallways while Arundo effortlessly led the way. As he followed, Vandor gawked at the various paintings and sculptures lining the walls between a series of unmarked wooden doors. If he didn't know he was in a castle he might have guessed he had found his way into an art gallery.
"You look confused, something bothering you?" Arundo asked when he noticed the jackal curiously scanning the halls.
"Oh, uh, no. I guess I was surprised by all the grandeur... you didn't strike me as someone to be interested in status symbols, it seemed odd you'd want something like this."
Arundo gave a small shrug and explained, "You're right, it's a bit much I suppose, but everyone is welcome, and it keeps me busy. I didn't intend make it so big, but I keep adding on whenever I have free time, and here we are."
"You can't possibly mean you built all of this yourself, can you?"
"Mostly. I'm ageless, not immune to boredom. Art and construction are nice hobbies for when I'm not out exploring the world."
"Wow. That pretty ama-" Vandor began to say before the dragon abruptly stopped at one of the doors.
"One moment, Vandor," was all the dragon said before he knocked, waited for an inaudible response, and ducked inside. Almost a minute passed with the jackal waiting awkwardly outside before the door sprang open with a loud crash.
A brown jackal wearing little else but flimsy pink lingerie and a thong appeared in the doorway and shouted, "VAN!" as he flew at him like a rocket.
"KAYLE!" Vandor shouted back with his arms open, only to be taken by surprise when his old friend, instead of coming in for a hug, grabbed him and bent him slightly backwards in a passionate, sloppy kiss. Once the shock wore off, Vandor barely managed to push his friend away and shout, "Kayle! What the hell was that?"
"Sorry, I'm a member or Arundo's harem, it's more or less how we say hello here," Kayle explained with a slight blush.
"Oh. He didn't..." Vandor tapped the side of his head, "...do something to you, did he?"
"No, of course not, this was all my choice! It's about everything I could ever want, this is a paradise!" Kayle excitedly answered. "Anyway, he asked me to get you acquainted to things here. Come on in and we can do a whole lot of catching up!" He grabbed Vandor's wrist and dragged him back into his room before the startled jackal could react. With a sly grin, Arundo walked out the door and closed it behind him, shouting, "Have fun, you two!" as he headed for his own room.
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Not that it was a rare occurrence for the prideful dragon, but Arundo felt unusually pleased at how the day had gone, especially with the added bonus of reuniting two friends as he did. Things rarely worked out so happily for those coming in from the real world, that alone made it all worthwhile. Cheerfully humming as he walked, he passed through the doors into his personal chamber and began to disrobe. He tossed his clothes at the feet of a lion who was quietly standing against the gray stone wall with his hands behind his back.
Aside from a black leather collar and metal ringed leather bands around his wrists and ankles, the tall, muscular, tan furred lion was completely naked. His mane was shaved to a short length, no longer than the rest of his fur. He had a pair of snakebite piercings through his bottom lip, a thick gold nose ring, a pair of nipple rings connected by a thin chain, a jeweled belly button stud, and a thick prince albert piercing peeking out of his sheath. A small band near the top of his tail was connected to his collar, keeping it raised at all times. In spite of everything, the lion still appeared quite intimidating, at least compared to anyone other than the dragon.
"Evening, General. How was your day?" Arundo asked as he sat on the edge of his large plush bed.
"Very good, as always, Master," the lion flatly answered. He began to pick up the discarded clothing items but was stopped by a scaly hand on his shoulder.
"No, that can wait until later. I know you're mostly just ornamentation these days, but I had cause to... reminisce about how we met today. Frankly, the only thing I want you to do right now is get fucked into a drooling mess."
"Please abuse me however you see fit, master," General droned as he fell to his knees before the dragon.
A strangely hostile grin crossed Arundo's face, one that if Vandor was present would have utterly terrified him. "That, of course, is the plan," he said, snapping his fingers and forcing the bands around the lion's wrists to bind together, forcing his arms behind his back. He grabbed the lion's head and harshly forced his face against his bulging sheath.
Understanding the silent command, General slurped his tongue around the tip of the emerging shaft several times before taking it into his mouth. There was little real interest or enthusiasm behind his actions, the lion was simply following his master's orders. Still, that didn't prevent his own pierced cock from slowly emerging from his sheath as he swallowed around the dragon's swelling pillar of flesh.
As much as he may have hated the lion, Arundo genuinely appreciated what he was able to turn him into. Nothing muted the echoing memory of the lion's mocking laughter quite like seeing the former king choking around a foot long shaft forcing it's way down his throat.
Arundo hissed through his teeth as his cock reached its full size, being both constricted and massaged by the moist, convulsing flesh. He promptly began to move General's head up and down his ridged, tapered member, eagerly fucking the lion's face without having to move his hips. The sounds of gagging and smacking filled the room as Arundo repeatedly slammed the lion's face into his crotch, steadily increasing in speed each time. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop himself from letting out a low, guttural moan.
Realizing he was approaching his climax, Arundo pulled the lion's mouth off of his cock and effortlessly tossed him onto the bed. With a heavy thud, General landed on his knees and fell forward, leaving his chest against the sheets and ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable. The dragon knelt behind him and wordlessly slammed his full slick length into the experienced tailhole with a single thrust. After giving a few short practice thrusts, he leaned down over the lion's back and whispered, "Remember, you better be a good little pet and not make a mess on my sheets, or you will regret it."
Despite the warning, General's shaft was twitching as it dangled between his legs next to his fat, heavy balls. A small trickle of pre was leaking from the tip onto the sheets, though he was too busy moaning and squirming from the penetration to notice.
Not interested in wasting any more time, Arundo quickly pulled out and slammed back in, setting a rapid pace and brutally fucking the lion's ass. There was no romance or affection to it, it was nothing but furious, dominant pounding. The lion's cock was throbbing hard, desperate for attention, though with his arms behind bound behind his back and the dragon's command to not cum, there was little he could do. The trickle of pre became more like a river as the dragon's cock drove in again and again, completely filling the lion's tailhole and putting pressure on his prostate, threatening to break his control and send him over the edge.
After spending several minutes hammering his former enemy's ass, making sure to occasionally slap the taut muscled ass cheeks while relishing the feel of the warm, flexing tailhole, Arundo again felt his orgasm approaching. He gave a few more short, aggressive thrusts and buried himself in to the root, unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside his mewling slave. He held himself inside until he was certain the flow of cum had abated, sighed deeply, and pulled out, lounging back on the bed with a satisfied smile. Looking at General's still twitching cock, he was at first pleased that he did as commanded and kept himself from climaxing, but frowned when he saw the small puddle of pre pooled underneath. Arundo angrily grabbed the scruff of General's neck and turned him around, shoving his face in it and commanding, "Lick it up. Now." The lion again did as commanded, silently licking the sheets to clean up his inadvertent mess.
"I warned you about making a mess on my sheets. For that, I won't be releasing your armbands until this time tomorrow, so I hope you enjoy handling my dirty laundry with your mouth."
"Thank you master, for correcting me." General said once he finished licking up his mess.
"Of course, General, you're very welcome. Now get off my bed, you're undeserving of it," Arundo said as he shoved the lion onto the floor with his foot. The lion didn't grumble or argue, he only crawled on his knees over to a small pet bed and curled up for the night.
In contrast to his hostile tone and appearance, Arundo was happy. He vastly preferred spending his leisure time with willing members of his harem and all, but hatefucking the source of so many of his miseries still held more than a little appeal. From an outside perspective one might question why he bothered tormenting a broken shell like he did, or how it could possibly be satisfying to do so, but he knew better. He knew that somewhere inside that addled mind of his, the lion, the real one, was screaming in impotent rage at what he was forced to do, and that right there was a better revenge than he could ever ask for.
As he sat back and rested, Arundo thought back to his new apprentice. The dragon was eager to begin his training in earnest, and with an ever widening smile hoped that the jackals, however they were getting reacquainted, wouldn't forget to get some rest for tomorrow.