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Shy Tiger Used Hard for Goldizen by Draconicon

Specter groaned as he heard the steady footsteps and cocky humming from down the hall, and knew exactly who was coming down towards the dorms. The tiger leaned his head back away from the video game that he was playing, counting down the seconds that always went down the same way.

Three, two, one.

And just as he curled the last finger down, the door to the dorm slammed open.

"Ah, there you are, Specter, my friend."

He turned around with his best cat-glare for the dragon standing in the doorway. Well, dragon-unicorn, if one wanted to be specific; Granite had a little bit of that blood in his family from who knew where, and the horn on his forehead was a standing piece of evidence as to its existence. Still, he kept the glare up even as the dragon walked around, the wingless scaly eventually plopping down beside him on the couch.

"What's going on, Granite?"

"Oh, I was just thinking of what I could do to amuse myself, and then I thought of you, my friend."

"I hope you kept right on thinking of other things after me."

"Oh, why would I do that? I have a great friend in you, someone who is so good at listening, someone so good at giving me advice, someone -"

"Someone who's gonna punch you in the mouth if you don't get to the point and let me get back to my game..."

Not that he would ever do that. It was a threat that he could only barely make towards Granite, and even the dragon probably knew that he was kidding. Not to mention the fact that the dragon was a good half foot taller than him, and could probably wipe the floor with him if he tried.

He reached for his controller again, but his roommate had already swiped it away, dangling it by the cord and idly swinging it around.

"Come, come, you know that you don't mean that. I'm your friend. And a very good one, at that. You know you love me."

"Heavens knows why...what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing biiiig."

The dragon chuckled, putting the controller down and slipping back on the couch. More accurately, onto the tiger's lap, straddling him with a smile and looking down into his eyes.

"Just a little bit of...company."

"W-what?"

He imagined this was probably what albinos felt when they got sunburned; at the very least, his blushing cheeks felt like they were on fire, like they were being held against the surface of the sun. Specter shook his head, weakly pushing at the dragon pinning him down. There was no give to that muscular, hard chest, but he tried anyway.

"You've got to be kidding me. There's no way that I'd -"

"Awww, but you know you'd love it. Come on, you've been sniffing at gym socks and jockstraps for a while now; I know you have the fantasies. Why don't you let me make a couple of them come to life for you?"

"You don't know anything about my fantasies!"

Damn it...why don't you sound a little more desperate while you're at it? He groaned as the dragon laughed at him, blushing worse as he shoved as hard as he could. It was just enough to get Granite to lean back, and he managed to wiggle free. He pulled himself further down the couch, only to be grabbed again and pushed down. Way down, onto his back and made to look up at the dragon as his roommate laid over him.

"Come on, what harm would a little fooling around do?"

"Uh, knowing how often you go around? I have no idea. And I don't want to find out."

"You know me. I don't go after the dirty ones."

"Yeah, you just go after all the other ones. Come on, let me -"

"Heh, up? I think I feel a part of you that's very up."

Just when he thought that his blush couldn't get any redder. The tiger's cheeks burned as he felt the dragon's hand slip down between his legs, cupping his balls, and his - embarrassingly - erect shaft. He bit off a moan, at least, but that was damn worthless when the dragon could feel how hard he was.

"That...that doesn't count. You're helping."

"And that's just what I want to keep doing. Come on, don't you want to try it out while you're awake this time?"

And that was the rub. He knew that they'd done this at some point before, even if he couldn't remember it. Granite kept bragging about how much fun they had together when he used his magic - a thing that dragons always lorded over the rest of the world - to make something happen. Nothing bad, from what the dragon said, but it was still something he wished he didn't know about...

Because then he got curious. Then he wanted to know what had happened, how it felt. And he'd never have the ability to do it for real.

He looked away, but his roommate immediately turned him around to look up again.

"Come on, you know what you want. I know what you want. All you have to do is say yes, and you'll be a good little sex toy again. And this time, I might let you remember it."

"G-go to hell, man...let me just get back to my game."

"Mmmm, I could do that. I could get up and let you play that game again. I could get up and let you go back to that little virtual world where nobody really knows you, where you can just be that avatar and be the big bad man that can do whatever he wants..."

The dragon leaned in, and this time, Specter knew that he wouldn't be able to look away again. Granite's eyes were already glowing with his magic, and he felt the world fading away as he was forced to look into those eyes, his own gaze trapped against that of the dragon's. He shivered, feeling his erection getting harder and harder.

"I could let you find yourself in another world...another place where you're a bitch. A little cock-sucking toy for any male that comes by..."

Against his will, Specter found himself imagining it, almost like a game. He saw himself in nothing but his underwear - no, less than that, nothing but a loincloth - walking down the road of a fantasy world. Being found, being pushed to his knees, being forced to suck cock. The image made his cock all the harder, and he groaned, arching his back as the dragon fondled him again.

"I could keep you here, making you a little slut in the village, taking all those different cocks. You know how all those professions keep popping up in games, like blacksmithing and bartending? I could make you think that it's all whoring, and make you think that every little bit of sex you had was all part of the game play..."

The tiger's mind faded further and further away, the world fading from his view, the room turning into something more like the village green. He swore that he even felt grass under his back as he looked up. Some small part of him kept fighting the idea that he was a whore, but...but...

What else could he be? There was something else out there, right? Something...

"You could end up thinking that your quest was to the whorehouse...your objectives to pleasure all the males that came by...your world to save the pleasures of the men that you met. So many customers instead of enemies...so many cocks to drain..."

Specter groaned, even as the background shifted further and further, leaving him in a wooden room, the bed under him soft, the man above him hard. The tiger stared into the stranger's eyes, seeing nothing but lust as he was pushed down against the bed. He groaned, trying to think of something. He had a different life, a life that didn't involve cocks up his ass, but this felt so good, so very different, so very -

"I could do that...but I won't."

The brothel room faded, and his own came back into focus. The sudden shift almost took his breath away, and he almost came out of the trance.

But then he saw Granite's eyes again, and back down he went. He shivered as he slipped deeper and deeper into a trance, his eyes glazing over, his body getting more and more relaxed as his roommate stared at him.

"Isn't it so much easier to just do what you're told, my friend? You know that it's so much better letting me control you. Almost like it feels to play with a new game character. They could never do anything worthwhile. Just like you will never do anything worthwhile without me. Isn't that right, my friend?"

"I...I'm not...a character..."

"Oh really? So shy, so little dialogue. Never doing anything outside this room without me pushing you to do it? Mmm, what do you call someone in a game that doesn't do anything? That repeats the same few tasks again and again, never doing anything else except when a player talks with them or does a quest for them?"

The word was there, but he didn't want to say it. He tried to ignore it, but the more he did, the bigger it loomed in his mind. Other thoughts, other words, other concepts were crushed beneath its weight, and the tiger shivered as he felt like his head might explode if he didn't speak up. He groaned, his hands twitching as he stared into the dragon's eyes as defiantly as he could manage.

But he couldn't hold back. He panted, finally submitting with a whimper.

"An...an NPC..."

"And you don't want to be an NPC, do you? Let me take control...let me be the player...let me play with you..."

"Play with me..."

"Yes, play with you...play with you and let you be used properly...No more sitting around and doing nothing. No more mindless wandering..."

He felt the dragon's hands wandering over his chest, pulling at his shirt until it came off. The tiger couldn't protest it, couldn't even wriggle around to slow it down. He was helpless, utterly helpless under the dragon's eyes.

He slid back on the couch as Granite's hands grabbed at his pants, tugging them down and pulling them away. They went flying somewhere, somewhere that he didn't see, because he couldn't look away. Those eyes burned into his brain, leaving his thoughts more squashed than that dreaded word had. He needed to keep staring, needed to keep his eyes on the dragon.

"That's right. It's so much easier to be played with, instead of doing all the work yourself. Just let me take control. Let me be the one that guides you. You'll have so much more fun this way, I promise you that."

"More...more fun..."

"Yes, so much more fun..."

The tiger could only stare as Granite started tugging down his pants, pulling them down and out of the way. His shirt joined the pile, but there was so little to see besides those glowing eyes, that horn that he swore was glowing slightly as well. He panted, something in him waking up, something surrendering as the dragon started tugging down his underwear. A part of him was curious, but he couldn't look away, couldn't look down to see what Granite had to offer.

The dragon leaned in, and his words were more powerful than ever. His hand on the tiger's cock didn't help, either.

"Just let me in. I already have your controller in hand...just let me in...let me in, and do what I say..."

"Do...what...you...say..."

He felt something click, and he went completely limp. Nothing worked, nothing seemed to move. But then...

Why would he want to move?

He stared upwards, his mind blank as he felt his cock get stroked a few times. Pleasure. He latched onto that, trying to keep hold of some sort of sensation, some sort of stimulation. It was difficult, of course, but he worked hard, trying to keep his mind on it.

Then it stopped, and he whimpered. His eyes glanced around, following the vague movement in the foggy world he inhabited. He saw light reflecting off of scales, saw the way that something rounded and heavy was pushed back. 'Cheeks', was the word that filled his mind, but he saw no lips. What kind of cheeks -

Warm, pillowy things pushed against his face, and his lips were shoved up against something puckered, hot, and wrinkled. He groaned, feeling the hand return to his cock as his tongue slipped free, lapping against the puckering thing. Nothing familiar, nothing he knew, but he heard several groans of contentment. He must have been doing something good, he supposed, so he knew better than to stop doing it.

The tiger felt something on the back of his head, pushing him forward against that hot thing, feeling the cheeks around his face squeezing at him. A hot, bitter taste ran over his tongue with every lick, and the puckered thing seemed to twitch and pulse against his tongue. Good? Bad? He didn't know, but it seemed to make someone happy.

Fingers along his cock squeezed, and he knew suddenly to stick out his tongue. It pushed against the puckering thing hard, rubbing against it before it slid in. He heard someone gasp again. Him? Maybe. The other thing? Definitely. He felt flesh, hot and wet, against his tongue as he slid it in and out of the puckering thing, a heavy, scaly weight resting on top of his head as he thrust his tongue back and forth, back and forth.

The hand on his cock never stopped, either, pushing a spot that seemed to make his tongue slip back and forth, pushing him to keep thrusting it. He felt the hole - hole? the puckering thing? - open up more and more under the thrusts, and he swore that he felt something else dripping on him. It was getting stranger and stranger, harder and harder to think.

Then he had his head pushed back, and he leaned back, slumped onto the couch with his eyes glazed over. The reflections of light on scales happened again, and something else was pushed up to his face.

It was a...a...'cock?' Yes, that was the word.

And at a touch to the base of his own, he knew just what to do. He opened his mouth as it was suddenly shoved in, forced down to the back of his throat and leaving him gasping and gagging around it. He laid there as it slipped back and forth between his lips, heavy balls smacking against his chin as he was face-fucked.

The words came from somewhere else. He didn't know where; he didn't think he needed to know. All he knew was that they were the right words for what was happening, and he was happy to submit to it.

Where did that idea come from? Again, he didn't know, but it felt right.

He laid there, half limp and moaning as his face was used again and again, cock slamming against the back of his throat, pre left along his tongue. It washed away the hot, bitter taste that came from the prior licking, though he had no idea what that was from.

A touch to his cock, and he swallowed, pulling the head of the shaft down his throat. It popped in, and he nearly lost his self control, but he kept swallowing and it got easier.

He heard the moaning from before come back, soft grunts and gasps that were getting louder and louder by the second. They seemed to get more frequent after he swallowed, and calmed down when there was a break. But they never stopped, and the flow of pre down his throat was just as constant.

Specter barely knew what to think as that cock hammered away at him, or what to think when it stopped and he was made to swallow around it. Was it fun? Yes...Was his cock hard? Yes...

Yes, it was good...

He was purring like a kitten when the cock finally slipped out, and he shivered as he was rolled over, his ass shoved up in the air. That grip on his cock continued, keeping it pulled back, and he felt his hole start twitching as his cock was tapped just under the head, a button making him so horny, so needy.

When he felt something else pressing against it, something thick, hard, wet, hot, he groaned and arched his hips up even higher. That wet tip rubbed against him once, twice, then slowly started pushing. It stretched him, teased him, and he felt another tap, this time to the head of his cock, right over his leaking tip. He relaxed -

POP.

And in it went. He moaned, almost collapsing against the couch as that thick, hard length slipped inside of him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he mewled quietly, unable to speak.

Pound, pound, pound.

Schlick, schlick, schlick.

Each thrust was a hammer blow against his insides, and each pound inside was followed by the wettest, slimiest sound that he could imagine. Yet, each one made him harder than ever, and he panted and begged with his little mewls and meows for more. He needed it, needed it more than he could ever imagine. He felt like he had heard those words before, recently. But he couldn't think. He didn't have to think.

After all, he was meant to be controlled.

And he panted, gasping as his hole twitched and clamped down at certain touches to his cock, the way that his body clenched up, the way that his shaft felt like it was going to spurt all the time but never did. His body felt like it was burning up, and his hole felt stuffed as far as it could go with every thrust, and yet, he pushed back, begging for more, for more, for more!

And finally, it came. Several hot, wet spurts shot up into his ass, filling him to the brim with the feeling of hot seed. He mewled at the top of his lungs, unable to do anything else as he felt strong, scaly hands hold him down, his cock finally released and allowed to cum. He shot his load over the couch...

"I could do that, but I won't."

Specter grunted, blinking a few times. He shook his head. The foggy moments ago, the feeling of climax. He'd just -

He'd just...

The tiger looked around, and realized that he was dressed, that he was not naked and bent over. He'd never been; had he been fantasizing again? That was...that was rather odd. And Granite wasn't looming over him, but sitting beside him on the couch.

"I'm...I'm sorry, but you won't do what?"

"What I was fantasizing about. Too much fun to mess with you, my friend."

Laughing, the dragon got to his feet, walking towards the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?"

"Um...yeah. Water, please."

"No problem."

As Specter settled back on the couch, he looked at the tv screen. There was no change to his game, and when he checked the save file, it didn't look like he'd been spaced out that long. There was no sign that he'd been taken advantage of...

So why do I feel like I just got played?

Something about that word, 'played', resonated with him, but it faded before he could think about it very much. Soon, the tiger shrugged and leaned forward, getting back into his game and trying to ignore the strange, annoying feeling of something slick under his tail, and reminding himself to buy some air fresheners the next day. The room was starting to stink of sex for some reason.

The End