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"You're taking the first shift tonight, apprentice. Two hours, then someone else will come to replace you. You know the drill," the 'archmage' said.

"Yes, grandmaster," Firel responded politely with a nod. That satisfied the wolf, who gave him a returning nod of acknowledgement and went to get his stuff before leaving.

Firel was a wolven, just like the archmage and all the dozens of other wolves who worked in the complex. Actually, it could hardly be called a complex, as it was no more than a very big cave found on a mountainside, then dug and worked to have a few extra rooms. The floor was still the same mix of stone and gravel while the ceiling, high up above, had a few stalactites hanging from it. It was a pretty crude environment, but when your group is running activities that aren't exactly sanctioned by the royal crown, you can't really ask for too much luxury.

Firel yawned. The archmage was the last one to leave, as he always was, leaving the whole cavern pretty much empty. The wolf was not too tall for lupine standards, with a fur that showed no more than a few shades of grey, combined with a very lean build that often made him feel even more invisible than he already was as an apprentice. He wore the standard robes of his circle, as did almost everyone else, except for the "archmage", who had taken upon himself to wearing fire red robes. Firel rolled his eyes just thinking about the title that the wolf had given himself. "Mage" was the word they were using to define those who could handle the use of arcane magic, which was very different from their usual druidic spells. The archmage had a surprisingly good dominion of it, not to mention the fact that he was in charge of the whole complex, so... no choice but to comply. Firel still found it silly.

The wolf shook those thoughts away. He had two hours of night watch shift, where absolutely nothing was going to happen because, one, the cave entrance was pretty much sealed with vines and roots and two, their prisoner had absolutely no way of getting away. Firel grinned. The night shift meant he could have some fun for himself. He did love the night shifts.

While the big cave was adorned with a few bookshelves on one side and a couple tables filled with vials and alchemy material, the main attraction was what stood at the exact middle of it. A full-fledged, big, quadrupedal dragon. Firel hummed to himself as he walked towards the big beast, his toothy grin only increasing.

The dragon had red scales that glistened against the light of the torches adorning the walls, but his scales were charred and patched due to obvious lack of care and mistreatment. Firel had heard that dragons could get much bigger than this one was, but this was the only dragon he'd ever seen from up close himself. The creature was much bigger than him, of course, with its head being as big as the wolf's whole torso and its tail alone longer than the wolf was tall. The dragon, whose name nobody really knew, had his eyes closed, but he opened it when he heard and sensed the wolf approaching. Those big, slitted pupils focused on the approaching wolf with full attention. The dragon's eyeridges were furrowed, giving the dragon a clear expression of anger that would certainly bring fear over the wolf if the conditions were different.

Firel stood right in front of the dragon's snout, hands behind his back, admiring the work. It was beautiful, really. The dragon's snout was covered by a very thick, specially made leather muzzle with a few metal linings. The muzzle covered the beast's snout perfectly, closing up behind the beast's head and making sure he wouldn't show his sharp teeth to anyone. It was probably uncomfortable to breath through the thick leather, Firel thought, but the dragon wasn't dead yet so it was obviously possible.

The red beast was almost standing... or at least his hinder paws were. The dragon's head was stuck against the floor, chin pressed against it as a thick, huge tree root had been pulled with druidic magic over the creature's long neck, keeping it down in a tight grip. More big, thick roots came to keep both of the dragon's forepaws also stuck against the floor, one to his side, one slightly underneath the creature's chest. Two big vines came down all the way from the high ceiling and one coiled against the dragon's right wing base, leaving very little, awkward movement to it that was far from being able to harm anyone, while the other coiled around the dragon's left wing membranes itself. That wing had no movement at all. From the floor, the thickest of the roots came over the dragon's back right above his wings, also keeping it firmly pressed against the floor, while in direct contrast to it, another big vine came from the ceiling to wrap itself right around the dragon's lower hips, but from above, keeping the dragon's back part forcefully up higher. The dragon's forepaws had two small vines coiling around its ankles, keeping them against the floor to avoid any sort of kicking, but while the dragon was supported mostly by the vine around his hips, he was pretty much still standing with those. Finally, two small sets of vines came from the floor to hold the dragon's long, powerful tail still to the side, also in a very awkward, undignified position. The cavern had been chosen exactly for the abundance of nature crawling inside the mountain, which gave the druids plenty to work with.

Despite all the strong bindings, the dragon was still a dragon. Firel was pretty sure the beast could work up his magic to escape if it wasn't for the cherry on the top of all that bondage. Firel walked around the dragon's snout, with the beast's eyes following him, to admire the last piece of wolf handiwork over the dragon. A heavy, metal collar had been closed around the dragon's neck, close to his head. The collar was supported by floor now, along with the beast's head, but Firel did wonder if the beast would be able to walk properly with that heavy thing on. He definitely wouldn't fly. It was made of solid iron and as thick as the wolf's whole paw. Over it, exactly behind the dragon's head, rested a small, beautiful stone attached to the collar. It was a spot where the dragon wouldn't reach very easily if it came to it. Firel had no idea how or where the archmage had gotten a stone that could weaken and dampen magic, but without it he didn't know how they would keep the beast at bay. The wolf leaned forward to touch it. He could feel a tingle over his paw pads just touching it. Feel his druidic magic wavering as well. It was amazing, and certainly still working well. The canine had seen what the dragon's arcane magic could do, and it was not pretty.

Checking the stone was part of his job, and with that done, he went back to stand right in front of the dragon. He looked straight back at the beast's eyes and smiled. The wolf brought his foot up, setting it right over the beast's snout and not minding at all how much dirt from the stony ground underneath stained it.

"So, how're you feeling tonight, dragon? Comfy?" The wolf teased. He could see the small, subtle narrowing of the beast's eyes, showing its anger. The dragon would surely talk back to him... if he could open his muzzle at all. After weeks of being their study subject, Firel was surprised the dragon still had that fire of defiance inside him. If it was anyone else, he was sure they would be a broken mess by now. Nevertheless, it was good. Firel loved those eyes, staring at him with undeniable fury but unable to do absolutely anything about it. He was a dragon, and he deserved it.

Firel once had a sister, who when he became a druid and followed his circle in its travels, stayed back at Solaris, one of the big wolven cities, working on a shop. The city was in ruins now, conquered by dragons just like this one who came over their lands with the sole intent of taking it for themselves with their size and magic. His sister was probably dead or, at the very least, captured, and there was nothing Firel could do about it. It made the wolf curl his paw into a fist. Nothing but make sure they would take every last bit of information and resources from this dragon in order to aid the wolves in the war.

"You know, if you would just stop being stubborn and told us everything we want to know about your magic, you'd have it a lot easier," the wolf said, pretty much for himself as the dragon couldn't answer. He heard a huff coming from him, muffled by the muzzle over his snout. Defiance. The wolf was set on making the dragon pay for it.

"Did you know that one of the higher druids was able to breath fire yesterday? It doesn't matter how much you hold back, we're gonna take everything from you anyways," the wolf teased. He watched the dragon's reaction closely. He was sure the beast was holding back, but he did not miss the very subtle widening of the beast's eyes for that information.

"Very well, then, you leave me no choice. You're a beast, and how do you teach beasts? Through rewards and punishments! If you're going to be bad, you'll get punished," the wolf said, cheerfully. The dragon's eyes narrowed even more towards him with another huff.

Firel casually went for the shelves near the alchemy tables. There, a lot of potions were lined up with small labels over the vials. Some of those were magic enhancers, meant to facilitate the studying and practice of arcane magic. Others were a mix of poisons, substances, dampeners and all sorts of stuff meant to have their effects tested over the dragon. The beasts were surprisingly resistant to pretty much everything, but they would find their weak points. Finally, he found what he was looking for. A different sort of enhancer.

The wolf grabbed two vials and brought them back to show them to the dragon. He shook them right in front of the beast's eyes.

"Recognize those? I know you already went through the daily doses, but a little extra won't hurt, right?" The wolf's words made the dragon stir this time. The dragon shook his head and buckled against his bindings in some sort of struggle. The whole place shook as the beast thrashed, but the thick vines and roots didn't even budge. After a few seconds of struggling, the dragon gave up, huffing under his muzzle in what seemed to be heavy breathing, but with his eyes staring at the wolf filled with fury. So much that Firel's ears did flicker back for a moment.

"Ahh, I can see you like the idea. Good!" The wolf provoked once more. He ignored the dragon's huffing, instead moving around him to reach the dragon's side, where those eyes could no longer follow him. The wolf's muzzle wrinkled as the smell hit him before the sight. Underneath the dragon, right under his belly, the beast's erect member stood at full hardness, exposed and with easy access to it due to the vines keeping the dragon's hips up. The dragon's length was ridged, completely black and as long and thick as Firel's whole leg, due to the size difference. Firel could smell the dragon's masculinity and musk clearly, specially coming from the large container set directly underneath it and already halfway filled with the dragon's continuously dripping pre. Another drop of it came to the dragon's tip while the wolf watched, slowly growing larger until it started falling down, with a very thin tendril making a connection between the container and the dragon's cock for a few seconds before it snapped. The wolf chuckled.

Dragon material had many different uses, ranging from magical rituals to alchemy, and those were usually extremely hard to find for obvious reasons. Needless to say, his group was making a fortune by having a dragon to harvest from. Dragon semen had very, very strong potential. Almost as much as dragon blood. Over the first weeks, they'd harvested it by making the dragon ejaculate for them a few times a day, but while that was certainly effective, the production rates couldn't quite keep up with the demand, no matter how many enhancers they forcefully fed the beast.

After that, someone somewhere theorized that it would be better to, instead, keep the dragon fully aroused and at his edge the whole time, ensuring a steady flow of pre instead of short bursts of semen. The semen would be harvested once a week, at first, but as the mages found out that the dragon's pre could be just as useful in some regards and that a week wasn't quite enough time let the dragon produce quite as much as he could, they increased it. Firel wasn't really counting, but he was sure it'd been well over two weeks since the last milking session. That was a matter for the higher ups anyways.

Another drop of pre appeared at the tip of that big member. Firel was kind enough to give the hanging shaft a small flicker, ensuring the drop fell down on the container faster. That brought another huff from the dragon's muzzle behind the wolf, as well as clear flexing of the muscles over the dragon's thighs. He would have no success moving his legs.

Firel opened the first vial and poured some of its content over his paw. The wolf grinned. This was his favorite part. He reached up to the dragon's shaft and started smearing the liquid all over the member. The dragon's helpless, noisy struggle began anew, as well as letting out a loud series of huffs and puffs, which only pleased the wolf even more. He did it slowly, making sure the dragon wouldn't get too much stimulation from the action, and pouring more liquid over his paw several times to make sure the dragon's whole length was utterly covered with it. By the end of it, the wolf counted eight extra drops of pre for the container.

The wolf dried the remainings of the liquid over his robe. He felt his hand tingling in a mix of hotness and coldness, while also feeling his skin pinching as if someone was touching every single inch of it with a tiny poke. Firel shook his hand. The feeling would last quite a few hours, but in truth, it was a mix between pleasurable and annoying. The wolf didn't care. He grinned in joy, as it reminded him that the dragon was feeling the same thing all over his most sensitive part for the whole time as well, which would ensure without a shadow of doubt that he would remain hard and stimulated the whole time.

Next, the wolf opened the second vial. This time, he brought up a small glove from his pocket and put it over his paw for protection. He dipped the liquid against his gloved, second paw, as the first one was too tingly to properly maneuver, and did the same thing, smearing it all over the dragon's shaft, taking care to do it even more slowly this time, as it would surely add to the first potion's stimulation and he couldn't have the dragon going over the edge yet. He'd seen it happen by accident a few times, especially after the beast was left at the edge for too long. Once more, the dragon thrashed. Firel chuckled, noticing that, this time, it was the vine holding the dragon's hips that was taking most of the strain. The beast was obviously trying to hump down, seemingly desperate for more stimulation, but the wolf was careful to make it extra slow. The second potion was a sensitivity enhancer, which would work pretty well along with the first, making sure the dragon felt even the smallest breeze over his shaft. Honestly, the wolf was surprised that the dragon didn't go over the edge passively just with the combined work of those two potions, but he guessed that it just wasn't quite enough.

Firel rubbed his paws together, admiring his work. Drops of pre were now coming from the dragon and dripping into the container in a pretty fast pace, with just seconds in between each one. The dragon's chest heaved as his breathing increased, while the loud huffing could be heard constantly now. He could only imagine how the dragon must've been feeling. It was delightful.

Very satisfied, he went back to stand in front of the dragon. He could see despair in those eyes, hidden beneath the dragon's stare. It made the wolf's grin widen. He brought both empty vials up to show them to the dragon, while removing his glove.

"Hmm.. you know what? I'm going to hide these empty flasks somewhere and caaasually forget to add this little session to the record. That'll make sure you'll get a brand new dose at the morning when the others get here. How does that sound? It'll be our little secret, alright?" The wolf said, enjoying seeing the dragon's eyes widen at first, then narrow completely, followed by another small struggle and huffing of uncontrolled anger.

Firel left the dragon to his rage, going over the table to make good of his promise, switching a few labels around and settling those two vials amidst the empty ones, as if nothing had happened at all. By the time he went back to stand in front of the dragon, the beast had given up on struggling again, even if the wolf could still see the dragon's hips making the vines strain as he kept his thrusting attempts. The wolf, however, had another idea.

"So, I remember the first day they brought you over, you know? How you said we'd never take anything from you. That you'd die before you helped us, lowly animals, to get toold to hamr your own kind. How we wouldn't break your pride and all that yadda yadda that we can both now see was useless, right?" The wolf said, speaking in a casual tone. "I can't keep that 'lowly animals' thing out of my mind, you know? I mean, look at you, all bound up and caged while I'm standing here, looking down at you."

The dragon's eyes set upon him again. He could see anger rising in them again. Good, that's what he wanted.

"But I was thinking that, hey, if you think we're lowly animals, that's alright. It doesn't change the fact that you belong to lowly animals now, though. You're our property. Something for us to harvest for both resources and knowledge. Dragons live for a looong time, right? That means you're a very precious provider," the wolf continued, but while he spoke, he also started opening his robe, which had a few buttons near its neck. After that was done, he pulled it out over his head, revealing his set of very simple clothes underneath.

"What else do lowly animals do? How can I prove you right, since you're an all-mighty, strong, all-knowing dragon?" The wolf asked, still with a playful tone. He was now undoing the laces of his pants, opening them to reveal his furred sheath. He saw confusion and suspicion in the dragon's expression. The wolf's paw came down to his sheath, a claw trailing over it.

"So yeah, we're lowly animals and you're our property," the wolf continued, claws now gripping his sheath better. "So what do animals, like us, do to mark and hold our property, like you?" The wolf asked, a grin opening over his muzzle again. Firel stood right over the dragon's snout, sheath pointing down at it now. He watched as the realization of what was going to happen hit the dragon, making his eyes open wider than he'd ever seen. The dragon tried to move again just as the wolf started letting his stream of urine, which arched up to fall down right over the dragon's leather muzzle over his snout.

The beast thrashed, huffed and even clearly tried to growl, trying very hard to get his snout away from the wolf's stream, but the vines and roots holding him down didn't even as much as budge. Firel laughed at the dragon's attempts while he made sure that his stream of piss soaked every inch of the leather keeping that snout shut, giving the part over the dragon's nose a special treat of it. It went on for almost a full minute, until the wolf was shaking the last drops of piss over the dragon's muzzle. The strong, rank smell of raw urine filled the air, with the wolf being able to feel all the subtle parts in it that were his and his alone. He wasn't sure how good a dragon was with scents, but with those long snouts he was pretty sure they were just as good as he was. That would ensure that the dragon wouldn't smell anything but him for quite some time.

The dragon kept moving his snout back and forth, as if he could move it much at all, looking like he was trying to shake the smell or muzzle off him, but that would never work. Firel laughed at the dragon's attempts while he closed his pants and closed its laces back.

"There! Now you're proper wolf property!" Firel said, still laughing. The wolf picked up his robe and put it on again while the dragon still thrashed in his rage and fury. Eventually, the beast got tired, his breath coming loud and clear through the leather. Yup, he would certainly be smelling it for quite a while.

Finishing adjusting his robe, Firel looked back towards the cave entrance. Probably not much time left before the next apprentice came to replace him for him to get some sleep. The wolf went back to the dragon's side and decided to spend the rest of his time tormenting the him. The wolf would occasionally touch the dragon's hyper-sensitive shaft, trailing a crawl over it until it was throbbing and pulsing with excitement, only to pull it back and wait while the dragon moved with frustration in his bindings.

Firel managed to extract a very significant amount of dragon pre by the time he heard the cave being opened. He patted the red dragon's side and then winked at the huffing beast before he left. Firel gave the other apprentice, an equally scrawny wolf, just a nod of acknowledgement as they passed by each other, but glancing back over his shoulder he saw the new wolf going straight to "talk" to the dragon as well. It made Firel smile with satisfaction.