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[b][u][center]Why Dragons Make Poor Pets

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Steve had been feeling the tingling feeling on the back of his neck that meant bad news all day long. He didn’t know when the bad news was going to hit, didn’t know what form it was going to take, but whenever he felt like that before, it had always meant that something bad was going to happen soon. Every time that his boss had walked by his cubicle, he expected to hear that he was fired; every time that a coworker approached, he braced himself for a cup of coffee to the face.

And every time that nothing happened, his sense of paranoia got worse and worse.

As he pulled into the driveway, he felt that tickling, tingling feeling on the back of his neck hit its peak, and he groaned, leaning over his steering wheel.

“Don’t be screwing the mailman, don’t be screwing the mailman…”

With everything else that hadn’t happened today, it only increased his worries about what he’d find when he went inside. Alice had been quiet, distant for the last few months. He hadn’t had any intimacy with her of the sexual kind for just as long, and she had been rather focused on when he would be out of the house rather than thinking about what they might do when he was home from work. He kept trying to start something, kept trying to get her interested again, but nothing seemed to work.

[i]If I walk in and see her hanging over the table…[/i]

She could have been doing it with any number of the neighbors. His wife, her red hair hanging over the table, her breasts bouncing as some lucky chump hammered away at her while he was gone…

No, no, that wouldn’t...that couldn’t happen. She wasn’t that sort of woman. Besides, he wasn’t exactly doing badly. He provided for her. He gave her what she needed. She wouldn’t just burn that bridge.

He looked out the window, making sure that the house-dragon wasn’t waiting for him. Revakulgr had come with the house, almost like a security system, but better. The dragon had started the size of a large Great Dane and had only gotten bigger, though, and that meant that he was something of a nuisance.

No dragon on the garage floor, though, and nothing to be seen elsewhere in the garage. That should have made him feel better, but instead, his heart was sinking further and further into his metaphorical boots.

Steve pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. He undid his tie and rolled it up before stuffing it in his pocket, unbuttoned his shirt while walking for the garage door, and just as he was about to step into the house, the smell hit him.

It was a thick, musky, sweaty sort of smell, the kind of smell that he remembered from his teenage years all too well. It was that stink that came from every teenage boy’s room when they had spent the entire weekend jerking off, when they didn’t realize just how much the smell permeated everything, before they’d gotten the self-awareness that it was far more pungent than they thought it was.

But there was something else, too. Two things, for that matter. His hand hovered over the doorknob as he smelled both the metallic, bestial tang of something that wasn’t quite human, and something that was more...feminine. Something far too feminine for his comfort.

[i]Oh god, no. No, no, no…[/i]

Steve’s hand shook as it hovered over the doorknob, suddenly sure of what he was going to see on the other side. It was too late for him to turn back, too late for him to go away and pretend that he hadn’t thought of it. He had to go through, now. He had to look, and he had to be sure.

So, he turned the doorknob. And as soon as the door cracked, he heard them moaning.

“Ah, ah, oh god, oh, FUCK, gimme that knot. Give me that knot!”

“Heh...you bitch...you cock-hungry whore…”

The two voices were too familiar. Alice, his wife; Revakulgr, the house-dragon. His throat clenched shut and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach as he pushed the door open the rest of the way, his hand still shaking as he stared at the dining room table just a few feet away.

Just as he had feared, his wife was laid back on it, her long red hair hanging down over the far side of the table, dangling almost to the floor. Her legs were up in the air, high, her toes curled as the black and purple house-dragon railed her. He had a perfect view of that scaly sac slapping off his wife’s ass, and a worse-better view of the dragon’s cock slamming into her.

They must have timed it. There was no other way for him to explain it than for them to have timed the dragon’s orgasm just for when he walked in. That bulbous knot at the base of the dragon’s cock rammed forward, splitting his wife’s pussy as far apart as it could go. He stared as she screamed in pleasure and pain, her juices rolling out of her, over that cock, down to her ass, and then to join the rest of the mess on the floor.

And what a mess it was. Her juices, the dragon’s, all messed in puddles and streams across the linoleum. No wonder the whole place stank of them doing it. They had been doing it all over the place.

He could barely breathe as he watched that pulsing, throbbing knot, watching as his wife was filled with dragon cum. The first time that day? Second? Third? It wasn’t the first time ever, that much was for sure. She took it too easily for that.

He was only aware of the dragon looking at him when he finally dragged his eyes away from their point of connection. Revakulgr, the long-term guardian of the house, smirked.

“Well, you’re finally home...and now you know.”

“H-how?” Steve managed to ask, his voice little more than a whisper.

“Heh, it’s easy...as easy as she was. You just put the pointy end in the slut-hole.” The dragon smirked. “If you got the size to make them take it, that is.”

“...”

“You don’t. She told me.”

“I...you…”

“Oh god...fuck...that was so good...oh, fuuuuck, please tell me you can do that again...I need another…” Alice groaned.

“Bitch. Your husband’s home?”

Steve wasn’t sure if he hoped for her to suddenly become apologetic, or if he wanted her to be angry. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear a comforting lie, or if he wanted to be banned from the house. He didn’t know if he was angry or hurt or anything more than shocked at that point; it was too much for him to process anything else.

But what Alice said next rocked him to his core.

“Finally. He needs to get used to being the bottom bitch of the house.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, Steve. Been waiting for you to stumble on us. Pity you didn’t get here earlier; you could have seen him fucking my face, and seeing your pretty little wife choking on something four times your size.”

“I...you…”

“Come on. Show him.”

Revakulgr chuckled. Bracing himself against the table, the house-dragon slowly pulled backwards. He was almost horse-sized these days, and his cock was similar. The knot pulled at Alice’s pussy, almost pulling her off the table as the knot dragged at her inner walls. The black and purple dragon had to wiggle from side to side to get any sort of traction, but after a few minutes -

POP!

The knot came free, and a waterfall of cum followed. The whole mess spread like a burst pipe, running from the table to the kitchen and all the way to the garage door. Dragon cum, gallons of it, poured over his shoes and into the garage itself. His wife’s pussy was a mess, broken and gaping, no longer fitting for anything but animals for the sheer fuck-tunnel that it had become.

The dragon, on the other hand, seemed quite happy to show off his cock. The four-legged brute strutted around the table, flexing a shaft that was nearly as long as Steve’s arm. It was pointed at the tip, with little ripples and ridges running along all sides, and at the base, of course, was that knot. It must have ripped his wife apart the first time that she took it, but now, she didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

He was breathless, broken, and unable to speak. Finally, Alice sat up, smiling at him, rubbing some of the cum from her pussy against her cheeks and mouth, licking it from her hand.

“Don’t feel bad, Steve. Compared to that, what chance does any man have?”

“You...you prefer it from…”

“Animals? No. Just dragons. And biiiiig dragons.” She chuckled, almost sounding drunk as she reached out and stroked the dragon’s shaft. “I love it. I guess you could almost say that I’m addicted.”

“But…”

“Oh, and he’s done what you couldn’t.” She held a hand over her stomach. “I don’t know if it’s an egg or a kid...but I’ve got something in the oven.”

“You...but...we…”

Revakulgr chuckled, the dragon’s throaty amusement as deep and earth-shaking as ever. It cut through all thoughts and arguments that Steve tried to muster, particularly as the dragon slowly padded over to him, taking his time to walk around the slime-trail that oozed from the human female.

“You’ll stick around, won’t you, Steve?” he asked. “You’ll be needed more than ever...and I’d hate to see you go…”

The shining teeth poking out from behind the dragon’s lips told a different story to the words coming from his mouth. Leaving would not be allowed. Not now. Not when they still needed someone to provide for both of them. And one could not outrun a dragon.

Steve gulped, slowly shaking his head, and the dragon smiled a little bit wider.

“That’s a good man...now...clean this up. My bitch and I need to consummate our new relationship through the house. Mark the furniture. The beds. All that.”

“...Yes, sir…”

“Heh, sir. I like that…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: What happens when you have a house-dragon and a wife that gets bored? Nothing good.

Tags: M/F, Cuckolding, Cheating, Cheating with Ferals, Vaginal, Ruined, Gaping, Knot, Cum, Creampie, Bestiality, Sentient Feral, Feral Dragon, Human, Cum, Orgasm, Humiliation,