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Nova Star

The planet Aurous. It was once beautiful. Once beautiful. Blessed with multiple biomes, it had great green fields, brilliant snowy peaks, and vast, if not endless oceans. Of all the planets in the vast solar system, only a rare few could reach the heights of splendor that Aurous once had.

Once had.

But centuries of strip-mining had left it... desolate, if not outright empty. The once green fields, the once brilliant peaks, the once vast oceans, were all reduced to nothing but sand and dirt and grime. Out on its endless planes, one would feel relentless wind, and an even more relentless sun, all baring down upon them. And while there are settlements out there – towns and cities – a majority of them are as poor as the dirt they rest upon.

And then there's Avalon.

The many visitors of the great metropolis would often beguile you with tales of its grandiose beauty. How the inner sectors have some of the most beautiful carved structures known to mankind, with roads and sidewalks that are free of trash and grime. How it's a safe haven, with the galaxy's most distinguished and dedicated law enforcement imaginable. How the people of this city are almost all rich, living in mansions and penthouses. And how the city is so large, so grand, that it's locked off into multiple sectors, with the inner most being contained in a large, spherical dome that protects it from Aurous' relentless weather.

But Avalon is like a coin... and like all coins, there are two sides.

While it is all of these perfect things, it is only for a rare few. The people who could afford such lavish lives live within the inner ring of the city, while the middle-class and poor naturally live in the outer rings... if you could afford it there too. It's very much a city – very much a planet – where the rich and powerful sit at the top of the food chain, and there's very little others can do about it.

But sometimes... sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes, owning fancy clothes, amazing cars, and living in pristine castles, just isn't good enough. Sometimes you need to flaunt your superiority and affluence just a bit more. Sometimes, you want to own more than mere objects. Sometimes, you want to own people as well.

Now, slavery is a crime against nature; no civilized planet would ever indulge in something so inhumane. Aurous is no different! But one day in Avalon's rich and storied history, an aristocrat got the great idea to get a pet. Instead of getting some feral dog or cat however, he decided to get a beastkin.

Thus, Avalon's 'Pet Program' was born.

It's a simple affair, really; rich socialites head out to the outer ring of Avalon to find a pet: a beastkin who would be down on his or her luck, one who'd need things like food, water, and shelter. The aristocrat would then accost them, promising them all of these things and more. In return, they would do anything their loving owner would ask of them.

Anything...

Naturally, this little program took Avalon by storm. Everyone wanted a pet, and like all things in life, the rich quickly found the need to make it into a game. The more exotic pet you managed to nab, the more clout you got among your peers. You got a dog, well, I got a horse! You got a horse, well I got a lion! You got a lion? Pfft! I got a Pegasus!

It went on like this for ages, with the more exotic 'pet' you managed to 'tame', netting you even more and more clout. You'd be the talk of the town if you have a unicorn or snake following you around. In a way, beastkin became nothing more than high-end cars, ones who were fancied for their rarity and beauty.

Once again, it's not slavery... but it's damn near close...

For those who have lived in Avalon all their lives, the Pet Program isn't an oddity, but a way of life. Some have known it all of their lives, having grown up with the family pet! For others – typically those who move to the mighty metropolis – the notion of pets can be gag inducing, if not outright infuriating! They are intelligent beings after all; it's wrong to abuse their inferior status in order to heighten one's ego!

So where did he fall on the spectrum of the Pet Program? Did he like it? Did he hate it? Ehh... at best, it bothered him slightly. While it may be under the guise of 'charity', everyone knows what it really is.

At the very least however, he was indifferent to it. He's seen far worse things in the place he's come from. In Avalon, there are laws in place to protect pets from less than gracious owners, something slaves aren't so lucky to have. But now, we're getting a bit off.

We don't even know who he is.

DING! DONG!

You are now entering Able Street Station. Please, watch your step when disembarking from the maglev.

As the voice he heard droned on in his ears, the young man stepped out of pristine shuttle train he was in, and out into the dimly-lit halls of a derelict train station. Immediately, a thought certain odor struck his nose.

The smell of cigarettes... it was thick in this area.

From around, he wasn't the most impressive showing of force. He was but human... and a rather short one at that. His eyes were a pale blue, his hair was jet-black, and his figure was somewhat scrawny. Despite his stubby stature, he did not give off the appearance of a timid weakling. Not with those eyes of his. Behind glasses they sat, being sharp and slender, serious and stern, as if he was in a constant state of analyzing. It gave him a shrewd appearance, something that was only magnified by his choice of clothing.

He was dressed in a formal shirt, slacks, and suede shoes, with the main color scheme being gray and black: gray for his shirt, black for his pants and shoes, to be exactly. It wasn't his Sunday best, but compared to those around him, he may as well have been a prince.

His name was Ethan Pheros, age 24, and he was here for a very specific purpose.

Able Station was far unlike the stations metro stations he was used to. The walls were not pristine, nor were they silver or white. Instead they were black and gray, with the only color coming from either garish graffiti, or dirt and grime. The floors did not fair any better, being just as dirty and dingy as the walls were.

And the people...

There were others who exited the maglev alongside him. Most of them were large and burly, and everyone of them was a beastkin. They were probably riding over from either the business district – where most people had their job – or another area on the outer rim, which would make Ethan the most affluent man here. He didn't come from the outer rim, no... he came from somewhere... higher.

But that's neither here nor there.

Tugging gently on the collar of his shirt, Ethan's permanent frown somehow found a way to elongate just a little bit more. He felt sick with himself, disappointed even; this went against his code of ethics... that is, if he really has one.

Ethan just wanted them to shut up. He just wanted them to leave it be. If they wanted to indulge in the Pet Program, then let them; he didn't care! But, hey, peer pressure's a hell of a thing; no matter how much he tried to tell his colleagues otherwise, they just kept pressuring him to get a pet. Or, at the very least, give it a try.

So here Ethan stood on the outer rim of Avalon at Able Station, far from the inner sanctum and through the business district, where flashes of days gone past began running through his eyes. He remembered this place. He promised himself he'd never return to this place. And yet – despite his ill feelings towards both the Pet Program and his past – he walked towards the exit of the station.

His appearance did not go unnoticed by others.

All around him, Ethan drew in gazes from the beastkin he walked past. For most, his appearance drew disdain, frustration and annoyance. He was far from the first human who came through here looking for a 'pet', and there were no doubts that he'd be far from the last. On the other hand, you had the destitute and weak who were looking for some way out of their endless suffering.

These gazes and glares? He expected them. In a way, he was even used to them. But despite the dirty and devious looks he garnered, Ethan remained stoic and serious: it took a lot to shake his resolve. Besides, he was no fool; show someone a sign of weakness and most wouldn't hesitate to strike! So for now, he retained a level of coyness to him, and exited the station to the city beyond.

The warn down, if not outright derelict city.

Buildings with warn walls and shattered windows, sidewalks with trash and grime, the homeless and impoverished lingering at alleys, bulky beastkin rudely bumping against him, and all of this beneath the relentless afternoon sun. He almost forgot how hot it could be when not within Avalon's protected dome. Haaah...

Drawing his arm against his brow, Ethan let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. His aim was to come down here, look, and then leave; nothing more, nothing less. Tomorrow at the institute, he'll just tell his friends that no beastkin struck his fancy. They'll laugh at him, he'll shrug his shoulders, then he'll leave. And that will be that... for a couple of months before the teasing and chiding starts up again.

“Haaah... okay..." Ethan muttered to himself as he locked his eyes forward, “Let's go..."

A certain wind began blowing through the air. Noticing this, the young man stared up to the hot blue skies overhead, where he felt a chill run up his spine. What was this? A premonition perhaps? Shaking it off, he began walking down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets.

This place... it didn't change, did it? It hadn't been too long since he'd last been here, but he still expected things to be different. But gazing around... no. That was the same derelict library, the same abandoned apartment complex, the same disused car lot, and the same defunct gas station.

The busted-up jalopy hanging outside of it however? That was new.

Cars. You were lucky to have them. You were damned without one. They say that the rich humans in the heart of Avalon drive cars that hover above the ground without the need for wheels and gas. Boy, what she'd do to drive one of those babies for a time!

She didn't always live in Avalon. She came from far away, in fact. Avalon may be a planet mostly filled with arid deserts, dusty dunes, and craggy cliffs, but for certain creatures, this can be a home. It takes a thick skin to live in these places, and even thicker skin to survive. And that's what she's done all her life.

Survive.

“Let's see here... aaaannnndd..." Clank! “Ah... fuck!"

This car sat partially within an alleyway, sandwiched between two larger buildings that gave it barely any space. And much like those other buildings, it had a dirty, grimy look and feel to it. Its hull was gray, rusted in certain areas, with a shattered tail light on the right side, a bent grill up front, and it looked as if the engine was on its last legs!

But despite this unkempt appearance, within its aged hull there laid the signs of life. Photos from past events, various knickknacks of unknown origins, even clothes were folded in the back seat. This was not just a car someone used to get from place to place, but it was also where someone lived. And that someone was pulling her head out of the hood of the car.

Do you know what a mythkin is? If the term doesn't ring a bell to you, then their species certainly will. Beastkin come in a variety of different races. While canines, felines, equines and rodents may be the most familiar, there are also beastkin of the marine variety. Fishes and sharks, just to name a few. What about avians? Like birds, chicken, ostriches and flamingos? Yes, they're beastkin too!

So... what's a mythkin, you may ask? Well, they're the type of beastkin who most people only dream of. You hear about them in rumors and legends; its where the 'myth' in 'mythkin' come from. They're beastkin who's appearances are based off of fantastical creatures from a child's story book. And while they may not be magical and powerful themselves, they still carry with them this allure and mystique. You know the kind, right? Your unicorns, your kitsunes, and in this case...

Your dragons.

Her first notable attribute? Her towering height. Even among her fellow beastkin – some of which were burly bears and wolves – she had a great stature that loomed over them. She was a person you'd be hard pressed to not see walking down the street, for she stuck out like a pillar among her fellow beastkin.

Her second most noticeable trait? Her scales. Her elegant, mystical, purple scales. They coated her sides, her shoulders, her arms, and her legs, though they turned lavender on her midsection and stomach. From her behind extended a long, slithering tail, one that traced the floor like a snake with a mind all its own.

From her head spilled a luscious mane, one that was curly and bouncy in some areas – typically the top – while jagged and spiky in others – such as the bottom. Oh, it was also red. So very red. Cherry-red perhaps, if not rose when the light hurts it in a certain way. And... yes... at the front, there was this long, bushy, thick, S-shaped bang of a curl that hung over her face.

The only thing that could break this hair would be the two curved ebony horns that jutted from her head. They were elegantly carved, and the points were so fine, they looked like they could penetrate steel.

She was a voluptuous beauty as well. Tall... taller than him. Narrow waist, wider hips... ever so buxom chest. Her figure was fit, not outright Olympic mind you, but certainly held a history of athletics, especially with the defined set of abs on her stomach. It was a history that... Ethan was desiring to learn more about.

Standing up from under her car's hood, the dragoness was wearing jeans that hugged every inch of her legs and hips, and a muscle shirt that clung close to her chest and shoulders. She was a bit sweaty too, not only bringing a glow to her violet scales, but also allowing Ethan to see the shell of her black bra.

The dragoness – in the moment she refrained from work – dragged her hand through her luscious red hair and gave a sigh.

And then she straightened up...

And then she looked over...

And then his eyes met her eyes.

Her grassy-green eyes. Eyes that held so much mischief, eyes that held so much alluring power...

Eyes that showed fire and anger.

Eyes that showed a pleading need for help.

Who was this man that stared at her, she wondered. Something about him just felt... off. Short, neatly-groomed black hair, pale blue eyes, glasses, and a studious expression that made him look serious and stern. She was curious to this man, but just as quick to scoff and disregard it. His clothing spoke a thousand words for him.

He was from the upper ring.

“Hey, pal," said the reptile as she leered at him, her voice laced with a snarky energy that wouldn't be out of place on a delinquent, “Gonna stare all day, you self-righteous jackass? If you want, take a fuckin' photo, then get out of my sight..."

And as if to intimidate him further...

Fwap! Fwap!

From her back, she extended her great and powerful wings, giving them a flap that sent out a tiny gust of wind. It was enough to make Ethan's shirt flutter slightly... but it did little to scare him off. If anything, her showing of force did the exact opposite.

He stepped forward.

“Is this your car...?" Ethan asked as he faced the dragoness, who cocked her head at him in a confused manner.

“Yeah, it is! Why? What's it matter to a suit like you?" she replied, her tone acidic as she leaned over to glare at him.

This woman had an air of strength to her, as expected of one with a dragonian lineage... but this extended beyond that. She had a fire from within, one that was unlike any other beastkin in this area of the town. When coupled with her fetching looks, she exuded an air of confidence that further broke her from the mold.

She was young and healthy, her body glowing with a vivaciousness that wouldn't look out of place on someone in the upper ring. Yes, that's it; she was out of place. Like she shouldn't be here.

But she was here... and she seemed to be growing more and more annoyed with him.

A pout fell upon the dragoness' lips, and she straightened up her stance; was this her attempt at being intimidating? To some, it might work. To Ethan? Again, like her words before, it served to attract him even more.

He took another step forward, causing the dragoness to pull back in a quizzical manner. What was this guy's deal? Why was he staring at her so damn hard? Didn't he realize she was trying to force him away? Stupid humans; they thought they were invincible!

“You know, you and your rich-ass friends aren't really welcome here, thanks to that sick little 'game' of yours," said the dragoness, her hands falling on her hips, “So why don't you go back to your little mansion before somethin' bad happens to you."

Ethan cocked his head.

“I'm not afraid," he answered flatly. And he continued proving this as he brazenly took another step forward, up until the point they were standing just a few inches away from one another.

Again the dragoness cocked her head, still confused by this little man who stood before her. His pale blue eyes seemed to brighten up as he took in more of her form; what face was this? It wasn't like some creepy, older pervert; she was used to lecherous gazes like that! These eyes from him however? They seemed more...

Mesmerized...

“You down here lookin' for a plaything?" asked the dragoness as she continued putting on a defensive front, “Expecting me to pour out my heart and sob story, and hope you'll treat me right? Is that your game?

Her tone was aggressive, her words like knives... but Ethan didn't budge in the least bit. She noticed this. Perhaps she should be more offensive? Yes, that's it! She even took a step forward, now towering fully over him as she balled her hand into a fist.

“I'm no one's pet, got I!? And I'm never gonna to be one!"

She seemed rather proud of her declaration, even smirked in a boisterous manner. For a moment, she thought that would be enough to scare off this little human, especially with how loud her voice got.

It did not.

When she looked back down, Ethan was still there, still standing before her with those blue eyes of his alight. It caused the dragoness to wilt slightly, before scoffing as her face became slightly embarrassed.

“Tch! S-stop lookin' at me like that!" she growled whilst fiddling with her S-curl, “I get it; you're fuckin' enthralled, or whatever..."

Her words may have been defiant, but with her current expression, it caused a smile to appear on Ethan's face. He found it to be quite... cute.

“My name is Ethan Pheros," he announced, taking the dragoness aback.

“Um? Cool? I don't remember askin'?" she replied.

Again her tone was acidic, and again, it had the opposite affect on him. Seriously, what was with this Ethan guy? Looking down on him, the dragoness wondered if he wasn't actually some rich guy from the upper ring, and was instead a wino who happened upon some good looking clothes.

“You're right; I am here looking for a pet. Well... kind of..." Ethan said as he crossed his arms, a disappointed sounding sigh leaving his lips, “It's... just something my colleagues put me up to. They... they have pets of their own, you see, and constantly chide me for not getting one of my own."

“Tch! So you cave into pressure from your friends, huh? Surprising," the dragoness snarled, regaining some of her earlier abrasiveness, “If you're so weak to crumble so easily, then you aren't worthy of me as your 'pet'!" she then raised an eyebrow, “And, wait! I don't remember asking for your name in the first place! Don't switch the issue!!!"

She kept yelling at him, belittling him, but that only caused his eyes to glow with a sense of amazement and wonder. Yet again, again, again... the dragoness had to wonder if there was something up with this guy.

“What... hey... like... who are you, anyway?" she asked, causing Ethan to smirk.

“Like I said, my name's Ethan. Ethan Pheros," he answered earnestly, “And... yes, I do live in Avalon's inner rings. So..." he offered her his hand, “May I have your name, Miss...?"

“My name...?" she muttered before chuckling, “Well... normally, I'd say 'fuck off', or somethin' like that. Buuuuut... since you've yet to try and collar me, I guess I'll honor you with knowing my name!" then her chest swelled up, her tone becoming more prideful as she announced, “It's Nova..."

“Nova..." Ethan repeated, “That's... a lovely name..."

His eyes may have remained serious, but his smile was so warm. Looking up at the dragoness before him, he took a few moments to gaze in awe upon her stature. And honestly? She was quite the looker.

Ethan wasn't the kind of man who drooled over females; he felt as if doing so was incredibly childish! But that's not to say he didn't find women beautiful. But Nova was more than beautiful: she was fantastic, he'd say.

She was so tall. Stunning and amazing, with such vibrant purple scales, and such blazing red hair. She exuded this cool girl atmosphere, but also this cocky, superiority. Like a rough tomboy and a arrogant princess had somehow merged to become one.

Nova... the name was so befitting for someone like her. As brilliant as a star that flares; it's like she demanded attention.

And that attention... it wasn't unwarranted.

Ethan was a strange guy, Nova would admit that, but there was something about his gaze that made her feel a bit... warm. She was used to striking others with awe – it comes with the territory of being a dragon – but this human guy's gaze felt a bit different.

And that's when a few thoughts struck Nova's mind.

He was smaller than her, looked a bit nerdy and lonely, was down here because of peer-pressure from his colleagues, and didn't seem to comfortable with the idea of pets... but he was obviously interested in her. While she'd never agree to be anyone's pet, that didn't mean she couldn't ride this bike a bit more. Money is money, and if she can hustle a guy like Ethan out of some of his cash, that would set her for weeks, if not months!

Hmm...

Oh yes!

She'd play along with this a little bit more. Act a bit more down on her luck. She'll have Ethan around her finger by the end of the day!

“Soooooo..." Nova said as she averted her eyes, “You asked me if this was my car, right. Do you... know anythin' about cars?"

“Actually, I do," Ethan said as he pushed up his glasses, “I may not look like it, but I know a thing or two about machines. I work on them often. If you need help with your car, I can aid you," he then looked back at her car, “It's actually rather nice..."

“What? Impressed?" Nova said as she tossed up her hair whilst shooting him a saucy grin, “Kree-hee! Of course you are impressed! It's only natural to feel awe when you gaze upon a dragon's treasure, you know! I built it myself, after all!" she then raised her hand, “I mean... ree! Just look at how study it is!"

Tap...

BA-DUMP!

CLANG!

“Huh... huaaah!?"

It was just a light tap; that's all! And yet with that light tap alone, the rear bumper fell off of the car, where it clattered to the ground. This was followed by the hood snapping and falling down as well, while the car gave a defeated sounding sputter.

Naturally, Nova didn't take this well.

“AAARRGGGH! YOU STUPID FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT!" she roared as she kicked her car, “FUCKING WORK!!!"

And – of course – kicking her car did more harm than good, both to it and her.

The vehicle sputtered again, its joints locking in place before snapping apart. At the same time, Nova pulled her foot back, giving a yip in pain that lasted for a few moments. But that pain was minor compared to the embarrassment she felt following her failure.

Giving a defeated sigh, the dragoness looked over towards Ethan, who was chuckling in a teasing manner. She wanted to yell at him, she even opened her mouth to start her little tirade, but she just a quickly stuffed such feelings aside. If she was gonna sucker this little human guy out of his cash, then it was probably best to swallow up one's rougher nature.

“Alright... I'll bite..." muttered Nova as she placed her fists on her hips, “What's your gambit here, Mr. Ethan? Is this the part where you tell me about the luxuries and pleasures of being an indentured servant? Like some sort of sales representative? Try to woo me over with ideas of safety and that crap? Or do you threaten to clip my wings, dull my claws and teeth, and put a shock collar on my neck in hopes of taming me? I'm not sure how this whole pet bullshit works..."

“Honestly... I don't either," Ethan answered in a straightforward manner.

He pulled in, becoming a bit more thoughtful. Raising a brow, Nova wondered if there was something wrong with him... or, well, more wrong with him than she already thought was strange. But no, he was just thinking about how this little event planned out. Again, he was only coming down here to satiate his colleagues' needs, not his own. But now that he was standing here with Nova, well...

Why not give it a try?

“Heh heh... I guess you're right," Ethan said as he smiled up at her in a sweet manner, “If I were anyone else from the inner ring, I suppose I would be trying to sell you the idea of becoming my pet. People would salivate at the sight of a dragon, especially one as tall and majestic as you are. Hmm..." he shook his head, “I... didn't expect this to happen, really. But... since we're here..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Trust me when I say this, but I have no intention to try and clip your wings or dull your claws, or anything like that. It's... not something I'd do. Let's just say..." he gazed away briefly, “I've been in your position once... a long time ago..."

Before he could reveal too much, Ethan cut himself off, causing Nova to straighten up and wonder what he meant by his words. He's been in a position like her before? What? He's been accosted by someone richer? Or had he been down on his luck too? It brought a face of genuine curiosity to the dragoness, but Ethan didn't give her the chance to ask about it.

“Sorry... I started rambling for a moment," he said before raising his hand towards her, “If you want... we could give it a try?"

“Give it a... try...?" Nova repeated, confused by what he was asking.

“Yes, like... um..." he palmed his head momentarily, thinking about the words he wanted to choose, “Well... I suppose I should just come out and say it. You could live with me for a day or two. If you don't like it at any moment... then... you could leave whenever you like."

He said it in a straightforward, matter-of-fact manner... but that didn't stop his expression from shifting. Up until now, Ethan had been aloof and calm, if not outright apathetic. But now, that visage he wore of cold indifference was starting to shatter. He averted his eyes, his cheeks turned red with a blush, and his lips curled into a sheepish smirk as if to say...

Am I really doing this?

Ethan couldn't believe he asked something like this, even if it was more tame than outright requesting she become his pet. For a moment, he felt like he had become an entirely different person! But there was no changing it now; he asked it, and it was out there.

When Ethan looked back at Nova, she was wore a face of genuine surprise.

“So... wait, you're offering me to just live with you before you make me a pet?" asked the dragoness, her eyebrow raised and mouth agape while she pointed at herself, “Really? I... huh... I gotta say... I've never heard of someone suggesting something like that before. Kree... kree-hee..." a smirk appeared on her lips, “You really are a strange one, aren't you, Ethan?"

A few small chuckles left Nova, a sound that disarmed the bespectacled man, causing him to start chuckling along with her. This small, human man... he had such a cute, bashful face on.

And such a gullible one too.

Yes, Nova was chuckling, partly because he found his antics to be quite cute... but also to help further along her own deception. This guy was already eager to try and get her in his house, eh? Reh... He was far too trusting. Deep down, she wondered how much money she could swindle out of him before he finally got bored of her. At the very least, she could get a new pair of clothes, right? Maybe fix up her car?

Hmmm... how far can she push this?

“Kree-hee! Sure, I'll bite," Nova said, her lips curling into a smile as her body shifted, “Let's see what this little 'trial run' can do!"

And to further help sell the idea of her perceived interest, the dragoness put on a slight pose. One leg shifted, a hand sat on her hip, and the other hand tossed up some of her burning red hair. Even the smile she wore glowed with this certain power to it. Nova was like a model on a photo shoot... and it had the desired affects on Ethan.

Even more so now than usual he was mesmerized. It got to the point that even he realized how intensely he was staring. It caused his cheeks to turn red and his eyes to glance away, embarrassed by his own shameless ogling. But despite a few giggles, Nova didn't call him out on it, nor did she bring attention to it.

“W-wait... are you considering it...?" Ethan said in a surprised manner while backing up slightly.

“Kree-hee~! Yeah, I can't believe it either," Nova replied, approaching him with an alluring smile on her face to further along her seductive charms, “Though I will say... I think you are really cute."

“C... cute...?"

“And you aren't an asshole snob that thinks they own everything like so many others I've seen."

Her praise wasn't all jest: Ethan was small and cute, and so far, he hadn't acted like a brazen jackass. Still, she just wanted to butter him up, to really get into his good graces. Even if he's small, he's undoubtedly rich, and that made her head spin with hundreds of thoughts. The things she could do with him... oh, she was so excited!

But she's no fool. The laws in inner Avalon are different from the laws out here. Nova wanted to be sure she wasn't heading straight into some mind-controlling device!

“But I'm not entirely convinced yet," Nova said as she crossed her arms, “You could say one thing about letting me just stay with you for a couple of days... but I want you to prove that you aren't just gonna slap a shock collar on my neck the moment we get into the inner ring."

“I understand," Ethan replied, “My word isn't going to be good to someone I just met. So..." he placed his fingers on his chin as he shoot her a quizzical stare, “What would you like me do to prove myself?"

“Hmmmm..."

Matching Ethan's expression, Nova too placed her fingers on her chin and took on a more thoughtful pose. Was she mocking him? Hah... Ethan was so mesmerized by her, he didn't even care. If anything, now he was starting to find her as being the cute one! It even brought a smile to his face.

Though it quickly left when Nova shouted out--

“I got it!" then she pointed at her car, where her face grew more annoyed, “As you can... ghgh... obviously tell, my car isn't in the best of shape."

“Would you... like a new one?" Ethan asked, taking her aback as her eyes grew wide.

“A... new one...?"

That's not where her mind was going! She just wanted to know if he'd bother with fixing up her old car, not outright buy her a new one! It was so stunning an offer, Nova wondered if she should even take it! She even turned around, thinking hard about his question while her hands rubbed her temples. Should she try and play it safe and just ask to fix her car as it is now? Or should she go all in and demand a new car altogether!? He is the one who offered it, so it's not like she was pulling it out of her ass! On the other hand, she may be getting too big a head, and kill any chance to milk any more money out of Ethan. No, no, no; she needed to play it safe for now.

Besides... all of her things were in this car!

“Kree-hee... you're... too kind, Ethan, really," Nova said as she shot him a warm smile, “A new car sounds... really nice! But... I only need my old car fixed up," she tapped its side, “So... um... could you do it?"

For a moment, Ethan looked at Nova's car, and then back up at her face. In her eyes, he could see she was screaming for... more. He's no fool; he can tell that she desired something else, and his offer to outright buy her a new car helped to confirm it.

For now, he'll keep this to himself.

“Then I'll order you a lift," Ethan said as he pulled out his phone.

“Wh... what? You will?" Nova said, astonished, “They... they pick things up from this far out of the ring?"

“It costs a little more than usual to have things picked up out here. I'll have to go through a commercial line as oppose to something more personal. Only commercial lines take orders out of the inner ring... buuuuuut..." he chuckled, then grinned in a slightly egotistical manner, “Such a thing is easy for me."

“Easy, huh? Kreh... well, I can't argue with that Mr. Socialite!" Nova replied as she gently twirled some hair around her finger, “So... what now?"

“What now? Well... hm..." raising his hand, he offered it to the dragoness before him, “Let's shake on this little deal of ours. Is that a problem?"

“Kree-hee! No, I wouldn't say so," she said whilst giving him her hand, “Okay, Ethan. Let's try out this trial run!"

Their hands met between them; the first touch he felt of Nova. And... wow... she had such a nice, soft, and smooth hand. Not exactly what he was expecting when he touched her, since her personality had been so headstrong up to this point.

But when he looked up into her eyes, he could see more and more of her real personality. The shell may have been rough and tumble, the spirit beneath was a lot like this hand; smooth, soft, and gentle.

And that's exactly what Nova wanted him to think!

Shaking his hand like this, ah, the dragoness knew she had him wrapped around her slender finger! By the time she got through with him, she'll be set for months, if not years to come! Though she wondered for a moment if this made her into a sugar baby... eh, she'll deal with that later on. Right now, she wanted to get a taste of the high life.

Just what was Avalon's inner circle like?

“How soon are you willing to leave?" Ethan asked, drawing a grin to Nova's lips.

“How about... nowish?" she replied, “Kree-hee! It's not like I have a place to return to. I've been sleeping in my car for the past several days now, so it will be nice to get out from under this dry weather!" then she shifted her gaze to look into the direction of Avalon's inner ringers, “Besides... what's so special about Avalon? Why is it when people go there, they never come back? I want to see it. Kree-hee!" she looked back at him, “So c'mon, Daddy! Let's see what's up there!"

“D-Daddy!?" Ethan said, stunned, “Wh-where did that come from?"

“Kree-hee~! What, don't like it?" asked Nova, “That's what pets call their owners up in the ring, right? Things like Mommy and Daddy?"

“Well, I... I uh..."

Suddenly sheepish, Ethan scratched at the back of his head in an embarrassed manner. But was he embarrassed more over being called Daddy, or the fact that he liked being called Daddy? It was brief yes, and he could tell Nova was just calling him that to get under his skin... but that doesn't mean he didn't like it.

“Call me... whatever it is you'd like, Nova," Ethan said, throwing the proverbial ball back into her court.

She straightened up, challenged on her choice of nickname, where a grin spread out on her lips. So Ethan could be just as courageous as she could, huh? And not just some weirdo who looks all day? Interesting! She was starting to like this human guy more and more!

“Alright then, Daddy," she said as she crossed her arms and shot him a saucy glare, “Let me just get a few certain things from out of my car, and then you can lead the way to Avalon once that lift comes. We can spend the time..." she placed her hand on his chest, drawing a claw along the buttons of his shirt, “Getting to know each other before I see this house of yours. I hope it's as big, you know..."

Her statement of it being 'big'... sounded pretty nuanced. So much so that Ethan countered with--

“What being big? My house? Or me?"

Nova grinned.

“Perhaps we'll see..."

Keeping her green eyes locked on Ethan's smirking face, the dragoness' reached over to pick up a few things from her car, one of which being a bag... an open bag. And from that open bag fell out...

Tap! Tip... tip...

An object that almost instantly evaporated all of Nova's smugness.

Both she and Ethan looked down, their eyes doubling in size.

It was a dildo. A long, purple, thick, dildo. It had a tapered tip, barbs running along its sides, and a knot at the bottom. Looked like a vibrator too.

Ethan didn't laugh nor did he smile, he just stared at it with eyes wide. When he looked up, Nova was babbling nonsensically, before facepalming herself in a manner that said...

Why me!?

Eventually, she began chuckling in an attempt to dispel the awkward air around the... though that only made things more awkward. Doubly so when she bent over to pick up the dildo. In doing so, with the way her thin muscle shirt clung to her body, she offered Ethan more than just a passing glance to her chest.

Her big, busty chest. DDs, maybe? Perhaps Es? Oh no! He shouldn't be doing that; that's wrong of him.

“Eheheheh... uh... d-don't mind that," Nova said as she looked back up at him, “It uh... h-helps with... ya'know! Boredom and loneliness and... and uh..." she rolled her eyes, “I should stop talking now..."

But Ethan didn't tease her. He even gave the dragoness a sheepish smile in an attempt to reassure her that it wasn't too bad! It was just an embarrassing little circumstance; he's been in those before. Not quite to this level, but he could relate nonetheless!

With Nova struggling to regain some modicum of respect following her embarrassing little moment, Ethan pulled out a rather expensive, cutting edge phone. She looked at him, eyes widening in awe of his phone, though she said nothing as he put in a number. A few moments later, he was speaking with someone; the manager of whatever lift company he was speaking with. And from the sounds of it, they appeared to be put off by the idea of going to the outer rim in order to pick up Nova's busted up car. They even made a payment that sounded far too expensive for something so simple!

But Ethan didn't mind. He didn't even attempt to negotiate a lower price. He just agreed to the payment so long as the car was delivered in one piece... though that may be a bit difficult considering it was already falling apart.

Altogether, the conversation probably took only five or six minutes, but there was an aspect of it that got Nova's attentions. Ethan spoke of a place named--

“Silver Hills? What's that?" Nova asked as he stuffed away his phone.

“Hm? Silver Hills?" he muttered.

“Yeah, I overheard you speak of something called Silver Hills... what is that?"

“Silver Hills? That's where I live," Ethan answered, causing Nova's wings to spread out and her eyes to glow.

“Silver Hills...?" she muttered, “Wow... I wonder what that's like... it sounds so..." and her eyes closed, “It sounds so beautiful."

Perhaps her imagination was running wild, but could you blame her? 'Silver Hills' sounded far more majestic than 'Able Street', wouldn't you agree? This was only doubled when she thought about the affluent nature of central Avalon. All those stories she heard about how rich and beautiful it was, served to compound and inflate her already bountiful imagination. The name of 'Silver Hills' was just icing on the cake!

Ethan wanted to say something, for he could see the way Nova's face lit up. She appeared mesmerized by something that – in his own eyes – was rather mundane. It was just his home; nothing more, nothing less.

But he had to remember his first time moving into central Avalon, and how idiotic he must have looked gazing at everything on display. So...

He let her have this moment...

“What's Avalon like...?" Nova asked as he looked at him, “I only know about the place from other's who've briefly gone there. Normally workers just carrying stuff. But what's it like to actually... ya'know... live there?"

Ethan smiled.

“No different from living out here," he replied, garnering an incredulous glare from the dragoness.

“Reeaaaally, Mr. Socialite? There's no difference from rich as all hell Avalon, and the poor as dirt outer rim? If that's the case, then why should I agree to even this trial run?" Nova inquired, even giving a few taunting chuckles from within.

“Oh, I didn't say it wasn't better," Ethan countered, “I just said it wasn't so... different. Heh..." he smirked, “You'll see when the time comes. I think you'll thrive up in Avalon."

“Well... kree-hee... I'm looking forward to it."

Perhaps she underestimated Ethan. Perhaps he was more cunning than he looked. Her deception was steadily being unraveled, but Nova didn't mind. She was still going to work a bit of money for herself out of that wallet of his, but no one said the both of them couldn't have any fun while they were at it.

Soon the lift would arrive; a large truck being driven by a pair of beastkin. They conversed with Ethan who explained everything he needed, and before long, Nova's beat-up car was being loaded into the back of this larger truck.

On the outside, the dragoness appeared composed, watching mostly to make sure nothing on her car was destroyed or ruined. On the inside however, a burning surge of excitement was funneling through her body. This was actually happening, wasn't it? She was heading into Avalon's inner circles! Oh my! Her heart was racing!

And Ethan could see it.

Nova tried with all of her might to keep it inside, but some of her emotions still managed to slip out. The way her tail suddenly began thumping, even how her wings gave a shiver; the dragoness' body language was like a window to her soul. Despite noticing this, Ethan remained silent, allowing her to enjoy the feeling.

She was like a child who was about to go to an amusement park; that's what she looked like. So... why not get a move on?

“Ahem..."

“Huh? What?" Nova said as she faced Ethan.

“Are you ready to go?" he asked.

Nova swallowed her spit.

“Keh~! Keh-heh! Yeah, let's go."

…

DING! DONG!

Maglev to Ludwig Station, now arriving on Deck 4.

The intercom system played in Nova's ears, but she was far too enamored by the card in her hand. This flimsy little piece of paper was a ticket, and this ticket would take her to the inner ring of Avalon. Something else important about said ticket? It was fucking expensive. The number was far larger than what it costed to rent out Nova's old apartment for a year, and said apartment was a piece of shit!

And Ethan bought it without a second's thought. Just how loaded was he?

“It's a one way ticket," he suddenly said from over her shoulder, noticing how intensely she was gazing at the ticket, “It'll get you to Ludwig Station and Akusa Station whenever you want, so long as you bring it with you. Though it's only valid for a week. So... if you want to leave, you can do so whenever you'd like. Just bring the ticket with you."

Following his explanation, Nova shot him a curious and soft gaze, one that seemed to ask...

Why are you doing this?

It was odd. She wanted to milk him dry or all his money, she even felt as if she deserved to do it! How long have the humans up in Avalon lorded their power and wealth over those who were weaker and poorer than them? For too long, dammit!

But Thus far, Ethan had been nothing but cordial to her. Kind and cute, the human had even come up with this whole 'trial run'. Sure, it was a trial run for her to become his pet, but considering the horror stories she's heard from others, this was a golden ticket!

Literally, considering the sliver of paper in her hands.

But Nova didn't voice her concerns. If anything, she doubled down on her original plan. She needed to remain stern and keep up her original plan. Eventually, Ethan was going to grow tired of her using his money, but by that point, she will have had her fill. Besides, he deserved to have something bad happen to him. While he may not be as bad as his colleagues, he was still a human, and still indulged in the same vices. This was his fault.

Yeah...

DING! DONG!

Maglev to Silver Hills Station, now arriving on Deck 2.

“Ah! That's us," Ethan said as he pointed forward, “Come on, Nova."

He was simple and to the point, nor was he a man that hesitated. Almost without warning, Ethan grabbed a hold of Nova's hand, and began tugging her along with him. If he were anyone else, she would have stricken him. But for some reason, Ethan's brazen actions coupled with his smaller stature, caused her to follow along with his footsteps.

And it sent a shiver down her spine.

Guiding her over to Deck 2, Ethan stood next to Nova as a pristine shuttle train came gliding into the area. Green eyes wide, the dragoness gave an astonished gaze at the maglev, impressed by how clean it looked compared to the dingy halls of the station it was coming to. And when the doors opened and the riders stepped off, Nova gave a gasp of awe.

It was so clean!

The seats were plush and vibrant, the bars to hold on were sterling and silver, even the rugs lacked dirt and mud. Having lived in outer Avalon for a while now, and other cities from before, Nova could easily say that she hasn't experienced a place this clean in years.

And this was just the maglev! Her heart was already racing with prospects of the rest of Avalon!

Again, Ethan noticed Nova's mesmerized expression, and again he kept silent about it... but this time, she noticed him.

A blush formed on her cheeks, something that was hard to see with those scales on her face. She even dragged her fingers through her hair, stroking it back as she attempted to regain some semblance of control over herself. But whenever she glanced over at Ethan – no matter how brief – she felt a bit embarrassed for some reason. This did not go unnoticed by the man at her side.

“Are you shy, Nova?" he asked, “Heh... that's not like you."

“Keh... is it?" she replied as she shot him a somewhat annoyed glare, “You've only known me for a short amount of time, Daddy..." rolling her eyes, she scoffed and looked away, “I don't think you're allowed to say yet who and what I am..."

Her tone was scathing... but Ethan wasn't put off by it. Instead he approached her again, and again he grabbed her hand. Gently clutching it, he drew Nova's eyes to his face yet again, where she could see those blue eyes of his grow bright.

That damn expression of his! He had such thin, sharp, quizzical eyes, but his features were rather soft and smooth. And the way it all beamed at her, it made him feel like some sort of precious child idolizing a superior. This feeling was only doubled thanks to their gap in heights!

But Nova had to remind herself: Ethan was no child, he was a man! A very rich man! One who had eyes on making her his pet. Guh, thinking about it sickened her, but the prospect of being financially well off was too much to ignore. So, again, Nova swallowed these negative feelings down. Though she had to ask...

“Why me...?"

“Hm? Come again?" Ethan asked.

“Why me?" the dragoness asked in a more stern manner, “Look, I'm glad that you didn't immediately try to collar me or some shit, and you aren't tryin' to use me for personal gain, or just tryin' to take somethin' from me, but... if you're not doin' it, then why fuck around with any of this? This whole thing is just some stupid gimmick to you; you said so yourself! You were just plannin' to return empty handed to just avoid confrontation with your friends, right? So... why bother with any of this? If you don't want me to be some kind of trophy, why do you want me at all?"

Her question garnered a curious expression from Ethan. He sighed thoughtfully, and even gazed away in an equally as quizzical manner. But after a few moments, a chuckle left his lips and he nodded. Gazing back, those lips of his were curled into a soft smile.

“Maybe I'm not as selfless as I seem to be," he freely admitted, taking Nova aback, “You're right, I was just trying to satiate my co-workers, but that all changed when I found you. If I may be so honest... I'm going through all of this because I think you're simply beautiful."

That... actually took Nova off guard. He thought she was beautiful? That's why he approached her? Well, she is beautiful; that praise to her vanity struck a chord with her. She couldn't help but to chuckle to herself whenever her physicality was praised! But was that all? She was just beautiful? In Ethan, he could see there was more he wanted to say... but for now, he kept it to himself.

“Beautiful, huh?" she muttered, her fingers stroking through her hair as another blush appeared beneath her scales, “Well, I can say that isn't a normal reason compared to others I've gotten before. Never has it ever been a genuine interest in me, just for that reason alone. So um..." she looked down, “Thanks... I guess..."

Ethan didn't say anything, instead opting to smirk at her... and grip her hand even harder.

“S-so! These, uh, 'friends' of yours... they have pets, yeah?" Nova suddenly asked, trying to shift the conversation as the maglev began moving, “Probably nothing as exotic as myself... keh... guess you might have something to brag about now, yeah?"

“Heh... yes, pretty much all of them have pets," Ethan replied, before taking a thinker's pose, “At least... I'm sure they do. I've met some of them before, but..." he shook his head, “I don't really visit my colleagues often on a more personal level. I tend to stick to my condominium," his lips formed a coy smirk, “But you're right about one thing; you are rather exotic. Of all the pets I've seen, almost none of them are reptiles, and certainly not dragons. I think... I think it's because reptiles tend to give off the thought that... they can't be tamed, or are too abrasive, or something like that. Hmm..." thinking about it for a few moments, his eyes suddenly widened at the implications, “N-not that I feel like I've tamed you, or anything! I think that's just the general idea others have!"

“Oh, don't worry, I know you don't feel like you've tamed me," Nova replied as her lips curled into a grin, “It's not even possible for you to. I am taller, stronger, and faster than you are. I'd be more impressed than anything if you even managed to make me feel threatened or the like. Sure, you might get praised by others for 'taming' a dragon and all, no matter how brief... but as long as I know the truth, I don't care. Keh! Who knows, I could tame you if I wanted to, and make you my pet!"

Placing her hands on her hips, Nova grinned as she stared at Ethan's face, reading his reaction... only to see him glaring back. Those eyes of his were sharper now than they had ever been before, and his lips were curled in an equally as sharp smirk.

“Is that a challenge?" he asked, taking Nova off guard, “I find it funny how you attempt to enlarge yourself when it comes to our little union. Claiming who is the pet of of who... heh..." smiling still, his expression grew egotistical as he tipped his glasses up, “Considering how some of my colleagues wait hands and knees on their pets, I'd say you aren't too far off. Heh... but that doesn't mean I'll be going down lightly Nova."

His tone was snarky and cocky, furthering along his smugness, and seemingly stuffing away that cute personality he had before. But it wasn't a smugness that put her off, like say, coming from a rich jackass who didn't know any better. Ethan clearly knew better, and that's why he was being so abrasive. For in order to contend with a dragon, one must challenge a dragon, and he that's what he was doing.

He was challenging her.

But before Nova could retaliate against Ethan's words, something wondrous happened. The high-speed maglev they were in traveled into a tunnel, basking them in nothing but the lights of the train itself. But this tunnel lasted for only so long.. before sunlight poured into it, illuminating everything.

And causing Nova's green eyes to positively glow.

Gone were the depressing and derelict gray buildings and poor individuals of the outer ring. Gone were the factories and warehouses of the business district. On the other end of these windows, Nova realized she had entered into true luxury.

The buildings were tall and perfect, immaculately cut with the most finite of details. Silver and pristine structures that pointed high to the skies, with straight lines and elegant carving. It all glowed with such brilliance, being free of any sort of grime and debris! Highways with hovering cars upon them stood tall within the heavens as well, while the brilliant sun glowed upon them through a domed city. This was Avalon!

No, wait, this was just her first taste of Avalon!

Nova had heard rumors, stories, legends, all centering around the heart of Avalon. There were nights where she sat in her bed or car, gazing towards the middle of the metropolis and wondering what laid beyond its cold, metal walls. But all of that – her imagination, the stories – paled in comparison to the true splendor that is inner Avalon.

A silver metropolis, grand structures, amazing highways, glittering parks; everything a person would hope of paradise was here before her eyes! Whatever semblance of control Nova had maintained up until now, had been tossed aside rather quickly. Now she stood with her mouth agape and eyes wide, enamored by the grand sights through the windows.

It took her a couple of moments to realize that she had been staring as hard as she had been, causing her to blush and look away. This feeling was compounded when she looked at Ethan, who's own expression had grown soft and reassuring. Smiling up at her, he looked genuinely... sweet. It caused Nova to tense up and take a deep breath, feeling embarrassed by his gaze.

“You don't have to... stare so fucking hard..." she muttered, to which Ethan chuckled.

“Don't worry about it. You'll get used to it," he replied.

His casual tone first made Nova scoff. How could he be so at ease when Avalon was on display before them? Then she reminded herself that, yeah, this was his home: he saw these sights all the time. And for the first time in a long time, Nova felt...

Out of place...

And that feeling was only compounded when the maglev finally came to a halt at its station, and its intercom played in her ears.

DING! DONG!

You are now entering Silver Hills Station. Please, watch your step when disembarking from the maglev.

The sound caused Nova to tense up. It felt like they had just boarded the train, yet they've already arrived? When she turned around, she saw not gray and dingy halls, but instead glorious silver ones, the kind of halls that would sit in story books! Elegant machinery visibly churned from within, as pistons pumped, cogwheels churned, and circuitry circulated. And when the doors to the shuttle train fully opened...

“Ah!"

Nova noticed so many people.

So many human people.

Now, of course, humans were nothing new to her; there are humans who live on the outer rim, ones who are just as poor and lowly as anyone else. But these guys? These guys? They weren't human; they were rich!

Even on the deck of a train platform, the air of affluence and wealth was almost choking. The number of rich businessmen and women around could barely be counted, with their pristine clothes and shining jewelry. It left Nova in a tizzy; her heart even began picking up in pace!

But Ethan... his hand slid over, gently taking a hold of her. His firm grasp alone was enough to reassure her that... things were okay. It even made her heart thump a little.

Her heart... ah...

Why was her heart... doing this...?

“Come on. It's not too long to make it to my place, promise," Ethan said in a reassuring manner as he gently tugged on her.

“I uh... y-yeah..." Nova muttered, becoming uncharacteristically shy as she tugged her jackets on her shoulders.

Emerging from the maglev, she immediately turned heads from all around. She was easily the tallest person here, with only a few able to match her shear height... only for her horns to make her appear just that much taller. But these humans – much like Ethan before – gazed upon her with such wide, bright eyes. As he had said before, reptiles were unique among the beastkin up here, and dragons? Well...

It was the only thing that made Nova feel... well... normal, strange as that is to say. She was used to others gazing at her, either it be with eyes of idolatry, eyes of lust, or just shear awe. It was enough to make her pump up a bit, even preen herself as a glow took to her cheeks. She wanted to be gazed upon!

And yet...

Oh my, did that change the moment they left the deck, walked through its gates, and exited the station proper.

“Ah..."

It was like Nova stepped into a different world!

She stood tall on the side of a silver sidewalk. Yes, the sidewalk wasn't made of concrete, but instead made of metal! Silver and clear, it was also free of any dents and rust! The vehicles which drove on the streets before her didn't do so with wheels, but instead hovered above the ground with turbines of some sort.

There was no trash anywhere, no grime on the roads, no dirty, no nothing. Everything was so clean and pristine. So clean in fact, you'd possibly be able to eat off the ground without contracting a sickness!

Standing out here also brought with it a change in air! It wasn't heavy and thick with smog like it was in the outer rim, no! It was clear and bright and strong! Breathing in made Nova feel like she was breathing in clean air for the first time in a long time!

And again, the buildings, the buildings! They were tall, mighty pillars of silver! Unlike the derelict structures she was used to, they weren't dingy, weren't decrepit, and lacked graffiti of any kind. Though... some of them did have gaudy advertisements on them.

And then she brought her gaze down... where the world became a lot more realistic...

There were a lot of humans around, that was to be expected. There was also a lot of beastkin with these humans. And they all had collars on their necks. Everyone wore clothing that seemed to flaunt their affluent nature, but the beastkin – the pets – seemed far more overt, far more extreme. From amazing dresses of differing styles for women, and suits and tuxes of flashy colors for men; no beastkin was spared. Yes, it was flashy, yes, it was even amazing! But the clothes brought with it this feeling of... chains.

They were rich and well off... but the price was their lives. And those collars around their necks? They were the contracts.

It chafed Nova, seeing what she knew and expected. And this feeling only compounded when she turned heads. They looked at her much like before; with eyes of awe. But not just with her, no, with Ethan. They were enamored with him, amazed by him... envious... jealous. Trading knowing glances, they wondered: A dragon, here of all places? And with a small fry like him? Wow! He must have made her an offer she couldn't refuse! That's what they're eyes were saying; that's what Nova was reading!

They wanted to own her like they thought Ethan did.

Fuck, it made her scales crawl. She came close to outright growling about it! As if sensing her displeasure, Ethan tugged a bit on Nova's hand, hoping his grasp would quell her. It did... to a point. But this hold on her hand, and the sights she saw? They only strengthened Nova's resolve.

She was going to milk Ethan dry...

As for Ethan himself?

“Ready to go?" he asked, a genuine and sweet smile on his lips as he pointed to the distance with his thumb, “My car's just a short walk away."

He was indifferent to the gazes around, instead focusing on Nova and Nova alone.

She turned to face him, putting on a smile that no one could tell was forced. No, it was vivacious and strong, flirty too, especially in the way her green eyes focused on him.

“Kukukuku. Yeah, let's go," she said, her voice stirring, “I want to see what you have to offer. I just hope this car of yours is big enough to hold me."

“Heh, I do too," he replied with a wry grin as he took the lead.

Nova may have been put off by their surroundings, but for Ethan, it was nothing more than white noise. He had seen it so many times, it no longer registered to him. The sights and sounds; he ignored all of it, and focused on leading Nova towards his car.

The station's parking lot was nearby, and there appeared to be no end of stylish, elegant vehicles sitting next to one another. Some were more like sports cars, others more like luxury vehicles. Compared to the others, Ethan's must have come off as being downright pedestrian.

It was sleek and silver, with no wheels to speak of. Being a hovercar, it would levitate against the ground once activated. It did look a tad bit small, didn't it? Heh, that is until Ethan pressed a button on his keys, causing the top of the car to slide back, unveiling its plush interior. Leather seats, high-tech dashboard, a drink holder for an XXX Large cup; this car had it all!

And yet...

It was so boring!

Sure, it was better put together than Nova's car, but it lacked... pizzazz. Ethan's car was meant more for business than it was for any sort of luxury. He drove his car to get somewhere, and that's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was a bit disappointing, both in how boring his car was, but also in how undeniably pristine it was. Unlike her busted up bucket of bolts, this car looked like it could go for as fast and as long as it possibly could, something that admittedly made Nova jealous. What she'd do if she had a car like this all to herself. The places she'd go. The freedom she'd have...

Ironic to be thinking about 'freedom' when in a place like Avalon.

Slowly Nova got into the car, where she immediately hit a problem; her tail. Her car had a whole which her tail could easily slip through. This car did not, forcing her to shuffle her tail about to accommodate herself. Looks like cars here weren't made with pets in mind.

“Are you okay?" he asked whilst getting into the driver's seat.

“It's a bit... tight..." Nova replied whilst thumbing her tail, “Does this car come with a tail hole for pets?"

“Actually... it does," Ethan answered whilst pointing towards the window's arm rest on her side, “That button right there? Heh... the one that looks like a tail? Go ahead and press it."

The dragoness was hesitant at first, but Ethan's cordial smile eventually won her over. With a sigh she pressed the button, causing her seat to give a slight 'Bzzrr!' noise as a hidden slot in the back suddenly opened. Feeling it, Nova slipped her tail through the gap, and sighed from the feeling of it.

It was... surprisingly soft. This hole had little cushions in it to help comfort her. Compared to the hole she had in her own car, this one was way better! Nova even gave a sigh of relief... only to stiffen up.

No, she needed to remain abrasive! Less this place win her over with promises of wealth and safety. She didn't want it if it meant giving up who she is.

Besides...

She didn't want to give Ethan the satisfaction. Affable though he may be, she noticed a slightly teasing edge beneath his veneer. He enjoyed throwing her for a loop, no matter how minute it may be. On one hand it annoyed Nova. On the other hand... well...

It kind of intrigued her. Just how far was this short human man willing to push things?

Seated in the car, Ethan quickly went about turning the vehicle on, causing its dashboard to light up, and its engines to rev. Being used to cars with, ya'know, wheels, Nova wasn't sure if she was quite ready for his hovercar to suddenly push up against the ground, levitating as if by some mystical force. For a change, it caused her eyes to widen from genuine surprise, and her head to look left and right.

Nova knew what a hovercar was – she's seen them before – but to sit and ride in one was different from viewing one. She did not feel the rumbles of the wheels beneath, nor did she experience the endless sputtering of a vehicle on its last legs. There was no shaking with Ethan's hovercar, no rattling as well. Instead it hummed with a more casual tone to it, unlike her rinky-dink of a car.

Again, the difference in class was palpable.

This feeling only grew when Ethan casually backed out of the parking lot, a motion that didn't jerk Nova about like her car would have. Instead, everything glided about with a casual ease and grace. This car was less steel and metal, and more like sweet butter.

Smooth sweet butter.

“So..." Ethan said as he took them to the roads, “How are you feeling so far...?"

Nova turned to face him, her arms crossed in a somewhat defensive manner, while her green eyes searched his features. She appeared indignant for a moment, even a bit distrustful, though Ethan knew not why. Was she suddenly getting cold feet about this?

Yes...

And yet she answered him.

“I feel a bit strange..." Nova said, her tone lower than what he expected, more vulnerable, “The other pets here they... they don't look like what I had expected..." looking over the car's edge, she gazed upon the many pets and their owners as they walked on the streets, “They seem to have some sense of pride. Almost come off as... snobby, like their owners. And it seems a few bold ones walk about with very little clothes on. I guess I... well..." she shrugged her shoulders, “I guess I expected to see them looking more subservient... more submissive."

The statement caused Nova to scoff and raise her hands, prodding them together like a little girl caught in the act of doing something naughty. She wasn't used to showing any sort of vulnerability. Ethan chuckled, a sound that did not go unnoticed by the dragoness at his side.

“Well I suppose..." she muttered, “If we're going to make this work, we may as well break the ice some more and try to get to know each other a little better, hm?" she leered at him, her eyebrow raised, “Tell me about yourself, Ethan. How did this life become yours? And... hell, what do you do around here, anyways?"

“Well... uh..."

Now it was his turn to appear disheveled. That did not go unnoticed by Nova, who cocked her head in a curious manner. All the way until now, Ethan had been either suave, or enthralled by her beauty. Now however, he was...

“I work at a place called the Garand Institute," he answered as he placed a hand upon his chest, “Right... I never told you this: I'm a scientist, specifically an engineer. I create and design machines, among other things. They pay well, which is why I live here."

“You're a... scientist..." Nova repeated, before grinning from cheek to cheek, “Ah! I get it now! That's why you were so awe-stricken by me earlier! You're a little nerd!"

“Gllk? N-nerd...?"

Ethan's face grew long and his cheeks turned red, all as Nova began laughing in a boisterous manner. It felt good taking him off guard... but she quickly realized something. He didn't answer her question... well, not fully. He told her his job as a scientist at some place called the Garand Institute... but Nova could tell that there was more to him than just that.

Ethan was hiding something.

But before she could ask him about it...

“What about you?" he suddenly said whilst glancing at her, “What brings you to Avalon? Or... have you always lived here? Heh... and do you have a last name? Or should I start calling you Nova Pheros now?"

Ah, there it was. For the brief moment she had him staggered, he quickly countered with his own verbal jabs. That last bit... Nova Pheros. Ooooooh, she wanted to reach over and swipe that smirk off his lips! But instead Nova laughed it off and grinned.

Again, he was short, but he had did not lack bravado.

“It's Hurst," she answered, the smirk on her lips not fading, “And no, I came here in my car. I drove the wastes and moved from settlement to settlement, city to city, trying to find a place to live that didn't immediately try to kill me. That's when I heard about this place, about Avalon. Everyone made it out to be a utopia. That you could come here and forget that half the world is dead. Imagine my hopes upon hearing that, only to be sorely let down upon my arrival."

She appeared defensive again, annoyed, as if lied to by someone she didn't know. Avalon was the largest city on Aurous, giving it a somewhat regal allure. But of course, if you lived here, you too would know that it had its share of problems. The massive gap between classes was just one of them.

“I know that feeling too..." Ethan whispered, drawing Nova's gaze back towards him, “I also felt the same when I moved here..."

“You moved here...?" the dragoness muttered, “You didn't always live here...?"

“Well... I..." he shook his head, “No but..." then he turned to face her with a warm, inviting smile on his lips, “I hope I can get you to relax some more, Miss Hurst. And I hope you come to get used to Silver Hills. I promise, not everyone here is a snob. A lot them are, I'll admit that, but not all of them. Heh heh... you might even befriend other pets," he cocked his head, “Would you... like that?"

“Tch... me and another pet being friends...?" she shook her head, “A bit strange that all the beastkin here are considered 'pets'..."

“Well... not all ," Ethan replied with a shake of his head, “I won't lie; most are pets. But not all are pets. There are many beastkin who own homes like mine. Some even better."

“But most don't," Nova retorted, to which he nodded.

“Yeah... most don't," he answered, again being honest with her.

Leering at him, the dragoness scanned Ethan's words, trying to discover some fallacy with them, some lie. But no... he was being honest, and while she may not like what he was being honest about, she did respect his honesty in general. Ethan wasn't the type of man to lie, she was learning that more and more. He just wasn't as blunt as her, instead speaking with this professionalism to him that soften the blow that is Avalon's upper crust. Was this just to further along his sales pitch of her becoming his pet? Maybe... but again, Nova found it particularly intriguing about Ethan.

“Well... I might..." she suddenly said, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“You might what?"

“I might find a person that I can call a friend," she explained, “Heh! Getting friends instead of 'future enemies' would be appreciated for a change. Outside of Avalon, you fight tooth and claw just to survive. It can be rather detrimental on one's social life, wouldn't you agree? Reh! So... a lot of people – including myself – just became loners. Not needing to depend on others and the like... stops you from being used and abused..."

Thinking mournfully on such days, a frown appeared on Nova's lips and she looked away. Ethan was beginning to understand why she was so guarded, even more so than others. He expected resistance, but this seemingly went beyond that. Nova wasn't looking to be protected, she was looking for... something else.

“Yeah... I know the feeling," Ethan remarked, causing her to look over at him once again.

“Really...?" she muttered, thinking about pressing the issue more... only to shake her head, “If I can find people like you? Ones who aren't judging or selfish jackasses... then yeah, I'd like that. Reh..."

Her lips curled into a grin, and her eyes locked in on Ethan's face. Pulling out her tail, the dragoness brought it over and began slithering it upon his chest, causing him to stiffen up and glance over. She did realize he was driving, right? And driving rather fast?

But the slender tip of her tail continued on its taunting strokes, making Ethan's body steadily heat up.

“Who knows...?" Nova continued on, her tone suddenly sultry, “I might even find myself a mate up here. Maybe another dragon, if I am so lucky. Or... maybe you, if we choose to, you know... go that far. Reh~"

“N... Nova...?"

“I have the oddest suspicion that... as with any 'pet', an owner may employ breeders out there," the dragoness continued on, “Some probably do it for money, others may try to make the 'perfect breed' or something like that. So... does anything like that happen up here?"

“Well..."

“I wouldn't be surprised if there were," she remarked in a beguiling manner, “I wonder what kind of hatchlings you'd give me. What they'd look like~! What they'd be like~"

Such a comment and its alluring delivery, had a rather noticeable affect on Ethan. Nova could certainly tell, especially in the way his body steadily grew hotter and hotter. For a reptile like her, she knew when a surface – flesh or otherwise – is hot or cold. He was positively burning.

For a few moments, anyway.

Sensing she was challenging him again, Ethan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and faced Nova. His eyes slid into glares, and his lips turned up slightly in a cocky smirk that garnered a curious gasp from the dragoness.

“Breeding..." he muttered whilst pushing his glasses up on his face, “The way you say it however... am I supposed to take it as a joke? Or light flirting? Teasing perhaps? Or maybe..." he glanced at her in a sideways manner, “Are you trying to come on to me in your own special way?"

“Gkh? What was that?"

“Come on now," Ethan continued, his lips curling into a grin, “You try to sound abrasive towards the idea of being a 'pet', but then you go on about 'breeders' and 'hatchlings'. You sound rather appreciative of the idea in fact. Hah! Perhaps I'll have you collared sooner than I thought!"

That statement, filled with brash and bluff and bluster, sounded so calm and cool from Ethan's lips. Again, his short stature belied his inner bravado; he had no qualms staring down a dragon who was almost more than half his size in height.

“You know... there are a few 'breeders' out there," Ethan stated casually, as if it were common knowledge, “A bit on the deep end of the whole pet spectrum, but it does exist. I've heard of some richer socialites partaking in more... let's say... sordid games that involves breeding. Hm..." he pushed his glasses up again, “It's not the most popular thing in Avalon seeing as how children are quite expensive to care for... but some people really, really enjoy having sex with their pets.

But just as quick as he was to challenge her, he also was to look back at the roads as if nothing had happened.

“Ah... here's our stop," Ethan said as he turned on the off ramp, “Let me show you to your new home."

His words fell on deaf ears however, for Nova was still trying to recover from Ethan's words. Hatchlings and mates, breeding and breeders; such erotic thoughts. It left her shaking, both from annoyance that her bluff had been called, but also from ever growing interest.

Just how far was Ethan willing to push things?

“Hey now, I haven't agreed to anything yet," she said whilst playfully jabbing him with her elbow, “So don't go sizing my neck up for a collar just yet. Though I bet..." she leered at him in a saucy manner, “You've already thought about how I'd look in one, haven't you? Maybe even lewd thoughts? Hell, I could only imagine what's going on in that head of yours. Wondering about how you'll have me dress and such. Probably something that is more or less eye candy, huh? Especially with all these other girls around here dressing in all sorts of flashy ways for their owners. Reh~ hm..."

Was her tone mocking, or genuine? A bit of both? Ethan figured it was both, though more genuine than even Nova seemed to realize. And despite how snarky and teasing her questions were... well, she wasn't exactly wrong. Despite his attempts not to think about it, the idea of her being a good little pet was tantalizing. Having her greet him when he came home, possibly whilst jaunting around in some booty shorts or a skirt. Hey, scientist though he may be, Ethan's still a man. He's allowed to have some lewd thoughts every now and then, right?

“If anything... you sound really excited by the idea of dresses and collars," Ethan replied as he gave Nova a challenging glare, “Maybe I am right. Heh..." and then a smirk adorned his lips, “Maybe you've been waiting to be collared all this time."

The statement made Nova tense up.

“Me? Waiting to be collared? Tch! Don't make me laugh..." she muttered as she crossed her arms and looked away... only to leer back at Ethan in an quizzical manner.

She may not have been laughing, but he certainly was. His chuckles filled the air around them, making Nova wilt and groan while their car drove into a nearby parking garage. All around them were vehicles of equal make and model, meaning every single last one of them were far too expensive to look at, let alone own.

Nova was so entranced by the cars around, she almost didn't notice it when Ethan walked around to her side. A smile on his face, he offered her his hand, and she took it just as quickly. Walking side by side with him towards the massive building in front of them, the dragoness looked around, further scanning her opulent and affluent surroundings. And then they stepped inside.

“Wow..."

Green eyes widening, Nova and Ethan entered into the lobby of the building. The high tech lobby of the building. Clean and sterile, it had a minimalist design, and a white and gold color scheme. A floating flat screen TV that lacked a boarder was in the corner, showing nothing but the news, there were a few people sitting in the corner, sharing a brisk conversation before stopping as the dragon walked by, and at the end was a counter with no one behind it. Nova was so astonished, she could barely say a word as she drank in everything before her. No trash, no grime, no hobos; just what is this place!?

Ethan remained naturally indifferent. This was his home; he saw all this every day of his life. But when he stared over towards Nova's gawking face, he couldn't help but to smirk. Right now, more than ever before, she looked positively cute.

But he didn't say anything, instead tugging on the dragoness' hand to guide her to the elevators at the back. Still enthralled with their surroundings, she followed along without hesitation, walking past the lobby's desk, where a woman suddenly appeared. She was human, made of a blue light, and dressed like a typical stewardess.

“Wh-what the!?" said the dragoness as she pulled back, astonished by the woman's appearance.

The 'woman' didn't seem to respond.

“Welcome home, Mr. Pheros," she said with a robotic tone... because she was a robot. Specifically, she was a hologram.

“Hello, Rebecca," Ethan replied in an equally as monotone manner.

Nova could only gawk at the hologram, while he was treating her as something not important. The dragoness wanted to press the issue, but before she knew it, they were entering inside the elevator at the back, its doors sliding shut on the both of them.

It was silver and reflective. So reflective in fact, that Nova got an eyeful of herself. She was wide-eyed and shocked, not to mention flustered, like a little deer in headlights. Meanwhile, Ethan was at her side, smirking like a cocky idiot. Seeing him with that smile on her face, made her growl and then turn towards him, but he was already pressing buttons into the elevator's panel.

Up and up and up the elevator climbed. Ten floors... twenty floors... thirty floors! Just how high up were they!? Before Nova could ask, the doors opened, and on the other end was a hall... with only one door. Ethan walked forward and pulled a keycard out of his pocket. Slipping it into a panel resting beside the door, he caused it to glow and--

Click!

The door slid open.

And when it opened...

Oh...

When it opened...

“What... the... fuck...?"

Nova realized she was getting in waaaaaay over her head.

'Luxury condominium' didn't even begin to describe it. Big and spacious, Ethan's home had a minimalist design of blacks and whites. There was a staircase that lead into a second hall full of rooms, and a hall on the first room that also lead into more rooms! The kitchen itself was cutting edge, with many sharp and silver appliances. There was a personal balcony that overlooked the city. And to tie it all together, hanging from the ceiling of his home was a chandelier.

Nova wasn't just walking into a home, she was walking into a damn palace!

Mouth agape, the dragoness stumbled forward, her green eyes drinking in ever extravagant detail. She knew the people up here lived rich, but this wasn't 'rich'! This went so fucking beyond the word 'rich' that Nova didn't even know what to call it!

And Ethan, standing there and chuckling, had the audacity to say to her...

“So... uh... what do you think?"

Nova snapped her gaze down towards him, and stiffened in place. What could she say that her face hadn't already said? She couldn't play it off cool and say 'It's okay' or something like that! Not after she just looked at everything like a shocked idiot! On the other hand, she couldn't say it was good, because that would only further empower the human! Damn, this was a fucking conundrum!

No... no! This was all nothing but trite luxuries given to a privileged human! Pleasantries at best, and perverse flaunting of one's wealth at worse! Nova wanted to lash out, but that wouldn't be good when she was thinking about suckering Ethan out of his money. And with this place she was in? Yeah, he had a lot of money.

“This is... your home... right?" she asked as she leered at him, “Or... this is the point where a bunch of creepy guys come out and grab me."

“No creepy guys," Ethan said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Unless you consider me a creepy guy."

“Eh... the jury's still out on that," Nova replied.

“Heh... well then, that's bad for you," the scientist remarked in a snarky manner, “You're the one who willingly came to a creepy guy's house!"

The dragoness flinched, her face turning red as she bawled her hands into a fist and clinched them. Damn this little guy! Why did he ruffle her scales so much! She wanted to yell at him... but he had a point. So instead she sighed, letting her shoulders slump, and a hapless smile appear on her face.

“Good point..." she muttered.

“Hey... chin up. You're in Silver Hills now. Why don't you go ahead and relax a bit?"

“Yeah, relax a bit. Relax a bit in a completely foreign place where I have nothing but a bag to my name. Totally easy," Nova replied sarcastically, causing Ethan to chuckle.

“Alright... good point... well then, tell me: is there anything I can do to help you unwind?"

“Uhh... hm... let's see..." said the drgoness as she dropped her satchel upon his couch, “This place is big. C'mon, Daddy... give me a house tour."

“A house tour...?" Ethan repeated before reaching out his hand, this suave smile adorning his lips, “Sure thing, sweetheart."

“Hgm..."

Nova's face scrunched up slightly, her cheeks flushed red and her green eyes locked in. Ethan was doing that thing again. He was being purposefully confrontational, as if challenging her over something so simple. And yet – despite how annoying she found it – there was something undeniably attractive of how he stared her – a fully grown dragoness – down. He didn't even show a hint of fear.

Hmmm...

Nova took his hand.

“So as you can see," Ethan said as he began guiding her along, “This is the living room. The TVs right there and the remote's right... here."

“Ah... damn..."

Such a large TV. Unnecessarily large, she'd have to say. How many inches was this? 70 inches? 80? Or maybe even 90? It was so flat and sat on a stand, with a variety of other machines thumping beneath it. Strangely enough, she didn't see any game consoles. Guess Ethan wasn't a gamer.

“How many channels does this thing get?" she asked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever you need, I guess," he answered, “I'd be lying if I said I watched a lot of TV."

“Wow... that sounds fucking boring," Nova remarked, at first taking Ethan aback... and then making him smile and chuckle.

“Yeah. I suppose you're right. Come on..." he tugged on her hand some more, “Let's keep going."

“Uh-huh..."

Strung along by Ethan, he guided her down the first floor hall. Seriously, this place was bigger than she could ever imagine. He had a laundromat in his home, one that – like the kitchen – was filled with cutting edge machinery. There was an additional room back here, she assumed it to be a nursery if Ethan had children, and at the way back, this home had a full on gym!

Or... it would be a full on gym, had there not been a lot of tech and machine resting around. And, no, this wasn't machines like a weight lifter or something like that, nor was it machines like what was in the kitchen or laundry room. There was just a lot of strange machinery sitting around, all of them off, and neatly squared away. A desk sat in the relative center of the massive room, and there were more than just a few scorch marks resting around.

“What is this...?" Nova muttered a she walked inside, “I... I don't even feel like I should be in here..."

“You probably shouldn't," Ethan said, “This is my laboratory. I sometimes take technology from work home with me, so that I can work on my projects here."

“Really...? You do?"

Coupled with Ethan's lack of game consoles, gazing upon his work seemed to paint a picture of the scientist. And that picture was of a man who was married to his work. He didn't have game consoles or much pleasantries, because he was working more often than he was enjoying himself. Frowning a bit, Nova looked at the human at her side.

She remembered being in a similar position once...

Ah... shit... no... no! No, Nova, no! Remember why you're here! To work money out of him! This actually made things better! Clearly he was some nerdy man who probably had never experienced the touch of a woman! Getting into his wallet was going to be the easiest task of her life!

“This is all pretty swanky, Daddy," Nova said, “Buuuut... it has been a pretty long day, soooo..." she raised an eyebrow, “Where's the bedrooms at?"

“The bedrooms...?" Ethan repeated, “Ah... come with me."

Again he grasped her hand, and again he guided her along through the minimalist halls of his home. Upstairs they climbed, giving Nova a sense of vertigo. When's the last time she was so high up? Even when taking flight on her natural wins, it was impossible for her to be so high in the skies. This towering condominium just went on and on and on! Were all the condos in this building as big as Ethan's? Did that mean that every floor didn't hold multiple homes, but just one big home!?

Jeeze... the people of Avalon really were rich!

Nova didn't focus on that too long however. Coming into the second floor, there were rooms lining it. They were all bedrooms, but since Ethan lived by himself, they all went empty and unused. That is save for the master bedroom at the back. Despite being empty, each one was stocked with a bedroom, a closet, and a window to the city around them. Hell, they even had bathrooms attached to them! These bedrooms were bigger than her old apartment!

“You can stay in any one you'd like," Ethan said, “It's not like I have roommates or anything so..." he smiled at her, “Nova..."

“Hm? Yes?" she said as she brought her gaze away from the doors.

“Would you like to take a shower?"

“Glk!?"

Where did he get off asking her a question like that!?

Nova glared at Ethan, blushing from embarrassment at his question... all while he casually smiled back. She came thiiiiiiiiiss close to yelling at him... only to stop as her nostrils flared. Yeaaaaah... she did kind of stink, didn't she? She was out there under the sun since the morning, working on her car. Her body no doubt stunk of a funky combination of sweat, gasoline, and oil. The meager deodorant she used this morning wasn't really the best.

But Nova didn't want to give Ethan the pleasure of having stymied her. So how would she get him back for his snarky comments? Hmm... oh!

“Sure! I'll take a shower," she said, a saucy grin appearing on her lips, “So long as I get to use your shower."

“Ghm? My shower?" Ethan said, taken aback.

“Yeah! Kree! Your shower! That's not a big problem, is it, Daddy?"

He looked at her, his head cocked as he read her snickering face. All the while the tittle of 'Daddy' rang around in his head. Ethan was no fool; he knew she was only calling him 'Daddy' because she was trying to goad him on. She even emphasized the word to further taunt him. What? Did she want him to say 'no'?

“Sure. Go ahead," Ethan aid as he casually gestured towards the master bedroom, “Take all the time that you need, Nova."

Again he led the dragoness on, bringing her to the doors of the master bedroom. Pushing them open, he revealed the room to her... and again Nova's eyes grew wide. There's something to be said of a room so modest that it stuns a person to silence. She was expecting some large, extravagant bedroom, and yeah, it was larger than any bedroom she's been in before! But even here the simplistic and minimalist design of the overall penthouse extended to Ethan's sleeping quarters. The bed was large, square and gray, there was a vanity mirror at one wall, a desk met for business at the other, a balcony over the looking the city to the left, and the bathroom to the right. Boy, if she had a bedroom this large all to herself, she could only imagine the number of things she'd fill it with.

Huh... the things she'd fill it with... hmm... would Ethan get mad if she put a few extra things in here?

W-wait? What does she care! He should be honored to have her junk fill up this boring, bland penthouse! Seriously, he was some stupid, one-percenter, yet he lived his life like a boring businessman! Hmm... maybe he really did need a pet...

“That bathroom's over there, Nova," Ethan said as he gestured towards it, “I don't think I need to teach you how it works..."

“Tch! You ass..." she growled back, reading the cocky smirk on his lips, “I swear, one of these days I'll wipe that smug look off your lips..."

Ethan didn't respond, instead chuckling as Nova walked into the bathroom. The door slid open, she stepped inside, turned on the lights and--

“Ghmph!?"

Seriously, how many times was she going to be flabbergasted by everything in Avalon?

Ethan's bathroom was the opposite of his home. If it was minimalist and simple with an overall gray, black and white color scheme, then the bathroom was sterling and black, with silver highlights running on its walls, its floor, its ceiling, its sink... and of course the shower stall. Tall and sharp, it could easily contain the likes of Nova despite her height... with room for someone else.

Preferably someone smaller. Someone who wouldn't take up much space. There was only one person who fit the bill.

“Mmmph...!"

Pouting, Nova slowly began removing her clothes. Off came the muscle shirt and down pulled the jeans, both with very little fanfare. How could they when she was surrounded by such overt opulence? Looking over, Nova saw herself in the mirror, where she was reminded of just how out of place she was.

She shouldn't have been here. Avalon was decadent and high-tech; a far cry from the poor slums that surrounded it. And despite being a dragon – a race of beastkin valued for their rarity and their supposed superiority – she had no right to be in here. She didn't work to get here. Quite the opposite; she was staying in this place, but the price would be her freedom.

“Hrrngnh... nngghh...! Mmmm!"

Thinking about it frustrated Nova as she got into the shower. Using her tail, she twisted the knobs within, bringing the shower to a strong heat. Steam quickly filled the bathroom, blocking one's view of the voluptuous dragoness inside. The waters drifted sinfully down her body, coaxing relaxed groans from her lips. Hugging herself close, Nova's tail wrapped around her waist, and her eyes closed shut. Then her mouth opened, a blissful moan flowing from her lips as her body relaxed beneath the hot waters of Ethan's shower.

Ethan's shower...

“Mmph..."

Eyes opening, the dragoness stared at her reflection in the shower stall's glass. There was a glow on her body now as the sweat and oil which once stained her was now being washed away. Her red hair streamed down her back as the waters made it heavy, and she regained this beautiful vivaciousness that wasn't there before. And to think, this was just with water alone.

Reaching out, Nova grabbed a nearby wash clothe with one hand, while her tail grabbed one of Ethan's soap bottles. It looked like he used something called... Noir? It – like a lot of things in the human's home – had a black and white color scheme to it. Seriously, was he boring in everything he did in life? She knew he was a nerdy scientist, but come on! It was hard to believe that the man who kept cockily teasing and taunting her, had a home this lacking with life.

The first thing she was doing was add some life to his... well... life! Sure, she was thinking about milking him of his wallet, but that didn't mean she couldn't jazz things up in here a little!

Raising up the bottle, she squirted some of its contents upon her clothe, getting it covered in its white mist. Then she brought it over, applying it to her body. Violent scales were given a polishing shine as Nova cleaned her body. Feeling this – admittedly soft – rag brush upon her, elicited groans from the dragoness' lips.

When was the last time she got to clean in such a place? It felt amazing having this clear, warm water trace down her beautiful and refined body. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, more passionate moans left Nova's lips as the water streaked down her face and features. She even seeped his soaps deep into her hair, giving the red locks a bright and vibrant glow.

Nova couldn't have spent any longer than ten minutes in the shower, fifteen at max. But to her, I felt like an eternity. An amazing, blissful eternity. If she got to wake up every morning with this shower? Man... it might actually make her think to...

“Glk!? Wh-what the fuck is wrong with you, Nova!" she growled at herself as she twisted the shower off, “It's just a fucking shower! You can't get suckered in by all of this nonsense! Gah!"

Stepping out of the shower stall, Nova used her slender tail to pick up a towel, placing it on her shoulders. It didn't take her long to dry herself off, putting the final touches on her sleek body... and then stopping to look at herself in he mirror.

Holy shit, when's the last time she glowed like this? All the dirt and grime she had on her body had been cleaned away, making her shine like a beautiful diamond. Nova gasped in shear awe at her radiant body... only to then clinch her fist and grit her teeth.

Dammit! No! She wouldn't lose to this!

Turning away from her reflection, Nova locked her eyes on the white bathrobe hanging on a nearby rack. The small white bathrobe. Grabbing it, she pulled it close, her eyes running along the name on its chest.

Ethan Pheros, it said.

…

Ethan... was a very straightforward man. Some would even call him simple if they were trying to disrespect him. Of course he was a genius, but he worked with this very blunt, very strict mannerisms. If something needed to be done, he did it. That's it. Once he put his mind on something, nothing could take his mind off of it. It left him rather clear of conscience. He never second-guessed himself, never questioned himself. He did what he needed to do in order to survive and move on in life. That's how he's always lived his life.

This though? This? This threw a wrench in his plans! A major wrench at that!

He messed up his own plan! He was just going to go to the outer rim and claim to look around. Why did he even go to the outer rim anyway? He could have just lied in the first place! Haaah! For a supposed genius, he sure was dumb!

He just saw her there, working on her busted up car... and that was enough to have him immediately enthralled. Was it skin deep and based entirely on her physical appearance? Well... yeah, but Ethan – for all of his bland bluntness – was still a man. He had likes, and when it came to women, his likes were of the tall, physically capable of type. Nova wasn't just an exotic dragoness with luscious purple scales, blazing red hair, and grassy-green eyes, she also looked like she could pick him up and fold him like a lawn chair. Couple that with her boisterous attitude, and she made for a woman that he couldn't stop thinking about.

And what he thought about? Well...

He thought about that sex toy, the one Nova accidentally dropped. Now, he's not the kind of person to tease someone on owning such a thing, though he couldn't help but to think dirty thoughts with it in mind. Nova clearly liked men who were equipped to handle her. Ie, other reptilian beastkin going by the model of sex toy she had. So... what did that mean for his own chances?

SMACK!

That... would be the sound of Ethan striking himself.

Of all the things he could be doing right now, lusting over Nova like some aroused teenager was not one of them! He wanted to give her a reason to stay with him, right? Well, he'll need to start figuring out how to do that. And he had a good idea where to start...

“Eeeeethaaaaaan!" Nova's voice suddenly called from above.

He turned to face the second floor of his home, expecting to see the dragoness dressed in the clothes he found her in. Instead, his eyes widened as his face dropped.

Nova was wearing his bathrobe... and nothing else. Due to her greater height, the white bathrobe was struggling to contain her... everything! It was tied around her waist, the middle open at the top so that her chest could breath, and it was opened at the bottom as well. The garment just barely covered her womanhood. In fact... how were her wings even held in that!? Wasn't it uncomfortable?

But Ethan could barely think about it as the radiant dragoness slowly walked down the stairs to join him, her hands in the robe's pockets as she leaned her head to one side. Gone was the flustered dragoness before who was suffering from Avalon's culture shock. Replacing her was a more confident woman, one who came to stand beside Ethan as she looked down upon him.

“N-Nova..." he muttered, taking particular note of her glimmering beauty following her shower, “That's... my bathrobe..."

“Is... there something wrong, Daddy?" she asked of him, a snarky grin adorning her lips, “There was nothing else for me to wear. I wasn't going to put my dirty clothes back on, was I?"

“Weeell... no, I suppose..." he muttered sheepishly whilst scratching the back of his head, “But my robe... isn't it small for you?"

“A bit... buuuuuuut, it did help me realize what we should do now that I'm here."

“Hm? And what's that?"

“Kree-hee! Daddy... what do you think first when a naked woman comes to you, one who complains that her clothing is dirty?"

“Huh? Oooooh... you... want to go shopping?"

Nova grinned.

…

Standing here was like stepping foot on one of those opulent space stations she's heard so much about in her days. Above, the sun illuminated the pristine white road she stood on. There were no cars here – they were hovering above on other highways. Instead, all around her were people. People walked left and right, bumping shoulders with one another in a messy hodgepodge of vibrant clothes and glowing affluence. And at their sides – more often than not – were equally as flashing beastkin; their pets.

Amethyst Avenue was the premier marketplace this close to Silver Hills. All around, one would be surrounded by opulent stores with vibrant titles such as 'Antigone's Apparel' or 'Mordredus Connection'. Everything anyone could ever need was here, somewhere. From clothing stores to restaurants, toy stores meant for children, and toy stores meant for adults; none were left out!

And then – in the middle of it all – was Nova.

The dragoness – having redressed into jeans and a simple white shirt – stood in the center of the street, her head turning one way and then the other. This densely pact street felt like Avalon at its most potent. A bunch of gaudy, rich, human ass-hats, and their idiotic, airheaded, bimbo beastkin pets!

Tugging on the s-shaped bang on her head, Nova tried to play it off cool, but it was clear she was still suffering from culture shock. Ethan – being at her side – reached his hand over, grabbing upon Nova's hand, and gently tugging it.

“Hey. Let's keep going," he said, offering her a warm smile beneath those glasses of his, “There's a store over here."

“Let me guess, a pet store?" Nova replied in a snarky manner, making him chuckle.

“All stores are pet stores if you look at them funny," he replied, “But I'm not taking you to one yet. I'm taking you over here."

“Hm?"

Nova looked up, her eyes falling on a building named 'Pecunia Bank'. Under Ethan's guidance she headed inside, where it quickly became obvious to her that this bank wasn't just a place for people to deal with their money problems, but was instead a place for owners to deal with their pet's money problem.

“What... what are we doing here?" Nova asked as she looked at Ethan, hearing him chuckle.

“I'm no idiot, Nova," he replied, “Think of this like... think of it like... ah-ha! Think of it like a father giving his daughter a credit card. No Daddy would give his child a credit card without putting some restrictions in place."

“Restrictions...? What? Am I the child in this situation?" Nova replied, to which Ethan chuckled.

“Yeah," he answered without hesitation, “Once again, Nova... I'm not an idiot."

She glared at him, pouting while he grinned. Rrrgh! How was she supposed to milk him of his money, if he put restrictions on what she could and couldn't buy!? On one hand, she thought about shouting at him for it, but Nova both didn't want to make a scene, and also didn't want to ruin what she did have. Restrictions may be in place, but no one said she couldn't push things. Still...

“Well I'm not a child, Ethan," Nova said as she walked up to him, leering at the smirking man in front of her, “I can take care of myself!"

“Oh, I don't doubt that. But that doesn't mean my bank account can protect itself," he retorted with a wagging finger.

“Hey! This is my trial run," Nova said, “I shouldn't be so limited! Don't you want me to stay?"

“Oh, I do," he answered earnestly, “But aren't relationships built on limits and rules? What's the point of anything if nothing matters?"

“Noooo... relationships are built on trust," Nova replied.

“And trust is earned when one can follow the rules," Ethan retorted, “Heh heh! Hah!"

His dammed laughter. He kept challenging her like she was some cat, and not a six foot tall dragoness! Ethan didn't even so much as flinch when he stared her down! That annoyed her as much as it scratched this unknown itch in the back of her head. His damned, dumb smirk, his unflinching eyes. She knew that – no matter what – he wasn't going to budge. So she either accepted it now, or this trial run may as well end here. And if that happened... gaaaaah...

“Shit... ugh... fine," Nova said, her arms slumping over, “Just give me a credit card or whatever..." she then raised her eyebrow, “That is what you're giving me, right?"

“Kinda sorta," he answered, “It's called a Pet Card. People usually just call it a PC. We sign it up, jot down your name, and in thirty or so minutes, we'll be out of here. The Pet Card is like a credit card in that it holds a set amount of money. You can use it on anything you'd like in Avalon, it'll just pull from my bank account.

“But let me guess... those restrictions you were talking about earlier, means you can set the amount of money I spend in a day?"

“Ah! You catch on fast," Ethan said cheerfully, “But indeed you're right. Sooooooooo... how's... two hundred dollars?"

“Glkt!? T-two hundred dollars? Only two hundred dollars?" Nova said, steam puffing from her nostrils, “C'mon! I'll need more than that in a day!"

“Yeeaaah... you're right. Things can be pretty expensive in Avalon unless you spend frugally so... ah-ha! Why not three hundred dollars?"

“Only three!? Grrrrr! You're trying to piss me off, aren't you?"

“Heh heh heh! Maybe. But, hey, look at it like this..." reaching up, he gently stroked her chin, “If you're a good girl, then I might be convinced to up your allowance!"

“Mrggrrgr!"

Standing still, Nova could only silently fume with barely restrained anger as Ethan casually walked over towards the bank's main counter. This little fucking human and his cocky antics! She was the dragon, right? Then why did she need to be guided around like a child? Ugh!

Haaah... having money was really not making this all worth it. Then... why did she keep walking forward? There was seriously something in Ethan, something that made him hard to ignore. Primal instincts were being toyed with, and Nova wasn't aware of it.

“Nova?" Ethan called, “Aren't you coming?"

“Yeah, yeah! I'm coming... guh!"

…

So... this was a Pet Card, huh? It was a simple little card, not too dissimilar to a credit card or debit card. Silver in color, it had Nova's name and face on it, almost like an ID. However – and most belittling of all – it had who she belonged to on it as well.

Owner: Ethan Pheros, it said. Gghghghghghghghg... just reading it made her scales crawl!

Like a curious child, Nova kept her eyes locked on her Pet Card, reading it and taking in its every finite detail. Her fingers traced its edge, her thumb stroked its surface, and her green eyes kept reading its numbers; again and again and again. On this tiny card she had three hundred dollars. Three hundred dollars to do with what she pleased.

According to Ethan, this was three hundred dollars daily. DAILY! That means when the sun rises in the morning, this card was going to be refilled with money. Gotta say, she couldn't remember the last time she had so much money to herself. She worked jobs that payed barely over two hundred dollars per week. So imagine how she felt to hold a card that gave her three hundred dollar per day.

“How can you even afford this...?" Nova asked as she and Ethan walked down the sidewalk together, “Three hundred dollars a day? This is... too much..."

“Heh... remember what I said?" Ethan asked as he looked at her, “I'm a scientist. The place I work at... let's say they are very happy to have me."

“Tch... the hell's that supposed to mean?" Nova asked, a wry grin on her lips, “What? Are you making... fucking weapons or something?"

Ethan didn't answer.

“Now that you have that card... what do you want to buy?" he asked, “We're here on Amethyst Avenue; everything that you can possibly need can be found here."

“Well I already made it known that I need clothes so..." she stuffed her card into her pocket, “Let's go find something to wear. I bet there's a whooooooolleeee lot of sick outfits and stuff that owners buy for their pets."

“Well... look around," Ethan replied, “You've already seen all the things your fellow pets are wearing."

“Tch! Stop calling me a pet! This is just a trial run, remember!" she growled as she nudged his shoulder, “Gah! You're gettin' on my nerves, Ethan!"

“Heh heh! Alright, I'll drop it. It's just so fun teasing you, Nova! You're so cute..."

“Gghghg..." she face-palmed herself, but didn't respond, “Alright... so... where too?"

“Uhh... oh! We can head down there," he said as he pointed forward, “Since you're a dragon, I think it would be best if we headed to a pet store. And, no, that's not me teasing you further. Not many places stock clothing that have things like tail and wing holes. Especially none for anyone as tall as you."

“Haah... figures..."

Nova's face grew long, her lips even bending into a frowning pout. But when Ethan stared at her being so abrasive and indignant, he couldn't help but to chuckle at her. Hearing it, she glared back at him, again and annoyed, though he could only muster a slight nudge to him.

“Stop that..." she groaned, “Stop looking at me like some goofy idiot..."

Ethan chuckled but did not say a word.

Continuing on, he led Nova toward said pet store; a place by the name of Antigone's Apparel. It was a far cry from the bank, from Ethan's home, and from the rest of Amethyst Avenue for that matter! Antigone's Apparel had a vibrant color scheme, of reds and wood panel browns.

Wood. Panel. Browns!

Seeing wooden anything in their day in age was shocking. Made even more shocking that these wooden panels weren't just ceramic plates that were painted to look like wood. No, this building seemed to have actual wooden walls and floors!

All around Nova were clothes resting on mannequins. And by clothes, she means outfits. Extravagant outfits. She saw things as ridiculous as biker jumpsuits, to more kinky attire like school uniforms. Speaking of which, the school girl uniforms seemed to have particularly short skirts... because of course they did.

At least this store was equal in its sexist attire. Whether you were a male or female beastkin, all were sexually objectified here!

Ghh...

As expected of a place where owners can buy whatever nonsense they wanted their pets to wear, the clothes store was filled with people. Owners and pets, talking casually with one another as they went over what to buy. Nova still couldn't get over how... blasé her fellow beastkin were. How long had they been pets to accept the fact that their owners were dictating what they did and didn't wear? She hated the humans for doing this, but it's not like these pets cared!

“Is this place really the only place I can buy clothes?" Nova asked as she looked at Ethan, who shrugged his shoulders back.

“I'd be lying if I said 'yes'," he replied, “But I'd also be lying if I said I knew of many places where you could buy clothes for yourself. But not all the clothes here are... so... well..." he tugged on a nearby maid uniform, “Extra. If we head to the back, we can find more acceptable attire."

“Tch... we better..." Nova said as she stepped forward.

Just as Ethan said, at the back of the store were actual clothes, and not outfits! Nova found jeans! Good jeans! Shorts! Good shorts! She also saw tank tops, and simple white t-shirts, sports bras, and – her favorite of all – leather jackets!

A genuine smile of glee appeared on Nova's face as she marveled at the clothes before her. Such good clothes too; not the barely held together scraps she was used to wearing outside the inner ring! When she touched them, she felt not poor imitations, but genuine fabrics like cotton and leather! Just imagine the things she could wear while here! She'd look and feel amazing!

But the excitement Nova felt was short-lived... probably because she herself realized how twisted this all was. She could understand now why beastkin were so easily suckered into a life of free and easy living. Imagine, all she'd need to do is be Ethan's good little girl, and all of this would be hers.

She gritted her teeth, her gaze looking away. But then her head twitched, hearing him walk up close.

“Nova..." he said, his tone not a question, “Hmm... I see..."

“Do you...?" she asked back with a snarl, “Because I don't think you do..."

“Oh, I do," he replied as he took in a deep, deep breath, “I've... been like you before, once."

“You said that before," Nova groaned, “But I don't beli--"

“Ahoy there, Ethan!"

The both of them tensed up, their heads turning in unison towards the end of the aisle they were standing in. Standing there was another man of similar age to Ethan. His hair was a warm brown, falling along his back, and he had a far more cheery disposition compared to the ever stoic scientist at Nova's side. He was also taller than Ethan, though – like him, and like everyone in Avalon – he wore a rather fine pair of clothes. A blue and white sweater vest in fact, with white slacks, and black and white suede shoes.

But there was someone beside him.

She was a girl. A fox, to be exact. Curvy figure, gray fur, white belly, and... ahem... a rather huge chest. She was also a fair bit shorter than both Nova and this mysterious man, coming in closer to Ethan's height if anything. Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and she was modestly dressed in some cute, gothic dress. A cute gothic dress that showed a fair bit of cleavage in all honesty, as well as her plentiful thighs and legs. With white gloves on her hands and white heels on her feet, this fox girl looked like some distant maiden.

And then you'd see the collar around her neck, and realize she was a pet. Ya'know... if the outfit didn't spell it out for you.

The nameplate on her collar said 'Lori', by the way.

“Ethan! It's good to see you my friend!" said the man as he walked up towards him, his hand falling on his shoulder.

“Gk...? Jonathan..." Ethan said, stunned, “Wh-what are you doing here?"

“Ah... you know Lori. She wanted new clothes today," his friend – Jonathan – explained, “And when Lori gets upset, I find it impossible to say 'no' to her. But what about you? Why are you at Antigone's Apparel? You do know that this is..." his eye grew wide, “A... pet..." and he looked over, “Store...?"

It seemed as if it was only now that Jonathon realized Ethan wasn't alone. There was a woman beside him. A very tall, very statuesque beauty of a woman. She loomed not only over Ethan, but over him as well, and had this viperous gaze in her green eyes.

“A dragon... here...?" muttered Jonathan in a stunned manner.

“Yeah? And what of it?" Nova replied, making him flinch.

“My, my, my... who do we have here?" he asked, “Do you mind me asking who you belong too?"

That statement. That question!

Do you mind me asking who you belong too?

Oooooooh! That made Nova's blood boil! She tensed up as she looked at this man, her sharp teeth grinding against one another as her fists curled into hips. She came thiiiiiis close to not just yelling at him, but outright immolating him with her flames! To hell with rules; Nova belongs to no one!

But...

Pat...

Ethan's hip pressed into her hip. She looked over at him, feeling the slight touch. And... it was surprisingly soothing. Nova's vitriol was still there, but she felt the heat within her start to subside. Her once clinched teeth melted into a pout... and then an annoyed sigh. But this man – Jonathan – asked her a question. What would be her answer?

She didn't want to say outright that Ethan was her owner. She didn't want to give him – or anyone – that power over her. So... she said the next best thing.

“Ethan's my Daddy..."

And then her eyes grew wide with shock.

Both Nova and Ethan looked at one another, their faces saying in unison 'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?'

“Wait... WHAT!?" Jonathan shouted, “You... you're... you're... you're Ethan's... pet!?"

The two were still too flabbergasted to speak. It took Nova a few moments to recognize her words as being her words; regardless of if she meant to say it or not. So accepting them – albeit begrudgingly – the dragoness growled and faced Jonathan, her arms crossed.

“Yeah? So what of it!?" she asked, “That's what Avalon's all about, isn't it? Pets and owners? Beside, don't act like your Big Titty Goth Girlfriend over here isn't calling you 'Daddy'!"

“B-big Titty Goth Girlfriend!?" repeated the fox, her eyes wide.

Jonathan and Lori both looked at one another, then back to Nova, back to one another, and then over to Ethan. He was blushing slightly from embarrassment, still reeling from the dragoness' accidental affirmation, and her following words. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't find it nice. This dragoness just called him 'Daddy'; who wouldn't feel a boon to their ego upon hearing that?

“Wait? Okay, no, no, back this up a moment," said Jonathan as he looked up at Nova, “You're really Ethan's pet? This... this isn't some joke, right?"

“Tch... does Ethan seem like the joking type?" Nova replied, causing Jonathan to sigh.

“Yeah... not really," he muttered, “But... holy shit... that means... that means you actually did it!" his eyes swept over to Ethan, a bright smile on his face, “Ah-ha! I knew you had it in you, old friend!"

“Don't push your luck, Jonathan," Ethan said as he shook his head, “Nova and our relationship isn't... like that. It's kind of... like... ugh..." he shook his head again, before turning to face the dragoness at his side, “Nova, this is my friend, Jonathan. We work at the Garand Institute together. And this is his pet, Lori."

“And I'm not a 'Big Titty Goth Girlfriend'!" whined the fox as she pouted, before looking down at her clothes, “I like this dress..."

“It's lovely to meet you, Nova," said Jonathan as he looked up towards her, his amber eyes glowing, “Wow... a dragon... impressive wing span too. Lori, come over her and introduce yourself."

“Yes sir..." she said as she walked up timidly, though she was still peeved by Nova's words, “Nice to meet you, Nova..."

“Um... yeah... sure, or whatever..." muttered the dragoness shyly, before blushing as she said under her breath, “God... the fuck am I even doing here?" but then she tensed up again, leering at Jonathan and Lori before her, “Look, Ethan's not really my 'Daddy', and I'm not actually his pet! This is... this is some sort of trial run, got it? We're just testing things, then I'll decide if I want to be his pet or whatever..."

“Ooooooh! I see! That makes much more sense," Jonathan said as he rubbed his chin, “Heh... the way you speak of it, it sounds more like a business proposition than it does a typical master/pet relationship. But I would expect nothing more. Ethan's always been a very pensive and cautious man. Ah-ha! Oh dear, oh me! Where are my manners?"

And then – putting on a charming smirk as his eyes slid in – Jonathan placed his hand on his chest in a boisterous and theatrical manner, causing Nova to pull back and look at him with an eyebrow raised. What the hell was going on; was he about to sing or something?

“Allow me to reintroduce myself, Miss Nova," he said, “I am Jonathan Pear. As Ethan said himself, we both work at the illustrious Garand Institute. This is Lori Pear, my pet. I've owned her for three years now! If you ever need help figuring out your life here in Avalon, she knows a thing or two. She's a... how you say? Ah-ha! A Free Pet, meaning she's allowed to go wherever she wants without me being there! I can tell that you too are a Free Pet!"

“Ghghgh!"

Damn this guy! He was making it really hard for Nova to keep her cool! His words, that statement of being a 'Free Pet', it all made her want to just call an end to all of this! Fuck the trial run, and fuck the money; she'd gladly return to her car in the outer rim. Was she poor? Yeah, but she'd rather be poor than have her freedom questioned!

But leave it to Ethan to again be her beacon of light in this arrogant city. This time, he grabbed her hand, clutching on her slender fingers. The surprisingly gentle touch of his grip, again quelled her quickened heart, and Nova released some of her aggression.

But only some!

“Jonathan's my friend," Ethan said, adding a bit on to his words, “If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have my job, or live where I live."

“Hm... that's uh... very nice of you," Nova said between gritted teeth, “Its... err... nice to meet you, Mr. Pear..."

Letting out a deep breath, the dragoness raised her hand and offered it to Jonathan. Seeing it, he smiled back and shook her hand. The touch made Nova's scales crawl slightly, but she had to remind herself that this was Ethan's friend. Despite Jonathan's egotistical and loud attitude, there was a palpable air of camaraderie between the two scientists.

“Hmph! Johnny!" said Lori, attracting Jonathan's eyes over, “Remember? You promised me new clothes!"

“I did, I did," he said with a chuckle, “Haaah... sorry, I just got sidetracked with Ethan and his new pet, Lori! I promise, it won't happen again."

“Hmph! It better not!" she said before shifting her gaze over.

“I'm afraid my friend, that I must take my leave," Jonathan said, “If it isn't clear, Lori has been on me all week to get her new clothes. I don't think I have it in me to disobey her any longer. Not if I plan on sleeping peacefully tonight."

“I understand, Jonathan," Ethan replied, “Uh... see you later at the institute."

“Of course, old friend! Of course," his eyes then slid over to Nova, “And that goes for you two, Nova! I'd love to get to know more about you in the future, you vivacious dragoness!"

“Vivacious... haah..." she muttered back, before averting her eyes, “Whatever..."

Laughing audibly, Jonathan left Ethan and Nova behind, with his pet following alongside him. Speaking of his pet...

“Bye-bye, Nova~!" called Lori as she walked off, making her flinch from the vixen's bubbly attitude.

The two walked off, vanishing from view with Ethan and Nova standing behind. However, the air between the two of them suddenly became a bit... uncomfortable. The dragoness was tense, and the human at her side could feel it. He even tugged on her hand a bit to hopefully calm her, but that only served to make her angrier.

Suddenly, all the clothes in here didn't matter to Nova. Material; that's all it was. Trite pleasantries that the price to obtain just wasn't worth! Puffing up her chest, Nova began marching off, seeking to exit the store.

But...

Ethan grabbed her hand... and Nova stopped.

Gritting her teeth, she looked over towards the bespectacled man who held her, looking him in his eyes. His face was soft, lacking the abrasiveness it normally had. It made him look and feel gentle and warm, which further calmed Nova down.

Pulling more on the dragoness' hand, Ethan guided her along with him, bringing her to the changing rooms at the back. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it), it wasn't strange for an owner to go into a changing room with their pet. Draw your own conclusions as to why.

Locking the door behind them, Ethan sat on the bench in the changing room. Nova did likewise, her arms crossed and teeth gritted as her face bent into a scowling visage. Their interaction with Jonathan and Lori may have been brief, but it told Nova everything she needed to know about Avalon. As if her brief time here hadn't already proved it.

“I shouldn't be here..." the dragoness said as she looked to the side, “'Free Pet'? What the hell does that even mean?"

“Honestly? I've never heard that term before," Ethan claimed.

“Tch? Don't play dumb, Ethan," she growled, “You've been living here for years! You've had to hear it before."

“I'm being honest," he said as he looked up at her, “I've never heard someone be called a 'Free Pet' before."

“Hmph! I find that hard to believe..." Nova shook her head, “This... this was a stupid idea. I should have never left the outer ring."

“Do you... want to go back?"

“I... I uh..."

She looked over, meeting Ethan's concerned face. She thought he would mount a defense of some sort, maybe try and shift the conversation so that she'd just ignore what happened. Instead, he squeezed his hand around her hand, and looked deep into her green eyes.

Nova's mouth moved, but no words left her lips. Instead she looked away, her face deflating as she struggled to form words. What the hell was this? Why did she suddenly care about his feelings? She really shouldn't! She... she didn't? Right? Aaah...

But Ethan didn't say a word. Why say anything when his body spoke louder?

Reaching down, he pressed his palm to Nova's palm, and then slid his fingers between her fingers. Clutching in, he intertwined their hands, locking them together tightly.

“Lori... was a lot like you when I first met her," Ethan said, making Nova flinch, “A bit rude... rowdy... bossy too."

“Tch...? Wh... what am I supposed to do with this information?" the dragoness asked as she looked at him, her hand squeezing his hand tight, “And... wait!? You think I'm bossy, and rude, and fucking rowdy!?"

She glared at him, looking Ethan in his brown eyes... and the smirk on his lips. Seeing it helped quell Nova, who's shoulder slumped slightly, and grip grew tender.

“Why... why are you so fucking honest?" she asked, “I'd prefer it if you at least tried to lie. You're as blunt as a bat..."

“You say that, but we both know that's not true," he countered, “You value honesty, Nova. You'd hate it if I lied to you."

“Hrrrgh...! S-stop acting like...! Hmph..." she pouted, “Stop acting like you know me... you don't know me."

“Heh... you're right... I don't know everything about you. But I want to learn."

“I... haaah..."

The air grew silent around them... but their hands never parted.

“I don't want to go back..." Nova whispered, before clutching his hand tight, “B-but that doesn't mean I'm going to stay! We're still on this trial run, got it? If something like this happens again, I might not be so keen on sticking around!"

Ethan smiled.

“I know. The power is in your hands, Nova."

Strange. Even though he said it, and he meant it... Nova didn't feel like it was true.

…

Clothes. She had a full spread of clothes. No, even that sounds small. She had a full wardrobe of clothes. And not the dingy, paltry wardrobe she had snuggled in her car's trunk. No, these clothes, were actual clothes!

Jeans, shorts, shirts, jackets, skirts, dresses; all of that and more laid before her. They came in different colors and in different styles, giving her something to wear for every day of the year, no matter what. And that's not getting into the full set of undergarments resting beside them. Bras, panties, even full on garter straps just in case; Nova had enough underwear so that she'd never need to wear the same pair more than one day in a row!

And – above all – everything here fitted her. She didn't need to poke holes through her jacket for her wings, or tear a hole in her pants for her tail. All she needed to do was pull them up her body, and bingo; nothing more, nothing less. You'd be surprised how often she'd need to do those things when she got new clothes outside of the outer ring.

Some of these jackets even came with these soft little holes so that her extra appendages could feel good. How comfy and thoughtful.

Nova stood before her wardrobe of clothes, having unpacked them all neatly into one of Ethan's empty rooms. The sun was starting to set outside, casting the room in orange and red lights, as well as shadows which stretched upon her. And the dragones stood there, incapable of saying a word as she stared in a forlorn manner towards the stacks of clothes.

And then the door opened.

“So... what do you think?" Ethan asked as he walked into the room, causing Nova to look at him.

“How do you think, what do I think?" she asked, putting on a brave face, “This... this isn't just going to make me fall on my knees and start calling you 'Daddy', you know..." then she blushed, realizing how stupid that sounded, “A-aside from all the other times I've called you 'Daddy'! Th-those times don't count; I was just fucking with you! And... uh..." she looked away, “Fuck... y-you know what I mean."

“I know..." Ethan said as he flashed her a smile.

“Hey! S-stop smiling at me like that," Nova said as she pushed her hand in his face, “Look! You can't just buy my servitude! This is still a trial run, got it! A trial run!"

“I know, I know," Ethan said as he looked up at her.

His face was similar to the face he had when he first saw her. Glowing eyes, soft lips, beaming expression; he was mesmerized by her. Both Nova's stunning beauty and boisterous attitude, made her impossible for him to ignore. He just wanted to stare at her... and stare at her... and stare at her...

“Hm... mmph!"

She pouted as an embarrassed blush formed on her face. Why is that? Was she embarrassed by the way he looked at her? If anything, a woman would kill to have anyone stare at her in such an enthralled, passionate, and mesmerized manner. It was like Ethan wasn't staring at some girl, or even some dragon, but instead a goddess. It both appealed to Nova's ego, but also made her feel bashful. She wasn't used to feeling bashful.

“How about I go get dinner?" Ethan said as he pulled away, making the dragoness nod.

“Y-yeah... you do that..." she muttered shyly.

Watching him leave her bedroom, Nova kept her eyes trained on the door for a few moments too long. A slightly cold air traveled through the room following Ethan's departure, making Nova tense up in a frigid manner. She even reached out her hand, wondering if she should join him while he made dinner... only to pull back and stare at her hand.

What was wrong with her? Seriously, what was wrong with her? Did she care about Ethan's feelings? Tch, why should she give a damn about him!? He was clearly gaining from a broken system like the Pet Program! Sure, he tried to disguise it under some banner like a 'trial run', claiming that she had the power to end it whenever she wanted to, but Nova knew better! He was just some rich ass-hat who wanted to own her so that he could flaunt his power to other rich ass-hats, much like he did earlier with Jonathan!

Nova needed to remember her original goal. To milk as much money out of Ethan as she possibly could! Something to set her up for weeks, if not months to come! She'd call him 'Daddy' so long as it kept getting her new things, like clothes.

Did that make her a gold digger? Maybe, but in this case, she felt it was deserved!

Now... how was she going to get her 'Daddy' to up the allowance on her pet card? Three hundred dollars is waaaaay too low for the likes of her. She needed more around five hundred... maybe even six hundred! He could manage it, right?

Ethan liked to challenge her, didn't he? Let's see how he likes to be challenged!

…

This was... odd. When was the last time he had a woman at his house? What? When his mother visited? Yeah, that sounds about right! Ethan was no playboy, no hedonist. He did not invite women to his home on a daily basis, hoping to score. No, no, no; like his home belied, he was very much a man who was married to his work. His scientific endeavors was his singular drive in life.

But then he saw Nova, and she threw a wrench into all of that.

Why did he invite her back to his home? Why did he offer this 'trial run'? He should have just saw her, fawned from a distance, and then went on with his business. Instead he spoke to her, offered her to be his pet, and now she was in his home with a new wardrobe of clothes. What did that say about him?

Maybe he was hornier than he thought...

Ethan bawked at such a thought, his head shaking... only to then nod. As stuffy and as indifferent as he could be, even he had to admit that he was still a man, still a human. He had desires and lusts as much as anyone did; he'd be a fool to say he didn't. It just so happened that Nova was his type. Tall, boisterous, vivacious...

“Hmm..."

Tap... tap...

“Heya... Daddy~"

That tone immediately told Ethan that something naughty was behind him. He tensed up, swallowed his spit, and then turned to face the entrance to his kitchen. Nova was there of course, wearing the soft, cotton pajama shirt he bought for her. It was blue, with a star pattern on it. Rather cute, really, especially for someone of her caliber.

Oh yeah... and that's all she was wearing. No shorts, not even a bra beneath it. Maybe she was wearing panties, but Ethan couldn't tell, for her shirt just barely came down to cover her pelvis. But aside from that? Yeah, nothing.

Nova stood before Ethan, tugging softly on the sleeves of her shirt, before looking at Ethan with a toothy grin. He choked up, his cheeks red as he came face to face with her green ones. Suddenly the air was different between them, and he could feel it. What was she up to?

“Nova...?" Ethan said as he watched her come forward, “Is... something wrong?"

“Kreh! What do you mean 'is something wrong'?" she replied, her hands resting on her hips as she walked towards him, “Weren't you preparing dinner? I want to know where is it!"

“I uh... y-yeah... b-but... um..."

She came to a halt before him, her statuesque body towering over him like a divine diva. Close as she was now, he could see that the top-most buttons of her blouse was undone, allowing her chest to breathe... and offering him a deep view of her cleavage as well. For a moment or two too long, Ethan stared at Nova's breasts, then looked away as a blush formed on his cheek.

“Th-the dinner's gonna be here soon," he said as he gestured over towards a slot nearby, “I ordered out. I've never been much of a cook. And since I want this trial run of yours to go well, I figured it be best to order something."

“Mmm? And what is that something, Daddy?" Nova asked, her lascivious smile growing in size.

“It's... it's uh... it's..." he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, “You... you're calling me Daddy again?"

“Is that a problem? You clearly like it," the dragoness replied, “And I don't know..." her hand fell upon his cheek, gently stroking it and guiding his face to look back at her face, “I kinda like it too. Kreh!"

“Is that why you called me 'Daddy' in front of my colleague?" Ethan asked, to which Nova chuckled.

“Maaaaayyyybeeeeee..." she replied, her tail ticking upon his chin, “Or maybe I was just teasing you."

Ethan's eyes grew slant.

“Suuuuurrreee," he muttered, much to her chagrin.

“Hey! I'm being serious here!" she replied as she pulled back, her arms crossed beneath her chest, “Jeeze, Daddy, you're such a stuffy man."

Ethan raised an eyebrow at Nova, quickly catching on that she was up to something. He may not be a people person, but that didn't mean he couldn't read them. She was acting weirder now than she had been before.

“What do you want?" he asked, making Nova flinch.

“What are you talking about? I already told you; I was wondering where dinner was at!" she answered, to which he shook his head.

“Noooo... there's more to it than that. I know you, Nova; you want something else."

“Hey! How many times do I have to tell you to stop acting like you know me like that!?" the dragoness growled, her hands on her hips as slight flames bubbled in her throat, “We just met, you know!"

“And yet, you're already calling me 'Daddy'," he replied, his lips curling into a grin, “I'm beginning to think you want to be my pet."

“Grrrrrgh... you..." she smirked, “You're really good at pressing my buttons, Ethan. Almost annoyingly so. Aaah..." walking up again, she placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading them gently, “I guess I have to admit; you're right, I am up to something. Daddy?"

“Yes...?"

“You said earlier that Jonathan's pet – Lori – was a lot like me when she showed up," Nova said, “Tell me... how did that guy iron out of his pet's flaws, hm?"

“Flaws...?" Ethan muttered, confused by Nova's choice of word, “What do you mean..."

“What do you mean, what do I mean?" she replied, “I think my question was rather obvious. You said that Lori was a lot like me, right? What were the words you used? Rude, rowdy, and bossy? Tch! But the girl I saw today was anything but. She was well behaved, a bit of an airhead and a ditz. But she had Jonathan wrapped around her furry finger. So I have to ask... how did he iron out the flaws?"

“I uh... I... hm..." his cheeks... they were so damn red and hot, “I don't know, Nova. I wasn't there."

“Oooooooh... now you're not being the honest one," the dragoness replied, her leg jerking up.

“Hnngghgh!?"

Ethan tensed up, eyes wide and teeth clinched. Nova's knee was rubbing up against his crotch. And, yes, he was as hard as a rock between his legs. It pressed back against the dragoness' thigh, stiffening and getting harder against her touch. Grabbing upon her shoulders, he held himself up as his legs parted, trying his damnedest to keep his lusts in check... and absolutely failing to do so.

“Ooooooh~ I have an idea of how Jonathan did it," Nova said with a grin, “And with how flashy Lori's clothes are, I think you have an idea of how he did it too. She was clearly a very... ahem.. masterful debater_._ I wonder... what sort of things did she do with Jonathan to get like that? Dirty things? Naughty things? Kree!"

“I... I wouldn't say that!" Ethan muttered, his head shaking.

“Face it, Daddy. The idea of dominating some strong beastkin and breaking them beneath your will, is something that turns you on," Nova whispered, her flaming voice tickling his ear, “That's why you're as hard as a diamond right now. The idea of pinning me down is just too much to bare!"

“I... I never said that..." Ethan said as he shook his head, “But you saying it... on some level... hm..." he leered at him, this coy smirk adorning his lips, “Nova... you actually like this. You've been goading me on ever since I got you into Avalon. Calling me Daddy, wearing my bathrobe, even introducing me as your Daddy to Jonathan. Deep down on some level, no matter how much you may deny it, you want this."

Nova looked at him, pulling back as her face appeared incredulous. He did get that she was trying to seduce him, right? She thought it would be easier than this, despite how cold and indifferent Ethan was. All of that taunting on his end wasn't just for show; he had some fire to back up his words.

Well then... game on...

“Do you really think that?" Nova asked as her hand slithered along his cheek and palm, and her tail danced in the air, “Well then, Daddy, I hope you don't mind a showing of dominance. I don't go down so easily."

Nova's grin twisted, becoming a cocky visage to further taunt her 'owner'. But as he had done all through out the day, Ethan did not feel put down by Nova's challenges. He grinned back, and leaned against the dragoness, pressing his chest up to hers. It was a bit difficult considering their difference in height – she was taller than him by a good foot or two – but that didn't stop Ethan in the least bit.

“But you do take it lying down, don't you?" he remarked, making her cock her head, “I have no qualms fighting for something... but if it was easy, then there'd be no point. Making you submit however? That would be anything but easy. And what can I say, I like a challenge."

Again, Nova felt her scales being ruffled by Ethan's abrasive stance. She was just trying to work his wallet open, but now that the air had gotten so much thicker between the two of them, she found it impossible to deny this game. The dragoness' own intrigue was getting the best of her, making her body grow hotter. And a hot dragon may as well heat up an entire room.

“My, my, Daddy... you seem to be playing with fire," Nova teased, her voice gaining this airiness to it, “A man like you, in your position, trying to order around a woman like me? Kreh..." she gently tugged at his hair, “You're lucky I like you, Ethan. Had I not, well, let's just say that things would be quite messy right now."

She wanted to just tease him... taunt him... goad him much like how he'd been toying with her all throughout the day! But instead, her furnace was burning hotter and hotter. Nova even smirked and licked her lips, while Ethan pushed his glasses up on his face.

The dragoness' fire was palpable now; even more so than it had been before. Staring down at her chest, Ethan could practically see the heat which resonated from her form. It drew his hands up, causing him to place them on her sides. Nova didn't fight him off. In fact, she giggled, and wiggled her hips.

Fire means a lot of things. To many, it represents anger, pain, and consumption. But it had a softer side. Passion, grace... sensuality: these thing too were apart of this flame. But that fire? It had to be tamed.

Nova had that fire within her. A flame that had already experienced the heights of pain. A fire that had been battered and abused by the harsh reality of life. Ethan had no idea what her life was before coming to Avalon, but he could relate to her. He could relate to her more than she could ever possibly know.

“Tell me, Daddy... can you play with fire and not get burned?" Nova asked.

Her tone was different. It wasn't as flirtatious, even though it was laced with innuendo. The question was both erotic, and genuine. She needed to know just how deep he'd take this whole 'pet' thing.

Well then...

“I'll have you know..." Ethan said as he rolled up his sleeves, “I am a man of science. I work in a laboratory all the time. So... I have no problems being burned every now and then... heh..." he moved in closer, “Sometime... I even play with it..."

And then he touched her. And, no, this wasn't just a holding or tugging of the hand which he had been doing all day. Nooooo...

Ethan's hands gripped upon the sides of Nova's body. At first they were gentle, but then they began sliding up, coursing upon her soft pajama shirt, and garnering a gasp from her lips. Looking down with hazy eyes, the dragoness watched as he touched her, guiding his hands up... and up... and up...

And then...

“Aaahh~"

Nova's voice got so cute.

Ethan's hands ever so gently gripped her breasts. Squeezing into her chest through her shirt, his fingers sank in as her body pushed back. And such a lovely body; mesmerizing, even. He loved his machines, but that's not to say he didn't understand the beauty of a wonderfully crafted body. Quite the opposite really. He treated his machines like objects, but he treated a woman like a work of art.

Like that of a painter, Ethan's fingers coursed along Nova's lovely tits. He moved them in slowly, and traced his fingers upon her nipples through her shirt. Nipples which had gotten so hard, he could see them standing like towers beneath the garment. Around and around he ran his fingers along her budding towers, before pinching them ever so lightly.

“Nmmph~!"

Nova tensed up, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, as the tension of the situation continued building. The fire in her body just wouldn't go away.

And Ethan? He smiled at such a feeling; of her body reacting too his touches as he groped her so... tenderly. He wasn't rough, wasn't hard, no, he was treating her like she deserved to be treated. Like a lovely fire that has no qualms with burning him, so long as he knew what he was doing.

No... it was more than that. Ethan touched Nova's chest like she was a beautiful flower.

The touches kept fanning the flames of lust within the dragoness, causing her tail to slither upon the floor where it once danced in the air. Keeping her hands on Ethan's shoulder, she used him to keep herself upright, for her legs suddenly felt like jelly.

When was the last time she was touched in such a passionate way by someone else? So long, she nearly forgot.

Ethan's hands toyed with her bust, even through her shirt. If anything, wearing the shirt was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in how it guarded her from the full onslaught of his hands. A curse... because it guarded her from the full onslaught of his hands.

Nova wanted to be the one in control. She wanted to flip the script on him. She wanted to tease him, taunt him, get him wrapped around her finger. But... but...

But...

“Honestly..." Ethan whispered as he leered into her green eyes yet again, “I think you want this as much as I do."

He had her number...

Biting into her bottom lip, Nova closed her eyes and sucked in air through her nose. This was dangerous... very dangerous... but Ethan was right. On some level, she did want this as much as he did. Gosh... even admitting that to herself was frustrating! But she admitted it nonetheless. Felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Daddy..." Nova whispered.

Pulling away, she kept her green eyes locked on Ethan's blue one. Despite the shear vibrancy of her purple scales, he could see the red blush on her face. But he said not a word, instead breathing hard as he watched her fingers move. Never once did Nova look away from Ethan, and nor did he. The two just looked at one another, entranced by the person before them, while her hands undid the buttons of her shirt.

One...

By one...

By one...

As befitting a dragon of her caliber, Nova's figure was without equal. She was tall, her midsection narrow, her hips slender, her shoulders smooth. With her graceful and athletic build, she had a curvy body, especially with this peach-shape buttocks of hers.

And then there's her chest.

'Busty' didn't start to describe. Earlier, Ethan figured they were Double-Ds, maybe Es. Now as he looked at them... were they bigger? Like... Double-Es? Does 'Double-Es' even exist? He should have payed attention to the bras he bought for her.

Eh... it didn't really matter...

Before him were Nova's breasts, exposed as her shirt grew loose on her shoulders. So large and shapely; like luscious tear drops. Her purple scales turned lavender upon her midsection, while ebony nipple capped her luscious tits.

Entrance by her body, Ethan again placed his hands upon her. Up and down he stroked her sides and hips, exploring her more directly now than he did before. They even traced upon her abs, finding particular joy in stroking the sleek ridges of her toned stomach.

A sharp gasp left Nova's lips as the surprisingly tender touch of this human graced her reptilian form. He was a scientist, right? And going by his in-home laboratory, he tinkered with machines on a daily basis! Then why? Why did his hands feel so damn good?

They never touched her too hard, nor did they touch her too weak. If anything, Ethan took his time, getting used to the feel of her body, and quickly learning how firm his touches needed to be in order to bring her pleasure. Nova didn't realize it, but her face would twitch every now and then, and a moan would leave her lips. These slight movements were more than enough to tell him everything.

But it didn't take long for his hands to travel up more. They gripped her breasts, getting a feel for how weighty and heavy they were. They pressed down upon his palms, and filled his hand with tits... almost too much tits, really! The scales here were smoother than everywhere else thus far, and her nipples were hard and rigid to boot. Like tiny, ebony towers they stood free, grace by the cool air of his apartment around them.

Up until Ethan palmed her tits fully...

“Oooh~"

His tender palms pressed against her sensitive nipples, making Nova's body that much hotter. Oh, shit! This was bad! This was very, very bad! Very, very dangerous! She didn't think Ethan would be this good at touching her! She was supposed to be toying with him; not the other way around!

She kept telling herself to bring an end to this. If he went to bed with blue balls, then so be it! She wasn't required to please him; she's not his pet!

But...

If she stopped it now, then she'd be denying herself pleasure as well! Just thinking about it made Nova bite into her bottom lip, mentally warring with herself over whether or not this should keep going or not.

Looking up, Ethan read the dragon's contemplative visage. Heh... he's seen that face many times in his job, though he highly doubted she was struggling to solve some programming mistake. For all of Nova's hardy mannerisms, she certainly struggled with being honest with her feelings. A very guarded woman; she didn't want to share too much of her, even when she so clearly wanted to. What she needed... was guidance.

And Ethan would give that guidance.

Placing his hand on Nova's face, he guided the dragoness in. She didn't hesitate, and followed his movements to the letter. What was going on in that head of hers? Even she struggled to parse thoughts as his head came in closer and closer and closer until--

“Mmmph..."

“Mmmm..."

Ethan's lips pressed to her lips, and Nova's eyes began rolling back.

She's never kissed a human before. It was oddly elating, oddly... satisfying. Ethan's lips felt good against her scales; like resting against a moist blanket. Does that make any sense? The way he firmly pressed against her with his head cocked to one side, casually guided Nova to do likewise. She pressed back with her head cocked too, deepening the kiss, and allowing Ethan to move her mouth open.

Nova's eyes widened and her body shuddered as Ethan's tongue pushed into her mouth. With skill one would not expect of his station, he traced his tongue along her teeth, before pushing it to stroke against her own tongue. Hers was slender and long like a snake, but even it was held hostage by Ethan's stroking tongue. He showed no fear when it came to kissing the dragon, even though she could easily bite him, burn him... or do much worse.

And that courageousness? Oh, Nova felt it through more than just his kiss. A kiss that... last painfully short.

Ethan pulled back, their lips audibly parting from one another with a--

Chu...

Then he looked up at her, peering into her green eyes. Nova was panting softly as she stared back into his pale blue eyes, her hands resting on the wall behind him. She kept Ethan pinned, but... it didn't feel like she had any power at the moment.

Enthralled by Ethan's face, she watched as his hand traveled down his own body, before stopping at his pelvis... and the rather prominent bulge he was sporting between his legs. Tensing up, Nova's breathing quickened as she stared at the ever growing tent he was pitching, but even that felt small. It was more like a tower.

No, no, no! That had to be tunnel vision, right? Ethan couldn't really be that big down there... right? Not to say there's anything wrong with smaller lovers – it is all about skill – but there's a difference from a short human like him, and a hung beastkin she's slept with in the past. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Nova needed to confirm this with her own eyes.

So she got down on her knees, and placed her hands upon his hips. Gentle at first, the dragoness stroked her palms upon Ethan's slacks, while her green eyes continued to drink in the image of his bulge pants. This odor flowed off of his pelvis, an odor she picked up easily with her sensitive nose. This odor was of a randy male!

Again Nova bit on her bottom lip as she finally undid Ethan's belt, unzipped his pants, gripped them by his waist, and then pulled it all down.

Fwip!

Thwap!

“Ah!?"

Huh?

Oh shit...

Now... what is a good length for a human partner? Some would say six inches, right? Some may say even seven. Five is okay, right? That's about average! But that's not what Nova was witnessing before her. The length currently hanging above her face wasn't five, or six, or seven, or even eight.

If she had to go by eyesight alone – and she'll admit, she may be l_ow-balling_ him here a bit – she'd say Ethan's cock was... ten inches. Ten solid inches.

It stood tall before her, lacking any sort of aid in doing so. Wide and thick, it pulsated and throbbed with this burning vitality and energy to it. This was the kind of penis that would hurt any lesser being if Ethan tried hard enough to! Good thing Nova was a dragon, right? If she wasn't, this might be a problem!

But considering how coy and casual Ethan was being right now, this might still be a problem...

“Is something wrong?" he asked in a taunting manner, “This isn't too much for a dragon like you, is it?"

Pouting immediately, Nova gazed away from Ethan's cock to instead stare him in his grinning face. Where the fuck did he get off saying such a thing like that to her? What? He didn't think she could handle this? Well she'll show him!?

Still pouting and leering at him, Nova's hand wrapped around Ethan's dick, holding it hostage in her smooth, slender and strong fingers. Up and down she stroked him of, jerking her palm from the shaft, to the tip, and back again. Every run of her hand traced every inch of his length, getting a feel of his bumps, his ridges, and those veins. Those many, many, veins.

Looking back down, Nova again came face to face with Ethan's dick. From the slit oozed his clear precum, which streaked down the bottom of his dick, and tracked upon her fingers. It was so sticky, so gooey, and so surprisingly hot as well.

The faster she pumped her hand on his dick, the more precum he seemed to produce. Flinching, Nova wondered just how much cum was stored in those balls of his. Those big, hefty balls; balls appropriate for the cock he was sporting between his legs. If that shot inside of her, it would knock her up, no doubt.

Beastkin though she may be, cross-breeding with humans wasn't out of the question. Sure, it would be a bit hard in some cases, but she had no doubts that if Ethan really, really pounded away into her, she'd be bred like some farm animal.

Fuck... that made her pussy tremble.

Opening her mouth, Nova's slender, serpentine tongue extended from her mouth. Moving with expert skill, the lusty dragoness stroked her tongue upon the underside of his cock, then flicked it up. It easily traveled along the ridge on the underside of Ethan's cock, where it came to the bulbous head. Swirling around it, Nova then clinched in, squeezing the head of penis, and drawing a gasp from his lips.

“Haaah... that's it..." Ethan whispered, his cool tone giving way to a deep moan... a deep moan that made Nova's ears twitch.

What was this? She was getting off on the sound of his voice? Why did she care so damn much? She just wanted to make him weak in the knees, to quake before her sexual might! But not only did Ethan stand tall, it was Nova who was trembling like some nubile virgin!

Ruminations traveled throughout her scaly form as she wrapped her lips around his cock. The salty and bitter flavor of his sweat body immediately filled into her mouth. Moaning around him, she pushed his throbbing length even deeper into her maw; plucking her teeth upon his sensitive flesh, and cradling the underside of his dick with her serpentine tongue.

The heat and moistness of her maw wrapped around his dick. Spit tangled it, teeth teased it, and the warmth cradled him, all of which working together to draw moans from Ethan's lips. His head hung back briefly, before he stepped forward, pushing more of his cock into Nova's awaiting mouth.

Her eyes widened as his burly member started teasing her throat, much to her surprise. Was he going to fuck her mouth? Why did that thought make her so damn wet!? Her horns were right there, just waiting to be grabbed upon like a pair of handlebars! In fact, Ethan did grab one of her ebony spires, gripping it tight into his hand.

But he didn't pull her down deeper on his cock, nor did he thrust forward with his hips to take her throat. No, he just held on her, nice and firm, squeezing upon her horns as Nova sat there. Looking him in the face, she waited for Ethan to do something – anything – but he didn't. HE remained still, with only the hold on her horn remaining.

Oooooh... she got it now...

Back and forth, Nova guided her head upon Ethan's cock. Her lips were pursed tight around his girthy member, sucking on it with a vacuum force akin to how she'd suck on a straw. Pulling on his length drew more precum, staining her tongue and teeth with its seemingly endless syrup.

“Mmph! Mmmph! Mmm! Mmm! Mm! Mmph!"

Her muffled moans filled the air, drawing soft panting noises from Ethan's lips. His grip would tighten around her horn, but again, he never forced her down on his cock. He didn't need to force her down on his cock. Nova did that all on her own.

“Glllp! Ggglgmph!?"

Her eyes squeezed shut and drool sputtered from her lips as she pushed herself down deeper on his cock. Being a reptile, her mouth was malleable enough to open up wider, taking his massive member into her throat with relative ease. Or so she thought.

Ethan's dick was just so damn big! She really needed to let her jaw hang loose and her throat open up, or else she'd just choke herself on his cock! Well... choke herself more on his cock. It was difficult to breath, as her senses were all dominated by Ethan's and his length. She could only taste him, could only smell him, could only see him, could only hear him, could only feel him. And rapidly, his body was becoming a drug she could not deny.

“Glp! Glp! Glllp!"

“Aaaaaaah...!"

Lewd, lustful and loud gulping noises echoed from Nova's mouth as she doubled-down on her intense fellatio. Ethan could feel her throat tighten around his cock, squeezing it tight within her hungry grasp. The precum was drawn straight from the tip and into her awaiting mouth, but that wasn't good enough for Nova.

She... needed... EVERYTHING!

And Ethan was going to give it to her.

Suddenly grabbing hard upon Nova's horn, he drew his hips back, and--

PAT!!!

“GGMMPHPHH!?"

Her eyes grew twice as wide. Within her mouth, she felt Ethan's cock sputter and twitch, growing even stiffer. But nothing compared to the heat. This rising heat that traveled from the shaft to the tip, rising, rising, rising, rising, rising...

And exploding...

“MMMMPHHH!?"

Ethan... must have been backed up.

In Nova's mouth, there was a downright explosion of cum. It roared from his dick like a mighty bomb, flooding every inch of the dragon's mouth with sperm. Nothing was left spared; all of it was painted white. The gooey seed shot so deep, it pushed straight into Nova's throat!

She choked on his cock, wheezed on his cock but Ethan never pulled her free. His grasp on her horn remained firm an rigid, forcing her to take every inch of his dick and cum as it came. He held all the power; she could do nothing but take it.

Take it like a good girl.

His spicy cum dominated Nova's sense of taste and smell. I danced on her tongue, and the odor flooded her nostrils, making her incapable of thinking about anything but cum! Her pussy was as wet as could be, and her eyes were rolling back as this sense of mind-numbing elation took hold of her body.

Why bother thinking about anything? Just focus on the pleasure...

As his cum mixed with Nova's spit to cradle his dick, Ethan slowly pulled his length out of the dragoness' mouth. She didn't fight him, not to keep him in or to pull him off. Her mind was too dazed to think, let alone care. His length drew out of her mouth like a sword pulling from its scabbard, and when it fully came out...

“Aaah..."

Thick bridges of cum hung from Nova's lips as Ethan's cock left her. And just for added flavor, a few more spurts of seed shot out from his dick, splattering upon her face and painting once purple scales white. Then he released his grasp on her horn, and Nova fell back.

Resting upon the floor as her wings fanned out beneath her, the dazed dragoness faced the ceiling as her eyes rolled back. Cum. All she tasted, smelled, and even felt was cum. Ethan's cum. It was salty, and bitter, but while she usually hated bitter tasting things, this was... good? Oh, it was better than good; it was amazing!

Closing her mouth, Nova swallowed down the globules of cum which stuck to mouth and throat. Its heat traveled sinfully down her body, and she swore she felt her inner core heat up a degrees from his seed alone.

If it wasn't obvious before, then it was blatant now; Nova was fucking wet! Her panties clung to her folds so close, that one could see the pink outline of her labia through the now shear garment. The sight of it made Ethan lick his lips.

Leaning over, he got down on his knees before the dragoness, his eyes attracted to her stunning body. Placing his hand upon her thigh, he caused a twitch to ruminate through Nova's form, But she didn't move more than that; still being dazed by her thorough mouth-fucking.

Around and around in circles, Ethan danced his fingers upon Nova's thigh. Again she twitched, this time propping herself up on her arms. 'What are you doing?' she mouthed in a confused manner, though no words actually left her lips. Instead she watched as he so tenderly stroked her body, working open her legs more and more.

These powerful, muscular thighs. Not overtly chiseled like some bodybuilder, but instead adding to her graceful and athletic form. So tone and strong, Ethan had no doubts she could crush certain fruits with these thighs of hers. They glistened in the light thanks to her feminine nectar, which oozed down her legs in rivulets.

More and more Ethan touched her, explored her, pleased her, garnering sultry moans from her lustful lips. Nova tried to stifle her voice – she even bit into her bottom lip to stop them outright – but that only caused her body more distress. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, to let Ethan know just how good he was making her feel!?

“Fuck~! Daddy!? Mmmph!" she moaned out, cutting her voice off by placing her arm over her mouth.

But it was too late. He knew and she knew that this made her feel good. No, it made her feel fucking good! Nova could barely contain the rumbles that traveled from her thighs up to her brain, nor could she hide the hearts that bounced in her eyes.

Wait... hearts? Was Ethan just seeing things, or is this a dragon thing?

Whatever...

His hands traced upon Nova's hips, coming to the thin waistband of her panties. Pinching them, he slowly dragged the lacy red garment down her thighs and legs, unleashing the raw odor of her feminine scent upon doing so. He didn't know what a dragon would smell like, until now that is. And what is it that Nova's scent reminded him of?

Warm summer days. Yeah, that's it...

Tossing Nova's panties aside, Ethan stared down upon the dragoness' body... his dragoness' body. She looked back up at him, her lips forming a kooky smile as her hands stroked down her stomach. Fingers traced along abs, before coming down to her mound, where she formed a 'v' over her cunt with her hand. Spreading apart her folds, Nova offered Ethan a deep, plunging view into her deepest recesses.

She was presenting to him, in her own, special way. Did Nova realize how whorish and needy she looked right now? Did she even care? Ethan didn't.

Wait, Nova was presenting everything before him, right? At the very least, he should do the same.

Raising his hand, Ethan undid the buttons of his shirt; one by one by one. Once it grew slack on his body, he pulled it off and tossed it aside, discarding it like he did Nova's panties. And... ah...

He was a scientist, right? Then why was he surprisingly toned? Not ripped or overly muscular or something like that, but this body was a well-maintained one. Ethan took care of himself, and it showed. Broad chest, flat stomach, slender build: perhaps nothing to sing praises about, but nothing to shake a stick at either.

As his body came in close, a gasp of awe left Nova's lips. He was so small compared to her, and yet he carried himself with this sense of professionalism. This extended even to his sexual prowess. Moving in closer, Ethan loomed over his dragoness, allowing her to marvel at his body. At first she was hesitant, but then she reached up and placed her hands upon his naked body.

Gently, Nova explored Ethan's body as he had explored hers; with slow, stroking hands. She's never touched a human before. There was no fur here, nor scales, not even feathers. It was just flesh. Smooth, malleable flesh.

“Wow..."

Ethan said not a word, instead coming in closer... and then dropping head first right into Nova's tits with an audible--

Plap!

“Oh~?"

He nuzzled his head into the valley of her breasts, groaning as her soft chest cradled him. Their smooth scales stroked upon his head, while the heat beneath felt better than any pillow or bed. Groaning into Nova's body, Ethan brought up his hands and hugged her breasts around his head, before squeezing them in.

A high-pitch gasp left her lips as the lustful scientist groped her body so hungrily. The desire and need he had for her was obvious; Ethan even humped, and grounded his cock against Nova's sopping folds. The feeling of his burly length pressing to her moist mound, coaxed a high-pitched squeal from her lips. She couldn't even believe she was capable of making such noises! But Ethan was teaching her things about her body that not even she knew!

Clutching upon Nova's tits, he pushed them together, his eyes locked upon her delicious nipples. Mouth open wide, he captured them between his lips, and suckled passionately upon them. Hungry, slurping moans left his lips, as drool and spit streaked down the curvature of Nova's bosom. Incapable of keeping her voice in anymore, the dragoness bit upon her finger, and let loose shameless moans from her lips. Her face was a twisting visage of pleasure, one broken up occasionally by moans that grew louder and louder.

From her chest to her stomach, Ethan led a trail of kisses down Nova's body. When he came to her abs, he made sure to give them special attention. He licked them... kissed them... ave them a shine in the light of his living room... and then he dipped down even lower.

Placing his hands on Nova's thighs, Ethan spread her legs apart to once again unveil her pussy. And like before, she hid nothing from him.

He looked down, marveling at her glistening womanhood as nectar oozed out upon his floor. Again, the warm scent tickled his nose, nd the sight made his mouth water. Ethan dipped his head down.

“Mmmph!"

“OH-HOOH~~~!"

His mouth pressed to her folds, slurping up her juices like it was jelly. Sure as hell was thick like jelly! It flooded into his awaiting mouth, making him moan into her body. The taste was exquisite, being hard and flavorful, like a spicy beer. And like a beer, the more Ethan drank, the more intoxicated he became! He moved in, forcing Nova's legs up to present even more of her pussy. When he pulled back, thick strands of spit and juices hung from his lips to her mound, ones that broke as he pulled away... only to delve back in.

“MMMPH!"

“AAH!? D-DADDY!? NYYAAAHHNNN!!!"

Again Ethan pressed into her pussy, but this time so that his tongue could get the rawest taste of her possible. Spreading open her folds, he pushed his tongue inside of her core, scraping it along her vaginal walls. Nova's pussy was twice as flavorful inside as it was outside. Like he was dining on a ripen fruit that was at max freshness.

So... fucking... good...

The dragoness' hot nectar oozed down into his maw, leaving her shuddering as her pleasures belt to a fever pitch. Her hips were convulsing, twitching up and running upon Ethan's face as he ate her out; deeper... deeper... deeper! Gritting her teeth, slight tears began running down Nova's eyes as she came closer and closer to that blissful climax!

“Daddddyyyy~!" she groaned, “Nyaaaahh~! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Da--" Pop! “Ah? D-Daddy...?"

He... stopped?

Why did Ethan stop!?

Looking down, Nova gave him a shocked expression, confusion and desperation blatant in her wide eyes. She was this close to pleading outright for her release, but Ethan kept rising up. Gripping his thick member by the base, he pressed it up to her sopping folds, silencing Nova before she could say a word.

But even now, just shy of the ultimate act, Ethan still felt the need to tease her.

He didn't push his cock inside of her right away, no, no, he instead rubbed the head of his dick against her sopping folds. Up, down, up, down, he stroked at her cunt, getting a feel for her soft pussy as his thick head ground against it. The touch was so extreme, that Nova could only bite her bottom lip in barely restrained tension, desperate to finally feel him thrust inside.

“Daaaaddddyyyy~~~!" she groaned through gritted teeth, “Pleeeeaaaaaassseee!"

Such a cute, desperate little pet.

Fortunately for Nova, Ethan didn't torture her for long. Pushing his cock down, he found the entrance to her pussy, then pushed his length inside. Letting out a cooing moan, the dragoness watched as her Daddy's cock speared her folds, and sank in, inch, by inch, by inch.

The best thing about reptiles? They have very resilient and elastic skin. No matter how big a partner is, or how often one is used, they will always be sinfully snug. Always. To Ethan, Nova would feel like a tailor-made glove. A wet, steamy, hot, tailor-made glove.

Ethan wouldn't stop his descent until he was resting flush against her, his cock buried hilt-deep into her tight cunt. It took a few moments for her to adjust to his size; it had been a while since she's had a such a gifted partner.

“Hnnngg~!" Nova moaned out as her hand stroked upon her lower abdomen, feeling him widen out her canal within, “Fuuuck... Daaaddyyyy...! Hgngnn! Y-you put my favorite toy to shame... nyaaaahh~!"

Her eyes were dazed, awash with lust as she rested her hands beside her head. The boisterous and hardy face Nova owned all throughout the day, was nowhere to be seen now. Instead she appeared small, meek... submissive. Her chest raised with panting breaths, her cheeks were red with a glowing blush, and she looked upon Ethan like how one would stare at their superior. Even her tongue hung out of her open mouth!

But nothing was as noticeable as her green eyes. Right there in the center, instead of being slits, Ethan swore that Nova's pupils were tiny, pink, hearts.

His cock easily pushed into her depths, kissing up to her womb. If he thrusted hard enough, Nova had no doubts that he could perhaps breach her cervix. Feeling his length press against her tight, vaginal walls, the dragoness shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure befell her. She could feel every inch of his dick press up against every inch of her pussy, and then some! It was so finite, that even the pubic hairs on Ethan's crotch tickled her pelvis

The feeling was mutual.

Nova's tight cunt milked his dick, squeezing and stroking it; again and again and again. Groaning audibly, groaning deeply, Ethan leaned over more into the dragoness, pinning her to the floor as his hands fell besides her head. She still had those hearts in her eyes, still gave panting breaths of lust and need. And her pussy clinched.

“Daddy..." Nova whispered.

Ah... yeah, that's nice.

Daddy.

Ethan didn't think he'd have that kind of kink inside of him, but hearing her say it like this? Ooooh, it felt so goooooood.

His length gave a needy throb within her pussy, the head of it pushing against the distant barrier that is her womb. At first, Ethan remained immobile, content to ride out the pleasure of feeling her pussy stroke and squeeze on his cock. Ah, the feeling of sex. Oh, no, not just sex; sex with a dragon. She was so much hotter, her pussy so much tighter, and pulled him in deeper. Unless he made a machine specifically meant for sex, nothing would ever compare to this feeling! And even then, he doubted some machine could ever compare to this!

Nova was such a beautiful dragon! With the sunlight gleaming through his balcony glass doors, it shot rays of light upon Nova that illuminated her lovely, sexy, divine features. From her flawless figure, to her amazing tits that raised and lowered with her every breath, her vibrant wings which fanned out on the floor, and those glowing green eyes with hearts in them: she was like a beautiful portrait that needed, nay, demanded to be marveled at!

But Ethan? Oh, Ethan was a very selfish man. Nova was his, and his alone. He'd share her with no one.

Okay... admiring time over.

Pat!

“Nyoooh~!?"

Nova's eyes widened and mouth formed into a tight 'o'. With one thrust, Ethan's cock pushed even deeper into her body, before sliding back out to the entrance. There was quite a bit of force in his thrust, sending a wave up her body that caused her tits to bounce! His eyes shined t the sight, but it was clear he wanted more. Watching her breasts bounce was amazing yes, but he wanted to watch all of her bounce! Herr breasts, her hair, her ass even! And he was poised to make it happen!

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Nyyaaah ~~! Hyaaaaahnnn~! D-Daaaddyyyy~~~! Nyaaaahh~!"

Damn, did she bounce. Her frame had muscle tone, and flesh that was taut as it hugged her body closely. But she had plenty of meat that gave the most satisfying bounce to her body. Hell, the simple act of walking alone gave her chest and rear a nice and light teasing bounce. But now, in the throes of sex, she was bouncing with abundance that demanded admiration! A bounce that begged to be groped and kneaded!

Ethan put up a steady pace, thrusting his cock in and out of Nova's pussy with ease and control. It wasn't too fast, wasn't too strong either; it was juuuuuuust right from the beginning! His cock scraped along her inner walls, pushing up to her womb, then pulling back. Pushing up in, pulling back out. Over and over and over again! And all the while, he stared down upon her, drinking in the sight of Nova's face as it twisted with pleasure.

And it spoke volumes.

Every thrust of Ethan's cock not only brought whorish moans from Nova's lips, but also made her eyes squint in and roll back. Her mind was ebbing, fading into nothing but blank thoughts as pleasure overwhelmed her. His cock wasn't sharp or barbed, didn't even have a knot like a fellow dragon's would. But that didn't stop it from feeling so damn good! This intense pounding made her pussy tighten around him more and more, but it never broke Ethan's rhythm! The pace remained steady, until it got harder.

PAT!!!

“GYAAH!?"

And faster...

PATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Pleasure! Pure, intense, pleasure! Ethan's cock shot in and out of her like a piston made of flesh, pounding and pounding and pounding to the point that Nova feared she'd be sent flying across the floor! That is if she could think much...

The dragoness bit into her bottom lip, growling as the tension overwhelmed her. With every following thrust, his cock carved her pussy out in its shape! Not only had Ethan painted her face white with his seed, but now he was aiming to do the same with her pussy! She could feel it. She could feel it! She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of her, as if to say...

You're mine...

Now, let it be known that a release from him in this state would ensure that it all went right into her womb. And dragons... are very, very fertile. In fact, they have the highest success chance when cross-breeding, despite their rarity. Dragons – both male and female – are nearly compatible with almost any race, any species. So unless measures were taken to void it, this tryst may very well bear fruit.

Nova knew this. Ethan knew this. But he made it clear he wasn't going to stop until he unleashed his seed. But here's the thing; he so very small. She could easily push him back, force him to stop, do damn near anything! It wouldn't be too hard, would it?

But...

But...

There was a primal instinct in Nova. It was somewhere deep, and she rebelled against it, but right here and now, it was glaringly obvious. With her eyes with hearts as they rolled back, and her tongue hanging loose from her open mouth, she gave in to the need to submit to a powerful male. And Ethan was that powerful male. Like an alpha claiming his bitch. She buckled beneath his body, as eager and wanton need drugging her mind. Her once whorish moan shifted into soft, plaintive whimpers beneath his thrusts.

But she wanted more.

Even her body was working in tandem with her primal need for seed! By now, her pussy was giving off this delectably wet 'Squelch!' with each inward thrust, and a small amount of suction upon withdrawal thanks to her nearly air-tight seal. How was Ethan supposed to pull away when her cunt was practically holding his dick hostage!?

But even with all of this, Nova still had enough wherewithal to place her arms upon his shoulders... and hug him. She wrapped her arms around Ethan, and locked her legs around his waist, desiring to take all he had to offer her! Each inward thrust was met with a downward buck of her own, and a clinch of hr legs to get that little bit of extra force. Her head then lowered down to him, looking Ethan in his eyes as if to blatant flash the hearts she showed on full display. He could tell what she was thinking without her even saying so.

Give it to me.

Yeah... that's it. That's what her eyes were saying. No, not just her eyes; her entire body was screaming this! She wanted this just as much as he did!

Just. As. Much.

“Nngh!"

Ethan gave a grunt, his body pushing hard against Nova. His chest met her chest, his nose pressed up to her snout, and his cock buried as deep into her snatch as could go. For a moment, he sat there... and then he pulled his hips back.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Ethan slammed his long and thick cock in and out of Nova's sweltering cunt, the lewd squelching noises echoing off the walls like music to his ears. The scientist was an absolute beast as he clinched his teeth, while his blue eyes gazed upon the dragoness' face. He didn't move, didn't budge, didn't turn away from her face, even though he really wished to see how violently her breasts were bouncing from his impacts. But right here and right now? Not even that mattered.

His heavy balls began to contract, as the flowing, rushing need to breed surged straight through his brain. If Nova saw Ethan as an alpha – if even for a few moments – then the same could be said for him. He saw her as his bitch, one who was in desperate need to be bred.

“Haaaa... nnmph... N-Nova..." he whispered.

It was just a prelude for what he did next.

THWAP!

“Nnngh!"

“NNNHYAAAAAHHH~~~!"

With a monstrous grunt and a powerful slam, Ethan slammed his cock balls-deep inside of Nova, his length kissing right up to her cervix. At first... nothing happened...

And then warmth. An entirely different warmth at that. Ethan began to pump his seed deep inside of the dragoness, shooting off blast after blast of his virile, heated cum. He bit his bottom lip as he did so, his blue eyes closing shut. All the while, he tanked in more. And more... and more... and mooorreee...

And Nova? Nova caved, right then and there.

Her body craved every drop. To be claimed, tamed, and bred. In truth, as much as she verbally opposed the idea, she secretly wanted it. To be shown where her place is, and have her knocked down a peg or two. Her fire burned wildly in a blaze, but if not controlled with a skilled hand, it would burn itself out.

It drove her wild with desire as her internally conflicting needs clashed. Her fire surging up to wrest control back, but at the same time, it was being dragged down by her wishes to let it happen. In her mind, she clearly saw him as her superior, and saw herself as his bitch.

Nova couldn't take it anymore. Crossing that peak of pleasure, she toed her head back, and let out a needy, whorish moan of ecstasy. As Ethan finally claimed her as his, she shivered, then let out a roar of bliss as she climaxed around his length. Her pussy clamped down hard like a vice, milking his dick off for the last bit of seed still left in his balls. She wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, not until he was completely drained.

The hungry blaze burning away within her loins, was suddenly quenched under the release of his sticky seed. It was so furious, one might almost see steam flowing from their combined fluids. But even then, Nova didn't release him. Quite the opposite; her legs clamped down upon his rear and pulled him in deeper, ensuring that every drop went right inside.

Their once roaring sex was suddenly silent. Neither Ethan nor Nova said a word, instead looking at one another. He was panting, a layer of sweat having formed on his body following their intense tryst. And she was panting too, while her heart-shaped eyes stared at his face.

Pulling his hand away from her side, Ethan gently stroked his fingers along Nova's jawline. She didn't fight back, allowing him to maneuver her head in anyway he saw fit. For a brief moment, a rush of power funneled through Ethan. This dragoness was obeying him without a moment's hesitation. There were no doubt a hundred – a thousand – things he could get Nova to do, and she'd do it!

But right now? Right now...

“Mmmph..."

“Nmmm~"

He kissed her, his tongue squirming into her mouth fully. She kissed back, moaning lustfully as her tongue lazily stroked against his own. It was slow and passionate, as mouths danced and tongues swirled. But it only went on for a few moment, and when Ethan pulled back...

“Haaah...

“Aaahnnn~"

A bridge of spit hung between their tongues, which broke as he finally moved far enough away. Softly drawing back with his hips, Ethan drew a whimper from Nova's lips, but she didn't stop him. Inch by inch his cock pulled free from her cunt, and with one last and loud,

POP!

His cock left her... and brought a bridge of seed and pussy juices along with it. Looking down, Ethan marveled as his handiwork, as his cum slid out of Nova's pussy in a sinful cocktail of bodily fluids. She looked down to, feeling like she was floating in a dream. Never had she been creampied before, and certainly not by such a virile lover. It was odd, really, feeling Ethan's cum seap her folds. But... she didn't dislike it. Quite the opposite.

Nova loved it.

In her mind, she imagined being filled to the brim, and then some. Maybe even enough to give her a swell in her belly. Or perhaps this mental image were of the eggs he no doubt gave her. Whatever...

The dragoness only knew one thing now: she was not going back to the outer rim any time soon.

“Nova..." Ethan whispered, making her ears twitch.

“Yes, Daddy...?"

“Haaah... the dinner's here..."

“Oh... right..."

…

“Mmgrrrgggrrrgg!"

“Hm? Nomph... mmph... Nova...?"

“Grrrrgg! Mrrgrrgrr!!!"

“Nomph... nomph... Nova..."

“Grrrrrrr! Grrrrrgrgrrrr!"

“Nova... you're dinner's gonna get cold."

“I'm not fucking hungry, okay!?"

Her shout rocked the dining table, making the plates and utensils shake. But the man who stood opposite of her, gave a teasing smirk.

Following their heated tryst on the living room floor, Ethan and Nova finally got their dinner. It was something hot, with a lot of fish and chicken swimming about with noodles and various other pasta. In a steaming box, it came from some place called 'Agnea's Bistro' or whatever. Nova was too busy fuming to care.

They hastily threw back on their clothes following their spirited fuck. Ethan with his slacks on and shirt lazily buttoned up on his chest, and Nova with her pajama shirt on... though she didn't even bother to button it up. Why bother? Who fucking cares? He already saw her naked!

Seriously, what the hell!? She was just going to seduce him, ya'know? Try and play the role of a submissive little pet, so that Ethan would bump up the allowance on her Pet Card! But nooo! No, no, no! Somehow, she was the one who got seduced! And then fucked! And then fucked haaarrrrd!

Nova didn't know what was worse! Getting creampied, or admitting to the fact that she wanted to get creampied again. That was without a doubt the best sex she's ever had! And it wasn't from some wolf, or a hung horse, or even a fellow dragon! No, it was this human! This tiny, bespectacled, indifferent human! He was the one who bred her like a damn bitch.

Fucking perfect...

“I can't believe you did that to me, Ethan!" Nova shouted as she looked at him, “This is a trial run, remember? I'm not your fucking pet!"

“Oh yeah, it's all my fault," the scientist replied sarcastically, “I was totally the one who made you call me 'Daddy'..."

“Shut up..."

“And I was the one who willingly opened your legs for me..."

“Shut up!"

“And I totally clamped your legs around my waist. Gosh, I'm just the worse!"

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! OKAY, I GET IT!!! Uggghh...!"

“Heh... heh heh... hahah hahahahahaa!!!"

Nova looked up, leering sharply at Ethan as he laughed. And when he saw her anger-filled eyes, and her pouting lips, that only served to make him laugh more! But that he wasn't actually laughing at her. Sure, she thought so, and to a certain degree he was, but in reality, he was laughing more at their situation. They both were so adverse to the idea of this 'master/pet' situation, that they agreed to only try it out for a short while. A 'trial run', as they called it, and if it didn't work out, well, that was that! But now – after all of this – Ethan knew he'd never let Nova go. And while she may appear abrasive – such as right now – he knew the feeling was mutual.

“What's so funny, Daddy?" the dragoness growled through gritted teeth.

But he wasn't going to tease her over this. Maybe later, but not now. Instead he looked up, his once grinning face melting into something... softer. His blue eyes looked up at her, his expression beamed this love and warmth, and he even reached out to grab her hand. Feeling his thumb stroke upon the back of her hand, Nova let out a defiant gasp... before blushing and looking away.

“You... are so beautiful Nova," Ethan said, to which she shook her head.

“Th... that's not gonna... that's... that's..." she blushed even more, before grabbing her hair, “L-look! This trial run's not over yet! I still haven't decided on staying yet, you got that? So don't go on thinking that I'll bend over whenever you get horny!"

Ethan smiled.

“Of course, Nova."

“Well then..." she crossed her arms, still blushing as she puffed out her cheeks, “Good... that's good... hmph!"

“So that means... you don't want to sleep with me in my bed today?"

Nova flinched.

“Fuck..."