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Had he been able to read anthro writing, Hueroc would not have been at all amused to know that the sign on the building nearest to his territory read Skyline Dragon Reserve. (He would have been more pleased by all of the "DANGER - DRAGON - DO NOT ENTER" and "NO TRESPASSING" signs that ringed the area.) Instead, he was displeased by the anthros themselves, who insisted on ambushing him on his territory once or twice a year with a tranquilizer gun so they could tie him down, jab him with needles and prod him with various inexplicable implements, and rub odd-tasting substances on his teeth.

Anthros were very strange creatures, he had long ago decided, and best avoided, if only they would avoid him in turn.

But on this day that was not to be, for the reserve headquarters cottage had received a guest: Izefia, a mythozoologist with interest in making use of the reserve's resident dragon for one of her studies. After brief discussion about what procedures to follow and the materials required, she and two of the reserve's rangers set out to find the great beast, who thought it an excellent day to fly over the tree-covered mountains, bright green in late spring and teeming with prey to hunt, until right about the time he'd landed to sniff out a trail and a dart hissed into his haunch.

He whirled in the direction the dart had come from, roaring his displeasure, but though his eyesight was excellent he couldn't seem to pick out their camouflaged hideaway at first. He snatched the feathery tuft at the end of the dart in his teeth to yank it out and briefly considered flying off, just to make things harder for them out of spite in the spare few minutes he had before the sedatives kicked in, but in the end chose to snarl and stomp in their direction to give the bipeds a piece of his mind before they went ahead with whatever nonsense they intended for him. His nose soon picked up a trio of scents, and he followed them quickly to their source, a net-draped shack against the side of a tree up around the height of his shoulder.

[i]"What[/i] do you want now!" he bellowed at them. "Leave me alone already!"

The two wearing camouflage in front he recognized from previous encounters; one held the dart rifle, while the other had reached for an electric prod when he'd come so close, and he eyed her warily. But it was the unfamiliar tan-feathered anthro in more colorful clothes behind them who spoke up in a cheerful voice. "Hello! You must be Hueroc! I'm Izefia, mythozoologist. Pleased to meet you."

Hueroc directed his scowl to her, his wings mantling up a little. He [i]could[/i] bite them, but he'd probably get zapped for it, and last time he'd managed to draw a little blood they'd made him wear a cage muzzle for [i]far[/i] too long, so he settled for a low roar that showed off his fangs admirably. "If you're the one that told them to shoot me with that sleep dart then [i]I'm[/i] not pleased at all! Why don't you anthros ever try just asking me for something?"

"Because it doesn't work," said the cat with the rifle.

"Either you fly away, or you roar and knock someone down and [i]then[/i] fly away," agreed the ferret.

"I also understand you're a bit of a bite risk! So it seemed wise to take precautions, just in case, but since you're gonna be nodding off in a couple more minutes anyway we could just try how asking nice [i]could[/i] have gone." Izefia reached into a large pack by her feet and grunted with effort as she hefted a familiar firm black rubber ball, as well she might: the gag was bigger around than her head and surely heavy for anyone their size, its straps dangling back down to the floor of their hunting blind. "This will give your jaws something to work on, want to let us put it on you? Ought to satisfy that biting habit while we get the data I'm after."

Baring his teeth, Hueroc reared and put his front paws on the edge of their wooden platform so he could bring his head down close from above them, which just felt like the proper way to threaten the smaller creatures. The wood creaked under his substantial weight and it was gratifying to see the three of them retreat as far as they could without falling off, though the ferret raised her prod defensively towards him while he snarled his retort. "Of course not! See, I fly away because whenever I see you scurrying around it's because you always have something unpleasant for me in mind."

The trees around them swayed a little, and he set all four paws back down on the ground to steady himself. Ugh, the tranquilizer was starting to hit, and he'd hardly even started on all the angry ranting they deserved. "Because if it [i]was[/i] pleasant, I'm sure you wouldn't feel the need to tie me up for it."

"It's better to be sure, when dealing with someone as large as you! I've spent lots of time with dragons and other big creatures, I know sometimes your instincts can take over and when it happens we are a little smaller and more breakable, so it pays to take precautions. But I bet you might find what I'm studying today quite pleasurable indeed, so there's no need to get all riled up."

Though he could feel his wings and his neck growing heavier by the second, he fought to maintain a suspicious glare in her direction as long as he could. "Somehow I doubt that," he hissed.

"We'll see! Just take it easy now, that's it, big guy. Don't fight it..."

It took him a long moment to realize his legs had folded beneath him and he'd slumped to the ground; the sedatives were hitting his mind now as well, slowing his thoughts to a crawl to match the calming of his great pounding heart, the strength draining from his limbs... Darkness began to crawl into the edges of his vision, and whatever the anthros were saying grew indistinct, as he managed a final low rumbly growl at them before sinking into a stupor.

Thanks to his anxiety resisting the sedative, Hueroc didn't fall completely asleep, but he was limp and motionless as if he had, his eyes half-lidded and hardly even following the motion of the anthros as they took their opportunity to restrain him. The promised ball gag was buckled into his jaws, his forelegs roped to his neck, a sturdy bar went between his ankles, and least expected was a metal belt fit around his hips, pressed cool and solid against sensitive areas. Then it was just time to wait for him to return to sensibility, and as he stirred, the anthros helped him to his feet: in a very awkward position, with his front legs forced to bend and keep his chest on the ground while his hind legs extended to prop up his hindquarters, and they only made it more so when his tail was roped to a sturdy broad tree branch to keep it lifted!

So all that was left to do was glower at the three of them, fire returning to his now-muffled growl along with his faculties. "Rrrrmg. Wwllmm?" he mumbled at them.

"Ah good, you're back!" Izefia clapped her hands together. "Thank you for taking part in today's data gathering," she said, as if he'd chosen to be involved, then glanced at the other anthros. "Does he have any partners you're aware of? You mentioned it's a bit of distance to the next reserve."

"Not that we've seen," said the cat. "And flight tracking--" he started, before an elbow from the ferret cut him off.

Izefia started to circle him; he awkwardly turned his head to follow, but he couldn't easily move to keep her in front of him with his limbs bound. "I see. In that case, Hueroc, I think you might be thanking me in return by the time we're finished! If a lack of partners means you're a little pent up, anyway," she giggled, and he flinched and made an uncertain noise when the tips of her blunt claws teased the sensitive scales to either side of the belt fixed between his hind legs, blocking access to his slit. At once his body responded--attempted to--and his tip pressed against the belt's interior; the resulting trapped ache in his slit made him squirm, to no avail. "Because I'd like to run a test on draconic orgasm."

[i]That[/i] was hardly expected! He squirmed and made another confused sound, then worked his jaws around the ball that fit between his teeth--where he couldn't [i]actually[/i] get his fangs into it, no matter what she'd said before--and growled at her. "Hhmf yhn whnnm mmmnk mm cmmf ffhn whhn dmmd yhh llmk mmph mmm fffllnn?" he protested, and when she stroked between his legs and nothing actually made it to his slit he squirmed and twisted his hips pointedly as if to point out how difficult she'd made such a task!

The dragon-styled plug she hefted next was larger in girth than her own thigh and thus looked massive at first; when he saw it in comparison to his own body it didn't seem quite so intimidating, but it still made him try to snarl at her around his gag, which he only did again when his expression made her giggle. "I've seen plenty of dragons cum [i]that[/i] way! With you we're going to try something different, and see how the intensity compares. Anthros say this way can be [i]quite[/i] strong; I bet for a big dragon like you it's even stronger!"

He lashed his tail, stirring the branches over their heads but not winning him any freedom, and though his fangs surely looked most impressive to either side of the ball gag that didn't make them useful. "Mmm dhmnf [i]wwwnn[/i] phn cmm ffnnf whh! Llmmff mm nnnff!"

"Don't protest before you try it," she said, and though he growled and dug his claws into the earth and twisted in his bonds he wasn't able to get away from her when she lifted the lube-slickened toy up over her head and pushed it into his unprotected rear: gently by dragon standards, but for an anthro it felt like quite a bit of force! He snarled at her, his wings flapping once or twice as if wanting to buffet her. "Rrrrmmg, mmmn! Nnnmmf! Nn-nhhg rrrmmgh..."

The way she tittered from the change to his voice made his red-scaled snout flush hot, but the dildo [i]had[/i] nudged across somewhere that felt quite good, that made him just want to lay his head on the ground and thrust... "Oooh, I think we found an awfully good spot there! Just wait big guy, this is gonna get even better." She kept working the toy deeper, its shape dragging across that sensitive place it had found and making his cock pulse strongly in his slit: pulse but not [i]go[/i] anywhere, the strain of pressing against the interior of the chastity belt deepening while she hilted the toy.

He took a heavy breath, shivering a little in tension: he felt such a strong urge already to rock his hips, to thrust, that a little squirming ought to have him out of his slit to enjoy himself properly? Yes that had felt like [i]something[/i] for a few moments there but surely compared to stroking his dragonhood itself... That belt in the way was already so frustrating! "Rrrrhg! Mmhh dmmnff ffnnk fffnh nnph..."

Izefia had picked up something else, a little box with buttons and dials, and now she twisted one of them.

"Mmmhhf...!"

Something within the plug stirred, now deep inside him, and a whirring motor nestled right in the perfect spot sent that humming, overwhelming pleasure racing up and down his spine. His tail twitched and his claws curled, his wings fluttered, not even the gag helped enough for him to hold back a muffled groan of enjoyment. He thrust forward, firmly, and though his cock throbbed and ached the pent-up frustration was so much less than the [i]pleasure.[/i] "Still in the mood to complain? If you really want I can turn it off..."

"Hhnnngh!"

"Good boy! Enjoy yourself now, don't hold back."

Hueroc was in no mood to check himself, not even the steadily increasing ache of his shaft trying to escape his slit giving him any cause to hold back. True to what they'd suggested--and who had asked [i]them[/i] about his personal life, really--he [i]was[/i] pretty pent up, and it was hard to try to complain about the means by which they were giving him pleasure when it felt this good! His jaws squeezed down, the hard rubber of the ball hardly deforming despite the strength in his bite, and his hips jerked in short, sharp thrusts, further twitches running through his wings and tail. The stimulation [i]was[/i] intense, heavy and relentless and hitting him hard regardless of how he moved! His neck arched, he groaned and huffed and groaned again, claws scratching at the ground and fangs clamping around his gag as if he sought a dragoness to hold beneath him and bite while he humped, despite how none of the pleasure he felt was coming from his length: that just kept throbbing and straining and making him feel stuck while all the [i]good[/i] sensations came from the vibrator under his tail!

Muffled growls and moans and grunts all sounded the same through the gag, muffled and unthreatening as suited the bound and horny dragon. "Mmmmhf! Rrrnn. Mmmgf. [i]Nnngh!"[/i] The pent-up aching made him thrust harder and the stimulation made him tremble more, muscles tense, breaths coming in great gusts that accompanied his groans of lust. It felt too good to remember his protests, there was only the urge to keep going. More. More, until he found release, it was growing closer, he craved it, he needed it and not even being locked in his slit to stop his cock from getting any stimulation or even getting hard was going to stop him when it arrived!

He just needed to keep going. Thrust. Growl. Thrust. [i]Moan.[/i] A shudder and a dramatic flinch raced up his spine, and he sped up even more, even though it hardly impacted what the plug was giving him it still felt right. He was almost there, his shaft was throbbing and it ached [i]madly[/i] for freedom and it didn't matter because the toy felt so good! "Rrrrgh, mmmmff, mmmnh, mmfff, [i]mmmmmhhhh!"[/i] The muffled crescendo mirrored his ascent to climax and he howled when he reached it, eyes rolling back, drool dripping from his jaws and claws digging into the ground beneath him, the crash of ecstasy nearly overriding all other senses. Being locked in his slit made no matter: through the ache his length twitched, and pulsed, and loosed his dragon seed, the seeming [i]difficulty[/i] of painting the belt's interior and the sanitary openings only adding to the strength of his release. And the thrumming euphoria from the toy kept him going, jerking, twitching, emptying himself through the chastity belt, going, and going, until after a long and draining orgasm he slumped to the ground, gasping, quivering, strength draining from bound limbs.

"Mmmmhhhgf..."

The vibrator turned off a few moments later, and the anthro he'd almost forgotten while so focused on his pleasure patted him on the flank. "Good boy. I told you you'd like it. Still in the mood to disagree?"

He was hardly in the mood to even pay attention to Izefia, focused primarily on sucking in huge lungfuls of air, though when he heard something rattling and then felt a spray of cool water against his slit he flinched and made a noise that sounded almost ticklish from the oversensitivity. But at least she was cleaning him up... even though the belt still seemed to be in place? She withdrew the dildo from his rear as well, with more water and some wiping, and after finishing--and a few more metallic noises--she came back around in front of him to pet him on the nose.

"What do you think? That feel good?"

At least a red snout couldn't blush any redder, though his cheeks felt hot indeed. He hesitantly nodded, as if it hadn't felt incredible indeed.

"Good boy," she said again, but with how good the afterglow was he couldn't find the fire in him to growl about it. "You seem like you're in a good enough mood that you won't bite us if we untie you without sedating you again, will you?"

It certainly didn't seem fair to want to bite her, or even the other two, after treating him to something like [i]that,[/i] and the instinctual, ferocious part of him that wanted to make sure the anthros stayed scared of big dragons like him had been quite thoroughly sated by the release. He made her wait a moment--or perhaps his mind was slowed to a crawl by that post-relief satisfaction--but finally mumbled, "mm-mmnf..."

"Awww, what a good dragon!" she said, which was so bad that it almost woke his ferocity back up again, but he behaved himself, not even going for a nip when she unbuckled the straps and pulled the drool-covered ball from his jaws. "Repeatable tests are important to the scientific method, so we'll need to do this again sometime. I'll be testing some other guys as well, and some different intervals to get a nice set of data..." His front paws were next, though even once they were untied he didn't try to stand, just let them slide into a more relaxed position. "Since you were already pent up, you can be one of my longer intervals! I'll come back in a few months and we can see now another one feels, that sound good?"

"Again?" His thoughts still felt like he was trying to crawl upriver against a rushing current.

"Right!" She opened the cuffs to free him from the spreader bar, while the cat gave the ferret a boost to reach and untie the ropes lifting his tail. "I'll give you some time to get all wound up again, then we can try this again and see if you give me similar results, and then if needed we can repeat the cycle a few more times, to be rigorous, of course. Now, I have my observations, but what did [i]you[/i] think? How good was it? How does it compare to prior experiences? Good enough to want it again?"

"It felt..." He sprawled out on his side, squinting at the little metallic box with a light on it she'd stuck in front of his snout. He could use a nap, not an interrogation. "Felt really good... It's... been a while...? So I don't know if... better than... a dragoness," he huffed, though from the way such rapture still lingered in his system it had certainly been up there. "Might be worth... another."

Izefia nodded and tapped a button on her device, then pocketed it and picked up her pack. "Excellent! Here's a little treat for being such a good boy," she said, and though his eyes narrowed at being called good [i]again,[/i] the salty succulent scent of the sizeable cut of beef jerky quickly gained his attention instead, and when he opened his mouth she skillfully got it into his teeth and withdrew again without giving him a chance to nibble on her. "Like I said, I'll be back in a few months so we can give it another go. See you then, and thanks for your participation!"

After an experience like that Hueroc might as well have been sedated; as soon as he'd finished the jerky, he settled his snout on his paws for a nap, feeling as satisfied as a dragon could, with only a little residual ache between his hind legs from the pressure the tip of his shaft had put against the chastity belt. ...the chastity belt, which unlike the rest of the gear, they hadn't taken off of him! And the bipeds had long since melted into the woods by the time he'd woken up to realize it was still locked around his hips, and no amount of probing the keyholes with the tips of his claws could get the thing to budge!

And Izefia had said she wouldn't be back for [i]months.[/i] And even when she did return, she'd said she'd just get him off with the plug again! And then repeat the months-long buildup and chaste orgasm 'study' a few more times after that... When was she ever going to take it off so he could finally get out of his slit again? And if the orgasms each time felt [i]that[/i] good... would it be so bad?