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Well, this was rather awkward.

"What do you mean, no one is scheduled for the entire week?"

"That's what I said, sweetie. Unfortunately, even with your lowered price, no one wants to pony up for the best." She pecked at her keyboard embarrassingly slowly.

"Not even AFTER we discounted 50%?" His tall, rather bulky form stood imposingly in front of the receptionist, that doubled as his agent.

"So you're telling me no one wants to pay for the best breeder in over a hundred miles. Not even for a single hour of fun, at half off. You know I can't just... not have work, right?" He stomped his large paw, shaking the floor a bit.

"That is exactly what I said, Drenar. Your buddy, and second most popular stud is making a killing though." She looked up from the monitor, her carefully manicured whiskers twitching as he fumed.

"I don't give a singular damn about Heris' hours. He's a solid four-and-a-half stars, in a completely different league than me." Drenar frowned.

"Well, different league or not, he's still getting more work than you, somehow. We can try discounting to his level, but-."

"That'd be a quarter of my usual pay!" Spittle flew across the desk and onto her well-ironed suit.

"I am well aware. Now, I can tell you're feeling more than a bit pent up, so you might want to go hit the breeding mount a few times to cool off. Or get one of the interns to help you with that." She glanced past his large, imposing figure and between his hind legs.

He deflated, and his ears sagged a bit.

"Look, I'm sorry... and-" She cut him off this time.

"Listen, Drenar. I work at a company that rents out breeder studs' time. I understand that you guys can get really pent up sometimes, and that sometimes it gets to be a bit much pressure. I've got my job to do, and I'm doing the best I can for you." She sat up from her chair, pushing it backwards towards the wall. "But, for now, you're just going to have to make do on your own. You're not my only client, and I pull just about equally hard for all of you. Some weeks, you're just not in demand."

"I shouldn't have snapped at you, Elissa. I just feel really stressed out." He looked away, rightfully embarrassed.

"It's okay. Work on your temper a bit, and we'll call it even. But uh, you might want to go fix that." She pointed between his legs.

"Did I really pop a stress boner again? Dammit." He sighed.

"Well, it's there now. I have things to do, but you might try asking some of the others if they'd like a free night, or however long it usually takes you to.. utilize that." The chair creaked as she flopped back down.

"Got anyone in mind? I'm not exactly feeling the mount."

"Well, there's the new intern, but we haven't even put him through the rounds yet. If you could take him through the facility, he might be amenable to helping you a bit in return. You're certified for new employee training, as I recall." She clicked her pen, scribbling something down.

"And if he doesn't take the offer?"

"Then I guess I'll just reiterate what I said earlier. The mount will get you off, even if you're not feeling it. Just might take a while to empty you out."

"Ugh." He hung his head, sniffing at the granite counter.

"That really is all the suggestions I have for you, Drenar. Go on, shoo, before some family walks in here with their kids again." She kneaded her temple, recalling the incident.

"I wasn't the one that was in the lobby that time. I think they would have left quicker if they saw that wobbling around." He swung his tail, flashing the imaginary family.

"Ugh, get out of here already, you animal." She shooed him away with a paw.

"Just saying!" He smiled.

All the same though, for the difficulties he had getting this job, it was one of the best ones he had yet. It was easy. Elissa would bring him clients, male or female, that were looking for a night of naughty fun with the dragon. And he'd just have to fuck them, and serve any odd requests they might have! The stories were all varied, as to why they wanted a night of fun with an unattached, well-hung dragon. No two were exactly the same, and they were usually worth a listen. Either before, or after the mentioned fucking. Drenar enjoyed them.

Still, dry spells were the absolute worst with this kind of job. He was well hung, could pump cum like the breeder stud he was, but when he didn't get any work, it was rather unpleasant. He'd either have to resort to lowering his rates, as he just did not a week ago, or get used to using the mounting station. He snorted as he began to walk away. For all the high-tech in this facility, that was one thing that was as old style as it came. It was literally a dragon-sized fleshlight strapped to a wooden table at just the right height that a large feral could screw it like a person. It was demeaning, and implied he wasn't good enough to get work. And all the more insulting when the lower-rated members of the facility were getting more work than he was.

He sighed, and shook his head from side to side as he trotted towards his room. It would do him no good to get all worked up before showing the new guy around. It was a learned art to walk when he couldn't see in front of him, but he risked a glance between his hind legs. Yup, still there, still distracting him and making a mess as he walked. That was another con to him. He might have been well-hung, and had large balls that put many other dragons to shame, but it was embarrassing to leave a trail of pre all the way to his room. That belonged in someone, or at the least, in the mounting station. It's why they went with a clean, almost hospital-like look for the building. Easier to clean any unfortunate stains in the hallways.

"Hey Drenar!" He bit back a growl at the familiar voice.

"Hey... Heri." He kept his eyes downward, not eager to stare his fellow coworker in the eyes.

The smug-looking bastard just had his yellow scales shined, and his claws manicured too. He used his tailtip to nudge Drenars' gaze upwards, towards his face.

"What's got you all down in the dumps today?"

"I'm sure you already know, Heri." He tried his best to keep his words exchanged with the eastern dragon to a bare minimum.

"Not exactly. I just know you're popping a boner in the hallway, and walking back to your room, looking really sad and defeated. What's going on, my friendo?" His words were too kind.

"Look, I'm not too eager to talk about it, but I'm having issues finding work as a five star. Elissa says she doesn't have work for me at all this week, not just yet. And I haven't had a single client for two weeks. I've already discounted to just above your rate. And I think we both know you're the highest charging four star here." He vomited information.

"Yeah, I... kinda am. I'm also sorry to hear that, though. Look, I know you're not too fond of mingling at work, but after my client tonight, I'm free if you want to fool around some. Maybe help take a load off?" He kept his paws on the floor, but his glance revealed exactly what he was staring at.

"I've got... something possibly worked out for tonight, but if not..." He trailed off.

"Drenar." He had to pull his gaze upwards again." You and I both know, that between us breeder dragons, and other assorted species, we go nuts if we don't get off regularly. Like, really nuts. Not the fun kind of crazy, either. If your possibility doesn't work out, I will help you bust a nut tonight. Or, tomorrow morning if she ends up taking a long time to pass out."

"She?" Drenar was distracted by the mention of a female. And not eager to consider Heris' offer.

"Yeah, she. I have a client tonight that wants a good breeding from a stud. Her hubby is sterile, and she wants a clutch of eggs. I told her I'd be happy to help out, and, seeing as she's an anthro dragoness, the mechanics should work out."

"It's a pretty good chance that a one-night-stand would get her preggers if she's been taking the prescribed measures. That's good though. At least one of us has work..." He trailed off again.

"Don't forget about my offer. I mean it Drenar. It wouldn't look good for any of us if you went crazy, and I'm sure you haven't told anyone else just yet. Especially going by that look on your muzzle." He stabbed, perhaps not meaning to.

"I won't forget, but as you know, I'm also not too enthused with perhaps having to take the offer." It was the truth. He far preferred keeping himself topped off in case any priority clients came through.

"Don't be so uptight. I know you have a reputation to uphold, but we're all in this together here. Again, if you feel like you're going a bit crazy, hit up the mount. I know you absolutely hate it, but if I'm not available, and your possibility falls through, you might have to."

"I know, I know. It might not seem like it Heri, but... thank you." Drenar began shuffling away.

"It's fine. We all need a little bit of help sometimes, Drenar. I'll let you go now." They went their separate ways.

As much as he didn't like needlessly wasting his seed he had to admit Heri was right. It burnt a little. But, it brought up the last time he'd witnessed a coworker go a little crazy, as Heri put it. It cost the company almost six digits worth of repairs, as the rather large gryphon tore through the facility. No one was harmed, but it was a big blow to him, and the company. The only harm done to people, was that they got a rather unplanned session of bird stuffing. Still, it took four dragons larger than Drenar to restrain the bird, and he had to be contained until he calmed down enough for them to help him out. It took almost a week of milking him, for the bird to calm down enough to be released into the public eye once again.

He shivered, as his cock reminded him that it existed. If a relatively small gryphon like him took four dragons to restrain, Drenar himself would likely have to be tranquilized from range. And that would require their active response team, and if that was called in...

He'd be fired, on the spot.

He took a long gulp from a water fountain to cool his thoughts, and mind. The cold water settled in his stomach as a grim reminder. One way, or the other, he absolutely had to get off tonight, and at latest, two days from now. He'd timed it before, with Elissas' help, and that was how long it took him to start to go a little breeder crazy. Two weeks of no work. A two week barrier that he was two days away from hitting. Ugh. He drank some more water, more to ease his mind than of actual thirst.

"H-hello?" A small, quiet voice behind him startled him from his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He didn't look up from chugging his water.

"I was told you were looking for the new temp, is that correct?"

Whoever this was, Drenar rather liked his voice.

"Yeah, that's who I was getting ready to look for, actually." He looked up from the fountain, and craned his neck to look behind him.

"That would be me." He got a good look at the small figure.

Small would be the exact word he'd use to describe this person. Couldn't have been more than five feet nothing, skinny as a rail, and covered in rather striking ice white, grey, and brown fur. And a fluffy, all-too-eagerly wagging tail.

"You're the new guy?" Drenar was impressed that such a small person would even be considered for the physical work this place required.

"That is what I said! You must be..." He looked rather cute with glasses on. "Dreenur?"

"No, it's Dren-ar." He corrected.

"Oh, okay." The petite figure stared at his footpaws, seemingly ashamed.

"Don't worry about it, everyone gets it wrong at first. Though, I must say, your fur pattern is rather striking for a-"

"Snow leopard? I know, it's rather saturated, color-wise, for fur. No dye at all!"

"Wow. Y'know, I didn't quite catch your name."

"It's Ein. Toni Ein." He introduced himself, not at all phased by the naked dragon in front of him.

"Rather strange last name, and fur pattern. I think everyone here would rather like your voice though!" Drenar had to admit, it flowed rather nicely.

"Really? I did voice work a while ago... but I personally don't like it much. It's good that you do, though." He pushed the glasses back up onto his head.

"Aww, I'm sure everyone is like that. It really is rather nice. But, I'm sure you're already aware of the kind of work we do here, yes?" He had to make sure, otherwise this would have been a very awkward interaction.

"Quite aware. Elissa at the front filled me in... almost too thoroughly." If fur could discolor, Drenar was sure the leopard would be blushing.

"Yeah. You'll get used to it. Sorry for the uh... swinging log of distraction though." He glanced between his legs. Still hard as a rock.

"Ahem... Would it be best that I let you solve that?" Toni looked away, seemingly for modesty.

"I was just on my way to my room to do just that myself. Meet back here in an hour or so for a tour of the grounds?" He offered.

"I could do that. Elissa already showed me to the common rooms with the TVs, so I'll be entertained enough." His voice brimmed with confidence, even if he was talking to a wall.

"Alright, that'll be quite enough time to... do the deed, and clean up. Don't get lost!" The leopard was already walking away as he called after him.

"It'll be fine!" He waved as he disappeared around a corner.

Oh God. He'd been leaking the entire time and scared the new guy off already! Drenar cursed his lack of attention, and for his overwhelming equipment. Still... the water tasted as good this time, as it did last time. The water didn't clear out his dirty thoughts, however. As skinny as the snow leopard was, and with the plenty revealing clothes he was wearing... Drenar wanted to clear his mind of the lustful, erotic thoughts plaguing his mind. It didn't help that they had shifted from his last client, almost immediately to this new acquaintance he'd only just met. His rod pulsed, and he almost came on the spot. His mind said to chase him down, and to absolutely ruin that shapely ass... but Drenar knew he couldn't just do that. Well, at least not yet. That could at least wait until after he'd given the leopard the grand tour.

Still, it did not take long for him to shuffle to his room, motivation stemming almost entirely from selfish reasons. His tail slammed the door, and locked it just as quickly. He knew one way to take the edge off of the situation, and without using that damned breeding post. His bed was more than large enough for his bulk to crash onto, but he couldn't make it that far. He made it maybe three dragon-sized steps before he could bear it no longer.

His rod couldn't bear another moment without stimulation, and he was more than knowledgeable on how to fix that, if only temporarily.

The floor shook when his large bulk flopped down onto it. He was rather familiar with this situation, and luckily, he tucked his wings out of the way on the way down. It was an odd sensation to roll onto his back. Still, while a bit uncomfortable on the hard floor, it was easy enough to get at his rod in this position. And that's what he was after, anyways. As much as he'd rather have someone on it, or plugged by it, his maw would do a good enough job. But first...

He dragged his tail across his lips, snaking his tongue out. His tail pushed into his maw, touching the back of his throat in his hurry to coat it in his saliva. That was another trick he'd picked up as well. Despite his initial beliefs of never wanting to have his ass poked and prodded at, a night or two of gambling with coworkers had enlightened him a bit. His eyes slid shut as he recalled that night, many months ago. His rod twitched to an even more erect position, as he recalled being eaten out, and then plugged in both ends. The rest of the night was a bit of a haze, but he remembered enough to know that his balls ached afterwards. A strange, unfamiliar feeling for a breeder, to be sure. His tail tip was soaked enough, it'd do for now.

He was making a mess, but simply didn't care. Most of it was getting onto him, but some drizzled down onto the tile floor. Beds were easy enough to clean, but carpet was a pain. He let out a low, desperate moan as he gently pushed into himself. His breaths became shorter as he filled himself with his own tail. Using it to pry himself open, just enough to get that electric sensation of his prostate being brushed up against. The fine scales on his tail tip were just enough to get, and keep him erect, and pull him closer to orgasm, but they weren't quite enough to pull him over. Still, the fountain of pre leaking from his rod alleviated the pressure just a bit. Just a bit wouldn't do, though.

His warm, fleshy maw was an adequate substitute for an ass or mouth, he supposed. He kissed the tip, before engulfing himself. He'd also learned over the years that what he ate had a bit of an effect on the taste. A few months of diet tweaks later, he earned his first four-star. It didn't take long for that to become an average. He made use of his long neck to fully encapsulate his breeders' rod into his mouth. The combined sensations were electric, causing him to pulse onto the back of his throat. That alone wouldn't do either, but would already put most to shame. His knot ballooned as he pulled back, and off of himself. Only for him to dive right back down, his leg twitching at the sensation of being vacuumed into a waiting maw.

He curled his tongue around his cock, desperate to get this over with, yet eager to derive at least a little pleasure from it. He purred, a deep, rumbling sound as his mind began to do its' part as well. Those images and scenarios he did his best to suppress earlier were loosed. Every dirty thought, every attractive male and female he'd ever bedded. They all performed for his entertainment now, if only in his mind.

A few heavy jets coated the back of his throat. Lynxes, dragons... anthro or otherwise, and gryphons got him going, every time, without fail. There was a new object of fascination for his mind though. That brightly-colored snow leopard, his cute glasses, and shapely, fit ass. There was a knock, but he disregarded it. He was too close to answer.

Whoever it was, they got an earful of a dragon studs' groans. Heavy, thick spurt after spurt pumped straight into Drenars' stomach. His maw overflowed even while he was chugging down as much as he could. A white river flowed down across his lips, down onto his fine groin scales, and onto the floor. And that was just the first orgasm, he wasn't even finished with it. It took seemingly days for the flow to taper to a halt. The other half of being a breeder stud kicked in immediately, his rod still staying stiff, but his brain feeling foggy with a rush of pleasant feelings. It was a messy walk to his shower, but the cold water woke him up immediately. It also caused his rod to retreat back into its' sheath, a welcome relief from the awkward hindrance.

"Haaaaaaah." He still felt amazing, and the terrible pressure was eased, for now.

He was content standing in the shower until he shivered, and then some. The water was cold enough to cause his teeth to chatter, and that was no easy feat for a dragon. After all, they were naturally warm-blooded, and the larger they were, the more heat they could pump out. But, all the same, he was chilled, and clean.

His floor was a mess, but nothing that couldn't be mopped up rather quickly. It could wait for later. All the same, though, he hung a 'cleaners required' sign on his door handle on the way out. Pleasant distraction done, and his mind a lot clearer, he could focus on giving a tour to Toni. He passed a clock on the way back to the water fountain. He'd be five minutes early, rather convenient. Of course, that meant he could guzzle that delicious water again while waiting.

"It's almost like I just found you doing this an hour ago." Toni spooked him a bit.

"Not my fault, the water is oddly delicious."

"Better than soda, I guess." Toni shrugged.

"Well, are you ready for the tour?"

"As ready as I'm going to be, I guess. Would it kill you guys to put some clothes on?"

"Only when we go outside, and when the media is here. Otherwise, it's extremely casual." Drenar rolled his eyes at the spiel he'd repeated a thousand times.

"Very, very casual, huh."

"Not just me though, it's clothing optional for everyone. I'm sure some prefer it in case they get dirty when working with equipment."

They walked for a while, until they came across the first of many stops.

"And this is the personal hideaways of the studs." He gestured with a wing towards the long hallway of doors. "I'd let you see mine, but it's uh... unclean right now."

"Of course. I'm not exactly here for that, but it's good to know where you guys work."

They walked past that section, and onto another one. Toni looked deep in thought, before he spoke again.

"Is it work, though?" He seemed genuinely curious.

"Of course it is. Some times you get clients you don't like, and you still have to provide a service. It's just like any other job in that regard, at least."

"And what about having bosses?"

"Elissa does more than enough bossing around for many people. And of course, anyone that doesn't like how well I, or any other person here, performs, they can leave a nasty review online. That does hurt our business, but it doesn't seem like it some times."

"And this area?" Toni gestured to the clean, almost hospital-like setting.

"This is our consultation area. Elissa and a few other coworkers go over plans for those trying to conceive using our services here."

"People do that?"

"People do everything, and ask for everything." He shrugged.

The brightly colored snow leopard looked like he was about to say something, but didn't. Drenar thought it best to keep the tour going.

"And this is the processing/warehouse section. Some of us opt for a more indirect approach to this job, and so, they'd contribute their samples here." A loud squawk sounded further down the way. "Some of them get a bit into it."

"By contribute you mean, like one of those vacuum pump things?" He looked a mixture of fascinated and bored.

"That's an option, yes. They can also manually stimulate themselves to release." He kept it almost impersonal, clinical even.

"Sounds fun." That was a response he wasn't expecting.

"You could definitely look at it like that."

They'd somehow wandered to another section, again.

"And this is the gym, it's rather large compared to the rest of the facility."

"I imagine stamina would help when you get a particularly needy client?"

"Of course."

"And, out of curiosity, where would I be working?"

"You'd be working wherever Elissa sends you for that day. Most of what we do here can be explained in an hour or less, so expect to get shifted around a lot."

"Well, that'll keep it from getting boring."

"I suppose. Could also ask for a permanent station, but there are a lot of departments that could use a little help, but not quite a full persons workload." He explained.

"That'd be all, right?"

"Yup. We have plans for a second floor addition in a year or two, but it's proving more than a bit complicated."

"I'd imagine that's because this building wasn't built with that in mind?"

"Yeah, basically just that."

"And that's the entire facility, right? No basement, or other important areas I should know about?" He sipped at a water fountain while waiting for an answer.

"Yup, that's basically it. I don't know if Elissa has anything planned for you today or not, so I should probably shoo you back towards her." He grinned.

"And you're sure there's nothing you want to ask me about?" Toni said.

"Uhm, well... I would like someone to bed tonight, and I'm free until any clients come in so-"

"Nope." The one-word response set him off balance.

"Are you sure?" Drenar couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Very. As you said, I should be headed back Elissas' way. Thanks much for the tour though, it was fun and informative."

Drenar stood there with his mouth agape as he walked away. He was expecting to get turned down, but not so harshly! It burned at his stomach, and the back of his neck. He was sure his cheeks would have been burning as well if he could blush in embarrassment. Still, Toni was gone, disappearing as quickly as he could have. While Drenar had been a bit blunt with his request, surely the snow leopard had been expecting it, to have such a short, sharp response ready.

"Ugh. Okay." He muttered to himself, hanging his head.

Even the water didn't taste good any more. Whatever spellbinding effect it had on his taste buds was shattered with the rejection. Likewise, the appeal of working up a sweat in the gym held no attraction for him. There was one thing stuck in the back of his head though, and, as much as he hated it, it could offer a bit of relief...

The room was private, and styled to look like an old-school barn, but all the faux hay in the world couldn't hide the fact that the floor was tile. Warm tile, but tile nonetheless. Tile that Drenar gingerly set his footpaws on, despite how frustrated he was. At some point, he'd grown irritatingly hard again. His tail pressed at a few buttons he knew by heart, setting up his preferred pieces for this tool he was about to use. The floor opened up, and a facsimile of a dragon rose up out of the floor. Well, a facsimile of half a dragon anyway. The half that Drenar usually preferred between his hind legs, and underneath him.

His mind failed to form words as he mumbled his discontent while he waited for the post to lock into place. It wasn't that complex, and didn't take that long, but waiting seemed to take ages for the dragon. The door hissed shut, and the lock clicked. He was alone in the room now, and could do what he wished, with no one to bother him. If he had to use the post, he'd do it alone, and with no eyes watching him vent his frustrations.

"Grrrh." The warm gel made sloppy, wet noises as he slowly sank himself in.

As much as he liked foreplay, he was glad for the ease of a self-preparing machine. And even more glad it didn't complain when he bottomed out in the first thrust, and the second, and the third. This first time wasn't for pleasure, it was to take his mind off how much it stung. A bit of relief would come with it, though. His balls slapped the blue gel with every hard shove. After he'd ruined the last one, Elissa made sure to order an extra durable mounting post this time. And he was grateful for it, because he wasn't going to hold back a bit. Spurts of pre jetted into the clear, blue-tinged gel, and he watched with fascination as his rod pulsed. His mind imagined that it was a mewling feline trapped under him, lifting his tail an-

It was too much. He didn't usually orgasm this quickly, but overall, his mind couldn't handle it. He felt his frustration slowly leak out of him, seemingly out through his balls, and into the post. He let the faux tail drape itself over his own, not even aware he was yanking it upwards.

It brought little relief, just getting off once. Not while his tension was still running high. Sweat got underneath his scales as he began pushing back into the post again. The mess already there added to the lube, making wet, squelching sounds as he made shallow, quick thrusts. His tail twitched, knocking over a stack of fake hay. His own scent hit his nostrils, making his lungs breathe deeply. While he wasn't sure his own scent could affect him, it caressed a more primal section of his mind. Letting it know that this area, and post was his, and his alone. Even so, the urge to solidify his claim became overwhelming.

He felt himself bottom out in the gel again, and his jaws felt a need to mark something. While the gel wasn't a partner, or fresh meat, the pressure in his jaws and teeth felt the same. It wasn't a proper bite, though. The gel squished and flowed around his teeth, deforming, but not being damaged. He growled and wrapped his forelegs around the post. It shook, even being bolted down couldn't stop it from rocking back and forth when a dragon was fucking it. His eyes squinted shut as he vented his frustrations, gnawing on the post. Some of the wall ornaments shook, and the sound of metallic reverberation filled the room, as well as the same wet thrusts from before.

His second orgasm hit with the force of an earthquake. It was borderline painful, but immensely relieving. The post, while large, could only hold so much, the excess seed pooling on the floor and flowing around his hindpaws. His head ached a bit, and he allowed a painful series of tears to streak his muzzle. But, only for a moment. When his eyes opened, he had something better to focus on. His teeth felt loose with as quickly as he released the gel post from his maw.

"I thought you said no." Drenars' shock mixed with disappointment.

"I did. And I changed my mind." The hay didn't hide his scent well.

"... did Elissa send you to help me?" He couldn't bear looking at Toni.

"Yes, but not the way you're thinking. She told me to keep an eye on you, and not a thing more."

"Typical." His tail brushed the unlock button. "You're free to go. I wouldn't have locked the door if I knew you were in here."

"I came in here intentionally." Toni explained.

"Well, now you can leave intentionally. Or stay. Whatever. I'm going to be here a while." The suction slurped away the mess from the inside of the post, cleaning it for another use.

"I want... to help." Toni laid a paw along his flank, and Drenar shivered.

"And what's to stop you from changing your mind again?"

"I won't. And if you want to be miserable alone, then I'll let you do that, too." The door hissed open.

"Better you than Heri..." Drenar muttered.

"I already met Heri. While you've been working with him for a while, from what I've heard, I think you need to give him a chance. He really does want to help, perhaps more so than I do."

"Ugh." He yanked his rod out of the post.

"So that's a yes?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Good. Besides, when I signed up, and got hired temporarily here, I always wondered what it was like."

"Wondered what is like?"

"Getting topped by a big breeder dragon like you."

"That's a rather easily satisfied request." Drenar smirked.

"Well, yeah." He gestured out through the door. "But we're not going to do it in here."

"My room?"

"Why not? Let's go. And try not to hit anyone with that." His tail curled around the doorframe, before disappearing out of sight.

It only took Drenar moments to follow him outside. And seemingly in the blink of an eye, they were in the living quarters. Another blink, and Toni was following him inside. Time flew while they were walking, but slowed to a stop once they were there. The door clicked shut, and it was just the two of them.

"A bedroom with a tile floor?" Toni remarked.

"Easy to clean." Drenar kept to the absolute bare details. He was too distracted with the person in front of him.

"I totally didn't read your profile before I came back to keep an eye on you."

"Oh? Then you wouldn't have seen the less than one percent negative reviews."

The bed creaked as the leopard sat down on it. He kept talking as he was pulling off his shoes.

"Sure didn't! Also didn't see how you like to keep going until they pass out." The shoes fell to the floor, and the socks followed.

"Like I said earlier, the work can be...enjoyable." He leaned over the foot of the bed, sniffing at the snow leopards' head fur.

"Oh, I'm sure it can be." What little clothes he wore were gathering into a small pile.

"But, tell me... what is it that you really want from me?" The bed creaked as Drenars' large bulk leaned across it. Even the XXL Emperor-sized bed seemed small with the dragon on it.

"Well, between you and me, I'd rather like a taste before I get speared. And..." He was wearing the absolute bare minimum now, just a pair of cute boxers. "I think having a dragon underneath me would be nice too."

"In what way, do you think? I do have some restraints." Drenar arched an eyeridge, curious as to what the feline had in store for him this evening.

"Why bother with restraints, when you can restrain yourself?" A growing bulge in his pants let Drenar know all he needed to know.

"Well, help yourself then, kitty." The rest of his bulk shook the bed while he was moving around.

He wasn't a stranger to the idea, but opportunities to indulge were rare. Still, so long as both he, and Toni enjoyed themselves, he could handle whatever the small cat threw at him. Laying on his back still felt a bit uncomfortable, but the bed helped immensely in that regard. He leaned back, and let his head rest on pillows that made Toni look tiny in comparison. He spread his wings a bit, taking care to not brush the feline too roughly with them. Toni was still fiddling with something, but the air was ripe with heated smells. Smells that Drenar knew meant he was doing something right.

"Oooh." Toni half-purred at the sight. "Do you mind if I snap a few pictures?"

"Go right ahead. I'm already all over the net... but don't keep me waiting for too much longer." He felt his rod pulse, and a small dribble of pre run down his length.

Toni almost giggled with glee. The dragon was completely at his mercy, and relaxed as he was going to get. He was expecting a firm denial of his requests, but Drenar had indulged every one of them! The bed creaked a bit as he climbed atop the dragons' warm belly scales. For the time being, he ignored the pulsing, heated rod behind him, and instead, ran a fingertip along the sensitive membrane of his wings.

Drenar jerked his head back up at the almost ticklish, and extremely sensitive feeling. He had let the cat indulge his fantasies, but those were delicate!

"Oh? Those not get rubbed often?" Toni teased.

"No, they don't. And they're really sensitive for a lack of stimulation there." He almost growled as he suppressed a laugh.

Toni could feel the dragon tensing up, the muscles in his forelegs rippling and jolting as he softly caressed the membrane. But, he knew to not take it too far. He let the dragon calm down a bit, before moving those handpaws elsewhere. Reaching behind him, he could feel the heat radiating off of Drenars' business machine before he even touched it. His fingers felt sticky as soon as he made contact, the dragon was already leaking pre more than a broken faucet. Having the overly large lizard spasm and jolt beneath his grasp was exhilarating.

While Drenar stayed as still as he could while the feline worked his magic, a short twitch of the limbs here and there couldn't help but happen. The look on Tonis' face made sure Drenar knew he was loving it. The dragon, though, was a bit worried. Even after having gotten off thrice today, he felt dangerously close to a frenzy of lust. And, if he had to spend all of his self-control on staying still underneath the leopard, it could be a tight rope to walk. It was a challenge though, one he'd savor staying right on the edge of.

"I don't hear you... Purr for the kitty!" Toni gently rubbed against his shaft, back fur getting soaked with Drenars' liquid lust.

Even with no muzzle, ropes, or chain, his gaze was locked onto Toni, and he did as he was asked. While he preferred staying silent, only announcing when he was finished with a roar, it wasn't far out of his personality to let loose a few growls, mewling purrs, and grunts. He bared his teeth and let out a low hiss as Toni bent backwards to rub his entire body on the dragons' rod. From tail to head, the wet fur was a unique sensation for him to be stroked with, and it would only get more messy. Of course, with this stimulation, he was already hovering quite close to the edge.

The heat soaked into Tonis' fur, and beneath that, the skin underneath. They hadn't mentioned this in the reviews! However, it was one aspect that would make everything that happened next tonight, much easier. He could barely smell his own scent now, as overpowering as Drenars' was. It'd take many showers to get it out of his fur fully, but he knew that. And he loved the idea.

Drenars' eyes rolled back a bit as Toni worked his lithe body around his pole. There was a tiny chance he'd be able to fit all of the dragons' length, but Drenar had no doubts he'd try. If his small body was any indication, there would certainly be a bit of a bulge if he did.

"Aaah..." His thoughts were interrupted when the feline hugged his rod, and began to nurse on it, rough tongue and all.

His green eyes seemed so striking when he was watching Drenar's every reaction. Still, with his body , and all four limbs stroking the dragons' breeding rod, it gave him a good comparison of just how large it was in comparison. While thick, it came up to almost the bottom of his ribs! These concerns were sandblasted from his mind as that uniquely feline tongue washed over his tip, collecting, and draining the essence there.

"P-please..." Drenar mumbled.

"Hmm?" Those cute emerald eyes stopped moving a for a moment, watching him.

"Be careful if you plan on taking me inside you." He was glad for the brief reprieve, to allow him to focus a bit.

His lips popped off of the rod. "I do plan on it, but thank you for your concern. I'll be perfectly fine if I do."

He didn't give Drenar long to ponder what he meant before he reattached the mouth-based hoover to his cocktip.

To say the bed was a mess after a few minutes of this, would be a massive understatement. As was Drenar, to be fair. His cock shined with the gloss of his own pre flowing freely down its' length. Of course, more than a bit of it found its' way into Tonis' muzzle. His purrs while he was lavishing Drenars' rod with attention were rather cute. The dragon felt he could let this go on forever, but Toni had something more in mind.

His paw-toes curled up and he hugged his forelegs to his chest. Toni somehow managed to fit the tip of his rod into his muzzle, and the sensation was exquisite. Deep, rumbling growls resonated through the air. If the leopard could smile, he would have. But for now, he did the next best thing, and gulped down as much as he could. Drenar saw his cheeks bulge after the first few moments, and then his throat followed suit when he swallowed down a few more inches. He cocked his head, expecting Toni to fit even more. All the same, it felt amazing. Though, a building pressure at the base of his rod reminded him that it wouldn't last too much longer.

He tapped Tonis' shoulder gently, calling his attention towards the dragons' face.

"I'm very, very close right now. You might want t- Grrrh!" Toni took it as a challenge, rather than a polite warning.

Still, he was barely prepared for the fire hose of dragon jizz to pump straight into his stomach. Drenar could almost watch each heavy dollop of dragon cream pulse up his rod, into Tonis' throat, and get deposited in his stomach. His stomach began to swell, but Drenar trusted that he'd know when to pull off. That moment almost came sooner than he expected. The jets had slowed down to heavy pulses, but still arced through the small distance between his rod and Tonis' face easily. The stream tapered to a stop, and the leopard had a new set of spots, and stripes as well.

"You're alright down there, riiight?" He arched an eyeridge.

First, a tongue slipped out of his muzzle, then a thumbs-up. Toni was a sight to see when he finally unlatched himself from around the dragons' breeding tool. Admittedly, most of the mess found its' way to his head and shoulders, but somehow, some had drizzled downwards all the way to his stomach. He blinked twice, and held his mouth.

A belch far too large for the small figure it came from, shocked Drenar.

"Excuse me." It almost sounded like a squeak coming from Toni.

"Wow." Drenar resisted the urge to laugh.

"So..." Toni wiped away mess from his muzzle, before continuing to speak. "How about returning the favor?"

Drenar steepled his forepaws. "Of course, it'd only be fair. Don't think I'm one-and-done, though."

"But of course not." Toni gave up on flicking the mess away.

Crawling further along the dragons' belly, he took care to avoid the no-doubt-sensitive rod, and moved past his forepaws. He was practically sitting on the start of Drenars' neck before he leaned back and relaxed. Still, it would be fine enough for what the dragon had in mind.

"Lean back a little further, if you don't mind." As large as he was, if he wanted to play by the felines' rules, it was only polite to ask.

"I could just sit atop your muzzle, and hold it shut with my paws." Toni was full of dragon-sized ideas.

"Let's... not." Poking his tongue out from between sharp teeth would be rather awkward, and potentially dangerous for his taste buds.

"D'aww." He pouted.

Of course, that pout melted into a smile when Drenar dragged his warm, wet tongue across his belly.

That smile then morphed into a rolling purr. Drenar knew exactly how felines liked to be treated, and was more than happy to provide. Warm trails of saliva mixed with the mess already coating his fur. He danced around the leopards' body with his long, sinuous tongue. It took but moments until he was putty on the dragons' chest, paws grabbing for something, anything to hang onto. They found a grip on the bridge of Drenars' muzzle, just as he enveloped the kitty in his warm maw.

Toni fell to pieces, any thoughts in his head driven away by Drenar using his expertise to distract, and pleasure the leopard. His clawtips scraped along the fine scales on Drenars' face. They did little more than scratch them, leaving no marks. His eyes almost crossed looking at Toni, practically sitting on the edge of his muzzle. It took but moments for him to begin to leak salty, sticky kitty milk onto Drenars' tongue. He suckled gently, taking care to not scrape him with his teeth. In another layer of protection, and pleasure, he coiled his tongue around his fleshy mouth plug. Toni yowled, nearly blacking out as his first strong orgasm hit him like a pallet of bricks.

Drenar always liked giving his clients a show, so instead of letting Toni pump his rod into his muzzle, he did something different. He hinged his jaws open, and kept milking him. Jet after jet arced into his muzzle, enough to give the interior a healthy set of white streaks. Unlike his own orgasms, it took less than a minute for Toni to finish completely. The stream tapered off abruptly to a halt, the last few drops drizzling down his tip, and onto Drenars' tongue.

"Huhhh..." Tonis' chest rose and fell as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Even the soft, warm breath washing across his form was nearly overstimulating. When he finally bothered to look up, and unhook his claws from Drenars' face, he rather enjoyed the show.

"I haven't came that much in quite a while... Doesn't it hurt to leave your jaw open like that though?" His knuckles cracked as he flexed his fingers a bit.

Drenar didn't answer, instead uncoiling his tongue from its' nest, and gulping down the mess. Toni watched with eager fascination as he watched the maw clear itself in record time.

"Yes. But the look on peoples' faces when I do that, is absolutely priceless." His breath smelled of Tonis' seed.

"And I can see why."

"So, if you're insistent on trying to fit me, you're going to need some loosening up." Drenars' twin orbs watched Toni for his reaction.

"Of course! That was the goal, wasn't it? To tucker you out enough that there isn't as much of an edge to stress you out." He reminded Drenar.

"Well, I figured it was best to clarify." He let his tongue poke out of his muzzle.

"We've got better places to put that tongue."

Warm breath from Drenars' nostrils washed through Tonis' soaked fur. He rumbled his approval as the playful feline scooted further down his large body. He let his mouth water for a moment, savoring the anticipation of watching Toni work his way down his rod. Said rod reminded Drenar acutely of its' existence, pulsing out a hefty dollop of pre. It only added to the mess on his belly scales, and the bed.

Toni watched the gears churn in Drenars' mind. He'd let the dragon have his fun eating him out, but he would be the one enjoying himself afterwards. While he was no porn star, Toni rather enjoyed stretching himself, and had no doubts that he'd be able to fit a good deal of the lizard.

It took moments for Drenar to finish thinking about exactly how he was going to spread the kitty open. And even less time for him to get to work on his plan. As messy as Toni was already, the dragon added more streaks of saliva, this time, trailing down towards his tail. His long neck popped as he leaned forward, closing the distance between his tongue, and its' target. This cat was going to need all the stretching he could get if he planned on cramming his prize-worthy breeding rod into him. He wasted little time with foreplay, his tapered tongue pressing against his partners' pucker.

Much to his surprise, it slipped in easily. Even if Toni had just orgasmed moments ago, the purrs were back to a fevered pitch, resonating in his throat. More and more of that thick oral muscle wormed its' way into his insides, stretching him open. His chin scraped against his chest scales as he scooped the feline into his jaws. Toni almost panicked as Drenar toyed with him in his large maw. He clenched down a bit, feeling far too close to being a snack.

"I should remind you that I didn't agree to being eaten!" Toni yelped.

Drenar could only push him out a bit, and roll his eyes. He brought his forepaws up, and grasped the felines paws, placing them on either side of his jaws. Even if he lifted his muzzle up to the ceiling, now the kitty could stand by himself should he feel unsafe. It'd be uncomfortable on the thin, yet muscular membrane that allowed his jaws to stretch open wide, but it'd do. He let his forepaws rest at his chest once more. His wings itched a bit from being laid on for such a long time, but a quick flex fixed that. Likewise, Drenar knew he was doing something right when he thrust his tongue back inside, and the feline found pawgrip on his nose. Lewd, wet slurping sounds were the only ambiance in the room. Just the way Drenar liked it. His own rumblings echoed from his throat, and right into Tonis' small body.

The added stimulation felt like a large vibrator of sorts, brushing against that all too sensitive spot in his rear. His rod was already leaking again, and he had no doubts that Drenars' was as well. Cute little yelps and purrs fell out of his muzzle, even while the dragons' own muzzle threatened to swallow him whole. Nagging fear kept at the back of his mind, but he trusted Drenar enough to not do anything foolish. He almost flinched and bit his tongue as the tongue inside him pushed rather roughly into him. But, as he looked down, he was pleasantly surprised to see that was as far as it was going to go. Warm gurgling in his stomach rumbled as Drenar slowly pulled his tongue completely out. He let the feline crawl out of his muzzle by himself.

"You really thought I was going to eat you before I nutted a second time? Not a chance!" His smile was from ear to ear.

"Not everyone expects a dragon to scoop them up in his jaws!" Toni huffed and crossed his arms.

"Probably should have told you beforehand. But still, you're uh... pretty prepped back there now."

Toni rolled his eyes. Of course he was prepped. In all likelihood, the dragons' tongue was easily three-quarters as large as the thickest point on his rod. Notwithstanding the knot, or ridges, of course. Still, this was his chance to shine!

It was Drenars' turn to be shocked when Toni grasped his rod firmly in a paw. He wasted no time with extra foreplay, or tasting his rod. He was all business when he angled it towards his stretched pucker, and spread himself with the other paw. Tremors ran through the dragons' form as he popped in, and warm, heated flesh wrapped itself around his neglected rod. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his tongue lolled out of its' muzzle. He forgot how good it felt to be inside a real person. It was a furious battle to not throw him down into the mess, and fuck him then and there. He almost wished for the chains, so that he wouldn't have to fight with his instincts as much.

"You okay down there? Big dragon about to pass out?" Toni mocked. Seeing his eyes dart open, and his pupils constrict into mere vertical slits told him that was not the best idea.

At this point, it would be foolish to poke the dragon much more.

But, Toni made it a point to let the dragon poke him. He cautiously let himself stretch around the girthy rod in his rear. More for Drenars' benefit, than his own. He was not eager to see what it was like when he made the dragon upset. Especially not when he already had much, much more to stuff inside himself. It was a pleasant burn, but it would have been very unpleasant if he hadn't been lubed up first. Even then, it was almost too much, even with just the cocktip, and maybe an inch or two. His innards stretched even more as he slowly impaled himself, inch by inch.

Drenar kneaded his bedclothes with his claws, and his dual-track mind battled itself. Burning lust fought with restraint, and pleasure muddied the waters of his thoughts. His nerves were aflame with sensations, electric and agonizingly pleasant. His chest heaved, and his lungs burned for air. His gaze focused on nothing, and everything at once, the feline on his rod the only magnet to attract his attention. Every pulse through his rod was squeezed out, and deposited into the eager kitty. Each moment was more pleasurable than the last, and, despite being in the business of breeding, he was not sure how long he could last.

"T-Toni... Not sure how long I can last with you doing that." His panting breath made each word halting and abrupt.

"Ssh." A paw found its' way towards the middle of his rod, just above his knot. "Let it happen."

Even with the reassuring words spilling from Tonis' dirty muzzle, he did his best to hold back. His knot ballooned quickly, even though it surely wouldn't be used. While his mind told him it shouldn't be possible, it also told him that he should be impressed with how much the leopard had fit. Now, with all the added lube, he was almost a third down his rod. Each wet, squelching drop onto him slipped more and more into his waiting flesh. The bed shook, not from the rocking thrusts from Toni dropping himself onto Drenar, but from the dragons tremors. It took every ounce of his self-control, and then some. The reward would be worth it though, he was sure of that.

Toni purred, and the dragon felt his insides clenching around his rod. A few weak spurts splattered against his chest scales, only making even more of a mess. Still, he kept on, eager to drag Drenar over the edge to a finale of an orgasm. A pair of paws found their way behind his knot, and squeezed. It was his only trigger for a roaring orgasm.

His forepaws felt on fire, and his claws ripped through the bedding. They clenched all the way until his clawtips felt his own scales, the feeling was so intense. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he squinted his eyes shut as the first spurt of many roped its' way into Toni. While the soundproofing between rooms was more than adequate, it would be plainly obvious to anyone in the hallway what was going on here. He didn't care in the slightest, though. Rope after sticky rope found its' way into Toni, and it showed no signs of stopping. It felt like an eternity as the feline kneaded at his knot.

It took a while, but when Toni looked downwards, he was impressed with himself. He'd taken half the dragon, and most of his seed as well. His stomach bulged visibly. Not enough to be ridiculous or concerning, but enough that it looked like he had a massive meal. And, just like after eating a massive meal, he felt tired, and full. Even with the cock still lodged inside him, he flopped into the mess on Drenars' chest scales. It didn't matter, it would all wash out eventually anyway.

"Hey Drenar?" The warmth from the dragons' chest felt comforting.

"Hmmm?" He rumbled.

"You're up for another round, right?"

A smile split Drenars' face, and he wrapped his forelegs around Toni.

"Of course I am. But-"

A loud, heavy knock at the door interrupted him.

"Good to hear you found a solution, drake! Was just about to check in on you!" Even through the door, they could both tell it was Heri.

"Shouldn't you buzz him in?"

"Bit busy at the moment! Do tell Elissa that the new guy is just fine! Thanks for checking on me!" He roared back through the doorway.

"Okay!"

They waited until the footsteps faded away from the door, just basking in the heavy afterglow.

"So, clean up first, or more?" Drenar idly massaged at his newest clients' back.

"Since you were such a good dragon... why don't we try you on top?"

"Well, I can't say no to that!" He remarked.

Toni was glad it was the start of a weekend, because he was damn sure he wouldn't be sitting down without an ice pack for quite some time. Not that he minded at all. Oh no, he certainly didn't mind for that entire evening, and well into the night.

The bed, though, did not survive the encounter. Nor the bed covers. The walls received a new layer of paint, too.

-Fin!

(A little late on the upload schedule, but it's here now! If you liked the story, don't forget to vote, favorite, and leave a comment on what parts you liked! And, also comment if there were any awkward sections. All the same, I enjoyed writing it. And I do hope that you enjoyed reading it as well. Thanks for reading.)