The Dragon's Pet
#1 of The Tales of Sel and his Master
Hi, I'm Sel. I'm a youngish wolf with soft, snowy white fur and steely blue eyes, and bushy, curled tail that never seems to stop wagging, no matter where I go. Oh, and a black leather collar with my master's name on it in red-gold scrollwork, chained to a wall with a sturdy steel chain. I never got why my collar's so fancy, especially since it's the only clothing I'm ever allowed to wear, and my master's the only one who ever sees me, aside from the other slaves. I guess dragons have to spend their hoard on something. I guess I should explain, you're probably really confused.
See, I've spent my whole life as a sex slave. Ever since I was a pup just old enough to walk and talk and understand, I've been taught nothing but how to give sexual pleasure to a draconic master easily twice my size. First it started with foxes and cats and other wolves (adults all, they said I had to learn how to take large cocks early), then with stallions and bears, and then came the day when I was sold. I remember it quite vividly.
I wasn't there when the actual sale happened, though I already knew it would be me. I was there when the massive red and gold dragon took his picks, and I saw how his eyes lingered on me, the hunger in his glance at my naked young body of nineteen winters. He saw the involuntary shiver that ran across my body, and smiled, and then I knew my fate was sealed. The next day, the dealer was locking that shiny collar around my neck, as my new master explained that he would be gentle, and fair, but I was not to try to resist him, or argue, or get too inquisitive. Uppity toys were to be beaten, frequently. I meekly nodded my understanding, eyes fixed downward at his gilded talons. I then felt a tug on the leash as the dealer gave the chain over to Master, and saw myself being led down a hallway set with heavy wooden doors. "Try before you buy", a sign on the wall boasted.
Master pushed me through one, turning to close it and lower the crossbar. I sat back on the massive bed, watching as he unfastened and dropped his knot-tied kilt, grimacing at the huge bulge in his smallclothes. My helpless misgivings grew as he dropped those as well, a twelve-inch (somewhat small for a dragon, but rather thick) purpleish cock rising to full steam, free of its linen prison. My eyes widened with fear, and I trembled fearfully for what seemed an eternity until I realized he was beckoning for me to come closer with a massive clawed paw.
I approached, and felt myself pushed onto my knees with that same huge paw, face to balls with that horrifying cock.
"From now on, when I summon you, you will come immediately. You will assume this position and wait to be fed."
I looked at the penis in horror. I was supposed to suck on that? I had no doubt that was his meaning. It looked evil, large and pulsating with ridges both along the spine lengthwise and ribbing it. There was no way; nothing I had done could possibly prepare me for this thing..
But then he pushed me onto it, it stretched my muzzle and made me want to retch and gag and vomit my stomach up. The musk was unbearable, choking my nostrils and making my eyes water as he slid himself further inside, then back out, slowly violating my face with one paw clutching the back of my head to enforce compliance. Slowly, I managed to collect the presence of mind to remember my lessons. I licked up and down along the sensitive underside of the shaft, rolling my rough tongue in circles around his tip when he pulled out, putting a little tooth into it when he pushed back in. Before long, my new master was grunting and humping faster, coming close to a climax. I tried to pull off, but he held me fast as he hilted my muzzle and shot ropes of cum down into my throat! It was unlike any other I had been given, fiery and thin, it left me coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath, burning my throat as it ran down. I sat down, hard, falling on my back as I struggled with the pain in my throat, and something... else.
An odd lethargy spread in my limbs, blurring my mind and dulling feeling. I tried to move an arm, but the movement became more and more feeble until I simply couldn't move. I don't know how long I lay there in my paralysis, but soon I saw my master's face swim into my bleary view, a smug smile transfixed on his red snout. He picked me up like a doll â€" that's what I was, a doll, a helpless furred doll who was picked up and thrown onto the bed belly-down, my legs spread and knees propped up below me, arms held back and tail clipped to collar to keep it out of the way. Through the fog of my paralysis, I knew what would happen next.
It came slowly. First I felt the cold plastic nose of a syringe, applying a cold jelly to my puckered tailhole, then slowly pushing its way in to lubricate all along the inside, the cold jelly making me start to enjoy the process against my will. Then I felt him humping the fur on my back, getting himself erect again for the next part, the hardening cock creating a ridge of stiff, pre-stained fur where it passed. Only then did he press his tip against my hole, and easily slide in without even waiting for me to be ready. He pushed in until I thought I would burst, though the cum-induced paralysis shielded me from the worst of the pain. He pushed in and pulled out, slowly building up speed. For my own part, I was starting to enjoy it, murring softly as he filled me and his ridges gave me the sort of pleasure and pain I'd never had before. It was a sweet, dulled ache, my own pleasure building as he built his humping up to a crescendo! And then I felt the agony of the fiery cum erupt in my bowels, fading to black...
When I woke, I was nestled in a little straw-filled crate on a wagon headed for my master's estate, a pretty young servant treating the marks of his rough lust as I made my way on the rickety track to my new existence.