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The dragon before me was large, large enough that I'd be nothing more than a snack if he so chose. I won't say I wasn't frightened, because I was, but despite their rep from many of the old stories -- back from before we knew they were real, back when they were still hidden from us, along with their friends like gryphons, centaurs and unicorns and the like -- in actuality they seemed to be model citizens. They were just... odd. Thousands of years, tens of thousands maybe, in an alternate universe will do that to a people.

"So, Peter, have you thought about my offer?" His voice was deep and rumbling, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

"I... have. What does it mean in practice?" I asked carefully, leaning forwards in my seat. We were in a restaurant, of all places, one with booths big enough for the New People, as they called themselves.

Archax's offer was confusing, but attractive. I'd be looked at strangely by many people, but... so what? After the initial shock of seeing a job posting offering essentially free money and findint out it was legitimate, I'd been intrigued. And then I'd taken a shot. And Archax had responded. So here I was.

When they had first reappeared, dragons (and their other kin) had come together with their minions, mostly kobolds but also many other creatures. At the time, ill words were spoken about things like 'slavery', but dragons immediately disabused people of that notion.

The kobolds were anything but slaves. They were vassals, if anything, cared for by their master as prized possessions. They could walk away at any time, were free to do as they pleased, the only stipulation was that disobeying their master meant potentially being kicked out, with each party none the worse for wear, save the owner losing face and the kobold a loss of integrity.

In short, they were pets with benefits. Just like I was going to be.

Have I mentioned how hard it is to get a job with a living wage? Because it is. Except... now Archax was offering me something that could make my living situation downright comfy. The only issue?

"It means, Peter, that you agree to be my pet. You sign away your autonomy, and in return I give you a home and agree to look after you for as long as you are mine. I will put wages aside in trust, legally yours at whatever point you decide to leave my, ah, employ, and deduct only reasonable expenses for things you wish to purchase that I, your owner, don't deem necessary."

"That's it? But what do I have to do?" It seemed too easy to be true.

"Whatever I tell you."

Oh.

"And I can walk away at any time?"

"Of course. I would hope you would choose to stay, of course." The dragon sat back, his gaze fastened on me, not unkindly, but it was piercing, as if he could see into my soul.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, where do I sign?"

***

The collar was itchy. I ran my finger in the top on one side, then switched to my thumb under the other as I idly fiddled with the games controller.

"Leave it," Archax ordered from the other side of the den. I immediately dropped my hand down.

"It itches," I complained, eyes focused on my game.

"You'll get used to it faster if you stop fiddling with it. Now, are you ready for your job?"

"Soon," I replied, flicking the controller sticks to execute the perfect spin-jump.

"Get ready now," the red dragon ordered. "I won't have my pet being lazy."

I snorted under my breath. "I'm not lazy."

"Good," Archax replied, stomping up behind me and enfolding me in a hug. "In that case pet, you'll be getting ready. Now."

He took the controller from me, paused the game, then gently pushed me towards my room with a pat on my backside.

"Ugh, fiinnnee," I grumbled, earning a swat from his tail.

Several days had passed since I'd signed the contract. Draconic magic enforced it in ways I and the normal world didn't quite understand, but the dragon's words held a power over me that I hadn't expected. Or maybe it was just my expectations. Whatever it was, when Master told me to do something, I did it.

It didn't mean I couldn't complain a bit. Or dawdle. Halfway through undressing, underwear on display and jeans halfways down to my ankles, I threw myself onto my bed, picked up a portable gaming system and started hammering away at a particularly tricky speedrun strat. I'd get ready in a bit. Five minutes. Half hour tops.

Swat!

"Ow!" I yelped as I looked up, Archax suddenly looming over me, his arms crossed, "What was that for?"

"Your work called, wondering when you'd be over," he rumbled, eyes narrowing.

"Eh? But I've got plenty of... oh. Umm." I looked at the clock-radio on my bedside cabinet. My five minutes had turned into two and a half hours. Whoops.

"Exactly. You have been a bad boy, and you will be punished." Archax' voice was level, but I could tell he was pissed.

"Punished?" I whined. "I'll lose my job if I don't get to work!" I tried to get up, but his oversize claw just gently pushed me back down onto the bed.

"You've already lost it," Archax stated gravely. "They told me this was the third time this month you've 'blown them off', as they put it, so I have already decided I will take charge of my pet like I should have the first time. I've called in a favour from Rashath; her pet Ixu is taking your slot so I do not lose face. You, however, are grounded."

"Ixu? But she's a bold, she'll--" I began.

"Hush! That is strike two, pet!"

"What, calling a kobold a bold? But everyone does tha--"

"And strike three." Archax glared at me until I was silent. I'd only been trying explain. "I see I really have been a bad owner. It is time, I believe, to start training my pet properly."

"Properly?" I whispered.

"Strip."

"What?"

"I said strip! Now!"

"But..." I hunched myself over, "I don't wanna--"

"Do you want to leave?"

A cold shiver ran through me. He was serious. "Umm, no, but--"

"Then, pet, you will do as I say. Strip. Now."

"O-okay, I guess, I can--" My fingers went to the buckle of the collar.

"But leave the collar on."

My fingers fell. Archax watched as I pulled the last of my clothes off. It wasn't exactly chilly, but being naked in front of a dragon three times my size gave me chills. His gaze was icy, that gave me goosebumps.

"Now, listen to me, pet. You are going to be punished for being lazy. Since you insist on acting like a pup, I will treat you like a pup until you get the message that all these privileges you take for granted have to be earned. Especially when you are my pet. A poorly behaving pet reflects poorly on his master. You, little one, have embarrassed me, so I will embarrass you."

Well that sounded ominous. "W-what do you mean?"

"I have been talking to a few den mothers, and they swear by this when their pups insist on acting like they are barely weaned. You, Peter, are now my hatchling until you can prove to me you aren't."

"I'm your what?"

"Stay here! Leave this room before I return, and you are expelled from my presence. Dressed or not."

As he left the room, I gulped. Honour was a big thing for dragons. I'd not really thought about it, but my making him look bad was... bad. He returned a minute or so later carrying a large, white, plastic-backed rectangle. It almost looked like a--

"Is that a diaper?" I asked, confused.

"Of course. All hatchlings wear diapers. I am going to put it on you."

I laughed. "You've got to be kidding. Yeah, right, okay." I laughed. Then chuckled. Then took a deep breath and was silent. "You're serious? Where did you evenget this?"

"I told you," he replied, "I asked a few den-mothers. It is apparently a successful method for dire wolves. I have adapted it for humans. Lie down on the bed, now."

Gingerly, I did as he asked. Archax was gentle, but insistent. He swatted away my feeble attempts to cover myself up as he gently pushed me back onto the bed. "Be still, little one, I won't hurt you."

I won't lie, a small whimper escaped my lips as the giant reptile leaned over me, but he was as gentle as a lamb. Or maybe I was the lamb. An oversized claw took hold of both my ankles at once, gathering my legs together, and my bum was lifted off the bed. With a loud crinkling and a few grunts of concentration, a thick adult diaper was spread out beneath me. I was then unceremoniously lowered back down.

"Keep your paws away, please," Archax said, snorting as he batted at my hands which had immediately gone to my crotch. "It's not as if I've not seen a human penis before."

He had? When? Why? My mind boggled.

I hoped this... whatever this was would be over as soon as humanly possible. Still, I kept my 'paws' away from my crotch, by bringing them to my burning face.

"I see you aren't entirely finding this too awful an experience, hmm?" Archax chuckled, the back of his surprisingly soft claws stroking my semi-engorged genitalia as he eased some cream and then powder over it.

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Shh, shh, we'll be all done soon, pet." In a single smooth motion, he folded the front of the huge, white diaper up between my crotch and over the front of my tummy, teased the leg bands and then swiftly ripped the incredibly loud tapes open and pulled them tight against my hips. "There, all done! You can get up now, Peter."

Gingerly I sat upright, the plastic-backed white mass between my legs forcing my knees apart. I eased myself to my feet, standing bow-legged. As I straightened, the whole thing crinkled like I was eating an entire packet of crisps in one go. I cringed, everybody was going to hear this!

"If you are done admiring yourself, you may put your clothes back on."

I felt ridiculous. "Umm, okay, sorry." I blushed again, hands once more going to my crotch. The diaper was suddenly in the way, and I found myself absent-mindedly groping the front, squeezing the padding.

"Do you have to... what is the word, 'go'?"

"What? No, umm, no, I was just..." I could feel my face flush red.

"In that case, you are to stop 'stalling for time' and get dressed. Put your pants on! Or do I have to help you get dressed now, too?" Archax picked me up playfully, rolling my body around and tickling. I couldn't help but start giggling.

"Hey! Heey! Put me down... I can't put pants on yet, I don't even have underwear on!"

"Hrff, underwear. Don't be silly, you won't be needing 'big boy' underwear." Archax threw me back onto the bed, then loomed over my body with my jeans. After some grunting and maneuvering, he realized that my normal-sized jeans were having trouble fitting over my now-enlarged butt. Eventually they fitted. Mostly. "Hmm, I see we shall have to be getting you some new pants. You'll have to be careful until then, or everyone will see those diapers over your waistband."

"They'll what? Oh noooo..." I pulled at the plastic sticking out, moaning.

"Yes, they're not going to be comfortable for you tonight at all. You might as well take them off, just wear socks and... do you have some pajamas? Ah, yes, I see you do. Arms out!"

In short order, Archax had raided my closet for my largest set of pajamas before dressing me in them. They fitted, but it was painfully obvious that I was diapered. The thin, comfortable yet quite warm cloth did absolutely nothing to hide my diapers. If anything they made the thick bulge even more noticeable. I had a sneaking feeling that Archax had found the thickest diapers he could.

Then I had a truly horrible thought; what if he hadn't?

"Do I really got to wear this?" I complained.

"You do."

"Do I... umm, do I have to use them?"

"Why else would you be wearing them?"

I groaned, pawing at the front of my diapers. "That's disgusting."

"Hrmm. I tell you what. You may take them off for 'number 2', as you call it, but for all other uses, they stay on. This is supposed to be a punishment, after all. It's nto good if you're out of them at the first real sign of discomfort. Come, seeing as you no longer have to leave my presence for your work, we will be spending an evening in! I shall order the human food you call 'pizza'."

***

All things considered, this was pretty nice. Archax had redecorated when he'd moved into this apartment which had previously been rented by humans, changing up the normal sofa for a large, wide affair that was almost too large for a human, but now that I was snuggled in his arms -- he'd insisted on keeping me at arms' length -- I wasn't cold, and rather than his being boney and scaly as I'd thought dragons would be (a misapprehension I'd been disavowed of the day I'd originally met him, to be honest), he was soft and comfortable to lie on, almost like suede.

He flicked through the channels of his overly large television idly until he came to some draconic soap opera he liked to watch that was his guilty pleasure, then settled down until the pizza arrived.

I tried to watch it, but it was in draconic and there were no subtitles.

"Who's that?" I asked, when Archax grumbled something under his breath in draconic back at a character that appeared on screen. It looked like a human, but... subtly different.

"The grand mage, Peter. He wishes to seal Archon Melisand under a geas to be his dragon-steed, but she is betrothed to Varakas, the Lord of the Hidden Lair, who is actually pretending to be the grand mage's familiar. Beleron's actual familiar died during a botched summoning of the demon Belial."

"And... that's a bad thing?"

"Of course! Melisand is too mighty for such an incompetent scoundrel! And the Lord would never accept her as his consort should she submit... but she only sees Beleron's station as grand mage... she should tear his head off! Don't listen to him!"

This carried on for a short while, until the doorbell rang.

"Ah, I'll get that," Archax said. He then got up from the couch and headed to a smallish (for him) chest near the front door. He opened it, removing a small leather pouch, before closing it again and turning to the door itself.

This would have been fine, but Archax was somewhat forgetful at times.

"Hey! Put me down! They'll see I'm wearing--" I began. The door opened, a cute delivery girl holding three pizza boxes stood in the hallway. "--my diaper!" I said. "Oh shit!" I turned away from her, burying my face in Archax' shoulder. "It's not what I looks like!" I called out in a muffled voice.

"Twenty quid, mister," said the delivery girl, apparently nonplussed.

"I've got my claws full right now, so here you go, take what you need."

"Uh... okay. A ten, a five... another ten, I'll just put--"

"No, no, keep the rest as a tip, okay?"

"Thanks. Pleasure doing business."

I turned around as I felt Archax move to close the door, and found myself looking down at the girl.

"And hey, if you ever need a night out, I also do babysitting, just give me a heads up." She grinned at me, the bulging diaper not only obvious between my legs, but the waistband had dropped down exposing half my padded backside. At least it was still clean.

"Thank you, miss. My pet can be a bit of a clawful though. He is currently being punished."

"By getting pizza?"

"It is a long story, delivery human, not only involving pizza."

I groaned, burying my head in the dragon's shoulder once more.

"Eh, the offer's still open, he looks cute. Just call this number, ask for Suzie. Seeya!" She handed over a business card with the pizzas, then did a little half-salute wave, and with that, she was gone, as was the rest of my self-esteem.

Archax didn't seem to notice my internal struggle, he just fussed over setting out the pizzas with me still draped over one shoulder. Finally he sat down again on the over-large sofa.

"Ahh, food. I must admit, your world has great food, though the portions are a bit lacking. Ah-ahh! No soft drinks for you, little one. You may have pizza, but you will drink formula."

"Whaaat? But..."

"If you wish to think of it as a part of your punishment for earlier, then so be it. Stay right here." Archax then unceremoniously dumped me on the couch, returning a minute or so later with an oversized baby bottle which I'd heard him heat in the microwave. Where the hell had he'd gotten that!? Not to mention the formula.

"Drink it whilst it's still warm. You can have pizza too, but you will be finishing the bottle if I have to feed it to you to get you to drink it." He waggled a claw at me admonishingly. I blushed.

He hadn't been lying. Feed it to me he did when I made faces at it. He simply took hold of me, set me comfortably in the crook of his upper arm, and eased a nipple which had to have been made for a calf or something into my mouth. After almost choking, I got into the rhythm of it, and found myself sucking air before too long.

"Ah, yes, now I must do the burping! I have been reading up, Pet... I set you like this and--"

"Don't be silly, you don't ne-EEEEUURRRRP!" I almost threw up over his shoulder as he patted me on the back. I was Mortified.

"Good," he said, as he once more set me on the sofa. "Now you may have pizza and you may sit with me quietly until nap time. After that, we will be checking your diaper for the night. After that--"

I tuned him out angrily. This... this weirdness had better not last long.

***