Tricking The Dragon

Story by Topo on SoFurry

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#1 of Short Stories

A story I wrote for fun; read if you like.


Lust, it's an interesting thing really. The type of lust people experience can vary from person to person, but the principle of it is the same. It can drive the decent to do abnormal things, to do things that could be viewed as unorthodox in a society.

People tend to act upon these desires as it clouds the mind, in a sense disrupting logical thoughts into doing something that will satisfy said lust. That's where I bring you Falror, a dragon whose desires got the better of him, to do something that he regrets.

Standing in a clear meadow, a light breeze swept through the grass, the lonely trees leaves dancing. A purple dragon stood, four paws caressing the dirt as his tail flicked side to side, breathing the fresh air in deep.

His horns glistened coloured a pearlescent white with a darker shade of purple running down his neck to the underside of his tail-tip. Mighty wings sat upon his back as they flared, purple with darker shades for the membrane. A purple mane ran from between his horns to his tail, blowing in the wind.

He stood waiting. He was supposed to be waiting for a certain human; one of which he was supposed to be talking to. He had run into a wizard previously near a local village, one where he may have done some not so desirable deeds around. The wizard had said to come to this location; I mean he could have refused, but he didn't have anything else to do and it may provide some entertainment.

In the distance, Falror spotted him, the local wizard wearing that funny hat that most wizards had seemed to wear for some reason. Them and their silly sticks they would wave around; dragons did not even need anything to conjure magic, naturally being atoned to it.

In the distance he shouted to Falror, "dragon, I believe you have something to say about last week, no?" Falror shook his head, typical for humans to jump to their problems without even a proper introduction.

"Well hello to you too, wizard. So then, you wanted to discuss my happenstances at the village. I have all the reason to attack, it was solely in self-defence, nothing more nothing less."

The wizard tugged his pointy hat, "so self-defence is openly attacking the merchants for that hoard of yours? Please, the king wanted to have me talk with you about the future of his kingdom, we cannot just let you roam around doing things such that disrupts his citizens. He has relented on any punishment for now, only a warning since we were there to stop you before--"

Falror snorted, "you can tell that king of yours that I can do whatever I want. I was here before any of you filthy humans, and I only let you on to my land as compensation for a monthly fee in gold. That deal still stands, and your king cannot do anything about it. I have better things to be doing then talking to you about these menial things."

"Dragon, I will excuse being rude to me, but disregarding the king is an offence. Being of different species our laws don't technically apply to you, but I must ensure that I enforce his reign."

Falror had had enough of this human. He opened his wings, catching the air beneath his wings and pushing himself off the ground, taking flight. He opened his wings into a glide basking under the sunlight in the sky. "Annoying wizard. He speaks of pointless things, I have no reason talking to him," Falror muttered to himself. In the distance a mountain peak poked at the sky, an open cave near the top.

He landed at the cave entrance, bits of rock tumbling off the side. "Even if they wanted to, they could not possibly get up here. All I need is a nap..." the dragon slumped on his side, sprawling his limbs out and closing his eyes, a light snooze overcoming him.

***

Falror awoke. He yawned into the air as the sun reached its apex, casting the land in a golden glow. He picked this cave since it was out of reach from any nosy intruders, and the views of seeing the forests and rivers over the area were lovely.

His stomach grumbled, scanning the area for any possible lunch meals. Crouching, he opened his wings and stooped into a low glide closer to the ground, sniffing the air for potential prey. A peculiar smell hit him, something not necessarily that he would want to eat. He landed in front of the forest edge, a strange incense hitting his snout.

He knew this smell, it was of a dragoness, but he was sure that he was only dragon around for miles. The smell grew stronger as he approached the forest, poking his head between two trees. It doesn't make any sense that such a strong scent would happen to land in his forest of all places, especially something so arousing...

Deep in the forest, a group of humans huddled in a clearing, some clad in iron and chain, gripping swords of pure steel, and the wizard wearing his pointy hat. "Believe me, these are genuine dragoness pheromones. Once the dragon gets a whiff of this stuff, and he will come right to us. He cannot stay in that cave forever."

One of the knights spoke up, "Alfred, even if this works, how will we capture him? I mean we didn't even bring any traps along with us!"

"Quiet! I brought you along as bodyguards! I have a spell conjured around the perimeter that will ensnare our dragon. Just as the king requested."

"But why does the king--ack!" The wizard muttered something under his breath, rendering the knight speechless; literally! He tried speaking, but only gasps and moans escaped from the man clad in armour.

Falror followed the smell, not knowing why he was so hooked on to it. It mimicked the same of a dragoness in heat, yet he knew that there were no dragonesses close to his territory. That didn't deter him from following the smell further past the trees. His sheath poked out of his slit partially as he sniffed, his mind thinking of a dragoness raising her tail for him.

The wizard whispered, "Shh, here he comes! Swords at the ready just in case he tries fleeing!" Falror couldn't smell the humans on the wind as the dragoness pheromones overpowered his senses. He poked his muzzle around a tree, seeing the men standing there as the wizard pointed the pointy stick at him.

"What on earth?! What are you humans doing in my forest!" The wizard focused on the enchantment he had cast on the area, leather and chain springing out from nowhere, latching itself on to Falror's scales. A muzzle was pushed over his jaws, a leather strap stretching over his snout and straps buckling behind his head. His eyes darted to the cuffs locking around his paws, linked together with chains, essentially hobbling him. A collar snapped around his neck, and a set of cuffs locked around his tail, chain pulling the cuffs around his tail to the collar and forcing it over his back. Leather straps wrapped around each of his wings, locking and pulling tight, securing them.

"Grfm! Mmf, mmrgh!" Falror growled from behind the gag.

"Now that you have been successfully bound, we can take you back to the king without putting us harm's way. I know you are not to fond of our king, so we must take these-- extraordinary measures to ensure that you come with us. No dragon can resist the smell of a dragoness in heat, and it seems you are no different. You act as an intelligent creature, but you still fall prey to your own predatorial instincts. One more piece of equipment then we can get going."

A metal belt appeared out of thin air. Falror eyed it warily not knowing what it was, but when he felt the metal fasten snugly around his waist, his stomach dropped. "Lmf mmf mmf!" He cried, scratching his paws against the plate.

"That should keep you nice and innocent, don't want you enjoying this too much do we? I mean I do not know if you are into this sort of thing, but the king does not need to see that. Dirty dragon."

"Alfred, how are we going to get this massive dragon back to the kingdom? He is at least twice the size of me, and we can't simply take a wagon like on the way here." One of the knights said. The wizard stroked his chin, watching Falror squirm within his restraints, pulling at his chain securing his paws close together.

"Simple! It will exhaust me, but I can teleport us all there. Just give me a few minutes while I set up an incantation circle in the dirt." He moved into an open area, scratching his wand across the ground, making swirly patterns. The same guard from before approached the purple dragon, examining him. Falror growled, lunging forward at him. He flinched, but when he saw that his paws got caught and the dragon fell on to his side, he started guffawing to himself.

"Not so tough anymore are we dragon?" Falror growled at him again. He stroked the dragons flank, feeling a strap strung around his wing. "Looks like you won't be escaping this even if you wanted to, its dragon proof." A snarl broke through the muzzle, unable to bring his claws even remotely close to the straps.

The wizard called from the back, "alright, I'm all done here, knights! Get the dragon on to the circle, he can go first so he does not make a break for it." A guard positioned himself behind Falror, poking near his raised tail softly with his sword. His eyes gaped as he felt the intrusion of his sensitive regions, but blushed and moved forward. Was the tail necessary? It was humiliating!

He positioned himself on the markings in the dirt. "Don't you dare try rubbing it out, or I will personally shove a plug up that ass of yours and keep it there for a week." Falror blinked, distracted at the mention of a butt plug. The wizard started muttering, the circle emitting a faint glow before a flash erupted from it, partially blinding Falror. As his eyes adjusted from the burst of light, he saw around him that he was in a courtyard surrounded by large walls of stone. A large building sat to one end, leading into an antechamber and several side chambers. The other knights slowly started appearing around Falror as the wizard came last, his pointy hat still pointy as ever.

"The king will be out shortly, you there," he pointed at a random guard twiddling his thumbs, "go fetch the king!" The guard ran off quickly, heading inside the large structure ahead of them. "You dragon will be judged on past actions, and what will be of you."

"Grrmff!" Falror cried, but the wizard wasn't listening. He felt as if a wave of power had washed over the wizard. A man with a red robe laced with gold came out from the tower, wearing a crown and black dress pants. Falror could not take his eye off the gold shining from his attire, drawn to its polish. The knight followed by his side, grasping his sword in his right hand.

The king spoke, "I am king Henry, and it seems you have been causing trouble around my kingdom. Is this correct Alfred?"

"Yes, my liege, last week he was caught raiding a village!" Falror snorted, raiding is a harsh way to put it. It was on his land, so by right he can take it, especially if will look nice with his hoard! "What is your verdict for him, I will see to it done for his actions."

He eyed over the dragons scales, examining beneath his stomach, seeing his slit covered by the steel plate. Falror started to feel slightly heated at the man peering at his privates, blushing under his scales. "He is quite bound in this gear, that is for sure. Is that comfortable to wear dragon? Do you enjoy this sort of thing?"

He vigorously shook his head at the comment, but he felt his slit start to swell at the thought of his predicament, the fact the smell of a fake dragoness had lured him out... his sheath had pulled out slightly out of his sheath at the memory, pressing hard against the chastity. "Mmf..."

Was that a yes or no? No matter, Alfred, I want him in the dungeon, and put some bloody mitts on those claws, what were you thinking exposing them? He could have hurt somebody!" the king yelled. Falror was confused, he had purposefully tried to lunge at a guard earlier, but the chains were enough to hold him back, why mitts?

"Yes, my liege, dragon, follow me and do not think of running or I will have my guards personally deal with you." Falror picked up on the threat, grudgingly following the wizard as the guards poked his rear if he slowed. He was led into the castle, down a flight of stairs where the tunnel grew darker, lit by a row of torches hooked on the stone walls. "This is the dungeon; we will keep you here until the king has officially dealt with you." The guards forced him into a cell.

"And for the mitts..." he summoned some leather pouches, covering his paws and forcing his claws to fold inwards, rendering them useless. He muffled behind the muzzle, clenching his paws in the mitts secured with leather straps around his ankles. The king came up behind Alfred, "well done Alfred, you can leave now. I want to deal with him personally. Oh, and take my knights with you!"

"Yes, my liege," Alfred beckoned the knights over to him, climbing the staircase back into the throne room. The dragon snorted at the king from behind the bars, what could he possibly do to him? He is puny compared to himself, the only thing keeping him from the human was these restraints. "Oh, my king," Alfred shouted halfway up the stairs, "take this for if he misbehaves. It will get him to listen!" he threw a silver plated remote down towards him, the king barely catching before it hit the stone below him. On the remote was a label that read Chastity belt.

He cleared his voice, "alright dragon, so here is the deal, I want you to personally vow not to terrorize this kingdom no longer with your antics. I will summon Alfred down here later to remove your muzzle. For now, I believe some along time to let you think of what you did to my kingdom is in order."

The dragon tossed his head up at the king, tail tip twitching at the thought of abiding by this humans rules. He couldn't control him! He was a free dragon, who was easily trapped by dragoness pheromones... how had he been so stupid! Of course, there were no dragonesses in his territory, he knew that, then why did he follow the scent... curiosity perhaps? Or something else entirely?

"I will come back later, enjoy your little bondage situation, this should help distract you from your situation, perhaps teach you a lesson about controlling those urges of yours. Become so needy but be unable to satisfy that lust. Have fun." He cranked the dial on the remote, a slow buzzing emanating from the belt around the dragons waist. He turned to leave, throwing his cape into view.

"Mmff! Lmmf mmf!" he could already feel a slight strain against the metal, groaning from the stimulation. King Henry disappeared out of view as Falror tried pulling at the chains around his paws. He rubbed his mitt against the belt, his neediness enveloping him. "Mrghh!" He attempted grinding against the belt, but the stimulation was nowhere near enough to bring him close to climax, the stimulation lightly teasing him.

He rolled on to his back, bending his snout down to his paws to see if he can find purchase in the buckles. All the leather did was rub against the bindings, finding no weakness. He whined into his gag, pawing continuously at the vibrating chastity belt. His tail wiggled against his collar, wings pulling their leather confines as the lust took over his mind, convulsing there in horniness as he groaned at the feeling, but knowing there was not enough stimulation for an ejaculation.

He lost track of time, had it been minutes? Hours? Days? All he knew was that he couldn't take the buzzing, his trapped sheath being lightly tickled inside its prison. Falror clenched his paws inside the mitts trying to bear the feeling of vibration. King Henry and Alfred came down the stairs of the dungeon, seeing the dragon wriggling on his back at the slow torture.

"Poor thing," Alfred muttered, "how high did you put that thing on my king?"

"It was on the middle setting, clearly its functioning pretty well. Remove his gag, I want to see if he is willing to talk." Falror heard the voices from the cell, but he was too distracted from the chastity to move. The king reached into his pocket and switched of the buzzing. Falror felt the buzzing stop, collapsing from exhaustion.

"Dragon, stand, now!" Alfred ordered. He struggled to his feet, facing the two humans. The wizard unbuckled the straps of the muzzle from behind the bars, watching it fall between the dragons paws.

"Now, are you ready to vow not to disturb my kingdom? You know what to expect if you refuse!" The dragon groaned at the thought. He was swearing it by his name. Dragon's never break their promises, its shameful, a thing a human would do, not a dragon! He knew that if he vowed, he would be admitting the king was more powerful than him, which was surely not true! But to risk more of that torture...

Falror coughed, "alright as you wish, as long as I do not have to experience more ofthat torture, you have my dragon's oath that I swear not to harm or disrupt anything that happens within your kingdom no longer." He purposefully spat the "your" part at the king, feeling disgusted at suggesting he rules his land, but to risk more chastity torture it was worth it. Or was it?

The king laughed, "well me and Alfred were discussing earlier about an idea of what to do with you. We have decided to not let you free! We have your oath now yes, but we can use you as an example to any other dragons who get any ideas. We will keep you here and display you to for people on the streets starting tomorrow evening. For now," he cranked the dial on the remote even higher than last time, "I will leave you be."

An extreme vibration coursed through the chastity, stronger than last time but still not enough for a climax. "Please! Grr, I can't take this! It is too much..." he felt pitiful, but they had him by his strings, playing on his lust. The wizard secured the muzzle back on his jaws, leaving him groaning into the leather. "Mmff! Lmmf mmf Grrmff!"

"See you tomorrow dragon, have fun!" Alfred waved. The two left, scaling the stairs as they left him there writhing in agony at the increased stimulation. How long were they planning on doing this! He muffled into his gag, pawing at the chastity cage as the buzzing was the only noise being made throughout the dungeon. He felt he would be here a for _long_time.