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There was someone in Kahvur's forest.

They were trying to be sneaky, he thought, but there was no getting past a dragon's acute senses. He'd been able to smell something before he even landed, and after drinking his fill from the creek he lifted up his snout, turning it this way and that with his ears perked as he tried to pick out the source. Hmmmm. South and west, a little closer to the road and a little closer to town, as best he could tell--and the mix of fur and soapy, flowery scents meant some sort of anthro, so that direction made the most sense. Kahvur stalked off on foot, quiet as a massive, dangerous jungle cat.

He prowled along for about five minutes before at last he was close enough to pinpoint his quarry. Their own footsteps were soft, but not silent, starting and stopping--had they heard him? He perked his snout again, just listening for a little while, but no: they resumed and then halted once more even when he stood still the entire time. He focused on the scent. It was definitely just one anthro, or there would be a mix of scents of conversation or more footsteps in less of a rhythm, but he couldn't quite tell the species just with his nose. So on he went, weaving around the trees, dodging underbrush, until he came back nearly to the bank of the same creek he'd just drunk from upstream, peeked his snout around a tree, and saw her.

The anthro was a rabbit, brown-furred, dressed in neat traveling clothes from neck to calf with only a little poof of a tail sticking out from beneath the transition from shirt to pants, and she seemed on the smaller side for an anthro once he accounted for the ears lifted up straight atop her head, twisting and twitching in response to all the little noises of the forest that concealed his own sounds. She had a pack on her back and a walking stick in hand, the end of which tapped on the ground as she looked at the creek. Here the banks were steep and rocky and the creek wide, far more difficult to cross than if she went a hundred yards in either direction, and as he watched her she lifted her head and tried to squint through the trees one way, and then the other. Her eyes swept right over him when she turned from north to south, but his coloration was made for the woods: green on top and brown beneath, dappled to blend in among leaves and grasses and dirt and roots.

She seemed attentive, and surely had strong hearing, at least he thought. He wondered how close he could get without her noticing, and fought down a chuckle. Actual rabbits had strong legs; how high would she jump if he snuck right up behind her?

Kahvur grinned to himself at the thought, and when she turned south he followed her, claws lifted, every step careful, gaining on her with his long legs, sticking to the boundary between forest and creek-bank to try to balance speed and concealment. Though the rabbit's ears were always active, she didn't ever even begin to turn her head as he crept closer, closer, closer... The nearer he came, the larger his grin, all those big dangerous fangs bared; two months from now he could never have done this, when the ground was covered in hard crunching leaves, but now, in the height of summer with every plant green and supple, he was able to get so close that he could have reached out and batted at her ears with his paw.

He softly inhaled, and then let out a stern growl.

The rabbit did indeed jump about three feet in the air, and whirled around with her walking stick raised to strike--and when she saw dragon she shrieked in fright, high and piercing! Her staff fell from her hands, she stumbled backward, her hands lifting non-threateningly and all her short fur standing on end, and her eyes wide... Until she noticed how hard he was laughing.

Kahvur was nearly doubled up, his tail wagging, laughter ringing through the trees. Oh that had been so funny! The initial shocked leap, the way her big ears had flinched! Then seeming brave for just a moment until realizing who he was and getting so very frightened, just like he'd imagined, that had been so worth it!

"Hey! That was mean!" she said in a high, indignant voice, her ears dropping down flat behind her head.

"No, it was so funny! Your face-- That scream-- You jumped so high when I growled at you! That was perfect!" he said, and dissolved into laughter again.

She made a grumbly, adorable noise that was probably a rabbit version of a growl, and stooped to pick up her stick. "It was very mean and scary! You could have given me a heart attack!"

"Well then maybe you should pay more attention to your surroundings, hmmm? Isn't that what those big things are for?" Still chuckling, he extended a paw towards her ears, and she rapped her stick against it until he pulled it back.

She huffed. Her grumpiness was way too cute as well, like there was no way that face was ever meant to look angry. "You say that like you weren't obviously trying to sneak up on me, Mr. Predator! I mean-- Maybe I didn't expect someone as big as you to be that silent, but if you were trying not to be noticed, how was I supposed to know you were there!"

He sat up and preened one of his wings proudly at her recognition of his hunting prowess. "By looking around occasionally, perhaps? It's not like I could just duck behind a bush," he said, leaning his snout closer to look down at her and remind her of the difference in size--and how big something would have to be to conceal him. The tips of her ears might have almost made it to his shoulder when they stood up straight, but the actual top of her head was nowhere close. "Besides, one would think someone as jumpy as you would be more alert!"

The rabbit grumbled again and tried to poke him in the snout with the end of her stick, but he ducked out of the way. "I was paying attention! You are big and mean and scary and should not startle people like that!" With every word she tried to poke him with the stick again, until as amusing as it was he grew tired of her trying to poke the wood up his snout and batted it aside with a paw; her eyes went super wide and she went silent, freezing in place.

Still scared of him! He laughed again, and when she took that as a sign he wasn't actually going to hurt her, sagging in relief, he reached out and patted her on the head with one of his big front paws. "Well I suggest you try a bit harder, little bunny! You'd need to start running as quickly as you could after all, and that's always easier with more of a head start..."

Her ears shot up again when she glared at him. "Hey! I could fight back too you know!" She started to raise the stick again, and he casually reached his paw out to push it down to the ground and pin it there.

"Oh! Could you?" He laughed when she tried and failed to retrieve her walking stick, and stuck out the tip of his tongue at her, taunting.

"Yes!" she said, offended, one of her big feet stamping in the dirt. "I will have you know that I am quite capable of handling myself!" When he glanced at the stick still trapped under his paw and lifted the ridge above one eye she huffed and went on, "I mean, maybe not against a dragon, but just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't give someone a good smack!"

Oh! She probably heard a lot of short jokes. He chuckled in amusement, though everyone seemed small to a dragon. "Mmhmm. I am sure you are very tough and intimidating to things your own size, little bunny."

"Stop calling me that!" she yelped, snapping up straight again and shaking her cute little fist up at him.

It was really, really hard to stop laughing; she was so adorable, an angry little ball of fluff, like she could do anything at all to threaten him! "You are though! Compared to a big dragon like me."

She crossed her arms and grumped. "Well not everyone can be a dragon, Mr. Big Meanie Scales. You may not know what it's like but some of us are not bigger and stronger than everyone else."

There were other dragons who were bigger and stronger than him, but he decided he didn't need to make that point: teasing her again would be way more fun. "And some of you are smaller than everyone else."

"I said stop that!" she yelped up at him, nearly vibrating with her teeny little sparks of fury. "Someone ought to make you feel like the weak little one!"

His tail twitched back and forth at the thought, and his hind claws dug into the earth. Considering what he and Bruviana had been up to last night... He couldn't keep from squirming just a little. "I assure you, there are other dragons who have no trouble making me feel that way." Or making me like it, he thought to himself, and to keep from squirming again he added, "no one your size, though."

She blinked her big brown eyes, and her ears went all half-tilted: suddenly seeming curious rather than angry. "Wow, really? How big do dragons get? Are you a small dragon?"

He was about average for a dragon, really, or at least big enough to not be self-conscious about his size. Besides, he didn't want to seem all mad about it like she had! He only made a little huff, and said, "no, I'm about in the middle. But there are some dragons who are as much longer than me as you are tall."

"But bigger enough that they... how did you put it? Have no trouble making you feel weak and little?"

Suddenly her gaze seemed a bit too piercing, and he was very conscious of her eyes on him when he thought about how certain dragonesses would cuff his paws together and strap his snout shut and then he would feel quite weak and helpless indeed when they teased and taunted and molested him... He forced himself not to groan, but there was no avoiding how his claws tightened and how his body wriggled hips to shoulders when he recalled how fun such encounters should be. "Yes, bigger enough," he said, but his voice felt a little constricted, more than a little hesitant to discuss something like that with this stranger! Nonthreatening as they might be.

"Awww, poor thing, do the bigger dragons all bully you?" She gave him a condescending giggle of her own, and even when he snorted and loomed his snout over her--more safely, since she no longer had her stick to poke it with--she didn't look repentant!

"They do not," he growled. "It is definitely not bullying."

"But it is something, or it wouldn't have made your scales go all ripply." Her ears were standing up again, giving him impression that she was quite focused on him. "So is it embarrassing for some other reason that you feel weaker than them? Maybe smaller dragons are the ones who are making you feel weak? Ooh! Or maybe it's the girl dragons who bully you!"

That was uncomfortably close to home, although he definitely wouldn't call it bullying when Bruviana tied him up or spanked him or refused to let him cum! He squirmed a lot more, feeling his snout and ears flushing hot, and they flattened back again when he growled defensively. "Well first of all, dragonesses are bigger than dragons anyway. And second of all, it's not bullying!"

The rabbit giggled, a high taunting sound when it came at his expense. "What is it then?"

He froze. What could he call it that wouldn't reveal how kinky it was? But he was drawing a blank, and his brain only bogged down further when she and her long straight ears both leaned quite expectantly towards him! "Uh-- uhm... consensual?"

She broke down giggling harder than ever, no matter how he bared his teeth or growled at her. "Ohhh I get it! So you are a subby little dragon, is that it?"

Yes. Yes he very definitely was--when it came to the big dominant dragonesses he knew! Not to pesky teeny little anthros! "That's none of your business."

"Mmhmm. Maybe not! Though you did say that you've never submitted to someone my size, is that right?"

"Yes, that's right," he growled; his ears still felt hot, probably the only place a blush would be visible on him, if she knew where to look. "Because I am big and strong and you anthros are so much smaller! How could one of you possibly handle a dragon?"

Her expression turned sly, or at least if the way her ears swept back and her eyes narrowed when she smiled meant the same thing it did on a dragon's snout. "Oh, I think I know how..."

He snorted. "And how is that?"

"Rope!" she said brightly, and slung her pack off her shoulder. "Lots of it. I came out here prepared to do some climbing, but I could use all this rope on you instead. It would handle you just fine." She pulled a coil out of her pack and showed it to him.

Kahvur's ears perked forward at first and he had to consciously pin them back instead--getting tied up was exactly what all her prodding had put on his mind, but by a dragoness using something strong enough to actually hold a dragon! Not this little unfamiliar anthro using those tiny cords. He nosed at the coils and snorted again. "There is no way those flimsy little strings could hold me."

"Oh, I bet they could. Tie your paws together, tie your snout shut, and you'd be a big stuck dragon instead."

As if. Maybe it felt strong to her, but he was a dragon! But if she was going to be so sure, it sounded like he could turn a little profit off of proving her wrong, and it was hard to say no to easy treasure. "You bet, do you? What do you bet?"

She blinked in surprise, then bent back down to reach into her pack again, and pulling out a little purse she tossed it onto the ground, where it rattled like it was full of coins. "How about this? And I'll tell any other dragons I meet how strong you are. But if I tie you up and you can't escape, then you have to stop calling me small and weak! And I want one piece of treasure from your hoard. You do have a hoard, right?"

"Of course I do!" he said, bristling; what kind of question was that to ask a dragon! His tail lashed back and forth and he glared at her, wanting more than ever to prove her wrong now--besides, all the treasure of real value was well hidden; she'd only see the coins and little gemstones to choose from, not the more elaborate pieces or the family heirlooms or anything else. He nosed at the purse to confirm it contained what he thought he did, and the scent of the precious metals from coins was distinct. "Let's do it then, little rabbit. You can tie me up, and when I shred your ropes all these coins are mine."

"Such confidence!" The rabbit looked around and said, "well, this looks like as good a place as any. Hmmm, how best to do this," she wondered, and looked him up and down, running the rope through her fingers as she thought.

"Does it matter? I'll snap it all in a few moments anyway."

"We'll see! Okay, how about you put your front paws together here." She gestured to the ground in front of her, and he obliged, planting his forepaws right against each other. He even managed not to shiver a little when she wrapped the first coil around them! She wrapped her rope around his wrists two, three, four times--no, the rope was doubled on itself, so every time she wrapped it was actually two coils, and his tail did twitch when she started to pull them tight!

When she glanced up and saw him watching, she asked, "so are all dragons this eager to get tied up?"

His snout flushed again. Yes, he loved getting that kind of attention from a dragoness, but, "more like I'm eager to win some easy treasure," he answered instead, and then grunted when the coils of rope all tightened down around his paws! It felt tighter than cuffs did, perhaps, but it was still just rope, and only designed for an anthro's weight at most anyway; he could pull way harder than that! He squinted down at her as she cinched a knot at the top of the tie, as far from his claws as she could put it, and then when she turned to get her next coil of rope he tried to twist his paws and extend his claws to touch the ropes--but she'd put them out of reach! And they hadn't stretched or loosened at all when he pulled, he noticed, his tail wriggling again.

"It's not too tight, is it?" she said when she untangled her next length of rope and saw him testing the knots. "I don't know where a dragon's pressure points are, so I had to guess they're in similar places to where an anthro's would be. I'd hate to injure you just for a bet!"

The ropes were definitely tight, but it wasn't like his claws were already tingling or anything like that. "I won't have them on for more than a few minutes anyway."

"Could you lie down on your side, and put your front and back paws together?" He tilted his head and lowered himself down--a bit clumsily, with his forepaws restrained so tightly--and then sprawled himself out on his side, giving all his limbs a good stretch in opposite directions before doing as she'd asked, bringing all four paws together at his belly. "That's it." She paused to think again, then had to use both hands to arrange his limbs the way she wanted, putting his hind paws together, and after starting to tie his ankles she said, "well, maybe that's true, but it's still good to be sure! I don't know, maybe you might enjoy feeling tied up to want to just squirm for a while before actually trying to get yourself out."

Kahvur felt his blush again--and the warmth came from more than just his snout this time, he could feel a little stirring between his hinds, too, from how tight the ropes were getting and from what usually happened to him when he got tied up! He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before answering, and as he collected himself she coiled more and more rope about his hinds. "Or maybe I'd just want to give you a little hope that you actually came close before pulling all this stuff apart!" He thumped his tail on the ground for emphasis.

"Mmhmmm." She finished another knot, and when he tried to move his hind legs he found them tightly roped up as well--they could move together, or maybe twist a tiny bit against each other, but that was about it! "Because you wouldn't be enjoying it at all, is that right? Getting trussed up isn't something that excites you?"

His blush was getting hotter, his slit a little more swollen, but at least he wasn't peeking out for her to point to as evidence; she was right on the money, not that she needed to know it! He growled at her and lifted his snout to flatten his ears and glare.

"I'm not hearing a no," she giggled.

"And if I said no then you'd probably sound all sarcastic, like, 'sure you do,' so it doesn't really matter if I say no or not! Just go on believing whatever you want to believe--rrrnng!" He'd thought it was a pretty clever way to get out of answering the question, but at the very end he grunted and writhed when she yanked his wrists and ankles together and started to add more ropes, above and below and between and around the ones she'd already tied, binding his joints against each other and making it all feel tighter!

She lifted an eyebrow at him, her ears splaying a little. "Well, I guess we can always let your body answer the question, hmm?" she taunted, and when he spluttered indignantly she giggled harder than ever. "Give your paws a little tug, will you? I think the knots are good, but some of that got a little complicated."

The dragon growled again, but he tugged each paw in turn, twisting and pulling--uh oh. The ropes were feeling really tight, and with all four of his paws hogtied that strictly, all the coils and knots working together felt a little stronger than he'd expected. Well, he could always claw them apart, or even saw a little with one of his fangs, right? He squirmed and his wings rustled, as he watched her inspect her handiwork for a few more moments after he settled down; she reached into the mass of cords and knotted ends, making a few quick adjustments, then bounced back up onto her feet.

"I think that takes care of your legs! Mind if I add a little to your wings and tail, too? Then once I deal with your snout we can let you get started on the escaping." She giggled again, and he huffed. It wasn't like he could use his wings or tail to untie ropes, and as long as she was careful with his wings it wouldn't bother them, but he was starting to feel like he was really going to need his tail tucked in close to keep something hidden from her giggling face--otherwise she'd keep taunting him, and he wouldn't even be able to deny it! But he couldn't think of a good reason to say no, either, and if he asked how she wanted to tie them it might reveal his concern.

But honestly, if he grew aroused, she'd probably see it no matter where his tail was. That was the one advantage anthros had with wearing clothes: things could stay hidden! "Oh fine, I guess you may as well," he said, sounding as grouchy as he could manage. Plus, maybe that would give him more time to inspect the ropes on his paws and find a way to pull out of them more easily?

"Yay! The more restrained you are, the tighter it will all feel once you start struggling, and that will make it a more impressive escape, right?" She winked at him, deepening his blush, and hopped back to her bag to get a couple more coils of rope.

"Just be gentle with my wings, okay?" he said as she went around behind his back, and he folded them down as snugly as he could without cramping himself.

Another cheeky wink. "I'm sure that won't be a problem for a tiny little rabbit like me, right?"

When she giggled at him some more he growled, and thumped his tail a couple more times. "Just be careful."

"Like I said, I don't want to hurt you over a little bet! Oh, your paws are still fine, right?" She said, and started to loop her ropes around his wings while waiting for his answer. True to her word and his request, she was being a lot gentler with them, seeming to focus more on linking the wraps together to make sure they wouldn't slip off him than trying to make things as tight as possible--snug, sure, but not putting any extra pressure on him like all the bindings on his paws were.

He pulled on them again, grunting. Maybe if he twisted in a certain direction and it put more pressure on the inside of his wrist, it hurt a little and made his claws feel a bit stiff, but if he just lay still or moved in a different direction then the ropes didn't seem too uncomfortable. "They're fine," he said--and then remembered he'd meant to inspect them, he'd been busy making sure she treated his wings right! One set of coils had gone around the upper joint, preventing his wings from unfolding and holding them together as well; the second she'd put near the other end, at the folded tips, to make sure they remained bundled up and out of the way.

"Could you swing your tail back here too?"

He glanced in her direction to see what she meant, then curled his tail around behind his back, next to her and his roped-together wings. It twitched and wriggled when she started to coil ropes around it as well, but he forced himself to let her work and look at his paws: rope and knots, and lots of both. It was hard to tell where one strand ended and the next began, or which knots secured which loops! He could see knots here and there, plenty of tight wraps around all his limbs, but he didn't see any obvious weak points, and he would have to twist his claws awfully far to get them anywhere near the coils--and that would be plenty difficult considering how tight the ropes felt already, barely tested.

He shivered a little, a little clench of anxiety starting to form in his belly. Maybe this would be a bit more difficult than he'd expected.

"That's not too tight, is it? Your tail's pretty flexible, so I wasn't sure how heavily to do it."

Oh right. He looked up to see she'd woven what looked almost like a ladder of rope along his tail, running from where his tail passed the lower ropes on his wings to where it ended between his shoulders, each end of the weave bound to his wings to keep his tail behind his back. He wriggled it around without much success, but it was surprisingly comfortable, the squeeze of the ropes distributed well. "No--it's fine," he said, and wriggled again as he realized just how exposed he was now. "Almost done?"

"Mhmm! Just your snout left now, big boy. I can't wait to see how hard you'll struggle!"

His shaft pulsed, and he realized he'd slid out of his slit, starting to go hard. At least the rest of the work she had to do was on the other end of his body, so she wouldn't notice for a while, but the feeling still made him blush hot all over again, and he knew she'd taunt him endlessly about it as soon as she did see. "Don't get your hopes up too high," he said, but he was starting to feel a lot less confident. It seemed like she knew her knots, which he supposed she must if she went climbing with these ropes--if a knot gave out or wasn't tied correctly, she might fall and die!

"We'll see," she giggled, stooping to fish more out of her pack. How much rope did she even have with her?

Wait, she'd also talked about pressure points and stuff. Did that mean she also knew her ropes in order to tie people up? He peered at his paws again, then his tail--that weave especially seemed like it had to be some pretty advanced sort of technique! Maybe she knew a lot more about this sort of thing than she'd let on.

"Hey. Dragon. Bring your cute green nose over here please," said the rabbit, her foot tapping in the grass. He growled at the cute part, but did as she asked, swinging his snout around to face her where she stood by her pack. "Right here, right above the ground? It's hard to reach up that high."

He grumbled and lowered his head. "Hope you're about ready to lose that coin."

"I'm sure you'll try your best!" She smiled, then he noticed at the last moment that she didn't have rope in her hands: she had a broad black cloth, which she draped over his eyes and wrapped twice around his head!

"Hey!" He yelped as the world went dark and tried to yank his snout away, but her weight was just enough to keep him from lifting his head out of reach, the rabbit clinging to the ends of the cloth until he lowered his snout again, when she hurried to knot them tight. "You didn't say anything about a blindfold!" he protested, struggling a little and then trying to ignore the way his cock throbbed harder from how the ropes were tight enough that he hadn't been able to stop her from doing something unexpected!

"What's the matter?" she said. "Does all your strength vanish if you can't see? It's not like I'm going to run away! I'm sure you'd catch up to me no problem if you can get out, and if you can't, well, I need to stick around so you can lead me to my reward!" He growled, and flinched when she stroked his snout with one of her hands. The cloth was thick and heavy, broad and tight enough that not even the slightest hint of light slipped through, leaving him utterly blind. "Besides, don't things feel tighter this way? Isn't that more exciting?"

It did, and his dragonhood throbbed again, fully hard now and resting against his thigh. Oh he was going to be in for it when she saw that... He grumbled, and squirmed, unable to glare at her and having to settle for the toughest-sounding growl he could manage to let her know how he felt about her doing something she hadn't said she would. But finally he admitted, "well, it does, yes. But that doesn't meallllllnn--"

He was cut off by a large knot of rope that she pulled into his jaws and yanked back behind all his teeth before he realized what she was doing, cords pulling the corners of his mouth back hard as she tied the cluster of ropes off behind his head so he couldn't push the knot out of his mouth or move it from where it pinned down his tongue, and it was behind all his teeth so he couldn't gnaw at it either! "Hhheyyy! Llllehh-- Nnngh! Rrrrnnnf!" He managed a couple yelps of protest before more coils of rope wrapped around his snout and yanked taut, pinning his jaws down tight on the rope gag she'd fixed in his jaws and muffling any further complaints.

"Rrrnnnh. Nnn fffrrr! Yynnn nndnnt mmmy-- Nnnhg!"

It was almost impossible to speak around the ropes, and he grunted again when she worked a few more strands around his snout, connecting the loops around his jaws to those that formed the gag to make sure it wouldn't slip off. But then something tugged on the gag, and when she started to pull on the back of his head the rope felt even tighter, forcing his neck to bend, and trying to fight it made the ropes dig into his gums and the knot press on the roof of his mouth until he relented! His neck was forced to bend back, further and further, arching opposite to the bend of his body practically as far as it could reach until at last he felt more tugging where his tail was bound between his shoulders, and when he tried to straighten his neck he realized she'd tied the back of his gag to his wings and tail so he couldn't straighten his neck or reach his paws with his snout!

"There, I think that's everything! How long should we give you, do you think? An hour?"

He shuddered, his heart pounding, huffing out a few hard breaths, trying to give his neck a few tugs against the rope but unable to figure out a way to unbend his neck or twist it enough to at least let him arch the other way instead. It wasn't just for comfort, as long as his snout was twisted back like this he wouldn't be able to try to use his biggest fangs to saw on the ropes! "Nnnnh-- nnn! Llllnngrr!" he grunted past the ropes through and around his snout. If all the bindings were really as tight as they felt right now, if they weren't prone to just pulling loose, he was going to need all the time he could get!

"Sorry, I don't speak dragon! If you've got an opinion, you're going to need to stick to English," she said, her giggle betraying that she knew full well he couldn't say a word--and even if he did somehow, she might just ignore it! He-- he really might be stuck and at her mercy, he thought, and shuddered all over, and moaned. His cock throbbed again when she said, "yeah, I think an hour sounds good. Plenty of time for you, right?"

Kahvur growled at her, as best he could through the improvised gag and muzzle and the bend in his neck: muffled and labored and far less threatening. He really, really hoped it was plenty of time, because the tie sure had felt tight when he'd first tested it! Gathering himself, he pulled his legs towards his body, then kicked them out again, all together at first and then trying one at a time. Nothing slipped, nothing gave; she had looped so many coils around his paws that they felt nearly as unyielding as metal cuffs, yet far more strict from how tight she'd cinched all of the coils!

"What's the matter? I thought you said a big dragon like you could snap my rope in moments!" she taunted, and he heard her walking in the direction of his legs, surely watching while he tried to squirm and yank his paws free--and failed to get any of the coils to budge. "Or are you just enjoying it for now, and not really trying yet?"

He growled blindly at her, curling his claws and trying to twist them towards the ropes, but they were too tight to let him do that either! "Rrrrgh! Nn mmmnn trrr-nnng!"

"I told you, I can't understand dragon! Aren't you going to escape?"

His snarl sounded more like a moan, and he thrashed, tugging hard on the ropes around his legs, trying to twist them or slip them or make the knots give way--but they were so tight that all the effort just made his joints feel sore, he didn't seem to be making any progress at all! And if anything was getting any looser, he certainly couldn't see it, let alone feel it!

"No?" she giggled. "Or is this the part where you get my hopes up before dashing them? You're hardly even moving after all!"

He groaned; he was hardly moving because he couldn't move, everything was so tight! His paws could barely budge thanks to all the coils, and having them all tied together meant that trying to move one moved either none or all four! Not to mention how strictly his neck and tail were stuck. He tried to take a deep breath and gather himself, and then struggle some more, but he wasn't making any headway, he was just wearing himself out, and turning himself on way more to boot! His shaft pulsed steadily where it leaned on his thigh, and there was no calming that down, let alone hiding it--if anything, the humiliation of having been so securely trussed up by the little anthro only made him hornier! "Cmmnn-- nnn!" He pulled as hard as he could, cords digging into his wrists and ankles, and the ropes simply would not give!

Then he heard her gasp, followed by a short, low giggling, and he blushed hot and writhed uselessly when she said, "well, at least I won't have to learn dragon to find out whether getting tied up so tightly excites you."

"Rrrrgh... Rrrrnh!" he tried to growl at her, but feeling so helpless only encouraged his arousal, and no amount of struggling or trying to will his erection to go away did anything about it! He blushed and he again twisted his tail, his paws, sides already heaving from the effort, and still his hard cock throbbed between his strictly bound hind legs.

"I was right, wasn't I? You want to enjoy being tied up for a while before you use all that impressive draconic strength to escape! That's adorable!" she said, and his blush deepened as more of her giggles teased his ears. Again he kicked, straining to twist his neck around, fuming and achingly hard and not able to get the ropes to budge! And so having to listen to her say, "the big, strong dragon just loves to feel all trapped and weak and powerless... Well, until he's had enough and snaps the ropes like they aren't even there, isn't that right?"

He felt her hands stroke his flank and he shivered--and was unable to stop a little rolling motion of his hips. He hurriedly resumed struggling, growling as he yanked back and forth on the unyielding hogtie; once again it did no good except to make him feel a little more hopelessly trapped and make his cock throb again, and he subsided with a helpless moan.

Her hand ran along the scales of his flank again, inching nearer and nearer to that twitching flesh, and no matter how he writhed or pulled with his paws or tail there was no getting her away from it! "It looks to me like it could use a little attention," she said. "And you look like you're really enjoying it, so you won't mind right?"

Of course the first thing that popped into his head was a dragoness's paw stroking him as he squirmed, and some attention sounded great to his needy cock--but no, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about pleasure, he was supposed to escape! And some teasing strokes from her hands would only distract him worse! "Dnnnt, rrrnnh! Lllnn nnt nnlln!"

"Again, dragon, I don't speak your language," she mockingly chided him, and before he could try to shake his snout against the neck-rope her hand made the jump from scales to flesh. Her fingers were soft and gentle, nothing like a dragon's paw, and it was impossible not to shiver from the gentle sensation when she gave him a slow, light, experimental stroke. His claws curled, and he groaned, his paws all pulling down towards his hindquarters but unable to reach far enough to disturb her.

"Oooh, I think he likes it." She did it again, the sensation and the tight rope gag preventing any protests, then taking his length in both of her little hands she gently pulled him out from between his thighs to give herself easier access.

His tail twitched back and forth, and he took a few rapid, groaning breaths, fangs bared uselessly. "Rrrrnnh. Tnnf thhhf!" he said, and bucked against the hogtie, but the ropes only creaked softly as they held him and it didn't even get her hands off of him. She just gave him another stroke with both her hands this time, one gently cupping either side of his length, tracing the shape of its head, the heavy pulsing shaft, gliding all the way down to where it left his slit. He moaned. Her soft little hands felt way better than they should have...

Back her hands went, and as she rubbed she giggled, "you're not giving up already are you? Are the ropes too tight for the big dragon?" But even as she said it she squeezed him, right behind the tip, and how was he supposed to try to struggle when she sent such pleasure sparking through him! He grit his teeth and moaned more loudly, his hips jerking towards her despite himself--no, she was right, he was supposed to be escaping! He tried to kick, to twist his paws and reach his claws towards those ruthlessly strict coils, and she just kept stroking him, not letting his squirms shake him from her grip no matter how he wriggled! Too tight, pleasure, tight, tight, he couldn't reach, and it felt so good!

"Nnnnghh!" He collapsed again, his hips rocking roughly back and forth, but all he could feel was her touch. "Sthhph nnnt!" he tried to force out, jaws aching from the effort of pulling against the neck rope and the hard shape of the knot in his mouth, but she just continued the slow gentle stroking motion until she reached his tip again, and he shuddered all over, groaning out his breath. She was getting him awfully horny, or maybe the rope was doing it, but either way it was getting hard to focus!

The rabbit paused for a few moments, then gave his dragonhood a little experimental poke. "Is that how you say 'more' in dragon? It sure seems like you want more, I mean, just look at how hard you are! Well if that's what you want, I don't mind, as long as you're sure you it won't be too distracting while you escape."

"Nnnhh-- Rrrrhhh...!" Her next squeeze felt a little more firm, her motions a little faster, and he clenched his claws tight again, unable to shut out the stimulation enough to protest, let alone struggle properly, and it only felt more intense from the fact that he couldn't make her stop--that despite how much bigger he was she could just ignore his growls and keep on stroking, just like that, "nnnngh!" He just wanted to thrust and thrust and let her keep up this handjob until he came! His hips rocked and his tail thumped, breathing a little more ragged even though she'd barely even gotten him started, and he moaned in pleasure, in desire, again reaching back and feeling the bindings all holding his paws together, keeping him from interfering, keeping him under her control... His shaft throbbed in her grip. No, no, he was supposed to be getting out! He tried to twist, to arch and to pull and to struggle, and all along her hands glided back and forth, back and forth, and with every failed attempt his arousal burned higher. The ropes just wouldn't break!

He'd have to find a way to get the knots undone, to, to, to make her stop doing that, he couldn't think! He tried to twist his limbs, flex his wrists and his paws and blindly feel for the coils of ropes so he could slash them open with his sharpened claws, but the coils were too tight-- Come on, he moaned, he had to reach!

"What's the matter?" The rabbit was repeatedly rubbing a hand along the underside of his length, focusing right beneath his head, and the attention somewhere so sensitive was making him quiver all over. "You aren't giving up already, are you? Surely these 'flimsy little strings' I used aren't too much for a dragon."

She giggled, and when he bucked again she kept a firm hold on his cock, not letting him get away from her or the stimulation. "Nnnhh. Lllnnt gmm! Yyhhnn... ssssd yhh hhlllffd lllnt mmm rrrrrgllf!" he complained, punctuated by a moan of frustration when the muffled words just earned him a few more strokes.

"Mmm, I think that pre means you're really, really liking this. Maybe you'd rather just let me tease you a while and escape right at the end? Well, assuming you can keep track of time. You've let a fair bit slip past already, after all, and you don't seem to have made any progress." Rub, rub, clench went her hands, another long squeeze running from base to tip, and he curled his claws and thrashed despite the wave of pleasure that ran through him.

"Cmmm... nnnnh!" He kicked again, again, trying every combination of pulls and twists that he could think of to find his paws a little slack, and as he struggled she teased, and teased, slowly but surely getting firmer, faster, clouding his mind with lust and stimulation while he made attempt after futile attempt to break out of the ropes. There had to be something he could do! He was a dragon! A very, very horny dragon... He shuddered hard, not sure exactly when he'd started to focus more on humping her hands than on freeing his paws. At this rate he wasn't going to need to much more for her to make him cum, and he moaned just at the thought--an orgasm sounded awfully good to him, especially while trussed up so tight.

And just when he was starting to anticipate it, she let go of him, the sudden lack of pleasure making him thrash and groan in need. "That's about 20 minutes down, dragon. Unless you think you can untie yourself fast when the moment comes, you might want to try a little harder. Like maybe as hard as you're looking down here." She gave him a soft, gentle caress, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning in desire, feeling his cock bounce a little with his pulse. That felt so good, and he was getting so close to climax...

But not to freedom! He hadn't made any progress at all, unless there was a knot he couldn't see that was starting to slip! If only he could see, if only he could move his snout--he was starting to feel horribly certain that his paws were all stuck if he couldn't use something else to tamper with the knots, but at the same time the rope forcing his neck to bend felt so very strict. He couldn't turn to the side far enough to get some slack, he couldn't straighten his neck, couldn't get enough room to turn it the other way instead, and as long as it was trapped in that arch it couldn't get anywhere near the rest of the restraints.

What was he going to do?

Just cum, and surrender a little treasure, thought the part of his mind that was way too into this. Yeah her touch was getting him so close, but he'd gotten hard all on his own, and there was no denying he enjoyed this sort of treatment, the tight rope, teasing, denial, submission, even to a puny little creature like her... He shuddered and he groaned, still humping despite her leaving his shaft unattended for the moment, feeling how it ached, how worked up he was, how good an orgasm would be in such strict bondage. "Mmmnngh..." He moaned, he panted, he tried to gather himself, his legs twitching restlessly, neck straining. Everything was so tight, his neck, his tail, and his paws, he simply could not move!

The position of his wings and tail and neck kept him from rolling over more than a little bit, stuck there on his side with all his paws together. Was there anything he hadn't tried? Did he have any options other than pulling and pulling and hoping a knot would loosen or a paw would slip? Taking deep breaths, trying to recover a little strength, he carefully shimmied a forepaw back and forth. First towards his body, then away, trying to see if he could get his claws more room to get at the ropes or find just a little bit of slack to work with.

The rabbit's voice teased its way back into his head. "Is it feeling too tight for you? Poor dragon, I thought you said this wouldn't give you any trouble. I thought you said you were so big and I was so small that I couldn't possibly get you too stuck to escape!" She resumed that handjob she'd been giving him--or started over, perhaps, slow and gentle once more with her pleasure despite how his lust burned between her hands.

Smooth, deliberate strokes, back and forth, it was so easy to thrust, and thrust, and moan into his gag, and let her build him back up towards that peak. He leaned his limbs against the ropes, he pulled with his hind paws, he squirmed and flexed, but really he was just grinding, feeling the pleasure race through him, all those lovely waves of sensation sending him a little further, a little closer. "Nnnnh. Nnnngh. Mmmmmh. Mmff!" He shuddered again as she focused a little more around his glans, his hind claws curling and tail twitching, his eager needy moans getting louder as he humped her hands, and tensed up, all his paws straining against the hogtie. Come on, almost there, she could get him off and it'd feel so good and then he'd be able to focus on escaping, no problem!

She had other plans, though, and let go of him and just the wrong time--suddenly he was teetering right on the edge and getting no stimulation at all! Why had she stopped, what was she doing? He needed to cum! Kahvur bucked and howled, fighting the ropes harder than ever, reaching for his cock, reaching for his snout, reaching for the ropes, and all the cords creaked and flexed and held firm, now tighter than ever when he was most desperate to break free! His cock ached and throbbed fiercely as he writhed, but he couldn't reach--he couldn't do anything! "Hhhnnn-- Nnngh! Cmm mmnnn! Llllnn mm cmmm!" he yowled at her, voice strained by his bent neck and gagged snout, and he blushed and shuddered and his shaft only felt harder than ever when all his struggling made her do was giggle.

"That was quite a lot of pre! Got you pretty close, didn't I?"

He bellowed in frustration. "Lllt mmf cmm!"

"Hmmm, I suppose that's dragon for 'yes.' I gotta say, I wasn't sure edging and denial would be your thing! But considering that you said you'd escape easily, and that even after getting edged you're still lying there all tied up instead of having broken free to get yourself off, you must really be into it. Unless it's just that my little bunny knots are stronger than you... Or maybe it's both." She squeezed his cock again, and he groaned, not able to stop himself from thrusting, not able to wrench a paw free either.

"Well? You're starting to run a little low on time; aren't you going to escape at some point?"

Maybe if she'd stop teasing him he could try, but she simply would not give him a break except, apparently, when he most wanted her to keep going! He tried to focus, he really did try to clamp down and put all his energy towards getting out, but as long as her hands kept gliding back and forth between his hinds there was always that thread of distraction, that grinding motion, that constant deep urge to stop what he was doing and thrust, and thrust, and cum. He focused on his claws, trying to twist each of them around their full range of motion in turn, to one at a time try to give them the most space he could manage so they had room to curl and reach and dig claws into rope, but time and again he tried, he blindly curled his claws and felt around, and he couldn't find any ropes to cut, only the scales of his other legs. They were all out of reach! "Mmmnhh!"

He gave in and spent a little more time thrusting. Pulse, throb, stroke, he was way too horny and tied up way too tight, panting through flared nostrils as he tried to cope with the strenuous position and his aching erection and all his tightly bound limbs, and that pleasure! "Nnnnhh!" He was getting close again, and looking forward to it, would she stop again or would she get him off, would he feel ecstasy or intense, desperate powerlessness? The fact that the choice seemed entirely in control of the much smaller anthro only deepened the powerful ache of his need, and the blindfolded, gagged, oh so tightly bound dragon moaned as he humped her, trembling and writhing and getting so very close again, ready, so ready to cum!

But the closer he got the slower and lighter her touch became, and despite another round of thrashes, howls, even a few needy aching whines of denial, she refused to get him off! She just gave the base of his cock a squeeze and held him, feeling like another layer of bondage for him to fight, another restraint that had defeated him, he couldn't--break--free! "Phhlllff! Lllm-mm cmmm!" he yowled, slumping back down shivering in pent-up lust, he was stuck, so so stuck, helpless, he couldn't get out, couldn't cum!

"I never would have guessed a dragon would be so much fun to tease." She gave his flank a few pats, then carefully squeezed the very tip of his length between two fingers, just for a moment, surely enjoying watching him squirm and throb and drool more pre as he moaned at her. "And yet here you are, so big and strong and all tied up, unwilling or unable to escape even when I edge you. You're so adorable!"

He shuddered and blushed and his dragonhood throbbed against her squeezing hand as he came to an awful--awfully thrilling--realization. He was tied up so very tight, he couldn't say a word, he couldn't get off; he was so desperate to cum, but she'd ignored everything he'd tried to say so far! Would she even listen if she tried to give up? If he just wanted to tell her he'd lost the bet and she could let him cum and untie him now? Ohhhh he wanted to cum, please, please, he needed to cum... "Nnnnhh... Lllnt. Lllnnt mm cmmm..." he tried to moan, he couldn't get out and he couldn't get off either, he just wanted that climax!

A soft giggle, and a couple strokes that only served to emphasize just how close she was keeping him--and how unable he was to get there on his own. "You've still got just a few more minutes, if you haven't given up, or it you plan to impress me with a clever trick to escape... Or if you want to cum, because I'm not going to let you! If you want it, you've got to get out on your own."

Kahvur shuddered and moaned, thrusting in vain, cock aching in her grip. He really was trapped, he couldn't make her release him or listen to him or even stop teasing him! And knowing he couldn't do anything only redoubled the intensity of every sensation: the ropes that dug into him, the raging lust between his hinds, how hard he was throbbing and how good and how tormenting every little touch she gave him seemed. He could feel more pre drool from his tip the next time she stroked him, but he couldn't cum, he couldn't make her stop, he was trapped and trembling and so close to release, unable to get any relief from her--not even when he tried to beg! "Llllnnn! Nn--nnngh! Phhlllnnns! Lllnnt mm c-h-hhmmm!"

"Awww, big helpless dragon," she cooed. "How does it feel, being so powerless all because of the cute little bun? Hornier than ever?" Rub, rub, rub she went, sapping his will, drawing so much attention to that aching needy cock, and how he couldn't make her stop, and how he couldn't cum.

He blushed and he quivered and he kept thrusting, nearly sobbing in denial. He was so horny, so so so horny, from the ropes and the teasing and how securely she had snared him, small enough he could have held her down with a single paw if only he was free! But he wasn't, and she was, and he couldn't take it, he was so desperate and so pent up and so close! He threw himself against the bondage once more, twisting and thrashing just long enough to remember how hopeless it was with all his limbs bound so tight, and then the next stroke made him slump down again whimpering in need: he could howl and struggle all he wanted but he couldn't make her listen, he couldn't make her get him off, and he shuddered all over as her little hands defeated him, the ropes defeated him. Though at this point he wondered as he gasped for breath if he could have found a way out even without her teasing him: it was all so tight, so brutally tight, none of the ropes had slipped in the slightest and he could hardly move a muscle! Not his arched neck, pinned jaws, his paws or his wings or his tail, all his strength useless.

"Tick tock, big boy," she said, still teasing him, nice and firm, not too far off from a third edging no matter how he pleaded into the rope gag. "Don't you want to cum?"

Yes, yes please, he wanted to so badly! He whined, she stroked him, and close to the edge as he was he found some desperate last reserve of will. He howled and he struggled as hard as he could--he really did, he threw himself against his bonds and fought desperately to break free, making the ropes creak and dig into his joints, stretching them as tight as he could and trying his best to find a way! He yanked and he kicked and he thrust, panting raggedly for air, paws aching as they fought for freedom, muscles in his neck straining, his tail twitching, cock throbbing as she gave it a firm rub, stopped, then rubbed again, just infrequently enough to keep him impossibly horny without letting him get over the edge. He had to cum, had to cum, had to get out so he could cum... "Nnnnh! Phlllss! Llnt mm cmmmmm!" he cried: it was no use, he couldn't escape! He couldn't get out, he'd been defeated by her bondage but he needed to cum all the same, please, please, he was so close!

The rabbit's only response was to keep teasing him, his pleas falling on deaf ears, her victory absolute: no escape, no orgasm, not even allowed to give up when he begged for mercy. Her hands slid over his shaft again, and again, as he whimpered and he thrust and felt so very, very helpless, cock dripping pre and nothing more as she kept him tantalizingly close while the final seconds crawled by. Until at last she stopped, and giggled, and said, "it looks like I win!"

Kahvur slumped down with a long, achingly pent-up groan, only his hips still moving as he fruitlessly humped the air. "Nnnnngh. Nnnnh... Lllnnnf..." He shuddered all over in exhaustion and arousal. She'd won. He couldn't get out. He couldn't cum!

After a few moments he heard her footsteps circling him, coming to a stop next to his snout. "Well, dragon? Can you escape?"

He groaned in defeat, and fitfully yanked on the cords but still could hardly move, unable to lift his snout--he couldn't even shake his head to answer her question! "Nn-nnnh," he grunted as best he could.

"Told you so," she giggled. "Am I still so small and weak?" His reflex was to growl at her even after all that--though, yes, it was a lot easier to feel defiant when he wasn't being edged--but she just grabbed one of his ears and gave it a little tug. "Am I, big helpless dragon?"

He huffed out a few breaths, fuming, but it only took a couple more tugs on his ear--and the ropes--to make him cave, his snout flushing hot in humiliation. Bested by a bunny rabbit! "Nnn-nnh."

"Good dragon." He felt some tugging around his snout; after a few moments the blindfold came loose, and she gently pulled it out from beneath the cords of his gag. Light stabbed at his eyes for only a moment before his vision adjusted, and he blushed more as he looked up at the smirking little furry face of his captor. "That was a lot of fun," she said with a soft giggle. "You really are adorable, especially tied up and needy." She winked, and gave the tip of his snout a few pets, and with all the ropes still taut he couldn't stop her! He was even still achingly hard, and unable to do a thing about it, so very, very horny, and his body showed no interest in cooling down so long as the ropes held him so tight.

"Now we just need you to bring me to your cave! Hmmm." She eyed him critically. "Do you need to fly to get there?"

He blinked uncertainly, but grunted, "nn-nn," again. It was a couple of miles away, but the ground was pretty much flat and forested, and there wasn't anything in the way that he could think of...

"Perfect!" she clapped her hands together. "So I won't need to untie you very much. Hold still dragon, this will only take a minute."

He yelped and kicked weakly. "Hhhnnn! Bmmmt ynn wwnnf! Llllm-mmm nnnt!"

That he was still stuck made him moan and wriggle and hump air, and drew a few more giggles from his captor. "Oh calm down, cutie. You're acting like you're not even still hard as a rock down there," she taunted to make him blush and writhe again, and even with the blindfold off he couldn't move his head enough to keep her in sight; still he had to rely on his other senses to track her as she went over near his paws, and he felt some tugging on all the tight cords that went on for a minute or so without anything loosening up that he could feel. "Mmmm, you sure pulled all these knots tight! But now we know who's stronger, don't we? Ah! There we go." At last he felt the ropes shift, loosening up around his paws, and he twisted and kicked blindly, trying to pull his paws away. If he could just reach between hinds for a minute before they got underway and release all that pent-up pressure in his loins! But the ropes were still in his way, the hogtie looser now but not undone enough to let him wrench out of it, and he growled impatiently, his claws flexing.

"Well maybe if you want me to hurry up you should stop wiggling around! Nice to see my rope is still stronger than you, though." She continued to work, and he growled again in his needy frustration. Come on, this would be so much easier if he could just get an orgasm at least! He was still so very stiff, sensitive, surely just a few firm strokes would be enough! Though he tried to keep his paws still for her his hips continued to rock back and forth gently, thrusting into empty air as he waited, and panted for breath, and longed for pleasure.

"Still a horny dragon?" Her hand caressed the very tip of his length for a moment, prompting an eager quiver of desire. "Okay big boy, here's one more challenge, since you've been such a good sport." The rope linking his fore and hind paws slackened, and he was able to spread them apart! --just a little ways, before he felt a pull on the rope, and she forced them together again. "There's no knot keeping you hogtied right now! Just one loop through your front paws, passing between your back paws, and me holding it tight. If you can just pull your feet apart, I'll help you get off before we hike to your place! But if not, I'll tie this spare rope around your dick instead. What do you think? Are you stronger than the not-so-small-and-weak-anymore bunny?"

Of course he was, and he needed that orgasm bad! "Rrrnn! Nfff rrrnnf nnf mmmm!"

"Was that dragon for, 'you've already proved that you're stronger'? But go on, give it a shot! I bet it'll be even cuter to see you cumming from how much you love being trussed up so tight." She giggled, and he growled again, despite how his cock throbbed and his snout flushed hot in embarrassment. She was not stronger than him! The ropes maybe, with all those tight coils and secure knots, but she was just a little bunny rabbit. No way could she overpower him!

Kahvur gathered himself and kicked hard, powerful hind legs yanking away. The rope slipped! But just for a moment, and only a couple of inches before she pulled his paws back together, and his second attempt did nothing. "Rrrnnnnh! Nnnnngh!" His nostrils flared and he yanked back and forth, one direction, then the other, then both at once, but his weary sore muscles couldn't seem to beat the tension she was putting in the cords! The ropes dug in tighter, leaning against spots that were already sore and making him wince, his muscles trembled, his claws clenched from the effort, and all the exertion getting him nowhere just made his shaft bounce in place; how could she be stronger than him? Come on-- Come on! He bellowed, muffled and ragged with effort, yet no matter how he wrenched his paws or bucked he couldn't win. Maybe he was already exhausted or maybe he was reluctant to put too much pressure on his tender joints, and how hard he was straining had finally made his paws start tingling, but he just wasn't strong enough! Throb, hump, hump, he slumped down and moaned in defeat.

"Phew! Not a bad attempt, but not enough. Guess you'll have to wait a bit longer to get off, but at least it means I get to play with you some more." The ropes slackened once more, and at last he was no longer hogtied! Groaning in relief, he stretched his bound limbs apart, shuddering weakly and flexing his claws. Snared by the weak little rabbit, unable to escape her knots, unable to overpower her, defeated twice already! He huffed in frustration, teeth bared at no one, tail twitching behind his back; the humiliation made him want to roar and thrash and knock something over, but he was still tied up!

And still desperately horny too, he was reminded a moment later when he felt a single coil of her rope draw tight, just beneath the head of his shaft! The sensation drew a moan and made his claws curl, his hips twitching--that was tight! A few moments later he felt her loop the rope about him twice more, at the very base of his cock, and then those drew taut as well and made his cock throb harder than ever! "Rrrnn-- ngh! Tnnght!" he protested when she gave the rope a gentle tug, shuddering and moaning, the ache nearly painful. It wasn't so bad on its own but it felt horribly tight when she yanked on the rope like that!

"Mmmm, what a lovely sight that is. Such a big dick, needy and tied up and denied," she gave him another, achingly gentle pull, and then stroked him gently around the coils she'd put on him; he shuddered violently, feeling even more sensitive, almost too sensitive, from the restriction of the ropes down there. "I wonder how many people can say they've tied up a dragon's cock before? Or been able to use it like a leash?"

Not many, he supposed, and no dragoness had certainly ever done so to him, their paws and his own being pretty hopeless for tying knots! But thankfully she didn't pull on it again, leaving his poor dragonhood alone to ache and throb with every beat of his heart as she started to work on his paws. One at a time she freed his paws only to bind them again more loosely, a few coils wrapped around each wrist and ankle, a length of rope linking one forepaw to the other, another limiting the distance between his hind paws. Now this position was familiar to him, cuffed and hobbled, gagged, and hard, and he thrust against the ropes on his shaft a couple of times, now feeling the ache of those coils any time a moment of tension ran through his loins. He moaned.

"Almost ready to go, I think! Just let me untie this." At last she reappeared in his view, grinning with her ears up straight in excitement, and he didn't even feel up to baring his teeth at her in his position; he just held still so she could release the rope that had kept his neck bent back, and let out a long sigh of relief when he could straighten his neck at last. He hadn't even realized how much better it would feel, how much easier it was now to breathe, and he took a couple of long deep breaths, trembling a little.

"So! Are we ready to go? You should be able to stand up now."

Finally, he had the freedom to nod his head! He still couldn't speak, rope still bound through and around his jaws, but he bobbed his snout up and down, then with a groan he gathered his paws beneath him and stood. For a few moments he wobbled, legs feeling weak and drained and sore, but they steadied as he tested the limits of the hobbles she'd tied on his paws: pretty strict! This was going to be a long, slow walk, he thought, flicking an ear and groaning to himself--and grunted in surprise, stumbling, when the rabbit leaped up onto his shoulders! His forelegs bowed a little as he braced beneath her weight, but she wasn't that heavy, and he was able to straighten again after a moment. He blushed as he looked over his shoulder at her, putting her pack somewhere stable and getting comfortable between his wings with the end of a rope in her hands.

She gave it a tug and he moaned, his hips jerking, cock throbbing from the momentary squeeze of the coils around it, and she grinned wide at his reaction. "It does make for a good leash, doesn't it? Onward, my mighty steed!" she cried, and then sat back giggling at the indignant look on his roped-up snout.

His snout and ears blushed yet again, and he snorted at her, but after a moment he grumbled into his gag, turned towards his lair, and started to walk, stumbling as he got used to the small strides forced on him by the rope hobbles. Negotiating the creek was far less of a challenge for him than it would have been for her, and after a clumsy hop that he felt mostly in his bouncing hard shaft it was a fairly easy walk, just having to make sure he didn't snag the rope on anything as he went.

The rabbit rode along quietly for the first few minutes, other than a little taunting encouragement as he crossed the stream; she sat still for balance on his shoulders, letting him pay attention to his short careful steps and the forest around them. Her silence didn't help him cool down in the slightest, still quite aware of the rope wrapped around his dragonhood, and of course there was no ignoring the sodden knot resting on his tongue or the hobbles he fought for every step! But soon she perked up again, and said, "so is this your territory?"

He glanced over his shoulder at her and nodded. "Nnhmm."

She smiled back, a long ear tilting slyly when she reached forward to rub his neck. "So I bet this is a bit of a new experience for you, isn't it? This is your forest I suppose, but even though we're on your land you are quite plainly not the one in control, all trussed up like this!" She gave his cock a tug for emphasis and he yelped in complaint from how the pressure made it throb. "Feels a bit different, doesn't it, compared to strutting around 'cause you own the place?"

The feeling of his bound cock swaying back and forth as he walked kept him a bit too cowed to growl at her, but he glared a little over his shoulder as he grumbled to himself--until she pulled on that rope in her hands again, and he moaned and shuddered and finally nodded. It did feel different, deeply humiliating, to be defeated and captive in his own home--especially to someone as small and weak-looking as her! Thanks to the gag he couldn't put words to how he'd been so relentlessly humbled or how embarrassing or arousing it was, or how frustrated and pent up she'd made him, and he shivered and writhed in place and kept walking, his ears flattened back and his snout flushed hot.

"Do you get a lot of visitors?" she wondered next, after letting him walk a few minutes more. "Other dragons? I wonder what they'd think if they found us like this."

He kept his snout forward to hide his expression, and fought down a moan as the thought made his poor shaft start aching without her even having to pull on that devious leash. If not for the rope around his erection they might have come to his aid, but with him so visibly horny... He tried to put it out of his head and keep walking, but he only ached more, and more, throbbing against the taut coils around his cock, he wanted to stop, and paw himself, and get off, but even if the hobbles wouldn't be too much of a challenge trying to stroke around the rope on his dick sure would slow him down, and who knew what she might do to punish him for that! At last he couldn't take it anymore--and realized from the tension that she must have started pulling on the leash again, a lot more subtly this time! "Mmmmnnngh!" he groaned, venting his frustration with that and a couple or powerful thrusts against her leash.

"How adorable, does that make you horny just to think about? Well who knows, maybe we'll get lucky!"

"Nnnt dssss nnnt! Nnnh-- Lllnt gmm!" he protested, but when he stopped walking that earned him a yank, and he had no choice but to subside and keep shuffling along, snout burning and bound dragonhood throbbing needily.

"You hope so too? Well I guess we'll see," she teased, and finally let some slack back into the rope.

They didn't encounter anyone, no one else wandering through the woods or flying overhead, to Kahvur's immense relief. But the walk took nearly an hour, with the hobbles forcing him to walk so slowly and her taunts and teases slowing his pace still further, and he was panting and moaning and yet again desperate to cum by the time they finally reached his cave. The mouth yawned out of the rock at the base of a cliff, and stumbling he brought her inside, his neck bowed and snout drooping, drooling from around the gag. He was exhausted, he just wanted an orgasm, could she just take a bit of treasure and untie him at last so he could have his relief!

His lair was a single large chamber--well, aside from the false wall he could slide out of the way to get into a little side cavern where he kept his more valuable treasures--and at this time of day decently lit by the slanting sun at the entrance. To the left was the main body of his hoard, gemstones and coins and little rings and bracelets and other such things that looked shiny but had little true value to a dragon; next to that, his bed, a collection of pillows and blankets both purloined and purchased to give him somewhere soft to sleep. Much of the rest of the cave was bare, save a row of crates along the far right wall--and when the rabbit hopped back to the ground, leash in hand, to his dismay she seemed more interested in the crates than the shiny treasure he'd hoped would draw her attention!

"What have we here?" she wondered, hopping over to them, the rope she held forcing him to stumble hurriedly along behind! "Well let's have a look around and see what I might want to claim for winning our bet--and no touching yourself, dragon, you have to wait until I untie you!"

He couldn't help but whine in need, which made her giggle again, and he sat carefully on his haunches once he'd shuffled close enough for her to look in the crates without tugging the leash. "Hehee, what a treat you are! I wonder how many anthros can say they've been able to control when a dragon gets to cum?" After pulling gently on the rope, watching his poor aching shaft twitch and drool more pre, and grinning broadly at him, at last she turned to the crates to look into the first one--and gasped, her eyes going wide.

"Is this... Is this what I think it is?"

She reached into the first crate and lifted out a pair of thick leather cuffs, linked by a short stout chain, and he blushed and squirmed in embarrassment. It was exactly what she thought it was.

"This is--this is all dragon-sized bondage gear! This is amazing!" She bounced in place excitedly: not just one, three crates of it. "I knew you were a kinky subby dragon!"

He could only moan around his gag, looking down at his pulsing, bound shaft and hump the air, longing to just get himself off already but obeying her order for now. Yes, he was, and she'd already been rubbing it in for hours, could she please just stop looking at this stuff and take something from his hoard and go...!

"And you have so much of it! Ooooh, are these mittens for your paws? They would have been so handy, I wouldn't have had to worry about keeping the rope away from your claws! Cuffs, cuffs... Oh wow. A ball gag? How on earth did you get someone to make that for you? That's awesome! Mmmh, bridle, I bet pony play with a dragon is fun," she said, and winked at him over her shoulder like she hadn't just tamed him enough to ride barely an hour ago!

"If only we had some more time I'd have you try all this on to see how sexy you look in it, but I think that's probably a bit more than we agreed to do isn't it?"

She gave him an appraising glance, and he managed a little glare in response, snorting. "Nnnt mmsss!"

"Well I at least want a look at your collection, so be patient," she said, and pulled the rope taut, and he went back to thrusting at air and thinking about how much of a relief this orgasm was going to be. She moved on to the second crate, where she giggled at but at least didn't taunt him about the dildo she found, but most of that crate was taken up by wing binders and other loose straps, so after a moment she looked into the third.

"Oooh no way!" she gasped once more, and lifted up the top item: his chastity belt. "No wonder you've been so very squirmy. You like when you don't get to cum!"

Kahvur's cock throbbed traitorously, bouncing a little in place without her even having to pull on his leash. It was hard not to like it when it was Bruviana's very favorite thing to do to him, and when she was so very good at using it to make him feel powerless and at her mercy and needy and submissive and an eager little toy for her to tease-- He realized he'd started humping harder, and tried to stop, moaning from the effort and from how pent-up he felt. "Nnnn dnn nnmmmt!" he tried to retort, but even if he hadn't been gagged there was no way she would have believed a lie like that, and he blushed so hot he was sure even an anthro would be able to see his ears shade redder.

It took him a little while to notice how quiet and still she'd become, still holding his belt, looking at it, looking at him and that achingly hard cock of his, looking at his flustered snout...

"I have a new idea," she said.

Oh no.

He kept the keys for his belt in the keyhole to keep track of them--when a dragoness wasn't holding them--so she took them out and held them up. "Instead of taking a piece of treasure, we'll put you in your chastity belt and I will borrow these for a little while." He blushed and started to shake his head, and she went on, "then you don't have to lose any treasure! And you'll get to enjoy being pent up even more, and I can come here again so we can both have fun tying you up in all this lovely gear you've got, and then I'll give you these back! What do you say?"

The dragon shuddered, and humped the rope, and groaned. But he wanted to cum now! He'd been worked up for hours and edged repeatedly and he was needy and tired and he just wanted some relief! He gave her a pleading look that she plainly found absolutely adorable, and only responded to by gently pulling on the rope to squeeze his poor cock some more, make it ache and throb with need, make him think about how it felt to cum and how it felt to be denied even longer; he shuddered, he writhed, he whimpered, until finally she dropped the leash.

"Don't worry, dragon, it'll be lots of fun." She walked over to him with the belt, and set it down to reach up and stroke the tip of his bound snout. "You'll keep all your hoard, I'll come back to unlock you, and it'll be a great orgasm once you're good and ready and tied up tight," she looked at his aching, pulsing cock, then winked up at him. "You know you want to. Say yes."

He blushed and he squirmed, and his shaft throbbed and throbbed and drooled a bit more, and he felt so submissive after all the bondage and denial that he bobbed his snout and grunted, "yyhhf..." almost before he realized what he was doing.

"Yay! Good dragon!" She giggled, and reached between his legs to start untying his dick. "Hopefully you won't need too long to get into a state where the belt will actually fit, hmm?"

Kahvur groaned in immense relief when the coils loosened and his aching shaft was freed, his snout drooping and claws digging into the floor. But he--he'd agreed, so he didn't touch himself, he didn't hurry for that orgasm his body so yearned for! He just sat there panting, blushing, eyeing the belt that he'd soon be wearing, the keys that would be leaving with the little rabbit, the cock that he might not get to see again for a while... She untied his hind paws as well, to make it easier to get the belt on, and waited.

But he'd been aroused for long enough that his body seemed almost glad to finally have a chance to relax; it wasn't long before at last he softened and withdrew into his slit, and she scooped up the belt and opened up the different hinges. "There! Now help me get this on. Hmmm. So it lays on your hips like this?" He nodded, snout turned to watch as she put him into the chastity belt, the curved plate nestling snugly into his place over his slit and the metal bands easy to push into the right positions, two of them around either side of his waist overlapping at the end of the plate that ran between his legs to hold it in place, and the belt locking shut with a heavy click. The feeling made him shiver, and he moaned, his hips rolling slowly, his claws curling. So much for that orgasm...!

She looked him over critically, then the little poof of her tail wiggled back and forth and she reached down to stroke over the metal that concealed his slit, chuckling softly. "Mmmm. I bet that feels pretty snug, doesn't it?"

"Mmhnn," he said, and squirmed again, feeling himself starting to stiffen again--and now trapped by the chastity belt, only able to ache gently and strain against it without relief! He tried not to groan or hump too obviously, but he was so pent up already!

"Good. And now I really wonder, how many people can say that they got to keep a dragon locked in chastity! This is going to be a lot of fun." She hopped in place a couple of times, grinning up at him, and then reached up towards his snout. "Now! I think it's finally time to untie you, if you can lie down for me."

Finally! He sprawled back onto his side with a groan, snout turned towards her, but she started with his front paws, untying that rope to finally let them move freely again. Then she did his wings, and then his tail, so that even the order of her untying him could make him blush: that she would wait until the very, very end to finally let him speak again! But eventually it was time, and she unwound the ropes from around his snout, untied the tight cinches behind his head, and at long last he could spit out that knot of rope, his jaws aching from how long they'd been tied and how many times he'd fought the gag to speak! He coughed, and swallowed, and ran his tongue over his teeth. "Nnng. Finally."

"And finally you're speaking English again!" she said, and winked at him, as she rewound her ropes into neat little coils and packed them away in her bag. "Was that fun? Because I had so much fun, sexy dragon--oh! What is your name, anyway? I never got a chance to ask."

He blushed very hot, and rubbed a paw between his legs. It had been fun, it had been fun and humiliating and exhausting and thrilling and now he was going to have to wait a while to finally get off from it! "Nnnh-- I'm Kahvur. Yes, it--" he looked away shyly and squirmed, his tail twitching, cock stirring again with nowhere to go. "I did enjoy it. You made me feel so helpless..."

"And I'm Lizzie. This was so, so much fun! I can't wait to come back and play with you again," she gushed, standing back up and holding up his keys. "I bet you'll be awfully happy to see these again by then hmmmm? Well, you'll only have to wait a few weeks!" she said, and put them into her pack as well.

He yelped and writhed. "H-hey! A few weeks? That's, that's not the kind of time frame I--"

She interrupted him with a few pats to his snout, stroking the smooth scales. "Sshhh, shh, don't worry, it'll be fun to get that pent up, you'll be so squirmy when I come back! It'll feel so good when I finally let you get hard again and when I finally let you cum, it'll all be worth it!" The rabbit gave his belt a few rubs of her own. "I guess if you do need me for anything, fly over to Riverton. It's not a big place, you'll find me pretty quickly."

Kahvur nodded, his snout tilting a little--what, would she let him out early if he needed it, if there was some kind of emergency? But he'd also have to fly into town--wearing the chastity belt, which he wouldn't exactly be able to hide and all of the town full of anthros would see! He squirmed just at the thought of that kind of embarrassment, it'd have to be a real emergency for him to dare head that way with this thing on...

"Anyway, I've got a lot of hiking left to do, and this cave was a bit out of my way, so I should get going!" She skipped around him and started to bounce her way over to the exit.

"Wait-- but-- Lizzie!" He was too flustered to come up with a proper protest, his cock throbbing gently in its prison, the needy ache in his loins only able to recede so far thanks to how pent up she'd left him.

"Enjoy your cute chastity belt Kahvur! See you in a few weeks!" She waved at him over her shoulder, and then she darted outside and vanished into the forest, hurrying as if she couldn't believe she was getting away with what she'd done to him!

But he didn't follow her: she'd won their bet, she'd teased and toyed with and kept him bound tight, locked him up, and... it had been way more fun than he was willing to admit. Being told he wouldn't get to cum, being locked in his slit, it felt so, so... "Nnnngh...!" He bent over and growled and rubbed a paw between his legs, useless except to put a tiny bit of pressure on the metal that sealed him away. Now he'd get to enjoy, blush about, squirm so much from how he'd have such intimate control taken away from him for weeks, and just the thought of it was making him ache with such need--and the ability to relieve that ache was gone, it wouldn't be coming back any time soon! He was going to be one very needy green dragon when she finally returned, and he would only get even more pent up when all the dragonesses he knew discovered he was in chastity and came to pay him visits of their own while he waited for the rabbit to return.