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Whistling, Kyzyr twirled the end of a leash about his finger, staring at his toy in adoration. The cute wolfbird hadn't said a word since the first day they'd met again, not that he could most of the time, but that was besides the point. For now, he was busy thinking up plenty of ways to start training. He'd spent the day following his full claim of Luvian just finishing up his pet's room. Keeping his pet nice and secure whenever he wasn't around to ensure obedience. It wasn't massive, but he wanted his pet to be comfortable when not with him, and the silly thing had come a little earlier than anticipated. He'd have to thank whoever hinted at his brand. Pulling the leash's end, Kyzyr smirked at the squawk that accompanied the fluffy body of his pet slamming against him. Idly beginning to play with his birdies ears as he took in the room in full for the first time since it's completion.

The mirror and dresser hadn't been moved, staying there so that, once his pet properly appreciated how much he'd done, he could pretty himself up for his dragon and look nicer. Forest dweller the wolfbird may be, but if he was going to be Kyzyr's, certain standards were needed. The pillows and blankets had multiplied, the chair in the center of them all replaced with a lounging couch that he took full advantage of. It was quite amusing to pull Luvian on top of him and watch his wolfbird huff and squirm trying to flee. Though he did hope to curb such behavior. Resistance had a time and a place, after all. His eyes trailed over the walls, hung with vibrant curtains between the furniture, to the set of hooks in the opposite corner that hung from the ceiling. A few silken bands were scattered about there, along with a separate hook for a leash somewhat apart. Opposite the mirror, the formerly bare wall had added two new cabinets, one on either side of the chest of toys now bulging with contents. One contained various plugs, dildos, and the like, all in various sizes, but none that could be considered small. His wolfbird had been increasingly skittish that day, only worsening when the opposing cabinet full of potions in various shades was installed as well. He'd done his best to calm him down by letting him know he didn't expect all of the potions to be used, nor all the toys, but it hadn't seemed to help much. Oh well.

Humming, he finally gave into one of his newest vices and pulled the wolfbird onto his belly again, grinning at the wide-eyed look he was being given as he scratched behind one ear. "Sorry for that, pet. Just can't keep my paws off you," Sneaking his other arm down, he grabbed a handful of the wolfbird's plush rump. "Especially this part." The naughty pup growled at him for that, and got a small tug on the leash as a warning. "None of that. Good boys don't growl."

The wolfbird rolled his eyes. His jaws were still wrapped around a ball gag that left him mostly mute. He didn't like having it on, but Luvian just refused to not play nice, always cursing and screaming at him. It just wasn't polite! The whole attitude problem was a minor issue he foresaw, but the hybrid had just gotten more belligerent once that first potion had been fed down his throat. A modified calorie-removal potion, one that distributed a ratio of that 'consumed' as pudge across specific areas of the body. He quite liked his pet's new drumsticks, but obviously the silly wolfbird did not. Hence the reason for the leash. And the constant teasing to get the wolfbird used to having such a different body shape.

As for the leash, it was mostly to get the wolfbird to stop keeping on the opposite side of the room whenever they both were in it. But it also had unexpected benefits, having worked well for stopping several escape attempts over the past week. Most were creative, and some nearly successful, and with Luvian so untrained it would not do for him to flee his master. It was fun keeping it lightly wrapped around his hand whenever they were together, and when they were apart he tied it to one of the ceiling hooks and. Luckily both the leash and collar were enchanted, and no way to remove them by the pet's hand had been implemented. Maybe once he was a good boy he'd lose the leash.

'But on the other hand....' Kyzyr mused, free hand continuing to grope that wonderful rear, despite the squirms and sounds it produced, 'It does let me pull him close when I'm in the mood.' It was something to think about, but for now, training. He'd put it off for a week, time to get his wolfbird ready. Sitting up, the wolfbird still pressed against him, the dragon grinned. "Guess what time today is, birdie?"

There was no answer, as expected. Not that the drake cared, simply tracing a claw around the shell of one flicking ear. "It's your first day of training, aren't you excited?" This one got a wide-eyed shake of that fluffy head, Kyzyr chuckling as he pressed Luvian's head against his pectorals once more. "Awww, don't be like that, it'll be fun, I promise, just gotta be a good pet, and this will go smoothly." The wolfbird shuddered, squirming a bit. He chose to interpret it as excitement. "Then let's get started!"

Setting his wolfbird down, the drake unwrapped the leash from his hand, hooking it up to the ceiling. There was no need to check the door. He always shut and locked it to prevent more escape attempts. "There, now we've both got our hands free. Now," Kyzyr's tone grew deeper more serious. He saw his pet shudder, interesting. "What should you do when I ask you to come here, or do this?" He beckoned with a paw. An easy test. But he frowned when Luvian failed it, instead looking away and crossing his arms. "I said come here, pet. Don't make me punish you this early, I don't want to do that to you."

There was no response, nor any inclination that the hybrid even was listening. The dragon sighed in defeat, but not in the way that was possibly hoped for. "Alright then, I see how it is, guess we're doing this the hard way." And he made his way over to the more....physically inclined cabinet. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyzyr saw Luvian tug and scratch at the leash, mostly where it connected to his collar. "That's not going to work, little birdie. I made certain of that." Smirking slightly at the little hop of surprise his comment garnered, he finally found what he was looking for, turning it around and showing it to his pet, who recoiled.

Trapped as he was in the corner, there wasn't much room for Luvian to scurry. But the nimble little thing managed to evade him for a good minute before he just grabbed part of the leash and tugged it towards him, pulling Luvian against him in a repeat scene that was sure to be recreated throughout his training. Keeping the naughty hybrid pinned, muzzle pressed against his gut, the dragon flourished the rather large dildo he'd pulled from the cabinet. It wasn't that special looking, or incredibly thick. In fact, it was more like a classic canine cock, knot doubling the width, with a length that would definitely take some getting used to. Pulling the leash taut and tightening his hold, he lined up the tip with the hole buried between those soft cheeks.

Luvian began to squirm, kicking his legs and rustling his wings as best he could, head shaking side to side as he let out muffled noises. Kyzyr shushed him softly, and pressed the tip in. It stretched, and took it in with ease. Snorting, he began to push, loosening his grip a bit to let the wolfbird struggle, but unable to leave. "You're taking this so well, pet." He crooned, rubbing a few fingers behind one fluffy ear. "I didn't want your first day to be like this, but you need to learn to listen." Pausing, dildo halfway swallowed by that rump, he pulled the wolfbird down with him as he sat, keeping Luvian in his lap. Calm again, except for the squirming, tasty looking treat pulled across his thighs, he wrapped his claws around the base again, and began pushing once more.

Inch by inch, he forced those muscles to stretch, to take more and more as the knot approached. The wolfbird was squirming quite a bit right now, and as he pressed his free hand between those feathered wings, he bent down to whisper in his pet's ear. Whispering about how he didn't have to have this happen if he obeyed, how things would be so much better as Kyzyr's than being in the forest. That once the training was done, he'd be an even better wolfbird. Giving a soft, possessive lick, he sat up as the knot pressed against Luvian's rump, steadily increasing the pressure, feeling the muffled whine grow in his wolfbird's throat as his body slowly gave way. Until, with a *POP*, it was in, a small howl fizzling in that furry throat.

He pulled the hybrid upright, now unresisting and limp in his grip. Different from the struggles, but not the proper subservient behavior he desired. But he'd deal with that in a second. Pressing his hand against his toy's belly, he felt the small bulge the tip made there, smiling a bit as his breath ruffled Luvian's head fur. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he teased, massaging the stretched skin as he did so. "This is just early training, I don't want to be harsh or break you. Just learn, and you won't deal with any of the stuff in the cabinets or chest unless you want them yourself, or if it's a special occasion." Whispering a word under his breath, he revealed the clasp of the gag, pulling it loose with a claw. "Now, what do we say when we've disobeyed an order, pet?"

The gag was removed, saliva dripping from Luvian's lips before he licked them, croaking something hoarse. It was an improvement, he thought. No screaming or tirade of curses. The tears in his eyes weren't quite as wanted, and he brushed them away with a claw, pulling his pet to his chest. "Shhh, no need to cry, pet. I don't plan on hurting you or anything, remember." Licking over the wolfbird's ears again, he rested his head on his unmuted yet silent toy. "I'll take the canine cock out before I go to bed. Just keep it in, and I won't even re-gag you if you keep on being curse-free. That sound fair?"

A small nod rubbed against his chest, his hybrid curled up and looking defeated. Kyzyr sighed mentally. A broken pet wasn't any good. He wanted a pet that loved and desired him, wanted to be with him. At most this method of praise and punishment would go on for a couple more weeks, before he could get all the nuances and such following. But if this trend of belligerence, sulking, and silence continued, he'd have to look at other methods. Probably potions, though he was loath to basically drug his pet. A decision for another time. Petting over his wolfbird's head, he asked again, since an answer hadn't been said the first time. "What do we say when we disobey? I need an answer."

Quietly, Luvian answered, "I'm sorry, Kyzyr." He tapped the wolfbird's nose in admonishment, tutting lightly. "Not entirely correct, pet, but close. The proper form is 'I'm sorry, Master,' though for now I'll accept 'I'm sorry.' Now, try one more time." There was a shaky breath, a small sigh, before a just as quiet "I'm sorry." was spoken. More informal, and not as approved of, but he'd take it. He lightly scratched behind the wolfbird's ears in reward, along with responding "Good boy." to the stubborn hybrid.

"Now, next lesson." Kyzyr growled, pulling back and setting the wolfbird on the ground before the couch, sitting up himself. "What do you do when I do this?" And he patted his thigh. Luvian froze. Staring at him with wide eyes. The dragon clicked his claws before his pet's face. "Don't keep me waiting, pet. What do you do when I tap my thigh?" Still nothing. Exhaling, he held up a hand, pulling down a claw every second silently. He finally got a response at two claws, the wolfbird slowly pulling himself onto the dragon again, sitting stiffly on his thigh. He chuckled. "Close, pet." And he shifted the hybrid, pulling him so he sat between his legs.

Luvian made an aborted motion to jump off his lap, but he was proud to note it didn't happen. "Already learning, pet.... I'm so proud of you." Kyzyr crooned, nuzzling into the wolfbird's neck. He pulled the wolfbird off his lap, and set them on the couch. "Now, we'll start with these lessons until I don't need to prompt you verbally, okay? Then I'll add more." He didn't say that between those lessons would be others, he'd let that little surprise happen tomorrow. "Now, I want that toy I put in you to stay put until tomorrow, or I'll worsen the punishment, got it?" Luvian slowly nodded, looking down. Tears appeared to be glistening in their corners again, but nothing he could do about that. "Good boy."

And he left the wolfbird, leaving the leash tied to the ceiling, even as he locked the door. Before moving on to his potions lab. He had an idea for tomorrow. One that he quite looked forward to, though he undoubtedly had to punish Luvian when he resisted. It was too early for him to be the perfect pet he was being trained to be.

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He awoke the next morning with a grin already spreading across his muzzle. Luvian had been good the previous evening, though sulky. He'd been hiding in what looked like a fort of pillows when Kyzyr had come in with the wolfbird's food, and it had been amusing to act like his ancestors of old, knocking it down to steal the 'princess' within. A parting of those furry cheeks had revealed the colorful base still present, so he'd given a small pat to the wiggling wolfbird and gone on his way.

He'd set up a sign that morning denoting his shop's new hours. Earlier opening time, earlier closing. He'd change them back once Luvian was trained, and could possibly even work in the shop himself, once he'd been broken properly. But that was a thought for later. For now, he drizzled the potion he'd made last night across the wolfbird's breakfast like sauce, watching eagerly as it was absorbed. Perfect, now time to feed his pet. Then feed some desires.

His wolfbird was sprawled across the couch, covered in some of the blankets and still sleeping as he made his way in. That changed once he kicked the door lightly closed, tail locking it. In fact, there had been a flying blanket or two due to how quickly Luvian bolted upright. "Good morning, pet." Kyzyr said cheerfully, like nothing was wrong. "Ready to start your new day?" No response. Oh well, he'd be fixing that in a couple of seconds. Placing the food down on the dresser by the mirror (he really needed to put a table in here....) he gestured with a paw. Luvian was still for a minute, until a tapping foot made him reluctantly make his way over.

He had his tail yank the wolfbird against him once the hybrid was close enough, smirking at his pet. "So wary and unwilling....and here I thought you wanted something removed...." An ear perked, but if the silly hybrid's hope was for a loss of collar or leash, he'd be disappointed. One scaly arm spread apart Luvian's rump, the other grabbing the dildo's base, before tugging gently. There were multiple whimpers, yelps, and whines as he tugged, the slowly tightening muscles loosened again as the knot made a reverse journey. Making its way out with a wet *SHLRK*, followed by the rest of it. By the end, Luvian's legs were shaking, and his hole was nice and loose. He gave a pat on the head in reward for being such a good boy, before letting the hybrid eat.

While he did, Kyzyr pulled out his own potion, and drank it down, keeping his grin off his face as he met those golden, untrusting eyes. Watching as with each bite, the wolfbird didn't notice the small effects. His dripping shaft, the more dazed motions. Until he was finished, the plate scraped clean. And he didn't have anything else to focus on. Blinking blearily, Luvian opened his mouth, speaking for the first time since becoming ungagged. "What's....wazgoin on?" he slurred. Clumsily getting to his feet and pointing a finger at the relaxed drake. "What'd you do!?" Kyzyr merely grinned, before getting to his feet. Showing off his own potion's effects.

He was taller, more beastly looking. Muscles bulging under scales as he rolled his shoulders. A crown of horns lined his head, meeting at his brow. Watching the gaping hybrid, growling in pleasure as his tail thickened, lengthened, becoming a counterweight as he hunched over. Claws digging into the floorboards and cushions as he bared his sharp teeth, and shot forward one bulky arm, and pulled the hybrid forward.

Luvian didn't stop when he hit Kyzyr's belly or chest. After all, the drake was now too tall for such an event to occur. Instead, the wolfbird was squashed into a musky sheath and balls, the shaft already beginning to drop, wide tip dragging down between the hybrid's wings as his muzzle was sandwiched between the two sweaty orbs that could ostensibly be called balls, but were more like oversized watermelons at least, gurgling with their contents as Luvian squirmed.

Kyzyr seemed beyond speech, simply growling further as he squished the wolfbird against his overfull, sloshing sac, grinding the insensate hybrid into the ground. His cock itself stiffened and grew, a thick telephone pole of a shaft that bowed under its own weight. The ridges he normally sported had disappeared, a knot bulging out the scales at his crotch instead. The amount hidden behind the taut, interlaced 'links' hinting at the utterly ridiculous size it sported. Like a combination of dog and horse. Not that Luvian saw anything. He was too busy having sweat and musk ground into his pelt and skin, breathing it in and sluggishly resisting.

It was several minutes later when the drake finally peeled Luvian off his sack and tossed him into the blankets, the hybrid's fur matted and stinking of the lustful dragon's scent. Weakly pawing at the fabrics, Luvian tried to flee, but his drugged food and Kyzyr's strength worked against him, and he could only whimper pleadingly as he felt that log press against his rear. It didn't feel like it fit, or kill him if it did. Even with the new size of his backside, the flat tip felt like it was larger by half, and already soaking down his fur with the pre drooling thickly from the tip. He tried to drag himself free again, but Kyzyr just spread one paw across his back, and he was pinned until further notice.

The dragon himself wasn't speaking, wasn't doing anything remotely considered civilized. He'd descended into an almost rut-like state, his fat, drooping shaft slapping against Luvian's back, slathering the hybrid's fur and feathers in gluey pre and making him stick to the floor. Until he had enough waiting. He wanted to see that rump stretch around his cock. Two massive paws reached down and grabbed Luvian's thighs, sinking into the plush pair as he lifted that tantalizing back end upward, pulling the wolfbird nearly vertical. Lining himself up, he licked his lips, and pushed.

His aim was off, his length sliding down Luvian's belly until it smacked into his chin, making the smaller, dazed male gurgle as he was knocked silly by the sheer weight. The rutting dragon growled impatiently, letting one meaty thigh loose to grab his cock and press it against that hidden hole. Luvian's free leg kicked weakly, scratching against Kyzyr's scaled arm, but nothing happened more than a few sounds and easily buffed out lines in his scales, even as the pleading noises from the increasingly slurring wolfbird grew in pitch and volume as the pressure mounted. His face grew red from the blood rushing towards it, his eyes rolling upward as sensations mounted, until he screeched as the fat tip of the drake's cock squelched into his hole, already making a large bulge in his lower gut as pre bubbled around the rough entry. His arms weakly raised upwards, but soon fell under the sway of gravity, falling back to the floor as the dragon grabbed his free thigh once more. And began to push down with all his weight.

Luvian gurgled and babbled as the log of a shaft was squished into his too small body, hip-shattering thrusts powering them in and overcoming his weak resistance. Cum sprayed from his own length across his belly as Kyzyr's cock squashed his prostate flat, milking free every bit of seed his body had stored. The bulge of the dragon's pole was steadily making its way up (or down, depending on one's point of view) the wolfbird's gut, straightening his body as he became more and more of a cock-holster for the monstrous drake. Heavy balls banged against his rump, sending it rippling with each loud *SMACK* of flesh hitting flesh, and there was a lewd, wet, sucking sound as the knot finally worked its way free from the confines of Kyzyr's slit, and bobbed proudly in the air. Absurdly large, increasing his width seemingly twice over. Like a pumpkin on steroids. And the dragon was intent on making the wolfbird take every centimeter.

Another slam into his hips, another several inches forced under Luvian's tail. The wolfbird was drooling white now, pre easily draining up his throat and into his jaws. His eyes were fully rolled back as another orgasm wracked his frame, pitiful dregs of seed joining the mess on his belly and chest. Rivulets of cum drying into his fur or waterfalling around the ever growing bulge that was reaching his chest. The only issue now was the knot. It was starting to get blocked by his ass, and Kyzyr wasn't having that. Despite the fact that said problem was one of his own creation, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. The softness, compared with the utter tightness inside, was a dichotomy of pleasure that left him gritting his teeth in restraint, holding back his orgasm even as more seed was churned into being in his balls. He wanted that knot in before anything more than pre left his body. More room was needed though, but that was easily solvable, stretching out Luvian's legs to the side in a split, the wolfbird letting out a bubbling whine as untrained muscles stretched beyond their normal desires in a direction never considered. But it gave him more room, that bulge working into his chest and bulging close to his neck as the top of his knot pressed greedily against his already broken hole.

He drove himself down with power carefully balanced to not break bones, while also demanding his pet's body give in. It was slow going, the wolfbird leaking increasing amounts of pre from his lips as his wrecked rump was steadily forced to give in. But the condition of his pet was secondary to his own pleasure. The potions in the food would insure the wolfbird wouldn't break irreparably, and wasn't it the job of a dragon's toy to serve? Not to mention this was a great test of Luvian's limits, both physical and mental. It would be quite interesting to see how the wolfbird acted after this. But that was neither here nor there, his thoughts refocusing as he felt the midpoint reached.

The pool of white around his feet reminded him of something else. He couldn't have such a messy pet ruin his home and shop, after all! Pulling out, inches incrementally leaving that broken hole, he felt his tip finally leave that tight throat. But his old position wouldn't allow his new idea, and so he sadly pulled the hybrid upright, wrapping the leash end ever tighter around his arm to keep the wolfbird in place. Luvian's legs were allowed to dangle down now. There would be no escape from his knot, but gravity would help complete that. For now, he rooted around in the box of toys, until he dragged out a new gag, this one shaped much differently than the ball gag of before. Perfect for making sure nothing leaked, though.

Grinning, Kyzyr slid it in, taking advantage of Luvian's insensate and half-broken mind to set it up without complaint. The dildo attached to the gag slid partially into the wolfbird's throat, lightly bulging his neck and stopping up much of the pre still dripping from his jaws. Growling, Kyzyr spoke his first words since changing, his voice crackling and low like a flame. "No leaking." There was no response to this. Merely a twitch of a tail and a gurgle around the gag. Neither of which meant much to the ravenous drake.

The dragon went back to breaking in his toy, cock angled just enough to merely thrust out into Luvian's gut, and not into his neck. The wolfbird's eyes were still rolling in their sockets as his body gave in to the relentless pounding, that massive knot stretching him wider, wider....until there was a loud squelch as his hole gave in and that knot forced its way fully inside. The ring of muscle between the wolfbird's cheeks weakly clasping around the base, no longer tight and unyielding. Not that either male noticed. Luvian was too busy letting out a muffled, nearly silent howl around the gag, muzzle tilted towards the ceiling as it seemed to shudder from the deafening sound of triumph from Kyzyr, who had finally given in.

Cum fountained and flooded, audibly sloshing and making all sorts of lewd noises as it pressed into every nook and cranny of Luvian's gut. And once that was full it tried escaping. But Kyzyr's massive shaft prevented backwash, and the gag let merely a tiny trickle of glue-like seed squeak by and invade the wolfbird's muzzle. Staining his lips further white and leaking from his nose due to the pressure. But the rest had to go somewhere, and so it pressed out, bloating Luvian's belly in increasing amounts as the dragon's climax seemed to go on for eternity. The increase in weight made Luvian become more firmly planted in Kyzyr's lap, even though he wasn't going to be leaving such a place any time soon. Weakly mouthing around the dildo stuffed down his throat as he tried to relieve the pressure, feeling seed continue to drool past his lips and push up into his poor nose. He didn't want this, he didn't know when it would end, but each iteration of that thought was suppressed by the never-ending flow of seed, feeling like it was flooding his very mind, tainting him with the dragon's lusts.

Suddenly it ended, his belly ceasing to bloat, even as it wobbled and bowed under its own weight. Hanging down between Luvian's thighs, stretching towards the floor, making the wolfbird gurgle bits of white around his gag as he let out almost constant whimpers. Not that Kyzyr cared, he was too busy snorting in amusement at his wolfbird's state, one massive paw shifting the grey orb of stretched stomach back and forth, listening to his thick seed glorp and churn in its current home. He didn't know how long this would last, so he was gonna enjoy it. In fact...that was an idea.

Luvian had been calming down, closing his eyes and just waiting for the whole 'exercise' to end. He'd kept his mental faculties relatively stable, despite the pressure and draconic presence battering at his fragile walls to make him submit. But he needed rest now. If he didn't, there was no telling what would happen to his mind.

Everything derailed again as the still unchanged Kyzyr gripped the wolfbird's meaty rump tightly, and pulled his knot out. Luvian flailing his arms weakly as he let out a muffled screech. Which only seemed to get slightly louder as Kyzyr pushed back in, the hybrid's hole accepting it easier than the first time, but still resistant enough to make it sting and bring light tears to his eyes. The process repeated again, and again, as the dragon leaned down, hot breath washing over one furry, flicking ear. Not stopping the brutal knot-fucking even as he spoke.

"Let's see how many times I can fill you before either potion wears off, pet. If you get big enough, I'll use you as a nice bed and let you rest tomorrow for being such a receptive toy. Sound good?"

A faint whimper left the muzzled wolfbird.

"I knew you'd agree. That's what makes you such a good boy, Luvian."

And as that knot was yanked out again, and forced back in, it grew back that last little bit of width it had lost, heavy dragon orbs pulling up taut as the first rush of Kyzyr's second load began to pour into the already full hybrid. Who could only let a tear drip down his face and around the gag......

As the dragon's corrupting influence found a crack, and pressed in.