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"You really just come here for candy?"

I started a little. That growl had been right in my ear. Before I could even shove him away, the dragon stepped back. We were in the self-checkout of a Target. I'd seen him earlier: this broad shouldered, yellow and red scaled hunk, when I came in to use the bathroom here. He'd taken the middle urinal, like some monster, forcing me to pee standing next him.

The self-checkout kiosk binged: "Place your item in the bagging area."

I grimaced and tossed the bag of clearanced Easter Candy in a bag. I couldn't just ignore him, so I asked, "Does it matter what I get?"

"Not really, I was just curious. Been curious since I caught a glance of you in the bathroom." He saw my hackles raise, but he held up his hands, "Easy there. I don't got a problem with trans guys--unless thinking you're hot is a problem."

A chaser. Even better. I turned back to the kiosk, thumbing through the menu to pay. "I have a boyfriend," I said flatly.

"So do I," the dragon said. I kept my back to him as I paid, trying to keep my tail from twitching. "Come on, cheetah, why not tell me your name?"

"Leave me be," I said as the receipt ejected from the kiosk. I grabbed my bag of candy and rushed for the door. I sensed, more than saw the dragon follow me.

"My name's Bret. You?"

He would have some stupid frat boy name. I ignored him and walked quickly across the crowded parking lot. It was a Friday evening, and I just wanted to get home. I felt stupid for parking my van so far from the entrance of the Target. My heart pounded in my chest, and fished my phone from my pocket. I called my boyfriend, but it just dialed and dialed.

Cursing, I traded my phone for my keys, pressing the FOB to unlock the door. I don't know when, but I'd started to jog the remaining distance. I opened the driver-side door, jumped in, but a hand snatched the door before I could shut it.

The dragon stood there, a glare in his cold, orange eyes. "You know, it's not nice to just ignore someone."

"Leave me the fuck alone or I'll call the fucking cops."

"Aww, baby, don't do that, now, I just want to talk."

"Fuck off." I tried to yank the door closed, but this dragon had about a foot of height and at least a hundred pounds on me. I couldn't get it to budge. I tried to get my phone out again.

Bret forced himself in the car and grabbed my phone from my paw. "Ah ah, no, be a good kitten." He tossed the phone behind my seat, and it bounced across the mattress that took up the back. Bret paused, noticing the mattress and smell of weed permeating my cab. "Look at that. Got your own little shag wagon. Bet you fuck plenty of guys like me, huh?"

"Eat shit," I snarled and tried to kick him off of me. My feet bounced off his chest, and he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. My body reflexively went a little limp and Bret laughed.

"God I love that cat's have an off switch." He yanked me out of the car and slapped the door shut with his tail, opening the cab door. He tossed me inside. I landed on the mattress, panicked, as it bent under Bret's weight when he got in the van, too, shutting the door behind him.

The heavy tint of my van's windows blocked out much of the light coming from the parking lot's light poles. Which made this dragon feel all the more menacing in the dark. I rolled on my back, scrambling against the far wall as Bret crawled closer. I kicked out, and he grabbed my ankle, yanking me back towards him. And he was on top of me, his meaty hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezed hard while I thrashed underneath him, wheezing, trying to suck in a breath.

"Listen here, kitten," Bret whispered. "I'm going to enjoy myself no matter what. So make this easy on yourself, and maybe I'll take it easy on that pretty, peach cunt of yours." The entire time he spoke, I had my claws out, trying to tear open his back. Even as I heard the fabric of his tank top tear, his scales were utterly unphased. He laughed at me. "Eager to get my clothes off, huh?"

Fuck you, I wanted to say, but my head had started to pound from the lack of oxygen. He released me and I gasped, sucking in a breath, chest hurting.

He asked, "What do you say, kitten, going to cooperate?"

"Fucking... rapist piece of shit," I snarled between breaths. I'd stop trying to claw him to pieces, arms flopped out.

"You know you can't stop me."

"Just fuck me and get out," I said. I didn't want any of this, but I knew better than to keep fighting. At least right now. Maybe he'd change his tune when I got the chance to wrap my claws around his dick.

"Good boy," Bret whispered to me, and I spat on him.

He stared at me, and I expected to be backhanded, but no. Calmly, he grabbed the collar of his shirt, and ripped it off, finishing the work of my claws. He wiped the spit off his muzzle, and I couldn't help but notice his torso. Stupid hunky dragon, his red scales packed on top of pure muscle. "Like what you see?"

"All I see is a rapist piece of shit," I snapped.

"Sure you do kitten," Bret said and got off of me. "Take off your clothes. Unless you want me to rip them off."

I stripped out of my shirt first, keen on the fact I was wiry and not in any shape to try to fight off this dragon. Soon as my shirt came off his bare hand touched my waist.

"God I love how soft mammals' fur can be," Bret said, squeezing down roughly and making me squirm.

"Fuck off," I whispered as I moved to my jeans. I undid the buttons, and steeled myself for this next part. With Bret right there, watching, there's no way he wouldn't notice. My briefs were wet, sticking briefly to my pussy as I pulled them down, kicking my jeans off my ankles.

Bret sniffed the air, nostrils flaring. "Is that what I think I smell?"

The hand on my waist slid down, squeezed my thigh, and I tried to wriggle away, shove his hand from me, but his grip was firm. He spread my legs, and the tip of his tail snaked between my thighs. I gasped as smooth, dry scales rubbed across my vulva, my arousal smearing across his tail.

"Haha, holy shit. You're into this, aren't you, kitten?"

"I'm fucking not," I insisted. I wasn't. I didn't want this guy anywhere near me. I couldn't help getting wet--

"Sh-sh, I won't tell."

"Just get this over with you piece of shit."

Bret ignored me, bringing the tip of his tail to his muzzle. He licked my arousal off his it, slow, deliberate, making sure I watched that long, oral muscle lap up my need. He sighed, "Nah, I'm going to enjoy this. And so are you." He grabbed my thighs and twisted me around, folding me in two, knees pressed into my shoulders. "Fucking slut wanting to be raped," he growled. "God you smell so needy."

"Fuck you," I said. He nuzzled into my crotch, snout spreading my labia and I tried to shove his head away. He didn't move, so I bucked my hips, still nothing. I grabbed his horns and yanked, finally getting him away from my cunt. "Just stick your dick in me and get this over with."

"Heh, as if." Bret's lips glistened with my arousal. "I'm going to get a taste of this premium pussy and you're going to enjoy it."

I tried to buck him off again but couldn't. He nosed back into my snatch, and a twinge of heat worked through me. His snout brushed my clit, and he kissed the entrance to my sex, sucking lightly. I squirmed, tried again to push him away, but the building heat in my belly had me feeling weaker and weaker. I bit my bottom lip when his tongue came out, thick and long, it dragged up the middle of my inflamed labia, then wriggled into my honeypot. This time, when my hips bucked forward, it was a reflex. My body sought more.

That tongue split me open, worming its way inside my cunt. It had a bit of a pebbly texture to it, slick with spit as it pushed inside me. I whimpered, feeling heat bubbling in my core. I didn't want this, but couldn't help how good this stranger's tongue felt. It sawed in and out my pussy, so much of it wormed inside me, and still more slipped out to push and grind against my vulva. His long tongue teased across my engorged clit with a level of ease that made it seem practiced. I hated how good it felt, and yet, I couldn't deny it.

"You--ah, f-fucking... I'll kill you, fucker," I tried to swear. I needed to remind myself this was a monster, not someone to give into.

Bret leaned back and shoved his tail into my cunt. I moaned at the sudden penetration. Those scales felt strange and rough compared to the tongue, but it just heaped more stimulation on top of me. Sweet pleasure made it hard to think as his tail pressed till the tip knocked against my cervix. It stung a little as he bottomed out, before he pulled back, those scales raking my inner walls like the barbs of another feline. I yowled, heat spiking in my core before his tail pumped back inside me.

Bret whispered, "Talk shit all you want, kitten, but at the end of the day you're just a needy slut. By the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to make you into my pet."

Like hell that would happen. I wanted to say that, but I couldn't. His tail kept working over my cunny, and he brought his lips down to my engorged clit. They wrapped around my dick, hrt having made my clit grow almost a good two inches. Which meant he had so much space in his mouth to suck, that tongue washing across my clitoris.

I couldn't stop it. I felt my orgasm coming. I wanted so badly to not, but he was too good. I wasn't able to stop a weak moan, cursing, "Oh fuck... goddammit."

He released my clit with his lips, and I gasped like I just emerged from the bottom of a lake. He let go of one of my legs, but I still felt too weak to try and escape. His free hand now grabbed my clit, jerking it off while his tail plugged away at my pussy faster. "Come on kitten, just give in. Cum for me."

"Fuck--nng, off!" I couldn't resist his order anymore than I could resist his manhandling. I came, nerves singing, clit abuzz with pleasure that exploded in spasms through the rest of my cunt. I groaned while his tail continued to work me like an oil derrick, each pump shoving out my cum around his glistening appendage. My nectar filled the van with the ripe scent of boi cum.

"Good kitten," Bret said before he removed his tail. His muzzle went back to my pussy and he started eating me out again. This time, his eyes looked up at mine, an order in them: watch me. I wanted to claw them out, but instead I lay limp, panting, watching, as his tongue pushed back inside me. He dined on my cum, slurping it up as his muscle bumped and ground against my still sensitive walls, ensuring that I would still be worked up by the time I came down from the first orgasm he forced me through.

He kissed and made out with my entrance a moment more before he finally released me. My legs flopped onto the mattress, and my chest lifted and fell with each ragged breath I took. I heard him strip off his jeans, and a new scent entered the tight space of the van. Pungent, sharp and sweaty smelling, his cock had already pushed out of its slit. It was a strange, purple thing with a spade shaped head that followed down a ridged shaft to the base of his slit, where the bulb of his knot remained uninflated. He grabbed his member and squeezed.

"You're staring an awful lot for someone who doesn't want this," he teased. I tried to kick his exposed dick, but he deftly smacked my foot away. "Come on, kitten, I thought we were past this."

I licked my lips and propped myself up on my elbows. "Why not let me return the favor? Suck you off, stud?"

Bret laughed. "So you can take a bite of me? Fat chance, I see that look on your face, and there's no way I'd let you. I don't want to have to murder you on top of everything else."

"Just rape me."

"Yeah, but if you're extra good maybe I'll drive you and this van back to my house. My home could use a housepet."

"You fucking shit eating--hrrk!" He grabbed my throat again, choking off my insults.

He released some of his hold, letting me suck in a breath. "Remember, it can be a lot worse, if you're not good." Hand never letting go of my throat, he got me to turn around and get on all fours. His free hand groped my rump roughly, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave a mark. "You got a cute little ass, kitten. Maybe I should fuck that instead."

It wasn't an idle tease, I felt the tip of his dick wedge against my pucker. My tail dropped down, trying to block that entrance, while I said, "No no no, not there. Please. You'll really hurt me."

"You want me to fuck your pussy, then?"

"Just please no anal--"

"If you don't tell me what you want I'll just do whatever hole I feel like doing. I bet this one is tighter."

"Fuck my pussy you piece of shit!" I yelled, ears flat and cheeks flushed.

"Mmmm, maybe you can ask nicer?" He prompted, all while his dick pressed more firmly against my pucker.

"Please fuck my pussy, sir," I whispered, eyes shut tight. I could not believe he'd got me to say it. I also couldn't believe how much my cunt itched to be filled. My clit throbbed, hanging between my thighs while I drooled into the fur on my groin.

And that neediness only grew when Bret shifted and let his dick line up with my cunt. "I don't have a condom. You sure this is where you want it?"

This fucker. God why did it have to get me so hot. "Yes! Breed my boi pussy. It needs your cum, sir, please."

"Heh, that wasn't so hard, now was it, kitten?" Bret mocked before spearing me on his cock, fitting half it inside in a single motion.

I shoved my paw in my mouth and bit down, teeth punching into skin, sharp pain barely felt over my pussy getting stuffed. I moaned around my paw, and the hand around my neck slid backwards, wrapping around my scruff again. My body reflexively relaxed just as he pressed his hips forward. The rest of his dick sank inside me. The ridges on the bottom of his dick glided along my spot, making me clench down on him. His slit kissed mine, and Bret leaned over, pressing his front into my back. He wrapped one possessive arm around my chest, other slipping down to my clit to roll it between a finger and thumb.

"See kitten, doesn't this feel good?" Bret growled in my ear as he started to move. His hips rocked against mine, and the motion matched the slow, steady stroking he made across my clit. It made it so each time that fat prick sank its way inside me, my body rocked forward, sliding his fingers across my clit, grinding against the base of my hood before he pulled out, my hips pulling back with him a little, his fingers stroking up my nub. Each hump jerked me off more, and I couldn't do more than try and fight off yet another orgasm. His cock felt like it was made to breed bois like me, bottoming out just before it pounded painfully into my cervix, ridges grinding my insides into an overstimulated mess.

"You going to answer me, kitten?"

Right, he wanted me to play his game. Fuck that and fuck him. I kept my ears flat, eyes watering, breathing furiously through my nose. He seemed to pick up on my defiance, and he paused. Dick buried deep in me, the fingers milking my clit stroking me in slow, lazy gyrations. Something about him toying with my clit and nothing else made it worse, heat churned in my core, budding, building. I felt so full of him, and felt his meat throbbing inside me. My walls clenched it, my hips wiggled backwards a little, wanting more. I was close, and had been bracing myself for the humiliating finish, but then he stopped.

"If you want me to quit, I will. Just ask me to."

My eyes opened. He had to be joking. After taking it this far? There was no way.

"If you don't want to feel good anymore, I'll leave you alone, but you're so close, aren't you?"

God, this bastard. I released my paw and just spat, "You're lying."

I sucked in a deep breath, feeling a crest in the pleasure coming. I started to moan, but his clit stroking slowed to a crawl. Aching, my boi button now just held still. "Just say you don't want this," he told me.

"Fuck you."

"Hehe, you can't say no, can you?"

Of course I could. I said no so many times already. I opened maw, and at that moment he started moving again. His languid pace shifted, and his hips slammed my butt, once, twice, thrice. I tried to get the words out, body spiking with heat and pleasure. The wave grew with each wet grind of his slit to my vulva, his fingers jerking me off like any boy would jerk their meat to get off.

"I don't--ah!" I came before I could say it. This orgasm made my previous feel small by comparison. My head felt ejected from my body: I watched while a cheetah yowled and quaked underneath the dragon who fucked him. The van stank again of my cum, as it rushed out around that dick, squirting around his girth while he never relented. And I finally got the words out of my mouth.

Bret nipped the back of my neck and laughed at me some more. "What'd you just say, kitten?"

"I said more you fucker!" I screamed it now, yanked back into my body. I didn't care if it was a stranger. An exhilarating, heated high, made me feel like I was in heat, and this stud had the answer for me. "Fuck me more!"

Bret just laughed before he bit down on my scruff. I moaned weakly, going a little limp as he pounded me until my hips were numb. I drooled across my mattress, van rocking, while I let my rapist take me to places of pleasure few ever had. One orgasm came down, and I felt his knot rub against my folds, swelling bigger. I just whined and weakly humped backwards. I wanted it. I wanted this bastard's cock. I wanted him to break me and mold me into his submissive little pet.

He let go of my clit, grabbing me by the hips, and pounded hard, snarling and growling around my scruff. I'd turned him into an animal, too, I realized, and that satisfied me. My pussy felt good for my master, too. My cunt had earned this rutting, as he smacked that knot against my entrance. I felt my vagina yawn wider and wider, straining to fit it. Then the bulb punched inside me, and his spade tip jabbed against my cervix. I howled, as this brute pinched his claws into me, holding me in place as he pulled back. His knot popped free in a burst of my orgasmic fluid before his hips clapped forward again.

My pussy burned getting stretched out that second time, but it didn't happen just twice. He yanked me back as I came, pussy clenching down hard on his meat, but he would not be denied. It popped free again, slammed in, each time weakening the grip my cunt had on his cock. He was ruining my pussy, I realized. Trying to make sure I'd be a gaping mess for anyone else who saw my cunt, and I loved it.

"Mark me! Breed me!" I screamed, begged. I needed him to finish what he promised. He pounded inside one last time, groaning and trembling against my back. He held me tight and I felt his cock twitch inside me. Hot, fresh seed from his internal testes fired right up against my unprotected womb. My pussy burned like he put me in heat, clenching and cumming hard around his cock as he impregnated me. My rapist. My Master. My Savior.

I whimpered and mewled, grinding back against his hips, flexing my pelvic floor. I wanted to milk every bit of his precious sperm I could. He released my neck and touched my cheek, getting me to look over my shoulder, and forced me into a kiss. Twenty minutes ago I'd have bit out his tongue. Now, I just happily moaned and sucked that muscle into my maw. It slid wetly around, letting me taste my own needy boi cum still on his palate. I melted into the kiss, eyes glazed over. My stomach felt full of his cum, my lower abdomen swelling as more and more thick, gooey semen got pumped into my egg chamber. A stud like him left me almost sporting a baby bump.

We rode out our mutual orgasm in a wet, sloppy kiss. My lips were coated in his drool when he broke it. Panting, I fell against the mattress, ass still held in the air by him. I felt a tugging on my cunt, and whined, clenching down. But he ripped his knot free with a wet pop, I felt cum gush out of my cunny as he got off of me.

Suddenly, there was a draconic dick in front of my face. Bret stood on his knees, over me, rubbing my cheek with his messy breeder. "You know what to do, kitten."

I did. I licked his tip, shivering as I tasted his musky, creamy cum on the end of his dick. I lapped more, then kissed his glans, wrapped my lips around them. Purring like a pleased kitten, I started to bob my head and worship my new master's dick.

***

"Doing okay, love?" Bret whispered in my ear.

I gave a happy little moan. We'd fucked twice more, and now rested slumped on the mattress, spooning each other, my boyfriend's cock buried knot deep inside me again.

Eventually, I managed to form words: "Yeah, that was really good. You're really good at this, you know?"

Bret snickered. "I hope you just mean the sex."

"You know what I mean..." I said in a haze. "This was a good roleplay idea."

"I was worried when your claws came out, but you didn't use your safeword so..."

"When you threw me in here I pretty much never stopped dripping after that."

"Heh, I noticed."

"Maybe next time I'll have you be even rougher."

"I don't know if I'm up for that," Bret admitted. "I really don't want to hurt you, babe."

"Psh, as if you could hurt anyone."

I practically felt Bret roll his eyes behind me.

A knock on the window of our van made us jump. We heard someone raise their voice from outside. "Excuse me! Is anyone in here?"

We exchanged a look. Bret cleared his throat and said, "Uh, yeah. Something wrong?"

"The store is closed. If you keep your car here we're going to have it towed."

"Shit," Bret cursed, "This is what we get for doing this in public." Gentler than earlier, he started to wriggle his knot out of my abused cunt. It slipped out and he reached for his pants, while I remained too limp to do more than roll onto my back.

"If we did it at home it wouldn't have felt real, though," I complained.

"Yeah, well, next time you want real, maybe pick a place that is open 24/7."

"Like a Wal-Mart?"

"Yeah, like a Wal-Mart," Bret grumbled as he got into the driver seat. The keys had been left dangling in the ignition, and fortunately the car still started.

I sighed and said, "A Wal-Mart wouldn't work."

"Why?"

"Cause I wouldn't be caught dead in one."

Bret started the car and looked over the seat at me. "Why do I even date you?"

I had enough energy to make a little pose for him and teased, "I mean, just look at me."

Bret did roll his eyes this time and threw the car into reverse and pulled out. He slammed the breaks, and the sudden jerk made me yelp, rolling across the mattress and nearly hitting my head against the back of the shotgun seat.

Really should have gotten myself buckled in before I started being a brat.