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Sheath treatment, by AnotherAperson

The fox fanned his clothing out and showed his digital voucher to the receptionist. She scanned it and smiled, then gestured down the hallway to her side. She told him to walk through until he reached an elevator.

"You'll find it-- it's impossible to miss. The button inside will be marked by a set of horns," she said, and began grinning. Unlike with the other customers at the spa, she seemed genuinely joyous that the fox was going to this place in particular. She shuffled on her chair and bounced her leg, ecstatic he was going down there.

Watching her, the fox felt more nervous. He had no idea what awaited him where she gestured. He stalled and shuffled on his paws, and tried thinking of something to say. Anything at all to find out what was prepared for him down the hallway.

"Does it lead to hell?"

"... It is hot down there."

The receptionist shrugged and tried brushing it off. She waved him on, her smile fading for the next person waiting behind him in line.

The fox grimaced and followed her directions deeper into the building. In a room to his left, he spied a steaming sauna filled with happy canines. Large wolves and dogs lounging around and panting at each other. Another pair laughing across the room as someone was fucked into the bench. The fox stopped and started, wanting to watch or even get involved, but not wanting to be caught staring.

Maybe mine won't be so bad, he thought to himself. He couldn't help looking into each subsequent room. The next door on his left revealed a murky, steaming pool. The next, a smaller body of water, a hot bath with a relaxed hyena touching themselves inside. Before the fox jumped past, he swore the mammal winked at him.

He reached a corner and looked one way to see large massage beds and even larger cats upon them, lightly purring as delicate fingers worked through their fur. They looked happy, and the fox wanted to walk in and join them. It's what he'd expected his gift to be when his friends told him they'd bought him the premium, dragon treatment, as they laughed behind their hands. The fox thought that just meant a bigger bed. Maybe a room to himself as someone pressed along his back and stretched out his tired muscles.

The receptionist's smile changed all that. He wasn't going to get a simple massage. He'd been booked for an entirely different floor from everyone else, the single button marked by horns...

Whatever, he thought, I'm sure whatever they've planned will be fun anyway, and at the very least be able to laugh about it later. He ignored the felines' pleasant sounds and entered the lift.

Even for the fox, it felt tight and slim. He only stood at around four feet. Everyone else towered over him, and yet even so the space felt small; as if it was meant only for smaller clientele like himself.

Stranger still, there was only one other button, which the receptionist mentioned. There was the button for the current floor, and then the horned ground floor below, which glowed redly when he pressed it. As the doors closed, he prepared himself for the whole thing to suddenly drop him into the depths of the earth, but instead it shuddered, then descended at a comfortable pace.

It is quite deep though... What do those idiots have planned for me?

It took a few minutes for the lift to finally stop, and for the doors to slide open. The fox stood in awe at what he saw. Outside loomed a cavernous space, mostly dark except for a single light directly ahead. A massive pile of gold and paper glowing and filling the room in a yellow glow. It was a hill's worth that towered over the fox and blinded him the longer he watched.

He took a step out into the room, mostly because it felt strange to remain still in the more cramped space, and the lift closed behind him, keeping him there. That didn't worry him for the moment. His eyes glistened at the view of the wealth spread before him. His eyes trailed upwards before connecting with another pair high above. On top of the glistening hoard, loused a fluffy dragon, who grinned down at the canine.

"Welcome. Ethan, was it? For two o'clock?"

The voice boomed down at him. The fox jumped but managed a slight nod, to which the creature beckoned him over to his hoard.

The receptionist was right again, thought Ethan, it is hot in here... What she failed to mention was the smell.

The large dragon and his hoard reeked. Completely stunk of a heavy, choking musk that left the fox disorientated even before it dawned on him the scale of what he was looking at.

Compared to the lazing dragon, Ethan appeared like a Lego man: like a fidget toy or a fleck of dust. The blue-furred dragon looked at least the size of a commercial airline. Its breath moved heavily and suffocated the space in his own presence and heat. While the small motions of his body squeezed and pulled at the surrounding air. It lay on all fours and looked down upon Ethan, seemingly amused by his mere presence. He imagined that was a good thing. If he wasn't welcome, surely, he'd already be dead.

"Hello; I'm Matt, and I will be your massage therapist today... I'm going to pick you up now, alright-- try to remain calm."

Matt reared onto his back legs and loomed over Ethan, sending a wave of coins to clatter down. The few around his feet-paws burst under the pressure and sank in an avalanche of crashing silver in front of Ethan. The fox took two steps back before two soft masses snagged him and lifted him into the air by his waist. He flew through the air in Matt's paws until he dangled three stories from the ground, face to face with the enormous creature. Each of its warm breath's blew his fur back and stifled his own lungs. Matt smiled a toothy grin that left Ethan terrified. The dragon's teeth shone in front of him, each the size of his head and glistening wet, ready to crush him in a small nibble.

"Is this your first time?"

Matt whispered as to not deafen his customer. Ethan spent a second gathering some needed air, then nodded vigorously. He stopped and spoke as the movement left him dizzy.

"Yes," he said, gathering more damp breaths into his lungs.

Oh God, what's he about to do to me? What did he mean by 'first time'? Am I going to lose my dragon virginity? I didn't even know that was a thing...

Matt chuckled and rubbed one of his paw's digits over Ethan's head, and gave a slow, circular rub. The fox sighed and leaned into the heavy touch. He closed his eyes and forgot who was touching him. Instead, just focusing on the smooth sensations of the slow, sensual rubbing between his ears. He let out a high whimper at the feeling. Matt chuckled at the reaction.

"Then let me take care of you. I'm going to move onto my back now; again, try to stay still."

The fox nodded through his closed eyes, before feeling the world tilt.

With a reverberating crash, the dragon landed on his back, sending a portion of his collection scattering throughout the room. He held Ethan above him in the air with his tree-sized arms, leaving his foot-paws dangling. Matt licked his lips once, then opened his mouth as if to swallow him. His eyes shone with glee. Ethan let out a high-pitch scream as the arms holding him suddenly descended, but the dragon just laughed. He shook his head then placed the fox onto his chest, facing towards him.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to eat you. Everyone thinks I will, though, and it's just funny for me. I'm sorry again, just try to relax... And take off your little clothes."

_I'm going to strangle those idiots when I get the chance. _

The dragon laughed at Ethan's embarrassed and frustrated expression. The shaking of his chest tripped Ethan and sent him onto his backside. His claws sank into the soft fur below him and clutched it as he tried to find some stability. He noticed the dragon felt warm. Pleasantly warm and soothing. And soft. Soft enough for him to go to sleep in place or even to just lay in for a while.

The fox ignored the dragon for a second, just admiring the cuddly body below him: the immensity and comfort of it. It felt dizzying in its proportions and left Ethan equal parts terrified and--

"If you like what you see now, you'll love it when we get to the actual treatment."

"... What's the treatment?"

"You'll have to speak louder than that."

"What's the treatment?"

Matt chuckled again and made an indescribable face. It was a predatory but friendly look that made Ethan's neck crawl. His foot-paws curled and twitched into Matt's chest.

"Take off your clothes and find out... Don't worry; down there, you're all the same size to me."

Ethan managed another nod. He got up and turned around to face away from Matt. And that's when he saw the throbbing tower of the dragon's cock; standing eight feet tall and erect, it wavered and twitched in the air. Its size felt more ominous than the dragon's mouth did. The smooth, lightly furred flesh of his sheath left a polished, hard shape and texture, only broken by a trail of two dark blue veins trailing up its side.

It left Ethan shaking and panting. His legs quivered. The dragon stayed silent, and the ground remained steady for the fox to stand and gawk, his head craned upwards. For him, the smell coating the room felt more potent facing this way. The virile stench that filled the room all came from Matt's aroused length, and it left Ethan wrinkling his face in both disgust and arousal, his dick throbbing between his legs.

"Matt?"

"..."

"Matt, what is the treatment?"

The dragon's dick shuddered in front of Ethan. The fox noticed a river of pre-cum roll down its side, causing it to glisten and shimmer in a golden light. The liquid only brought more of the musk to the air. Ethan swore he could taste it on his tongue despite remaining in place. He whimpered in need and panted at it, taking a single step forward before stopping.

He sighed and took off his shirt before pulling at his trouser zip. As he dropped each piece to the floor, a large paw descended to whisk the item away and out of view. Until he held nothing but his phone up in paw, which Matt carefully took off him. Though really the fox didn't care at all what happened to it or anything else he brought along with him. He felt more worried about how his body was reacting. The way his legs kept trembling, and the way his dick bounced in front of him. The embarrassment only got worse when Matt chuckled. Ethan stood straight and didn't turn around.

"Have you guessed what your treatment is yet, cutie?"

_Forget the treatment; I want to know more about That than anything else. Please let me get closer. Please tell me it's okay. It looks so warm. I just want to touch it... _

Matt reached over to grab himself. He gave himself a single, long stroke that sent another line of pre-cum to spurt out and audibly splat down against his belly fur.

Ethan winced. Part of him wanted to look away, but had nowhere else to turn. Not even the coins interested him now. Not as Matt began increasing his pace, his dick growing further still, another foot in length and slightly arching before it stilled and kept its shape.

The dragon rumbled below and Matt fell back on his ass. They both sat and watched as his hand worked. Another moan shook the room, soon becoming a roar as his cock shot out more fluid, the fast movement of his paw creating resounding wet slaps that reverberated around the room. Another paw joined the first, so that arms surrounded Matt on either side, creating a wall of fur that trapped him against the body of the dragon.

Matt screamed and jerked his hips upwards into his paws. Ethan bounced into the air and lay flat. He gripped the fur beneath him and watched as pre-cum began to rain down around him. He felt the chest muscles below him tense and relax with each pleasured motion. Leaving Ethan shuddering and terrified, feeling forgotten as he was jostled around.

Will I be in any danger when he cums? Thought the fox. Anxiety and arousal fought inside of him, leaving him a whimpering mess in front of the tower of wet flesh. He covered his ears as Matt roared into the cave. Everything shook as he reached his orgasm. His paws became a blur of frothing motions before stopping and pulling back his sheath down. As the violet head appeared, it shot line after line of cum down towards the fox.

Ethan jumped back to run. A wet impact struck his back, burning and taking him down flat onto his chest. Another followed and struck his legs and ass, lathering them and binding them in still and in place. More fell and coated his body. The dragon's cum clogged his ears and swallowed his head in darkness. He gasped for breath through the salty mass as it filled his muzzle. He twisted around, reaching for air in the darkness. And distantly, he felt Matt bouncing him around as his orgasm continued. In the darkened haze, he pushed his hips back and forth, pleasuring his own length. It didn't take long for him to finish. He added his meagre load to the surrounding mass with a choked whine, then waited motionless.

The dragon's orgasm went on for another few minutes while Ethan relaxed into the hot fluid. Regardless of the smell, the stuff felt nice running through his fur and tongue, though that soon changed as a large paw fished him out and picked him up. He gasped in the open air, feeling the stuff slide down his body, dangle, then drop off back into a small collection beneath. His nose felt painfully stuffed with the liquid. He doubted he would ever smell anything else again as he struggled helplessly in Matt's grasp.

...

"Phew! I thought I might have lost you then. Luckily, you're all lubed and ready for your treatment. Do you feel prepared?"

"Yeah, it was wonderful... Thanks for that."

"You're not listening to me."

"... What?"

"We haven't started yet."

The dragon wiped his free wet paw against his thigh, then curled it back to rest his head against. Ethan watched dumbly, his own orgasm leaving him tired and slow.

"What more could the treatment be? I feel amazing..."

Matt nodded and grinned, flashing his long fangs.

"Me too, cutie, but you've still paid for three hours, so I'm going to deliver... Now keep your arms by your sides and your legs straight as you go down. It'll be a squeeze even for someone of your size, so relax and keep still."

I thought you couldn't tell, thought the fox numbly. His body flew until he was dangling over the tip of the dragon's softening length. His own dick tensed and came back to life, knowing what was about to happen. He kicked his legs happily, then stilled as Matt growled. Though there was nothing to stop his tail wagging behind him.

Matt didn't notice or care. And soon enough, he lowered the fox until his foot paws were poking between his thick sheath and the head of his penis. Matt pushed him down against it until the two parted, and his paws sank in between with lubricated ease.

Ethan shuddered with the tight sensation. Shuddered, knowing that it would soon cover his whole body. It felt intense and gripped his body hard, though it was the heat that left him quaking and nervous. The dragon's insides felt like an oven, even despite his recent coating.

But Matt didn't give him much time to adjust. The dragon sighed and dipped him in until his legs half sank into him. Ethan nervously moaned. He watched below as his feet displaced the cum and all the remnant gunk already waiting there, watching it bubble up and over his legs and crotch.

Ethan looked up at Matt with pleading eyes. Neither could tell whether it was from fear or desire, though he squealed and writhed as his dick sank into the sheath. The stimulation felt perfect against him, despite having finished so soon, and it quickly left him hard once again.

His body continued to lower until his hands pushed inside. With the widest point of his body surpassed, the rest of the fox soon sank down into the mass, the warmth now hugging his entire body.

"Lift your head up, and keep your snout pointed to the ceiling... Just like that, perfect. Take deep and slow breaths and try to relax... Now, here's the cherry on top. Close your eyes and hold your breath for a second."

Matt stood back up onto his hind legs, and held his softening dick with one paw. Ethan waited before he suddenly felt a thick, hot coating lather his upper body and head, smothering him in an entirely new set of feelings and senses. His ears again became muffled from the fluid, though he knew what had happened: the dragon had just spat on him, adding one final sensation and smell to the mix.

The paw returned to fondle on the outside of the sheath and play with Ethan's body. They rubbed his shoulders and back, easing his body even further down. His shoulders and neck pushed, dipped until it was only the tip of his snout on the outside. His clogged nose brought in the smallest supply of fresh air, though expanding his chest felt difficult.

Matt spoke again. Ethan barely heard him over the beating of the dragon's heart that reverberated against his own body.

"Okay, perfect. Now, I'm going to push your head down until it lies against my hole... Like so. Make some noise if that isn't comfy... Heavenly, right? I'm going to lie down and sleep for a while; you've got two hours in there, so enjoy your stay. I've heard that it works wonders for your skin and fur."

Ethan whimpered. The dick softened against him, and the excess sheath lifted and slid over the rest of his head, swallowing him totally in the darkness and warmth. His breath became thick. Every intake brought in more of Matt's stench and unbearable heat. He felt his heart synchronise with the dragon's own, and felt his body become indistinguishable from the rest of the flesh covering him.

Dimly, he felt his dick throb once and cum again, the fluid moulding and joining the rest he swam in. There was no way of him knowing whether his eyes were open or not. He couldn't recognise time. He couldn't feel his body through the mist of sensations that pulled at him. And it was perfect. Soon he found himself lulled into a deep sleep.

...

The dragon smiled and took a picture of the vague lump that sank against his dick. His softened length let Ethan's unconscious form slide deeper and deeper into him. He rubbed the small form and jostled him, but Ethan didn't react. He took a final picture and, satisfied, lay back onto his front to take a long nap on top of his hoard.

Matt smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to see what Ethan looked like once he came out: how filthy he would look, how thoroughly lathered with his scent he would be-- each thought dirtier than the last. He couldn't wait to show him how he cleaned his guests afterwards. Maybe he'd even show him the premium treatment of what it's like up his behind, or even in his mouth, if he could stomach his own taste...

And deep inside him, Ethan slept peacefully, a part of him thinking: I've got to thank those idiots after this. I've never felt so at peace. I might even kiss them for it: right on their lips with my wet, sticky mouth...