PIPE DREAMS
Sedric wandered down the hallway, wearing his favourite long yellow slicker and a pair of short green rubber boots he'd bought only recently. Where was he? He was sure he'd been somewhere else moments ago, somewhere... The details of the other place were slipping out of focus much too fast for him to get a hold on them. He thought he could remember a black and white marble city and a crowd but he couldn't be sure. Now he was here listening to his dampened footsteps in this wooden-floored passage, which seemed to be dark at either end but bright where he was as if he himself were the light. The air was cool though not unpleasantly so, making contact with his otherwise nude scales where they weren't covered by his waterproofs
As far as he wandered down the corridor, the dragon noticed the smell in the air never seemed to change. Not that he minded, because he was finding it a very appealing smell. It was the smell of a rich, fresh tobacco smoke mixed with what was unmistakably a hint of weed. "Someone's trying to seduce me," he giggled to himself, tugging back the smooth, rubbery material of the raincoat to form a tent over his hardening cock. Whoever was trying was certainly succeeding, the dragon's tail swaying slowly behind him as he inhaled the air more deeply and rubbed his cock just a little through the raincoat. He wished he were the one smoking that weed right now, feeling in the mood to enjoy the ritual of getting stoned and letting it guide his aroused state even further. He bit his lip as he imagined the pot being mixed up with pipe tobacco, blushing at the thought of smoking them together. He wanted to, truth be told, he was just anxious and resistant to the idea of taking up a further smoking habit on top of his conversion to cannabis. He still liked to live as almost straightedge when he wasn't getting his rocks off after all. Of course, he told himself as his cock slipped free of his mac, there was no reason he couldn't reserve the tobacco pipe for those pleasant moments as well
The dragon whimpered slightly to himself as he pictured the thrill of letting his shields down a second time and embracing smoking a pipe. His fingers traced their way around his exposed cock, eyes trained on it as he began masturbating slowly. Right now he didn't care about where he was or who else might wander along the corridor to see him playing with himself. He just giggled softly to himself as he examined once again how short his little prick was and imagined the contrast between his underendowment and what he considered the resolutely manly act of smoking a pipe. "It's gotta be a big pipe," he thought to himself with a grin, "if it's going to make up for this weiner"
Sedric leaned up against the wall, focusing his attention and energy now on physical pleasure and the aroma in the air. He wanted to find the source of it, to have at least one puff on whatever pipe it was coming from just so he could know he was a little less clean-living than before. Perhaps some other raincoated stud was smoking it, someone with a much more manly cock that the dragon would get down and suck in exchange for being allowed to try the pipe. The more he thought of it though, and the more hungrily he pumped his cock, the more aware the dragon was of being unable to cum. His whole arm was already beginning to ache, yet his orgasm hovered frustratingly close to the edge. "Come on," he panted, "come on I need to cum... oh god I need that pipe..."
Slumping against the wall, it suddenly made a lot of sense to him. What his body needed to let him cum was to fill his lungs with that intoxicating smoke. Sinking his teeth into his lip again, he struggled with the idea. He was sure he couldn't. The weed, perhaps, yes. He loved being freespirited about his fetish for herb, but he was fighting himself over the tobacco, telling himself that one had to be a no-no no matter what. He shivered and sank down onto his ass, his hand finding his cock again and tugging at it earnestly as he pulled it back against his mac. He needed to cum harder than he could ever remember, frustratedly picturing his pecker shooting a healthy load over the presently clean and dry raincoat. Every stroke just served to keep him tingling on edge though, body twitching without so much as a drop of jism. He knew whoever had that pipe, he had to go to them and ask, outright beg to be allowed to smoke it and to hell with his clean living, or he didn't think he'd ever have an orgasm again!
Cock still singing with need, its owner beginning to feel dizzy as lust and the scent of the air overpowered him, he climbed to his feet and started walking unsteadily in the direction he'd been headed before. Whoever had that pipe, he was sure they couldn't be behind him
The walking seemed to continue forever, the corridor's battered grey walls never seeming to change. Sedric was beginning to become convinced there was no way out of the place, only to stretch out an arm to lean against the wall and yelp in surprise as he found smooth, green-painted wood instead of the rudimentary plaster he'd grown used to. The door had no identifying marks beyond "107" painted at eye level. This, he was sure, was the source of the intoxicating scent. It was more potent here than ever before. Anxious but excited at the same time, he grabbed the handle and turned it cautiously
The dragon was suddenly in a bar, one whose air was pungent with the ever-present smoke. Every surface was weathered wood panelling, testimony to countless years as a gritty, no-nonsense gathering place for achingly masculine types. It must have been a dockside bar, because everyone in the room including the elephantine barman and the ferret at the piano was wearing slick raingear, and everyone was kitted out with pipes of their own. In fact, when the dragon dared glance at the bar he realised it didn't seem to even serve alcohol; the entire wall seemed to be given over to different types of tobacco and marijuana. His gaze didn't stay there long though. Soon enough he was uncomfortably trying to avert his eyes from everyone in the room as they all stopped and stared at this pipeless newcomer
"Well then," the elephant said in a thick, rustic accent, "you're a new face. What'll it be?" He was dressed in a glossy black rainjacket that stressed his unashamedly fat physique
"I, um... I don't know..." Sedric stammered, "wh-what do you recommend?"
"Come on lad," a black-furred wolf in a full-length yellow slicker and black boots interjected without taking his pipe from his muzzle, "don't tell us you've come all the way here and you don't know what you're going t' smoke. You'll be telling us you didn't even bring your pipe next." He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke as punctuation to his words. With the hood of his raincoat up over his ears he looked oddly monkish. Sedric whimpered and looked down, ears and tail drooping in shame as if he thought he could make himself smaller in front of the unimpressed crowd
"I, well, I don't have a pipe," he managed to mumbler, "I've never smoked before. Um, I've smoked weed I mean, just... just never tobacco"
"Not going to either aye lad? Not like that." The croc idly loading up his own indulgently large pipe nodded to the dragon's crotch and turned back to his business. Sedric looked down, remembering sharply that his cock was still sticking out of his mac
"Oh god I'm sorry!" he squeaked, tucking it away hurriedly and gasping in frustrated pleasure as the motions sent more spasms through that cock that refused to cum. The barman tutted and shook his head
"No point putting it back," he said, "we've all seen what you've got now. See it's not showing it off that's a problem." He came around to the front of the bar, letting Sedric see he was wearing a two-piece rainsuit and short black wellies with yellow toecaps and stripes at the top. Now fully visible, he began unbuttoning the trousers and letting a large, semi-erect cock flop free. "It's the size of it lad," he continued, gesturing to the wolf who stood up and casually pulled his own hard dick free of his raincoat. Sedric's jaw gaped open, staggered both by their unashamed display and by how frighteningly well hung they were
"It's a man's bar, man's hobby lad," the elephant said matter-of-factly as he walked up to the would-be customer who was a full head shorter than him. "We're all big men here, not like this." Sedric could only tremble as the elephant's thick digits as his prick was pulled out again. "That's not going to get you into the regulars, even if you had the best pipe around." There was a hint of amusement in the elephant's voice now, reflected by hushed laughter occasionally filtering through the smoke. Sedric was reduced to jelly, the elephant's touch on his flesh, the humiliation, the overpowering smell and the oh-so-close promise of smoking a pipe for the first time all taking their toll on him
"Oh p-please Sir," the dragon stammered, "I mean, please just one smoke, I... I really need it sir..." It made his neck ache to stare up at the elephant stood over him. "Couldn't you just this once? I'll pay, I promise!"
The elephant let go of his cock and walked away from the dragon. "Well, not that easy lad," he said, returning to the far side of the bar and taking out a pipe to load up. Sedric watched, mouth dry as he lit it up and puffed leisurely, savouring it as if to mock the dragon further. "You can't just hand over a few pounds to get what you want you know"
"He could earn it," the ferret at the piano piped up, taking out his own smoking utensils now and lighting up also. Sedric was already certain his pipe was more weed than tobacco, though no less appealing for it. Like the elephant he was wearing a black two-piece suit, but with entirely black boots this time. Unlike the elephant he had a lithe and slender body underneath the suit
"Doing what? Cleaning everyone's pipes out?"
"In a manner of speaking," the ferret laughed, swinging around on his piano stool to face into the room, a dissonant chord ringing out as he rested his elbow on the keys behind him. "I mean it's that or we do it ourselves." He ran his free hand over his crotch as he spoke, beginning to unbutton his raintrousers to free his own erect prick. There was a ripple of enthusiasm through the room at his suggestion
"We can't give the lad membership for a blowjob," the wolf snorted, sat back in his chair with his cock still on display. He loaded up his own pipe as he talked, clamping it in his teeth and fishing for a box of matches. "We'll be letting any small pecker in like that." There were further mutterings and arguings. Sedric kept his head down, both admiring and trembling in the presence of the council of pipesmokers discussing what was to be done with him. Eventually the barman interrupted them again
"Alright, gentlemen, I have an idea for the lad." He turned his attention to the dragon. "You're not getting membership, not with that wee thing, but we could always use the entertainment. Are you a bootlick?"
Sedric nodded, and the elephant's smile grew wider
"Brilliant lad. Here's what you're going to do to earn a pipe. You're going to clean our pipes and our boots, every man jack of us. You're going to be respectful as hell about it, do what you're told, and if we're all pleased with how well you did it you'll get a pipe and a wank like I know you're dying for. And," he added with a flourish, "we'll keep you on as a little piece of the scenery, our own pipeslut. Then we won't have to let any more little peckers through the door either because we've got one on the books doing just what little peckers are good for already. That sound about right to everyone?"
There was an enthusiastic racket from the crowd. The elephant nodded and looked again at Sedric. "And you?"
"Y-yes Sir," the dragon replied, mouth dryer than ever
"Good lad. Start on Jake, it was his idea"
The dragon followed the barkeep's pointing finger to the piano, where the ferret was sat with a delighted leer as he played idly with his cock. "Boots first," he chuckled, thrusting his left foot out as the dragon knelt down, "get it spotless aye lad?"
"Yes Sir," the dragon replied timidly, supporting the boot in his hands as he kissed it respectfully. There was just enough dirt on the otter's wellies to make it a significant job as he worked his tongue against the smooth surface, bringing it to a shine and even exploring the treads of his boots cautiously. Above him Jake continued to fill the air with the sweet, blissful and familiar aroma of pot, keeping the dragon's tool as excited as ever. Sedric let go of the left boot and repeated the process with the right. He wished he could beat himself off right now, but he knew both that it would never cum without that much-desired pipe between his lips and that there was no way it would be allowed by the elephant's rules. Instead he kept hands on boot as he brought them to a shine
Letting go of the right welly, the dragon humbly lifted his head further to meet the ferret's twitching cock. "Go on lad, smoke a pipe for me," the ferret chuckled, exhaling smokey breath over the would-be customer as he quickly swallowed the hard dick on offer. It made the dragon's eyes water, but he wasn't about to protest. He wanted to prove himself to the room, to earn that reward before he exploded from lack of release, and now the ferret's hands were on the back of his head, pulling him further down onto the thick eight inches of cock and showing the dragon just how much of a bitch he was expected to be to them
"How's he doing?" the wolf asked, still with disdain in his voice. The ferret chuckled, sending more warm smoke billowing over the dragon
"He really knows how to suck a cock! He must want that pipe really badly"
"Hmm, you're only number one though," the wolf said, "little pecker better be as good to all of us or I'm voting he doesn't get it"
"Well that's the idea," the ferret replied before sinking into a long, satisfied moan. "Anyway, he's doing a good job now, and I'm sure you'll keep it up huh dragon? I think you *like* knowing you have to serve us all before you get your reward." Sedric hummed obediently around the ferret's cock, getting further shivers of pleasure for his efforts. He was shy of admitting it in front of the crowd but the pianist was completely right. The challenge was bliss, making his already excited cock ache in a way he'd swear he'd never felt before. He was going to give each one of them the time of their life if it killed him, anything to be allowed to puff on a pipe even if he did it on his knees
The ferret was thrusting up into the dragon's snout now, holding him in place by his horns as he continued puffing eagerly on that weed-heavy pipe. "I'm gonna cum lad," he panted, "try and swallow it all if you can"
"Oh don't go easy on him," the wolf snorted, "at least tell him he's got to swallow the lot!"
"Aww c'mon friend," the ferret sighed, "you know I'm a hippy at heart. You've got your turn when you can really test him!"
"Don't think I won't"
"I know you will... oh god, here I go!" The ferret buried his cock in the dragon's snout, gagging him as he came thick and hard. Despite the uncomfortable position the dragon did his best to hold every drop of the ferret's seed, feeling the warm fluid fill his mouth. Cautiously he lifted his mouth from the ferret's dick, lips forming a tight seal around his shaft. Then, finally risking looking the ferret in the eye, he smiled proudly and swallowed, getting a grin and a pat on the cheek
"Good lad," the ferret said contentedly, "one down, fourteen to go eh? Go work on our wolfy friend next"
The dragon swallowed again, nervously this time as he looked over at the wolf who was now stood again, looming over him and leering wickedly. "Aye, come on dragon," the wolf said, lowering the hood of his raincoat at last, "let's get you over with." How ever much contempt he lavished on the desperate dragon it didn't do anything to dampen his lust. Sedric eyed the enormous pole sticking out of his slicker and nodded
"Yes Sir. Do you w-want me to start with your boots first?"
"Of course I do," the wolf replied bluntly before turning to the elephant. "Are we obliged to make him suck? I fancy bending him over the table"
"As you wish," the elephant smiled, leaning back against the dispensers of smokeable goods. "If he's going to have a long-term position he's going to need to prove he's versatile"
"You heard the barkeep," the wolf smirked, "now get down and lick my boots boy." He sat on the edge of the table as he gave his command, gripping Sedric by the shoulder and forcing him down into place. The dragon was acutely aware that nobody in the room was raising so much as an eyebrow at how much rougher his treatment was suddenly becoming. He shook involuntarily as he thought about it, realising nobody in the room had any problems with him being handled mercilessly and wondering if the wolf was likely to be his toughest trial or just his most vocal. But again, arguing the point was out of the question. The dragon's poor prick was throbbing again, still in that delerious place between the brink of orgasm and finally being allowed to explode with no hope of travelling over the edge. He worked slavishly over the black rubber boots on offer. He had to prove himself worthy of that pipe, he had to!
Above him the wolf was lighting up again, inhaling deeply and all but obscuring himself in a fog as he exhaled. One boot gave Sedric a sharp tap to the nose, a clear warning that he could still see the dragon and that he expected him to be doing his work instead of casting his eyes up to watch. Sedric just whimpered and obeyed, tongue pressing harder into the rubber until he was sure the wolf could feel it on his toes. Fittingly his boots were dirtier than the laid-back ferret's, but the dragon worked them to a shine all the same. He wished he could cum over them and lick them clean again. He wished he could cum at all, but knew it was useless to hope. He hoped to god instead that he would be worthy of that smoke
"Yeah, he's not so bad now I'm trying him out," the wolf chuckled, drawing deeply again on his pipe. "Might get my vote yet"
"Thank you Sir," Sedric slurred between mouthfuls of masculine black rubber. He got another quick boot to the face for his troubles
"Don't talk, just lick it," the wolf admonished, "in fact no, they're clean enough already. Get up pipeslut, get bent over the table for me"
The wolf watched impatiently as the dragon scurried up onto his feet again. He didn't doubt for a second the wolf was going to ram him open, tugging the bottom of his raincoat up to expose himself before getting into position. Behind him he felt the wolf's hand groping and squeezing his arse, that and the slight warmth of more smoke blown over him. "Nice plump behind you've got there," he chuckled, fingers squeezing and rolling his vulnerable balls before rudely digging into the dragon's passage. "Yeah, I think you'll be a good fuck, boy"
The hands moved from Sedric's arse to his sides, the dragon now quivering as he felt the head of the wolf's cock pressing up against his anus. "Hey can somebody fill my pipe up for me?" the wolf asked, "my hands are full here"
There was laughter amongst the group, then the croc who'd first noted the dragon's dick obliged him
"Thanks Billy," the wolf said, Sedric listening to the hiss of a lit match as the wolf hummed in enjoyment
"No problem," the crocodile replied. "Mind if I give him a facial? Seems a waste of an end if you're going to stick it up his arse"
More laughter. "Yeah, get him sloppy," the elephant chuckled. "Gotta try everything out on him or we won't know if he's a good purchase or not"
Sedric took in the sight of the croc for the first time as he went around the table to smile wickedly down on him. Yellow waist-length jacket, green muddy boots, and the only pair of blue denim jeans in the entire place. Not to mention a pipe of his own of course. "I think you're doing alright so far," he said, stroking the dragon under the chin with one hand as the other unzipped his jeans
Before Sedric could reply gratefully, his words were replaced with a yelp as the wolf ploughed him forcefully. The amusement of the bar was palpable. "Want me to go gently?" the wolf said, more mockery than question
"N-no Sir..." Sedric whimpered, "do whatever you wish to me." He gritted his teeth and focused on the croc cock now in front of him, its owner lighting up his smoke before grabbing himself and beginning to masturbate casually. Behind him the wolf was making the most of the dragon's consent, spreading his legs wider and forcing his cock deeper into his plaything's tight pucker. It was all the dragon could do to zone out a little, to focus on the equally thick crocodile member now being pumped before his eyes, on the steady supply of pipe smoke bathing him, and on the pleasure that came from knowing he was serving the wolf
"How's he holding up?" the barkeeper asked. The wolf snarled, though more with amusement and pleasure than anything, Sedric thought
"Oh he's good, nice and tight to fuck. And I think you like it don't you bitch?" He reached under and grabbed the dragon's tell-tale hardon, making Sedric almost pass out from the electric sensations it sent through him. As his body adjusted and the pain receded to a satisfyingly masochistic level it felt better and better to be sodomised roughly by the wolf, and now his hand was mockingly stroking the dragon's disobedient dick, still refusing his orgasm. He moaned incoherently, eyes still on the crocodile's dick, its owner clearly enjoying his own part of the performance. He wanted to take the croc in his snout and suck him with all the reverence he could muster, but he was afraid to disobey or change the course of events from what his users wanted lest he be denied that pipe he wanted so much. He was sure he was prostituting himself over a bad habit, but he didn't care. If anything he was only more excited and needy to realise it
"Think I'm gonna cum soon," the croc smirked, blowing more smoke over the dragon's face. He definitely favoured more weed in his mix where Sedric was quite sure the wolf was a tobacco purist. The wolf for his part cracked up laughing, leaning forward and piling more and more of his weight onto the dragon
"Me too, I'll race you there"
Sedric moaned, almost sobbed from the increasing overload as the wolf redoubled his pace. With every thrust the lupine was pushing a little deeper inside of him until the dragon was sure he was going to burst open. He glanced up at the crocodile, smiling wider than ever, pipe still clenched in his snout as he flogged his cock, precum sputtering onto the dragon's face
It was the wolf who went first, finally slamming himself home with a howl dampened only by that ever-present pipe clamped in his muzzle. The room cheered and hollered as Sedric himself flinched and spasmed, still unable to climax himself despite the wolf's spunk now filling him. Moments later he got his second helping and another roar from the crowd as the crocodile lost it, momentarily blindfolding the dragon as his spunk coated his face and glasses. "Oh that's a good looking dragon," the croc laughed and wheezed, patting Sedric's horns. "Shame I couldn't get a little on that mac"
"Still early," the ferret said slyly, tapping a few dissonant notes for punctuation, "I'm sure someone'll do the job"
Slowly the dragon was passed around the room until his arse and mouth and both hands ached from the services provided. With each barmember serviced he won them over more and more to the prospect of him as their barroom bitch, even the surly wolf warming to him and cheering him on. And still of course his own cock refused to cum, not that he was brave enough to touch it without permission. Almost without registering it, he found himself on his knees at last in front of the barkeep, holding a pipe in each hand. "You're doing good lad," the elephant said, "think you're ready to be our pipe bitch?"
"Yes Sir," Sedric managed to squeak, eyes down on the elephant's rubber boots. Above him the barkeep held one pipe in his prehensile trunk, the now-free hand patting the dragon on the head
"Just mine to go and you can have your virgin pipe. Do you want tobacco, weed or both?"
The dragon hesitated, mulling it over. There was still a chance to forgo the tobacco and stick to his stoner purism, but by now he wanted to give in and feel that little bit more impure. Besides which he didn't think his dick would let him cum if he didn't accept both. And so he told him: "both, Sir"
"Good lad," the elephant chuckled, "now start licking those wellies for me, I want to see them shiny as new"
Sedric was glad to be on all fours, lips pressed to the well-worn boots before beginning to lick at them. After fourteen other studs taking their turns in his arse, mouth and hands his knees felt like rubber, and he would've gladly laid on his back and been used as a doormat in order to save them any more duress. Especially if the elephant cared to wipe his boots on the dragon's aching balls. Even if he couldn't cum, he would've welcomed a good, firm boot to the nuts. Instead he worked hard at polishing those wellies with his tongue, especially the bright yellow detailing. Whatever the elephant did outside of the bar, it was definitely dirty work. Above him, their wearer was indulging his rights as a member of the bar, lighting up his generous pipe and puffing away in a blissful, satisfied manner
"When you're done, I'm going to cum all over that slicker of yours," the elephant said languidly, getting a murmur of approval from the room. "All that cock sucking and you've barely more than a trickle on you. We need to sort you out, pecker dragon"
"Yes Sir," Sedric slurred, tongue worn out and mouth full of rubber anyway. He continued cleaning the elephant's boots regardless until he heard the barkeep juggling the dragon's prospective pipe into his trunk's grip again, freeing up both hands to fully unbutton his waterproof pants and push them down. Sedric found himself gripped by the horns, tobacco smoke and breath blowing over him again before he was pulled upright and dragged brusquely snout-first into the elephant's musky balls
"Lick 'em lad," the elephant commanded, thick fingers wrapping around his cock, "let's feel that tongue on my knackers"
Another muffled "yes Sir" from the dragon as he set to work keenly, eyes on the elephant's hand and massive cock as he began stroking himself. Around him the rest of the bar had formed a semi-circle, excitedly watching the show as they all puffed and smoked away, some of them now masturbating themselves or each other once again. The dragon was spinning from the need to cum as he carefully took as much of the elephant's sack in his snout to suck on, not helped by how thick the air was by now, but it was exquisite torture. This was the moment when he was most glad to have his puny pecker to ensure he remained totally subjugated by these virile users, listening to the increasing muttering of pleasure from the elephant and dreaming of how he'd soon have the chance to smoke a pipe of his own
"Ah, this is getting close," the elephant grunted, "are you ready to be a cumslut, dragon?" Another muffled agreement from the kneeling servant, his mouth still full. The elephant laughed heartily, smoke curling from his trunk. "Who else is going to get their rocks off? Come over here and let's make a proper mess of our boy"
Sedric was pushed back again into target position, trembling with anticipation as the elephant was joined by the pianist ferret on one side and a lean, muscular hare on the other, all busily stroking their own dicks. With a deafening cry of triumph the elephant came first, the dragon almost knocked onto his arse as thick jets of spunk sprayed his snout and rainjacket, quickly followed by his furred companions. Once again the bar went crazy as the dragon was hosed down
Sedric knelt, dazed, until he felt the elephant's meaty hand gripping him under the arm and tugging him up to his feet. "That's it lad, y've earned this," he said warmly, handing the pipe to the dragon. Sedric stared at it for a moment, face slowly breaking into a wide, giddy grin as he wiped the mess from his scales
"Thank you Sir," the dragon said happily as he settled down shakily into a chair, accepting the elephant's lighter. "May I, um..." he gestured awkwardly to his still-erect cock. Several of the group burst out laughing
"Of course lad, wank y'self crazy," the elephant grinned, tugging his waterproofs back up and tucking his softening cock away. Sedric blushed, took the pipe in his lips and flicked the lighter
The dragon was already used to the harshness of smoke from his dalliances with weed; it was more the forbidden thrill of smoking proper tobacco that made him have to fight the urge to splutter. He tasted the smoke, inhaling it and feeling it warming his lungs as his free hand cautiously tickled his erect flesh. The smoke curling from his own nostrils was liberating, both for the transgression against his purism and for the feeling of being one with the rest of the seasoned males around him, partaking of the same indulgence as they did. The taste and smell and the soothing effect of the mixed tobacco and cannabis on his state of mind were all welcome as he slipped his fingers past his cock and into his raincoat to massage his balls. Being observed by the room only added to it
Sedric fought the urge to greedily smoke up the entire bowl in a few puffs, trying to stretch out the virgin pipe and the self-pleasure that came with it. His fingers were wrapped lightly around his cock now, precum dribbling onto them. He was running out of smoke though, stretching out in his chair and leaning back as he began to stroke a little more firmly. He could tell this was going to be it, inhaling the last lungful of smoke available and holding it as he tormented himself. Then, with a half-choked cry of pleasure he let the smoke billow out of his mouth and nostrils as he came hard over himself, harder than he could ever remember cumming, blending with the mess that had already been made of him
Spent, and completely splattered in his own cum, the dragon sank back happily in his chair, still contentedly holding the pipe between his lips as he milked the last few drops from his prick. Rubbing his eyes hazily, he felt the pipe's owner taking it back from his reluctant snout. His hand moved further up to rub his forehead. He was sat in an empty classroom, not entirely sure how he came to be there. He tried in vain to remember; he thought he'd been in a bar or club somewhere, definitely somewhere with a piano, but he couldn't picture it any more. The memory was fading faster than he could hold onto. There was a strong smell of pipe tobacco coming from the window though, tobacco and something a little more exotic
Out wandering the grounds he could see a rotund and cheerful-looking white-furred and fluffy sheepdog wearing a black mackintosh and boots and puffing thoughtfully. Despite the school's seemingly abandoned state and his incongruous (though appealing) outfit he had the look of a wise old schoolmaster about him
As the dragon was watching, the dog noticed him and gave a friendly wave. Sedric returned the wave with a smile, and the dog beckoned for him to join him in turn. Well why not? As he hurried from Class 107, scarcely wondering at how instinctively he knew the route downstairs and outside, he thought instead about the sheepdog. He looked so impressive with that pipe. The thought came to him, "wonder if he'd let me try it?" He shook his head abruptly. No. He didn't smoke, or not tobacco anyway. The idea was so appealing though, and the aroma had been so good to smell. Maybe he'd at least ask to pose with it? He blushed deeply, hoping the dog wouldn't be offended by the obvious wood under his slicker
"I don't know what you're doing in there my boy," the sheepdog said jovially as the dragon scurried over the grass to meet him, "school's out you know"
"Yeah, I know," the dragon blushed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "I don't really know what I was doing myself..."
"As long as you were enjoying doing it," the dog smiled. Holding the pipe in his mouth he took out a pouch of the distinctive mix of tobacco and cannabis to refill it, Sedric trying not to watch him inappropriately as he lit it up. "I hope you don't think I'm strange at all, though I can see we're both kindred spirits as far as attire is concerned. In the summer months I do like to come wander the grounds at my leisure, enjoy the old girl," he nodded to the building, which Sedric now realised had to be a good few hundred years old, "be alone with her without having to tend to my students"
"Oh, right," Sedric said, his belief about the dog's job comfirmed. "So you're a teacher?"
"Quite so. English literature for forty years now," he replied, beaming proudly. "I like to think of myself as playing some small part in keeping the written word alive and vital for the next generation. She's always been a kind mistress to me"
"And you, um...?" the dragon grinned and nodded to the pipe. The dog gave him a knowing glance
"It's my little indulgence, yes," he chuckled. "It's not just bohemian types who enjoy a little of it now and again, though I suppose someone your age has many far more transgressive stories to tell"
Sedric laughed, embarrassed. "Er, not really," he confessed, staring at the grass around his boots. "Actually I've not even smoked pot for that long, and other than that I'm completely clean living. Not even, uh, tobacco," he nodded again to the pipe. The dog nodded in turn
"Interesting," he said, finally taking out a box of matches. "Well, I won't 'pass the dutchy' as I believe they say then, though I hope you don't mind me continuing to smoke it myself." Sedric nodded, secretly a little disappointed to hear it but not wishing to make a show of it
"I like to write myself," the dragon said as the two of them set off walking in no particular direction, looking to change the topic. "It's mostly, well, sexy stuff though"
"Oh really?" the dog said, exhaling smoke and giving the dragon a cheeky smile. "Well, I've never had the opportunity to cover anything especially spicy in between Shakespeare and Dickens, and I think the board of governors would come down on me like a ton of bricks if I ever even considered it, but I can appreciate it as much as the next man." Sedric grinned bashfully
"Well, my stuff's a little odd I guess..."
"Raincoats all the way through I'm sure," the dog said with a quizzical eyebrow before drawing deeply on the pipe
Sedric's bashfulness became a red hot blush. "Is it that obvious?" he asked. The dog laughed and slapped his thigh
"My good man, look at me! We're in this balmy summer weather and I'm dressed like a fisherman. Takes one to know one as they say"
The dragon laughed now, his nerves abating somewhat as the two of them wandered across the lawn together. "I wish I'd had a teacher like you when I was in school," he said, slyly eyeing the pipe again as the sheepdog exhaled languidly
"One who smokes marijuana or one who wears raincoats?" the sheepdog asked. "Not that I partake of either in school time of course, you have to remain terribly respectable in front of the students"
"That's true. And both," the dragon concluded. The dog just laughed and patted him on the shoulder
They continued walking, the sheepdog telling the dragon tales about the school and its history and quizzing him about his writing. "You know, I think," he said out of nowhere, "you're more interested in my pipe than you're admitting to. And yes, this time it is that obvious"
The dragon bit his lip in embarrassment. "Well..." he began, struggling at length to find the words. "It's just a thing I have... I guess it's, well, naughty, for lack of a better word"
"'Naughty' works quite well enough," the dog said with a victorious smile. "Perhaps you do want me to share my pipe then?"
"M-maybe... I don't know. We're going pretty fast here and I don't know if I want to take up smoking." The dragon fidgeted as he spoke, unable to make eye contact with the sheepdog. "Plus I have a bit of a reputation for being clean-living, I mean a lot of my friends don't even know I like weed, they think I'm completely straight-edge"
"Ahh, a keeper of secrets then," the teacher smiled. "Come along my boy," he said, taking control of the situation and guiding Sedric to join him on a bench. "Nobody is around to see us. There's nobody else here but me, and you may not know me well but I hope you feel like you can trust me." He handed his pipe to the dragon, who took it gingerly in both hands like a priceless piece of china. Sedric watched, dry-throated, as the sheepdog made sure the pipe was properly loaded. "Now then," he continued, "you say other than a little pot you eschew smoking, and that's quite reasonable. But I can see you'd like to at least try smoking my tobacco, wouldn't you?"
"I- ...yes, I would, honestly," Sedric replied, cheeks turning purple with embarrassment. The sheepdog placed a kindly arm around his shoulder, taking out his lighter again
"Well, we're at the seat of learning after all. Please, do try my pipe won't you? If you don't like it it'll be a secret between you and I, but if you do like it we can help you explore that." The dragon blushed deeper still at the dog's words. He was so level in saying it, but the implications were undeniable
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Sedric said with a nervous laugh as he took the pipe in his mouth. Already he could smell its treasure, waiting anxiously as the sheepdog did his best to help him relax with a reassuring arm
"I think you'll find you'll be fine, and you'll be amazed you ever worried about it," the dog said as he pulled out his box of matches. The mixture of tobacco and weed on his breath was seductive and comforting to the dragon, shifting in his seat to try and get his hard dick more comfortable under his raincoat. The dog patted his shoulder, openly eyeing the dragon's arousal under his slicker. "I'm in a rather amorous mood myself. Perhaps you wouldn't mind if my hands wandered a little?"
Sedric giggled despite himself. "I honestly wasn't sure if you were gay or not at first"
"When are the likes of us ever not?" the dog replied, setting the box of matches to one side and gently prying the dragon's dick out of his slicker, followed by his own more generous member. "There," he said, voice huskier now, "there are no secrets between us, agreed?"
"Agreed," the dragon replied as the dog picked up the matches and struck one. Soon the pipe was lit, and the dragon found himself tentatively inhaling his first lungful of tobacco smoke, albeit with some weed to help him along. The sheepdog fondled him gently as he let it coil out of his nostrils, eyes watching the dissipating clouds
"Do you want me to do this for you or would you like to do it yourself?" the dog asked. "I know sometimes you just need to stroke your own. Especially with a pipe," he concluded with a sweet but suggestive smile. More blushing from the dragon
"So you um, stroke yourself when you smoke?" Sedric asked awkwardly. The dog nodded, politely ignoring the dragon's embarrassment
"Not every pipe I've ever smoked, but it's always gotten me a little hot and bothered under my raincoat, just like you. Why, did you think an old schoolmaster like me never masturbates?"
"I really wish I'd had a school teacher like you," Sedric said as he puffed gently again. "I'd really like it if you jerked me off, Sir"
"Sir is it?" the dog chuckled as he began slipping his paw up and down the dragon's hard length. "I already said school's out for the summer"
"I know," the cock's owner sighed, "I just really love calling you Sir. Feels so good..."
"No more talk during class then," the dog said, more commandingly now, "just smoke your pipe like a good student, and I'll take care of the rest"
Sedric nodded and obeyed his teacher, focusing on the ritual of drawing in smoke, of tasting it and feeling it settle in his lungs before slowly releasing it, the THC helping to tickle his brain in the process. As his nerves eased off it was almost a meditation, focusing on the thrill of breaking his self-imposed rules and the experienced hand massaging his cock. With the summer's warmth it was the most pleasurable situation he could imagine, feeling his cock already twitching and dripping a little precum onto the schoolmaster's paw
"For what it's worth," the dog said as he continued working the dragon, "I wouldn't mind having a student like you. Attentive, interested in writing and new experiences, and very trusting of my efforts. Not to mention appreciative of them, and impeccably dressed to boot." He continued smiling as he worked. Even in this situation the dog was too charming in nature to ever have a smile you could call "dirty", but he was definitely enjoying masturbating the needy, inexperienced dragon as his own arousal bore testimony to. Sedric could only recline and bask in the sensations, flattered and proud at the dog's words as he continued drawing slowly and steadily on the pipe. Gripping it tightly between his teeth, he shifted and put his arm around the teacher's shoulder in turn, tentatively reaching over to return the caressing efforts
"Ohh! Oh yes, that feels very welcome," the dog said, pressing his body closer against the dragon's now as they masturbated each other in earnest. "Let's make a mess of our raincoats together shall we?"
"God yes," Sedric mumbled around the pipe, taking another deep draw on it, "I want to see that black rubber covered in cum"
"Mmm, shouldn't be too long," the dog panted, jerking the dragon's cock more eagerly now, "I'm not going to last long in this state. Can you blow smoke over your teacher?"
Sedric obeyed, doing his best to turn his head and exhale the lungful of mixed smoke over the sighing, blissful canine. Sharing in the dog's pleasure was enough to drive him over the edge, the two of them climaxing almost in unison as black and yellow raincoats were splashed by their wearers' respective spunk, the two of them crying out together. Then they both settled back, basking in the afterglow as the dog politely retrieved his pipe and began loading it up once more. Sedric grinned wickedly and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he went back to browsing the waterproof stock on offer. He felt like he'd been daydreaming, indeed doing it so long and so intently that he couldn't remember how he'd wandered his way into the outdoors store. What had he been thinking about? Something about being at school perhaps. It was already gone again. He was sure he'd remember it later, if it was important. The store had a varied selection of raincoats and boots to tickle his fancy, though not so much as the burly badger shopkeeper sat at his counter, advertising his own stock with a heavy black mackintosh of his own. He was talking to a rat in a yellow slicker and green boots, from the overheard snatches of conversation Sedric could tell they were variously talking about smoking pipes and about him. He bit his lip as he thought about it, wondering if one or both of them were lusting after him. He couldn't help imagining them taking their turns with him, smoking merrily as they did so and perhaps demanding he share the pipe. It was an especially illicit thrill to picture, after all he made a strict point of not smoking, but it was such a hot idea that he could almost smell it already...
* * *
"We have the largest, most sophisticated facilities in the world today," the osprey explained as she led her befuddled investor through the laboratory doors. "Of course people outside think we must be using backwards messages or brain surgery or witchcraft to completely wipe people's brains and reprogram them to be robot slaves, assuming they're even aware of this work at all, but it's really nothing of the sort. For a start I don't think anyone alive today understands the brain well enough to perform a trick of that magnitude." She fished an ID card out of her labcoat pocket and swiped it against the scanner, unlocking the door from the outer to inner lab and gesturing for the cat in his neatly pressed business suit to step through before her
"No, mostly our work consists of a mixture of guided hypnotic imagery and physical stimuli," she continued as she directed the investor's gaze around several booths. In each, men and women of various species were sat, docile, in chairs with electrical equipment strapped onto different parts of the body and helmets covering their eyes and ears. Every booth was protected by a glass door and the same ID scanner as at the main door. "It's all typical self-help stuff," she continued, "'be confident', 'stop smoking', things of that nature. We take their medical details, confer with them over their goal for the therapy and customise the program to suit. The imagery is all very hallucinatory and abstract, we've found encouraging their mind to construct its own dream-reading of the cues is easier on our system and more convincing for the patient. Hardly a groundbreaking use of the technology I grant you but we do a roaring trade and I for one enjoy the conferencing process." The cat nodded and scanned the scene politely, mostly to distract himself. He had a thing for women in labcoats and spectacles and he was embarrassed lest the scientist see him trying to sneak an ogle. He wished he'd been less quick to assume Dr. Alex Greenehorn would be a man
"What are the covered booths for?" he asked, looking down the hallway. All the booths in the far half of the room were draped in blackout curtains. Alex paused for a moment, stroking her beak
"You're not prudish, are you?" she asked. It was a matter-of-fact question, she didn't sound in the least worried about his answer
"Well... I like to think not," he replied, taken off balance
"The covered booths are for fetish training. We keep them covered for privacy, because the physical aspects are more specific and intimate to each customer"
The cat stared at her blankly
"Right, yes, I was afraid you might make that face," the osprey said. "It's no big issue to us, the fetish market is the next biggest after self-help for this kind of service. They pay well and they're interesting people to work with so long as you keep an open mind." She grinned mischievously. "You would not believe the things I've been told in conference"
The cat had moved his staring from the doctor to the curtains again. All this sudden talk was making him think he should wrap up soon and go home to see if his wife was in the mood for playing Mad Scientist games with him. "Can I see them?" he asked, curious all the same as to what was being hidden from view. Dr. Greenehorn stroked her beak again, deeper in thought this time
"Well, for obvious reasons we do have confidentiality clauses in all our contracts, but I suppose..." she strode up to one booth, flicked through the notes pinned to the wall beside it, then on to the next to repeat the process. "Some of these patients are interested in being exposed, humiliated, that sort of thing. This guy here." She beckoned him over to the third booth. "This guy says he loves it. This is just between you and me of course but I don't think he'd mind"
The cat approached cautiously as she pulled back the curtain to show off the patient. Laid out in an oversized cot was a lemur in frilly pink gingham dress that barely hid his diaper, sucking a pacifier. The investor didn't know how to feel about the sight, though he had to admit he looked extremely content in his position
"This is Mikey, or ah, Baby Annie when he's in character," Alex explained. "He paid for the cot of course, all patients using these services bring their own physical props for their treatment"
"You're making him into a baby?" the cat asked, baffled. Alex shook her head
"No. At least, not all the time. He's got specific trigger phrases that will send him into or out of a regressed stage. I don't know what they are myself, I didn't conduct his interview. This chap over here though, I did speak to him." She dropped the curtain abruptly and led the cat to the other side of the hall to reveal another patient. This time it was a pudgy grey-scaled dragon manacled to a chair, wearing an open yellow slicker and black boots, a transparent sheath over his erect cock and nothing else. He was puffing on a pipe clamped in his snout, bluish smoke curling from his nostrils. "This is Sedric. He has something of a fetish about pipesmokers but he's very reticent about the idea of being one. Other than a bit of a taste for pot he's very purist about what he lets into his body you see, and he's keen to change that. Whereas Mikey is being guided to alternate between two distinct mindsets on cue, here we're just encouraging his association between the activity and sexual pleasure so that when his treatment is over he'll have no hesitation to light up a pipe. One of the assistants comes in every so often to refill him with tobacco and a little marijuana"
A spike of concern went through the investor, momentarily diverting him from any of the other reasons he was feeling flustered. "You're supplying him with drugs? You do realise that's still against the law in this country don't you?"
Dr. Greenehorn dismissed his complaints with a wave of her hand. "Not for medicinal or research purposes. All of this is signed and stamped with the government if not exactly with a full explanation of how it's being applied. All our stock comes from sanctioned state farms. I wouldn't know myself, but I imagine it's the best he's ever sampled." She stifled a laugh as the dragon's body twitched and jerked lightly in his chair, dropping the curtain once more. "He's going to, well, 'get relief' soon. He's kept on edge in his hypnotic state and allowed climax once an hour"
"Did he bring that outfit?" the cat probed further, his legal concerns assuaged. "Has he been in there long?"
Alex nodded. "Oh about twenty four hours or so. It's a 48-hour process. And yes, as I say, they all brought their own physical props. His biggest fetish is raingear, he told us it would be quite alright to work on deepening that relationship as well. Quite honestly when he's done? I doubt he'll be able to reach orgasm at all without both a raincoat and a pipe, but judging by his interview I think he'd be quite happy with that, so I have no problem with allowing it." She laughed openly now, throwing her head back in fact as she did so. "You know thirty feet away from him people are learning to stop smoking, and here he is learning to start! I feel like a mad professor some days!"
"Yes, that's quite, quite..." the cat trailed off. "Well, I really think I've taken up enough of your time Dr. Greenehorn, I think I should be making my exit"
"Oh," the osprey said, her turn to be taken aback, "are you sure? I haven't shown you the tech lab yet, there's really more to view than just the treatment rooms"
"No no, that will be quite alright," the cat spluttered, "I can see you know what you're doing here, I'm sure I'll have a glowing report for the board"
Dr. Greenehorn saw him to the door, the investor providing reassurances all the way that he'd be submitting a positive report to his paymasters. He was already frantically exchanging texts with his wife as he dumped his briefcase in his car. Tomorrow morning he'd throw together some disposable report assuring the board that MOLE Labs was still a solid company to invest with. Right now he just wanted to get home and get strapped down to the bed so his wife could perform her "experiments"
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Dedicated to Mootra Coon and Athelstan Ent for pipes of all types