The Naughty Nook
The naughty nook
Everyone has those places where they frequent, whether it be for knowledge, comraderie, or pleasure, we never seem to be idle for one moment. Always spending time in our joyous pursuits; that seems to be the modern-day ultimatum. One finds his normalcy and content with the latter of the three.
This is the story out of the ordinary for one lusty dragon.
Korwynn looks up, his yellow and red eyes gaze at the slanted roof of one of his favorite haunts, a nice out of the way store for some serious "playtime."
It was rectangular, painted blue, had an 18+ admitted sign on the door, and one bold bright green sign;
"Scent-sational Desire.", named by the humorful skunk manager.
Korwynn had never met her before, always seeing the employee's on shift, but he heard that she was quite the kinky mistress!
Pity he never got to see the "skunkette of fetishes."
He goes shyly through the door-which announced his presence with a bell! The cinder grey dragon's cheeks are red with coyness. Fortunately, whoever was working here is busy doing something in the back room, so they didn't see his pantleg kickstand (for Korwynn was indeed quite yiffy today!). Nearby on aisles were magazines of several erotic fixations, as well as DVD's blatantly displaying not so normal behavior (try washing your car while getting banged by your mate!). Two stop him suddenly, catching his FULL MAST attention!
On one is a picture with a massive red dragon stud with chrome-painted dragon meat!;
"The quest for Draco Excalibur."
Korwynn wondered if excaliber was the name of the dragon or his giant lance of a cock.
The other movie has a blue dragoness bent, tied down with her tailhole pointed at a lusty fox dressed as a knight and who has his eight inches out ready to rend and conquer!;
"Another good knight."
Korwynn wonders which he should rent;
Decisions decisions.
A movement catches his eye by the counter. Korwynn picks up both movies and decides one isn't good enough, when he's got two feet of pre-cum dripping eageness along the length of his thigh! Something falls down behind with a thud. Korwynn puts the movies by the register and turns around to see he had accidently knocked a package for a blow-up Foxie Vixen onto the floor with his extraordinary (and akward) five feet of slender scaly tail. He puts it back up, but not before imagining himself fondling those nice double c-cup furry jugs! They definitely made a hot doll of Foxie Vixen for a reason! Though not his species (or his type), she's still attractive enough a piece of tail for Kory to hoard that booty up in his own mountain!
"Done drooling over the merchandise?" enquired the musical voice of the cashier.
To hell with it!
He'll buy this, too!
He's still reading the package as he comes up to the register of this darkly lit muff center, so he never gets a good look at this emplyee.
"Good choice, Sir." She declared in a teasing tone.
Korwynn doesn't bother to look up as he hands over an I.D. and debit card, still fixated on those nice squeezable red hooters.
"And the movies, too?" She purrs.
"Yes please. I'm eager to get started."
She runs a scanner gun over the barcode of the box as he "reads" it in "studious" concentration, not easily distracted from his lust. Then he hears her bag the DVD's, and hand them and his cards over.
"I assume you won't need a bag for your new toy." She declares haughtily.
He frowns, now feeling a little guilty. He had been so focused on kitsune titties, he never bothered to acknowledge his hostess.
"Oh, sorry-"
-She turns away, busily working on restocking a shelf by the door for the storage room.
"What's your pleasure?" She wryly muses, a little sarcasm in her voice.
"Pain actually."
"Hmmm?" Her wide fluffy ears perk up in interest.
Korwynn notices her fur is black and there's white hair going a little over eyes like a rooster-do, and the rest falls behind thickly somewhat like a mullet-and she's wearing enough black leather on her body to make a belt for Ake Bono!
His eyes fix on her form, shocked by the appearance of the owner of "Scent-sational Desire!"
"Y-Y-You-You're F-Fetisha! The Dark Mistress!" Korwynn stutters out.
"And you said you get delight out of pain? I wonder what you can handle."
Before he can protest, she has his debit card again, swiping it through the register and ringing up a charge for three hundred bucks!
"My sessions run for an hour, but I assure you, they're WELL worth the money! I always get positive feed-back. Usually in the form of subbies begging me not to do that thing with my paw again, or maybe crawling for every inch of my body I give them as a priveledge for being good little sluts. So, since I just enrolled you in a program lasting twelve months, twice a week, pick your poison-or should I say pain?" She mused in wicked humor.
"Um...I have fantasies of being tied up in itchy rope."
"Really? What else? Bondage by itself is boring unless you also have a fantasy for being a scaly statue!"
Korwynn hesitates uncertainly, his cheeks colored a deep ruby hue.
"OUT WITH IT, YOU BAD DIRTY BITCH!" The skunkette roars at him in furious dominance.
"I like...I-um...Well. I think I want to be ass raped." The dragon with the yellow chest and abdomen whispers uncertainly.
Fetisha crosses her arms, grinning cynically.
"See? Was that really hard?" She croons.
Korwynn shrugs, a little relieved.
"Not as hard as I'm gonna be on that poor little defenseless asshole of yours!" She snarls, grabbing his slender dragon meat through the fabric of his jeans, digging her claws into the delicate flesh to "drive" her point home.
Korwynn howls in sudden fierce agony.
But somewhere inside-
Deep inside-
Deeper still-
The primal dragon of his instincts actually enjoyed it!
Then Korwynn was gone, lost in the ache, in the sharpness of the discomfort.
That naive Korwynn was replaced by another eager for some "tough lovin'!"
"See? I knew you were a slut! Want more, you ugly as hell little mongrel? I think I'll make you my new pet puppy. How does that sound, slut puppy?"
"Yes!" Korwynn drooled eagerly at the idea.
She ground a high heel into the tender flesh of his muscular taloned foot, making Korwynn scream.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you. Did you say, 'yes mistress, I would love to be your pet puppy like the dirty, lustful, bitch dragon I am?'"
"Yes mistress Fetisha."
"Better. Now get your scaly ass in that back room. It's time to put the dragon in "dungeons and dragons!" She joked with a sly cackle.
Her "dungeon" was brightly lit with fluorescent lights. Nearby to the left was a white tiled floor with a drain and a shower spout above. Hanging on the faucet was a yellow-stained pair of not so white panties.
"Shit. I guess my 8:00 left something of herself behind."
Korwynn gives her an incomprehending glance.
"Oh. Well, those belong to a blue furred, yellow-maned and tail mare who does a double with me once a month. Her deepest desire is to be used like a urinal, and she's quite good. Strap her against a men's room wall, and you probably couldn't tell the difference-so the slut infers. I think she came and pissed in her panties dozens of times when I had another of my customers drink like ten bottles of soda an hour before and then release his steamy piss all over her eager face and perky melons!"
Onward toward the rear was a giant fish tank containing what looked like the enormous bulbous form of an octopus!
She sees where he's looking.
"Mmm. That's something special-only prodigies can handle eight suction-cupped arms of tentacle rape! It's quite pleasureable, if you can handle something as well endowed as a stallion in all your openings yiffing the daylights out of you."
Korwynn thought he'd pass-at least for now.
Fetisha leads him toward a corner to the right of this massive back room. Here, she has several different types of toys hanging on utility hooks.
But she does not choose one immediately-opting for a pull-out drawer right under and taking out several lengths of scratchy hemp rope.
"Take off all your clothes and kneel there on the floor like a good subbie." She orders sternly.
Korwynn hastily does so, throwing a white tee off to the side, setting his purchases aside, and squeezing his pants off. As they crumple between his ankles, his now unfettered two feet of pointed dragon meat springs happily up to greet the new mistress!
"Whoa! Down boy! Don't go humping my leg or anything, puppy!" She chuckles, but soon regains her composure; it won't do for mistress Fetisha to go soft on bad little whores!
Korwynn shyly kicks his jeans away, and goes down on his knees as ordered. Fetisha takes one length of rope and expertly and hastily binds his ankles together, giving his muscular cute butt a smart slap with the flat of her paw as she does so. She then winds the rest of its length about the base of his raging draco excalibur!
She takes another, with a ball-gag threaded through it like a bead on a giant necklace, and sticks the red gag in his long narrow snout, wrapping the rope around to create a muzzle, leading two lengthy ends past his swept-back ivory horns, and proceeding to bind his tail right to the back of his head, giving his white mane a rough tug for emphasis of his helplessness, as she uses the other half to tie around his penis tip to have the dripping ovesensitized organ almost at a vertical angle.
His hands were free, but why would he dare stop her-mistress Fetisha?
She now goes behind him, wrapping the rope tightly about the base of his tail, sticking one finger lewdly into his tailhole to prove how much he belonged to her, as she ties his hands behind his back, now anchored in place by his giant slender appendage!
As for his wings-she doesn't give a shit about that-let him flap about like the caged bird he is!
Korwynn thought he was going to be raped today.
He had no idea what the crazy domme REALLY had in mind!
She leaves him waiting there with a wink of her nice green eyes.
About the only thing nice about her!
Moments later, an unexpected smell catches in his nostrils.
Smoke; something burning.
She comes to his side holding something he could never have dreamt of in all of his most sordid fantasies.
Fetisha has one hell of a sense of humor, Korwynn tried to reassure himself.
She won't actually do it. That's assault. I could sue her cruel ass.
Then a sudden thought struck Korwynn-
Don't people who do this kind of stuff usually have a safe-word?
Oh shit.
She's serious.
Serious and fucking crazy!
Fetisha held in both her black gloved paws a red-hot branding iron!
She saunters arrogantly toward his ass.
Oh, his poor defenseless ass!
"I CLAIM what belongs to me. And you said you were MY puppy, didn't you?" She mischievously reasoned.
"Oh, fuck no! What's the safe-word?! I'm getting my cold-blooded lizard ass outta here!" Declares nervously the dragon, her supposed "pet."
"Safe-word?" She enquires innocently, like she never heard of such a thing.
"There is no GODDAMN way you are branding me like your little subbie steer!" Korwynn roars.
"Shut up bitch! I'm doing it whether you want to or not, and any more complaints and I'll think up a truly *sighs* unpleasant affair for you involving calamari." She muses.
Korwynn need only peer at it in the tank-at the massive tree branch size arms-to nod his heartrending assent.
Fetisha doesn't disappoint, as she puts the festering, glowing emblem against the side of his right butt cheek.
The thing burns horribly, sending electric pulses up his brain of intense agony and a cascade of numb paralysis washes over him, as the act hypersensitizes his libido, making him cum harder than he ever had watching cheesy pornos or hangin' with his male mates!
The very act, so lewd, so unusual, so intensely cruel!-it leaves his carnal urges craving more of the kinky stuff from the "Dark Mistress!"
And Korwynn knew three things at once;
One, it was WELL worth his money,
Two, he forever belonged to Fetisha,
And three, this thing on his ass will NOT come out with laser-removal treatments!
"Still think we need a safe-word, little slut puppy?"
Korwynn simply collapses, still restrained, on his side, warm with dry humming ecstasy despite the frigid cold of the air-conditioned "dungeon."
(story is a gift to Mr. Goya, and characters used are his intellectual property)
-Big Fluffy-