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Travis Steller was a stereotypical jock stallion. Large muscles adorned his white frame from top to bottom; he wore the latest styles, was co-captain of the football team, had plenty of friends, was invited to all the parties, and had a large number of suitors after a taste of his equine cock. Travis took all of this into stride only with the help of his larger-than-life ego, whose sheer size could not possibly be measured. To sum him up in a few words would be quite simple: he was a buff asshole.

Perhaps the only un-archetypal thing about Travis was his sexuality: in short, he swung both ways. He enjoyed tight assholes and tight pussies. Of course, he would always take a wet pussy over some dude's ass any time, but having another dude try to fit Travis's cock inside his ass was a nice change of pace. As long as he was the dominate one in the sack, he didn't really care who his cock went into.

Travis attended the largest and best high school in the world: Mt. Fur High. With a senior class of over 5000 furs, admittance was practically a suicide mission. To get into Mt. Fur, the applicant needed to be the best of the best of the best. Travis happened to be one of the best football players in the world and was already being scouted by the most prestigious colleges with the best sports programs. Perhaps the only fur that could rival his skill was a dragon by the name of Dante Draysar. It was difficult to say who was better since they played completely different positions. Travis played on defense; when he played, which was always, no one could break through the defensive line.

Dante, however, was the school's kicker. Dante was really more interested in sky-soccer (basically soccer, but the ball can't touch the ground), and other avian sports. Dante was the captain of the sky-soccer team, and it was on his skill in sky-soccer that he was admitted to Mt. Fur High. It was really a no-brainer since dragons are such rare creatures. When the football team's last kicker graduated early, the football program had been frantic to replace him. Since no one applied with that particular skill, someone suggested that they go to the dragon with the most talented feet in the entire school. Fortunately, Dante agreed, and since then he hadn't missed a single kick, not in practice or during a game.

Last year, the coach had appointed Dante and Travis as co-captains of the football team. It was around this time that Travis's ego began to eat at him. He didn't like not knowing who the best was and he couldn't accept the possibility that it might not be him. This nagging feeling had grown over time to a near obsession. He was constantly looking for opportunities to best Dante: he dated and slept with more furs, accepted more friend requests on furbook and furspace, attended more parties, tried to make better grades (unsuccessfully), and took every opportunity to assert his superiority vocally to the drake. Dante, being a nice guy and not an asshole like Travis, took all of this into stride and didn't even bat an eye when Travis behaved in such a manner.

Travis couldn't take it anymore. He needed something to lord over Dante or he would go insane. That's when the idea struck him. Dante was mostly straight, but had unashamedly admitted to fooling around with a guy or two. Travis grinned maliciously. 'That's perfect!' he shouted in his head. Travis would make Dante his bitch. No guy who was even scarcely attracted to other dudes could turn down a go at his cock, or so Travis reasoned. With that thought in his head, Travis slept peacefully through the night.

The next day passed by much too slowly for Travis; it seemed the universe was intent on not letting his fool-proof plan come to fruition. Football practice was at the end of the school day and he had seen Dante in the hall earlier, so Travis decided to put his plan into action after football practice. That way, his crotch would be all sweaty and emitting a heady musk for the cockslut to sample at Travis's command.

'Finally!' Travis shouted in his mind after the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day and the beginning of football practice. Travis rushed to the locker rooms, knocking several furs over along the way, eager to get football practice over with as well.

During practice, Travis was more aggressive than usual. He had even injured one of his teammates, not on purpose of course. Travis couldn't help it though; the feelings of dominance and aggression were sprouting from his cock as a result of his fantasies about subduing his draconic rival. After practice was over, the coach asked to speak with Travis, but Travis didn't hear a word. His mind was focused on the upcoming events he would set in motion in just a few moments.

Travis opted not to shower, he wanted to be as fresh as possible for what was to come and he convinced himself that Dante would love it. He knew that Dante always helped the coach put up the practice equipment so he was last one to enter and exit the showers. Most of the other furs on the team would already be gone by the time Dante would stroll in. Travis was content to wait, albeit with a slight bulge stretching his jockstrap at the thought of what was about to occur.

Dante finally strode into the locker room. He walked up to his locker and stretched his arms, his large wings, and tail. He then opened his locker and began to strip off all of his clothes, exposing his entire gray and blue body to the cool air around him, and the eyes of the voyeuristic equine.

It was then that Travis pounced, while Dante was at his most vulnerable. He had at least a foot in height and a lot more muscle than the dragon. Dante was probably average or large for his kind, given that their bodies have to be small enough for their wings to keep them aloft. Dante had something of an average build: somewhere in between a swimmer's build and being ripped like Travis. His body was lean, yet the muscles covering his body were clearly defined. Travis used his larger body to force the dragon up against the wall of lockers, getting a cross between a yelp and a squawk in return.

Travis leaned down into Dante's ear and whispered, "Hey, bitch." He wanted to get the dragon in a submissive mindset from the start and establish that he was in control.

"Travis? What the fuck? Get off me!" Dante said, halfway between shouting and talking.

"Bitches don't tell alpha's what to do, bitch. Now why don't you get on your knees and I might let you suck my dick." Travis was totally in the zone. In the next minute or two, he would definitely have a nice dragon slut sucking his cock like a lollipop and then all his worries would be gone. His cock was definitely straining his jock and he could hardly smell anything over his own sexual musk and their combined sweat.

The drake continued to struggle against the larger male fruitlessly. "Fuck you, Travis! Get the fuck off of me!"

Travis started to grind his covered cock into what he could reach of Dante's rump, given that it was mostly concealed by his tail. "Shhh... be a good little bitch, or I'll have to punish you," Travis cooed into Dante's ear. He could practically feel his dominance seeping into Dante's mind and this was only reinforced when the dragon relaxed under him. "See? Was that so hard? Now, be a good bitch and get on your knees," Travis cooed with another, more forceful push of his hips against the toned backside of the drake.

Dante relaxed, but he was not going to be Travis's bitch or anything of the sort. He sighed; he didn't like resorting to this kind of thing, but the horse on top of him seemed unwilling to remove himself and his dick rubbing into his backside. "Travis, you have till the count of three to get out of my sight before I do something about it. One," Dante said in a serious tone.

"Aww, what's the matter? Bitch wants to play hard to get? Well, we can save that for another day." Travis wasn't intimidated by the dragon. Even though dragons are generally feared by other, lesser furs, Travis was much larger than the scalie beneath him. He would not be intimidated by the impossible.

"Two," Dante spoke firmly as he mentally prepared for his next action.

"What are you gonna do when you reach three, huh bitch? What can you do? It's not like you can force me off of you. I'm in control here, not you, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you get to suck me off, bitch." Travis was starting to get annoyed. Dante, like everyone else, so obviously wanted his cock, so why was he resisting?

"Three. Now, get off." The tone in Dante's voice was different and hard to describe. It was like a strange mixture of dominance, irritation, impatience, and assurance.

After mentally laughing at his new bitch's futile attempt to stop the inevitable, Travis found his body following Dante's command against his will. After taking several unwilling steps back, Travis felt his mind come to a stop. "Huh?" Travis struggled to grasp what just happened. He was standing over there on top of Dante, lord of both his body and the dragon's and now he was here? 'What the hell just happened?' Travis shrugged it off and started advancing toward the dragon.

"Stay," Dante commanded, sending his brain waves deep into the mind of the foolish horse. He watched as all the horse's movements came to a halt. It was almost amusing how he could see the gears turning in Travis's head as he struggled to comprehend the strange happenings in the locker room. Dante stood up and made a show of brushing himself off for no real reason, back still turned to the frozen equine on the other side of the room.

"Wh-What the hell did you do to me?" Travis asked with a hint of fear in his voice. He tried with all of his might to move his limbs but his mouth and eyes were the only parts of his body that would listen to his silent, frantic commands.

With his front side still hidden from Travis's view, Dante calmly answered, "I merely told you to get off me and stay still."

"B-But... You god damn liar! You fucking did something to me!"

Dante sighed again and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, if you must know, I forced my brain waves into your subconscious and overrode your mind's control over your own body. In short, I controlled your mind or hypnotized you, whichever you prefer."

"You... hypnotized me? Like... with magic?" Travis spoke slowly, with a mix of fear and awe in his voice.

"Oohh, come now. You must know that dragons, like gryphons and unicorns, have an inborn magical ability. I believe the technical name of my ability is called Inception. From what I've researched, it's a rare ability that hasn't been seen for several generations at least. I usually don't like to use it. I find it immoral to force someone to bend to my will, but you gave me no choice." By now, Dante had turned around, giving Travis a view of his sculpted chest, the reptilian slit that housed his cock, and a pair of balls ensconced in a leathery sack whose size rivaled that of the equine's.

"You fucking cocksucker! Let me go, dammit!" The equine shouted. He was enraged to think that an alpha male such as himself could be so easily subdued by a lesser male.

Dante sighed for the third time in the encounter. "You really like to dig your own grave, don't you Travis?"

"Fuck you, asshole! I said to let me go before I mess your shit up!" Travis shouted as he continued to struggle against Dante's absolute hold on his body and, apparently, his mind.

"Get on your knees." Dante commanded, using that strange tone again.

Travis's body instantly complied, without consulting Travis about it either. Travis had yet to let up on his struggle to gain control of his body. 'There has to be a way to fight it,' he thought furiously.

Dante slowly began to stalk towards the subdued horse on the other side of the room, each step full of purpose and imposed dominance. There was a small part of Travis's mind thinking that the predator had become the prey. "You know, Travis, I don't like to blow my own horn, but I try to be a pretty nice guy to just about everyone. I don't really like assholes like you that think they are entitled to just take what they want with complete disregard for those around them. I've sat in silence while you push furs around just because you think you can. The worst part is that I think you enjoy it. You enjoy acting like an asshole, don't you?" Dante didn't pause or allow Travis to answer his question. "Well, I've had enough: time for a lesson in humility," he finished as he finally reached the large horse. The drake roughly grabbed the horse's mane at the back of his head and pushed his nose up against his large draconic balls. "Lick," he simply commanded, not bothering to use his ability to force Travis to do it. As an after-thought, he growled dangerously and curled his lip to expose his sharp fangs, "If you bite me, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Travis was at odds with himself. He was completely immobilized by a magic he didn't understand. His nose was pressed against another dude's huge nutsack (with that mind control thing, he didn't even want to think about what would happen should he be stupid enough to bite the dragon's balls). He couldn't breathe anything other than the strong, masculine musk and sweaty stench of the balls his nose was against. To top it all off, his cock was beginning to grow again, after completely softening during the earlier exchange. This last aspect was especially troubling; it wasn't like he was enjoying his unwilling submission to the dragon.

Almost as if he had been commanded, Travis's tongue darted out to taste sweaty sack and feel its leathery texture. He hadn't even realized that he'd done it until his taste buds were assaulted with the heady, sweaty flavor of the hefty, draconic balls. Though Travis had fucked many dudes in his numerous sexual escapades, his mouth had never come close to another man's cock or balls. That was the work of the submissive, cock-hungry bitches and twinks that he fucked. The sheer flavor of Dante's nutsack made the equine's head fuzzy for a second or two and his cock throbbed, still confined in his jock. Without thinking about it, almost as if it was a natural reflex, his tongue continued to lick and sample the hefty, cum-filled sack of the drake. That fuzzy feeling returned and slowly intensified with every lick and his cock continued to grow and throb, almost painfully straining against his jockstrap.

The dragon above him murred quietly and grinned lewdly, with the softest hint of malice and triumph. "Good boy... good bitch," he cooed quietly while rubbing the back of the equine's head.

The praise/insult brought Travis out of his stupor as he quickly retracted his tongue and pulled his head away from the dragon's crotch as much as he could. With fear evident in his voice he said, "What did you do to me?"

Dante's fanged, toothy grin didn't falter and he chuckled darkly: a deep, quiet sound coming from his throat. "I didn't do anything. I haven't commanded you since I told you to get on your knees."

"Y-You're lying!" The horse shouted, trying to defend his masculinity, trying to convince himself and the domineering drake that he was still an alpha male.

"Now, what reason would I have to lie?" Dante chided in almost a nurturing tone whilst he continued to idly rub the back of Travis's head around his ears. He spoke the truth; he didn't command the equine to lick his balls or to enjoy it (which he could have done if he wanted to): Travis did that all on his own.

Travis couldn't think of an answer to that. There really was no reason for Dante to lie, it's not like Travis could do anything to stop him. Now that the fuzzy feeling was gone, he noticed how hard his cock was against his chest, having slipped out of the elastic prison of his jock. It was at its full 12.5 inches and squirting pre all over his chest. He also thought about how that fuzzy feeling reminded him of the dazed, pleasure-filled look the furs he fucked got during sex that made them so pliable and consenting in the sack. But that wasn't possible, the equine reasoned. He wasn't a cockslut like his fuckbuddies. That was supposed to be the dragon, not him! But the evidence all over his body and the scent of his own arousal in the air spoke for itself. The now frightened Travis looked up into the reptilian slit in the middle of Dante's icy blue irises with a look of horror on his face.

Dante's toothy grin only widened in triumph as realization and then horror appeared on Travis's muzzle. "You want to know something interesting I've noticed about you?"

Travis couldn't look Dante in the eyes anymore and dropped them on instinct to the drake's nutsack and the blunt tip poking out of the reptilian cockslit. Dante hadn't stopped stroking his head since he started and the action only further cemented his humiliation in larger male's mind: he was being petted like a dog. Like a goddamn, four-legged bitch. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to hear anything else the drake had to say.

"Most people don't know this, but a dragon's sense of smell is even keener than a canine's; not by much, but enough to count for something. As you know, scent doesn't lie. Of course, it's possible to try to fake a scent or cover it up, but the real scent will always be underneath, waiting to be discovered. You wanna know what I smell when you're around?"

Travis looked back up into Dante's eyes, finding amusement and derision in them. This led him to believe that he was not going to like the answer.

"You smell like a bitch. Every time I'm near you, I almost mistake you for a bitch in heat. You smell like you need to be mounted and fucked until you're filled to the brim with cum. Yeah sure, I smell can smell your cock and that musky ball-sweat smell, but your bitch-smell covers your entire body. This confused me since you always act like such a bad-ass alpha male. But like I said before, scent doesn't lie. You like to be dominated; it's in your very nature. You like being on your knees in front of me, don't you? And I bet that you'd cum untouched if I fucked you right now. "

Travis felt the weight of the world crash down on his shoulders at Dante's admission. Mentally, he hated being dominated by the drake, but, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny the physical signs of pleasure. His cock had stayed rock hard against his chest, precum now leaking abundantly down its length, and his arousal was still thick in the air.

Dante brought his gray and blue scaled hand under Travis's jaw and rubbed there in an almost affectionate manner. "Now, why don't you put that mouth to good use and suck my dick?"

Travis sat on his knees, humiliated, in front of the smaller drake. He had gone from plans of grandeur and success to his current, pitiful state. He guessed that he really had no choice but to submit to the dragon. Besides, Dante could always force him to suck him off. He might as well do it willingly and at his own pace. With an internal sigh, the large equine resigned himself to his fate and looked back at the cock in front of him.

What he saw there made his eyes grow wide. The damn dragon was fucking huge! He had only seen the blunt tip poking out earlier, but now the drake was fully hard and leaking a steady amount of pre onto the floor. There was no doubt that the black organ was a foot long. The shaft of the draconic cock thickened and ever so slightly curved from the blunt tip to a base that was definitely thicker than Travis's own equine cock! He had heard that some dragons have ridges along their cocks, but Dante only had a section of ridges about two or three inches from the base and a couple small ridges right behind the head of his cock. It seemed the ridges along the base of the mighty shaft were to stimulate the area around the g-spot; the ones at the head would probably be at the right length for cervical stimulation. He'd also heard that some dragons have canine-esque knots and he hoped to God and everyone else that Dante didn't. The massive cock ended at the reptilian slit underneath a defined six-pack and above a proportionately massive pair of draconic balls.

Travis gulped in trepidation upon seeing the obscenely-hung dragon in his full glory, but, despite this, his cock pulsed, twitched, and squirted out a small jet of precum onto his chest. Even just looking at the cock made that fuzzy feeling return to his mind, not to mention the added smell of his prominent musk and sweat.

"Awww, what's the matter? Afraid of the big, bad dragon?" Dante taunted whilst continuing to rub under the larger equine's muzzle. He softly gripped Travis's muzzle and began to pull him toward the head of his cock.

Travis gave little resistance as he was literally pulled to the head of the large dragon cock in front of him. When Dante was satisfied with Travis's proximity, he grabbed the base of his dick and lightly touched the tip to Travis's nose and moved it around, smearing precum into the skin and small hairs on his nose.

After sufficiently leaving the scent of his cock on Travis's nose, he lowered the head to the equine's lips and released his cock, leaving it up to Travis to do the rest.

Travis internally sighed. His body had betrayed him and now what could he do, but sit here and suck the dragon's dick like a bitch? Reluctantly, the equine's lips parted and began to descend along the cock presented to him.

Seeing evidence of his submission, Dante removed his hand from underneath Travis's chin and placed it back on the back of his head. "There's a good bitch," he cooed, rubbing it in just to go that extra mile.

After the first several inches entered his maw, Travis tried to pull back; hoping to ease himself further along the huge cock slowly, but Dante would have none of that. He applied some pressure to the back of his head, silently telling the horsebitch to keep going. Thankful for his long equine muzzle, Travis continued to go down on Dante's cock for a few more inches until it reached the beginning of his throat and he gagged.

Noticing his reaction, Dante smirked. "What's the matter, bitch? Never sucked cock before?"

Feeling even more humiliated at having to answer with a cock in his mouth, Travis shook his head no. He would have answered verbally, but Dante hadn't allowed him to pull off of his cock.

Dante chuckled sadistically. "As much fun as it would be to watch you gag on my cock while you suck me off, I'll give you a break and take away that pesky gag-reflex for you." After that, Dante reapplied the pressure to the back of Travis's head, silently telling him to continue going down on him.

At Dante's not-so-subtle insistence, Travis pulled more of his cock into his maw, having no trouble deep throating the well-endowed dragon, though the small ridges behind the head tickled his throat a little.

When the horse's lips finally arrived at the thick base of Dante's dragonhood, the drake held him there and let out a low, dominate growl. "Shiiiiit yeah. That's the stuff," he moaned out at the feeling of the hot, wet, and tight mouth and throat surrounding his sensitive flesh. "Now, suck like you mean it, bitch," he growled out with a harsh smack to the side of the horse's muzzle.

Resigned to his fate as the smaller drake's bitch, Travis began to do as he was told. He gently suckled on the cock while it was still fully in his maw, moving his tongue along it, feeling the draconic ridges with his thick, equine tongue. He pulled of slowly, still keeping suction on it and moving his tongue. He spent a few seconds on just the head, which Dante seemed to enjoy based on his growl, before he was pushed back down by the drake's hand. After one more slow suck along Dante's thick cock, Travis sped up, bobbing his head up and down on that huge dragon cock. Travis had been on the receiving end of more blowjobs than he could count so he just relied on that experience to try to replicate what he liked when someone was sucking his cock.

The large equine was doing well for his first time sucking cock. Dante's moans and dirty talk were steadily getting louder and dirtier and then there was the occasional thrust into the warm, wet maw of the now-submissive horse.

Eventually, Dante grew tired of the horse's restrained pace and roughly grabbed onto his muzzle with both hand and began to forcefully thrust into the delectable maw of the large equine. He used quick, shallow thrusts, wanting to keep his cock buried in Travis's warm, wet mouth as much as possible.

Since his gag-reflex was nullified, those fuzzy feelings in his head had come back with a vengeance. It was hard for Travis to concentrate on anything. He was only aware of the cock in his mouth and down his throat, the balls slapping crudely against his chin, the strange and vaguely pleasurable haze of his mind, and the stiffness and need of his own, neglected cock. He instinctively moved to jerk himself off, but found that he was still unable to move his arms.

"Shit... gonna... cum soon..." Dante moaned and panted as he continued to facefuck his bitch. He almost wished he had a knot at the end of his cock so he could knot the horsebitch's maw. The domineering drake smirked at the thought.

Just before his orgasm hit, Dante pulled out and began to furiously rub his scalie hand along the length of his cock. He came with a roar and a flood of hot, thick dragoncum splattered all over the muzzle, chest, and shoulders of the larger male kneeling before him. After blowing his huge load onto his bitch, he leisurely stroked along his softening length, enjoying the afterglow.

When the haze finally lifted from his thoughts, Travis found that his jaw and knees were sore and stiff. He was absolutely covered in cum that indubitably belonged to the muscular drake before him, and his own cock was still hard as a rock.

"Damn, not bad for your first time sucking dick. Only wish I could have knotted that hot mouth of yours," Dante chided with a satisfied grin.

Travis didn't really know what to say to that so he didn't say anything. Dante lifted his foot and lightly rubbed it along the length of the larger male's pre-covered cock, which made him jerk his hips and yelp out in surprise. Having been hard for so long left his equine cock extremely sensitive.

"Awww... poor bitch didn't get to cum," he continued to tease, not really caring if the horse got off or not.

Travis made a small whining sound in the back of his throat. Even this small amount of stimulation was bringing about his orgasm from his overly-sensitized shaft. "Please..." he begged quietly, the hazy pleasure returning along with the very distinct pleasure coming from the light foot-job.

"Please what?" Dante demanded.

"Please, let me cum!" Travis begged and panted out, lost in the need to orgasm.

Dante simply removed his foot and walked over to where his locker was to retrieve his clothes. "Get dressed. I'm not done with you yet, and don't you dare wipe off that cum, slut," he ordered (without his ability), lifting his previous command that held the equine in place.

Only letting out a huff of frustration at not being able to cum, the submissive horse did as he was ordered. After a few moments of silence, he followed the drake out of the locker room, still rock hard in his pants and covered in cum.