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Diesel (by Mr Foxy Paws)

'And finally, the one you've all been waiting for, the surprise submission of the year,' announced the lacertian Master of Ceremonies, toying with the audience and building the atmosphere of suspense in the small hall. 'And finally, your favourite dragon has been bought for the evening by ... wait for it ... Diesel the doberman!'

Several dozen furry mitts clapped together in wild applause, although one pair remained frozen and one other pair had started to sweat.

'Pet? Pet! Where are you?' called a white furry dragon from the front row, turning to scour the room with his gaze. At the back, near the exit, he spied the unmistakable top hat of his pet skunk.

'Diesel, would you like to come up and claim your purchase now?' asked the large lizard. Somewhere around four rows behind the dragon, a tall and muscular doberman pushed back his seat and stood up. A flurry of murmuring voices filled the room.

'Wait! Wait a moment!' cried the furry dragon, rising to his feet as well. 'There's been some kind of mistake!'

Instantly, a wave of silence rolled out across the gathered furs.

'Mistake? What kind of mistake?' asked the lizard, frowning.

'It's my pet who was up for auction, not me.'

'Well, I did think it a little strange,' admitted the lizard. 'Just let me check now,' he said, shuffling through the leafs of paper held in his green scaly talons. 'Hmm,' he said, stopping at a particular sheet.

'Well?'

'Hush!' The lizard called out to stop the sea of murmurs from gathering up once again. 'Quiet, please, furs. It says here,' he spoke out loudly and clearly, 'that this day master skunk offers his pet dragon for auction.'

'No, no, that's wrong. It's the other way around.'

'It's got your paw-print on it, mister dragon. And the skunk's too,' observed the lizard.

'Here, let me said that!' said the white furry dragon, stepping up onto the front platform. 'Pet! Skunk! Here, now, this instant!' he called. The small sweaty-pawed skunk, who had been quivering near a pair of exit doors at the back of the hall, walked slowly down the centre aisle and up to meet his master.

'There,' said the lizard, pointing with a manicured claw to a sheet of paper that he had picked out. 'See, here,' he said, indicating some names, 'and down here,' he added, gesturing at some paw-prints.

'Pet?' asked the dragon. 'Explain!'

'I-I'm sorry master,' said the little skunk, nervously twisting and rubbing his damp paws together. 'I-I think I must have filled in the wrong boxes when you gave me the form to complete.'

'There! You see,' the dragon cried triumphantly. 'It's a mistake. It's booboo here, my pet, whom Diesel gets to play with tonight. Off you go, skunky wunky. Have fun,' he said, pushing his little skunk towards the well muscled dog that had walked up to join them.

'Yes, Master, sorry, Master,' said the skunk, padding a few steps to stand submissively behind the giant canine.

'Ahem,' coughed Diesel, to get attention.

'Yes?' asked the lizard.

'I fancied myself some dragon, sir, not skunk,' he said. 'No offence pal,' he added, turning around to look down at the small submissive who stood trembling behind him. 'You're cute and all that, but I've not had dragon before,' he explained, ruffling the little pet's hair.

'Well that's too bad,' began the dragon, 'because -'

'Too bad for you, mister dragon, because you put your paw to that piece of paper. So you're mine. That's right, isn't it?' he asked the lizard.

'Technically, yes, unless all parties agree otherwise.'

'I agree otherwise,' said the dragon. 'And so does my skunk, don't you, pet?' he asked.

The small skunk started to speak, but Diesel reached behind with a firm paw and pushed the little striped animal back out of sight. 'It doesn't matter what he thinks, buddy. I don't agree,' he said.

'But -'

'Technically he's within his right, mister dragon,' said the lizard. 'It's there in the terms and conditions of the Furry Auction policy and procedures. It is your paw-print at the bottom of the page, isn't it?'

'Yes,' conceded the dragon.

'And you're listed as the slave?' pressed the lizard, sensing a final resolution to the matter.

'Yes,' the dragon was forced to agree once more.

'Then, by the power invested in me as Furry Slave Auctioneer, I deem you for tonight to be the property of Diesel the doberman. Case dismissed!' The lizard picked up his auctioneer's gavel, thumped it hard onto his nearby lectern, and walked off the stage. Instantly the hall was aflame with chattering furs.

'Come on dragon slut, let's go, we've wasted enough time as it is,' said Diesel, slipping a leashed collar from his pocket and deftly fitting it around the dragon's neck. 'And as for you, young skunk,' he said, turning around, 'you're free to go and enjoy yourself with the other furs.'

The small skunk didn't move; he remained standing, sniffling, with his head hung low.

'What's up, little buddy?' asked the dog. 'What? I can't hear you.'

Diesel bent down to let the skunk whisper in his ear. The white furry dragon strained to hear what was said, but couldn't make out more than a few words: easy mistake, very sorry, angry master, punishment.

'Ahh, I see. Yes, of course,' replied the doberman, turning back to the dragon. 'Your pet said he's very sorry, and that it was an easy mistake, and he's very worried that you're angry and might punish him.'

'Well, I should think so, yes!' said the dragon.

'Is that wise?' asked Diesel.

'Are you telling me how to discipline my own pet?'

'No, mister dragon, of course not. I'm just saying ... just thinking ... the evening is still very young. If I thought you the kind of dragon to show, well, some understanding_and _compassion then I might do the same with you. On the other paw, if I thought you the kind of dragon to punish your pet regardless, well, as I said, our evening together is only just beginning and ...' Diesel let his words hang in the air between them, and the dragon slowly ran through them in his mind until the message finally dawned.

'Ahh, yes. Of course. It ... It was an easy mistake to make. He ... He might be punished, but it will be a gentle punishment,' the dragon chose his words carefully.

The heavily built canine considered this answer and appeared satisfied. 'Skunk?' he asked. The small striped animal looked up, wiped a tear from his furry muzzle, and managed the first smile since he had realised his mistake. 'That sounds fair, thank you Master. And thank you, mister doberman,' said the skunk.

*

'Where did you say we're driving?' asked the dragon.

'It's called Dragon's Dell,' said Diesel.

'Dragon's Dell? I've not heard of that.'

'No no, it's not it's real name. I don't think it's got a name as such. That's just what a friend and I used to call it when we were kids and we came here to ... to play together, if you know what I mean. It's a small sheltered clearing in the woods, way off the beaten path, and we used to imagine that dragons lived there,' explained the dog. 'Ah, there's the turning to the car park. You can see it's shut now, but there's a place we can park just a little further along. I came here last week to check things out, and I know my way around these woods blind-folded.'

Diesel pulled the car into a short lay-by, got out and went around to the passenger door. 'Out you get,' he said, picking the handle of the leash off the dragon's lap. 'The ground's a bit rough, so I'll let you walk on two feet for now. You just follow me, all right?'

The dragon nodded, and set off behind the Doberman, noticing for the first time his firm and sexy buttocks.

*

'Well, this is it, dragon. Haha, welcome to your Dell,' said the dog, laughing.

'Cool!' said the dragon, looking around. They were in a small clearing surrounded by pine trees. The ground was covered with lush green grass, and scatterings of fallen pine needles littered the edge. A tree stump nestled among old gnarled roots near the centre, and a thick trunk - evidently from the same stump - had been rolled over to one side. The Doberman led the dragon to the middle of the clearing, unfastened the leash, and then padded back a few spaces. 'Hmm, not bad,' he said, running his expert eyes up and down the dragon's lithe body. 'You're quite athletic, buddy.'

'I-I guess,' said the dragon.

'You guess? Well, slip off your clothes and let's take a look. Shirt, trousers and socks.'

The white furry dragon slipped off his clothes and stood motionless in front of his temporary master.

'Yeah, very athletic. Nice body,' said the dog, walking up to stand inches in front of his pet. 'Spread those legs, boi,' he commanded. 'And let's have those paws up on your head!'

The dragon obeyed, shuffling his rear paws apart and folding his front paws on top of his head.

'Nice nips,' observed the dog, taking one in each paw and tweaking them. The dragon winced. 'Good chin and pretty, pretty lips too,' continued the canine, reaching up with a paw to cup the dragon's jaw. He rubbed the chin, and stroked the lips. 'Let's see inside then?' he asked, gently pulling the jawbone downwards. The dragon opened his mouth. 'Hmm,' considered the dog, checking the teeth and tongues. 'Yeah, yeah, not a bad mouth,' he concluded, pushing the jaw shut, 'I'll look forward to using that later. 'And my, what a cute nose,' he added, tapping the dragon's muzzle with a single doggy digit.

'Thank you,' said the dragon.

'Thank you what?'

'Thank you, Master?' tried the dragon.

'Better,' said the dog, walking around behind his evening's entertainment; his first ever subby dragon.

The white furry creature stood motionless in the centre of the clearing, his legs spread apart and his front paws lying flat on his head. He sensed the large doberman standing tightly behind him, and felt a bulge pushing against the back of his boxer shorts. Then, he felt a paw ruffling his hair. 'Nice fur on top,' noted the dog, sniffing it. 'You look after this hair?' he asked, grasping a few locks near the neck and pulling them downwards, forcing the dragon to tilt his head backwards. 'You look after this hair.'

The dragon couldn't be sure whether it was a question or an order. 'Yes, Master, I do. I will,' he said.

'Good. Good because I like it, it suits you. I like the subtle shading. People think that, because I'm a doberman, I'm not sensitive to stuff like that. But I am, you know. Yeah, it's nice hair,' he said, releasing his grip and smoothing down the lifted tufts, 'you take care of it.'

'Yes, Master,' agreed the dragon.

'And the nape of your neck ...' said the dog. 'Hmm, let's see.' The dragon felt his hair being gently brushed to one side, and then moments later the tip of a tongue was tasting his bare flesh. 'Oooh, sweet. Hmm, love-bite time,' said the dog. 'Hickey time...' and the dragon felt his captor administer a small but firm love-bite where it would remain clearly visible above his collar-line for several days.

'And your rump's not bad either,' continued Diesel. 'At least, it looks good. I wonder how it feels?' The dragon felt a large paw cup itself around his left butt-cheek and rub it appreciatively. 'Well-proportioned,' the dog muttered to himself. The dragon felt another paw slip down between his back and the elastic of his boxer shorts, and settle itself around the bare flesh of his right buttock. 'Smooth and well-proportioned,' the dog observed. Then, flinching, the dragon felt the second paw squeeze tightly, its furry digits sinking in to his fleshy rump. 'And firm too,' said the dog, pleasantly surprised. 'Are all dragons fine specimens like you?'

'I... I don't know, Master. I've not known many dragons, just a few.'

'Hmm, well on this occasion I've made a good choice,' said Diesel, walking back to stand in front of the waiting dragon. 'Except, of course, there's one thing we've not yet checked, isn't there?'

'Is there?'

The doberman stretched his right paw down between the dragon's legs, and patted the boxer shorts.

'One or two things,' said the dog. 'Ah, here we are.' The dragon felt a furry paw wrap itself around his firm member, still hidden beneath the boxers. 'Oooh, pretty sturdy, pretty firm,' remarked the dog. 'And, my word, pretty long too,' he added, as the dragon felt his cock being squeezed from its knot along to its swollen end.

'You like this attention, hey, dragon boi?'

'I... I don't know Master.'

'You don't know?' The doberman raised a surprised eye-brow. 'Well let's take a look-see, shall we. Strip!'

The dragon slipped two white furry thumbs behind the elastic and pulled down his boxer shorts, immediately freeing a massive erection which sprung to attention, curving proudly upwards.

'My, oh my, oh my. That tops it all,' breathed the dog. The dragon looked down.

'Eyes front, bitch boi!' cried Diesel. The dragon obeyed, and felt the dog's digits exploring his cock and balls.

'P-Please,' whimpered the dragon, as the doberman wrapped a paw around his heavy and low-slung orbs.

'Is it scared?'

'No, no, I just ... I just might cum, Master.'

'Oh, really?'

The dragon tensed as he felt the doggy paws exploring him further, pulling his foreskin tightly back.

'Ah,' said Diesel. 'Hmm. You're quite ... horny aren't you?'

'It's your fault, Master.'

'My fault?' barked Diesel, shades of annoyance colouring his voice

'I mean... You're so darned... so darned hot, Master. I can't help myself.'

'Ah, I see. Well, all right then. And judging by your pre, I'd say you were fit to fire at any moment. Taste it,' said the dog, wiping a finger over the dragon's cock-head and then offering it to his submissive's mouth. 'Come on, open up and taste it.' The dragon opened his mouth, leaned his head forward and sucked on the doberman's finger. 'Good?' asked the dog. The dragon nodded.

'Yes, thank you, Master.'

'Fancy some more?'

'Master?'

'Kneel!'

The dragon knelt down at the doberman's feet, his eyes level with the dog's crotch.

'Well?'

The dragon looked up, saw the tall dog gazing down at him, and then looked forwards at the zipper which was inches from his muzzle. Even through the thick denim, a straining bulge was very apparent. Shaking with anticipation, the dragon took the zipper in his right paw and drew it downwards. Then, glancing up again to check his master's expression, the dragon reached a paw into the dog's trousers and felt around. The doberman wasn't wearing any underwear, and the dragon immediately wrapped his paw around a hot, giant cock. He tried to tug it free.

'Nngh,' grunted the dog.

'It... It's too large; it's too firm and it won't bend, I'm gonna have to undo the trousers.'

'Here, let me,' said the doberman, unfastening his belt and letting his trousers fall about his ankles. The dragon's eyes widened at his first full encounter with Diesel's massive member. He had heard rumours in the furry world, about the dog's enormous endowment, but until now he had always believed them to be somewhat exaggerated.

'Haha, not small, hey, dragon?' asked Diesel, used to stunned reactions whenever he revealed his cock.

'I... want,' said the dragon simply.

'Don't... worry,' replied the dog. 'You're... getting.'

The dragon licked his lips, wrapped his paws around the knotted base of the doberman's dog-hood, and gently drew the back remaining foreskin which had already mostly retreated in response to the organ's rapid swelling. A bead of pre-cum had half emerged from the tip; a promise of things to come. The dragon put out his tongue and licked the pre; it was warm and salty. Squeezing the shaft, from knot to tip, he massaged out more of the precious cum, and eagerly lapped it up. 'Aaah, that feels good,' cooed the dog. The dragon felt a heavy paw resting on his head. 'But I need you to service me, not just enjoy the creamy pre, dragon bitch boi.'

'Oh,yes, Master.'

Having finished the pre-cum, the dragon worked his tongue around the rest of the crimson cock-head; it was hot and smooth, and salty, and the dragon could almost feel it pulsing beneath his tongue. Holding the cock's base with one paw, and its shaft with the other, he turned the large beast slightly one way and then another, licking under and around the rim, extracting every morsel of flavour. 'Hmm, you've done this before,' sighed the dog.

'Oh yes, Master.'

Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, the dragon opened his lips wider and swallowed the entire cock-head, sliding his mouth along the shaft and taking the firm member deep inside him, until his dragon's muzzle hit the dog's knot and the the dog's cock-head reached his dragon throat. The dragon sucked and slurped, and bobbed his head backwards and forwards along the doberman's dick, all the time teasing it with his tongue. He could sense the dog tensing, all his canine muscles becoming tight and his flat-furred back beginning to arch; in response, the dragon worked the cock harder, deeper, faster. 'Oh, Ohh, Ohhh. That's it. That's it, bitch boi dragon. Keep it up. Keep it up!'

The dragon obeyed, using his mouth to pleasure swollen dog-hood in a passion of frenzy.

'Ah, Ahh, Ahhh. I'm coming, I'm coming,' cried Diesel, and the dragon immediately felt the paw that had been resting on his head move a few inches further down until cupping the back of his skull and holding him tight against the doberman's groin. 'Swallow it, bitch boi! Swallow it, like the cum slut you are.'

'Mngh,' the dragon responded, before his mumbled reply gave way to several deep swallows as wave after wave of copious creamy doberman spunk fired into his mouth. 'Mmmngh.'

'All done?'

The dragon, mouth still tightly around his master's cock, tilted his head and gazed up. He nodded.

'Atta boi!' said the dog, pulling himself free. 'Ooh, there's a bit left, you want to clean it?'

Once again, the dragon looked up, and nodded. Taking the doberman's cock, he licked it clean of cum.

'Wow, that was good, dragon boi. You sure know how to work a cock.'

'Thank you, Master.'

'You good at anything else?'

'Master?'

'Lie back down, bitch boi.'

The dragon lay down on the cool grass, and looked up at the doberman standing above him. The dog's frame seemed like a massive statue towering above him, silhouetted against the violet-blue hues of a dusk sky as twilight started to fall.

'Your cock's still hard, I see,' said the doberman, nudging it with one of his doggy paws.

'Yes, Master.'

Diesel hunkered down beside the dragon, took the cock in one paw and moved it to the side. Then with his other paw he cupped the dragon's twin orbs that had been nestling nervously out of sight below. 'These feel pretty heavy,' he observed. 'When did you last use them?'

'Only last night, Master,' said the dragon.

'Really?' Diesel sounded surprised.

'I... I'm pretty virile,' explained the dragon. 'It's why I keep a pet, to service me all the time.'

'Hmm,' said the dog, closing his paw around the dragon's fragile brace of jewels. 'But whose are these now?'

'Yours, Master.'

'And this cock?' asked the dog, gently massaging the dragon's member which was once again leaking pre.

'Yours, Master,' whimpered the dragon. 'Please, Master. I'm gonna cum if you do that, Master.'

The dog stood up and looked down at his submissive evening's entertainment. 'Well, we can't have that, can we? What other treat can we offer you instead?' The doberman rubbed his chin with a furry paw. 'Ah, got it!'

The dragon looked up as the doberman turned around and lowered himself down, his firm and rounded butt facing towards the dragon's head. 'I know you've been wanting this,' said Diesel.

'Master?' said the dragon.

'You know what to do,' said the dog, moving back a few inches and lowering his buttocks a little further.

Darkness fell suddenly on the dragon as the rump closed in over his muzzle and the moist, sweaty tail-hole dog fur bristled against his nose and cheeks. Instinctively, the dragon closed his eyes, put his paws on the doberman's hips and guided him a little to the left, then back a little to the right, and steered him down a inch, and then back up a fraction, exploring the sweet butt-crack with his firmly probing tongue.

'Ahh,' breathed Diesel, as the dragon finally found the doberman's puckered entrance hole.

'Ah, ah, ah,' Diesel continued moaning softly, as the dragon worked his way around the tasty doggy ring. In response, the doberman backed up more, pushing his rump further into the dragon's face. By way of reply, the dragon drove his tongue deeper into his topper's tail-hole and began exploring and teasing the inside.

'Yes! Yes! Keep it up. Oh jeez that feels good. Oh jeez nobody's ever rimmed me like that before, bitch boi,' praised Diesel. Already enjoying his new submissive role, and encouraged further by his master's praise, the dragon pushed his tongue further into the dog's hole of hidden pleasures, swirling it in circles, massaging the edges with broad brushes of his hot wet dragon tongue.

'I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum,' said Diesel, promptly standing up and turning around. 'Open wide!' he cried.

The dragon opened his eyes and blinked; the doberman was now sitting astride his chest and facing him, his canine cock once against swollen to full size and now being held just above his face. 'Open wide!' repeated Diesel. The dragon opened his mouth and shut his eyes just as streams of cum flew from the dog's dick and landed partly in his mouth but mostly over his face. 'Ahh. Ahhh,' cried the doberman.

The dragon swallowed the few bits of cum that had landed in his mouth.

'Good?' asked Diesel.

'More! I want more!'

'More?'

The dragon nodded.

'Really?'

The dragon nodded again, vigorously. 'Fuck me, Master. I'm your bitch boi cum slut. I deserve to be taken.'

'Well now,' said Diesel. 'I thought maybe you would have had enough by now?'

'You've never had a dragon... I've never been had by a doberman.' The dragon, lying down, half-shrugged.

'Gosh, you are a slutty dragon whore aren't you? You'd best roll over then.'

The doberman stood up and let the dragon roll over.

'Rump up!' barked Diesel.

The dragon lifted his buttocks in the air.

'Like a true submissive,' said the doberman, pushing the dragon's muzzle down into the grass. 'Now, part those precious cheeks for me, slut!'

The dragon reached back, with not a little difficulty, and pulled his butt cheeks apart, exposing his crack and tail-hole to the coolness of a late summer's evening.

'You want lube?'

The dragon hesitated. 'It's up to you, Master,' he said finally.

'Good answer, slut, good answer. Well since this is your first time being taken by Diesel, and because I've got quite a reputation, I'll give you a little lube just to ease things for both of us.'

'Thank you, Master,' replied the dragon, feeling cool gel running down his crack and being massaged around and into his tail-hole.

'Ready, bitch boi?'

'Yes, Master,' said the dragon, closing his eyes firmly and waiting. Seconds later he felt the tip of the doberman's throbbing organ slide down between his cheeks and come to rest over his tail-hole; then he felt the dog's paws holding the massive member in place as Diesel leaned forward and began to apply pressure.

'Meep,' whimpered the dragon.

'Hang on in there, buddy, there's still some way to go,' said Diesel, pushing a little harder.

'Meep!' the dragon cried again, breathing deeply, his body tensing.

'Don't fight it, don't fight it. Just relax, hun, just relax.'

The dragon breathed out slowly and let his muscles loosen, while at the same time Diesel gave a further, hard push. 'Meeep!' a final cry from the dragon heralded full and successful penetration.

'There, there, sweetie. It's in, now,' Diesel said softly, bending forward to stroke the dragon's hair.

The dragon started panting, quietly, his tail-hole throbbing pleasantly now that the sudden forced entry had passed.

'Let's ride, cowboy!' shouted Diesel, as he moved his hips slowly backwards, and then slowly forwards.

'Ahh,' breathed the dragon, as the doberman once again slid his cock back, and then forth.

'Ahh, that's good,' said the dragon. 'Ahhh, fuck me, that's good.'

'So I hear, so I hear,' said Diesel. 'And if you like that, you'll enjoy this,' he said, pushing his thrusts a little deeper.

'Ahhhh.'

In, and out. In, and out. In deeper, each time; in deeper, and harder, and faster. Diesel's huge girth meant that he always had to break his bottoms gently, and that had proved an advantage because it made him so much more aware of his submissives' breathing and body language. Whereas some toppers with small cocks could still inflict an awful lot of pain, Diesel prided himself on causing only minimal - and pleasurable - discomfort.

The pair continued for some twenty minutes, with Diesel slowing when close to cumming only to pick up momentum again shortly afterwards; this would be his third and probably final firing of the evening, and he wanted to enjoy it and make it last.

The dragon was lost in his own world of powerful, pounding pleasure. With his eyes tightly closed, his muzzle lowered to the twilight grass, his rump raised in submissive offering to the dominant doberman, a cool evening breeze caressing his naked balls and occasionally teasing his hardened nipples, his unserviced and upturned cock jutting forward below his chest, leaking long strings of pre-cum, his hair now and again being tugged back so that his topper could whisper words of encouragement or jeers of mockery in his ear, the dragon felt his tail-hole be thoroughly tamed, fucked and ... owned ... by the gigantic doberman.

'I... I'm cumming,' cried Diesel, although the increased swelling and violent twitching inside the dragon's tail-hole had already alerted his bottom of the dog's imminent conclusion. 'Oh, ohh, ohhh, arrrrooooo!'

The doberman's final howl of ecstasy echoed for miles around them, causing all the woodland creatures of every species to stop their business and cock their heads and listen. Diesel, it seemed, had claimed himself another butt. Ten thousand pairs of eyebrows raised in surprise and awe at the intensity of the latest conquering, then ten thousand pairs of shoulders shrugged, and finally ten thousand small furry creatures returned to their nocturnal little lives.

'Oh, that was good,' said Diesel, leaning forward on the dragon's back. 'Oh, you have a beautiful body,' he whispered into the dragon's ear, taking a lock of hair and twirling it with his fingers. 'You have a gorgeous, fuckable, body, dragon boi,' he said, nuzzling the dragon's neck. 'I think I'm all done now, I just need to catch my breath.'.

'Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking me with your big doberman cock.'

'Dawww, you're so subby, you now that?' said Diesel, leaning back up and pulling himself free. 'I always had you down as a dom, but you're just a soft little puppy, aren't you?'

'A puppy, maybe,' said the dragon. 'But I wouldn't say little. Or soft,' he added, rolling over and raising his paws to flop in the air puppy-dog style.

'Ah,' said Diesel, noticing the dragon's enormous and stubborn erection springing optimistically upwards. 'Hmm, well I guess I can't let the opportunity to taste dragon go to waste, now, can I?'

The white furry dragon spread his legs and allowed the doberman to settle down between them, then lay back and closed his eyes. He felt the dog's paws nudge his legs a little further apart and then settle themselves around his throbbing dragon-hood; next he felt the warm, wet, teasing touch of Diesel's tongue as it brushed the tip of his cock, clearing away beads of pre.

'I'm gonna cum any minute, you know that?' said the dragon.

'Yeah? I want! Gimme!' said Diesel, and the dragon felt the doberman's mouth close down tightly around his stiff member before beginning to slide up and down the thick shaft.

'I'm gonna ... ah ... ahh ... ahhh,' cried the dragon, unable to finish his sentence other than with moans and groans of pleasure as the athletic and exceedingly attractive doberman sucked him dry.

'Wow,' said Diesel simply. 'Wow, you look, you feel, and you _taste_stunning, dragon boi. I hope you put yourself up for auction again next year, because I sure as heck will outbid everyone to buy you again.'

The subby dragon murred.

The End.