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Not really much to say. I don't condone reading my stories under the 18 mark but I know full well you will and I can't stop you. Your parents might though.

_ Everyone else enjoy too. Not much yiff in this one, it's more for story progression but it semi-yiffy otherwise it just wouldn't have character._

Speaking of which, Devil, Rosie and Bony McDraggin, real name pending are (c) me.

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It's been a good night, you can tell because you've woken up in a hospital. There's that machine that beeps to tell you you're alive. You're mighty glad it is beeping right now, though it is getting on your nips very quickly. You should get up now, but you can't. If you'd like to direct your head to your crotch you'll see lots of plaster and bandages. Do you remember last night at all? Of course you do, you got raped! Remember those agonizing minutes of pure anal torture? Well wake up and take a look around, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Devil's internal monologue dies away as the blur clears from his eyes, bringing the white mess of his pelvis in bandages into sharp focus. The room he's in is isolated, small and cubic, but nicely warmed by the surrounding radiators, though they are a little grubby, much like everything else in hospitals these days. He shakes his head gently from side to side to throw off the rest of the drowsiness. Other objects in the room make themselves apparent, machinery that's monitoring his life signs, a small TV balancing precariously on top of a tall wardrobe, placed by well meaning staff so he can see it and recline at the same time. Light was blind siding him through a pair of glass French sliding patio doors. A shelf and a cabinet were placed next to him, some toiletries and other bathroom necessities had been put in the cabinet and his shelf was littered with wrapped packages from well wishers.

The drowsiness slowly crept back and he dispelled again with another shake of the head. He must have been on some serious pain killers and they were still taking affect, causing him to go through bouts of severe tiredness.

He blinked out again and shook his head but everything suddenly seemed very different, very out of place. Small plates of light danced in his vision, moving from one place to another. The surfaces glowed like somebody had covered everything in mirrors. He pressed the nurse call button repeatedly, not one to wait for service, but found it quite unnecessary as a nurse had just walked through the patio. An impressive feat as the door remained firmly shut and, as far as Devil could tell, locked. She was a large breasted dragon, not red like his last endeavour but a voracious pink, but still quite like "Rosie" in every other way. The nurse slowly advanced across the room, lazily moving her hips from side to side with each graceful step. Devil tried to talk to her, ask her what was going on, but the words came out of his mouth a distorted mess, like radio static or the sound of what tin foil tastes like. The Nurse had changed sides of the room as he talked, and his cabinet had gone, now attached quite firmly to the roof. There was a sudden seize in the room, colour tightening and the nurse was on top of Devil, thoroughly unclothed, something wet dripping from the lowest parts of her person. The plaster around his pelvis evaporated and a hissing noise started in his ears, quite at first but soon it had become a crescendo, blanking out almost all other noises. The nurse was making a sweet churring sound, grabbing Devil's muzzle and forcing him to stare into her eyes that glistened a pure shining gold, making Devil whimper as he felt a sudden jolt of pure sexual urge well up inside him. He felt something rub gently across his sheath and he snapped his head down and away from her grasp to look at it. The nurse was rubbing her hot petals against Devil's swelling sheath, an incredible heat coming from the dragon's pussy.

The room seized again and the hissing stopped the room now silent sans the whimpering of the needy fox, but as the colours faded back to their rightful consistency the situation changed quite rapidly. Above Devil was not the effeminate, sexy pink dragon that had started to grind against his most secret of places but there was a dragon graveyard, the skeleton of the dragon stared down at him through empty eye sockets and a dry voice moaned out from its bony maw.

"You're Mine."

Devil started to struggle, now whimpering for a different reason as he felt the skeletal dragon descend on him. He braved a look at it once and saw some very alive and very moist black tentacles slowly stretch out from the things chest, stretching out towards his bottom and top, two headed for his sheath and tailhole, one headed for his mouth. The thing grabbed onto his maw with its skeletal jaw in a sort of disgusting kiss and the tentacle seeped through where the dragon's brain should be and towards Devil's resisting mouth. He felt the tentacles pushing at the entrance to his sheath and his tailhole and whimpered as they tried to gain purchase. He sucked in air and yelled and at exactly that moment the tentacles drew back and went for all his available holes in one combined powerful thrust. He felt a searing pain and the world shattered around him.

And then he woke up, blinking again at the daylight as he checked over his room to look for any tentacles or skeletons. Nothing. The room was empty sans all the ordinary items, cabinet, shelf, gifts, and dragon. Devil needn't punch himself or punch himself to see if this was a dream, the pain was very real, radiating from his pelvis and anus. Now fully sure this wasn't a dream he took another look around, Cabinet, shelf, gifts, health and safety incompliant TV and a bed. Fair enough. The drugs were wearing off though and it only stood to reason the doctor would want to know. He slipped a paw up and hit the button again, checking around his room to make sure no other ethereal beings had allowed themselves into his room, posing as nurses.

A particularly fat rabbit with greasy head fur and a serious hate of general hygiene marched in through the door some minutes later, dragging with her a general malaise that made the room feel even grubbier and depressing.

"You called Mr. Amada?" She said with all the enthusiasm of your usual government funded nurse.

"Yes, I need more pain killers. I hope you can excuse the language but my ass is killing me!" Devil said back, a tone of urgency flaring up as a half hearted attempt to shift himself in to a good sitting position rekindled some embers of pain in his abdomen, creating a small pain fire which his nerves used to send a smoke message to his brain that said something along the lines of "Ow. Fuck.".

"I'm afraid you've had your daily allowance of pain killers. If you like you could sign this waiver and we can give you more, but you might curl up and die in your sleep," She recited the lines like she'd said them to every poor bastard who'd walk through the hospital doors.

"Oh don't worry then, I'll be quite happy to sit here and suffer for the next few hours," The nurse began to stalk off out the door, the malaise lifted. "Wait, nurse! Be kind to an injured fox and get me that remote please. What do you mean there's no remote? Well then what's the point of the TV, I couldn't reach up there if I didn't have a cast on! Fine, just go and get me a doctor, I need to discuss things." With that the Nurse grunted and walked off.

Devil felt his nerves crumble slightly and took another quick look around; just to make sure he was alone once again. Something buzzed in the corner of his eye and he snapped his head around with a triumphant "Ah ha!" but nothing manifested; he must have had a lapse in sanity. He laid his head upon the pillow and sighed softly to himself, to see if he could get some sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he could see the dracoskeleton bearing down on him, the distant echo of pain from being penetrated in every conceivable hole...

He opened his eyes after a few seconds, not wanting to go through that again. He looked to the door and something swept by, then something else and the door opened. Devil's jaw almost hit the ground. Rosie was there with the Doctor, coming in to discuss the terms of his release. He whimpered and tried to back away from hir, getting a stern look from hir and a worried look from the doctor, a sandy armadillo, with a pair of thick rimmed glasses and a muzzle that could sink the Titanic again.

"Mr. Amada? Is something wrong?" The doctor pushed his face close to Devil, threatening to remove something important if he were suddenly pushed. The armadillo spoke with a very warm and thick Scottish accent.

"That's the dragon that did this to me! Arrest hir!" He yelped, still squirming to get away despite the sparks of pain flashing through him whenever he moved.

"Oh yes we heard all about that!" The doctor was laughing. He was bloody well laughing. "A little too much to drink, Mr. Amada? We managed to extract the curtain pole and the damages were charged to your, and by extension, the company's bank account and it's being fixed right now."

"Curtain pole? What in the hell are you talking about? She's not a she! She's a herm and shi put hir 32 inch cock under... my..." Devil's small rant petered out nice and early as Rosie smirked and the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

"From the story we heard from other party guests was that Rosie here discreetly to you out to her car and got you to the hospital after you, drunk as a skunk..." At this point a skunk nurse poked her head in and gave the Doctor a sharp glare. "...made her hold the pole straight up while you impaled yourself on it, nearer the end you fell out of bed and onto your side, breaking your pelvis clean in half. Someone needs more calcium in their diet, I assure you. "

Devil sat there wide eyed. Not only had that dragon raped him, broken his pelvis, cum so much in him he may as well have gotten an enema from a garden hose but shi had the nerve to cover it up by shoving an entire curtain pole under his tail while he wasn't lucid. But wait...

"What about the wound? The blood? The gallons and gallons of cum?" Devil said in an almost pleading voice.

"Sorry I don't quite understand... You must have been imagining things, all we found in your colon were the following things, one curtain rail. There was real damage and no semen."

Money had changed hands, he knew it. Rosie had bribed the doctor, the hospital, not to tell the police that she had rammed something a bit more lively into Devil's tailhole. He felt horribly ripped off. The conversation soon turned to when he'd be leaving, almost two months from now, and what food he and Rosie were having at the wedding. She'd booked the wedding, his family and hirs were already on the guest list and the hall was hired. He didn't want to do it but what shi might do to him if he refused...

The months went quickly, what with the lack of TV and the gifts being mostly books he'd read in the first few days of his entrapment. In reality it was a slow and painful healing process but soon he was in a wheel chair and at the front gate, waving to the doctors and nurses as he was wheeled out by his soon to be husband/wife. He was swung into hir car, carefully sitting on the back seats as to avoid discomfort and driven quickly home in awkward silence. It remained so even as Rosie got the keys off him to open his front door. The hall greeted them with its earthy tones of beige and brown, the carpet red as a sharp contrast. The stairs are the first things you see, leading towards the second level. To the left is the living room, the right is an L shape that has a small toilet, a study and a kitchen coming of it. The living room is quite plain, decorated with more earthly tones, the couches white leather, the furniture a soft pine. Rosie Lowers Devil onto the couch so he can have a lay down, Devil murring and wagging his tail in approval tired as the last bout of pain killers are still in effect. He starts to fall asleep with Rosie looking at him cautiously, like he's some sort of docile but dangerous animal. Soon he is asleep, Rosie chuckling and "aww"ing at him as the last strands of consciousness break.

His sleep is peaceful and calm, no nightmares, no dreams. The serene beauty of uninterrupted sleep is a rare joy for him and he loves it so dearly, the feeling of blissful ignorance to whatever is going on around him, the feeling of lips surrounding his hot red shaft as he thrusts gently against the warm maw it is buried in.

He opens one eye to see his trousers down half way and Rosie with hir lips wrapped tightly around his canid member, already dripping pre and throbbing as the dragon expertly works it with a well trained maw. He notices he's been moaning softly as the dragon licks up the pre in hir mouth and continues suckling on the pulsing rod of fox meat. She starts bobbing hir head on Devil's cock, churring around it as she feels it pulse with excitement, and it's owner moan and thrust up into hir maw gently. Devil feels the tip of his cock push slightly down hir throat and he moans louder, at the feeling of hir teasing him with that tight, warm throat. Shi smirks and suddenly thrusts hir head down onto his cock, the most of it pushing into the warmth of her throat, making him squirm and groan loudly as his climax begins to rise. His knot rests just outside hir maw, hir lips wrapped over it to give him the illusion of being tied. He feels hir sucking hard on him, pre dribbling straight down hir throat as the muscles try in vain to swallow the fox cock. He feels a sudden burst of pleasure as he finally cums, shooting a load of fox seed down hir throat, making hir churr as she feels the warm load in hir belly. Devil continued to thrust even after she slipped his cock out of hir throat and maw, much to hir carnal delight. It made him look so helpless and cute. Without saying a word shi left Devil to go to bed upstairs, making hirself at home in his bedroom.

Devil lay still for a few minutes as his shaft slowly slipped back into his sheath, waiting to see if he could hear anything, any odd noises, any moaning from the dragon in his room. No, she wasn't one to pleasure hirself... He moved upstairs slowly, avoiding any aggravation to his healing injuries, and went into the bedroom cautiously. Shi was asleep already, butt naked and slightly erect, he could see quite clearly from hir lack of covers. He crawls over hir, not waking hir up, and slips down to the few inches of black, pointed cock coming out of hir vent. He looks between hir and it and then lowers his muzzle to it, gingerly licking it, then sucking it, then sucking it whilst licking at it in his maw, coating it in saliva as lubrication. He moves his head away from the hot organ, almost reluctantly, and flips over before aligning his butt against hir, much smaller than last time, shaft. He whimpers at the idea of what he's about to do but slowly starts backing on to the black dragon cock, feeling it press at his tight entrance. He whimpers gently as he gets an inch or so under his tail and decides that's enough, he's too sore to take much more. He pulls Rosie's arms gently across his chest and murrs, maybe he did love hir... just a little...

Rosie waited for hir prey to drift back into a deep sleep before slipping just a few more inches of hir warm cock into him, invoking a small moan from the fox.

"Sleep tight little Devil... I like them tight"