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In the quiet of the night, as a gentle breeze flew through the lonely stadium, a single figure stood alone in the middle of the sleek black floor of the stage; one lone, tall, rather well-built dragon, covered from head to toe in soft white fur, hidden by a tight black shirt and pants that strained his muscles.

Now, some may wonder "Why would a young dragon stand alone in the middle of a Duel stage?". Others may wonder how he broke in, but that's beyond the point. The only thing that mattered was Rath, Duel Disk in hand, and the rather... Entertaining night he had in mind.

"It'll be entertaining once I get this damn field on..."

Don't break the fourth wall!

"I'll break whatever I want!" Rath frowned, fumbling with his Duel Disk. A few button presses later a low humming could be heard under the black, glass-like floor he was standing on; a few lights here and there and Rath was starting to get giddy.

Action Duels; born from the development of implementing mass into the holograms known as 'Solid Vision' through the use of massive generators, such as the one under the stage, they allowed the Duelists to physically interact with their Field and their monsters. Rath's idea of interaction, however, was not what everyone would think at first hand.

"Now, where is it?" the dragon was shuffling through his Deck. Recently, after a semi-accidental discovery online, Rath had downloaded an interesting mod on his Disk's system. 'Enhance your personal Duel experience', the adds said, but after seeing user feedback, one particular use had struck him. "Aha!" he screamed in victory when he found the right card. "Let's get this started. First things first: Action Field on!"

Once these words left Rath's mouth, the whole stage was surrounded by a tall wall of thick gray bricks; while the Field was meant to give a feeling of entrapment and wake some claustrophobic feelings, the simplicity was perfect for what Rath had in mind.

And now, the only thing left was the Summon. The card was slapped on the Disk's blade and a smirking Rath saw the generator starting its labor.

Slowly, a large body was being formed in front of Rath. Green scales covering layer over layer of thick, defined muscles, followed by a fierce-looking black armor. The creature stood up, towering over the furred dragon by at least 3 feet, large clawed arms and legs formed. A draconic snout looked down, red eyes sending a shiver of anticipation up Rath's spine.

The end result was a large, muscular dragon wearing a black spiked armor on his chest and forearms while his tail lashed about, covered in similar metallic plates. The rest of his body was uncovered, revealing the grayish green scales that covered his flesh.

Rath bit his lower lip, taking in the Dark Armed Dragon's massive frame, from those piercing, alluring eyes, to those thick paws. The whole behemoth exuded strength, and a sheer, dark power that the furred dragon was attracted to.

"O-Ok... Better than expected..." Rath said, slowly approaching the dragon, who did nothing but quietly follow his movements. As tall as he was, Rath only reached to the beast's chest, right under the bulging pecs hidden underneath the black armor. His hands started going up, feeling the exposed skin to the sides of the dragon's torso, his fingers tracing the plates that hid his prize.

Gently, Rath started pulling the armor; one by one, pieces of it fell to the ground, revealing more and more of the dragon's body. The breastplate came off and Rath was now looking at thickly defined abs under a pair of hard, squared pecs, all of it just as the young dragon had imagined in his occasional daydreaming.

Rath could barely believe the level of realism the hologram had. Everything, from the body heat to the slight heave in the large chest from the dragon's breathing, was perfectly simulated by the Solid Vision system. The furred dragon took his time to explore as much as he could of the larger dragon's body, taking in every detail, every small crevice between his muscles, squeezing here and there to feel the strength under that flesh.

Furred hands wandered down Dark Armed Dragon's body, stopping at his legs and slowly going inwards, gently caressing his inner thighs. Rath's fingers found a small, almost unnoticeable slit hidden between the monster's legs; the furred dragon smirked as a single finger started rubbing around the edges and the larger dragon left out a soft growling sound.

As the fingers started invading the dragon's slit, Rath let his tongue out and gently started licking one of Dark Armed Dragon's small nipples, surprisingly getting a slight shiver in response. He could feel his fingers slowly being pushed out of the slit by a certain stirring object inside, telling Rath he was doing a good job.

Rath took a step back to look at the slowly growing cock coming out of the larger dragon's slit, towering proudly between his legs. A small trail of pre was already dripping down its length, glistening in the night; Rath couldn't help but eye it hungrily.

Not losing a second, he kneeled in front of the dragon and swiftly licked that small trail all the way to the tip. Once again the dragon shivered and Rath took it as a cue to take in the head of the dragon's cock, licking along its edge as his breath tickled it, making the larger dragon purr in delight.

One of Rath's hands went even lower, towards the dragon's massive paws, his fingers making their way between the toes and squeezing one of the paws. Rath started moaning at the thickness and the vibration traveled down the rod on his mouth, making the larger dragon let out a moan as his back arched forward, trying to get more of that meat down the smaller dragon's throat.

One of the dragon's hands grabbed the back of Rath's head, shocking him as he was pushed forward, down the rock hard cock in his mouth, making him gag a little as his throat was poked by the engorged tip, pre falling down to his stomach.

Dark Armed Dragon started bucking his hips back and forward, getting into a somewhat fast pace that Rath needed a couple seconds to get used to. Once accustomed to it, the furred dragon reached for DAD's rump for a hold, bobbing his head along with the larger dragon's thrusts and making sure he was properly face-fucked. His tongue constantly went through the entire length, sometimes even twirling around it, roughly coating it in a mix of pre and drool that only made it slide easier down Rath's pipe.

DAD's thrusting started becoming faster and somewhat erratic as his breathing accelerated; Rath knew what was coming and embraced himself. And just as he had predicted the dragon's head tilted back, releasing a primal, lustful roar into the night as ropes of thick, warm dragon sperm shot out of his dick and straight into Rath's throat. So large they were that after just the third the furred dragon had to pull back, getting a facefull of dragon cum; his shirt followed a similar fate as it was covered by the sticky substance in no time.

Rath fell back as the gargantuan dragon dropped to his knees, panting while his still erect member dripped occasionally. Rath licked above his lip to take a taste of that thick cum covering him, the salty flavors dancing in his mouth, leaving that tingy aftertaste once he swallowed.

That was one particular detail he had noted. Because the dragon was just Solid Vision, the moment the generators were off it would disappear, along with any of the fluids that the generators were also projecting. That included the seed all over Rath, meaning he could get as dirty as he wanted with DAD, and there would be no evidence.

"Well, you're not the best at edging, big guy," Rath said to the dragon as if it could understand him. "Then again, I remember something about this program learning according to the user..." he kept talking, drawing a card from his Deck. Pleased with it, he set the card on his Disk, sure that it would be fun later. "Ok then! What next, big guy?"

Rath only talked to Dark Armed Dragon out of habit; he was sure the program wouldn't understand him. Thus one can understand his shock when the dragon let out another roar and pinned him to the ground, with that wet cock dangerously close to his pants.

One of DAD's hands released Rath's right arm and found its way under his shirt, squeezing the right side of his chest and getting another surprised gasp from the furred dragon. Next to that hand, Rath could feel the dragon's warm breath as a long, wet tongue slowly licked up his abs, lifting his shirt to reveal his muscled blue underbelly before starting to play with his nipple.

Rath held back a moan as his chest was stimulated, the tent on his pants getting even tighter as the dragon touched him. The dragon reared his head back, his hand still fondling the pec, and Rath felt his left arm being released as well, only for DAD to lift his leg and make his rump angle perfectly with the still dripping member.

Fearing the worse, Rath prepared for the impact... But after a few seconds of nothing, he felt that thick, wet tongue again, working its way between his toes, twirling around them and going down to his sole. Rath bit his lower lip as a soft purr rumbled down his throat from the paw service the dragon was giving him, small trails of drool tickling their way down.

In the daze he was in from the attention his body was receiving, there was no way for Rath to tell that the dragon was barely imitating his earlier actions, having, as said previously, learned from his user. The dragon moved according to these basic actions, just as programmed; and just as programmed, it would react positively to the user's sonic reactions, meaning that Rath's moaning and grunting would only encourage it to proceed.

A part of Rath's brain managed to get out of the daze, and that part wasn't comfortable with being manhandled like this (Well, a bit comfortable). Taking advantage of the fact that the dragon had let go of his arms, he activated the set card and several green chains appeared out of nowhere, taking hold of DAD's limbs and pushing him back to the ground, his arms to the back and his feet up.

The Trap card Fiendish Chain. Gameplay-wise, the card would normally cancel a monster's effect and prevent it from attacking, essentially binding their every move; thus, binding Dark Armed Dragon to Rath's bidding was an appropriate result.

Rath sat back up, trying to catch his breath after the dragon's sudden onslaught. He looked as the beast struggled with its bindings, roaring in frustration at the realization that its movements were futile. Rath would've been marveled at the detail of realism if it wasn't for the muscular monster's presence, its bound position and those large paws turned him on so much.

He was quick to take off his wet shirt, but had to fumble for a while with his pants, half because of the sudden excitement rushing through him and half because the tent that had formed was an obstacle. Either way, he got rid of them as well, now standing naked in front of DAD, his own ebony cock standing proudly, covered in his own pre.

One of his hands reached forward, slowly approaching those huge, trembling paws; his digits traced the warm pads and the feeling send a small shiver down his spine. Rath grabbed the paw and closed the distance between them, pressing it against his snout and going crazy from the powerful scent that emanated from them. He dared to give it a lick and the taste only pushed him further towards the edge, his tongue making its way between the dragon's toes before he took one of them in his mouth, his eyes closed in delight.

His free hand took hold of the second paw, rubbing it, squeezing it; they were so soft and Rath loved it almost as much as the sensations in his taste buds. His thumb started rubbing the toes, pushing against them, and a loud moan escaped his full mouth. Just those marvelous paws were enough to make his cock throb in anticipation, to the point that it even hurt a bit.

He angled himself and, without a second of doubt, rammed his entire length inside DAD's ass, getting a short but loud scream from the dragon. He bucked his hips at tremendous speed, only caring about the tightness around his member and the wonderful paws being worshipped by his hands and mouth. He could feel his own drool had reached the hand holding the paw, but he didn't care as he kept pounding, squeezing and moaning from the service he was giving to this hot giant, just as he had dreamed to do for so long.

" INSTANT ACTION CARD, ACTIVATE ," Rath opened his eyes. What was this computer voice and what was it talking about? " HEAVY STORM ," that's when Rath's eyes widened worriedly. An automatic Action Card was unexpected, but the worst part was that it was Heavy Storm, a card that destroys all Spells and Traps on the Field, including the Fiendish Chain that was holding down the abused dragon.

A sudden wind burst through the stadium and Rath quickly let go of the dragon, falling on his back. One of his hands unconsciously grabbed his clothes to keep them from being blown off, but he had no reason to worry, as this wind wasn't created for that. Instead, it clashed against the green chains binding Dark Armed Dragon, visibly causing these to rust. Rath could only look in horror as the monstrous dragon pulled and flexed his limbs, tearing apart the chains and letting out a terrifying, furious roar that froze him to his very core.

The dragon looked down and Rath, despite knowing it was just a program, could feel the seething anger from its eyes as it pierced his soul. He turned around and tried to scoot away, but the dragon effortlessly jumped at him, again pinning him to the ground, only this time his face was pressed to the floor as his rump pointed upwards.

Unknowingly, Rath, the user, had taught the program one last thing. That thing was 'rough handling'.

The dragon pushed its behemoth-sized length down Rath's hole, getting an ear-shattering scream from the now defenseless furred dragon as his insides tried, and failed to hold back the thick intruder. The hot dragon cock was such that Rath could've sworn a small bulge formed in his belly.

The dragon wasted no time and pushed back his monstrous girth, leaving only the tip inside, to then ram it into Rath's ass again, getting another pained whimper from him. This whole process happened in less than a second, and DAD continued plowing him at the same pace.

Rath felt his insides being torn apart, his body being set on fire as that thick, veiny member continued to make his way in him, each thrust hitting his prostate and eliciting him to yell in pain. The thought of using another card to stop the dragon crossed his mind, but the dragon had learnt from last time and was holding his arms down. Rath could do nothing as the dragon kept ramming in him, grunting with each thrust.

But unlike the blowjob, the dragon held back his climax for several minutes, working Rath's hole to the max, never slowing down. Instead his cock started to slide in faster and easier thanks to the slick pre coating it and filling Rath.

The furred dragon feared the monster at first, but he was quick to accept the situation and for a while had been pushing down on the dragon's manhood, growing used to the sheer size as it spread him open. His screams had slowly become moans of pleasure and his erection had formed a puddle of pre under him.

Perhaps feeling that he would cooperate, the dragon grabbed Rath and sat back, lifting him and pushing him further down his throbbing cock, getting a surprised gasp. DAD's thrusts kept going, this time harder and slower, and Rath gritted his teeth at the forceful entry while holding back his own approaching climax, despite one of his hands moving on its own towards his crotch and starting to jerk him off as his balls slapped against the dragon's crotch.

DAD's simulated breathing became irregular for a few seconds and before long he shot a second load, far larger than the first one, filling Rath to the brim with warm dragon seed that quickly started seeping down its length and out Rath's ass, forcing the massive cock out.

Large strands of cum flew over the dragon, landing on Rath's naked body, clinging to his fur and sticking it together as his own orgasm hit as well, the furred dragon screaming loudly as his seed reaching up to his face and mixing with the dragon's own, part of it falling on his tongue and down his throat. He was done after the eighth or ninth shot, panting at the intensity and the shock of DAD's still ongoing climax, each shot heavily landing on his chest as the dragon grunted and roared in pleasure.

When he was finally done, the exhausted dragon fell back, breathing heavily and pulling Rath down with him. Equally tired, Rath started closing his eyes, until the feeling of the dragon rubbing his cum-covered body and paws pulled him into reality.

"Huh... Turned out better... Than expected..." Rath could barely let out as he slowly dozed off atop DAD's chest. Against his better judgment, he fell asleep, not caring about who might find him.

But his sleep wouldn't last long. As Dark Armed Dragon was just a program, it wouldn't take long for it to recover and follow its commands again: To provide pleasure to its user.