      The green dragon took out his phone to double check the address and directions of the message he was left. One that was still rather vague, stating the matching coordinates he was currently in, as well as "On the orange drum." following it. Then nothing more than a winking text of ;3

      Kapo knew the name that sent it, the bear's wife Arson, who's said husband hasn't been seen all morning. To the point where he wondered if this was some kind of kidnapping or joke, involving both of them. Really, it almost felt like a treasure hunt of sorts, with a mysterious prize at the end.

      Still, the 'Orange Drum' was soon found as a rusted old metal barrel, by a warehouse numbered 3H. Resting on the barrel was a small device that looked like a garage door opener, a single button with the same code that was on the warehouse.

      As suspicious as it all seemed, the lizard-like dragon was too curious at this point. Checking his surroundings one more time before overlooking the button and pressing it with a single digit. Hearing it click loudly and the warehouse door begin to open.

      He nearly purred in curiosity as he scouted the area, being able to detect the humming of a machine inside after the door stopped about halfway up. Allowing him to tread carefully inside and spot something white bound in a series of thick wires and black straps. Being held up by some staging, face down, limbs bound, and tail left up; presenting himself over a soft mattress.

      On top of all that, the bear was hooked up to a milking machine, a device donned over his weapon and had been slowly stroking it for quite a while. Judging by the few jugs of 'orange juice' that were already filled, it's been quite a few hours. Getting the dragon to chuckle and approach the tied male. Almost yelping when the garage door started to close and leave the two in privacy.

      It was a rather flattering gift, really. Hearing the furred one whimper as Kapo studied the suspended one with a paw, tracing around until he met up with the bear's muzzle. Bound like the rest, and forced to be half opened, gesturing something. "Now look at you..." The dragon smirked, giving him a gentle kiss that was returned to the best of the furred one's ability. "Let’s get some fun rolling, shall we?" A whimper in bliss as he once again moved around Bartan.

      Following those green pawsteps towards the machine and hearing Kapolas study it for a few moments. Chuckling at the dial settings: Slow, Medium, High, Very High, and Maximum. Purring a bit as he shifted it from Slow to Medium, hearing the device gear up and start stroking that canine weapon a little faster, making the bear whimper loudly.

      He then returned to that white muzzle and kissed it deeply, witnessing the long tube leading to the milker suddenly get somewhat filled with orange and top off another jug. The device automatically switching it over to an empty one, just for the dragon to add to his collection. Something that he was running low on, and was promised that he would get more soon.

      After that deep kiss, he broke it with a few gentle licks and getting a few more whines in response. Walking around the bear once again towards his rear, the green one undid his belt and stepped out of his trousers. "If you want it set to a faster setting, just say so, bear." A bright grin on his face as he looked over those bare paws, once again tied upwards and at the perfect height.

      The white one knew what was coming, flexing those toes in anticipation as the rest of that furred body couldn't sit still. Constantly moving with the motions of the machine as a certain white pouch was starting to grow a little. Refilling itself with more of that orange juice while a green paw studied it for a moment. Trying to find out how much was really left inside, all while placing his member between those two hind paws. Moving it into them as they stroked with the rhythm of the device.

      The two started to purr loudly into the opened room, as those paws gently stroked the dragon's weapon. Letting the fur tickle the flesh as it brushed along the tower's walls, from the spineful tip and flare, down to the sensitive ridges of that red member. Though still bound, the white one still attempted to stroke the tool between his paws as it slid between them. Soon leaving behind a trail of pre that started getting that fur wet.

      Yet through the constant workings of the machine and Kapo, the bear attempted to study the design of the member. Trying his best to keep from submerging into that sea of bliss as his furry pouch slowly grew. Feeling a green paw take notice and feel for its thicker texture, like a dense water balloon that was squeezing out what it could, while filling up its third jug.

      It didn't take long for the dragon to purr louder from the motions, speeding up his movements between the two hind paws as pets those white legs. Enjoying the smooth fur and black pawpads against his flesh as he starts to cover it with his own foggy liquids. Nearly tickling them a bit and get those dull claws to lightly grasp such a thing out of instinct. Getting that machine to soak up another thick spray of orange juices.

      With one final squeeze of those white paws, a thick torrent of Kapo's own. Reaching to that furry sac before the green one stopped to take a breath. Not wanting to release just yet, and gazing over at the machine. "Maybe we should speed this up a bit more." He smirks, walking over and increasing it's setting to High. Hearing several whimpers of pleasure as the device gears up, stroking that canine weapon faster. Moving at an expected x2 speed, and causing the furball to release streams of fluids about once every two breaths.

      As the dragon returned to his starting position, he moves through the wet hinds once again. Climbing back to where he left off quite quickly as they start to focus on his ridges. Releasing shot after shot of pre, and making that fur clump together along his member. Stroking it thicker as those paws start to move in different directions. Leaving the green one always being stroked as another two jugs are filled.

      Soon, the constant motions send Kapolas over the edge, past the point of no return as he constantly thrusts into those hind paws. Spraying a few thick torrents both on his paws, and a bit past. Letting a few stray shots land on the bear's tail and haunches. However, one specific spray touched down on the space between that furry tail and pouch, getting a large reaction from the bear and a very heavy spray that thickened the hose a little bit.

      After catching his breath, the dragon moved towards the bear's tailhole and gave it a lick. Lapping up where the last bit of seed landed, tonguing the space just above that furry pouch and making the white one whimper loudly. "Easy you, we don't want the machine to break down, now do we?" A louder whimper that time, as the lick nearly sent him over the edge. Once again flooding the device over his weapon and causing it to leak out around the base, seeping into the bear's sheath as well. Giving the machine a near constant stream of orange to work with.

      As Kapolas noticed the event, he started to tease the bear by playing around his tailhole with one of his claws. Witnessing that pouch begin to drop a bit further and fill out a bit more. Those haunches moved towards the claws a bit, welcoming the teasing like Bartan was trying to finally fully release into the machine.

      But enough was enough. The dragon enjoyed the playful tormenting of his furred friend as he sat up behind him with his member pressing a bit at the bear's tailpipe. "Are you ready for it?" A whimper of both bliss and anticipation left the bear. Letting the green one see Bartan ark his back up a bit with a blissful smile over his muzzle. Just waiting to be nailed in the air. "Alright, love." He said while pressing a bit more against the bears rear, opening the get his tailpipe used to the Draconic flare.

      Thick purrs left his white muzzle as he pressed back into it the best he could, yet still leaving the drake in full control. The sprays of orange getting more frequent, as he nearly begged for Kapo to increase the machine's speed once again to Very High. Grinning at his furred friend while he starts to let his weapon enter the bear, the dragon reached with one paw for the control to complete such a request. Allowing the machine to get louder along with those whimpers as Kapo entered his surprisingly tight behind.

      Though it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, rather warm and soft. The constant sprays from below came with every inhale the white one took, nearly lost to the movements and the dragon felt him squeeze that shaft quite often. Letting the draconic throat purr again while pushing his member further in, moving in the opposite direction of the swing to maximize the pleasure for his plaything.

      The machine was soon overpowered the whimpers as the bear's song grew lower and lower. Nearly making him stunned and paralyzed by the constant pleasure as several more jugs start to reach their capacity. The dragon also felt that pouch press against his own legs, bulge and fold between them a bit as they're dropped lower past the tip of his length. Nearly forcing Kapolas to rest on such a thing in order to retain his position, yet no sounds of warning come from it yet.

      As the Dragon joins in the songs of purrs he reaches for the control once final time to set it to the highest speed. Moving his Weapon further in to let those ridges touch Bartan's fleshy inside and getting a heavy reaction out of the dragon. The bear whimpers loudly with the machine, as it struggled to keep up with the setting. The 'stroking' part getting caught by his knot as his member swelled up greatly within the device, eventually causing that band to break and the bear to finally start releasing his backed up load. Thickening the hose greatly to the point where it nearly looks like a giant snake, and that pouch starts to drain. Squeezing the green one's ridges in the process and sending the dragon past the point of no return.

      Meanwhile, jug after jug was being filled by the moment. Almost too much for the machine to keep up, and overfilling the bottles a bit. Causing the plastic to bulge out, and a few of them to crack under the pressure. A pressure the bear was starting to feel in his tailpipe. "Honey..." Kapo almost stressed as he tried to hold back a bit. "There may be a bit of a mess now." The stream of fluids that was entering the white one became more and more frequent as his belly started to slowly round below the two.

      A deep murr was heard as things start to slow down and the white one released breaths of satisfaction. Mumbling a bit through those pleasant vocals as he enjoyed his furry full belly. "That's to be expected. It's not my warehouse anyway." He grunted a bit as the last several jugs were filled, though his pouch still looked a little full.

      Eventually, that knot loosened the equipment over his weapon, and it falls to the ground with a loud splat. Splashing quite a bit of that orange that leaked out during the climax of the event. Feeling the dragon take a few breaths before pulling out his fuzzy haunches, lap at that undertail a bit before going down to that canine style tool. The bear whimpering in warning as the green one started to muzzle it. Instantly being greeted by a thick jolt of orange as that tongue teased his flesh.

      Meanwhile, one of Kapo's paws were studying that distended belly as he continued to drink directly from the tap. Nearly getting one of his very own before letting go, realizing Bartan wasn't able to stop. Giving him a breath of relief until the dragon meet his muzzle and kissed that polar bear deeply. Getting an entire maw-full of his own seed, gladly accepting the orange flavor with a loud purr. "Enjoy your gift?" The white one asked.

      "Yes." Another kiss. "Very much so."

      "Enough to get me down?"

      "Nope." The dragon teased, but lowered him regardless. Untying the bondage straps and sneaking in a few licks on those paws before meeting Bartan's muzzle on the mattress.

      "I don't suppose you can muster a third release?"

      "Not really, but how about a second for you?"

      "I'm pretty sure that was 18 releases worth in one flood." The bear chuckled. Looking over the green one's 'collection'/payment in the form of jugs as Kapolas snuggled up to the living pillow.

      "Guess we have to empty some of them when we wake up tomorrow."

      The bear's ears perked. "You thinking drinking contest? Or 'lemonade' stand?"

      "Definitely drinking contest." Bartan chuckled loudly at the response and held the slightly smaller dragon. Though flicking his now freed limbs a bit.

      "I don't mind the idea of bondage, but it's a bit harder on the arms than I imagined."

      "We could use something softer next time." Kapolas stated laughing.

      "They do make fuzzy handcuffs. I've seen them pink before." The bear joked.
