"Hey! Hey, newbie!"

Eris gave a sigh, straightening up, and turned to look in the direction of the voice calling for them from across the construction site. Yes, Eris was new to this particular crew, but they weren't new to the job itself. The phoenix tried not to grumble too loudly; it was all just part of how these crews operated. Instead, Eris simply folded their arms, their t-shirt leaving the orange and yellow plumage exposed, the phoenix's hands black and unfeathered. No boots would fit Eris's avian, taloned feet, so only a pair of cargo shorts covered their lower body, their orange and yellow tailfeathers sticking out behind them. A hard hat mostly covered their head, the phoenix's red forelocks of hair sticking out from under it.

The red fox who was calling to Eris was joined by a few other construction workers, one of whom was holding a length of sanded wood, and another had his phone out to record the proceedings, making Eris a little wary. "We want to give you a test, newbie."

"...what kind of test?" Eris inquired cautiously.

"Just a quick one before lunch," the fox explained, pointing to the wood held by his leopard colleague. "You've got to be strong to work here. So, we'll put this down your shirt, and you have to stand back up. It's easy. Everyone new here has to do it."

Eris's green eyes narrowed slightly. "You do it first, then. Show me how it's done," the bird challenged.

The leopard grinned toothily, hefting the length of wood. "Sure thing, newbie, watch and learn," he asserted, handing the wood off to the fox while the badger holding his phone recorded what happened. The fox slipped the wood through the leopard's shirt from the collar down, and then lay the leopard down on his back. The leopard then had to push himself up off the ground with his arms and legs since he couldn't sit up, giving himself enough clearance from the ground to tilt his body until he could get back to his feet.

It seemed straightforward enough. "Fine then," Eris agreed, taking off their hard hat and turning away from the others as the fox took the wood out from the leopard's shirt. He brought it over to Eris and tugged the back of the phoenix's shirt collar out enough to slide the wood down it, and out through the bottom of the shirt, pushing Eris's tailfeathers to the sides. Then, Eris was laid down on the wooden temporary floor. Eris reached out to his sides and-

Suddenly the badger with the phone pulled a nailgun off from the back of his tool belt and leaned forwards, nailing the length of wood to the floor between Eris's legs. Before the phoenix could grasp what was happening, he moved past Eris and nailed the top of the wood down too, securing it even more firmly.

"All right guys, it's lunchtime!" the fox called out as the rest of the crew laughed and began to wander off.

"What- hey!" Eris protested, squirming and trying to pull free, but the wood was secured firmly. "Come back!"

But they ignored the phoenix, and soon, Eris heard car doors opening and closing, engines starting up, and cars driving off into the distance.

Eris sighed and flopped back against the wood. They'd fallen for a typical hazing ritual despite their caution. It could have been worse: at least the skies were clear and the weather was warm, so they would at least stay dry. Most likely the others would come back from their lunch run and free Eris from this trap, but until then, the bird had nothing to do but stare up at the sky.

Eris watched a plane pass overhead, listening out for the return of their coworkers, but every vehicle that approached continued on the road and went elsewhere. Eris arched an eyebrow when they heard a very different sound all of a sudden, however: the flapping of large wings, making a sound akin to a flag in the wind, followed by a loud thump that shook the ground underneath Eris. Turning their head in the direction of the heavy approaching footsteps, Eris could only see the temporary wooden walls between the support beams of the partly-constructed building they were nailed to the floor of.

And then, Eris saw a face, peering at them from above one of the walls. A dragon! Its scales were jet black but the bottom of its chin and neck were bright yellow, and it stared at Eris curiously. "Well, hello, what's this?" the dragon asked aloud in a tone that made Eris suspect it was female.

"Uh, hi," Eris offered, raising one arm to wave. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind helping me out?"

The dragon lowered her head and disappeared behind the temporary wall, only to reappear as she walked towards the empty frame that was going to hold a double door once the building was finished. Her entire body was colored like her head: jet black scales that seemed to absorb the light but for a few shiny spots, and a yellow underbelly that ran all the way along to the end of her tail. She was walking on all fours and had large claws on her feet that Eris was sure would be able to pry the wooden beam out from the floor with ease, especially given her size. Eris saw the dragon's eyes glance back and forth over the door frame, perhaps judging the available space, her ear-fins slowly flapping in thought before she lowered her head to enter. She had to fold her wings flat against her back and there were only a few inches of clearance on either side, but she managed to fit through the door and enter the empty, partly constructed room Eris was stuck in.

"What a curious place this is," the dragon mused aloud as she looked around. "The two-legs build such strange things, Michelle."

Eris tilted their head a bit. There was no way the dragon hadn't seen them, but she was acting like Eris wasn't there, talking to herself. "Er, my name's Eris," Eris offered, "Could you please help get me free?"

But the dragoness slowly walked around the empty room, approaching Eris and yet taking care not to step on them, even looking directly at him but still pretending she had seen nothing. In close proximity to her, Eris was a little confused as to why, of all things, the dragon smelled vaguely like cleaning supplies...

Frustrated, Eris let out a sigh, resting their head against the wood stuck through their shirt. Great. Typical. Someone who can help them comes along and it turns out to be a dragon who just wants to mess with-

And then Michelle walked over Eris, treating them to quite a view. The phoenix's eyes widened as their view of the sky above was suddenly blocked out by the underside of a dragon's underside, and it was surely no accident that Michelle stopped while easily straddling Eris's entire body. Barely two feet from Eris's face was an up-close and personal introduction to Michelle's loins, where her golden yellow ventral scales split around the openings of her slightly puffy-lipped pussy and the subtle tailhole just behind it. Eris almost went cross-eyed staring at the dragoness's slit, letting out a surprised squawk upon noticing that it was getting closer to him.

"Hm, what was that sound?" Michelle wondered aloud to herself. "Must've just been the wind. Well, this place is as good as any..."

"Hey, what're you doi-mmgnh!" Eris protested as Michelle lowered her hips until her pussy was smooshed right up against the phoenix's face, radiating warmth. Their beak slipped into Michelle's folds for a moment, surrounded by slick tunnels, before the dragoness shifted herself forward. Eris had their eyes closed, but squirmed as much as they could when they noticed the dampness of the dragoness's tunnels; she clearly was enjoying messing with him.

"Oh, no, that's not a good spot, let's try here instead," Michelle said aloud as she moved. Eris gasped as she raised her hips upwards to move, the underside of her tail hanging over Eris's face. But after taking a step forward she lowered them again and pressed her loins against Eris's chest, rubbing their plumage through the white t-shirt they were wearing. "Hmm..." Michelle hummed in thought, wiggling her hips and grinding more firmly against Eris's body playfully. She probably would have crushed the phoenix if she put her entire weight on them, making it all the more clear that she was teasing the bird, and Eris grunted and reached up, putting their hands on Michelle's rear legs to futilely try and push her off.

"I, nnh, need help, please!" Eris insisted. Their front was getting wet and sticky from the juices leaking from Michelle's slit, staining their t-shirt.

But Michelle pretended not to hear, sliding her hips back and forth to make an even bigger mess of Eris's front, giving a pleased, low rumbling sound as her sensitive netherlips rubbed against Eris's body. "Yes, this will be perfect," Michelle declared, lifting her hips up again, spreading her rear legs apart and lifting up her tail, the end of it brushing against one of the temporary walls behind her.

Eris panted softly as the dragoness rose back up to a standing position. Their silent wondering about what was going to happen next was quickly answered as yellow liquid gushed from near the top of Michelle's pussylips, spreading out into a fan shape before coalescing back into a stream with many droplets spraying off to the sides. Eris let out a cry of surprise as the hot liquid struck their chest with the force and volume of a garden hose, utterly drenching their t-shirt in moments, then pouring off of Eris's sides and onto the wooden flooring, soaking into it and staining the wood dark.

Michelle's tail swung slowly back and forth in the air as she gave deep exhalation, a sort of sigh with a deep rumbling undertone as the dragoness's chest visibly contracted. "What're-!" Eris began, only for Michelle to silence them with a flick of her hips that sent her urine spraying right over the phoenix's face, soaking Eris's feathers through. The yellow fluid was very hot, not that the phoenix was particularly bothered by that part, but it also left a tingling sensation all over their drenched body.

Eris turned their head to the side and gasped for breath as the powerful stream and spray continued to douse them for a couple more seconds before Michelle returned to soaking their chest. "It's a good thing I found this spot, I don't think I could have flown much further holding all this in..." Michelle remarked aloud in a playful tone, swishing her hips from side to side to make an even bigger mess of the bird and their surroundings. The wooden flooring was utterly saturated with dragon piss and it was spilling through the gaps into the ground below, and Eris wasn't sure if even an hour-long shower was going to get the all-encompassing vaguely chemical scent that filled the air out of their feathers. Even worse than that, the dragon's urine was starting to eat into Eris's clothes, leaving several holes in it where she had been focusing her stream the hardest.

Other than some stray drops, Eris's lower body had been spared, but not for long. Taking another step forward, Michelle moved her stream to Eris's shorts, spraying at them directly, and it took barely a full second for them to be utterly soaked through with dragon urine. Eris couldn't stop themselves from giving a moan at the sudden intense heat and direct stimulation as she power-washed their crotch, even through their shorts, but held their beak firmly shut after that to avoid making any more embarrassing noises. Their shorts stood up to the onslaught of dragon piss even worse than their shirt, many larger holes getting dissolved in the polyester fabric. Eris was just grateful it wasn't doing the same thing to their feathers or skin...

At long last she rose her hips up again and moved back as the powerful stream weakened like the gradual turning off of a hose pipe. Even though she let the remainder of her pee splash onto Eris's chest, it went from a strong blast to a weaker one, then a more gentle flow that didn't spray, a series of heavy drips, and finally just a few drops until ending.

Panting a big, feeling incredibly hot and tingling all over, Eris groaned. "Are-" they began, only for Michelle to clench her muscles, her tail flicking, sending another splash of urine onto the bird's front. She did it again and then stepped back one more pace.

"...okay, NOW will you hrrmf-?" Eris's question was again cut off by Michelle's hips lowering down and smooshing their face into that draconic snatch, much wetter and hotter than before.

"Oh, I feel so much better now," Michelle remarked casually, wiggling her hips around in a little circle and grinding against Eris's face. "I can't hang around here all day, though! I'd better get back in the air!"

Eris gasped out as Michelle stood back up and began to leave, lowering her head and folding her wings close again to get back through the empty double door frame. "H-Hey!" Eris protested, "Wait! You can't just...!"

"Oh yes, of course," Michelle said, turning back around, her tail sweeping through the empty half-built room. At last, she seemed to acknowledge Eris, fanning out her left wing to reveal a small carrying case clipped near the base of it. "Just one moment..."

Eris tilted their head; did she have some tools in there? She craned her neck around and tugged the case open with her mouth, then pulled out something. Eris didn't get to see what it was until Michelle turned her head and dropped it on them, and the phoenix reached out and picked it up with one hand while Michelle snapped the case shut again.

It was a calling card. Michelle Palinda, cleaning services.

Eris looked back up just in time to see Michelle on her way out through the door frame. "Wait, don't leave me here like this!" Eris insisted, but she did; after squeezing back out through the door and onto the grass outside, she crouched down, launched herself into the air with a powerful leap while spreading her wings, and flew off, the sound of her beating wings getting gradually more distant as she gained altitude and flew away.

Eris stared in disbelief, then let out a groan and let their head rest on the length of now-soaked wood underneath them. With the dragon gone, now they could feel the open air against them in all the spots that her piss had burned through their clothes, still just a heavy tingle across their whole body. "At least this can't get any worse..." Eris mumbled. For a minute Eris lay there, grumbling quietly, only for their eyes to shoot open when they heard several cars pull up and the doors open as their coworkers returned.

It was, in fact, about to get worse.
