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THIS STORY INCLUDES the violence, brutal transportation for the wild animal, and many dirty lequids.
This story have more sexual things than my base fantasy world but less cruelty.", "writing": "Chapter 1: Departure\n\nThe domesticated Ridea species doesn't appear so different to the tribe of Foxias that rule the land, but only in the facial features. We Rideas are quadrupeds, and are much heavier, larger, and more powerful than the Foxias. Even with our heads held high, our shoulders are horizontal to our tails, and they only come as high as the shoulders of one of the Foxias.\n\n\tWe don't walk upright or wear clothes as the Foxia tribe does. However, we can pull heavy objects and run much faster on all four legs, even with a Foxia on our back. We also eat many times more food than the Foxia, and are not picky about what that food may be: we will eat just about anything. Except for the Foxia, of course.\n\n\tThe natural enemy of the Ridea is the Windea, although the Foxias often call them Dragons instead, referring to their attacks from the sky. However, the dangerous dragons have been extensively hunted by the Foxias and few remain. Those that survive are even less inclined to approach a town full of Foxias any more. Even if they did, a Ridea can always run away much faster and can even use their admittedly short horns if needed.\n\n\tWell, if we weren't often tied up, and if our horns did not grow backwards... Even if a dragon did come by, I'm sure somebody would protect us. To the Foxia tribe, we are partners, a valuable labor force ...and fresh meat to be harvested at any time... But let's not think about that right now.\n\n\tI'm a grey, short-haired male Ridea, a mount kept by the Foxias. My name is Risty. Mia gave me this cute name. Rideas don't speak the same language as the Foxias, and can't understand it much better, but there are exceptions to every rule, and some of the smart Rideas have learned to understand it well enough. When I say smart, I only mean the same as a Foxia child, but even that is exceptional for a Ridea. I am one of these exceptions, and I can even speak a bit of the Foxias' language! ``Good morning'', ``Thank you'' and such. I am also secretly practicing ``I'll do my best, so please don't turn me into meat''!\n\n\tEven though I understand their language, I still live pretending to be a normal Ridea. I never speak in front of the hunters, though during work I'm wearing a bit, so I can't do much speaking anyway. A bit is a leather or iron tool they put in our mouths, used to give directions to animals being ridden. When wearing the bit, we also wear a bridle - several leather straps that wrap around the head. Once put on, we can't take the bridle off. Even if we shake our head or roll on the ground, it will not slip loose. It's a very strange and slightly restrictive tool made to match the shape of our heads.\n\n\tAnyway, as always, I pretend to be a normal, very loyal and obedient Ridea. I'm actually quite uncomfortable wearing the bit, but I do my best not to flinch when it's put on, and I even try to bite the bit myself. If I'm good, the hunter looks at me with kind eyes, pets me on the cheeks a lot, and praises me. Of course, that doesn't make my gear any comfier. On the contrary, because I'm the most patient, I'm usually given the spare, ill-fitting riding gear and even more luggage to carry. Still, if it means a lighter burden for the other Rideas, I think I'm okay with that.\n\nThe early morning breeze brought with it the smell of trees, bedstraw, and breakfast. Even though the sun had not yet risen, the slightly humid and warm wind promised that today would be a hot one. Even so, there were many more voices and footsteps than usual this morning. To be honest, they were so noisy that I woke up much earlier than usual.\n\nI work for the top-class hunter clan ``Golden Leaf''. My role is, of course, to be a mount, carrying cargo and hunters on my back. Although the hunters are merciless with their prey, they take great care of us Rideas. They groom us every morning when they aren't busy hunting, keep our rooms clean, and provide plenty of dry bedding to keep us comfortable. The water is fresh, and we are never short on food.\n\nToday's breakfast was cooked rice with lots of chopped beans sprinkled over top. It was a little bland for me, but the freshly made rice and the many fresh ingredients was fluffy and steaming hot, and tasted wonderful. The Foxias don't seem to like rice very much, but I often think it a shame not to eat something so wonderfully delicious and filling. Maybe they just don't like how it sticks to their fur when they eat it.\n\nNormally, a Ridea would be engrossed in such a delicious meal, but I'm a bit of an abnormal Ridea, so I took to my daily routine of watching the Foxia tribe while I ate.\n\nMia is a younger female member of the tribe, who doesn't seem to have much experience hunting. Her limbs are slender and she doesn't have much stamina, so she's often given odd jobs to help build up her strength. Today, Mia was wearing an unfamiliar outfit: a short red cape tied awkwardly to her, worrying me that she might snag it somewhere and choke herself. On her chest was a brand-new light piece of armor made of leather and metal. It was a hunter's outfit, but it looked so warm that I wished she would take it off for now. I wondered if this was some sort of training for Mia.\n\nShe was carrying a sturdy leather and metal harness- another type of gear that for animals to wear, made of many leather straps, metal fittings, and cushioning leather patting. We wear them when pulling animal carts or wagons, but they also use them to force us to hold our heads up, or to prevent us from lifting our heads at all. The full harness is usually too heavy for the Foxias, so they are divided into several pieces to make them easier to carry, before being connected around our bodies as one piece of equipment.\n\nJust by looking at the gear Mia brought over, I could tell what my work for the day would be. In front of me were a familiar collar and pack saddle. The straps were designed to distribute the weight over many belts. So, I guessed my job today was to carry luggage. However, a large unfamiliar cushion-like object made of indented leather was also fastened to the pack saddle. Come to think of it, my pack saddle had several never-used metal fittings that occasionally make their presence known by tapping against my saddle while I walk.\n\nMia wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm. The sturdy harnesses felt heavy even for my large body, and she was already carrying the weight of five mounts. It was much too hard work to do so early in the morning, but still, Mia's round eyes sparkled with curiosity, and it was clear that she was enjoying her job. She made numerous trips back and forth, placing the harness pieces one after another in front of my cell before moving onto the other mount's cells.\n\nIt seemed that the others feeding had finished their meals. I stuck my head out to see what was going on, and saw Mia harnessing up the other Rideas. The familiar clanging sound of the metal fittings echoed through the wooden building. The harnesses and tack for riding have many different metal fittings and are complicated to make, so I can understand them being very difficult to put on and take off. It would be a lot easier if we were allowed to do that ourselves, though. Just as I finished licking up the last few grains of rice, it was my turn.\n\n``Well then Risty, it's your turn. I'm looking forward to today!''\n\nMia came into my cell with her usual angelic smile and a friendly air. Even though what she was holding constricted our bodies and turned us into tools, I felt like I could bear it for Mia's sake. \n\nShe lifted up a large collar, an extremely heavy and sturdy one used to pull carts with. She held it high up so that I could easily put my head through it, and, as always, I went through the collar opening willingly. The large ring passed my field of vision, and it felt almost ceremonial in nature, like we were both vowing to do our best today.\n\n As the collar was laid down on my shoulders, its weight was apparent. She worked quietly placing the harness down as well, as if made of wind. I tilted my head back to align the collar, and before I knew it the saddle was on my back. Mia deftly slipped between my body and the wall, attaching the harness around me. Every time I heard the sound of the metal fittings, part of me tensed up. While I concentrated on staying still, one leather strap was put in a different place than usual. It felt tight around my waist, making me uneasy. Was there a belt going around the back of my thighs?\n\nThe harness seemed a little different from the usual. There were more straps around my waist, and it felt like my whole body was being held down. To be honest, it was hard to move. What was I going to be doing with this?\n\nAfter Mia finished strapping down the harness, she brought me my bridle. Without this item, my job would probably be much easier, but most Rideas use the bit to follow instructions, so I followed suit. Being a beast of burden is pretty tough.\n\nShe didn't immediately put the bridle on me however. Instead, she moved on to putting on the other creatures' harnesses. She was doing her best to make sure that we Rideas spent as little time bridled as possible. I always love that about her.\n\nAfter long enough though, Mia harnessed up the rest of the Rideas set to work that day, and the hunters led them out of the stable in turn. She returned to my cell, entering through the half-open door and picking up the bridle.\n\n``I'm sorry'' she gently said.\n\nI could tell she meant it sincerely, but I could also sense her strictness as a master. A dominating strength that told me resistance is useless, that I have no choice but to obey.\n\nThe metal bridle was clean and shiny - Mia always makes sure to clean them after use. I gently opened my maw and took the cool metal in my mouth. I used my tongue to move it to the back of my mouth where it didn't impede on my fangs. As my tongue touched it, it made a rattling sound. The bit was an iron bar with loops on both ends, and a joint in the middle of the mouthpiece allowed it to move somewhat more freely. This was actually one of the better bits; leather ones quickly develop an unpleasant odor, and others with protrusions to hold back the tongue. Before I came here, I even remember ones with spikes... they were so painful. My mouth was covered in cuts, throbbing in pain for days, and even drinking water was awful. \n\nSeveral hunters came into the stable, apparently to help Mia. They were putting the bits on the rest of the creatures, and I could hear them scolding the other Rideas over the sound of clanking bits.\n\nFinally dressed from head to tail in my riding tack, Mia led me out of the cell. The feeling of the tight gear all over was uncomfortable, but it also gave a sense of security, like I was being protected. Well, as long as I was wearing this, I really was truly protected.\n\nMia held my reins firmly, just below the bit, guiding me. I walked carefully, matching my stride with hers. This moment was my favorite... Mia looking only at me, speaking to me gently. As for me, I was mostly nervous that I might kick her while we're walking, or soil her with the drool dripping around the edge of my bit. Come to think of it, I wondered who will hold my reins for this job. I would be very happy if Mia could take them...\n\nAll the Rideas were out of their stables and gathered in front of a large warehouse. There were also some Ridea pups, and hunters I did not recognize. Many people were there: 14 in total, including me, but only 6 were wearing riding gear. So, I guessed, the remaining eight of us were carrying the load.\n\nTo be honest, carrying the load is the easier job; you don't have to concentrate so closely on specific instructions. However, riding requires more skill, so I would rather be in charge of that. Also, even though the load-bearing harness has a smaller saddle, the many extra straps end up making it overall hotter and stuffier, especially this time of year.\n\nAnd, to be honest, the other hunters scare me. They hit us a lot, and use spurs. Not only do the spurs hurt greatly, but they can even leave scars behind. Mia wears the spurs too, but when she uses them, she only uses them gently. With even a slight touch, I can tell what she wants. Well, I'm sure any Ridea can tell Mia's instructions instantly. After all, she's the most skilled rider this hunter clan has.\n\nNot long after, we were all tied together in a line without any load, and we began to move together. We made good pace of course. Since we were empty of any load, it felt like just a light stroll.\n\nAfter half a day of walking, we arrived at a hut near the forest. It had a familiar symbol painted on it: even though it was quite far from our village, this was also the hunters' property.\n\nWhile I was lost in thought, the tools for the day's work were being assembled in front of me. There was a wooden arch reminiscent of a gallows, with poles and branches poking out either side of the arch to hold it up. The wooden frame was supported with eight wooden platforms to prevent it from falling over as well.\n\nThe poles on each side had metal fittings for fastening Rideas to, so it looked like we would be transporting it vertically. Oh! But this arch has a metal collar hanging from a chain, perfect for hanging something from. Judging from its size, it's probably not for a Ridea, right? There were also thick chains, iron rings, and sturdy-looking ropes prepared all around. As I was anxiously examining the arch, I heard the hunters talking about a dragon.\n\nI see! A dragon would fit just right under this arch. If this was a wooden frame to tie down a captured dragon and prevent escape, the position of the chain made a lot more sense. I'd never carried a dragon before, so this would be my first experience. I was a little excited, but nervous more than anything. I hoped the dragon wouldn't kill me...\n\nAll eight of us were placed in our positions. Although each of our harnesses were shaped slightly differently, they all had the same general structure as mine, and each of our saddles had indentations to support the cross bars of the wooden frame along with thick cushioning. \n\nA hunter first instructed us to lie down, then to move sideways. It was a bit of an unusual movement, but being Rideas of a hunter clan, we had been trained to make all sorts of strange movements.\n\nI managed to slide my body under the cross bar, and the Ridea to my left and I were tied to the frame first. Because the front and back of my body were both fastened to the frame, my body was directly under the bar. By the way, my neighbor today was a grassland-breed female with a long mane.\n\nThe other Rideas were tied to the frame one by one. Once all eight were moved in place, the hunters ordered us to slowly stand up. Just before I was fully upright, I felt the weight of it on my back. It was quite heavy, but with everyone else's help it was much more manageable.\n\nThe hunters quickly fastened the cross bar of the platform to our pack saddles. As they tightened the fittings, the bar of the arch became firmly fixed, as if it had become part of our backs.\n\nWhen the supporting wooden base was finally removed, the platform wobbled a little. I was worried for a moment that we might tip over, but thankfully our different harnesses helped quickly stabilize it. It seemed that whenever the platform tilted, the Ridea on the other side could put the weight on their hips to straighten it out.\n\nWe carried the platform like this for a while. The distance between each Ridea was much wider than we would usually have with a two-beast cart. This allowed for good room to breathe, and for the time being at least, was more comfortable than the usual work. However, the harnesses were firmly fixed around our entire body so that they couldn't slip even a little, and they were equally firmly attached to the wooden frame, so it took a while to get used to the unusual cadence of walking in them. After walking a while further though the forest, and all of the Rideas had finally begun walking in near-perfect step with each other, we were finally commanded to stop.\n\nIt was there, just beyond the large bushes.\n\nAmong the countless ropes and chains, I could make out pure white fur, hair like the night sky under a full moon. A pair of large wings with dark membranes sprouted from its back. Two stone-colored horns faced backwards, each forked into a large and small protrusion near the base. It had digitigrade legs like ours but much stronger, and hands similar to a Foxia. It was a Windea.\n\nThe dragon was tightly restrained, with metal shackles and chains over all of its limbs, and a harness around its body. Ropes and chains stretched out from the front, back, left, and right of the dragon connecting it to the nearby trees. I had only ever seen these dragons as predators, attacking from the sky and breaking a Ridea's neck with a single kick. This one seemed unable to move at all... how on earth did they manage to catch such a terrifying creature?\n\nThe other Rideas were naturally shaken at the sight of the dragon too. It had been a while since any of them had seen a dragon up close, when they were just pups living out on the plains. The metal fittings fastened over my body turned the trembling of my heart into sound.\n\nWe moved forward anxiously and positioned the wooden frame directly above the dragon. The execution-like frame was positioned hanging over top. We couldn't sit because we were tied to the frame, but we crouched down as best as we could as instructed by the hunter. It felt more like we were hanging from the frame. While the hunters were tying the dragon to the frame, we supported it like living weights.\n\nRopes were attached to the frame and pulled to hoist the dragon up. The creature left out a couple of soft groans and began to thrash violently. Seeing the many chains attached to the frame, it must have realized immediately that if it were successfully tied to this, it would be the end.\n\nHowever, the dragon, pulled from three directions by numerous ropes, was powerless, like an insect caught in a spider's web. It twisted its body, trying somehow to grasp for a way to freedom, its undulating fur outlining the powerful muscles of a wild animal. The dragon's desperate resistance was in vain, as the collar fastened firmly to the wooden frame was fastened to it in turn, and a chain was linked to the back of the leather gear.\n\nChapter 2: The Dragon\n\n``Now! Stand up, right here!''\n\nI heard the hunter's command and the crack of a whip. It was time to set off. I tried to obey the orders, but the harness tightly fastened to the wooden frame resisted. The other Rideas hadn't fully stood up either, and the dragon was putting up a desperate final struggle, throwing its weight around to prevent being lifted.\n\n``Stand up! Lift the dragon!'' he ordered again. We tried as hard as we could, but it wasn't going well.\n\nOne of the hunters approached the dragon. He put his weight on the reins attached to the dragon's maw and tugged, leaving the Windea no choice but to turn its head to the right... Incidentally letting me get a direct view of its eyes.\n\nThe creature's eyes were beautiful. Its elegant brown, earthy eyes were intelligent, filled with courage and pride. It knew it would never give up, and it was very, very angry.\n\nBut the dragon's greatest weapon, its fangs, were completely sealed up. It was forced to hold a large muzzle in its mouth, held tightly in place by a bridle wrapping around outside. Unable to close it, the animal's maw was overflowing with drool that dripped defiantly on the hunter's gloves as he held the reins, leaving a dark, dirty string on them.\n\nHolding the dragon's snout in one hand, the hunter spoke directly to the dragon with the most frightening face I have ever seen, not caring one bit how dirty his gloves were.\n\n``Listen here you slow, stupid Windea. I've taken all of your strengths away. There are three things you can do now: walk quietly, moan, and suffer.''\n\nAs if in retaliation, the creature growled lowly and leaned towards the hunter. A chill went down my spine. As I gazed upon the dragon's mouth and the large, glistening white fangs bordering it with unease, the wind suddenly carried the smell of its saliva over. The smell wasn't too different to that of us Rideas. As I mentioned earlier, Rideas have to wear the bit during work, all of the Rideas in my clan do. It's only inevitable that saliva would run around their mouths, dirtying them. As a result, all of us smell a little bit like saliva when working. It's a smell that's familiar to me, as daily as the wind blowing through the trees in the forest and grasslands. Perhaps I felt just the smallest bit of kinship with this dragon...\n\nAt first, I was a little embarrassed to work with a constant white stain around my mouth, but all Rideas feel that way once in a while. Mia didn't mind, and just stroked me. In fact, Mia wipes the dirt around my mouth before the discomfort of my sticky mouth becomes unbearable. But even Mia, who is so kind, didn't wipe the dragon's mouth. If I was left with all of that sticky and sloppy filth, it would get unbearably uncomfortable. And all that drool would soak into the bridle, and by the next morning it would wear so awful that I would never want to wear it again.\n\nWell, the smell that wafted from the dragon was not dissimilar from a bridle that had been removed after work. A slightly fishy smell that seemed to burn the back of the nose.\n\n``You think you've got value at the market, don't you? You think that even if we hurt you and make you feel pain, that you won't be harmed. Well, you're dead wrong. Sometimes, we cut the tendons in your wings and limbs while you're tied up and sell them off to butchers. We make good money off of that, you know.''\n\nI saw the dragon flinch at the threat. Even here, I could see that the dragon who had until this moment acted so strong and prideful, shrank back.\n\n``So... Do you feel like walking a little now?'' the hunter challenged.\n\nThe dragon didn't nod, just glared at him and slowly began trying to stand up. Still, with both its arms tied behind its back, balancing wasn't an easy feat for it.\n\nThe whip cracked again. This time, the dragon seemed reluctant to stand up any further. Wobbling from side to side, it relied on the ropes and chains to carry its body. The Rideas and I helped pick up the slack it left behind. The wooden frame lifted surprisingly easily until about halfway, when suddenly the chains holding the dragon pulled taut and it became ponderously heavy. Still, this was our area of expertise. We managed to slowly lift it somehow, and once we were fully stood up it hardly weighed more than my usual luggage. All of the driving gear we wore stuck tightly to our bodies, but it didn't hurt. Our equipment was designed to cushion the force, and it performed admirably. At times like these, I always thought about how amazing the Foxia tribe is. After all, they manage to carry something normally impossible like this by working together, but they have other really clever methods too. Plus, the equipment they give us is very useful for us as well. The bit helps us clearly follow instructions, and the saddle protects my back. If the saddle were to slip, it would hurt my back, so we use lots of leather straps around my chest and rear to help keep it in place. Surrounding the dragon, which had now become a bit more cooperative, we made our way through the forest.\n\nChapter 3: Punishment\n\nWhen we finally emerged from the forest, it seemed that we had entered ruins of some sort. Most of the collapsed buildings were buried and overgrown with grass. From his sack, the hunter retrieved a metal rod about the length of my nose, attached to a leather strap. The rod was about the width of three of his fingers and tapered off at one end, with the thicker end shaped like the top of a stake with a loop on the end. I wondered what he was going to do with this.\n\n``I'm going to give you a little punishment now for your behavior. Whether you show remorse or not doesn't matter, there will be no breaks. Think about this next time you try to resist.''\n\nI wondered what sort of punishment a dragon would receive. It seemed that the hunters had a rule: when I received physical punishment, it would always be with a leather whip or a wooden stick thinner than a hunter's finger. It may hurt a lot, but it was not a serious or permanent injury. But some of the slave dragon children are whipped so hard that their backs are torn open...\n\nThe hunter showed the dragon the metal rod. ``Do you know what this is? This is a metal fitting that acts as an anchor to prevent the rope from slipping when restraining an animal. It's inserted into the anus of the prey.''\n\n...Wow.\n\nI saw the dragon flinch, but I too was unsettled by the idea.\n\n``I sometimes use it on Rideas too. It reinforces their binds, and also punishes them for being violent.''\n\n...Is that so?\n\nNow that I think about it, Mia often sticks her finger up my rear. It seems I can imagine the Ridea's condition... I've even seen a female Ridea scream when a Foxia tribe member lightly scratches her buttocks. I think she said something about a child... I'm a male, so of course I've never had anyone put their arm inside me.\n\nThe hunter told the dragon to present its rear. He said that if it didn't, it would be even more painful. Naturally, the dragon lowered its tail, putting up some resistance. The hunters gathered around, Mia among them. There was also a slave boy, wearing an iron collar, one of the ones that have appeared around of late. It looked like a Windea, but it had no wings or horns and stood almost upright. It's a small dragon species called an Advancea, but more usually called a slave dragon. They're a race that used to live in this area, but must have been outcompeted by the Foxias, and now most of them are used as slaves.\n\nThe gathered captors put a harness that looked like two collars put together around the dragon's tail, and linked it to the metal fittings of a harness being fastened around its body. With its tail lifted up and fixed in place, the dragon seemed to give up resisting. Judging from the clanging sounds of the restraints, the dragon's only confidence was in its expression.\n\nThe slave slowly inserted the rod into the dragon's butt. The dragon flinched for a moment as the rod went in, pulling on the ropes and chains that bound it with all its strength, but it hardly moved, simply resolving to endure in silent fury.\n\nDoes having the rod inserted hurt? If so, I wondered if it hurt more than being whipped. I didn't know, and couldn't even imagine it.\n\nThe rod was finally inserted all the way in, then pulled out and inserted again. This was repeated for a long while... Each time the rod was pushed in all the way, the dragon stopped breathing involuntarily, in pure agony.\n\nAnother hunter brought in a new rod, thicker than the last one. The metal rod that had only just been inserted all the way was roughly pulled out of the dragon's ass. The hapless creature let out an indescribable cry, and then the new rod was immediately inserted. It instinctively pulled on the chain to escape the pain. Even watching from here, I could feel the pain. It made me break out in a cold sweat.\n\nThe hunter then picked out the thickest rod he had, and slowly pushed it into the dragon's ass, which was quite wide open by this point. The animal trembled in agony and fell to its knees. As the rod went in deeper, the dragon's groans turned into an unrestrained scream that sounded like raw hide being torn off, and huge tears spilled from its eyes.\n\nIt looked painful, and if that was the case, a whip might have been easier... After some time, the rod was inserted all the way in, and a strap was passed through the loop on its end, running between the dragon's legs to under its tail, holding it in place tightly. It was hardly struggling much at this point... its breathing was rough.\n\nWe didn't get very far that day. The dragon was walking slowly, and even the hunters did not try to hurry it. Watching the dragon suffer in front of my eyes, it gradually became more and more painful. But I'm just a beast, and one of many... I can't help it.\n\nChapter 4: Draining\n\n It was dusk, on the second day. Our steps were slow, but the changing scenery told us we were making steady progress. We passed by by a large collapsed stone structure, an old defensive base perhaps? It seemed to be from the same era as the ruins we had seen yesterday. The Hunters seemed to be moving through the remains of an ancient civilization. Maybe it was because the sky was open.\n\nThen, suddenly, it came. The Hunters glared at the sky. A dragon. A wild dragon.\n\nI shivered. This is bad. This is very bad. We?re going to be killed. No, not just killed. We?re the perfect setting to be tortured to death. What should I do? I don?t want to die yet!\n\nThe Hunters took out their bows, strung the strings, and scattered to protect their ranks. Oh, that?s right, what about Mia? Will Mia protect us? No, Mia needs to get away. Even though she?s skilled at riding, Mia is still a novice hunter. There?s no way she can beat a dragon. Mia had said that the only dragons that dared to approach the Foxia tribe were dangerous ones.\n\nDragons have been attacking the Foxia tribe on a whim since ancient times, but as the Foxias grew stronger, more dragons were captured or killed, and as a result, fewer dragons targeted the Foxias. But once a dragon makes a move, the outcome is always tragic. Mia, I want you to run to somewhere in the nearby ruins, somewhere in a small hole, in the shadow of a collapsed pillar, somewhere out of the dragon?s reach. Why am I holding the bit in my mouth at a time like this? If not, I could tell it to run. Many thoughts ran through my head, but in the end the dragon didn?t attack. It just watched us from afar.\n\nUltimately though, we walked all the way along the river, and even when we came close to the entrance to the underground passage on the outskirts of the ruins, the wild dragon didn?t move. Instead, it let out a mocking, high-pitched cry. The cowed dragon we were carrying shook its body in frustration, and the heavy chains holding it all clattered together. While I was distracted by the wild dragon, I stepped in a warm puddle.\n\nLooking ahead, I saw the dragon trembling slightly. And every time the dragon moved its feet, something like a splash of water splashed everywhere. Seeing that, I suddenly understood. It seemed that the dragon?s time had finally come. Ever since we started carrying the dragon, I had been wondering. Every morning before we left, we had already defecated before leaving, but I had never seen it defecate even once. The dragon had been tied up the whole time, with a belt around its crotch over its loincloth, and it couldn?t have been taken off even once while I was awake. I was even beginning to wonder if the dragon didn?t defecate at all. But it turns out he had simply been holding it in. For two whole days.\n\nDragons are creatures with the same intelligence as the Foxias, so it would probably be extremely embarrassing for them to let it all out in front of everyone. The dragon?s desperate efforts were in vain, and his loincloth was now soaked. If it was the Foxias? plan to make him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, then it had succeeded. The water that overflowed from between the dragon?s legs, which could hardly be called clean, sometimes dribbled down the stained loincloth, and sometimes trickled down the dragon?s feet, wetting the soles of all our paws.\n\nThe accumulated urine of two days was very pungent, and smelled almost nauseating. It was definitely seeping into our paws as well... If it had been another Ridea's that would be one thing, but Dragon Pee...\n\nAs I stepped in the warm puddles over and over again, but continued walking trying not to think about anything, I gradually began to not care. As long as I didn?t get some strange disease, it was probably fine. More than that, I wanted to go home quickly, have these leather straps and bits removed, and finally get a good night?s sleep in a soft, clean bed. And I also wanted to eat some northern deer meat. Some big, fresh meat.\n\nWe entered the underground passage. For the dragon, not being able to see the sky was probably enough to make it uneasy. It seemed like it wanted to look up at the sky for a moment, but the dragon, who was still producing rivers of filth like a spring, didn?t have the energy to do any more. It was pushed unceremoniously through the doorframe and entered the underground passage. Soon, we passed through what seemed to be a large gate and entered a dark, damp, and musty underground passage.\n\nChapter 5: A Small Village\n\nMorning finally came. A cool breeze blew under cloudy skies. It looked like it would be an easy day for walking today. Last night I couldn?t sleep very well. They removed our bridles and bits, and gave us water and food, but we slept still in our harnesses, holstered to the wooden frame.\n\nDuring the night, we had the role of weighting the frame so that the dragon would not escape. They only removed the metal fittings that secured our saddles to the crossbars of the frame, but the short chains connecting our harnesses to the frame were still as firmly in place as ever, so we couldn?t move from directly under the crossbar we were tied to, lying down was out of the question, so we spent the night with our front legs folded in a resting position. What?s more, the large dragon kept moving in front of us, so I would constantly wake up from my restless sleep. If this continued much longer, I felt that I would go crazy. Today was the third night since we started walking. I wonder when we would arrive at our destination. Even the limping dragon has its hands tied behind its back, forced to hang from a wooden frame. Maybe it?s ok because dragons are strong?\n\nAfter we had our breakfast, we were put on the bit as usual, and at a signal we all stood up at once. The dragon reluctantly stood up as well. Then the hunters fixed my reins to my collar and harness, leaving me barely able to move my head. In front of me I could see the dragon?s back. Its tied-up wings were held up high, trembling painfully as it sought the sky, and its strong-looking arms were obediently restricted by metal shackles, leather harnesses, and a few coils of rope around the dragon?s back. According to the Foxias, we?d be passing through a village today. I was bored of the same old scenery, so I was more than a little excited to see this village.\n\nWe made our way slowly through the forest. Hunters mounted on Rideas, with saddles attached to them were scattered on all sides, with the dragon at the center, on constant guard. At least the forest is safe from dragons, with plenty of places to hide. The trees in the forest would also be a great help in terms of preventing the dragon from escaping. All the same, dragon transports are conspicuous. And because the trees obstruct sight lines and make it difficult for outsiders to see, the hunters were even more vigilant than usual. After walking for a while, the undergrowth began to thin out. We began to see wooden fences and other artificial markers, and the number of small fallow fields between the trees was increasing every hour. It looked like we were getting close to a village. When it finally came into view, a couple members of the party split off to inform the villagers of our arrival.\n\nThe village was in a large clearing cut out of the forest. The houses weren?t particularly large, and there weren?t many of them, but there was a proper square in the middle, and a well and many barns were visible. The village had a certain liveliness to it. There seemed to be a lot of children.\n\n\"A dragon?s coming?\" \"I want to see it!\" \"Isn?t it dangerous?\" The children and young people of the village rushed out. The leader of the hunters placed the reins on the dragon?s mouth, gripped it tightly, and ordered it to stay quiet.\n\n\"Ugh... it stinks...\" \"It stinks worse than a slave dragon!\" The children ran around the dragon, exaggeratedly holding their noses and mouths. The dragon had been forced to walk in the hot sun for several days by this point, and its equipment had absorbed a lot of that dirt, so naturally it was giving off a strong, foul odor. And there were eight dirty mounts in front and behind it... Yes, I?m ashamed to say, I was the source of the odor too.\n\nStanding still attracts bugs, is scorching hot in the summer heat, and is incredibly uncomfortable. The space between the harness and fur, which has collected moisture from days of walking, is now sticky, as if all the pain from the past few days had been kneaded together in it. Dragons have a strong sense of pride, so I?m sure it must be hard for it. The villagers had been scolding them for a while now, but it?s not like they wanted to stay dirty, and they were much cleaner when they were living in the wild. Well, us Rideas are locked up at night, so we defecate in our beds, and if we?re prey, we?re tied up all the time, so it?s inevitable that we?ll get dirty. \n\nI think the reason they dragged the dragon to the center of the village in such a state was to humiliate it. By showing the other Foxia tribe in this dirty state, they are impressing upon the dragon that it is no longer the pinnacle of the natural world, merely a captive beast. The Foxia tribe really do get things done efficiently! Although it may seem a little cruel at times, it's just what's necessary to crush the rebellious spirit of a highly intelligent creature like a dragon.\n\nAccording to the villagers, it seems that a `dragon master' was just passing by. The dragon master is an expert in handling dragons. However, the person who came out after being invited by the hunters was only a girl about Mia?s age.\n\n\"Hmm... You?re going to let me take this girl? ...Sure, but...\" Her slightly troubled expression was just like Mia?s. The hunters tightened the chains on the dragon?s back, spread the dragon?s legs while still in the shackles, and tied them tightly to the ground with thick rope so that they were forcibly spread apart. Once they had finished restraining the dragon?s lower body, the dragon master approached the dragon. Then, with a look of disgust, she put her hand on the dragon?s crotch. Well, it was very dirty, and even if he was a dragon expert, it wasn?t something anyone would want to touch. The dragon seemed confused, but the dragon master didn?t care and ran her hand between the dragon?s legs.\n\nAt first, she barely touched it. She stroked between the dragon?s legs with soft strokes. He traced the crotch leather of the harness and lightly kneaded the bulge of the loincloth. When the dragon shivered at the sensation, she smiled a little and continued to caress him.\n\n\"Okay, let?s try stroking him from behind, too.\" The rod inserted in the dragon?s ass was slowly pulled out. The gaping hole of the dragon was exposed. But it was soon thrust back into the still wide-open anus. As it was thrust in and out, the dragon?s pitiful shriek echoed through the village.\n\n\"Oh my, it looks like someone's in the mood, aren't you?\" She rubbed the dragon?s genitals through the filthy loincloth. The strong stimulation made the dragon writhe, and various fluids splattered all over the place. The dragon still resisted with its whole weary body, but both of its feet were tightly bound to the ground and its hands were bound in too many ways to count behind its back. Even as the dragon writhed, I think it was somehow trying to maintain its dignity.\n\nFor the first few moments, it stood on both feet, looking down on the Foxias. But the animal's endurance soon reached its limit. Unable to bear the pleasure running through his body, it dropped to its knees, as if he had no energy left other than to tremble with the stimulation. Its moans gradually turned into a simple repetition.\n\nI began to feel a little envious of the dragon. After all, I have yet to be allowed to breed. I have never been assigned a female, nor have I even had the opportunity to be allowed near a female out of work. And although the dragon was tied up, it looked to me like a lot of people were having fun with it.\n\n The repeated sticky, wet sounds of the kneading gradually became faster and faster. After a while, the dragon let out a long moan of unbearable pain, and immediately afterwards convulsed violently.\n\n``It came out!''\n\n``Wow!''\n\nThe dragon had ejaculated into its loincloth while still wearing it. It groaned in shame, tugging hard on the reins and turning its face away from the onlookers. The dragon?s eyes were narrowed in embarrassment, and his mouth was sticky and smeared with foamy saliva, but it also seemed to feel a sense of release, as if his long-awaited moment had finally come. I wonder if I?ll be able to experience that feeling someday...\n\nThe Foxia children were happy that the dragon had finally reached this moment. I could understand their curiosity.\n\n\"Wow... it?s oozing out... is this dragon semen?\"\n\n\"You came a whole lot...\"\n\n\"It looks like he?s peeing!\"\n\n\"Yeah, if he?s peeing, he?s done it a lot of times\"\n\n\"Whaaaat!!\"\n\nThe dragon was teased for a while. But her caresses continued. Her speed increased as she became more and more intense, and the beast was writhing in agony, shaking its head from side to side as it took short, strained breaths. I think it had completely forgotten about its dignity as a Windea and was just desperately pleading for an end to the torture somehow.\n\nFor a long while afterwards, I watched as its whole body trembled, writhing in agony as it tried to escape the stimulation that had now clearly become painful. Every time it struggled, the surroundings shook and I could hear the ropes and leather tools creaking, but the animal was not forgiven, not even for a moment.\n\nThe dragon let out a long moan of pain over and over again, and what seemed to be water containing white mucus dripped from between its legs. The dragon?s wet crotch began spreading a foul stench, even by the group's standards, and a large, dirty puddle formed directly below the dragon. The dragon?s screams gradually became weaker, and started to sound more like sobs.\n\nThe villagers seemed to have grown tired of giving their opinions, and gradually became quiet over the following hours. By the end, the only sounds that could be heard were the dragon?s labored breathing and the clanging of the chains in time with its convulsions. Finally, the dragon master stopped her hands. She was out of breath from the hard work.\n\n\"I think that?s enough for today!\" Since the dragon?s tail was still lifted up, I could see the dragon?s waterlogged loincloth from where I was, and its anus, which had been stretched by the constant insertion and removal of foreign objects.\n\nWe were given water and food, but the dragon was left tied up and without respite. The metal rod was placed in its anus once again with little resistance. I wondered just how long this punishment would last.\n\nWe spent the night in a clearing near the village. The leading hunter, who was on watch all night, sat around the campfire with the villagers, chatting happily about something I couldn't make out.\n\nChapter 6: The Dock\n\nIt was a bit too deserted to be honestly called a port, but it had a sturdy-looking warehouse and a dock area with a ledge made of hardened concrete. This wasn't my first time at this port either. The Foxias often transport cargo by boat, and we've sometimes helped load the cargo, or come to collect cargo that arrived by boat. Even so, I?m not any good with docks. The water seems deep, with no bottom visible. The briny water would splash in your face, and you probably wouldn't be able to swim with your animal gear on anyway. So, in short, I don?t like to go near the water?s edge.\n\nThe last time I worked carrying cargo onto ships, it was a nightmare. I had to pull heavy cargo that must have weighed more than me across a shoddy bridge made of creaking boards. If the cargo fell into the sea, then I, tied to it, would fall into the sea with it... It was terrifying\n\n Back then, I was scared of the sea and hesitant, so I got whipped a lot. After that, to make matters worse, the sea breeze stung the many wounds the whip had caused. If that weren't enough, the seaside is also roaring with loud waves, the shadows of birds that suddenly run across the ground in front of you, and there are few trees so we stick out sorely, so I don?t want to stay long in such an unsettling place.\n\nBut this time I have a special job. I have to be patient and endure it, I thought, and I must see it through to the end. Wait, we won't be pulling the dragon onto the ship ourselves, right? If I?m put on the ship with the dragon... Then this might be my first job transporting a dragon, and my last.\n\nJust like the rest of our journey so far, we walked the hoisted dragon to the dock. The dragon looked extremely unwilling, but when the hunters urged it on with imposing voices and kicked its legs, it reluctantly started walking. In the wild, this dragon would be so terrifying, but here it was, right in front of us, being made to do what the Foxias, who were much weaker than it, told us to do. Tied to the same wooden frame, at least. Of course, I couldn?t ever see the dragon as a friend, just for sharing the same hardships as us.\n\nA small section at the back of the wharf had been unusually well-maintained. The ground was flat, and smoothed out to a shine. A little further ahead was a large, heavy-looking metal board and what appeared to be a floorless cage. It was the perfect size to put a dragon in, so it did not take much guessing for me to understand its purpose. The board was the floor. If one ties prey to the board and then covers it with a roof and walls like a lid, it becomes a cage with no entrance or exit- no door to strain against. The exact kind of cage a wild animal, especially a dragon, would never want to enter.\n\nEven if it were to get free inside, there was no way it could get out, as there was no entrance to begin with. After entering the dock, the dragon looked like it was having difficulty breathing, and it didn?t seem to have any energy left to resist. It seemed to be reaching its limit with the combination of tight restraints, uncomfortable position, and fatigue. It was still able to stand up on its own, but it was breathing heavily with its whole body.\n\nWe were finally approaching the cage. When the dragon saw the large metal plate to which it would be tied, it shook its head weakly and hunched its shoulders in fear. Then it sat down on the spot, looking like a rock covered in white fur. We carried the dragon the last few steps it wouldn't cover. Even as the soles of its feet scraped against the hard ground, the dragon made no attempt to walk again. We fastened the dragon to the large metal plate. The chains were still hanging up the dragon?s back, and it was on its knees, like a small animal whose grabbed by the scruff of the neck. It was breathing heavily through its gagged muzzle, but its mouth was completely dry. Some of the saliva from before had hardened into foam around its mouth had left a white, moldy mark on the stained fur.\n\nThe smell of the dragon, carried by the wind, was sometimes mixed with the smell of its dried saliva. Well, it?s only natural that half of its body would be covered in saliva after it was struggling with something like that in its mouth for days unending. If it were me, I wouldn?t resist any more if I was restrained like that, but the dragon thought it could escape halfway, so it can?t be helped.\n\nStrong-looking Foxia men working at the dock gathered around. Some of them were wearing small pins bearing the symbol of the Golden Leaf. The unfamiliar men joined the hunters and helped out with the work skillfully. The dragon was crouching on the board, its ankles being attached to the board with chains. Once the chain from its collar was attached to the board and the chain was removed from the leather gear on the dragon?s back, it promptly collapsed onto the board. It didn?t even try to pull on the chain anymore. Maybe it had given up?\n\nThe dragon remained lying there, not moving. It had been hanging the entire time it had been taken, and it was the first time it had been on the ground in days. The hunters tied every single chain extending from the dragon?s body to the board. Then, to make it even more difficult for the dragon to move, they used metal fittings to shorten the length of the chains, crimping them down where any slightly forgiving slack remained.\n\nWith the dragon safely delivered and our job done, it was finally time for a break. First, the reins were changed for shorter ones. Next, the chains and metal fittings that had been fastening our bodies to the frame were removed, and then all at once, we had freedom again.\n\nWe moved our stiff muscles and stretched fully for the first time in several days. The hunters came and helped us out of the frame, tying the reins to a nearby tethering pole. We still had our animal gear on, and our bits still in place, so we wouldn?t be getting any food or water for a while, but we were just happy to be freed from the frame at this point.\n\nAround us, the other Rideas looked hungry. I wanted a drink too, but some food certainly wouldn't hurt. Still, I had some small reason to be happy about being tied up here. I couldn?t help but wonder what would happen to the dragon from now on. My legs were too exhausted for much else, so I decided to lie down on the ground and watch.\n\nBefore I knew it, the wooden frame that had been so imposing a moment ago had disappeared. It seemed the Hunters had dismantled it and separated it into several smaller parts. Some of the metal pins that held the frame together were much thicker than even my bit. Perhaps the frame was designed to allow a dragon several times our weight to be carried while suspended, even if it really refused to walk.\n\nChapter 7: Dragons and Rideas\n\nAfter checking that the dragon was restrained, the hunters removed its bridle. When the large ball was finally removed from the dragon?s mouth, sticky strings of saliva fell from it. The dragon, whose mouth was free for the first time in a long time, finally spoke. It had stubbornly refused to use common language up until now, perhaps because it thought that if it missed this opportunity, the next time it would be on the ship.\n\n\"Please... let me go...\" The dragon?s voice was filled with desperate emotion.\n\nThe hunter didn?t reply. It spoke in beautiful common language with almost no accent. The volume of its voice was not much different from that of the fox tribe, so it would be easy to miss it if you weren?t paying close attention. Its voice sounded somewhere between male and female. When the hunter ignored the dragon, it spoke again.\n\n\"I... will go into the cage, so take this off... it?s embarrassing... disgusting...\"\n\nThe dragon easily kills and eats both Rideas and Foxia, and despite its imposing stature, its voice sounds like that of a child trying to act grown up, and it surprisingly didn?t give off the nature of a dragon species at all.\n\nBut the hunter still didn?t reply to what the dragon said, and didn?t even look at the dragon. He loosely tied the long reins that were hanging from the bridle he had removed to prevent them from getting tangled, and placed them in the corner of the heavy floor where the dragon was tied up.\n\nI thought the ball the dragon was holding in its mouth was metal, but it didn?t make any kind of sound like that. The ball was much lighter than metal, but it seemed hard enough not to be chewed to pieces. I wonder what it?s made of. The tools we are forced to bite are metal or leather, so if there?s something else, I?d like to try biting it some other time.\n\nThe hunter told the slave dragon to get some water for the dragon. The dragon looked a little relieved. Perhaps he was hoping that they would go easy on him. After a while, the Advancea returned with a large wooden bucket full of water. When the hunter tipped the bucket towards the dragon, it skillfully caught the water in its mouth. The dragon?s collar restricted its freedom of movement, but it raised what little length of head it could move and drank the water, trying not to spill any.\n\nIt had struggled so much and sweated a lot. It must have been very thirsty by now. However, it seems that the reason the hunters gave the dragon water was to \"teach it\" a little. They also brought in some strange tools. Mia said that \"fear and pain are necessary to control prey.\" Us Rideas do our best even without fear. I wonder if wild Rideas are different? And I?m sure dragons need it. They?re big, they kill a lot of Foxias, and they think they?re stronger than the Foxias.\n\nCome to think of it, the hunter clan I belong to, Golden Leaf, mainly does transportation and capture of live animals. That?s why they rarely hurt their prey. Of course, rarely compared to others, that is. But those hunters were threatening the dragon right now.\n\nAccording to them, the scary Foxia hunters break the bones of animals, even if they?re for sale, rip out their claws and fangs, nail them to boards, and sometimes even hang them tied up until they can no longer move their arms and legs. Since I?m not involved, I?m listening to the hunters? stories calmly as usual, but I?m sure the dragon is very scared.\n\nEven so, I?m sure the hunters didn?t expect me to be here, eavesdropping on their conversation. It?s kind of like they?re playing a prank on him, and it?s a little amusing. By the way, according to the hunters, it seems like the dragon is going to be treated badly again.\n\nI feel sorry for the dragon too. But everyone is working to keep the dragon secure. That dragon is, so to speak, the main character. And I?m just a supporting character watching over it. Because I?m a supporting character, I don?t get any attention at all, I just stay here, watching and listening.\n\nLooking into the eyes of the dragon that had finished drinking its water, the hunter said. \"By the way, we told you that all we allowed you to do was walk quietly, moan, and suffer. We did not give you the right to speak.\"\n\nThe windea's body jumped as if it had been whipped in the face. A strong sense of agitation and impatience was written on its face.\n\n\"I?m going to make you bite this now.\" The hunter foxia showed the dragon a very different bridle to the one he had been wearing earlier. The bridle was also quite dirty, with hardened white dirt stuck to it here and there. The leather strap around the mouth had also turned black. The part of the bridle that went into the mouth had a large iron ring, not a ball or a bit.\n\nI?m sure it?s a bit that keeps its mouth open so that the hunter can freely touch its tongue and fangs and put things in its mouth. But... surely, he won?t pull out its fangs or tongue...?\n\nThe moment after the hunter told the dragon to put the bit on, I was surprised. The dragon listened to the hunter and opened his mouth obediently. And then, despite having the iron ring put into its mouth and a look of humiliation in its eyes, he even moved his disabled head and assumed a position that would make it easier to fasten the metal fittings. I was amazed. For such a big, scary and strong dragon to obey the Foxia tribe so easily strained belief. And to obey an order to wear restraints, which is undoubtedly a humiliating order for a dragon, no less.\n\nThat said, even though I could beat the Foxias one-on-one, but I still put on my restraints and tack. I think the Foxia tribe is really amazing. Once the hunter had finished adjusting all the metal fittings, the dragon?s mouth was forced wide open by to the large metal ring that it was biting into. Then other hunters brought in two of the riding Rideas. Both riding Rideas were male, and although the hunters were holding the reins, they seemed somewhat uneasy. I couldn?t see them before, but I think these two were probably the leaders during the transport, the two who were at the front of the procession.\n\nBoth had finished their work, and some of the sweat that covered their entire bodies had even turned white and foamy. But both ridden Rideas were so absorbed in something in front of them that they looked as if they would shake off the hunters? attempts to stop them. The hunter put his foot on the dragon?s head and said,\n\n\"These two have suffered unnecessarily because of your rampage. Part of your punishment will be to comfort them. With that stupid mouth of yours, you will clean the dirtiest places on these two animals. Until they are satisfied, of course. When you?re done, I?ll put that disgusting ball of yours back in.\"\n\nMy heart skipped a beat, but I didn?t know why. I could feel a tingling sensation around my front legs, and my heart was beating faster... I definitely felt an indescribable sense of elation. The first Ridea moved closer to the dragon?s head. Then, being careful not to step on it, he climbed over the dragon?s head and began to press his crotch against the dragon?s head, rubbing it against it.\n\nWe Rideas weren?t forced to let out all our juices like the dragon had, but we had been walking in the heat for days. Our harnesses were tighter and more musty than usual, and they were wrapped around our bodies in convoluted, layered ways, so I?m sure our crotches were steaming and smelling awful by this point.\n\n\"Ugh! Hmm!\" the dragon let out a pained cry. Since we were in twilight, I couldn?t see very clearly, but I think the odd thing that was gradually getting bigger between the Ridea's hind legs was the same object they use for excretion and mating. Of course, I know how filthy that place gets after a day?s work, so I couldn?t believe my eyes.\n\nThe Ridea was trying to force his male member, which was stiff as far as it could be, into the dragon?s mouth. The dragon tried to resist with all its might, but since his whole body was restrained five times over, he couldn?t keep escaping forever.\n\n\"Ngh! Ggh! Aahhh!!!''\n\nThe poor dragon, with a foreign object thrust deep into its throat, retched violently. Every time the Ridea moved his hips, the dragon?s agony and the filthy sound of mucus being kneaded echoed around the dock. The dragon, unable to even turn its face away due to the short chain fastened to its collar and its horns, could only endure it desperately. As this continued endlessly, as if asking for forgiveness that it would never receive, I began to feel more and more sorry for the dragon.\n\n\"Now, lick it properly! It will take as long as it takes!\" The dragon let out a long, small shriek like the poor little Ridea, but it was drowned out midway. The Ridea's crotch was pressed against the dragon?s mouth to its limit. His shoulders shook with pleasure for a little while, but after taking a few breaths, he began to move his hips again. Well, I understand how that feels.\n\nWe have no way to comfort ourselves, and even when we?re not in heat, males still have a lot of pent-up need. I?ve never been with a female, and of course I?ve never even thought of a dragon?s mouth. I wonder if it feels good. It feels like the dragon has nothing built up inside, though...\n\nWhile the Ridea took a moment to rest, the dragon coughed, trying to spit out the filthy things in its mouth. A wealth of mucus and some kind of unknown substance gushed out of the dragon?s mouth, splattering and staining the surface of the board. The dragon?s face seemed to be floating in a sea of ??filthy bodily fluids, but the first Ridea continued its uncontrollable torture. The wind carried the body odor of the two animals, and some kind of unidentifiable fishy smell.\n\nAs I was wondering what the true nature of the unfamiliar smell was, Mia came up next to me and said, taking the reins. \"I?ll clean you up.\"\n\nFor a moment, imagining this impossible future, I felt my face heat up. I then hastily pretended to be normal. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Mia was the same as always. Mia pulled on the reins, and I left the place, glancing sideways at the suffering dragon. I don?t know exactly what happened after that, but I think it was the worst experience the dragon could bear.\n\nAfter walking a little, I came across a small building. Green ivy was growing on the white walls, and it looked like it was still in use. A big tree gave needed shade next to the house. The trunk was thicker than my body, and the grass was cut short around it, providing just the right amount of shade to rest. Mia changed my bridle for one without a bit. \n\nIt was quiet for a while afterwards, but I didn't mind it at all. Mia loosely tied the bridle to a thick branch of the tree and began grooming me. Mia removed the harness from my body and dried my soggy fur with a clean towel. The wind blew the sweat-damp fur away as the comb passed over it.\n\nShe talked to me constantly, saying things like \"You did a great job\" and \"Is there anything itchy?\" Hearing that voice made me feel relieved and sleepy. I?ve worked really hard these past few days and my whole body is exhausted. With the shade, the nice breeze, and the brushing of Mia... I guess it?s no wonder I fell into a deep sleep. My little guardian seemed to be fast asleep too, buried in my stomach fluff.\n\nAfter that, I went for an evening walk with another hunter. When we went to check out the dock, the dragon was already in its cage, lying there with the ball muzzle back on, just as the hunter had said. When the hunter who was with me noticed that I wanted to see the dragon, he allowed me to do so for a while.\n\nAt this point, it will certainly be a voyage over sea. I wonder how many days it will take. There doesn?t seem to be any need to worry about the dragon escaping during it. That cage doesn?t have an entrance or exit, anyway. But on the other hand, it would be terrible if the ship sank. I hope the dragon makes it to port safely, and becomes a proper well-behaved mount. Because, you see, being a mount means many different things, and it?s quite fun once you get used to it!\n\n8. Epilogue\n\n\"That?s the story I wrote,\" said the Hunter, leaning his arm over the middle of the three poles blocking the door to the Ridea's cell and peering inside.\n\nHe was holding a handmade book in his hand, gazing at the Ridea, who was called Risty, with a grin. \"Dragons were very popular in villages and towns. They?re not that rare these days, though. Don?t you think it?s fun to be able to torture a dragon like that? Their huge body flopping around like a fish, in agony from the torture....\"\n\nThe Hunter did not miss the way the Ridea, who was called Risty, twitched his ears in interest. Then he continued. \"Actually, I wanted to join in on the dragon torture as well. I think I?m pretty skilled at it. And that smell kind of arouses my desires, doesn?t it? You can?t expect that kind of power or heat from a Foxia prostitute, so I was wondering if there was a big one somewhere that would be worth torturing.\"\n\nThe Hunter closed the book with a bang and continued. \"So... then...\" The Hunter took out a large, dirty ball gag from a linen bag on the ground. The pungent smell of dry saliva drifted around. \"To celebrate the completion of the dragon capture, I was given a lot of leftover tools. They can be reused you know, and they?re all common items among those who handle dragons. That said, they were quite expensive. They?re for dragons, but with your body size, you can wear them too, right?\" A suspicious smile and curiosity appeared on the Hunter?s face. \"Now, Risty...?\"\n\nObedient, gentle, and a little timid, the Ridea timidly opened his mouth when he saw the bridle being offered to him. Despite being a male, he was sexy and lowered his big, cute eyes as best he could. He was a little embarrassed, and desperately tried to hide the anticipation and excitement excitement in his heart.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1: Departure

The domesticated Ridea species doesn't appear so different to the tribe of Foxias that rule the land, but only in the facial features. We Rideas are quadrupeds, and are much heavier, larger, and more powerful than the Foxias. Even with our heads held high, our shoulders are horizontal to our tails, and they only come as high as the shoulders of one of the Foxias.

\tWe don't walk upright or wear clothes as the Foxia tribe does. However, we can pull heavy objects and run much faster on all four legs, even with a Foxia on our back. We also eat many times more food than the Foxia, and are not picky about what that food may be: we will eat just about anything. Except for the Foxia, of course.

\tThe natural enemy of the Ridea is the Windea, although the Foxias often call them Dragons instead, referring to their attacks from the sky. However, the dangerous dragons have been extensively hunted by the Foxias and few remain. Those that survive are even less inclined to approach a town full of Foxias any more. Even if they did, a Ridea can always run away much faster and can even use their admittedly short horns if needed.

\tWell, if we weren't often tied up, and if our horns did not grow backwards... Even if a dragon did come by, I'm sure somebody would protect us. To the Foxia tribe, we are partners, a valuable labor force ...and fresh meat to be harvested at any time... But let's not think about that right now.

\tI'm a grey, short-haired male Ridea, a mount kept by the Foxias. My name is Risty. Mia gave me this cute name. Rideas don't speak the same language as the Foxias, and can't understand it much better, but there are exceptions to every rule, and some of the smart Rideas have learned to understand it well enough. When I say smart, I only mean the same as a Foxia child, but even that is exceptional for a Ridea. I am one of these exceptions, and I can even speak a bit of the Foxias' language! ``Good morning'', ``Thank you'' and such. I am also secretly practicing ``I'll do my best, so please don't turn me into meat''!

\tEven though I understand their language, I still live pretending to be a normal Ridea. I never speak in front of the hunters, though during work I'm wearing a bit, so I can't do much speaking anyway. A bit is a leather or iron tool they put in our mouths, used to give directions to animals being ridden. When wearing the bit, we also wear a bridle - several leather straps that wrap around the head. Once put on, we can't take the bridle off. Even if we shake our head or roll on the ground, it will not slip loose. It's a very strange and slightly restrictive tool made to match the shape of our heads.

\tAnyway, as always, I pretend to be a normal, very loyal and obedient Ridea. I'm actually quite uncomfortable wearing the bit, but I do my best not to flinch when it's put on, and I even try to bite the bit myself. If I'm good, the hunter looks at me with kind eyes, pets me on the cheeks a lot, and praises me. Of course, that doesn't make my gear any comfier. On the contrary, because I'm the most patient, I'm usually given the spare, ill-fitting riding gear and even more luggage to carry. Still, if it means a lighter burden for the other Rideas, I think I'm okay with that.

The early morning breeze brought with it the smell of trees, bedstraw, and breakfast. Even though the sun had not yet risen, the slightly humid and warm wind promised that today would be a hot one. Even so, there were many more voices and footsteps than usual this morning. To be honest, they were so noisy that I woke up much earlier than usual.

I work for the top-class hunter clan ``Golden Leaf''. My role is, of course, to be a mount, carrying cargo and hunters on my back. Although the hunters are merciless with their prey, they take great care of us Rideas. They groom us every morning when they aren't busy hunting, keep our rooms clean, and provide plenty of dry bedding to keep us comfortable. The water is fresh, and we are never short on food.

Today's breakfast was cooked rice with lots of chopped beans sprinkled over top. It was a little bland for me, but the freshly made rice and the many fresh ingredients was fluffy and steaming hot, and tasted wonderful. The Foxias don't seem to like rice very much, but I often think it a shame not to eat something so wonderfully delicious and filling. Maybe they just don't like how it sticks to their fur when they eat it.

Normally, a Ridea would be engrossed in such a delicious meal, but I'm a bit of an abnormal Ridea, so I took to my daily routine of watching the Foxia tribe while I ate.

Mia is a younger female member of the tribe, who doesn't seem to have much experience hunting. Her limbs are slender and she doesn't have much stamina, so she's often given odd jobs to help build up her strength. Today, Mia was wearing an unfamiliar outfit: a short red cape tied awkwardly to her, worrying me that she might snag it somewhere and choke herself. On her chest was a brand-new light piece of armor made of leather and metal. It was a hunter's outfit, but it looked so warm that I wished she would take it off for now. I wondered if this was some sort of training for Mia.

She was carrying a sturdy leather and metal harness- another type of gear that for animals to wear, made of many leather straps, metal fittings, and cushioning leather patting. We wear them when pulling animal carts or wagons, but they also use them to force us to hold our heads up, or to prevent us from lifting our heads at all. The full harness is usually too heavy for the Foxias, so they are divided into several pieces to make them easier to carry, before being connected around our bodies as one piece of equipment.

Just by looking at the gear Mia brought over, I could tell what my work for the day would be. In front of me were a familiar collar and pack saddle. The straps were designed to distribute the weight over many belts. So, I guessed my job today was to carry luggage. However, a large unfamiliar cushion-like object made of indented leather was also fastened to the pack saddle. Come to think of it, my pack saddle had several never-used metal fittings that occasionally make their presence known by tapping against my saddle while I walk.

Mia wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm. The sturdy harnesses felt heavy even for my large body, and she was already carrying the weight of five mounts. It was much too hard work to do so early in the morning, but still, Mia's round eyes sparkled with curiosity, and it was clear that she was enjoying her job. She made numerous trips back and forth, placing the harness pieces one after another in front of my cell before moving onto the other mount's cells.

It seemed that the others feeding had finished their meals. I stuck my head out to see what was going on, and saw Mia harnessing up the other Rideas. The familiar clanging sound of the metal fittings echoed through the wooden building. The harnesses and tack for riding have many different metal fittings and are complicated to make, so I can understand them being very difficult to put on and take off. It would be a lot easier if we were allowed to do that ourselves, though. Just as I finished licking up the last few grains of rice, it was my turn.

``Well then Risty, it's your turn. I'm looking forward to today!''

Mia came into my cell with her usual angelic smile and a friendly air. Even though what she was holding constricted our bodies and turned us into tools, I felt like I could bear it for Mia's sake.

She lifted up a large collar, an extremely heavy and sturdy one used to pull carts with. She held it high up so that I could easily put my head through it, and, as always, I went through the collar opening willingly. The large ring passed my field of vision, and it felt almost ceremonial in nature, like we were both vowing to do our best today.

 As the collar was laid down on my shoulders, its weight was apparent. She worked quietly placing the harness down as well, as if made of wind. I tilted my head back to align the collar, and before I knew it the saddle was on my back. Mia deftly slipped between my body and the wall, attaching the harness around me. Every time I heard the sound of the metal fittings, part of me tensed up. While I concentrated on staying still, one leather strap was put in a different place than usual. It felt tight around my waist, making me uneasy. Was there a belt going around the back of my thighs?

The harness seemed a little different from the usual. There were more straps around my waist, and it felt like my whole body was being held down. To be honest, it was hard to move. What was I going to be doing with this?

After Mia finished strapping down the harness, she brought me my bridle. Without this item, my job would probably be much easier, but most Rideas use the bit to follow instructions, so I followed suit. Being a beast of burden is pretty tough.

She didn't immediately put the bridle on me however. Instead, she moved on to putting on the other creatures' harnesses. She was doing her best to make sure that we Rideas spent as little time bridled as possible. I always love that about her.

After long enough though, Mia harnessed up the rest of the Rideas set to work that day, and the hunters led them out of the stable in turn. She returned to my cell, entering through the half-open door and picking up the bridle.

``I'm sorry'' she gently said.

I could tell she meant it sincerely, but I could also sense her strictness as a master. A dominating strength that told me resistance is useless, that I have no choice but to obey.

The metal bridle was clean and shiny - Mia always makes sure to clean them after use. I gently opened my maw and took the cool metal in my mouth. I used my tongue to move it to the back of my mouth where it didn't impede on my fangs. As my tongue touched it, it made a rattling sound. The bit was an iron bar with loops on both ends, and a joint in the middle of the mouthpiece allowed it to move somewhat more freely. This was actually one of the better bits; leather ones quickly develop an unpleasant odor, and others with protrusions to hold back the tongue. Before I came here, I even remember ones with spikes... they were so painful. My mouth was covered in cuts, throbbing in pain for days, and even drinking water was awful.

Several hunters came into the stable, apparently to help Mia. They were putting the bits on the rest of the creatures, and I could hear them scolding the other Rideas over the sound of clanking bits.

Finally dressed from head to tail in my riding tack, Mia led me out of the cell. The feeling of the tight gear all over was uncomfortable, but it also gave a sense of security, like I was being protected. Well, as long as I was wearing this, I really was truly protected.

Mia held my reins firmly, just below the bit, guiding me. I walked carefully, matching my stride with hers. This moment was my favorite... Mia looking only at me, speaking to me gently. As for me, I was mostly nervous that I might kick her while we're walking, or soil her with the drool dripping around the edge of my bit. Come to think of it, I wondered who will hold my reins for this job. I would be very happy if Mia could take them...

All the Rideas were out of their stables and gathered in front of a large warehouse. There were also some Ridea pups, and hunters I did not recognize. Many people were there: 14 in total, including me, but only 6 were wearing riding gear. So, I guessed, the remaining eight of us were carrying the load.

To be honest, carrying the load is the easier job; you don't have to concentrate so closely on specific instructions. However, riding requires more skill, so I would rather be in charge of that. Also, even though the load-bearing harness has a smaller saddle, the many extra straps end up making it overall hotter and stuffier, especially this time of year.

And, to be honest, the other hunters scare me. They hit us a lot, and use spurs. Not only do the spurs hurt greatly, but they can even leave scars behind. Mia wears the spurs too, but when she uses them, she only uses them gently. With even a slight touch, I can tell what she wants. Well, I'm sure any Ridea can tell Mia's instructions instantly. After all, she's the most skilled rider this hunter clan has.

Not long after, we were all tied together in a line without any load, and we began to move together. We made good pace of course. Since we were empty of any load, it felt like just a light stroll.

After half a day of walking, we arrived at a hut near the forest. It had a familiar symbol painted on it: even though it was quite far from our village, this was also the hunters' property.

While I was lost in thought, the tools for the day's work were being assembled in front of me. There was a wooden arch reminiscent of a gallows, with poles and branches poking out either side of the arch to hold it up. The wooden frame was supported with eight wooden platforms to prevent it from falling over as well.

The poles on each side had metal fittings for fastening Rideas to, so it looked like we would be transporting it vertically. Oh! But this arch has a metal collar hanging from a chain, perfect for hanging something from. Judging from its size, it's probably not for a Ridea, right? There were also thick chains, iron rings, and sturdy-looking ropes prepared all around. As I was anxiously examining the arch, I heard the hunters talking about a dragon.

I see! A dragon would fit just right under this arch. If this was a wooden frame to tie down a captured dragon and prevent escape, the position of the chain made a lot more sense. I'd never carried a dragon before, so this would be my first experience. I was a little excited, but nervous more than anything. I hoped the dragon wouldn't kill me...

All eight of us were placed in our positions. Although each of our harnesses were shaped slightly differently, they all had the same general structure as mine, and each of our saddles had indentations to support the cross bars of the wooden frame along with thick cushioning.

A hunter first instructed us to lie down, then to move sideways. It was a bit of an unusual movement, but being Rideas of a hunter clan, we had been trained to make all sorts of strange movements.

I managed to slide my body under the cross bar, and the Ridea to my left and I were tied to the frame first. Because the front and back of my body were both fastened to the frame, my body was directly under the bar. By the way, my neighbor today was a grassland-breed female with a long mane.

The other Rideas were tied to the frame one by one. Once all eight were moved in place, the hunters ordered us to slowly stand up. Just before I was fully upright, I felt the weight of it on my back. It was quite heavy, but with everyone else's help it was much more manageable.

The hunters quickly fastened the cross bar of the platform to our pack saddles. As they tightened the fittings, the bar of the arch became firmly fixed, as if it had become part of our backs.

When the supporting wooden base was finally removed, the platform wobbled a little. I was worried for a moment that we might tip over, but thankfully our different harnesses helped quickly stabilize it. It seemed that whenever the platform tilted, the Ridea on the other side could put the weight on their hips to straighten it out.

We carried the platform like this for a while. The distance between each Ridea was much wider than we would usually have with a two-beast cart. This allowed for good room to breathe, and for the time being at least, was more comfortable than the usual work. However, the harnesses were firmly fixed around our entire body so that they couldn't slip even a little, and they were equally firmly attached to the wooden frame, so it took a while to get used to the unusual cadence of walking in them. After walking a while further though the forest, and all of the Rideas had finally begun walking in near-perfect step with each other, we were finally commanded to stop.

It was there, just beyond the large bushes.

Among the countless ropes and chains, I could make out pure white fur, hair like the night sky under a full moon. A pair of large wings with dark membranes sprouted from its back. Two stone-colored horns faced backwards, each forked into a large and small protrusion near the base. It had digitigrade legs like ours but much stronger, and hands similar to a Foxia. It was a Windea.

The dragon was tightly restrained, with metal shackles and chains over all of its limbs, and a harness around its body. Ropes and chains stretched out from the front, back, left, and right of the dragon connecting it to the nearby trees. I had only ever seen these dragons as predators, attacking from the sky and breaking a Ridea's neck with a single kick. This one seemed unable to move at all... how on earth did they manage to catch such a terrifying creature?

The other Rideas were naturally shaken at the sight of the dragon too. It had been a while since any of them had seen a dragon up close, when they were just pups living out on the plains. The metal fittings fastened over my body turned the trembling of my heart into sound.

We moved forward anxiously and positioned the wooden frame directly above the dragon. The execution-like frame was positioned hanging over top. We couldn't sit because we were tied to the frame, but we crouched down as best as we could as instructed by the hunter. It felt more like we were hanging from the frame. While the hunters were tying the dragon to the frame, we supported it like living weights.

Ropes were attached to the frame and pulled to hoist the dragon up. The creature left out a couple of soft groans and began to thrash violently. Seeing the many chains attached to the frame, it must have realized immediately that if it were successfully tied to this, it would be the end.

However, the dragon, pulled from three directions by numerous ropes, was powerless, like an insect caught in a spider's web. It twisted its body, trying somehow to grasp for a way to freedom, its undulating fur outlining the powerful muscles of a wild animal. The dragon's desperate resistance was in vain, as the collar fastened firmly to the wooden frame was fastened to it in turn, and a chain was linked to the back of the leather gear.

Chapter 2: The Dragon

``Now! Stand up, right here!''

I heard the hunter's command and the crack of a whip. It was time to set off. I tried to obey the orders, but the harness tightly fastened to the wooden frame resisted. The other Rideas hadn't fully stood up either, and the dragon was putting up a desperate final struggle, throwing its weight around to prevent being lifted.

``Stand up! Lift the dragon!'' he ordered again. We tried as hard as we could, but it wasn't going well.

One of the hunters approached the dragon. He put his weight on the reins attached to the dragon's maw and tugged, leaving the Windea no choice but to turn its head to the right... Incidentally letting me get a direct view of its eyes.

The creature's eyes were beautiful. Its elegant brown, earthy eyes were intelligent, filled with courage and pride. It knew it would never give up, and it was very, very angry.

But the dragon's greatest weapon, its fangs, were completely sealed up. It was forced to hold a large muzzle in its mouth, held tightly in place by a bridle wrapping around outside. Unable to close it, the animal's maw was overflowing with drool that dripped defiantly on the hunter's gloves as he held the reins, leaving a dark, dirty string on them.

Holding the dragon's snout in one hand, the hunter spoke directly to the dragon with the most frightening face I have ever seen, not caring one bit how dirty his gloves were.

``Listen here you slow, stupid Windea. I've taken all of your strengths away. There are three things you can do now: walk quietly, moan, and suffer.''

As if in retaliation, the creature growled lowly and leaned towards the hunter. A chill went down my spine. As I gazed upon the dragon's mouth and the large, glistening white fangs bordering it with unease, the wind suddenly carried the smell of its saliva over. The smell wasn't too different to that of us Rideas. As I mentioned earlier, Rideas have to wear the bit during work, all of the Rideas in my clan do. It's only inevitable that saliva would run around their mouths, dirtying them. As a result, all of us smell a little bit like saliva when working. It's a smell that's familiar to me, as daily as the wind blowing through the trees in the forest and grasslands. Perhaps I felt just the smallest bit of kinship with this dragon...

At first, I was a little embarrassed to work with a constant white stain around my mouth, but all Rideas feel that way once in a while. Mia didn't mind, and just stroked me. In fact, Mia wipes the dirt around my mouth before the discomfort of my sticky mouth becomes unbearable. But even Mia, who is so kind, didn't wipe the dragon's mouth. If I was left with all of that sticky and sloppy filth, it would get unbearably uncomfortable. And all that drool would soak into the bridle, and by the next morning it would wear so awful that I would never want to wear it again.

Well, the smell that wafted from the dragon was not dissimilar from a bridle that had been removed after work. A slightly fishy smell that seemed to burn the back of the nose.

``You think you've got value at the market, don't you? You think that even if we hurt you and make you feel pain, that you won't be harmed. Well, you're dead wrong. Sometimes, we cut the tendons in your wings and limbs while you're tied up and sell them off to butchers. We make good money off of that, you know.''

I saw the dragon flinch at the threat. Even here, I could see that the dragon who had until this moment acted so strong and prideful, shrank back.

``So... Do you feel like walking a little now?'' the hunter challenged.

The dragon didn't nod, just glared at him and slowly began trying to stand up. Still, with both its arms tied behind its back, balancing wasn't an easy feat for it.

The whip cracked again. This time, the dragon seemed reluctant to stand up any further. Wobbling from side to side, it relied on the ropes and chains to carry its body. The Rideas and I helped pick up the slack it left behind. The wooden frame lifted surprisingly easily until about halfway, when suddenly the chains holding the dragon pulled taut and it became ponderously heavy. Still, this was our area of expertise. We managed to slowly lift it somehow, and once we were fully stood up it hardly weighed more than my usual luggage. All of the driving gear we wore stuck tightly to our bodies, but it didn't hurt. Our equipment was designed to cushion the force, and it performed admirably. At times like these, I always thought about how amazing the Foxia tribe is. After all, they manage to carry something normally impossible like this by working together, but they have other really clever methods too. Plus, the equipment they give us is very useful for us as well. The bit helps us clearly follow instructions, and the saddle protects my back. If the saddle were to slip, it would hurt my back, so we use lots of leather straps around my chest and rear to help keep it in place. Surrounding the dragon, which had now become a bit more cooperative, we made our way through the forest.

Chapter 3: Punishment

When we finally emerged from the forest, it seemed that we had entered ruins of some sort. Most of the collapsed buildings were buried and overgrown with grass. From his sack, the hunter retrieved a metal rod about the length of my nose, attached to a leather strap. The rod was about the width of three of his fingers and tapered off at one end, with the thicker end shaped like the top of a stake with a loop on the end. I wondered what he was going to do with this.

``I'm going to give you a little punishment now for your behavior. Whether you show remorse or not doesn't matter, there will be no breaks. Think about this next time you try to resist.''

I wondered what sort of punishment a dragon would receive. It seemed that the hunters had a rule: when I received physical punishment, it would always be with a leather whip or a wooden stick thinner than a hunter's finger. It may hurt a lot, but it was not a serious or permanent injury. But some of the slave dragon children are whipped so hard that their backs are torn open...

The hunter showed the dragon the metal rod. ``Do you know what this is? This is a metal fitting that acts as an anchor to prevent the rope from slipping when restraining an animal. It's inserted into the anus of the prey.''

...Wow.

I saw the dragon flinch, but I too was unsettled by the idea.

``I sometimes use it on Rideas too. It reinforces their binds, and also punishes them for being violent.''

...Is that so?

Now that I think about it, Mia often sticks her finger up my rear. It seems I can imagine the Ridea's condition... I've even seen a female Ridea scream when a Foxia tribe member lightly scratches her buttocks. I think she said something about a child... I'm a male, so of course I've never had anyone put their arm inside me.

The hunter told the dragon to present its rear. He said that if it didn't, it would be even more painful. Naturally, the dragon lowered its tail, putting up some resistance. The hunters gathered around, Mia among them. There was also a slave boy, wearing an iron collar, one of the ones that have appeared around of late. It looked like a Windea, but it had no wings or horns and stood almost upright. It's a small dragon species called an Advancea, but more usually called a slave dragon. They're a race that used to live in this area, but must have been outcompeted by the Foxias, and now most of them are used as slaves.

The gathered captors put a harness that looked like two collars put together around the dragon's tail, and linked it to the metal fittings of a harness being fastened around its body. With its tail lifted up and fixed in place, the dragon seemed to give up resisting. Judging from the clanging sounds of the restraints, the dragon's only confidence was in its expression.

The slave slowly inserted the rod into the dragon's butt. The dragon flinched for a moment as the rod went in, pulling on the ropes and chains that bound it with all its strength, but it hardly moved, simply resolving to endure in silent fury.

Does having the rod inserted hurt? If so, I wondered if it hurt more than being whipped. I didn't know, and couldn't even imagine it.

The rod was finally inserted all the way in, then pulled out and inserted again. This was repeated for a long while... Each time the rod was pushed in all the way, the dragon stopped breathing involuntarily, in pure agony.

Another hunter brought in a new rod, thicker than the last one. The metal rod that had only just been inserted all the way was roughly pulled out of the dragon's ass. The hapless creature let out an indescribable cry, and then the new rod was immediately inserted. It instinctively pulled on the chain to escape the pain. Even watching from here, I could feel the pain. It made me break out in a cold sweat.

The hunter then picked out the thickest rod he had, and slowly pushed it into the dragon's ass, which was quite wide open by this point. The animal trembled in agony and fell to its knees. As the rod went in deeper, the dragon's groans turned into an unrestrained scream that sounded like raw hide being torn off, and huge tears spilled from its eyes.

It looked painful, and if that was the case, a whip might have been easier... After some time, the rod was inserted all the way in, and a strap was passed through the loop on its end, running between the dragon's legs to under its tail, holding it in place tightly. It was hardly struggling much at this point... its breathing was rough.

We didn't get very far that day. The dragon was walking slowly, and even the hunters did not try to hurry it. Watching the dragon suffer in front of my eyes, it gradually became more and more painful. But I'm just a beast, and one of many... I can't help it.

Chapter 4: Draining

 It was dusk, on the second day. Our steps were slow, but the changing scenery told us we were making steady progress. We passed by by a large collapsed stone structure, an old defensive base perhaps? It seemed to be from the same era as the ruins we had seen yesterday. The Hunters seemed to be moving through the remains of an ancient civilization. Maybe it was because the sky was open.

Then, suddenly, it came. The Hunters glared at the sky. A dragon. A wild dragon.

I shivered. This is bad. This is very bad. We?re going to be killed. No, not just killed. We?re the perfect setting to be tortured to death. What should I do? I don?t want to die yet!

The Hunters took out their bows, strung the strings, and scattered to protect their ranks. Oh, that?s right, what about Mia? Will Mia protect us? No, Mia needs to get away. Even though she?s skilled at riding, Mia is still a novice hunter. There?s no way she can beat a dragon. Mia had said that the only dragons that dared to approach the Foxia tribe were dangerous ones.

Dragons have been attacking the Foxia tribe on a whim since ancient times, but as the Foxias grew stronger, more dragons were captured or killed, and as a result, fewer dragons targeted the Foxias. But once a dragon makes a move, the outcome is always tragic. Mia, I want you to run to somewhere in the nearby ruins, somewhere in a small hole, in the shadow of a collapsed pillar, somewhere out of the dragon?s reach. Why am I holding the bit in my mouth at a time like this? If not, I could tell it to run. Many thoughts ran through my head, but in the end the dragon didn?t attack. It just watched us from afar.

Ultimately though, we walked all the way along the river, and even when we came close to the entrance to the underground passage on the outskirts of the ruins, the wild dragon didn?t move. Instead, it let out a mocking, high-pitched cry. The cowed dragon we were carrying shook its body in frustration, and the heavy chains holding it all clattered together. While I was distracted by the wild dragon, I stepped in a warm puddle.

Looking ahead, I saw the dragon trembling slightly. And every time the dragon moved its feet, something like a splash of water splashed everywhere. Seeing that, I suddenly understood. It seemed that the dragon?s time had finally come. Ever since we started carrying the dragon, I had been wondering. Every morning before we left, we had already defecated before leaving, but I had never seen it defecate even once. The dragon had been tied up the whole time, with a belt around its crotch over its loincloth, and it couldn?t have been taken off even once while I was awake. I was even beginning to wonder if the dragon didn?t defecate at all. But it turns out he had simply been holding it in. For two whole days.

Dragons are creatures with the same intelligence as the Foxias, so it would probably be extremely embarrassing for them to let it all out in front of everyone. The dragon?s desperate efforts were in vain, and his loincloth was now soaked. If it was the Foxias? plan to make him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, then it had succeeded. The water that overflowed from between the dragon?s legs, which could hardly be called clean, sometimes dribbled down the stained loincloth, and sometimes trickled down the dragon?s feet, wetting the soles of all our paws.

The accumulated urine of two days was very pungent, and smelled almost nauseating. It was definitely seeping into our paws as well... If it had been another Ridea's that would be one thing, but Dragon Pee...

As I stepped in the warm puddles over and over again, but continued walking trying not to think about anything, I gradually began to not care. As long as I didn?t get some strange disease, it was probably fine. More than that, I wanted to go home quickly, have these leather straps and bits removed, and finally get a good night?s sleep in a soft, clean bed. And I also wanted to eat some northern deer meat. Some big, fresh meat.

We entered the underground passage. For the dragon, not being able to see the sky was probably enough to make it uneasy. It seemed like it wanted to look up at the sky for a moment, but the dragon, who was still producing rivers of filth like a spring, didn?t have the energy to do any more. It was pushed unceremoniously through the doorframe and entered the underground passage. Soon, we passed through what seemed to be a large gate and entered a dark, damp, and musty underground passage.

Chapter 5: A Small Village

Morning finally came. A cool breeze blew under cloudy skies. It looked like it would be an easy day for walking today. Last night I couldn?t sleep very well. They removed our bridles and bits, and gave us water and food, but we slept still in our harnesses, holstered to the wooden frame.

During the night, we had the role of weighting the frame so that the dragon would not escape. They only removed the metal fittings that secured our saddles to the crossbars of the frame, but the short chains connecting our harnesses to the frame were still as firmly in place as ever, so we couldn?t move from directly under the crossbar we were tied to, lying down was out of the question, so we spent the night with our front legs folded in a resting position. What?s more, the large dragon kept moving in front of us, so I would constantly wake up from my restless sleep. If this continued much longer, I felt that I would go crazy. Today was the third night since we started walking. I wonder when we would arrive at our destination. Even the limping dragon has its hands tied behind its back, forced to hang from a wooden frame. Maybe it?s ok because dragons are strong?

After we had our breakfast, we were put on the bit as usual, and at a signal we all stood up at once. The dragon reluctantly stood up as well. Then the hunters fixed my reins to my collar and harness, leaving me barely able to move my head. In front of me I could see the dragon?s back. Its tied-up wings were held up high, trembling painfully as it sought the sky, and its strong-looking arms were obediently restricted by metal shackles, leather harnesses, and a few coils of rope around the dragon?s back. According to the Foxias, we?d be passing through a village today. I was bored of the same old scenery, so I was more than a little excited to see this village.

We made our way slowly through the forest. Hunters mounted on Rideas, with saddles attached to them were scattered on all sides, with the dragon at the center, on constant guard. At least the forest is safe from dragons, with plenty of places to hide. The trees in the forest would also be a great help in terms of preventing the dragon from escaping. All the same, dragon transports are conspicuous. And because the trees obstruct sight lines and make it difficult for outsiders to see, the hunters were even more vigilant than usual. After walking for a while, the undergrowth began to thin out. We began to see wooden fences and other artificial markers, and the number of small fallow fields between the trees was increasing every hour. It looked like we were getting close to a village. When it finally came into view, a couple members of the party split off to inform the villagers of our arrival.

The village was in a large clearing cut out of the forest. The houses weren?t particularly large, and there weren?t many of them, but there was a proper square in the middle, and a well and many barns were visible. The village had a certain liveliness to it. There seemed to be a lot of children.

"A dragon?s coming?" "I want to see it!" "Isn?t it dangerous?" The children and young people of the village rushed out. The leader of the hunters placed the reins on the dragon?s mouth, gripped it tightly, and ordered it to stay quiet.

"Ugh... it stinks..." "It stinks worse than a slave dragon!" The children ran around the dragon, exaggeratedly holding their noses and mouths. The dragon had been forced to walk in the hot sun for several days by this point, and its equipment had absorbed a lot of that dirt, so naturally it was giving off a strong, foul odor. And there were eight dirty mounts in front and behind it... Yes, I?m ashamed to say, I was the source of the odor too.

Standing still attracts bugs, is scorching hot in the summer heat, and is incredibly uncomfortable. The space between the harness and fur, which has collected moisture from days of walking, is now sticky, as if all the pain from the past few days had been kneaded together in it. Dragons have a strong sense of pride, so I?m sure it must be hard for it. The villagers had been scolding them for a while now, but it?s not like they wanted to stay dirty, and they were much cleaner when they were living in the wild. Well, us Rideas are locked up at night, so we defecate in our beds, and if we?re prey, we?re tied up all the time, so it?s inevitable that we?ll get dirty.

I think the reason they dragged the dragon to the center of the village in such a state was to humiliate it. By showing the other Foxia tribe in this dirty state, they are impressing upon the dragon that it is no longer the pinnacle of the natural world, merely a captive beast. The Foxia tribe really do get things done efficiently! Although it may seem a little cruel at times, it's just what's necessary to crush the rebellious spirit of a highly intelligent creature like a dragon.

According to the villagers, it seems that a `dragon master' was just passing by. The dragon master is an expert in handling dragons. However, the person who came out after being invited by the hunters was only a girl about Mia?s age.

"Hmm... You?re going to let me take this girl? ...Sure, but..." Her slightly troubled expression was just like Mia?s. The hunters tightened the chains on the dragon?s back, spread the dragon?s legs while still in the shackles, and tied them tightly to the ground with thick rope so that they were forcibly spread apart. Once they had finished restraining the dragon?s lower body, the dragon master approached the dragon. Then, with a look of disgust, she put her hand on the dragon?s crotch. Well, it was very dirty, and even if he was a dragon expert, it wasn?t something anyone would want to touch. The dragon seemed confused, but the dragon master didn?t care and ran her hand between the dragon?s legs.

At first, she barely touched it. She stroked between the dragon?s legs with soft strokes. He traced the crotch leather of the harness and lightly kneaded the bulge of the loincloth. When the dragon shivered at the sensation, she smiled a little and continued to caress him.

"Okay, let?s try stroking him from behind, too." The rod inserted in the dragon?s ass was slowly pulled out. The gaping hole of the dragon was exposed. But it was soon thrust back into the still wide-open anus. As it was thrust in and out, the dragon?s pitiful shriek echoed through the village.

"Oh my, it looks like someone's in the mood, aren't you?" She rubbed the dragon?s genitals through the filthy loincloth. The strong stimulation made the dragon writhe, and various fluids splattered all over the place. The dragon still resisted with its whole weary body, but both of its feet were tightly bound to the ground and its hands were bound in too many ways to count behind its back. Even as the dragon writhed, I think it was somehow trying to maintain its dignity.

For the first few moments, it stood on both feet, looking down on the Foxias. But the animal's endurance soon reached its limit. Unable to bear the pleasure running through his body, it dropped to its knees, as if he had no energy left other than to tremble with the stimulation. Its moans gradually turned into a simple repetition.

I began to feel a little envious of the dragon. After all, I have yet to be allowed to breed. I have never been assigned a female, nor have I even had the opportunity to be allowed near a female out of work. And although the dragon was tied up, it looked to me like a lot of people were having fun with it.

 The repeated sticky, wet sounds of the kneading gradually became faster and faster. After a while, the dragon let out a long moan of unbearable pain, and immediately afterwards convulsed violently.

``It came out!''

``Wow!''

The dragon had ejaculated into its loincloth while still wearing it. It groaned in shame, tugging hard on the reins and turning its face away from the onlookers. The dragon?s eyes were narrowed in embarrassment, and his mouth was sticky and smeared with foamy saliva, but it also seemed to feel a sense of release, as if his long-awaited moment had finally come. I wonder if I?ll be able to experience that feeling someday...

The Foxia children were happy that the dragon had finally reached this moment. I could understand their curiosity.

"Wow... it?s oozing out... is this dragon semen?"

"You came a whole lot..."

"It looks like he?s peeing!"

"Yeah, if he?s peeing, he?s done it a lot of times"

"Whaaaat!!"

The dragon was teased for a while. But her caresses continued. Her speed increased as she became more and more intense, and the beast was writhing in agony, shaking its head from side to side as it took short, strained breaths. I think it had completely forgotten about its dignity as a Windea and was just desperately pleading for an end to the torture somehow.

For a long while afterwards, I watched as its whole body trembled, writhing in agony as it tried to escape the stimulation that had now clearly become painful. Every time it struggled, the surroundings shook and I could hear the ropes and leather tools creaking, but the animal was not forgiven, not even for a moment.

The dragon let out a long moan of pain over and over again, and what seemed to be water containing white mucus dripped from between its legs. The dragon?s wet crotch began spreading a foul stench, even by the group's standards, and a large, dirty puddle formed directly below the dragon. The dragon?s screams gradually became weaker, and started to sound more like sobs.

The villagers seemed to have grown tired of giving their opinions, and gradually became quiet over the following hours. By the end, the only sounds that could be heard were the dragon?s labored breathing and the clanging of the chains in time with its convulsions. Finally, the dragon master stopped her hands. She was out of breath from the hard work.

"I think that?s enough for today!" Since the dragon?s tail was still lifted up, I could see the dragon?s waterlogged loincloth from where I was, and its anus, which had been stretched by the constant insertion and removal of foreign objects.

We were given water and food, but the dragon was left tied up and without respite. The metal rod was placed in its anus once again with little resistance. I wondered just how long this punishment would last.

We spent the night in a clearing near the village. The leading hunter, who was on watch all night, sat around the campfire with the villagers, chatting happily about something I couldn't make out.

Chapter 6: The Dock

It was a bit too deserted to be honestly called a port, but it had a sturdy-looking warehouse and a dock area with a ledge made of hardened concrete. This wasn't my first time at this port either. The Foxias often transport cargo by boat, and we've sometimes helped load the cargo, or come to collect cargo that arrived by boat. Even so, I?m not any good with docks. The water seems deep, with no bottom visible. The briny water would splash in your face, and you probably wouldn't be able to swim with your animal gear on anyway. So, in short, I don?t like to go near the water?s edge.

The last time I worked carrying cargo onto ships, it was a nightmare. I had to pull heavy cargo that must have weighed more than me across a shoddy bridge made of creaking boards. If the cargo fell into the sea, then I, tied to it, would fall into the sea with it... It was terrifying

 Back then, I was scared of the sea and hesitant, so I got whipped a lot. After that, to make matters worse, the sea breeze stung the many wounds the whip had caused. If that weren't enough, the seaside is also roaring with loud waves, the shadows of birds that suddenly run across the ground in front of you, and there are few trees so we stick out sorely, so I don?t want to stay long in such an unsettling place.

But this time I have a special job. I have to be patient and endure it, I thought, and I must see it through to the end. Wait, we won't be pulling the dragon onto the ship ourselves, right? If I?m put on the ship with the dragon... Then this might be my first job transporting a dragon, and my last.

Just like the rest of our journey so far, we walked the hoisted dragon to the dock. The dragon looked extremely unwilling, but when the hunters urged it on with imposing voices and kicked its legs, it reluctantly started walking. In the wild, this dragon would be so terrifying, but here it was, right in front of us, being made to do what the Foxias, who were much weaker than it, told us to do. Tied to the same wooden frame, at least. Of course, I couldn?t ever see the dragon as a friend, just for sharing the same hardships as us.

A small section at the back of the wharf had been unusually well-maintained. The ground was flat, and smoothed out to a shine. A little further ahead was a large, heavy-looking metal board and what appeared to be a floorless cage. It was the perfect size to put a dragon in, so it did not take much guessing for me to understand its purpose. The board was the floor. If one ties prey to the board and then covers it with a roof and walls like a lid, it becomes a cage with no entrance or exit- no door to strain against. The exact kind of cage a wild animal, especially a dragon, would never want to enter.

Even if it were to get free inside, there was no way it could get out, as there was no entrance to begin with. After entering the dock, the dragon looked like it was having difficulty breathing, and it didn?t seem to have any energy left to resist. It seemed to be reaching its limit with the combination of tight restraints, uncomfortable position, and fatigue. It was still able to stand up on its own, but it was breathing heavily with its whole body.

We were finally approaching the cage. When the dragon saw the large metal plate to which it would be tied, it shook its head weakly and hunched its shoulders in fear. Then it sat down on the spot, looking like a rock covered in white fur. We carried the dragon the last few steps it wouldn't cover. Even as the soles of its feet scraped against the hard ground, the dragon made no attempt to walk again. We fastened the dragon to the large metal plate. The chains were still hanging up the dragon?s back, and it was on its knees, like a small animal whose grabbed by the scruff of the neck. It was breathing heavily through its gagged muzzle, but its mouth was completely dry. Some of the saliva from before had hardened into foam around its mouth had left a white, moldy mark on the stained fur.

The smell of the dragon, carried by the wind, was sometimes mixed with the smell of its dried saliva. Well, it?s only natural that half of its body would be covered in saliva after it was struggling with something like that in its mouth for days unending. If it were me, I wouldn?t resist any more if I was restrained like that, but the dragon thought it could escape halfway, so it can?t be helped.

Strong-looking Foxia men working at the dock gathered around. Some of them were wearing small pins bearing the symbol of the Golden Leaf. The unfamiliar men joined the hunters and helped out with the work skillfully. The dragon was crouching on the board, its ankles being attached to the board with chains. Once the chain from its collar was attached to the board and the chain was removed from the leather gear on the dragon?s back, it promptly collapsed onto the board. It didn?t even try to pull on the chain anymore. Maybe it had given up?

The dragon remained lying there, not moving. It had been hanging the entire time it had been taken, and it was the first time it had been on the ground in days. The hunters tied every single chain extending from the dragon?s body to the board. Then, to make it even more difficult for the dragon to move, they used metal fittings to shorten the length of the chains, crimping them down where any slightly forgiving slack remained.

With the dragon safely delivered and our job done, it was finally time for a break. First, the reins were changed for shorter ones. Next, the chains and metal fittings that had been fastening our bodies to the frame were removed, and then all at once, we had freedom again.

We moved our stiff muscles and stretched fully for the first time in several days. The hunters came and helped us out of the frame, tying the reins to a nearby tethering pole. We still had our animal gear on, and our bits still in place, so we wouldn?t be getting any food or water for a while, but we were just happy to be freed from the frame at this point.

Around us, the other Rideas looked hungry. I wanted a drink too, but some food certainly wouldn't hurt. Still, I had some small reason to be happy about being tied up here. I couldn?t help but wonder what would happen to the dragon from now on. My legs were too exhausted for much else, so I decided to lie down on the ground and watch.

Before I knew it, the wooden frame that had been so imposing a moment ago had disappeared. It seemed the Hunters had dismantled it and separated it into several smaller parts. Some of the metal pins that held the frame together were much thicker than even my bit. Perhaps the frame was designed to allow a dragon several times our weight to be carried while suspended, even if it really refused to walk.

Chapter 7: Dragons and Rideas

After checking that the dragon was restrained, the hunters removed its bridle. When the large ball was finally removed from the dragon?s mouth, sticky strings of saliva fell from it. The dragon, whose mouth was free for the first time in a long time, finally spoke. It had stubbornly refused to use common language up until now, perhaps because it thought that if it missed this opportunity, the next time it would be on the ship.

"Please... let me go..." The dragon?s voice was filled with desperate emotion.

The hunter didn?t reply. It spoke in beautiful common language with almost no accent. The volume of its voice was not much different from that of the fox tribe, so it would be easy to miss it if you weren?t paying close attention. Its voice sounded somewhere between male and female. When the hunter ignored the dragon, it spoke again.

"I... will go into the cage, so take this off... it?s embarrassing... disgusting..."

The dragon easily kills and eats both Rideas and Foxia, and despite its imposing stature, its voice sounds like that of a child trying to act grown up, and it surprisingly didn?t give off the nature of a dragon species at all.

But the hunter still didn?t reply to what the dragon said, and didn?t even look at the dragon. He loosely tied the long reins that were hanging from the bridle he had removed to prevent them from getting tangled, and placed them in the corner of the heavy floor where the dragon was tied up.

I thought the ball the dragon was holding in its mouth was metal, but it didn?t make any kind of sound like that. The ball was much lighter than metal, but it seemed hard enough not to be chewed to pieces. I wonder what it?s made of. The tools we are forced to bite are metal or leather, so if there?s something else, I?d like to try biting it some other time.

The hunter told the slave dragon to get some water for the dragon. The dragon looked a little relieved. Perhaps he was hoping that they would go easy on him. After a while, the Advancea returned with a large wooden bucket full of water. When the hunter tipped the bucket towards the dragon, it skillfully caught the water in its mouth. The dragon?s collar restricted its freedom of movement, but it raised what little length of head it could move and drank the water, trying not to spill any.

It had struggled so much and sweated a lot. It must have been very thirsty by now. However, it seems that the reason the hunters gave the dragon water was to "teach it" a little. They also brought in some strange tools. Mia said that "fear and pain are necessary to control prey." Us Rideas do our best even without fear. I wonder if wild Rideas are different? And I?m sure dragons need it. They?re big, they kill a lot of Foxias, and they think they?re stronger than the Foxias.

Come to think of it, the hunter clan I belong to, Golden Leaf, mainly does transportation and capture of live animals. That?s why they rarely hurt their prey. Of course, rarely compared to others, that is. But those hunters were threatening the dragon right now.

According to them, the scary Foxia hunters break the bones of animals, even if they?re for sale, rip out their claws and fangs, nail them to boards, and sometimes even hang them tied up until they can no longer move their arms and legs. Since I?m not involved, I?m listening to the hunters? stories calmly as usual, but I?m sure the dragon is very scared.

Even so, I?m sure the hunters didn?t expect me to be here, eavesdropping on their conversation. It?s kind of like they?re playing a prank on him, and it?s a little amusing. By the way, according to the hunters, it seems like the dragon is going to be treated badly again.

I feel sorry for the dragon too. But everyone is working to keep the dragon secure. That dragon is, so to speak, the main character. And I?m just a supporting character watching over it. Because I?m a supporting character, I don?t get any attention at all, I just stay here, watching and listening.

Looking into the eyes of the dragon that had finished drinking its water, the hunter said. "By the way, we told you that all we allowed you to do was walk quietly, moan, and suffer. We did not give you the right to speak."

The windea's body jumped as if it had been whipped in the face. A strong sense of agitation and impatience was written on its face.

"I?m going to make you bite this now." The hunter foxia showed the dragon a very different bridle to the one he had been wearing earlier. The bridle was also quite dirty, with hardened white dirt stuck to it here and there. The leather strap around the mouth had also turned black. The part of the bridle that went into the mouth had a large iron ring, not a ball or a bit.

I?m sure it?s a bit that keeps its mouth open so that the hunter can freely touch its tongue and fangs and put things in its mouth. But... surely, he won?t pull out its fangs or tongue...?

The moment after the hunter told the dragon to put the bit on, I was surprised. The dragon listened to the hunter and opened his mouth obediently. And then, despite having the iron ring put into its mouth and a look of humiliation in its eyes, he even moved his disabled head and assumed a position that would make it easier to fasten the metal fittings. I was amazed. For such a big, scary and strong dragon to obey the Foxia tribe so easily strained belief. And to obey an order to wear restraints, which is undoubtedly a humiliating order for a dragon, no less.

That said, even though I could beat the Foxias one-on-one, but I still put on my restraints and tack. I think the Foxia tribe is really amazing. Once the hunter had finished adjusting all the metal fittings, the dragon?s mouth was forced wide open by to the large metal ring that it was biting into. Then other hunters brought in two of the riding Rideas. Both riding Rideas were male, and although the hunters were holding the reins, they seemed somewhat uneasy. I couldn?t see them before, but I think these two were probably the leaders during the transport, the two who were at the front of the procession.

Both had finished their work, and some of the sweat that covered their entire bodies had even turned white and foamy. But both ridden Rideas were so absorbed in something in front of them that they looked as if they would shake off the hunters? attempts to stop them. The hunter put his foot on the dragon?s head and said,

"These two have suffered unnecessarily because of your rampage. Part of your punishment will be to comfort them. With that stupid mouth of yours, you will clean the dirtiest places on these two animals. Until they are satisfied, of course. When you?re done, I?ll put that disgusting ball of yours back in."

My heart skipped a beat, but I didn?t know why. I could feel a tingling sensation around my front legs, and my heart was beating faster... I definitely felt an indescribable sense of elation. The first Ridea moved closer to the dragon?s head. Then, being careful not to step on it, he climbed over the dragon?s head and began to press his crotch against the dragon?s head, rubbing it against it.

We Rideas weren?t forced to let out all our juices like the dragon had, but we had been walking in the heat for days. Our harnesses were tighter and more musty than usual, and they were wrapped around our bodies in convoluted, layered ways, so I?m sure our crotches were steaming and smelling awful by this point.

"Ugh! Hmm!" the dragon let out a pained cry. Since we were in twilight, I couldn?t see very clearly, but I think the odd thing that was gradually getting bigger between the Ridea's hind legs was the same object they use for excretion and mating. Of course, I know how filthy that place gets after a day?s work, so I couldn?t believe my eyes.

The Ridea was trying to force his male member, which was stiff as far as it could be, into the dragon?s mouth. The dragon tried to resist with all its might, but since his whole body was restrained five times over, he couldn?t keep escaping forever.

"Ngh! Ggh! Aahhh!!!''

The poor dragon, with a foreign object thrust deep into its throat, retched violently. Every time the Ridea moved his hips, the dragon?s agony and the filthy sound of mucus being kneaded echoed around the dock. The dragon, unable to even turn its face away due to the short chain fastened to its collar and its horns, could only endure it desperately. As this continued endlessly, as if asking for forgiveness that it would never receive, I began to feel more and more sorry for the dragon.

"Now, lick it properly! It will take as long as it takes!" The dragon let out a long, small shriek like the poor little Ridea, but it was drowned out midway. The Ridea's crotch was pressed against the dragon?s mouth to its limit. His shoulders shook with pleasure for a little while, but after taking a few breaths, he began to move his hips again. Well, I understand how that feels.

We have no way to comfort ourselves, and even when we?re not in heat, males still have a lot of pent-up need. I?ve never been with a female, and of course I?ve never even thought of a dragon?s mouth. I wonder if it feels good. It feels like the dragon has nothing built up inside, though...

While the Ridea took a moment to rest, the dragon coughed, trying to spit out the filthy things in its mouth. A wealth of mucus and some kind of unknown substance gushed out of the dragon?s mouth, splattering and staining the surface of the board. The dragon?s face seemed to be floating in a sea of ??filthy bodily fluids, but the first Ridea continued its uncontrollable torture. The wind carried the body odor of the two animals, and some kind of unidentifiable fishy smell.

As I was wondering what the true nature of the unfamiliar smell was, Mia came up next to me and said, taking the reins. "I?ll clean you up."

For a moment, imagining this impossible future, I felt my face heat up. I then hastily pretended to be normal. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Mia was the same as always. Mia pulled on the reins, and I left the place, glancing sideways at the suffering dragon. I don?t know exactly what happened after that, but I think it was the worst experience the dragon could bear.

After walking a little, I came across a small building. Green ivy was growing on the white walls, and it looked like it was still in use. A big tree gave needed shade next to the house. The trunk was thicker than my body, and the grass was cut short around it, providing just the right amount of shade to rest. Mia changed my bridle for one without a bit.

It was quiet for a while afterwards, but I didn't mind it at all. Mia loosely tied the bridle to a thick branch of the tree and began grooming me. Mia removed the harness from my body and dried my soggy fur with a clean towel. The wind blew the sweat-damp fur away as the comb passed over it.

She talked to me constantly, saying things like "You did a great job" and "Is there anything itchy?" Hearing that voice made me feel relieved and sleepy. I?ve worked really hard these past few days and my whole body is exhausted. With the shade, the nice breeze, and the brushing of Mia... I guess it?s no wonder I fell into a deep sleep. My little guardian seemed to be fast asleep too, buried in my stomach fluff.

After that, I went for an evening walk with another hunter. When we went to check out the dock, the dragon was already in its cage, lying there with the ball muzzle back on, just as the hunter had said. When the hunter who was with me noticed that I wanted to see the dragon, he allowed me to do so for a while.

At this point, it will certainly be a voyage over sea. I wonder how many days it will take. There doesn?t seem to be any need to worry about the dragon escaping during it. That cage doesn?t have an entrance or exit, anyway. But on the other hand, it would be terrible if the ship sank. I hope the dragon makes it to port safely, and becomes a proper well-behaved mount. Because, you see, being a mount means many different things, and it?s quite fun once you get used to it!

8. Epilogue

"That?s the story I wrote," said the Hunter, leaning his arm over the middle of the three poles blocking the door to the Ridea's cell and peering inside.

He was holding a handmade book in his hand, gazing at the Ridea, who was called Risty, with a grin. "Dragons were very popular in villages and towns. They?re not that rare these days, though. Don?t you think it?s fun to be able to torture a dragon like that? Their huge body flopping around like a fish, in agony from the torture...."

The Hunter did not miss the way the Ridea, who was called Risty, twitched his ears in interest. Then he continued. "Actually, I wanted to join in on the dragon torture as well. I think I?m pretty skilled at it. And that smell kind of arouses my desires, doesn?t it? You can?t expect that kind of power or heat from a Foxia prostitute, so I was wondering if there was a big one somewhere that would be worth torturing."

The Hunter closed the book with a bang and continued. "So... then..." The Hunter took out a large, dirty ball gag from a linen bag on the ground. The pungent smell of dry saliva drifted around. "To celebrate the completion of the dragon capture, I was given a lot of leftover tools. They can be reused you know, and they?re all common items among those who handle dragons. That said, they were quite expensive. They?re for dragons, but with your body size, you can wear them too, right?" A suspicious smile and curiosity appeared on the Hunter?s face. "Now, Risty...?"

Obedient, gentle, and a little timid, the Ridea timidly opened his mouth when he saw the bridle being offered to him. Despite being a male, he was sexy and lowered his big, cute eyes as best he could. He was a little embarrassed, and desperately tried to hide the anticipation and excitement excitement in his heart.
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