Karra stares at the small green dropper that her supplier had given her. “So, this is what I’ve become, is it?” she asks, her breath coming out heavy. Sure, she had gotten herself dressed up and ready for her evening of work, but the prostitute had never done anything like this before. Despite the degeneracy of her job, there is a sense of trust between a working gal and her clients. They pay for a great service to wind down from a long day’s work, and to drop off their troubles when they don’t have anyone else they can talk to. Plenty men pour out their hearts before her as she pleasures their flesh, but never did she once think to tell anyone what was said in the bedroom—let alone drug their drink to coerce them to say more.

She looks to the empty vial of dragon’s blood, her hand shaking despite having injected the small amount into her body. It’s as if her veins are already anticipating a time when they cannot drink the sweet life force from the wyrm’s own body. She shudders, closing her eyes and banging the back of her head against the door. “Damnation,” she sighs. “Why am I even considering this? Why can’t I just be a good little slut and just please my guests without betraying their trust?”

She runs her finger over the dropper. What was it that the supplier had told her. She was free to try it out herself? Maybe… maybe she could give it a shot? If she puts herself in the same situation as the person she is drugging, would it be nearly as bad as if she did it just to the customer?”

She falls to her knees, licking her lips as she runs her thumb over the glass, dropping the vial of used-up dragon’s blood and letting it roll along the floor. After all, she isn’t really a good girl. No, she can’t be. Not when she’s tied to this town. Not when her father damned her with this curse, tying her to a dragon and its blood. Not when she’s contemplating this. A good, moral girl would never sell out her customer. A good, moral girl would never sell her body. A good, moral girl would chase her dreams instead of chasing the next dick and the next pay day.

Perhaps, then, Karra isn’t a good, moral girl? Perhaps she is the degenerate lizard that the locals see her as—that exotic piece of ass that everyone wants to fuck, but no one wants to talk about afterwards? What does she owe the men of the town? Can she even think of any single one she can consider a friend? Are there any in this tiny backwater place that really, truly give a damn about her and wouldn’t sell her out the moment they got the chance? She smiles as she looks at the dropper, and she twists the top, slowly, gently.

Someone knocks on the door, making her gasp and pocket the container. “W… who is it?”

“Karra, it’s me,” the softly sibilant voice of her friend and coworker reaches past the door. “Greg says you’re out of the pokey. I thought I’d see how you are.”

She sighs as she knocks the back of her head against the door. “Uh… okay, just… just wait a moment,” she says, taking a deep breath and composing herself. What was she thinking? Would she even actually try such a thing? She opens the door and puts on a happy face. “Hey, Shug! Come on in.”

Sugar stands before her, the male Raifyre has scales as white as the confection he’s named after. Being a fellow ‘worker’ of the brothel, he often likes to show his wares with the lack of a top and with tight leggings that hug his form. He walks past her, glancing through the room, a smirk on his face. “So, Deputy Jones, eh? You’re lucky the sheriff put the cute one in charge of the cell.”

“Oh, shut up, Shug!” Karra gasps, grasping her tail. “I was only tryin’ ta help my friend out. But don’t feel jealous. You really weren’t missin’ much.”

“Alas,” the male says, hopping onto her bed. He crosses one leg over the other, running his fingers over the mattress. “Golly. Since you weren’t here all week, this bed is so much cleaner than mine.”

“Never thought you’d be interested in my bed, Shug.”

“Never, ever,” he says, fluttering his eyes and flashing her a seductive, sharp-toothed grin. “Yours is much too soft. I like mine hard.”

She giggles. “It’s only been a few days and I missed ya.” She says.

“Same here,” he says, flicking his tail. “And I’m worried about you.”

She glances towards her bed a moment, where the dried dragon blood vial disappeared to. “No need to,” she says. “It wasn’t my first time locked up.”

He brushes his fingers under his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, we’re not going to have a lot of time to catch up and fool around, not that we would fool around, of course.”

“Aw, shucks. I’m all disappointed. But what’s up? Got some news?”

“Let’s just say a caravan’s coming in, and you know how lusty those men can be.” With that, he lets his tongue slither out, his body shuddering.

“Your scales certainly seem extra shiny today.”

“Can’t be dusty for the more curious men out there,” he admits. But this caravan has a very special passenger, or so the scouts say.”

Karra’s heart drops. “Ah… w-who, exactly.”

“Don’t know,” he says, hopping off of her bed and walking past her, his tail brushing along her leg as he passes. “But I’d thought you’d like to know, because my sources say that whoever it is, they’re rich, and their influential. Who knows, perhaps your prince charming has finally come to whisk you away… unless you want him to whisk me away. I certainly wouldn’t mind that.”  

Karra chuckles as he passes by, only to grab his leg and narrow her eyes. “Anyone gonna get whisked, it’ll be me,” she says. “So, don’t you worry about that.”

“That,” he hisses, “we shall see”

With that, he heads out the door, no doubt to start his shift. That means hers is pretty much started itself, so she needs to get presentable quickly. A quick wash up and a look in her mirror later, and she is back to her own business.

And business is booming. Many men--and at least a couple ladies--want a taste of her body. Perhaps, it was the lack of a good female Raifyre here. Only a few of the men have a taste for Sugar, and a couple get mad when they take him thinking he’s one of the females. Even though business is ripe, her mind isn’t in her work. She may be feeling hands over scales, taste slits with her tongue, and have her own filled with many a husband’s cock, but she just isn’t into it. All of her thoughts focus on the coming caravan.

After a weepy sort, she looks out the window a minute to catch her breath, only to see the signs of the newcomers making their way to the brothel. Out from the grandest of the carriages comes an immaculately-dressed figure, a tall, straight-backed reptile, no, dragon! Dragonkin! His claws wrap around a cane and he looks up, his eyes locking onto her. She puts on her best “yoo hoo!” and whistles, pulling herself back into the window. Damn… the supplier never said anything about the target being a dragon. She slips on the rest of her dress quickly and reaches into her pocket, producing the small dropper. This is it—the moment of truth. Might as well make a good first impression.

The dragon man steps into the saloon and brothel, taking a deep whiff of the air. He sighs, shuddering as he picks up his cane and hands it over to one of his serving boys, a rather thin and groomed rabbit.

The Dragonkin makes his way to the bar , where he sits by Greg and knocks on the wood. “Dragon’s Brew, and make it extra strong. I’ve had a long trip and a longer business transaction.”

Greg grunts and nods, getting the booze necessary for the concoction. Meanwhile, Karra slides up on the stool next to the dragon, fluttering her eyes and leaning against the bar. But, when she opens her mouth, it is Sugar’s voice that speaks up.

“That’s an interesting choice, stranger,” the male says, his tail swaying playfully, nearly touching the dragon’s.

The guest smirks as he leans in. “And you’re an interesting creature. Raifyre, am I correct?”

“That’s right!” Karra says, turning the Dragonkin’s attention to her. “But he’s just your standard package. You want someone who knows a really good time, I know certain herbs and other such things to really spice things up.”

“Is that so?” He says, stroking his chin.

“Ah, well, why soil the true experience with drugs, big guy. Surely, you want to take the tight slit of a sultry snake while you’re in your right mind.”

Karra snaps back. “Mmm, but a man like our guest here must appreciate the finer things only a woman can do.”

“Takes a man to know how to please a man.” Sugar counters.

“Tell me when you find a real one.” Karra says. “Until then, I can have you squealing all night, honey.”

“Mmm, but it’s Sugar who likes to Squeal,” Sugar admits

“But Karra is the most popular girl here!” Karra says.

“I’m much more economical!” says Sugar.

“I’ll blow your load and your mind!” says Karra.

“I’ll throw in a blowjob, free of charge!” says Sugar.

“Slut” say Karra.

“Whore” says Sugar.

The two start growling, standing before the dragonkin now with their heads butting. In her desire to get this man into her bed, she was blinded and now mere moments away from a throw down.

The dragon takes a sip of his drink and sighs, swirling it around in his hand. “Seems to me like there’s only one way we can settle this little dispute once and for all. I think it’s best if both of you follow me to my carriage. Then, we can figure out who is the best lay in town.”

Karra frowns, but looks over towards Sugar, who sticks out his tongue, folding his arms over his chest.

“Fine by me!” she says.

“Fair enough,” Sugar says. “Ain’t never lay with no lady before, though.”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s a first time for everything” the dragon-kin says, hopping off of his seat and placing his hands upon their heads. “Now, let’s go out. I have so many things I wish to see from you both.”

They soon find their way outside to the dragonkin’s carriage. The rabbit driver hops up to the side and opens the door for them, and as they step through, Karra can’t help but gasp.

Cool air hits her scales as they step into a luxurious palatial room, complete with many soft pillows and a case of liquors. The dragonkin steps to the other side of the large room, taking off his hat and hanging it up on a coat rack. “You like? A carriage like this is quite luxurious. I only bring the best girls and boys money can offer here. Hopefully, you are worth the money I pay for you tonight, because we’re going to make a full whole night out of it!”  

Sugar’s tongue flickers in delight at the spacious quarters. “Oh, Mr. Dragonkin, you have such a lovely caravan. Why would you ever want to leave it?”

Their client squeezes the shoulders of both Raifyres and takes a deep breath. “I have business, and I hate travel. Bringing a bit of home with me is the best way to keep myself from being homesick.”

“Oh, sir, but surely you enjoy some things about the… exotic world around you…” Sugar’s tail brushes up along the back of the dragonkin’s slacks. Already, the man stiffens up, as if primed to pounce. His grip on Karra loosens slightly as he pulls the male in.

It’s a good distraction for her cause, but she can’t just leave, not just yet. Instead, she helps things along, moving her hands around the dragonkin’s belt and undoing some of the loops.

“Oh, I do love it,” the Dragonkin says. “That’s why I brought you here…” he moves his hand down, petting from Sugar’s chin and over his collar. “You are quite the specimen… you both are. I’ve never seen a kobold with scales as white as yours.”

Sugar stands on the tips of his claws, his hands moving up, unbuttoning the client’s shirt from the bottom on up. “And you’re the most exotic client I’ve had. I’m used to so many gruff and ugly men. Yours is the first I’d ride for pleasure.”

“I wouldn’t deny you a fair compensation,” the dragon chuckles, moving his hand off of Karra and gripping Sugar by the butt, lifting him up.

Sugar wraps his arms and his legs around the client, his tail coiling around the man’s arms. The two draconic men nuzzle one another as the dragonkin stands in his underthings.

Karra, now free from the touch, slips off, holding her breath as she makes her way over towards the kitchen and bar. At least she’ll be able to slip the vial into the drink quickly, right? She can only hope.

She pours a drink for her host, not even knowing what it is. As she reaches for her dropper, she pauses. What if they catch her doing this? No, she has to pocket it and put it in secretly. She takes the glass and glances around. There’s a small closet. Perhaps there, she can do the deed in secret?

A loud thump and the dragonkin pins Sugar down on the bed, his tongue rolling out and licking the freshly cleaned scales, getting only a taste of the raifyre’s natural body. Sugar leans back, feeling the warmth of the dragonkin’s shaft at his trousers, but the dragonkin is not satisfied. He grabs Sugar’s pants and pulls them down, exposing his smaller length.

The dragonkin wraps his fingers around Sugar’s length and his own shaft, stroking along them both. “Oh, yes, you are an exquisite beast,” he grunts, smoke puffing out from his nostrils.

“Oh, you flatter me, great dragon!” Sugar teases.

“Please,” he grunts, stroking along both lengths, “I am only admiring your wonderful body. Let me see how much further I can take my admiration!” he lets go, letting the pre ooze off of both of their tips before he grabs Sugar by the ankles and lifts him up, having his shoulders hit the bed. The dragonkin lets his tongue hang, a wad of his spit falling out and onto Sugar’s tailhole. This prized puckered star is the crown jewel of all who would want to flirt on the side of sodomy, and this dragon seems to be intimately familiar with it. The dragonkin runs his fingers up over the raifyre’s cheeks, rubbing the lubricant over the hole. Even diluted by his non-dragon heritage, the dragon’s saliva already does its job, making the kobold creature much more receptive to the feelings.

Sugar holds onto the dragon with his tail around his host’s knees. The dragonkin runs his large red cock down over Sugar’s taint, and he grunts, pushing it against his star.

Sugar gasps, his eyes rolling back. He had thought he would need to do more for the customer, but it seems the dragon was ready to take him on right then and there. With his feverish grunting, the dragonkin spreads him open, leaving Sugar to sit and take in the feelings, his cock oozing onto his stomach as his vision blurs. But even in the swirl of ecstasy, Sugar notices something odd.

Where’s Karra?

He glances around as much as he can, but he can’t very well look for her with a giant cock bulging his stomach. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as clawed hands run all over his scales, taking him possessively as his mind floods with the sheer joy of his work and the confusion of his friend’s odd behavior.

When he cries out, his voice is broken into pants “ah, ah, w… we… where?”

The dragonkin doesn’t heed him and just keeps going. His own eyes are closed and the room begins to get hazy from the smoke billowing from his mouth and nostrils.

“Where is K-Karra!?” The consort finally gasps out, his release coming soon, his body betraying his concern for his friend as spurts of cum shoot up and onto his shiny scales.

The dragonkin hears that and yanks himself out, the bordello boy falling to the mattress. The dragonkin’s ejaculation already begins, shooting off onto him and all over the mattress, leaving Sugar a sticky mess.

He takes a moment to compose himself, running his hands over his head as he glances at the glistening stains over the pure white body of his partner. Once fully out of the afterglow, he cries,“Karra? Where are you, girl? What are you doing?”

Inside the closet, Karra is carefully trying to apply the drop. Her heart thumps rapidly in her chest as a shadow looms over the slits of the closet door. Then, the door flies open and light bursts forth, only covered by the shadowed form of the dragonkin, his teeth showing as he growls, his eyes upon the dropper. “You have a lot of explaining to do…”