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The larger world I made is also beginning to shine through the house's windows now too. I'll probably throw up some of my worldbuilding notes into my scraps, but I try to explain everything when it's needed. Not much is needed yet though. I'll likely only put up the notes and failed debut stories when the other stories set in the world come out. Granted, I have no idea when those will come out either.\n\nThis one was mostly finished when I uploaded the completed ones, and doing that brought these characters to the front of my mind and I figured I'd just focus on this one for a bit. I also have a lot of stuff in this continuity, but not much complete, so I'm sorta itching to get my ideas out of my head and off my hard drive.\n\nI'm feeling productive, and that's a bit dangerous.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Direct continuation from the previous story. The larger world I made is also beginning to shine through the house's windows now too. I'll probably throw up some of my worldbuilding notes into my scraps, but I try to explain everything when it's needed. Not much is needed yet though. I'll likely only put up the notes and failed debut stories when the other stories set in the world come out. Granted, I have no idea when those will come out either.

This one was mostly finished when I uploaded the completed ones, and doing that brought these characters to the front of my mind and I figured I'd just focus on this one for a bit. I also have a lot of stuff in this continuity, but not much complete, so I'm sorta itching to get my ideas out of my head and off my hard drive.

I'm feeling productive, and that's a bit dangerous.", "writing": "Prospect 4 - Embracing\n\nPet, a lovely little specimen of a pretty red-scaled dragoness, woke up feeling more refreshed than she ever had, despite subtle aches and twinges in her body from yesterday's activities. Yet instead of that cute black and white furred drake known as Toy gently shaking her awake like usual, it was a knock at her door.\n\n\"Wake up Pet, breakfast is ready.'' Kelt said through the door, her golden furred sergal, her master. \n\nShe blinked, surprised that he woke her up. \"Be up in a minute... master.'' The dragoness said with audible grogginess and adjustment to new titles. She forced herself to sit upright, sheets falling off her torso as her bust jigged freely. She yawned and stretched her arms, dull pops coming from her joints before she rubbed her eyes. \n\nSighing, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and forced herself to wake up, heading to the bathroom adjoined to her room. There she looked at herself in the mirror a bit, looking at her naked body with a new type of confidence. While she didn't take a shower, since showers were now a nightly thing, she did brush her teeth and tidy up her bed head a bit.\n\nShe returned to the main room, sliding open a drawer to reveal various types of stockings and gloves like Toy wore daily. The red scaled girl did have one set of the latex garments, yet most of hers were fabric. Today she was choosing to take the silky pink ones. One final accessory was needed, one she still felt slight hints of queasiness while putting on. She reached to her bedside table and picked up her collar, the black leather band's only detail being 'Pet' embroidered in bright red. Her new name.\n\nShe quickly put it on, still not wanting to think about things too much. Then she opened the door to a new day, and strode purposefully down the hall, going upstairs to the kitchen. At the table, Kelt and Doll sat, both not eating and merely drinking coffee. Doll was Toy's twin brother, and a perplexing combination of Toy's sexuality and Kelt's mental oddities. \n\nHis stark white chest bore the crimson highlighted lines of a Y-shaped incision akin to autopsies. Yet more harrowing were the dense slashes over his brow, eyes gouged out and barren pits remaining, only the lines of scar tissues inside. Beyond those two major wounds, he had long stitched up surgical incisions on his entire body. His limbs had one on each of the four sides, running down the entire length before splitting into five over the bone in his palm and extending up to his fingertips or toes. He had other cuts in choice locations, around his midsection and whatnot, giving him the look of a horror movie villain, or a survivor depending on the film. \n\nBeside his eyes and the major cuts on his chest, Pet had learned that all his other wounds were self-inflicted. The cuts and their meaning were insane, the drake wishing to be master's doll so bad that he cut himself to give himself 'seams' like a rag-doll would. He looks at them as something that make him beautiful, artisan craftwork that should be admired and praised. \n\nWhile he did have impressive stitch-work for being blind, it did not change the fact that his expertise was in sewing flesh, something that had every reason to unsettle Pet. In Doll's defense, he went through considerable trauma with his initial injuries, giving him a severe case of masochism and destabilizing his mental state. Doll is also on a lot of painkillers, so that could be doing it too.\n\nShe smiled at him, having gotten used to seeing him at their meals, him only really showing up after the first week where they kept him out of sight while she adjusted. Doll was still charismatic, almost as much as Toy, maybe more. He had a cool or smug smile most of the time, reflecting the constant pride he felt to have his seams on display. \n\nEvery once and awhile he would rub his hands over his stitches, tracing the incisions with a claw and shuddering with delight. Freaky, but fun to talk to when he wasn't explaining his preferred method of stitching or how squishy he felt when cutting himself. Despite having very clear violent tendencies, they were never directed outward, and he only sparingly cut himself now to stop his seams from fully healing over, content with his current set's design. \n\nThe dragoness sat at the spot at the table with a loaded plate set out, her breakfast. \"Good morning master, Doll.'' Kelt just dipped his head in greeting, while Doll shot her some finger guns, ears flicking around as she sat down. She dug in, burning a lot of energy yesterday and always a fan of Toy's cooking. Speaking of, \"Where's Toy?'' she asked. \n\nKelt looked at her plainly. \"He's currently in the basement, getting milked.''\n\nPet blinked as a fork of food paused on the way to her mouth. \"...Milked?''\n\nKelt nodded. \"Not literally. Drakes, or Draahnkyrn if you're feeling particular, produce a very interesting saliva. It's thick and anti-bacterial, it preserves well and is secreted when aroused to lubricate the mouth and throat. So we make a lot of homemade lube out of it, saves me a fortune.'' Kelt took a casual sip of his coffee as he looked out the large windows. \"Typically we only need one milking session a month, the saliva makes a lot of lube when diluted, but Toy needed to be disciplined, so he gets to spend the day being milked.''\n\n\"Punished? What did he do?''\n\nKelt regarded her simply, not much emotion on his face. \"You should know, you're the one he came inside.''\n\nPet slowly sat back in her chair. Right, Toy wasn't supposed to cum for a month. \"Why aren't I being punished then?''\n\nThe sandy sergal nodded absently, as if saying 'good question.' \"You have every right to ask Toy to pleasure you, and have no such restrictions on your releases. He knew that he wasn't supposed to cum, but still did so. There are plenty of ways for him to satisfy you without himself climaxing. Now his next orgasm has been pushed to three months from now and his chastity cage is being used to ensure another issue doesn't happen. I apologize if you wished to be penetrated by him again soon, as that will not be happening. Though I understand he was occupied with providing you with a pleasurable time, that does not allow him to forget that he needs my permission for release, on top of being restricted at the time.''\n\nThe dragoness [i]hmm[/i]'d with thought, taking the bite that had been delayed. Well, at least master had gotten him to make breakfast before tossing him into the sex dungeon. She looked back to Kelt, peering at a tablet as he sipped his steamy mug. \"You know, I've been meaning to ask... Toy and Doll are legit drakes as you've just proven. How did you get your hands on two Draahnkyrn? If you took them like you took me, I don't know how you managed to nab them inside the Republic.''\n\nKelt looked to her with a small glint to his eyes, pleased by her curiosity. \"It helped that they were already outside the Republic. But we still must be careful, they are extremely noticeable and any drake would know instantly who they are, which is also why we are on the other side of the world in America. I understand the risk that kidnapping a Draahnkyrn Republic citizen could have a drake black ops squad make me disappear overnight, so precautions have been taken.'' \n\nHe looked to Doll sitting there, suddenly looking a bit down. \"Their family is very powerful and at odds with their children, hence why it was up to me to provide them a good life filled with a good purpose.'' He then looked back to Pet, \"And they went through the standard procedure to exit the Republic, thus are sterilized, so you don't need to worry about Toy getting you pregnant, and our biology is too different for me to impregnate you. Unless of course, you wish for that, where I believe I can make something work.''\n\nThe dragoness shook her head. \"Nope, no kids. Got enough going on right now.'' \n\nKelt smirked a bit at her. \"Of course, as I said it is up to you, just ask if you desire such motherhood. Same goes for Toy being the father. The Republic's sterilization procedure is designed to be undone upon reentrance, and I can pull a few strings to get it done here.''\n\nThe dragoness held up her hands and waved them in negation. \"No, no, I'm good. Ask again in ten years maybe, but no kids right now.''\n\nDoll leaned forward to drop his muzzle into two hands, sticking his tongue out teasingly. \"Awww, I think you and Toy would have beautiful children.''\n\nShe returned his mocking tongue despite it going unseen by him, \"Your definition of beautiful is up for debate.'' Doll's grin grew sharper as he chuckled. The dragoness redirected her attention back to the golden furred sergal. \"What's the plan for today then? I'm still tagging along with Toy most of the time.''\n\nThe sergal flicked his eyes up to her. \"I was thinking about doing some body introductions.'' Pet looked at him questioningly. He took another sip before continuing. \"While we are getting a good view of your body, and we might have had a fair bit of physical interaction with it, nobody really knows your full physical form here. I was thinking of setting a day aside to simply... 'feel you up' in a manner of speaking, truly get to know your entire self. My goal yesterday was to heighten both of our sensations, while this time it would be pure exploration.''\n\nStaring at her plate, the dragoness couldn't really decline him. He had proven his capability of handling her body yesterday and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to feel him roaming her scales again. \n\nLooking back to his tablet, Kelt continued. \"Of course, the same goes for me and the others. While you certainly felt what my body could provide in pleasure, you haven't really felt it fully on your own. So you are also free to get more acquainted with my form and the toys.''\n\nShe looked at the sergal sitting calmly at the table and enjoying his morning. She knew what he looked like naked but most of the time yesterday was spent blindfolded, heightening her body's sensitivity to his. She also recalled how much she wanted to get her hands on him from their date all that time ago, her lust for him understandably dampened until their time together yesterday.\n\nPet felt a warm blush on her face, getting yet another subtle reminder that she wasn't covering her chest in the slightest. \"I think... I'd like that.'' Her softer tan underbelly scales felt flushed yet a bit cool in the open air. Her nipples hardened a little as she faced her casual nudity with a silly grin. She had always been happy to show off to her partners, but to be constantly exposed like this brought shame and far too much excitement. \n\nKelt gave an affirmative rumble. \"Good. Do you have a preference for who goes first?''\n\nDoll leaned towards her a bit. \"Ooh! Pick me! You'll [i]love[/i] my seams, I know it!''\n\nShe chuckled. \"I appreciate the enthusiasm Doll, but I think I have to give master first dibs.''\n\nThe stitched up drake crossed his arms in a mock pout. \"Aww, no fair, he got you yesterday.''\n\nKelt then looked to the drake with his usual deadpan look. \"While Pet would likely find your stitches curious, I don't believe she would get any sexual interest from them. Besides, she is female, she cannot use you like me or Toy, I do not see your interest in her.''\n\nDoll's smile turned twisted, \"Oh, but she can still make me [i]hurt[/i].''\n\nThe dragoness rolled her eyes, already being used to his antics from their interactions over the few weeks. \"I love that you want my attention, and I may be a bit kinky, but your level of extreme is still just a [i]bit[/i] too much.''\n\nWith a knowing smirk, the blind drake finished his coffee. \"Yeah, I know.'' He stood, carefully walking to the kitchen and placing his mug into the dishwasher. \"Just let me know when it's my turn.'' He lifted a hand and traced the seams on it. \"I guess I'll just re-lace this arm in the meantime then, it's starting to feel a bit loose.''\n\nPet's hand twitched a bit from the internal cringing. \"Uh... have fun?'' She said to him, Doll heading downstairs to the lower master bedroom with a joyously wagging tail. She turned back to look at kelt, \"So... when did you want to start? You should probably... feel me first.'' Her blush returned with a vengeance. \n\n\"Give me awhile Pet, I need to finish my coffee and this article.'' Kelt said cooly, not taking his eyes off his tablet.\n\nShe nodded absently, finishing her breakfast. She basked in the residual flavors and took her plate to the dishwasher as well. Returning to sit at the table, she stared out the windows. Kelt's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. \"If you're looking for something to do, it may help to masturbate.'' She swiveled her head in her palm to stare at him. \"Arousal makes all physical contact better in my experience.'' He noted her look of minor incredulity, \"And yes, you may do it here at the table, I don't mind as long as you don't make a mess.''\n\nThe dragoness blinked, then looked back to the window with a flushed face. She took a deep breath and spent the next fifteen minutes gently groping her breast and stroking over her slit. It wasn't full on masturbation but she felt a pleasant heated buzz in her nethers when Kelt stood up. \"Let us do this in my room, it is closest.'' He began walking to the door to the right of the fireplace, the only bedroom on the main floor. \n\nShe quickly stood up, following the sergal's long paces. They stepped inside, Pet once more looking around. The room followed the same rustic stylings, a large sliding barn door covering the entrance to the spacious bathroom beyond. A nicely carved yet smooth and solid modern framed king sized bed took center stage, across from the fireplace that came from the other side of the one in the main living room they just came from.\n\nBesides some lamps and decorative candle holders, the room was as spartan as a mountain house could get, a simple dresser and nightstand beneath the windows on either side of the bed frame. No hanging art, no outlandish design, just a cozy bedroom. Kelt turned to face her, taking his clothes off with quick calculated movements, standing naked before she knew it. She stood fairly demurely, blushing heavily as she looked him over, eyes lingering on his bulging sheath and prominent balls hanging below. \n\nHis voice was calm, \"Go on. I have knowledge of you, while you have nearly none of me. I'll take my turn after you inspect me.''\n\nShe blinked and stood tall as she let out a breath. She squared her shoulders and tried to calm the fluttering in her heart as she took a few steps toward his standing form. She stopped in front of him, the length of his dick separating them, the actual thing still sheathed. Hesitating the slightest, the dragoness fought down her slight awkwardness. \n\nShe was used to getting up close and personal with the men she was with, with her usually taking the first step to get down on all fours. She was forward and confident with her flings, knowing what she wanted and not afraid to get it. At least, her vanilla desires. Her confidence would always take some time to build when asking a date about their thoughts of being called daddy.\n\nYet now she stood before the man who kidnapped her, his own face nearly a head and a half above her, the sergal large and foreboding, yet that suave nature was there in full. She was anxious in all the good ways, the prospect of touching this man suddenly giving her butterflies in her stomach, a reaction she had never had to a scenario such as this.\n\nShe took a deep breath and pushed all that behind her, channeling her former forwardness. The dragoness smirked, then reached a hand up to grab his balls in an underhand grasp, hefting them, gently rolling them over her fingers, feeling the fine ivory fur. Kelt didn't even flinch, just beginning to smirk right alongside her. \n\nHis calm reaction only made her blush anew, her groping of his jewels halted out of resurrected embarrassment. She tore her gaze from his silver eyes and looked down to the sack she was fondling in awe. While she didn't really know if they were big to other sergals, to her, they were [i]big[/i]. Absolutely churning, an imposing weight to them when she hefted them up. Virile in every meaning of the word.\n\nHer initial smug onslaught turned to amazement as she felt him. Eventually she dropped the plump orbs, admiring them as she then placed her palm over the closed opening in his sheath. She felt the short fuzz tickle her scales, the heat radiating from the sweltering pocket as the pale flesh began to poke free, pointed tip coming to greet her hand. \n\nIt was damp, slicked by his internal juices and already beading a small drop of pre. She breathed shakily, feeling men getting hard in her hands was a favorite pastime. With a resigning sigh, she moved her hand off of his burgeoning cock, there will be time for that later, right now Kelt's entire body was her focus. \n\nShe then placed her palm onto his pubic area, just above his malehood, fingers sinking through the fur. She paused, feeling the taut skin under the well-kept pelt, pliable yet hard flesh residing below the surface. Kelt definitely worked out, good firmness in his abdomen, but he wasn't chiseled. He seemed to be following the same, athletic build that Toy has, just with a bit more natural musculature and general stature from his species.\n\n\"I do a lot of yoga.'' Kelt said, as if reading her mind. She blinked up to him, expecting something more... hardcore. His smirk turned a touch warmer. \"It is both therapeutic and effective in maintaining my body.'' She gave bemused snort, the admittance dashing the rest of her embarrassment. She smiled up at him, realizing he knew exactly what to say to break the ice. \n\nThere really was a person lurking in there somewhere. She moved her hand in circles in his tummy fuzz, humming gently as she felt his coat bristling around her fingertips. He gave an appreciative low rumble to her movements, the dragoness inching her hand up his belly to reach his chest, feeling the vibrations in his shapely mass. \n\nThere was definitely reason to appreciate his body, the subtle power of a swimmer's strength under the smooth mid-length fur. Kelt was definitely a prime example of his kind, even his wedged face seemingly more attractive than the average sergals she's seen. Being a sergal helped his case even more, such a unique and exotic specimen, a species she had never had pleasure of partaking of in this manner. Her wandering hand halted in the middle of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, much slower than her excitedly hammering one. He was certainly cool under pressure, though in this situation his body was giving Pet the pressure, not the other way around. \n\nShe was blushing again, but no longer out of the shame of approaching this naked majesty of a sergal while she wore nearly nothing herself, the heat on her cheeks was a lustful one, instigated by the prospect of being able to fuck this man. She ripped her eyes off his again, more blood rushing to her face as she realized that by extension she was thrilled to be owned by him. One of her darkest and deepest dreams realized, just not in the way she was expecting.\n\nThe dragoness placed her other hand upon his chest, both appendages now sliding through his pelt to the sides of his torso, feeling everything they could reach. She let out a musing sigh, oh how far had she fallen. Both in life and for Kelt. She didn't know how he did it, actually make her willingly choose to be his pet for the rest of her life, to give everything up to serve him. Fantasy with collars and leashes was one thing, but to truly embrace such a thing...\n\nPet smiled anew as she took a step forward, pushing herself to him fully now. Her head pressed to his soft chest, rubbing her face into his fur while her breasts smushed to his body, and his lazily pulsing cock was sandwiched between their bellies. With a low ahhh she continued her expedition, arms running down his back to his tailbase in a sensual hug. \n\nFeeling the wall of fur pressed to her front scales was both stimulating and soothing, like a fuzzy jacket but bigger, better, warmer. Kelt released a low bemused rumble when her hands took big handfuls of his ass, gently squeezing and fondling the squishy flesh. It was a nice ass for a guy, small yet appreciable, fitting of his form.\n\nShe giggled a bit, Toy's ass was much more shapely. The drake's behind was not silly girly, but by god she just wanted to smack it sometimes. She [i]did[/i] smack it sometimes. Then she let her face wash back into the smug smile. She knew she had the best ass in the house, and would enjoy Kelt exploring it fully. \n\nWith new desire burning in her orange spheres, the dragoness swirled around the sergal's offered body, embracing him at all times as she moved around him, sliding her chest over his fur. She ran her petite hands across his toned arms, trailed her claws down his back lightly, brushed her plush thighs over his legs. She danced her body around his in a display of curious lust, wanting to feel every inch of him against her rich ruby scales.\n\nAll throughout this Kelt kept his body still, a pliable rigidity in his bones as he gave her a pole to dance upon. She spent a long while feeling him, roaming his being. The dragoness had sent herself into a debased heat, having the adonis on display for her to enjoy giving every movement a layer of arousal. \n\nYet despite her full body expedition, she had left his pulsating malehood on its own, saving the best for last. Separating herself at last, she returned to standing in front of him, their eyes locked once more before she gazed downwards towards his pale rod. He moved at last then, shifting from his modeling position to slowly sit on the edge of the bed. \n\nHe made a clear note to sit with his legs wide, package given a large berth for an inquisitive dragoness to inspect intimately. She watched him with a keen eye, locked to his throbbing length as he sat. He gestured cooly towards its tall point, seeing the hunger in her eyes. \"Go ahead.''\n\nShe looked to him briefly before dropping to her knees slowly, shuffling towards him. Moving until her face was just inches from his imposing member. She stopped, gradually lifting her arms to once more caress the plump orbs resting atop the mattress. Her nose felt the heat from the pole of flesh, his primal scent surrounding her senses. \n\nHe smelled wonderful to her sex focused mind, the pheromones only heightening her reaction to him. She gently fondled his loaded jewels as she let his scent fill her reality, eyes staring at his cock with more longing as each second passed. She closed her eyes and leaned forward the small amount needed to make her nose contact the pillar of arousal, pushing into it slightly.\n\n\"Fuck, you smell good.'' She whispered, slowly moving her head around after a moment's stillness. She nuzzled her face over his length, ran her snout across his underside, his taut skin rubbing her scales with gentle friction. Kelt held back an explanation of bio-chemical reactions and hormonal impulses, figuring it would ruin the mood. Instead he treated her with gentle sighs, indicating his appreciation of her rubbing her face all over his dick. She would likely smell like him for the rest of the day.\n\nAfter tender smothering and amazed caressing of wonderfully full nuts, she pulled back, panting over his shaft as it twitched with her hot breath. She couldn't help herself, things were going too slow to quell the fire she had built up in her loins. the dragoness dropped her head, directing his tip to her open mouth before clamping down on it, a fourth of his length enveloped by her lips and maw. \n\nShe sighed as his taste exploded into her senses, freezing as his cock's flavor seeped into her tongue. She blinked dreamily, giving a muffled moan as her tongue set to work, swirling around his tip, a small drool of pre being swallowed and cherished.\n\nPet had sucked some dicks in her lifetime, rarely finding one that wasn't a good time, Kelt's was no exception. Maybe she was just really fucking horny, or perhaps sergals were her dream cocks, but she wanted nothing more than to suck him off for the rest of her days. \n\nShe steadily worked down until his tip prodded the entrance to her throat, eyes keenly focused on how she was only about halfway down his near eleven inches. She lingered like this, content to simply have him in her mouth as she suckled his shaft, gently nursing the pre out of his cumslit as soon as it put out. She understood exactly what Kelt meant when he said that he proved to Toy that he was worth worshipping. \n\nHe was long, with a proportional girth, shaft wide and daunting. A missile, built to spear into every hole she had, it's express purpose to delve as deep as possible before delivering the final payload with his wide knot. A payload she could not wait to feel again. She had to sit there for at least half an hour just sucking what was in her mouth, relishing his taste and texture. Her mind was clouded with pure need, his flavor only fueling her further. \n\nKelt looked down to his pet, realizing how much she enjoyed worshipping him. She was perfect, nursing his length gently, cheeks hollowing periodically and neck swallowing as she rested against his thigh with her eyes closed, half of his length curved to meet her lips before vanishing. \n\nHe made sure to give her assuring hums and eventually rest his hand atop her head, gently stroking her hair with his thumb as she suckled. She began to rumble in joy as well, the vibrations tickling his cockhead pressed to her throat, eliciting more dribbles of fluid for her to enjoy. \n\nAs soon as Toy got out of his punishment, Kelt would be showing the drake a very good time. A reward now truly earned, Toy's work on the scouting out and profiling a perfect pet having delivered as promised. He stroked her head as she nursed, the dragoness reaching a peace she never thought she would reach, much less by sucking a big cock. \n\nIn this case her captors knew her better than herself. Yet while she had fully submitted herself to him and his dick now, the material was still malleable. Kelt needed the final strike while the iron was hot to truly cement her as his pet, for her to fully embrace it and never once question the happiness she gives and receives.\n\n\"Pet.'' He said cooly, looking down at her relaxed fellating head, one of her eyes cracking open to peer up at him. \"I know you want this, but you have doubts don't you? About this life I have given you.''\n\nDespite the fiery lust in her orange irises, the wayward consciousness of a person loomed beneath it. She gave him a hearty suckle and then nodded, her face rubbing his thigh. She didn't consider what she had to be doubts, for Kelt had shown that there was nothing but pleasure waiting for her, it was insecurities that she harbored. The unsureness that however many years down the line, there would be regret. It was her future self she was afraid of. \n\n\"Let me take a moment to dash them then.'' His gentle thumb twirls turned to full hand movement pets, running along her mid-length silver hair. He looked to the far wall, musing to himself. \"What is it that all people seek?'' He looked back to her with a questioning gaze, continuing before she could even contemplate pulling off his dick. \"Money? Power? Love?'' He smiled at her. \"Sure. But at its core, it is all the same.'' \n\nHe brushed some hair out of her eyes as she looked up to his. \"Worth. People seek to be worthy of their time in this life, validation of their existence. The tangible worth of wealth, the respect of being powerful, the adoration of being loved. Each one is aimed to guide how others see you as worthy of living. Everyone dreams of their name having meaning.'' \n\nHis other hand reached up to hold the side of her face, feeling her cheek where his girth rounded it out. \"But not everyone can make such a name for themselves. Many get lost in the mire of this world, faces upon faces passing by. While some can break through, most are stuck behind the curtain, limited to their little realm of socialization.'' \n\nHe stopped petting her, sliding his hand to the other side of her head, holding her skull in both hands. He gently lifted her from her resting place on his leg, the ruby girl staring at him with attentive eyes. \"Would you have considered yourself to be important before you met me?''\n\nHis member was still half buried in her maw, pressing to the inner hole of her neck. His grin sharpened, yet curled with tenderness. He began to pull her head down, the dragoness's eyes widening as he gently forced his way into her throat. \"How many would have seen you as worthy in your past life?'' He slid her down another inch, wet gacks and gags resounding from her descension. Yet her eyes remained open, staring intently to Kelt's as her brows kinked with struggle and tears came.\n\nHis smile lessened, a hint of genuineness behind it. \"That, I do not know. But I know you were not in a relationship, and you were in a harsh job that expected more than you could do with your current skill. You burned yourself out for the prospect of future worth, not even a guarantee. It pains me to see such a waste of a life's precious time.'' \n\nHe frowned, yet clearly not towards her. \"How many people could we save if they accepted the choice you made? How much despair could be prevented if people understood that your choice was a valid one? I wish not to make everyone choose your fate, merely recognize that there is a choice, and to respect those who make it.'' \n\nShe heaved a touch as his tip delved deeper into her gullet, nearly two thirds of his shaft buried in her spasming neck. \"Because I'm sure you share the sentiment that they do, knowingly or not. That becoming a pet, a thing to please me, would mean you become less than yourself. That it makes you marginal, strips any worth you might have by determining your future to be in service to me.'' His voice had been growing deeper, huskier as she was pulled lower and lower on his dick. \n\nSoon three quarters of his neck-straining member were being milked by her shuddering esophagus, her lips kissing the top of his knot. He held her there, letting her acclimate to him being lodged in her skull, granting her a view of the foreboding bulb of flesh that she would soon be made to conquer. \n\n\"That belief could not be more wrong.'' He said as his smile gradually returned, his hands gently rocking her head around, easing her lips over his pulsing knot as a pointed bulge appeared in her neck. \"In truth, your worth has only been made certain.'' Her lips began to strain over his thickness, head inching closer a millimeter at a time as he tenderly crammed himself into her face. \n\nThen she crested the hump, lurching forward with clenched eyes and a loud choke as he fully sheathed himself in her throat, his cock stretching her scaled neck to nearly twice it's normalcy, cheeks ballooned with his knot, it locked behind her teeth. Kelt hissed with sensation, eyes narrowing. \"[i]This[/i] is your worth. You are an object of my pleasure. As Pet, your name has meaning. To me, you are important. You are beautiful and capable. You are wanted. You are [i]mine[/i].'' \n\nHe let his head roll back with a satisfied groan, holding her head to his groin, his sheath rubbing into her lips as he filled her gullet completely. Her neck bulged out with his hearty throbs of climax, wet gurgles coming from her as ropes of potent seed were fired directly into her stomach. Her eyes opened and rolled back into her head in a strange mix of discomfort and bliss, eased by his words. \n\nHer legs shuddered on the ground, a dripping gush heard underneath her choking swallows. Kelt smiled broadly at the ceiling, seeing just how accurate Toy's profile was. The drake had truly found a good one for his first selection. He looked back down to her convulsing form, making sure to firmly hold her skull down. \n\nHe knew she had more air before passing out, and would enjoy using her mouth as a cockwarmer while he deflated. \"You're sleeping with me from now on.'' As she gurgled and tried to nod, he gave the most genuine smile yet. Now, she was truly his. He settled in for the lung-straining length it took for his knot to reduce enough to grant her airflow, returning to gently petting the dragoness as she struggled to swallow around him, strained tears running down her face. Kelt made a mental note to talk to her about getting some nasal tubes, so that her breathing was something he would no longer need to be concerned by.\n\n-\n\nThe lights clicked on in the basement, the tall sergal standing with a shadow of a red scaled dragoness standing almost shyly behind him. she had not spent too much time in the basement since she accepted Kelt's proposition, and was still somewhat unsettled to be there. It also didn't help that it was completely dark before the fluorescent lights flickered on, the only thing in the room indicating any life being the dim hum of electric motors and wet noises with needy breathing.\n\nNear the wall of bondage gear, one had been pulled out from the rest, a relatively straightforward fuck machine. Yet the chair it was linked to was not facing such that the long horse-shaped dildo attached to the piston could shoot between someone's spread legs, as the industrial seat had been turned around.\n\nThe backrest had been dropped a bit, letting Toy now sit reversely in the chair, chest pressed to the backrest as his knees rested on the seat cushion. The piston had been raised to point just over the headrest of the chair, conveniently featuring a little cutout to comfortably rest a chin.\n\nThis allowed the thick silicone shaft to relentlessly pound into Toy's gaping mouth, over a big basin with a tube at the bottom leading to a container that was a quarter full of vicious clear fluid. Toy himself was also equipped for the occasion, head fully covered in a shiny latex hood, ears visibly padded and muffled under the cones of rubber, while a thick blindfold attachment was secured to the cowl's now blocked eye-holes. Though his muzzle was obscured, head reduced to an inviting latex hole, it was fairly clear there was a ring-gag set deep into the hood's muzzle and holding his mouth open for the quick moving dildo.\n\nHis usual limb-length latex garments now had additional details as well, new thick bondage utility cuffs clasped to his wrists and ankles, with another set on his biceps and thighs. His hands were given smooth mittens, fingers locked inside the soft rubber, not that he would be doing much anyways with his wrist cuffs locked together behind his back.\n\nA full detail harness now also occupied his usually bare torso and middle, straps and rings strung about, helping lock him to the latch points on the chair back, nearly preventing all movement from him. He squirmed a small amount, the legs jutting out from the chair also locked together, letting his hips have the only real freedom. She also had to imagine that some of the harness's straps leading to his butt were for the purpose of keeping a dildo inside, as behind him stood an IV rack with a half-full enema bag hanging from it, the long tube vanishing behind him.\n\nToy was securely locked to the chair with his limbs bound and body restrained with some extra gear to his already fetish-y outfit, allowing his head to remain perfectly still and welcoming for the horse dildo that pounded his face. His head was tilted down a bit, to meet the faux-shaft's thrusts while also allowing the copious amount of dripping sloppy spit to land in the catching device.\n\nAs Kelt calmly walked down the stairs, Pet had been frozen in the doorway as she saw the state of the drake, someone who she could confidently call a friend now. It was odd, she knew he was kinky, but she had never actually seen him in full bondage-toy mode. The dragoness had hesitated long enough that Kelt was looking back at her from the bottom of the stairs, a brow raised as his tail almost impatiently swished behind him.\n\nThough he seemed outwardly irritated, his words eased her. \"If you are uncomfortable being here, or seeing him like this, you are free to return upstairs.''\n\nShe looked into his eyes for a moment, shaking her head after a while. \"No, I'll stay. This is a part of my life now, no point in trying to avoid it.''\n\nA simple nod was the sergal's reply, continuing his journey towards the boy getting mechanically facefucked since the morning. Little moans came occasionally from Toy, alongside a few gags and terse ghlk's as the toy's blunt flared head rammed into his neck. Pet jogged a little to catch up to her master, wanting to stay close while in this room, a far cry to how she wanted to be as far as possible when she was first taken here.\n\nHer eyes were glued to the dark shaft plunging into Toy's shiny-hooded face, somewhat feeling bad for him on the particularly deep thrusts. \"Toy?'' She called out, wanting to get some sign of assurance.\n\nKelt gave her a look as he opened one of the metal storage lockers nearby, pulling a few things out. \"He cannot hear you. The hood and blindfold are quite effective, the only sense he has is touch. I would like to request you don't touch him.''\n\nPet then gave the drake a worried look. \"He... does he even know we're here?''\n\nThe sergal's voice was calm and stoic as usual, cold to those who aren't initiated with him. \"Likely not.''\n\nShe shook her head. \"But... what about smell?''\n\n\"The latex cowl and muzzle attachment that makes up the complete hood has nasal tubes, reaching deep enough to ensure that he will not have his airways impacted by the dildo. This also prevents him from smelling.''\n\nPet stared at the hood in new horror, the true extent becoming clearer. \"Is... is that comfortable?'' She asked hesitantly as Kelt returned to stand beside the restrained Toy with a container and a tube plus syringe combo like the one they fed her cum with.\n\nThe sergal shrugged, \"I do not know. If Toy dislikes it, he has not indicated so. At the very least, he understands the importance of being able to breathe to allow his mouth to be used without restriction.'' He looked to her, the emotion on his face unknown if there was any, instead looking like he was analyzing her. \"I intend to buy similar nasal implements for you as well, so you also did not have to worry about air while I am knotted in your mouth.''\n\nHe paused as he saw the look she gave him, the sergal raising a hand before she spoke. \"I had meant to broach the topic with you, and get you to talk to Toy about them, he would be able to figure out if you would be a good fit for them. I will not force you, though without such assurances, there may be some risky moments where you might pass out.''\n\nKelt walked to the rear of their little face-fucking getup, Toy's ass nicely presented from his kneeling spot on the seat, tail having a cuff of it's own and linked to his collar, keeping it raised. His wrinkled onyx hole was spread open with a thick black plug, laid between his white furred cheeks, the stretched rim clenching sporadically with each full-body lurch from the long equine dildo bottoming out in his face. The middle of the dildo's base was the host to the end of the tube running down from the enema bag, clear fluid lazily coursing down into Toy's rear, a flow rate valve making sure his filling was gradual.\n\nHis plump snowy balls hung nicely below, swaying as his muzzle was made to accommodate the rapid fuck machine. The way they fell with gravity had them blocking the view of his sheath behind them, the metal ring around the base of his sack the only indication of the cage on said sheath. Primarily just a metal half-sphere planted atop it, with a hole in the middle that linked to his urethra. Unseen was the black flesh straining against the metal, the stopper in the cage's hole preventing his pre from dripping onto the cushion and making a mess.\n\n\"Regardless, now is not the time to discuss such things, Toy needs lunch. You expressed your interest in viewing the process, yes?'' \n\nPet was curious about how one of Toy's 'milking' days were carried out, but that was before she had seen him like this. She felt odd, almost wanting to stop the machine and free him, yet deeper in her was a new curiosity. She had to admit, with her time here bringing her sexuality to her forefront and exposing her to the higher level actions of her fetishes, Toy looked pretty damn hot like this.\n\nWhile personally not a huge fan of wearing the latex sleeves and stockings like Toy, she did appreciate their look, especially on him. To now see him fully kitted up as a restrained rubber slave was intriguing if not arousing. Pet faced the sergal, pushing down her instinctual doubts and worries for Toy, knowing that he liked this and that she would need to get over such petty thoughts if she were to fulfill her own role eventually.\n\n\"Yeah, I wanna see.'' She said with only a slight shake to her voice. Kelt stared at her for a moment, reminding her that she was still fairly green to the whole fuckpet thing. She picked it up quickly, \"I mean, yes, I would like to see it master.'' Another nod was his simple acknowledgment.\n\nShe saw him uncap the cylinder container he brought, a bulk batch of that liquid food from a glance inside. He then placed the nozzle of the big syringe in the goop and pulled it into the implement. Once full, the container almost perfectly matching the syringe's capacity, he then placed the plastic tube on the end, and linked it to the empty port on the Y-shape connector on the enema pipe's flow valve. \n\n\"Why is he getting stuff pumped up his butt anyways?'' Pet suddenly asked, orange eyes now glowing with a fresh curiosity as her previous negative notions were slowly worn down, both by her captors and her own lust. Once more the sandy furred sergal froze and glanced to her with a blank look. She sighed, \"Master? Can you please tell me why Toy is getting an enema?''\n\n\"We are harvesting his spit. That is a fluid. Thus, he needs fluid. It serves to hydrate him.'' Kelt then began pressing the syringe while fiddling with the flow control valve, allowing the nutrient mush to dominate the enema. \"It is also useful to feed him, and this way he does not know it is happening. As much as he might brag about having a sensitive anus, he cannot tell the difference in fluid inside him beyond temperature, which I endeavored to match.''\n\nIt only took a moment of thought for Pet to hum contemplatively, understanding why Kelt was doing that. It maintained Toy's sensory deprivation. The earmuffs, the blindfold, even the nasal tubes, and now feeding him in a way where he never knew Kelt even did it, didn't even know anything about his surroundings. She voiced her thoughts without much hesitation.\n\n\"You have him in sensory deprivation.''\n\nAn unimpressed, \"Yes,'' came from the sergal as he kept pushing the plunger, looking at his toy gently squirm and getting his face pounded. \n\nShe had learned her lesson today pretty quickly, \"May I ask why, master?''\n\nThough the hidden twinkle in Kelt's eyes were likely more from looking at Toy, she did notice the edge of his mouth curl into the slightest smile. \"Sensory deprivation will be a standard tactic here, Pet. Currently, Toy is being deprived as punishment. He will spend all day without so much as smelling his master, much less knowing if I even checked on him. The milking is not the punishment, it is the 'alone time' that he hates. The machine is a mercy really, he cannot stand being isolated with his thoughts.''\n\nShe wanted to ask, but Kelt continued on his own. “Past guilt. Past pain. Things that haunt him and cannot be so easily forgotten. The milking gives him some sensation, some security that he is at least home, and safe. Parts of his brain were affected by some overdoses before I owned him, memory is something he has trouble with in certain ways. Though his recollection is not impaired, when losing his reality anchoring senses, he is prone to severe flashbacks. I wish to avoid sending him back to his life on the streets, even if it is all a memory.” \n\nHe then looked to the crimson dragoness, her own eyes looking at Toy with some level of empathy. “But discipline is not the only reason to employ deprivation. In fact, your first time did, with the blindfold.” Looking back to the gagging drake, “Complete elimination of senses is not something we can do practically in a sexual setting between two people, so typically we will only be removing one or two senses. Taking sight will be the most common, though hearing isn’t uncommon. If you are wondering as to why, I’m sure you can remember the orgasm you had when you only had my touch to know, losing one sense heightens the others.”\n\nAs Kelt continued to feed Toy through his butt, they both looked at the dark furred drake, covered in darker latex on most parts now. Pet of course knew there was more to Toy, some previous admittances sparking her interest. Especially considering the mystery of Doll, he was basically an enigma to her. She knew most of his injuries were made by himself, in a terrible response to the trauma of his original mutilation, but what caused that still eluded her.\n\nShe stood in silence as Kelt finished the enema injection, the whirring and slippery noises of the fuck machine filling the room. Pet continued to be still as Kelt smoothly switched the flow back to the hanging bag, transitioning in a way the Toy wouldn't even know his stream was interrupted. He swiftly cleaned the equipment as Pet drifted in her thoughts, replaying some of her and Toy's interactions. \n\nThe voice beside her shook her from her mind, jumping a bit as she turned and then had to look up to meet the sergal's eyes. \"That concludes the process.'' He said with his usual lack of flair.\n\nPet almost had to slow her heart rate, wondering how the man moved so silently, or if she was just zoned out that much. \"Alright.'' She said a bit sheepishly, Toy becoming her gaze's interest again. \"What now?'' She said, more or less just tossing the question out there.\n\nThis time, Kelt actually shrugged. \"He will be here until I release him at six pm, so I suppose you must find a way to occupy yourself until then. I know you don't have a clear routine and duties yet, so the only thing I can suggest is taking some free time or picking up Toy's chores in his absence so that things don't fall behind schedule.''\n\nDeliberation was given, the dragoness unsurprisingly leaning to the free time. But, she sighed and nodded. \"Well, I suppose I was the one who tempted him, it's only fair I get the work he was supposed to do.'' She nodded, building her determination. \"Yeah, I'll go ask Doll what all it is that Toy does.''\n\nOne of Kelt's trademark simple nods came, \"That is quite acceptable. I'm sure Toy will be very appreciative.'' He looked at her, \"Thank you, Pet.''\n\nHe made sure he was making direct eye contact as he said that, the nice little compliment actually making her blush a bit. \"O-Oh, thanks master.'' As she gave a somewhat awkward little laugh, she strained up and gave a little gesture to the door. \"Well... I guess I should go get started.''\n\nThey then both stood there in silence, Pet growing more and more abashed as Kelt almost seemed to ignore her. With a blush of minor embarrassment, the dragoness now tried to get her master's attention. \"Uhhh. Master? A-After you...'' She said with another motion at the door.\n\nThe golden sergal gave nothing but a raised brow. \"You do not need my permission to begin work on your duties. Nor do you need me to walk up some stairs and open a door.''\n\nHer face was really red now, even standing out on her ruby scales. \"Oh.'' She grimaced with a bit of a cringe at her own actions, \"I just, ah, figured that since you escorted me in, you know...'' She stammered out a few quiet excuses before slowly walking to the door. As she reached the first step, she paused, a thought becoming clear as she twisted around to face Kelt.\n\n\"Master?'' She asked tentatively as she saw him pull over a chair from nearby. \n\nHe looked to her as he dropped into it. \"Yes, Pet?''\n\n\"You're staying?''\n\n\"Yes.''\n\n\"It's just him down here, are you just going to sit there?''\n\nHe seemed to stare into her soul, yet his eyes softened. \"Yes.'' Kelt then produced a book from somewhere, flipping to a page. \"I wish to spend time with him.''\n\nMinor confusion was on her features as her ears tilted in question. \"But... he doesn't even know you're there.''\n\nKelt met her eyes one last time, \"What kind of master would I be if I didn't keep watch over my possessions? Just because he is deprived of the world does not change my own responsibilities to him.''\n\nThen he was looking at the pages, the sounds of Toy getting his throat stuffed providing background noise as Pet gave a final thoughtful hum and went upstairs.\n\nHours went by, Kelt eventually closing his book and standing from the chair, returning it to it's spot in the corner storage. He left, going upstairs to his office to make a few calls and do some work that he needed to do. But he was soon stepping back down those stairs once more, perfectly on time to when he told Toy his punishment would be over.\n\nHe turned the light back on, then calmly disabled the fuck machine. As Toy processed not having his face be nothing more than a cocksleve, Kelt began to efficiently undo his binds. By the time Toy was aware of the world again, his limbs were free and his harness was detached from the chair's latching points.\n\nThough his movements were disjointed, like he was just woken up or drunk, he instantly looked relieved to see his sergal when Kelt detached the blinder on his hood. Then with the addition of sight to his already adjusting senses, Toy promptly collapsed and fell to all fours, losing his balance.\n\nAfter coughing some, trying to get some spit back in his mouth and stop the world from spinning, while also getting rid of the pins and needles in his limbs, Toy was content to simply kneel down and stare at the cold grey concrete under him. Despite an addled mind, he smiled when he saw his mittened hands over the surface, thinking he looked adorable with the bondage. He smiled more when he saw the unique paws of a sergal walk to stand before him, waiting patiently.\n\nKelt gave his toy a moment to recover before speaking or doing anything. \"Now that all that is over, how about a reward?'' Kelt reached a hand out to the kneeling drake. Who looked up and cracked a smile, taking the hand. Well, putting his round rubber bump into his palm.\n\nAs Toy was pulled up, his smile grew uncontrollable. \"As long as I can get some water first.'' He chuckled, clutching the sergal's hand with both mittened appendages before stepping to hug the sergal for support as his legs shook.\n\n-\n\nThe sound of the cup slamming to the counter echoed a bit in the spacious upper floor of the lodge. Toy took a breath as his neck was no longer focused on chugging water, smacking his maw a few times. He shot a look over to the sergal leaning on the counter beside him in the kitchen, \"Gonna be tasting silicone all day now.''\n\nKelt remained stoic, the subtle bit of humor passing him. \"You know where the mints are located, you are free to use them.''\n\nThe drake simply blew some air out of his nose bemusedly as a little smirk of adoration came upon his muzzle. His master was certainly a character. Toy looked to the microwave to check the time, just past six pm. He filled his glass up and drank it quickly before setting it in the sink, bouncing on his paws and rolling his shoulders a bit, loosening his stiff muscles.\n\n\"Alright, I suppose I should get out of the full harness and pick up the tasks that I was meant to do before I got scheduled for a day in the dungeon.''\n\nThe sergal shook his head, making Toy raise a brow. \"Pet took care of your duties for the day. It seems she felt a bit guilty for seducing you. In fact she is currently dusting downstairs, and will likely not finish cleaning the lower floor for another hour.''\n\nA slow blink was given by Toy before he relaxed and smiled a bit. \"Aww, she shouldn't have. It's not her fault I got swept away with the prospect of a bathtime fuck. Now I'm just going to have to make it back up to her somehow.''\n\nNow kelt raised a brow. \"Why? She caused a punishment for you and then made it up. You do not need to repay her repayment.''\n\nToy cocked his hips a bit before leaning on the counter with the sergal. \"I'm a toy master. Your assumption of my behavior is as if I was a person.''\n\nKelt continued to stare. \"As much as I am glad the conditioning worked, you are still physically a person. It is not the issue of whether your subservience dictates you to repay Pet, I am simply confused by the logic behind it. Or the lack thereof. If the conditioning is also successful on her, she will wish to repay you in the same way, and you have begun an unending cycle that might impact your normal duties.''\n\nToy scoffed while tossing a hand. \"Jeez master, I'm not going to dedicate a whole day to her, I just meant to make some nice food or tongue the hell out of her pussy. It's not illogical, it's selfless. Which is the name of the game when being a possession like me.''\n\nThe sergal met his toy's bright blue eyes, a constant joy behind them. He gave a simple contemplative hum to the boy, dressed in full bondage gear over that giddy exterior.\n\nA slight shrug came from the drake as he settled in to resting against the granite counter beside his master. \"And I can't say for sure if Pet will do some infinite reciprocation thing. She's perfect, but we've yet to determine her progress.'' A bit of silence filled the room then, the sergal staring intently at his toy while the drake fiddled with some of the D-rings on his thigh cuffs and harness.\n\nAs the quiet dragged on, Toy gave a simple \"Huh.'' He then looked back to Kelt. \"Well then. What now? Got anything for me to do, or is this some extra free time?''\n\nKelt then softly shook his head. \"No. Actually I was meaning to inform you that we do have progress with Pet. She will be sleeping with me primarily now, and we had a lovely talk while I was knotted to her face.'' A smile came upon his angled snout as Toy intently listened. \"Your first acquisition prospect has exceeded all expectations and that means you have earned a reward as a result.''\n\nToy seemed to light up, standing a bit taller with perked ears, the praise making him blush a bit. \"O-Oh thank you master! But...'' He sheepishly looked down as his ears wilted a bit, his eyes going to the metal cage on his sheath. \"I uh... don't think I can properly enjoy a reward currently.''\n\nThe smile on Kelt's face went a little more genuine. \"Who said it needed to be sexual?'' Toy now looked to the sergal with a bit of confusion as Kelt pulled two folded pieces of paper from his pocket. \"That new movie you're interested in came out, and there is a showing 45 minutes.''\n\nThe drake stared at the papers with awe, tracking their descent as Kelt almost smugly placed them on the counter. Toy couldn't help the silly smile he had as the golden sergal reached a hand over, cupping the drake's snout in his palm and turning Toy's adorably happy face to meet his own.\n\n\"Go get dressed, we leave in five.'' The second Kelt released his toy's muzzle the drake shot to the stairs, unbuckling his cuffs on the way already.\n\n\"I'll be ready in three!'' He shouted back, voice growing distant with each excited footfall of him running down the stairs.\n\nKelt had to yell to make sure his toy heard his next order, \"And wear something nice! There's dinner reservations afterwards!''\n\nHe could barely hear the squeal of excitement coming from downstairs.\n\n-\n\nThe big wooden front door swung open, a nice though modestly dressed sergal and drake stepping through. Toy was still inseparable from his master, arms wrapped around the larger sergal's as he strode in with Toy dotingly clutching him. Though the surprisingly normal clothes somewhat concealed it, Toy's most prized article was still plainly visible. He would never dare cover or hide his collar.\n\nThe already usually skippy boy almost seemed high on his master's affection, even more bubbly and intensely jubilant. He stuck close to the sergal, and once the man had dropped off his wallet and keys, Toy was tugging Kelt to the sergal's bedroom. In a rare showing of a genuine smile, amusement, and surprisingly some hesitation, Kelt had to plant his articulated footpaws and stand his ground as Toy ineffectively tried to drag him.\n\n\"Come onnnn master!'' He said, the boy having a clear need in his voice under the childlike excitement. \"Please fuck me!'' He spoke with puppy-dog eyes.\n\nKelt gave a somewhat unsure chuckle, \"I would love to Toy, but you know you are in chastity. You would not be able to cum, much less get hard even. I wished to reward you, taking pleasure from you would not be very rewarding would it?''\n\nThat begging attitude from the drake diminished ever so slightly, a bit of sultry smile replacing it. \"Cumming is a reward master, and I would not be able to do that. But cumming or not, getting fucked is a good time, and I want to give you a good time. You can't just take me to dinner and a movie, then not get some ass in return.''\n\nThough the master knew the answer that would come from his long-owned toy, he still asked. \"You would still receive when you are caged?'' This sort of teasing was something Kelt subtly enjoyed. He knew very well that during Toy's usual annual chastity month, the drake got very eager to please.\n\nToy scoffed, \"Master, I don't know why you're so hung up about this. You made me your toy. Your pleasure matters to me, mine does not. Is me getting off nice? Fuck yeah, but it's just a bonus. Forgive me for overstepping my role a bit, but shut up and pound my ass. You deserve to cum after tonight. It's so much easier to focus on pleasing when I'm caged.''\n\nThe tension left the golden sergal's body quickly, relenting to his toy's demands of use as the sergal heard what he wanted to hear. As he was dragged into the bedroom, Toy already unbuttoning his shirt, he craned his neck to face the amusedly watching Pet on the couch. \"I apologize Pet, it seems you have to begin sleeping with me tomorrow.''\n\nShe laughed, \"It's fine master, I don't mind sharing a bed with you two.''\n\nThough the pair had vanished around the doorframe, Toy's smug face popped out for a second. \"It's not the space that's the issue, but the matter of sleeping itself. We won't be doing much of it.'' Then Kelt's hand appeared on his shoulder yanking him back. The man was already naked, a professional in discarding a wardrobe.\n\nThankfully, so was Toy, also standing in the buff besides his collar and cage. It seemed as if there was some plan, both moving to the bed at once, Toy laying on his back as Kelt came up between his legs, taking his ankles and lifting them to his shoulders. After goading his master so much, he had to accept the price that revving Kelt up so much meant that only a glob of spit would be easing the large sergal's entrance under his tail.\n\nWith forceful friction, Kelt took his Toy, wasting no time to build into harsh thrusts that used his length to spear deep into Toy. The drake moaned around his grimaces, the deep and dry thrusts sending a hearty mix of sensations. But as Kelt stared down into his Toy's blue eyes, brows kinked and gradually getting more unfocused as Kelt began really giving it to the drake, he smiled around the lustful open mouth he had.\n\nToy knew he spurred his master to a rare level, asking, begging to be taken even when he would get nothing but the satisfaction of serving. Kelt was usually one for some buildup, not exactly foreplay, but he would gradually ramp up his actions as he made his Toy more needy with his touch. \n\nThis time, he disregarded all needs of his toy, focusing entirely on his own sensations, just like his toy wished. Rapid deep bucks that sometimes brought more discomfort than pleasure, Toy reveled in being that hole master used to get off. He knew he was in for it when Kelt frantically rammed his dick through Toy's straining tailhole before stopping, a truly virile amount of cum blasting out into his bowels in numerous shots.\n\nThat egging on had placed Kelt in the purpose state of fucking, of satiating himself, almost a rut. Even as his throbbing member spurted out the last few bits of seed, the sergal was brutally pounding back into the trained tightness of Toy. Loud exclamations flew from the drake's panting mouth, muzzle parted as hot breath came, face both scrunched and loose, both pained and delighted.\n\nBy the third rush of semen rushing up Toy's intestines, he became a little unresponsive, getting limper as his anus was thoroughly abused. By the fifth, he was weakly clutching Kelt with his body, legs locked behind his back, with his arms needfully wrapped around his shoulders, pulling the sergal's head close to his own.\n\nEventually, a small break was taken, though Kelt did not pull out. He was squarely knotted to the drake, Toy's rim snugly holding behind his bulb, though he would be breaking it open once more as soon as he caught his breath. They continued to be embraced despite the stillness, a river of cum on the sheets as it was previously forced from his colon with violent thrusts. Toy's rear and cheeks were a sloppy matted mess of jizz, thick white strands coating every inch of fur in the zone of copulation.\n\nToy's own sheath was dry, balls plump and full, a simple metal nub showing no signs of the burning arousal trapped under the metal. Toy had actually fallen asleep during this interlude, nearly two am and absolutely beat from the day of milking and the unending ferocious fucking of his ass. The boy's body was clearly showing the signs of Kelt simply taking the pleasure from him, regardless of what his toy felt.\n\nYet despite the one way transaction and disregard, the discomfort and the vicious way Kelt was currently using him, Toy slept with a peaceful face. Kelt wasn't going out of his way to hurt, he was merely not holding back. He was taking all the pleasure he wanted from Toy's body, which is exactly what the drake asked for. So as kelt ripped his knot out the strained anus he had been destroying all night, he smiled and stared happily into his toy's own happy slumbering face, cramming his thick bitch-breaking bulb back through that well-used messy hole.\n\n-\n\nPet knocked on the door gently, \"Hey guys, you awake?'' She had waited an hour past when they were usually up, figuring Kelt would wish to be woken up before the morning got too far.\n\nOne voice responded, \"Yes,'' the clear and concise voice of her master.\n\nShe turned the handle, opening the door to stick her head in. Just as she got a view of the room, she heard the slick wet pop of Kelt yanking his knot free of Toy's ass. The drake laying face down, arms wrapped under a pillow he placed his head upon while pleasantly dozing, Kelt just now rolling over from his former spot atop the boy.\n\nSeeing as how neither were below covers, Pet could see the absolute torrent of seed wash out from Toy's gaped hole, his entire ass a matted mess of cum, the mess a contrast to his pristine cage peeking out from below him as he lay somewhat to his side. Kelt finished rolling over, Laying on his back before propping his chest up on his elbows, looking to pet as his massive member still bounced, hard as steel as it flopped with his halted momentum.\n\n\"Is there something you want Pet?'' He asked calmly, taking his sloppy cum coated dick into a hand to gently heft it, small little rubs from his thumb keeping him ready to go back into the cockwarmer that was his toy's rectum. The entirely sexual scene caught pet somewhat off guard, almost getting the impression that Kelt had simply never stopped fucking the drake, well into the next morning.\n\nShe blushed with some embarrassment for walking like that, but thanks to her gradual openness to such things, the heat on her face was nothing compared to the sudden flames in her own nethers. \"O-Oh, sorry master, I was just thinking you might have been asleep, and that you would want me to wake you up before you miss any meetings.''\n\nKelt shook his head, the almost audible river of spunk gushing from toy's ass continuing, \"No, I have checked my schedule and am awake, I just wanted to continue using Toy until the last minute. I have time for about two or three more orgasms, and will be up and about as normal then. Toy will likely continue to sleep, and he is permitted to.''\n\nPet just stared at her friend's destroyed ass and the wonderfully threatening shaft that did it, still gently held by Kelt, almost presenting it to her. But with all the circumstances, there was another strange little warmth in her when Kelt spoke next, \"I appreciate your attentiveness Pet, but do not do this again. Do not take this as a slight, I am grateful that you would place such consideration towards me, but I am well aware of my own responsibilities, and am capable of meeting my own schedule.''\n\nThough it had some irritation in the words, the words themselves were important to her, a subtle gratitude. He knew that she would likely still harbor some bad blood of their general situation besides the great sex, so something hidden behind his eyes shone a true thankfulness of her increasing acceptance and embracing of her life. \n\n\"Alright then master, I will remember that. I suppose I should start breakfast in Toy's stead then? Or do you wish for me to wait until everyone is awake?''\n\nThe imposing sergal gave his dick a long wet sounding stroke, lubed by the cum layer still on it, \"That would be wonderful Pet. Please have a double batch of waffles ready within an hour. I imagine we both will want some food after the night.'' Rolling over once more to lay over Toy's sleeping form, he had no trouble pushing his length back into the stuffed guts of the drake, a sodden noise of his length displacing more cum to pour from his hole before the slick plap of his knot locking back inside that accommodating anus.\n\nThe ruby dragoness gave one glance to the scene before retreating and closing the door. She then stood by the wooden frame a moment longer, hearing the sudden slaps of Kelt jackhammering into Toy's soft butt again. Though she did have to walk away and focus on the pristine nature view from their windows to calm her own arousal into a manageable state, she became infinitely more grateful that Kelt still allowed her to masturbate.\n\nShe looked down, wearing panties today, black ones with thin strings. They did a poor job covering her, but that was because their purpose was to hold the vibrating dildo inside her pussy, it roaring away at her nerves even at this moment. She stood in the open of the living room with her own lust apparent, heated cheeks and bent legs, shaky breath and barely restrained hands. The panties helped stem the flow of her juices, but a large volume was currently giving the soft scales on her inner thighs a new shine.\n\nTaking a deep breath, and being very careful to forget the fact that the two were fucking, and she was in the next room with nothing but panties and a vibrator, she calmed herself to where she could at least focus on making the waffle batter. As she moved to the kitchen and got ingredients out, she nearly had to laugh. She was the horniest she's ever been these last few weeks, and now the only thing she had to do to get possibly the best dicking of her life, was to walk to the next room and ask.\n\nAll this started in a quest to find a good lay, and although it was a crazy journey, she found two. Even better, they were kinky as fuck, and she could finally cut loose without the risk of some partner thinking she was some kind of slut. Because these two already knew she was one.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Prospect 4 - Embracing

Pet, a lovely little specimen of a pretty red-scaled dragoness, woke up feeling more refreshed than she ever had, despite subtle aches and twinges in her body from yesterday's activities. Yet instead of that cute black and white furred drake known as Toy gently shaking her awake like usual, it was a knock at her door.

"Wake up Pet, breakfast is ready.'' Kelt said through the door, her golden furred sergal, her master.

She blinked, surprised that he woke her up. "Be up in a minute... master.'' The dragoness said with audible grogginess and adjustment to new titles. She forced herself to sit upright, sheets falling off her torso as her bust jigged freely. She yawned and stretched her arms, dull pops coming from her joints before she rubbed her eyes.

Sighing, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and forced herself to wake up, heading to the bathroom adjoined to her room. There she looked at herself in the mirror a bit, looking at her naked body with a new type of confidence. While she didn't take a shower, since showers were now a nightly thing, she did brush her teeth and tidy up her bed head a bit.

She returned to the main room, sliding open a drawer to reveal various types of stockings and gloves like Toy wore daily. The red scaled girl did have one set of the latex garments, yet most of hers were fabric. Today she was choosing to take the silky pink ones. One final accessory was needed, one she still felt slight hints of queasiness while putting on. She reached to her bedside table and picked up her collar, the black leather band's only detail being 'Pet' embroidered in bright red. Her new name.

She quickly put it on, still not wanting to think about things too much. Then she opened the door to a new day, and strode purposefully down the hall, going upstairs to the kitchen. At the table, Kelt and Doll sat, both not eating and merely drinking coffee. Doll was Toy's twin brother, and a perplexing combination of Toy's sexuality and Kelt's mental oddities.

His stark white chest bore the crimson highlighted lines of a Y-shaped incision akin to autopsies. Yet more harrowing were the dense slashes over his brow, eyes gouged out and barren pits remaining, only the lines of scar tissues inside. Beyond those two major wounds, he had long stitched up surgical incisions on his entire body. His limbs had one on each of the four sides, running down the entire length before splitting into five over the bone in his palm and extending up to his fingertips or toes. He had other cuts in choice locations, around his midsection and whatnot, giving him the look of a horror movie villain, or a survivor depending on the film.

Beside his eyes and the major cuts on his chest, Pet had learned that all his other wounds were self-inflicted. The cuts and their meaning were insane, the drake wishing to be master's doll so bad that he cut himself to give himself 'seams' like a rag-doll would. He looks at them as something that make him beautiful, artisan craftwork that should be admired and praised.

While he did have impressive stitch-work for being blind, it did not change the fact that his expertise was in sewing flesh, something that had every reason to unsettle Pet. In Doll's defense, he went through considerable trauma with his initial injuries, giving him a severe case of masochism and destabilizing his mental state. Doll is also on a lot of painkillers, so that could be doing it too.

She smiled at him, having gotten used to seeing him at their meals, him only really showing up after the first week where they kept him out of sight while she adjusted. Doll was still charismatic, almost as much as Toy, maybe more. He had a cool or smug smile most of the time, reflecting the constant pride he felt to have his seams on display.

Every once and awhile he would rub his hands over his stitches, tracing the incisions with a claw and shuddering with delight. Freaky, but fun to talk to when he wasn't explaining his preferred method of stitching or how squishy he felt when cutting himself. Despite having very clear violent tendencies, they were never directed outward, and he only sparingly cut himself now to stop his seams from fully healing over, content with his current set's design.

The dragoness sat at the spot at the table with a loaded plate set out, her breakfast. "Good morning master, Doll.'' Kelt just dipped his head in greeting, while Doll shot her some finger guns, ears flicking around as she sat down. She dug in, burning a lot of energy yesterday and always a fan of Toy's cooking. Speaking of, "Where's Toy?'' she asked.

Kelt looked at her plainly. "He's currently in the basement, getting milked.''

Pet blinked as a fork of food paused on the way to her mouth. "...Milked?''

Kelt nodded. "Not literally. Drakes, or Draahnkyrn if you're feeling particular, produce a very interesting saliva. It's thick and anti-bacterial, it preserves well and is secreted when aroused to lubricate the mouth and throat. So we make a lot of homemade lube out of it, saves me a fortune.'' Kelt took a casual sip of his coffee as he looked out the large windows. "Typically we only need one milking session a month, the saliva makes a lot of lube when diluted, but Toy needed to be disciplined, so he gets to spend the day being milked.''

"Punished? What did he do?''

Kelt regarded her simply, not much emotion on his face. "You should know, you're the one he came inside.''

Pet slowly sat back in her chair. Right, Toy wasn't supposed to cum for a month. "Why aren't I being punished then?''

The sandy sergal nodded absently, as if saying 'good question.' "You have every right to ask Toy to pleasure you, and have no such restrictions on your releases. He knew that he wasn't supposed to cum, but still did so. There are plenty of ways for him to satisfy you without himself climaxing. Now his next orgasm has been pushed to three months from now and his chastity cage is being used to ensure another issue doesn't happen. I apologize if you wished to be penetrated by him again soon, as that will not be happening. Though I understand he was occupied with providing you with a pleasurable time, that does not allow him to forget that he needs my permission for release, on top of being restricted at the time.''

The dragoness hmm'd with thought, taking the bite that had been delayed. Well, at least master had gotten him to make breakfast before tossing him into the sex dungeon. She looked back to Kelt, peering at a tablet as he sipped his steamy mug. "You know, I've been meaning to ask... Toy and Doll are legit drakes as you've just proven. How did you get your hands on two Draahnkyrn? If you took them like you took me, I don't know how you managed to nab them inside the Republic.''

Kelt looked to her with a small glint to his eyes, pleased by her curiosity. "It helped that they were already outside the Republic. But we still must be careful, they are extremely noticeable and any drake would know instantly who they are, which is also why we are on the other side of the world in America. I understand the risk that kidnapping a Draahnkyrn Republic citizen could have a drake black ops squad make me disappear overnight, so precautions have been taken.''

He looked to Doll sitting there, suddenly looking a bit down. "Their family is very powerful and at odds with their children, hence why it was up to me to provide them a good life filled with a good purpose.'' He then looked back to Pet, "And they went through the standard procedure to exit the Republic, thus are sterilized, so you don't need to worry about Toy getting you pregnant, and our biology is too different for me to impregnate you. Unless of course, you wish for that, where I believe I can make something work.''

The dragoness shook her head. "Nope, no kids. Got enough going on right now.''

Kelt smirked a bit at her. "Of course, as I said it is up to you, just ask if you desire such motherhood. Same goes for Toy being the father. The Republic's sterilization procedure is designed to be undone upon reentrance, and I can pull a few strings to get it done here.''

The dragoness held up her hands and waved them in negation. "No, no, I'm good. Ask again in ten years maybe, but no kids right now.''

Doll leaned forward to drop his muzzle into two hands, sticking his tongue out teasingly. "Awww, I think you and Toy would have beautiful children.''

She returned his mocking tongue despite it going unseen by him, "Your definition of beautiful is up for debate.'' Doll's grin grew sharper as he chuckled. The dragoness redirected her attention back to the golden furred sergal. "What's the plan for today then? I'm still tagging along with Toy most of the time.''

The sergal flicked his eyes up to her. "I was thinking about doing some body introductions.'' Pet looked at him questioningly. He took another sip before continuing. "While we are getting a good view of your body, and we might have had a fair bit of physical interaction with it, nobody really knows your full physical form here. I was thinking of setting a day aside to simply... 'feel you up' in a manner of speaking, truly get to know your entire self. My goal yesterday was to heighten both of our sensations, while this time it would be pure exploration.''

Staring at her plate, the dragoness couldn't really decline him. He had proven his capability of handling her body yesterday and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to feel him roaming her scales again.

Looking back to his tablet, Kelt continued. "Of course, the same goes for me and the others. While you certainly felt what my body could provide in pleasure, you haven't really felt it fully on your own. So you are also free to get more acquainted with my form and the toys.''

She looked at the sergal sitting calmly at the table and enjoying his morning. She knew what he looked like naked but most of the time yesterday was spent blindfolded, heightening her body's sensitivity to his. She also recalled how much she wanted to get her hands on him from their date all that time ago, her lust for him understandably dampened until their time together yesterday.

Pet felt a warm blush on her face, getting yet another subtle reminder that she wasn't covering her chest in the slightest. "I think... I'd like that.'' Her softer tan underbelly scales felt flushed yet a bit cool in the open air. Her nipples hardened a little as she faced her casual nudity with a silly grin. She had always been happy to show off to her partners, but to be constantly exposed like this brought shame and far too much excitement.

Kelt gave an affirmative rumble. "Good. Do you have a preference for who goes first?''

Doll leaned towards her a bit. "Ooh! Pick me! You'll love my seams, I know it!''

She chuckled. "I appreciate the enthusiasm Doll, but I think I have to give master first dibs.''

The stitched up drake crossed his arms in a mock pout. "Aww, no fair, he got you yesterday.''

Kelt then looked to the drake with his usual deadpan look. "While Pet would likely find your stitches curious, I don't believe she would get any sexual interest from them. Besides, she is female, she cannot use you like me or Toy, I do not see your interest in her.''

Doll's smile turned twisted, "Oh, but she can still make me hurt.''

The dragoness rolled her eyes, already being used to his antics from their interactions over the few weeks. "I love that you want my attention, and I may be a bit kinky, but your level of extreme is still just a bit too much.''

With a knowing smirk, the blind drake finished his coffee. "Yeah, I know.'' He stood, carefully walking to the kitchen and placing his mug into the dishwasher. "Just let me know when it's my turn.'' He lifted a hand and traced the seams on it. "I guess I'll just re-lace this arm in the meantime then, it's starting to feel a bit loose.''

Pet's hand twitched a bit from the internal cringing. "Uh... have fun?'' She said to him, Doll heading downstairs to the lower master bedroom with a joyously wagging tail. She turned back to look at kelt, "So... when did you want to start? You should probably... feel me first.'' Her blush returned with a vengeance.

"Give me awhile Pet, I need to finish my coffee and this article.'' Kelt said cooly, not taking his eyes off his tablet.

She nodded absently, finishing her breakfast. She basked in the residual flavors and took her plate to the dishwasher as well. Returning to sit at the table, she stared out the windows. Kelt's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "If you're looking for something to do, it may help to masturbate.'' She swiveled her head in her palm to stare at him. "Arousal makes all physical contact better in my experience.'' He noted her look of minor incredulity, "And yes, you may do it here at the table, I don't mind as long as you don't make a mess.''

The dragoness blinked, then looked back to the window with a flushed face. She took a deep breath and spent the next fifteen minutes gently groping her breast and stroking over her slit. It wasn't full on masturbation but she felt a pleasant heated buzz in her nethers when Kelt stood up. "Let us do this in my room, it is closest.'' He began walking to the door to the right of the fireplace, the only bedroom on the main floor.

She quickly stood up, following the sergal's long paces. They stepped inside, Pet once more looking around. The room followed the same rustic stylings, a large sliding barn door covering the entrance to the spacious bathroom beyond. A nicely carved yet smooth and solid modern framed king sized bed took center stage, across from the fireplace that came from the other side of the one in the main living room they just came from.

Besides some lamps and decorative candle holders, the room was as spartan as a mountain house could get, a simple dresser and nightstand beneath the windows on either side of the bed frame. No hanging art, no outlandish design, just a cozy bedroom. Kelt turned to face her, taking his clothes off with quick calculated movements, standing naked before she knew it. She stood fairly demurely, blushing heavily as she looked him over, eyes lingering on his bulging sheath and prominent balls hanging below.

His voice was calm, "Go on. I have knowledge of you, while you have nearly none of me. I'll take my turn after you inspect me.''

She blinked and stood tall as she let out a breath. She squared her shoulders and tried to calm the fluttering in her heart as she took a few steps toward his standing form. She stopped in front of him, the length of his dick separating them, the actual thing still sheathed. Hesitating the slightest, the dragoness fought down her slight awkwardness.

She was used to getting up close and personal with the men she was with, with her usually taking the first step to get down on all fours. She was forward and confident with her flings, knowing what she wanted and not afraid to get it. At least, her vanilla desires. Her confidence would always take some time to build when asking a date about their thoughts of being called daddy.

Yet now she stood before the man who kidnapped her, his own face nearly a head and a half above her, the sergal large and foreboding, yet that suave nature was there in full. She was anxious in all the good ways, the prospect of touching this man suddenly giving her butterflies in her stomach, a reaction she had never had to a scenario such as this.

She took a deep breath and pushed all that behind her, channeling her former forwardness. The dragoness smirked, then reached a hand up to grab his balls in an underhand grasp, hefting them, gently rolling them over her fingers, feeling the fine ivory fur. Kelt didn't even flinch, just beginning to smirk right alongside her.

His calm reaction only made her blush anew, her groping of his jewels halted out of resurrected embarrassment. She tore her gaze from his silver eyes and looked down to the sack she was fondling in awe. While she didn't really know if they were big to other sergals, to her, they were big. Absolutely churning, an imposing weight to them when she hefted them up. Virile in every meaning of the word.

Her initial smug onslaught turned to amazement as she felt him. Eventually she dropped the plump orbs, admiring them as she then placed her palm over the closed opening in his sheath. She felt the short fuzz tickle her scales, the heat radiating from the sweltering pocket as the pale flesh began to poke free, pointed tip coming to greet her hand.

It was damp, slicked by his internal juices and already beading a small drop of pre. She breathed shakily, feeling men getting hard in her hands was a favorite pastime. With a resigning sigh, she moved her hand off of his burgeoning cock, there will be time for that later, right now Kelt's entire body was her focus.

She then placed her palm onto his pubic area, just above his malehood, fingers sinking through the fur. She paused, feeling the taut skin under the well-kept pelt, pliable yet hard flesh residing below the surface. Kelt definitely worked out, good firmness in his abdomen, but he wasn't chiseled. He seemed to be following the same, athletic build that Toy has, just with a bit more natural musculature and general stature from his species.

"I do a lot of yoga.'' Kelt said, as if reading her mind. She blinked up to him, expecting something more... hardcore. His smirk turned a touch warmer. "It is both therapeutic and effective in maintaining my body.'' She gave bemused snort, the admittance dashing the rest of her embarrassment. She smiled up at him, realizing he knew exactly what to say to break the ice.

There really was a person lurking in there somewhere. She moved her hand in circles in his tummy fuzz, humming gently as she felt his coat bristling around her fingertips. He gave an appreciative low rumble to her movements, the dragoness inching her hand up his belly to reach his chest, feeling the vibrations in his shapely mass.

There was definitely reason to appreciate his body, the subtle power of a swimmer's strength under the smooth mid-length fur. Kelt was definitely a prime example of his kind, even his wedged face seemingly more attractive than the average sergals she's seen. Being a sergal helped his case even more, such a unique and exotic specimen, a species she had never had pleasure of partaking of in this manner. Her wandering hand halted in the middle of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, much slower than her excitedly hammering one. He was certainly cool under pressure, though in this situation his body was giving Pet the pressure, not the other way around.

She was blushing again, but no longer out of the shame of approaching this naked majesty of a sergal while she wore nearly nothing herself, the heat on her cheeks was a lustful one, instigated by the prospect of being able to fuck this man. She ripped her eyes off his again, more blood rushing to her face as she realized that by extension she was thrilled to be owned by him. One of her darkest and deepest dreams realized, just not in the way she was expecting.

The dragoness placed her other hand upon his chest, both appendages now sliding through his pelt to the sides of his torso, feeling everything they could reach. She let out a musing sigh, oh how far had she fallen. Both in life and for Kelt. She didn't know how he did it, actually make her willingly choose to be his pet for the rest of her life, to give everything up to serve him. Fantasy with collars and leashes was one thing, but to truly embrace such a thing...

Pet smiled anew as she took a step forward, pushing herself to him fully now. Her head pressed to his soft chest, rubbing her face into his fur while her breasts smushed to his body, and his lazily pulsing cock was sandwiched between their bellies. With a low ahhh she continued her expedition, arms running down his back to his tailbase in a sensual hug.

Feeling the wall of fur pressed to her front scales was both stimulating and soothing, like a fuzzy jacket but bigger, better, warmer. Kelt released a low bemused rumble when her hands took big handfuls of his ass, gently squeezing and fondling the squishy flesh. It was a nice ass for a guy, small yet appreciable, fitting of his form.

She giggled a bit, Toy's ass was much more shapely. The drake's behind was not silly girly, but by god she just wanted to smack it sometimes. She did smack it sometimes. Then she let her face wash back into the smug smile. She knew she had the best ass in the house, and would enjoy Kelt exploring it fully.

With new desire burning in her orange spheres, the dragoness swirled around the sergal's offered body, embracing him at all times as she moved around him, sliding her chest over his fur. She ran her petite hands across his toned arms, trailed her claws down his back lightly, brushed her plush thighs over his legs. She danced her body around his in a display of curious lust, wanting to feel every inch of him against her rich ruby scales.

All throughout this Kelt kept his body still, a pliable rigidity in his bones as he gave her a pole to dance upon. She spent a long while feeling him, roaming his being. The dragoness had sent herself into a debased heat, having the adonis on display for her to enjoy giving every movement a layer of arousal.

Yet despite her full body expedition, she had left his pulsating malehood on its own, saving the best for last. Separating herself at last, she returned to standing in front of him, their eyes locked once more before she gazed downwards towards his pale rod. He moved at last then, shifting from his modeling position to slowly sit on the edge of the bed.

He made a clear note to sit with his legs wide, package given a large berth for an inquisitive dragoness to inspect intimately. She watched him with a keen eye, locked to his throbbing length as he sat. He gestured cooly towards its tall point, seeing the hunger in her eyes. "Go ahead.''

She looked to him briefly before dropping to her knees slowly, shuffling towards him. Moving until her face was just inches from his imposing member. She stopped, gradually lifting her arms to once more caress the plump orbs resting atop the mattress. Her nose felt the heat from the pole of flesh, his primal scent surrounding her senses.

He smelled wonderful to her sex focused mind, the pheromones only heightening her reaction to him. She gently fondled his loaded jewels as she let his scent fill her reality, eyes staring at his cock with more longing as each second passed. She closed her eyes and leaned forward the small amount needed to make her nose contact the pillar of arousal, pushing into it slightly.

"Fuck, you smell good.'' She whispered, slowly moving her head around after a moment's stillness. She nuzzled her face over his length, ran her snout across his underside, his taut skin rubbing her scales with gentle friction. Kelt held back an explanation of bio-chemical reactions and hormonal impulses, figuring it would ruin the mood. Instead he treated her with gentle sighs, indicating his appreciation of her rubbing her face all over his dick. She would likely smell like him for the rest of the day.

After tender smothering and amazed caressing of wonderfully full nuts, she pulled back, panting over his shaft as it twitched with her hot breath. She couldn't help herself, things were going too slow to quell the fire she had built up in her loins. the dragoness dropped her head, directing his tip to her open mouth before clamping down on it, a fourth of his length enveloped by her lips and maw.

She sighed as his taste exploded into her senses, freezing as his cock's flavor seeped into her tongue. She blinked dreamily, giving a muffled moan as her tongue set to work, swirling around his tip, a small drool of pre being swallowed and cherished.

Pet had sucked some dicks in her lifetime, rarely finding one that wasn't a good time, Kelt's was no exception. Maybe she was just really fucking horny, or perhaps sergals were her dream cocks, but she wanted nothing more than to suck him off for the rest of her days.

She steadily worked down until his tip prodded the entrance to her throat, eyes keenly focused on how she was only about halfway down his near eleven inches. She lingered like this, content to simply have him in her mouth as she suckled his shaft, gently nursing the pre out of his cumslit as soon as it put out. She understood exactly what Kelt meant when he said that he proved to Toy that he was worth worshipping.

He was long, with a proportional girth, shaft wide and daunting. A missile, built to spear into every hole she had, it's express purpose to delve as deep as possible before delivering the final payload with his wide knot. A payload she could not wait to feel again. She had to sit there for at least half an hour just sucking what was in her mouth, relishing his taste and texture. Her mind was clouded with pure need, his flavor only fueling her further.

Kelt looked down to his pet, realizing how much she enjoyed worshipping him. She was perfect, nursing his length gently, cheeks hollowing periodically and neck swallowing as she rested against his thigh with her eyes closed, half of his length curved to meet her lips before vanishing.

He made sure to give her assuring hums and eventually rest his hand atop her head, gently stroking her hair with his thumb as she suckled. She began to rumble in joy as well, the vibrations tickling his cockhead pressed to her throat, eliciting more dribbles of fluid for her to enjoy.

As soon as Toy got out of his punishment, Kelt would be showing the drake a very good time. A reward now truly earned, Toy's work on the scouting out and profiling a perfect pet having delivered as promised. He stroked her head as she nursed, the dragoness reaching a peace she never thought she would reach, much less by sucking a big cock.

In this case her captors knew her better than herself. Yet while she had fully submitted herself to him and his dick now, the material was still malleable. Kelt needed the final strike while the iron was hot to truly cement her as his pet, for her to fully embrace it and never once question the happiness she gives and receives.

"Pet.'' He said cooly, looking down at her relaxed fellating head, one of her eyes cracking open to peer up at him. "I know you want this, but you have doubts don't you? About this life I have given you.''

Despite the fiery lust in her orange irises, the wayward consciousness of a person loomed beneath it. She gave him a hearty suckle and then nodded, her face rubbing his thigh. She didn't consider what she had to be doubts, for Kelt had shown that there was nothing but pleasure waiting for her, it was insecurities that she harbored. The unsureness that however many years down the line, there would be regret. It was her future self she was afraid of.

"Let me take a moment to dash them then.'' His gentle thumb twirls turned to full hand movement pets, running along her mid-length silver hair. He looked to the far wall, musing to himself. "What is it that all people seek?'' He looked back to her with a questioning gaze, continuing before she could even contemplate pulling off his dick. "Money? Power? Love?'' He smiled at her. "Sure. But at its core, it is all the same.''

He brushed some hair out of her eyes as she looked up to his. "Worth. People seek to be worthy of their time in this life, validation of their existence. The tangible worth of wealth, the respect of being powerful, the adoration of being loved. Each one is aimed to guide how others see you as worthy of living. Everyone dreams of their name having meaning.''

His other hand reached up to hold the side of her face, feeling her cheek where his girth rounded it out. "But not everyone can make such a name for themselves. Many get lost in the mire of this world, faces upon faces passing by. While some can break through, most are stuck behind the curtain, limited to their little realm of socialization.''

He stopped petting her, sliding his hand to the other side of her head, holding her skull in both hands. He gently lifted her from her resting place on his leg, the ruby girl staring at him with attentive eyes. "Would you have considered yourself to be important before you met me?''

His member was still half buried in her maw, pressing to the inner hole of her neck. His grin sharpened, yet curled with tenderness. He began to pull her head down, the dragoness's eyes widening as he gently forced his way into her throat. "How many would have seen you as worthy in your past life?'' He slid her down another inch, wet gacks and gags resounding from her descension. Yet her eyes remained open, staring intently to Kelt's as her brows kinked with struggle and tears came.

His smile lessened, a hint of genuineness behind it. "That, I do not know. But I know you were not in a relationship, and you were in a harsh job that expected more than you could do with your current skill. You burned yourself out for the prospect of future worth, not even a guarantee. It pains me to see such a waste of a life's precious time.''

He frowned, yet clearly not towards her. "How many people could we save if they accepted the choice you made? How much despair could be prevented if people understood that your choice was a valid one? I wish not to make everyone choose your fate, merely recognize that there is a choice, and to respect those who make it.''

She heaved a touch as his tip delved deeper into her gullet, nearly two thirds of his shaft buried in her spasming neck. "Because I'm sure you share the sentiment that they do, knowingly or not. That becoming a pet, a thing to please me, would mean you become less than yourself. That it makes you marginal, strips any worth you might have by determining your future to be in service to me.'' His voice had been growing deeper, huskier as she was pulled lower and lower on his dick.

Soon three quarters of his neck-straining member were being milked by her shuddering esophagus, her lips kissing the top of his knot. He held her there, letting her acclimate to him being lodged in her skull, granting her a view of the foreboding bulb of flesh that she would soon be made to conquer.

"That belief could not be more wrong.'' He said as his smile gradually returned, his hands gently rocking her head around, easing her lips over his pulsing knot as a pointed bulge appeared in her neck. "In truth, your worth has only been made certain.'' Her lips began to strain over his thickness, head inching closer a millimeter at a time as he tenderly crammed himself into her face.

Then she crested the hump, lurching forward with clenched eyes and a loud choke as he fully sheathed himself in her throat, his cock stretching her scaled neck to nearly twice it's normalcy, cheeks ballooned with his knot, it locked behind her teeth. Kelt hissed with sensation, eyes narrowing. "This is your worth. You are an object of my pleasure. As Pet, your name has meaning. To me, you are important. You are beautiful and capable. You are wanted. You are mine.''

He let his head roll back with a satisfied groan, holding her head to his groin, his sheath rubbing into her lips as he filled her gullet completely. Her neck bulged out with his hearty throbs of climax, wet gurgles coming from her as ropes of potent seed were fired directly into her stomach. Her eyes opened and rolled back into her head in a strange mix of discomfort and bliss, eased by his words.

Her legs shuddered on the ground, a dripping gush heard underneath her choking swallows. Kelt smiled broadly at the ceiling, seeing just how accurate Toy's profile was. The drake had truly found a good one for his first selection. He looked back down to her convulsing form, making sure to firmly hold her skull down.

He knew she had more air before passing out, and would enjoy using her mouth as a cockwarmer while he deflated. "You're sleeping with me from now on.'' As she gurgled and tried to nod, he gave the most genuine smile yet. Now, she was truly his. He settled in for the lung-straining length it took for his knot to reduce enough to grant her airflow, returning to gently petting the dragoness as she struggled to swallow around him, strained tears running down her face. Kelt made a mental note to talk to her about getting some nasal tubes, so that her breathing was something he would no longer need to be concerned by.

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The lights clicked on in the basement, the tall sergal standing with a shadow of a red scaled dragoness standing almost shyly behind him. she had not spent too much time in the basement since she accepted Kelt's proposition, and was still somewhat unsettled to be there. It also didn't help that it was completely dark before the fluorescent lights flickered on, the only thing in the room indicating any life being the dim hum of electric motors and wet noises with needy breathing.

Near the wall of bondage gear, one had been pulled out from the rest, a relatively straightforward fuck machine. Yet the chair it was linked to was not facing such that the long horse-shaped dildo attached to the piston could shoot between someone's spread legs, as the industrial seat had been turned around.

The backrest had been dropped a bit, letting Toy now sit reversely in the chair, chest pressed to the backrest as his knees rested on the seat cushion. The piston had been raised to point just over the headrest of the chair, conveniently featuring a little cutout to comfortably rest a chin.

This allowed the thick silicone shaft to relentlessly pound into Toy's gaping mouth, over a big basin with a tube at the bottom leading to a container that was a quarter full of vicious clear fluid. Toy himself was also equipped for the occasion, head fully covered in a shiny latex hood, ears visibly padded and muffled under the cones of rubber, while a thick blindfold attachment was secured to the cowl's now blocked eye-holes. Though his muzzle was obscured, head reduced to an inviting latex hole, it was fairly clear there was a ring-gag set deep into the hood's muzzle and holding his mouth open for the quick moving dildo.

His usual limb-length latex garments now had additional details as well, new thick bondage utility cuffs clasped to his wrists and ankles, with another set on his biceps and thighs. His hands were given smooth mittens, fingers locked inside the soft rubber, not that he would be doing much anyways with his wrist cuffs locked together behind his back.

A full detail harness now also occupied his usually bare torso and middle, straps and rings strung about, helping lock him to the latch points on the chair back, nearly preventing all movement from him. He squirmed a small amount, the legs jutting out from the chair also locked together, letting his hips have the only real freedom. She also had to imagine that some of the harness's straps leading to his butt were for the purpose of keeping a dildo inside, as behind him stood an IV rack with a half-full enema bag hanging from it, the long tube vanishing behind him.

Toy was securely locked to the chair with his limbs bound and body restrained with some extra gear to his already fetish-y outfit, allowing his head to remain perfectly still and welcoming for the horse dildo that pounded his face. His head was tilted down a bit, to meet the faux-shaft's thrusts while also allowing the copious amount of dripping sloppy spit to land in the catching device.

As Kelt calmly walked down the stairs, Pet had been frozen in the doorway as she saw the state of the drake, someone who she could confidently call a friend now. It was odd, she knew he was kinky, but she had never actually seen him in full bondage-toy mode. The dragoness had hesitated long enough that Kelt was looking back at her from the bottom of the stairs, a brow raised as his tail almost impatiently swished behind him.

Though he seemed outwardly irritated, his words eased her. "If you are uncomfortable being here, or seeing him like this, you are free to return upstairs.''

She looked into his eyes for a moment, shaking her head after a while. "No, I'll stay. This is a part of my life now, no point in trying to avoid it.''

A simple nod was the sergal's reply, continuing his journey towards the boy getting mechanically facefucked since the morning. Little moans came occasionally from Toy, alongside a few gags and terse ghlk's as the toy's blunt flared head rammed into his neck. Pet jogged a little to catch up to her master, wanting to stay close while in this room, a far cry to how she wanted to be as far as possible when she was first taken here.

Her eyes were glued to the dark shaft plunging into Toy's shiny-hooded face, somewhat feeling bad for him on the particularly deep thrusts. "Toy?'' She called out, wanting to get some sign of assurance.

Kelt gave her a look as he opened one of the metal storage lockers nearby, pulling a few things out. "He cannot hear you. The hood and blindfold are quite effective, the only sense he has is touch. I would like to request you don't touch him.''

Pet then gave the drake a worried look. "He... does he even know we're here?''

The sergal's voice was calm and stoic as usual, cold to those who aren't initiated with him. "Likely not.''

She shook her head. "But... what about smell?''

"The latex cowl and muzzle attachment that makes up the complete hood has nasal tubes, reaching deep enough to ensure that he will not have his airways impacted by the dildo. This also prevents him from smelling.''

Pet stared at the hood in new horror, the true extent becoming clearer. "Is... is that comfortable?'' She asked hesitantly as Kelt returned to stand beside the restrained Toy with a container and a tube plus syringe combo like the one they fed her cum with.

The sergal shrugged, "I do not know. If Toy dislikes it, he has not indicated so. At the very least, he understands the importance of being able to breathe to allow his mouth to be used without restriction.'' He looked to her, the emotion on his face unknown if there was any, instead looking like he was analyzing her. "I intend to buy similar nasal implements for you as well, so you also did not have to worry about air while I am knotted in your mouth.''

He paused as he saw the look she gave him, the sergal raising a hand before she spoke. "I had meant to broach the topic with you, and get you to talk to Toy about them, he would be able to figure out if you would be a good fit for them. I will not force you, though without such assurances, there may be some risky moments where you might pass out.''

Kelt walked to the rear of their little face-fucking getup, Toy's ass nicely presented from his kneeling spot on the seat, tail having a cuff of it's own and linked to his collar, keeping it raised. His wrinkled onyx hole was spread open with a thick black plug, laid between his white furred cheeks, the stretched rim clenching sporadically with each full-body lurch from the long equine dildo bottoming out in his face. The middle of the dildo's base was the host to the end of the tube running down from the enema bag, clear fluid lazily coursing down into Toy's rear, a flow rate valve making sure his filling was gradual.

His plump snowy balls hung nicely below, swaying as his muzzle was made to accommodate the rapid fuck machine. The way they fell with gravity had them blocking the view of his sheath behind them, the metal ring around the base of his sack the only indication of the cage on said sheath. Primarily just a metal half-sphere planted atop it, with a hole in the middle that linked to his urethra. Unseen was the black flesh straining against the metal, the stopper in the cage's hole preventing his pre from dripping onto the cushion and making a mess.

"Regardless, now is not the time to discuss such things, Toy needs lunch. You expressed your interest in viewing the process, yes?''

Pet was curious about how one of Toy's 'milking' days were carried out, but that was before she had seen him like this. She felt odd, almost wanting to stop the machine and free him, yet deeper in her was a new curiosity. She had to admit, with her time here bringing her sexuality to her forefront and exposing her to the higher level actions of her fetishes, Toy looked pretty damn hot like this.

While personally not a huge fan of wearing the latex sleeves and stockings like Toy, she did appreciate their look, especially on him. To now see him fully kitted up as a restrained rubber slave was intriguing if not arousing. Pet faced the sergal, pushing down her instinctual doubts and worries for Toy, knowing that he liked this and that she would need to get over such petty thoughts if she were to fulfill her own role eventually.

"Yeah, I wanna see.'' She said with only a slight shake to her voice. Kelt stared at her for a moment, reminding her that she was still fairly green to the whole fuckpet thing. She picked it up quickly, "I mean, yes, I would like to see it master.'' Another nod was his simple acknowledgment.

She saw him uncap the cylinder container he brought, a bulk batch of that liquid food from a glance inside. He then placed the nozzle of the big syringe in the goop and pulled it into the implement. Once full, the container almost perfectly matching the syringe's capacity, he then placed the plastic tube on the end, and linked it to the empty port on the Y-shape connector on the enema pipe's flow valve.

"Why is he getting stuff pumped up his butt anyways?'' Pet suddenly asked, orange eyes now glowing with a fresh curiosity as her previous negative notions were slowly worn down, both by her captors and her own lust. Once more the sandy furred sergal froze and glanced to her with a blank look. She sighed, "Master? Can you please tell me why Toy is getting an enema?''

"We are harvesting his spit. That is a fluid. Thus, he needs fluid. It serves to hydrate him.'' Kelt then began pressing the syringe while fiddling with the flow control valve, allowing the nutrient mush to dominate the enema. "It is also useful to feed him, and this way he does not know it is happening. As much as he might brag about having a sensitive anus, he cannot tell the difference in fluid inside him beyond temperature, which I endeavored to match.''

It only took a moment of thought for Pet to hum contemplatively, understanding why Kelt was doing that. It maintained Toy's sensory deprivation. The earmuffs, the blindfold, even the nasal tubes, and now feeding him in a way where he never knew Kelt even did it, didn't even know anything about his surroundings. She voiced her thoughts without much hesitation.

"You have him in sensory deprivation.''

An unimpressed, "Yes,'' came from the sergal as he kept pushing the plunger, looking at his toy gently squirm and getting his face pounded.

She had learned her lesson today pretty quickly, "May I ask why, master?''

Though the hidden twinkle in Kelt's eyes were likely more from looking at Toy, she did notice the edge of his mouth curl into the slightest smile. "Sensory deprivation will be a standard tactic here, Pet. Currently, Toy is being deprived as punishment. He will spend all day without so much as smelling his master, much less knowing if I even checked on him. The milking is not the punishment, it is the 'alone time' that he hates. The machine is a mercy really, he cannot stand being isolated with his thoughts.''

She wanted to ask, but Kelt continued on his own. “Past guilt. Past pain. Things that haunt him and cannot be so easily forgotten. The milking gives him some sensation, some security that he is at least home, and safe. Parts of his brain were affected by some overdoses before I owned him, memory is something he has trouble with in certain ways. Though his recollection is not impaired, when losing his reality anchoring senses, he is prone to severe flashbacks. I wish to avoid sending him back to his life on the streets, even if it is all a memory.”

He then looked to the crimson dragoness, her own eyes looking at Toy with some level of empathy. “But discipline is not the only reason to employ deprivation. In fact, your first time did, with the blindfold.” Looking back to the gagging drake, “Complete elimination of senses is not something we can do practically in a sexual setting between two people, so typically we will only be removing one or two senses. Taking sight will be the most common, though hearing isn’t uncommon. If you are wondering as to why, I’m sure you can remember the orgasm you had when you only had my touch to know, losing one sense heightens the others.”

As Kelt continued to feed Toy through his butt, they both looked at the dark furred drake, covered in darker latex on most parts now. Pet of course knew there was more to Toy, some previous admittances sparking her interest. Especially considering the mystery of Doll, he was basically an enigma to her. She knew most of his injuries were made by himself, in a terrible response to the trauma of his original mutilation, but what caused that still eluded her.

She stood in silence as Kelt finished the enema injection, the whirring and slippery noises of the fuck machine filling the room. Pet continued to be still as Kelt smoothly switched the flow back to the hanging bag, transitioning in a way the Toy wouldn't even know his stream was interrupted. He swiftly cleaned the equipment as Pet drifted in her thoughts, replaying some of her and Toy's interactions.

The voice beside her shook her from her mind, jumping a bit as she turned and then had to look up to meet the sergal's eyes. "That concludes the process.'' He said with his usual lack of flair.

Pet almost had to slow her heart rate, wondering how the man moved so silently, or if she was just zoned out that much. "Alright.'' She said a bit sheepishly, Toy becoming her gaze's interest again. "What now?'' She said, more or less just tossing the question out there.

This time, Kelt actually shrugged. "He will be here until I release him at six pm, so I suppose you must find a way to occupy yourself until then. I know you don't have a clear routine and duties yet, so the only thing I can suggest is taking some free time or picking up Toy's chores in his absence so that things don't fall behind schedule.''

Deliberation was given, the dragoness unsurprisingly leaning to the free time. But, she sighed and nodded. "Well, I suppose I was the one who tempted him, it's only fair I get the work he was supposed to do.'' She nodded, building her determination. "Yeah, I'll go ask Doll what all it is that Toy does.''

One of Kelt's trademark simple nods came, "That is quite acceptable. I'm sure Toy will be very appreciative.'' He looked at her, "Thank you, Pet.''

He made sure he was making direct eye contact as he said that, the nice little compliment actually making her blush a bit. "O-Oh, thanks master.'' As she gave a somewhat awkward little laugh, she strained up and gave a little gesture to the door. "Well... I guess I should go get started.''

They then both stood there in silence, Pet growing more and more abashed as Kelt almost seemed to ignore her. With a blush of minor embarrassment, the dragoness now tried to get her master's attention. "Uhhh. Master? A-After you...'' She said with another motion at the door.

The golden sergal gave nothing but a raised brow. "You do not need my permission to begin work on your duties. Nor do you need me to walk up some stairs and open a door.''

Her face was really red now, even standing out on her ruby scales. "Oh.'' She grimaced with a bit of a cringe at her own actions, "I just, ah, figured that since you escorted me in, you know...'' She stammered out a few quiet excuses before slowly walking to the door. As she reached the first step, she paused, a thought becoming clear as she twisted around to face Kelt.

"Master?'' She asked tentatively as she saw him pull over a chair from nearby.

He looked to her as he dropped into it. "Yes, Pet?''

"You're staying?''

"Yes.''

"It's just him down here, are you just going to sit there?''

He seemed to stare into her soul, yet his eyes softened. "Yes.'' Kelt then produced a book from somewhere, flipping to a page. "I wish to spend time with him.''

Minor confusion was on her features as her ears tilted in question. "But... he doesn't even know you're there.''

Kelt met her eyes one last time, "What kind of master would I be if I didn't keep watch over my possessions? Just because he is deprived of the world does not change my own responsibilities to him.''

Then he was looking at the pages, the sounds of Toy getting his throat stuffed providing background noise as Pet gave a final thoughtful hum and went upstairs.

Hours went by, Kelt eventually closing his book and standing from the chair, returning it to it's spot in the corner storage. He left, going upstairs to his office to make a few calls and do some work that he needed to do. But he was soon stepping back down those stairs once more, perfectly on time to when he told Toy his punishment would be over.

He turned the light back on, then calmly disabled the fuck machine. As Toy processed not having his face be nothing more than a cocksleve, Kelt began to efficiently undo his binds. By the time Toy was aware of the world again, his limbs were free and his harness was detached from the chair's latching points.

Though his movements were disjointed, like he was just woken up or drunk, he instantly looked relieved to see his sergal when Kelt detached the blinder on his hood. Then with the addition of sight to his already adjusting senses, Toy promptly collapsed and fell to all fours, losing his balance.

After coughing some, trying to get some spit back in his mouth and stop the world from spinning, while also getting rid of the pins and needles in his limbs, Toy was content to simply kneel down and stare at the cold grey concrete under him. Despite an addled mind, he smiled when he saw his mittened hands over the surface, thinking he looked adorable with the bondage. He smiled more when he saw the unique paws of a sergal walk to stand before him, waiting patiently.

Kelt gave his toy a moment to recover before speaking or doing anything. "Now that all that is over, how about a reward?'' Kelt reached a hand out to the kneeling drake. Who looked up and cracked a smile, taking the hand. Well, putting his round rubber bump into his palm.

As Toy was pulled up, his smile grew uncontrollable.  "As long as I can get some water first.'' He chuckled, clutching the sergal's hand with both mittened appendages before stepping to hug the sergal for support as his legs shook.

-

The sound of the cup slamming to the counter echoed a bit in the spacious upper floor of the lodge. Toy took a breath as his neck was no longer focused on chugging water, smacking his maw a few times. He shot a look over to the sergal leaning on the counter beside him in the kitchen, "Gonna be tasting silicone all day now.''

Kelt remained stoic, the subtle bit of humor passing him. "You know where the mints are located, you are free to use them.''

The drake simply blew some air out of his nose bemusedly as a little smirk of adoration came upon his muzzle. His master was certainly a character. Toy looked to the microwave to check the time, just past six pm. He filled his glass up and drank it quickly before setting it in the sink, bouncing on his paws and rolling his shoulders a bit, loosening his stiff muscles.

"Alright, I suppose I should get out of the full harness and pick up the tasks that I was meant to do before I got scheduled for a day in the dungeon.''

The sergal shook his head, making Toy raise a brow. "Pet took care of your duties for the day. It seems she felt a bit guilty for seducing you. In fact she is currently dusting downstairs, and will likely not finish cleaning the lower floor for another hour.''

A slow blink was given by Toy before he relaxed and smiled a bit. "Aww, she shouldn't have. It's not her fault I got swept away with the prospect of a bathtime fuck. Now I'm just going to have to make it back up to her somehow.''

Now kelt raised a brow. "Why? She caused a punishment for you and then made it up. You do not need to repay her repayment.''

Toy cocked his hips a bit before leaning on the counter with the sergal. "I'm a toy master. Your assumption of my behavior is as if I was a person.''

Kelt continued to stare. "As much as I am glad the conditioning worked, you are still physically a person. It is not the issue of whether your subservience dictates you to repay Pet, I am simply confused by the logic behind it. Or the lack thereof. If the conditioning is also successful on her, she will wish to repay you in the same way, and you have begun an unending cycle that might impact your normal duties.''

Toy scoffed while tossing a hand. "Jeez master, I'm not going to dedicate a whole day to her, I just meant to make some nice food or tongue the hell out of her pussy. It's not illogical, it's selfless. Which is the name of the game when being a possession like me.''

The sergal met his toy's bright blue eyes, a constant joy behind them. He gave a simple contemplative hum to the boy, dressed in full bondage gear over that giddy exterior.

A slight shrug came from the drake as he settled in to resting against the granite counter beside his master. "And I can't say for sure if Pet will do some infinite reciprocation thing. She's perfect, but we've yet to determine her progress.'' A bit of silence filled the room then, the sergal staring intently at his toy while the drake fiddled with some of the D-rings on his thigh cuffs and harness.

As the quiet dragged on, Toy gave a simple "Huh.'' He then looked back to Kelt. "Well then. What now? Got anything for me to do, or is this some extra free time?''

Kelt then softly shook his head. "No. Actually I was meaning to inform you that we do have progress with Pet. She will be sleeping with me primarily now, and we had a lovely talk while I was knotted to her face.'' A smile came upon his angled snout as Toy intently listened. "Your first acquisition prospect has exceeded all expectations and that means you have earned a reward as a result.''

Toy seemed to light up, standing a bit taller with perked ears, the praise making him blush a bit. "O-Oh thank you master! But...'' He sheepishly looked down as his ears wilted a bit, his eyes going to the metal cage on his sheath. "I uh... don't think I can properly enjoy a reward currently.''

The smile on Kelt's face went a little more genuine. "Who said it needed to be sexual?'' Toy now looked to the sergal with a bit of confusion as Kelt pulled two folded pieces of paper from his pocket. "That new movie you're interested in came out, and there is a showing 45 minutes.''

The drake stared at the papers with awe, tracking their descent as Kelt almost smugly placed them on the counter. Toy couldn't help the silly smile he had as the golden sergal reached a hand over, cupping the drake's snout in his palm and turning Toy's adorably happy face to meet his own.

"Go get dressed, we leave in five.'' The second Kelt released his toy's muzzle the drake shot to the stairs, unbuckling his cuffs on the way already.

"I'll be ready in three!'' He shouted back, voice growing distant with each excited footfall of him running down the stairs.

Kelt had to yell to make sure his toy heard his next order, "And wear something nice! There's dinner reservations afterwards!''

He could barely hear the squeal of excitement coming from downstairs.

-

The big wooden front door swung open, a nice though modestly dressed sergal and drake stepping through. Toy was still inseparable from his master, arms wrapped around the larger sergal's as he strode in with Toy dotingly clutching him. Though the surprisingly normal clothes somewhat concealed it, Toy's most prized article was still plainly visible. He would never dare cover or hide his collar.

The already usually skippy boy almost seemed high on his master's affection, even more bubbly and intensely jubilant. He stuck close to the sergal, and once the man had dropped off his wallet and keys, Toy was tugging Kelt to the sergal's bedroom. In a rare showing of a genuine smile, amusement, and surprisingly some hesitation, Kelt had to plant his articulated footpaws and stand his ground as Toy ineffectively tried to drag him.

"Come onnnn master!'' He said, the boy having a clear need in his voice under the childlike excitement. "Please fuck me!'' He spoke with puppy-dog eyes.

Kelt gave a somewhat unsure chuckle, "I would love to Toy, but you know you are in chastity. You would not be able to cum, much less get hard even. I wished to reward you, taking pleasure from you would not be very rewarding would it?''

That begging attitude from the drake diminished ever so slightly, a bit of sultry smile replacing it. "Cumming is a reward master, and I would not be able to do that. But cumming or not, getting fucked is a good time, and I want to give you a good time. You can't just take me to dinner and a movie, then not get some ass in return.''

Though the master knew the answer that would come from his long-owned toy, he still asked. "You would still receive when you are caged?'' This sort of teasing was something Kelt subtly enjoyed. He knew very well that during Toy's usual annual chastity month, the drake got very eager to please.

Toy scoffed, "Master, I don't know why you're so hung up about this. You made me your toy. Your pleasure matters to me, mine does not. Is me getting off nice? Fuck yeah, but it's just a bonus. Forgive me for overstepping my role a bit, but shut up and pound my ass. You deserve to cum after tonight. It's so much easier to focus on pleasing when I'm caged.''

The tension left the golden sergal's body quickly, relenting to his toy's demands of use as the sergal heard what he wanted to hear. As he was dragged into the bedroom, Toy already unbuttoning his shirt, he craned his neck to face the amusedly watching Pet on the couch. "I apologize Pet, it seems you have to begin sleeping with me tomorrow.''

She laughed, "It's fine master, I don't mind sharing a bed with you two.''

Though the pair had vanished around the doorframe, Toy's smug face popped out for a second. "It's not the space that's the issue, but the matter of sleeping itself. We won't be doing much of it.'' Then Kelt's hand appeared on his shoulder yanking him back. The man was already naked, a professional in discarding a wardrobe.

Thankfully, so was Toy, also standing in the buff besides his collar and cage. It seemed as if there was some plan, both moving to the bed at once, Toy laying on his back as Kelt came up between his legs, taking his ankles and lifting them to his shoulders. After goading his master so much, he had to accept the price that revving Kelt up so much meant that only a glob of spit would be easing the large sergal's entrance under his tail.

With forceful friction, Kelt took his Toy, wasting no time to build into harsh thrusts that used his length to spear deep into Toy. The drake moaned around his grimaces, the deep and dry thrusts sending a hearty mix of sensations. But as Kelt stared down into his Toy's blue eyes, brows kinked and gradually getting more unfocused as Kelt began really giving it to the drake, he smiled around the lustful open mouth he had.

Toy knew he spurred his master to a rare level, asking, begging to be taken even when he would get nothing but the satisfaction of serving. Kelt was usually one for some buildup, not exactly foreplay, but he would gradually ramp up his actions as he made his Toy more needy with his touch.

This time, he disregarded all needs of his toy, focusing entirely on his own sensations, just like his toy wished. Rapid deep bucks that sometimes brought more discomfort than pleasure, Toy reveled in being that hole master used to get off. He knew he was in for it when Kelt frantically rammed his dick through Toy's straining tailhole before stopping, a truly virile amount of cum blasting out into his bowels in numerous shots.

That egging on had placed Kelt in the purpose state of fucking, of satiating himself, almost a rut. Even as his throbbing member spurted out the last few bits of seed, the sergal was brutally pounding back into the trained tightness of Toy. Loud exclamations flew from the drake's panting mouth, muzzle parted as hot breath came, face both scrunched and loose, both pained and delighted.

By the third rush of semen rushing up Toy's intestines, he became a little unresponsive, getting limper as his anus was thoroughly abused. By the fifth, he was weakly clutching Kelt with his body, legs locked behind his back, with his arms needfully wrapped around his shoulders, pulling the sergal's head close to his own.

Eventually, a small break was taken, though Kelt did not pull out. He was squarely knotted to the drake, Toy's rim snugly holding behind his bulb, though he would be breaking it open once more as soon as he caught his breath. They continued to be embraced despite the stillness, a river of cum on the sheets as it was previously forced from his colon with violent thrusts. Toy's rear and cheeks were a sloppy matted mess of jizz, thick white strands coating every inch of fur in the zone of copulation.

Toy's own sheath was dry, balls plump and full, a simple metal nub showing no signs of the burning arousal trapped under the metal. Toy had actually fallen asleep during this interlude, nearly two am and absolutely beat from the day of milking and the unending ferocious fucking of his ass. The boy's body was clearly showing the signs of Kelt simply taking the pleasure from him, regardless of what his toy felt.

Yet despite the one way transaction and disregard, the discomfort and the vicious way Kelt was currently using him, Toy slept with a peaceful face. Kelt wasn't going out of his way to hurt, he was merely not holding back. He was taking all the pleasure he wanted from Toy's body, which is exactly what the drake asked for. So as kelt ripped his knot out the strained anus he had been destroying all night, he smiled and stared happily into his toy's own happy slumbering face, cramming his thick bitch-breaking bulb back through that well-used messy hole.

-

Pet knocked on the door gently, "Hey guys, you awake?'' She had waited an hour past when they were usually up, figuring Kelt would wish to be woken up before the morning got too far.

One voice responded, "Yes,'' the clear and concise voice of her master.

She turned the handle, opening the door to stick her head in. Just as she got a view of the room, she heard the slick wet pop of Kelt yanking his knot free of Toy's ass. The drake laying face down, arms wrapped under a pillow he placed his head upon while pleasantly dozing, Kelt just now rolling over from his former spot atop the boy.

Seeing as how neither were below covers, Pet could see the absolute torrent of seed wash out from Toy's gaped hole, his entire ass a matted mess of cum, the mess a contrast to his pristine cage peeking out from below him as he lay somewhat to his side. Kelt finished rolling over, Laying on his back before propping his chest up on his elbows, looking to pet as his massive member still bounced, hard as steel as it flopped with his halted momentum.

"Is there something you want Pet?'' He asked calmly, taking his sloppy cum coated dick into a hand to gently heft it, small little rubs from his thumb keeping him ready to go back into the cockwarmer that was his toy's rectum. The entirely sexual scene caught pet somewhat off guard, almost getting the impression that Kelt had simply never stopped fucking the drake, well into the next morning.

She blushed with some embarrassment for walking like that, but thanks to her gradual openness to such things, the heat on her face was nothing compared to the sudden flames in her own nethers. "O-Oh, sorry master, I was just thinking you might have been asleep, and that you would want me to wake you up before you miss any meetings.''

Kelt shook his head, the almost audible river of spunk gushing from toy's ass continuing, "No, I have checked my schedule and am awake, I just wanted to continue using Toy until the last minute. I have time for about two or three more orgasms, and will be up and about as normal then. Toy will likely continue to sleep, and he is permitted to.''

Pet just stared at her friend's destroyed ass and the wonderfully threatening shaft that did it, still gently held by Kelt, almost presenting it to her. But with all the circumstances, there was another strange little warmth in her when Kelt spoke next, "I appreciate your attentiveness Pet, but do not do this again. Do not take this as a slight, I am grateful that you would place such consideration towards me, but I am well aware of my own responsibilities, and am capable of meeting my own schedule.''

Though it had some irritation in the words, the words themselves were important to her, a subtle gratitude. He knew that she would likely still harbor some bad blood of their general situation besides the great sex, so something hidden behind his eyes shone a true thankfulness of her increasing acceptance and embracing of her life.

"Alright then master, I will remember that. I suppose I should start breakfast in Toy's stead then? Or do you wish for me to wait until everyone is awake?''

The imposing sergal gave his dick a long wet sounding stroke, lubed by the cum layer still on it, "That would be wonderful Pet. Please have a double batch of waffles ready within an hour. I imagine we both will want some food after the night.'' Rolling over once more to lay over Toy's sleeping form, he had no trouble pushing his length back into the stuffed guts of the drake, a sodden noise of his length displacing more cum to pour from his hole before the slick plap of his knot locking back inside that accommodating anus.

The ruby dragoness gave one glance to the scene before retreating and closing the door. She then stood by the wooden frame a moment longer, hearing the sudden slaps of Kelt jackhammering into Toy's soft butt again. Though she did have to walk away and focus on the pristine nature view from their windows to calm her own arousal into a manageable state, she became infinitely more grateful that Kelt still allowed her to masturbate.

She looked down, wearing panties today, black ones with thin strings. They did a poor job covering her, but that was because their purpose was to hold the vibrating dildo inside her pussy, it roaring away at her nerves even at this moment. She stood in the open of the living room with her own lust apparent, heated cheeks and bent legs, shaky breath and barely restrained hands. The panties helped stem the flow of her juices, but a large volume was currently giving the soft scales on her inner thighs a new shine.

Taking a deep breath, and being very careful to forget the fact that the two were fucking, and she was in the next room with nothing but panties and a vibrator, she calmed herself to where she could at least focus on making the waffle batter. As she moved to the kitchen and got ingredients out, she nearly had to laugh. She was the horniest she's ever been these last few weeks, and now the only thing she had to do to get possibly the best dicking of her life, was to walk to the next room and ask.

All this started in a quest to find a good lay, and although it was a crazy journey, she found two. Even better, they were kinky as fuck, and she could finally cut loose without the risk of some partner thinking she was some kind of slut. Because these two already knew she was one.

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