Bonding with Baxter

Baxter was the luckiest fox kit alive. Though he had ended up losing his original fox family, he had been adopted by the best owner he could ever dream of. He got plenty of exercise, lots of nutritious food and so, so much bonding time with his new owner. As he dreams in his bed, he sees the first day he arrived at his new home and the first steps into the new adventure that awaited him there played on repeat, coaxing his young member from it's housing in all the excitement. 

You see his owner was...less than the usual pet owner you would expect. In fact he was probably the biggest pervert in their entire city. Less than a minute after getting his new friend home safe and sound, the bipedal dragon had already slipped out of his pants. He allowed Baxter's curiosity to pull him closer, never stopping him as he licked and even nibbled at that thick, meaty offering.

Moments later he was helping the feral fox learn to open his muzzle wide enough to put it inside, giving him his first real sense of just how big his owner really was. That absolute monster of a cock was bigger than his whole body from the tip of  his ears to his tail and he was all too quickly learning to suck it like a champ. The dragon didn't exactly go easy on him for his first time either, bulging his way right the way through the kit and wearing him like the living fuck toy he was to be made into. Baxter had no idea how long he was there, gripping around that dick on both ends for what felt like hours upon hours.

But that's when his mind was awoken to something entirely new, the depraved male above him pulling back so he's fully back inside and plugs that backside up with his fingers before unleashing the first of many intense loads. He couldn't remember much for a few moments after that, but his next memory flashes forth...of his now basketball sized belly hanging down from him as he feels fuller than he's ever supposed to feel and it's only getting more packed as more solid lumps form quickly inside. The best thing is, this part of the dream is so vivid that his body outside of the dream cums as well, shooting his young load all over himself in his sleep.

He spat out a dozen or so eggs after just a few moments of rest, but the sight of his children being born only prompts the dragon to go forward with the next round on him. Next his anal virginity was officially taken, this time from the right end as he was made to ride the colossal pole over and over as he squirted out in his first, then second and even third orgasms. Even at that point he was already addicted to bonding with his owner like this and that feeling was only going to get stronger as the time progressed. 

Hours pass, the night making way to the next day as the insatiable dragon pumps his dozenth load into the kit...who's now essentially just an huge, fluffy car-sized orb with teeny tiny limbs flailing weakly with each new larger batch of eggs he has to lay from his gaping ass. At this point he'd made well over a hundred young for his master, already outpacing most foxes entire lifespan worth of breeding. This time he was allowed to recover with a short sleep, but as per before he was given a new way to wake up.

This time it was his tiny sheath that was stretched to a crazy width around that dragonic meat, permanently moulding it into a huge open tunnel for him to use. For a moment the little fox gets baited into thinking that his new owner is satisfied with the huge cream stuffing he gives that warm cosy space. He should have already know better.

Staying in that sheath, the dragon then aims more deliberately at the other solid flesh mass hidden away in there and begins the slow, intense process of stretching that open for him too. Naturally this is by far the longest bout of just slowly grinding and ruining that fox dick, he doesn't rush this time and takes his time loving every new bit of squeezing around him. All that pressure around him breaks his limit more than once and all that dragon seed has nowhere else to go but directly into the balls of the kit. So it was that the barely year old kit gets a pair of balls bigger than any fox in history, although it's the dragon's seed that will be made in them from that point on no doubt about it.

After an uncountable amount of rounds, the kit passed out. Somehow though he still woke up just long enough to feel each new output from his master as he was used even in unconsciousness, only to go back into that truly wrecked state. Finally after all that he was given a true rest, though only to prepare for the full treatment the next day.

With his belly and balls still way to large, he was fully at the mercy of the dragon and he loved every second of it. Every single hole he had, it was bred. Mouth, ass, sheath, cock even his ears, nipples and nostrils. That demonic dragon didn't stop, not when that fox belly spilled out into the garden, not when the eggs popped out into other people's spaces and certainly not when the pressure finally built up enough inside to have cum and eggs erupting out of every orifice for miles.

It made the international news, not that the kit knew that. All he knew was, he was the dragon's toy now...and he'd never been happier.

He awoke practically drowning in his own cum and looks up to see the dragon eyeing him in that all too familiar way... it's time to be a broodmother again!