Lord smiles.  After all of today, he was glad to be able to help his beloved bitch in her time of need.  And, clearly, this was her time of need.  She was being far too much of a brat to be acceptable, which led him to consider that she was thinking far, far too much of her own station.  She was little more than a series of holes, variously skilled, with which he could use to relieve himself.  No matter how adorable her brattiness may or may not have been, and only giving her a spanking would be too cliche.  So, he did something better.  He drags in his number one pet, a bag of plenty, a wooden sign, and two big wooden poles, circular, dark brown. Mahogany, as he commanded.  Each one was about as wide as his thigh.

The fox appeared significantly younger than she usually was.  If Lord weren't the law, the law officers that patrolled the cave would arrest him without a second thought.  That wouldn't be very good for his social life, or various other things.  As it was, he waved by the law officers with the excuse that she was really probably over eighteen, and they seemed to agree.  Said young bitch was non responsive.  The slight curvature of her breasts seemed to grow more prominent before fading away, which some less creepy people would call her breathing.  But, for all his many, many virtues, not being a creep was not one of them.  The primary reasons she was unresponsive was the ball gag, blindfold, ear muffs, and nose pin, her only ability to breathe being ~~A small hole in her trachea~~ the holes through the ball gag.  Indeed, a closer look would reveal that the girl was deep asleep and had been for some time.  Rapid eye movement had taken hold, making Lord wonder what precisely she was dreaming of.

His desires drowned out his curiosity, pushing her into the cave, resting her on her back and getting on his knees before her.  Time to go all in, by going all in, tip placed at her underdeveloped ass.  In the wise words of DayBreak, he was gonna fuck the brat out of her.  He rectified her brattiness by shoving his cock deep inside of her rectum, draconic member stretching the hole like it was the first time she'd ever had anything inside of it, hand pressed on the back of her head to press it into the ground, claws pressed against her scalp.  He was of course careful not to push them too far in, lest he end up scalping her.  Scalping was hardly his greatest fetish.  His other hand was pulling her tail up, making the assfucking a touch easier, sheathing himself inside of her due in much more degrees force than in determination, the rim bleeding.  That only served as proper lubrication, growling loudly.  The blood did not work well as lube.  It in fact made things rougher, literally, almost like sandpaper.

Whilst he'd blocked all her senses but touch out, she could certainly tell the sensation of a cock she'd had in her thousands of times, multiple times a day every day for over a year.  Thus, he felt no obligation to particularly comfort her, yanking his hips back to keep the tip in, and then slamming back in once more, ridges pressing in on the sensitive spots of her pussy through her walls.  Like some kind of inside out fucking of her other hole.  Suffice it to say, even if she weren't such a masochist slut, he could force a couple orgasms out of her.  And he did so, obviously, each clench preceding a thrust preceding another clench, the little girl's thighs becoming coated in her own orgasms.  Of course, he didn't want this to be a reward.  So he didn't stop at two, or three, or ten, or twelve.  His rough pace, combined with having made her body purely for him to fuck meant it didn't take long until her pussy was metaphorically bruised from spasming so much, forcing yet another orgasm out.  Lord himself only now came to approach his very first.  Ah, he couldn't hold back after all that.  So, once she reached her (if he counted correctly) 49th, he came himself, slamming his hips forward to sheathe it inside of her, a noticeable bulge on her stomach, if one could view it from the ground.  But, no one could.  C'est la vie.  With himself sheathed inside of her, he came, coating her insides with the amount, filling in around his own shaft and spurting some back.  The bulge from before grew significantly, as he expected.  His grip on her scalp lessened with each moment he drained himself inside of her.  Her now visible face revealed that, presuming she had woken up, she had since passed out, for obvious reasons.

He gave a shrug, and he gave her a spank, pulling out of her gradually.  Just as he exited her, he slid in a small, glass butt plug, carefully, letting all who wished see the mess he'd made of her insides, followed by flipping her over.  He slid his cock along her face, wiping off the mixture of cum and her juices, noting that there was drool all around the gag.  He wiped it off politely, and then noted that there was a rather wide puddle.  Not very deep, due to the structural integrity of the cave leaving it without cracks and indents.  He'd leave that for the janitors to clean.  The dragon now went to phase two of his plan:  Which was, leaving her strung up until she woke.  Or rather, until he cared to get her.  Even waking wouldn't relieve her of the bondage he was about to put on her.  Which was, binding her hand together by the wrists, tight leather cuffs connecting them, and the same with her ankles, each connected by a tight metal chain.  Then, he strung her up properly, gripping her wrists and guiding them to one of the poles.  He bound her about two thirds of the way up, leaving her at eye level.  He did the same with her ankles, leaving her looking like a child sized hammock.  He clapped his hands together, before considering.  Oh, this wasn't nearly the end.

He got his permanent marker, and began writing, starting on her shoulder blades.  He was used to a somewhat wider canvas, but he made do with what he got.  In between her shoulders, he wrote "Dumb bitch", as that was what she was.  Directly above her ass, he wrote "Presumptuous set of holes", as she thought she was more than that.  Above her, which he had to hover to get (making his penmanship a bit sloppier, admittedly) he wrote, "Top" on her left breast, and "worthless" on her right, followed by "slut" on her stomach immediately below them.  Meaning one could read it as "Top slut" "worthless slut" or "Top worthless slut", depending on one's preferences.  Like a Rorschach test, but for sluts.  He stopped flapping his wings, lowering to the ground, eyes on her sides.  Oh, yes.  He took the sign, and drove it into the ground with draconic strength, writing "LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH" on it in permanent marker.  Okay, so it wasn't the most professional looking sign.  But it sent a message.

He stared at her form, now, considering what else he could do.  Ah yes.  Really, this was the obvious thing to do, and he was dumb for not thinking of it.  The dragon took out his member once again, half still wet with the cum he hadn't managed to wipe off onto her face, and began stroking, almost casually.  He was a master at sex, so of course he was also a master at jerking off, but it was a bit more boring than than fucking her.  In comparison to her perfectly trained and broken in ass, it was downright numb.  He still did his best, ministrations as clever as always, claw tracing along each deep ridge as his hand moved gently, adding an arousing aspect of fear that he might press it in.  His other hand moved to fondle his plump, apple sized nuts, churning away at making some more seed for his pet/bitch/top slut.  Ah, but he thought that it would be marginally more difficult to fulfill his goals like this.  So, he used the ball fondling hand to instead yank that pole down, sliding her head closer to the Earth, and pressing her tip much closer in prime target range for his load.  Which, of course, came about, balls tightening up as they push out the sperm to mix up with everything else, releasing a nice hot load of dragon cum all up on her face.  It took a hot minute for the orgasm to finish, of course.  His cock wasn't a pressure hose, so each rope sent out added to her make up, strewn about carelessly, ending up across her cheeks, over the blindfold, and even on the ballgag, which made breathing slightly more labored.

He gives a thumbs up at her new look.  "Lily, I am gonna have to give your stylist points," he said, walking around to fill up her last hole.  He paused, looking at it.  Why did he even tie her to the poles to begin with?  "All right," he said to the crowd of nonexistent onlookers.  "I think it's pretty clear that I fucked the order up around here."  Even so, he did the same thing to that pole as he did with the other, slamming it down to push through the stone floor.  It was very well treated wood, he thought, impressed that it hadn't cracked.  Or maybe that was just some cosmic magic.  "But fuck, man, can you give me a break?"  The nonexistence audience agreed unanimously that they could, especially upon watching him straddle the rope he'd used to tie her to the pole, and let out his member on her (still) bruised and exhausted cunt.  If she were awake, and if she could speak coherent words, she'd probably moan out a weak refusal.  But she'd know that he wouldn't take that refusal, given that she was his toy.

Thus, positioning himself properly, the top of the pole digging into his back rather uncomfortably, he pushed his hips forward, removing the pole from his back.  That was better, in multiple ways, his shaft seeming surprisingly still sensitive.  Luckily, that meant that he would be able to give her another hole full of cum that much sooner.  Oh Lord, always looking on the bright side.  He gripped her hips as he dug himself inside, some bleeding caused again.  Wait...  By turning herself into a child, did she actually become a virgin again?  What a world, what a world, he thought, taking her virginity a second (fifth, if you count her ass twice and mouth once) time.  The hymen snapped pretty easily in response to his movements, not really developed enough to offer any firm amount of resistance.  Or perhaps it understood who it belonged to as soon as it saw the ebony tapered tip heading toward it.  But, it did, and he wouldn't wait for it to grow back together, slowly burying himself inside.

When he was only three fourths inside (granted, a lot deeper than he expected) he found that his tip was at her cervix.  The tight entrance to her waiting womb was right there, for the taking.  And take he did, pushing forward, stretching out the tight ring of muscle like it wasn't even there, entering the furnace like heat of her womb with the vice like grip of her cervix.  Damn satisfying.  He ended up filling her completely, cock pressing against the walls of her womb, reshaping it to purely wrap around his tip.  Little fox girl cum dump.  He groped for something to hold, before settling on the other post, the stone keeping it firmly lodged in place as he pulled out of her womb, only to ram back down again.  Eh, she'd live anything he could throw at her.  And throw he did, hips smacking against hers at a more reasonable pace than he'd fucked her ass, though she seemed to be taking a longer time to cum.  Perhaps due to how rough he'd been, or perhaps due to her being a buttslut, the world may never know.  Still, fucking her deepest, most personal parts did succeed in making him inch closer to cumming, her intermittently pushing out and swallowing the cum that leaked through the ballgag, enough that she could now at least breathe consistently.  He gave an approving smile as he pounded the kiddo, cock twitching and throbbing with every passing moment.  Ah, well, he was doing this to fill her up, not for fucking her into even more of a stupor.  Thus, bottoming out, he filled her up.  Once more, her younger, smaller, tighter cunt couldn't hold everything, much of it leaking out and staining her red fur white.  Ah yes.  That was also important.  He couldn't tell if she'd cum, really, her walls so weak that no matter what it'd basically be the same, so he pulled out of her, still grinding against her gaping pussy.

Once more, he decided.  Once more and he'd be done for now.  He lifted up her tail, wrapping it around her waist to create a pseudo-fourth hole, combined with rubbing against her stomach, almost fucking her tail.  But that would be even more ridiculous.  The dragon gripped the pole tighter, claws digging into it, and fucked the bitch harder, faster.  Not that she could appreciate much of anything at the moment.  Her tail felt nice and soft each time it brushed along his balls, and each time it tickled his tip, though that was hardly his reason for being here.  No, simply another creative way of fucking her, marking her as his, permanently and alone.  After all, she couldn't go back to anyone else after realizing what he had to offer, tip hitting her chin with a particularly hard thrust.  That caused her head to lull back, causing him to momentarily check her pulse... Okay, that was a breath and heartbeat.  Good!  He gave a newer thrust, her fur matted down with more fluids that no one could shake a stick at, before he matted it down with another fluid.

That is, dragon cum.  Creatively.  He made sure every bit of it landed on her, scooping up the small amounts that landed on the floor and wiping it off on her cheek, and then tracing the cum across her body, making ure no individual part got too much more or less aside from her face.  Even the tails were a little white.  He stepped up and over her, standing back to admire his handiwork, even if the cum covered up his written statements on her.  Nuts.  A ~6 year old fox girl, suspended from two wooden poles, cum dripping out of her pussy and plugged up in her ass, along with more seed coating her coat. Yes, he did well.  Now then.  Giving her a sticky head pat, he left to clean up.