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Required Day Off

For HandofBlades

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By Draconicon

Being butler and snake supreme of the harem of Draconicon, Zavis was frequently busy. Not merely with the caretaking of the different needs of his master, but of the different needs of the different members of the harem, as well as the work that he did outside of his master's skyscraper.

After all, a snake had to keep busy, lest they be thought of as lazy.

Zavis hummed to himself as he gathered up his supplies for the day. Several insulated carriers, one for colds, one for hots. A pair of backpacks, since he could technically carry one over each shoulder. A belt worth of change for people that refused to trust him with a debit or credit card.

Fairly sure that's everything...

The snake grunted as he lifted it all up, feeling the weight pulling him back down almost instantly. The snake bit his lip, forcing himself to pull all the weight back off the ground and hold it in place for a few seconds.

One, two, three.

Then he let it hang down at the ends of his arms again. Not quite so heavy after he forced himself to hold it in a more difficult position for a while.

Alright, that should be just about everything. Time to earn a little money for the harem.

The snake turned to leave the kitchen, only to find himself nose to nose with the robocorn of the harem. The mechanical equine looked up at him, her glowing eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"And what do you think you're doing on your day off?"

"Oh, you know. More work."

"That completely defeats the point of a day off."

"I know, but can't be lazy."

"Zavis -"

"Don't worry. I'll buy you and the others something pretty when I'm done."

Ellyra did her usual thing of trying to grab him in a hug snuggle, but snakes were good at dodging. The ball python ducked, then lunged to the left, and the black-furred mecha-horse was left on the floor behind him.

"Sorry, dear, but have to work."

"Meanie-head."

"I'll make it up to you."

Zavis shook his head, using his tail to adjust his bowtie as he entered the hallway. There were four other members of the harem between him and the monster-vator, and each one looked at him with steely determination. A portly, besuited otter; a demonic stingray; a feminine lion in nothing but a loincloth; and a goo gryphon with her eyes narrowed at him.

All of them were going to try and stop him from doing his job, and he had to get through the gauntlet with all the poise that the master's butler was required to have.

"Pardon me, everyone. I promise, this will be a short day."

"You're not going anywhere, Zavis," the otter said, stepping up to stop him.

The snake slithered around him, sliding between his legs with ease and tripping him over his own rudder.

"Pardon me, but I do have to work. Sorry. I can't be lazy."

"You're not being lazy by taking one day off," the stingray said, stepping forward with tentacles rising from her back. "And you're going to take a day off if I have to make you."

"Yes, I'm sure I will, one day, but not today, Ms. Ailsa."

The over-qualified snake kissed one of the tendrils as they passed by, sliding along the slippery length before kick-flipping himself over the stingray's back. Her tail swung up to try and catch him, only to be knocked aside by his own, stronger one.

"Sorry, dear. I do have to get these sandwiches to the stand before they spoil."

"Goddammit."

Two down, two to go, he thought, turning back to the corridor ahead. Just Fyacin and Zaza left to go. And neither of them are too worrying, he thought as he advanced.

"Come on, Zavis, it's one day. You don't even have to work. You've got a month of days off stored up already, and you could spend today fucking one of us instead of getting fucked by a day of work," the lion said, stepping in front of him.

"Ah, you're going with seduction today. Good thing I already emptied my balls," the snake said with a chuckle. "I promise, I'll fuck you later, Fyacin. Just let me get this stuff sold off so I can buy you some toys for later."

"I don't need toys. I just want you at your best."

As the lion turned around, flicking up his tail and showing off an ass that was made for the gods, Zavis couldn't entirely deny his temptation. His twin dicks stirred in their little slit, but he ignored the need like a good butler should.

He hefted the insulated containers, bumping Fy just under the tail. It was enough to knock the lion to his knees without any pain, leaving him pinned there.

"Sorry, but we'll have to do that later. I have a schedule to keep, hon."

"Dammit! Get back here and fuck me, Zavis!"

"Later, my fuzzy friend."

He smiled over his shoulder before turning back to the last of his obstacles. Zaza. The goo gryphon had already stepped between him and the monster-vator, her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyes stern and probably more caring than he entirely deserved for this.

Then again, she loved and cared for just about everyone. She was very much like Ellyra, that way.

"You're not going this time," she said.

"It's no problem to work, you know. Besides, it brings in money."

The goo-phon leaned in, her beak against his nose.

"We serve a dragon. We're in his harem. We don't have to pay for room, board, sex toys, sex, food, anything. Everything is taken care of, we all get an allowance from a gold hoard that is never going to disappear. You don't need to work for anything, so why go out and torture yourself?"

"...Well, I like to make sure I'm not a burden to him."

"...Well, you're not going."

"Sorry, dear, but I am."

"No, you're not."

And with that, the goo-phon expanded. Rapidly. He blinked as she filled up the entirety of the hallway, blocking him off from the monster-vator by becoming a goo wall between him and it. He had to admit, the whole thing was rather fascinating, and something that he would have admired if it wasn't keeping him from doing his job.

He shook his head slowly at the sheer breadth of the obstacle that she'd created. It was a creative way of keeping him in the tower, but hardly effective. After all, if a butler could be restrained in his duties so easily, he had no right to give himself the title.

The snake turned from the wall to one of the windows that looked down on the city. He walked over and swung his hips to the side, his tail crashing against it.

SMASH!

The glass went flying outwards, and he leaned through the hole.

"Lookout below!"

As several flyers got out of the way, he turned to the rest of the harem.

"It was wonderful having this challenge, as usual, but it's time for me to get to work. Thank you for caring, and I'll be sure to think of that when I stop by the toy store on the way back."

To a one, the five members of the harem that tried to stop him were glaring. Not that he minded. They were well cared for, and he wanted to keep that standard up.

He took a step back, intending to fall and then improvise a parachute on the way down, but before he could actually take a second step and start his descent, he felt a finger poking against the back of his neck.

That meant that someone had been outside, waiting for him.

That meant that it had to be one of the dragons of the harem.

Considering that Havok didn't have wings - or at least, not ones strong enough for high wind - and that Engy was busy and Nirimer wouldn't have tried to stop him, that meant that there could be only one culprit.

"Hello, Master," he said. "Just on the way to work."

"On the way to a concrete grave, if you take one more step."

"Oh, I can make it down. It's only about five hundred feet, from here."

"I'm not looking for snake pancakes, Zavis. Inside."

"I'm late for work, sir. I'm happy to come back inside later, but -"

"I'm not having this today, Zavis. Inside, or I remind you of the noodle spine."

"...I'll be right back, sir, just let me - Nnnnnnn..."

There wasn't even an 'I warned you' from his master. The dragon just slid his finger right down the snake's spine, and no sooner had it hit the bottom than Zavis had completely collapsed, going limp as the day he was hatched as he hit the ground. A little giddy giggle left his lips as the other harem members came running forward, stealing away all his work supplies.

He didn't even have a chance to get to his feet before Master was standing on his spine, keeping him locked in place.

"Mmmph..."

It got better-worse as the dragon stepped on his head, too, damp toes resting right over Zavis's nostrils. The snake blushed at the contact that the master was putting him through, groaning as he was forced to breathe in the dragon's musk with every breath.

"Mmmph..."

"Get every key off of him. Search his ass, search his mouth, search every nook and cranny that you can think of. I want him stripped of all instruments of authority and power, and then we're taking him to his penthouse," the dragon ordered.

Zavis was helpless as everyone started poking and prodding him. He was rolled over, teased, touched, fingered in all of his holes. His ass cheeks were spread, his already-puffy rim made puffier by fingers diving into it, stretching him out, while others were pushing at his balls, into his cock slit, feeling about.

They found all his back-ups that he'd hidden in his holes, and Ellyra, brave horse that she was, shoved an arm down his throat and found one little velvet-bagged set that he'd tucked just behind where his gag reflex had once triggered. He groaned as she held it up, the whole thing slimy, and he rolled his eyes.

"It seemed appropriate at the time."

"You need a break, Zavis. Seriously."

"Oh, I planned on taking one in a couple of years."

"No. Now."

The master rolled him onto his back, and the snake gasped as the big, black foot that he had been sniffing came down on his neck. It was just heavy enough to cut off his air without hurting his throat, or damaging anything inside of it. On instinct, he grabbed for the ankle, but his master was stronger than he was. Dragons tended to be stronger than just about anything, for that matter.

He groaned, gagging and gasping as the master held him down, his eyes slowly closing. The last thing that he saw before his oxygen ran out were the white, empty eyes of his dragon overlord.

They looked sad.

Zavis woke up with his arms tied over his head, his legs forcibly spread, and the raw, powerful, musky smell of a hot ass very close to his head. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the black, scaly rump of his master once more, and his cheeks burned slightly as he imagined that ass coming down on his face.

Probably what was going to happen, now that he thought about it.

"So, may I assume that I'm not allowed freedom until you are satisfied, Master?" the snake asked.

"You'd be right about that, Zavis," his master said, one black hand rubbing along the snake's stomach. "I've been seeing you work yourself to death, and I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines watching it happen. It's time for you to start taking care of yourself. Or, failing that, for me to start taking care of you properly."

"I'm hardly working myself to death. I still get two hours of sleep a night."

"And how much time off, exactly?"

"...I was planning on rewarding myself with some in a few months. A day at the beach, perhaps, or among the trees in the north side of the city."

"Yeah...that's not happening. You're getting a day off, now, and by the time I'm done, you're going to be trained to take a day off more regularly."

The snake couldn't entirely complain, though he would have argued with the master a bit more if they were in different positions. The fact that he was tied down and was already almost shoved up the master's ass made it rather difficult to argue anything with any real authority.

"How many times will I have to get you off before you're ready to release me, Master?" he asked, already considering if he could get the dragon off with his tongue on that pucker. It wouldn't be the first time that he had rimmed the master to completion, but he doubted it would be the only thing he did. "I would like to know what you expect, if I am allowed."

"You're not."

"Fair enough, sir."

The snake leaned his head back, doing his best to relax against a bed that he could already tell wasn't his own. It was too big for that, and too warm, for that matter, almost like there was a heat source under the mattress that far outstripped his own. His back was already sweating, and he swore that his feet, hanging over the edge of the bed, were in a similar state.

The master must want me to be nice and slick for this. No complaints here.

He started to smile, only to be stifled instantly.

"Mmmph!"

Zavis's eyes went wide as his head was stuffed right between the black dragon's ass cheeks, his nose pressed between the large, pillowy things right against the pucker between. His nose was awash with the smell of sweat and musk, the hot, almost spicy smell burning at his nose and searing away thoughts already.

The snake leaned his head back against the soft mattress, his eyes rolling back into his head as he took another breath, then another, forcing himself to do it slowly so that it wasn't spiking from the sharp gasps that he wanted to take. Everything was so much...warmer than it had been just a moment ago, and he could feel the tension between his legs starting to get stronger, too, as his cocks begged to come out and play.

They were on the verge of sliding out when his master sat up again, pulling his ass away. Zavis gasped for breath, coughing once.

"You liked that, huh? You like being shoved up a superior reptile's ass, worm?"

Before he could answer, the master sat down again, this time pushing down more firmly, wedging his nose in even deeper than before.

Zavis could hardly breathe, the heavy pressure from above keeping him from pulling his head back, keeping him from getting easy breaths compared to before. The master's ass was thick and round, and the whole thing was soaked with the smell of that heady musk.

One breath, two, three, and he felt the tip of his cocks sliding free. Another breath, another, and it was like someone was breathing air into them like they were balloons.

No matter how much he tried to hold back, his cocks kept growing, the musky smell of the master's superior scent driving him to greater and greater heights of need.

One breath, another breath, three breaths. His cocks were finally at full erection, and his eyes were rolled all the way back in their sockets as he kept sniffing at the master's hole, his mouth trying to open, his tongue trying to come free, but the pressure was too high. He couldn't get his mouth open, couldn't stick out his tongue to give that ass the worship that it craved.

He could only lie there, stuck under the master's ass, giving it the sniffing, the worship of appreciation that came as his mind was seared away by that heady scent.

"That's what you need, isn't it, worm? You need this reminder of your master's superiority. Your master's strength. Your master's masculinity. You keep working hard, but you keep forgetting that you're the weaker one here. And do you know what the responsibility of the strong really is, you fucking slut?"

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"The responsibility of the strong is to take care of the weak!"

The dragon shoved back, somehow shoving his ass deeper against the bed and forcing Zavis's head further down into the mattress. The snake could hardly think, his eyes wider than ever as he stared up at the musky cheeks above him, his mind falling into the abyss that was opening up beneath him.

"You're a weak little dirt-crawler, a wiggling worm through the mud. You're destined to serve a dragon, and that means that you do what you're told. If I say take a break, you take a break. If I say lay down for a fuck, you lay down for a fuck! If I say that you're going to sleep off a weekend of being rutted like the sex toy that you are, then that's what's going to happen."

The master must have been shouting for him to still be able to hear the dragon's words. He was so far buried in the mattress, stuck so tightly between the ass cheeks, that he was amazed that he could make out anything that was being said.

That said, he still blushed as he felt the master's hands on his cocks, pulling them together, making the snake frot himself. Zavis tried to squirm, but all that he could move was his tail, swishing back and forth against the sheets.

As he squirmed, trying to thrust his hips, he felt his cocks getting harder and harder as the master squeezed them, huffing and puffing as he felt his needs rising from each slow stroke, each enforced grind that they were made to do. It didn't get better as the master rolled his ass back and forth, smearing the snake's muzzle between the two sweaty cheeks, forcing him into pockets of musk that were stronger than what he had been able to get used to.

It was a constantly-growing humiliation, and he loved it.

By the time that the master sat up again, his face was smeared from nose to neck with sweat, and he could feel his scales glistening from it. He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips -

"Mmmph..."

And the taste of sweat and salt and that slight bitterness that always clung to the under-tail region made him shivered, burning what few thoughts that he still had in his mind. It was like the master was trying to burn out all his thoughts to make him into a better butler, into a better snake, to do what he was supposed to do.

To be what he was supposed to be.

To be obedient.

To be good.

And there was a part of him that, while a bit afraid, still wanted it. To know that he was doing the right thing.

He panted for breath, his eyes unfocused, his need throbbing between his legs no less hard than before. As the master squeezed his cocks all the harder, Zavis groaned, biting his tongue.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...Master..."

"What are you, Zavis?"

"A dirt...dirt crawler...a slitherer in the mud..."

"And what am I?"

"A superior...superior dragon..."

"Do you listen to me?"

"Yes, Master. I listen to all your orders."

"Do you follow orders?"

"Usually...Usually I do, but..."

"You will follow them from now on."

SMACK!

The sudden slap across his dicks left Zavis gasping, his cocks swinging back and forth from the painful impact. He hissed for breath, his eyes staring down at his dicks as he watched them swing around.

"You will follow them, or I will find ways of making these utterly useless. I will smash your balls until they are nothing but paste, then fill them back up again to do it again. I will sear these under a heat-lamp, make them sweat and burn with your body's own juices, then make you shove them into a bottle of ghost pepper when the top layer of skin burns away. And knowing you? You'd like it."

Zavis's cheeks probably could have gone a bit of a brighter shade of red, but not much brighter than they were already going. The snake knew that the dragon could take pain play further than most, could take a punishment further than most doms that he had been around, but this was new.

This was very new, particularly as he felt the claw tips of his master flicking against the sides of his shaft, almost on the verge of scratching it.

"These stopped belonging to you when you submitted yourself to me, but for all that you've sworn to obey, you've been dicking yourself over. Day in, day out, pulling yourself out of rotation for fun, working yourself to death rather than giving yourself to the rest of the harem. When you dick yourself over that much, you know what that says to me?" the dragon asked.

"Um...that...I'm a hard worker?" Zavis asked hopefully.

SMACK!

"NNNGH!"

Zavis tried to curl up in a ball, but the restraints stopped him from doing that. The hard impact to his balls did nothing for his hard-ons, but the echoing, searing pain that ran out from his crotch was definitely enough to leave his stomach tight, his body aching.

"Nnngh...sorry, Master...no more flippancy..."

"Better not." It didn't get better as the master stroked his cocks, grinding them together, forcing pleasure through the sickly pain that echoed out from his crotch. "What that level of dicking yourself over tells me...is that you're more comfortable being your own master than submitting to me. It tells me that you still listen to your judgment over mine. It tells me that you think you can fuck yourself over better than I can fuck you."

Not quite true, but he was certainly not complaining about the results at the moment. He kept his mouth shut, waiting to see what would happen next.

Smack!

Another, lighter smack to his balls, but it was still enough to bring the heavy orbs up to swing against the base of his cocks. The double impact, one from hand, one from dicks, was enough to knock the air right out of his lungs. He huffed, puffed, sucking in the smell of dragon and sweat and musk that permeated the room.

It didn't take long for him to start sinking back into that desperate, horny need that the master's musky rump had given him, and soon, Zavis was huffing it up, using it as a painkiller against the worst of the master's punishments.

After a few minutes of alternating slapping and stroking, the snake's balls were bruised, the bottom and back of them completely darkened from the impact play. Zavis was still hard, too, though he blamed that mostly on the musk more than anything else at that point. There was no way that he'd be hard without the master's help.

As the dragon let go of his cocks, the snake forced himself to start panting and to just breathe deeply. He needed to slow his hard down, to relax, to -

"Mmmph!"

He opened his eyes as one of the master's big, slippery soles pressed down on his face, the sweat along the bottom soaking back into his face and bringing its own smell. While the master's rump had been a bit bitter and a bit spicy, the underside of his foot was slightly more vinegar-y in terms of its musk. It was no less mind-melting, though, and his cocks throbbed painfully hard.

Even as his poor cocks were made to leak pre from the smell, he turned his head to lick, to suck, to nuzzle at the master's feet. His head was smothered beneath the scent and the strong foot and the leg it was attached to, but he didn't care. He liked it.

No. He loved it.

Panting, Zavis kissed the underside of his master's foot again and again, licking along the arch before kissing the ball of the foot, whispering quietly.

"Thank you...thank you for teaching this mud-crawler a lesson. Thank you for reminding him where he belongs. Thank you for giving him what he needs. A lesson...a lesson that was long...overdue..."

"It was, but you won't forget it anytime soon, will you?"

"No, Master. I won't forget my place."

"You better not."

Zavis had no intention of pushing it further. He knew that he had been overworking himself, but he wanted to be good. Wanted to make things perfect. Trying to outthink the master so that he wouldn't have to exert himself.

It was good, but too good. Too good for him to do on his own.

As he sniffed at the toes, licking under them, the master was doing something further down the bed. The snake felt the shackles come off his ankles, allowing his legs freedom, but before he could ask what was going on, the master had pulled his foot away, sliding up on the bed beside him.

"It's time for you to remember who owns you. If anyone's going to dick you around, it's not going to be your work. It's not going to be those ideas of needing to be perfect, or not lazy. It's going to be me. And this?"

His master leaned forward, a black-scaled cock sliding along the snake's ass crack, up along his taint before laying between the serpent's own shafts. It was fat, over three inches across, and the humanoid shaft was just over a foot long.

"This is going to do the dicking."

"Mmmph...Master..."

"You need it now, but you remember what it did to you last time?"

Zavis did. He remembered all too clearly what that cock had done to him last time. The sheer size of it had split his ass right open, going as close to ripping him apart as a cock had ever done. The only thing that kept him whole back then had been the master's magic, the power of it holding his body together so that there was no damage.

He had trained himself since, hoping to be ready, but even now, he didn't know if he was. His pucker was clenching hard in anticipation, and he had been sweating and dripping almost since he woke up, so he hoped that would help. At least it wouldn't go in entirely dry.

The master lowered his cock, the head rubbing against the snake's taint again before slipping between the cheeks. Zavis hissed softly as the heated head rubbed against his rim, feeling the sheer thickness of it. The head ground against him, nudging him, not quite thrusting in but teasing his hole with what was coming.

Thrust, nudge, grind.

Thrust, nudge, slide.

Thrust, nudge -

POP!

Zavis gasped, his mouth hanging open, his jaw disengaging out of sheer shock at the width of that thing. It drove all thought from his mind, the combined pain-pleasure of being spread so impossibly far leaving him with nothing in his head but raw shock.

Impossible, he thought. Just...impossible...

He couldn't even move to look down anymore, staring at the ceiling as he felt that huge rod pushing further and further inside of him, claiming him, taking him. His hole clenched out of instinct -

"HSSSS!"

And he hissed, his fingers digging into the mattress, his eyes closing tight as the clench made that cock feel even bigger than it already was.

"Fuck...fuck..."

He tried to be more eloquent than that, to deliver his master praises as the master deserved, but he couldn't bring such thoughts to mind. Eloquence, vocabulary, everything was being stripped from him as he was forced to swallow the master's musk, as his hole was being forced to be molded by that cock.

He felt his ass cheeks spreading the deeper that shaft went, the padding that he had from his own muscles positively useless as that cock went deeper, deeper, and deeper still. It was grinding against his prostate, no, grinding was too kind a word. It was obliterating his prostate from its sheer thickness and heft the further it went, giving a constant grind over it that was both pleasurable and painful.

His cocks couldn't stop drooling, spitting pre over his belly, some of the shots almost reaching his chest. Zavis huffed and puffed, his mouth going from hanging open to clenched shut by turns as the dragon's cock descended ever deeper.

The veins. He could feel the veins from its sheer size, the stiff, spiraling bumps on the dragon's shaft opening him up in a dozen different ways as it went deeper. Six inches, seven, eight, nine had already gone in, and he swore that he was already seeing a bulge in his stomach from how big his master was.

"Remember, Zavis."

He was pulled from his contemplation of cock to the master again, staring up at the dragon as his legs were lifted from the bed, bent back towards his head. He felt his balls drop, laying right against the top of the master's cock, between the master's hips and his taint.

"Remember, Zavis. You gave me everything. You put me in charge. And that means that you have to let me take care of you. Do you think you'll remember that lesson from now on?"

"I...I'll do my best...sir..."

"You better. Otherwise, I might have to do something like this -"

SLAM! Squish!

The snake's breath hissed out through an open mouth, a scream that had been turned into nothing more than a whimper. His balls felt flattened between his master's crotch and his taint, the fat orbs, swollen from abuse, suddenly crushed between two scaly bodies.

"Except with more permanent damage."

As his master pulled back, he felt the emptiness inside of him, the sheer pulsing ache of his balls rippling through his body. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but stare up at his master.

"Speak, Zavis. Can you continue?" the dragon asked.

"Y...ye...yes, sir," he wheezed. "Give me more...harder..."

"Heh...that's my butler."

As the dragon lifted his hips up again, lining up for a proper rutting, Zavis knew that he wasn't going to be able to walk again for a while. Not easily, at least. But maybe someone would be willing to lend him a walker or a wheelchair to do his duties.

"...Stop thinking of work!"

SMACK!

"NNNGH! Trying, Master!"

The End