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The Portal Games

Jason's Promo

Jason Wells was once human. However, that humanity had been left behind over a year ago, the process of such abandonment taking only a few hours, but feeling like a year in and of itself. Being slowly stripped of one's species and given something in return, all while avoiding the breeding partners of a galaxy-spanning reality show, was something that certainly left a mark on one, even if you won. And he hadn't won, though he hadn't exactly lost, either, by his metrics.

The bright-green dragon leaned back on his lounge chair. For the moment, he wasn't occupied with the various 'tasks' that his mistress offered him. She was entertaining some investors for some business or other, something that he likely should know about, but had forgotten about. Or she had said it while sitting on his face, and he had been paying attention to something else that was much more important in the short term.

Come to think of it, it was probably the second one.

Shaking his head, Jason pulled himself upright from the lounge chair, looking through the transparent barriers between his penthouse and outer space. The stars glimmered in the distance, broken up by the occasional freighter that was passing through the jump point. He knew that they would be joining them, eventually. The station was due for a new home for the next few months, and he imagined that Mina had already gotten their place in the queue sorted. There was nothing for him to do there.

Come to think of it, there wasn't much for him to do...at all, really. He'd become something of a sex toy for the mouse, a plaything for her whims. A treasured one, yes, and that was something that he readily reminded himself of, but it meant that there wasn't really a lot to do, despite the fact that he was technically her assistant. He just went about doing what he found needed doing, kept track of the other slaves that she had won in the Breeding Games, and kept himself good and horny for her when she was in the mood for a bit of dragon rutting.

He looked down. His cock was still up and hard, though it was like that so often these days that he didn't really think about it most of the time. It was kept that way with a cock ring that his mistress, Mina, had ordered made for him to keep it from slacking off. It kept him hard and going even after he had climaxed a good six times, and it helped him maintain a certain advantage in the Breeding Games of only going over the edge when he wanted to, rather than when his body decided that it was time.

That said, it also meant that his stamina was high in ways that were both very fun, and very annoying. On the one hand, he could keep going...and on the other, he could keep going. There were times when he actually caused his mistress to feel too sore to want to keep going before he felt like he wanted to stop.

But that was life as a sex toy. He had thought he was used to it, but today, looking out at the starry sea before him, at the emptiness of space and the vast expanse of it, he felt a little stirring, something that he hadn't felt since his randomized choice of being in the Breeding Games. The dragon laid his hand on the clear barrier between him and empty space, shaking his head.

"I'm...bored."

There it was. The statement that he had been fighting for over a month. He was bored, and considering that he was living the life in an upscale penthouse as the boy-toy of the richest, sexiest mouse in the known universe, that was saying something, but he was. For all that he had access to the greatest amenities that the galaxy had to offer, for all that Mina treated him to the most interesting food brought to them from all corners of said galaxy, for all that they had friends that were of different species and different cultures that allowed him to see what the rest of the galaxy was like in microcosm, it just wasn't the same as being out there.

No, no, that wasn't even it. It wasn't the same as being in it, being part of it, and actually earning the whole thing. He had been convinced to give in during the end of the Breeding Games, not quite throwing it for Mina's sake, but giving in to her persuasion to give her the win. He could have been the winner. He'd been within striking distance of it, and all he would have had to do was fuck her.

But she'd convinced him out of it, persuaded him to change. And then she'd fucked him.

He didn't regret it, really. Not much.

Not enough to complain about it, at least.

But it was enough to remind him that he couldn't actually leave. She had him restricted to the station so that she could keep him safe. After all, this wasn't his universe, and for all that his body had been enhanced, made stronger and sturdier with his dragon form, he was still better suited as a kept boy-toy than an explorer.

That didn't stop him from wanting it, though. He dragged his fingers down the barrier, slowly shaking his head as he imagined going through the stars, exploring distant planets, finding new forms of life. Hell, conquering new forms of life, introducing them to his dick and seeing if he still had what had almost carried him to the winner's circle in the Breeding Games. He still remembered the interviews, the showing off, the way that he could flaunt himself and how his confidence had gone up with each passing challenge.

Fuck. He missed it.

Even with that, he didn't entirely begrudge Mina winning and keeping him here. She had her reasons, and most of the time, he agreed that they were good ones. But if he could just go somewhere, take a break from this -

A sudden expulsion of air froze him in place. For a second, he was sure that the windows had cracked, that the barriers had gone down, that explosive decompression was only a second away. He turned -

And found himself staring at the ocean, and in the distance, a rapidly approaching island. His mouth hung open, wondering if his mistress had opened a teleportal somewhere, but the edges were wrong. It wasn't a clean blue line around the border, but instead some sort of flickering black flame.

"What the -"

Jason yelped as a tentacle snapped out for him. He fell forward, his feet being dragged through the portal. He grabbed for the floor, managed to hold on for a second, and then was finally dragged through.

The portal closed behind him, and the dragon screamed all the way down.