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Spoiling the Snake

By Draconicon

Draconicon felt the need to do a good thing, and by 'do', he meant fuck, and by 'a good thing', he meant one of the people that belonged to him. It was a win-win situation, really; he got to have some fun and feel like he made someone's day better (and really, whose day didn't get better after getting fucked by a dragon), and they got to have the distraction of having their master fuck them. Really, it was one of those things that he should be doing far more often as the master of his particular harem. They were so good, and he really should be giving them the dicking down that they deserved. They'd been patient, he'd been good, and for once, the stars had aligned.

So, the black dragon opened his robe, flicking through the little notebook that he kept in the inside pocket. There were twelve names there. Some had been crossed out over the years, having to leave for some reason or another, and some had come back. Some were new, some were old. Some were furred, some scaled, some silly, some serious.

But they were all his, and they were all waiting for a turn with him, though he doubted that they were ready for what was coming today.

As he dragged his finger up and down the list, tapping one name after another, he eventually stopped over one in particular. The name glowed beneath his touch, and an image of a nearly-naked snake popped up. Muscular, of course, thick across the shoulders and arms, with green and brown patterns across his body and a yellow-green underbelly, he struck a powerful figure for the spell.

And why shouldn't he? Zavis was a very healthy, very shapely ball python, one that knew how good he looked and frequently flaunted it. The dragon had seen him down at the gym more than once, flexing for the mirrors and the many good bois and girls that were there to build up their own bodies. He'd seen the flexes and the little lessons, and - though he doubted that Zavis was aware - the various little 'thanks' that the snake got after hours. The big guy didn't get to leave the gym without at least a little thanks, it seemed.

But now, he was going to get something else. Draconicon put the list back and closed his eyes. The black fire of his magic shimmered down his frame, encasing him from head to toe, and he disappeared.

He reappeared in a sandwich shop, one that was just off the beaten path and half-hidden inside one of the many plazas on the waterfront. The black dragon stepped out of a crowd that gasped at his sudden appearance, the line for placing orders completely disrupted in that moment. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped to the side, waving for them to continue getting their food. After a moment, they did just that, and he went back to scanning the shop for his snake.

Of course, he was rather obvious about it. He wasn't exactly an inconspicuous figure. Most of the customers of the sandwich shop wore jeans, or sweats, or slacks, and they wore t-shirts or modern business suits. Not him. He had come in a black robe, one that ran from his shoulders all the way down to his ankles, and it made him look like some overzealous fan that had escaped from a masquerade.

He didn't mind that. It meant that he always had the chance to surprise someone.

Zavis was easy to find, thankfully. The snake sat at the far end of the shop, one sharp turn away from the register. He'd apparently taken a break from the gym and his usual administrative work back at the tower to get himself a meal, because he was halfway through a sandwich that was all but drooling with sauce. The dragon smiled, making his way over.

The snake, of course, didn't look up. He nodded his greeting, swallowing hard to clear his mouth by the time that the dragon sat down.

"Master," he said after clearing his throat. "I'm sorry; am I needed?"

"Hmmm, not yet. Wanted, though, surely."

"Oh, my. And what, may I ask, is the occasion?"

"A little bit of fun."

"For you, sir?"

"For both of us."

"Ahhhhh, I see." The ball python smiled. "Do I have time to finish eating?"

"Perhaps. It'll depend on how much a 'pathetic worm' can resist the scent of a dragon."

There was an ever-so-slight blush on the part of the snake, but Draconicon was still smiling, a gentle enough grin that had just a hint of teeth behind it. His wings flicked, not quite a flap, but enough to stir the air. A few customers breathed in, sitting up a little straighter as the scent hit them.

"I'd say you have...mmm, maybe two minutes..."

"I'll eat faster then, sir."

The snake suited word to deed, already digging in hard with his food. He went from nibbling to swallowing inches of sandwich at a time, putting that snake mouth to work. Draconicon chuckled, leaning back again, his arms behind his back for support.

Already, he could see that his pheromones were starting to take effect. The average customer was red-faced, starting to be dragged into a more feral mindset with the way that the pheromones worked. Others, however, were more blank-faced. In some ways, they were more strong-willed; they weren't dragged down to utter feral-ness, weren't reduced to nothing more than animal instinct. However, they were left in a very suggestible state of mind, and that was a weakness all its own.

The dragon flicked his eyes back and forth, watching as the orders started to slow, as the customers and the workers started to lose track of time and things. Repetitions of forgotten orders were given, only for the customers to start going quiet. The workers on the other side of the sandwich shop were starting to lose their focus, their eyes going blank and empty, and the orders were no longer getting filled.

At that point, the other scents started to take over. The guy at the head of the line - a stallion - moaned as he came in his pants, the raw lust of his own deep beast-brain coming forward. He came in his pants, and the tight denim hugged around his rising cock. The long, rigid thing started to sweep around his hips, leaving him huffing, puffing, humping the air and then humping the counter in front of him.

"Mmmph..."

Zavis's little grunt told him that his snake was having his own problems keeping himself together. Draconicon smiled, stretching out one leg and pressing it right into the ball python's lap. One good press had the serpent all but spitting his latest mouthful out, and he had to cover his snout, holding it closed as he swallowed hard.

"Ah...ah...sir..."

"You know you need it."

"Mmmph...this is a little...little difficult, sir."

"Nah, it's just a little hard."

Pushing down as he said it, he dragged his foot back and forth, smearing the bottom of his foot against that bulge. Zavis was hiding that second dick at the moment, keeping it back in his slit, but the other was good and hard. He ground his foot right over it, milking it through the tight slacks the snake wore. It didn't take long for the warmth of that bulge to get replaced with a warmer, wetter feeling, and he chuckled as he curled his toes around the head of that barely-hidden shaft.

"Enjoying yourself, my little worm?"

"Mmmph...Very much, sir."

"You're going to enjoy it more in a minute."

"Don't think - ha - don't think that we have that long, sir."

"Probably not...but doesn't mean you won't enjoy it."

He flapped his wings properly this time. The napkins on the table, as well as most of those across the way near the register, went flying. They were like giant snowflakes in the air, but it was not for visual effect that he'd done that. No, he was merely spreading the natural, powerful musk of dragon through the restaurant.

It was hard to quantify just how the scent worked. Part of it was pheromones, of course, but there was something magical mixed in with it, something that encouraged the libido to rise with obedience. Even those that went mentally feral were still hard-pressed to deny the orders of a dragon if they were given with enough force. Most dragons had at least an element of that, made stronger or weaker by various factors.

Draconicon's scent, his musk, was strong enough that it was sufficient to bring entire rooms to their knees in seconds if he didn't take countermeasures. In this case, he hadn't.

As pants bulged and were soaked by various types of juices, he kept rolling his foot up and down along the snake's bulge, encouraging it to keep growing, to keep stiffening and pushing up. He could see the redness in Zavis's cheeks fading as the fog in his gaze grew stronger. The snake's shirt fit ever less well, sweat rising from his scales and tugging it closer against his flesh. The dragon smiled.

"Eager?"

"Mmmph...beyond...Sir..."

"If you want it. Flaunt it."

And that was all that Zavis needed to hear. The ball python leaped out of his chair, sweeping the table clear with one good swing of his tail, only to leap up immediately afterward. The black dragon leaned back, crossing his hands over his lap as he smirked, already seeing that the snake had kicked off his sandals, showing off bare feet that had gone damp with sweat, shimmering in the bright light coming down from above.

The rest of the restaurant had gone all but ferals, with males pouncing females and vice versa, with ladies dragging other ladies to the bathroom and some males bending their partners over the tables to fuck them good and hard. The restaurant had gone from a place of sustenance to a place of debauchery.

Draconicon enjoyed the sight of rippling cheeks, bouncing breasts, and flying 'sauce' for a moment before Zavis tossed his shirt away, drawing the dragon's attention back. The snake danced with his hands in the air before drawing them down over his chest scales, running them over the smooth-textured lines that covered him, drawing patterns on himself as he slowly reached for his zipper.

He was bulging hard, by then. He was stiff, and his pants were wet. Soaked, even, with a hint of snake musk futilely battling against what the dragon had to offer. Draconicon shook his head.

"Go on...take it off."

"Mmm...yes, sir..."

Zavis's fingers found his button and his zipper, and down they went. The pants followed, revealing a pair of briefs that were all but stuck to him from the amount of pre-cum that he was dripping. He fit them well, and wore them better.

As the snake danced, turning and slowly rolling his hips, some of the tops that wandered the shop after fucking their partner into the ground started to turn towards him. One, a rather large orca, started strutting towards the table. Draconicon cocked his head to the side, watching the aquatic male but not stopping him.

The big guy was just about at arm's length and about to grab the snake by the tail when Zavis spun around and kicked him right in the chest. Despite the fact that the orca had six inches on him and more than a bit of bulk, the big guy went down hard. He fell backwards, landed flat on his ass, and then fell over backwards still further.

Zavis brought his leg back down, standing on tiptoes, clearly and deliberately pushing his feet back so that the dragon could see them. Draconicon nodded in approval, only to look up as his snake spoke.

"I belong to Draconicon. And after having him, there's nothing else that can really scratch that itch. So don't even try, guys. I'm not here for yawns. I'm here for fun."

There was always something to be said to be the preferred partner for someone else. Draconicon's cock twitched idly below his robe as he looked up at the near-naked snake, Zavis's cock throbbing, twitching, pulsing inside his briefs. They were all but useless now, soaked and transparent, and very much on the musky side of things.

The ball python must have realized that, because he reached down and pulled them off, dragging them down his hips and throwing them across the room. They hit some lucky mouse woman across the face, and she came on the spot.

The snake turned, going down to the balls of his feet, squatting as if he was leaning back against an invisible stripper pole. He ran his hands back, slowly rolling his hips, making his cock swing back and forth. The thick shaft was rather impressive - nothing compared to his own, of course, but still impressive - and Zavis thrust it forward, letting it be seen, letting everyone see what the dragon owned.

As the snake danced, panted, groaned, Draconicon just leaned back again, putting his feet up. The dark soles dripped, and Zavis groaned.

"Sir is tormenting me...please..."

"Please what, Zavis?" Draconicon asked.

"Either let me serve you...or put them away...but please, let me serve you."

"In a moment. Keep dancing. You know what I like, you filthy worm."

The words were carefully chosen, picked from a list of things that he knew that the python liked. There were so many ways to hit his buttons, so many different acts to get him horny as all hell, but this? This was something that Zavis really got into.

His snake groaned, rolling his hips before spinning around. He was still on the balls of his feet afterward, but facing away, his tail raised high to show off all the muscles in his ass. As he shifted his weight, he leaned forward, his heels pushing up before he sat back, using them to spread his cheeks -

"Mmmm, my, my, my..."

And standing out from his pucker was a gold-based plug, one that promised that the actual toy buried inside was going to be properly thick for someone that followed him. Draconicon liked his sluts to keep their holes good and wide, but this was something that he didn't get the chance to see very often.

Zavis pushed at it, making the gold-rimmed base flex out, then pulled in, out, in, out, in, each time making his rim thin out and go a little pale from just how big the base must have been. Every time that the snake strained himself, it pushed out that little bit further, only to retract again. Out, in, out, in.

"Mmmm..."

Draconicon loved the show, and more, he loved the implications. That hole was going to be stretched to the max by the time that he got around to using it, and he craved the feeling of that sloppy pucker wrapped around his cock. Loose holes were the best.

Of course, it was a show that was all for him. The entire restaurant had become a show for him, one he enjoyed as he cast his eyes around the room. Here, a stallion had a mouse female bent over a table, his flared cock utterly destroying her ass. She screamed for more, arching her back and curling her toes as she couldn't even touch the ground any longer, her eyes wild and feral as she got the dicking that she so obviously wanted.

There, an elephant female had cornered a rather shy badger, and had shoved her hand down his pants and her trunk down his throat. He gasped, gagging and groaning as she molested him, but that hard-on showed so much oozing pre-cum that the dragon doubted that the badger really minded.

Everywhere were couples, threesomes, or moresomes that were all too eager to give in to the influences of his pheromones, and every single one of them looked back at the table, knowing on some level that he was responsible for their debauchery. He idly stroked his cock to their stares before bringing his attention back to his snake.

Zavis was still straining around the toy, idly pushing it back, then pulling it back in, never quite pushing it past the widest part. Draconicon pressed his feet forward, rubbing his toes against the snake's ass cheeks, holding them further apart. His butler moaned under his breath.

"Mmmph...sir..."

"Do you need help, worm?"

"Mmmph...please..."

"Did you overestimate yourself?"

"No, sir. But my ass belongs to you. It is your privilege to unplug it and take it, if you wish."

"That's what I wanted to hear, you squirming little worm. Defanged serpent, begging for the prongs of a proper male to take you..."

Zavis moaned, as he knew the snake would. Shifting in his seat, he tilted his feet so that his toes pointed toward the plug itself, and slowly worked them around the base. The python gasped as he was no longer sucking the toy in and out, but rather allowing it to rest at the widest point. He smiled at his slave, giving the toy a few idle tugs before finally giving it that little pull it needed -

"NNNGH!"

And then the toy popped free. It was ten inches long and nearly as wide as the dragon's fist, which was saying something considering that it was sheathed in metal. He didn't know if it was all metal or not, but the sheer weight of covering it in a layer of metal meant that Zavis must have been working his asshole hard to keep it in the whole time. He nodded his approval.

"Such a good serpent..."

"Mmmph...thank you...thank you, sir."

"Now, back that ass up..."

As his servant did just that, he rested his hands on the snake's ankles. He lifted them up, giving each sweaty sole a gentle kiss before leaning in further. Zavis's rim had been pushed right to the limit, and even the snake's powerful muscles weren't quite enough to force it to close again on its own. It strained, trying to close, but the gape remained, showing off the inner walls of the serpent's much-looser hole. Draconicon smiled, licking his lips as he leaned in and kissed the twitching muscle, licking over the sweaty droplets that remained behind and drawing a gasp and moan from his slut.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, that's it...offer that hole to me," the dragon whispered.

"Yes, sir...it's yours..."

"I know, heh...All mine..."

He stood up, a thought sufficient to banish his robe to the ether as his cock popped out. Tapping it against that pucker, he ground the fist-thick head against the reddened, puffy hole.

"Ready to be fucked?"

"Mmmph...more than, master..."

"Good...I'll take your ass...and then later...when I'm not going to break you...I'll take your slit."

The soft gasp and red cheeks was more than sufficient motivation to get started. He rammed in and started thrusting away, and before long, he was no different to all the others that were rutting around him, save that he was doing what he wanted, and the others were doing what they had to.

It was a fair balance, for a dragon.

The End

Summary: Draconicon has a little bit of fun with a snake friend of his in a sweaty, playful way.

Tags: M/M, M/F, F/F, Dragon, Serpent, Snake, Friends, Musk, Debauchery, Public, Exhibitionism, Dancing, Anal Plug, Gaping, Loose, Lusty, Rimming, Foot Fetish, Anal, Dirty Talking,