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"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah? It'll be fiiiine, we take care of dragons all the time. Be they able to talk, or not."
Blueleaf was new to this sort of thing. The young buck would follow his mentor Orchid out to the larger accommodations. These rooms were more meant for a larger, more feral clientele, with more stable rooms with basic amenities. They'd recently remodeled these rooms, freshened them up and adjusted this and that to provide only the BEST experience. Not that either of the two bucks were bothered much. Their issue was to wait for a certain blue dragon and ambush him.
The pair would linger around, observing other staff members wrangling larger beasts who had paid good money to be here… and others who had not.
"So uh. This dragon… they're not the violent type?" Blueleaf would flick his ears anxiously as Orchid merely leaned against a wall by the room door. "They won't uh… bite? Or try and lash out?"
"Ppfth. Nah. Damn near all of em are smart enough to not completely act out in a place like this. After all, someone, if not they themselves, paid good money to be here." Orchid reminded his junior, keeping his head down as the client fluttered down from an entrance in the building's roof.
Blueleaf looked on as the blue and gray dragon touched down on the cool stone floors, head held high as he folded his wings… the buck did his best not to stare as the dragon nosed his way past the pair and headed into his room… Only when his tail had vanished behind the solid wooden panel did he let out a breath he had been holding in. "...Phew. He's a lot bigger than most of the clients I'm used to. No way this is a one buck job."
"Mm. If he were notably more dangerous, this wouldn't be a two buck job either. But I think I can get you in and out of this safe, and with some know-how on how to handle things bigger than yourself." Orchid said, his drawl seeming more… excited? He was one of the older heads here, and had at least a decade or two of experience…
"Well… alright. Where do we start?"
=
Aerium had had the best flight today. The thermals above this place were always so plush and fantastic to just ride, circling higher and higher thanks to the heat from the spa below. He had barely had to flap a wing more than twice to keep himself aloft the entire time, and had glided all the way down to the patio from where the thermal petered out.
He had spent a good portion of the day flying, just enjoying the way the air here just felt… better. More bouncy. But of course, he was done with that, and was ready to settle in for a rest.
He'd met with a draconic translator, a silvery banner of a Lung dragon, and had arranged for meals to come at certain points of the day. Even if he wasn't in, he was to be left meals in his room. And there it was. A delightful, still steaming bucket sized bowl of stew, left on a low table in his 'living room' area. Aerium inhaled the savory aroma, swallowing as he gazed down at the chunks of beef floating in the broth.
It would not take long for him to plunge into it, eating up every last bit of beef, of carrot and potato… the bowl was licked clean by the time he was done.
And what better way to wind down?
He would head over to his bed. A lovely four poster bed arranged to accommodate someone of his size and body type… he yawned and settle in, laying flat on his belly before dozing off completely.
=
It would be almost an hour before he was roused from his slumber.
Aerium would open his eyes…or at least… try to.
He found that he had been hooded, the straps of a bridle biting tight into his muzzle and head…he had been positioned with his hips pushed up into the air, with unfamiliar hands securing a cold, metal collar around his neck. There was a small jolt as the lock clicked, making Aerium let out a muffled noise through the gag bulb that had been pushed into his mouth. Any attempts at swallowing were hindered by another bulb down his throat, this one inflated much more… the dragon started to try and get up, only to get another small zap that forced him back into position.
"There we go. See? He's as easy as pie to secure."
"Uh… I guess so… let me just…"
The more timid of the voices seemed to approach, sliding heavily padded mitts onto his front paws and locking them into the cuffs attached to the collar. These ones closed with a heavy snap, not allowing any proper movement… Aerium growled, trying to toss his head, and getting yet another jolt for his trouble.
"He sure is fiesty."
"Believe me, son, he's pretty tame right now. Now let's get those wings into these bags."
Rougher, more calloused hands would push the dragon's wings into latex sacks, using the metal bands attached to them to secure them closed… no amount of flexing or wriggling would let Aerium spread them.
The dragon would growl and hiss, muffled voice quiet and almost pathetic. He tossed his head, trying to rear up, only for the hands to yank a leash back down and tie it to something nearby.
"He's being awfully feisty. Blueleaf, show him who's boss."
"Me? Uh… alright!"
Trembling hands would grab at the line providing air for the dragon… and squeezing it shut. At first there was no reaction, but then Aerium would start to struggle. He pulled and bucked, trying to get away from his captor and letting out pleading and desperate noises… whoever was holding his lifeline was not letting go for love nor money.
Only when the older voice told the other to let go did Aerium finally get to breathe again. Clearly, any attempts at escape were not tolerated.
"How'd that feel?"
"...good. really… really good."
"There we go. See? Just takes a firm hand and a creative mind. Now. Let's put a belt on this beast."
The two sets of hands would slide what felt like a chastity belt onto the dragon, a cold metal plate bulging over his cockslit, preventing any sort of stimuli from reaching his most sensitive of places … Aerium let out another whine as the rest of the belt was set up, this portion adding a covering to his ass…
Finally, the two sets of hands would pull his legs back slightly, securing his legs with cuffs to the back two posts of his bed… "There. Now, let's make sure all the bindings are set correctly, then turn on the security measures."
Security measures?! Aerium didn't like the sound of that. But what else could he do but let out muffled moans and whines… the hands tugged and tested the grip of the dragon's bindings, pulling them tighter as need be…
"That should do it!" The older voice said, and suddenly, the metal collar lit up with a small shock, letting out a small beep before going silent again… "This dragon ain't goin' nowhere. Now. I'm gonna leave you to lock up, feel free to add any personal touches to this one."
The sound of footsteps faded away, and soon it was just Aerium alone with the second voice…
"...It's a shame you look so good like this, y'know?" The other voice said, running a hand down the dragon's muzzle. "I'd have let ya go. But then I'd get in trouble so… I guess you're stuck here."
The blue and gray dragon groaned, trying to push his gag out but only getting pushback from the hood and from his captor.
"Oh? Eager to get out, are we?" He chuckled, pulling on the air hose that let Aerium breathe. "Not on my watch."
Aerium felt a surge of panic rise in his throat as he felt the pipe being knotted off and his muzzle being patted.
"Well. I'd stick around and torment you more but. Well. I still got training to do. Maybe I'll come in after hours and let you have a nice breath of fresh air." He teased, and soon enough, the sound of footsteps and the slam of a door were all that were left for the captive dragon…
"Yeah? It'll be fiiiine, we take care of dragons all the time. Be they able to talk, or not."
Blueleaf was new to this sort of thing. The young buck would follow his mentor Orchid out to the larger accommodations. These rooms were more meant for a larger, more feral clientele, with more stable rooms with basic amenities. They'd recently remodeled these rooms, freshened them up and adjusted this and that to provide only the BEST experience. Not that either of the two bucks were bothered much. Their issue was to wait for a certain blue dragon and ambush him.
The pair would linger around, observing other staff members wrangling larger beasts who had paid good money to be here… and others who had not.
"So uh. This dragon… they're not the violent type?" Blueleaf would flick his ears anxiously as Orchid merely leaned against a wall by the room door. "They won't uh… bite? Or try and lash out?"
"Ppfth. Nah. Damn near all of em are smart enough to not completely act out in a place like this. After all, someone, if not they themselves, paid good money to be here." Orchid reminded his junior, keeping his head down as the client fluttered down from an entrance in the building's roof.
Blueleaf looked on as the blue and gray dragon touched down on the cool stone floors, head held high as he folded his wings… the buck did his best not to stare as the dragon nosed his way past the pair and headed into his room… Only when his tail had vanished behind the solid wooden panel did he let out a breath he had been holding in. "...Phew. He's a lot bigger than most of the clients I'm used to. No way this is a one buck job."
"Mm. If he were notably more dangerous, this wouldn't be a two buck job either. But I think I can get you in and out of this safe, and with some know-how on how to handle things bigger than yourself." Orchid said, his drawl seeming more… excited? He was one of the older heads here, and had at least a decade or two of experience…
"Well… alright. Where do we start?"
=
Aerium had had the best flight today. The thermals above this place were always so plush and fantastic to just ride, circling higher and higher thanks to the heat from the spa below. He had barely had to flap a wing more than twice to keep himself aloft the entire time, and had glided all the way down to the patio from where the thermal petered out.
He had spent a good portion of the day flying, just enjoying the way the air here just felt… better. More bouncy. But of course, he was done with that, and was ready to settle in for a rest.
He'd met with a draconic translator, a silvery banner of a Lung dragon, and had arranged for meals to come at certain points of the day. Even if he wasn't in, he was to be left meals in his room. And there it was. A delightful, still steaming bucket sized bowl of stew, left on a low table in his 'living room' area. Aerium inhaled the savory aroma, swallowing as he gazed down at the chunks of beef floating in the broth.
It would not take long for him to plunge into it, eating up every last bit of beef, of carrot and potato… the bowl was licked clean by the time he was done.
And what better way to wind down?
He would head over to his bed. A lovely four poster bed arranged to accommodate someone of his size and body type… he yawned and settle in, laying flat on his belly before dozing off completely.
=
It would be almost an hour before he was roused from his slumber.
Aerium would open his eyes…or at least… try to.
He found that he had been hooded, the straps of a bridle biting tight into his muzzle and head…he had been positioned with his hips pushed up into the air, with unfamiliar hands securing a cold, metal collar around his neck. There was a small jolt as the lock clicked, making Aerium let out a muffled noise through the gag bulb that had been pushed into his mouth. Any attempts at swallowing were hindered by another bulb down his throat, this one inflated much more… the dragon started to try and get up, only to get another small zap that forced him back into position.
"There we go. See? He's as easy as pie to secure."
"Uh… I guess so… let me just…"
The more timid of the voices seemed to approach, sliding heavily padded mitts onto his front paws and locking them into the cuffs attached to the collar. These ones closed with a heavy snap, not allowing any proper movement… Aerium growled, trying to toss his head, and getting yet another jolt for his trouble.
"He sure is fiesty."
"Believe me, son, he's pretty tame right now. Now let's get those wings into these bags."
Rougher, more calloused hands would push the dragon's wings into latex sacks, using the metal bands attached to them to secure them closed… no amount of flexing or wriggling would let Aerium spread them.
The dragon would growl and hiss, muffled voice quiet and almost pathetic. He tossed his head, trying to rear up, only for the hands to yank a leash back down and tie it to something nearby.
"He's being awfully feisty. Blueleaf, show him who's boss."
"Me? Uh… alright!"
Trembling hands would grab at the line providing air for the dragon… and squeezing it shut. At first there was no reaction, but then Aerium would start to struggle. He pulled and bucked, trying to get away from his captor and letting out pleading and desperate noises… whoever was holding his lifeline was not letting go for love nor money.
Only when the older voice told the other to let go did Aerium finally get to breathe again. Clearly, any attempts at escape were not tolerated.
"How'd that feel?"
"...good. really… really good."
"There we go. See? Just takes a firm hand and a creative mind. Now. Let's put a belt on this beast."
The two sets of hands would slide what felt like a chastity belt onto the dragon, a cold metal plate bulging over his cockslit, preventing any sort of stimuli from reaching his most sensitive of places … Aerium let out another whine as the rest of the belt was set up, this portion adding a covering to his ass…
Finally, the two sets of hands would pull his legs back slightly, securing his legs with cuffs to the back two posts of his bed… "There. Now, let's make sure all the bindings are set correctly, then turn on the security measures."
Security measures?! Aerium didn't like the sound of that. But what else could he do but let out muffled moans and whines… the hands tugged and tested the grip of the dragon's bindings, pulling them tighter as need be…
"That should do it!" The older voice said, and suddenly, the metal collar lit up with a small shock, letting out a small beep before going silent again… "This dragon ain't goin' nowhere. Now. I'm gonna leave you to lock up, feel free to add any personal touches to this one."
The sound of footsteps faded away, and soon it was just Aerium alone with the second voice…
"...It's a shame you look so good like this, y'know?" The other voice said, running a hand down the dragon's muzzle. "I'd have let ya go. But then I'd get in trouble so… I guess you're stuck here."
The blue and gray dragon groaned, trying to push his gag out but only getting pushback from the hood and from his captor.
"Oh? Eager to get out, are we?" He chuckled, pulling on the air hose that let Aerium breathe. "Not on my watch."
Aerium felt a surge of panic rise in his throat as he felt the pipe being knotted off and his muzzle being patted.
"Well. I'd stick around and torment you more but. Well. I still got training to do. Maybe I'll come in after hours and let you have a nice breath of fresh air." He teased, and soon enough, the sound of footsteps and the slam of a door were all that were left for the captive dragon…
