curls up next to u

probably like a minor deity of computers or something thank fuck im not a computer scientist

she’s smaller than you expected. well, you’re not sure what you expected. you haven’t seen a lot of dragons, especially close-up like this. she’s maybe the size of a bird dog, if that. she’s perched on the bar stool, one leg tucked under her haunches, leaning forward on the bar with a drink in one hand and a nylon leash wrapped twice around the other

attached to the other end of the leash, is something you’re pretty sure either is human or was at one time. it kneels quietly and obediently below the bar, eagerly fellating two of the talons on the dragon’s dangling hindleg. it’s blindfolded and bound in a way that looks like it probably moves on all fours, à la bitchsuit

the dragon doesn’t wait for you to answer her question. you know, humans kept dragons as pets, companions, and working animals for thousands of years. it’s really only fair that we return the favor sometimes. her pet moans a little bit. it’s perverse. you remind yourself of the kink tomato. this is a bdsm club. she has just as much right to be here as you. you’re wildly uncomfortable about this. you’re also wildly aroused

it is rather annoying, she continues, that you can’t just do this to humans without “reinforcing stereotypes about dragons.” she looks at you. her eyes are golden and slitted. her tongue curls hungrily over her lips. she’s looking at you with an expression you have never once seen on a human face and you suddenly remember dragons are mostly carnivorous. especially since most humans are so eager to serve… really, you should have been the pets this entire time~

you can’t stop yourself from looking down at her pet. the dragon follows your gaze and makes a throaty barking noise that sounds almost like a laugh. oh, she serves… she cooks, she cleans, and she uses her pretty little mouth on me whenever i order her to… the dragon flexes her leg, and her pet whimpers as the claws dig into her tongue, drawing a pair of rivulets of blood. she knows her place. and she likes it, don’t you, pet?

her pet looks up at you and nods eagerly, a bright smile on her face, then goes back to cleaning the dragon’s talons with her tongue. the dragon smiles down at her.

Why is it little?

Don’t worry. Kitties is just a babies and it is going to get bigger when it growed up.

What is Kitties Name?

A kitty can have any name. Try to ask a friend of kitty if it has a name

What does kittys like?

Get turned into

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