#dragon reverence

Sure, there'd be a bit of nervousness being introduced to so many strangers in such a vulnerable situation but my dragon's always proved that it's had my best interests in mind. Under its protective wing, all the eyes on me are fascinated, engaged, curious; because I and everyone here knows that I belong to the dragon, I have nothing to fear from the attention of all the claws on me.

For if my dragon is showing me off, there's nothing I need to fear. I only need to bask in the praises it's singing to its friends about the object of its adoration.

They'd strip me down and gush about my scales; maybe give the other dragons little tastes of me while they talk about how good of a prey I am. Maybe it'd get me to show off how well I serve, sending me on tasks to help its friends' kobolds out in managing one of their dens. Perhaps it'll serve me up as a meal and I'll experience the darkness of a new maw, or maybe even make me give a demonstration of how well it's trained me to provide sexual pleasure. Familiar, but different—my training and caretaking is thorough enough that I can serve a dragon unfamiliar to me with incredible results.

Even though I have no connection to these dragons, I'll make my own proud and do my best!

Then for a while it might make me fuck the other kobolds from the other dragons' warrens for entertainment while they do their business—discuss their complicated meetings, catch up with one another, gossip about draconian goings-on and work on some other tasks for a while. Eyes still straying to me often in admiration, but the main focus is off me—this is, after all, for the dragons to get together. Showing each others' kobolds off is just a small part of the night, and one I am very honoured to perform.

At the end of the night, after I've made some kobold friends of my own and we've went off for our own shenanigans, one of the friends might ask my dragon if it could borrow me for a weekend or so to stash in its own warren because of how much it enjoyed my services.

The response: of course—it's glad they enjoyed me so much!

Again, a pang of nervousness hits me, but it is easy to push down. My dragon takes such good care of me and has done such a good job making sure I'm well taken care of; before long I overhear it communicating to its friend all the best ways to take care of me, what it's allowed to do with me, and what's off limits.

The last thing it says to me directly, and the only time it's spoken to me directly during the whole night, is to praise me for how well I've done and to reassure me that it's made sure I'm going to have the best time while it's gone.

I hug its snout.

feeling my arm draped around it rise and fall as its strong body breathes slowly… rest its head on my lap as I rest a hand on its snout, idly scratching its nose and forehead… casually stroke its horns, feeling their pleasant shapes and massaging their bases… run my claws up and down its giant tail, or maybe just hugging the tail as I lay beside it… gently holding the weight of its head in my claws, letting it sink into me… running both hands gently around its head, scratching its chin and snout and brow… stroking its big tongue and running my fingers over its claws and giving it foot rubs… cuddling it from within, asleep with its calming pressure all around me as I fill it with comforting presence…

Holding the dragon down in a cruel, sadistic net capable of unspeakable pain before approaching and shushing it. I show the great beast I have no wish to harm it by laying down my weapons and speaking softly until it stops thrashing and calms under my hand—then, after at least partially convincing it I've got its best interests in mind, I show it the new bridle I'm going to put it in.

A rumble emanates from its throat upon spotting the equipment, and I try my best to remain unmoved as it snaps at me until it settles down enough for me to begin slipping its new bridle around its snout, rewarding it with lulling coos and gentle reassurances.

Quelling its dismay with soft words while guiding the bit between those sharp teeth, covering up its excess eyesight with the blinders—everything to make sure it can become the well-behaved, excellent creature proper grooming and training could afford it.

While I move on to secure the collar, girth and tug, I notice how the beast's hulking and powerful body, though still trembling and seething in misery and confusion, has ceased thrashing; a sign both that it has given in and learned its resistance means nothing, and that it still remains distressed.

Behind all that pain, all that despair, I can feel all the power packed into this majestic creature's mighty body and ready to explode from its haunches into a magnificent display of lithe acrobatics and vicious savagery and everything in between. The steel-strong frame and powerful muscles, supple beneath my claw, desire freedom and power they may have never known with no one to guide them in the wild.

But once I make it mine and train it, the beast will never need to know weakness or uncertainty at the hands of the savage world again. I will make this dragon into my masterpiece; its body will be an extension of mine. Its body will be all mine to do what I please with, and it will thank me for it.

As I finish my work, I release the dragon out of the cruel net restricting it and into a more empowering binding in the form of my guidance. Already its motions seem so much more disciplined, as it submits to my lead, even if behind each movement there is a cowering tremble for fear of the pain it has seen I can inflict.

-Koboldflesh

Oh little kobold... that big, safe wyrm wraps her arms around you. Pulling you close, and hides so well. A strong, taloned hand reaches around and squeezes that breast, flooding that tiny maw, and drenching you a bit in that sweet nectar. A tender cackle follows at your expense, but no genuine malice. You belong to her - even if you were mad, you know fighting this is hopeless.

A rumble sounds over you as she forces you to settle properly, and rests her own massive form over you. A talon as long as your head gently runs over your face, drying it. That nectar filling your belly is so warm... so comforting... the peace spreads through your mind like a gentle wave, wiping away of those unpleasant thoughts. All that remains is the dragon over you, the soft pulsing lights running down her body, and the scent of that seemingly endless meal.