Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter twenty three

Light suddenly crashed onto him.

He blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the bright light. He had fallen asleep again. He looked around him and realised he was being moved.

The floor he had been chained to had turned out to be a movable platform. Half a dozen men were carrying him out of the caravan and onto a street.

The air had hundreds of conflicting scents and noises. The whole place smelt stale though, like there was poor ventilation. He looked up at the sky and gasped silently.

There was no sky.

It was rock.

They were inside a mountain.

The place was light by hundreds of huge glowing yellow crystals imbedded into the ceiling. It must have been the size of a huge city.

He looked around him and realised that it was full of people exchanging things, yelling prices, demanding money, haggling and selling illegal goods at thousands of stalls, shops and stores.

People paused to stop and stare at him though.

The place slowly began quiet until it was near silent. Quiet murmurs ran through the curious, amazed crowd.

'Is that a dragon?'

'I didn't know red dragons existed…'

'It must be worth a fortune.'

'It must be a hoax. Red dragons are impossible.'

'How much is it? I wonder if I could afford it…'

'I want to buy it.'

'Maybe we should steal it?... Just take it and run…'

He tensed, wondering what was going to happen next. Suddenly a loud obnoxious German voice broke the quiet unrest.

"Mein gott!" He looked over to a huge door on the outside of a massive stone dome. "Holy shit! You weren't kinding, ja!"

An albino appeared, grinning and staring with bright red eyes. "It's really red!"

Iain snorted in disgust and annoyance and he laughed a strange laugh in return.

"Kesesesese~ Feisty huh?" He patted the dragon on the snout. "You shouldn't be so rude to someone as awesome as me!"

The red beast rolled his eyes but was ignored.

The albino turned around. "Hey, West! Look it's here and it's real! Do ya have one of my awesome collars ready?" An irritated blonde appeared.

"Ja, bruder." He looked at the dragon and he looked suddenly very surprised. He was holding a huge metal circle with a strange pattern on it.

"Mein gott."

"Kesesese~ Ja, I know! That's vhat I just said."

The blonde turned to Ivan. "Vhere did you find it?"

The Russian hummed and placed a finger to his smiling lips playfully. "Secret, da~"

He nodded in reply, though his blue eyes showed dislike and distrust towards the trader. He stood protectively close to the white haired man. "Gilbert, are you okay?"

"Ja, ja. I'm fine, Ludwig." The albino, apparently Gilbert, waved him off absently, preferring to examine the dragon's glistening scales. Ludwig nodded, looking relieved but keeping his eyes on Ivan.

When the annoying German had stopped prodding Iain's scales, checking that he was 'real', he turned to the trader. "So vhy are you here? You're not planning on selling him are you?"

The trader giggled. "Nyet, comrade."

"So vhy are you here? I know it is not just to visit the awesome me."

"I hear that you and your brother now owned the most prosperous arena in the Black Bazaar."

"Ja. Ve fight and shov dragons here so it is pretty popular."

"Good. I want to join in."

"Vith him?" The blonde glanced briefly at the red beast.

"Da. Of course."

"Ve only accept dragons with a collar and they aren't cheap. Plus we keep 30% of any profit he gains."

"I know."

"So fork over the money for a collar! It's 6,700 gold coins."

"4,100."

"Vhen did I say that the price was up for debate? This is a quality item vith poverful magic."

The Russian looked at him menacingly and Gilbert cringed in fear. The blonde stepped between them glaring. Ivan smiled though they was a slight chant of 'kolkolkol~' under his breath.

"Do you not remember you debt Gilbert?" The man flinched and cowered behind his younger brother.

Ludwig's eyes narrowed and he spoke with power in his voice. "I believe I paid that debt and bought back my brother a few years ago..."

There was a tense pause before the trader nodded. "Da… 5,750?" The brothers paused and glanced at each other. "May I remind you of his rare colouring? He can easily pull in twice as much as any other dragon. Even with my discount, your profit will be much greater, da?"

Finally Ludwig nodded. "5,750 is reasonable enough." He held up the strange metal ring he was holding. "This one is available for it."

The white haired man spoke up from behind his brother. "H-he vill also have to stay with the others d-down below."

"Down below?"

"J-ja. We keep the beasts below the arena in a reinforced cavern. It keeps them safe and owners don't have to vorry about them escaping or being taken. The thing vill still belong to you and you can visit or take him away at any time."

"Is that so?"

"Ja… You vill have to feed it vith your own money but the stay is free." The Russian smiled widely.

"I can agree to that."

"Awesome! All ve need to do is slip on the collar and collect our money and everything will be done."

He looked back to the dragon and noticed the intensity of its glare. Smoke swirled from its nostrils, showing that was attempting to breathe fire. He gulped slightly but ignored it. It was pinned still with unicorn chains. It was basically harmless.

"Bring it inside and ve can finish this vithout prying eyes."

He gestured to the crowd of people who were now staring with greedy eyes at the newest dragon arrival. They backed off quickly when the red creature growled.

Ivan nodded and the huge house on wheels was slowly moved into the stadium, following Gilbert, Ludwig and the dragon which was still chained down to a platform. Iain glanced behind him when he heard the door closed with a heavy thud.

They were lead down a few tunnels which had a downward gradient until they came to a medium sized room with a huge wall to wall door.

The men dropped the platform roughly and the dragon snarled through his closed lips. Ivan glared at the closest and brought out a pipe. He knocked the slave over easily.

"Careful with my cargo. It is worth more than 100 of you." The man whimpered and crawled back. Ivan raised his pipe again but was stopped by the taller German.

"Please resist from harming our slaves." He turned to the man and barked a loud command. "Back to you quarters, man! No food for the rest of the day!"

The man left in a hurry. Gilbert laughed at him as he fled.

"Kesesesese! West~ That was pretty scary! Mein got! That was funny! Kesesesese!" Ivan couldn't help but giggle as well. The dragon remained silent.

To be honest, he didn't care what happened to some random human slave. The blonde suddenly grabbed his attention by approaching him.

He held the collar up. The dragon tried to move away. The chains creaked quietly but would not break or move.

"Ve cannot not get the collar on vhen he is chained down like this."

"He is a little high spirited." The Russian giggled out. "It will be tough, da?"

"Don't vorry. West and the awesome me can do it." The blonde passed his brother the collar.

It was like a large steel hoop that would easily fit over the dragons head but easily fall off again. It was about as thick as the blonde's forearm and it had dozens of swirling symbols craved deeply into the metal.

Iain felt the Russian unclip and loosen the chains on his head and neck. Almost instantly he reared back his head. His neck was stiff and painful but he ignored it, struggling and wiggling furiously.

The slaves darted away in fear. He swung his head around, refusing to be still. He could hear the Germans yelling.

Suddenly the blonde one was holding his neck. He swung his head to the left, away from the blonde but he clung on. It was soon like a rodeo with Ludwig clinging onto the dragon while the creature tried to shake him off and get free of the rest of the chains of the same time.

He saw Gilbert holding the ring up to his head, trying to slip it on in the chaos.

Suddenly pleasure shot through his body. He gave out a single moaning purr, lowering his head slightly. He looked behind him, his head feeling hazy and saw the trader rubbing in between his wings.

The Russian pressed harder and the dragon groaned. It wasn't one of pain though. Ivan could hear the full volume of the blissful noises now that he was no longer silenced by the chains that were on his muzzle.

He pressed harder and made heavy circular motions at the left wing base.

The touch on his back felt great; very great. It filled his body with an unbearable heat and yearning. The pleasurable joy enveloped his senses and thoughts.

The dragon's head finally slumped forward submissively. The wanton moans and purrs were constant now. He seemed to be panting slightly.

Gilbert slipped the collar on the twitching beast quickly. It suddenly tightened around his neck, fitting snugly and comfortably, though Iain didn't seem to notice it at first.

When the touch was finally lifted, he felt a strange loneliness.

"Using its sensitive spot? Good idea. It's always handy to knov vhere it is."

"Da. Thank you Ludwig."

"Kesesesese~ You should be careful vith it though, it can also be a 'happy button'."

"Happy… button?"

"Ja. You know! The erogenous region, g-spot, ero-zone, the happy button! If you press it too much the dragon gets all horny and blushy and wants to fu~"

"Bruder!" The blonde was a deep shade of crimson in embarrassment.

"Vhat? The awesome me was just telling him vhat happens vhen you~"

"Bruder! You do not need to use such vulgar language. Just mentioning the erogenous zone was enough. There is no need for detail"

The albino shrugged, grinning widely.

The trader looked at his dragon. It was hard to tell if it was blushing with its red scales but it looked flushed. His eyes seemed slightly glazed over.

Ivan's eyes moved to the collar. It was impossible to remove except by the owner, which was meant to be him. He turned to the white haired man.

"How do I work the collar?" His former slave rolled his eyes and handed him a smaller but similar ring to the dragon.

"Slip it on your vrist." The hoop went past his hand easily, tightening like the dragon's collar. "You cannot control the dragon's movements, unless you are as awesome as me, but you can control their abilities." The Russian was studying the bracelet closely.

"Hmmm?"

The blonde spoke. "Vhat bruder means is that you cannot make a dragon move left or right and order it about but you can force it to be human or stop it from breathing fire or flying."

"Ah... I understand comrade. I can make him human but not control his actions."

"Ja. It vill feel your intentions but speaking helps." The trader stared at the red dragon who had regained his sense was trying to move his arms and pull the collar from his neck. His head and neck were still free.

"Become human."

The dragon's eyes widened. He withered as if he was in pain.

Iain felt shock and pain go through his body as it was forced to change. Usually when he changed it was smooth, easy and painless.

This felt wrong and terrible. There was a high, painful pressure all over his body like it was pressing in on him, shrinking and compressing him back into a human. Throbbing passed over his body like his skin was being torn away.

He resisted it but it only got worse.

Suddenly it stopped.

He was left panting and shaking. He felt raw.

Ivan raised an eyebrow at the dragon's reaction. Though the change had looked normal on the outside, the dragon was thrashing about wildly as if it was in great agony.

When it was over the body was still apart from a twitching and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

The pale, naked man was curled into a semi-foetal position with now very loose chains draped over his body. His skin was very fair but not as pale as Gilbert's and his hair was a deep crimson mess.

His ears were pointed, proving that despite his appearance, he was still a beast. His eyes were closed, though it was clear that the man was still completely conscious. The collar had shrunk to fit with the new, thinner human neck.

"Damn! He's pretty hot as a human."

"Bruder…"

"Most dragons are beautiful as humans anyway, da."

"Ja. I vouldn't mind fucking this one though."

"Bruder! Ve run a business vhere our clients trust us with highly valuable possessions! Show some boundaries." The albino waved him off.

"I vas just saying."

"Get some clothes on him and put him in vith the others."

"Ja, ja, ja…."

(A/N – Yay! Prussia and Germany! They can from the same kingdom as Scotland and England (the North one) but both come from the Germany region. (Sorry – the world isn't able to handle such an awesome region as a Prussia one) The king of the Northern kingdom (Germania) also comes from the Germany region but in this AU they are not related.

Prussia was once in the same position as the Baltic trio – an underpaid slave to Ivan, trying to pay off a huge debt. Luckily he had an amazing younger brother who worked very hard to buy his brother back. Now the two live happily together in the Black Bazaar. Though their business is shady and somewhat cruel to dragons – it's their only way to make a living. They are very successful now.

Though, they seem wicked in this story, that's just how this world works. Slaves are treated like dirt and property in real life. (Though I disagree completely with slavery. People shouldn't be forced into labour.)

The ending was slightly erotic – I know. X is on my back (not an euphemism!) trying to get me to write a smutty story and I am a tad tempted but I want this story to mainly be a T. If I do get over my major embarrassment and write something – it will be posted in a different story.

Just so you know, the poll about your favourite story will stay open until story 8 and 15 are finished.

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