Bargains with Benefits

Good Ending

Written by RiftyAgon

Abraxas ® RiftyAgon

Pollard & Whispa ® PollardTheDragon

Contains: Non-Canon, Feral, M/M, Oral, Anal, Domination/Submission, Size Difference, Dubious Consent

Length: 4,457 Words

"Hnghnn!"

The cave rumbled softly as a large beast slowly came to. His gold scales and blue belly sparkled along with the piles of gems surrounding him. Ruby eyes opened, and a smirk formed at his muzzle.

A purple and gold male lay snuggled against him, half the size, and his lower half coated in his own reproductive fluids. His tailhole was stretched generously, tightly holding onto the grand member of the gold drake.

"Heh, no one will believe that I got under your tail." With a purr, he placed his paw on the purple drake's hind, popping his red shaft free. Seed gushed from the gaped hole, scent sure to make the small male's mate question him.

The giant drake stretched his back, groaning pleasantly as the discs in his spine popped. He looked over to a table, watching the small gear laying on it. A small sigh left his maw.

"If only I'd been a little less pushy, maybe you'd have been my mate." A small bolt of lightning struck it, changing its colour to a glowing blue. "At least he takes care of you. Maybe in another life."

Shaking the thought from his mind, he turned to the unconscious drake in his nest. Not many could say they'd spent a night making a slut of the Hero of the Realms. He licked the male's cheek, before walking out.

"I had a fun night. Help yourself to a buck before you fly home. If you want to enjoy a night with me again, feel free to visit my shop."

"And twenty-four shinies is your change, thank you for shopping with us!"

The gold drake smiled kindly and waved off the mole. His shop had been a great success, starting in Warfang, and setting up a second shop in Troutdale. It was a great way to find new friends, specifically the ones he could bring home.

"Morning 'Braxy!" A gray dragoness giggled as she walked in, wiping her long cyan hair from her face. "Had any new conquests?"

"Ah, Whispa. Just last night actually, though I swore to secrecy. Would be a shame if his wife found out and went all Terror of the Skies on me. Haven't seen you in a wh-" Abraxas paused and his eyes widened.

"As you can see, I've been a little busy getting my cave and nest ready." Whispa rubbed her rounded belly, just nearing the point in her pregnancy that flying would become difficult. "Surprised? I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

"That's… I'm surprised someone as submissive as him managed to knock you up."

"Not getting jealous, are we?" Whispa spun around, lifting her tail to flash her vent. "I gave you more than a few offers. All you had to do was offer that rump now and then."

"I'm good." Abraxas chuckled and shook his head. "I'll stick with my cute drake sluts. Congrats to you and Rift though."

"Well, my offer is always available. Do you by chance have that outfit I ordered?" The dragoness watched the male stroke his head fin, before going to the back. She managed to sneak a peek at the drake's untouched tailhole; tonight's fantasy planned out

"Here we are." Abraxas set down a box, opening it to show the female. "One maid dress custom tailored for what I assume is one Fire Guardian. I'll knock off 5 shinies for some photos."

"Nah, he's mine." Whispa set a large bag of gold next to the drake, grabbing the box. "I'm not one to really share my pets. Especially ones as cute as he is."

"Can't fault me for trying." The male paused. Another drake scowling at the dragoness. He was tiny, even accounting for the gold drake's massive frame. The small thing was a hair shorter than Whispa, and carried a lithe body. Purple and white scales sparkled, hinting at a career in hospitality.

"Perfect timing, Polly! Abraxas here has a thing for submissive guys like you. Why don't you be a good boy and bend over for- HEY! I'M PREGNANT!"

"Not in the mood, Whispa." Pollard growled softly, pushing her aside and slamming a bag of gold on the counter. "Sorry for my attitude sir, raiders stole my entire stock of bubble bath solution. I'll take your entire stock."

The gold drake's eyes lit up and he slowly took the bag. I could take advantage of this… "That should cover it. Be warned though, you'll need extra help to carry it all."

"That's fine, I'll get my kobolds to pick it all up." The purple male glared at Whispa as she made some highly inappropriate gestures. One specifically bringing a blush to his cheeks.

"No, no. There's no need." Abraxas waved as the dragoness walked out and he turned to small drake. "I'm large enough that I can deliver it all to you."

"I… guess?" Pollard shrugged, noting how quickly the shopkeeper started closing the store. "Just one thing; I know your reputation, I'm not interested in anything."

"Reputation? I know no such thing." The gold drake feigned innocence, knowing full well of the rumors of him making the most of the tailhole's of any small dragon needing some company. "I'm but a simple business owner trying to provide my customers with great products."

Pollard's eyes drifted to a small photo by the exit; a very explicit photo of a black drake on his back, covering his face while seed leaked from his gaped rear. The face covering proving useless as the goggles laying next to him were a dead giveaway.

This might be a bad idea…

"Private, Report!"

"Nothing Ma'am!" A small green kobold lowered his binoculars. "Last activity was several hours ago when one of the bandits was neutralized. He's been locked up and Guardian Rift has been notified."

"Good work soldier. Keep it up and you can have my job." The shorter pink kobold sighed. "I sleep with one dragon and Master Pollard decides that only he can sleep with the customers. I'll make him pay for that someday."

"Pay for what exactly? Not happy with your current duties, Commander Kobblor?" A purple snout settled on the lizard's head, a slight enjoyment from the building fear.

"M-m-master Pollard. W-when did you get back?" Kobblor gulped, unsure of how much he'd just heard. "I was just saying how I wanted to… thank you. Yeah, that's right. Thank you Master for making me Commander of your security detail."

"Good girl. Hopefully your new defenses will prevent another raid. Still silly we need defenses for a spa in my heccing territory." Pollard moved his head around to look her in the eyes. "And I moved you because you kept asking to make casting molds of customers' penises."

"What better way to relax than to get bred without the risks. And the knowledge that they were from real drakes; it enhances the fantasy." The kobold huffed. "I'm still not taking that back."

"So be it little one." The drake pat her head before walking off. "We have a supplier on his way to deliver the bubble bath solution. He is very promiscuous, and is not to stay longer than necessary. He's not to be trusted."

"Yes, sir!"

"Hmm, pretty cozy." Abraxas observed as he landed in front of the two. "I already told you this was merely business, unless of course you want it to be more."

The purple dragon rolled his eyes and started off, keeping his tail down to deny the large drake any eye candy. The lumbering form of the larger male followed. He thought to his friends, and a question began to build.

"How you you know Sithris?"

"I…" Abraxas was taken aback, something very rare for him. "I'm sorry?"

"Sithris Agon, mate of Kara and Riften Myclonis." Pollard hid a smirk. He finally got past the dragon's defenses. "They were the ones who told me about you. I saw the pictures on your walls, and know who they are. I also know said drake has to do with the pile of cogs you keep ahold of."

The Electric dragon cursed himself. Old memories built up and flooded him with both happiness and regret.

"I loved him." He sighed. "Sith was hatched and raised as a researcher of magic in another land. He'd been outcast due to his particular fondness of researching darker magic. I happened across him soon after, and we hit it off. I thought he loved me too when I became his first…"

Pollard blinked at the large drake cupping his maw in terror. He could understand the fear. Rift was under the belief that he took Sithris' virginity.

"You're fine, it's not my place to judge. Though you might want to tell Rift the truth."

"Sithris wants it on the low. Apparently he forgot about our old escapades and Rift can get a bit hot-headed when emotionally hurt, so figured it was best for my safety not to say anything." Abraxas winced as he remembered his broken arm after trying to cuck the Guardian a little too far. "Anyways, I eventually caved and confessed, but Sith didn't see it other than two friends having fun. I stopped visiting and took off, only coming back years later when I started my business. And now we're here."

"Interesting story. That explains the front you always have." Pollard gave him a piece of venison as they conversed. "Still doesn't excuse your actions with every male that moves, but it does make sense. Can't win the heart of the one you love, so you fill yours with sex."

"Hmpf, not quite." The large drake smirked and locked his lips. "I prefer doing the filling."

"You're insufferable sir."

"Give me a night, you won't be able to live without me." Abraxas felt his loins tingle. A scent filled his nostrils. "I'd take good care of you."

The purple dragon's stance became a tad wider. His companion's words sparking memories of the Fire Guardian breeding him. A shiver ran down his spine, his shaft quickly spilling from his slit.

Ancestors, what is wrong with me? He just wants to use me like a toy… and that's gotten me aroused. I need to get him out. Oh wait, there's my quarters, perfect!

"Well, here's my room. You should head off now to get back to Troutdale before it gets dark." Pollard quickly wiggled behind the door, poking his head out to cover his dripping member. "Talk to Kobblor and she'll pay you for delivering the bubble bath solution. Please take care."

*Slam!*

The small drake sighed and sat with his back to the door. "That almost ended bad-ah!"

He couldn't have expected to be bowled over as the larger drake shoved the door open. Abraxas admired the regal room, shelves of books surrounded a comfortable desk, and massive bed in the corner. He ignored the angry fire dragon as he wandered to the soft mattress and flopped.

"Are you listening?" Pollard shouted, whacking the other male's head with his tail several times, not noticing that the invader wasn't reacting. "You disrespectful, invasive, manipulative bast-mmnph!"

He'd expected a fight, to replace all his furniture from the battle he'd mentally braced for. What he hadn't expected was for the larger male to grab his horns, and shove his snout against the dark blue slit.

"That's better… be a good boy and settle down."

He flailed for a moment, trying to force the large paw from him, to no avail. To his surprise, the big guy was very clean. Sure, he still smelled of a large virile breeder, but there was no question that he bathed just before arriving.

The vent was moist though, arousal very clear. Pollard's body gave in, tongue flicking out to taste his assailant, quickly becoming two. His mind was already becoming foggy. The moisture quickly ran dry, his appendage slurping it all up.

A low rumble reverberated through him, and a large spire of flesh started pushing against his lips. With a gulp, he gave in.

The tip alone forced his maw wide, making him curious how Sithris and the drake's other flings could take such a beast. The paw holding him down released, he wasn't going anywhere.

A gentle nudge pushed some of the ribbing down his bulging throat, forcing his eyes wide as his body began begging for air. Oxygen and the dick in his maw, the only things now on his mind. He pulled back, gasping, only to take the large member once more.

This continued for several minutes, Pollard bobbing a little deeper each time, pulling back just enough for a quick breath. He couldn't hear the male above him starting to pant. Just as his lips kissed the knot, two giant paws clamped down on his muzzle.

Abraxas howled in bliss as he pumped every bit of seed into the purple dragon. He hadn't expected the little one to take nine inches, but it was a surprise most welcome. As he felt less pent up, the more he witnessed the other male's belly grow, finally stopping after looking several months gravid. It was almost a shame a dragon's metabolism would make quick work of it.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll fill him again.

When the gold male was sated, he pulled the other male away, smirking as the fire drake gasped and coughed out some seed. He chuckled, the noise bringing the smaller one back to his senses with a glare.

"Oh don't give me that. You enjoyed it, and were drooling over me on the way here. You did very well, I think we should do this again."

"I… you…" Pollard stomped his paw, frustrated at the lack of anger of being effectively molested. "Bahhhhh!"

Abraxas picked him up, snuggling him like a plushie. "Easy now. Relax, we'll have a cuddle, and then talk about our new little… bargain with benefits…"

"You're an asshole…" Pollard huffed, before exhaustion started to hit him. "A comfy one at that…"

"Honestly, considering his… hostility to me these days, I still can't believe he was the one to pass that." Abraxas just droned on and on, pretty much giving his poor host his life story. "I owe my company to Rift being Guardian, and then I fucked his husband right in front of him."

The room they sat in was large and comfortable, an entire cabin dedicated to just dining. Kobolds had already delivered their meals and promptly skittered off. The gold drake casually popped a cube of meat on his maw, while the other male chugged another glass of ale.

"I think you really need to look at how you handle these situations. You talk about how Sithris rejected you, but then go on to brag about how you plowed the guy in front of his mate." He doubted he'd get through the big guy, but it was all he could do to keep himself from a self-inflicted concussion. "And then all the other guys you go on to sleep with have similar features. You're obsessed in a way that will kill any opportunity to find something. You don't want Sith as an equal, you want him as an object. A trophy that shows 'I made the Great Tinkerer mine!'"

Abraxas held back a growl, the truth of that not being lost on him. He looked under the table, seeing the small vial he'd brought with him. I'll make you see things my way.

"I suppose you're right. I want the best for him, but it does pain me to see him happy with others." He thought back to the pink kobold, how she seemed to hold some resentment towards her boss. "Did you think about my offer when we roused from our nap?"

"At least that's a different topic. Yes, I have given it some thought." Pollard's cheeks flushed a little. "As disgusting as your philosophies are, I can't deny that I am intrigued by your physical… asset. I will agree to this once, and then we can decide later if this can be a regular occurrence."

"Of course, I wouldn't want to force you to continue experimenting unless you enjoyed yourself." Abraxas smirked. This means I could execute my plan. I just need to play this out a bit longer. "But before we begin, would you care to try the bubble bath solution I brought you? I personally don't mind seeing my seed stain your muzzle, but I imagine it irritates the scales when dry."

The purple drake's blush darkened, putting a paw to his muzzle to feel a dry texture coating his scales. He squeaked, realizing that several kobolds had now seen his cum-soaked face. Jumping up, he darted out the door, heading towards the spas.

"Ms. Kobblor?" Having waited a moment, the bigger male coughed, popping into the guardhouse. "I have a proposition for you."

"Master Abraxas?" The tiny lizard trembled at his size. Be it from fear, admiration, or arousal. "Master Pollard told me I have to be wary of you, as you're promiscuous."

"Aw, how sweet. He does love me." Abraxas feigned excitement. He held up a vial of metallic red. "If you can slip this into your Master's drink before we get some privacy, the spa is yours."

"Wh-gweh?!" Kobblor sputtered, taking a moment for it to sink in. "A spa all to myself? Is this poison?"

"Fret not, small one, I wish not for your dragon to die, quite the contrary." An evil grin crossed his maw. "He'll just see a new type of happiness."

"I gwehss? Maybe? I'll think about it." The lizard had a feeling there was more than what she was told, but the idea of being free from guard duty had her conflicted. "Master Pollard is probably waiting for you."

"Think about it, that's all I ask." Following the signs, he popped open the door for the VIP spa. A large bubble-filled pool steamed in the middle, with a small dragon cozily flopped in it.

"Ah, there you are, 'Brax. Just letting the hot water relax my, um, sore throat." Pollard scrubbed his face again, hind legs starting to squirm. "Um, feel free to join in. Want a drink?"

"Just a beer for me." The gold drake slowly sank into the water, groaning in satisfaction as the spa soaked into his scales. He watched a kobold take his and his friend's order before skittering off. "So, why a spa? Afraid I'm gonna run you out of business if you went retail?"

"Nah, I was inspired by a little routine of mine." Pollard smiled. "Whispa and I have, what you say, a rivalry. One of us will invade the other's territory every few weeks and battle it out. Winner gets to dominate the other with some rough sex, and take some gold, land, or kobolds. We always get pretty banged up, so I would come here to aid with my aches. I thought at some point that if it's good for me, maybe I should use it to grow my hoard."

"Wait, really?" Abraxas blinked. He didn't expect that. "It all started with sex? At this time of day, at this time of hour, located entirely within your land?"

"Yes!"

"I admit, that's not quite what I thought." He looked over at another kobold walking up to them. He took his frothy mug, as his companion took the other drink. Red, metallic flakes sparkled within the cup. Good girl…

"A nice fruit punch goes well with spas. Whelp, how about a toast!" The purple male smiled at him. "To new business partners, new friends, and the benefits they come with!"

Abraxas clanged his glass with Pollard's and they both chugged. With a large belch, he sat his glass down, chatting with his friend about various things. His loins began tingling, telling him it was time.

He stood up. Walking over to his friend, he could see the confusion. He lifted his front paws to the edge of the spa. Just as the small male went to ask what was going on, Abraxas dove his tongue into his mouth.

"Mmr?" The smaller male couldn't believe how full the intruding organ was. His maw was at its limits, along with a sizable bulge in his throat. The domineering tongue was almost overwhelming, the move almost acting as a trigger springing his member to full mast.

His eyes gazed longingly into his friend's. He wasn't quite used to such an intimate kiss, mind wanting it to last forever. And it would've, had his lungs not run out. A gentle struggle, and he was released, gasping as his hind legs spread.

"P-please…" He quietly whispered, trembling as he felt near ready to pop already, certainly had the kiss gone on longer. He couldn't make sense of this desire to submit.

"Gladly." Abraxas rumbled approvingly, pulling the little male out of the water, and stepping over further. His slab of meat dropped pre onto the tiny sphincter, smirking at it making Pollard shiver in anticipation. "Breathe…"

"Hng- Oh goodness!" The purple drake's maw hung open as that pillar of flesh slowly eased in. "Very big, but it feels comfortable."

"Indeed." The body above purred. "I almost swear it was designed for anal. Not to scare you though, that's nothing so far."

"It's still impress-" He felt a shove, and a section popped past his outer ring. "OH FIND ME IN THE ALPS!"

Abraxas grit his teeth at the sheer tightness. Sithris had a Rift to keep him somewhat more broken in. Even the Dragon of Legend, what was a regular to his favorite pickup spots. "I'm trying. Ancestors, Whispa did not get you ready for this."

Pollard only just took the tip, and he worried it would go right through him. The thought actually forced a small drop of pre out of his member. He twitched, feeling a larger dose of seed pour into his rear.

With some gentle rocking, the fluids made its way around, coating everything to ease the breeding. Nudge after nudge, the first ripple popped in, followed by the second, and then the third. By now the purple drake had more inside him than he packed himself.

Looking down at his growing belly, a deep blush added to the extreme pressure against his prostate. He didn't even need to climax, his seed was freely dripping down his belly. His friend's bulbous knot was staring at him, daring him to take the challenge.

Abraxas was just about to ask if Pollard was ready when the smaller one's tail curled around his. The big guy's heart fluttered. Maybe I don't need to go with that plan… His eyes flashed, and he began to pull out.

The small drake whined loudly and raked his claws against the rocky ground, trying to stay in place as the shaft tried to drag him along. Only the tip stayed inside. He felt empty.

*Thrust*

"Fucccccc…" Pollard yelled as all but the knot shoved inside. The air in his lungs was knocked out, leaving him no words to react to the spire rearranging his internals. It felt heavenly.

The same feeling washed through Abraxas, who was slowly establishing a rhythm. His hips picking up speed as his friend's shaft bounced, streams of seed flinging down to where tailhole and knot bashed together.

"Zo gooooood…" Pollard managed to moan, saliva leaking down the side of his maw. His rear twitched and clenched sporadically at such a large invader, buy the nerve endings reacting pleasantly. "Phleze give me more…'

"Heh, hah, soon." The bigger male grunted as he could feel the right ring begin to relent. For a breeder, he was already feeling the urge to pop. "I… need to make sure you're gonna survive this…"

"I'll bee fiiiiine…" The small drake babbled, drunk on dick. "It's gunna be mah best frien."

Does that mean? He must mean he's happy to do this more!

With renewed vigor, red eyes squinted and yellow hips sped up. The slapping of his knot smacking the anal ring growing louder and louder. Within minutes, it became a blur.

"Grr, gonna knot you, you want that?"

"PLEASE! GET THAT THING IN ME!" Pollard screamed in desperation. Something was building that he'd never felt before.

*POP!*

Abraxas roared in victory as his shaft fully sealed into his latest conquest, seed dumping in greater quantities than he could ever remember before. He could feel the belly under him inflating enough to put a heavily gravid deaconess to shame.

Pollard's eyes were wide open, rolled back in his head. His back was added up, and he was trembling. He'd run out of seed, but the mind-wracking orgasm continued.

The little male's belly was massively full, flesh now peeking through stretched apart scales. It was firm, a testament to the massive penis and gallons of cum shoved in him. He was gonna be stuck for some time.

"Hol- that was… whoa…" Pollard's mind slowly returned, head buzzing. His face turned crimson at just how full he was. "I'm glad I'm not a 'ness. I'd probably be laying your eggs for years."

"Good for you then that I'm male-exclusive." Abraxas panted, sliding his paw under Pollard, and rolling onto his back, the stuffed hen laying on top. "Comfy?"

"Very."

"Oh good…" The gold mountain looked at the little dragon. "So… what are we?"

Pollard smiled, gasping as he managed to pop free from the giant knot. His gaped rear gushed, making its way into the spa. He gave his companion a tender kiss. "Friends."

"Just friends?" Abraxas' heart dropped. I thought I did well…

"Very…" The purple drake gave him several more kisses, a twinkle I'm his eye. "…very close friends."

"I…" Abraxas' trademark grin formed again. "I can live with that. Now, let's wash up."

Pollard nodded, lazily rolling into the spa and letting the water carry him around. Abraxas felt an ache in his heart. It wasn't official, but it's the closest he's felt. I love you…

"So let me get this straight; he asked you to spike Pollard's drink, and in return, you could have his spa."

"That is correct ma'am." I was his second in charge until I slept with a couple visitors." The pink kobold blushed, admiring the frost dragoness before her. "He moved me to security, and it wasn't for me."

"But then Abraxas and he became "totally not lovers," and he told Pollard your deal, resulting in you being sent to me. " The dragoness rubbed her gravid belly. "I have half a mind to freeze you, but I still have Moneybags frozen. So what to do with you.

After a moment of tapping her chin, Whispa grinned.

"How much do you know about cheese?"

The End