“Have to keep moving. Need to find a place to spend the night.”
This thought permeated Dawncaller’s mind as he wandered the small lush forest situated at the edge of the Sky Kingdom. The small patch of nature was certainly beautiful, but Dawncaller didn’t have time to sightsee. The sun glowed high in the sky, signaling to the hybrid dragon that it was already late afternoon. Evening would soon set in, and unless Dawncaller found a place to spend the night he’d be sleeping out in the cold.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have to worry about shelter if I had fought someone else,” thought Dawncaller sourly. “Stupid animus dragon.”
Dawncaller’s life was a simple one. Every day he’d head out into the wild, searching for a dragon to challenge for their territory. He’d fight them, defeat them, and breed them, before taking their home as his for the night. Come next morning, he’d hunt for food, then leave in search of his next lay. Dawncaller’s life was one full of fighting and sex, and he loved every second of it.
That had all changed when he had met Crimson earlier that day.
It wasn’t his fault, of course. How could he have known that the young SkyWing would turn out to be an animus? Animus dragons were exceptionally rare, on top of the fact that the SkyWings had supposedly murdered all of their animuses centuries ago. So when Dawncaller had challenged him to a duel, he had not been prepared in the slightest for the SkyWing to bind him in place with a simple spell. After mocking the hybrid for challenging him, Crimson set him free, though now without a little parting gift of sorts.
Dawncaller blushed, looking back towards his hind legs. Nestled snugly between his legs where his sheath normally sat, was a golden chastity cage. The device had no lock, leaving Dawncaller unable to remove it from his sheath. This proposed an issue for the dragon, for though the cage had several small openings to clean and pee with, he was kept frustratingly soft in his sheath. Unable to get hard within the cruel device, Dawncaller’s member could do little more than poke its tip out the small opening at the front, dribbling precum in an embarrassing display of arousal.
Dawncaller reached back with a forepaw to give the cage an experimental tug. Of course, nothing came of it, except for another humiliating spurt of pre. Crimson had told him that the cage could not be removed by any normal means, and was enchanted to only come off once he had taken a total of one thousand loads under his tail. As far as Dawncaller knew, Crimson had been right about it being impossible to remove. He could not pry it open, nor cut it with his claws. He did not know if the cage was impervious to being melted with fire, though Dawncaller was quite opposed to the idea of burning his dick off, so he had yet to try it. Apparently the only way he would truly be free of the chastity device would be to endure breedings by other males one thousand times over.
“Well, nine hundred and ninety-nine breedings, now,” Dawncaller said aloud, blushing as he was reminded of the soreness in his rump from Crimson’s other “parting gift”. Though Dawncaller was no stranger to being on the receiving end during a mating session, it had been extremely humiliating to be taken like a female while his shaft throbbed helplessly in its prison. Once the SkyWing had finished inside him, the cage had glowed brightly before returning to normal. According to Crimson, that was how the cage indicated that his breeding session had been counted towards his total. Repeat a thousand times, and the cage would come off. Supposedly. Dawncaller had nothing except the animus dragon’s word that he would actually be released after getting fucked over and over again. It could be ten thousand loads instead of one thousand. Or it could be enchanted to never come off regardless and he had only given Dawncaller an arbitrary number to give him false hope.
The thought made Dawncaller shudder, though he quickly pushed it aside. At the moment, the most pressing matter was finding shelter for the night. He supposed he could try to find another dragon to fight for its territory, though Dawncaller was apprehensive at the thought of challenging another dragon while his chastity was so lewdly on display. It made him feel smaller and more feeble, and he had no doubt that any dragon he challenged would also view him as such. No, he would have to hope to find an empty cave or such.