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In which a proud dragon is tricked by fairies, gets stuck in a cave entrance, and is tickled and fucked by the denizens of the Feywild forest.
M/M, F/M - Humiliation - Dragon - Centaur - Tickling - NonCon
Mordoverix the dragon woke from his stately slumber one agitating morning to find a fairy tickling his nose. A deep, rumbling growl shook his cavern as one immense, golden eye snapped open.
The fairy gave a startled squeak as the dragon's massive head rose up, and tumbled off the creature's snout.
"You again," the dragon spat. "Insignificant, irksome, buzzing little pest! Do you truly believe the great Mordoverix the Indomitable would tolerate such brazen disrespect? My claws have sundered castles! My flame has turned armies to ash! And yet... you DARE pester me like some common lapdog?!"
The diminutive fairy fluttered in front of his face, sticking her tongue out at him. The mighty dragon slammed a thunderous paw into the cavern floor, fangs glistening as he snarled out his ultimatum.
"The centaurs were fools to think they could protect you. But you’ve just ensured they’ll spend the next century rebuilding their villages after I’m done with them. As for YOU..."
The dragon paused to think up something truly wretched to say next.
"You will fly back to your wretched little kin and deliver a message: The next fairy who disturbs my slumber will find themselves dipped in honey and left for the giant ants. Now go, and pray I forget your face by sunset."
"You'll never catch me, you big stupid oaf!" the fairy teased, and tickled the dragon's snout one last time with a feather before turning to leave.
Another cavern-shaking sound erupted from the dragon's throat. Not a growl or a roar, but a slow, seething laugh.
"Perhaps you'd prefer the ants after all?" the dragon rasped, his voice dropping into a venomous whisper.
In a blur of scales and fury, the dragon's tail whipped around. It wasn't aimed at the fairy, but at the cavern's entrance. It collapsed in a thunderous crash of stone, dust billowing out as the primary way out sealed shut.
The fairy had no choice but to fly deeper into the dragon's lair, so she did, taking off like a shooting star. The cavern shook as the dragon lunged forward with terrifying speed, in pursuit of the diminutive fey. She zipped between stalactites like a glittering arrow, and every stomp of the dragon's clawed feet shook pebbles down from the ceiling.
"Fly, little speck!" the dragon called out. "Let's see how clever you feel when I pluck your puny wings like rose petals!"
They reached the far end of the cavern, where a sliver in the ceiling was just enough for the fairy to slip through. In a strangled cry of rage and frustration, the dragon charged full-speed into the crack, shattering the hardened earth.
Tearing through the newly formed hole, the dragon's wings unfurled like storm clouds in the enchanted forest air.
"Must this chase continue," he seethed, "or shall we discuss how you're going to rebuild my abode, one pebble at a time if need be?"
"It looks better this way, you clumsy lizard!" the fairy squeaked, then tore off through the forest.
Roaring in frustration, loud enough to awaken all the other denizens of the woods, the dragon gave pursuit. He crashed through trees, splashed through ponds, crushed mushroom circles, toppled shrines, all in his desperate attempt to catch the fluttering fairy.
The fairy dove into another nearby cave, the interior of which was glimmering with purple gemstones. The dragon burrowed into the cave without a second thought, and promptly got stuck.
His tail smacked frustratedly against the earth as Mordoverix attempted to forcibly wedge his enormous bulk into the tiny fairy cave, only for his shoulders to jam painfully against the unyielding stone. He thrashed violently, but the rock held firm, and smoke began to billow from his nostrils in furious gusts.
"RRRRRAUGH! You miserable gnat!" he roared. "This isn't over! I'll dig my way out, and when I do-"
"Aww, is the big scary dragon stuck?" the fairy teased. "Maybe you should’ve thought twice before trying to squish little ol’ me!"
The dragon's eyes narrowed as a dangerous silence fell over the cave.
"Do you know what happens, little pest," Mordoverix whispered savagely, "when a dragon really wants out of a cave?"
"Oh no, stop, please, you wouldn't," the fairy teased in mock concern, covering her tiny mouth with her tiny hands.
"Oh, I absolutely would," the dragon growled, and his mouth began to glow. The fairy simply stood with her hands on her hips as the ferocious dragon charged up his breath weapon, then unleashed a torrential jet of dragonfire into the cave.
The cave trembled as the dragon gave everything he had, his vision consumed by smoke and his own dragonfire. After the smoke cleared, the dragon noticed that his flames were sputtering out and dying against the cave walls. No scorch marks, no melting stone. Just an eerie glow as the gems of the wall seemed to glow the color of his fire, as if they'd... absorbed it.
Mordoverix's pupils shrank to pinpricks as the fairy’s giggle echoed around him, now multiplied into a chorus. Dozens of glowing eyes blinked open in the darkness.
"Oh no," the dragon said, his voice uncharacteristically small.
The fairies swarmed in a glittering cloud, hundreds of tiny hands armed with feathers, dandelion fluff, spider silk, and who knows what else.
The first round of tickle-toys grazed his sensitive underbelly scales. A twitch. Then a full-body shudder. The mighty Mordoverix, bane of kingdoms, clenched every muscle, but it was too late. A snort escaped him. Then a wheeze.
"N-not the ribs! Not the - HAHAHAHA - CURSES UPON YOUR LINEAGE!"
His tail thrashed, his wings flapped helplessly, but the cave held him fast. Tears of mirth and humiliation streamed down his snout as the fairies escalated their assault, two now brazenly riding his nostrils like carnival steeds.
"Stop! I - hah! I'll grant you whatever you wish! Gold! A throne! Uncursed gold! Beachfront real estate!"
The fairy woman, the one he'd chased, landed on his forehead with a grin.
"We want... an apology," she demanded. "And one shiny thing from your hoard... per fairy."
The dragon grew still. Then, in a voice like a condemned prisoner he asked, "...How many of you are there?"
Hundreds of tiny hands raised, and Mordoverix's eyes rolled back in despair.
"I hate everything," he whined.
Just then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the dragon heard commotion from outside the cave.
"Uh-oh," the fairy woman giggled. "It looks like the centaurs have arrived."
The centaurs, having been tipped off in advance of the fairy's prank, were now gathering to stare gleefully at the dragon's feet and rear end sticking out of the cave, looking quite vulnerable.
They could hear the dragon's muffled roars of protest as they expertly lassoed his tail and anchored it to a boulder the size of a cottage. His hind legs kicked uselessly, sending up clouds of dust, but the enchanted cave held his front half trapped like a cork in a bottle.
"Unhand me, you overgrown ponies!" the dragon shouted, his voice half-drowned by the cave walls but no less furious. "I will end your bloodline! I will turn your forests into charred toothpicks!"
The lead centaur, a grizzled elder with a braided beard, leaned casually against the rock, unimpressed.
"Mmm. Bold words for a dragon who can’t even wiggle free." He nodded to the fairies, who were now perched in a delighted row along Mordoverix’s tail like birds on a fence. "You lot got his terms yet?"
"One shiny thing from his hoard each, and he has to say sorry!"
"Like Hell I will- HAHAHA! - NOT THE TOES!"
The fairies resumed their tickle siege with renewed vigor, now with centaur backup. Some of the fairies that were free of the cave even began to braid flowers into the spikes of his tail, now that it was chained to the boulder.
The centaurs brandished wicked weapons - long sword-like roc feathers, coated in tickledust.
The dragon’s roars of fury quickly devolved into desperate, wheezing laughter as the centaurs - grinning with wicked delight - wielded their enormous feathers like seasoned torturers. One particularly brawny stallion dragged the tip of a peacock plume along the dragon’s sensitive foot pads, while another took great pleasure in teasing the cleft of his scaly rear, flicking at the tight ring of his anus and the vulnerable swell of his draconic sack.
N-NO! YOU FILTHY, HAHAHA - UNHAND ME, YOU DEGENERATE BEASTS! I’LL - Ohhhh~ no, NOT THERE!"
His massive body convulsed, tail straining against its bonds, wings flapping uselessly as the centaurs’ laughter mingled with his own humiliated shrieks.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh?" one of the centaurs chuckled.
"I’LL KILL YOU ALL! I’LL—HAHAHAHA—PLEASE! ENOUGH! MERCY!" the dragon screamed, his voice cracking pathetically as a feather swirled around his most sensitive flesh, reducing the once-proud wyrm to a shuddering, drooling wreck.
The fairies, meanwhile, watch in both horror and fascination. One whispered, "I didn’t even know dragons had those!"
Another nodded sagely. "And now we know they’re very ticklish."
"Your cave entrance wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would it, O Mighty Mordoverix?" one of the centaurs asked, a malicious grin spreading over his face.
The dragon’s entire body seized as the centaur's thick feather pressed against his clenched ring, his massive haunches trembling in protest. His claws scraped helplessly against the stone, sending sparks flying as he thrashed, but the centaurs held firm, their laughter dark and merciless.
"N-no! DON'T YOU DARE! Hngh!!!"
His roar dissolved into a high-pitched squeal as the feather’s tip breached him, sliding in with obscene ease. His tail jerked against its bonds, his wings flapped wildly, but there was no escape - only the slow, torturous drag of the feather in and out, each stroke sending jolts of humiliating pleasure through his massive frame.
"Stop! Please, STOP! I'LL BURN YOU ALL TO CINDERS!" the dragon shrieked, but his threats were undercut by his own breathless giggles, his face flushed scarlet as the centaur worked him deeper, twisting the feather just so, making his legs kick like a spooked colt’s.
A second centaur cantered forward to join the first, and leaned in, grinning. "Look at him, squirming like a worm on a hook! Who knew a dragon’s backdoor was his weak spot?"
He added a second feather alongside the first, gliding into the dragon's anus.
"NNNGGH - HAHAHAHA! NO MORE! PLEASE!" the dragon squealed. His voice cracked into a shameless whine, his belly scales quivering as the feathers scissored inside him, stroking places no creature should ever touch without permission. His cock, half-hard from the overstimulation, twitched pathetically against his belly - only fueling the centaurs’ cruelty further.
"I think he's enjoying this," the centaur leader laughed, as the dragon's hips began to buck involuntarily in a counter-rhythm to his scream-laughs. "Maybe we should keep him like this - a pet wyrm, trained to heel?"
"I'LL KILL YOU A-HA-HAAALL," the dragon replied, his roars devolving into sobbing giggles, his pride incinerated as thoroughly as any village he’d ever razed. The fairies, meanwhile, had started taking bets on how long until he actually starts begging properly.
Soon more centaurs joined in, and the dragon's entire body convulsed yet again as they started teasing feathers along the length of his throbbing shaft, their touch as light as spider silk yet maddeningly relentless. His cock twitched violently, betraying him as the soft barbs of the feathers danced over the sensitive ridges beneath his scales. His hips jerked helplessly, torn between bucking into the touch and pulling away - but the enchanted cave and the centaurs' ropes held him utterly trapped.
"STAHAHAP YOU FILTHY SWINE!" he screamed. His claws gouged deep furrows in the dirt as the feathers swirled around the swollen head of his cock, tracing the slit and making his entire body seize with overstimulation.
One of the centaurs tormenting his massive cock, a burly stallion with a wild grin on his face, gestured to the dragon's swollen member.
"Look at him - fighting it like a virgin on her first mating night!" he teased, then flicked the feather faster so he could watch the dragon's cock pulse in response. "You want to spill, don't you, wiggle-wyrm?"
"I HATE THIS! I HATE YO-HOHOHOHOU! STOP! PLEASE!!!!" the dragon's voice cracked as he cried desperately, his balls beginning to tighten as his body betrayed him despite his fury. Precum began to bead at the tip, glistening under the cruel ministrations of the feathers.
The centaurs only laughed, redoubling their efforts - twisting the feathers, stroking faster, until the dragon's roars turn into a shuddering, broken wail.
"I'LL - HAHA! - I'LL GRANT ANYTHING! ANYTHING! JUST LET ME GO!"
His pride and dignity were in cinders. And worst of all - his body was winning, his cock pulsing as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, no matter how much he raged against it.
"Oh, we'll let you go..." the centaur leader smirked. "...after."
With one final, merciless flick of the feather - right over the dragon's most sensitive spots, both inside and out - Mordoverix's body erupted. His orgasm hit like a collapsing mountain, his roar of fury melting into a shuddering, humiliated scream as ropes of thick seed splattered against the cave floor. The centaurs cheered, the fairies gasped, and the dragon - panting, trembling, utterly defeated - slumped in his bonds, his once-mighty will reduced to feeble, smoldering embers.
The dragon was exhausted, he was humiliated, he didn't see how this could possibly get any worse. Then, he found out.
Mordoverix let out a strangled roar, part fury, part horrified disbelief as he felt a centaur's thick stallionhood pressing against the ring of his butthole.
"You- hnng! - you DARE!?" the dragon snarled. "I'LL FLAY THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES! I'LL CHAR YOU TOooooOooOOOOhhhh...."
The dragon's voice melted into a shuddering moan as the centaur bottomed out, his thick equine length buried deep into the dragon's forbidden depths. For Mordoverix, the indignity was unbearable - but worse yet was the way his body radiated with treacherous waves of wonderful pleasure blending into a bizarre cocktail with his rage.
The centaur laughed, giving the great dragon's butt cheeks a slap as he rode him with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"All those years of terror, of burned villages, of stolen treasure, and now? You're just a gibbering hole for us to use!"
As if on cue, the fairies swarmed the dragon again, completely covering his vulnerable feet. Their delicate wings brushed against the hypersensitive underscales, sending maddening tingles up his spine. Every twitch of their touch made his toes curl, his muscles clenching around the centaur buried inside him - which only earned him a rougher thrust.
The moment the first centaur finished in the dragon's ass and pulled out, a second slammed in, stuffing the dragon full before he could even catch his breath.
"Wh- NO! N-NO MORE! PLEA - HAHAHA! PLEASE! Nnngh~ I CAN'T!"
Overwhelmed between the relentless fucking and the ticklish torment, Mordoverix's threats crumbled into broken pleas, his wings twitching, his tail trapped against the boulder's weight. Each stallion took his turn, filling the dragon deeper, until the echoes of their combined grunts and the dragon's hiccupping laughter filled the cavern.
One by one, the centaurs finish inside him, painting his insides with their seed, claiming his ass as their victory. The dragon's own cock, untouched but achingly hard, drooled neglected against the stone beneath him, a quivering testament to his ruination.
Eventually the dragon relented, and with a final, broken whimper, he gasped out, "I SURRENDER! I'LL FREE YOUR PEOPLE! I'LL LEAVE! I'LL PAY ANY RANSOM! JUST STOP TOUCHING ME THERE!!!"
When they finally finished, leaving him dripping and trembling, the lead centaur smirked down at the humiliated wyrm.
"Remember this the next time you think about burning our fields," he declared, then gave the moaning dragon's rump a final slap.
The fairies scattered as the centaurs galloped off, leaving Mordoverix - once a tyrant, now a used, tickle-tortured mess - curled in the remnants of his own dignity.
True to his word, the dragon left the kingdom, never to be seen again. He had no choice: for word quickly spread, and it wasn't long before every tavern for hundreds of miles around was filled with the song and legend of The Tale of the Tickle-Tamed Tyrant: brought low not by blade or spell... but by feathers, laughter, and his own traitorous body.
M/M, F/M - Humiliation - Dragon - Centaur - Tickling - NonCon
Mordoverix the dragon woke from his stately slumber one agitating morning to find a fairy tickling his nose. A deep, rumbling growl shook his cavern as one immense, golden eye snapped open.
The fairy gave a startled squeak as the dragon's massive head rose up, and tumbled off the creature's snout.
"You again," the dragon spat. "Insignificant, irksome, buzzing little pest! Do you truly believe the great Mordoverix the Indomitable would tolerate such brazen disrespect? My claws have sundered castles! My flame has turned armies to ash! And yet... you DARE pester me like some common lapdog?!"
The diminutive fairy fluttered in front of his face, sticking her tongue out at him. The mighty dragon slammed a thunderous paw into the cavern floor, fangs glistening as he snarled out his ultimatum.
"The centaurs were fools to think they could protect you. But you’ve just ensured they’ll spend the next century rebuilding their villages after I’m done with them. As for YOU..."
The dragon paused to think up something truly wretched to say next.
"You will fly back to your wretched little kin and deliver a message: The next fairy who disturbs my slumber will find themselves dipped in honey and left for the giant ants. Now go, and pray I forget your face by sunset."
"You'll never catch me, you big stupid oaf!" the fairy teased, and tickled the dragon's snout one last time with a feather before turning to leave.
Another cavern-shaking sound erupted from the dragon's throat. Not a growl or a roar, but a slow, seething laugh.
"Perhaps you'd prefer the ants after all?" the dragon rasped, his voice dropping into a venomous whisper.
In a blur of scales and fury, the dragon's tail whipped around. It wasn't aimed at the fairy, but at the cavern's entrance. It collapsed in a thunderous crash of stone, dust billowing out as the primary way out sealed shut.
The fairy had no choice but to fly deeper into the dragon's lair, so she did, taking off like a shooting star. The cavern shook as the dragon lunged forward with terrifying speed, in pursuit of the diminutive fey. She zipped between stalactites like a glittering arrow, and every stomp of the dragon's clawed feet shook pebbles down from the ceiling.
"Fly, little speck!" the dragon called out. "Let's see how clever you feel when I pluck your puny wings like rose petals!"
They reached the far end of the cavern, where a sliver in the ceiling was just enough for the fairy to slip through. In a strangled cry of rage and frustration, the dragon charged full-speed into the crack, shattering the hardened earth.
Tearing through the newly formed hole, the dragon's wings unfurled like storm clouds in the enchanted forest air.
"Must this chase continue," he seethed, "or shall we discuss how you're going to rebuild my abode, one pebble at a time if need be?"
"It looks better this way, you clumsy lizard!" the fairy squeaked, then tore off through the forest.
Roaring in frustration, loud enough to awaken all the other denizens of the woods, the dragon gave pursuit. He crashed through trees, splashed through ponds, crushed mushroom circles, toppled shrines, all in his desperate attempt to catch the fluttering fairy.
The fairy dove into another nearby cave, the interior of which was glimmering with purple gemstones. The dragon burrowed into the cave without a second thought, and promptly got stuck.
His tail smacked frustratedly against the earth as Mordoverix attempted to forcibly wedge his enormous bulk into the tiny fairy cave, only for his shoulders to jam painfully against the unyielding stone. He thrashed violently, but the rock held firm, and smoke began to billow from his nostrils in furious gusts.
"RRRRRAUGH! You miserable gnat!" he roared. "This isn't over! I'll dig my way out, and when I do-"
"Aww, is the big scary dragon stuck?" the fairy teased. "Maybe you should’ve thought twice before trying to squish little ol’ me!"
The dragon's eyes narrowed as a dangerous silence fell over the cave.
"Do you know what happens, little pest," Mordoverix whispered savagely, "when a dragon really wants out of a cave?"
"Oh no, stop, please, you wouldn't," the fairy teased in mock concern, covering her tiny mouth with her tiny hands.
"Oh, I absolutely would," the dragon growled, and his mouth began to glow. The fairy simply stood with her hands on her hips as the ferocious dragon charged up his breath weapon, then unleashed a torrential jet of dragonfire into the cave.
The cave trembled as the dragon gave everything he had, his vision consumed by smoke and his own dragonfire. After the smoke cleared, the dragon noticed that his flames were sputtering out and dying against the cave walls. No scorch marks, no melting stone. Just an eerie glow as the gems of the wall seemed to glow the color of his fire, as if they'd... absorbed it.
Mordoverix's pupils shrank to pinpricks as the fairy’s giggle echoed around him, now multiplied into a chorus. Dozens of glowing eyes blinked open in the darkness.
"Oh no," the dragon said, his voice uncharacteristically small.
The fairies swarmed in a glittering cloud, hundreds of tiny hands armed with feathers, dandelion fluff, spider silk, and who knows what else.
The first round of tickle-toys grazed his sensitive underbelly scales. A twitch. Then a full-body shudder. The mighty Mordoverix, bane of kingdoms, clenched every muscle, but it was too late. A snort escaped him. Then a wheeze.
"N-not the ribs! Not the - HAHAHAHA - CURSES UPON YOUR LINEAGE!"
His tail thrashed, his wings flapped helplessly, but the cave held him fast. Tears of mirth and humiliation streamed down his snout as the fairies escalated their assault, two now brazenly riding his nostrils like carnival steeds.
"Stop! I - hah! I'll grant you whatever you wish! Gold! A throne! Uncursed gold! Beachfront real estate!"
The fairy woman, the one he'd chased, landed on his forehead with a grin.
"We want... an apology," she demanded. "And one shiny thing from your hoard... per fairy."
The dragon grew still. Then, in a voice like a condemned prisoner he asked, "...How many of you are there?"
Hundreds of tiny hands raised, and Mordoverix's eyes rolled back in despair.
"I hate everything," he whined.
Just then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the dragon heard commotion from outside the cave.
"Uh-oh," the fairy woman giggled. "It looks like the centaurs have arrived."
The centaurs, having been tipped off in advance of the fairy's prank, were now gathering to stare gleefully at the dragon's feet and rear end sticking out of the cave, looking quite vulnerable.
They could hear the dragon's muffled roars of protest as they expertly lassoed his tail and anchored it to a boulder the size of a cottage. His hind legs kicked uselessly, sending up clouds of dust, but the enchanted cave held his front half trapped like a cork in a bottle.
"Unhand me, you overgrown ponies!" the dragon shouted, his voice half-drowned by the cave walls but no less furious. "I will end your bloodline! I will turn your forests into charred toothpicks!"
The lead centaur, a grizzled elder with a braided beard, leaned casually against the rock, unimpressed.
"Mmm. Bold words for a dragon who can’t even wiggle free." He nodded to the fairies, who were now perched in a delighted row along Mordoverix’s tail like birds on a fence. "You lot got his terms yet?"
"One shiny thing from his hoard each, and he has to say sorry!"
"Like Hell I will- HAHAHA! - NOT THE TOES!"
The fairies resumed their tickle siege with renewed vigor, now with centaur backup. Some of the fairies that were free of the cave even began to braid flowers into the spikes of his tail, now that it was chained to the boulder.
The centaurs brandished wicked weapons - long sword-like roc feathers, coated in tickledust.
The dragon’s roars of fury quickly devolved into desperate, wheezing laughter as the centaurs - grinning with wicked delight - wielded their enormous feathers like seasoned torturers. One particularly brawny stallion dragged the tip of a peacock plume along the dragon’s sensitive foot pads, while another took great pleasure in teasing the cleft of his scaly rear, flicking at the tight ring of his anus and the vulnerable swell of his draconic sack.
N-NO! YOU FILTHY, HAHAHA - UNHAND ME, YOU DEGENERATE BEASTS! I’LL - Ohhhh~ no, NOT THERE!"
His massive body convulsed, tail straining against its bonds, wings flapping uselessly as the centaurs’ laughter mingled with his own humiliated shrieks.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh?" one of the centaurs chuckled.
"I’LL KILL YOU ALL! I’LL—HAHAHAHA—PLEASE! ENOUGH! MERCY!" the dragon screamed, his voice cracking pathetically as a feather swirled around his most sensitive flesh, reducing the once-proud wyrm to a shuddering, drooling wreck.
The fairies, meanwhile, watch in both horror and fascination. One whispered, "I didn’t even know dragons had those!"
Another nodded sagely. "And now we know they’re very ticklish."
"Your cave entrance wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would it, O Mighty Mordoverix?" one of the centaurs asked, a malicious grin spreading over his face.
The dragon’s entire body seized as the centaur's thick feather pressed against his clenched ring, his massive haunches trembling in protest. His claws scraped helplessly against the stone, sending sparks flying as he thrashed, but the centaurs held firm, their laughter dark and merciless.
"N-no! DON'T YOU DARE! Hngh!!!"
His roar dissolved into a high-pitched squeal as the feather’s tip breached him, sliding in with obscene ease. His tail jerked against its bonds, his wings flapped wildly, but there was no escape - only the slow, torturous drag of the feather in and out, each stroke sending jolts of humiliating pleasure through his massive frame.
"Stop! Please, STOP! I'LL BURN YOU ALL TO CINDERS!" the dragon shrieked, but his threats were undercut by his own breathless giggles, his face flushed scarlet as the centaur worked him deeper, twisting the feather just so, making his legs kick like a spooked colt’s.
A second centaur cantered forward to join the first, and leaned in, grinning. "Look at him, squirming like a worm on a hook! Who knew a dragon’s backdoor was his weak spot?"
He added a second feather alongside the first, gliding into the dragon's anus.
"NNNGGH - HAHAHAHA! NO MORE! PLEASE!" the dragon squealed. His voice cracked into a shameless whine, his belly scales quivering as the feathers scissored inside him, stroking places no creature should ever touch without permission. His cock, half-hard from the overstimulation, twitched pathetically against his belly - only fueling the centaurs’ cruelty further.
"I think he's enjoying this," the centaur leader laughed, as the dragon's hips began to buck involuntarily in a counter-rhythm to his scream-laughs. "Maybe we should keep him like this - a pet wyrm, trained to heel?"
"I'LL KILL YOU A-HA-HAAALL," the dragon replied, his roars devolving into sobbing giggles, his pride incinerated as thoroughly as any village he’d ever razed. The fairies, meanwhile, had started taking bets on how long until he actually starts begging properly.
Soon more centaurs joined in, and the dragon's entire body convulsed yet again as they started teasing feathers along the length of his throbbing shaft, their touch as light as spider silk yet maddeningly relentless. His cock twitched violently, betraying him as the soft barbs of the feathers danced over the sensitive ridges beneath his scales. His hips jerked helplessly, torn between bucking into the touch and pulling away - but the enchanted cave and the centaurs' ropes held him utterly trapped.
"STAHAHAP YOU FILTHY SWINE!" he screamed. His claws gouged deep furrows in the dirt as the feathers swirled around the swollen head of his cock, tracing the slit and making his entire body seize with overstimulation.
One of the centaurs tormenting his massive cock, a burly stallion with a wild grin on his face, gestured to the dragon's swollen member.
"Look at him - fighting it like a virgin on her first mating night!" he teased, then flicked the feather faster so he could watch the dragon's cock pulse in response. "You want to spill, don't you, wiggle-wyrm?"
"I HATE THIS! I HATE YO-HOHOHOHOU! STOP! PLEASE!!!!" the dragon's voice cracked as he cried desperately, his balls beginning to tighten as his body betrayed him despite his fury. Precum began to bead at the tip, glistening under the cruel ministrations of the feathers.
The centaurs only laughed, redoubling their efforts - twisting the feathers, stroking faster, until the dragon's roars turn into a shuddering, broken wail.
"I'LL - HAHA! - I'LL GRANT ANYTHING! ANYTHING! JUST LET ME GO!"
His pride and dignity were in cinders. And worst of all - his body was winning, his cock pulsing as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, no matter how much he raged against it.
"Oh, we'll let you go..." the centaur leader smirked. "...after."
With one final, merciless flick of the feather - right over the dragon's most sensitive spots, both inside and out - Mordoverix's body erupted. His orgasm hit like a collapsing mountain, his roar of fury melting into a shuddering, humiliated scream as ropes of thick seed splattered against the cave floor. The centaurs cheered, the fairies gasped, and the dragon - panting, trembling, utterly defeated - slumped in his bonds, his once-mighty will reduced to feeble, smoldering embers.
The dragon was exhausted, he was humiliated, he didn't see how this could possibly get any worse. Then, he found out.
Mordoverix let out a strangled roar, part fury, part horrified disbelief as he felt a centaur's thick stallionhood pressing against the ring of his butthole.
"You- hnng! - you DARE!?" the dragon snarled. "I'LL FLAY THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES! I'LL CHAR YOU TOooooOooOOOOhhhh...."
The dragon's voice melted into a shuddering moan as the centaur bottomed out, his thick equine length buried deep into the dragon's forbidden depths. For Mordoverix, the indignity was unbearable - but worse yet was the way his body radiated with treacherous waves of wonderful pleasure blending into a bizarre cocktail with his rage.
The centaur laughed, giving the great dragon's butt cheeks a slap as he rode him with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"All those years of terror, of burned villages, of stolen treasure, and now? You're just a gibbering hole for us to use!"
As if on cue, the fairies swarmed the dragon again, completely covering his vulnerable feet. Their delicate wings brushed against the hypersensitive underscales, sending maddening tingles up his spine. Every twitch of their touch made his toes curl, his muscles clenching around the centaur buried inside him - which only earned him a rougher thrust.
The moment the first centaur finished in the dragon's ass and pulled out, a second slammed in, stuffing the dragon full before he could even catch his breath.
"Wh- NO! N-NO MORE! PLEA - HAHAHA! PLEASE! Nnngh~ I CAN'T!"
Overwhelmed between the relentless fucking and the ticklish torment, Mordoverix's threats crumbled into broken pleas, his wings twitching, his tail trapped against the boulder's weight. Each stallion took his turn, filling the dragon deeper, until the echoes of their combined grunts and the dragon's hiccupping laughter filled the cavern.
One by one, the centaurs finish inside him, painting his insides with their seed, claiming his ass as their victory. The dragon's own cock, untouched but achingly hard, drooled neglected against the stone beneath him, a quivering testament to his ruination.
Eventually the dragon relented, and with a final, broken whimper, he gasped out, "I SURRENDER! I'LL FREE YOUR PEOPLE! I'LL LEAVE! I'LL PAY ANY RANSOM! JUST STOP TOUCHING ME THERE!!!"
When they finally finished, leaving him dripping and trembling, the lead centaur smirked down at the humiliated wyrm.
"Remember this the next time you think about burning our fields," he declared, then gave the moaning dragon's rump a final slap.
The fairies scattered as the centaurs galloped off, leaving Mordoverix - once a tyrant, now a used, tickle-tortured mess - curled in the remnants of his own dignity.
True to his word, the dragon left the kingdom, never to be seen again. He had no choice: for word quickly spread, and it wasn't long before every tavern for hundreds of miles around was filled with the song and legend of The Tale of the Tickle-Tamed Tyrant: brought low not by blade or spell... but by feathers, laughter, and his own traitorous body.
