"I got some errands to run first before home Jason. If you feel like you need to breath or something is wrong, slap at my stomach, i'm sure ill feel ya down there." Vulcan began his walk , his pace slightly dragging you back and forth across his slick leathery belly, Each step causing a puff of intoxicating musk to blow up from under you. You weren't exactly sure what kind of relation you wanted with this dragon, but your future was starting to look up suddenly. Your observation about Vulcans tank top being too short was correct as it didn't quite cover his stomach completely, leaving your top half exposed to the world, and the world exposed to you. You watched a spectrum of colored dragons go about their lives. A white dragon jogging past with no shirt on, An orange dragon walking out of a store with his arms carrying groceries, a cyan dragon with his arm around a smaller green female. Your world had been the pet shop and occasionally Torins home, but now you hoped to see it in full if Vulcan allowed it.
With the dragons you watched you also saw a spectrum of dragon owner types. A black dragon walked by having a casual conversation with a human girl on his shoulder. Another Yellow dragon wore a necklace that had a cushioned cage with a man inside. In one instance you watched a large Silver dragon smirk as he slid his hand with a human in it into his slacks, cupped himself, and withdrew the hand with no human in it then, all while he talked with another dragon who didn't bat an eye at the action. The worst thing you saw though was probably on a restaurant sign, advertising live human cuisine, and a good bit of dragons were loitering around the restaurant. You shuddered, and you think Vulcan felt you tense up at the sight as he began to walk a little faster to get past the restaurant quicker. That one sight made you forget most of what you had just seen over the past few minutes and it brought one cold truth to mind, your kind was prey, slaves, and pets to this all around superior species, and the only way out was death. You shook your head, no, you were gonna make the best of this, Vulcan was making out to be an indifferent owner who will let you do as you wish for the most part, and that was all you needed for now.
Vulcan slowed, jolting you out of thinking as he had...
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