Warning: this story contains scenes of nonconsensual penectomy (the removal of the penis), castration (the removal of the testicles), Violence, Somnophilia (sexually playing with someone as theyre unconscious/asleep) and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

Your Contact Name: Dan
Target’s Name: Zenith 
Target’s Age: 21
Target’s Species: Eastern Dragon
Reason For Contract: Through school I was picked on, and I thought being a ‘nerd’ in college would have been fine, and until recently it was. But this guy is always picking on me, and today even embarrassed me in front of a girl I like. Could you fix him?

The bell rang out loud and clear from the top of the main building at Northdale College. Its deep sound cut through the air across the entire campus, marking the start of another hour. 
Throughout the campus, students hurried off to wherever they needed to be, whether it be spare time, or class after the lunch period. 
Dan was a mouse, 19 years old, and a freshman at the college. He was studying for a major in computer science, and like a lot of those studying computer science, he was what most jocks would certainly call a ‘Nerd’. 
His white fur, and pink eyes tended to make him stand out anyway, but with his glasses, and lean looking appearance, wearing a t-shirt with a ‘science joke’ on ‘Never trust an atom… They make up everything.”, this pretty much made him stick out like a sore thumb.
Dan had often been picked on in school, but so far at least – his college experience had been pretty much bully free.
As he heard the bell ringing across the campus, he decided with this bit of free time – it was time to go to a place he’d never been before… The gym.
He had figured, heading over there to see what gyms were like, could be a way to meet some new people and maybe even get a little bit fitter. He’d noticed his tummy being more noticeable since he’d started college a few months ago and been eating possibly a little too much pizza.
The building the gym was in looked a little bit ominous to him. Not through architectural features, but simply because it held something of the unknown, and he knew that the people who usually frequented these ‘gym’ places often tended to be the sports ‘fanatics’ as he liked to think of them… usually the ones who liked picking on the nerds. 
Still, he walked in determined to see how things played out. 
He padded into the guys changing rooms, finding a locker which was available and then setting his bag down on the bench. He pulled out a pair of bright red shorts he’d brought. Technically they were swimming shorts, but they were the only sporty type shorts he actually owned – so had decided they would do the job.
He looked around the changing room, checking no one could see him. He’d picked a quiet spot right at the back, hidden from view by a few banks of lockers, and having checked the coast was clear, he undid his jeans and slipped them down – now stood, in public in just his white briefs.
With urgency, he grabbed the red shorts, leaving his jeans where they had fallen to optimise the reduction of time that he had to stand there in simply his undies, and pulled them up, tying up the drawstrings into a neat bow at the front.
Now safe from anyone seeing his undies, he grabbed his jeans and stuffed them into a locker along with his bag – and locked it up. Time to see what these ‘gym’ places were about.
He walked out into a cool large room set out into different areas. 
There were the exercise bike section, running, skiing and stepping machine section, the weights section, and some weird section he hadn’t got a clue about, with mats on the ground – and weird rope things dangling from the ceiling that reminded him of gallows. 
Dan decided – the safest place to go first, was something he knew how to do… the running machines. Or at least as he liked to think – the walking machines. He wouldn’t be doing any running in public places… not just yet anyway. 
He walked up to the machine and noticed a weird Velcro strap attached to a string that was tied to a small metal disk thing stuck to the front of the machine. He checked it out and found it was some kind of magnet device, which he correctly assumed was some kind of safety cut off. He strapped it to his wrist and set the machine going at a quick walking pace.
Things were going good! He thought to himself as he stopped the machine after about 20 minutes, and took the strap from his wrist. The gym was reasonably quiet, there weren’t any fanatics or big buff guys using the weights… so he decided to head over to the weights section, curious to see if he could work out exactly how much he could lift.
He sat down on one of the machines where there was a bar to pull down on, and getting himself comfortable, he raised his arms and pulled down on the bar. He was surprised at how easy it was! The bar pulled down with little to no effort at all! 
Dan felt pretty proud of himself, until he decided to add some more weight, and found that the pin which attached weights to the mechanism actually hadn’t been attached to any weights at all… 
So, with a sigh, he fixed the pin into the fourth weight down, got himself settled in again, and pulled down on the bar. 
Just as the weights slowly started to rise, he heard some loud laughing and jeering coming from a group of guys coming out from the changing rooms. He didn’t pay any attention for the moment though as he was just wanting to see if he could get this bar down to at least his chest level. 
Unseen by him, the group of athletic looking guys walked out of the changing rooms and spotted the mouse on the weights.
The guy at the front was a 21-year-old eastern dragon called Zenith, sporting mostly blue and light grey fur, with highlights of gold running down the top of his tail, running to the large fluffy tip. He also had golden coloured claws at the tips of his fingers, and golden looking horns sweeping back between his ears. He was dressed in yellow swim shorts, similar in style to the ones the mouse was wearing. 
Zenith grinned and gestured to follow him to the two others – a german shepherd who was wearing long silky looking boxing shorts with a large broad waistband, and a cheetah wearing lime green shorts. 
Dan had just about got the bar down to under his chin level, as he heard a voice behind him.
“Hey nerd! What are you trying to do there?” Zenith asked with a chuckle
“AH!” Dan said, jumping, almost loosing grip on the metal bar he was struggling with “Er… J-just trying the weights?” 
Zenith and the others set themselves up on the machines either side of him, setting the weights to much heavier levels than the mouse and getting themselves sat down to demonstrate what real athletes could do. 
The dragon then quipped “Look dude, I think you’re better trying something else first. Guys like you with arms like wet spaghetti just aren’t cut out for this stuff.” 
The cheetah and g-shep laughed out loudly, repeating the ‘wet spaghetti’ analogy – thinking it particularly clever with the mouse having white arms which looked not entirely dissimilar…
Dan blushed and felt his heart sink… The jibe had stung pretty badly. He slowly raised his arms to let the bar rise back, and slid off the seat without saying a word, padding back off to the changing rooms hearing the laughs and chuckles still coming from behind him. 
It felt as if his good run at not being picked on had come to an end in some kind of predictable inevitability – and gyms were definitely not for him. 

It was 4pm, and as Dan made his way out from one of the computer science labs, he made his way down the main corridor, holding a large chunky looking book called Core Java, Volume 1: Fundamentals. He’d pretty much put the embarrassment of the gym to the back of his mind as he padded down the busy corridor. 
Zenith was making his way in the opposite direction, with Dan having not clocked the dragon and his friends just yet. As the dragon drew closer through the crowds of students, he spotted the book in his hands…
“Oh jeez, that looks like a hell of a read. Don’t get too close to einstein here, or you might fall asleep!” Zenith joked, laughing as he brushed shoulders with the mouse on his way past.
Dan blinked and felt his shoulder brush past the dragon, his eyes darting up at the cheetah and g-shep as they passed, laughing out loudly – only for various other students in the immediate vicinity turning to look at him, and bursting out laughing along with them… 
Dan’s eyes darted back to the ground as he tried to get himself through the crowded hallway and off out of the building… Today had not been good... He started to think he would have to do something about this, as if it isn’t sorted soon – it’s just going to get worse. 

That evening back at the frat house that Zenith stayed in – he was looking himself over, naked in the full length mirror in the bathroom. 
His athletic physique was entirely on show from his short-furred washboard stomach and perfect looking pecs – but at the same time, he wasn’t a body builder. In fact, far from it. He was a lean, well-built dragon perfectly suited to what his primary sport was – swimming. 
Zenith was the college’s star athlete in their swimming team. He’d always been a natural swimmer, and rather than his tail being some source of drag, he learned to use it to give himself some extra propulsion – and short of a dolphin joining the college, there wasn’t anyone else that could match his speed. 
He wasn’t especially humble though. He was well aware of his abilities, and was especially cocky and arrogant about it. Though, putting his arrogance to one side, typically he was fairly friendly to most and could be quite caring and considerate to some… Though this wasn’t the experience for those like Dan who tended to fall on entirely the other side of things. 
He started tending to his fur and skin, using various oils and lotions. He always took good care of his body, rubbing the oils into his fur to give it an extra shine and nourishing it to ensure it never looked dry or frizzy – but at the same time looking soft and well kept.
As he rubbed the oils into his legs and stomach, he paid special attention to his sheath and balls, making sure to really rub it in well, feeling his sheath squashing between his fingers, and his length starting to firm up inside as he did. 
With his sheath fully done, he started to work the oils and lotions into his fluffy ball sack, pulling it taught to ensure even coverage, even as his dick started growing from his sheath. 
Now his balls were done, his 8-inch dragonhood was fully emerged from its fluffy sheath, its pointed tip, and flared spiked ridges running down the shaft pointing up towards his muzzle. He took yet another bottle of lotion, this one being a little smaller than the others – as this one was specifically formulated for the especially delicate, sensitive skin of dragon dicks. He’d always believed that if he was going to keep his skin and fur in tip top condition, why would you not give that extra attention to your most precious body part – your dick? 
He warmed up the lotion in the palms of his hands before moving them down to grasp and rub at his length, moaning as he felt them glide up and along his dick’s length, squeezing and teasing at every single inch, ensuring even coverage of the translucent lotion. It almost looked like cum, but smelled of lavender and citrus, feeling almost warm as it was worked into the sensitive flesh of his dick.  The scent was designed to fade fairly quickly – just evaporating off into the air during application so as to not irritate the inside of the sheath when the length retreated into its safe place. 
Zenith moaned more as he felt the lotion soaking in, leaving his dick feeling as smooth and supple as silk, loving the feel of his soft skin gliding over his hands once it had fully soaked in.
His dick twitched in his hands as he leaned against the bathroom wall, picking up his phone and flicking up a few pictures he’d saved to look at tonight… He started to jerk off a little more now, his muzzle opening slightly as he began to breathe heavier. His length starting to leak pre, coating his hand as it slipped over the tip, only to then be drawn back – letting his hand glide effortlessly and friction free as it moved back and forth over his already silky soft skin. 
He squeezed at his eager length harder now, feeling the head and ridges flaring a little more, a knot starting to form at its base just beyond the sheath… He set the phone on a shelf so he could see the screen without holding it, moving his other hand down to squeeze at that developing knot, being careful not to make any loud moans, even as his body desperately wanted to express his pleasure being created by that most precious part of him. 
Zenith could feel his orgasm building, his length throbbing and twitching more in his grasp, while focusing on the screen – looking at every detail, imaging the story that lead to the image on screen – imaging that maybe he himself was about to top the character – thrust into them, and then… he let out a louder moan as he felt his dick begin to pulse, hitting his climax, shooting his seed forcefully at the tiled wall, it splatting, and starting to run slowly down it as he added yet more to the impact zone… 
He panted heavily, just pausing to allow the afterglow to run its course, looking at the tiled wall and his seed dripping down… 
The dragon now picked up a towel, briefly wrapping it around his slowly softening length, cleaning that before then wiping down the wall to get it cleaned back up. 
Dumping the towel in the laundry hamper, he grabbed a fresh one, wrapped it round his waist, and padded out of the bathroom. It was time for bed, since each morning he’d always head to the college’s swimming pool to get plenty of lengths in before classes started in the business major he was studying for. 

The next day, back in the hallways between the usual class time slots, Dan had spotted a girl who he’d seen a few times before, chatting to a couple of her other friends. She was another mouse, and like him – she had white fur, pink eyes and looked especially pretty. He was stood, just off to the side, his cheeks blushed and holding his books close to his chest, a slightly goofy grin on his face as he watched her chatting away, occasionally moving her hair back into place as she did. 
To say he had a crush on her was a bit of an understatement. He’d fallen for her the first time he’d ever seen her in one of his classes and as far as he could work out, she was doing the same computer science major as him but was a year ahead of him. 
It was then however, that the worst possible person could turn up at the worst possible time. 
Zenith came padding down the hallway, spotting the white mouse nerd stood with a dorky expression on his face. He followed the mouse’s gaze across the hallway to the girls chatting away – and noting the other white mouse girl in the group. He grinned to himself as he walked right up to Dan, who hadn’t even clocked the taller dragon was right next to him. 
“Hey nerd! If I was you? I’d stick to your books.” He snickered “I doubt that little tent you’re sporting down there would impress her…” he said starting to talk a little louder
Dan squeaked in surprise as he was snapped straight back to the present, realising the dragon was addressing him… Then as he started to talk louder – his eyes went wide, knowing that the girl he was just looking at could hear at any moment … “no  --  shh! Not so loud!” he half whispered 
“Oh!!” Zenith loudly shouted out “You don’t want people to see that tent your pitching!?” he loudly bellowed out – suddenly drawing the attention of every student in the area. He laughed and walked off into the group of students who had all suddenly stopped and turned to look directly at Dan.
The mouse had turned a shade of beetroot red, stood there with his jeans displaying to everyone what was going on. He quickly moved his books down to his crotch to hide his shame, and when looking up – he saw the girl he’d been watching, along with her friends had seen, and were giggling at him … 
Only one of the students in the crowd seemed sympathetic to the mouse. A teal, grey and yellow furred folf shooting a disapproving look directly at the dragon as he made his own way to his next class.
He was mortified…. He turned and dashed through the laughing crowds – heading to the bathroom and shutting himself in a stall, his cheeks starting to dampen up with tears…
As he sat on the toilet, trying to process everything, his upset started to turn to anger. 
How could the dragon do this to him?! Why would he even do it?! How does it even benefit him??
And here is a lesson for those jocks who often underestimate nerds. Nerds may look unassuming, dorky and meek, but nerds often have secrets, and sometimes contacts who you’d much rather not cross paths with… And Dan knew of someone he’d heard rumours about that may very well be able to help teach that dragon a lesson he could never forget… for the rest of his life. 

The following morning, Zenith turned up at the pool building at 7am, nice and early so he can get plenty of practice in, then showered off before class starts.
He padded into the changing rooms and pulled off his college hoodie, putting it down on the bench, and then slipping down his sweatpants, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them. He looked over at his reflection in a nearby mirror, and grinned, admiring himself stood in his blue boxerbriefs and the pearls tied to his tail and ankle – and decided he had a little time to put on a little bit of a show for himself…
He moved his hand down to the bulge in his boxer briefs, groping himself and emphasising the bulge to the front, squeezing at his sheath inside and then running a finger gently over the hidden tip, his bits still snuggly tucked up against him. 
Next, he moved his hand down to cup under those neatly packaged balls, feeling his orbs being gently encouraged to move inside, his sheath being nudged up a little as they did. He then, still looking at himself in the mirror, slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxerbriefs and edged them down... The waistband of the underwear catching on the top of his sheath, before springing down, slipping over his fluffy sack and his junk bouncing free, the pink tip of his length now peeking from its warm cosy home. 
Zenith grinned more, feeling his length growing… He knew he couldn’t jerk off right now or he would end up with less energy, as well as less time to practice, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease himself a little!
He grasped at the tip as it grew, teasing it with his thumb and finger, his length rapidly growing now as he did. His full dragonhood was at full length in just a matter of seconds as he started to rub his hand gently up and down it – catching his scent as he did. He moaned loudly, knowing that there was no one in the changing rooms at this time, and felt pre starting to leak from his tip… 
It was now though he knew he had to stop… If he left this any longer – he was going to have to cum, or he’d be too horny the entire day… So, a little begrudgingly, he let his length drop free of his hand, still twitching as he grabbed his yellow swim shorts from his bag. 
The dragon pulled the swim shorts up, the waistband catching on his still hard dick, and having to push it to the side a little to get his shorts up to his waist. He looked down and grinned, looking at his big yellow tent and thinking back to the mouse he’d caught yesterday – he imagined that the guy probably had a much smaller dick, based just on tent size… Disregarding the fact that Jeans are significantly more tight than baggy swim shorts with a mesh lining.
He tucked his sweatpants and hoodie into a locker and locked it away before padding out into the main pool. 
As he walked down the length of the pool to get to one of the ends – he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to spot a raccoon wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants, carrying a small bag over his shoulder walking towards him with a smirk on his face. 
The raccoon spoke first “Practicing early?” 
Zenith nodded, still not really sure why anyone else would be here at this time, and the raccoon looked a little older than him – so he couldn’t be a student. “Yeah. What are you here for?” he asked
Twomasks kept walking, closing on the dragon “I was told about a dragon who was pretty good at swimming – and maybe I should come meet up with him.” 
Zenith couldn’t help but let a smirk slip as he was complimented “Yeah, I guess I’m pretty good – So are you here to see me swim?” he said, starting to wonder if maybe the raccoon was some kind of talent scout 
Twomasks walked right up to the dragon and grinned “Nah I’m here for something else.” He said 
The dragon blinked and looked a little puzzled – if the raccoon wasn’t here to see him swim, then what - … Was all he could get to before the raccoon, without warning grabbed his head with the strength of someone far stronger than he appeared and slammed it with incredible force into the tiled wall of the pool building. 
Zenith let out a dull whimper as it happened – more as a reaction to the impact than any conscious thought. One of his beloved horns had impacted the tile wall first, cracking the tile only for itself to break halfway up, the piece of horn falling and skipping across the floor as the dragon fell to the ground stunned, groaning while laid on his back. 
Twomasks glared down at him “I’m here to make you a little more streamlined! Look at those swim shorts of yours..” He said crouching down and reaching out to grasp at the dragon’s crotch, his dick still poking from his sheath inside from the earlier teasing he’d been doing to himself “This right here is a source of drag when you’re in the water. Maybe we should do something about this hm?” he said before grabbing the groaning dragon by the remaining horn and pulling him over to the pool’s edge. 
Zenith let out a yelp, still trying to process what had happened. He’d got a nasty headache, and was still seeing stars from the impact with the wall… He felt himself being lifted up by one of his horns, and tried to scramble with his feet to find a footing – but as he managed to get a foothold on the ground, he was shoved down onto his stomach overlooking the water, his own pained expression staring back at him, rippling with the gentle movement of the undisturbed water.
He managed to finally string some words together “W-what the fuck?!” 
Twomasks snickered and shoved the already stunned dragon’s head under the water, holding it there firmly.
Zenith went wide eyed underwater as he realised what was happening!! He held his breath and above water, felt the raccoon holding him down, leaning over his back as he tried to scramble with his hands weakly. 
Twomasks smirked as he watched the dragon struggling, and while still keeping his weight on the dragon’s back, he reached between the dragon’s legs and under, groping at the dragon’s vulnerable bits even as the dragon struggled to save himself from the water. 
Zenith’s mouth opened slightly and he couldn’t help but suddenly release a mouthful of bubbles as he felt his junk being squeezed and groped above the water - being entirely unable to do anything to stop it!! Being drowned was bad enough but being drowned while knowing his junk was nothing but a toy for the person drowning him was something else!! 
The problem was he could already feel himself getting weaker, and though he was good at holding his breath underwater, having already released half a lungful of air in reaction to being groped, he could already feel the hot coal starting to burn in his chest as the carbon dioxide levels continued to rise in them. 
Twomasks continued to explore, feeling the dragon’s sheath swelling more as his dick started to grow from it further – betraying the dragon it belonged to.
Zenith felt his dick hardening up above the water on the edge of the pool to all its stimulation. He had wished he hadn’t teased himself so much now, with him being in already a hornier mode, his hormonal body had instantly reacted against his will – giving his attacker his dick on a silver platter, rather than resisting as he’d hoped! 
As that hot burning in his chest got worse, he couldn’t help but release more air from his lungs… starting to feel weaker, feeling as if the world was starting to spin… Of all the places he was going to die, he thought, here – in the pool he was master of – was the cruellest of places.  
Twomasks watched as more bubbles escaped from round the dragon’s head, watching the young dragon jock struggling helplessly as his body runs out of air. All the time knowing that timing was going to be everything... He felt the dragon’s dick twitching, half exposed from its sheath as his body spasmed slightly …
Zenith started feeling things fading, he closed his eyes as the last of the air escaped from his muzzle and things went black… 
Twomasks, seeing the last of the bubbles rise from the dragon immediately pulled the dragon’s head up – the very moment Zenith’s body breathed in from unconscious desperation. He laid the dragon on his back and grinned, checking the dragon was still breathing. 
Zenith’s chest rose and fell, his body doing what it had to to stay alive after being almost drowned… It was testament to Zenith’s ability to hold his breath that he’d not taken in a huge lungful of water before passing out. 
Ensuring the dragon was stable, he now ran his hand down the soft velvet fur of the dragon boy’s stomach, leading down to that half-tented pair of swimming shorts. 
The dragon was now his to explore before he took what he’d come for. 
Twomasks wrapped his hand around the semi hard length of the unconscious dragon and gave it a squeeze, feeling it twitch back in response. The dragon’s body was reacting exactly as the raccoon liked it to – from reflex rather than conscious thought.
He moved down and nuzzled at the dragon’s swim shorts bulge, feeling the warmth emanating through them, and catching a little of the dragon’s musk as he did. He’d not expected any scent – as he’d presumed that the dragon would have showered before heading out this morning, but this was definitely a bonus. Not only was he going to get to take the Dragon’s precious dick and balls, but he was going to get to keep them with his beloved musk as well!
Twomasks slipped his fingers into the swim shorts waistband and slipped them slowly down – gradually exposing the dragons semi hard member, it bouncing free as the tip slipped past the yellow elasticated band. 
Looking up and down the vulnerable dragon boy, he smirked. As athletic and strong as he was – when he was unconscious there was nothing he could do about the raccoon that was here to have some fun with his most precious bits. 
Twomasks ran his hand along his stomach to the dragon’s sheath, teasing it, and watching the dick twitch and start growing quicker as the sensitive protective flesh was squeezed and rubbed. 
He moved his head down to nose and nuzzle at the vulnerable length as it grew, breathing in the dragon boy’s sweet scent as he did – occasionally flicking his tongue out to taste at the salty sweet meat that was his prize for the day.
Opening his muzzle, he engulfed the dragon’s semi, starting to suck and swirl his tongue around the head – the dragonhood twitching instantly to the attention, growing rapidly to full length while Twomasks sucked and slurped at it just for fun… 
As the knot swelled out at its base, he could already feel the dragon boy’s body starting to tense up… Apparently this dragon was pent up – and his body ready to spill its seed at just a few minor bits of teasing. 
He edged the dragon boy now, slipping up off his dick and using his hand to slide up and down the needy length, feeling him tensing up now and then. Pre drooled from its tip as he ever so gently teased his hand back and forth a little over the head, ensuring to not grip to hard – and not be so light that the dragon’s length would retreat from the edge.
Zenith was unconsciously panting now, his body having managed to catch its breath back – but now entirely at the mercy of the raccoon’s hand, holding it on the edge of a climax it so desperately wanted … 
Twomasks released the throbbing dick, it desperately twitching and bouncing with the lack of stimulation – but he moved down once more, licking gently over the underside of the head. 
As his tongue met the needy, leaky dragon dick, it twitched once more, bouncing up against the raccoon’s nose with every single lick.  
Once again it was being held right there at the edge – not enough to push it over, but giving it everything it needed to try to get there… 
Twomasks smirked, knowing he had the full possession of the once so proud and athletic dragon boy’s body, right down to the power to make him cum on demand, and not a moment sooner… 
He debated with himself … should he cut this dragon’s dick off without letting him cum, leaving his hormone laced body to deal with the fact he was horny as hell but have nothing between his legs to do anything about it … Or … claim the dragon’s last orgasm for himself – knowing Zenith would never get the benefit of feeling it, and claiming the last seed he would ever shoot. 
Having been told about how the dragon was so proud of his body, he decided the dragon would probably find it worse to know, even if he never would, that his body had given its last seed to the very raccoon who took his precious bits from him… 
With it decided he once more grasped at the leaking dragon dick, the pre oozing from its tip none-stop now, allowing his hand to slowly but surely slide down and back up to its tip… feeling his body tensed up – Zenith’s body’s muscles held firm, desperately wanting to shoot …
Twomasks moved his muzzle back onto the dragon’s dick – engulfing the head as his hand started to jerk up and down quicker, pressing the button to trigger the dragon cum at his command. 
Zenith let out a quiet unconscious gasp as his body started to shake just a little with so much effort being put into the climax that had been so long in the making … his dick started to pulse as it began shooting his dragon cream into the raccoon’s waiting muzzle. 
Twomasks swallowed it down hungrily, and with every gulp, knowing that this was the last seed the dragon would ever shoot… His bloodline would end with these last few drops, as with the waning of his climax would mean the separation of his precious dick and balls… 
As the last spasms of the dragon’s body forced the last drips of seed to ooze from his dick, Twomasks lapped it up, pulling off and reaching for the bag he’d brought. 
Zenith’s body was in the middle of its afterglow, though the dragon would be experiencing none of it, still in his unconscious slumber. 
Twomasks pulled out his double bander and heat knife, switching the knife on to heat up while he loaded up the bander. 
Moving swiftly, as the dragon’s dick had already begun to soften up a little, he tugged the dragon’s entire package through the open bands; his balls, his dick and also the velvety sheath that had played home to the dragon’s dick his whole life. Then – he snapped the bands from the end, the little rubber rings biting deep into the flesh – restricting any more movement of the dragons’ precious dick and halting its retreat. 
The raccoon grinned as he took hold of the dragon’s banded package, squeezing at the balls hidden inside their bunched-up pouch. 
Zenith’s body squirmed just a little almost in protest at the pain of its orbs being squeezed at – but still, the dragon remained unconscious and oblivious to what was about to happen.
Twomasks brought the heat knife’s blade down to between those small rubber rings… and pausing for just a moment to look back up along the dragon’s chest at the unconscious expression on his face, knowing this would be the last moment he still has these beloved bits … 
The blade was pressed down – hissing as it met the bunched-up flesh of the sheath that it got to first – slicing cleanly in, separating the dragon’s sheath from his body with little resistance. As Twomasks had often thought before – it was always exciting to discover how, even when a guy is strong, or athletic – or even one of the strongest people in the world – their precious delicate junk can be separated from their body with such little effort. 
As Twomasks held the dragon’s package in one hand, cutting into it with the other, he could feel the dragon’s dick twitch and spasm just a little, as if protesting in its own way at being severed from the body it once served so well… But no amount of protest could stop the blade as it sliced through the precious dick’s meat, cutting through its spongey tissues that once helped it stand erect, and through nerves which had fed back so many pleasure signals to the dragon boy in the past… 
The knife sliced deeper still, now cutting through the very base of the dragon’s length – and in a moment indistinguishable from the rest, Zenith’s dick was severed entirely – as the knife continued on its mission, cutting through the inside of his sheath, and down to the bunched-up cords and sack held below. 
The weight of the dragon’s package started to seem to increase as less of it was supported by Zenith’s body – and with one final cut, the dragon boy’s entire package dropped entirely into his hand. 
Twomasks lifted it up from the dragon boy’s crotch and grinned, looking over the tip of the severed dick closely, watching a small bead of pre escaping, slightly cloudy from the remnants of the dragon’s last seed. He licked at it, still warm and firm as it had been moments ago while still being part of the dragon – but now – there would be no sensation fed back to his body – no twitching, and no more pre to escape from this tip any longer. 
He smirked as he picked up the dragons’ swim shorts and raised the crotch up to his nose, still catching a little of the musk that had rubbed off on them as he had teased him earlier. He placed the severed 8-inches of dragon dick and balls inside, filling out the crotch as they had once done earlier – and groping at them once more through the material, and nosing at the bulge – still warm, but no longer responding to his attention. 
The raccoon pushed the dragon package, wrapped up neatly in the shorts they’d been brought into the pool with, into his bag and then packed up his other tools. 
Finally, he inspected the small bunched up patch of flesh where the dragon’s entire package once attached. “That should make you nice and streamlined now for your swimming races! Who knows. Maybe you’ll get another half a second off your record!” he laughed as stood back up.
He looked around the pool building and spotted an orange life ring hung on the wall. He reached down and hoisted the dragon up, and threaded the dragon’s arms through the middle of the ring, so that he was held up against the wall, displaying to anyone who would walk in before he wakes – exactly what he’d lost. 
With a final pat on top of the dragon’s head he padded off out of the building, taking his prize with him.

Dan didn’t see the dragon around college for a good week or so after the incident in the corridor with the mouse girl he’d been watching.
After finishing a class on Java, he headed out into the corridor, holding his books, and making his way through the crowd of students hurriedly trying to make their ways to the next class or off home. 
He’d decided he was going to head to the library to look up something he’d been thinking about during class, when suddenly he spotted the dragon – walking towards him.
He looked different…  something wasn’t the same – it was then he noticed; the dragon had one horn that seemed shorter than the other. While he didn’t seem to look any less mischievous in his demeaner – walking down the hallway, with his cheetah friend and g-shep in tow, his horn was definitely broken off half way up. 
As the dragon drew closer, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the onslaught of abuse or some kind of quick joke which would embarrass him amongst the other students … 
But the dragon simply glanced at him, and walked on by. Even his friends didn’t give him anything more than a quick glance before vanishing into the crowds behind him… 
The mouse breathed out with a sigh of relief, his heart still racing in his chest… It had worked … it had actually worked!
He scampered off to the library letting out a quiet excited squeak… he knew now that no matter how big and athletic that dragon was … ‘some nerdy mouse’ now had more junk in his pants than the previously cocky dragon did… and if he was ever picked on again by anyone else?! He’d know who he was going to be getting in touch with.