Page 2 of Stripped to the Scales

I was about to remind him that he didn’t like breasts when Melon pressed a button and the door slid open. Music thrummed around the crowds and vibrated along the floor under the tables. Dragons whooped and hollered. The whole place smelled like a den of sex and liquor and that’s what I was looking for.

The dancer on stage was doing that move that must’ve been the first one that everyone learned at erotic dance school. It was mostly humping the floor as if an invisible partner lay writhing under him. The dancer had a nice firm ass that I might’ve slapped in the bedroom if I was the one under him. My dragon purred and I gave him a good hard mental shake as we made our way to the bar. It’d been too long since we last gave in to that calling, but it was best for us to keep it that way.

Later, at home, on the ship, I’d jack off thinking about the muscular curve of his back and his naked ass gyrating over the stage, but for now a drink would be enough. The dancer turned his face toward the crowd. His eyes settled on me. No, they couldn’t have. He’d just conquered that skill some entertainers had where they made the whole crowd feel as if they were the only one in the crowd getting their very intimate attention.

The dancer pushed himself upright and the crowd cheered. He had a body worth cheering for too. Tall, broad, and muscular. Fit and healthy. I sniffed the air out of habit, but he was too far away to smell. Melon shoved me forward a bit as my eyes raked down his almost nude body. He had dark hair and shiny blue eyes. The star on his chest was as black as the cod scale over his groin that kept his dick and balls tucked away safely for now.

“Bring him to me!” The dancer bellowed and pointed into the crowd.

“Looks like you caught Axlin’s attention,” Melon laughed as two big dragons with white star-shaped scales on their chests came from either side of the building. “It’s just part of the show, love! Have fun and when Ax is done with you, I’ll buy you that drink and give you a cigarette. I’ve seen him perform. You’ll need it.”

“Huh?” I blinked, questioning all my life choices that brought me here.

I wouldn’t have been caught dead at a strip club back on Earthside and now it seemed Axlin the stripper with the black cod scale wanted me to be part of his act. He didn’t know my scale was as black as his so it couldn’t be for aesthetics. It was probably because I was new – a novelty.

Melon’s laugh echoed around the room and I growled out of instinct more than anything else as the bare-chested goons with the white stars approached me.

“It’s all in good fun,” one of them laughed. “I think you’ll be getting to know Axlin quite well in the next few days anyway.”

“What?!” I asked, as one slid an arm under either of mine.

I glanced at Melon. Was she a set up? A trap set to lead me here? The club roared with laughter and hoots. Someone let out a wolf whistle and I glanced around the room looking for a familiar face. I’d met quite a few Starscale dragons since landing the Medwin 2 here. None I saw now or at least none I recognized half-naked and aroused.

“Let’s see what happens,”my dragon said.“It’s not like they could kill us and get away with it.”

Could they, though? It’s not like Clarance and Medwin could send the army to us where we were. The journey took us fifteen months more or less. By then all of us ‘Moonys’ could be dead. I reached out to the others in the crew, my fellow Moonscaledragons, letting them know to pay attention. There probably wasn’t a need to panic yet, but they should definitely pay attention to me and what was going on. I didn’t like the thought of them knowing I was at Sprinkles, but I liked the thought of being torn apart by a strange flight of dragons even less.

The white scales carried me onto the stage. Off the side I saw more dragons, men and women and those who might’ve been something in between.

“Non-binary,”my dragon said the term my tongue wouldn’t conjure up.

All the stagehands had white stars. As the two brutes carrying me sat me down on a dark wood chair, I realized they probably painted them all to match for the club’s atmosphere. I hadn’t met a single dragon with a real white star on the chest before this. So, I had no reason to think otherwise.

Axlin grinned down at me, and a chill ran up my spine. I sniffed again and still couldn’t smell the fucker. He must’ve been wearing pheromone blocker spray along with his black shiny cod scale. The goons passed him rope and I started to stand up.

He put one massive hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Come on. Be a good sport. Give the people a show and then we’ll talk.”

I opened my mouth to ask about what, but he captured my lips in a long, slow kiss that made the crowd go wild. I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as his tongue slid into my mouth. A second later, I kissed him back. What the hell? I’d come to the purple district for a break from my crew and a good time. I still hadn’t gotten my drink. Maybe I’d make this over-grown stripper bring it to me personally. So, against my better judgement, I let Axlin tie me to the chair. He wound the cord around my chest and torso, careful to avoid the star scale under my shirt. He kissed up and down my neck as his long, nimble fingers tied the knot in the back. I didn’t test the rope. I didn’twant to know if it couldn’t be broken. If I had to I’d break the chair instead.

“You smell feisty,” Axlin whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky, as he rounded me.

“I can’t smell you at all. Whatever you use that survives the sweat and the bright light works wonders,” I said, trying to sound as feisty as he thought I smelled.

“You’ll get that soon enough,” he winked at me.

The flirting was over the top here. Maybe it was the way of life in the purple district. I didn’t have long to think about the cultural lives of this still strange-to-me dragon flight. Axlin circled round me and dropped to his knees in front of me. I wasn’t short for a dragon omega. I was on the taller side if all the ship’s healer’s charts were to be believed. Still, Axlin was giant even on his knees. He sank low, stretching his legs out behind him with his hands and forearms on my legs. I burnt hot at the touch of this stranger. Almost too hot. He humped the air and I stared into his eyes. They shone with something more now. Something primal that made me want to sink into them. My dragon purred and the mechanical sound echoed around Sprinkles. I let out a long breath. His hands weren’t on my dick, but I was hard and slick, nonetheless.

I swallowed hard as he pulled his knees back under him and moved his head. A scorching blush spread over my face and neck as he simulated the motions of sucking a cock. I bucked my hips, playing along. My hardon brushed against his face and the crowd went wild. He nuzzled my hard dick through my pants. My heart pounded in my ears and I swallowed hard, rubbing against him, taking all the nuzzling at me through my pants as consent.

I glanced down the hard muscular plane of his torso. I couldn’t tell if he was hard behind the cod scale. Even back home on Earthside, most of them were enchanted to hide such facts.A moan bubbled out of me as he pressed a hard, firm kiss on my shaft through my pants. His body quivered as his lips stayed there a second or two longer than I expected.

He stood up and waved over one of the white stars and whispered something I couldn’t make out in his ear. Then, turning to me, he grinned and picked up the chair with me in it. He was strong. Maybe even stronger than he looked. His muscles flexed as he carried me and the dark wood chair off the stage.

The crowd cheered louder as we disappeared backstage. Melon might owe me more than a drink and a cigarette after all this. Axlin didn’t set me back when the curtain fell on the stage. Another dancer, this one tall with blond hair and a green star on his chest sauntered in the center spot where Axlin carried me away from.

“Where are we going?” I asked Axlin who only answered with a grunt.

He carried me up a flight of skinny back stairs and down a long hallway with a bright purple carpet. I almost asked him again, annoyed that he wasn’t giving me a straight answer. Actually, the grunt wasn’t really an answer at all. He sat me and the chair down outside of a door that had his name on a gold plaque. Once it was opened, he carried me inside. The room was clean and just as scentless as his body proved to be. What the hell did these Starscale dragons do to hide their scents? He sat me down in the middle of the room and while he shut the door I glanced around. There was a huge wall of mirrors with a vanity table in front of it. Clothes lay across every available surface and none of them would’ve covered much of the giant dragon who carried me inside.

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