Bad Dragon Story Corner (Official Character Bios)

[Phelvia]

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Sooooo...I'm going to be slowly moving my thread from the BD forums over to Dragonmoor. I don't know if the forums are going to stay up forever since it's so sparsely used now.

Anyways, I made a compilation of sorts when BD started ripping the species and stories from their models and made a thread for them back in 2016. After the site update and all the stories were replaced with the new shorter and (tbh) more half baked smut....I started adding all the character bios to the thread for those who loved the stories still had them somewhere more accessible and condensed than the Wayback Machine.

Some users were sold on a toy because of the stories, some liked that aspect for fantasies, some don't care but liked them anyways. Whatever the reasoning I hope that this thread makes a lot of people happy like reading the stories did for me.

What this thread contains​

• A list of all past, original stories from BadDragon
• Some fun facts or trivia I found or dug up as I was making this list
• A bunch of pictures that match the character and his/her bio
• Some rambling courtesy of me

 

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Bruce the Shark​

It was a dark and stormy night – wasn’t that how all the stories that end in disaster started? You aren’t sure, but there’s supposed to be land up ahead somewhere, and all you can think about is how long you’ve been stuck in this awful wooden lifeboat.

See the world, they said! Lie cradled in the arms of the sea, they said! Arr me hearty, travel the seven seas and walk the plank me barnacled scurvy dog, they said! So much for your glorious pirate debut… marooned off of the side of the ship in a leaky dinghy.

A glitter of light between lightning flashes makes you blink and scrape the stinging jetspray out of your eyes – is that a lantern? You scramble for the oars, and there’s a sudden jarring crunch as the front of your boat disintegrates, smashed to pieces on the huge rocks you had no idea were there. You’re thrown from your boat and your head slaps against the side of a rock. Something huge grabs you soundlessly, dragging you through the water, and whatever it is heaves you onto the shore. It releases you, and you wonder why someone would be wearing sandpaper gloves on a night like tonight. Near-drowning must do strange things to your mind…

The figure who saved you reaches over to uncover his lantern from where it’s hidden, and the light pools out to show you’ve been dragged through the wreckage of dozens of other ships… this guy is a wrecker, you realize, and you must have said it out loud, because he turns to look at you and grins, rows upon rows upon rows of who even needs that many teeth?! interrupt any semblance of coherent thought you may have had.

“I prefer to think of it as ‘marine salvage.’ Come along, then. I’m sure ye’ve had your fill of water.” He extends a hand to you, hefting his arm under your shoulder and helping you wobble across the storm-lit beach through the door of his primitive house. As rough as his skin may be, the pale white hide under his skin is silken soft… a surprising contrast to such a muscled body and gruff voice. “There, now. Get outta those wet clothes, and sit in front of the fire.” He strips off his soaked shirt and shorts, and you can’t help but blush as he turns to toss you a blanket, his twin shafts standing erect in the warm glow of the fire. He looks at you, puzzled, and follows your gaze south. “Ah… heh… don’t mind me self, there… a mind of it’s own after the adrenaline of a good wreck and a swim…” He grins sheepishly, and tries to change the subject. “Me Mammy called me Nemo when I was but a pup, but nowadays, the other wreckers call me Bruce. Something about me fin piercings… and didn’t I tell ye to get out of those clothes? Ye’ll catch your death of cold!” he says sternly. “Or do I have to help? I won’t lie, yer certainly a fine piece of booty …”

Rex the German Shepherd

German Shepherds are known for working hard and playing hard and Rex is no exception - he's a dominating presence in the dungeon! His Alpha personality earns the respect from those he dominates and he knows how to get them to do what he wants with a variety of treats and tricks. Even though Rex is tough and stern on the outside, he loves pleasing and will do anything to see his subs reach blissful climax. Whether it’s for those chewy bear-shaped candies or what he is sporting between his legs, Rex has no trouble rewarding them for their good behavior!

Rex's long, shapely, and delicately textured shaft offers more than enough length to play around with before leading to his bulbous knot. This wide and challenging knot offers plenty of room for a perfect tie. He's ready to hold you in place and make you cry out for "Master!"

 

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Fenrir the Wolf-Dragon​

Mighty flashes of lightning split the sky, briefly illuminating the blur of shadow that quickly disappears. Under the cover of night, it was not the first time we have seen this creature, this playful soul who seemed to delight in the predicament we were in. “Zephyr Fenrir, okay... I get it... we are lost... will you quit playing around and help us out?” Zephyr's playful antics had the small groups tensions high - and it was going to rain, soon.

Long ago we had much success in traveling to meet these elusive Nimbus Hounds, but getting back not so much. Evening had sent this storm rolling in and sending us for cover, losing our direction in a place where compasses never work. Silently, a curious wolf dragon had been following us, sticking to the shadows, only to swiftly swoop low to snatch a piece of food just as we were about to eat it, laughing and smirking as he flew away quite victorious.

CRACK went the lightning as the black blur swooped once more around and landed among our group, illuminated by the dimly lit fire and making no effort to hide any part of his body. “Oh, alright fine” he said as he munched on his stolen morsel. “Might help you out of this forest, but I have two conditions. I get to come with you. Now this place is fun, but I want to see more of the world. Good, and... I get to model for you”. Smirking, he bragged, “the world should get to see this finely sculpted body.” Of course we didn't take long to consider. “Okay, you can come along, please help us get out of here!” Now that we had a proper guide we made our way quickly through the forest.

SugarStar the Pony​

Playful spice and everything nice - that’s what Sugar Star is made of!

There’s nothing like a tasty treat to take the edge off of a rough day, and Sugar Star is always willing to dish out a new sugary delight down at the Sweet Spot!
If a hot summer day calls for some cream pie, Sugar Star is your go-to gal. No meringue is too much, no cookie too chaotic, and she’s more than happy to place a cherry on top for the ultimate finish.

Like any fine delicacy, Sugar Star’s treat entices you with a charming appearance that begs for further investigation. First looks can be deceiving - what appears to be a subtle, smooth texture on the outside swiftly changes to a plethora of new sensations as you dive in! This luscious morsel is simply loaded with intricacies that stimulate your senses, bringing a whole new meaning to the idea of a honey cake. It’s a smooth ride to the very end, and Sugar Star always makes sure to send her customers home with a tasty confection once the sugar dust has settled.

Oh… you wanted to know about her bakery!

 

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Nocturne the Enderfang ​

What we know is that Nocturne the Enderfang was the very first Dragontech experiment cultured and grown in their innovative amniotic tanks. He’s acquired a fearsome reputation, but no one has been able to tell truth from wasteland lies.

We’ve been told Nocturne stalks an abandoned research facility, sustained by a diet of raw mutagen. Some say he’s spent time salvaging materials found around the laboratory and has crafted himself a mechanical gauntlet to replace a hand lost in the explosions that sealed him away from the wasteland. Others say he’s more concerned with keeping his mutagen supply safe from raiders, and fewer still say he explores the wasteland outside the bunker to gain an understanding of how the world outside works.

And then there’s one wanderer who has an entirely different story to tell. Sure, they won’t say much. But the grin on their face and fire in their eyes makes us think this engineered enigma may not be as fearsome as the stories say. Swap a few stories, earn his trust, and he might just show you a tantalizing pinup of his reclusive companion the likes of which the wasteland has never seen before.

Nocturne’s pronounced head has a few ripples underneath that will ease you into this new experience. The shaft features a bumpy top and two bulges on the bottom that gradually add thickness as you work your way down it. This toy’s uniqueness stems from the fact that the girth from one side of the shaft to the other only increases a small amount, but the girth from the top of the shaft to the bottom of the shaft thickens gradually before the bulbous knot. Plenty of space below the knot permits it to rest snugly inside you, and the nubs on the base will tickle you in the most intimate of regions.

If you venture into Nocturne’s territory, tread with caution - and return to us with the tale of your encounter!

Twitch the Gecko

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Twitch the Gecko, formerly a shady insurance investigator, finally escaped the monotony of vandalizing cars to inflate claim payouts and was able to chase a lifelong dream of becoming a Furry Road mechanic. Twitch raids the wastes with maximum force, taking what’s needed to bring a variety of mechanized monstrosities to life. Everything from trashed tanks to animatronic companions sparks to life if you pump enough juice through the wires, after all!
Unfortunately, automatons make lousy companions when it comes tothe real juices that get Twitch firing on all cylinders. It’s great to be able to pump all your pistons without any limbs tiring, but a lack of empathy and emotion in a moment of passion is more likely to make Twitch’s tail drop off than to lift up and wiggle!
Most geckos are at the mercy of their environment when it comes to body temperature, but Twitch is always running hot. This improvisational engineer knows how to pull some strings and tie some knots, but isn’t averse to bending over and taking one for the team if it gets him where he needs (or wants) to be. Right now, it looks like Twitch has a few thoughts on a good place to end up with some sweet goods… and that’s with his body wrapped around you.
You don’t have to be a machine between the sheets to get Twitch’s tail shivering! Give that rump a firm squeeze, or a delicate caress: under all that armor plating, Twitch’s scales are delicate nubs of texture dappling up that derriere to allow for the perfect grip. This toy starts with a light horizontal texture running parallel to the sleeve before opening up to a larger canal rippled with vertical waves. An array of bumps and nubs break up the pattern near the end of the sleeve, and continue with a mix of more vertical textures and smaller nubs just before the sleeve exit.
Twitch may not be able to stick to the wall with his fingers and toes, but this Gecko has a grasp that’s sure to keep you sticking around!

 

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Roland the Rattleyote

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“Part gentlemen, part wasteland bandit, part rattlesnake, part coyote - or was it the other way around? Eh, doesn’t matter - one hundred percent vital to have by your side in the wasteland: that’s me.
What, you’ve never seen such a hip frood who’s more together than a souped-up mechanical infantry suit? Then listen up, buttercup, and I’ll tell you a bit about myself.
The name’s Roland. Ever hear what happened in Vault 34? Got my kicks there back in the day ‘til the social structure collapsed and that damned gang of talking mutant bears took over. I’m not normally one to play The Man, but someone’s gotta step it up when it’s good people on the line. I helped some folks out, got me a nice suit in thanks, and a few extra mutations on the way out of that dive. I set myself up out here with a fine view of the dust and take only what needs takin’ from those who have a bit more than they can chew on their own. Or those that have already been chewed to pieces.
Now here I am, and here you are, and you got more bottle caps in your pockets than the whole Duka-Cola factory would know what to do with. I ain’t above taking a little a bribe to share some of the goods I’ve accumulated with my, shall we say, questionable methods. What are ya buyin'? Food? Slick threads?
"Protection?" Well, I think I got some condoms around here, might glow in the dark from all the radiation, though-
-Ah. You’re looking for a hot shot to make sure no one puts you on ice. Suppose I can do that.
Shame about the condoms, though. Might’ve been a fun thing between you and me.”
Meet Roland the Rattleyote, wasteland drifter extraordinaire! Is he half rattlesnake and half coyote, or half coyote and half rattlesnake? Whatever the ratio, this composite creature is a necessary component of wasteland survival. Roland takes a slender shaft, adds serpentine curves, and tosses a tapered head and gradual knot into the mix. If you want a follower to light up your badlands with badassery, Roland is able to make sure you don’t glow it alone!

Elden the Faerie Dragon

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Wandering through the forest on your latest camping trip, you stop to admire the sounds of nature all around you. Chirping birds, flowing water, rustling leaves, and a soft, playful growl. Wait, that last one sounded just a bit out of place... Moving past some bushes to investigate, you notice a small, flamboyantly colorful dragon, staring up at you from a fallen log. It's obvious he was waiting for you, as he slinks from the log and curiously noses towards you.
As the inquisitive dragon starts to sniff around your body, you catch a glimpse of his hard cock bobbing between his legs. You can't help but stare at the tantalizing nubs and ridges along the slick looking shaft, and just as you start to become lost in thought, you feel an innocent nudge between your legs. Pulled back to reality from this faerie dragon, you see him turn and lift his tail, tilting his head back expectantly, looking at you as he shows himself off. You wouldn't want to leave this curious fellow wanting, would you..?
And that is the story of how Bad Dragon found Elden the Faerie Dragon! After such an adventure we knew we had to share his wonderfully soft-spined and pleasurably bumped "treasure". So we brought him back to our facility and managed to produce this wonderful toy to share with all of our customers!

 

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Winston's Tail

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You stand at the entrance to a cave. The light outside is bright enough that you can't see deep into it, you can only hear the muffled rustling of some larger creature inside. Feeling particularly bold this day, you decide to venture in. Pushing aside the bit of moss hanging in your way as you move deeper, you're surprised to see a green drake in front of you! As you stop and watch the majestic creature, you notice that he doesn't even sense that you are there.
The dragon in front of you rolls, his back to you first, then completes the motion, laying down with his belly exposed. You let your curious eyes drift lower, noticing the bulge of scales between his legs. Even as you watch, the dragon lifts his tail, curling it around to his maw. He parts his jaws and drags the tip of the scaled appendage across his tongue slowly, coating it with a slick saliva. The drake's hind legs spread apart after, his tail slinking across his body eagerly, tracing a trail of spittle across his slowly hardening shaft.
You can't help but feel a bit of amazement at the show in front of you, watching as the dragon pushes his own tail into his rump. The tight hole seems to grab around the nubs and ridges, each one popping in with a small jerk. You feel your own loins stirring slightly as you wander closer, so enthralled at how the tight entrance stretches around the tail that you don't even see the male looking at you...
Winston is smooth and sleek with finely detailed texture and a gradual taper. If you’re looking for a gentle start, you’re in the right place!

Dragon's Tongue​

It's a quiet night, the stars are shining, and there's a soft breeze across your cheek. Walking across the rocky plains, all you can think about is how small you feel in comparison to the vastness of the sky around you. A gust of wind kicks up some grit, making your eyes water. You rub at them with the back of your hand, not noticing the moist trails left on your cheeks.
Mixed with the quiet chirps of night birds and the soft thud of your footsteps is an odd, snuffling, chuffing sort of noise. As you round a squat boulder, you momentarily pause--there's a thick, strange substance smeared across the rocks that appear to have... lick marks? Confused, you extend a finger to tentatively investigate the odd substance. It reminds you strongly of thick, goopy saliva.
The loud crunch of shifting rocks behind you pulls you from your puzzled examination--you spin around, saliva stringing from your fingers to the rocks, and come face to face with an inquisitive dragon muzzle inches from your nose. The dragon blinks at you curiously as you back away in fear. You can feel the blood draining from your face, and you begin to realize that this walk may have been a bad idea. The terror of being confronted by this impossible creature, the emptiness in your heart, and this fiasco of a stroll is just too much to deal with at once. Inching away, you stumble and fall backwards and collapse helplessly against the rock formation. The dragon’s nostrils flair with a loud sniff, drinking in your scent. Your heartbeat skyrockets and you push yourself further into the rock with a helpless whimper.
"Don't be afraid. I come out here to gaze at the stars myself. I wouldn't mind a companion to ease away the isolation." You're startled to hear it speak--even more surprised as it edges closer to you and gently licks a salty tear from your cheek. The wet, warm tongue is idly comforting as it carefully mops your tears... and is unusually arousing as it curls slowly to lick your chin, teasing at your neck. "I could think of a few other ways to take our minds off of the loneliness..." it murmurs, lowering its head to sniff at your groin. That cautious sniffing, the hot scent of its hide and the warmth in your groin are starting to make you wonder if you were feeling lonely after all...

 

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Werewolf Muzzle

Walking out from the decrepit forest into the seasonal pumpkin patch stirs feelings of calm content in spite of the ominous green fog enveloping the landscape on the evening of this blood moon. Reports of odd howls and transformative experiences abound from these parts, but letting these tales remain mere folklore leaves a sense of unease within you. Such matters must be explored in more detail!

The night’s mist swirls in the distance, and an obscured figure circles about, unblinking eyes trained on your presence. Its piercing gaze enamours you as the creature approaches, claws raking the ground with each footfall, teeth bared into a wide - snarl? Surely not, the stories didn’t speak of a creature with ill intent...

Your heartbeat increases, and the creature ceases its forward prowl, brow furrowing.

“Ah! You’ll excuse my fervor, I hope. I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just that the moon pulls strongly at my heart tonight, and I am alone with no one to howl alongside to honor our lunar protector. So few wish to keep company with a werewolf… I thought - or hoped - that you sought me out to do so.”

But you did, you explain - you were just a little intimidated on first sight. The lycanthrope’s ears perk up, and eyes look hopeful. It takes the last few steps needed to close the distance between the two of you, and softly nuzzles your hand with a damp nose, breathing in your scent. “You smell good enough to devour,” the creature growls. “Carnally, of course. May I?” A wild toothy grin, a soft nudge at your groin, and you find yourself glad to be chasing legends on this fateful eve.

This Werewolf’s Muzzle shows defined musculature along the snout, baring its fangs despite seemingly amorous intentions. Stroking along the textured fur, you see the insides to be quite inviting, a smooth tongue leading to a throat displaying ribs on the bottom and minor nubs on top. Should this lupine companion allow, its maw would make for a smoothly exciting exploration.

David the Werewolf

Fall is a wonderful time of year; the leaves and landscape are changing colors and forms, things are getting cooler, and our fuzzy companions are getting just a little fuzzier. However, when the moon is full and the sky is clear, the changes of the season are considerably more apparent to some, and that’s definitely something to be excited about.
Last year Duke and Janine took a break from scouting for talent by enjoying a late night picnic in the woods when they discovered the effects of the full moon first hand! Before they were able to enjoy some intimacy, they heard the howl of a wolf nearby, but as they went to investigate they had the pleasure of catching an image of something that interested the both of them: the silhouette of a werewolf against the full moon, teeth bared and cock erect, ready to do with the lovers as he pleased.
As it turns out, the autumn equinox was a time for weres to get together and mate. Poor David Knotting had found himself without a partner… before Duke and Janine showed up.
After enjoying a steamy session with the beastly were, Duke and Janine were able to coax David into joining their modeling team. Their stalwart efforts have resulted in the best David has to offer!

 

[Phelvia]

....and now for something completely different....(aka Phelvia is taking a copy/paste break)​

*****Special Request****
So I noticed this before and still have tried searching for a bio for Chance and Mary and...nothing. Mm, much sad. Their bios aren't more than a few sentences in the originals and the new ones...well...I'd prefer focusing on the character themselves and not the...description of it's use or what it looks like (I can see that for myself >_<)

Anyways! My request is this; to those with a wordy or creative side and a bit of free time; can you help make a bio that you think suits these guys? Writing a bio will give you; credit as I put it under the character, a round of applause from me, and an internet cookie.

My simple uh..."rules". Must be about the character (obviously), please focus more on the character than the "in use" aspect. That's...pretty much it.

Facts!​

• Pearce when he was first debuted was listed as a Gator (not an Orc) very briefly. He was then switched to an Orc on the site and the forums got the Gator art. (Pictures to come when I get to his Bio)
• Crackers the Cockatrice had 2 pictures before; one with a saddle and riding bits and one without
• The Royal dragon was based off of the Toruk (Leonopteryx) from JC's Avatar (if you read his bio it'll click, also coming soon)
• Cole's model was pulled briefly when he was released because the base was not butt safe
• Ridley the Xenogon likes to experiment with herbal teas

 

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Scorn the Wyvern

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You didn’t know it yet, but, a while back while stumbling about through the forest, you crossed a boundary few ever have come back from. A giant beast soundly sleeping on top of his golden hoard suddenly shaken out of his valued slumber by his supernatural sense.
Little did you know that Scorn, this stealthy beast, has been watching you approach slowly, walking towards your indeterminate fate. Will he let you feel like you’ve happened across infinite wealth before toying with you, or would he just swallow you whole?
Your eyes widen as the golden shimmer pours out of the cave - disbelief has you carelessly running inside, oblivious to anything else. By the time you’ve noticed it’s too late; among the piles lies a snickering beast. Your eyes lock with his giant orbs, his booming, arrogant voice echoes “you WILL come closer.” All of the rumors of dragons living in these hills flash through your mind, along with the voices that warned that you’d never come back.
His dominance is overpowering, and you quietly obey, bringing you closer. Something in the air slowly sates your fears and you feel warm, willing. Scorn rolls over onto his back, sprawling with intention, and revealing that his wealth is truly not just in his hoard of gold. It all makes sense as you think to yourself, "who would want to return from this?"
Lured in by his magic and too late to turn back, it dawns on you… where IS everyone else then?
Swooping in to Bad Dragon is our brand new Scorn the Wyvern! Succumb to his hefty girth, veiny textures, and scale-like ridges that will send shivers down anyone's spine. Now the question is will you entice him to be part of your hoard.... Or his?

Ridley the Xenogon

Light from a marine's rifle beam illuminates the creature - it's coming on too fast! The marine fires in short, controlled bursts while retreating towards the bulkhead of their derelict ship. Bullets clatter off of the creature's hide. With seemingly minimal effort, the creature catches up and with a heavy swipe sends the rifle flying out of reach. The soldier crashes to the ground, and the alien monster rears over them with a ferocious smile on its face - thick, slimy drool spraying across the marine - "AND, CUT!" The alien creature quickly regains his composure and helps the costumed marine to their feet, and the two dust themselves off. "No hard feelings... but you owe me a box of tissues and a flu shot," the space marine actor tells the creature as both of them wipe away artificial slime.
Most take Ridley at face value: the genetic offspring of a dragon and an extraterrestrial from a far away planet, ready to be shown to your civilization's leader to deliver an ultimatum. Take some time to sit down and talk to him and you'll find a wonderful creature who couldn't be more different than the roles he acts out on the silver screen!
Ridley is quite the eclectic gentleman! He enjoys tinkering with steampunk costuming (it compliments his elegant ridges), attempting to find the perfect blend of herbal tea (it's harder than you think), and the fantasy of finding the perfect lover who will embrace his fearsome looks and adore him for who he is on the inside (you might not be able to get him to admit to that one).
What will Ridley bring to the relationship, you ask? If you manage to win his devotion, you can look forward to a thrilling ride! He's got stimulating bumps, delicious crest-like ridges, and an accommodating curve to his thick shaft that's sure to delight.
So what do you say? Will you indulge this cultured fellow's romantic fantasy?

 

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Crash the Raptor

Thumbtacks on your chair? Crash.
Trolling your Social Media? Crash.
Water bucket on the door jamb? Crash.
Prank calls at 3am? Crash.
Crash the Raptor's mischief knows no bounds, no joke is too insensitive, no subject is taboo, and no one is safe from his sarcasm.
Crash is kind of a jerk, unless he's on your side.
Well he's still a jerk then too, but not in a bad way. Work with us here!
Whether racing across Dragon Island in search of targets for his own unique brand of humor or vying for Lily's affections, Crash is one dino who wants some attention. And he knows that acting out is the best way to get you to notice him. Let him Crash at your place, we guarantee you will have all the Raptor you can take.
Crash's tip gradually expands to reveal a nice shaft full of delightful texture and detailed ridges as you descend to the very manageable knot containing tantalizing texture of it's own. Get Crash now, and let him show you his unique skill set!

Lily the Raptor

Meet Lily the Raptor. She's the sweetest Dino on Dragon Island! Kind, caring, affectionate, sensual, and confident; with a sassy, flirty, tough side to her as well.
Lily is the sort of Raptor you can take anywhere: movies, sporting events, fashion shows, pubs. She will challenge you in the most comfortable and familiar ways you can imagine, while being bubbly and strong all at once to keep you on your toes!
Take Lily out for a good time now, and see why she is the most popular Raptor on Dragon Island!

 

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Perry the Parasaur

Another boring day at the gift shop today. Knocked most of the plushes on the ground again. My new glasses work fine, I just have a terrible field of vision.
My boss tells me, “Perry! You’ve got to try harder and put yourself out there if you want to get ahead on Dragon Island.” Being an attraction seems like hard work, and I’m not sure I want that kind of attention. A big sign, an announcer - For your pleasure, Perry, the Parasaur! That’s just not what I want.
I’ll stick with my usual M.O.: wait for the last customer of the day, and if they seem interested, I’ll hold onto my butt and show them my assets. My job has given me plenty of experience accepting deliveries in the rear. The most worthwhile attractions are the exclusive ones, wouldn’t you agree?
Featuring dino-skin textured cheeks and one of our snuggest toys all the way throughout, Perry the Parasaur offers you a souvenir to remember the excitement of your Dragon Island trip whenever you wish!

Stan the T-Rex

The lights were out, the rain stayed heavy, and the pen had been locked and electrified “for his own protection.”
Stan the Tyrannosaurus rex received special treatment from everyone for as long as he could remember. The other dinosaurs and staff on the island gave him the finest accommodations, choicest mutton, and closest attention. He’d been spoiled and groomed as Dragon Island’s key attraction, with size beyond any other dinosaur in the park and natural musculature which could make a weightlifter jealous.
But the park had opened today, and not a single person had come to admire him. There was no debut. He was alone. Until he heard a familiar voice over the intercom.
“Get up, ya big dumb chomper! Everyone’s waiting to see you.” Crash’s telltale screech could not have been more welcome. “The power’s out, but the people gotta experience the lizard king! Make this whole island your mainstage!”
Is this what he wanted? Stan knew he didn’t like being alone, and his raptor friend gave him a way out, a means to do the one thing he had been groomed for: pleasing the masses.
Stan smashed through nearby trees, making way to the recently unelectrified boundary. With a terrible roar, he tore the metal cables as though they had been made of cheap plastic. He would find the guests seeking the tyrant dinosaur. And he would make their visit worthwhile.
Stan the T. rex. Defined muscles and veins. Strong curve. Blunt head. We have a T. rex.

 

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Trent the Triceratops

Who's extinct? Definitely not this burly dinosaur! Triceratops, originally hailing from the late Cretaceous period, have been an overwhelmingly successful "attraction" here on Dragon Island. Ever the heavy hitter, Trent takes a particular liking to his job. He loves ensuring park visitors leave feeling fulfilled... very fulfilled.
Can't make it to Dragon Island? No fear - we have his likeness available here in our online gift shop!
His long and tapered shaft starts nice and ends girthy! With defined ridges below his head, realistic veins, and a textured base he'll do more than tri to make you feel right.

Kelvin the Ice Dragon

It is lonely in the Winterlands.
I am one of the last of my people, perhaps even the last one. My home is cold, and I long for the warmth of friendship to brighten my hearth. Alas, when I sing my ancestral songs, my only audience is the night sky.
One night when the borealis illuminated the snowy plains like a celestial painter had spilled their inks, my eyes discerned movement somewhere in the distance. Startled, I stopped my song as the creature grew nearer. "Can it be..? Or is it but a vision of my loneliness?" I asked myself, my heart swelling with hope. The shape gradually became clearer: a horned face, spined neck, and a strong, thick body built to withstand the Winterlands: another Ice Dragon! I sprung forward and roared a greeting, kicking up bits of ice and shale as the newcomer roared back at me. We halted, several feet separating us, and stared at each other in wonder.
"I am Kelvin," I said, "and I thought myself the last of the Ice Dragons. Please, will you stay a while, and trade tales with me? Gladly would I share my territory, if only to have another to speak to!" The cautious explorer agreed, explaining that they were from the far North and had been blown off-course in a gale.
Little did I know that a stray storm would bear so fine a companion on its wings. My friend grew to love the harsh wilds at my side, trading stories for shelter and companionship, and I was startled by the realization that being an Ice Dragon doesn't prevent one's heart from melting.
But the story of how our mutual love was discovered amidst a blizzard is the beginning of a whole other tale.

 

[Phelvia]

Hazel the Werewolfess

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Love bites, and there's no one better to tell you just how hard than Hazel. The bite of a werewolf is enough to turn anyone a little bit lupine. Hazel learned more about lycanthropy than she wanted to after an illicit moonlit rendezvous with David the Werewolf. Clandestine hookups were nothing new for her: being so rich you could roll around in the brokerage fees you collect has a way of bringing in wolves, but she never imagined the phrase "bringing in wolves" quite so literally.
Fortunately, Hazel was a wolf in sheep's clothing to begin with. Cutthroat and successful, with a keen nose for good investments and hearty profits, her new senses only heighten her ability to be the "top dog" in the stock market. Her skyscraper penthouse is perfect for a mean highball party with her coworkers, and gives her a great view of the current moon against the glittering city skyline. There's nothing like shedding your clothes and unleashing a feral howl to really get your party going!
When the moon turns and Hazel sheds her humanity, her tastes turn from profits to debauchery. Hazel has an appetite for "fresh meat," and goes through partners like Wall Street traders go through investments. There's a certain taboo appeal about Hazel the Werewolfess that draws in the inexperienced, and she takes every opportunity available to introduce her prey to the pleasures of the night. So be careful on your evening strolls: you might find yourself face-to-face with a big, bad werewolfess ready to take a bite out of your love life...
Hazel is rocking the penetrable world with a radically different entrance than our other penetrable designs! Her multitude of amorous adventures have given her the ability to accommodate all sorts of shapes and sizes with a spacious and curved inner core. Spirals and subtle folds are waiting to draw you deep into wild carnal indulgence... will you let Hazel draw out your wild side?

Natascha the Anthro-Husky

Late one night after stopping to rest and make camp, you hear some strange moaning. Always curious and interested about the safety of your sled team, you get up quickly to inspect it. The wind is more calm then normal, letting soft gasps, barks, and growls carry farther then normal. Suddenly, Natascha, your lead girl cries out, and you rush around a low bank of snow, knowing you need to help her!
The moment you step around, you are astounded to see your lead sled dog on her back, surrounded by the rest of her team. The grunting earlier was from the large males, all of them erect and thrusting towards her. She holds one shaft in her paw, sucking it off hungrily. Her hips are rolling against the husky at her tail end, forcing him to stuff her to the knot. Even as you watch, a third male grips at his cock, just behind a swelled knot, and climaxes across her bare nipples.
Natascha pants with a fiery lust, finishing each male off with a hunger that won't be satiated. As they stand, spent next to her, she looks down her underside and sees you standing there. "Ooh, a fresh male. You look cold, dear." She spreads her hindpaws apart a bit, seed from others of her team leaking from her, inviting you over with a sultry gaze. "Why not let me warm you for the night..?"

 

[Phelvia]

Tucker the Equinine

What do you do with all the endorphins coursing through your veins after you cross the finish line? Tucker the Equinine has a few ideas he might share with you!
"What's an Equinine?" you ask? "Are they a hybrid of a racing horse and a Greyhound?" Don't be so silly! No, an Equinine is a diverse race said to descend from the offspring of the celestial beings Sirius and Pegasus! "That's ridiculous! Everyone knows that Pegasus has wings!" you may protest. Don't be so quick to judge! Equinines have wings in their own way: they're pilots of stunt planes and fighter jets, street racers, bicycle messengers, and every so often they're incredibly punctual pizza delivery drivers. One thing all seem to have in common is a need for speed!
In Tucker's case, he much prefers to go for the gold, and dreams of being an Olympian athlete! He's not content with resting on the laurels of his astral ancestry to make him famous. His cosmic heritage of fleet-footed horses and swift hounds gave him a love of running, and he's determined to blaze a trail of glory across the track and be the star of every race! Whether it's cross-country or sprinting, Tucker has the speed and endurance to go the distance. His agile sprinting prowess gets him plenty of attention both on and off of the track, and makes Tucker a rising star indeed. His amazing endurance doesn't just show on the racetrack... and Tucker's physique is the very definition of a "heavenly body!"
Tucker the Equinine is the second one of our Experimental toys to make it to full release! We've taken the original Equiknot design and expanded it into four sizes with some other added adaptations! This stellar hybrid of equine and canine has the best of both worlds: a long, sexy shaft with a filling knot as the prize at the end of the event! Whether you're in for a forty-yard dash to warm up, or you want to go cross-country for the long haul, Tucker's subtle vein texture and gently ribbed head has what you need to start some "athletic feats."
Can you keep up with Tucker?

Bruiser the Fusion

We met this part dragon, part canine Fusion of a beast while out in the Grasslands seeking some inspiration. No sooner than we had stepped out onto a field did a blur of blue fur and purple scales rush over, running circles around us and nipping at our legs. Demanding to know why we were on his territory, his booming voice and heavily muscled body left us feeling cornered and at his mercy.
It was only once the dust had settled that we realized Bruiser was a silly and playful creature who really just wanted someone to be friendly with. We swapped stories, his tongue flopping lazily out the side of his scaled maw as he listened; he told us, then, how he was the only one of his kind and constantly longed for affection, only to be cast out as not "belonging" to either species.
We really liked Bruiser, and realized he was friendly. What we didn’t know is just how friendly he would get. After all, he was packing the best of both worlds between his legs!

 

[Phelvia]

Spritz the Seadragon

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Quiet splashes. Unusual ripples. The seabirds still their cries as something roils the surface of the ocean. Is there fog coming in? What is that? Where’s my camera?! My phone won’t focus!
We at Bad Dragon are no strangers to unusual sightings, but even we’re a little startled when a legendary beast shows up out of nowhere and hops on our yacht, asking where the drinks are.
Spritz enjoys making other's lives… “interesting.” Unlike the rest of his kind, he's very outgoing, social, and loves to have fun. Every once in a while he’ll board a party boat to have a good time. He enjoys letting the air out of unsuspecting swimmer’s inner tubes. He loves hijacking picnics when no one is looking… but his favorite catch is the unattended swimwear of skinny dippers. Spritz loves seeing the confusion when someone realizes their clothes are three hundred feet from where they were left and folded neatly... but one pair of bottoms is missing out of the whole group.
He’s always good about returning them when the individual missing their bottoms is extremely confused, and most are good-humored enough to invite him back to their barbecue for some food and drinks. He’ll do just about anything for a good handful of those wonderful little cheesy cracker things, you know, the ones shaped like little fish? The orange ones? In fact, his love of cheesy fish snacks has gotten him backed into some kinky, slippery situations. Imagine our surprise when one of our Crew members made a lewd suggestion of what Spritz could do for crackers and he willingly obliged…
From the first sighting of this legendary hand-sculpted creature in 2008, to the second surfacing of an updated 3D print in 2009, the Seadragon has been a steady and popular part of our lineup. Spritz is ready to take you for a swim, and show you that Bruce isn’t the only fun-loving ocean creature out there…

Vergil the Drippy Dragon

Long rumored to be plagued by fierce dragons, the Bladed Islands slowly materialize in the distance. It has been said that the winged predators stalk their prey from above, and few who venture forth ever make it to shore, much less return home to recount their tales. Despite the lore, you have always had a deep-seated desire to visit this feared place, whose sharp peaks and narrow mountains are slowly becoming more defined.
After what feels like hours, you can finally make out the lush green foliage harshly contrasted against the rocky background. Your heart skips a beat as the belly of your boat rubs gently against the sandy shore.
Slowly walking up the beach towards the greenery, you can’t help but notice how beautiful these islands actually are up close. The air smells sweet, birds sing happily and large flowers litter the ground; nothing evil could possibly live here! As if in response to your thoughts, a deep, rolling rumble comes from up ahead, beckoning your curiosity.
You steadily trot in the direction of the sound, and are immediately stopped dead in your tracks by the sight of beastly dragon soaring skillfully above the canopy, changing direction and speed, plunging towards the ground and shooting back up again as if hunting prey. Something massive dangles below the beast, dripping as he changes direction. Flipping on his back midflight and catching whatever it is that was leaking from the dangling object, it takes another intense roar for you to realize exactly what you are watching--this dragon isn’t hunting, he's playing with himself! The massive object is in fact this beast’s massive cock, busy shooting cum all over the place!
A hundred thoughts run through your mind, most of which you never knew you had in you, or could be possible. You are so thoroughly bewildered by what you are witnessing that you forget to focus on hiding; the huge beast lands near you with hungry eyes and circles you menacingly. Sensing your vulnerability, the dragon easily encroaches on you and stares at you eye to eye. You are completely paralyzed by the dragon's intimidating stare, and can do nothing but watch as he advances, rubbing against you and marking you with his musk. You fear that he can now smell your own apparent arousal.
“H.. hey!” you manage to stammer out.
“The name is Vergil,” speaks the dragon in a surprisingly pleasant tone. “What brings you to these parts?” he asks.
You can only focus on one thing right now, and your eyes are locked right on it. Smirking, Vergil follows your eyes and lifts his leg slightly so you can get a better view of his exposed, still-dripping member.
“Oh, I see,” he says with a slight grin. “I may be able to help with that.” With a flat snout, he slowly nudges you into the bushes behind you, and you suddenly realize you are about to get to know Vergil a lot better--and also why you were warned to stay away. This place is paradise!
Reintroducing our longest running dragon friend, Vergil! This playful dragon started it all, lending us his loins to be the first Bad Dragon and showing us that rough and rowdy side of dragons we have all come to enjoy. Many moons have passed since then but Vergil still is just as eager to play as ever!

 

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Clayton the Earth Dragon

Clayton, the mighty guardian of the stony north cliffs, picked his way down the canyon. He was tracking a hiker who was milling clumsily around the steep rock face. The dragon’s eyes narrowed; This was no beginners’ hike! Furthermore, the hiker was nearing the ultimate forbidden zone – Clayton’s cave, and his legendary horde of treasure. While the dragon often guided hikers through his pass to their safety (although the hikers rarely knew it) he did so also to steer them away from his lair and its contents.
A lone hiker was certainly no match for an intelligent and resourceful dragon, let alone Clayton. However this hiker seemed to be looking for something specific- not to just make it down the pass. The dragon sank back into his rocky surroundings, camouflaging effortlessly as he pondered the hiker's intentions. At that moment, the hiker stumbled into a break in the rocks and judging from the sounds of gasps the hiker had found Clayton’s cave.
Wasting no time, Clayton dropped into the cave and reared up on his hind legs, an impressive sight, all horns and spines and muscle. The hiker’s eyes went wide, and Clayton smiled deviously.
“Lone hiker,” he growled softly, “You seem to have been looking for something as you stumbled down the mountain; what is it that you seek? Respond wisely!”
The hiker looked up at the stunning earth dragon, bowing swiftly before answering. “I have no desire to steal your treasure. I have ventured this far simply to pay you tribute.”
A playful smile stole across the dragon’s features, milling over the possibilities in his mind, as his loins began to stir. It had been ever so long since he’d had a little company.
“After all, I am no fool… I know where to find the REAL treasure of the northern cliffs…” The hiker said, eyeing the dragon’s loins.
The dragon felt his stiff cock coming to life, poking into the air and quivering. He eyed the hiker in return and was pleasantly surprised to see no sign of fear. In fact, there was an expression of triumph and anticipation...
Clayton melds stimulating craggy texture with a well-proportioned shaft into one model that’s sure to “rock” your world!

Flint the Uncut Studded Dragon

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Many of our customers have long pondered the mysteries of how we manage to fit such large toys in such small boxes. We’re proud to finally offer an answer to this puzzling packing conundrum. Meet Flint – the lead member of Bad Dragon’s Package Wranglers! He’s rough, he’s tough, and fights renegade toys into submission, managing to fit even the largest into tight places in an orderly fashion. Flint’s prior experience as a private shipping courier makes him a valuable part of our team… but handling boxes isn’t Flint’s only encounter with huge packages.
Flint loves to relax after a long day at the Shop by spending time in the Recreation Center, and he isn’t shy about showing off the other reason he’s part of our team. He’s loud, proud, and uncut – Flint is one of our first few models that features intact foreskin. Flint boasts a thick and girthy shaft covered in prolific plates, stimulating studs, and tantalizing textures galore. We still haven’t been able to figure out how he keeps it in his pants. (Every time we ask, he just grins ferally and brushes it off as a Package Wrangler secret.)
Though decency requires Flint to spend his workday covered, he’s not shy about sharing his “package secrets” with those gutsy enough to approach him for wrangling lessons. Just be warned: it takes lots of practice to learn to get large goods to fit in small areas…
Ridged plates? Got it. Simulated foreskin? It’s in there. Sexy studs on this stud? Check. Flint’s checked off his feature list… are you gonna let him pack it in?

 

[Phelvia]

Dragoness Muzzle

“So I’m at my desk, minding my own business and filling out my TPS reports when our secretary comes in with a new stack of paperwork for me. It’s Friday morning, and the last thing I want to deal with is another mound of red tape handed down from the Boss - last time it was bondage tape, which wasn’t so bad, but this time it looks like I don’t even get the pleasure of taking my work home with me.
“Don’t look so down, hon, I think you’ll like this assignment. The Boss wants you to organize all this product feedback we have.”
“That’s my favorite,” I reply, rolling my eyes and reaching for the stack of papers. She moved around behind me to whisper in my ear.
“I’m sure it will be. You see, you were late turning in your last report, and the Boss has singled you out for some special attention.”
“Oh, nooo…” She’s right - I had a report due with a hard deadline of Wednesday evening, and it completely slipped my mind.
The secretary grins and pulls my chair away from my desk, spinning me around to face her. “You were supposed to review our newest design. Since you didn’t turn in a written report of your feedback, I’m going to have to get an oral report from you. Think you’re up for it?”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I reply, astonished at what she’s offering. Product testing? Based off of her own lovely snout? “Are you asking what I think you’re asking? Because if you are, the answer is most definitely yes.”
“I hope you know what you’re getting into, sweetheart,” she grinned, kneeling before me and unzipping the fly of my slacks. “Because I’m about to blow your mind.”
Introducing the Dragoness Muzzle - this sinuous scalie is ready to show you what a good head she has on her shoulders. Soft lips and a scaled snout are ready to give you a good grip, both inside and out, with throaty textures that are sure to make you roar. Combine this with her willing and eager enthusiasm, and you have a partner who isn’t afraid to brave the depths under your desk and help you go deep.

Dragon Muzzle

I’d been seeing this guy for a while, and we’d traded a few kisses here and there, pawed at each other a bit, the usual, you know how it goes. We were looking for something exciting to do when he suggested an evening hike to the top of Box Canyon Pointe.
We made the climb and sprawled out at the top in a breathless tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing heavily with exertion.
“You know, exercise always gives me the weirdest boner,” he panted, looking over at me with a wicked grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and gave his groin a squeeze, glibly commenting that I honestly hadn’t noticed and thought his pants were normally that bulgy. His grin widened as he flopped on top of me, incessantly poking at me with his “exercise boner.”
“I’d ask if you mind helping me with this, but you know, I think it’s about time you got a taste of what I have to offer,” he said, running a talon down my cheek. He leaned in to nip at my chin, nuzzling his way up to my lips for a quick kiss before reaching for my jeans. The first things I really noticed about his kiss was how gentle he was with his teeth - he knew quite well how sharp they were, and was careful to merely drag them over my tongue without biting. His tongue was firm but still supple, with the most enticing bumps and ridges that set me on fire.

 

[Phelvia]

Duke the Bad Dragon

Successful CEO of an international modelling firm by day, adult entertainer by night, Duke the bad dragon spends all of his waking hours catering to those who need his services. If he's not using his creative eye to get the best out of his talent, he's getting in front of the camera himself for a steamy show.
Duke has been with us since the start, so when we asked to get a few castings of his 'talent', he couldn't help but give us what we want. It wasn't hard to convince him once he realized just how many people he could please. After all, Duke loves to show the other dragons how it's done, and there's no doubt he's one of the sexiest we've cast!
Just imagine what kind of positions his secretary had to go through to get that job; perhaps he can put you through a few too, just for fun.

Janine the Dragoness

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Amidst the hustle and bustle of a normal busy day at the Shop, Janine was snapped out of her daydream by the irritated voice of Duke howling at her from his office.

"JANINE!"

She dashed, flustered, into his office, skidding to a halt on a pile of papers scattered across the floor.

"Yes, boss?"

"I need you to shake that pretty ass of yours and get this down to Cole - now." He thrust a sheaf of papers tucked in a manila folder at her, barely waiting for it to be in her talons before he spun his chair around. "And don't linger while you're down there; you can flirt with him after work."

She took the stairs at a blind rush and careened around the corner - only to look forward and narrowly dodge one of the cocksmiths pushing a huge cart of toys towards the elevator. She felt her tail crash into the cart, and heard the flopping thuds as dozens of dicks danced madly across the floor behind her, the smith swearing in frustration as he scrambled to right the cart and load it back up. Today was apparently not her day for grace and agility.

What was in this folder that was so time-sensitive? Duke was perfectly aware that normally the words "Janine" and "run" were not words heard in a sentence together, so it had to be important... She felt fire flare up in her belly at the thought of some of the designs on the drawing board - was it something she'd already seen? Or some brand new design that would help fulfill a fantasy she never knew she had? Completely distracted by the new train of thought, she rushed through the door to Cole's Forge and tripped over the threshold.The folder went flying. Papers fluttered through the air in a chaotic mess to land strewn across the Forge entryway. Janine landed in a heap with a yelp as her tail dislodged an apron from its peg. It flopped across her face, leaving her in the dark. With an irritated growl, she shook it off to the side.

She heard Cole approaching from behind, and turned to look up at him. "Duke sent me down with something for you," she panted, her chest heaving and heart pounding from the exertion of her mad run through the Shop.

"Oh? Must be for the new release we've planned," he commented, kneeling down to help her. Janine froze in surprise as she watched Cole stack the papers back together - every single one of them was a photo of her, from one of her private shoots with Duke. Cole was smiling to himself, eying one particular snapshot that had caught his attention. Maybe this was her chance to make a particular fantasy of hers real...

 

[Phelvia]

another short break...please enjoy some old art and Pearce's "alt" art

Pearce the Gator

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Pearce took a moment to grin and flaunt a bit as his massive hands unbuckle his pants, sliding them down to reveal a thick, pierced, and rock hard member beneath them. You couldn't help but stare at every inch and pulled back foreskin of his cock, lining up perfectly with his Prince Albert piercing.

Pearce just chuckled and got a little closer, breaking your trance, and asked if you were going to get into something a bit more comfortable yourself?
etc etc I'll probably make an alt. story with this one day. I will post the orc version but not immediately, same with the newer models that have stories, posting up the old ones are more prioritized atm

Old Chance the Stallion Art

Nova the Breeder (Old art)​

So this one was when Nova was just called "The Breeder" aka this is the legacy model's artwork.

 

[Phelvia]

The Royal Dragon

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I'll probably just find a nice picture of the Royal Dragon's inspiration at some point.
The Royal Dragon doesn't lead through harsh command; his devotees follow him through admiration and respect for his powerful, yet amiable nature. While visiting his extraterrestrial home we discovered, as we're always apt to, that he's storing quite a few extra surprises!

Those who have been close with the Royal Dragon recall their encounters with great fondness. We hear tales of his ability to read minds and feelings and make every use of his connection to completely satisfy every need of those lucky enough to live the experience.

Combined with his exquisite textures, bumps, and curves he is sure to build a strong bond with anyone who would like to take him for a flight!

Duke's Butt

Duke, our boss dragon and mascot, is a dragon of many talents. He's well known for his shrewd business skills, snarky sense of humor, and ability as an adult entertainer. Most of us around Bad Dragon are used to his domineering attitude, but a recent incident in the Recreation Center locker room after hours turned a few heads and made us question what we thought we knew about his late-night preferences. Janine's not much of a gossip, but word gets around when our executive pulls a role reversal on his whole team. Here's what she had to say:
"Duke's not in his office? No surprise. He's probably just giving Chance another 'performance evaluation' to see what kind of 'raise' he should get this year. Or maybe it's a 'holiday bonus." Whatever. So I go looking for him - he's not making coffee, he's not inflating condoms with helium for yet another lewd office prank - maybe he's in the shower. I walk into the locker room and Chance has him bent over one of the benches and is hock-deep in Duke's ass. Duke's grunting and panting, but he saw me in the mirror and turned around with his normal maniac grin on his face."
"What's the matter, Janine? Why don't you grab your strapon and have a ride once Chance finishes up..?"
The Bad Dragon himself is here to show off his skills in a different way than we've seen before: Duke’s Butt was our first male penetrable design, carefully sculpted to mimic Duke's rear end.
Duke's Butt has a tight but flexible entrance, sculpted outer texture for a better grip, and brand-new core textures for an exhilarating new ride. Are you up for topping this top of the food chain business dragon?