(meat grinder, shooting)

Having found a suitable cock sleeve for himself Ignus was set to enjoy the rest of the fair and perhaps pick up some accessories for his new fucktoy. There were plenty of games to be played and prizes to be won. Many of the attractions made use of humans that had been deemed unfit as fuck toys. These humans would soon either be processed into meat or simply disposed of if they were deemed too dirty. The fair also served as a way to make back some of the cost spent on feeding the otherwise worthless merchandise they had. He stopped for a moment to watch a dunk booth.

Perhaps dunk booth wasn’t the right term however. In place of a water pool was instead a contraption that would crush and shred through anything unfortunate enough to fall in, turning it into minced meat. Sitting above this was a nude human female fingering herself while the creatures at the front of the attraction paid for the chance to send her plummeting to her demise. She was desperately chasing down one last orgasm but unfortunately for her she never found it. Another customers throw finally hit its mark and she was sent feet first down into the contraption below. Ignus watched as her body was slowly consumed by machine to the crowds delight. Only the sound of her agonized screams could cut through the cheers and laughter. But as her torso finally met the rotating blade the screams died down and Ignus could finally hear the sounds of her bones being crushed. Her head was last and her face, with its final scream still frozen in place, finally was torn apart as well until nothing but blood remained. The booth was then reset with a new human sitting above their eventual peril.

Ignus would have laid down a few coins to play himself if not for the fact that his human had wandered off at some point. It was simple to track him down though. Even if Ignus didn’t have eyes that could peirce the night his human toy hadn’t wandered far. It was standing in front of a booth, admiring a pair of thigh high socks. It didn’t see as Ignus stalked from behind and was rightfully alarmed when a clawed hand clenched around its throat. “Did I give you permission to leave my side?”, it tried to squeeze out a ‘no’ but was unable to give much more than a pitiful whine. “Disappoint me again and I can easily trade you in for something more respectful.”

He released his grip on it’s neck and it gasped deeply, sputtering out it’s understanding, “Yes sir, it won’t happen again sir.” Ignus hummed, his eyes moved to the socks his toy had been admiring. They were a black, lacey pair. Sparkly too. He couldn’t deny the thought of his human wearing them was exciting. The game at this booth was simple enough. A game of skill where customers would aim enchanted rifles to hit targets painted on humans who had been tied to posts at the back of the booth. The smaller targets were what needed to be hit for the high value items, and unfortunately the socks were with said high value items.

Ignus was a dragon of many talents for sure, but using cheap, magical weapons was not one of them. While not the largest breed of dragon out there he was still easily twice the height of most other creatures in this fair. His large, clawed hands made it almost impossible to even properly hold these rifles that had clearly been made with smaller patrons in mind. Regardless he placed down a silver, determined to win a nice accessory for his toy.

He struggled to grip the rifle. Bending his neck down so that he could better aim at the tiny human in front of him. The smallest targets were painted right between the human’s eyes, on its neck, and one directly over where its heart would be. Choosing the highest one he pulled the trigger. But with his eyes he could already see that it was off course even before it hit the humans jaw. It cried out in agony, blood pouring down from where half of it’s jaw once had been.

Ignus cursed to himself, placing down another silver. He adjusted his aim, certain that it would hit his chosen target this time. It would have too. He could see it well on course and was already celebrating. But at the last moment the ball of energy changed course to instead blast through what remained of the lower half of the humans face. Silencing it at last. Ignus turned to the tentacled creature running the stand. “This whole thing is rigged! I saw that bolt change course mid air.” The clerk shrugged with its many appendages, “Hey it’s not our fault your aim is bad. You can grab a consolation prize from over there or you can slap down another silver to try again. Your choice.”

It took all of his self control to not vault over the counter and tear off every limb the creature had. With a growl he turned his attention to the wall the clerk indicated. The accessories lining the wall could only be called cheap. But after flushing two silver into this game he would be damned if he didn’t leave with something. None of the available ‘prizes’ were calling to him though until his eyes landed on a green collar with a matching leash. “That one”

Once he had his prize he quickly snapped the collar around his humans neck, clipping the leash on and holding it tightly. He used it to pull the human closer to himself as he spoke. “There..Now we shouldn’t have anymore disappearing acts.” A firm gripped pulled the human alongside him as he made his way through the rest of the fair. Eager to see what other things he could find to dress up his toy.