This is definitely a dragon's lair, Aisling thought to himself as he carefully stalked deeper into the ancient passages of the mountain caverns. Only a dragon could feel at home in a crumbling ruin like this, he reasoned, and only a dragon would redecorate that ruin with copious amounts of gold and jewels. Treasure of various types littered the floor, heaped in corners and spilling from doorways. He could probably retire with the haul he'd drag out of this mountain! Once he'd dealt with the dragon, that is. His heart steeled, Aisling drew the hefty claymore slung over his back, shut his visor firmly and continued through the ancient corridor.
The passage continued on into the mountain a long way, leading off into myriad rooms and chambers long since abandoned. Aisling ignored these however, disregarding even those filled with treasure. The trail of ever-deepening gold still formed a trail, leading him on through the passage, until it finally emerged into a vast chamber. Even in his all-business dragonslayer mode, Aisling couldn't help but gape - the room was immense, so unfathomably huge that its roof and walls were lost to darkness. The pillars holding up the ceiling were thicker than even the mighiest tree trunk, and between each pair was space enough for a small village. In reality though, such hypothetical villages would not have fit, because the chamber was piled a few storeys deep with an uncountably at horde of treasure. Spilling from chests and set among riches of every stripe, a veritable rainbow of gems glittered and sparkled from a pile of gold and silver that could have comfortably filled a lake. Confronted with this sight, Aisling almost dropped his sword in amazement. For a few minutes, he simply looked out at the mountain of treasure and tried to calculate its value, but he didn't have numbers that large at his command. After a while he shook himself to regain his focus and surveyed the room with a more tactical eye. No dragon was in evidence, awake or asleep, but there were a number of winding paths in the treasure hoard, like a mountain track worn in by thousands of passers-by. They led up the treasure pile's shallow sides up to what looked like a castle, half-buried by gold. The light of torches shone from the exposed upper chambers of this ancient manor, and what looked like curtains could be faintly seen hanging from the windows and doorways. It wasn't quite what Aisling had expected from the lair of a dragon - it seemed a little... small - but a lead was a lead, so he made his way up the nearest path. His armoured feet slid and slipped on loose coins as he carefully ascended - whoever used this path was apparently a lot surer on their feet than he was. Even with his cautious steps, he still sent the occasional drift of loose treasure tumbling down the slope, the ingling echoing loudly in the huge chamber.
At the apex of his 24-karat climb, Aisling came upon the torchlit chambers. Whatever they had once been used for, their current user had made an elegant lounge out of them - in the centre of the room at the path's end was a plush couch, laden with comfy-looking satin cushions. The remains of the room's walls were decorated with assorted objets d'art of tremendous value - paintings, sculptures, statues, vases, a collection that any gallery would be proud to display. A few choice selections from the rest of the treasure hoard littered the floor - particularly fine gems, especially shiny coins, finely crafted ornaments and other lovely articles were scattered here and there, apparently having been admired by the couch's occupant at some point, before being cast aside in favour of the next trinket. Sure signs of draconic habitation, but still no dragon.
Aisling lifted his visor and looked out at the chamber again, sighing in frustration. "Where on Earth is this stupid--"
"Ahem."
Aisling whirled around in surprise at the sudden throat-clearing, brandishing his sword frantically at the source of the sound. There, standing with arms folded and a very sour expression aimed squarely at Aisling, was something scaly and purple. It was smaller than Aisling had imagined, and rather more feminine, but it was unmistakably a dragon!
Aisling dropped into a fighting stance. "Back, foul beast, or taste my steel!"
"My name is Gypsy," the dragon retorted indignantly, dropping her arms and taking a step towards Aisling, "and I'll do nothing of the sort."
"I said get back!" Aisling raised his sword and aimed a swing at the approaching dragoness. Gypsy dodged to the side of the blow and aimed a kick at Aisling. The blow from her three-clawed foot bounced off his breastplate, and he staggered back to regain his footing... on the layers of coins he'd had trouble with earlier.
As Aisling's foot slipped on a layer of doubloons, he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, his heavy armour clattering noisily. As his sword tumbled away from his grasp, he slid and rolled helplessly back down the hill, carried along by an avalanche of treasure. An attempt to slow his descent by grabbing at a protruding sceptre only brought even more coins and jewels sloughing down with him. When he finally came to a halt against a chest of diamonds, treasure kept piling up around him for a few moments, leaving him buried up to his chest in it. Dazed, he could only lie there for a moment, watching blearily as Gypsy sauntered down the hill after him, her feet negotiating the incline with a casual grace and poise that would put a mountain goat to shame.
Coming gradually to his senses, Aisling flailed his free arm to try to dig himself out of his coin-burial. Between the piles of coins and his armour though, it was slow going, and he had barely managed to uncover his other arm before Gypsy was on top of him. She knelt down and grasped Aisling's gauntletted wrist in an iron grip.
"You know, you're hardly the first would-be dragonslayer to come traipsing in here, making threats on my life, getting your muddy sollerets all over my stuff..." Gypsy grumbled, punctuating her rant with a flaming huff from her nostrils. "Frankly, I'm getting a bit sick of it. What the Hell did I ever do to you, anyway?"
Aisling squirmed uncomfortably. This wasn't quite the confrontation he'd expected to have.
"Well... knights slay monsters and dragons and... stuff. It's what we do, surely?" he mumbled in reply. Gypsy arched a skeptical eyebrow and, sensing this wans't enough of an excuse, he continued. "Plus, there's the treasure, y'know..."
A trace of a smirk alighted on Gypsy's lips. "Oh, you want treasure, do you? Well, I think I can satisfy that desire for you - in fact, I could give you your weight in gold. Would you like that, knight?"
Aisling gave the suddenly congenial dragoness a suspicious sidelong look through his visor. "... sure, why not?"
Gypsy grinned broadly at this. "Wonderful! I think we can get started on that right away. But first, let's get a good look at you..."
With this, Gypsy reached down with her free hand to pull off AIsling's helmet. WIth his arms both trapped, his struggles to resist were futile, and the face of the young Maltese tiger was laid bare for the dragoness to see, his long hair tumbling out around his head and shoulders, smoky grey save for a thick streak of bluish-teal.
"Ohh, aren't a you pretty young thing?" Gypsy cooed, gently brushing stray strands of Aisling's hair aside with one gentle claw. Aisling shook his head indignantly from Gypsy's hand, but this was all he could do aside from glaring sullenly up at her.
"Now let's see what else this armour is hiding," Gypsy continued, her hand moving down to Aisling's hefty breastplate. "I'll say this for you dragonslayer types, you certainly dressed for the occasion." She curled her slender fingers under the neck of the breastplate and, with a burst of draconic strength, tore it away along with the chainmail tunic. Throwing it aside, Gypsy was rather shocked to see a tremendous pair of breasts spill out. They were covered in fuzzy white fur, capped with thick, thumb-sized nipples, and easily each the size of Aisling's head. Gypsy stared at the magnificent pair for several seconds, blinking in wide-eyed amazement.
"Whoa... is that why they call it a breastplate?" she finally managed to say once she got over her surprise. "You're even bigger than me! I'm not sure whether to be jealous or impressed..." She reached a hand to rub across the swell of Aisling's bountiful boob, eliciting a fresh bout of struggling from him.
"Okay sweetie, I think you need to calm down," Gypsy said, taking hold of Aisling's chin and locking her gaze into his. Aisling snarled and continued thrashing about under Gypsy, but the longer he looked into Gypsy's eyes...
"Just calm down, sweetie... just relax... no more struggling..."
"Wh-- y... nn...."
Aisling stared in those unblinking eyes, drawn in by Gypsy's hypnotic gaze. Slack-jawed and transfixed, his truggling quickly dwindled into a half-hearted wriggling, before dying down altogether.
"Good boy..." Gypsy said with a smile, slowly standing up. Keeping her enthralling eyes firmly locked on Aisling's, she scooped away some of the treasure covering his legs. "Get up and take off the rest of your armour."
"Uh... uh-huh..." Aisling obediently rose to his feet as Gypsy backed away a little, as if drawn up on puppet strings. Fumbling with the straps of his plate, he gradually divested himself of his suit of armour, letting the pieces drop to the floor and tumble away down the golden mountain unregarded. Soon enough he stood completely nude, chainmail pooled around his feet, nipples stiffening in the cavern breeze.
Gypsy's gaze strayed from Aisling's eyes and lingered approvingly over his body - especially his massive, girthful cock and baseball-sized testicles. "Mmmm, aren't you a handsome young thing..."
"... yes..." Aisling responded semiconsciously, eliciting a little chuckle from Gypsy. She reached out and gently took Aisling's hand in hers, leading him back up the treasure pile back to her chambers. She gently laid him down on the couch, carefully looping his idly twitching tail over his tummy. Looking down at him appraisingly, lying limp and slack-jawed on the soft satin cushions, she nodded and smirked to herself. She stepped into another room for a moment, carrying several jewellery boxes with her on her return, setting them down by the couch and kneeling down next to her feline thrall.
"Tell me, sweetie, do you know why dragons like treasure so much?" she asked in a soft voice, running a hand lovingly over Aisling's toned tummy. "I'll be honest with you, honey - it turns me on. This treasure feels so good. Wouldn't you agree?" she whispered huskily into Aisling's ear.
"Good..." Aisling echoed, a hint of a moan at the edge of his voice. Gypsy grinned and ran her hand through a pile of coins on the floor. Her claws clinked and scraped across the profiles of ancient monarchs, and she continued her litany of avarice, her words heavy with hypnotic compulsion.
"Yes, very good. The delicious touch of gold on my skin, the shock of cold metal against my warm scales is so arousing... shining gems and clinking coins between my fingers makes me so horny... wearing the most valuable jewellry makes me feel sexy... all this treasure just makes me feel so... very... good..."
On this last word, breathed lustfully into Aisling's ear, Gypsy pressed a coin against his chest, right between his cleavage, and grinned salaciously as he let out a gasp of arousal. His hands drew up to the coin and his fingers traced across its contours reverently, but he was soon distracted from his fingering of the ancient article as Gypsy poured the contents of a golden chalice out over his abdomen. The enthralled kitty cried out in bliss and arched his back as coins, little gems and necklaces spilled out over his tummy, tumbling down his sides and around his cock, which Gypsy was pleased to see was rapidly rising to full mast.
"You like treasure, don't you sweetie?"
Aisling, still panting, nodded rapidly in the affirmative, gasping afresh as Gypsy playfully pressed silver obols against his stiff nipples.
"The touch of precious metals against your oh-so-sensitive body... you want to feel this all the time, don't you?"
Aisling nodded again, and through his heavy breathing stammered out "Y-yes..."
Gypsy smiled and held up a small crystal phial filled with a cloudy pink liquid. "Then drink this and lie still - it'll prepare you for what comes next." Aisling took the bottle from Gypsy's fingers and uncorked it (his own fingers tingling as they touched the gilded stopper), before obediently drinking the pink fluid in one gulp. A heavy cloying sweetness spread across his tongue, and as he lowered the phial from his lips he felt his mind becoming cloudy, drowsiness descending upon him. His arms fell limply to either side and his slack fingers dropped the phial and its stopper. He blinked slowly, watching with barely comprehending eyes as Gypsy set up a brazier next to the couch, lighting it with a gentle puff of her flame. On a fine mesh above the red-hot coals were a number of silver needles, one of which Gypsy picked up and appraised carefully.
Her eyes looked from the needle and looked down at AIsling. "Don't worry about the way you're feeling right now, sweetie," she reassured him softly, "that was just a sleeping draught. Not enough for a full forty winks, just enough to cloud your perceptions a little that this won't hurt... though your newfound fetish should be as sharp as ever..."
With this, she bent over Aisling's chest and, with the needle in one hand and a soft cloth soaked in healing potions in the other, she carefully impaled one of Aisling's stiff nipples all the way through. True to her claims, the potion rendered Aisling barely capable of registering the pain, and then only in a detached way. The pleasure of the touch of silver, however, blazed through him deliciously. In his fuzzy state of mind, the sensations traced through his swimming mind like a dream. He lay still however, as Gypsy has instructed, as the dragoness withdrew the needle from his nipple, touching the cloth to the wound to soak up the trickle of blood, and threaded a thick, wide ring of pure gold through the hole. The other nipple received the same treatment - carefully impaled, mopped up, threaded with gold - and Aisling was soon left with a matching pair of glittering nipple rings. Gypsy didn't stop there, though - from the nipples she moved on to Aisling's navel, leaving a smaller but no less shiny ring set in his belly button. This ring had a pair of fine gold chains attached to it, with which she strung the navel ring to the nipple rings. A third, shorter chain connected the nipple rings themselves and she closed them, leaving all three piercings entwined in a loop of finest gold.
Even this level of ornamentation didn't satisfy Gypsy, though. She continued to pierce Aisling's body in various places - jewel-encrusted barbells and gold rings were put in his fluffy ears - the latter of which were chained to the ring in his nose just like his nipples - and his eyebrows were also graced with barbells. His lower lip was lined with little ruby studs, surrounding the snakebite piercings that crowned his lip... Every part of his body that could comfortably accomodate some manner of jewellery was duly pierced, but perhaps most ambitiously ornamented was his member - running along the length of Aisling's cock were jewel-encrusted studs, like cufflinks, from which yet more chains were strung, hanging between the studs and leading up to the Prince Albert ring run through the cocktip.
By this time, Aisling was starting to come out of his potion-induced haze and started to sense the world more clearly. His mind was still firmly anchored by Gypsy's enthralling magic, and the pleasure of the gold and jewels that were implanted in his anatomy. Gypsy's stock of healing potions had dealt with any pain or swelling from the piercings, leaving only the cold burn of the metal for Aisling to feel. So strong was his avaricious arousal that his cock stood stiffer than it ever had before, easily supporting the Prince Albert's weight. His hands touched his various piercings with reverent arousal, panting and moaning as he tugged gently on his chains and rings.
"Enjoying yourself, sweetie?" Gypsy's arms wrapped themselves around Aisling's breasts and her fingers ran along the chains hanging from each nipple. "Don't you feel pretty, with all this lovely, shiny gold in you?"
"Yes... ohh, yes... so pretty..." Aisling moaned, his fingers teasing at his piercings.
"Why don't I help you become even prettier? There's still a lot more room for jewellery on you..." With this, Gypsy took Aisling's hand and lifted hi to his feet. Around the couch had been piled a number of jewellery boxes, the first of which Gypsy opened. The boxes were piled with rings and necklaces of every kind, representing as great a stock of precious metals as a bank vault, and as wide a selection of gems as any mineral collection. She hemmed and hawed over the boxes' contents for a moment, before selecting a silver toe ring encrusted in sapphires and carefully popping it over Aisling's big toe, following it up with more such rings. With Aisling's toes each bearing at least two rings, she moved up to his ankles, clasping a pair of golden anklets around them. They were inlaid with ornate patterns of delicate filigree and little gems, and were so thick as to be almost like manacles. Gypsy continued up Aisling's legs, shuffling circlets up his legs into place around his thighs, before coming to his butthole. Smirking naughtily, she took from her stash a large gold object, a tapered cone with a little rounded ruby at the tip, thickening to the width of a fist at its base, with a handle bearing another larger ruby. The 24-karat buttplug was one of Gypsy's favourite toys, but she felt that perhaps she could share it with her new plaything. Her smirk broadened into a full grin, and she lifted Aisling's question-mark-curling tail. She held up the plug, its cold smooth surface shimmering in the torchlight, and touched its ruby tip to the enthralled kitty's tight hole. Aisling let out a low, blissful moan as she traced the red jewel around his ring... before shoving it up Aisling's butt, eliciting a sudden high-pitched yelp from the tiger. Aisling stood on his beringed toes, his tail stiff and arrow-straight, transfixed by the shock of the buttplug's insertion. Gypsy pressed a finger against the plug, holding it in against Aisling's puckered hole, before slowly pushing it home. It quivered gently against Aisling's twitching butthole, the kitty gasping and whimpering at the intrusion, before Gypsy pushed it all the way in. She fancied that it made a cute little "pop!" as it slid all the way in, but regardless it sat comfortably in Aisling's butthole, the glittering ruby framed wonderfully by his cute fuzzy buttocks.
"Surprised, sweetie?" Gypsy stood up, still grinning salaciously, and ran a hand along Aisling's cheek. His face was still locked in a expression of violated shock, with a little more than a hint of arousal, and he didn't reply with anything more than a little gasp. As Aisling recovered from his plugging, Gypsy continued festooning him with jewellery - armlets, bracelets and bangles were wrapped liberally around his arms, glittering with jewels, and were complemented with entire boxes of rings. So heavily adorned were Aisling's fingers that the digits themselves almost seemed to be jewel-encrusted, and every  motion of them brought forth a chorus of clinks. Around Aisling's neck, Gypsy clasped a thick gold collar, studded with silver D-rings, and piled a plentitude of torcs and necklaces in every style imaginable over it. Finally reaching his head, Gypsy threaded a handful of barrettes, attached earrings wherever she could between existing piercings, and finished the kitty's decoration with a diamond-studded tiara. She stood back to admire her work - Aisling positively gleamed and glittered, carrying a king's ransom in jewellery. Every movement he made called forth a chorus of soft clinking and clicks, music to the ears of the avaricious. Aisling looked down at himself, admiring all the metal and gems hanging from him.
"There we go - how do you feel, sweetie? Doesn't all that jewellery make you feel pretty, sexy?" Gypsy said, words heavy with hypnotic suggestion.
"Oh, yes..." Aisling moaned in pleasure, "so sexy..." His hand slid slowly down his tummy, lingering over his pierced belly button, making straight for his stiff, throbbing cock... but Gypsy's own hand intervened and held it back.
"Ah ah ah, not just yet sweetie..." Gypsy grinned, before pulling him along by the hand to a golden pedestal. She pushed Aisling into the centre of the dais, then released his hand.
"Go ahead, sweetie. Let out your pent-up tension," she said, lowering Aisling's hand to his cock. "Just close your eyes and enjoy it... feel all the gold, all the jewels... just do what comes naturally."
Aisling closed his eyes and entwined his fingers under the chains hanging from his cockstuds. The feeling of all his rings wrapped around his oh-so-sensitive member drew forth a shuddering gasp of pleasure, and he began slowly massaging his meat, his fingers working gently over the warm, throbbing organ. Rings clicked against studs, chains jingled, the mass of gold and jewels weighed on his appendages... with his newly planted fetish for treasure, pleasure built up in him like it never had before. His hand stroked across his cock, precious metal brushing along his flesh, and he panted in orgasmic bliss.
"It all feels so good, doesn't it?" Gypsy whispered to the fondling feline, walking around his pedestal. "All that gold and silver, all those gems, all manner of treasure... the weight of all that wealth surrounding you, embracing you... isn't it just the most wonderful feeling in the world?"
Aisling stammered a faint, gasping affirmative through his panting, still concentrating on his masturbating.
"The feeling of jewellery pressing against your skin - cold metal against warm flesh, hard gems against your hard cock... it's all you can do not to just cum right now, isn't it?"
Indeed, between his stimulation and the sensations of treasure, Aisling was teetering on the very brink of orgasm. It wouldn't be long now...
"Just a little more... keep going, let yourself be consumed by your gold... don't open your eyes until you cum..."
Aisling barely acknowledged Gypsy's words. His heart was pounding in his ears, his jewellery was rubbing against his member... he gasped and panted, rubbed and squeezed, clinked and jingled... he kept going, the pressure of his pleasure building to breaking point... until, at last, the dam broke, and he opened his eyes, to see Gypsy's eyes before him--
Gypsy stared deep into Aisling's eyes as they shot open, and in an instant the spell took effect. Radiating out from his pupils, a wave of gold spread out across his face, freezing it in the gasp of climax. The golden border moved with lightning speed over his head, claiming his hair and surging down his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms, covering his breasts and abdomen, over his hips and along his cock, and finally down his legs and tail. His feet were last to be turned to gold, sealing the busty kitty to the pedestal, rendering him a statue of pure, gleaming gold.
Smiling in satisfaction, Gypsy leaned in and placed a hand on Aisling's chest. The warmth of the feline's organic body had already faded to the cold of bare metal, Gypsy's breath condensing mistily on the surface. She cocked an eyebrow and smirked into Aisling's blank unseeing eyes.
"Just a little something I learned from a gorgon I once knew," she explained to the statue. The frozen feline didn't offer a response, so Gypsy simply stepped back and admired her new ornament. Caught in the most compromising position, Aisling stood on his toes, the fingers of his free hand spread out, his cock-stroking hand clutched tightly around his thick, long cock - a cock which, Gypsy was especially amused to see, was now crowned at the tip, nestled above the Prince Albert ring, with a large white pearl. It served as the crown jewel of the hoard now permanently embedded in the gold that comprised this feline ornament.
Gypsy nodeed in the satisfaction of a job well done. It was certainly quite the creative use for those pesky dragonslayers, and this cute kitty looked even cuter in shiny gold. He'd be the prize of her collection for a long time to come...