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A Hate For The Ages

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

The presentation dinner was in full swing as Teryx took his seat with his group. The two-toned blue rain dragon adjusted his suit and tie, smiling and sharing a toast with the rest of his team as they waited for the winning proposal to be announced. Many other employees were passing by, either on their way to the dance floor or coming back from it to get more of the drinks that were laid out on the table a few feet behind him.

For his part, he was feeling confident. His team's proposal had been worked on, spiffed up, and improved for the last six months. They'd been working non-stop on a water-delivery system that would have the company saving thousands, if not millions, of dollars in developing a new irrigation and neighborhood water system for one of those oil-rich countries out there, and while it might have had a few little cracks in it - namely, the need for an initial investment for material that was a little high for the project - it was still miles ahead of anything else that he'd heard being tossed around the office. He was sure that they would have the edge over everyone else.

Especially Peter's team, he thought, looking over to the side. An African wild dog stood at a table about five groups over, doing similar to him but with a more boisterous air and with a little more...volume. Even from here, he could make out what the canine was saying, bragging about how their project was going to blow everyone else out of the water, and they'd all enjoy the cruise tickets that'd be handed out afterwards.

Fat chance, Peter. That prize is mine, this time.

He smiled, sipping at his champagne as the music finally stopped. An announcement was passed through the room, asking everyone to return to their tables so that they present the winners with their prizes. People ambled off, and Teryx downed the rest of his drink so that he didn't have to take a glass up to the stage with him. He gave one more grin at his group, patting the hand of the rat at his side, and looked up at the stage.

The company VP, a giraffe named Hubert, stepped up to the microphone. He cleared his throat twice, and smiled.

"Good evening, everyone. As always, I'm so very happy that all of you were able to make it to the company dance and the presentation dinner. It's always good to see such an eager group to work with, and so many people that have put so much effort into improving our company and giving us new ideas to invest in and work with. For the last twenty years, everyone in this room has been involved in making us the powerhouse of the industry that we are today, and for that, I thank you."

There was a polite round of applause that Teryx joined in on, but nobody was paying that much attention to the thanks at this point. They were all waiting for the good part, and Hubert seemed to realize that. He cleared his throat, turning to the screen behind him.

"Now, it was a difficult judging period this year, as there were many good projects. But there was one clear winner among you. One group that had a brilliant idea from start to finish, and that group was..."

Teryx started to stand.

"Peter Taggert's team. Please, step forward, everyone."

...What?

The rain dragon was left half-standing, half-sitting, staring in shock as his rival stepped up to the stage. The spotted dog was grinning as he shook his hands with the VP, and as Hubert left the stage, the canine took the projector remote with a chuckle.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone. I was hoping that we'd win - though, really, was there ever any doubt when I was the one at the helm?"

The crowd didn't laugh, save for a few polite chuckles here and there. They just stared at him, while Teryx was reduced to glaring. How? How had this happened? What sort of project could they have possibly come up with that would have been anywhere near as profitable or as good for people as the one his group had done?

"Now, as you can see."

Peter pressed the button, and Teryx's jaw dropped. The opening graphic was exactly the same as his group's, except with the wording slipped around a bit. A couple more clicks, and there was no doubt. It was the same project that he had been busting his ass over for the last few months. His group turned to stare at him, wordlessly asking him what was going on. He didn't have any answers for them, not for Tom the rat, not for Roscoe the Doberman, not for Hanna the vixen, not for any of them.

As the presentation went on, with no changes save for the fact that Peter had found an initial donor, Teryx slowly pulled himself out of his seat and wandered around the tables. He was in a daze, but not enough of one to keep himself from seeking out the VP. Hubert was off to the side, just past the rest of the group. He grabbed the giraffe by the arm, shaking him a few times.

"What's going on?! This is unfair!"

"Unfair? Teryx, what do you think what you did was?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you get the memo? You and your group were disqualified for plagiarism."

"For...are you kidding me?!"

"Peter submitted his project a week before yours. He had it all ready for presentation tonight over a week ago. There's no way that you could have had the same project to this degree."

"But I've been working on this since -"

"End of discussion, Teryx. I'm sorry, but I am very disappointed in your work ethic. I was hoping for something astounding from you, not a cheap copy of what someone else had done."

The rain dragon shuddered, rage building up from the very bottom of his being. He couldn't believe this. This...this was insane. His team had been working day and night, on and off duty, to come up with something spectacular, and not only had it been stolen out from under their noses, but they were blamed for plagiarizing it? They were flat-out disqualified?

This...this is impossible. There's no way that this actually happened. We're not...we're not...

Teryx wobbled as he walked, trying to pull himself together. He didn't return to his group's table. Half of them were already gone, and the other half were staring at him in defeat. Moving past them, he made his way to the drink table, picking up a good five glasses of champagne. He felt like he was going to need each and every one by the time that the night was over.

It was torture being in the same room as Peter as he went on and on, droning through the plane that Teryx had slaved over, and getting some of the details wrong. Horrible jokes about the people they'd be helping were thrown in, and even a few lines about how they could maybe improve that part of the world a bit by denying the 'fags' some of the water so that they could go somewhere else.

Fucking prick...fucking...asshole...

Teryx's thoughts were getting more and more sloshed about as he kept downing drinks, his head aching and his body feeling like it was about to fall over just from standing still. He was on his eighth drink...or his tenth...maybe even his twelfth, he couldn't remember. All he knew was that he was consistently drinking as he looked up at the stage, his eyes blurring as he glared at his rival.

Finally, the wild dog pointed down towards him, and the audience turned.

"Of course, I should thank Teryx out there for giving me the motivation for getting this project done. After all, couldn't have someone like him being the winning face of the company, could we?"

It took everything he had not to throw the wine glass at the stage for that. Not only because he'd miss, but because it'd only make the canine look right.

Storming out of the room as the speech came to a close and the tickets for the cruise were handed out, Teryx fought tears of rage. Being kicked out of a competition due to someone else cheating was one thing. Getting pulled out and publicly humiliated like that was something else entirely, and it was something that he couldn't stand for. He couldn't just stay there and take it, not when he'd already had to put up with it throughout the year.

Flashes of memory slipped by, from the way that Peter had used executive privilege to mess with the mail for his team's projects, from the way that the dog had come by and mocked him for all the one-night stands that he'd been through lately, for getting called 'fag' and other less than pleasant names every time that he passed by the dog. Every single interaction that he'd had with Peter had been bad, and some had been downright horrible.

He had to lean against the hallway wall as he made his way to the bathroom, panting softly as he tried to get a grip on himself. The alcohol was making that particularly difficult at that point and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself. Every fiber of his body just wanted to beat the hell out of his rival, wanted to put Peter in the ground and then dance on his grave. Or piss on it, as his bladder was desperately telling him that it needed to do. He groaned, clenching down as much as he could as he kept wobbling towards the bathroom.

Stupid Peter...cheated...then tries to make me...look like the cheater...what a fuck...what a...what a cunt...

Teryx pushed the bathroom door open, shaking his head a few times. Everything was spinning. He remembered getting his water changed with ink at one of the meetings, making him spit on his notes and getting kicked out, only for Peter to continue with the presentation and earning all the accolades that should have been his. He remembered how the canine had been pushing every person in the office to do his work, to be his personal assistant, to do anything that he didn't want to do. The dog was a bully, and a very good one, at that.

He stumbled up to one of the urinals, clumsily pulling his zipper down before glaring at the drain. He imagined it looked like Peter's face, and started pissing all over it, barely keeping a grip on his dick as he had to lean forward to support himself in his drunken state.

Ugh, take that, you...you fuck...you fucking...fuck...

"Hehehe, what do we have here?"

Not now...please, not fucking now...

Slowly turning his head, he saw the dog walking over, brown fur with a few white spots here and there blurring in his eyes, as was the tuxedo that the other male was wearing. The dog walked right up to the urinal beside him, ignoring the etiquette of the mens' room entirely, and he growled under his breath.

"Pity that you didn't win, but really, fag, there was no way that you were gonna get that award. Not when it was something that I was gunning for."

"Piss off, Peter."

"Heh, no way. You think that you really matter to anyone here, you little shit? You think that you could ever get something that I wanted, when I actually try?"

"You didn't try for a goddamn thing. You just...you just took everything that my team made."

"Heh, if I did, there's no way that you can prove it."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Well, fag, just wanted to rub your nose in it. Though if you really wanted to rub your nose in something, bet ya that there's someone out there that'd give you a pity fuck. Course, you'd have to bend over for that. Never had to do that myself, with what I got, but with that little pin-dick you're sporting, no wonder you never get more than a night."

"FUCK YOU!"

Teryx leaped at the wild dog, throwing him to the ground. It wasn't much of a throw, due to how drunk he was, and he missed his tackle, landing on the tiles of the bathroom. Peter rolled over, pulling back a fist, and then they really got into it.

Nobody interrupted them, and the brawl was nowhere near as satisfying as Teryx had hoped it would be. They managed to get a couple of blows in on each other, but each time, it was nothing more than a light, glancing punch or a little clawing mark on each other's face. There were snaps as buttons and other things went flying, but neither of them were seriously hurt by the time that Peter rolled away, brushing his hair back and chuckling.

"Fucking fairy. Can't even fight properly."

Teryx groaned as he finally pulled himself to all fours rather than flat on his back, hearing the door open and close as the dog left the room. He didn't bother to watch him leave, more focused on the fact that he was still on the ground, that he hadn't managed to make much of a mark on his rival, even then.

I'm drunk, he's not, he told himself, though he wondered if that was even much of a factor. All that mattered was that he was still the wounded party here, and he hadn't gotten anything to make up for all the pain and suffering he'd gone through that night.

He was starting to pull himself to his feet when he noticed something on the ground, though. He reached out, pulling the strange wooden charm off of the tiles. It wasn't something that belonged to him, and he hadn't noticed it when he'd walked in. Must have belonged to Peter, come loose in the scuffle or something.

Heh...he'll probably want this back sometime. I'll just...hang onto it for him.

Teryx stood up, putting it around his neck for the moment. It was comfortable enough, and he didn't mind the feeling of it against his throat. Splashing some water on his face, he left the bathroom, starting the long walk down to the taxi lot.

#

He woke up the next morning feeling incredibly drained, and not pleasantly so in the way that he usually did after a little bit of a bender. He looked around, wondering where he was; it wasn't his usual bedroom, or even his usual bed, so he obviously hadn't gone back to his own place. Had someone at the party grabbed him on the way to the taxi lot, or...

Ugh...gotta...gotta get up and see where I went.

He stumbled out of bed, feeling clumsy as all fuck as he moved around. It was like he was swinging swollen arms and legs around, and everything felt different. He almost banged his head off of the doorframe for the bedroom, something that he'd never done before, and his balance felt shot to shit, almost like he wasn't getting the same sort of support that he usually did.

How much did I drink last night? This doesn't feel right...at all...

Stumbling along, he found his way to the bathroom and opened the door. A dim silhouette greeted him in the mirror, and he fumbled for the light switch. He flicked it up -

"HOLY FUCK!"

Immediately, he jumped back. It wasn't him in the mirror, but the wild dog. Peter was staring back at him, shirtless, in boxers, with nothing else to him but his own muscles and...

Fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

Teryx, in Peter's body, ran out of the bathroom and down the hallway. The layout was more familiar now, like his own apartment, but reversed, and with hardwood floor rather than carpet. He ripped his front door open, looked out into the familiar hallway of his own apartment and ran for the door right across the way. The door to his own, his real apartment.

He hammered on the door, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Let me in! You motherfucker, let me in there right now!"

"Ugh..."

The grunt on the other side was just loud enough for him to hear, as well as a few other little phrases. Something about 'wasn't supposed to happen' caught his attention for a moment, but he was a little too preoccupied about being in the wrong body to care too much about that at the time.

Finally, the door opened, and he looked down at himself. The familiar dark blue scales on his head, the lighter blue running down his jaw and his neck, the golden mane on his neck. It was all there, but it was looking up at him rather than out of a mirror at him, and the necklace was around his scaly neck.

"Fag...what the fuck did you do?"

"You're calling me that, now?"

He glanced down at his body, hardly believing that it was throbbing hard. Was...was he that small, in comparison to the wild dog? He'd always thought that he was pretty big, but it was seriously weird to look down at himself and see it not quite measuring up to what he was used to.

The dragon pulled him in, and slammed the door shut behind them.

"What the fuck did you do, fag? Huh? What the fuck did you do with my necklace?"

"You're the one that fucking left it there, Peter."

"After you started a fight."

"After you pinned me down as a cheater, and humiliated me in front of everyone, for no reason!"

The next shove from the dragon was the last straw. He grabbed his own body by the wrists and spun it around, shoving Peter up against the wall. Growling in annoyance, he pinned his body against the hallway wall, making sure that it couldn't move.

"Look...what...the hell...happened?"

"I don't know. That necklace isn't supposed to do this."

"What's it supposed to do?"

"Good luck, mostly. It's got me this far."

"Figures. You never did do any of the work, you just got the good luck to look good for what other people did."

"Hey, I still had to figure out how to use the stuff that came to me. Let me go, you fag. I don't want anything from you."

"Uh-huh."

Teryx let him go, still trying to get used to the bigger body he was in. Even just holding his own body down, he could feel the sheer power that went through the canine arms and legs. No wonder he'd never intimidated the other man. His body was positively puny compared to what Peter's could do.

Just what does he have, anyway, if he's calling my dick a pin-dick?

He started to reach down for his boxers, but Peter reached out, grabbing him by the wrist and stopping him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Hey, you got mine out."

"Your body is as gay as the day is long. It's not my fault that it's hard. I'm not into this. Your body is."

"Uh-huh. And that's fair in what universe?"

"I'm not letting you yank my dick out just so you can play with it. Just because you've been dreaming of getting a good look at it -"

"Fat chance, Peter. I've never thought about it until you started making all the comparisons."

He shoved the scaly hands away, and just yanked the boxers down. 'His' cock flopped out, and he stared at it.

Even though it wasn't hard, the thick length spilling out of his sheath was at least as long as the erection pointing at him. He didn't think that sort of thing was possible, not in a dog, at least, but good lord, it was big enough to make him want to know just how many people had been split in half by it. The stupid thing looked like it could get even bigger, throbbing upwards to make someone really groan and moan like a bitch.

Peter was blushing in his body, and he grinned to himself. He turned, letting the cock flop around.

"You like what you're seeing?"

"Put my dick away!"

"Make me."

"You think I can do anything with your weak body?"

"I think that you don't really want to right now."

"That's your body's fault! I ain't a fairy like you."

Rolling his eyes, Teryx went along with it for the moment, putting the dick back in his boxers. It was probably not the time for it, anyway, considering the situation.

He thought about it. They were stuck in each other's bodies for the moment, and who knew when, or if, that would change again. The both of them had work to do, and he was pretty sure that neither of them would look good if they called out at this point. Hangover or not, the pair of them were known for being there every day, even if he was damn sure that Peter was one for making people miserable when he was hungover.

"Okay, look. We can't just hang around here all day."

"You got that right."

"We'll go into work, we try to get our jobs done. If we hit an emergency, we have to call out. We don't try and make things work when we don't understand what's going on, we just hit the panic button and go home. BUT. We try."

"Heh, you sure that you can do anything? I'm getting the easy job, getting whatever you got."

"You think that? I'm pretty sure that I'm getting the easy half."

"We'll see, dragon, we'll see. But don't you go fucking any of my boys. I'm not going to get my body back and find out that everyone else in the office is some ass-humping fag that's waiting to get at my tail."

"Peter?"

"What?"

"Shut up."

#

Teryx arrived at the office in a suit that felt too tight, and he was starting to see why Peter had had such an intimidating presence for most people. He was wearing clothes that were intentionally too small for him, which made him look even bigger than he was. The former dragon shook his head as he got out of his car, making his way up the steps of the office building to the elevator. A few people tried to join him before he went up, but he forced the doors to close, smirking at them as he did.

Gotta keep up appearances, after all, he thought with a chuckle.

When he arrived at Peter's office, he was surprised to find that everyone was already hard at work, getting down to other projects. He skimmed over a couple of them, noticing that there were some of the details on the presentation Peter had presented that weren't as worked out as the team had made it look, and he rolled his eyes.

Of course. He took the presentation, but not the mathematics of how it works. He thought he'd get away with it later.

The wild dog 'accidentally' bumped someone's cup of coffee, spilling it over the scratch paper that they were using, and laughed as he walked away. The whole room groaned at him, but nobody bothered to stand up and make a scene. It was like he was completely invincible around them.

Despite enjoying having the power to make people miserable - particularly those that had ruined his own efforts - he wasn't feeling that inclined to stick around the office. As the day went on, he made several trips down to his own section of the building, hoping that Peter wasn't screwing up his own job too much, only to find that Peter was never there. His former team greeted him with heated glares every time that he showed his face - something that gave him a sense of relief - but Peter was never there to see him himself.

It was a bit of a mystery, and one that persisted all the way to lunch time. He stayed in his office as the other men of his team left, leaning on his fist as he thought about the whole thing.

I'm in another body. That means that I can do pretty much whatever I want, and Peter will pay the consequences. But that means...well, how long am I going to be stuck in here, for one? If I don't know when I'm going to be getting out, how do I actually make sure that I know when to stop? How do I know when things are going to revert?

He would have to be a bit more careful, he supposed. No need to start getting people too pissed off with him if he could avoid it. Not when he didn't know if he'd have to go through the consequences after all.

It was about ten minutes into lunch when he heard a knock at the door. He looked up, blinking as he saw Hanna, the vixen from his team. Forgetting himself for a second, he waved for her to come in.

No sooner had she shut the door than she was grinning up a storm, walking over and sitting on his desk with her legs spread, showing off a wet pair of panties beneath her skirt.

"Mmmm, you were right. You won last night, and now, we get to have that cruise all to ourselves."

Hanna? She was the one that handed over everything?

In hindsight, it made perfect sense. She was the one that had been working on the presentation for the visuals, and had been the one with those files. Teryx had kept all the actual details to himself, so that he had the notes ready for talking through the different parts of the presentation, and the mathematics to give to the people in charge, as well as the minutia that would be required to make the project work. There was a chance that he could still flip this.

But the fact that Hanna had done this...

She leaned forward when he didn't react, smiling at him as she stroked a hand along his head.

"Mmmm, still feeling tired, honey? I know just how to take care of that. You just lean back and let this vixen get to work."

She slipped off of his desk, getting down on her knees and undoing his pants. Teryx could hardly believe that someone from his department had crossed the lines to this degree, but for all that he wanted to rage at her, for all that he wanted to go storm dragon on her ass, he just sat there...because he wanted to enjoy this.

He had nothing in his heart for females, no need for them and no attraction, but looking down at the vixen, it wasn't that hard to convince himself that she was just a cross-dressing fox, someone femmy that had dressed up to enjoy himself, and was about to give him a hell of a blowjob.

Hell, I'll get to see just how big Peter is, after all.

He grinned at her, resting his hand on her head as the vixen started to unzip him. Hanna pulled out his cock, dragging it free and giving it a few licks. Her tongue-work wasn't that bad, though it could have a little more firmness, he felt.

Still, she was working him up good, and his floppy cock started throbbing as it got harder and harder, standing up firmer and firmer the more that she licked him. He groaned, watching the inches pile onto the dog's cock, and grinned as it passed his own length as a dragon. No wonder it was something that had tempted Hanna. Much as he hated to admit it, he would have been tempted by this mountain of cock.

Finally, it was fully hard, a knot at the base forming and swelling up as it passed twelve inches in size. It was pointed and hard, dripping as she started taking it into her mouth. He forced her to look down, not letting her look up at him or letting him see her breasts.

Just a fox in a dress, just a fox in a dress, he told himself, and he throbbed all the harder.

She bobbed her head quickly and eagerly, forcing his cock deep into her mouth with every thrust of her face. It was like feeling his shaft getting swallowed up by a guy whose favorite treat was a dick, and he loved it. In and out, in and out, her lips pressing down against his knot in short order. She was quite the cock-sucker, he realized. Better than most, to take that much meat at once.

Teryx leaned his head back, focusing on the sensation as he imagined the fox beneath him not as a more curvy vixen, but as a big-bottomed fox that was just sucking away like the little slut that he was. He groaned, his fingers curling through Hanna's hair as he thought about the fox having his own cock throbbing, pulsing against the front of a rather strained thong, and grinned to himself as his cock throbbed all the harder for it. He moaned, and Hanna sucked harder, deeper.

It didn't take long after that for him to blow a load down her throat, and she quickly stood up, licking her lips.

"Mmmm, I'm glad that you still have all that pent-up excitement for me. It's going to be good to get on that cruise with you. All the time in the world to do everything that we want with each other."

"Heh...yes..."

He watched her go, and then pulled himself to his feet. He had something else to do, now, something much more important.

This time, when he arrived at his offices, he pushed right past his former coworkers, and spotted 'Teryx' stepping out of the copy-room with one of the delivery guys that sometimes came around for lunch and other goods. The bull walked by, and Peter stared up at him.

"Can I help you?"

"Alright, 'fag.'" It burned his lips to say that word, but he had to keep role. "You and me need to have a talk."

He marched the blue dragon back into the copy room, and pushed one of the machines over the door, keeping it from opening again. As he turned around, he saw that his body was disheveled, his suit all mussed, and the air...the air smelled like musk.

"You...you've been using my body to..."

"It's not my fault! You're so slutty, and I can't stop it. It's like it's constantly begging for dick."

Teryx could hardly believe what he was hearing. Here he was, trying to pretend to be a straight guy in a straight body, and Peter had the gall, the unmitigated gall, to say that the body was forcing him to do something. If that was the case, he would have been completely fine with getting a blowjob from a woman, but no, he'd had to force himself to think of a guy.

You...little...piece of shit...

With a growl that rattled through his teeth, Teryx threw his old body to the ground, stomping a shiny shoe over the dragon's neck to keep him pinned. He reached down, pulling at the buckles of his pants, even as Peter gasped and groaned under him. Ripping them and the underwear down, he saw cum spilling out between his scaly ass cheeks.

"You piece of...You actually went around and started sleeping with delivery guys, just because you think I'm that slutty?"

"Fuck...aren't you?"

"No!"

He spun the dragon around, shoving him up against the wall, forcing his scaly tail up to look at the damage to his own ass. It was considerable. Peter must have been sleeping with at least five other guys, just since he got to work today, and Teryx knew that even if he got his body back tonight, there was no getting around the fact that he'd been left gaping enough for his body to need a week or more to recover.

That growl came back, but more than that, his cock throbbed in its own need. That blowjob had barely done a damn thing for him, unsatisfying as it was to have a female doing it. That ass, filled with cum, dripping with its own lube, was perfect...and what better way to teach Peter a lesson than to put him under the guy he'd fucked over?

He unzipped himself, and Peter gasped.

"No, don't you...don't you fucking dare! I'll shout for someone, they'll see."

"Heh, what will they see, Peter? The homophobe fucking the 'fag?'"

The dragon body went still under him, and he pushed it further, grinning as he pulled his cock out, rubbing the hardening length between his own scaly ass cheeks. They were softer than he expected, fuller. He was used to having more fun on top, but this...mmm, he could see why some people would have been staring at him, thinking how he would have been a good little slut on the bottom, too.

"You want people to see 'you' fucking 'me,' hmm? You want to call out, make everyone see you as a fag, too? To see you fucking the person that you've been making fun of, bullying, all this time? You want them to see you like that?"

"..."

"Thought not."

He pushed his cock forward, the head barely pushing past the spread rim beneath him. The smell of five other males reached his nose, and he growled again. How dare Peter do this? How dare he ruin his life in the company, and then go even further as to ruin what little reputation that he had left? How dare he...how fucking dare he?!

He rammed forward, harder, faster, deeper than he'd meant, but it felt so good. He buried his cock in that ass, feeling it twitching, spasming weakly around him as Peter started groaning, the dragon biting his arm as Teryx started humping, grinding his knot against that loose hole.

It didn't take long to get the full length of his cock, sans knot, deep in his old body. With all those fucks from earlier, it was waiting for a real cock, for a big one, and much as he hated Peter, the dog's body had the biggest cock that he'd ever played with. He sawed himself back and forth, forcing himself to take it slow, to make Peter feel every damn inch of the humiliation that he'd earned.

"You feel that, you little bitch? Do you feel how it feels to be on the bottom for real? You know how it feels right now? That's nothing compared to everything else you're going to be going through."

He pulled the tickets from his pocket, waving them around in front of the dragon's face. His rival glared back, staring at them.

"Hanna thinks that she's getting these, you know that?"

"You...she..."

"That's right. She came right up to your office, and started sucking me off. Not you, me."

The dragon under him shivered, that hole clamping down around his cock, and he smirked.

"Yeah, that's right. She was sucking off the fag. I'm getting what you were getting. You tried to take everything away from me. So, now, I'm going to take everything away from you. Your dignity. Your life. Everything. From now on, you are my bitch."

Teryx growled deep in his throat, the body's instincts begging him to seed that hole, to fuck it full, to make it drool with his cum and his scent. It was such an appealing idea, something that he wanted to do so badly that he just went with it. He started thrusting harder, faster, grinding the dragon up against the wall, making it hard and even a little painful for his old body, but he didn't care. That spasming hole around his cock was just making it better and better with each successive thrust.

In and out, in and out, each time ramming that knot against that loose pucker, making it throb and push back against him, trying to keep it out. He smirked as he imagined just how pointless that was. His body was so many times stronger than his old one, and Peter was helpless to stop him.

He growled in anger and satisfaction as he let out all his rage and anger in the pummeling thrusts, each one bruisingly hard against his scaly rump. He could tell there'd be bruises later, but he didn't care. Peter was going to learn his fucking place, was going to get it for all the abuse that he'd put him through over the years.

In, out, in, out, his knot throbbing harder than ever, on the verge of popping in. Teryx leaned forward, growling as the little dragon throbbed and moaned in his grip, Peter getting overwhelmed by the forced fuck.

Looks like Mr. Straight as an Arrow was hiding in the closet the whole time, he thought. Well, he's never going to forget...this!

He popped the knot in, and Peter let out a whimpering whine, the dragon's cock pulsing and spitting cum all over the wall. Teryx grinned, rough, blunt claws scraping over the dragon's hips as he pumped his seed all over the inside of his own ass. He could feel each splatter inside, the way that it filled his old body up and then pushed back against the bigger knot and cock that he had now. The heat, the warmth, the sliminess...it was all so good.

Teryx flicked the tickets back and forth again.

"You see these, slut? These are the tickets that you stole from me. Well, I'm not going to be a complete ass about it...You'll still get one of them, but I get the other. Hanna's not going anywhere, and when we get back from the cruise, you're going to fire her. But until then...you are going to come with me as a little toy. A little plaything. And I'm going to make you learn exactly where you belong."

Rage and terror in equal measure stared out at him from his old eyes, and Teryx smiled as he pulled his cock back. He felt his old rim straining to keep it inside, that thick knot too big for his old body to just let go of, but hey, it wasn't him in the body anymore. He could enjoy it as much as he liked. Teryx pulled, pulled, and pulled some more, watching as the slight pinkness of his hole was forced to distend, stretching outwards between his ass cheeks before -

POP!

The dragon beneath him gasped, arching his back and whimpering in pain. A flood of cum came shooting out, far more than when he'd pulled the dragon's pants off earlier, and he grinned as the air filled with the scent of dog musk.

No, with the scent of his musk.

As Peter looked up at him, trying to summon some sort of superiority in his eyes, Teryx just grabbed his slimy cock and slapped it across the dragon's face. He did it twice before grabbing Peter by the head, turning him to stare at the cum stain on the wall.

"You did that. You came, and you came HARD, from getting your ass fucked by me. You called me a fag. What are you?"

"It's...it's your..."

"It isn't your body, Peter. I couldn't get off with Hanna until I started thinking of her as a guy. All this stuff, with all these men? Heh, it's never been anything from the body. It's all down to how you thought it'd be. You started offering yourself and getting horny for men because you finally had the freedom to."

"You mean...you mean I didn't..."

"Didn't have to get fucked?"

Teryx smacked his dick over his old body, watching the cum go flying off.

"Not until now. From now on, you are going to be my little bitch. I'm starting to see the appeal, from up here. Now, open wide, you slut."

He forced Peter to open wide, and thrust forward. The heat of his mouth, the warmth of his throat, was just what he imagined it would be. After sucking other men before fucking them, he was well aware of how good his mouth was. Now, he could experience it first hand. As he slammed his cock in and out, forcing his former rival to suck him off, he could see the twitching of his old cock down below.

Heh, he's going to be a good dragon slut for me...and I'm going to really enjoy breaking him on the cruise. After all, Teryx was still pissed, and he had a lot of anger to vent before he was done.

The End