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They were finished, but the crowd demanded that they go on. Vix smiled and looked to each of her band members, giving each one of them a look that they returned with solemn nods. Normally they walked off the stage at this point and let the crowd ask for them, call for them, beg for them, but Vix felt a little more adventurous tonight. The show wasn't over until she decided it was over, and she didn't want to stick to standard. She looked out to the crowd and sensed they didn't want her to either, and why would they? They had come to this venue for her, her voice, her enthusiasm, and probably more than few had come to watch her move her shapely body on stage as she belted out her songs, not that she minded this at all. True to her stage name, she was a vixen, and an admittedly attractive one at that. It was part of the package and a part of her that she wasn't afraid to show. She saw a few leering gazes in the crowd, and she smirked as she wondered how many of them would dream of her tonight in positions she would never agree to. Mostly though, she saw excitement in the eyes of the crowd, along with want, want for more of the music, but most of all want for more of her and she sure would give it to them.

Before she resumed the show, however, she paused as she caught sight of a pair of eyes that didn't stare at her with lust or desire for more music. There was a well dressed dragon that stood tall in the middle of the crowd and, though it was dark in the venue, his obsidian scales seemed to glow with their own light that set him apart from the other shadowed individuals who made up the crowd. His golden slitted eyes regarded her with curiosity that she thought could only come from a cat and yet was present in his gaze. He smiled when he noticed her staring at him, and Vix didn't look away but instead kept on staring. She felt the same glimmer of curiosity flicker in her as she looked at him, wondering who he was and why he excited her so. She'd dated dragons before--they were nothing special after the first one--and she had long sworn off sleeping or interacting too heavily with those who came to her concerts, so she wondered what she saw in this tall, dark, and absolutely handsome dragon that was so different than the other members of the crowd that leered at her covered breasts, tail, and uniquely dark grey fur. She supposed it was that curiosity as if she was something unique, but not an object of lust, but a spectacle to be studied, like a star in the sky.

"Vix?" Barth asked as she rolled her eyes at her at last thought. "Are we gonna-?"

Vix nodded and looked away from the dragon, focusing on the rest of the crowd. They stirred restlessly and she realized she was part of their unease. She flashed a smile to them.

"Oh alright," she said into her mic. "We'll go on, just for you!"

The crowd cheered, and she started into a song that she hadn't sung for months and that they had never performed on stage. Her bandmates didn't so much as hesitate, their instruments mixing with her voice into a melody so well performed that it was as if they had spent years practicing for just this moment. Vix sang and the crowd was enthralled, cheering and jumping and waving lighters to urge her on, not that she needed their encouragement. She sang and sang, moving this way and that on stage to a rhythm only she could truly feel. She barely heard the crowd now, so caught up in the song and her voice until she caught sight of that same dragon again, standing still amongst the enthusiastic crowd. He nodded at her and she felt excitement at that nod. Then he was lost to the crowd, and when she tried to find him again, she couldn't spot his dark draconic shape among the mostly mammalian composition of the crowd. She shrugged slightly as she moved onto the next song, mind moving to different matters. She was here to give them a show, not stare at a strangely attractive dragon, and what a show she was giving them. Maybe, she hoped, he was some kind of talent agent, one that could get her band out of their current rut, but this thought was pushed aside as she focused solely on the performance, though the curiosity he had instilled in her remained. When she had sung the last of the encore, when her guitarist had strummed the last note, when the crowd was cheering and shouting and applauding for "Vix, Vix, Vix!", she was looking for him, but he simply wasn't there. She was a little disappointed, hoping she could see him nod one more time, but shook it off as she joined her band in bowing and thanking the crowd for coming before cheerfully reminding them that their merch was on sale at the entrance. Then the show was over and she shuffled off, enthused but unsatisfied.

*

"Vix?"

Vix looked up from the mirror and saw that Barth, their bassist stood in her doorway with a question in his ermine eyes. She sat back in her chair and tilted her head.

"What?" she said.

"You coming?" he asked. "Me and Drum are about to head out to Boon's. Did you want to come? Everything's been put up and El's out selling the merch so..."

His voice trailed off.

"Oh." Vix blinked. "I..." she shook her head. "Not tonight. I want to keep a clear head."

"Keep a clear head?" Barth guffawed. "Vix, you drink like the--"

"Best, I know," she smirked, then sighed. "But leave that to the rest. Er, I'll leave that to you and Drum."

"You sure?" Barth asked. "Is everything ok? Usually you--"

"Did you see a dragon?" Vix asked, suddenly standing.

"A dragon?" It was Barth's turn to blink. "Yeah, there were a few in the crowd, always is. Why? Did one look at you funny? Someone I need to be looking out for to serve up the Barth special?"

"No, no," Vix laughed. "No knuckle sandwiches tonight. It was... he had dark scales and gold eyes and--"

"Dark scales and gold eyes..." Barth murmured, then shrugged. "I don't know, Vix. That sounds like half the dragons that you've banged."

"Barth!"

"What?" Barth held up his paws. "There was that one pilot, right? Or so he claimed, with the smooth voice and dark scales and gold eyes that you spent that one night with, yeah? Say..." He smiled. "Did he ever take you on that ride? Though, from the noise that night..."

"Barth!" Vix shouted again, blushing.

"That's my name!" the weasel said. "Come on, Vix, what's the matter? Are you really bothered about a dragon? Was it that same one?"

"No, no," Vix said, shaking her head. "It was..." She shrugged. "I don't know who he was."

"Whoever he is, he's probably not hanging out in a backstage room. He's probably going to be drinking with the rest of us so..." Barth waved to the door. "Are you coming?"

"No thanks," she said. "I don't really want to go out and find him."

"What?" Barth snorted. "You want him to come and find you?" He laughed and shook his head. "Whatever, Vix. Have fun....doing whatever you're doing back here." He started towards the door, then paused. "Oh, you were amazing tonight, by the way."

"Thanks, Barth," Vix said. "We were amazing tonight."

Barth nodded and then the weasel disappeared out the door. Vix sighed as she watched him go. She wondered what was her plan for tonight as she sat down. She had just performed a splendid show, so she felt like she should celebrate but...something kept her in place. She laughed softly. Was she really expecting the dragon to, as Barth said, come and find her? It was ridiculous, and yet--

"Vix?"

"What is it, Barth?" Vix said. "You're not going to convince me to--"

She looked up, and the rest of the words she meant to say tumbled into silence. She stood as she saw that there was a dark scaled, well dressed dragon leaning against the doorway. He backed up as she looked at him.

"My apologies," he said, holding up his finely manicured claws. His voice was deep and calm, and she wasn't sure how she had mistaken it for Barth. "But..." He put his claws down and regarded her with that same curiosity he had possessed earlier. "You are Vix, aren't you?"

"I--" Vix laughed. "I am Vix. At least, that's my stage name."

"Oh?" The curiosity in the dragon's eye sparked. "Should I call you something else?"

"Maybe if you buy me a drink first." Vix replied, then shook her head. "That was a joke. No, no, just call me Vix and..."

She frowned as she looked over the dragon. She was tall for a vixen, only a couple inches from six feet herself, but he was certainly taller than her by at least half a foot and that wasn't counting his wings that he kept folded behind him. Still, she didn't feel intimidated in the least, even if he did have to crane his neck to look down his long, slightly jagged snout at her, and the arms he had folded across his chest were well muscled. She had handled bigger boys than him with a well aimed kick, but right now her body wasn't screaming flight or fight. He seemed so calm that she felt calm too, and he also seemed to have some manners. He looked proper enough, his clothing remind of...why, it reminded her of what a stage magician would wear, clothes that were dark and well pressed, yet seemed to hold their own mysteries not so unlike their wearer. She shifted that frown to a smile as she felt that same curiosity take hold of her again.

"And what should I call you?" she asked. "You seem to know me; should I know you?"

The dragon chuckled and let his arms hang by his sides. He smiled at her, that jagged snout splitting to show his many sharp teeth, something she found more endearing than dangerous for whatever reason. Perhaps, she supposed, it was the warmth he held in his eyes that had sprang up to not entirely subsume their curiosity.

"I don't know you," the dragon said. "Only your name and..." the smile widened. "Your voice. A beautiful voice. Who doesn't know Vix?"

"Oh, plenty of people," Vix sighed. "Been a bit tougher lately, but you're not here to listen to me complain. You're here to--" She frowned. "You didn't tell me your name."

"I didn't, did I?" the dragon said, chuckling again. He executed a short bow. "I'm...well, some call me Tazlryn, but you can call me Taz for now."

"Tazlryn," Vix said, scratching her snout. "That sounds so familiar. I swear I've seen your name before, I--" she looked over his clothes again. "Are you actually a magician?"

"You are perceptive, aren't you?" Taz said. "And you haven't even seen any of my tricks!"

"But I have," Vix said. "Didn't you pull off your famous disappearing act earlier tonight?"

"Did I?" Taz's eyes glowed. "I was there for your whole show. I suppose I am not remarkable enough to be noticed."

"No, I--"

"Performed wonderfully," the dragon said. "I enjoyed it wholeheartedly, and I..." he shrugged. "I wanted to meet the woman behind the voice. There was strength in your song."

"What an odd compliment," Vix murmured. "You really came here just to say this? Actually..." she looked out the doorway. "How did you get here, anyways? Someone should have stopped you."

"Ah," Taz purred. "That was my infamous appearing act." He backed up. "I may leave if you wish. I truly did not mean to intrude."

"No, no," Vix said, stepping forward. "Don't go. I..."

Her voice trailed off, and the dragon regarded her with the curious stare.

"You?" he prompted. "You..."

"It's ok that you're here. I was...I was actually interested in you too."

"Oh?" The dragon's eyes widened as did his smile. "And why was that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Vix said. "Maybe because you're a tall, dark mysterious stranger? That also happens to be male?"

"Oh?" The dragon repeated. "And what does that mean?"

"That you're not just another fangirl or..." She shrugged. "Well, I suppose you could just be trying to get into my pants, but--"

Taz snorted. "No, no, nothing so simple. I admit I did not come here merely to compliment you. I also wanted to..." He tapped his claws together. "...invite you."

"Invite me? On what, a date?"

"No, my show. I am a magician. Tazlryn the Magnificent." He held up his claws, then dropped them and looked sheepishly around. "I thought that since I enjoyed your show, you might...well, you might enjoy mine. I'm performing tonight, just down the street. A five minute walk, if that."

"A magic show?" Vix asked incredulously. "No offense, but isn't that for children?"

"No, no," Taz said, shaking his snout and drawing a little closer to the vixen. " Though that's not an unfair assessment but it's for...well, let us say I have a select clientele. I amaze and astound."

"Do you?" Vix said, ears perking up, shivering slightly at their closer proximity.

"Yes," Taz said with a nod. He drew a little closer. "And I promise you I will arouse your amazement and astonishment if you attend."

"I don't know..." Vix murmured and the dragon drew back. She yawned despite herself.

"I understand," Taz said, his smile slipping away to a calm, solemn expression. "It was a long show and it's nearly late. You have other shows soon enough and not enough time to yourself. I do not blame you if you would like your time alone."

"No," Vix said. "It's not that, it's just that--"

"What? Did I unsettle you? I apologize, truly. I only meant to extend an offer, and you have no obligation to attend." He executed a half-bow. "I appreciate your time and I certainly appreciate your voice. You..." His eyes sparked. "Deserve the best."

"And so do you!" Vix said. "I'm sure magic isn't much better than music. Traveling, crowds, and weird fans who think you're as much of a goddess as a sex object." She frowned. "Maybe that last part doesn't apply. I mean--"

"I know what you mean," Taz said, the smile returning to his snout. "And I am already the best."

"Oh?" Vix said, smiling slyly. "The best I would like to see. Five minute walk, you say?"

"Yes," the dragon said with a nod. "Just down the street. The venue is The Show."

"The Show?" Vix laughed. "No wonder we couldn't get a late booking there. Alright, I'll come to your show. What does it cost?"

"For you?" Taz smirked. "Nothing. Just don't lose your ticket."

"Ticket?" Out of instinct, Vix reached into her pants' pockets and found something besides her wallet and keys, a solid slip of paper that she withdrew and looked down at. "The Show--Tazlyrn the Magnificent. Admit One." She looked up to the dragon. "When did this get here?"

"Ah, ah!" Taz said, shaking his head. "You're asking me to reveal a secret, and you know how we magicians are about that. If I told you the secret behind my infamous appearing act, why..." He laughed. "You might figure out my disappearing act!"

"Right," Vix said, looking back down the ticket. "Say, could I get another? I think that..."

She paused and looked up. The dragon was gone. She ran to the open door and looked out left and right, but there was no trace of the dragon. She frowned and shut the door, slowly walking towards the center of her room while staring at the ticket.

"Tazlyrn the Magnificent," she said. "We'll see..."

*

Vix arrived at The Show for the show without a minute to spare. She had decided to take a short nap, but that short nap had turned out much longer than she had meant it to be so that instead of having time to pretty up before the show, she was rushing out of the venue with only enough time to throw on a shirt and shorts that did not affiliate her with her band or music in any way. She was glad it had turned out to be only a five minute walk after all and had handed her ticket to the elderly turtle manning the entrance before walking through the oddly empty venue following the signs pointing to the room where Taz would perform his show. She burst through the doors and found herself in a moderately sized auditorium with plenty of seating and a well lit stage at the far end. Most of the seats were occupied by others of various species, but the place was mostly quiet, with only a few faint murmurings here and there. Vix yawned and then quickly made her way to sit somewhere in the middle, edging past a rat and mouse couple who barely gave her a second glance even when she smiled at them. She was a little disappointed at this and also a little disappointed no one else had said anything to her. She wasn't exactly famous, but she thought that at least one of her fans would also be here too. Or not--she wasn't sure whether her genre had any overlap with magic after all.

Vix's attention was drawn outward as the lights on stage suddenly dimmed. She sat forward, but seemed to be the only one that had noticed that there had been a change at all. She looked to the others sitting close around her, but they stared at the stage without much of an expression at all to their faces. She smirked, figuring these taciturn attendees were probably the ones who needed to be astounded and amazed most of all. She couldn't imagine playing for such an unenthusiastic audiences at one of her shows.

Her attention was drawn back to the stage as she saw a silver circle of light had sprung from seemingly nowhere at the center of the stage. It pulsed and sparked and looked pretty, but Vix was already bored. Is this what Taz's magic was--a light show? She dug into her pockets for her ticket before remembering she had handed the whole of it to the turtle. Had it said something about the content of the show? The turtle certainly hadn't and hadn't even really looked at her before taking the ticket from her.

The circle flared and Vix expected Taz to be appear there, but instead the circle began to float up into the air. She sat back and watched as it rotated so that its face was turned towards the audience, and here was where things started to get interesting for the vixen. Indents formed around the circle, twelve crackling bits of light spaced evenly around the circle that cycled through every conceivable color every second or so. It left her dizzy if enthused, more awake now than moments ago. Afterwards, two longer lines of golden color formed on the circle, and it was then that Vix realized the crackling, hypnotic circle was supposed to resemble a watch, a resemblance that only improved as the golden hands spun and spun around. It was pretty to look at, but Vix began to wonder what the point was until a number appeared in the center of the circle.

"10..." she murmured.

The hands spun and spun, and the number started to count down with every passing second. Vix smirked and sat back, all too sure of what was to happen next. She quietly counted down every passing number until it reached zero. At this point, the clock shook and shuddered and then blew apart in a bright flash of silver light. Vix frowned and blinked away dark spots in her vision until it returned clear enough for her to see that the clock was gone, and there stood Taz where the circle had originated. He was dressed differently than when she had seen him less than an hour ago, his arms and feet bare even if his chest and legs were still covered by carefully cut black cloth. He smiled confidently as he stepped forward, claws and wings raised while his dark scales glowed despite the relative dark.

"Welcome!" he shouted in that voice that was deep and calm and...Vix shuddered, finding it oddly arousing as well. Despite its relative tranquility, there was authority and strength behind it. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a show that will amaze, astound, and..." The dragon smiled broadly, licking his tongue against his snout. "Arouse..."

Vix shivered again, unconsciously bringing her legs closer together. Had that last part been included in his selling point? She couldn't recall.

"Thank you for coming this night," he said. "Now, though I know you are all eager to see the main event, I assure you we will be there soon. But first--" He looked around the stage and frowned. "I seem to be missing my assistant."

Vix snorted. Of course he was. She sat back and folded her arms, able to guess where this was going.

"Would there be any volunteers from the audience who would be willing to serve as my assistant?" Taz continued. "Please raise your hand."

Vix was surprised when no one, including her, raised their hands--there was little more than a murmur from the crowd--but was less surprised when Taz pointed towards the middle of the crowd, pointed towards her.

"You!" he said, looking straight at her with a smile stretching across his jagged snout. "Yes, you, the pretty vixen! Why don't you come up here?"

Vix almost rolled her eyes, but smiled instead. She stood and stepped past the mouse and rat couple who gave her a slightly more interested glance this time, before she was out of the room and moving towards the stage.

"Ah, an eager volunteer!" Taz crowed. "I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that she is not part of the show. At least..." He laughed a chuckle that echoed throughout the auditorium. "Not yet."

Vix stepped onto stage and beelined straight towards the dragon. He stood stock still, merely smiling as she approached.

"Taz!" she said in a hushed tone. "I can't say this is the most complicated way someone's tried to get in my pants, but it's close!"

"Vix, please," Taz scoffed. "You think this is simply for sex? No, no, this is for the best!"

"So is it about sex or not?" Vix asked.

Taz ignored her, simply laughing and turning towards the crowd.

"Everyone, please welcome my newfound assistant!"

There wasn't much of a reaction from the crowd other than Vix feeling many pairs of eyes on her. Taz put a hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper into her ears.

"Won't you introduce yourself?" he asked. "They're eager to know who you are, and they'll love your voice."

"Hi!" Vix said, deciding for now to play along. "I'm Vix, I play for--"

Taz caught her snout, silencing her. She snarled and pulled away, looking up at him, ears laid back.

"That's enough," Taz said.

"Hey!" Vix growled. "What's the--"

Taz smiled and put a claw up to his snout.

"Shh-shh," he murmured. "This is my show, remember? Even if you are the main attraction, I'm in charge. You're not Vix. You're my assistant."

Vix looked away as she puzzled this over. In a way, it made sense, and there hadn't been any malice in Taz's voice. Maybe highlighting who she was would have drawn attention away from him. Maybe that was selfish...

Vix shook her head and glanced back to Taz. He still smiled, though the curiosity he had once held in his eyes were gone. The golden orbs glowed with something different now, the same commanding authority he had in his voice. Just looking into them was enough to astound, amaze, and arouse the vixen with how the gold gleamed with such strange strength. It was almost magic.

"Now," he said. "Give me your arm."

"My arm?" Vix said. "How come?"

"Magic."

Vix rolled her eyes and held out her right arm. Taz took it and rolled back her sleeve to expose her dark grey fur, while murmuring as he saw how her fur from near her elbow to her hands was almost black.

"Interesting coloration," he said. "Yes, we can work with this."

"Work with this?" Vix asked.

"Yes," Taz said with a knowing nod. "In fact, I will keep it the same."

Before Vix could ask what he meant, he raised the arm and showed it to the crowd. As always, their reaction was muted.

"Look at this," he said. "My assistant needs some work, yes?"

"Work?" Vix said. "I'm--"

"Imperfect," Taz replied, running his claws over her arm. "But soon, you'll be the best." He turned to the crowd. "Now watch and be amazed as this vixen becomes my demure dragoness!"

"What do you--agh!"

Vix pulled her arm away as she felt a sharp pain from Taz's claws. She backed up and saw that there was something off with a spot of fur near her wrist. It looked harder and flatter, out of place compared to the rest of her soft fur. She brushed a hand over it, and it felt rough and scaly and very real. She looked up to Taz, shivering as he scales spread from that small spot, their advance felt by her fingers that still clung to the affected patch.

"What is this?" she asked, holding up her arm. She meant to look to Taz, but she couldn't keep her gaze off the sight of her fur slowly sinking into soft scales or how it was starting to spread over her paws. She winced slightly as her padding faded away in favor of tougher hide and her slim claws started to grow thicker and sharper.

"It's magic," he said, simply smiling.

"Oh." She blinked. "Is it...is it real?"

Taz laughed at this, and that laugh left her feeling a little angry. What was so funny? Had she...had she just asked a stupid question? She shook her head and looked at her arm. The sensation of warm fur being replaced by cool scales felt real enough, but magic wasn't real, right? This was all an illusion and Taz was enjoying it, so why couldn't she?

She smiled and stepped forward, holding out her other arm.

"What's next?" she asked.

"Oh, a more willing assistant than what I had figured you for," he said, taking her other unaffected arm and rubbing her claws over it as well. She winced as there was that pain again, but this time it didn't hurt so bad, especially once the scales started to spread. She looked to both her arms and laughed at how uneven they looked, one much more scaled than the other. She curled one clawed hand while wiggling her other unaffected paw.

"This is actually kind of cool!" she said. "How are you doing this?"

"Magic," Taz said with a chuckle. "Would you like more magic?"

Vix nodded enthusiastically, then paused and looked to the crowd.

"Um," she said. "Aren't they bored of this?"

"No," Taz snorted. "Believe me, they are enjoying this."

"Huh..." Vix shrugged. "So what's--"

Before she could finish, Taz leaned forward pressed his snout into Vix's. Before she knew it, the female fox was returning an unexpected kiss without really thinking much of it. It took a moment for her to realize what she was doing, that she was making out with a magician on stage in front of a crowded auditorium, that was quite publically kissing a man she barely knew, a dark drake that even now slipped his forked tongue to touch at hers. It was a bit hot, sure, but it wasn't right! She sputtered and drew back.

"Taz!" she shouted. "What the hell are you-!"

Taz clamped his claws over her snout and forced her to look up into his eyes. They glowed that same gold and she felt calmer in that stare.

"Just a little kiss, my dear dragoness," he said, letting go of her muzzle that felt oddly warm. "Just something to ease the magic along."

"Dragoness?" Vix said. She opened her mouth to say more, but then her muzzle twinged. She shut it closer and shivered as her snout started to stretch and slope slightly different while her fur across it started to harden into scales. She raised her now clawed draconic hands to reach up to her face and touched her nose just as it melted with her twisting snout to become two more nostril slits. Her ears twitched, thinned to a sharper pointed shape and slid slightly lower down on her head as they lost their fuzziness in favor of scales while two grey, bony growths pushed out from her head. She reached up with her claws and felt the twin protrusions slope back, forming stiff spires that could only be horns. Just like her scales that now spread up her shoulders and down her neck, they felt rigid and real, a part of her that should have always been there while a part of her that had always been there, her long black hair, was falling out by the handful, dissolving to dust before it could even touch the floor.

"Yes," Taz said. "I wouldn't offer any mammal a spot as my assistant. Only a true dragoness deserves to stand by my side, and you have the makings of a fine dragoness breeder indeed."

"Breeder? Did you say--nngh!" Vix groaned, gritting her teeth together even as they lengthened and sharpened and grew more numerous. Her snout surged with growth one more time, twisting into a proper draconic snout while her tongue slipped out of her muzzle, flicking in and out as it thinning and forked at the end.

"Of course," Taz said in that same calm, authoritative tone that sent shivers down her changing body. "My assistant assists in more than just the show."

"I do?" Vix asked, then giggled. "Is this how you get it on, Taz? Illusions and dirty talk in front of a crowd? You could have just said something."

"No," Taz snorted. "It's how we get it on."

Before Vix could formulate a response, Taz leaned forward and quickly ran a claw up her shirt, tearing it to tatters. She yelped and covered her thankfully still covered breasts as he pulled away the scraps of shredded clothing, leaving her belly and chest exposed.

"Taz!" she said. "We're not actually going to--"

"Yes," Taz said. "We are. Though not now, not until you're complete."

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her in. She tried to push away, but then he leaned in, and she caught sight of those golden eyes. She relaxed and leaned closer in for another kiss that she returned with no resistance with her draconic snout this time even as his hands ran over her belly, scales spreading where he touched her white-grey fur before he brought his hands behind her back. She shivered as he massaged her shoulders, scales springing from the touch as her shoulder blades started to ache. It was only when she felt something press out from them that she drew back, eyes wide as she stared up into Taz's golden ones.

"What..." she murmured. "What was that?"

"Wings," Taz said with a chuckle. "Your wings."

Vix shuddered and bent forward, Taz clutching at her as two wings burst from her back with a sensation nearly as pleasurable as it was painful. She shook, mouth agape as she felt the wings thicken and unfurl, thin membrane already scaled, the new appendages always without the touch of fur. Finally the illusion that this was an illusion shattered as she really felt how she had developed two twin limbs in a matter of moments, wings on an increasingly draconic body that would become totally dragon dominated if she didn't do something about it.

She grunted and pressed away from Taz, but he simply held her in place with one strong arm while the other idly petted her tail, the appendage altering so that scales slid over its once fluffy length and tapering near the end though it base and length became broader and thicker as a whole.

"You're turning me into a dragoness?" she shrieked.

"Yes," Taz said with a nod. "We've been over this."

"You can't!" Vix said, shaking as the scales slid down her back. They were so cool, so soft, so calming and--she shook her head.

"But I am," he said. "To waste that beautiful voice on a fox who merely sings...no, no, you can do much, much more, at my side of course. You can still be a musician, but also an assistant, a mate, a..." He smiled. "Mother."

She struggled against him again, and this time he let go. She stumbled back and fell onto her rear, her thick, reptilian tail slapping against the ground behind her while her wings flapped feebly, the changing vixen shivering as she felt the scales crept down past her hips and to her legs where already she saw her feet twisting and turning into clawed shapes not so unlike her taloned hands. She scrambled to her feet, wincing as her hips popped out wider, and turned to run just as her loose shorts fell down her altered legs. She stumbled and fell on her hands and knees, chest heaving as she took quick, desperate breaths. She looked to the crowd and some them staring at her, quiet and cold, but there was lust in their eyes as they leaned forward to silently watch the spectacle in front of them. She wanted to shout at them, ask them why they weren't helping her, but she knew why. She was the main event, and they were enthralled anyways, had been enthralled since the start of the show. Either that or they really did enjoy seeing her draconic alterations thus far.

"Where are you going, Vix?" she heard Taz ask from behind her, calm and commanding. "Come back to me."

While some part of Vix screamed to do just the opposite, Vix found herself standing and turning towards the taller, darker dragon. Garbed in just a bra and panties, she shivered and stepped towards him, the scales subsuming what was left of her fur, every second closer to truly becoming the dragoness she resembled in shape.

"Taz?" she said, looking up to the dragon and his golden eyes.

"No," he growled and she whimpered, shrinking away before he smiled and held out his hand. "Not Taz. Master. Or..." he chuckled. "If you must, Tazlyrn the Magnificent. Or even magnificent master."

"No!" Vix spat, then felt wrong about doing so under that golden gaze. "I won't call you master, master!" She blinked. "No, master, you're master, not Taz, no, master, not Taz, no, no..." She gripped at her head but all she felt were her scales, not fur, and horns that swept back and none of her long, black hair. "Master, master, master..."

"Yes?" Taz said. "Come forward if you wish to say something."

Vix nodded and stepped forward. Taz caught her by her snout and made her look straight into his eyes while she whimpered.

"Hmm," he murmured. "I like that fight. Feisty. It will make you all the more dedicated."

"Dedicated?" Vix echoed.

"Yes, to me, your master." Taz said.

Vix nodded as if that made sense, then caught herself and began to mentally chastise herself for doing so, but why? It did make sense. After all, master was always right, and if master said something then it must be right so--

"You're thinking too much," Taz said, interrupting her train of thought. "Much too much. What are you thinking about? You do as I say, yes?"

Vix nodded and there was much less resistance or self-loathing at this nod.

"So," Taz rumbled. "Think a little less. Think only of me."

That was easy for the dragoness. After all, master was right in front of her, though not in all his glory. She wished he had his shirt off, and his pants off too, so she should could see that draconic dick that--

She paused. Wait, what was that?

"Ah," Taz laughed. "You sense it now, don't you? My virility, my potential. You want it, don't you? You may have it, but not now, not yet."

Vix whimpered at this. Him saying that only made her want it more, and she felt her now scaled pussy clench and begin to moisten at the thought of him deep inside of her, mating her, breeding her, making her a mother. She shivered at these thoughts, and some inhibitions loosened from her mind while her more critical thinking capabilities diminished. Despite herself, she giggled. Thinking of breeding and sex in front of the crowd was so naughty, she was being a naughty dragoness, wasn't she?

"Soon," the dragon promised. "But until then..." he reached forward and ripped away her bra, throwing it off stage. The dragoness shivered as her scaled breasts bounced free and shivered and squealed as he took the shapely mounds in his hands. They had lost none of their size in their covering of scales and felt no less sensitive either. In fact, they felt even more so, the dragoness almost squealing at her dragon's touch. Still, Taz stared at them with a critical eye that made her doubt herself. She had always been a bit busty before but he didn't seem satisfied. He shook his head.

"Bigger," he said with a flash of his eyes, and Vix shivered as her breasts became pleasantly warm and achingly tight. There was some relief then when they began to swell, rounding out to smoother, even more sensitive sizeable orbs, her nipples puffing out and becoming ever so slightly larger as well. When the swelling sensation left the former fox, her breasts that had fit in the dragon's hand before could scarcely even be cupped in his claws. For some reason, she felt pride in this, giggling and hissing as he squeezed at her breasts. Next, he ran his hands over her waist, eyes glowing as he waist pressed a bit in, sculpting at his touch so that she had greater curves that accentuated her bigger breasts. She was excited when he laid his hands on her still covered rear and murmured "More", tail swaying excitedly above a rump that became plumper and plusher, a rear that her master squeezed and caressed with claws and got her all the more excited. With each touch, she felt more and more of her inhibitions leave her, and soon she was leaning into them while also reaching up her claws to squeeze at her own breasts.

Suddenly, Taz let her go and stepped back. She hissed pathetically and looked up to her master, groping her breasts as she waited for him to reach out and touch her again or even better, pull down her panties and do what needed to be done. She shook at this thought.

"Much, much better," he said. "Didn't even have to adjust the tail..." he snorted. "Now then, look into my eyes."

Vix hissed and did as ordered, even if all she wanted to do was grope herself. She stared into those golden eyes and sighed softly, her arousal only building even if her self pleasuring had slowed down.

"Tell me," he said. "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Vix paused her groping and frowned. "I'm, like, Vix, master?"

"No!" Taz snarled, causing the dragon to hiss and shy away. "You are not Vix! Who are you?"

"I'm, er..." the dragoness paused. "I'm yours, master."

"Yes, you're mine, which means...?"

"Oh!" The dragoness giggled, her eyes shifting from their vulpine shape to reptilian slits that retained their blue coloration. "I'm your assistant, master!" She pushed out her chest and her breasts bobbed. "Your sexy assistant."

"Yes," Taz chuckled. "You are. And what would you like to do? Should we show the audience what they came to see?"

"Er..." Vix's gaze drifted towards the crowd, who stared at her raptly, lust in their eyes. They lusted after her...well, lusted after her and him, and it all felt so familiar but she wasn't on stage to perform except...wasn't she? They were finished but she felt as if the crowd silently demanded that they go on, that they go to the best part. She wanted to get to the best part too, and without any further thought she dropped her panties and stepped forward, proudly baring her puffy pussy to the handsome dark drake in front of her. "Totes! Let's do this, master!"

"Yes," Taz said, snapping his claws, his clothes swirling into silver motes of nothingness. He too stepped forward, nude, his dragonhood already slipping out of his reptilian slit at the sight of the bare, nubile dragoness in front of him. Vix shivered at the sight of him naked, his dark scales gleaming enticingly, his chest bare and buff, though her attention was more drawn to his emerging cock. Her tongue flicked out and her tail twitched in anticipation while her pussy pulsed and dripped, her arousal slickening her thighs. She stepped towards him but he held up a clawed hand.

"Wait," he said. "I want to be sure."

"Sure of what, master?" she asked, eyeing his cock hungrily. "Master, please..."

"Are you sure?" he asked. He gestured to his draconic dick, full emerged, thick and tempting. "Is this what you really want? To serve me, to use your voice in my service, to be bred by me, your mate, to bear eggs so you may be a mother? Is this what you want?"

Vix blinked and paused, one hand stuck squeezing at a breast while the other was half a claw into her pulsing, clenching slit. She ran the dragon's question in her mind over and over and some part of her told her that the answer was "no, no, NO," but that part of her was so small and unnecessary, and it felt fluffy and weak when she was scaly and strong and had bigger breasts too. She let that part of her slip out of her mind as she nodded and hissed enthusiastically.

"Yes, master!" she said. "Make me your mate, master!"

Taz chuckled and pointed towards the ground.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered. "Face away from me."

She nodded, quickly falling into position and turning around so her rear faced him. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her rear enticingly as she lifted her tail to reveal her plump, needy slit. She was then pleased to see her master approach, cock thick and erect and ready. She was ready too, raising her rear a little higher.

"Needy, aren't you?" he murmured.

"Yes, master!" she said. "I, like, need you now!"

He chucked and grabbed her plump rump, squeezing her soft cheeks and getting her all the more excited before he ran his claws under the underside of the scale, the area surprisingly sensitive as well. She hissed her pleasure, but it wasn't enough. She looked back and hissed needily, wings flapping to punctuate her want. He chuckled again, and his laugh seemed to echo through her body. Why was he laughing when she needed him most?

Finally, he took her, placing his claws firmly on her hips before pressing the tip of his cock into his slit. She shivered at the sensation of her slit spreading, so tight and needy and sensitive. Could she take him all in?

As it turned out, she could. He thrust and she moaned and hissed, breasts smushing into the ground as he thrust out and then in again. She heard excited murmuring from the crowd but she wasn't going to stop just for them. In fact, she felt excited that there was an audience. It made it feel all the more important, that she was being bred in front of some many. He grunted and thrusted, and she felt him go deep inside her, the dragoness shivering as her inner walls clamped on his thick dragonhood. Her tail waved and he grabbed it, holding onto her with only one hand now as he thrust in again, delving even deeper. She gasped, and it was impossible not to moan more and more as the dragon pounded her relentlessly, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out until it became a rhythm of mounting pleasure to her, building up and up into what could only be inevitable climax. She desperately wished for release, hissing and scrabbling at the stage with her claws, breasts and stiff, sensitive nipples rubbing into the wood and bringing her close, but all that she really wished was he would come to, release into her, and impregnate her. She wanted, no, needed it so badly that it devoured her thoughts, pushing away what little remained of the Vix that was against her fulfilling her destiny as the magician's mate. Mate, mother, mate, master, mate, was what ran through her mind just as her mate shuddered, claws returning back to her hips as he squeeze her tight. Her inner walls squeezed tight too, pulsing at the moment of his release, and then she was there too, hissing and panting in climax as she felt his seed fill her in strong spurts. She gasped in ecstasy, eyes closed as she slumped against the ground, and she only opened them when she heard the crowd cheer. She peeked at the crowd and saw that they were excited for her, excited for him, excited for them both, and she was more pleased because of it even if their clapping and encouragement seemed distant, another world away, because there was just her and her mate even if they were putting on quite a show.

"You did good, girl," she heard her master murmur. "The utmost assistant. Perfection."

She smiled at his praise, shivering as he withdrew from her, the excesses of their sex spilling out of slick slit and ooze down her legs and onto the stage. She collapsed utterly with a soft sigh, tail twisting this way and that as her wings waved weakly. She didn't care that her breasts pressed uncomfortably into the ground or that her slit was sore; she had just been bred, and it wasn't an end, but a beginning. Soon enough, her belly would swell with eggs and her breasts with sweet milk to fed the wyrmlings after the eggs were laid and hatched. That was soon, but now--

Now her master held out his hand and she took it, still shivering as he helped her to his feet. He was dressed again, while she was naked, but she didn't care even if the crowd could see her. She was proud to have been bred, proud to be not only a musician but a mate, magician's assistant, and now mother as well. She hissed and clung close to her master.

"Thank you for coming! You were amazed, astounded, and aroused, yes?" he said to the crowd, but they weren't really listening, now involved in their own activities. Vix was proud to have inspired that as well. She giggled, wondering when everyone had gotten so naughty. Her master nuzzled her.

"You were wonderful," he murmured to her, cupping and squeezing a breast. "They enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, master," she said, nodding. "That was amazing!"

"No," he said with a chuckle. "That was magnificent."

Vix couldn't help but agree.