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Stellith had been fairly young when he had assumed the throne, still in his prime and at the height of his power. As a white-scaled dragon, he was revered for his dignity and poise. He had ruled the best he could, but with powerful enemies to the north born of the previous king's warmongering and poor statecraft, his reign was all but fated to end in tragedy. At the end of a short, bloody war, Gerandor the Conqueror had marched into Stellith's throne room and had personally clasped the white dragon in chains, leading the former ruler into his own dungeon.

Gerandor the Conqueror was a powerful red dragon, known for his skill in battle and his mind for military tactics. As Stellith looked up at the new ruler of his kingdom from the floor of his cell, he was filled with disgust that such a violent dragon would rule the kingdom.

"Don't worry, your highness," Gerandor sneered at his captive. "I won't kill you. You and I are going to become well acquainted in time."

In response, Stellith spit at the other dragon, causing the Conqueror to laugh and slam the cell door shut, leaving Stellith in almost total darkness.

After what felt like a month, though Stellith couldn't be sure, Gerandor appeared at the cell door once again.

"And how is my royal captive?" the red dragon asked the huddled heap of dirty scales in the corner that was Stellith.

Stellith had been through hard times before, and he had experience from before he was a king, so he found himself holding up to his confinement better than even he expected. Hate, he found, really cleared the mind.

"Worse, now that you're here. Go away. You're fouling my air," Stellith replied, raising his head weakly to look at the other dragon. His mind may have stayed mostly healthy, but the malnutrition and lack of sunlight hadn't done his body any favors.

Gerandor let out a deep chuckle.

"Good. I am glad to see you have not fallen apart. I need you. It turns out the common folk are concerned with things like 'legitimacy' and 'good governance.' So, you're going to help me run this whiny kingdom."

Now it was Stellith's turn to laugh.

"Turns out despots aren't the most popular of rulers, are they? Fuck off. I won't help you."

Gerandor frowned at this. "I'm both disappointed and glad you said that. I'm disappointed you'd put your own pride over the welfare of the kingdom, but your pride will make what comes next all the sweeter."

With that, four guards entered the cell and dragged Stellith to his feet.

"You and I will talk again once you've had some time to think things over," Gerandor said, turning away and leaving the dungeon as the guards tied Stellith's hands behind his back and prepared to move him.

Stellith was taken out of the dungeon, through the royal palace, and into his old private chambers. The white dragon looked around confused as the guards untied him.

"The doors are guarded and the windows are barred from the outside. Don't think about escaping or it will go badly for you," one of the guards said.

"But why? Why am I here?" Stellith asked, looking around at his old royal property, realizing how almost incomprehensibly better his old rooms were than his cell.

"Gerandor hopes it will help you change your mind," the guard said, exiting the room with the other three dragons and leaving Stellith alone.

After quickly walking through his rooms, Stellith realized that he was truly alone, all the escape routes that he might have tried were blocked, and that anything that could easily be used as a weapon had been removed. He was still a prisoner, but his cell had improved greatly.

After opening some of the windows to let the sun in, Stellith checked his old bathing chamber and almost collapsed with relief when he saw that the pipes carrying hot water from the nearby spring were still functional. He quickly stripped out of his disgusting rags and spent the next hour laying in the hot water and basking in the sunlight.

After his bath, Stellith opened his old wardrobe, hoping that Gerandor had left some of his old clothes behind so that he didn't have to wear rags anymore.

As the ornate wooden doors on the wardrobe swung open, something sprang out of the darkness of folded clothes and slammed into Stellith's stomach. He reeled backwards, falling from the impact as whatever hit him squirmed over his body. Looking down at himself, he saw a gooey, black mass slip down over his crotch and spread between his legs. Letting out a yelp of surprise and fear, Stellith tried to grab at the black mass but couldn't find any purchase on its slippery form.

As he tried to free himself from the strange mass, two strands from the thing wrapped around his waist and met at his ass, each splitting off again to encircle the base of his tail before a thick strand slid down to meet up with the mass spreading between his legs.

Stellith thrashed around on the floor until he felt the mass stop moving. He carefully looked at it and realized that it had become a sort of thick thong covering up his private parts. He tentatively reached out another claw to poke at it again and suddenly felt something press against his tailhole. He yelled out again as what felt like a large, thick cock grew up into his ass from the thong and locked itself in place inside his tailhole with a firm knot.

Stellith had never been penetrated before, and the sudden invasion of his ass by the thong left him panting, spread on the floor on his stomach, moaning in pain and fear.

After a while, when Stellith was fully sure that the thing inside his ass had stopped moving, he rolled over and pushed himself into a sitting position leaning against the wardrobe. During this, he quickly realized that every time his legs and hips moved the cock lodged in his ass moved a bit too, causing small pangs of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Trying as much as possible to ignore the panic threatening to rise in his mind, and to keep from moving his lower body, Stellith gently poked at the thong now encircling his waist. It had lost its gooey property and now looked like black stretchy fabric mesh that stretched around the form of his body, sitting tightly against his scales. He tried to wedge a finger underneath one of the straps around his waist, but had to stop when his struggle caused him to shift position and be reminded once more of the large cock locked inside his tailhole. His prying had been unsuccessful anyway, and after a few more minor attempts, he realized that the strange thong was stuck on him until further notice.

Heat rose into Stellith's cheeks as he realized he was stuck wearing a thong that had shoved a thick dildo up his ass. His royal dignity was appalled at his situation, and he tried not to think about what might happen if word ever got out about his problem.

Wincing as the cock shifted inside him as he stood up, Stellith resolved to try to rectify the situation another way. He carefully turned to the wardrobe and pulled out a long robe, resolving to hide his shameful bondage until he could remove it. The moment the robe touched his shoulders, however, he felt a great swelling pain in his ass. He felt as if he was being stretched to his very limits, and small barbs seemed to have grown on the dildo that stabbed into his inner depths painfully.

Stellith cried out and arched backwards from the pain, trying once again to pull the thong off of him. The pain only became worse, and he did the only thing he could think of. He threw the cloak off and ran to go jump into the tub. Perhaps the hot water would relax his muscles and the strange thong.

The moment the cloak left his shoulders, however, the pain instantly disappeared from his ass. He stopped almost mid-stride as he realized what this meant.

I can't wear any clothes?! Stellith thought, looking down at his mostly naked body incredulously. He then felt something else happening as small needle-pricks spread across his cock that was still inside his genital slit.

Without Stellith contributing at all, a wave of euphoria and horniness washed over him, and he watched as his cock grew to full mast, the thong expanding to account for the new mass so that it covered his cock just as tightly as the rest of his body.

_What is going on?_Stellith wondered as his rational mind confusedly found itself being overrun by horniness as the pinpricks stopped and he basked in his euphoria, stroking his shaft almost absentmindedly. The horniness and euphoria subsided after only a few moments and left Stellith kneeling on the floor, paw around his retreating shaft, feeling disappointment and longing.

Then the dragon shook his head to clear it and realized that he didn't want those feelings. The thong was manipulating him, and he had to resist it however he could.

He stood up slowly, trying to ignore the dildo in his ass shifting slightly as he did so. He was embarrassed at being put in this situation. He, the former king of this kingdom and a proud dragon, was stuck in a thong that had forced a dildo up his ass and that reduced him to a horny slut whenever it wanted.

Is this what Gerandor wanted? Stellith thought. Or is this some sort of foolish, leftover prank from before the kingdom was conquered?

Not knowing what to do since he refused to ask the guards for help with this matter, especially since he couldn't wear any clothes, Stellith decided that some good sleep in his old bed would help him clear his mind and think of a way out of his situation.

As he began walking gingerly towards his bed, the white dragon felt a pressure under his tail as the thong shifted to force his tail into the air. Shame burned Stellith's cheeks as he thought of all the times he had seen a female or a gay male raise their tails to invite someone else to give them a good dicking. He did not view his gay citizens any different than he did his straight ones, but he loved females and enjoyed his status as a strong, male dragon in bed. The thought of him lifting his tail to invite another male into his ass filled him with revulsion and humiliation.

With this in mind, Stellith tried to preserve some dignity, and made it all of two steps before the pain in his ass, which was now joined by a piercing pain in his cock, almost drove him to his knees. Therefore, trying not to think about his situation, or how he was being trained by a thong, he slowly, grudgingly, raised his tail in a lewd, inviting position as he walked over to his bed. Even alone in his room, he closed his eyes tight and balled his fists as he was forced to walk in such a way. The deep shame he felt at giving in to acting like a slut haunted him as he slowly drifted off to a fitful sleep.

When he woke the next morning, having slept through half the previous day and all of the night, his mind was filled with vague memories of dreams in which he had visited one of the brothels in the city, except he thought that maybe he had been working there, and had entertained several male dragons with his company? He couldn't be sure, but even just the possibility of it made Stellith feel queasy.

Stellith got out of bed and decided to take another bath. There was not much else to do, and he hoped the hot water would help him relax. As he began to walk, he almost doubled over with pain in his cock and ass before he remembered to walk with his tail raised invitingly. Once he submitted again and walked properly, he felt more pinpricks across his cock and experienced the overwhelming wave of euphoria and arousal again. He paused in the middle of the room and pleasured himself until the sensation went away. This time he was a little upset that he hadn't gotten off, but the disappointment was quickly overwhelmed as he came back to reality and remembered his humiliating situation.

I hope no one sees me like this, Stellith thought to himself as he made his way to his bathing chambers with his tail held high.

Once in the bath, he tried once more to remove the thong but only earned himself more pain. It had already been nearly a whole day with the dildo shoved up his tailhole, but the sensation was not growing any less uncomfortable or foreign. He desperately wanted to be free of the thong, but he could not figure out a way to do it.

Upon leaving the bath, Stellith noticed that the thong had begun to exert force on his hips. At first, he didn't resist because he did not want to experience the agony of refusing the thong again, but he quickly realized that the strange clothing was trying to force him into walking in a way that caused his hips to sway sluttily as if he was trying to entice other males towards his ass even more than his raised tail.

No! No this can't be happening! I refuse to go farther! Stellith tried to walk normally and felt the now-familiar pain in his privates return. He resisted for much longer than he ever had before. He knew that if he gave in now, there might be no coming back. The thong was making him into a slut, and he didn't like it. He couldn't like it. He refused to be forced into sluttiness by some enchanted bit of clothing. He was a dragon! He was a king! Eventually, however, despite the white dragon's best efforts, the pain left him gasping and huddled on the ground. When it finally stopped, he rose unsteadily to his feet and swallowed his pride, beginning to walk around the room with his tail raised invitingly and his hips swaying enticingly.

He tried not to think about his situation as the thong corrected his posture and movements and made him feel as if he was showing off his scaly ass to any male who wanted a piece of him. All the while Stellith burned with rage and humiliation as his tail swished back and forth, dancing tauntingly in front of his assets.

After a while, Stellith managed to perform adequately, and was rewarded as another wave of pleasure broke over his whole body. All the sores and strains from his previous pain were erased as he felt pinpricks running up and down his cock and he felt horny bliss like he never had before. He collapsed onto all fours in a moaning heap, vigorously stroking his thong-covered cock as he panted needily. The thong pushed his tail up, and without even really considering it, Stellith complied and held his tail in the air while he was kneeling over, one of the sluttiest positions a horny dragon can take.

This time Stellith was truly rewarded. As he stroked his cock he felt his need building up to unmanageable levels. He pressed his cheek into the thick carpet, shoved his ass in the air, and came harder than he had ever cum before. He felt hot, thick spurts of cum shoot into the thong and then disperse as he blissfully emptied his balls.

When he was finished, he knelt there panting and trembling, clutching at the carpet with his claws. He thanked his luck that no one had been around to see him in such a humiliating state, and wondered how much longer he was going to have to live with the thong tight around his waist.

The rest of his day passed uneventfully. He was certainly still Gerandor's prisoner, and he never saw anyone except for the flash of claws as someone would shove one of his meals under the door. As much as Stellith was starved for social interaction of any kind, he did not want anyone to see him in his current predicament. He was becoming sure that the thong had been placed in his wardrobe on purpose by Gerandor, a thought that led to many other disturbing ideas and possibilities, all of which Stellith wished to avoid. As night fell once more, the dragon unwillingly swayed sluttily over to his bed and tried to get some sleep.

Just like the previous night, Stellith woke up with vague memories of his dreams. Dreams that had possibly included thick cocks squirting into his ass as he moaned lustily and pushed back against the big dragons on top of him.

He had just made it to one of the windows to look out over the city below when the door opened behind him. Stellith whirled around to see Gerandor's powerful frame enter the room. The red dragon wore a large grin on his face, and Stellith would have flushed with humiliation and shame at being caught nearly naked by his captor if not for the sudden burst of warm arousal that exploded over him as he locked eyes with his enemy.

Stellith's rational mind tried to fight back against the animal arousal coursing through him, but it was all he could do to stop himself from drooling. One part of his mind realized dully that he could feel the familiar pinpricks on his cock, and that the thong must be responsible for his current state, not anything he had done himself.

His captor moved closer, his grin turning into a smirk as he beheld the state of his royal prisoner.

"My, you must be happy to see me," Gerandor said, gesturing to Stellith's fully erect cock that the white dragon could do nothing to hide. "I'm glad you are finding ways to make the most of your captivity."

"Why... why are you doing... this to me?" Stellith panted out, grabbing the windowsill with one paw in order to stop himself from falling to his knees with almost unbearable lust. He could barely talk. All he wanted was to jump at the red dragon in front of him. Run his paws up his strong chest, press his hips against his crotch, slide his tongue into his smiling mouth...

Gerandor laughed. "I told you only a couple days ago. The kingdom is on the verge of revolt. I need someone to help me rule. Someone who the people know and trust. You are to be my queen."

Stellith's overpowering state of arousal at the prospect of being Gerandor's queen was only matched by his utter revulsion at the idea. As the thong did its best to make him view the idea of queendom as the sexiest thing that could possibly happen to him, Stellith's rational mind made a resurgence.

"Never," Stellith hissed out, paws trembling as they begged to stroke his needy cock. His cheeks flushed with humiliation at the mere idea of becoming a queen for another male, much less for his greatest enemy.

Gerandor's smirk turned into a small frown. "I'm disappointed, but not surprised."

The red dragon stepped forward and ran a claw down Stellith's jaw. "You'll come around in time."

Stellith let out a small moan against his will and felt like he might pass out from all the pent-up lust coursing through his body.

"Know this, Stellith. I am not entirely the monster you think I am," Gerandor said as he backed away toward the door. "I will not give you the rutting you deserve until you beg me to. And you will beg me to. In time."

With that, the red dragon exited the room, leaving Stellith in solitary confinement once again.

The instant that Stellith was alone, he fell to his knees and desperately tried to cum, doing everything possible to stimulate his cock through the thong. He even rubbed himself against the carpet. Nothing worked. He didn't even notice as the thong forced his tail up again, making him take the position of a needy female begging to be fucked.

Finally, Stellith just lay there on the floor, trying his hardest not to think about the throbbing in his cock that he could not quench. The thong would not let him cum. He also tried not to inhale the lingering scent of his captor, the heady musk of a powerful male dragon. He did not want to associate that scent with his own horniness, something that the thong seemed to want very much to happen.

Eventually Stellith crawled over to his bed and hid under the covers, the only place that smelled completely like him. After a few hours of agony, his cock finally began to recede and his arousal began to break.

Stellith spent the rest of the day crying quietly to himself, mourning his old life and dreading the life that was being forced upon him. He cursed his fate and finally fell asleep sometime late.

Stellith had the male's powerful cock in his mouth. His tongue was twisting around the head, teasing it perfectly as he slid his jaws back and forth across the hot member. He looked up lovingly at the dragon standing above him and felt a trill of delight as he saw that the owner of the cock was panting with arousal. Stellith began to suck and stroke more vigorously, knowing the time was near. Finally, the male grabbed Stellith's horns and forced his face into his crotch as his cock twitched and...

Stellith woke up from where he had been drooling into his pillow and ran to dunk his head in some cool water. He briefly doubled over in pain as he forgot to raise his tail and sway his hips, and tried to ignore the wave of extra arousal that followed when he did it properly.

After dunking his head, Stellith looked at the scared, horny, angry, shameful dragon in the mirror.

I don't know how much longer I can do this...

Stellith's days of confinement all passed similarly. The thong would force him to act sluttier and sluttier and would punish him with pain if he refused or reward him with pleasure if he gave in. He had dreams of being dominated by large males every night, and he slowly built up more and more pent arousal as the thong denied him the ability to cum. He spent his days naked except for the thong, and alone except for the guards outside the door. The dildo in his ass became a familiar thing, a thought that humiliated him, but he could see no real way out of his predicament.

Around the middle of the second week, Stellith made a discovery that sent twin shivers of horror and shameful delight up his spine.

As he looked in the wardrobe's full-length mirror, he noticed that his hips had become wider than before. At first, he thought he was gaining weight due to his lack of exercise, but he ruled that out because of how little they were actually feeding him.

He noticed that his muscles had become less defined, and that his arms had become just the slightest bit more slender and dainty. As he looked closer and longer, he began to notice more and more changes that filled him with fear.

He was slightly shorter than he had been before. Not much, but enough to be noticeable. He had become slimmer and less muscular in general, expect for his hips which had filled out slightly. He thought his horns had become slightly shorter, and though he couldn't tell exactly, maybe his tail had become thinner as well.

There were a hundred other tiny changes that he thought he noticed, and they all added up to one thing: he was looking more like a female dragon.

Stellith tore at the thong in panic, trying desperately to get the thing off him before the changes went any further. He knew it was the thong. What else could it be?

No! I am not a female! I'm not a slut! I'm a king! A strong white dragon that refuses to...

Stellith fell to the floor in pain and lay there sobbing long after the thong had stopped hurting him.

I don't know how much longer I can do this...

The stress of being without social interaction for so long combined with the knowledge and shame that he was being forced to become a feminized slut for his enemy so that he could act as queen was starting to take its true toll on Stellith. A few days later, at the start of the third week, Stellith never got out of bed. He spent the entire day staring at the canopy and feeling his cock throb. He hadn't cum since before his meeting with Gerandor, and with the constant rewards and stimulation, his need had reached its peak.

He was so horny. So needy. Even in his dreams he couldn't cum no matter how many male dragons used his body for their own pleasure and no matter how much his dream-self loved it.

Stellith lay in bed wrestling with himself because he knew exactly what the thong wanted. And he knew what would get him release. He saw only one way out of his situation.

After hours of doubt, shame, fear, and anger, after he had finished wrestling with himself and tried unsuccessfully to get off one more time, he finally got out of bed as the sun was setting, unconsciously adopted the perfect slutty inviting gait, walked over to the door, and told the guards outside that he wanted to speak with Gerandor.

He then spent several minutes trying to ignore the reward he had received for so perfectly executing his taunting, suggestive walk.

An hour later, Stellith was sitting at his desk staring at the wall when he heard a knock at the door and turned around to see Gerandor stride confidently into the room.

Stellith averted his eyes as the pinpricks along his cock activated when he saw Gerandor's strong male body. He began to quiver slightly at the barely controlled arousal.

"The guards said you wanted to talk to me," Gerandor said in a neutral tone. He kept all expression off his face as if he didn't know exactly why Stellith had asked to speak with him.

Stellith blinked away a tear and tried to meet the other dragon's eyes confidently. He opened his mouth, resolved to make his request and then live with it, but he stopped. His fists clenched and embarrassment and humiliation coursed through him. He closed his eyes, snapping his mouth shut and looking away. He was trembling with arousal and the weight of the decision before him. In bed it had been so abstract. But now, with Gerandor standing before him, with his scent filling up the room, and his powerful body looking like the perfect male figure, Stellith paused on the threshold.

This decision would change his life forever. He knew it. But he couldn't see any other way. He would go insane.

"You are my prisoner, Stellith. I will forgive this once. Do not summon me again without extremely important purpose. I will see you in a month."

A month? A month?!

Stellith couldn't bear to think about being alone for another month. To be without release for another month. He turned his head back to see Gerandor leaving. He had to say it! He had to say something! Gerandor's paw was on the door handle, pulling it open. Stellith saw another month of arousal and despair. Gerandor was halfway through the door. His tail was disappearing. Stellith would be alone!

"Wait!" Stellith called, something inside him breaking.

Clawed fingers appeared and caught the door as it nearly closed the last few inches. Gerandor's face appeared through the crack.

"Yes?" the red dragon asked.

Stellith trembled. His cheeks burned like they never had before. He looked down at the ground.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

Gerandor opened the door fully, quietly entered the room, and closed the door softly behind him.

"What was that?" he asked Stellith.

Stellith swallowed hard, still looking at his feet.

"Fuck me," he said louder. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Gerandor's mouth twisted into a grin as he looked down at his seated captive.

"Look at me and ask nicely," he said.

Stellith shook and looked up at his enemy. He locked eyes and felt humiliation and arousal.

"Please fuck me," he said.

Stellith watched as Gerandor grinned wider and untied the bedrobe he had been wearing. With a shuffle of his shoulders, the robe fell to the floor and revealed Gerandor's powerful, naked body to Stellith.

"As you wish," Gerandor said and moved towards his future queen.

Stellith stood up as Gerandor lightly grabbed his arm and pulled him upward. He couldn't look the other dragon in the eye. The male that was about to fuck him.

"Alright. Show me what you've learned," Gerandor said, slapping Stellith's ass and causing it to jiggle slightly now that it had filled out a bit more.

Stellith bit his lip, screwing up his eyes as his enemy slapped his ass, pushing him toward the bed. A single tear ran down his cheek. He felt Gerandor's eyes on his nearly naked body as he swallowed his pride, embraced his shame, and walked like the thong had trained him. He raised his tail and swayed his hips, finally performing for a real male, one that was really going to put his real cock in his ass and fuck him.

When he got to the bed and climbed in without turning to look at his soon-to-be partner in love, he heard clapping.

"Very nice," Gernador said as he moved closer. "You've really filled out and you move like a true slut. Just a bit more practice and I think you'll be there."

Stellith felt weight on the bed and buried his face in a pillow as he laid there.

"Just fuck me and get it over with," he said impatiently. He didn't like Gerandor. He didn't love Gerandor. He was doing this out of necessity. He didn't want all that other stuff.

Stellith tingled as he felt warm paws grasp his hips and pull them upwards. It was a mix of overpowering shame and almost incomprehensible arousal.

"You look better than before, but once you fully finish, you'll look even better," Gerandor said from behind Stellith.

The white dragon felt a paw under his tail and didn't resist as it was lifted out of the way, revealing his thong-covered ass to the male behind him. He was now no longer lying down, he was on his knees with his tailhole in the air, fully presented to the other dragon.

"Very good, Stellith," Gerandor said, waving his hand.

Stellith felt the thong shift, and suddenly the dildo that had been a constant presence in his ass for three weeks thinned out, retracted, and moved away from his tailhole with the rest of the thong. The release that he felt was amazing, but he quickly realized that it would not last long as he felt a warm glob of spit land squarely on his empty tailhole.

He had never been so aroused before. His cock was throbbing with need, and he needed Gerandor's cock inside him to finally feel release.

As he felt the hot tip of the other male's cock press against his exposed tailhole, Stellith also felt Gerandor's strong paws beginning to slide down his thighs. The feeling of being caressed like a lover briefly made him moan, but he fought back against his desire and remembered the true purpose of Gerandor's presence.

"No!" he called out, turning he head so he could speak out of the pillow. "Just fuck me! Don't do anything else!"

Behind him, where Stellith couldn't see, Gernador smirked and rolled his eyes. It was only a matter of time.

"Fine. As you wish," he said, beginning to slide his cock into his soon-to-be queen's ass.

Stellith accidentally let out a slutty moan as Gerandor the Conqueror's cock pushed into him. It had been one thing to feel a dildo invade his depths, but it was another thing entirely to feel Gerandor's warm paws on his hips as he knelt there willingly and let the other dragon penetrate him.

As the powerful male slid in farther, Stellith gasped and grabbed at the sheets, balling them up in his hands as Gerandor took his tailhole's virginity. Stellith moaned as Gerandor swelled inside him, the little barbs on his cock pricking and teasing at his sensitive flesh.

Stellith buried his head in the pillow once again as Gerandor hilted himself inside his ass, their hips pressing together as Stellith's tail draped itself over Gerandor's shoulder. Stellith realized that he had been fully dominated now, and that he was truly the female in this situation. He told himself it was just a one-time thing, just to get off and clear his head.

Many of those thoughts were drowned out by lust when Gerandor grabbed his thinner waist and began thrusting in and out of his ass with gusto. Stellith was pushed forward into the pillow repeatedly as the male fucking him worked into a rhythm. The pointed head of Gerandor's cock would rub against his G-spot when it was hilted, and the sensation drove Stellith wild. He rode out the dominant male's lust as Gerandor treated him like a female in heat. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from moaning in pleasure as he was taken by another male, but he wasn't always successful. The hot cock inside him felt like nothing he had ever experienced before, and though he was deep in humiliation at being fucked by his male enemy, his body was loving the treatment.

While one paw still clawed at the sheets and balled them up as the cock pushed in and out of his ass, Stellith began stroking his thong-covered cock with his other paw, trying desperately to achieve the release that had been denied him for so long.

He was panting now, and he heard Gerandor panting above him. Their hips pushed together and apart, and after another minute or so, Stellith felt the cock spearing his tailhole begin to move with greater frequency.

Gerandor fucked him hard, pushing Stellith forward until he could feel the headboard of the bed through the pillow that he was now unashamedly moaning into. The rapid pace built and built until Stellith felt Gerandor clench his waist hard as his cock twitched and the red male hilted him.

Stellith heard Gerandor let out a short roar as hot cum squirted into his ass. Big, thick ropes of his captor and usurper's seed shot deep between his hips. Warmth blossomed inside him as the cum coated his passage, claiming his body for the other male. The hot cock inside his ass throbbed as the red dragon emptied his balls into the moaning white slut below him.

As the cum stained his insides, Stellith's stroking reached a feverish pace as he felt the edge nearing, nearing, and nearing before he finally, with one last stroke, fell off into blissful oblivion.

Stellith came harder than ever before, his pent-up lust and horniness finally finding release as the thong moved back from his cockhead and he shot his own ropes of cum onto the ruffled bedsheets below him. The feeling of release was indescribable as his eyes rolled back in his head and he pushed against the slowly dribbling cock in his ass.

When he was finally done, he was a panting, shaking mess with a messy bed below him and his enemy's cock still lodged between his hips.

As Stellith recovered, he felt the heat radiating off of the dragon above him as Gerandor began to bend down and wrap an arm around his waist to bring him into a spooning embrace. The other male's scent was all around him, and he felt like it was permeating his body.

As Gerandor began to pull him onto his side, Stellith's mind felt clearer than it had in a long time. The arousal was gone, and all that was left was a deep disgust for what he had done.

"No!" Stellith panted. "Leave me! We're done!"

Gerandor paused a moment. He knew it would happen eventually. Besides, it was fun to see his future queen struggle with the changes to his life.

"Alright," the red dragon said. "I'll see you in a while."

With that, Gerandor pulled his softening cock from Stellith's ass, causing a little bit of cum to dribble out of the white male's tailhole before the thong reformed and shoved a dildo into the empty hole once again.

Stellith was left laying on his disarranged bed alone. The now-familiar dildo finished growing into his ass as he heard the door shut and lock behind Gerandor. Stellith cried quietly to himself and lay in the light of the moon coming through a window as he tried to come to terms with the shameful reality that he had begged to be fucked by Gerandor just like his captor said he would. He had been dominated by the male that had stolen his kingdom and turned into a slutty female under his hands. After a while, Stellith fell into a fitful sleep, still able to feel the other male's seed in his depths.

Many of Stellith's dreams now featured Gerandor, and Stelltih always woke up horny. However, he realized with sinking desperation that the thong was back to preventing him from cumming. This time, Stellith made it a week before he swallowed what remained of his tattered pride and asked Gerandor to come see him again. During that week, Stellith was still trained by the thong, the positive and negative reinforcements dished out by the clothing were beginning to turn Stellith's slutty actions into concrete habits.

Stellith's body continued to change as well. His cock remained the same size, but when Gerandor returned, Stellith saw that he only came up to the red dragon's shoulder now, despite having been about the same height before. His hips and ass filled out slowly, his tail continued to thin, and his frame on the whole became daintier.

Gerandor and Stellith's second meeting went very much the same as the first. Stellith was able to remain free of any intimacy beyond having his conqueror's cock in his ass, but it was even more difficult this time.

The weeks went by as Stellith continued to ask for Gerandor once every week. Then, after the fourth time, Stellith found himself asking for the king once every five days. Then eventually every four as his inability to cum slowly combined with the fact that he was beginning to fully submit to his new place in life. Sometimes Gerandor would stay the night now, cuddling his queen after going several rounds. Stellith no longer resisted intimacy with Gerandor, despite the fact that there was still a part of his mind that was utterly humiliated at his fate.

Time passed and Stellith called for Gerandor every three days, then two, then Stellith was being treated to Gerandor's cock every night. They became more intimate and loving, exploring each other's bodies with Stellith always playing the female. This entire business went on for about three months. In that time, Stellith fully grew into the female body that the thong had been molding him into for so long. He now came up to the middle of Gerandor's chest, and he had the perfect pair of egg-bearing hips with the plump ass to match. He could no longer withstand a dragon like Gerandor in combat, but that didn't matter. Stellith was built for sex, not war.

Eventually a day came when Stellith stood before the mirror and ran his hands across his thin chest, down his fit waist, over his breeding hips, and poked at his seductive ass. He realized that every feature of his body had now been molded to please a dominant male such as Gerandor. This time, however, Stellith no longer felt any shame. He was the queen. His former enemy had dominated and feminized him, stolen his kingdom, and lain with him tens of times. Despite this, he now felt nothing but love and lust when he thought of his strong mate.

I should go to him tonight. Stellith thought to himself as he rummaged around in his wardrobe that had slowly been filling up with female clothing.

Gerandor always knew this day would come. Stellith smiled, knowing that Gerandor's predictions had all come true. But that was fine. He loved being Gerandor's queen, and it was time to fully assume the role. He'd finally have a chance to wear all the pretty gifts that Gerandor had been bringing him.

Stellith didn't notice the thong sliding off his hips until the dildo began to shrink in his ass. He looked down in surprise as the clothing that had changed, broken, and taught him fell to the floor, its task completed.

Stellith was free! He was free to do what he wanted! With elation, Stellith prepared to run to Gerandor and tell him the good news. Before he did so, he slipped on a pair of black lacy panties to stand out against his white scales. They fit beautifully once they were over his large hips. He then pulled on white stockings that came up to the middle of his thighs, and white gloves that went past the elbow. He covered himself with a nice robe and left to see the king.

The guards at the door saw Stellith pass them, but only stared and did not try to stop him from leaving. They knew he was not going to be escaping. This was his home. Where would he go?

The robe made it difficult to walk with his tail raised properly, but he did his best.

Reaching the king's new bedchambers, Stellith knocked on the door and felt a shiver of excitement ride up his spine. He had never been here before. He had never fully, completely submitted to his king before.

After hearing the gruff "Come in," Stellith entered the room, fully aroused and ready to feel Gerandor's powerful body make his female one scream in delight.

Gerandor looked up and his attention turned to one of surprise. "Oh! You're here! I thought it was one of the guards telling me about your usual summons."

Stars above, he's sexy. Stellith thought to himself, licking his lips as he eyed the half-clothed red dragon.

"I'm here, my mate," he said, walking forward and running his gloved paws across Gerandor's large chest, looking up into the eyes of his former enemy with nothing but arousal and love.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," he said, quickly untying his robe and letting it fall to the ground to reveal his mostly naked body. He reached up and clasped his paws behind Gerandor's neck and began kissing the bottom of the red dragon's chin. He pushed forward with his hips and felt Gerandor's rapidly hardening cock pressing into his waist through the king's pants. His own cock was rock-hard and needy, creating a tent in the panties he was wearing.

"I would never," Gerandor said, grabbing Stellith by the small of his back and pulling him close.

Stellith closed his eyes as his mate held him, his intoxicating scent rubbing off on his white scales. He lifted his head blindly and met his lover's snout, locking jaws with him in a deep kiss. As they kissed, Stellith ran his paws across Gerandor's shoulders and down his muscled arms. He felt his lower back and his strong legs. Stellith had never fully considered Gerandor's qualities as a mate before, but now he was overjoyed to have such a powerful, dominant male to call his own.

After a few moments, the cock poking at him became too much to ignore and Stellith slipped away from the kiss, sliding down Gerandor's body as the red dragon looked at him in surprise. Stellith licked his lips as he knelt on the floor, his mate's bulge directly in front of his nose.

Stellith had never pleasured Gerandor with his mouth before, but he had been dreaming about it for weeks. If the dreams were even half as satisfying as reality, he would be overjoyed.

Taking the cue, Gerandor undid his pants and let them fall about his ankles, allowing Stellith to get a full facial view of his conqueror's proud spire. Stellith sighed in contentment and extended his deft tongue to lightly caress the tip of the cock before him.

"This is new," Gernador said, placing a paw on Stellith's head.

"I should have done this sooner," Stellith said as the last tiny bit of resistance to his new slutty, submissive life was destroyed and he took the male's cock between his eager lips.

Stellith rolled his tongue along the fleshy spikes and the smooth tapers of Gerandor's cock. He tasted his lover's musk as the helping hand of Gerandor slowly guided his face down into the other dragon's crotch. He closed his eyes and felt his snout hit the soft scales below his lover's waist and breathed deeply of the heady musk he found there. The hot cock in his mouth tickled down his throat, and he knew this is where he was supposed to be. This was his place in life now.

The paw on his head began to caress him as he fully played the part of the feminized dragon queen to the superior male. Without even thinking about it, Stellith's legs parted, his cock pushing towards the floor through his panties as his tail lifted behind him. Had anyone been watching, they would have been treated to a beautiful view of his scantily-clad ass as his stocking-covered legs spread below his king.

Stellith looked up lustfully at the dragon who had dominated and trained him and felt a trill of excitement as he comprehended how submissive and humiliating his position was, kneeling below the male who had defeated him with his captor's cock firmly in his mouth.

Stellith could never go back, and he didn't want to. He began to pleasure Gerandor as the other dragon gripped his horns in his powerful paws and thrust firmly into his queen's needy mouth.

As Gerandor took control of the situation, Stellith surrendered control of his head and began to run his gloved hands up Gerandor's legs as he was face-fucked. He delighted at every toned muscle and spent a good amount of time fondling his lover's ass and tail while he licked and sucked furiously at the cock that he now had no choice but to pleasure. He moaned around the cock that had helped turn him from a proud ruler to a slutty whore and locked his hands behind the small of Gerandor's back, forcing the cock further down his throat. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to taste his mate. He needed cum. Not just in his ass, but on his tongue and down his throat too.

He didn't have to wait long. Gerandor found Stellith's feminized, submissive state incredibly arousing, and this combined with the eager mouth enveloping his cock, it wasn't long before he was about to blow.

Stellith noticed the change and slid back along the cock, devoting his whole attention to the head from which his lust would be stated. With one paw he worked the shaft sticking out of his mouth, and with the other he pleasured his own, neglected cock.

With a roar of triumph, Gerandor grabbed Stellith by both horns and shot ropes of hot cum into the other male's mouth. For Stellith, the sensation of having his conqueror's thick jizz squirting over his tongue and filling up his mouth was too much to ignore. He came as well, soiling his panties as he swallowed his king's seed as fast as he could. The cum traced a warm line down his throat, and he could feel it in his stomach, a deep reminder that he had been claimed by another male.

Once Gerandor had stopped cumming and was panting above him, Stellith deftly cleaned the little bead of remaining cum from the cock in his mouth and slid off it with a small, wet pop. He licked his lips and looked up at the panting dragon as he rose to stand in front of his mate again.

Despite his own release, Stellith was not satisfied. He still desperately wanted Gerandor's cock in his ass.

"I hope you're not finished, my king," Stellith said coyly, tracing a circle on Gerandor's stomach with a gloved claw. "We need to truly consummate our mating." He reached down with his other paw and began stroking Gerandor's softening cock.

"First I want to see you fully, now that you are my queen," Gerandor said, moving back to stretch out on his bed.

Stellith's cock hardened rapidly as he turned in a slow circle, showing off his feminine body for his mate. He demonstrated how well he could strut around, swaying his hips and taunting with his tail. He felt so slutty, performing for another, larger male who would soon be proving how feminine and submissive he had become by dominating him with a superior cock.

As Stellith bent down facing away from Gerandor, running his paws over his shapely legs and hoisting his tail up over his back, Gerandor recovered even sooner than he had expected. Seeing his former enemy wiggling his plump ass at him, trying to entice him to fuck his slutty self, Gerandor felt a deep sensation of victory.

"You know, Stellith," Gerandor said, beginning to stroke his hardening cock. He used some lube as well, since he knew what was coming. "I'm very proud of you."

Stellith turned to look past his ass towards Gerandor and panted lightly with his tongue out as he wiggled his butt towards the dragon that had conquered his body and his kingdom and turned him into a slut.

"It took a long time, but here you are, a true slut, performing for me, the dragon that stole everything from you and made you my sissy queen."

"Yes! Here I am!" Stellith said enthusiastically, standing upright and walking seductively over towards the bed. He licked his lips as he laid eyes on Gerandor's prominent cock.

"Having you in my bed, Stellith, is better than having any other female. I love what you've become."

"I love it too," Stellith said, barely registering that he had been forced into his current shameful position and that he had fought it for months.

"You'll spend the rest of your days swaying your new plump ass and hips in my direction and calling out for my cock to satiate your slutty desires," Gerandor said, slapping Stellith's ass so that it jiggled as the feminized dragon stood next to the bed and put his gloved hands on Gerandor's chest.

"I'll get some cute little dresses made for you, my queen. You are no longer fit to wear your old male clothes."

Stellith moaned as he slowly climbed on top of Gerandor, the red dragon gripping his thighs and sliding his hands dangerously close to where Stellith's lacy panties were tented around his cock.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing what you look like, bending over in a tight little skirt. Or what your former allies will think of you at formal dinners."

"Oh, I can't wait..." Stellith sighed as he straddled Gerandor and rubbed the male's cock across his ass.

"Show me how strong you are," Stellith said, placing his paws on Gerandor's chest. "Take me. I want your cock. I'm your slut forever!"

"It would be unbecoming of a king to refuse such a request from his queen," Gerandor said, grabbing Stellith by the waist and rolling over.

Stellith turned to face into the bed as Gerandor got to his knees behind him. The white dragon raised his tail high as Gerandor used one claw to pull his panties down away from his tailhole.

"I love how your slender little tail can hardly hide anything," Gerandor said as he slid his cock up between Stellith's cheeks until the tip was poised on the edge of the white dragon's tailhole.

When Gerandor began to pierce his depths, Stellith pushed back into his mate, lowering his chest and raising his ass like a female being bred. He grabbed at the sheets as Gerandor took his time sliding in, closing his eyes and panting through his open mouth as he fully surrendered to his new slutty life. This was to be his fate for every night to come. His place would always be here, underneath his former enemy, feminized ass in the air, taking another male's cock as he moaned and bucked like a female.

Stellith wrapped his tail around Gerandor's waist as his captor gripped his love-handles and hilted himself inside his ass. Stellith no longer fought back when he felt the male's rough paws sliding across his ass and thighs, savoring his sweet curves that were designed to entice males and draw them into his depths. He welcomed the attention like a good slut.

The larger, stronger dragon above him settled into a nice rhythm that made Stellith's butt bounce when his dominator's hips slapped against his own.

Stellith loved being stuffed to the brim by his usurper's cock and thrust back against each advance in order to savor the feeling of being completely owned forever by the other male. He knew he would never be on top and would never escape his fate, and this thought only made him more and more aroused and excited.

Slowly the rhythm increased, and Stellith held onto the balled sheets in his paws for dear life as the male in his ass took what was his, what had always been his.

"Ah! Gerandor!" Stellith called out at the height of his passion right before the red dragon dropped across his back, fully enveloping him as the cock in his ass speared into his G-spot, twitched, and began to spew thick strings of cum into his depths.

Stellith came as well, shooting useless seed across the bed below him without ever touching his cock. In the height of his passion, he knew that he would never touch his cock during sex again. His cum would never impregnate a female, and his cock would never be inside anyone. He was the female now, and he took the cocks inside himself, not the other way around.

As the hot seed of his conqueror squirted into his ass, Stellith became forever more Gerandor's slutty mate. Every piece had been placed, and his tailhole, eventually his entire body, would smell of Gerandor's musky claim.

Gerandor looked down at the utterly dominated former ruler of the kingdom and smiled happily. He was going to enjoy taking the previously strong male every day. Stellith was going to enjoy it as well. He looked forward to all the stares he would get when he was finally on display to his former kingdom.

Time passed, and Stellith remained Gerandor's slutty queen, taking his former enemy's cock whenever the red dragon wanted to give it to him. He wore revealing, seductive clothes in public, and reveled in the shame and humiliation he felt when his former subjects and friends saw him in such a state. He always walked as if he was on display, and his lewd behavior earned him many lustful glances. He spent much of his time being flirty and trying to get Gerandor's attention, often posing and looking over his shoulder at the other male before wiggling his ass a little and swishing his tail. Still, despite his new appearance and personality, he did help Gerandor rule the kingdom more effectively, and a time of peace and prosperity fell across the land. Some of the dragons living closest to the palace did lose some sleep when the windows were open to Gerandor's chambers, since Stellith's lustful moans as he was taken by his mate tended to carry, but it was a small price to pay.