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Brandon gulped as he stood before the apartment door. Should he really be here? It was late and he didn't know this part of town particularly well and--and he was just making excuses. He was lucky to be here, lucky to have something to do tonight, lucky that he wasn't back at that bar glumly nursing his beer while eating a few too many free peanuts. It wasn't every night that a cute, curvy dragon girl came up to him and, after a bit of drinking and talking, invited him to her place. Tonight was that night; here was an opportunity, and now was not the time to shy away from it. He needed to seize the moment, and hopefully get ahold of some draconic pussy as well.

So, Brandon knocked several times on the plain door, his enthusiasm dwindling as his knocks echoed throughout the small hall. He gulped again, stepped away from the door, and waited. When he didn't hear anything from inside, he frowned and scratched the back of his head.

"Uh," he murmured. "It's Brandon. The guy from the bar. Sorry I'm a little late. Don't know the area well and--"

"Come in," a voice sweetly answered from inside, light and feminine, though it had something of a subtle hiss to it. "The door's open."

"Oh." Brandon blinked. "Ok, I'll be right in."

Brandon groaned. Why had he said that? Of course he'd be right in. Geez, was this how this encounter was going to go? She'd strip down, he'd see her scaled breasts and say "Oh, you've got tits?" Brandon shook his head and put his hand on the doorknob. No. This was going to go great. The dragoness had obviously chosen him for a reason. He must have seemed confident, calm, and strong. He honestly wasn't sure what Lara had seen in him. He wasn't bad looking, but he thought there'd been more handsome men at the bar. Handsome, non-human men, but maybe that was his allure? He was exotic to her just as she was exotic to him? He was overthinking this. He was...he was going to go in there, into the dragon's lair like an intrepid dragonslayer. That's right--he was a dragonslayer, and he was going to slay that draconic pussy. Yeah, that was more like it, not that he was going to say as much to Lara. No, he was going to stride into her lair cool and confident and certainly collected. He'd be unphased by whatever he saw in there, and when he did see her tits, he wouldn't say anything silly. No, he'd squeeze them or...something.

Ok, that was enough thinking. He put on what he hoped looked like a stoic expression, turned the knob, and entered the apartment.

Immediately, Brandon's confidence wavered. The small apartment was plain, unadorned, and shadowed, the only source of light a single candle on a coffee table in the living room. It really was like entering a dragon's lair, a place dark though not dank, for there was a pleasant scent in the air. It smelled of strawberries, the same color of Lara's scales and the same scent she carried. Still, he had expected to see her and not a dark, empty room, except--

Except she was there, sort of. On that same coffee table was a headshot of Lara, the dragoness smiling while she brushed her hair with one hand. In fact, he glanced around and saw that there were other pictures of her placed around the place: a framed picture on the wall of her standing confident with her hands on her hips, what looked like a nude painting of her hanging near the entryway to the kitchen, and even a glossy poster of her posterior taped to the glass door that led out to her balcony. Brandon felt a blush come to his face as he looked between each one. Either she was some sort of a narcissist, a model, or a mixture of both. He hoped she wasn't a model, because then he was definitely way out of her league.

He let go of the doorknob and winced when he heard the door shut behind him.

"I'm here," he announced to the empty entryway and immediately scolded himself. There he was again, stating obvious things, but what to do next was not so obvious. He glanced about and saw what he thought was her bedroom a little bit away from the living room, though there was a room across from it as well. Was he meant to charge into one like a valorous dragonslayer would? What if he ended up in the restroom instead? That would be embarrassing.

So, Brandon stayed still, awaiting direction. He glanced from picture to picture, admiring the different aspects and angles of her. Though she wasn't overly endowed in any one area, she was full figured and curvy, and he felt like he could enjoy just about everything about her, though his gaze kept going back to the picture of her rump on the sliding glass door. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but there was something about how her tail draped over her rounded rear that really got him going. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt a tightness in his pants. Would it be too forward for her to see that whenever she showed up? He wasn't sure, but at least the dragonslayer had his lance ready.

"Like what you see?"

Brandon yelped, jumping back with his back now against the door now as the question alerted him to the dragoness that stood so close by. So much for appearing calm and collected. He readjusted his glasses and looked to Lara. The dragoness regarded him with a toothy smile on her draconic snout, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

"S-sorry," Brandon stuttered. "I didn't--"

"See me there?" Lara asked. She laughed and pointed towards one of the pictures. "I see you saw me there." She pointed to another. "And there. And there. And..." Her gaze lowered to his crotch. "I suppose you liked what you saw?"

"I...I..."

Lara laughed again and sauntered away, her tail swaying over her nearly bare rump. When she was a few steps away, she turned around and placed her hands on her hips, reminding Brandon of the picture on the wall, though this was much, much more, and all the more arousing because of it. The dragoness barely wore anything at all, just a pink pair of panties and an equally pink bra that complemented the color of her scales, that of a ripe strawberry. She flicked her tongue out at Brandon and winked.

"Now do you like what you see?" she asked, tilting her head so that some of her long, curly golden hair fell to the side.

Brandon almost said something obvious, but nodded instead. He did like what he saw. Lara was lithe and curvy, with killer hips and an enticing pair of breasts that looked snug and soft beneath the bra. She might not be a human woman, but she was certainly a woman in all the ways that mattered, at least to Brandon.

"Good," Lara purred. "Now, would you like to be me?"

Brandon blinked, looking from Lara's enticing chest to her questioning eyes. He scratched the back of his head.

"Come now," she said. "Imagine it. Being me..." She sighed and flapped her wings gently. "Soft, sensual, scaled..." She bent her knees and ran her clawed fingers over her thighs. "Curvy and shapely and smooth..." Her hands slowly lifted to cup her breasts as she closed her eyes. "And tits! Imagine these girls on your chest. Not too big, not too small, and oh so sensitive..." She shivered, and Brandon shivered too. She opened her gleaming golden eyes and looked to him. "Do you like the sound of that?"

"I..." Brandon faltered as his mind ran through what the dragoness had just said. Like most men, he had at times wondered what it would like to be a woman, but those had always been idle musings. Now he was thinking deeply on it thanks to Lara, though he wasn't thinking of being a human woman, but her, the dragoness. He shivered and felt his penis throb. God that was hot, imagining himself from her perspective, running claws over curves, squeezing her soft tits, and even slipping a claw between her legs to stroke at her scaled slit. It was fantasy, but it was a damn good one.

"I see you do," Lara hissed, slowly stepping towards him, her eyes glowing bright. "So? What do you desire?"

Brandon looked into those eyes and felt himself drawn into them. There was mostly lust in them, but also desire and a hint of mischief. He could tell she wanted him; she had to want him, for why else would he be giving her those eyes? And him? He wanted her, and he didn't feel bad saying something so obvious now.

"You," he said, stepping towards her.

"I see," she replied, placing her hands on his shoulders. She nuzzled his chest with her snout, while still looking up to him, her gaze never wavering. "But do you want to be me?"

"I don't..." Brandon frowned. What did she mean by that? Maybe he was missing something now that he was staring down at her chest. He blinked, but there was no more understanding in his mind. "I don't follow?"

"That's fine," she said, and Brandon relaxed. "It's a lot to ask. It's why...well," Her smile deepened. "You'll see when you're me."

"Wha-?" Brandon murmured, but then the dragoness was pulling at his belt. "Wait, what are you--"

"Shh, shh." The dragoness put one finger to her lips while the other pulled his belt completely off before throwing it away. "Relax."

Brandon had a hard time following her order, especially when she pulled his pants down. It wasn't that he was nervous, just anxious and excited at what was to come, especially when she pulled his underwear down next. He shivered as the cold air conditioning touched his now exposed penis, but his cock would not be deterred. It stood hard and proud, and soon Lara's scaled hands were upon it, stroking it lovingly and causing Brandon to moan. His pleasured gasps were cut short when Lara's snout met his mouth while her hand continued to stroke at his shaft. In the next moment they were kissing, Brandon shuddering when he felt her serpentine tongue dart into his mouth and lap against his own tongue. It felt unexpectedly pleasant and warm, and he felt a surge of arousal surge to his crotch, along with a surge of something else that left him tingling all over. His skin, especially around his lips, started to itch, but he wasn't going to pay attention to that, especially not now with how good this kissing was going. He brought his hands to her hips, and she nodded as he brought his hands higher still, slowly creeping up her softly scaled waist to her covered breasts. He squeezed one, and she moaned into his mouth, the scent of strawberries wafting into his nose. He squeezed again, and she stroked in turn while placing her other hand on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she managed to turn him away from the door and slowly start leading him to what was presumably her bedroom while they continued their kissing, stroking, and squeezing, the man leaving his shoes behind.

Brandon wasn't sure how much he could take of this before he came, so he was somewhat relieved when they pushed past the slightly ajar bedroom door before she pushed him onto the bed. He landed with a surprised grunt, his hands itching as they clutched at the soft sheets. He glanced down at them and swore he saw a slight reddish coloration to their normally salmon tone, but that was probably his imagination, a trick of the low light. In fact, the only light in the room was a softly glowing candle on the nightstand and Lara's gleaming golden eyes. He looked up at them and was entranced, his gaze never leaving them as she sauntered into the room, closing the door behind her. He scratched idly at a cheek, the surface feeling smoother than before, and wondered what she intended to do next, or was he supposed to do something now? He hesitated, and Lara smiled at him.

"You're thinking too much of yourself," Lara said, her soft words carrying through the otherwise silent room. "Just let go of those worries. Let me guide your pleasure, your path. Let you be me."

"Um..." Brandon murmured, feeling uncertainty rise within him, and then he merely let it go. He sighed as he felt it drift away, the prickling and itching of his skin as scales spread doing little to bother him. What was there to worry about anyways? He was here with Lara, and he was going to have some real fun here real soon, though he was a little worried that he wouldn't last long except--

Except he wasn't worried about anything anymore. Staring into those golden eyes, he felt a calm rise into him, not of a dragonslayer but a dragoness, one that was oh so pleased with what was to come next. Brandon blinked and tried to shift those odd thoughts and emotions aside, yet they resided deep within him just as they existed in those golden eyes. Was she feeling him, or was he feeling her? He decided it didn't matter, because it felt good, and soon she would make him feel good.

"Ok," he said.

"Ok?" Lara laughed. "That works."

Brandon paused. He briefly wondered if he should have said something else, his musings broken once Lara was upon him, the dragoness kneeling within his legs to lick at his throbbing cock with her flexible tongue. He moaned, a bit of pre-cum dribbling out of his tip as she continued to lick lewdly over and over, bringing him closer and closer towards climax. Oh god, he was going to cum soon, any second now right into the dragoness's maw, and yet he didn't. He couldn't. He felt like he should be cumming, but nothing came but more moans from his mouth. His cock felt tight and his testicles were taut against his crotch, and yet the pressure kept on mounting with no sign of relief. He hissed, hands clutching at the sheets as his digits shifted slender and scaled, the nails stretching out into roseate claws. He trembled at a particular lick, the vibrations sending soft scarlet scales up his thinning, daintier arms. He licked at his lips in anticipation of that orgasm that just wouldn't come. He tasted strawberry upon them, and that same scent wafted into a nose that was dwindling as his jaw ached and started to stretch forward. Another lustful lick caused him to clench teeth that were starting to thin and sharpen, his thinning tongue lapping at the taste she had left in his mouth. It was so sweet and tasted so much like her, so much like him, a thought that should have been strange and yet, strangely, wasn't. He had never thought of himself as particularly sweet, but that's all he could taste, all he could smell, and all he could hear as she sweetly worked at his cock. He shuddered and moaned, mouth opening up to allow his forking tongue to taste the air. It tasted of that sweetness and sex and Lara. Lara and Lara.

Brandon paused. How could the air taste of two of the same person? How could he taste the air anyways? It was all so irrational and not something he should be thinking of, especially not when he was getting the best blowjob he had ever received even if he couldn't cum, wanted to cum, and yet--

He came. He climaxed so unexpectedly that he wasn't even sure what was happening until a few seconds after it happened. He shivered and shouted, his voice oddly high in pitch and the sounds escaping lips that seemed stretched, yet shout he did, the sound reverberating around the room while his seed spilled from his shaft. Staring forward, he clutched tighter at the sheets and heard something rip as his claws tore into them, the scales surging past slimming shoulders and to his throat. He squirmed and panted, still ejaculating as his Adam's apple shrank away and his hair lengthened on his head, flowing down and down as it brightened to a glimmering gold. He didn't know why he was still cumming, but he was, and it didn't feel like it was going to stop anytime soon, that built up pressure finally flowing out along with what seemed to be every ounce of his masculinity. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth, his face extending outward and outward into a draconic muzzle lined with strawberry red scales. His moans and grunts were suddenly silenced as an eerie buzzing filled his ears while they shrank away, smaller and smaller until they were indiscernible on his increasingly scaly scalp. The sound, or lack of sound, caused him to open his eyes and look down at his crotch. Lara was still down there, but she was a little ways away, staring in satisfaction as spurt after spurt of his cum escaped his cock. There was a little bit of cum on her snout, but she was licking it away even as a little more spilled onto her. For a moment, Brandon was happy that she was happy, and then he saw his cock.

He gasped, his draconic tongue flicking out and tasting the air. Again, it tasted of that strawberry sweetness, though the taste was stronger now. His cock--it was shrinking as he stared at it, every spurt seemingly causing his shaft to shrivel away. His once proud manhood was losing length with every passing second, and his testicles looked shriveled too, pulled up tightly against a changing crotch. He gaped at the hairs falling away in favor of smooth, soft scales and how his still stiff cock was becoming smaller and smaller and dribbling out less and less. The scales were lining his legs too, male muscle wasting away in favor of feminine scaled softness. He whimpered, the tone of his voice high and feminine as he looked to Lara pleadingly. Instead of her, however, he saw that golden eyes and how they shone bright and with delight.

"Why are you worried?" Lara asked. He heard the words with greater clarity as that annoying buzz died down, as webbed fins grew out from her cheek. "I'm not worried. Should we be?"

Lara smiled and stood, one hand going to stroke at his shrinking shaft while the other gripped his stretching snout so that he had to look into her eyes. She licked at his nostrils and he shuddered, though that was more because she was pressing his still dribbling penis in now, forcing it smaller and smaller with a few fingers while her thumb tucked his testicles into something new that he had never possessed before: an orifice below that opened wider and larger. He shuddered as he felt his balls descend into his nethers, sucked up and in to fresh folds that pulsated as if swallowing them. He mewled as he felt them travel through a passage presently burrowing into existence, deeper and deeper to eventually lead into his womb. It was an odd thought for the man, but it was certainly reality as his abdomen churned. He wanted to look down, to see what she was doing to him, but he was entranced by those golden eyes. He saw not her in those eyes, but him.

Or was it her?

He whimpered, feeling more and more of his masculinity draining from his shrunken shaft. He felt it leave him, and with it, his male desires. He was taking on a different desire for the dragoness before him, not to bend her over and press into her, but for her to go down on him and use that skillful tongue to work at his pussy.

His pussy?

Yes, his pussy, for that's what was between his legs: a scaled slit that even now pulsed with need. With a few more purposeful pushes and prods, it had a clit too, a shrunken, swollen nub, all that was left of his maleness, and it was sensitive. Lara brushed her claws against it, and Brandon shivered, especially as he felt his arousal drip between his legs, different than before. He was wet, hot, and aroused, and it wasn't so strange because he...he...

He was she?

He whimpered and continued to stare into Lara's eyes while her smile deepened below.

"There we go," she purred. "You've got a proper pussy now. It's sensitive, isn't it?" She stroked Brandon's lips, and the former man murmured out a moan. "Believe me, I know. We know. Know why?"

Brandon shook his head, and his gaze was nearly drawn away by the sight of his snout in his vision. Nearly, but not quite as he continued to stare into those golden eyes and hear that voice.

"You're becoming me, and this pussy?" she punctuated her words by stroking his soft lips again. "It's yours. It's mine. It's..." She slowly, tantalizing inserted two fingers in between Brandon's feminine folds. "Ours."

Brandon wanted to protest this, say that he was a man, not a woman, but he...she hardly had a chance to moan before Lara had tilted her head forward to meet him in a kiss. Their mouths met, hers a complete draconic muzzle, his still in development. Their tongues met within their mouths, tasting each other and coming across the same sweet savor. She pressed her finger in deeper into Brandon's newfound femininity while she slipped her other hand under his shirt. The former man moaned, his toes curling and uncurling as they thinned and gradually grew out into claws. His heels lifted, scales spreading up his legs to meet those spreading down at his middle, the dragoness's hand slipping from his slit to rub his own arousal against thickening thighs. She gave each of them a squeeze, coaxing them thicker and thicker while her other hand worked at his chest, smoothing out his stomach and starting the spread of scales there and everywhere else untouched by their scarlet smoothness. When Lara was satisfied with his thighs, she touched at his hips next. He shivered as they widened, feeling her change him, and he was--

Okay with that? Why wouldn't he be? He...no she, she decided, no longer felt male or in any way masculine, not just because there was a wanton, pulsing pussy that lay between her legs, but because that side of her was no longer there. It had been spurted out along with her cum, and now she felt earlier words and concepts resonate within her. She wanted, no, needed to be soft and scaly and sensual and Lara was making that happen, making her as she needed to be, Lara who was--

Her. The new dragoness groaned, baffled by the thought. She wiggled and mewled as she felt Lara's hands run over her waist, pressing it in at key points so she was no longer as boxy and masculine, instead curvier and pleasing to those prospective golden eyes. Yes, those golden eyes, so entrancing and so familiar. The changing dragoness blinked as some of that gold came into her eyes, just slight specks that started to shine over the original brown of her eyes. She couldn't pull her gaze away from those eyes as much as she wanted to shift her gaze down to peer at those breasts, so sweet and round. If only she had some...

Her wish was soon granted as Lara's hands slipped under her shirt, squeezing at the new dragoness's nipples. She shivered, her nipples becoming stiff and pointed while something stiff and pointed poked out from the base of her spine. Lara smiled at her, pulling out of their kiss before pushing the new dragoness down.

"Come on," Lara said. "Give 'em a squeeze. I know you want to. But..." She chuckled. "Let 'em loose first. I'll return the favor."

The new dragoness did as instructed, lifting her scaled hands from the sheets to undo Lara's bra while Lara massaged the scaly flesh around her nipples, coaxing them into soft, swelling mounds. She threw the bra away and admired Lara's tits for a moment, loving how they looked hanging out there like fresh fruits, ripe and firm with puffy pink nipples that were pierced with metal rings the same gold as her hair. The new dragoness took them in her hands and cupped them. They fit perfectly in her palms. After a moment, she squeezed them gently, Lara shivering above her before she did as promised and massaged her lover's burgeoning breasts. Then she pulled the other dragoness's hands away before leaning forward and lowering her chest so that her slightly jiggling breasts hung tantalizingly in front of her face.

"Go on," Lara hissed. "Suck them."

The new dragoness looked questioningly at Lara, who nodded.

"Do it and I'll give you a treat," Lara said, holding up a hand. In her open palm were two golden ring piercings, the same size and shape of the ones that pierced her nipples.

The new dragoness nodded excitedly. She lifted her head and pressed her stretching lips onto one of Lara's nipples and, after feeling her lover shudder above her, began to suck. Lara moaned and petted the other dragoness's head appreciatively even as contorted to conform to an increasingly draconic cranium.

"Keep it up," Lara purred, still shuddering. "Ohhh, you're making me wet."

The new dragoness shuddered too, still sucking. She could feel a warmth developing between her legs, but more noticeable was the stretching of her snout to a great length as she sucked. At first it felt like her head was pressed back, yet it was really her jaw lengthening until she was nearly done. Not yet though as Lara stroked her soft, curly hair before directing the dragoness to her other nipple. The dragoness latched on, this time teasing at her lover's puffy nipple with her tongue, tasting her flesh and and the metal embedded into it.

"You're good at this," Lara hissed. "We so do love this, don't we?"

The new dragoness did. That heat in her new nethers was rising and her slickening sex pulled as her snout stretched to completion. Abruptly, Lara pushed her head away, the new dragoness giving her nipple a loving lick before Lara pressed her muzzle into hers, nostril to nostril.

"Now that's a familiar face," Lara laughed, flicking out her tongue to give the other dragoness's snout a lick. Her lover looked into her eyes and did the same, both of them giggling after the action.

Abruptly, the dragoness beneath her squirmed, that stiff, hard point behind her stretching out into the start of a tail. It slid down longer and longer back between her legs, stretching and draping over a rear that was disappointingly flat. Somehow she pulled her gaze from those golden eyes and stared instead at Lara's rear, so plump and tantalizing. She moved one groping hand from her tits to squeeze at that plump rump instead and this seemed to satisfy Lara.

"Jealous, are we?" Lara asked. "No need to worry. You'll be perfect soon too."

The new dragoness smiled and nodded. She could see that now. She was to be sensual, smooth, and scaled just like Lara. It was better than being Brandon. She snorted and hissed as Lara tweaked her thickening nipples, her tits pressing noticeably against her shirt now. What sort of name was Brandon anyways? It wasn't her name, at least not anymore. What was her name then? She looked to Lara for answers, and the other dragoness smiled.

"Lovely, isn't it?" she asked, cupping the other dragoness's tits. They fit nicely in her palms, of course, ripe breasts that were soft and firm and perky. "Lovely, aren't we?"

The other dragoness nodded, squirming when Lara reached down and tugged at her tail so that it grew to its full length, reaching just to her ankles. She looked into Lara's eyes, and more of that golden glow came into her own.

Abruptly, Lara dropped down, her uncovered tits pressing into the other dragoness's covered ones while her pantied pussy grinded against her lover's bared sex. Her lover squirmed under her, and Lara grinned, placing her hands on the other dragoness's head. The new dragoness paused, wincing as pressure mounted in her draconic cranium that emerged as two bony protrusions. Lara took hold of them, and her lover froze. Lara's touch on those bony growths bridged a new connection between the two. The new dragoness felt memories and mannerisms seep into her, that of a sultry, seductive dragoness that loved a good lay but most of all loved herself. It was Lara, she realized, that was seeping into her mind, Lara, her lover, Lara, the soft, scaly sensual dragoness that now acted sultry and seductive, her eyes alight with fiery passion, Lara, who liked girls just like she did, sexy, curvy girls like--

Her.

Her? The new dragoness groaned, her skull aching as those bony protrusions sprouted out into proper horns, swept back just like Lara's. Lara clinked her pair against her twin's and then her hands were on the other dragoness's rear, massaging the flat scaled flesh until it began to swell. Though her hands were no longer upon her horns, that connection, that purpose remained. The new dragoness hissed, exhilarated, excited to be becoming more and more like Lara, like she should be since she was Lara. Well, not now. Not yet, but soon enough she would be perfect. She would be Lara.

So, she reveled in the sensation of her rear filling out so she soon had a shapely, alluring rear that provided some padding against the bed and was something soft to squeeze and tease. She shivered as Lara did just that, giving her new rear a soft squeeze.

"You like that, don't you?" Lara asked.

"Yes," the new dragoness responded, blinking at how her voice sounded: light and feminine and with a hint of a hiss. She sounded just like Lara, and it caused her to smile. She snorted, smoke trailing lightly from her snout. "I do like that. We like that."

"That's the spirit," Lara hissed. "And what would we like?"

"To get naked," the near dragoness double answered. She shivered, wiggling her wide hips and pressing her bare pussy against Lara. She hissed and looked to Lara's eyes and saw the same lust she felt.

"I knew you were going to say that," Lara chuckled. "Well..." Her tail waved enticingly. "If you help me, you'll help we."

The dragoness nodded, knowing just what to do. She raised her arms, allowing Lara to pull off her shirt while she also lifted a leg to hook Lara's panties with a talon. She slowly drew her taloned foot down along with Lara's panties, exposing her lover's slick sex to the air while her breasts bounced free now that they were no longer confined by her shirt. She looked so much like Lara now; the same proud draconic muzzle, same twin horns, same supple breasts and wide hips, the same strawberry scarlet scales that covered their curvy bodies, the same curly golden hair that draped down to their shoulders, the same teasing tails, but most importantly the same plump pussies that now pulsed and dripped with their need. She was undeniably horny.

"Now," Lara said, holding up the golden piercings to the dragoness's eyes. They jingled as she shook them slightly in her hand. "As I promised."

The new dragoness stared at them longingly. That was one other aspect in which they differed, and she shook with barely contained excitement as Lara placed one in each hand before bringing them close to her lover's unpierced nipples.

"It won't hurt," Lara hissed, giving each of the dragoness's nipples a lick. "Just sting a bit."

"Do it," the new dragoness whimpered. "Please?"

"But of course!" Lara said, smiling. The new dragoness looked down and hissed as she watched Lara press the ends of the piercings against her nipples. There was a slight glow and she shivered as she watched her nipples grow out puffier and all the more sensitive, the mixture of pleasure and pain of the cold metal against them intensifying with every passing second. She whimpered again and looked up at Lara, squirming and panting. Her nipples felt so sensitive right now. Would they always be like that? Is that why Lara had enjoyed her sucking on her tits so much? She shivered as she imagined the sensation, before she felt something all the more real as Lara tweaked her nipples. She sputtered and gasped, tail wiggling and pussy pulsing with need.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lara asked and her lover nodded. "This..." There was a clink of metal, the squelching of flesh, and a cry from the new dragoness as the piercings went in. "Feels better, yes!"

The other dragoness could barely answer her. Her stiff, sensitive nipples ached with pain and pleasure, and she could feel the rings hanging off of them now. She could see them too, but it was hard to focus with that intoxicating carnal concoction of discomfort and contentment that ran through her. While she had been horny before, now she need sex now, preferably with the dragoness that touched and tweaked at her incredibly sensitive nipples while also running her claws over the rings.

She looked to Lara and they wore the same sultry grin, their eyes gleaming with the same light and lust, no difference between them. She was one step closer to being Lara in totality. There were still her wings, but something told her they would come in soon. They just needed a little release.

"You're hot," the new dragoness hissed.

"Aren't we?" Lara asked, tilting her head.

"Mmm," the dragoness purred in response, squeezing one of her lover's tits as Lara did the same. They hissed their lust, enjoying the sight of the other's nude, nubile form and taking in that strawberry scent that lingered in the air. Then sight was not enough for the two and they were at in the next moment, hissing and writing as they grinded their pussies together, their breasts pressed together for several wild moments. Then they embraced, bringing each other close as they rolled onto their sides, the bed split between them before sitting up and repositioning, spreading their legs before interlocking them to set back to grinding their pussies against each other, their clits bumping again and again over and over. They hissed and moaned, leaning forward into their embrace and setting their snouts into a very tonguey kiss while their breasts pressed against each other again, nipples tickling at their twin. The fires of their passion grew, their movements become more frantic and heated while smoke began to drift from their nostrils, smelling of strawberries and of Lara, of them both.

As her arousal grew and grew, the new dragoness felt a tightness in her shoulder blades and then sudden release after a particularly stimulating clit contact. She drew her partner tighter, her wings bursting from her back, stretching and growing swiftly until they were able to match the frantic flapping of Lara's own set. She hissed her approval, glad to finally be complete, glad to be Lara, and glad to be free of those last vestiges of that man she once was as those memories filtered out of her nostrils as so much smoke. It drifted, indistinguishable from the rest of the sweet smoke that hung in the air just as it was impossible to tell the two dragonesses apart. They were equal in body, in spirit, and in love as they continued their love making to the fullest. They hissed, huffed, and bucked their bodies and breasts together as their grinding became less refined and much more wild in their motions, the two dragonesses writhing and moaning in pleasure, their eyes glowing brighter and brighter.

Finally they came, roaring simultaneously as they achieved orgasm at the same time, their minds wiped in that moment of anything but the pleasure. They drew apart, spewing out scarlet flames as they fell on their backs onto the bed, wings flapping weakly while their tails writhed wildly before entwining together. They stared up at the ceiling, wet and panting, the afterglow washing over them both in its radiant glory. They shivered simultaneously in their enjoyment of it, mirror images of each other, chests and breasts heaving. They hissed and reached out for each other, clasping clawed hands together to share in the enjoyment before laying as still as they could under the pleasurable aftereffects of their lovemaking.

After some time, they sat up as one, their golden eyes glimmering as they looked to the other. They examined the other, glowing eyes going over the same sensual, soft, and scaled forms.

"So," one said. "I'm--"

"Lara," the other answered. "And you're--"

"Lara too," she answered and they both laughed. "But..."

"Which one of us is the original?"

"Yes."

They both shrugged and giggled as their busts jiggled.

"It doesn't matter," one Lara said, leaning forward and smiling lustfully.

"No, it doesn't," the other Lara purred, mirroring her movements. "Well, this turned out perfectly."

"Of course. There's nothing better than being me."

"Nothing?"

"Well...I suppose fucking me is pretty good." Lara laughed, flapping her wings.

"Pretty good?" the other Lara hissed. "That was amazing."

"For me too. So...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Fuck each other until dawn?"

"How did you know?" Lara looked mock-surprised.

"I think we're very much alike, you and I. Now, are we going to do this or not?"

"Mmm," Lara purred. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"I know," the other Lara purred back. "I love it too."