Carry Stage Two

Although Carry admitted, with nearly every one of his friend had been made aware of that fact, that he really didn't like crowds, he had come to terms with many things that managed to make him stay despite such distaste for being forced to live with too many people all in one place going to and from their homes, offices and wherever else they were before stepping into the streets to bother the rest of the city that coincidentally had the exact same thought. The parks made it somewhat bearable and fun even, but the streets and the public transport system didn't quite manage to make any moment of living there interesting or even remotely the white dragon's first choice. Wherever he went he always had his headphones on, distracting him from the chaos of the city, to take his mind off the millions of people around himself always so busy, always in such a hurry and always so damn many. Even at night he couldn't shake them off unless he went to Foir park where he could sit quietly and relax for some time.

As he quietly made his way through the bowels of the nearest supermarket, Carry did his best to avoid bumping into people with his cart, often halting abruptly to make sure no one would get hurt or even tempted to drag him into a discussion about who had bumped into who for more time than he thought necessary. His headphones blared music into his ears, suppressing the cacophony of chatters around him from the hundreds of other customers taking their sweet time walking or choosing something from the shelves, turning what was supposed to be a quick and painless trip for groceries into a madness-inducing nightmare. The white dragon steered left and right, from the frozen goods isles to the bakery and then patiently waiting in front of the escalator for his turn, barely avoiding being jumped by a mother of five that was screaming orders at her chicks, telling them to get in line wherever to make space for her. Carry refused to step aside and rushed but the ox behind him wasn't fast enough to avoid being the one to be behind the motherly hen and her children as they began to fight over who was going to make the first step on the moving platform as if they had never seen one in their lives. He rolled his eyes, feeling a hint of guilt and pity for the rest of the line but glad that he had dodged that feathery bullet well before it was fired upon him.

It took him quite a while to complete his series of purchases, every round, every different shop making his burden heavier and more bulky, now armed with a grand total of five different bags, one of which was obviously going to be the one to rupture seconds before he'd enter his apartment. He thanked his body for having a tail that could at least lift one of the bags, else he'd be even more at odds with his groceries than he already was at the moment. But even with a tail and his naturally fit body, he still had his problems making sure none of his stuff got stolen or fell off the bags. After a while he decided to call it quits and retreated to the side of the pavement, panting a little, his arms sore and definitely not in the mood to lift anything else. He should get one of those fancy grocery strollers he saw the old mole lady on the other end of the hall his apartment was in. That shaky contraption looked insanely useful for carting bags around, at least it was better than having them dangle off his arms...

As he rested, he took out his phone and lazily browsed through the messages and mail he got, ignoring most of it like any sensible person that didn't have the time to bother replying to spam or boring party invitations. His thumbs led him around his screen, absentmindedly scrolling from app to app, playing some games before quickly becoming bored and hopping off to something else, eventually ending up on his gallery. The moment he accessed it, dozens of images of himself naked in all sorts of poses appeared on the screen, videos of him jerking off. Carry hurriedly shoved that phone in his pockets and blushed, looking around to see if anyone had seen the contents or was still watching him. Since he couldn't find anyone, he sighed and slumped on the bench he was on, clutching his groceries to check if anything had somehow gone missing while he was looking at his screen. It took him a moment to realize that no one would think that the white dragon that he had hidden away was himself, since that dragon was quite definitely a herm, with tits and all the other dangly equipment. If anyone had seen that, they would at most think he was looking at porn or at the photos of his girlfriend even, but only he knew that, while the dragon was undoubtedly different, she was also most definitely him. His hands reached for the exotic marks on his eyes and gently stroked them, not quite following the entire thing as something like that would definitely make him both a very happy dragon and a very embarrassed one within minutes.

Carry fixed his jacket and stood back up, adjusting his pants when no one was watching, hoping to hide the sudden, shameful hard-on he had popped the moment the thought of actually following through his fantasies of triggering the change right there in public. With that blush he sped up, music a little louder, his steps farther away as he forgot to be nice and polite and simply made his way to his apartment through the crowd. Although he had completely shaken off the idea of enjoying himself in public, doing so in private, hidden by the walls of his home wasn't a bad idea. More than a week had passed since and he had made sure to enjoy his powers to the fullest, not a day in which he hadn't swiped his finger on his rune and turned into something most people would drool over, watching himself in the mirror with satisfaction and no little amount of interest for his own body. Denying it would be dumb: he loved himself, well, he loved that now he could finally sate that burning need he had felt for so long in his heart, that missing piece that he had lived with for years and that no amount of friends or reading could fill in. The solution had been devilishly simple and complex at the same time: stroking, licking, squeezing, pinching and pulling till he fainted and went to sleep in his birthday suit, panting, covered in his own lust and surrounded by his musk till he woke up. A few times he had been jerked awake by the alarm clock and saw that he was still in his other form, forced to ignore his morning needs, turn back and go to work. He thought that simply waking up and taking the streets early in the morning had been horrible but doing so after forcing himself to step down from the high that being so much more than what he was now brought, that was even worse. Time and time again Carry rushed home only to throw everything out of the way and then forget about the world outside and today wouldn't be any different. As he walked out of the elevator and into the hall that led to the safety of his apartment, his smile crept wider and his steps became even faster despite the tightness he was feeling in his pants from the excitement he was feeling.

"Carry! There you are!" His plans were abruptly shattered with the gentleness of a bulldozer in a glass shop the moment he turned the corner and his eyes registered a familiar couple waiting in front of his door.

"Violet? Darren? What... what are you doing here?" He slowed down and stopped, putting all of his bags on the floor, his muscles resuming their silent protest now that they were free from their burden and could make themselves known to the dragon. "Did something happen?"

"What? No... wait... she didn't tell you?" Violet frowned, confused, making Carry even more confused.

"Who didn't tell me what?" Carry looked at the lizard then at his friend and back at Violet again, getting even more confused as the stares continued and no one understood what the hell was going on until the herm lizard slapped her forehead and sighed.

"Your cousin, I suppose she forgot to tell you she invited us over to your place." Carry froze for a moment: his cousin? He had no cousin at all, his mother and his father were both single children and he didn't know of any cousin that would even remotely think that it'd be fine for them to invite his own friends over and not...

"Oh..." Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.... Fuck... for a few seconds all that passed through the dragon's brain was that single work on repeat, over and over again. He had completely forgotten about his 'cousin' which didn't exist, one he conjured from thin air. "What... what did she do?" That same cousin had come in existence when he had met the two of them in a shop and needed a cover for his striking resemblance to himself while being the wrong gender.

"Well, we met her at this fancy new place that sells clothes for herms and all that stuff, she was super nice..." Darren began talking and telling him a story he already knew because he had technically been there and experienced first-hand but Violet nudged his side with her elbow and set him straight. "Ok, ok... jeez. So, we talked, went to a bar, got some drinks. She told us you were hosting her at your place for a while and that you'd love to have some fun time together, all four of us." If a white dragon could become even more white than that, Carry was managing it with spectacular results the more the owl talked. He cringed inside so hard his ancestors could feel his organs twist and turn. How the hell had he not only managed to get drinks but also, somehow, invite himself, himself and his friends for a four person party... "And so here we are." Darren flashed him a big fat smile as Carry simply deflated in front of them and wished to be dead.

"She, uhm, she forgot to tell me... like anything." He made up another excuse for forgetting a plan he himself had made, although with a different body.

"Oh crap, we're so sorry." Violet sighed, rubbing her temples in slow circles. "Are you busy? We could just have her come with us and leave you alone, go to bars for a while." That idea was somehow even worse than staying in his apartment since it entailed things he couldn't even begin to think how he could hide from them.

"Well, she's not back... yet so... you could come inside and if she doesn't come in a couple of hours we can have dinner with just the three of us and then I will... have a talk with her later?" And some-fucking-how he was still digging a deeper hole by himself, a grave so deep he'd have to ask for a rescue team to get him out.

"If you're ok with us barging in on you like this." Darren scratched his neck, embarrassed and a little guilty. Carry was really, really tempted to tell them he was tired and wanted to sleep but he also made the mess in the first place and he was going to own it at the very least. The dragon fished for his keys in his pockets and opened the door and again, immediately regretted it.

The apartment was clearly a single man's apartment, granted one that loved to clean: bare of most things a couple might need, neat and tidy most of the time, maybe a place that needed some more paintings and a mirror here and there to lighten up the various rooms, but at the moment it felt more like it was owned by a teenager. The air felt stale, dense with musk and sweat, like the one of a locker room, clothes were dropped all over the furniture and the floor in messy piles...

Carry blushed so hard and so fast his scales turned pink and slammed the door shut, but the damage was already done, they had seen it. He smiled wryly, sighed, gave up on every having a conversation with them that wouldn't make him think of this event and entered. The worst part is that he was the one responsible for all that stuff, the thick stench of sex especially. He took off his clothes in an orderly manner and hung them on the hook like any other day, well, any other day before that day and helped the two guests do the same.

"One moment." He rushed to the kitchen and the living room, opening the only two windows that he had in that area of the apartment and hoped that some wind would help cleaning the air at least so that no one was forced to smell that musk with every breath. Darren and Violet chuckled when they saw him so flustered and going everywhere trying to collect shirts, underwear and stuff that had clearly been used for less than innocent things. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's ok, your cousin must be... quite the... what's the word?" The owl turned his head and looked at his girlfriend who just smiled and picked up a pair of panties that, although had a very frilly and lingerie-y look, were designed to fit packages that would look big on a horse.

"A horny herm." She winked at the blushing dragon who did his best not to look back. "Come on Carry, I know how I am and I know what I went through when I was a teenager. I managed to get past those few years of constant stimulation but some never do, I guess your cousin is the same." She patted his back and smiled again. "By the way, you've got the same tattoo as her." Carry froze and started sweating cold, his tail barely twitching. He had forgot about that small, itsy-bitsy detail that couldn't be just shrugged off.

"Yes, that's right, I was confused when I saw you." She pointed that out and the white dragon was tempted to smash his head against a wall and free himself from both the embarrassment and the need to explain his 'tattoo' that coincidentally looked exactly like his 'cousin's'.

"Well... it's, uhm, it's kind of embarrassing..." He stuttered, his hands flaying all around the place as his brain raced at top speed to come up with the most bullshit excuse he could find. Thankfully, he was a good liar, perks of his job that required him to make perfect smiles and be respectful to some of the most rude and entitled people in the world on a daily basis. "I lost a bet." The two gasped in shock but seemed to accept it. It was way far out for his character but it wasn't entirely impossible for someone to lose a bet and be forced to do weird stuff. "But I was, you know, scared of getting a tattoo and she did it for support, that kind... of stuff..." His smile was pathetic but it worked well enough and they smiled, nodding in understanding of his plight. "A-alright, you guys wait here and I'll come back in a few to make you some tea or coffee or whatever else..."

He grabbed everything he had collected and dashed out of the living room, shutting the door of the laundry room with all his might, close to breaking it and then slammed his head on the wall repeatedly. The worst part was that he couldn't even blame someone else, much less any mysterious cousin, given that person was him.

A few minutes passed and he put everything inside the washing machine, regretting not having done it sooner, although he was not regretting enjoying making such a mess given how much fun he had in the process. Still, he took his time cleaning himself up, getting a new pair of pants and a fresh shirt. As he came out, he saw his guests on the couch, quietly making out with each other, Darren sitting in Violet's lap, his ass slowly grinding on her crotch, his hands squeezing her chest from time to time while her own hands groped his pants and kneaded a rather obvious bulge. Carry blushed yet again and pretended not to notice their actions, simply passing by and accidentally opening the fridge too hard, causing some of the bottles of sauce to clink against each other. The two lovebirds, or rather, the one lovebird and the lizard, were jerked out of their trance that Carry suspected wasn't completely unrelated to the entire apartment stinking of balls, cum, sweat and sex to high heaven despite the windows open and delivering a slight breeze. They coughed and set dresses and feathers in order before walking over to him with not so well concealed bulges in their pants. He pretended not to notice those either.

"Coffee?"

"I'm good, but if you have some tea I'm down for a cup." Darren smiled and grabbed the cup he always took when he visited.

"Coffee for me." Carry nodded silently and began making it, although a big part for him doing it was to take his mind off the events of the past fifteen minutes. "Why did you never mention having a cousin?" And the universe decided it wasn't his right to have some peace, not that day at least.

"Because I never talked to her in years and I thought she... had moved to another country." He silently begged his ancestors to help him survive through this ordeal alive and not suffering from self-inflicted bullet wounds. "She suddenly popped out of nowhere, asked me to let her stay and I said yes." That was a really nice lie, sufficient enough even if suspicious as fuck.

"You're so nice, I wish my cousin were this good with me. Last time I asked them to crash at their place they said yes but forgot to tell me they were leaving an hour before I arrived to go camping in the mountains so I had to rush to the train station, grab their house keys and spend three days alone in there." Darren scoffed and grabbed his cup of tea. Wisps of steam rose from the cup and got lost in the air as the breeze intensified enough to prompt Carry to close the windows before it got any stronger.

"So, what do you think of her?"

"Her? Your cousin?" Carry nodded slightly. "Well, we talked for a couple of hours in total I think, she's nice, very... open and happy to be around people. She liked the bar we went to, danced a little, drank with us and one dude we knew. Although you two are cousins and you are indeed extremely similar, I would have almost thought you were the same person, but then she... kissed me and Darren and well, you would never do that even with a bunch of drinks in your body." At the mention of that detail he had also forgotten about, he blushed again and turned around just in time to hide it as he grabbed her freshly poured coffee. "So what was the bet you lost?"

"Wh-what?"

"The bet, what did she bet for you to actually agree to make yourself get those fancy tattoos? Did she ask you to drink something? Did she make you... walk around naked in the hallway outside or.... Did she make you answer a call while she was sucking your dick?" Carry spat his coffee on the wall, coughing and spitting what little was left a moment later, wheezing. It took him a few long moments before he could even breathe right and grab the towel to clean his mess. "Oooh, I got it right, didn't I?" Both Violet and Darren were staring intensely at Carry who, under the intensity of their gazes and their big grins, blushed and sighed heavily.

"Alright..." He slammed his hands on the table and took a deep breath. He stared back at them with the same intensity, his heart slowing down in his chest as he quietly took control of his embarrassment, fighting against the urge to not think about it and made up his mind. "I'm sorry but I can't keep lying to you guys like that, it's starting to become too complicated and needlessly hard on me than it's worth." Violet frowned deeply, her grin fading as his words sunk in her mind and made the lizard sit a little bit more straight in her seat. Darren took a few more moments to fully understand that the situation wasn't quite as light-hearted as before. "I didn't think this would happen when I called you here..." Violet frowned again.

"But it was your cousin that called us... right?"

"Well yes, but also... no. Look it's complicated." Carry rubbed his temples, trying to figure out a way to tell them in the right way but in doing so, in the heat of the moment, forced to find the right words, he forgot about the runes completely. A wave of heat passed over him, making him wince, his legs wobbling underneath the table. The two looked at him in worry. "Complicated and easy at the same time." He straightened his back, pretending not to be in a slightly uncomfortable situation, but, in the very moment he did so, his chest swelled beneath the thin t-shirt. The white dragon blushed, unable to hide the blossoming mounds, his nipples poking through the fabric, the growing breasts stopping at a modest B cup before he could relax and take a breath. His friends stared in awe, confusion, interest and no little amount of lust at him while he struggled to fit an already tight shirt on something that wasn't supposed to be there. "Cat's out of the bag I guess..."

"We-well... I can see it's complicated..." Darren gulped, unable to look anywhere but at the perky tits of his friend, his friends' tits, his male friend's tits that had suddenly popped out of nowhere. He fumbled with his pants to try and fix the tightness down there. "So you..."

"Yes."

"And the two of us..."

"Yes." He smiled wryly, a little embarrassed. He looked down for a moment, just in time to notice that his breasts had grown a little more, pushing to a fuller B cup, near C, making his shirt pull up, revealing a hint of abs and his pants. At the same time, he forced to suppress a loud moan that came out as a whimper, the fabric of his jeans looked a little tighter all around, his hips fuller and his package just the same. Violet had to close her mouth with her hands since it seemed to not respond to her will.

"How...?"

"Don't know, don't care, it's great." He smiled, she smiled back after a moment's of hesitation.

"I bet." She leaned closer to him and sneaked a peek at his swelling package, quickly filling the little space it had in there, making the white dragon shift and try to shift it to make it sit comfortably in a space hardly designed for it. "Why don't you take those off?"

"You would love that, wouldn't you? But it's not time yet." She pouted. "Go sit on the couch and watch something I'll be back..." Carry suddenly froze and groaned loudly, his legs stiffening as he gripped the edge of the counter, his eyes gently crossing and rolling back as his bulge twitched and swelled some more, a big, wet patch blossoming right in between his legs. He moaned, biting his lower lip, shivering all over as his cock fired shot after shot after shot of spunk in front of his friends, his tits growing along with his hips and ass. The white dragon squirmed on the spot, attempting to manoeuvre his junk so that it wouldn't happen again, but he was either too late, or that was the trigger for another sudden climax. The seams of his pants strained all over his ass and his hips, the lanky flanks turning into plush and soft domes, ripping here and there while his front twitched madly, his cock growing thicker and longer right under their eyes, his tip flattening as it mashed against the damp fabric of his pants and then let loose another load. The amount seemed to be even bigger than before, the jeans glued to the dragon's fat package to the point they could actually see his nuts bloat, grow, twitch and unload their contents. "... after I get cleaned up..." Even as the heat in his body rose and made him more comfortable, that little incident still made him blush and try to deny it ever happening. The effort was wasted given that both the patch was big and the jeans were starting to lose their integrity as more and more and more cock was violently crammed inside, pushing the bulge outwards, barely contained by the last strands of his underwear now.

Darren muttered something softly, rubbing his own hard-on through his fancy pants while Violet shamelessly fished her shaft out of her fly. The fat, twenty centimetre tapered cock was throbbing and oozing enough pre to rival Carry's messy output and the lizard let it spurt a few shots on the underside of the kitchen counter, her sack twitching ever so slightly, still trapped in her clothes. Carry grinned as wide as he could seeing his friend get comfortable, his embarrassment and shame slowly disappearing for that familiar, weird and exhilarating feeling that the rune gave him. Any other time he would have ran the other way or pretended not to have ever seen anything at all but at the moment he made sure to let the herm lizard know he had seen her.

He quickly made it to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, behind him a messy trail of what dripped from his saturated clothes, just in time for his cock to force its way out of his clothes, ripping the last threads of his underwear. He bit his lips, softly moaning as he grabbed the forty centimetre tool and rubbing his hands over the flattening, broad tip. His legs wobbled, making him kneel on the ground, tearing what was left of his pants with his claws, his swelling, growing sack gently touching the cold tiles of the bathroom, providing barely enough chill to cool down the heat in his body. The white dragon spread his legs apart, his bubbly ass widening a little more as his tits ballooned two sizes up in a few seconds, his shirt so tight he had to tear it too, watching with glee and relief as the twin mounds of goodness burst out, wobbling for a moment or two before swelling yet again and settling for a ripe, toned E cup. His hands let go of his cock, the throbbing length surpassing forty centimetres in a single throb, firing precum all over the place while he cupped his breasts and took his nipples in his mouth and bit just lightly enough to make his body sing and unload an ever denser and messier load of cum all over the bathroom floor. Rope after rope after rope of finger-thick cum splattered in a fan in front of him, reaching farther away with each tug of his apple sized nuts. The dragon moaned loudly enough for the two outside the door to not have to even imagine what he was doing: the clogging, dense, virile stench of sex, sweat and cum bypassed the door with incredible ease, slowly making them hornier than they had been in months, their own shafts painting the wood with their brand of pre and lust. But as time passed and the musk thickened to the point they could barely hold themselves together, they had to sit down on the couch, their heads full of his moans and grunts so that they were forced to turn on the tv and watch something. Their pants had long since been tossed somewhere on the floor, their balls cosily resting on the couch while their shafts oozed liberally. Minutes slowly crawled forward, ten minutes becoming twenty, then thirty and fifty, Carry stubbornly locked in the bath still, his voice echoing above the boring cooking show they had put on to distract themselves every now and then. Violet idly stroked herself, her tapered length begging for more attention, but being denied anything but a few more strokes after a couple of minutes, edging closer and closer to a massive peak while Darren cleaned the fruits of a ruined orgasm after he lingered too much and tripped over his own edge. The owl's feathers were stained with pearly white, his above average cock still hard and twitching despite having shot its load on his best friend's carpet and on himself, the mushroom tip partially covered by its pink hood as it had risen back up. Then, at the one hour mark on the spot, just when they had gotten used to the stench of sex that they and their friend had produced, just when they had managed to get their hands off those aching, demanding cocks, Carry opened the door. A blast of musk dense enough to make the two squirm in their seats filled the entire apartment in seconds, steps following behind that solid wall of lust.

The dragon walked out of the bath with a big fat grin, calm, confident and still very clearly in the mood despite having spent an hour essentially doing nothing but unloading over and over again. Her cock was still hard, still oozing, the immense, fifty centimetre length forced to stay underneath her shirt, but the constant throbbing and the constant leaking of precum had already turned the new, bigger shirt into a see-through one, every vein, every twitch and every inch of it visible to the two on the couch. Carry's fat, flat tip was nestled between her tits, coating them in a hearty, messy layer, peeking near the top whenever she made a big step that made her chest wobble pleasantly. Her tongue lolled out for a moment before diving beneath her shirt to tease herself, the sheer length of her shaft allowing her to lick herself and barely have to curl her neck. As she circled her broad flare, a strong twitch of her fist-sized nuts made her entire cock throb and splatter her chin with precum that dripped on her chest for an even messier sight. The white dragon chuckled and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs wide so that her friends could see her sack shift and ultimately settle, big enough to be visible even through the baggier pants, heavy enough to make a dent in the cushions. They both gulped, their noses assaulted by the full strength of her musk, thickly laden with all the loads she had wasted on herself, on the floor, on the walls and on the mirror. She definitely hadn't even bothered to clean her scales, maybe she just wiped off some of her spunk to put on her clothes but even if she did, it would have been a rather big waste of effort, given that her clothes were already soaked and utterly ruined by the constant dripping of precum. Another twitch, another spurt, her nipples became even more evident beneath the shirt, black on white, her pants starting to cling to her thighs and her balls, giving them more reasons to stare. Carry smiled again, looking for a moment at the mess on the carpet on Darren's side, droplets of cum still clinging to his shaft. Her hand reached for it, a finger running on the underside to collect a few drops that she licked, her eyes glued to him as she cleaned her fingers.

"I hope you haven't had too much fun without me..." Darren shook his head so hard Carry almost worried it's spin and fly off into the ceiling.

"So... it's really you?" Violet was more lucid, or rather, less interested in staring at her friend's huge tits or huger cock like her boyfriend was doing, although the incredibly heavy stench of sex wafting from her very being was making it hard not to think about doing anything but that. Carry sighed and nodded. "Well, isn't this quite the... hell, I don't even know what it is..."

"To be honest neither do I." Carry shrugged and earned herself the confused stares from the lizard while Darren took a few more seconds to process the information, forcefully and regretfully ripping his mind off the juicy, dripping, throbbing package mere inches away from his hands. "I kind of woke up with them last week. The day you saw me was also my first day with this body." Carry leaned back, her hands momentarily leaving the backrest of the couch to fish out her monster shaft from her shirt since being blasted by her own precum every few seconds was starting to get annoying for her. The slab of meat flopped under its own weight before rising back up, slapping its owner in the chest, ultimately settling for falling on Violet's lap. Both of the reptiles moaned, their shafts gently rubbing against each other, Carry's massive own smothering her sizeable but just above average one, smearing her entire crotch in a thick layer of precum with but a couple of shots from her melon sized nuts.

"So you were, uhm, changing when I called you?" The owl gulped, trying not to look too shocked but failing miserably, his eyes constantly zipping back and forth as if locked onto the dragon's fat tool.

"I was testing the new equipment, so to speak..." She grinned and licked her lips at the memory, making Darren blush as the heat of her body and the increasingly heavy musk wafted into his small nostrils now that her shaft was freed from her clothes. Somehow the thin cotton managed to keep the stench of sex trapped or maybe Carry still had some cards up her sleeve.

"How is it?"

"How is what?" Carry tilted her head sideways, confused for a moment, then she snapped her fingers. "Ah, you mean this?" The dragon grinned and cupped her breasts, playing with her tits in all of their E cup glory, her black nipples poking through her shirt, straining it. She toyed with herself for a little bit before pulling her shirt upwards and letting the twin mounds free much like she did with her cock a minute before.

"What was the point of getting dressed if you need to take stuff off so soon?" Darren frowned, both him and his girlfriend happy and puzzled by their friend's decision to put anything on herself: Carry was already half naked, not that the clothes she had on did anything to cover her bits in any sort of way. If anything, he found her to be less naked than before now that she was half naked. He didn't complain too much though.

"Eye candy, dear. It's all for your enjoyment." She giggled and threw the soaked shirt off, leaning back once again, her breasts swaying pleasantly as they resisted the pull of gravity. "But it feels amazing: it's like I'm on a cloud constantly." As Carry sighed in relief, Violet murred, her hands finally escaping from her control, racing for the dickgirl's huge tits and gave them a squeeze. The sudden touch made the Carry moan and her cock twitch, a particularly dense and fat blob of precum turning the lizard's crotch in an even bigger mess. "Careful, they're sensitive." Violet didn't hesitate to squeeze them again, her hands sank into the soft, plump mass. Carry moaned again and her cock twitched harder, now in the hands of the curious owl. His tongue lashed out and touched her flare, the taste of her cum and her flesh settling on his tongue, sparking anew his interest and every last bit of lust he had held back. "Mmmh..." She moaned softly as Darren opened his beak as wide as he could, taking in her entire flare, filling his mouth completely in one single go. Her cum pipe suddenly unloaded the next shot of precum, bigger and denser than any of the ones she had wasted on herself or in the bathroom, as if the mere act of a different mouth, a different tongue, different hands upon her was enough to trigger something inside her that made her body sing and work harder. Darren was forced to swallow a mouthful of thick batter, not yet cum but dense enough to surpass it, his own cock spewing ropes on her crotch. "Oooh, I should have done this sssssssooner..." Carry bit her lips, her tail violently tugging her pants down so that her balls could be free as well. Darren tried to help, but his hands kept going back to her shaft, roaming on the vast expanse of twitching flesh, slickened by the copious precum she had spilled before and what escaped from the imperfect seal of his hard beak. "You were always too shy to do that." Violet smiled, her tongue flicking one of the dickgirl's fat nipples as her hands joined her boyfriend's upon Carry's cock. They met in the middle, teasing her ring, squeezing the base so that he would have to swallow bigger and bigger loads. "Look at you now..."

"Well, it does help to have the right equipment." The dragon chuckled, guiding Violet's hands lower till they met her twitching nuts, cupping, or attempting to cup them in her palms.

The lizard's eyes widened at the sheer weight of the things, heavier than any male she had ever know, or herm or dickgirl for that matter. In a moment of heat, she grabbed Carry's muzzle and planted her own on it, their tongues meeting in the middle, sharing saliva and the overwhelming, strong taste of cum. The herm was shocked but not too much: Carry had probably sucked herself off more than a few times. They played with each other's tongues over and over, back and forth, muzzles glued to the other as Darren reached for the dragon's hefty sack, massaging the fat orbs, making her moan into his girlfriend's mouth while his own was more and more full of dragon cock, his throat bulging as he pushed it deeper. The shape of that massive flare was already nestled at the base of his neck, his eyes watering as the strong musk wafted into his nostrils, as his stomach was filled with precum, as his own sizeable dick throbbed unattended, drooling over the ruined carpet. Eventually even his hunger had to give in and he pulled back, drawing a deep breath only to be grabbed by the two on top of him, each holding one fat shaft in hand and presented them to him like tasty treats. Darren looked up: his girlfriend was smiling along with Carry, the dragon rubbing her white hand over the lizard's tapered shaft while said lizard did her best to encircle the dragon's towering horsecock, aiming it so that the constant barrage of precum would hit her boyfriend. The two still hadn't broken the kiss, not entirely but Violet eventually did and knelt on the ground beside Darren. The two kissed briefly as well, sharing the taste of the dragon's musky cock, but they were too drawn to her flesh to spend any more time in front of it. They threw themselves on that shaft, beak and muzzle open, tongues slipping out to slather the fat length in layers upon layers of saliva, meeting at the tip to coil around it, sharing brief kisses while still tasting the salty dragon flesh upon their buds.

Carry moaned louder, groping herself, squeezing her tits as her cock was worshipped, as Violet opened her mouth to suckle on her left nut, Darren taking the other, struggling to tend to the heavy orbs so big they were. Minutes passed and the dragon was hard pressed to keep her calm, to not cum before the time was right but the two at her feet were making it so much harder than it needed to be, desperately stroking, licking, sniffing and swallowing as much of her cock as they could before the other wanted more. More time passed, slowly, far too slowly, every lick bringing the dragon closer to a peak she hadn't felt in years, a peak she might have never felt and her heart filled with satisfaction, that deep craving for fulfilment she hadn't had in so long, that same craving that had caused her to reach for help and that caused her to become what she was now was slowly being fulfilled. With a gasp she curled her toes around her friends' shafts, their cocks wedged between her white talons, stroking them as her own balls sloshed, swelled and prepared to unload. Violet's eyes widened when she understood the dickgirl was close, her mouth opening immediately and closing just as fast around the fat horsecock, swallowing it all the way down to the medial ring, eyes watering as the flare was shoved inside her stomach, pushing further still, impaling herself on that godly tool. Darren moaned in protest, denied his prize now that his girlfriend's snout bumped into a creamy wall of white scales and gagged, too full of cock, too full of her precum and still just one stroke away from orgasm herself. The owl dove for the dragon's balls, his feathery hands cupping them just a second before his beak was buried in between and took a long, deep sniff and exhaled. That was the drop that broke the dam: Carry howled, her talons squeezing their cocks just enough to make them scream in return, Darren firing ropes on the dragon's underfoot, Violet completely coating the other side, her throat clamping down as every muscle in her lizard body tensed and finally made the dragon trip over the peak of her climax.

Carry came, her nuts heaving up and down, over and over, her bulging shaft dancing inside the lizard's throat, making it stretch and contract with every pump of those orbs, delivering enough spunk to slowly fill her stomach, a paunch appearing after merely twenty seconds of orgasm. Already the dragon's climax had left the other two behind, going strong even when they had begun to come down, her cock still firing shot after shot after shot of cum down Violet's gullet, her balls still heavy, still twitching. Thirty seconds and only then did Carry slump backwards, her hips twitching one last time as the lizard quickly pulled back, her lungs begging for air and respite only to be hit by a few last spurts. The dickgirl's cum splattered on her tits, coating them in a hearty layer of white goop, dense enough to stick, musky enough to rekindle the owl's desire and making him dive for his girlfriend's breasts, lapping up every drop of spent seed before swallowing that throbbing, leaking shaft yet again, earning himself a few last spurts that he swallowed greedily.

"That was..." Carry sighed, panting a little, not as much as Violet who was struggling to get her bearings together, her creamed chest heaving up and down.

"That was hot." Darren found the words for her and flashed her a smile, his hands somehow still locked onto her somehow still hard cock. He muttered something and slowly stroker her, feeling the flesh beneath his hands throb and thrum back to life, her balls twitching as the constant, incessant, juicy flow of precum resumed just as strong as before. "Are you not done yet?" The owl looked at the dickgirl in utter shock.

"Well yeah, I could go for another round." Carry chuckled, pinching her nipples while Violet quietly slumped to her side and drew a long breath, patting the big belly full of sloshing spunk she had gotten.

"I ain't even going to ask how because... well..." Darren scratched his neck and then smoothed the feathers he had ruffled and then, under the eyes of his girlfriend, got on all fours and raised his big tail, all of his brown feathers fanned out, hiding his blushing expression as he wiggled his ass to the dragon on the couch. Carry licked her lips at the sight of her friend's juicy, puffy, clearly trained tailhole bared before her and her cock fired a small spurt that landed right on Darren's ass, lewdly dripping on the carpet among the cooling spunk he himself had spilled before. "Please..."

"Won't your girlfriend be jealous?" Carry kissed said girlfriend, sharing her own taste once again as tongues coiled and danced.

"His girlfriend likes to see him get topped when she's too tired to go on."

"Well then, I'll take that offer up if he thinks he can take me." Carry knelt on the ground and let her cock fall on the owl's ass, making him gasp at the weight and once again realizing just how big it was now that it was pushed against his pucker.

"I have seen horses smaller than you Carry, but life is about trying new things, right?" The two girls smiled to each other while Darren braced himself and yet, when the dickgirl pressed the fat flare against his tailhole and pushed, he still moaned and felt his legs wobble.

Carry pushed and pushed, slowly forcing herself inside him, the tight but stretchy hole yawning wider and wider around her tip, lubed up by the ever present flow of precum, turning his feathers into a goopy mess and his insides into a bigger mess still. He shivered, relaxing his muscles and basking in the feeling of letting such a tool slide deeper inside him, stretching him even more than his girlfriend, hot and warm like only a dragon could be. His feathers puffed up, taking up all the space in between them until she bent down and pressed her chest against his back, her tits mashing into him, letting the owl know that the one pounding his backside was bigger in more than one compartment. That feeling was reinforced even more when Carry began to put more force behind her thrusts and her huge sack slapped into his own, heavy melons against golf balls, making him moan, conflicted as be both wished to feel the contents of those orbs dumped inside him and to keep going forever. The moment their hips met, the moment the base of the dragon's immense shaft was buried completely inside the owl's trembling tunnel, the two lovers let out a long, drawn-out gasp just as Carry's sack drew up, taut and shining with droplets of sweat as she came and flooded him. Darren crumbled under her, his arms wobbling till his face hit the ground and she followed him, still lodged as deep as she could be, still filling him with warm spunk until his belly started to swell. Violet bit her lips, her own cock standing back up as she stroked herself while watching her boyfriend bottoming with such pleasure, he himself spurting what little of cum he had left on the already soaked and ruined carpet beneath. A long minute passed, marked by soft grunts and moans and by the splatter of seed on the floor as the pressure within the owl's bowels grew too much and a little of the immense load spilled from the girthy seal of the dickgirl's shaft.

"That was lovely..." Carry kissed Darren, not daring to dislodge herself from him just yet. He moaned in response.

"So, you really have no idea as to why you got this powers? No one you know?" Violet slumped on the couch, panting, licking her hand clean of dribbles of spent cum from her hide.

"If I did I wouldn't have waited this long to get them..." Carry sighed in relief, her nuts twitching with life every now and then as she relaxed and felt her cock soften slowly. "But no, I don't know how or why, I just know it happened and it's amazing."

"I saw..." The lizard licked her lips. "I call dibs on the next round." She chuckled and let her head rest on the mound of pillows she had built while she watched Darren get pounded. "How long does it take for you to get back in business?"

"Depends: are you going to help me or are you going to stay there and watch?" Carry grinned and lifted her tail up, letting the lizard have a look at her backside, the herm's eyes locking onto her friend's tailhole like a homing missile. She immediately knelt and pressed her snout in between her cheeks, taking a whiff of the dense, heavy, mind-clogging musk, her shaft quickly engorging after barely two minutes of rest after god knows how long it had been permanently hard. "Mmmh, I could get used to this..." Carry moaned, her cock warm and wet, massaged constantly by Darren's stretchy passage, her tailhole licked and cleaned, sniffed and teased by her other friend.

"Then you'd better call us here every time you transform, ok?"

"I'll think about it..." The two stared at each other for a while before Violet went back to tend to Carry's wide, plump ass. Just as the dickgirl was about to pull out, ready to bend over the lizard and make her scream while the owl kept on muttering under his breath strings of incoherent sentences, the doorbell rang and broke the near perfect mood of the room. Carry groaned, pulling out but not for the reason she had wanted and walked to the door, opened it and stood there as a delivery guy, a burly wolf, turned around, presented her with a document to sign and saw the messy, lewd trail of cum she had left behind her. Carry smiled, signed the form, took the massive package and closed the door while the wolf still tried to figure out what he had seen. "I wasn't expecting the delivery today..." She chuckled and dragged it to the living room. With a claw she opened it, tearing through the tape and the flimsy layer of cardboard to reveal a smaller box within, although it was still quite the big box. "Ah, there it is..." Carry smiled as the image of a centaur holding on to what looked like a stand that he was about to mount. The herm taur's cock was out, sixty centimetres of pure breeder meat, the flare big enough to be wide as someone's fist, a red line measuring it at a whopping nine centimetres wide to advertise the fact that the tube would be able to take it and then still have space left.

"A taur mounting stand?" Violet frowned and sat straight, confused by her friend's purchase. The stand seemed to be able to be secured to tables, beds or just the floor, reinforced and with a large reservoir at the top to unload any load it would be filled with, or come with a small pump sold separately to drain even bigger ones. "What do you need taur erotic equipment for?" The lizard herm looked at her friend who simply looked back at her with a big fat grin, no words said. Slowly she began to understand, her eyes darting back and forth between the toy, her friend, her friend's cock and the toy again, over and over until her jaw dropped. "No fucking way..."