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Arrcrao shakes his red dragon scaled posterior, running his claws along the black and purple salazzle colored speedos. He takes a deep breath, calming himself, “It’s nice they gave me lifeguard duty again. I had such fun last time… though I wonder if there will be another salazzle meeting,” he thinks, his heart fluttering like his wings. He adjusts his lifeguard shirt, making sure its all lined up before heading out into the pool area. The water slides flowing water down into the pool, filled with a few early morning guests of the casino enjoying a morning swim.

He waves to the salazzle lifeguard on duty, “Morning Kristina, how are you doing today?”

She climbs down the chair, her sleek body shines in the light, that is like many of the others, “Morning and I’m surprised you could tell me apart from the others. Most non-pokémon have trouble with that.”

He smiles, “Well, it helps I have gotten time to spend around all of you lovely ladies.”

She smirks, “Such a charmer. Perhaps I should tell Marilla that you are sweet talking with me,” she says, gently blowing her sweet aroma over him.

He shudders, holding back his delight, swallowing a lump in his throat, “N-no. That won’t be necessary. She’s the only salazzle for me. Yup, just her, no one else. I’m a loyal dragon and you can’t….” he tenses as Kristina runs a finger across his chest.

“I’m glad to hear it,” she says, gently running her hand across his cheek. The small salazzle having such power and strength, that he forgets that she’s shorter than him, “And don’t worry. I prefer the ladies anyway,” she says with a wink, “Enjoy your shift,” she says, waving him goodbye, “See you later.”

“See you…” he says, taking a moment to admire the salazzles sauntering pace, “They make it seem so natural… perhaps it is,” he thinks as she clammers up to the top, starting his shift. Everything goes well till about halfway into the shift, Kristina comes back with two other salazzles and they begin to usher customers out of the pool area.

“Is everything okay?” he asks about to climb down but Kristina holds up her pink palmed hand.

“Didn’t you read the schedule?”

“Schedule? I was asked to fill in today just yesterday.”

“The Mistress is throwing us a pool party to celebrate her anniversary.”

“Anniversary? What for?”

“She doesn’t say, and we don’t ask, but she’s kind enough to give us a fun time, so why fret about it? Though if you like to gamble…” she says, looking up at him with a sly smirk.

“Oh, I don’t gamble.”

“Ah, shame, and yet you work at a casino.”

“I love my job, but just because I don’t gamble doesn’t mean I’m against working here.”

“Relax, I'm just pulling your tail.”

He relaxes, “Good… wait… a pool party? Does that mean…” he swallows a lump in his throat, “Is this like the other time?”

“You’ll see, just stay up there and do your job,” she says with a playful wink, going back to clear the pool area of the remaining customers. Other salazzles come in shortly after working to get the area set up, complete with some food and drinks.

“Okay, I’ll be up here, making sure you all stay safe. Oh, hi Gnaria, is Marilla with you?” he asks, waving to her.

Gnaria, who is busily moving a table into position, responds once she’s done, “She’s a bit busy at the moment, but she’ll be here once the party starts. It’s her first time being in one, I know she won’t want to miss it.”

“Okay. I hope she’s doing well. I haven’t seen her in the last two days.”

“She’s fine, just busy going over a few things. There’s a lot of paperwork involved in evolving.”

“There is? I had no idea.”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry lover boy. She’ll be here for you to gawk at, but remember, you’re on duty.”

He adjusts himself, a little bit of warmth filling his cheeks, “Don’t you worry about me. I’m very used to being in a room full of beautiful women,” he says, swallowing a lump in his throat, casually resting his hands over his crotch to hide the small bulge that’s forming as he feels his arousal begin to push against the speedo through his male slit.

“I wonder if Marilla is okay with you ogling so many women,” she says with a wink, sauntering off.

“I-I’m not ogling,” he says with a huff, taking another breath of the sweet aroma that lingers in the air. With each additional salazzle the stronger their intoxicating aroma becomes. Each mixing in with the others, enhancing the potent concoction that tingles his senses, and fogs his mind. “I can handle a few, but there are so many here. Wait, wait, if this is a party does that mean….” he shudders at the thought, the memory of what happened last time only makes it harder for him to not get hard.

A marvel of these dazzling lizards, naked like it was nothing, for to them it was nothing. They had nothing special to show that most other species found to be too risqué. Yet seeing the mingled mix of normal salazzles and their shiny counterparts. The sleek smooth rubber like skin. He feels like he should be paying to watch over this instead of being the one getting paid. He looks over each one, in search for the one salazzle he can call his own, the one he knows better, yet despite his hardening length his heart sinks, “She’s not here yet.”

Worry about her shifts to his worry of what will happen if he’s suddenly needed. He couldn’t hide himself, “Wait, wait, could I be punished! I’d be called a pervert! What will Marilla think? Relax, relax. She knows you.” He thinks, running the calming thoughts through his mind, yet the more he thinks about Marilla the worse the root cause of his problem grows, till it can’t get any bigger. His heart pounds as his nostrils flare, enjoying the lovely aroma that hangs in the air, filling his mind with intoxicating thoughts.

The red and yellow dragon did his best to keep an eye on the girls, wanting to make sure none were acting too far out of line. Having to call out at two “Sera, Verenice, no running!” he exclaims, about to stand up from his highchair but he just manages to stop himself, the reminder of what is happening, a trapped bulge, a nice outline of his length for all to see. He rests his hand across it, to hide it while also his fingers tapping along it, to tease it. Occasionally his palm would run across it, feeling the warmth of his aching member underneath as it is squished between scale and speedo.

“They are having so much fun,” he mutters, a few salandits are mixed in with the group but in a business serving manner. Like waiters being of use to their salazzle Mistresses, eager to be of use to them, “What a curious life they live,” he thinks as he feels a tingle run down his spine. The air smells warmer as the commotion of the salazzles below begin to calm. They’re clearly catching the aroma that they all know and adore so much.

The salandits scramble to get into the correct position as the other salazzles scramble to be the closest one to the entrance. A couple of minutes go by, and each breath that fills the dragon’s lungs feels better than the last. The powerful intoxicating poisonous salazzle aroma that could only belong to one. Her aroma doesn’t mix with the others it simply dominates overriding the others, overtaking all others.

The air feels so warm, heavy, the presence of the one salazzle announcing itself well before she even gets here. And then the doors open, the rush of the Mistress’ aroma floods the room, showing that what they had in the moments leading up to this moment was barely a taste of what she could provide. The sleek shiny salazzle, with the dark blue markings that line her pink markings, her piercing blue eyes look over the other salazzles that fawn over her, eager to be nearby, wanting to do anything to be touched.

In this moment all eyes are on her… all except his. Arrcrao’s gaze was locked on the salazzle locked arms with her, walking right beside her, Marilla.

The Mistress’s gaze catches the dragons but quickly goes back to the others around her. “My sweet lovelies, how are you all doing this wonderful afternoon?” she chirrs, loving the adoring cheers and praises thrusted upon her. She moves over to the side of the pool. She snaps her fingers as the nearest salazzles rush to form a salazzle lounge chair for her to rest herself upon. She dips her feet into the pool, while Marilla kneels before the Mistress.

“I am so pleased you are all doing so well. It just fills me up with such joy to know you are all doing so wonderful,” she says, gently caressing Marilla’s head, pulling it into her lap, which she gently pets.

The dragon feels conflicting feelings. Jealousy, envy, rage. “How could she just… Marilla are you just going to… I thought the Mistress knew…” he huffs, catching a glimpse of the Mistress gaze looking back up at him. He watches as she gently slides a finger into Marilla’s mouth.

His salazzle girlfriend moans and shudders as she hungrily takes the digit.

“This is an important day for me. One that has been burned into my mind and if I knew I’d be here then? Well…” she says, holding out her other hand, as three salazzles fight to get her a drink, with one managing to come out on top.

“For you Mistress,” says Kristina.

The Mistress takes the drink, sipping it, then placing it back into Kristina's hand. The domineering salazzle reaches out to gently touch Kristina’s chin, making her visibly shake in delight as if she’s just about to cream herself, “Thank you my sweet lovely. But do place nice with the others today. There is no need to compete for my attention. After all this is my day and I can have whoever and whatever I wish.”

She nods, lowering her head, “Yes Mistress.”

The Mistress races her finger across the salazzle’s lips, “I’m so glad you understand.” She takes the drink and has another sip, letting Kirstina become a living glass holder. Other salazzles get close, a few of them slip into the water to swim near the Mistress’s feet, where they promptly massage and caress them.

Arrcrao tenses, seeing the salazzle’s fingers caress and tease his girl. His heart races, seeing Marilla pant and moan in a way that he’s managed to do for her, while wearing the salazzle suit. He can just imagine how aroused and eager she is toward the Mistress.

The Mistress’ fingers pop out of Marilla’s mouth. His mind hears Marilla’s moan where his ears cannot. Salvia coats the domineering salazzle’s digits as they run down Marilla’s back, who presses up against the touch, visibly wanting more as her eyes become glassed over. The Mistress’s hand pets along Marilla’s back, reaching down to gently caress her rump, giving a tender squeeze, “Such wonderful lovies I have,” she purrs.

“Hey now!” exclaims Arrcrao and before he even realizes what he just did, standing tall in front of everyone, all eyes were upon him. Many of them show the look of “Who is this guy?” or “How dare he interrupt the Mistress!” Some of the salazzles voicing the concerns in hushed whispers. It’s then the dragon realizes just what happened and that his… excitement is showing through trunks.

The Mistress casually looks up at him, the salazzles underneath her adjusting, “What’s this? Is there something you want?”

“Y-yes… there is,” he says, with a stammer. Each word feels heavier than the last. The presence of the Mistress growing with each passing moment. He feels as if she’s right on top of him pushing him down. He’s never felt so small and below someone while being so high above them.

“Best not to yell it,” she muses, curling a finger, motioning him closer, “Come,” she states in a commanding voice.

“Y-yes Mistress,” he replies, climbing his way down. Each step he feels harder than the last. The salazzles supporting the Mistress lift and turn her to face him. Another using her body as a foot stool, while Marila shifts and keeps her head in the Mistress’ lap, nuzzling her nice thick thighs, taking in deep breaths of the salazzle’s aroma. By the time he gets there, he felt like he’s run a marathon.

“Come now. Tell me or did a meowth catch your tongue on the way down?” she says with a soft chuckle.

The dragon feels the glaring eyes all around him, yet all he can see is the Mistress’s stern and powerful stare and Marilla resting her head on her, “Well… I…”

“Well? I? You what?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“I don’t like what you are doing.”

There’s a gasp from the other salazzles. Kristina gives him a curious look, while Marilla looks too out of it to even notice that the dragon is there. The Mistress tilts her head, showing off her curling smile, “Is that so? And what am I doing that you don’t like?”

“Y-you know I’m dating Marilla, right?”

The Mistress gently strokes Marilla’s head, taking a deep breath and then blowing her intoxicating fumes across her, making her moan, shudder, grind herself against the other salazzle, “I believe I’ve heard that one of my lovelies was in love with you, yes.”

“Was? No, she is.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes I am.”

“You’d bet your life on it?”

He tenses, swallowing a lump in his throat, “My life on it?”

“Yes. If you are so sure that your love is true then you wouldn’t mind betting it all on it, now, wouldn’t you?”

“What do you mean by my life?”

“Come now, do you think I’ll do something vile?”

He shakes his head, “N-no.”

“Then do the details of what I mean matter then? Or do you have so little trust in your supposed lover or better yet me that you can’t take the bet?”

“No, of course not. I trust her. And I trust you. I’ll take that bet!” he says, puffing out his chest, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are you doing? This is your big boss. You’re so getting yourself fired for this. This is her party on her day, and you are ruining it!”

The Mistress rests her chin on the palm of her hand, “Well now, we have a deal then?”

“Yes, we do,” he says, holding out his hand.

The Mistress looks up at the hand then at him, “Marilla, tell me, who do you love?”

Marilla shivers and moans, pressing up against her, “You Mistress.”

“Hmm, looks like we have an answer, don’t we?”

The dragon takes a step closer, pushing through the intoxicating fumes, his arousal ready to make him burst from the subtle step as the speedo rubs evilly against his length, “Wait!” he exclaims.

“For?” she asks, gently caressing Marilla’s back, “This is a casino. You can’t take back a bet once the die has been cast.”

“I’m not. But you never said if she only loved me. Only if she did. Marilla, do you love me?”

Marilla softly moans, “Hmm, yes of course I do.”

The dragon smiles, feeling a weight lifted off his chest, “See?”

The Mistress chuckles, “I do.”

“So, what do I win?”

“A chance to join Marilla.”

He swallows a lump in his throat, “W-what do you mean?”

“We’ll talk after the party. I like you. You stood up to someone far more powerful than you. I like that, it reminds me of someone that I am very fond of.”

“O-oh? Who?”

“Why me of course,” she chuckles, “Now… go back to your station and enjoy the view. You get to enjoy the sight of so many others. Let your love enjoy the touch of me. It’s a treat that has been very sorely sought after. And you wouldn’t take away her joy now because you got a little jealous, now, would you?”

“N-no, no.”

“Good, talk to you in a few hours,” she chirrs, the other salazzles moving her back to the rested feet in the pool position, as the salazzles that have surrounded the dragon part like Moses parting the red sea, back to his lifeguard position.

Arrcrao feels a shift in the pool area. The glares have softened, though a few remain. He slinks back into his chair, sighing relief, tasting the intoxicating aroma on his tongue as the mood steadily returns back to celebration and joy of the other salazzles being so close to the Mistress, all of them seemingly so happy to be part of her harem.

“Pardon the phrase but that took some balls to do that,” says Kristina.

The dragon jumps in surprise, “Huh, wha… ah…” he blushes, hands returning to cover his excitement as the realization of what he did slowly sinks in. “Fuck me,” he mutters, leaning back further into the chair.

Gnaria chuckles, “No, I’m not into guys,” she leans against the raised seat.

His blush grows, “Ah, wha? No, I wasn’t….”

“Relax, I’m pulling your tail. But now you’ve really done it.”

“I got myself fired, didn’t I?”

She looks up at him, cocking her head to the side, “What makes you say that?”

“I went up and made a huge scene in front of the boss. On her special day.”

“You were standing up to her for someone you care about. The Mistress likes that. She also likes a little fight in those she deals with. It’s why she likes me so much,” she says with a teasing grin.

“So, you don’t think I’m going to get fired? I don’t want to lose this job,” he says, looking back over at the Mistress, who continues to pet Marilla. His salazzle girlfriend lost in the Mistress’ touch, head resting on her thighs, while other salazzles serve her every whim and need.

“If you ask me, I think its a safe bet you are going to have great job security.”

“You think so?” he asks, rubbing his hands together, subtly teasing himself as they run across his bulging outline.

“Call it woman’s intuition,” she says, sauntering off, giving a wave as she goes off to eat some food.

“I certainly hope so,” he says, with another long drawn-out sigh, looking back over at Marilla, feeling that twinge of jealousy linger over him, waiting to strike, but its softened by the constant, throbbing arousal that just won’t leave him and nor he’s in a position to alleviate the need. Tortuous pleasing hours go by, as the salazzle casually enjoy themselves, the Mistress switching out which salazzle is supporting her, while keeping Marilla close and relaxed, petting her like a cat in a lap.

By the time it was time to go he’s heavily intoxicated by the Mistress’ aroma. The Mistress approaches, Marilla hanging onto her arm, “Come down, we have to talk,” she states, looking over at the other salazzles, “Continue to enjoy the party my sweet lovelies. This is as much about you as it is about me. So please, continue to celebrate in honor of me,” she says, her gaze turning back up to the dragon.

He swallows a lump in his throat, clambering down the ladder, “Let me get dressed and…”

“Did I tell you to get dressed and follow?”

“N-no.”

She grins, “Good, you are listening. Let’s work on your comprehension skills. Come and follow me.”

“Yes Mistress,” says Arrcrao as he keeps his hands resting over his front, “Are we going outside?”

“Does it matter where we are going? You are to follow me; do I make myself clear?”

He stiffens, “Yes Mistress.”

The salazzle gently pets Marilla’s head, “Good,” she says as the salazzle Mistress guides him through employee hallways to a service elevator and like a dog pulled along by an invisible leash.

Arrcrao looks at them, putting most of his attention on Marilla, “Is she alright? She’s barely said anything.”

“She’s very alright. Sometimes my newest lovelies get easily drunk on my intoxicating aroma. And it’s so cute to just watch them enjoy themselves,” the Mistress explains, “Much like how you are,” she adds, with a sly grin.

“What me? I um…”

“It’s obvious you can’t get enough of me.”

“It’s Marilla I can’t get enough of.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that, but no need to rush,” she remarks, the elevator doors dinging as they find themselves on one of the top floors of the casino. “Marilla darling, I’m going to need you to focus.”

Marilla moans, “Whatever you wish Mistress, it’s yours.”

“I’m going to be offering Arrcrao a new job position and I need you to focus.”

“Yes… Arrcrao,” she softly moans, her eyes widening a moment later, “Arrcrao?” she pulls herself partially out of the hazy stupor, “He’s here?”

“Right over there,” she head motions to him.

The dragon waves, “Hey Marilla.” he blushes, trying to keep his bulge hidden.

“Arrcrao… I… it’s time already?”

The Mistress gently runs her finger along the underside of the other salazzle’s chin, “It is. Do you not want me to offer this? In the end it’s his decision. I can’t do it otherwise.”

“N-no, no Mistress.”

“That’s what I thought, come you two,” she commands as Marilla for the first time falls back away from the Mistress’ side and walks beside her dragon.

“Yes Mistress,” the two say in near unison.

Arrcrao leans over to her, “Marilla? What is this about?”

“You’ll see. The Mistress is very accommodating and wants to see our love blossom, even though I have really come to realize just how much of a…” she trails off a bit.

“A what?” he asks.

The Mistress answers as the doors before her open up, “A complete lesbian,” she says looking over her shoulder with a devilish grin, her blue eyes glow.

“You are?” Arrcrao asks, looking down at her.

Marilla blushes a bit, “Yeah…”

“Is that why you had me wear the salazzle suit anytime we did anything?”

“It felt so much better, but I like you and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a guy. I want to be with you even if I’m not… attracted to, well your body.”

“Oh… I knew I looked weird as a dragon. People keep thinking I am a salamander of sorts. That’s even how I got this job,” he says with a sigh lowering his head.

Marilla squeezes his hand, “You’re perfect as you are, and I love you,” she says, giving him a peck on the cheek.

The Mistress sits in a chair on the other side of a big desk, snapping her fingers, Marilla stiffens and scrambles to be at her side, “I wouldn’t say perfect, there’s only one who’s that here. But we can certainly bring you closer to perfection, if you are willing.”

Marilla swallows a lump in her throat, locking eyes with him, “The Mistress wants offer you a new permanent job position.”

“A new job position? Like a promotion?”

The Mistress smirks, leaning back in chair, steepling her long fingers, “More of a lateral change with opportunity for further promotions within my fine establishment. With plenty of new benefits.”

“Benefits are good, what kind?”

“Free room with Marilla, but better still,” she grins wider, “is that you get to serve under me.”

“I already work for you Mistress.”

“Yes, you work for me. You do not yet serve me. In exchange you’ll have to go through a process that will lead you down your new career and life path.”

“Do I get to be with Marilla?”

“Of course, I am doing all of this to enable you two to be together.”

“Then I’ll take it!”

Marilla clears her throat, “Arrcrao, I think you should really…”

The Mistress raises her hand, interrupting the other salazzle, “This tells me that you don’t care what the job is, what it entails, only the idea of you and Marilla being together is enough for you?”

“I’ve been on my own most of my life. I’ve dreamt of striking it rich, finding someone and being with them till the end of my days. And the one thing I realized is that when I am with you Marilla,” he says, turning his attention to her, “I never needed to strike it rich when I have you. You make me feel like the luckiest dragon in the world. And I would do anything to be with you.”

Marilla blushes, “Arrcrao you big dumb dragon. You should think before you speak.”

The Mistress thinks, “Or he’s just thinking with the wrong head. But it's still a very sweet gesture.”

“I don’t need to think about it, Marilla. I care about you, want to be with you. And I don’t care if you’re into girls… that’s rather hot actually.”

“Arrcrao!” she huffs.

The dragon blushes, rubbing the back of his head, “It’s true. But what I want to say with it is. I am touched that even though you’re into girls. You chose to want to be with me. I’d do anything to make it work with you. You make me feel complete and if the Mistress is offering a way for us to be together, I’m going to take it.”

“Arrcrao…”

The Mistress speaks up, “I have only one more question for you before we’ll begin.”

He puffs out his chest, “Give it, I’m ready.”

“What would you have done if you couldn’t be together?”

“Any challenge given I would overcome. There is no world outside of the underworld that would be great enough for me not to be with her, and even then, that would only be temporary.”

Marilla rubs her hands together, her body shining brightly as she blushes hard, “You are a silly dragon, you know that.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix that in just a moment,” says the Mistress, snapping her fingers.

“Yes Mistress,” she replies, rushing off to grab a washing bowl from nearby.

Arrcrao’s wings flutter, “Wait, fix what?”

Marilla sighs, holding the bowl by the Mistress, “I told you; you should have asked questions.”

The Mistress drips her hands into the bowl, washing her hands, “You’ll see. But please sign the papers on my desk so can properly begin. You do want to sign the papers now, don’t you?” she says sternly.

Arrcrao shudders, watching the Mistress watch her hands. The sleek rubber-like shine shifts in its shine, and a squeak fills the air, but with it an even more powerful aroma that makes his speedos strain even harder. A warmth washes over him, filling his lungs as he looks at the salazzle and just feels this desire to just simply… obey, “Sure thing Mistress. I’ll sign,” he says, his eyes glazing over as he looks over at the stack of papers and begins to write his signature.

Marilla shudders and moans, her drunken stupor returning twice fold as her sex grows wet, her eyes locked onto the Mistress, unable to look away, but her head shifts just enough to keep Arrcrao in her field of vision.

“That’s a good boy. Now s_trip_, you won’t be needing clothes anymore, ever.”

He huffs, a tingle running down his spine, spreading outward to his limbs, “Y-yes Mistress,” he shudders, his shyness washed away under the Mistress’ intoxicating poisonous miasma. The purple haze becoming visible in the small room, hints of blue and pink streak through it as the salazzle gets up from her chair. The dragon’s length drips like a leaky faucet.

The Mistress gets closer looking over the larger dragon, “My polish is to protect others from my potent poison. But it hinders some of my unique natural talents. Once I touch you, I will change you, infect you, be able to mold you as long as you are near me and I will it, and will it I shall. You will become mine and serve under me. But you will serve beside my lovely, Marilla. Two passionate lovers under me, part of my harem. It’s a match made in heaven; wouldn’t you say?”

He shudders, the dragon’s toes curl, his cock throbbing, aching, the warm air around it, the wash over the salazzles miasma, to the point that he couldn’t even feel Marilla’s. How one single salazzle could dominate others so completely is beyond reason, but at this moment all that he could think about is Marilla and obeying the Mistress, to do whatever she wants. It just feels so good, so natural to listen to the source of this pleasure, like how one listens to their arousal to reach a climax, “Lovely Mistress.”

“That is what I thought. It is lovely, isn’t it? And that is how you become my lovely, right?” she says, now almost right on top of him.

“Yes Mistress.”

She looks over him, glossing over his throbbing cock, and simply touching a scale on his leg. The moment she makes contact the scale shifts, and begins to glisten and shine, spreading over the point of contact. The Mistress guiding her hand across the leg, spreading up the transformation, “Kneel” she commands.

A moment burned into Arrcrao’s memory. A nuclear explosion of delight that rocks his body from the Mistress’ touch to his scales. The wave of pleasure destruction spreads across his body as he listens to the words, gasping, moaning, eyes glazed over as he manages to climax before his knees touch the ground. His spunky essence shoots out onto the floor, which the salazzle Mistress promptly ignores.

“Such a good boy. But we’ll fix that little flaw, won’t we? You see my sweet lovely. I have a preference. It’s simple as I am a simple salazzle. I prefer my fellow salazzles, and I especially like those that love their fellow salazzles. I’m sure you know what that means, don’t you?” she asks, touching his head.

The dragon cries out in pleasure, tears rolling down his cheek as the delight is so tense that it’s heartbreaking that he has lived this long and never knew such experiences were even possible. His heart races, beating so hard that there’s an innate fear that he might hyperventilate.

“Answer your Mistress. You know what that means, don’t you?”

The Mistress’ sweet aroma is so strong that he’s not just tasting it but drowning in it. Her words becoming law as he must obey, “Ye-n-no Mistress,” he responds, not wanting to lie to her. His mind too lost in the haze to think properly.

“This is why you lovelies need me. Can barely think otherwise,” she chuckles, the shine spreading over the dragon’s head, making him glisten and squeak as her grasp spreads across the dragon’s body, “My demands for sweet, lovely salazzles far out strips supply. Isn’t that a tragedy? Fear not, you are going to start your journey to become a lovely salazzle. And as you know only ladies can be a salazzle. And don’t think it will be an easy journey, I demand the best from my salazzles for I deserve the best. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y-yes Mistress,” Arrcrao responds, the washing over of pleasure across his scales, is like being reborn. A new experience of his life as his body aches, shakes, trembling before the Mistress and all her glory.

“Good,” she coos, watching the last vestiges of his organic scales shift to an organic latex sheen, “You will be crafted, molded, reborn into a wonderful salandit. Now stand and enter the next room. Stand on the magenta circle and don’t move from it. The room will do the rest. And fear not as long as I am nearby, during this stage you are quiet… malleable,” she chuckles.

“As you command Mistress,” he replies, feeling a level of compulsion to obey that he’s never felt before. Everything feels so good, why would he not? His body screams in delight as Marilla opens the door for him to enter the next room.

His salazzle lover says, “Good luck, I’ll see you on the other side… and thank you for what you said and doing for me. I won’t forget it, I promise.”

He blushes, moving down to give her a deep kiss. He feels her surprise, but yet not an unwelcome one. Their smooth rubber lips touch, the pleasure and feeling of her warmth as her tongue coils around his.

Marilla blushes, their eyes locking, and for once, she feels that welcoming pleasure she has gotten from him when in the salazzle suit. The attraction, love and care that she’s longed for and given to her by him and by her Mistress and the Mistress. She holds him for a moment longer, savoring this blissful moment so it can be seared into her mind, never to be forgotten, a treasure worth more than all the gold in the world.

Arrcrao as a dragon and heart would hoard this moment as a shining achievement, a crowning moment of his life. And in these moments the world around the two fade away into nothing. Even the Mistress and her domineering presence feels so distant but never fades completely away.

She’s there watching, waiting, saying nothing as her miasma washes over the pair, perhaps enhancing the moment to unnatural levels, perhaps not. It’s impossible to tell but when the kiss does break, both partners are left wanting and wanting a little bit more.

“See you soon Arrcrao,” says Marilla, giving him one gentle rub of his cheek.

“Y-yeah, very soon,” he says with a soft draconic purr, walking into the next room, the door closing behind him with a click. Inside the barely lit room is a magenta circle that draws his attention, “Just stand in the circle and wait for the rest,” he huffs, doing as he’s told, muttering the command a few times under his breath.

There's a shift in the ground, followed by a hum, the lights turn up, revealing that the dragon is in a silver metal room with the walls closing in! He stiffens in fear, “Ahh… Mistress?” he huffs, the room having a significant less potent effect on his mind now that the Mistress isn’t there with him, “Are you sure about this?” he calls out, his heart racing, wanting to leap out of the circle and bang against the door.

The Mistress speaks up, her strong commanding voice filling the room, “Trust me my lovely. Didn’t you listen to anything I said? You are safe as long as I will it. You are under my influence.”

The walls are now nearly upon him, the chance to escape closing fast, “Okay Mistress, I trust you.”

“No need to fret, relax.”

Arrcrao tilts his head, “B-but I am…”

“Relax my lovely, it will all be okay.”

His eyes widen just as the metal walls make contact with his skin as he realizes that he was responding to a recording, “Damn it…” The metal was unusually warm as they pressed up against him. He huffs, looking at the door as his vision is steadily pressed away leaving him in total darkness. He felt as if he should have been crushed, wait no, he is being crushed but it doesn’t feel like he is. His body is squeezed and pushed down, his form beginning to melt.

Arrcrao could best describe it as sweating, but you are going along with the droplets. He feels the connection with each drop as it trickles down the sides of the metal wall, moving and pooling down by his feet into a drainage system that he flows down. Squeezed, turned, flowing, he is pushed down wiggling, as his sense of self steadily shifts from his is squeezed and shrinking down his body down through the tubes down into what feels like a cylindrical containment cell. A vat that has paddles that move and shift his form around.

It’s a strange experience, feeling things but unable to see. It’s disorientating, barely able to know what’s up or done, left or right, but not dizzying. There is nothing to be made dizzy, he’s just a fluid being moved about as bits of himself are suctioned off, the sensation of that being part of him, removed, concentrating and condensing his form further. There’s an odd sense of clarity with it, that he’s this pure essence form, kept warm and heated like relaxing in a hot tub, keeping his mind in a dichotomy of relaxation and excitement of what is happening. A state of pleasure rushing through him, with no focal point. Nothing throbbing and aching. No internal balls ready to blow, simply a sensation of pleasure that is spread equally throughout his body, making it several fold more intense than just a simple stroke of one aching throbbing appendage.

The Mistress steps into this area with Marilla in toe. The salazzle lover barely holding onto her senses, as the salazzle Mistress still has the clear definition of where her true naked skin ends and her squeak-reduction polish begins, “You have proven yourself Marilla to witness the conversion of Arrcrao into your salandit lover Aria. I’m sure she’ll be committed enough to be a wonderful salazzle… in time. Though you’ll have your work cut out for you,” she muses, running her fingers across Arrcrao’s vat, popping open the lid as she gently caresses her wet petals with her other hand, “She’ll have a spark of dominance, but to be really one of my lovelies for me to enjoy, it's up to you to really help her shine,” she says with the softest of moans as her fingers drip into her hot vent.

Marilla shivers, watching the Mistress with ever growing delight, lust, yet trepidation. She bites her lower lip, trying her best to keep focus, feeling the weight of her words press into her mind, “I understand Mistress. I appreciate everything you do for me. I really do.”

“Of course, my sweet lovely. It’s what I do. And I’ll admit,” she shudders, coating her fingers in her own fluids as she pools some of it in her hand, “As a natural born shine salazzle like myself, I can relate to you.”

She blushes, “You’re the only one who knows that.”

She smirks, “Perhaps she should too,” she says, as she lets droplets of her fluids fall into the vat.

To Arrcrao there are sudden explosions of immense pleasure that warm and spread throughout his body, shifting and changing the very core of his form as he’s sloshed around.

“Yeah, I should… Now that he-she is going to have an understanding of how some of your salandits are made.”

The salazzle Mistress swirls her fingers into the liquid Arrcrao, spreading more of her essence into him, “That is very true. Now my sweet lovely, what modifications would you like for this sweet little salandit of yours?” she slowly pulls her fingers out of the liquid, “Now is the time.”

Arrcrao is blind and deaf to the conversation, simply a warm liquid being swirled around in a state of aching bliss that reaches every cell of his being. His mind too addled by lust and desire that he can’t spend the time to fathom the impossibility of this moment. To wonder how he is even alive. It’s like when you are so engrossed into something you like you forget to eat, drink and sleep, but turned up by a factor of a hundred if not more.

Marilla shifts in her spot, looking at the Mistress then looking at the pool of liquid of red and yellow that is her lover, “What kind of changes? I don’t want to alter his mind forcefully.”

The Mistress keeps her smug grin, “She’ll change into a dominant lesbian salazzle in time, but no, I don’t rewrite people like that…” she thinks for a moment, her grin becoming more dominant and devilish, “much. What I am referring to is color, style. I am fond of the traditional colors, but given these special circumstances, I’m willing to make some adjustments.”

Marilla shifts, approaching the vat, placing her hands along the container, “Would it be possible for her to be shiny?”

The Mistress runs her naked hands across the back of Marilla’s head, making her shudder and moan. The salazzle looks like she’s about to cream herself right then and there, “My sweet, lovely Marilla, she’ll already be shiny.”

She bites her lower lip, trying to keep focus, “I-I meant the shiny colors.”

The salazzle Mistress pulls her hand away, “Oh, that shiny.”

“Y-yes. I know you don’t have any here and that would make her stand out, but when we talked Arrcrao mentioned how he-she liked that color scheme.”

The Mistress demeanor shifts slightly, her smile softens noticeably, “Under what context was this mentioned?”

“Arrcrao brought it up while in a salazzle suit, what kind he’d love to be in for me. Though he knew we had no shiny colored salazzles here. I always figured it was because you didn’t want any of us to stand out all that much. And we as pokémon we naturally mostly look alike to one another.”

“I have my reasons for it…” she mutters looking at the vat, then back at her sweet salazzle, “Is that something you’d really want?”

“It would make hi-her happy. Arrcrao has done so much for me and helped me realize who I am as much as you Mistress. I would be honored to fulfill this one request, not for hi-her.”

The Mistress hands drum across the container, “I will warn you that I will be stricter, harsher if I accept your request. My standards for you and her will be above and beyond the norm. I say this not because I do not care about your relationship. I treasure it, feed upon it. It is the most precious part of my treasured harem, the intermingled loving relationships you all have with one under serving under me,” she says, pointing to herself. “I will do this out of my love for you both. And it's someone like you I would do this for. But I do not like playing favorites. This is a give and take. I will give you this, and I will take what I want in a fair exchange. Do you understand?”

She swallows a lump in her throat, feeling the weight of the Mistress all around her, and yet in this moment she never felt so clear headed. Its aroma in the room has shifted to let her remain clear of mind, while aching of body. The trepidation within her grew, anxiety, fear, if this was the right decision not just for Arrcrao but the other salazzles within the Mistress’ harem. She looks up into the Mistress’ stern blue eyes, seeing them shimmer and glow. To the humble new salazzle, it's like looking in the eyes of her god, “I do Mistress. And I am willing to take on any hardships to bring joy to him… her. My love. I will give back several times over what is owed.”

The Mistress moves closer, “You understand what you are asking for. Wanting of me? Special treatment requires special treatment in kind. Are you ready to commit to it? To have you and your bond tested to its breaking point. I am a tough love kind of gal and I will make sure it's tough.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” she says, clearing her throat standing tall, puffing out her chest, “Yes Mistress. I understand and I am ready to accept whatever you have to throw at us.”

The Mistress moves in, giving the salazzle a deep passionate kiss, flooding her lungs with her potent aroma straight from the tap. Her poison flooding Marilla’s lungs, which she has no immunity to despite her own nature. She leans into the kiss her eyes rolling back into her head, her body screams with delight as she does hit her peak, climaxing hard. Her warm juices squirting onto the floor… or so she thought. The Mistress cups the juices into her hand. When the kiss breaks, she looks at the fluid and gives a lick, “Hmm, delightful. I love how you try to stand up to me,” she smirks, taking some of the liquid and pouring it into Arrcrao’s vat. She then types in some buttons and the fluid is then shifted and moved; colors added to it as the very nature of the dragon’s body is once again processed.

“Come Marilla. We have to see your new salandit and my future salazzle,” the Mistress states motioning her to follow.

Marilla snaps back to reality, “Y-yes Mistress!” she says, chasing after her.

The former dragon shifts, moves, feeling his body change, parts of him are siphoned off, becoming lost to his person. The shifting of colors feels like a washing over tingle, where he can feel the changes move across, and know what is left, till its done. Eventually she’s moved through into a tight container, filling it, squeezed and formed. Pleasure and body taking shape as he’s realigned. The new body, it’s different. There are no wings on his back, the shape of his muzzle is different, tail is his yet not.

When the pressing is complete and all is said and done the mold pulls back, cool air washing over his body as he squints, the light blinding him, “Wow… that was a rush,” she says in a soft, nervous voice. She stiffens, “I-is that my voice?” she says, reaching up to touch her face, feeling the strange body that is her own.

“It is,” says Marilla.

The new salandit turns her head in her direction, vision slowly coming into focus, “Marilla?” she squeaks, “Is that you?” her nostrils flare and she is hit with an immense wave of salazzle miasma, overtaken by the Mistress. The aroma is clearer now, stronger. Before it was like there was a filter to what she’s experienced, and now she’s getting the unadulterated experience, which brings her to her knees.

“It is,” Marilla says, approaching the new salandit as her vision clears.

The Mistress stands to the side, “That will be Mistress to you my newest little lovely, Aria.”

“Aria?” asks Aria.

“That is your new name. I can’t have you have a boy’s name when you’re a girl, can’t I? Well, I could but that is not what I want. And what I want I get.”

Aria shudders, accepting the Mistress’ words as law, “Y-yes Mistress,” she says, her vision cleared, and perception and reality came crashing into each other. The two salazzles were absolutely massive when compared to her. She was picturing her lovely salazzle shorter than she is but now the tables of literally has been reversed on her. She blushes as she’s at a good head height to… She licks her lips but keeps her attention up at the two salazzles, feeling an instinctual urge to do what they want.

“Are you ready to wear my collar my sweet lovely?” asks the Mistress, holding out the blue outlined, pink, blue and black collar that simply dangles from her long finger.

She swallows a lump in her throat, looking to Marilla who nods to her, “Y-yes Mistress.”

“Good. All my lovelies wear my collar, to show just who they belong to,” she muses, wrapping the collar around the salandit’s neck, which smoothly holds onto her, like a choker, “There perfect.”

“T-thank you Mistress,” Aria says, touching the collar, feeling its tight grip, loving it so as her sex grows hot and wet… her sex. A new sensation that she wants to explore, but is frozen from doing so in the presence of two dazzling lizards, “W-what now Mistress?”

Marilla looks at the Mistress who nods to her, “We are going back to our room and the Mistress has given us the rest of the day to get situated.”

“Marilla knows the way. I will leave you two to it. I have the rest of the party to get to. I can’t leave my other lovelies waiting on me,” says the Mistress leaving the two alone in the molding room. The Mistress’ overpowering aroma slowly fading with time.

Aria wants to look herself over, feel herself, touch herself. A girl, she's actually a Bonafede female. Her mind racing with it, but then Marilla grabs her by the hand and it sonly then she realizes her skin is different. A white silver arm, “Am I a shiny salandit?” she squeaks.

Marilla squeezes her hand, “Yup. The Mistress was kind enough to make you the first shiny salandit. Which means she’ll have high expectations out of the both of us, so be ready.”

The new salandit blushes, feeling the tight squeeze, and squeezing back, “Thank you Mar… Mistress,” she says, swallowing a lump in her throat, “You’ve done so much for me. I am eager to please you with my body, and to have you enjoy it.”

She blushes in kind, eyes glistening with delight, “I could say the same Aria.”

Aria takes a moment to let the name sink in, trying to connect it to her person now, “It’s so strange to hear that.”

“Do you like it?”

She smiles, “I love it.”

Marilla’s tail wags, as she guides her out of the molding area, through a set of clocked doors and to the elevator, moving down a couple of floors to their new place of living, “Our new home,” she says, opening the door, revealing a salandit, salazzle designed living space, exactly like the one Marilla and Gnaria had when she was with her.

Everything feels so much bigger than it did before, and Aria’s new female mind and body are rushing to catch up and link with one another. Each step feels so new and vibrant, but it also becomes a bit more accustomed to the sensation. Her heart races, excitement? Delight? Marilla’s miasma wafts over her, becoming knowledgeable of it in ways that a non salandit or salazzle could truly understand. That allure that just wants to obey her Mistress with every fiber of her being, heightening her senses, delights, pleasure, the euphoria that this is real is like a dream made reality, but reality does sink in a question bubbles to the surface, “What about my stuff back at my own apartment?”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow, for the rest of the day my sweet, lovely Aria, we focus on us, how does that sound?” she purrs.

She shudders, “Y-yes Mistress. I understand,” she says, her tail wags in delight, heart palpitating as she adjusts to everything. Each breath feels absolutely wonderful, her sex burning, so warm, aching with delight with a sense and wanting, a new sensation that she hasn’t felt before, especially in her loins. A need to be filled.

“I’m going to get things ready, take a moment to admire yourself, I’ll be right back,” she says gently rubbing Aria’s butt, teasing her with a little squeeze, “Be ready for me when I get back to you,” she gently blows her miasma over her in such concentration that the purple haze washes over her salandit.

Shuddering in delight, a warmth washes over her new body, making her sex burn even hotter, “Y-yes Mistress,” she responds, watching her walk deeper into the apartment. Her eyes locked on those swaying hips, flowing back tendrils, that delightful tail and thick thighs, “Such a nice ass,” she thinks, blushing a bit as she goes into the bathroom, taking a moment to finally see herself.

“This is me?” she mutters, touching her muzzle, building that connection. Sleek, smooth, shiny, her body squeaking, “This is me…” she says, feeling excitement build, her body aching, “I…” she turns to her side, getting a good view of her, “So small…”

Her hands caress along her sides, a soft squeak, “So sexy…” she bites her lower lip, “Is it normal to be this aroused by my own body?!” she calls out.

Marilla responds from down the hall, “You’ll get used to yourself. I had the same feeling when I saw my new salazzle body.”

“I wonder how long that will take… I hope it takes a while,” she mutters, caressing her sides, lifting her tail, looking down her back, seeing the red markings, “I have to thank the Mistress again for her good work,” she says, swallowing a lump in her throat. There’s so much to take in, to enjoy, that there’s a sensory overload. A smooth sleek body, the sweet aroma, a new sense of power and weakness. To be so small lingers on her mind as she turns back to the mirror, touching the glass, and her face again, her yellow eyes… so new and different yet it pears into her soul, it is her.

With it another slow realization, the burning aching warmth between her legs. She sees her vent from the mirror. Her clit aching, throbbing, hard, yet it's not the same exposed hardness she’s been used to. She imagines in her mind that her cock would be there, throbbing, aching, dripping yet that warmth that would feel the cool air around her dick is gone.

Only a deep filling need that makes her sex tense and relax. The outer lips are cool, a sensation like when she was just getting aroused as a dragon, when she had a male slit. In her mind she feels at any moment that her cock will come out, ready to plunge into Marilla but no matter how aroused she is, it’s not there. She feels it should be, but nope, aching, throbbing.

It boggles her mind, reality and perceived reality competing with one another. She gently rubs her smooth skin, feeling it slide across her digits, squeaking filling the air, “I squeak…” she giggles, “Oh… I giggle,” she giggles more.

Her fingers continue to move down her body. The further down she goes the faster her heart beats. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation, the feeling, “This can’t be real, can it?” she mutters, moving further down, “Does this make me a pervert? To touch my body so hungrily?”

She shakes her head, “No… no. No more than when I was a guy jerking off right? But then why can’t I shake this feeling that I shouldn’t?” Her thoughts swim in arousal, she passes her belly, the warmth of her sex felt at the tip of her fingers and she’s not even there, “Almost there,” she thinks with a huff. Her hands shake as her mind wonders what it's going to feel like, to slip into herself, and caress those sensitive folds, just a little bit more and then…

Marilla grabs Aria’s hands, “Now my dear salandit. Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”

She lets out a soft squeak, eyes wide open, seeing the larger salazzle in the mirror. She shudders as she sees her looking down at her, “N-no…” she huffs.

“No, what my sweet darling?” she asks, grabbing Aria’s other hand, pulling it behind her back.

Slowly she looks up, “No… Mistress?” she meeps.

“That’s much better,” she says, unleashing a huff of purple haze.

The salandit squirms and huffs in her Mistress’ powerful grip, her sex growing hotter, wetter as she feels her arms pulled up tight against her back, watching her Mistress slip her arms into a nice tight rubber arm-binder.

“This is one, was used on me by my Mistress. It’s rather fun, I am eager to see what you think of it,” she says, giving Aria a soft kiss on the lips.

She leans up into the kiss, wanting to do more as her arms are pulled tighter against her body, squeezing and binding her arms close together, “I-I love it Mistress,” she whines in delight, her tail gently tapping her Mistress’ thick thigh.

Marilla chuckles, tying the binder together, locking it up nice and tight. Her finger gently runs across Aria’s lips, “My sweet darling, this isn't all of it. This is just the start. Don’t tell me what you think till we have our fun, okay?”

She swallows a lump in her throat, “Y-yes Mistress,” she says. Unsure what else her Mistress has in store for her, but she does know one thing. What is to come will be wild, a delight, and it will only bring them closer together. Her first day as a salandit, as a female, a woman is going to be amazing, and it’ll be one that neither of them are going to forget.