Down Under
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Isotope belongs to his player.
Segremores is me.
Down Under
by Segremores Moon, a commission for Amotose
He awoke in a cold sweat, golden eyes shooting open in a panic as he gasped, nearly crying from a nightmare that he forgot as soon as he awoke. The little black and red dragon was tangled up in his own sheets, to make matters worse, and extricating himself was tough at best. He was glad that he forgot whatever it was he was dreaming about, for it frightened him quite a bit, and even now he was still shaking a little, and wanted some comfort.
Like a little child, Isotope slid out from the tangle of his covers, gripped a little stuffed dragon under one arm, and quietly made his way to another's room, tiptoeing so as not to wake anyone else in the house. He knew he couldn't go to his girlfriend, for she would just make fun of him, then demand sex from him for waking him up. No, there was only one bed that he could slip into at this time of night to seek comfort from fleeing dreams.
To his relief, the door to Segremores' room was slightly open, letting the darkness creep into it, and making very little sound when Isotope pushed on it to gain entry. He could barely see in the dim light thrown by the bigger dragon's alarm clock, reading two in the morning. It was enough to see the silhouette of the large gray dragon spread out on his own bed, snoozing gently.
The smaller dragon slipped up toward the bed, gently kneeling on it, then moving in to snuggle against the side of the bigger dragon, causing him to rumble a bit and roll over, making the bed creak from the sudden shift in weight. Arms came around Iso, holding him like a little stuffed animal, a gentle kiss was planted on his cheek suddenly as the bigger dragon rumbled softly to him.
"Mmm, hello Iso, couldn't sleep?" he asked in his usual magnanimous voice. Iso could only nod, knowing that the other could see his head moving in the dim light, or at least feel it against his large chest. The dragon gently squeezed his smaller friend. "You can sleep here, but you have to do something for me you know..." Seg replied, licking Iso's neck a little.
The little black-and-red dragon cooed and arched his back at the licking, groaning a bit, feeling himself becoming hard despite his recent fright. The bigger dragon always had that kind of effect on him, and today was no different. "O..okay," he replied softly, smiling in the darkness and closing his eyes to feel the bigger dragon moving him around.
He gently held the little dragon, turning Isotope around in his large, deft paws. Then he began to lick, gently sliding his long, thick tongue over the little dragon's face, then down to his neck, then down to his chest, working all over him. Soon the little dragon's front was covered in the bigger dragon's saliva, and his form began to tingle.
"Mmmf..." Isotope groaned a little, knowing that the tingling meant change of some kind, having felt it many times before when playing with Seg. The big gray dragon held him, rubbing his face against the little dragon back and forth, until it started to make a strange sound. Isotope gasped as he realized he was shrinking steadily, growing smaller and less substantial, like he was growing thin or stretched.
He felt the cool air around the room rushing against his changing body, making his heart flutter as it grew weaker and weaker. He tried to say something, but his tongue felt raspy and dry in his muzzle and it stopped working altogether, sticking to the roof of his maw and staying there.
This wasn't the only thing to stop working. He felt his breaths coming in short, gasping pants, shallow and slow, until he stopped breathing, and his heart ceased to beat as well. His body started to become limp in the bigger dragon's paws, manipulated easily as that thin, stretched-out feeling continued to permeate his being.
*****
It was done, I held up my new pair of panties and examined them. They were black with little red hearts on them, just like I wanted. I chuckled deeply, rolling onto my back on the bed as I leaned in and kissed the former dragon on the groin of those panties.
I loved doing these kinds of things to Iso. I knew that, even though he could feel and sense little in this state, that he was still enjoying himself immensely, and would continue to do so. I lifted my legs up, curling my toes inward so that they wouldn't damage the brand-new material on their way up my legs. I slid my feet into two of the holes, then slid my tail into the third hole in the back, gently pulling them up my muscled calves and thighs, feeling the soft fabric stretch around my flesh.
I had to lift my ass a little as the panties slid up to my hips, pulling them over my smooth rump, then over my fat balls and soft, uncut length, barely able to encapsulate it all in the fresh cotton. The waistband stretched around my hips, making me sigh in delight at how wonderful it all felt against me. "Mmm, Iso, you make good underwear..." I grinned, gently rubbing the soft material with a paw.
The soft sensation of cloth rubbing against my genitals caused that familiar warmth, then swelling of arousal, my member throbbing from a resting state to a half-mast state in only a few seconds. My paw drifted down to my groin, gently tracing around the semi-turgid cylindrical bulge of my cock against the inside of the panty groin, gently feeling it as it swelled even larger, growing to full size.
The waistband was taxed to hold my shaft within, causing my cock to bend a little, bulging the fabric even more than it had at half mast. I groaned a little, arching my back as my erection reached full force. I could hardly see it, but I could feel the fabric warming against my blood-swollen flesh, feel every ridge and vein of my length grinding against that soft dragon-turned-fabric.
I didn't touch myself at all, just gently grinding my hips in against the fabric, letting my balls and my member rub against the inside of the fabric, as if it were stroking me all on its own, trapping it against my groin. My shaft flexed, and the tip spurted a gentle stream of precum right into that groin, soaking the fresh fabric with the salty, sweet musk of those pre fluids.
"Ohh, that feels nice..." I smiled, feeling the warmth of my own fluids mixing wonderfully with the soft touch of that fabric, coaxing even more of my personal fluid from my tip to make that stain spread even more, until it was like wearing a wet rag made of silk, a warm rag that continued to caress my genitals in the most erotic way possible. It was enough to drive me wild, and I rolled in my bed, rolling over until my groin was pressed against the sheets, those wet panties introduced to the dry sheets, sharing those fluids, the wetness spreading onto the sheets as well. This'd make a nice wet spot when I was done, but I didn't mind at the time. I was lost in the feeling.
I could hardly stand it at that point, the pressure of impending orgasm starting to build in my loins, my cock demanding that I reach in and grab it. So I did, my claws sliding into the waistband of that fabric, then encompassing the thick shaft, letting the head slide out from under the tight band. I stroked myself slowly, enjoying how the fabric rubbed around my base as the rest of my cock was in my hands, being squeezed and caressed in just the right way.
I didn't last very long, my tail flipping around excitedly as the rest of my muscles twitched in that pre-orgasmic urge. "Uuuuurgh!" I growled loudly, jaws closing around a pillow as I came, gushing my thick spooge into the sheets and onto those panties, soaking them even more than they already had been if that were possible.
The smell of sex and dragon musk filled the air quickly, my spooge using the cloth as a wick to spread the scent around. My loins continued to spasm, those panties continuing to get covered in my essence, until I was firing blanks, dry spasming against my own bed.
"Mmmm..." was all I could think, all I could say into the night, my arms trapped under my form, under my loins. My balls rested on the bed again through the soaked form of those panties. I floated on a little cloud of post-orgasm, smiling softly as sleep started to take me, the soaked former form of Isotope still worn by my hips and ass.