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Intrigue's nose scrunched up in distaste. The pink and yellow neon sign flashed above her head, a naked feminine leg dancing back and forth. Her demonic half tasted the lust in the air, filling her with a bounty of energy. She shrugged her shoulders under her heavy, grey coat. Long black gloves stretched down to her hands leaving her clawed fingers free. A similar pair of socks protected her legs from the evening chill.

Sighing as she lowered her standards, the red-haired, blue dragoness stepped into the dirty alleyway alongside the small brick establishment known as Club Anonymous. Skirting around the dumpster, she sardonically mused about her high-profile adventurer lifestyle. Technically, she took on any job that suited her particular combination of dragonic heritage, lust spirit magic, and snarky bitchiness. She resisted giving into her dark half's thirst for pleasure, only indulging it if other jobs were sparse. It felt like twice a month, but Intri didn't really count, it was probably less. She nodded to herself, while the dark being inside her sent the mental equivalent of a sarcastic eye roll.

Coming to a pair of trash cans guarding a side door, she stopped, looking at the red exit sign overhead. Her fist rapped against the black rectangle, producing a dull metallic bang. She waited for it to open. Another round of fierce knocking and then she'd leave. The lock clicked as her arm rose and the hinges swung inwards pounding bass-heavy music pouring through the opening.

Large ears flicked down, Intri stared into the poorly lit hallway. Pulsing club lights flashed to her right, giving short glimpses of the room within. A hulking, stone-faced gorilla stared at her, intermittent bursts of blue and red coloring one side of his flat face.

"I'm here for the..." she sighed in derision. "Special job?"

"Follow me," the primate rumbled. He turned and led her inside, down the hall away from the droning music and strobing lights. She followed cautiously, eyes open for other people, but he led the dragoness up a flight of stairs away from the crowded dance floor.

The sounds of vapid partying faded on the second floor; proper lighting seemed to have been installed there as well, fluorescent bulbs providing steady illumination. Her simian guide walked to the end of another hall, past several unmarked doors. He knocked against the office entrance at the end and stepped aside, gesturing for the dragoness to come forward.

"Go inside, he's expecting you..."

Intri stared at his steely expression for a moment, before swallowing her nervousness and reaching for the doorknob. It twisted without resistance. The fluttering in her stomach grew as it creaked open.

Meeting clients who wanted to profit from her darker powers always unnerved her. She suspected the awkwardness would never fade and she prayed things didn't get scary this time. A couple people thought they could pull some weird stuff; most she left with minor mental scars, while the truly despicable individuals were beyond any sort of professional help.

She stepped into a bright room. Warm yellow covered the walls with dark brown hardwood floors and matching furniture. A desk sat across from the door and slightly to the side. Stacks of file cabinets towered behind it, but Intri's eyes settled on the strange creature leaning against the desk's edge.

Dressed in a plain black tuxedo, his skin shone as a shadowy blend of maroon and purple. The light seemed to bounce off his features, obscuring his flat muzzle. Intrigue made out cheeks, a small nose, and a forehead, but the colorful shroud obscured his eyes and the lines of his face. He lacked a visible tail. Examining his hands Intri found fingers, but couldn't discern whether they were dragon claws like hers, feline pads, leathery ape hands, or hard equine hooves. The dragoness was average height and pretty built, but he possessed a few inches on her and filled out the fancy suit well.

Intrigue knew the customer wished to remain anonymous, but this was ridiculous. Her employer smiled at her open-mouthed expression of surprise, the thin line of his mouth just noticeable. "I take it you were uninformed as to the manner of my appearance."

"I expected a mask or something," the dragon replied, voice soft with amazement. She wondered at the nature of the enchantment or perhaps it was natural? No, that didn't make sense. A featureless creature would certainly be in the books somewhere. She'd need to do some research after this job. "They really didn't do you justice."

"Would you prefer a mask?" he asked concerned. "Some find the effect disturbing."

Intri squinted at his flat, blank features. Her tail wagged slightly. Next to some of her partners and conquests, he seemed almost too mundane. "No, it's fine."

"So, you finally accepted my offer..." the dragoness noted the airy, confidant quality of his voice. This man wasn't used to refusal. His determination finally paid off if only because Intri had no better jobs available.

"My sources say you're just looking to provide people with a good time," Intri replied. Selling products derived from demon and other monster magic was a gray area, not technically illegal until the authorities proved your product significantly harmed the user. Policing their sale could be a daunting task since no two magic users' possessed the exact same powers. Supernatural powers also slipped past conventional forms of detection. Because of this, Intrigue felt especially weary of letting her other half's aphrodisiac and body morphing affinity fall into the wrong hands.

"You have good sources," she suspected if she could see his eyes they'd be twinkling with amusement at the moment. "I don't mean to be abrupt, but-."

The dragoness threw her coat off, letting it slide down her shoulders and onto the warm floor underneath her. In addition to the socks and gloves, she wore a short transparent skirt over black panties. A similarly see-through bra strapped her massive dragon bosom up.

"Shall we get started?" she finished for him.

"Straight to business, eh?"

"I imagined you would appreciate that," Intrigue winked, smirking at his impeccable business suit. "Having waited all this time."

He nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Leaning backwards, he opened the top drawer of his desk and retrieved a pink collar. A gold tag dangled from it. With an underhand throw, the item flew towards her. She caught it, feeling the soft fluff inside and the hard, treated outside. Magic coursed through her body like blood, the collar joined this loop of energy, her power flowing in and out of it with every heartbeat. The charm couldn't hold the energy without a ritual to give it some purpose. Intri had experience with these kinds of objects from previous jobs, but this was the first in the shape of a collar.

"You know how this works?" Mr. Anonymous asked as he loosened his tie. She stared at his chest as his featureless fingers undid the buttons, defined maroon muscles peeked through his open shirt. Judging by the large crease in his pants, he greatly appreciated her directness.

"I suppose," she replied. "What spell do you want in this thing?"

Anon grinned. "It's a gift for a special friend. I just need your cooperation and I can do the rest."

Intri shuddered. Unlike most clients, he spoke without nervousness or over-apparent lust, only the end result of their transaction mattered. For some reason, this casualness excited her. It beat stumbling around the subject with a nervous, pimply wizard.

Her sheathe disgorged her cock, fluid dripped from her tip and lips, starting to soak her satin underwear. Anon noticed the swell between her legs, a grin turning his cheeks up. Slipping his shirt and jacket off, he stepped towards the herm. "Are you ready?"

Glancing at the collar in her hands, Intri's tail wagged nervously. Heat filled her body, spreading from her pleasantly tingling nethers. The electric pulse of her power draining and returning from the charm reminded her of past rituals. Bodies pressed together, strangers groping her breasts, caressing her smooth scales.

She slipped the collar around her neck, strapping it securely in place. With a grin, green eyes shone blood red for a moment as her dark half synced with the charm. The lustful serpent hissed, cheering its host onwards.

"Over here then," Mr. Anonymous stepped past her.

Intrigue followed him and noticed a large bed lying in the back corner of the room. A rather simple wood frame, soft, inviting sheets covered it. A pink heart-shaped pillow outlined in white lace sat atop it.

Wondering who else got invited to this bed, she followed the tall being. He seemed even bigger up close. The sweet scent of honey and berries hung in the air around him. The dragoness cursed the creature, entranced by the amazing smell.

"Lay down," he ordered, voice deepening.

Intrigue glared at his face, unable to determine much from the shrouded void. His tone told her enough though. She growled, resisting the idea of being dominated for any amount of money. His broad chest and husky voice brought the red out in her cheeks and tickled her sexes. A dragoness' submission couldn't be bought, only earned.

Anon grew tired of waiting for her obedience and slapped a large hand against her cheek. Intri yelped, her rear stinging. She stumbled towards the bed. A hand grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down onto the mattress. Fluffy sheets welcomed her smooth skin. He climbed in behind her, another hand pulling her leg outwards. His groin pushed against his pants, running along the soaked seat of her panties. Their balls rolled against each other.

Anger rumbled in her throat, but the grasp on her neck kept her face shoved into the sheets. Her tail whipped about in agitation, she could wrap it around his neck or try swatting his head, but she preferred a different method of attack. Her fifth limb curled around Anon's waist, holding him while her juices soaked into his trousers. Its tip tickled the male's exposed nipples.

He scoffed at her pathetic attempt to establish control, ignoring her tail for the moment. His palm slipped up her leg, fingers sliding under the elastic band of her undies. With a sharp motion, he yanked her clear skirt and black panties down her legs. Wet fabric dropped around her knees as gentle air teased her hot, pink flesh. A sharp zip filled her ears and then a solid, warm shaft rubbed over her moist flower. Intri whimpered into the mattress, her tail constricting around Anon while her claws gripped the sheets. He felt massive!

"Good girl," the deep voice said, stroking her bare ass cheeks.

Intri hissed in defiance, raising her head as Anon's hand released her neck.

SMACK!

The gentle strokes against her rear turned into a sharp slap, jostling her plump flesh around the hard shaft resting between her cheeks. She growled and another swat farther tanned her reddening skin. Anon grabbed the back of her bra and pulled, raising Intri's upper body and squeezing her breast against her ribs. The tightness and soreness filled her mind though the hard shaft teasing her wet entrance provided some small relief.

"I expect my pets to behave," he whispered, breath hot in her ear. His palm hovered beneath her tail. The dragon lowered her ears, frowning. Another hard smack and fresh pain seared her bottom. "Beg."

Eyelids closed, Intrigue whimpered. Her face shone as bright as her ass. She whined as well when the hand stroked her sore cheek. Fingers pulled at her slit, stretching her halfway open. His maroon penis brushed against her sensitive pink slit. The dragoness tensed as the shaft slipped farther down her lips until a rounded tip pressed against her entrance. Her undies pulled tight against her knees as her legs spread. He felt huge against her narrow vagina opening.

"Sit," he ordered, tugging on her bra strap.

She groaned and bent her knees, the member pushed past her spread lips, tugging at her tight insides. Her legs shook while she tried to control her pace, taking him an inch at a time. Pleasure spread through her pussy as it engulfed Anon's rod. Her sore butt rubbed against his thighs. She prepared to rise, but he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, leaning over her back. The solid insertion bent within her, probing a particularly sensitive spot. His smooth flesh slipped out of her, his sheer girth making up for the lack of ridges or spikes. The blunt member pushed back inside, pleasure numbering her legs.

A muscular chest pressed against her back. Her tail bent away while he fucked her with his length. Intri huffed, moaned, and even barked as the sweet sensations poured from under her tail. His massive hand wrapped around her pointed cock, just above her knot. The warm palm stroked her length, filling it with pleasure, too.

Wet slaps filled her ears, her aching red cheek forgotten as Anon's penis thoroughly plowed her. His hand spread the slippery pre dripping from her tip over her tense rod. Intri's gasps increased in volume and frequency, joy building within her belly. The maroon hand curled around her balls, fingertips reaching up to apply pressure to her clit. Her femsex trembled and her body followed suit. Primal groans spilled out of her mouth as she shoved herself greedily onto Anon's pole lost in the tingling tides of orgasm. His fingers dug at her lips, hot fluid spurting out around his steady cock.

Intrigue slumped face first onto the mattress as her climax ended. Her cock glowed warm and erect against her belly. Anon slid out of her, penis bouncing up against his belly, slathered in dragon juice. He looked down at his pet, her lips gaping as clear fluid dripped from them.

"Roll over," he ordered.

"Seriously?" she asked, her empty vagina tingling in satisfied exhaustion, while her stiff member hung ready for action.

Strong arms grasped her legs and flipped the dragoness onto her sore butt. Her head somehow ended up resting against the heart pillow. He pulled the panties off her legs and grabbed her ankles, spreading her open. Intri groaned as his wet rod tickled her tired flower. Reaching underneath her back, she unclasped her bra and flung it away. She sighed in relief as her breasts slouched against her chest. Anon dragged his legs against the mattress, working his pants off. One hand pulled them free, dropped them over the side, and resumed its hold on her leg.

The dragoness rolled her hips, black-wrapped legs wriggling her master's arms. His biceps bulged as he steadied her, flat face scrunched up in concentration or determination. Intrigue's thighs opened as he spread eagled her, her spine curved, presenting her gaping sex to him. With a sharp breath, he angled himself into her warm depths. Her tired flesh welcomed the intrusion without resistance, squeezing softly. Anon slid out and a second later, hilted. She roared sharply as his quivering sex dove into her again.

Shifting closer, he pushed the dragon's left leg to the side and the right nearer her chest. Her breasts bounced as he availed himself of her vagina. Her pink shaft curled over her belly, a clear drop hanging from the speared tip. Intri grabbed her lower thigh, pulling her leg down against her plump breast. Her knee mashed into the soft tissue, flattening the mound outwards. A claw reached down and took hold of her cock. The rhythm of Anonymous' humping bounced her member through the ring her fingers formed. She stroked down in time with his hard belly slapping against her balls.

Sweat dripped from the two moaning, rutting creatures. Intri's tired pussy gained little pleasure from the large girth bottoming deep inside her. The spire between her legs grew incredibly hard against her skin. Pressing it against her belly, she felt the pulse of Anon's massive adamant girth through her skin.

At last, the mysterious male reached his limit. Popping free of her well-worn vagina, his rod slid up her snatch, pressing between her warm, cum-filled testicles. White strands showered from his maroon flesh, hurling towards Intri's face. She gasped, spurting her own load over her breasts and belly as the warm specks painted her jaw. Her mouth opened and her tongue lolled up, curling around to sample the sticky coating. The heaving cocks shot another load over her front, a wad landing atop her snout. The masculine reek of sperm joined the salty sweat shining on their flesh. Her wet balls rubbed the base of his manhood as liquid dripped from its tip onto her groin.

Intri's energy flowed into the pink collar, the raw power gaining purpose as their actions influenced it. Two yellow eyes glowed on Anonymous' face as he stared at her neck. The dragoness sighed, letting his will overpower her spirit, bending the spell to his desires. A small droplet of sperm bloomed from the herm's tip as she moaned.

He finished his spell weaving, mind leaving her body free. His grip relaxed and her legs flopped onto the sheets. She sighed at the massive wet spot underneath her tail.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked, sprawling out. Her wings and tail covered the huge bed.

"What do you mean?" he asked, sitting on the mattress, back pressed against the wall. He stared at the sperm-slathered herm.

"I mean, I don't want you coming to me tomorrow demanding your money back because it doesn't work," she replied.

"Give me a minute and I'll ensure we're both well-satisfied," he huffed.

Intri nodded, staring expectantly at his half-mast member.