{"sf1_id":1125128,"sf2_id":"rnaxwZNm","title":"Hard Copy (Herm dragoness TFTG)","author":"Nequ","words":3420,"posted_at":"2017-01-16T16:33:42.000Z","tags":["Breast Fondling","Breast Growth","Breasts","Butt","Cock","Corruption","Costume","Cum","Domination/Submission","Dragon","Dragon Girl","Dragoness","Exhibitionism","Experimental","Fantasy","Femdom","Forcedshifting","Gender Shifting","Herm/solo","Hermaphrodite","Human","Magic","Mammal","Masturbation","Mind Control","Office","Penis","Public","Sexy","Transformation","male to herm","tumblr"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1125128-hard-copy-herm-dragoness-tftg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnaxwZNm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2e/e8/2ee8511f-9a45-43c4-83d7-c2bbe7d2db54","description":"WE CAME HERE TO RUN IT  \n  \nHakim, 27, herm dragoness. She/her. Mostly Steven Universe fandom. Pearlrose shipper.","content":"**WARNING:** When you read this story, it will feel disjointed, surreal, slightly uncomfortable. That's the point. Pay close attention to the tense changes.\n\n* * *\n\nHakim Nassar woke up.\n\nFirst off, it wasn't his bed, unless someone snuck into his room and ninja-redecorated in a boring shade of beige. He didn't keep a stapler by his bed. Or an HR-approved calendar. He went for kittens, just for irony's sake, and spent five months regretting it.\n\nAlso, his pillow wasn't made of of square plastic buttons.\n\nHe raised his head - _ow, my neck, ow_ - and stared at the spreadsheet. Some idiot had typed \"DDDDDDD\" a few thousand times, until the software noticed and politely suggested he just Copy and Paste.\n\nRight. The Lieber proposal. The one that was so critical, it couldn't be taken off company servers. The one he needed to have ready for the big meeting tomorrow morning.\n\nThe cube farm was dark, and so was the view out the windows. Kinda pretty, actually.\n\nHakim yawned.\n\nHe could...he could fire up his data plan and go on Tumblr. Or Youtube.\n\nOr he could drink coffee.\n\nHe scratched his beard.\n\nHe needed coffee.\n\nThe break room was out of pods.\n\nDidn't the mail guy keep a stash in his desk? He'd never miss _one_, right?\n\nAs it happened, he probably would, considering that it was the last one in the drawer. Hakim slammed it shut with a little more force than necessary. He frowned, looked around the room-\n\nWas that ceiling tile crooked?\n\nTurned out it was. Turned out someone hid a package up there. A package with one open end, addressed to Vorcetti, in Finance.\n\n\\*Except Vorcetti Sought Other Opportunities three months ago.\n\nThe date on the package is today.\n\nAnd the mail guy's **way** too anal to not notice that ceiling tile for three months.\\*\n\n\"Technically,\" Hakim said to the Copier, \"If someone _else_ illegally opened the box, then _I_ won't get dinged for breaking the law. I'm just _investigating_ the crime.\"\n\n_Good point_, the Copier said. _Go for it._\n\nInside the box was another box. Plain brown paper. The little sticky seal was broken, and it had...\n\nA collar. In a little plastic bag.\n\nHakim smiled. \"I _see_,\" he said.\n\nIt was a plain, black, leather collar. Completely normal, except for the size, and the padding on the inside. Humans didn't have fur to protect their skin, after all.\n\n\"Huh. Is this a woman's or men's collar?\"\n\n_Try it and see,_ the Copier urged.\n\n\"Should I?\" Hakim bit his lip. \"I really shouldn't-\"\n\n_Who are they going to complain to?_\n\n\"Good point. Aaand it fits. Men's collar? One size fits all?\"\n\n_Sit on my face._\n\n\"What?\"\n\n_Take off your pants and sit on my face._\n\n\"But won't they-\"\n\n_Switch to greyscale and turn up the contrast. They won't be able to tell you're not white._\n\n\"Well, that would work, but-\"\n\n_Then you stick the copies in the paper tray, face up, with a bunch more pages on top-_\n\n\"So everyone who prints or copies something ends up with my butt on the back. That's _evil_.\"\n\n_Evil is not having any Keurig pods for you to steal._\n\nA brief word about the Copier. It had lids, trays, inputs, outputs, wireless, ID, the approximate operating complexity of an light artillery piece. It did not, unfortunately, have a single bell nor whistle.\n\nIn other words, it was your standard office copier.\n\nHakim had downloaded a copy of the manual, and spent a few days paging through it. He was now roughly as familiar with the apparatus as the mail guy himself.\n\nExcept the mail guy never learned how to override the lockout code that activated at 6, to keep the cleaning ladies from using the copier. Orders from Corporate.\n\nAs he unbuckled his belt, something occurred to him; he had a perfect alibi! Even if they figured out when the butt-copies were made, the machine clearly couldn't be working at that time. \"It must be a glitch!,\" they'd say! \"We don't know when it actually happened!\" they'd say.\n\nOf course, he could just clear the print server, but _that_ would leave a timestamp...\n\nThe glass was cool against his nuts, and a bolt of lightning raced through his spine for an instant. What if it cracked...?\n\nBut no, it held. He sighed, and tapped the START button.\n\nNow, as you may have surmised, Hakim was no longer thinking clearly. The collar he wore was influencing him, putting subtle influences into his mind.\n\nYou see where this is going.\n\nHakim wondered, once again, why the copier manufacturers all used that particular shade of green light. Probably something to do with wavelengths. They had taught him something about it in high school, back in Mr Peabody's class.\n\nHe slumped down a little, closed his eyes. He had, in fact, learned that the image of his rear was in the copier's buffer, and so he could get off at any time. But for some reason, he had temporarily forgotten. And for that matter, the aforementioned green lightbar swept across the plate for every copy made.\n\nAn observer, had there been any, might have noticed how the image had changed. Hakim's rear seemed larger, rounder. _Well, it's just 'cause he changed position. No, wait, that can't be it - he stopped moving, and it's still growing. Is there a glitch?_\n\nAnd then this observer would look at Hakim himself, and their jaw would drop.\n\nHakim himself would not notice, being lost, as he was, in memories of Mr. Peabody's physics class. He looks to his left; Carl Hendricks, just like usual. He looks to his right. Haylie Farragut, just like usual. She is a dragon, which is not like usual.\n\nThe copies of Hakim's bottom were, perhaps, a little darker. His cock stirred.\n\nHe looks to his left. Carl is also a dragon. And so is the person in front, and the person behind, and Mr. Peabody, and everyone in the classroom. Male, female, black, white, green, red, all colors.\n\nThey look at him.\n\n_Choose._\n\n\"Choose what?\" Hakim says.\n\nThey rise from their seats.\n\n_Choose._\n\n\"Choose _what_?\" Hakim says.\n\nThey draw closer. He can't see the windows. Can't breathe-\n\n_Choose!_\n\n\"_Okay, okay_!\" Hakim says.\n\nHe points, at random, and the crowd parts, to give a good look at his selection. It's a dragoness, in black and blue, with gold horns and a third eye on her forehead.\n\nThe membrane over the third eye blinks with the other two.\n\n\"Good choice,\" she says, as one claw strokes the penis in her lap.\n\nHakim opened his eyes and sat up.\n\n_Fell asleep._\n\nHe looked around. All quiet on the mail room front. He looked down. The copier was still vibrating, the bar still swept back and forth, back and forth. Black scales crept around the curves of his bottom, and his penis was slightly larger.\n\n_Nothing wrong._\n\nPerhaps, under normal circumstances, Mr. Nassar would ask himself why he had selected such a large number of copies.\n\nPerhaps not. He was working without coffee, after all.\n\nThis time, he didn't fall into a tainted memory, but a new fantasy. In this one, he is the dragon. Wings, third eye, ambiguous gender , the lot. And, incongruously, she is sitting in a car. A fast car.\n\nBlue and red lights flash in the mirror.\n\nAn officer appears at the window.\n\nHakim's spine popped, lengthened. He didn't notice, being faced with a decision. Male or female officer? Randomly, he decided...female.\n\nThe lady cop gets out a \"Sir-\" before her mouth falls open, and she just stares at Hakim. She goes \"Ma'a-\", then she notices the dick, manages not to roll her eyes, and just says \"Do you know how fast you were going?\"\n\n\"Exactly fifteen miles over the speed limit,\" Hakim says. He feels the faint tingle of his Power.\n\n\"Fifte-\" The cop stops, glares at him. \"Is that a costume?\"\n\n\"Not at all. Look at my forehead.\"\n\nAnd he opens his third eye.\n\nShe stares. He leans out the window, bites her on the arm, spilling just enough rich, salty blood.\n\n\"I want you to go back to your partner.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"Say I attacked you.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\"And when they get close-\"\n\n\"Sir?\"\n\nThe dragoness smiles. \"Change. You'll know what to do.\"\n\nHakim blinked, scratched his narrow waist, adjusted his wide hips for a more secure seat.\n\nThe display blinked an angry red at him. _OUT OF PAPER_.\n\nHe hopped off, stumbled a little as the remains of his pants and shoes hampered his footing, and walked to the nearest cabinet. His claws went _click click_ on the tile floor.\n\nHis legs were mostly done changing, just rounding out with fat and muscle. He might've looked ridiculous, then, dragon from the waist down, and human from the waist up. Except for the third eye in his forehead, of course. And the fact that his spine was far too long.\n\nAnd, perhaps, the lumps near his shoulder blades.\n\nThe cupboard was locked, presumably to protect vital strategic paper supplies from the employee menace.\n\nHakim sighed, and ripped the door off the hinges. _There._\n\nAs he walked - strutted - back to his perch, it occurred to him that he had made a mess. Still, nothing conclusive, nothing that could be tied back to him. And when everyone would be surprised by his fat patootie on every available surface in the office, he'd just look innocent, confused. Just like everyone else.\n\nHe sat back down, dug his feet into the side of the copier, like a gargoyle, like an eagle on a crag. He tapped the START button with his finger, a finger with a single black nail on it.\n\nHe walks into the office, in his boring human guise. Plain old Hakim. The receptionist nods at him, says he's late.\n\nHe leans over the desk, and smiles at her, and then his neck shoots out, longer than any human. His kiss comes as a shock.\n\nHis neck shot out, longer than any human. The scales are starting to creep up his back, and he wriggled a little to give his tail room to emerge. It knocked back the lid, but he didn't care, didn't give a single crap.\n\nThe receptionist jerks back, touching her lips, staring at Hakim as his neck retracts, like a fishing line. Her eyes go wide, then she blinks. Her mouth goes slack.\n\nSome of her teeth are sharp.\n\nHe took his penis in one hand. It was large, far too large for him to hold. For now. The head had smoothed down, and the gold color of the rest of his dick was darkening where the head had been.\n\nShe relaxes in her chair, begins to twitch. Hakim runs to the door to the inner office, shouts that she's having a seizure. Concerned employees gather. Some pull out their phone, call 911. Some pull her out of her chair, and lay her on the ground.\n\nThe dick shreds her skirt as it appears. Some of the employees recoil. Hakim takes the handcuffs - a little souvenir from the traffic stop - and locks the outer doors. The only way out, in fact, short of taking the window.\n\nAnd then, he reveals his true form.\n\nAnd the screams begin.\n\nThe copier had changed itself to color at some point. It still left his golden penis, and the crimson tip, looking washed out.\n\nOr, or, he could just come in like it was a normal day, wait for everyone to notice.\n\nMaybe he'd walk into the boss's office, service her, get a performance re-\n\nNo.\n\nHis right hand went still.\n\nThat wasn't right.\n\nThe black and blue scales paused at his chest, like they were waiting for something.\n\nThat something turned out to be his chest swelling into massive breasts. They weren't that large, proportionately, but Hakim was _big_. He wouldn't quite scrape the ceiling if he hopped down off his perch, but...close. Someone could think they were implants, except for the natural sag and also no one makes breast implants for dragons.\n\nSpeaking of which...\n\nThe scales covered his breasts. They were mostly covered in the hard - but still flexible - blue scutes, with black areolae and golden nipples, the same color as Hakim's dick. Without the red tip.\n\nBetter if he made the boss perform. Make her suck his cock - his breasts - both. She'd shove her under the desk, and then she'd change. He wouldn't even be able to see it; he'd have to tell by the smell, the feel of her head, the way her tongue changed.\n\nHis left index rubbed a nipple thoughtfully, scraping her claw around it.\n\nBut...why stop at just one?\n\nHis right hand picked up again.\n\nWhat if...what if he sent HR an anonymous tip? Let them know that he was the one on the copier.\n\nBlue scales, up the front of his throat. Black, up the sides. A golden ridge, up his back, curling over the top of his forehead, pointing at his third eye. Two smaller horns broke through his skin at an angle.\n\nIt almost looked like a crown.\n\nHakim closed his eyes, then opened them. They were gold, with vertical slits. Much the same as his third eye, though that eye was sideways, so the slit was technically horizontal. Just like the dragon in his...dream? Vision? Both?\n\nHe could...he could wait for HR to follow the trail. The boss calls him into her office closes the door. Fires him.\n\nHe walks out, and gets medieval. They could run, of course, but-\n\nHakim smiled. His teeth were sharp.\n\nHe pumped faster. The lumps on his back bulged, like something was trying to get out.\n\nShe takes that cute girl, Luca, to the ground. Rips off her skirt. Her claws score the skin, and the smell of blood, of prey, only makes her more excited. She lines up her dick carefully. Luca goes quiet.\n\nAnd she drives in.\n\nLuca arches her back, gasps, and starts to change-\n\nHakim's wings erupted from her back. They knock notices, papers off the bulletin board behind her, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered but her own pleasure, her own joy.\n\nShe freed her\n\n_(talons)_\n\nfeet from the copier, planted them on the tile. Then she ground her pussy on the corner of the copier, bottom to top, bottom to top. Especially the top, especially that one little button-\n\nHer feet slipped, and she fell back, hard.\n\nThe glass cracked under the weight of her rear. It didn't get through, she could probably run barbed wire through her anus without a scratch. She was stronger now. Sexier.\n\nShe squeezed herself tight with both hands, as something hot welled up in her.\n\n_Better_.\n\nAnd she came. She hit the floor, jerked her cock upward to give half of the room a good coating. Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. It landed on paper, mail, the counter, the Keurig, everything. It'd take days to clean it up.\n\nThey weren't gonna _get_ days.\n\nAnd then, a cooldown. Both her and the copier. Her tongue hung out, like a dog. The air reeked of toner, of her pleasure-\n\nSomeone was coming. Trying to be quiet. And they probably would be, if she was still a plain old human.\n\nHakim smiled. Then she looked down, at what used to be her clothes. Too small, now. Much too small. And ripped. Never made to stand up to a dragon.\n\n_Well. I can't wear **this**._\n\n* * *\n\nLuca pushed the glass doors to the cube farm open.\n\nOkay. There should be no one there but the cleaning lady-\n\nThere was a light on in the mail room, a faint hum. Luca did not swear.\n\nNot externally.\n\nShe walked over to the door, as quiet as she could. Someone was blocking the light, and she took a quick peek around the door frame.\n\nThen she stepped out.\n\nStared.\n\nThere was a dragoness in the mail room, sitting on the copier.\n\nThere was a dragoness in the mail room, and _it was wearing her collar_.\n\n_And_ it was wearing a...sexy business lady costume? The dark suit, the shirt unbuttoned to show off her massive boobs - Yandy probably had nothing that fit that _cujo grande_, though. And the size. And the corset wrapped around her \"suit\", in a slightly different shade of black.\n\nAnd it was looking at her.\n\nIt had business-lady glasses on. \"Sexy librarian\", more like. They looked completely ridiculous, because _she was a dragon_.\n\nIt waved.\n\n\"Luca! Hi!\"\n\n\"Um.\"\n\nThe dragoness looked down, then reached up and traced the collar, the leather. It looked her in the eyes again-\n\n\"_You_ hid this?\"\n\nThe dragoness in the mail room tapped her chin - her muzzle? - with one black claw.\n\n\"Let me guess; you didn't want your sweetie finding it in your mail and ruining the surprise, but you didn't want to get dinged for receiving personal mail at work.\"\n\n_\"Dinged\"? Wait a second-_\n\n\"...Nassar?\"\n\nThe dragoness in the mail room spread its arms. And its wings. \"Well, yeah, who else would it be?\"\n\n\"You look...different.\"\n\n\"I _feel_ different.\" Hakim hopped off the copier - oh, okay, no, she was clearly not _completely_ female. Luca's daughter had that chart...ze? Zer? Hir, that was the pronoun. And shi. \"I feel _great_.\"\n\nShi was _big_. Not just tall - her horns and wings scraped the ceiling -\n\n_(what's that smell?)_\n\nbut shi just kinda _took over_ the room, like it was hers. Like the way you felt walking into someone's bedroom.\n\nThe mail room didn't feel lived-in.\n\nBut it did feel occupied. _Full_.\n\n_...I shoulda just rented a mail box._\n\nThe skirt covered _most_ of hir cock, left a few inches of flesh. It bounced a little as shi walked.\n\nLuca swallowed. She wasn't sure why.\n\nHakim pulled the collar off her neck.\n\nLuca stepped back. She looked at Hakim's face, hir wings, hir chest, hir cock-\n\n_I should run._\n\nAnother step back.\n\n_I really, really should run._\n\n\"Know what, Luca?\" Hakim held out the collar. \"You need to accessorize.\"\n\n* * *\n\n* * *\n\n# \"Hard Copy\"\n\n2016 Nequ  \nFeel free to write fan stories.\n\n* * *\n\nThis is another one of those \"someone wrote a mediocre story, so I'm gonna take the basic idea and do it better\" stories. I'm not going to tell you what story it was, in the interests of not being a complete knob-end.\n\n* * *\n\n[Various art here.](http://imgur.com/a/VQtTW)\n\n* * *\n\nThe golden cock idea was inspired, unconsciously, by an old Doug Winger piece. In fact, the dragon may have been blue. I'm sure not going through a dozen pages on _Vixen-bloody-Controlled Library_ to check.\\*\n\nI checked my files: this is the first time I've ever used \"hir\" and \"shi\" to refer to a herm, and it is _firmly_ tongue in cheek. Ironically, Hakim's preferred pronoun is actually \"she/her\". \"Hir\" is misgendering her. Luca needs to check her privilege.\n\nOh, stop that. I make a _lot_ of pop culture references; this isn't even the first time   \nI mocked tumblr. I'm pretty sure that LipThick 2, for instance, would get me the Zami treatment\\*\\*.\n\n* * *\n\n\\* For the younglings in the audience; VCL is a furry art site, but it started before DeviantART got big, so it doesn't use the ISO 8601 Standard Art Site Setup. VCL has the thumbnail, the description, the date, the filename, and that's it. No comments, no keywords, no search, nobody using it anymore.\n\nDoug Winger was an artist famous for drawing girls with gigantic dicks. He may have introduced thousands of people to herms, myself included. He had a VCL account. He had a moustache. He's dead now.\n\n\\*\\* Steven Universe fans flamed Zami into a suicide attempt, because she drew fanart in a way they didn't like. Fandoms can be funny about these things; you draw a white character as non-white or a straight character as gay, and you're \"increasing minority representation\". But draw a \"black-coded\" character as white, or a voluptuous character as skinny, and you're racist, fatphobic, and body-shaming.\n\nEven when both of those characters are _actually_ shapeshifting space rocks in humanoid form.\n\nThe fanbase looked at the news coverage, their new reputation as the worst fandom ever, and **the people who make the show publicly saying \"stop being dicks!\"** , and, of course, learned nothing at all."}