Two Legs Good, Four Legs Bad
A commission for FA: Torin13 where the poor gold dragon gets ambushed by some two-legs supremacists, and then controlled and...used.
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Two Legs Good, Four Legs Bad For Torin13 By Draconicon
Once again, Torin was dancing around to a song in his head, though this time he had made sure no one would get knocked over by it. He was tired of getting accused of being a public menace, even if he kinda was one. But only because Kilian made him into one, he was always quick to tell people.
The golden dragon walked down the sidewalk, humming and smiling and tossing his head from side to side. A layer of scrolls covered his back, thrown together into a series of bags that almost looked like a saddle on his back. It wasn't, of course; he wasn't someone to let people ride him. He just needed the packs.
I hope Kilian is already ready for me! he thought excitedly. So many scrolls, so many new things. I bet there's spells in there that'll make me into an even better dancer, or a real Super Torin! Yeah, a real Super Torin, not just an egg laying one. Blech.
He made a face, but kept on dancing. Several times, a car almost ran into his tail, beeping at him at the last second, but for the most part it was one of the most innocuous walks he'd been on in weeks.
The dragon came to a stop at a street corner, and sat down on his haunches. It was more comfortable than just standing for a while, after all, and it let him relaxed.
Well...for a while.
As he waited for the lights to change, a trio of anthro dragons walked up behind him. Since he was sitting down, he was taller than them by a few feet, but they were still big and stocky. Not one was less than seven feet tall, and one was almost eight feet. Two red, and one blue, they looked up at him with a glimmer in their eyes.
"Heh, what's one of you four-leggers doing down here? Don't you belong in the sky?"
"I - I'm sorry, I'm just walking around. And dancing. I'm very good at dancing!"
"Heh, dancing for what?"
"Heh, I bet he's dancing for dick."
"Yeah, you know how these four-leggers are just fucking sluts half the year."
Torin blushed.
"That's rut! And you'd know how it felt if any of you still had your instincts left."
"Instincts, huh?"
The blue dragon smirked, and Torin suddenly felt a little worried. He looked at the light. Still no change.
He tried not to react when the blue anthro grabbed his tail, but it was impossible when the dragon yanked him, hard. All three joined in, pulling him by his tail hard enough to send his head to the ground. Even as he clawed at the dirt, the three dragons were strong enough to yank him away.
"Gah! What are you doing?!"
"Heh, go on, stop us then! If you're a real dragon, it should be no problem!"
He tried, he really did, but they were too quick. They yanked him off of the sidewalk and into the small forest by the side of the road, past the first layer of trees, and then past another, until they were in a small park. Torin knew about it, but only as that place that nobody bothered to go anymore.
"Let me go! I want to go study!"
"Heh, study what? How to be a real dragon?" the blue asked.
"I am a real dragon!"
"A real slutty dragon. I've seen you on TV, giving us real dragons a bad name. Throwing your ass out and getting fucked in public, going around and getting fucked by wyverns. WYVERNS! You think any real dragon would let that happen?"
"But I -"
Torin yelped as one of the dragons slapped his rump, the golden scales bouncing from the impact. He stopped talking, lowering himself all the way to the ground as the three anthros circled him, looking down at him.
What are they going to do? I gotta, I gotta get to Kilian! He can help. He knows all about how to show who's a real dragon.
But how? They were all around him, circling him constantly, giving him no way to get free. Every time he tried to move a leg, they stopped, looking at him until he held still for long enough. Even then, they only went back to patrolling around him, keeping him pinned in place until -
"Heh, so what do you got back here? Porn of bigger guys?"
"H-hey! Those are -"
He tried to reach for them, but they'd already grabbed the scrolls, pulling them out of his pouches. Even as Torin tried to stop them, the blue unrolled one and read a word off of it. The gold dragon yelped as his forelegs were yanked to the ground, hard, held to it by some sort of magical blue bands.
The three anthros paused and stared, and the slow, evil grins growing on their faces left the feral dragon worried.
"Oh ho, he's got magic on him, boys," the blue said.
"This is gonna be good."
"Always did want to teach one of these sluts a lesson..."
"Alright, guys. Bring me all the scrolls. Gotta find out which ones I wanna use on him."
The other dragons quickly obeyed, bringing all nine scrolls that Torin had spent his hard-earned money on to the bigger blue. As they were laid out, the gold dragon blushed, trying to wriggle his front paws free to no avail. The magic had him trapped, but good.
This was supposed to be for me and Kilian! Not you! He whimpered, blushing as the two reds walked around him. It only got worse when they yanked his tail up, holding it out of the way as they ran their hands along his ass...and pressed their fingers against his hole.
"Get away from there!"
"Heh, as if you'd really complain. We've seen how slutty you are, dragon imitator."
"I'm a real dragon!"
"Does a real dragon moan from this?!"
The red just about punched his hand in. Due to the size difference, it was more like a feral's cock than it was a fist, and Torin let out a moan before he could stop himself. As soon as he did, that fist sank in even deeper, opening up his tight golden butt. The feral whimpered, his claws digging into the earth, but he couldn't stop himself. It felt...it felt too good.
As the red kept worming his hand in and out of his hole, the blue chuckled.
"Looks like we got some good stuff here, boys. Hey, fake, you even know what you picked up?"
"I'm not - mmmph!"
"Heh, gonna take that as a no. We got mind zonking stuff, bondage, cock growth, whatever the hell we want here. I think it's time to show this faker how real dragons fuck. What do you think, guys?"
"Yeah!"
He could only watch as the blue pulled two of the scrolls out, and blushed as he heard the magic start. It was obvious what was getting hit first. No sooner had the blue anthro started talking the spell out than all three of them started groaning, rapidly unzipping their pants and letting their cocks out. Already long at seven inches when soft, they started growing even longer, fattening and thickening with the spell. They went to nine inches, ten, eleven, all the way to thirteen inches without hardening in the slightest, and they were almost as thick as the fist that had just been in him.
As one of the reds walked over to his face, smacking his nose with the musky cock-tip, the other one walked behind him and started grinding. The feeling of the two huge cocks against him, knowing that they were going to grow before long, left him shivering, his cock sliding out against his belly and grinding into the earth below him.
He shivered as the red in front of him forced him to lift his head up, his nose getting pressed against an equally grown sac. A single breath flooded his mind with musk, and he moaned, his eyes rolling back at the heady scent.
"Heh, smell that, you fake? This is what a real dragon smells like. Potent, powerful. Not like you. Not like your weak ass."
"Heh, real weak. I bet I can get in there without even trying. How many times has this guy bent over, anyway?"
"I don't - Mmmph!"
Not even given a chance to protest, he was forced to suck on the rapidly growing cock in his mouth, encouraging it to slide down his tongue and into the back of his throat. He blushed as it got bigger and bigger, swelling and filling his throat...and it felt...right?
He realized that the blue was reading another spell, and he tried to throw his mind against it -
Golden dragon is obedient.
He groaned as it pushed past his resistance right away. No chance at all. Another groan escaped him as the red behind him started sliding in, pushing past his rim and into his rump, opening him up. It was so...so big, even bigger than Kilian.
Golden dragon is a slut.
The thought hit him, and was immediately true, his moans coming faster and harder as he felt the cocks sliding back and forth in him, one humping in while the other pulled out. Torin weakly squeezed, and immediately groaned as his cock oozed pre into the mud below.
Golden dragon is a fake dragon.
Yes, yes, he was a fake! A total fake. The only real dragons were these studs around him, making him suck their cocks, giving them some pleasure that he couldn't get on his own. He panted, shivering as he lifted his hips up, putting his ass at a better level for fucking, his eyes glazing over.
Slowly, the blue walked behind him, and Torin whimpered as he felt a second cock against his hole.
"Think he can fit us both?"
"Heh, who cares? He's just a slut and a fake."
"Yeah."
Torin wasn't sure if he came when that second cock slid into his ass, or a bit later. It might have been both; it felt too good to be sure.
The End