Draconic Doubleback
A trade with Rikalevias on FA
Ranlyn entered the inn with lust on his mind, and so he searched for it. Within the grimy, dimly lit establishment were other folks like him, cloaked and hooded travelers who had come to this place to keep their anonymity on the road. He scarcely paid attention to them, instead focusing on what he could prey upon: the place's staff. Usually whoever ran these sort of places were hardened individuals just as gruff and tough as their patrons, but there was always a soft spot somewhere. For now he didn't see any, the scarred bartender looking more mean than a normal one might and the only visible serving wench being even worse looking than he. Ranlyn didn't mind. He simply ordered a drink and a plate of some stew before taking his place in a far off corner.
In his secluded spot he ate and drank and watched. Though full of lust, he was patient. There was no reason to rush--no, that would come at the proper time and place--so, he waited and observed. Tonight's crowd was a quiet bunch, so much so that he idly wondered if there wasn't an individual or two like him here. He shook his head and dismissed the thought. Instead, he focused his attention on the others around, knowing that there could be relief amongst them. Covering oneself up could only hide so much weakness, after all.
Unfortunately for Ranlyn, none of the others appeared to be the prey he desired. A trio of stocky figures sat stoically together, and Ranlyn knew even if one of them had been alone he didn't have much of a taste for dwarves--too hairy. A slim, graceful individual sitting in a far corner like Ranlyn himself enticed him at first, but when he saw it was a male elf he paid him no more heed. Another lone figure situated in the middle of the room wearing a black robe and a heavy hood caused him some curiosity, but when the figure looked back at him with a flash of cerulean eyes he looked away and scowled.
Just when Ranlyn thought he would have no luck to cure his lust tonight, another individual emerged from the back of the bar. He smiled when he saw her, a slender dragoness with scales of a coral coloration and a nice set of hips that went well along with her generous bosom. Of course, she wasn't a real dragoness--probably an Ahklinian experiment or a wretched halfbreed--but she looked like enough of a dragon with her scales, horned tail, and draconic cranium and snout, though . What really mattered to Ranlyn, however, was the more human aspects of her were present, notably the barely constrained breasts he couldn't help but fixate on along with how her hips wiggled and moved with the sway over her tail over a rounded rear outlined beneath her simple gown. Even more enticing was her nervousness in her movements, the slight shame she must have felt in every moment of her existence when compared to "real" men and women, whether they were elf, orc, or otherwise. He saw uncertainty in her, and thus weakness. His smile broadened.
He covered up that smile when the nervous dragones drew near, but it wasn't him she was here to see. Instead, she sidled up to a nearby patron and placed his most recent order of two mugs of frothing ale in front of him.
"E-er," she stuttered, scratching nervously at her neck scales. "Here you go, sir."
Ranlyn leaned forward, leering as he stared at her rear and enjoying her nervous glances about as she waited for her patron to respond. He finally did, flipping a coin that landed in her cleavage. She squeaked and Ranlyn swore he saw her blush beneath her scales as she fished the payment out of her breasts. Once retrieved, she muttered a quiet "thank you" and turned back towards where she had come from. She glanced about again before making her way towards the backroom, where she might have retreated to had Ranlyn not caught her by the tail. She squeaked again and spun around, staring down at him with that same blush against her draconic visage. Ranlyn smiled back at her. Though he normally didn't have a taste for scales, she was just too deliciously vulnerable not to like, a fact he had to hide by strategically readjusting the position of his lower half under the table.
"Hey there," he said, his voice as gruff as it always was.
"Uh," she said. "H-hello, sir."
Ranlyn had to refrain from laughing. She was just perfect.
"I'd like a room," he said.
"U-um, Francis usually--"
Ranlyn shook his head. "I don't care about Francis. I just want a room. Do you think you can get me one?"
The dragoness nodded meekly and withdrew a ring of keys from her person. She took one off and placed it on the table.
"It's three bronze for the night, a silver for the week, or--"
Ranlyn placed five bronze on the table. The dragoness's eyes widened.
"Sir, I said three-"
"I know," Ranlyn said with a nod. "The fourth and fifth is a for a pair of fresh buns." He stood and took the key, grinning as the dragoness shrank back. She was actually a little taller than him, but frightened as she was she could only be smaller. "I'll be at my room. Bring me them when they're ready."
"Sure, sir, it's a little late but--"
"Don't worry," Ranlyn said, staring deep into her slitted eyes. "I can wait."
She gulped, and her serpentine tongue flicked out nervously. After another moment, she nodded and scooped up the coins.
"Ok, sir," she said. "I won't wake you thought, I--"
"Don't worry," Ranlyn said, though he wish just quite the opposite. "I'll be ready or not."
She nodded again, more slowly before skittering away. Ranlyn watched her go, again admiring her rear and the way her tail bobbed enticingly above it. He looked forward to lifting it himself.
It was only when the dragoness had disappeared into the inn's backroom did Ranlyn stood up. He pocketed the key and meant to move off when he felt a strange sensation, as if someone was watching him. He snarled and glanced about the room, but saw nothing strange, just the same trio of dwarves, the feminine male elf, and that blue-eyed, black robed individual. He stared hardest at this individual, but whoever they were, they didn't seem to care or didn't notice. Putting on a more neutral expression, Ranlyn left the inn's entrance and made his way up the stairs towards his rented room. He found it easily enough, whereupon he took residence, taking off his shoes before laying back in the bed and waiting.
*****
Ranlyn heard a knock on his door not soon later. He went over it and opened it and was pleased to see it was the dragoness. She stood nervously before him whilst holding a plate upon which rested two steaming hot buns.
"S-sir," she said. "Your buns, as requested."
"Thank you," Ranlyn said, taking the plate and placing it behind him on a decrepit wooden desk. Still looking at her, he continued to speak: "They look delicious, my compliments to the chef."
"Baker," the dragoness squeaked.
"Hm?" Ranlyn said, raising an eyebrow.
"He's a, uh, baker," she replied.
"Of course," Ranlyn said with a nod. "As I said, they look delicious. So delicious, that they deserve a tip."
"Oh!" the dragoness squeaked again and Ranlyn felt his arousal rise. "I can give it to him, he'll be--"
"No."
"No?" the dragoness said, tilting her head.
"No," Ranlyn said, more firmly this time. "It's for you."
The man couldn't help but appreciate the confusion in the dragoness's eyes. It truly was delicious.
"But--"
Before the dragoness could say more, Ranlyn grabbed her by the scaly wrist and hauled her in the room with one hand while locking the door shut with the other. She squeaked again, but actually let out a small shriek as he threw her muzzle-forward onto the bed. Before she could react, he beared down on her. He pressed down on her muzzle, effectively muting her as he fumbled with his belt. She squirmed, but despite their close size he was stronger than she. It was only a few more moments before his pants were down, his erect cock out, and her clothing was being stripped away.
"Please!" the dragoness mewled when he gave her a moment to speak as he tore off her top, allowing her breasts to bounce free. "P-please don't--"
"Quiet!" he snarled, pressing her tighter against the bed as he tugged down her panties and lifted her tail, exposing her scaled sex. He licked his lips and prodded her pussy, chuckling as she let out a shivering moan. Afterwards, he gripped her hips and moved into position, ready now more than ever to do the deed.
"Please!" she begged again, shivering as she felt his tip touch her sensitive sex. "Sir y-you--"
Ranlyn slapped her. She whimpered and spoke no more, only hissing in distress. He chuckled again.
Before Ranlyn could go any further, the door behind him and her suddenly swung open. He let out a surprised grunt and looked up. He snarled when he saw the blue robed figure standing in the doorframe, the being's blue eyes still glowing ominously. Ranlyn spun around, covering up his cock while the dragoness crawled away on the bed.
"Go away!" Ranlyn said. "This isn't your business! I paid for this!"
"Yes, you did," the robed figure responded, its voice light and sibilant. "And you will."
The robed figure threw down its hood, unveiling the figure's face and form as the robe simply ceased to be. Ranlyn stared in surprise at what stood before him: another naked reptilian humanoid, this one more serpentine than the dragon but no less feminine. Her scales were a bright red save for a cluster of blue ones around her even bluer slitted eyes. Her maw was toothier, her breasts bigger, and she had a dangling glowing light that hung from her head like an angler fish. She folded her arms across her bountiful chest as she stared down at the man.
"You're not a very nice man," she said. "I knew it as soon as you entered the inn."
"And you're a naked fish bitch," Ranlyn sneered. "What, do you want a go after her?"
The serpentine woman shook her head and rolled her eyes, her dangling light swaying along with her breasts.
"Foolish man," she said. "I am Aliikta."
Ranlyn stared blanky.
Aliika sighed and rolled her eyes again. "Ali for short. You haven't heard of me?"
"I don't know," Ranlyn said. "Should I have? Something about your breasts, maybe?"
"No..." Ali said. "Maybe my magic?"
Ali lifted her clawed hands as the tips of her digits suddenly sparked with cerulean light. Ranlyn blinked and stepped back. He held up his hands, heedless of his exposed crotch.
"Hey, lady," he said. "Er, Alzi?"
"Ali."
"Ali," he said. "I have no quarrel with you, there's no need to--"
"SILENCE!" Ali shouted, her voice amplified by a boom of summoned thunder. "There is a need. I know your kind. You never stop. Even now you stare at me with wanton lust!"
Ranlyn covered his crotch.
"There, you happy now?" Ranlyn asked.
"I said, SILENCE! And no, mean man. I won't be happy until you're dealt with."
Ali's hands crackled ominously.
"Hey, hey!" Ranlyn said. "No need to get violent here. I'll leave, I'll leave!"
"No," Ali answered. "You'll stay."
She extended one hand and a bolt of blue sprang from her outstretched claw. It struck Ranlyn squarely in the crotch. The man howled and fell to his knees. He blinked. Though there had been initial pain in his penis, it had faded away to something else, something he knew well, yet not this well--lust, but lust overwhelming. Before he knew it, he was playing at his penis, desperate for some sort of release.
He groaned, stroking himself over and over again as the dragoness behind him rolled off the band and stood on her feet. She looked uneasy at the masturbating man before looking towards the strange serpentine female at the door.
"Um, m-miss?" she said. "May I leave?"
Ali shook her head. "No. Stay and watch."
The dragoness winced and nodded, grabbing her torn off clothes and retreating into a corner. Slowly she began to dress herself again as she watched her would be rapist grunt and groan as he played with himself.
"Oooh," Ali said, smiling a toothy smile. "It gets better."
"Better?" Ranlyn said, looking up. His eyes widened suddenly as he attained release. He moaned in pleasure. The moan turned into a confused grunt because after the first splatter of seed, his arousal still held just as strong, if not stronger.
It was too much for the man. Spurt after spurt came from his cock, each ejaculation pushing him deeper and deeper into a sexual stupor. He might have been lost it in entirely had he not felt something strange sprout upon his face--a spot of scale upon the right cheek of his face.
With some effort, Ranlyn removed a hand from his manhood and touched the patch. He shivered as he felt it spread, each forming scales leaving a fleeting bit of chill behind. He pulled his hand away and let out an involuntary moan as he came again just as he noticed something was off with this hand too. Still pleasuring himself, he gasped when he saw white clawtips begin to sprout from the tips of his fingers, overriding his nails while coral scales did the same for his skin and hair of the hand.
"N-no!" he moaned. "You...y-you--"
Anything the man might have said was lost as he orgasmed again, and this one was the greatest of them all. Ranlyn cried out and clutched at his spewing member as he underwent a catastrophic climax. The scales which had thus far been spreading slowly, increased their advance, a large cluster subsuming flesh whenever a strand of sticky seed sprang from his aching rod. Where the scales spread other changes shortly followed, male muscle and bulk melting away with each sprouting of blue scale. Accordingly, he shrank slightly, legs, arms, and stomach becoming smoothly scaled even as other areas grew out, his hips wrenching to one side and then the other so that he was left with a wide, childbearing set.
Ranlyn roared as he continued to climax, his lust and arousal building to a fever pitch. His cock throbbed and pained and he couldn't help but roar again as his face began to painfully push forward into a draconic muzzle. As his hair fell out in clumps, he lost something else, his very masculinity draining out with each further spurt. He panted and mewled, any masculine features ceasing to be, his scaly rear rounding out into appealing plumpness, his waist caving in, and his voice rising to a lighter pitch as his Adam's apple sank into his scaled, slender neck. He pitched forward, falling onto his hands and lifting his rear slightly as something pulled up at his tailbone. He groaned in a decidedly feminine tone, pushing his rear up higher as it reshaped into firm, heart-shaped configuration just as a thick tail burst out into existence above it. Ranlyn squealed when his tail slapped across his rear, but that was the least of his problems.
Ranlyn's cock gave one last strong spurt of seed and subsequently started to shrink. He shivered and squirmed as he felt a strong tug down below, but his eyes were sealed shut as they underwent changes of his own. Still, he could feel his testicles tucking tight against his crotch and his shaft shrinking slowly even as his face finished its alterations into a draconic visage. He no longer had external ears or a defined nose, just a scaled snout filled with small sharpened teeth. Ranlyn's eyes snapped opened, revealing them to be glittering golden eyes slitted like a reptile. He hissed, his serpentine tongue trailing out of his maw as developments continued down below. He craned his head, blinking as he noticed his muzzle at the fringe of his vision for the first time and blinking again as he saw how his body had changed.
"No!" he cried, clawed hands clutching at his throat and eyes widening as he heard his own voice. He hissed and sat back, uncomfortable at how his plush rear and thick tail rested against the floor. The claws of his feet clacked against the floor as he spread his legs so he could see just what was happening down there.
Ranlyn hissed in dismay at what found down there: his shaft was little more than a shrunken nub slowly ascending to the top of a freshly formed scaled slit while his shrunken testicles were pulled taut against the newfound opening. With a shudder and hiss, Ranlyn watched as his testicles disappeared into the slit, altering into ovaries as they made their way up his forming in passage. In the next moment, Ranlyn ceased to be male as her shrunken shaft transitioned into her clit and her womb formed deep inside.
The new dragoness stared down at her altered sex in horror. She is...she was...a female dragon now, a dragoness with a pussy. She snarled, her arousal diminished s she looked up at Ali and clenched her claws together.
"You--" she began.
Ranlyn's tirade was put on hold as the strange sensation of her ovaries setting into place intermingled with a slight pinching of her nipples. She squeaked and looked down, her chest still covered by her woolen shirt. It would not hold for long, however, as her nipples grew thicker and fatter before the scaled flesh beneath them bulged outwards. She squirmed as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the shirt, the growing mounds straining the fabric for just a moment before it tore with a loud rip. Ranlyn gasped as her burgeoning breasts bounced out, their scaled surface surprisingly soft and her green nipples puffy and sensitive.
Ranlyn reached up and gripped her burgeoning breasts, squirming as she felt them grow under her hold. They continued to swell and swell until they reached a generous size, a perfect pair of perky breasts that matched the other dragoness in the room.
Other dragoness. Ranlyn blinked and shook her head, snarling when she felt her breasts bounce from that slight movement. Afterwards she stood, shedding the rest of her frayed vestments before looking to the other dragoness in the room. The other dragoness stepped away shyly as Ranlyn looked over her, but the former man wasn't really interested in her. Rather, her focus was more on herself and how closely she matched the dragoness in appearance. They could almost be sisters, though Ranlyn was the one more endowed. Snarling at this tonight, Ranlyn swung her tail angrily and turned to Ali.
"You bitch!" She shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "Turn...turn me back!"
"No," Ali snickered. "I like you better like this."
"No?" Ranlyn hissed, tail lashing.
"Yes, I like you better as my bitch."
"WHAT?!" Ranlyn shrieked, staring the serpentine female in the eyes. "I'm not your bitch, you bitch!"
"Yes," Ali said calmly, staring back. "You are."
Ranlyn shivered. There was something in Ali's eyes that was both mesmerizing and enticing. The dragoness shivered again as an electric tingle shot straight into her groin. She whimpered and moaned as arousal started to build, her nipples hardened so that they were stiff and extra sensitive.
"Yes," Ali purred. "You feel it, don't you?"
Ranlyn whimpered as she felt her feminine lips moisten. There was something off, something wrong, but all she could concentrate on was the growing burning arousal down below along with the reason for that arousal--her. Ranlyn stared into Ali's eyes and felt want, though different than she did before. Even if they were both naked before each other, Ranlyn was the one who felt vulnerable. Unwilling to be weak, Ranlyn snarled and tried to replace arousal with anger.
"N-no," Ranlyn stuttered. "I'm not--"
"Yes, you are," Ali said. "You're a little scaly slut."
Ranlyn's eyes widened and she snorted, some smoke spewing out of her nostrils as a flash of heat blossomed below. She squirmed, one hand almost touching at her slit before she brought it back to her hips and then to a breast. Foolishly she squeezed, thinking it might bring some relief only to have the opposite result.
"Ahh!" She moaned.
"See?" Ali chortled. "Just a simple slut."
"Nuh...nooo," Ranlyn moaned. "I'm--"
"What?" Ali said, stepping forward. "What are you?"
Ranlyn shrank away, both of her hands clutching close to her chest while her tail wrapped around a leg. She shuddered when she felt her arousal drip down onto her thighs, her mind clouded by lust as she desperately tried to think on how to answer Ali's question. It should have been simple, but still Ranlyn struggled.
"I'm...I'm..." Ranlyn swayed as if she were drunk before steadying herself. She held her head, her heart beating rapidly and her breaths harsh and frequent. She hated the feeling of her breasts jostling with each breath, of how her tail swayed, and even her ass jiggled a little. It wasn't natural, it wasn't her, she was...
"What?" Ali said. "Is there a problem, girl?"
Ranlyn looked up at her. She thought she should feel angry, but there was nothing but lust now.
"Having trouble? I already told you, it's simple!" Ali folded her arms across her chest. "Let's start simple then. What's your name?"
"H...ho..." The dragoness grit her teeth together and blew more smoke from her nostrils. "Whore?"
The dragoness' eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. She squeaked and snapped her jaw shut. Ali snorted and clapped her hands together.
"Yes, very good," Ali said. "Simple, like I said! And what do you like, Whore?"
The dragoness blinked and then gasped as another hot burst of arousal burst below. She hissed, and this time couldn't keep herself from clawing at her crotch. She mewled pitifully as she looked over Ali, her arousal only building further. She had always appreciated the feminine form, but it was more than appreciation she felt in staring at her serpentine mistress.
She froze. Serpentine mistress? What else could she be? That bit...witch had made her what she was now or...was it what she always was? The dragoness pondered this only momentarily before her attention faltered so that she focused solely on mistress's perfectly rounded breasts, her ample hips and thighs, and that pussy! The dragoness drooled above and below, rubbing her thighs together needily as she imagined shoving her snout right up into it and...
That was it! The dragoness wiggled her hips. She knew it now!
"Pussy!" She squealed. "I like pussy!"
"Yes you do," Ali crooned, thrusting her hips forward. "And whose do you like the most?"
The dragoness tilted her head. Something was wrong. She had always liked pussy, but never quite like this. It had been different, more predatory and now...now there was something in Ali's insinuations about her that she wasn't sure about. It almost made her seem submissive and yet...
"On your knees, slut," Ali said.
Without thinking, the dragoness fell onto her hands and knees. She waved her tail and pressed her breasts into the ground as she awaited her mistress's next instruction.
"Now come over here, slut, and make your mistress happy," Ali said next.
The dragoness nodded. She crawled over and did as she dreamed, shoving her snout in before starting to lovingly lick at her mistress's scaled slit. Ali shivered in pleasure.
"Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl. You may pleasure yourself too, slut."
The dragoness huffed and hissed, digging deeper into her mistress's slit while she dug at her own feminine folds.
"See?" Ali said. "Just as I said, a scaly little slut."
She hissed in pleasure as her dragoness pet brought her closer and closer to climax with every lick and taste. Finally she came, hissing and moaning and soaking the dragoness' snout in the aftermath of her arousal. The dragoness climaxed shortly after, squealing and falling back onto her rear so that she looked up at Ali with loving, glazed over eyes.
"Yes, yes," Ali said. "Good girl."
There was silence for a moment as the two females bathed in the pleasure of their afterglow. Then:
"Er, m-ma'am?"
Ali looked up. She blinked when she saw the other dragoness standing in the corner scratching her head nervously.
"C-can I go now?" She asked.
Ali shook her head. "No, not yet. I still have need of you." When the dragoness looked frightened, Ali laughed. "Nothing bad, miss. She--" she motioned to her dragoness slut. "Your sister will need some assistance."
"Sister?"
"Sure," Ali said, grinning. "And my slut. Keep her in good hands, hmm? I'm sure she can get hired here and will do well." Her smile deepened. "I made sure she will." Her smile dropped off, and she looked concerned. "Are you ok? What he did--"
"I-I'm ok, ma'am," the dragoness said. "Will she be--?"
"She'll be fine. She will never harm you again." Ali chuckled. "In fact, she can only help you. She'll work for you, clean for you, even..." she shivered. "Make love to you, and believe me, she's good at that."
The dragoness nodded slowly. "T-thank you, ma'am."
"Oh, no problem," Ali said, grinning a broad smile. ""It's my pleasure, truly."
Ali winked at the dragoness and snapped two claws together. In the next instant, a black cloak came over her and then she vanished into the shadows. The dragoness glanced about, quietly shut the down, and knelt down next to the other dragoness who was just coming to.
"H-hey there," she said. "Are you ok?"
The other dragoness nodded. She looked up to her "sister" with something in her eyes the other dragoness didn't quite recognize.
"Yes..." the dragoness drawled. "I'm just...hungry."
"H-hungry?"
She nodded, looking lustfully at the other female's covered crotch.
"Yes," she said, lifting her claws to paw at the other girl's thighs. "So hungry..."
The dragoness squeaked, blushing when she realized what her "sister" meant. Still, after seeing what had just occurred, she did feel a little aroused herself. She had already been missing a few minutes, but what was a couple minutes more. Still blushing, she dropped her undergarments and wiggled out of them. She gestured to her scaled slit, already slightly wet with arousal.
"G-go ahead then," she said. "Have a taste."
The other dragoness was all too happy to comply.