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A Gamble of Corruption 2

For GaytorDragon

By Draconicon

Lykary honestly wasn't sure how he was going to handle going through the castle again. The mirrors were spread out wider this time, that much was true. Movement was possible between them, safe spaces were there. But as a feral dragon, no longer with two legs and wings that could carry him in little floats and flutters, he was going to have a harder time than he would have just a few hours ago.

The feral stepped through the doorway, looking towards the mirrors in the room. This time, they weren't so much just random borders and glass, but things that were decorated with different runes and bits of art. Well, if one called the perverted things that chased each other around the borders 'art', it was covered with art. The nearest mirror to him was encased with black stone, and he could see that it was marked with tentacles chasing a helpless victim all around, before catching him on the far end.

Then let's avoid that one, shall we? he thought to himself, edging away from it for a few steps before moving towards the center of the room.

Thankfully, his dragon senses were making things a bit simpler than they could have been. Rather than being immediately blindsided by magic, he could feel the stretch of each mirror's influence coming over the room, almost 'seeing' where it was by the tingles in the air. There were six mirrors in this room, each one extending inwards in a little 'beam' that he could feel on his left, right, and above him.

He shifted around, seeing where the edges of the mirrors were and learning how to use his new sense. It wasn't easy to do when he still had cum drooling out of his genital slit, his cock still slimed with it and leaving him oozing all over the place, but Lykary did his best. He managed to nail down where the nearest danger zones were in short order, with one mirror almost entirely blocking his path to the left, and one almost blocking the one to the right. There was no going up to avoid either one, so he lowered himself to the ground, almost slithering through the gap under the one on the right.

The room behind him gave way to a long hallway, stretching out for a good fifty feet ahead of him. Mirrors lined the walls on either side, some high, some low, but there was something else. Lykary hesitated, then used his tail to pull back the carpet ahead of him.

That's just cheating.

Buried beneath the carpet had been four other mirrors, and he would have just bet that they'd been put in places where the carpet was thin enough for him to get hit with the effects. Lykary shook his head, gathering the carpet back to himself before throwing it around his body. He double-wrapped the spots where it was thin, and laid it over his side.

Not perfect, but...maybe it'll work as some armor.

The feral dragon started walking, testing it on the first mirror on his left. The edges of it showed the subject shoving their faces into the crotches and armpits, feet and asses of other men, and had fumes coming off of each thing being smelled. He imagined that it was a musk fetish mirror, something else that he really didn't need, but something that he could live with if the armor didn't work. He stepped forward...and nothing happened.

Hehehe, looks like I might have something that'll protect me after all.

He pushed forward, getting more and more confident with each passing mirror that no longer affected him. The only real danger left were the mirrors on the floor, but they were easy to avoid. They were only dangerous when he hadn't known that they were there. Soon enough, he reached the end of the hallway...and stopped.

Two 'knights' in front of him were swinging their swords at each other, bashing at their armored arms and making a lot of noise as they fought one another. He stared as they got more and more violent, their blades making louder and louder clangs as they got more aggressive, and tried not to imagine how much those swords would hurt if they decided to use them on him.

He glanced over his shoulder, and saw that the naga demon was still watching him. Slazeric even had the cheekiness to give him a thumbs up.

Hmmph. He'll learn. I'll get out of here...somehow.

Of course, that was going to be harder, now. The fighting knights didn't seem to notice him, but they were slowly circling the room with dangerous weapons, making for another obstacle that he would have to keep in mind while he was trying to figure his way out of the room. There were more mirrors, too, ten of them in this room, and they crisscrossed with each other in several locations.

If he hadn't been a dragon, getting through would have been almost impossible, particularly with the knights moving around. He barely made it to the center, keeping his head low as he felt the tingle of magic overhead, and he looked around. There were three doors out, one leading off to the left, one straight ahead, and one to his right. He thought back to his mental map, trying to figure out what he might want to do this time.

Going to the left...there was no door straight ahead in the first room, so either there's a courtyard that way, or the castle is in a weird layout. Going forward...probably the safest bet, and going right...

He glanced to the right, wondering if there was a sign or anything. He was helpless in this sort of place, particularly as he had no idea of where he was compared to what he had seen from the outside. There were too many possibilities of where he could go versus where he should go.

Forward it is.

If the worst came to worst, at least he would exhaust one direction of the castle, and then know what to expect on the way back. That was better than nothing by a good way, and something that he could live with.

Waiting for the knights to finish their latest rotation, he ducked under one of the mirror lines and then walked into the next hallway.

Unfortunately, as soon as he set foot in it, he felt a new tingle of magic. The walls suddenly lit up with a fwooosh, the stone walls warm with the light of torches, torches that spread their fire out much further than he was entirely comfortable with, and he knew just what was going on.

Trying to get rid of my armor, hmm?

The cloth had saved him in the last hallway, and he doubted that it would get any less useful here. As long as the mirrors were only coming from one side, he could use it to keep himself safe. So, of course Slazeric would be trying to take it away from him.

He shook his head, stepping forward carefully and clutching at the carpet as much as he could. It was heavy, and it was slowly weighing him down, but it was the only protection he had. The first mirror was a bad one, too, showing an inferno around the edge that he could only assume meant that the person afflicted would be doused in the heat of a female of the species. He shuddered at the idea, not needing more reasons to start thinking of the demon's cocks under his tail.

I'm not...I wasn't...

Lykary shook his head, trying to push that image out of his mind. The idea of getting fucked again wasn't something that he had thought of on his own. That had to be something that Slazeric had put in his head. He wasn't going to be fucked again; he was going to get out of here, and -

His next step took him in range of the mirror, and suddenly he smelled smoke. His eyes went wide, and he turned his head.

The smoke was coming off of the carpet. The red material was already burning, smoke rising from the edges as the flames started to run down along the side. Lykary screamed.

"No, no no no, that's not fair!"

"All's fair when it comes to keeping your prizes."

The demon's words echoed around him, but he had no time to start looking for the naga now. He had to get moving before the carpet was completely gone. He ran forward at a breakneck pace, feeling the fibers of the carpet stretching and almost snapping at times, near to breaking as he pushed himself as fast as he dared. The idea of getting stuck in the hallway without some sort of protection was horrifying.

All the while, the carpet continued to burn, little holes opening up and only covered up by the flame that passed between the gaps. It didn't seem to be affected by the mirrors, but he didn't dare stop and check. He just ran, ran as fast as he could.

Finally, just as the carpet was about to completely disintegrate, he leaped for the room ahead. He slid along a polished floor, waiting for some mirror or another to hit him, but he seemed to be blessed with totally good luck as he came to a halt against the far wall without any ill effects. Huffing a sigh of relief, the blue dragon pulled himself to his feet...and stared.

"That...is...impossible."

He'd come through literally the only safe corridor through the room, on a diagonal path that took him from the hallway to near a second doorway that would keep him moving forward on his original path. Lykary glanced at it, but didn't step forward. More mirrors were in his way, covering almost all of the room. Not entirely all of it, but there was a giant mirror on one wall that he imagined would make him bigger, and another on the southern wall that looked entirely too tiny. There was a cluster of cracked mirrors that looked like they'd clone him, and...

Well, it was a problem. He stood up and walked back to the center of the room, trying to think about how he could do this. There were a variety of different problems waiting for him, but...

Hmmm...the clone one...

Now that he looked at it, he could see that there were shattered bits and pieces everywhere, blocking his way, but not in a solid sheet the way that the magic from other mirrors did. Lykary could jump through that, and if one of them touched him, well, a clone was definitely one of the more minor transformations in this place, he imagined.

He took a few steps back to line up properly and give himself space to jump, and when he was ready, charged forward. The blue dragon went soaring through the air, passing over some of the worse mirror magics, and he almost made it to the hallway without clipping himself.

Unfortunately, he did, one of the beams of the clone mirror hitting him. He felt the tingle, but nothing changed on him...or so he thought.

He landed hard, and felt something jostle on his back. Blinking twice, he turned to look, and his eyes went wide again.

There, right on his back, was a little dragon that was barely the size of his front paw. Other than that, though, it was an exact copy of him, from head to tail and back again. There was even a little bit of cum oozing out of the little clone, running down onto his back.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Mmm? This is...interesting..."

For a moment, it was soothing to hear his own voice, but then, he saw the look on the little dragon's face. Mischief, and arousal.

Lykary bucked his hips up, and knocked the little dragon off of him, sending him flying back down to the floor. He did not need that complication.

Thankfully, the hallway ahead was pretty simple. He could see an easy way forward, as the mirrors seemed to all be at shoulder height for him. As long as he kept on his belly, he would be fine. The blue dragon lowered himself to his stomach, wiggling his way forward as quickly as he could bring himself to do on the stone floor. It ground into his belly regularly, making it hard to get comfortable, but it was better than getting transformed.

The magic was strong above him, putting a constant tingle in the air just above his wings. It was hard to ignore, too, making him shake his head again and again to keep it clear rather than have that humming, tinkling tingle of a sound rushing through his mind. He kept moving, dragging himself along as he imagined what it would be like when he finally got out of the castle, when he was finally back to normal.

He was so deep in that thought that he barely had time to stop when he reached the hallway's end, finding something that he hadn't seen. A mirror's magic stretched out right in front of him, and this one was right at floor level, reaching up to about shoulder level, rather than being up higher like all the others had been.

Hmmm, now that's a problem, he thought. There wasn't much room to stand, and he didn't think there was a big enough gap between this mirror and the one before it for him to stand up and take a bit of a running leap to clear this. He'd need to come up with -

"NNngh?!"

He felt something nudging at him from behind, and he whipped his head around. His long neck almost hit the magic above him, missing it by an inch, but what he saw was a bigger problem.

The littler him, the clone, had followed him. While it was the same size, it was most definitely not on his side as it leaned in and started nuzzling under his tail, working its nose right into his pucker and nuzzling at his asshole.

"Mmmph! Stop that! Get your head...mmmph...out of there!"

"Make me!"

He would have, if it wasn't for the fact that he was essentially pinned in place by his own size. Any tail movement would get it zapped by the mirror above him, and moving backwards now risked the same thing. He couldn't move forward without getting hit by that one...so he was stuck.

And he was shivering, panting, too, from the licks across his asshole, the little dragon's tongue surprisingly effective at getting him worked up. That little thing flicked across his pucker again and again, little paws pressing against the rim and pushing it open for the little dragon to lick deep. He growled under his breath, feeling his cock throbbing inside of him, but considering he was shoved low to the ground, it couldn't get free. All he could do was lay there and let it throb inside of his slid, oozing petulantly at the tormenting pleasure that the little clone decided to give him.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

He kept growling under his breath, but the intimidating sound didn't mean anything to the little dragon. All it did was make the little feral climb up so that its hindpaws were pressed against his balls, toes wriggling and teasing the scaly orbs, and that tongue was working into him deeper. He swore that the little dragon was an inch away from shoving its head inside of his ass, and he really didn't want to think about that.

Please, just...stop! I can't think when you're doing that!

It wasn't as bad as his mind fading away when Slazeric had been working his slit, but it wasn't much better, either. He shuddered every time that the little dragon worked that tongue further in, tapping at his inner walls, and he groaned as he started to curl his toes, starting to work himself back and forth.

He stopped himself as soon as he realized that he was doing it, but it didn't matter. He was so close to the magic now, so close to getting himself zapped and changed even further, that he knew it was only a matter of time if he didn't get the little dragon to stop. He whimpered, gasping softly as that tongue started pushing into him, and now, that head. He felt the little dragon's head inside of him, licking at his prostate directly.

"FUCK!"

His roar echoed through the whole of the hall, and he knew he couldn't wait. If he didn't do something, that little clone was going to get inside of him and start working him, distracting him constantly. Desperate to get away, he didn't think, and leaped forward.

He felt the effect of the mirror immediately, even as the motion forced the smaller dragon out of him and onto the floor. Lykary hit the ground with a groan, feeling the magic suffusing him already, spreading through him from head to toe and back again. He rolled onto his back, panting as he stared down along his underbelly.

His cock had started sliding out as soon as he'd jumped, but as he was stuck in front of the mirror, he had a perfect view of seeing it sliding back in. That powerful cock, cum-slimed as it was and beaten from the naga demon's fucking earlier, was still something that had been impressive, but the longer he sat in front of the mirror, the smaller it got.

No, not my cock...you already fucked me like a female...don't make me...into one.

But it was too late. He could see the designs around the mirror, from the shrinking cocks to the growing breasts, to the widening hips and the drooling sex. Most of all, the heat that came off of the new sex, the powerful urge for sex, was laid out as a warning for all. He knew what it was, and he knew that there was going to be no fighting it when it hit him properly.

The dragon leaned back, panting and shivering as he felt the effects already rushing through him. The heat itself hadn't struck, but his body was already warm, already horny. Even with the slow disappearance of his cock, even as he watched it shrinking into his genital slit, he could feel the need for sex rushing through him. He panted, his toes on his hindpaws curling in need, and the little dragon clone beside him did the same thing, suffering from the same 'punishment' as he was.

The pair of them moaned, and Lykary whimpered as he tried to reach down for his cock. His forepaws were not used for gripping well, but he could press his fingers around it, feel the shaft as it still stuck out of his slit. It wasn't much anymore, but it was there. It was still his, even as it was slowly sliding away from him. He tried so hard to grab hold of it, trying to keep it out and present, but no matter what he did, it kept slipping away from him, sliding down into his slit.

Please...let me keep it...don't take it...

But the mirror was merciless. No matter how he begged, his cock kept sliding away until it was only big enough to fill his slit. Even then, he could feel it sliding away even further, shrinking away until he couldn't even feel the slit pressing down on it inside. That sensation, the feeling that had been so similar to the feeling of a full sheath, was finally gone, leaving him with nothing inside but empty walls and a need to be filled.

He stared at the mirror again, watching as his balls were slowly shrunken down as well. They had changed, no longer hanging as low as they were while he was furry and on two legs, but they had still been present, hanging there and showing off, even if they were pulled up more than before. Now, they were already shrinking further, the balls pressed tight to him, almost shrunken in already, pressed to his crotch like some mewling kid that hadn't had them drop yet.

And they were still shrinking, not painfully, but almost as if someone had squashed them up against him in an effort to make them go away. All he could do was ride out the feeling, take it in and hope that it got better. He groaned again and again as his balls were pressed, squeezed, and shrunken by the mirror, until there was nothing below his slit. He was completely smooth from slit to ass.

"AH!"

He jumped, rolling slightly on his side as a shock went through him. Both of his holes started twitching, throbbing, begging for something inside of him, and he shivered as the need grew until it was almost painful. Both his ass and his slit were clenching down, but it was more than that. They were clenching down, and then getting disappointed by the lack of things inside of them.

His slit, in particular, was still changing. He looked down, panting and gasping, and watched as the slit started changing. No longer a simple hole, it stretched into more of a vertical opening, the outsides turning more fleshy and less scaly compared to what they had been. He could feel the insides getting wetter, soon drooling past the new opening. Everything ached inside, begging to be touched, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

Even as his new sex - new pussy, he realized - was begging for something to slide inside, his body was still changing. His hips were getting wider, his ass getting bigger. It was already large, but it was thickening, getting heavier and starting to weigh him down. The cheeks were no longer muscular, but bouncy, ready to serve as cushioning during breeding.

Breeding.

Breeding.

The word echoed in his brain, and he shivered at how much his body heated up as he thought about it. He knew that he wasn't a breeder, he knew that things were not that bad, but god, he wanted it. His body needed to have a dick inside, needed to have it putting eggs in his womb, and he needed...needed...NEEDED to be taken and used like a proper dragoness.

Trying to find something to distract him, something that would take that feeling away, Lykary grabbed at his tail. It was more slender than it had been, more feminine - just like the rest of his body, getting slighter in all the wrong places and thicker in all the most noticeable - but it would do. He grabbed it and jammed it inside of him, making it slide deep inside on the first thrust.

He - or rather, she - came right then and there, the dragoness moaning as she spurted her juices all over the wall. The heat of the mirror consumed her, pulling her to ram that tail in faster and harder, working herself like she was some bitch on a toy. Lykary had a front-row seat to her own show, and while she blushed as she watched, she knew that she needed to get off before Slazeric found her, needed to cum enough times for the naga to not be able to tempt her into doing more.

In and out, in and out she jammed her own tail, making it get slicker and wetter every time that she plunged it into her body. She moaned, begging, gasping for more as she realized just how little stimulation she was getting that she needed. For a moment, she considered using the little dragon again, maybe squatting over it until it gave her the stimulation that she wanted, but no, it was too busy, and she wasn't going to do that again.

She rolled onto her side, not wanting to stare at herself fucking her own pussy anymore, but unable to stop stimulating herself. Lykary backed herself up, grinding her slippery vent all over the mirror, rubbing it again and again, smearing her own juices over the thing that had transformed her. She rubbed it and ground against it until it was as messy and smeared as one could possibly imagine, whimpering at how the slight revenge didn't sate her need in the slightest. She needed to have something inside of her, something real, and she didn't think she could take much more waiting.

Even as she pulled herself back, humping down on her tail again, she could hear something coming. Something big, something heavy, something powerful. There was only one thing that would sound like that while still being light enough to not make huge thumps in this castle, and she turned her head back down the hallway.

Just as before, the great naga didn't seem to trigger any of the mirrors as he came to her. She shivered, trying not to look into his eyes, but those golden orbs captured her again, the light inside so powerful as she was made to stare at him.

"You lost yourself to the mirror. Heh. That means that I get to change you again."

"Please...no...this wasn't...I can't..."

Lykary couldn't even speak properly anymore, her body shaking and shivering, all of her thoughts consumed with the idea of getting a good dick or two inside of her. The vent that had replaced her slit and cock was constantly drooling, begging for something heavy and powerful, and when the bigger naga demon reached around, rubbing his tail against her, she whimpered, pulling her tail free and offering herself before she'd even realized what she was doing.

Slazeric chuckled, and even though she blushed at what she'd done, she couldn't stop herself from posing, keeping it on offer to him. The demon pulled his tail back after a few seconds, leaving her shuddering and shaking once more.

"Look at you. Already so desperate for something inside of you. Do you really think that you could ever take what I had to offer you? Do you really think you could ever escape if this is all the willpower that you have?"

"I could...I just...you need to play fair."

"I am playing very fair. You can see where the mirror magic is, you can see what the mirrors might do. I've taken down so many of them, giving you a chance to get away. I have always played fair."

"Not...not..."

She groaned, unable to resist thrusting her tail right back inside of her. It was so empty when she didn't have something in there, distracting her constantly, and she needed to think. Even if she could only think about one thing other than dick, she needed to be able to think of that if she was ever going to get out of here, ever going to get her real life back.

Lykary shuddered as he pulled her tail out of her, making her go back to whimpering and begging with little incomprehensible whispers, though it meant nothing to the naga. He just chuckled at her, pulling her to all fours, and then snapped a collar around her neck. A leash of metal ran from it to his hand, and he pulled her by the neck to follow him down the hall. With her pussy drooling like mad, she followed him without a question, hoping that there would be something that would clear her mind at the end of it.

He pulled her through room after room, each one more trapped and worse than the last, until they reached one with a mirror that stood up almost across the entire room. He made her turn to look at it, and she stared into the glass surface with curiosity and apprehension.

It didn't take long to see what it was. As she looked at it, she saw herself, saw herself getting bent over and filled with male after male, cock after cock slammed into her vent until she was unable to stand, unable to walk, unable to talk in the slightest. She could see it, imagine it, and almost feel it as she watched the other dragoness in the mirror start growing in pregnancy, showing the egg bulges in her belly in a way that almost looked proud rather than ashamed.

Lykary wanted to look away, but Slazeric held her in place, making her stare at her reflection as it got more and more bloated, filled with more and more eggs. It didn't take long before the other her started laying them, dropping them down one by one on the floor. The sheer stretch on her body as she started to push them out, the way that her vent almost distended to shove the massive eggs out onto the floor, told her that it would hurt and feel amazing at the same time, and she shuddered at the implications of what it meant that she would have to do.

Slazeric leaned over her, whispering in her ear. His tongue touched her face every time that he spoke.

"This is going to be your future. You're already able to get pregnant. And if you don't learn some self-control, this will be your fate. A little breeding machine, worth nothing but the eggs that she spits out every so often. You would like that, though, I think."

The snake's fingers reached under her tail, rubbing along her vent and her ass, and she shuddered as she pushed back against him. The hunger for his cocks was still there, that desperate need to be filled until she couldn't walk easily was still begging him to stuff those cocks inside of her and use her to the fullest once more. She wanted to be stuffed with his seed until she couldn't think of anything else, until she was a useless little breeding slut, nothing but a dragoness to drop eggs on the floor for whatever purpose someone else wanted.

She whimpered, squirming as he kept rubbing her vent, making her stare as her reflection was bred again and again, feeling her own heat grow every time that she saw another egg pop out. It was like staring at the worst and best porn that she had ever seen, feeling it sinking into her very soul. It wasn't just a new capability for her body, but a brand new fetish, a kink that she knew Slazeric would be tempting her to fulfill as often as possible if he could.

Must...must not...get tempted...no eggs...no...

Lykary whimpered, the blue dragon's tail rising higher than she'd ever felt it go before, pushing into the air until it actually ached to keep it there. Both of her holes were twitching, puckering, begging for something inside of them, and she didn't want to think about how horny she felt right there and then. It was like a fire eating her up from the inside out, consuming everything she had, those cramping clenches of both holes reaching deeper as her womb desperately begged for the eggs that it needed to fill it.

It took everything she had not to hump his hands, even as she watched herself getting bigger and bigger. So many cocks, so many ways to get fucked, so many possible ways to lose her mind to the bigger dicks of other people, so much bigger than she had ever been, so much wider, so much...so heavy with eggs, so gravid, so full and ready to breed more as soon as the eggs were laid...

"Your willpower is breaking, slut."

"Yes..."

"You need the eggs more than you've ever needed anything else."

"Yes...I can't...I need."

"You need what?"

Lykary bit her lips, trying not to speak even as her vent drooled more over the ground, her body on fire from her head to her toes. She needed cock, needed to be pregnant, needed to feel the swell of her belly as she was grown again and again, see the way that her scales were stretched out by the sheer amount of eggs inside of her. She needed it...she needed it badly.

He pushed a finger inside of her, almost making her collapse from how sensitive she had become. Her entire body ached, begged for more, and he only wriggled that one finger around, nudging her sensitive inner flesh.

"Say it. What do you need?"

"I...I need..."

"Yes?"

"I need...to be...pregnant."

"And what does that mean?"

"I need..."

Even in the mirror, she could see his glowing eyes looking down at her, the power of his gaze making her shudder. She was falling, and she could feel it. She could feel her fall from grace, from real life, from the chance to go back to normal. It was fading away from her, every word she said taking her further and further from a decent life and more and more into the den of debauchery that she'd inadvertently discovered. And it was getting harder and harder to care.

Lykary sucked down a breath, gasping for it, as she responded.

"I need...I need to get...fucked."

"That's a good girl."

He pushed a second and third finger into her, and immediately she was moaning, losing her grip on reality as she slipped down, her head on the ground and her ass in the air. Pump, pump, pump went those fingers, driving deeper and deeper each time and making her shudder and moan, begging for the whole hand, or for his dicks. Her pussy was drenched from one end to the other, her juices rolling down her body and pooling between her hind legs. She could smell her own stink in the air, the heat of an aroused female. If she had still had her masculinity, there'd be no way that she could have avoided fucking herself.

Please...just give me something...anything...

Suddenly, the naga pulled back his hand. She groaned, gasping for air as she looked back at him, wiggling her hips side to side, shaking her head desperately.

"Don't leave me like this. I need more. More."

"Don't worry, slut. I'm not done with you."

"Please...just let me -"

"Oh, you'll get the chance to cum...maybe."

The demon chuckled, stroking a finger under her scaly chin as he started coiling about her, wrapping his body around hers until she was buried in his scales. He pulled her tight to him, squeezing until she could hardly breathe.

"I have one more deal to offer you."

The world faded around them, and they shifted away, leaving the palace for a place much more sinful.

The End