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Walking down the streets of the city under a nearly full moon, Evrol suddenly came to a stop once the hairs on his neck stiffened. He turned his attention to a building to his right, small, wooden, and rather innocuous yet his hair still stood on end. The entrance, a wide wood door that bore no marks, gave him no clues to its owner or purpose. Leaning closer to the door, Evrol sniffed and smelled something sweet and smoky that did little to abate his instinct. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced over either shoulder and saw no one was about. Of course. It was past curfew and the only reason he was out was because he was allowed to, a benefit of ruling the streets under law by day. Curious what degeneracy he might find by night, Evrol opened the door and stumbled into the building.

He frowned as he looked around. At first glance, The place was simple, its wooden floors bare and the only illumination being the moonlight that filtered through its only window. Upon further inspection, however, he found that there were doors, many, many doors further down along a long hall and before the hall there was some sort of desk. He sniffed and smelled nothing telling of what the place was.

"What is this place?" he murmured.

Evrol received no answer in silence at least until something slammed behind him. He jumped and spun around, just to find it was the door that had closed. He grumbled and was about to go out the door when the hairs on his neck stood up. Frowning, he looked over his shoulder and froze. There was something behind the desk now, a figure obscured by darkness.

"Who's there?" He called, his hands instinctively going for a sword that wasn't there. He swore under his breath. "I can see you."

"It's just me," the figure replied in a soft voice that seemed to hiss.

"And who are you?"

The figure laughed in such a pitch that Evrol had no doubt he was speaking with a woman.

"I might ask you the same," she said. "You who burst into my establishment without word or warning." She laughed again and Evrol swore he smelled sweet scened smoke, if only faintly. "Though, I do I know who you are."

"Do you?"

"Of course. How could I not recognize our conquerors?"

"Liberators!" Evrol said back.

Another laugh. Evrol snarled, now really wishing he had his sword.

"You're a legionnaire who shouldn't be here. You're off duty, aren't you? And not even drunk...."

"Show yourself!"

"And why?"

"In the name of the emperor, show yourself!"

"If you insist."

The woman stepped away from the desk and into the moonlight. Evrol recoiled at what he saw. Though her face and features were mostly obscured by the dark blue robe and hood she wore, her arms covered by cerulean scales were bare and so were her clawed hands. He peered and saw a protrusion from her hood.

"Abomination," Evrol growled, as his frown turned to a smile. "I was right."

"About what?" The woman-thing asked.

"This place," he said. "I sensed...something."

"Oh, that is interesting. Is that what you do after work? Do more work?"

He looked around the room. "It's not right, and it's because of you."

"Our second disagreement," she murmured. "We're not off to a good start, are we?"

Evrol shook his head. "No, you're not. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be anywhere, filth. Let me see your face."

"Why? To disgust you more? Is that what you like?"

"Show it!"

The woman complied, lifting her clawed hands to pull down her hood. When it fell, Evrol saw that the protrusion was because of her head, that of a cerulean scaled snout draconic in shape. Her eyes too were blue, deeper in hue than her scales, and slitted like the reptile she was. She seemed to smile as he looked her over, showing off her many sharp teeth.

"Dragon," Evrol spat.

The dragoness's eyes twinkled.

"Close enough," she said. "I would say I'm almost as human as you, but I'm sure you would disagree, just as the dragons do of my draconity." She shrugged. "Well then. Is it what you wanted to see?"

Evrol actually found himself nodding, his smile wide with glee.

"Yes," he said. "I knew it, I knew it!"

"You seem cheerful to find something you shouldn't like."

"I was right, so very right. They lied, said all you scum were gone and yet here you are. Oh, they'll pay, yes, they'll pay..."

"For what? I have every right to be here."

Evrol's smile was swept away.

"No..." he snarled. "No, you don't."

The dragoness tilted her head. "By law? Yes."

"Not by nature."

"Oh," the dragoness said with a smile and chuckle. "Three times, then." She folded her arms across her chest. "What is your aim here? You're off duty and--"

"A legionnaire is never off duty," Evrol snapped.

"I think your comrades would disagree." The dragoness stepped forward. "They do, don't they? You're not supposed to be here, are you?"

"Neither are you!"

"Oh, I'm in the right," the dragoness said, drawing closer. "So what's wrong?" She peered up into Evrol's eyes and he stared back. He shivered as they exchanged more than glances with that stare. "Oh, I see. You don't like dragons."

"Fiend," Evrol said, trying to pull his eyes away, but he could not. It was not that her gaze was so entrancing, but that his hatred kept him focused on the reminder of his pain.

"Was it a loved one? A brother in arms?" She shook her head and laughed. "No, it was some land, some favored estate of the emperor. They burned it down and that's why you're here, in the streets and slime instead of glamour and glory. Oh, that is pain, to fall so low and for that I am sorry."

"I need not your sympathy."

"No, no," she said, stepping away, breaking the stare, and instead looking the man over. "Dragons have caused you so much pain... why not pleasure?"

Evrol wasn't sure what she meant until she untied the sash around her waist. In the next moment, her robe fell to the ground and the dragoness was bare. He gawked, for she was far more womanly than he would had expected, her breasts full and large and round, her curves gentle yet generous, and even her scaled slit glittered attractively in the moonlight. She smiled at his reaction, her hands resting on her wide hips as her tail wrapped around her lower left leg.

"I'm so glad you came," she said. "It was so lonely tonight and I could use some company. You could too, couldn't you? I can see that you're lonely."

Evrol shook his head and stepped back.

"I would never..."

"And why not?" the dragoness purred, slyly sliding up to him with a wiggle of her rear. "I could use you, you know."

"Use me...?"

"Why yes," the dragoness said, now barely inches away from touching him. She looked up at him with light in those dark eyes. "You'd be my first customer. It's an honor and don't you legionnaires like that sort of thing?"

Evrol raised an eyebrow. "No, no," the dragoness hummed. "That was those knights. Still..." she groped at her breasts, giving them a tight squeeze. "It's just you and me, me and you, an off duty legionnaire taking advantage of a needy dragoness." Her eyes glittered. "I'll do anything you like, anything at all."

"Never!" Evrol exclaimed. "Never would I--"

He stiffened and fell silent as the dragoness reached down into his pants. He felt her claws come against his hardened cock and then she withdrew it.

"You lie," she said, grin large and toothy. "You want to bed me. You hate dragons so much that you really want to give it me."

"No," Evrol said firmly. "My flesh may be weak, but my mind--"

"Your mind?" the dragoness growled with a new edge to her voice. "You make this harder than this has to be...your mind is no different!"

She spun around so that her enticing rear faced him, her hands on her hips and her tail lashing angrily behind her. A moment later, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering now and Evrol couldn't help but look at them.

"Look into my eyes," she said. "What do you see?"

He looked deep into the dark sea of blue and gasped. The dragoness grinned.

"Ah, there we are," she said. "You see it, don't you? What do you see?"

"M-me?" Evrol stuttered.

"Precisely!" the dragoness exclaimed. "Me in you, you in me. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Evrol nodded, wincing as his member strained against his pants.

"But it's going to be more than that," the dragoness said. "It has to be, don't you see?"

Evrol shook his head. "I don't understand."

The dragoness sighed. "You wouldn't, would you? Think of it as this: you are never off duty according to you. Well, you never will be now. Doesn't that sound right?"

Evrol nodded.

"And you're lonely, aren't you? Forced to be among all these commoners and filth, day and in and day out of drudgery when there had been so much merriment before. Wouldn't you want that again? Merriment and company at every hour, at day, at night? Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Evrol nodded again, eyelids beginning to droop. The dragoness smirked and turned to face the legionnaire once again. He gaped at her open mouthed as she pushed out her chest while she ran her hands down her smoothly scaled body, going over each curve until her claws rested on her tender thighs.

"And this, so wonderful, yes? So pretty, so perfect, so attractive, yes? Do you desire it? Don't you want to feel it, the heft of these breasts, the girth of these hips, the smoothness of these scales, the depths of this slit? Doesn't that sound pleasurable?"

Evrol nodded for the third time. The dragoness snorted out some sweet scented smoke from her nostrils, directly into Evrol's open mouth. He sputtered and coughed, his eyes wide open now.

"W-what are you--"

"Shush," she said and he fell silent. She smiled at this. "Good. I think you're ready. Now come."

"Now?" Evrol whined, his hands going to his pants. The dragoness quickly shook her head and huffed in annoyance.

"No, no," she said. "Not that, not yet. I mean, follow me. Follow Idra."

And so Evrol did, trailing obediently behind the dragoness, eyes focused on her but mostly paying attention to how her tail swept back and forth over her scaled rear. He licked his lips, hatred fading in favor of envy. Then he winced and came to a stop as he felt something on his cheek prickle. As he reached for the spot, Idra turned around.

"What is it?" she asked, smoke trailing out of her nostrils.

Evrol opened his mouth to answer and ended up inhaling more of the smoke. He choked back a cough, wincing as more spots across his face prickled. He reached up to feel one such spot, but a clawed hand stopped him.

"Leave it be," Idra said. "Didn't I say to follow me?"

Evrol nodded.

"Then do it."

Evrol did so, following the dragoness even as more and more parts of his face felt strange. He wanted so badly to touch it, but he didn't want to disobey the dragoness. She was right, after all. She was attractive and he wanted to bed her so badly that his member throbbed almost painfully. He was glad when they came before one of the many doors and she opened it, motioning for him to go inside. He did and found himself in a small room furnished with a soft looking bed and a wide window which allowed the room to be mostly lit by moonlight. She pointed towards the bed and so he went and sat on it. Afterwards, she closed the door and turned towards him, her scales shimmering in the silver light.

"Mmm," she purred. "This is nice but..." She looked him over and shook her head. "No, no. I've changed my mind. I'm not going to bed you and you're not going to bed me."

"W-what?" Evrol stammered.

"Yes," Idra said. "It would be nice, but I'm not outfitted with protection--something I need to buy, please remind me later--and I doubt you brought your own piece. I can't trust my magic--it wants me gravid, I'm sure of it--and I can't trust you. If I told you to pull out, who knows how fast you would respond? Not fast enough, and the proprietor can't be pregnant just yet."

Evrol whimpered, then felt blood rush to his face. Was he really that embarrassed or was there something else going on? He swore he felt an itch under the heat. He shook his head to clear his mind, but all he accomplished was feeling clumps of his hair falling away.

"Oh, don't be so upset, you're already starting. Beside, it helps to have something happen to get the energy flowing. Why..." Idra's eyes drifted down towards his crotch and she grinned. "I think I have something in mind. Strip. Now."

Evrol readily obeyed, throwing off his issued tunic and pants before wiggling out of his underwear. He looked down at himself and saw something was wrong. Instead of skin in some spots, he had rose colored scales and they were only spreading. He shivered and more of his fine hair fell to the floor. Alarmed, he looked up to the dragoness and saw that she was smiling.

"Oh wonderful," she said. "You'll be so pretty in pink!"

"But--"

"But what? Isn't this what you wanted?"

"No, I--"

"No, you," Idra huffed, smoke flowing out of her and to him. He coughed but remained still. "You agreed to this. The breasts, the hips, the smoothness of these scales...you asked for this."

"I...I did?"

Idra nodded. "Yes, you did. Don't you remember? It wasn't long ago. Minutes maybe."

Evrol shook his head. Something didn't seem right, but the dragoness couldn't be wrong, could she? He knew he had agreed to something but had it been this? He couldn't remember, he couldn't recall. The recent inhalation of that sweet smoke made things only hazier. The only thing he could be certain of was that he was still aroused, a fact reinforced by Idra laughing and running her claws over his cock.

"Oh, you're ready, yes, you are. You are, aren't you?" She rubbed at his shaft and he shivered. "Ready for the next step?"

Sure, if not certain, he nodded. Idra smiled sardonically.

"Then sit," she said, nodding towards the bed. "We should both be comfortable."

Evrol sat back on the bed and found he wasn't quite comfortable. He shifted his seating around, wincing at what felt like his hips pulling apart while his waist pressed painfully in. He looked down and saw the rose colored scales spreading up his stomach, ridding him of hair and the muscle he had worked so hard for and leaving a smooth scaled stomach behind. His eyes widened when the scales swept over and filled in his belly button.

"Idra," he croaked, looking over to the dragoness only to find that she was on her hands and knees in front of him. She smiled up at him and as he looked over that sure draconic snout and those dark eyes, he felt his worries wash away just as his hips popped out the slightest bit wider.

"Yes?" she said, laying her claws on his knees. He shuddered at their touch, spreading scales sensitive to their fine points. "Did you have something to say?"

"I..." he said, eyes drifting away and looking out into the window. He searched for what he meant to say, but it was lost as sweet smelling smoke drifted into his nostrils. He breathed it in deep and sighed in content as his nose shrank away into two slits. "I don't know."

"Are you sure?" she asked, the latest wisps of smoke wisping off from her nostrils.

He nodded, squirming as he felt the scales crawl under his armpits and over his arms. The strength of his hands pressed so firmly into the soft bed began to diminish as their well muscled length shrank slender and thinner. Though yet to be scaled, the tips of his fingers began to curve out into claws that bit into the bed.

"Well then," the dragoness said, moving a clawed hand to grasp at Evrol's erect cock. The man stiffened at the touch, his member so much more sensitive than he had ever remembered. When she released it, he let out a whine that quickly devolved into a moan once she opened her maw and wrapped her length tongue around his length. It was warm and slick and made him shudder at its touch on his tip. While the scales crept up his narrowing shoulders and thinning neck, she let her tongue twist and twirl over his member. He shivered and groaned, wondering why he hadn't done this before. He knew there was a reason, but it evaded him as his ears shrank and shrank away into tiny indiscernible holes for hearing. Why had he hated dragons so? This one certainly loved him.

Idra slurped and Evrol couldn't help but shiver again. He groaned and heard his voice crack midsound, his Adam's apple disappearing under the swarm of spreading scales. As her flexible and pleasing tongue ran up and down his length, he let out moan after moan that only continued to rise in pitch. After one particular pleasurable caress, he gripped at the bed's sheets and punctured them with his newfound claws while his toes twitched against the ground, their silent sound transitioning into nearly quiet clicks as they lengthened into gleaming ivory talons. He gasped as Idra gave one last list before pulling away, his heels lifting up off the ground and his legs shifting into a slimmer shape as they restructured to match his heels for digitigrade stride.

"D-don't," Evrol said in a soft, pleading tone, his member throbbing. He was so stiff and yet he did not feel like he was even close to relief. It was almost torturously pleasurable.

"Don't what?" Idra said, looking over his member, teasing him here and there while she watched the thick hair around it fall away, rosy scales covering up over the skin and his thighs.

"Don't stop," he pleaded in a tone that reminded him of women he had bedded before minus the hiss, his thighs coming to rub together with his cock between as they thickened tenderly. "I-I--"

"You what?' Idra asked.

"I...I..." The changing man tried to say more, but it was so terribly difficult to concentrate. He growled and looked down at the dragoness, wishing she would do it, do something, the legionnaire uncaring as his rose colored, smoothly scaled face began to press out into a draconic snout. He opened his mouth as it stretched and stretched, teeth within sharpening into smaller, finer incisors and forking tongue lengthening and thinning. He forced his eyes shut and focused only on that throbbing need even as his jaws tightened and set into place while a single white pointed horn pushed out at the tip of his snout and two fluttering fins grew out on either side of his head where his ears had once been.

"Please..." he begged, opening his now violet eyes, slitted like a reptile. He looked down at the dragoness, taking no heed of the snout in the fringe of his vision. Idra smiled and opened her own snout and then went in, taking his cock in her muzzle.

"Oh, oh!" Evrol moaned, sound much less of a man than before. Without thinking, he thrust his hips forward again and again towards the dragon's maw, his tight, scaled rear filling out in the meanwhile. He felt himself inside her and while it was not her below, he couldn't have imagined how it could've been better. Though his thrusts lacked rhythm and control, she worked him like a lover, moving up and down his length in time, her questing, flexible tongue making it all the better. Evrol shut his eyes again, solely focusing on the feeling, glad that he was coming closer and closer to what would be release. He hardly cared that with each bounce, his chest began to bounce a bit too, sensitively scaled fatty flesh forming under his uncovered nipples into swiftly swelling breasts. Evrol took hold of them and massaged the sensitive scales and puffy nipples, feeling the pleasure only helping Idra's efforts below. Quickly they ballooned from swollen irritations to full perky globes that Evrol could just cup. Not questioning the source of the pleasure, he panted as he pinched at her stiff nipples, squirmed as Idra delivered her due, and then his member stiffened. He came with a hiss and shriek.

Between his legs, Idra sputtered and swallowed what came rushing out even as she pulled her maw from Evrol's crotch. Evrol shivered and lay back. He did not relax for long, his hazy mind still bothered by a throbbing below. He sat up, eyes flitting passed his mostly female form and to the member that lay between his thick, scaled thighs, a cock that was still hard and ready. He hissed in disappointment while Idra licked away the last bits of his cum off her snout.

"My, you were messy. Maybe the flesh was stronger," she murmured, looking down at Evrol's still dribbling cock. She glanced up to the near dragon. "Don't worry, it will all be better soon. This is what you want, right?" She ran her hands up Evrol's thighs, causing him to shiver. "You have the smooth scales, some nice hips..." She nodded towards his breasts. "Pretty perky tits...how does it feel?"

"It's...it's..." Evrol shivered and felt his bust shiver and bounce with him. She reached up and felt them and their real weight. "It's...it's..."

"Go on," Idra said. "Say it. It's ok."

"It's wonderful," Evrol said. "But..."

"But what?"

Evrol went through his mind for what to say. He knew there was something off, something-

"It's missing," he said. "Something is missing. I...I just don't know what."

"Oh," Idra said with a grin. "I'll show you."

Idra leaned forward and wrapped her tongue around Evrol's throbbing member once more. He shivered and looked down past his snout and breasts and watched as the dragoness licked and his member shrank, slowly, ever so slowly. Evrol blinked and Idra looked him right in the eyes.

"Oh yes," she purred, smoke pouring out of her snout and Evrol taking it all in just as greedily as he had the prior pleasuring. "That was just part one. Ready for two?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Evrol nodded. Idra grinned and kept on licking, cleaning away the cum and what dribbled out of the cock's tip as it shrank and shrank. At first, Evrol was impassive as he watched it wither away, but as it and his testicles dwindled he couldn't help feel some joy. He wasn't sure why, but it had something to do with depths.

"More," he begged.

Idra rolled her eyes but didn't stop.

"My, you're a needy one, aren't you?"

Evrol nodded, his fins flushing a deeper pink. He was needy, it was true. It's why he was here in the first place, right? He had needed something and now the dragoness was giving it to him, slowly but surely. He couldn't wait to have it.

Distraction came, however, when Evrol felt something pulling out just as his member pulled further in. He looked over his shoulder at his plump, shapely rear and saw something had started to pull out just above it, a scaled, spade tipped shape with a vaguely serpentine suggestion. He watched and felt it grow out and out, wincing and moaning while his manhood moved further in and in. His eyes widened as he felt his new tail move, and it took him a second to realize it was he who had caused it to twitch.

"Oh," Idra said, stopping her ministrations for a moment. "Is that your tail? Let's give it a little something."

Then the dragoness was back to not only licking, but audibly slurping as a scaled slit brighter in coloration than the rest of his rosy form opened up to swallow what little remained of his masculinity. The new dragon moaned and arched his back, still staring at his tail as its spade tip reconfigured into a shape that more resembled a heart. His attention was brought else, however, as Idra entered her, the dragoness's snout pressing pleasurably against a throbbing, puffy slit that felt so wet and right.

Evrol whimpered as she saw what remained of her manhood shrink further still into a small nub that took its place at the top of her freshly formed feminine slit, a pleasurable spot that Idra nudged up against as her tongue delved deep into Evrol's inner passage. The new dragoness hissed as she felt her inner walls clamp down on Idra's seeking tongue, but its thin, lithe shape would not be confined so easily by Evrol's wanton walls. It went in deeper and deeper, seeming to follow its formation, just stopping shy of Evrol's expanding womb and the testicles turned ovaries that moved to take their place deeper still.

Evrol in the meanwhile panted and hissed, tail lashing against the bed as her claws gripped and clawed at its linens. She shuddered and smelled something sweet as she felt heat travel up her passage She moaned and then coughed, some smoke of her own leaving her snout as her diminutive clit was touched time and time again and Idra's tongue lashed around inside. She huffed, her eyes rolling nearly to the back of her head as she was brought closer and closer to a climax that surely would outdo the last. In the throes of her carnal pleasure, her hands sought her breasts and squeezed, moaning more as they swelled out even larger than before as heat built up in her throat. Finally, she came with a cry and a flash of fire from her snout, her needy slit throbbing and pulsing and sending such pleasure to the dragoness that she fell back against the bed.

There the new dragoness lay, panting and shivering against the bed. Idra withdrew in a meandering way, the exit of her tongue only causing more pleasure to the overindulged dragoness.

"My, you are messy..." Idra muttered, licking her maw clean. "Maybe that was just once..."

Evrol didn't respond or do much of anything other than enjoy the afterglow for a few minutes. Even after most of the pleasure had faded away, her muddled mind tried to piece together what had just happened, but there was only pleasure in recent memory, nothing more. When she tried to delve deeper back, she found nothing she quite cared for. It was all so rough, memories of having to do what she didn't want to because of something else she blamed. Dragons? That couldn't be right.

She sat up and felt her breasts jiggle. She looked down at them, glad to have their weight just as much as she adored the smoothness of her scales, the girth of her hips, and the depths of her scaled sex, which at the moment felt pretty sore and well used. She was so pretty, so perfect, so attractive. She smiled a toothy smile and two trails of sweet smelling smoke drifted out of her nostrils, making her feel even more at peace. The dragoness sighed, leaning slowly side to side and enjoying the feel of her plump rear on the bed as her tail swished gently behind her.

"I don't think I asked, but what's your name?"

Evrol turned and found herself looking up at Idra. She felt something rush up at the sight of the other dragoness. At first she thought it was anger, but it was something much more intense, something she knew as...

Love. Yes. That was it. She would never feel lonely with Idra around.

"My name?" Evrol said, looking into the dragoness's eyes, so deeply blue she thought she could see herself in them. "Oh, it's, umm...Evrol."

"Hmph," Idra grunted with a shrug. "We can make that work." She nodded to herself. "Yes, we can. So Evrol, what are you?"

Evrol tilted her head at the question. Unsure where else to look, she looked down at herself.

"I'm a dragoness," she said, then giggled with more smoke pouring out of her nostrils. "Duh."

"I see," Idra said with a smile. "And are you attractive?"

"Of course!" Evrol said, propping up her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. She hissed and shuddered.

"No need to show off," Idra muttered. "Alright. So Evrol, what do you do?"

Evrol blinked. She narrowed her eyes and then closed them as she tried to think really hard. There was something about work in there, but it seemed so...masculine and uncomfortable. That couldn't be it, but she did find something, something about merriment and company, joy at every hour and every day. When she thought of what that entailed, her scales blushed an even deeper pink than they usually were.

"I'm...I'm on duty?" Evrol squeaked. "For..." she looked over the dragoness. "You?"

Idra laughed. "Yes. Yes, you are and for others when they desire. Good, good. This turned out well, wouldn't you agree?"

Evrol couldn't help but nod, especially when she caught sight of the glimmer in Idra's eyes. She smiled at the other dragoness and saw that glimmer spark into a lusty light.

"Wonderful," Idra said. "Just wonderful. And since you're on duty...well, wouldn't you say it's your turn, Evrol? I was oh-so generous..."

Evrol hissed, ready to do her dues. After all, she was never off duty.