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Hookah Dragon Dream

It seems too real to be a dream and yet far too fantastic to be real. The plush red and black carpeting stretches on as far as you can see, dotted by tables that are a few feet too tall for you to see the tops of. It feels like being a kid in a casino, the air hazy with blue smoke and filled with the occasional bursts of unexplained cheering or laughter that breakthrough the background murmur. You can't see the ceiling above you, but lights hang down from the darkness, making islands of light where huge people have gathered around the looming polished wooden tables.

Perhaps 'people' isn't the right word. You see talon's like a chicken might have grasping at the thick weave of the carpet and a saurian tail swishing back and forth. A wide-set creature with thick wrinkled grey skin pushes at something with a long writhing trunk. You're not tall enough to see, but it clicks and clatters like a row of dominos falling on a marble floor as all of the giants lean in with muted oohs and ahhs. A strange puffing hiss causes you to turn though, as you see a strange beast lumbering between the tables.

It looks like a cross between a dragon, a steam engine, and a water pipe. Its car-sized brass body is formed around a large hollow glass sphere that's half filled with a clear liquid. The tip of its long brass plated tail is held erect behind it, the end containing a burning bowl of strange herbs and a rounded lip fanning out around it, like the top of a hookah. You watch as the creature leans its horned head up on its long black neck, pressing its brass dragon-like head forward into a deep kiss with a huge sphynx-like patron. Her considerable chest rises as she inhales, and you can see smoke bubbling through the hookah dragon's round belly before the cross of giant woman and lion pulls back and breathes out a plume of thick smoke. The tendrils of the smoke weave through the air as if they were ribbons borne aloft on a windy day. Your eyes follow one up until its too faint to see, blending into the opaque darkness above you.

"Oh my . . . How did you end up here?" His sweet melodious voice brings your attention back to the floor, looking up into the brass eyes of the hookah creature as it walks towards you on its four short legs, dainty steps making the water inside of its round belly slosh gently. "You certainly don't seem dressed for the occasion."

The copper lips on its pointed muzzle curl up at the edges as heat radiates from your cheeks. You hadn't realized that you were naked.

"But what can we do to help you fit in, hmmm?" The creature leans its head down level with you before smiling mischievously and blowing a thick curling stream of smoke into your face. You wheeze at first, waving an arm in front of yourself, but the potent scent creeps into your lungs regardless. It's a rounded cardamom and anise flavor that makes your throat tingle. The noises in the massive room seem to pull away as you blink your watery eyes, a confused happy grin spreading on your face as you stare up at the creature's lovingly sculpted brass muzze and long black neck. It almost looks like woven fabric draped over some kind of thick rubber hose.

"I think I could help you fit in. Would you like that?" The dragon's head sways gently from the left to the right, your sleepy eyes following the shiny metal automatically.

You nod slowly, feeling like you're starting to drift away like the oddly cohesive smoke in the air around you.

"Not much for talking, are you? That's fine." He grins, bringing his muzzle inches from your face. "There's other things you can do with your mouth . . ."

Your heart rises in your chest as he leans in and presses his warm metal lips against your mouth before blowing out an intense rush of billowing smoke. Your eyes go wide and then half-lidded as the pleasantly cooled smoke drifts out your nose, your insides quivering with pleasure, lungs expanding until comfortably taut, a new pleasure starting to simmer in your chest.

You're completely unprepared for his huge black tongue sliding into your open lips. The warm slick rubbery length fills your mouth, pressing forwards and swabbing at the back of your throat. You gag at first, but the desire to do so passes, drifting away like smoke on the wind.

Hot pleasure flushes through your face as he puffs out wisps of smoke from the corners of his metallic mouth. Your own tongue is dwarfed in comparison to his, pressed flat against the bottom of your mouth. But it gets easier and easier to just let his tongue pump into your maw with insistent slippery efficiency, the feelings from your tongue, teeth, and lips all seeming to fade together as a tingling metallic flavor overflows into your senses.

When he pulls back, smoke pours forth from your face. You don't have to open your lips. Instead of your mouth, there is a wide-open silver hole under your nose, perfectly rounded. You reach up to touch it, feeling the hard metal spreading out under your fingers, stretching forwards and creeping into your vision. It's hard to think, the understandable panic in your mind muddled by a thick blanket of tingling delicious smoke. This doesn't seem right . . . but it doesn't hurt, and the smoke is making you feel better and better.

"You like the smoke, don't you?" The dragon smiles coyly down at you "Wouldn't it be nice to be like me? Everyone loves a good smoke . . ."

Your body sways as you nod groggily. He is rather beautiful, like an art deco sculpture come to life right before your eyes.

"Good, good. I've got just the thing." He pauses and reaches up onto one of the ever-present tables, pulling down a gleaming silver 'L' shaped pipe with a cup and saucer at the end that looks a lot like his tail. You watch as he swings his burning tail around and pinches at the tip, dainty metal fingers unaffected by the heat. He stuffs the embery load of snuff into the bowl at one end of the pipe, smiling beatifically. His other hand reaches down for your now-metallic chin, lifting your head and then slotting the metal tube into your mouth-hole where it lodges in with a solid click. The fit is tight and perfect, and you can feel it like it was your skin, pleasant heat from the burning snuff flushing into your face as the metal continues to spread. Your eyes are absentmindedly fixed on the smoking bowl that's now permanently in front of them, watching the molten orange embers glow as you inhale.

"There you go, take a nice deep breath." The hookah-beast croons, finger still scratching under your chin as it stretches out into a draconic muzzle like his own. You can't help it, there's no other way to get air. It's a superheated rush of hazy spice that swirls around inside of you. It percolates inside of your lungs, spectral wisps spinning around your insides. You can almost feel it slipping up into your brain as the silver flows up over your face, giving you the pristine glistening countenance of something that wouldn't look out of place on the hood of a fancy car.

"Yes, that's exactly what I knew you'd do. But why stop at one?" he murmurs in his irresistibly breathy voice. It's so hard to breathe out though, the pipe feeling like its simply not designed for exhalation. Although your lungs are already stretched tight, you can't help but try to take another breath, your eyes widening as you feel your insides creak. Your chest expands, insides pushed aside to make room for more of that delicious addictive smoke. "There you are. There's _always_room for more if you want it enough." His praise seeps over your muzzy brain like chocolate poured over a sponge cake, sinking into the crevasses of your thoughts and making you feel comfortable, needed, and incredibly horny. You lazily take another breath, your ribs creaking and bulging out. Looking down, you swear you can almost see the smoke swirling just under your taut skin.

Staggering from one side to the other, you're finding it harder and harder to stand in one place. "There there." He reaches in and lets you brace yourself against one of his arms, steading yourself as the world continues to spin around you. "Wouldn't _this_be easier?" He asks as he gently lowers his arm until It's on the floor, letting your hands slide off and brace against the thick fibers of the carpet.

He's right. Of course it's easier to be down on all fours. You don't know why you didn't think of it earlier. Your spine creaks as the silver begins to pour down it in a glittering sterling band while seeping down your limbs. You take another breath, lower chest creaking out almost like some kind of hefty bust at this point, though one perfectly smooth and rounded mass. Your thick translucent skin shows the smoke twisting around your simplified insides.

He reaches out and touches your chest, tracing a brass finger over the pliant bulge. You shudder, but only a faint wisp of smoke rises from the chimney lodged in your stuffed mouth-hole. "Oh my, you're burning up, all that sweltering smoke swirling around inside you. You're nothing but a crude pipe at the moment . . . and that won't do, will it?" He circles you as he speaks, smoke drifting from his lips with every hypnotizing word. "Wouldn't you like to be more?" The word echoes around inside your head, twisting just like a wisp of smoke. You nod, taking another tight tendon crackling breath that makes your vision spark with the pleasure as the burning herbs flare in front of your eyes.

"Let's give you something to cool you down then . . ." his voice is honey-sweet as he leans in behind you and opens his jaws, blowing out a steamy breath against your bared ass. Your back arches and creaks, eyes widening as his oily back tongue slides against your rump before wriggling inside of you, your ass twinging with heat as its spread wide. Your insides squeeze in ways you didn't think possible as your ass clenches and smooths out, black rubber seeping into your skin as you wrench helplessly down against him.

He pulls back, licking his lips, reaching down with a finger and rubbing it against your altered anus: tight rubber hole clenched together like some sort of rubber gasket. "Now that you're ready . . ." He croons before he slides his odd mechanical body on top of you, huge clear glass orb resting between your shoulders. "Let's get you filled up." As he grinds himself against your body, a circular shutter opens just under the base of his tail, and a writhing phallic protrusion thrums and throbs out. It's a glistening dwindling cylinder, the head ending in a simple rounded point. In a few rocks, you groan in a great heave of smoke as he grinds forwards and penetrates you, rubbery cock slipping into your tight ebon hole like they were interlocking pieces of a puzzle.

Your ass spasms down at the slippery length plowing further and further inside of you with almost frictionless thrusts. Suddenly, something inside of you clamps down and locks him in place with a surge of pleasure that resonates through your body, hands clenched against the carpet as the silver slowly seeps down your shoulders and thighs, segmenting into gleaming plates. The metal and glass beast on top of you moans out a great huff of smoke as his cock bucks and then he begins to pump something inside of you. Your head lolls to the side, vision blurring from the pleasure as a crystal clear icy cold liquid starts splashing and pooling inside of you. As you inhale from surprise, you can feel the smoke bubble through it.

A metallic groan escapes your face as you look behind you, neck creaking out longer with glistening interconnected plates of silver. You can see your stomach bulging out, straining larger and rounder with each jet of cool liquid inside of you. Your skin becomes translucent as it's stretched, allowing you to see the icy substance pumped inside of you slosh around and bubble as you take another straining breath. Your cock is jerking, impossible pleasure radiating out through your changed body as the silver creaks out over your arms and legs, your fingers tugging out into blunt talons that dig into the back and red carpet.

"Ohhhh, yesss." He lets out a smoky hiss of pleasure as he jolts a few last few quarts inside of you. "That's much nicer." He pats the side of your rounded bulge, metal fingers tinking off of the now thick solid clear glass. You can feel it, the hard crystal more sensitive than your human flesh ever had been. "All that space for you to cool down that luscious smoke." There's a wrenching click from inside you before he pulls back. His slick synthetic cock slides out of your simple rubber ring which clenches longingly behind it: a bared socket ready for use.

"You're starting to really enjoy this now, I see." He croons, wisps leaking from the edge of his smile as he lowers his head behind you, delicate metal fingers brushing along the side of your cock, making you shiver as the smoke and water slosh around inside your rounded middle. "Wouldn't you like to share the feeling with others? The idea puffs up into your mind, making you writhe with new found need. Your rear legs stretch and pull, driving you up onto the balls of your feet as your toes curl into silvered claws with black rubber showing between the joints.

"We just need to make a few adjustments . . ." He leans down and you can feel the heat against your member as the mind-consuming smoke drifts from his lips. He snakes his head in and takes your shaft into his mouth. A creaking groan comes from deep inside you as his slippery black tongue encircles your member, contracting around it in enticing waves. Your cock arches and pulls, squirming against his tongue as you can feel it swell in his maw. The base bulges, blackness creeping up as the feelings from the head of your penis intensify, sending out lances of pleasure through your increasingly synthetic body.

His grumble reverberates through your whole creaking form as he pulls back, your cock now a shining silver head on a matte black shaft that gets wider and wider towards the base. He reaches in and pinches his fingers around the bottom of your new member, squeezing the rubbery tube. "This is the right idea. We just need a better connection . . ." With that, he turns his metallic fingers and you feel a click. A tingle shoots through your silver spine as he unscrews your cock from your body, tugging for a moment before a large black knot of flesh slides out of you with a squelch, leaving only a plain metal socket between your legs. "There there, don't worry." He croons, rolling your maleness between his fingers. You can still feel it, pleasure seeping through you, causing you to shift your weight between your swelling silver legs. "Your just so adorably needy . . . But I'm sure you want something more to help you share your gift with the world . . ."

He raises up your cock and places the black rubber plug against your smooth bared asshole before grinding it back against you. "So very tight . . ." He presses in harder and harder. With a squelch, it slams inside of you and your rubber ring clamps down, locking it in place. "Getting closer, but not quite there." Pleasure surges through you as he strokes the dark flesh of your reconnected member. It pulses and starts to swell, getting longer and thicker base getting wider as he pulls the silver phallic tip further and further away from your body. Just the clicking contact of his brass fingers against your metallic tip makes you shake and writhe, vision blurring as you take a strained halting breath. There's just too much pressure inside of you, and you need release, you crave it more than anything.

As you squirm, he raises your forming tube-like tail to his face, nuzzling against it and smiling as you let out a grinding squeal of need. "Of course you could share your pleasure with one person. . . but you wouldn't stand for that, would you?" He licks his oily ebony tongue over the silver tip of your tail. You quake as he opens his mouth and sucks on it lewdly, seeming to savor your taste. The intense suction feels like its making your tail bulge and flatten, becoming wider, intensity of the sensations doubling and then multiplying exponentially. He presses his rubbery tongue against what was once the tip of your cock, and slowly sinks through the silver, dividing it in two.

You can't help it, metal hips bucking of their own accord. He grabs the middle of your tail and pulls, letting the two newly formed ends slide out of his maw. The silver tips of your tail are still somewhat phallic, but now look like molded ornate mouthpieces. You shudder as you lash your new tail and they both clink together, sending a spark of bliss all the way from your tail to your foggy brain. The cool liquid inside of you is swirling and sloshing, the pressure of your delicious smoke rocketing up as he grabs the two pointed silver tips and pulls them away from each other, extending the rend in your tail to about half way down its sensitive rubbery length.

"What a good little hookah you make." He rubs his pointed brass thumbs against the undersides of your mouthpieces, making your body strain and heave with desire. "Are you ready to share some of those feelings, hmmm?" He takes both pipes and raises them to his lips. Your eyes widen as you feel him inhale, pulling something deep inside of you. In a hot burbling rush, some newly formed valve opens up, and smoke flashes up through your hollow tail.

It's like an orgasm that shudders through your entire body. The bowl in front of your face glows as you inhale, rich saffron and cardamom heat swirling down your neck. It bubbles through the chill liquid in your rounded belly, gaining a clarified crispness before flooding out into the dragon's mouth in two twin white jets of cool overpowering smoke. You can see your fumes mixing with his own in his globe-like belly before he lets your hazy entwined essence slide out of his mouth in a great satisfied plume.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He pats the base of your tail coyly. You bubble and seethe happly in reply, refilling your clear glass belly. "Everyone will love you." He simpers as he leads you to one of the tall tables.

There's two looming figures, a blue and white gryphon in a pinstriped suit, and a Jackal headed woman in a cocktail dress. From what you can tell, they seem to be playing cards, but each card is unique, a little picture that's detailed enough to get lost in. You don't have any time to be distracted though. The hookah dragon introduces you and then they both reach down casually, grabbing one of the mouthpieces from your split tail. You flush with excitement, the slightest contact with the sharp beak and thin lips setting you over the edge as they suck the smoke from you in great gurgling lungfuls.

A hazy pleasure covers your mind as you watch them grab each other and pull into a sudden kiss, breaking it only to take another greedy puff from you. This is exactly what you were meant for. Your smoke is pleasure. Your smoke is lust. Your only purpose is to bring that hazy bliss to anyone who desires it.

The brass dragon rubs his muzzle against your sealed mouth, grinning at you as all you can do is huff in more and more smoke as it's pulled through you. "I'll leave you to it then." He winks at you before waddling over to the next table to share a smoky kiss with a sasquatch in a fedora.

The endless casino night goes on. People come and go from the table. Some make intrigued comments and inquisitively rub their hands along your sensitive body as they take gentle puffs. Others distractedly reach back for quick violent pulls. All of them send you spiraling into the ether on an opaque cloud of ecstasy.

Your claws dig into the carpeting as you trundle towards a more populated table, moving through the islands of light until you spy something odd. There's a diminutive human woman there, looking from side to side as if she's lost. Your head perks up as you move towards her, knowing just the way to help her fit in . . .