FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sky was getting darker.

Lightning checked his watch, frowning. 4:06 PM. It was too early for that -- he could still see the sun well above the horizon, and there were no clouds to be seen. It almost seemed like the sun was just... dimmer, somehow, like he was wearing sunglasses that filtered out the light.

He checked, just to be sure. No sunglasses.

And the air was colder than it should have been. It was the middle of summer, yet there was a cool chill that the fox could feel, even through his fur. It made him shiver slightly, but he cocked his head in thought.

There had been rumours about the woods in this place. It was why he'd gone out in the first place -- there was supposed to be something here that was life-changing. Lightning grinned to himself, despite the cold; this had to be a sign that he was getting close! Sure, the signs were a little... ominous... to say the least, but still. It was exciting.

The fox cocked his head, one ear pricking up to listen. There was only a light breeze in the air. He could hear the faint rustle of leaves as branches swayed, the crackle of dead vegetation blowing across the dirt, the chirping of birds and insects as they went about their lives, oblivious to what was about to happen.

Then he heard a voice -- right on the edge of his hearing, a subtle whisper that seemed to resonate within his mind. Lightning shook his head, at first, not certain he'd heard correctly, but the voice persisted. There was something about it that was almost seductive, playful.

"Hello?" Lightning tried, peering around the woods. He didn't see anything.

Come here, little fox. I promise I'll make it worth your while. There was a promise in those words, a hint of lust, and the fox felt a flush climbing up his neck in protest. He ducked his head shyly, even though there was no one to see him.

"Damn it all, I'm going to be seduced by a voice in the middle of nowhere," the fox muttered to himself, and he thought he heard the voice chuckle, though it might have been his imagination. He found his legs moving without him really commanding them to, and he let them, curious to see where this would lead. He still had his electricity to protect him, if it came down to it.

Lightning came to a clearing not too far from where he'd started. The light was darker than ever -- it looked almost like night, even though his watch still clearly read 4:15 PM. All indications were that this was a dark, ominous force that he should definitely avoid, probably.

Instead, the fox walked to the center of the clearing. His interest had been piqued, dammit, and he'd have to see this through or he'd end up wondering about this for the rest of his life. Besides, he wasn't really worried; the voice hadn't seemed malicious. "Hello?"

"Down here," came the reply, and Lightning blinked down between his feet. There was a glint of something, a shimmer of light that was immediately suffocated by the strange, ever-present darkness. It was too late: Lightning had already seen it, and he reached down to pick up what looked like a small, handheld mirror.

Almost immediately, the darkness fled. It was day again, the sun a little low in the horizon, but bright enough for the fox to see. Lightning stared at the mirror in his hands; his surroundings were reflected just fine, but in place of him, there was...

A dragon, it looked like. Lightning couldn't be certain; he'd never seen a dragon before. They were by and large thought to be a myth, a product of the lizardfolk's legendary tales of their ascended. Whatever he was, Lightning's first thought was that the creature was stunningly handsome.

He promptly blushed, and was glad his fur hid the worst of it.

"God, finally," the dragon in the mirror groaned. "I was getting sick of all the darkness. Ancient spells are never specific about the consequences."

Lightning blinked. "Ancient spells?"

The dragon waved a hand dismissively. "Spell for immortality, don't worry about it. We're more interested in you right now." The dragon grinned at him -- no, smirked was the more appropriate word, sinuous tongue flicking out of his maw as he licked his lips.

"Uh -- we are?" Lightning was eminently distracted by the dragon's tongue. It was a very long tongue. He was pretty sure it could've reached the dragon's chest, if he'd wanted it to. Or maybe that was an illusion he was making the mirror portray?

"We are." There was a predatory glint in the dragon's eyes, playful and yet somehow hungry. "But introductions first, my dear fox. My name is Teryx, a water dragon from... Well, it doesn't matter when I'm from. And you are?"

"I'm Lightning. A fox from... now?" He copied the way Teryx had introduced himself, but found himself momentarily confused by how the dragon had specified when. How long had he been in the mirror, exactly? He didn't seem worse off from it, however long it'd been.

"Lightning," Teryx repeated, as if tasting the word -- and then he grinned at the fox. "Well, then, I'll see you soon, Lightning."

True names were a powerful thing.

There was a sudden, tremendous shock in Lightning's paw. It travelled up his arm and then dispersed through his body, making him release the mirror with a pained yelp. By the time he'd shaken the tingling out of his paw, the mirror lay shattered on the ground. "Oh, shit. Teryx? Are you okay?"

There was no response. The mirror was dead, it seemed, and the shards of glass were as normal as could be. The fox grimaced; either he'd accidentally killed someone, or he'd hallucinated the whole thing. He really, really hoped it was the latter.

Of course, as he would later realize, it was neither.

---

Lightning was still worried when he arrived back in his home, though it was little more than a cabin in a more isolated part of town. The fox set his belongings aside, stripped off his clothes, and then flopped back onto his bed with a sigh. It had been a long day, and he still had no idea what had happened with Teryx.

Then there was the way his body kept tingling, like he was experiencing aftershocks from whatever had happened with the mirror. He was_sure_ there wasn't any actual electricity involved -- that would have fallen under the domain of his powers, and he would have known how to deal with it. Which meant it was just his imagination, probably. And shock.

Lightning grumbled. Whatever it was, the sensation was uncomfortable and made it difficult for him to sleep. Every time he fell into that realm of almost-slumber, he'd feel that tingle in his body again, starting from his arm and quickly spreading through his limbs. Then he'd jerk back awake, like a hypnagogic jerk without the sensation of falling. He just wanted to nap and forget about the day for a minute, but that was too much to ask, it seemed. He glared balefully at his chest for a moment.

Actually, was it just him, or was his chest a little thicker? Lightning flexed once, experimentally, watching his pectorals. It was very, very slight, so slight he might have attributed it to fur growth if his body hadn't been acting up... though his fur seemed to be shorter than it should have been.

It's kinda hot, the fox thought absently, then promptly buried his face in his pillow. Oh god, just go to sleep before you start jerking off again.

Darkness crowded his vision, and the fox mumbled a sigh of relief. Finally. He didn't notice that the onset was too sudden and unnatural to be true sleep -- Lightning just wanted to rest. It had been a long enough day; maybe he'd have the time later to actually jerk off...

_"Hey." Lightning jumped with surprise at the sudden sound. He was alone, wasn't he? Except... he'd been trying to sleep, and now he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. Sitting in one of his sofas, legs crossed and smirking up at him, was Teryx. The dragon beckoned him over with a finger. "Missed me?"

"Teryx?" Lightning asked, just to confirm, and the rain dragon nodded. He took a few steps forward, looking around at the dreamlike facsimile of his house. "What is this? Am I dreaming?"

"Yes and no," Teryx told him, a response that made Lightning give him a deadpan, half-hearted glare. The dragon laughed, waving it off. "It's a dream in that it's generated by your brain, and your consciousness is currently asleep. It's not a dream in that I'm very, very real."

The dragon's eyes gleamed as he spoke, and Lightning felt an unnatural chill over his body. He shivered, and realized suddenly that both he and Teryx were naked. Just like a dream, the realization avoided his conscious mind until he was suddenly aware, and he blushed abruptly. His paws twitched, moving uselessly to cover himself._

"Come," Teryx said, and Lightning blinked at him questioningly. "Sit."

The dragon gestured to his lap, and Lightning buried his face in his paws. Nope. This was not happening. He felt his body moving anyway, against his will, and he dug his feet into the floor; this was not_happening. He was not being asked by the spirit of a dragon to sit in his lap --_

And then suddenly he was_, with something warm and hard pressing just below his tail, his own cock stirring out of its sheath. Damn it._

There was a momentary, waking impression, like a dream within a dream. Lightning saw himself far more confident than he usually was, laughing at some joke he hadn't heard. Beside him was a handsome lizard whose dress shirt had been unbuttoned; Lightning was running his fingers down the lizard's stomach, whispering something playfully. He felt the lizard's hand reach between his legs, groping him.

And then he was back, and it was the dragon that was groping him, the dragon grabbing his balls playfully and making Lightning hiss out in a pleased sort of annoyance. He wasn't approving, per se, had never agreed to this, but the dreamlike quality of his surroundings made everything seem more... acceptable, somehow. His mind was more malleable, as dreaming minds were wont to be. Teryx's tongue teased against Lightning's neck, and the fox squirmed, not quite resisting.

"What are you doing?" Lightning asked, trying his best to keep from panting.

"Merely... having a little fun," Teryx answered, leaning down to nip at the fox's shoulder; his back arched, and he again felt the dragon's hardness pressing against his rear. Lightning was still blushing, only tangentially aware of what his body was actually doing.

There was that lizard again, pinned beneath him in a bed that didn't look quite like his own. The sheets were too thick by far, the warmth and humidity in the air nothing like the carefully-controlled coolness of his own home. The lizard was groaning beneath him, writhing into the sheets, and there was faint electricity crackling between Lightning's paws. That electricity teased at the lizard's throbbing erection, making him jerk and whine with every jolt; precum oozed into a puddle on the lizard's stomach.

"Do you want more?" Lightning asked. He didn't wait for an answer -- instead, he grabbed the lizard's along its length, sending a slightly stronger charge of electricity through it and making the poor man groan. The fox positioned himself at the lizard's hole, feeling it throb against his cock. Then there was a hot, warm pressure around his cock.

Teryx's tongue, somehow long enough to trail down his chest and wrap around his length, the tip teasing the canine knot gently. Lightning shivered and whined, the not-dream quickly fading from his thoughts; there was only the soft, slithering pleasure that slid skillfully around his shaft. The thought occurred to him that something about this situation was off, that he should be doing something about this, but the thought was quickly swept away.

Teryx ground against him, hard dragon cock against softer furry ass, and there was a moment where Lightning wondered if the dragon was just going to take him then and there. Yet the dragon made no move to satisfy his own pleasure. He simply teased the fox, drowning his mind in a cacophony of pleasure.

"Silly fox," Teryx said against his ear, at one point, as his own seed splattered against his fur. He whined as he came, hips jerking up against the air uselessly; the dragon's tongue was wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing around the knot, and that was enough to send Lightning into a spiral of climax. "You do love being controlled, don't you?"

Lightning didn't know how to answer his question. It didn't matter. There was that warm glow of satisfaction, a strange smugness that didn't quite feel like his own -- and then he fell into a true, dreamless sleep.

The first thing Lightning noticed when he woke, of course, was the fact that his body was sore. He was tired, despite the fact that he'd had -- according to his clock -- a whopping ten hours of sleep. It had to be all the time he'd spent wandering around the forest the previous day, though that didn't quite explain the ache in his arms or his cock...

The second thing he noticed was that he was covered in his own seed. The fox groaned, throwing off the sheets to grab a shower; it had been a long time since he'd had a wet dream of any sort. Still, thinking back to the previous night, he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch. Messy consequences or not, that had been a good dream.

Lightning leaned back against the shower wall, feeling his cock thicken and stiffen in his paws as he went through the details. What a strong, handsome dragon, he thought, idly stroking along his length. He shivered, remembering the forcefulness of Teryx's hold on his body, the feeling of that tongue along his cock. He failed to notice the slight nudge in his mind, the way the lust he felt wasn't quite natural. Almost makes me wish I was him.

He considered the thought for a moment: Strong, powerful, able and willing to get whatever he wanted. Lightning moaned softly, and he let a small jolt of electricity jump to his knot. It sent a flare of pleasure through his cock and he groaned louder, not knowing or caring where the idea had come from. That had felt -- that had felt good.

He stroked more vigorously, lustfully, picturing all the things he'd do if he were Teryx. He could go out and get any man he wanted, could make them submit to his will. No, they'd want to submit to him; they could want for nothing else, under the strength and virility that would be his presence.

Lightning let out an uncharacteristic growl as he stroked harder and faster, his paw moving quickly along his length. He braced himself against the shower wall with one hand, and the other grasped tight around his cock, stroking until his mind was filled with nothing but the pleasure of his impending climax --

And then he came, powerful spurts of seed that seemed thicker and longer than any he'd had before, splattering against the wall and oozing down onto the tiles. It went on for what felt like minutes, white-hot pleasure striking between the strokes of his paw, between the bursts of his cum. Lightning groaned softly as he came down from the rush of orgasm, feeling slightly dizzy from the sheer euphoria of his release.

That was... more than he usually came. A lot more than he usually came, in fact. The wall was dripping with his seed, and the fox was half-afraid it would clog the drain when he washed it down. Lightning stared at his load, turned on by the volume and worried about the implications all at once.

Something was happening to him. That something was related to the dragon he'd met yesterday. He wasn't sure if it was something he could do anything about, or if he wanted to do anything about it. Lightning glanced down at his paws, flexed them once, and watched his muscles bulge.

"I can just... wait this out, I think," Lightning muttered to himself. He was larger than he'd been before -- taller. His snout was a little sharper, which gave him a more intimidating look, he thought. He liked it. "See where this goes."

If there was a chuckle in the back of his mind at that, he pretended not to hear it.

That day was quiet. Despite the morning he'd had, things had, at least, been relatively normal; he headed into work and did his job, his tail swishing happily behind him as he did so. If there was something strange about him, no one at work seemed to notice. There were perhaps more people that flirted with him, and he found himself flirting back with an unusual confidence.

It was only at night when the full force of his situation struck him -- when he laid back down on the bed, and another vision claimed him.

Teryx.

_This time the rain dragon didn't give him a chance to speak at all. With a soft growl, he pinned the fox back against the couch, hands above his head. Their cocks pressed together, grinding hard, sending pleasure shooting up the fox's spine.

Lightning let the moan escape him before he could realize what was happening, his paws clutching at the fabric of the couch._ If I want whatever's happening to stop, I probably have to stop it here. _It was a dim realisation at best, lost quickly in the flurry of the pleasure that Teryx offered him. Lightning jerked his hips, humping back against the rain dragon eagerly. What did it really matter? This was a dream, just like everything else; a dream that felt better with every passing second...

The rain dragon grinned. He shifted, allowing both their shafts to slip between each other and slide against their stomachs, the slick precum acting as lube. Lightning arched his back and_ moaned in response; the sound was delicious, and Lightning was just so terribly sensitive to pleasure.

It made him all the easier to tempt, really. Made it easier to nudge his questions away into safer, darker places. He didn't need to ask questions -- simply enjoy the process.

There were more visions. They came in quicker, sporadic flashes, this time. Lightning saw himself pulling a nervous-looking tiger into a bathroom stall, deft fingers already working at his zip; he saw himself biting, leaving marks that were visible even through the tiger's fur. There was a soft mumble of protest, but not a real one; instead, the tiger practically melted into his arms, allowing Teryx to do anything he wanted to him.

No. Not Teryx. Him. Lightning. He was... that was his body, so it had to be him doing that, right? But he didn't remember leaving his house. He'd been...

...with Teryx. The vision faded again, this time even more quickly. Teryx was gaining control, could more easily mask his actions from his host. He distracted Lightning with deft fingers teasing the canine's knot, with clever licks of his tongue. There were glimpses he gave Lightning, of course, these ones deliberate -- to tease his subconscious into accepting who he would be.

Glimpses of himself fucking the tiger, shaking the stalls with the force of it. The tiger's moans were loud and slutty, no doubt audible even from outside the bathroom, and yet Lightning didn't care.

Glimpses of a security guard peering in, demanding that they stop. A rhinoceros, it seemed? But then Lightning smirked, gestured at the guard, and the guard... stopped. Grinned back, after a moment. Bent down, and gave his cock a subservient lick. The tiger joined him.

_"It's all about confidence," Teryx whispered to him, and Lightning groaned beneath the dragon. God, he was so close -- so close to cumming. He didn't know why he was being held on the edge for so long, didn't know why he couldn't cum. The dragon held him there on the edge, prolonging it so he could make use of Lightning's body for just that bit longer. "And clever use of electrical powers, I suppose."

Lightning didn't have time to ponder the meaning of that statement.

He came then, as Teryx finally pushed him over the edge. This time, the dragon came with him. Teryx growled, spurts of seed spilling over Lightning's fur, and while the fox bathed in the afterglow, Teryx used his seed to paint sigils on his body. He was too tired to stop him. It couldn't possibly be harmful, if it was just a dream._

...

The fox stirred from his sleep. Again, his body was sore. Again, he was covered in his own seed. This time he was still horny; he could feel practically feel the hormones still in his system, demanding that he get off. Lightning grumbled, glancing at the clock; he didn't have the time. Work in five minutes. He was already late.

His paws, however, didn't seem to want to obey him. One tweaked at the nipples hidden beneath his fur playfully, making him shudder, and the other began to grope at his balls. Lightning groaned. It felt good, but damn it, now wasn't the time --

-- except his hands didn't seem to be listening to him, and he couldn't stop himself.

Lightning knew he should have been worried. Horrified, really. His hands were moving on their own, touching him and teasing him, and he should have felt anything but the strange mixture of excitement and arousal that coursed through his system. Yet any doubt he had seemed to fade as soon as he could grasp them, and replaced instead with lust.

Arousal. Virility. He was strong, and he could do this whenever he wanted, however he wanted. His fingers danced along his shaft, sparks of electricity playing along its length, and began to masturbate in earnest.

Lightning came twice more that morning -- once in the shower, admiring the way his body had grown and the way his tail had changed. It was longer and more powerful, though a little less fluffy than before. The second time was when his manager had called and he'd picked up the phone while his fingers played with his shaft.

"Yes, sir, I know... I'm late." Lightning suppressed a soft moan as he gave himself a squeeze. Fuck, he shouldn't be doing this. He should at the very least be focusing on the call. He heard his manager talk at him, the burly bull sounding concerned, but that only boosted his libido. He stroked himself once, lifted the precum to his mouth to taste it. "Mmn... I'm sorry, sir. I... overslept. I'll be... right there."

He was panting slightly while he spoke. He didn't know if his manager had noticed, but he didn't care -- he came shortly after at the sheer taboo nature of what he'd done, and it excited him.

At work, he would play with himself under the counter. It didn't matter if it was with his tail or paw -- if he could get away with it, he did it. Sometimes it was his paws moving without his control, again, and sometimes it was because of his own eager arousal and inability to control himself. Lightning didn't know, and didn't particularly care.

He went to the bathroom four times to relieve that particular pressure, and by the last one had taken a special pleasure in stripping all of his clothes off and laying them carefully over the door of the stall, where he knew there was a chance they'd be seen. The idea of being caught thrilled him, or perhaps it thrilled Teryx.

It gave him a chance to watch as his muscles shifted beneath his skin. Each time he came, his anatomy became ever closer to that of a dragon's -- it was still mostly internal changes, barely visible unless he was naked and looking closely, but those changes still turned him on. They told him that he was becoming something different, something more powerful. Some whisper in the back of his mind encouraged him well past the point where Lightning knew he should have stopped to seek help.

So the day ended, and Lightning found himself back in his cabin, his cock straining hard against his pants. The first thing he did was tear them off, a soft huff of pleasure escaping his muzzle as he squeezed around his knot --

And then he froze. Try as he might, his body wouldn't move. Lightning struggled against the effect, half-panicking and half-desperate; he needed to finish getting off, but his body refused to obey.

When his body did move, it wasn't to his will. Lightning watched, frozen in his body, as he carefully examined the back of his paws. "Not bad," he felt himself mutter, patting his arm and squeezing his bicep. "I suppose that's about what I can expect without direct intervention from a second-order spell."

Teryx?

"Hm? Oh, yes." Lightning's body grinned, his muzzle stretching unnaturally into the sharp smirk the dragon usually wore. "Takes a little time for a possession to take full effect, especially one as involved as this one. Don't worry, it won't matter soon."

What -- give me my body back! Possession? He should've seen the signs. Lightning cursed, straining for control over his body, until with an abrupt _shift_he was suddenly back in control. He stumbled, only barely catching himself on the coffee table; the changeover had been sudden and abrupt. "Fuck--!"

Teryx had mentioned a spell, hadn't he? Hospitals could deal with spells that had gone awry; they had an entire division for that. Lightning didn't know if they could deal with ancient magic cast by dragons, but it was his best shot. He lunged for the phone --

-- and a wave of lust paralyzed him. He groaned, suddenly hesitant, indecisive; the lust he'd forgotten in his horror was back in full force. Even before it was strong enough to strip away his inhibitions. Now... now he could barely focus on anything but the need, the desire to wrap his hands around his cock and stroke until he came. Lightning took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to control himself, but his mind flashed back to the times he'd lost control.

The time he'd been at work, quietly rubbing himself beneath the counter. In the bathroom stall, naked, stroking himself off and whining without a care as to who would hear him. On the phone with his boss. Before he realized it, he was stroking himself off again, desperately, this time to his own lack of control. The idea of being so horny that the consequences didn't matter.

Ah. The spell doesn't complete until both participants are willing. Hm._Teryx's voice echoed in his mind, with a faint undertone of arrogance. The dragon already knew all of this -- he was just spelling it out for Lightning, telling him what he was going to do. _Well, that won't be too difficult. I've seen your desires, fox. I know what you want to be.

A brief impression of glowing, draconic eyes, peering into him.

What you're going to be, if you let me have you.

There was a surge of energy, and Lightning felt his spine pop as his body suddenly grew again, a whole foot taller than he was before. He groaned, staggering and steadying himself on the couch, one hand still stroking himself, precum spilling into his fur.

His changing fur.

It began with the color, sunny yellow into ocean blue -- but as the new colors spread across his body, the individual strands of fur began to change. Thin lines of keratin joined and melded together, flattening in patterned layers across his skin to form scales. Only the fur on his head remained, turning a bright yellow and growing down his back into a mane.

The half-fox barely noticed the changes. His eyes were closed, his paws pounding away at his cock, feeling his climax build and build. In the back of his mind, he heard Teryx chuckle.

Large, fluffy ears thinned and folded slightly, rearranging themselves against his skull, and yet Lightning's hearing somehow grew sharper. He could hear his own laboured breathing, the fapping of his paw against his cock. His muzzle lengthened, nose blending into the rest of his snout.

More. He needed more. Lightning glanced up, his eyes set with desperation; his pupils were a pale yellow, far from the normal brilliant blue they usually shone. He was so close, but he was far past his usual peak of pleasure and it showed no signs of stopping; his body throbbed with pleasure, with each throb bringing a new change.

He felt horns burst out of the back of his skull, wrenching control back to Teryx.

The half-dragon felt himself smirking, reaching down to his cock and dragging a finger along the length. "So desperate," he heard in his own voice. "So eager. Weren't you looking for help, earlier?"

Lightning's paw brought his finger to his mouth, slick with his own precum, and he began licking it off. All the while, the need was building -- but this time Teryx was holding him back, and the fox couldn't gain the control he needed to do what he so desperately wanted.

No, Lightning denied. Please, just let me...

"Give yourself to me." It was more Teryx's voice than his own, now, his vocal cords changing and shifting in his throat. The change rippled down Lightning's body, replacing foxy features with draconic ones.

Lightning's body had always been athletic -- thin and lean, built for running and endurance. There was a layer of muscle, certainly, but it had never been... excessive. Now, however, he was built for raw _strength._His shoulders snapped and cracked as they grew broader, deltoids thickening to support them.

Then there was his tail. It grew at the base, thickening at the point of attachment. Both he and Teryx could practically feel the way the bones inside his tail expanded, the way the muscles grew denser to match. The fluff on his tail fell flat and turned into a protective layer of scales that shone a lovely shade of blue.

Please, Lightning whispered again. Anything.

Teryx smirked, bringing his hands together and stretching. His knuckles popped, one by one -- and as they did, his fingers stretched, looking for all the world like they were somehow popping into place. His palms grew to match, giving the dragon a flexibility he was more familiar with; with a languid grin, he put his new hands to work, squeezing and playing along the length of his shaft.

Even that was too little for the fox. Lightning whimpered, urging him onwards, silently telling him to do anything he needed -- take anything he wanted.

The joints in his feet popped as the two paws grew in length, and he took a step forward to keep his balance. Rounded toes pulled forward from his new feet, and the claws at the end of them thickened, sharpened. Teryx flexed once to make sure he had his balance, then nodded.

It was his body now, through and through, with only a few changes and residual marks that indicated what his body had once been. There was only one change left incomplete -- his cock. In the back of his mind, Lightning's anticipation grew; he could almost see the fox begging to be completely taken. Teryx chuckled.

Lazy, languid strokes became stronger, more decisive. Teryx let out a low growl of pleasure as both lightning and water danced between his fingers; each arc of electricity that raced up his cock was like being squeezed and stroked and blown all at once. The water mediated it, kept the current tolerable, diverting the current whenever it grew too much -- and even as he was humping into his hands, he was shaping the magic that was transforming him.

All it needed was just the right application of magic as he transformed. He'd always wanted to see what it would be like to have a knot. He could force the magic along his desired path, keep the changes to the length and leave himself with the canine bulge.

Teryx shuddered, feeling his climax grow closer. Draconic ridges grew along his shaft, the entire length thickening within his hands as he stroked. The precum that oozed from the tip grew warmer, gained the telltale musk of a dragon. It was flowing down his fingers, oozing in a stream onto the floor.

He growled, savage, a hint of drool dripping from his mouth and onto his dick; only a dragon had this much virility, this much seed. Knowing that Lightning would never act like he was only furthered an almost sadistic arousal. This was his body now, and he could use it however he pleased, could use it to do things the fox wouldn't have dreamed of doing before him. What Lightning had done today was only the beginning.

Teryx fed the pleasure and the magic, stroked, thought about all he could do with his new body --

And he roared as he came, the sound a thunderous shout that seemed to shake the cabin. Electricity crackled in the air around him, mixing with a burst of humidity that seemed to come from nowhere; he panted, jerking wildly, watching as spurt after spurt of cum splattered across the floor.

Within him, Lightning realized what he'd done -- but it was too late. Far too late.

He was trapped.

For however long this lasted -- and he doubted it would ever end -- he would be trapped in a body that was no longer his own, forced to watch as the dragon made use of it to fulfil whatever perverse pleasures he desired...

That idea excited the fox, on some level. Teryx recognized the feeling and chuckled, giving his cock a playful squeeze; trapped or not, Lightning felt everything he did. "You'll grow to love it in there," the dragon winked.

Lightning knew, deep down, that Teryx was right.