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Being so bold and brazen, it was hard for Trent to imagine going back to the timid ways that he once held when he was a female, but something wasn’t quite right anymore, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

The first part of the problem was obvious; Trent was back to being Trisha, and her smaller, narrower frame didn’t have the same level of intimidation, nor did it give her the same feeling of confidence when she entered a room. Looking at herself in the mirror, she’d always liked the way that she looked as a human, but she was no longer a massive, domineering dragon, and being back to normal was more of a disappointment than anything.

Staying in the other body for so long was confusing for poor Trisha, who was doing all that she could to ignore the string of messages on her phone from the mysterious “V,” who’d gotten to her before.

Only leaving the house when she had to, Trisha spent most of the week that followed her draconic adventure in bed, terrified of the idea of Nicky finding out who she really was. She wanted to confront Bianca about the whole misadventure, but she didn’t think she had it in herself to complain; she’d loved every minute of her existence as Trent, but she couldn’t help wondering if the hangover that followed was a normal part of the process.

Her stagnation was so bad, however, that she was starting to get on her own nerves.

“I’m gonna have to answer that text eventually,” she groaned, curled up in the thick and fluffy comfort of a blanket. She was staring at the nightstand with a sense of regret, and just the idea of reading the text was making her groan, but whatever little bit of Trent was still left in her system was telling her to stop running away from whatever it was.

Trisha always was the safe, little girl; a voice of reason in even the most ravenous crowd. Trent, for his short existence, threw out her entire rule book and forced her to think on her feet, go with the flow, and upon reaching a destination, make things up as she went along.

She wouldn’t be quite so bold as she lifted her phone from the nightstand and immediately swapped over to her messages. She had to be careful.

“I’ve been watching you since the start,” she read the words on the screen aloud to herself. “I know what kind of help you need. Come back to the bar and ask for me.”

“V” still wasn’t revealing their identity, but their intentions were becoming clearer. Being admired from a distance was creepier than it was flattering for Trisha, but the last wisps of draconic boldness in her spirit were telling her that she’d never get any answers while lying in bed and moping.

She’d have to confront the stranger eventually, and it was Friday night.

**

Trisha didn’t waste her time with a flashy outfit, and she only put on as much makeup as she would usually wear to the office. Her gait wasn’t interrupted by heels; a pair of simple, flat kicks were all that she needed, and her skirt wasn’t so short as to garner attention.

She didn’t want to look like she didn’t care, but she wasn’t trying to stand out, either, and only a few sets of eyes followed her into the darkness of the bar as she approached the seat where she’d been Trent before, where she first met Nicky.

Her backside settled against a bar stool, and her purse settled on the counter as she looked around, trying to remember exactly how the evening went. Every detail of the way that she tortured the poor boy and fucked him silly was still fresh in her mind, but the earlier parts of the evening were a bit hazy.

Even the bartender didn’t look entirely familiar as he approached. “Something to drink for you this evening, Miss?”

Trisha put on her best smile and waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing for me just yet. I’m waiting for someone.”

“We know you are.”

There was no telling just how many people were in on what happened to Trisha the weekend before, but the bartender was wearing the tiniest smirk as her eyes shrunk with panic.

“Turns out you don’t have time for a drink, Trisha. Allow me to escort you to the back.”

The bartender gave her the choice to head back for the door and run home, but he didn’t wait for long. He was already setting down his towel and moving away from the flocks of eager customers that were waiting so desperately for a drink, heading toward the back of the bar, where the lights were even dimmer than they were at the entrance.

Even if she’d been Trent at the time, Trisha was sure that she would have been spooked by the set up. Just past the far end of the bar, four round tables sat on either side of a door, all behind a slotted handrail with a gate in the middle. It was fairly revealing for a VIP area, but as Trisha was let through the gate, she noticed a door on the wall that was intentionally obscured with the darkness around it.

“They don’t let just anyone back here, y’know. You should feel lucky.”

Nothing the bartender said was comforting Trisha at all. Her lip gloss was smudging as she bit down gently on velvet flesh, trying to keep her body from trembling with the natural fear of such a seedy looking place.

Just on the other side of the door, bright lights and well appointed hallway didn’t do anything to ease her concerns, but it was a short walk over brilliant tiles of white and gray to an open office door.

The room was bathed in tones of red and mahogany, forcing it to appear even darker than it actually was inside. Poor Trisha stepped over the edge of the threshold, and as her legs shook with uncertainty, the bartender gave her a gentle push upon the small of her back.

“Step inside. Our boss will be with you shortly.”

The door closed behind Trisha, and panic set in with an intensity that she’d never known. Her entire body was shivering as though she’d been dipped in an ice bath, and her breathing was shaky as she set quivering digits on the back of a soft, comforting leather seat.

That was as far as Trisha would get, before Trent simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Dainty fingers bulged out thick, growing from long, thin digits to heavier, powerful pawtips. The swelling spread up over the back of her hands and to her wrists, where a simple bangle of cheap metal spread around the growing limb and then snapped with the greatest of ease.

“W…what? I thought it was just for the w-weekend…” Trisha struggled to find the words to describe her shock. Her skin was already splotching over with spots of thick, inescapable darkness, and in a mirror on the wall to her right, she could see the discoloration spreading over her eyes, covering the sclera until they were completely tainted with her change. “ How is this happening?!”

Because I’m already inside of you, you pathetic bitch. Grow a spine.

Trisha dropped her purse and turned for the door, but she knob was locked, and though her appearance was changing, she didn’t have Trent’s strength just yet. She clumsily wrapped her talons around the knob and tried to shake it loose, but the thick, solid piece of wood refused to budge, and she fell to her knees, wracked with emotion and frustration.

“I c-can’t turn it off,” she groaned, gripping the sides of her head with open palms and covering her ears, as if that would stop the voice in the back of her mind. “I can’t stop it!”

Spots of black burst up through the back of her tank top and tore at the fabric like the fingers of the undead lashing through an open window. Tatters of her clothes fell to the ground around her, and the sudden expansion of her upper back and shoulders quickly turned her brazier into a useless tatter of lace and silk.

She watched it fall to the floor as jet black skin enveloped her breasts once more, and just like before, they grew flatter, but firmer. Her chest was broadening, and to her surprise, she found she was enjoying the way that it looked.

That delight grew with each passing moment as her frame continued to widen out. Her entire skeletal structure had to grow to meet the hefty demands of Trent’s figure, and just before her thicker, fuller bones burst through her epidermis, the muscles around them expanded, filling her body with unholy strength.

She was giggling at that moment, and eager juices were pouring down from the folds of her womanhood, but that, too, was destined to disappear as the lips of her sex sealed together and began to bulge. Her body was quickly adapting all of the traits of Trent, and he was decidedly male.

Trisha didn’t actually see her clit wiggling at the peak of her changing sex until it began tenting against the front of her skirt. Already, the flexible garment was threatening to tear around her growing hips and thickening torso, but it wasn’t until the head of a forming cock pressed against it that it finally gave way. Her clothes were nothing more than a thing of the past, along with her identity as a woman.

Trisha was the voice in the back of her own mind was once again, and at the forefront, Trent was starting to grin as the bones of his face elongated, seeking to become the proper, draconic shape that he was known for.

“It’s good to be back. You were really starting to bore me, Trisha,” Trent murmured. It would have seemed that he was speaking to himself, but his consciousness was truly separate from her own, and their personalities couldn’t have been more polarizing.

Their pleasure, however, was shared…and Trisha, trapped in the back of her own thoughts, knew the delight of male ecstasy as Trent’s cock continued to grow and throb. A curious stroke of the massive shaft made the partially transformed dragon shudder with delight, and immediately, darkness wrapped around the entire length and began reshaping the tip to something truly exotic.

The last of the strange coating that was Trent’s flesh began filling in the gap as he stood up from his knees and stretched his thick, lumbering arms overhead. Being trapped inside of Trisha left the mystical dragon feeling quite stiff, in more ways than one.

He was excited at the prospect of hunting once more, but he wasn’t at luxury to do so just yet.

“I was wondering when you’d finally show your ugly mug around here again.”

Trent never even noticed the thick, solid door opening, or the presence of a muscular looking canine entering the room. Even under the pinstripes of a neatly pressed suit, the Doberman was rippling with strength, and his comforting smile did nothing to dull his intimidation.

“Lemme guess…you’re ‘V’?”

“Viktor, yes,” the Doberman introduced himself. His cool, brown eyes surveyed Trent from what was just a little bit less than a safe distance, and he nodded in approval at what he saw. “I’m the one who hooked up Bianca with the drugs that are currently coursing through your veins.”

“Currently?” Trent asked, though it was mostly Trisha’s curiosity that was asking.

“Don’t hold it against Bianca. She was misinformed,” Viktor began to explain. “These drugs contain a highly potent transformative chemical, and the batch that’s going out for retail really does leave you system after about 48 hours. The experimental batch that you injected…well, that stuff is at least semi-permanent.”

Trent cocked a brow, looking far less concerned than Trisha felt inside. “So you’re saying that I’ll always be like this?”

“There’s a chance,” Viktor confirmed. “For the foreseeable future, you’ll be able to become Trent whenever you like…just thinking about it should be enough to trigger the transformation.”

Still being of two minds, Trisha panicked silently in the back of her thoughts as a devious snicker spread across Trent’s lips. “She thinks about me all the time,” he admitted, continuing to treat them as separate entities. “Guess you guys will be seeing a lot more of me, here.”

“I’m sure there’s someone out there right now who will be very happy to hear that.”

“…Nicky’s here?”

Viktor nodded. “I made sure that he would be. What better way to celebrate your good news than with a good, hard fuck of your favorite little boy toy?”

Even Trisha couldn’t deny enjoying the sound of that. “Heh. What do I owe you for such a generous move?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Viktor declined. “But if you’re planning on fucking him on my dance floor again, you’d better believe I’m getting in on the action.”

Believing it the perfect chance to prove his mettle, Trent’s grin grew wide. “I’m sure we can think of a few ways to make that work.”

“Forget thinking,” Viktor replied. “Let’s get out there and start doing.”

**

Trent wasn’t sure that he was into the idea of sharing. Until that point, he’d been lucky enough to have Nicky all to his own, even if it was only for the period of a one-night stand.

After all, there wasn’t much to the slim, tiny human, meaning that he and Viktor might have to fight over which parts of the meal they were going to get.

“I can see why you picked him out among all the others, Trent. He’s so slim that you could just break him in half if you wanted to, but he looks flexible enough to be up to the challenge. I bet he’s a blast in the bedroom.”

There were no clothes that would have fit Trent in the club to begin with, and Viktor decided to leave his own back in his office, not wanting to get the fine, neatly pressed silk of his pinstripe suit covered in the dirt and sweat of the commoners in his bar.

Naked bodies of such impressive size were garnering a lot of attention as they walked out from the VIP cages and back toward the main dance floor, and they carried on their conversation as if they didn’t feel the many sets of eyes upon them or hear the whispers that were being passed about them.

“Once you get into his head, he’s an obedient little bitch,” Trent agreed. “Takes a little while to break him down, but once you do, he’s just like a piece of putty in your hands…you can do whatever you want with him and he just bounces right back.”

“Think those same rules will apply to a private show?”

Trent snickered, the tip of his long, draconic tongue sneaking out through a gap in his fangs. “It doesn’t matter if they will or not. He’ll do what he’s told, or pay the price for his insolence.”

Owning his own club and running an empire meant that Viktor had to be ruthless, not just in his actions, but in his words. Hearing the way that Trent spoke made him wonder if he needed to step up his verbal antics, given the chill that was running down his spine as he heard them.

Luckily, there was no other evidence of his reaction, and the sight of Nicky prancing around on the underlit dance floor reinvigorated the thrill of the hunt.

“Hey, kid!”

The bodies on the floor were already starting to part like a pair of castle gates to an honored guest; anyone who mattered knew who Viktor was, and didn’t dare to get in his way when he raised his voice.

It was only Nicky, lost in his own little world of rhythm and passion, who continued to occupy the middle of the floor without a care in the world.

Trent didn’t have the kind of patience that allowed for words. He stepped right through the path that was made for him and grabbed Nicky by the back of a thin, fishnet tank top…and ripped clean through it with his claws, leaving the rest of the garment in tatters.

The normally submissive human turned as his top fell away, and eyes that burned with anger quickly softened when they realized who was standing before them.

“…T…Trent? You’re back?!”

“I am, and I don’t like to be ignored,” he replied. “I thought you would have learned that the first time around.”

Nicky was trembling in place the moment that clawtips ran down the front of his torso, leaving delicate marks of red on an otherwise fair, soft complexion. He shuddered as a mingled tickle and sting wrapped around his stomach from the dragging chitin, but when Trent’s palm reached Nicky’s belt and began to tug, the smaller male finally tried to halt him.

“Trent, we…we can’t do that here. I’m pretty sure they’ll let us get away with a lot, but I don’t think the owner would allow it!”

The idea was obviously exciting; Nicky’s cock was already starting to press a small tent against the front of his tight, black jeans, and Trent’s wandering digits were making the pressure that much worse as he continued.

Nicky wasn’t strong enough to outright stop him, but when he felt another thick, rippling pair of arms grip him from behind, he couldn’t decide if his evening was about to get better, or worse. He was sure it was a bouncer…

…Rather than the very same club owner that he’d just mentioned. “Normally, I like to keep things a bit classier than that,” Viktor explained. He stood right behind Nicky, shadowing the smaller male and pressing the warm, heated tip of his canine member to the human’s covered backside. “But tonight, I think my fine customers could use a little show…and you’re not backing out of it.”

Just from Trent’s grasp sneaking past the waistline and brushing against the tip of his growing member, Nicky was shivering in place with obvious delight.

The idea of being pinned between a pair of thick, hunky males in front of a crowd was so exciting that a string of precum sprayed across the back of Trent’s hand…and he simply wouldn’t stand for that.

“Pants off, you little bitch.”

Nicky was paralyzed with bashfulness, but Viktor helped him along, yanking his jeans right down and leaving them around his ankles to keep him from running. Trent gripped the end of the belt before they reached the ground and pulled it free, stretching it tight in front of Nicky with a fear-instilling SNAP before he lowered it again.

The poor human didn’t realize that he was being trapped until it was too late, and as coils of the belt loop wrapped around his shaft and the back of his sack, he felt pressure growing heavier and heavier until the belt was sealed again, binding his flesh in a makeshift chastity wrap of leather and steel.

“Should be tight enough to keep you from making any bigger messes,” Trent suggested, before he gripped Nicky’s chin with the same paw that was soaked with his pre-seed. “You’re gonna help us make another one, but I’m sure we can trust you to lick it up off the floor, can’t we?”

Trying to nod, but barely able to move his head in Trent’s grasp, Nicky looked up at the powerful dragon with a genuine mixture of fear and arousal. Everything was moving a bit too fast for him, but in his heart of hearts, he loved the attention, and didn’t have the strength to fight back, or the willpower to deny his male captors.

He could only swallow down a ball of nerves before Trent pulled his head toward his crotch, and the exotic tip of his draconic cock, forcing him to deal with it only seconds later. Saliva flew from his tongue as Trent kept a paw on the back of his head, and his jaw strained with the stretch necessary to fit the wide, heavy tip inside his mouth, but after the first time, Nicky was sure that he was up to the task.

Viktor’s distractions didn’t make things any easier for him, however.

“It’s not nice to suck off the bouncers to get in without paying a cover charge, you know,” he revealed to Nicky that he was painfully aware of the human’s devious actions. “If you’re gonna suck someone off to get into the club, the owner is usually a good person to start with…but it looks like your mouth is occupied at the moment. I guess I’ll just have to make do with this!”

The shape of his canine member was a bit easier to take at the start of a penetration, and nothing more than spit and sweat were used to lubricate Viktor’s manhood as he pressed the tapered tip against Nicky’s aching asshole. The further he pushed inside, however, the harder it would become for Nicky to keep going, but he knew full well that it wouldn’t dissuade Viktor in the least.

If anything, his groans of pain and discomfort would probably just spur the Doberman on, and the first such moan left Viktor to grip his backside so tight that he bucked forward onto Trent, taking more of the dragon’s flesh than he could really handle.

It was a foolish mistake; Trent felt the poor, tiny human choking and gagging on his cock as long, messy trails of saliva poured to the floor, but he wouldn’t release him from his work. “I sure hope you’re not looking for sympathy out of me,” he growled, narrowing his eyes down on the flirtatious man. “Think you can just go around sucking off other guys and get away with it? I’m gonna fucking drown you for that!”

Already, Nicky’s vision was getting foggy, and he winced his eyes shut in the hopes that it might clear his head. He felt a thundering presence at his backside as Viktor pushed through mild resistance, and the tapered tip of his length reached depths that very few males had ever been to before.

The widening shaft of his canine dick, however, left Nicky to cry out in muffled, mingled pain and pleasure around Trent. The vibrations of his tight, swallowing throat passed right into the dragon’s flesh, and just when he thought he was getting comfortable with both males, Trent gripped the long, blonde locks of his hair and twisted his digits into them, forcibly yanking Nicky’s head back and forth on his length.

“This kid is w-wasting his talents,” Viktor claimed, finding that each thrust came a little bit easier than the one before it. He spanked the poor human’s backside with such intensity that the sound rang over the music and turned any heads that weren’t already watching the show, and playfully flicked the back of Nicky’s taut, tied up balls, knowing that he’d be into the pain, even if it was just a little bit. “Put a bitch like this on the street and he’d be r-raking in loads of cash!”

As the dragon and Doberman pumped at their respective ends, Trent chuckled at the thought. “If I wasn’t so fucking greedy, he’d be out there working right now,” he admitted. “But I’m very greedy, and right now, the only work this boy better start doing is s-swallowing harder…”

Fangs gritted as Trent gave only the briefest of warnings to Nicky, who felt his entire mouth fill with a gush of heated, slippery cum. Swallowing as fast as his throat would allow, he still felt the sheer volume threatening to squirt out of his nose, and it poured down over his lower lip as Trent violently rocked his face with rigid, domineering thrusts.

The sound of seed puddling on the floor had the club in a trance, and spurred Viktor to join in the fun as his knot threatened to tear the poor boy apart. “Guess I’m glad I got a chance with him, then,” he replied, a hint of regret in his voice that it might be his only chance to plunge the depths of such a flexible cocksleeve. His nerves were ablaze with pleasure, and his knot was slipped just halfway inside of Nicky’s backside before he finally erupted, spraying across his inner muscles with a thick, voluminous jet of ejaculate. Warmth spread across Nicky from the inside as Viktor continued to pump through every second of the act, until his knees grew weak and his hips grew tired, but he stayed close, even as the seal of his knot broke and cum spilled back down over Nicky’s thighs, joining the already impressive pool in the middle of the dance floor.

“You…you sure we can trust him…to clean all of that up?” Viktor asked, worried that he might actually need to summon the janitors for it.

Trent knew what the little bitch was capable of, and he gave Nicky a knowing glance before pulling his member free, spilling a hail of mingled saliva and seed to the floor as he did. “Every last drop, from start to finish…he’s just getting warmed up.”