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Dragon's Den

Chapter 1

The Pet Cock

"So, you really think they'll let us in there?"

Nash smirked at his friend and nodded, "Of course. Besides, I got one of these just in case." He whipped out a fake ID from his pocket that showed he was nineteen instead of fourteen. He made sure not to get one that said eighteen - that would have been too obvious.

"Sweet, I didn't know you had one of those!"

"Uhuh, now we doin this or not, Matt?"

His friend nodded and Nash grinned again, sticking the ID back in his wallet. They crossed the street and walked confidently right up to the front door of The Place. It wasn't really called that, but that's how all the kids at their high school referred to the ancient-looking building on the outskirts of town. Most people would call it an 'adult entertainment store.'

"Julian said we only need one item if we want to join." Nash whispered as if he was worried that the shop owner might be listening.

"Yea, I remember!"

Nash wondered for a moment just how The Place managed to stay in business. The cracked brick exterior looked like it hadn't been washed in years, and all of the windows were covered with some kind of thick black fabric. It wasn't the most welcoming establishment.

Why even have windows if you are going to cover them up?

The front door was pretty huge and made of heavy wood. It looked like something you would expect on a medieval castle. There was even a knocker that was shaped like a dragon's head. Above the door, the name "DRAGON'S DEN" was written in bold, red lettering.

Nash chuckled a bit. What a cheesy name for a place like this. He opened the door and strolled in as casually as he could manage, while Matt followed close behind.

"Welcome, welcome customers, to Dragon's Den!"

An elderly woman sporting shiny black hair and a bejeweled shawl stepped out from behind the counter and approached the two boys. She stopped a few feet away and blinked, looking them up and down a moment with an expression of disbelief.

"Are you sure you are supposed to be in here, boys?"

"Yes mam, we're in college," Matt spoke up, crossing his arms and puffing up his chest.

Nash smirked and shook his head. Why did his friend have to be such a dweeb? He reached into his pocket, getting the ID. The old lady took it and held it up to the light, blinking several times as she moved it closer and farther from her face again and again.

"Whitney! Can you come out here?" She looked back to the boys and shrugged. "Sorry dears, my eyesight is pretty awful these days. My granddaughter will take care of you."

A moment later, a tall, thin girl with green dyed hair and large eyeglasses fixed over her nose appeared from one of the aisles. She wore jeans and a simple black hoodie with a rainbow colored heart on the front. Nash snickered a bit to himself - she seemed even more nerdy than him.

"What is it Gramma?"

"These boys need some assistance. Here's that one's ID. Can you check it out and then help them?" She handed the ID to Whitney and turned toward the register. "Let me know if you need anything."

The girl nodded. "Sure thing Gramma." She looked over Nash's ID and then chuckled. "Nineteen, eh?"

"Yea, and just how old are you, anyway?"

She handed the ID back and gruffed, "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Look, we'll be out of your hair as soon as we find the stuff we want."

Whitney shook her head, "You boys... I know why you're here."

Matt blinked and chimed in. "You do? But... how..."

"Every year a couple more boys from your school show up here looking for a special item, so they can join that silly club of yours."

"Look, that's not why we're here. Are you going to help us, or not?"

Whitney narrowed her eyes and then sighed heavily, turning back toward the central aisle. "Fine, but I really think you ought to stay away from that crowd. They're creepy..."

Says the nerdy girl working in an adult entertainment store!

Whitney lead them past rows of adult toys of every kind. Matt jokingly nudged Nash, pointing at a huge penis pump. They snickered and picked up a pair of large dildos, pretending to swordfight with them.

Whitney stopped near a large, dark door at the back that had blue 'Employees Only' sign above it. "Are you two nineteen year olds done playing around like little boys?"

Nash chuckled and put the dildo back. "Fine, fine. We're just having a little fun."

Whitney grumbled again, opening the door. "Just be quick," she said.

As he stepped into the back room, Nash felt a weird sensation wash across his body - almost like a chill, even though he wasn't cold at all. That weird sensation was quickly forgotten though as he gazed at the array of bizarre and fantastical items lining every wall and shelf. Toys of all shapes and sizes were arranged with care, many of them having some kind of freakish glow about them that cast a rainbow of colors around the room. Metallic toys looking like they were made out of gold and silver sparkled under the colored lights, while countless fluids, powders, and gooey substances were displayed in fancy-looking bottles.

"Wow! Is this some kind of kinky treasure room?" Matt said and chuckled, bouncing over to a shelf with several rows of colored liquids - love potions, perhaps.

"Just remember, each customer is only allowed to purchase one item."

Nash blinked, stopping in front of a table lined with exotic dildos. "Really?"

"I thought you knew that. That's why your weird friends sent you here, isn't it? They already made their purchases a long time ago."

Nash shrugged. "All I know is that they're the only group that wants nerdy guys like us. I just wanna use the club room and play some D&D."

Whitney smirked and nodded again, watching as he studied the selection of animal-shaped male parts.

"You looking for anything in particular?"

Nash tried to hide his blush as his eyes darted among the toys. He exhaled before gabbing the box that said 'Pet Cock: Clyde Stallion' in fancy lettering along the top.

"Ohh... to be honest, I didn't peg you for one of those types."

Nash huffed and shook his head, "Look... you know it's not for me anyway, so stop teasing okay?"

Whitney giggled again and nodded, patting him on the back as Matt walked over with a bottle in hand.

"Alright, let's check you two out so I can get back to my yoga."

*

Nash and Matt sat at the back of the city bus so that no one could spy on their purchases.

"So, what exactly is that thing? They call it a 'pet?'"

"Hmm... yea, crazy right? Who would want something like this as a pet?"

The black, horse-shaped dildo didn't look all that impressive, really. After seeing all those gigantic toys in the store, Nash would have expected something like this to be way bigger. At most it was like six inches long. He turned over the box and blinked as he read the text on the back. It said something about feeding it...

Feeding? What in the world can you feed something like this?

Further down, the word "WARNING" drew his attention. 'Keep far away from children under the age of 7.' Nash chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't know what Julian wants to do with this thing... maybe he is just really freaky. But I know I won't be touching it."

"Well at least yours looks interesting. He asked me to get this stuff." Matt held up a plain-looking bottle that said 'Were Water' on the side. There was no other text or warnings of any kind on it.

"Weird. Well, I'm thinking this is just a stupid initiation joke. I bet that Dragon's Den place makes a lot of money off pranks like this." Nash looked up just in time to see that his stop was next. He quickly stuffed the box into his backpack and jumped to his feet. "We can talk some more tonight."

Matt nodded and they waved to each other before Nash got off the bus. He held his coat extra tight around his body to ward off the cold while walking the block and a half to his house. Halloween was coming up, and some of his neighbors already had their spooky decorations out. His mind wandered on the topic of a costume while he walked up his driveway and stepped in the front door.

"Nash? Is that you?"

"Yea Mom."

"How was soccer practice?"

"It was good. What's for dinner?" He kicked off his shoes and walked in the direction of his mom's voice.

"Lasagna. I hope Matt likes that."

"I'm sure he will. We always have pasta at team dinners, and he eats more than anyone else."

Nash's mom came over to give him a hug as he entered the kitchen, then she went right back to the oven.

"Good. Also, please make sure that you two don't leave Angel out of your fun tonight, okay? He really looks up to you guys."

Nash sighed and nodded as he glanced over at his little brother sitting at the kitchen table. He was hugging onto the puppy plushy that he carried everywhere with him and smiling innocently.

"Sure, Mom. We'll show him how to play D&D." He walked over to the table and slipped off his backpack, getting ready to set it down on his chair. As soon as he got close to Angel, though, he felt something jerk.

What was that?

Nash blinked and pulled his backpack away, looking between it and his little brother several times. Was he just imagining things? But he was sure he felt something move. He glanced back at his brother, who was watching him with an adorable expression and petting over his big plushie's head. Out of curiosity, Nash held his backpack toward Angel again and felt something lurching, this time much more strongly.

Nash opened his eyes wide, pulling his bag against his chest and backing away from the table.

"What's wrong, dear?" His mom wiped her brow and glanced between him and her kitchen timer.

"N... nothing... Just forgot something. I'll be back down before Matt gets here!" He quickly ran up to his room and closed and locked the door behind him.

*

After dinner, Nash's mom and dad got all dressed up for their concert. They were running a bit late, and barely had time for hugs and kisses on the way out.

"We'll be back late. Remember, don't unlock the door for any strangers. Angel's bedtime is 9 tonight. Fix him some hot chocolate before bed, okay? Love you."

"Yes Mom, we'll remember." Nash waved as his parents hurried to the car. Then he closed and locked the door before turning to Matt and his brother. "Alright, let's play."

Matt grinned and held up his brand new monster compendium. "I've been wanting to try this out since I got it. We can make some really cool monster-based characters!"

Angel watched the two older boys and smiled, nodding eagerly. He followed them to the family room, dragging his plush doggie Baxter along. He would play too.

Matt declared that he was something called the 'Dungeon Master.' Then his big brother showed Angel how to create a character. He selected a gryphon, because he thought it would be fun to fly around. His gryphon was a warrior, but he used his claws instead of regular weapons. Matt said that his character was a 'demon,' and Nash selected a dragon type character. Baxter was their loyal doggie.

They went on a grand adventure to save the kingdom from an evil warlock with an undead army. A few hours passed by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly it was Angel's bedtime. Nash fixed him his hot chocolate and brought him up to his room, tucking him and Baxter in.

"Have a good dream. We'll be right downstairs if you need anything."

Angel nodded and closed his eyes, drifting off shortly after Nash left.

He'd never had a dream about horsies before, but that was what he dreamed about on that night. He was sitting on a haybale in some kind of stable and there were a whole bunch of horsies around him, of all colors and sizes. One of them seemed much closer than the others. He wasn't sure why, but he could feel it nearby. It was a really huge horsie, probably the biggest one he ever saw, and had a shiny chestnut coat with a white blaze on its nose and white feathering over its hooves.

It approached him and looked down at him with happy blue eyes like his own. Even though the horsie didn't speak, he could tell that it knew his name. It wanted to share that name with him, too. He giggled a bit and nodded, petting over its huge nose - Angel the horsie. It responded happily by licking over his arm, then his face and neck... even his chest, making him giggle more.

He blinked and didn't even realize at first that he was sitting there nakedly. Angel the horsie was naked too. Of course he was, horsies don't wear clothes! The boy blushed a lot and looked kind of bashful, since he wasn't supposed to let anyone see him like that. The horsie trotted around him in a circle, looking his small body up and down for a moment. It seemed excited, tossing its mane and nickering.

Angel looked back over his curious new friend, feeling amazed by how beautiful the stallion looked. His sweat-slicked, chestnut body was rippling all over with muscle, his coat shining from his regal head to those massive, powerful flanks. Angel couldn't help but notice the horsie's black-fleshed privates too, especially since his massive shaft was flopped way out and throbbing. Angel didn't know they grew THAT big - no way he could even hold it with both arms. He kind of wanted to touch it though, just to see how different it felt from his. He reached up under Angel the horsie's belly, and the huge black member suddenly lurched toward his hand.

Angel woke abruptly, squeezing Baxter tightly and panting, sweat dripping from his body. His heart was beating pretty quickly, and he felt all weird and dizzy. The little boy pulled his covers off from himself and slipped out of bed without even thinking about it. He stumbled a bit while walking to the door, dragging Baxter along. His hazy eyes stared straight ahead.

He wandered down the hallway to his big brother's room, opening the door and stepping inside. It was dark inside - Nash and Matt were still downstairs playing video games - but the light from the hallway illuminated the bed. As he approached the bed, something shifted underneath. He stopped at the foot of the bed and got down on his knees, setting Baxter to the side. There was another series of shifting sounds, then a box jerked into view, moving just past the edge of the bed between the boy's legs.

Angel gazed over it for a moment, his innocent thoughts completely jumbled. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing but he picked up the box and opened it, pulling out a black feral shaft that looked very much like Angel the horsie's, though it wasn't nearly as big. It had a super shiny, latexy look to it and was warm and soft... even a bit floppy in his fingers. As soon as he held it, it got a lot hotter and started to throb and jerk eagerly, like it was desperate for his touch. It made the boy feel really hot too and he started to sweat again.

He held the throbbing shaft in one hand while sitting back and slowly stripping off his pajama bottoms and peeling his undies down around his knees, letting the air in his brother's bedroom cool his body a little. That only seemed to help a little bit though. Some beads of sweat dripped from his nose and chin over his little creamy thighs while he held the horsie cock against one of them. He bit his lip and fidgeted with his pajama top while sliding that slick, floppy black member up and down along his inner thigh, causing a tickle of pleasure to travel up his leg to his crotch. A trembly moan escaped his lips and his naked little butt wriggled against the carpet.

Angel knew something very naughty was about to happen, but he just couldn't stop. He was all flustered thinking about how beautiful the big horsie looked, and his little heart thumped excitedly while his crotch soaked up the heat coming off that pulsing member. His little hands shook as he pressed the hot, squishy base of the feral horsie cock right against his own small shaft. The heat between his legs intensified suddenly and he felt the base of that floppy member softening, turning into something gooey that somehow flowed over his privates.

The shaft thrummed excitedly as it quickly swallowed up the boy's tiny cock and balls. Soon, its latexy goo coated all of his pristine crotch flesh, filling all of the space between his small legs and merging right into his skin. Angel curled his toes and gasped, barely holding in another boyish giggle as his crotch tickled fiercely while more and more baby soft horsie flesh grew in, connecting his body and the shiny cock. He shivered and panted again as the loose folds crept up from the fattened base of the shaft, reaching nearly up to his belly button. Soon, more soft black flesh blossomed around the base of his shiny new endowment, completely circling it with a very fat, long wobbly sleeve.

Angel clenched his eyes as his hand moved to those thick, loose folds at the base of his horsie cock, curling his trembling fingers around the virginal flesh and gliding it up and down along a few inches of the wet, gleaming member. That time, when the shaft jerked in his grasp, he felt the freakish pleasure spread all through his little body like wildfire. He nearly drooled, stroking it again and again, feeling even more powerful spasms that caused the boy's whole body to thrust while he moaned and whickered.

He opened his eyes suddenly, holding his other hand over his mouth as the whickering sound brought him out of his trance. Did he make that sound? Angel blushed again and looked around frantically, trying to remember how he got in his big brother's room. When he looked between his legs and saw the glistening black equine cock jutting out from his body he almost jumped in the air, scrambling away from the box that it came in.

Angel whimpered and fidgeted his hands together up over his chest as the floppy six inches slapped repeatedly against his thighs while he moved. It was easily three times as big as what he'd had before, making its modest size loom quite large against his small body. Even as he knelt there thinking about what he would say to his brother, his new bigness was constantly invading his thoughts. He felt like he might have to restrain his hands just to keep from touching it again.

The boy crawled back over and picked up the box that it came in. He didn't know all of the words but some of them looked familiar. 'Pet Cock.' Angel knew what a pet was. Was it like a doggie? But doggies don't... attach like that. He shivered and looked even more nervous when he saw the language on the box about 'feeding.'

The video game suddenly went silent downstairs and Angel scrambled to put his undies and pajama bottoms back on. His new horsie shaft didn't shrink much, just barely fitting in the boy's small undies while bulging them out ridiculously. He picked up the box and dragged Baxter back to his own room, hiding the former under his pillows as he climbed into bed. He hugged with his plushie while closing his eyes tight, pretending like everything was normal. Everything was far from normal though... and on top of everything else, he felt frighteningly hungry.