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Anthony's dreams were filled with lustful thoughts of him in his dragon form, covered in scales with wings and a tail, getting down onto his knees like a feral would, Peter pulling roughly on his collar as he was fucked from behind, his face turned into a snout with his tail raised, letting his master ravage his cunt. He would lay his wings out to his sides on the ground, huffing and panting as he was bred like a good slut, letting his owner take control. He couldn't get enough of it, and all he wanted to do was climax!

_ BEEP! BEEP! _

It was all cut off too soon though as Anthony gasped, blinking his eyes wide open with an uncontrollable moan, wondering where Peter had gone and where he was before he realized he had only been sleeping. 'Oh, fuck! No! I wanted to finish that dream...' Just like all good dreams, it had to come to an end, but as he lifted his hand and unplugged the alarm clock from the wall he widened his eyes, his breath catching in his throat as he gazed at his arm.

Parts of his skin had begun to shape and almost stick out and overlap itself, creating a sort of plating. 'Scales...' He noticed that some parts of his skin that we overlapping actually were beginning to harden, forming into black scales. He lifted his other hand and softly ran it along the scales, feeling the slick and smooth scales beneath his finger. He noticed that his hands hadn't changed into anything that resembled paws yet, but he supposed that maybe it was best like that. Afterall he wouldn't be able to do a whole lot on his own like he'd do as a human if he had paws.

He quickly pulled the covers off from his body, admiring the small patches of scales that covered small sections of his body. Some on his arms, legs, and when he raised his hand to his itchy collar he could feel some warm scales beneath the fabric. All the scales seemed to be a black color, which made Anthony moan, knowing that Peter had designed it probably specifically to make him black like his dragoness persona was online, Kyithra. 'A black, slutty dragoness... Ahh, I can't believe this is actually working!'

It was then that he felt a slight aching in the back of his head and with a cringe he reached a hand back, trying to feel for a bump or something that he may have hit his head on somehow 'What did I-' He was cut short though as his hand gripped around a firm bone-like structure poking out from the back of his head. He raised his other hand to check his other side and felt a similar object protruding from the back of his skull, letting out a shivering moan in disbelief. 'There's no way I have... No, I have to check in the mirror!' He jumped out of his bed, not bothering to put anything on as he ran out his room and into the bathroom on the side of the living room, shutting the door behind him with a lock, looking straight into the mirror with his mouth open wide.

He slowly turned his head to the side, using both his hands to feel his... 'Horns... I'm starting to grow horns! Like a dragon! Oh my god, no way...' He carefully touched them, feeling a slight pang of pain when tugged on it experimentally, knowing they still were growing in. They felt thick and were white, only sticking out from his head about the length of his index finger. He gripped his fingers around the length softly, realizing they weren't fake. They felt just like the horn or antler of a deer, having felt something similar to it once before at a wildlife zoo.

He was then immediately aware of the small tuffs of white fur growing from the center of his neck and down to his rear. There were only small hairs at the moment but even just this made his mind run wild, letting his hand touch it and feel the softness of the fur. Of his fur! It was then that he lifted his hands to his jawline, feeling two small tuffs of white fur growing on the back o his jawline, making him moan as he knew this was exactly how he pictured himself as a dragoness. 'How was Peter able to design this collar to turn me exactly into the dragoness I've always wanted to be?' Those thoughts seemed to matter less though as he got even more of a look at his body, taken away by the realization that none of this was a dream.

With his body turned sideways his gaze was eventually drawn down to his rear, placing his hands on his mouth to cover his yell of excitement and nervousness, looking at a small nub of flesh poking out from above his butt cheeks, covered in some little black scales as a small tail was obviously trying to grow. It wasn't much longer than the length of the horns on his head, but to see that his body was actually changing, turning into the dragoness he'd always dreamed of nearly made him faint. He reached his hands back to feel the nub, being more careful to not put much pressure on it as he realized that it was much more sensitive to touch than his horns had been, giving off a soft painful sensation as he touched it, almost feeling like it was stretching his skin as it tried to slowly grow.

Out of curiosity, he watched himself in the mirror for what might have been nearly a half hour. He lost track of time, curious to see if he could see his body noticeably changing and growing in any way. After what felt like a half an hour he stopped, unable to see it changing from his naked eye, shifting his gaze from the mirror to his body again, reaching his hand down to play with his hardened member. It was then that he noticed the size of his penis, even when hard had decreased, feeling a pleasurable sensation as if his body was trying to pull it back inside itself. 'It's trying to replace my cock with a cloaca. With a dragoness vagina...' He closed his eyes, letting one hand feel the scales on his arm while the other slowly started pumping his cock, closing the toilet lid and sitting on it for a moment, relaxing against it as much as he could as he relished the moment.

Although the scales were tough and slick, they surprisingly were able to slightly bend under his touch, almost petting himself for a few minutes as he played with his small cock, not even able to poke out the other side of his hand now as he gripped it! As he was playing with himself he then thought about wings, moving a hand to his back and stopping his masturbating for a minute to stand up in front of the mirror, looking for any sign of growth on his back to indicate it. To his surprise he found nothing yet, assuming that they'd probably come in later on in the transformation. 'Will I even be able to go outside like this anymore?' An unexpected wave of fear washed over him for a moment, but this fear only seemed to make him hornier, knowing that the collar was already doing his work on him.

All the changes had drawn his focus away from the device around his neck, so ordinary like any dog collar, and yet it had the power to change a human into an animal. 'By wearing this collar I'm submitting to become Peter's pet, willingly.~' Anthony knew that if he wanted to he could take off the collar, but from the sound of Peter's words, it seemed as if any transformation the collar had on him would be permanent. All the changes that were being made to his body weren't going to go away. 'There's no way I can go back now. I'm meant to be a dragoness, his pet. All I have to do is keep the collar on and wait.'

Leaning up close to the mirror he stared into his eyes, looking for any trace of a difference in them, some hint of orange in them that he could see, but after taking a good long look at them he couldn't find anything different with them. 'Not yet, but I'm sure that in a few days I'll have the orange eyes of a dragoness...' The orange collar around his neck was supposed to match his eye color and he couldn't wait until his own eyes started changing. It was all thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and he loved it.

He was surprised how fast the collar was working on his body though. If the collar was really supposed to hint at him becoming a dragon, wasn't this already enough? 'I mean, do I want it to stop?' He knew in the back of his mind that the collar was far from finished with him, but to what extent he had no idea. A small lingering fear in his mind seemed to flare for a moment, causing him to consider removing the collar for a while, wondering if he should ask Peter these things before he decided to continue with the transformation.

He could hear Peter's words in his head though, causing him to moan with a stroke to his cock, 'Oh, but good girls do as they're told, and you're supposed to keep that collar on, now aren't you girl?~' He nodded to himself, letting out a little feminine whimper as he stroked himself one last time, regretfully getting back up to move back into his room where he could be more comfortable. 'I'll keep on the collar for you, Master.' He locked the door to his room, sat on the end of his bed and ran his hands all along his body, spending a good hour just feeling his scales, admiring their soft and smooth texture, feeling the scales change back into his regular skin as he moved his hands up and down his body. It looked weird to see himself with small patches of unfamiliar scales, but the sight sent an unexplainable thrill through him, moving over to his computer to pull up his profile icon, looking at the head of his black scaled dragoness and then back to himself, wanting to put together that he was going to become her, completely.

He stands back up, curious as he looks over at his small forming tail, scrunching up his eyes and biting his lip as he tried to focus on moving it side to side if he could. It was pretty small and in all honesty, he was pretty sure nothing would happen, but after a moment of tensing his ass and shaking his rear, he noticed that the small painful sensation from his growing tail seemed to almost respond to those tenses. He then tried to focus on that pain in his lower back, thinking about how excited and happy he was to soon become Peter's pet. In response, his cock obviously grew hard but he smiled as he noticed his nubby tail give a slight shake. He found he was also able to make it stop shaking as he focused more on it, making him hope that he'd have a prehensile tail that he could use to grab things and such like his dragoness persona.

As he tried to lay on his back on the bed he quickly found that his tail couldn't take the pressure from being pressed between him and the mattress, getting up onto his hands and knees as he looked over at his tail again, focusing and wagging the little nub. If he was honest the tail at the moment didn't look very pleasing, looking more fleshy and more of a bother than any sort of scaly dragon tail but he was sure that in time it would change.

He then remembered yesterday, stuck in this same position with Peter pushing him over into a doggy style position. Anthony moaned, forcing his face on his side and his chest against the bed, keeping his rear high as he reimagined it. While one of his hands played with his small cock his other hand ran up and down his horns, collar, scales, fur, and tail, making his cock drip in pleasure. With his eyes closed, he was really starting to feel as if he really may be a dragon. It was still a start, but this was closer than he thought he'd ever be to becoming a dragon. He'd had a dragon Halloween costume before, but actually feeling real scales and being able to move his tail, even if just a little right now, it drove him wild.

He began to let out soft pants, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his hand ran up and down his cock. 'They could be paws in a few days...' In all honesty, he didn't expect the transformation to go that far but the thought still made his excitement spike. His cock was throbbing, leaking onto the bed sheets below him as he took his time in giving his member some long, soft strokes, wanting to drag out his orgasm as long as he could to enjoy the moment. 'Afterall, good girls don't need to cum.~'

Anthony began to fully realize it, squealing like a female, 'This collar, my collar, is turning me into a pet dragoness. A girl with a vagina.' He couldn't help but squeeze his length and then pump a little faster, feeling his legs strain a little from the position but keeping it nonetheless. He then stopped stroking himself, bring a finger up to his mouth, parting his lips to cover the digit in his wet saliva, drawing it out and pressing the finger up to his tight ass, grinding his teeth as he pressed the finger against the entrance, imagining a cock pressing right up against his ass. 'Like it's my pussy. After my transformation, I'll only be designed to be fucked. I'll be a hole for sperm to make eggs in.~'

He then firmly pressed his index finger forward, gasping and biting onto the bed sheets as his finger slowly pushed its way inside his warm constricting ass, feeling the small digit spread him with a moan. He continued pushing it in further, wiggling the tip of it against his prostate with a groan, watching his cock drip, hanging in desire between his legs while his hand teased his insides. It was at moments like this that he wished he had some good lube, but without that all he had was his saliva, coating his fingers as he hand fucked himself, pulling the finger out slowly and then pressing it back in firmly with a huff every time, using his free hand to hold his weight.

_ RING! _

It was then that he froze, his eyes widening as he heard a ring on the door, quickly taking his hand out of his ass with a silent growl of annoyance at being interrupted in his arousal. He quickly clambered around his room and threw on some boxers, shorts and a t-shirt, fixing his hair for a moment and fixing his cock in his boxers. He then grabbed the jacket from yesterday, happy to see that it fell down far enough to cover his tail from view. Now that he had his shorts on he was able to notice that the small tail began to hurt a bit, constricted and rubbed against in the shorts and underwear fabric. He grimaced at this but tried to ignore it, fixing the jacket and putting the collar of it up so it could hide his collar from view.

He then took a deep breath, trying to calm his blushing face as he opened his door and headed towards the apartment entrance. 'Who the heck is it anyway? It's only lunch and I didn't remember inviting anyone over at this-' He then blushed even deeper, relaxing as he knew he wouldn't have anything to hide from him if he was correct on who it was.

He then unlocked the front door, peeking out with his head to find Peter gazing back at him with his piercing blue eyes, his face watching him lustfully. Anthony huffed, watching him as his face began to redden, even more, just watching each other for a moment before Peter spoke, his deep voice teasing him, "It's good to see you girl, looks like you're eager to see me from the heavy blush on your snout.~"

"Ahh, um..." All his words left him as every change in his body seemed to become more aware to him. He fixed the jacket around him, realizing for the first time that he had never had anyone else in his apartment, let alone someone who intended on most likely being sexual with him! With his cock leaking in his boxers opened the door and let Peter in, nodding to him in response. Peter smiled back, taking a moment to look over his house, most likely judging it for in comparison to his luxurious own house.

Peter then commented, looking over at the kitchen, "Well, it's not like my little heaven at home, but I'm sure it fits you nicely while you were a human." He then reached a hand over and caressed Anthony's neck, causing his cheeks to burn, "You'll enjoy your new home with me though a lot better, trust me." What he said next though, glancing over at the dining room table caused Anthony to let out an uncontrollable moan, hearing Peter's soft tone become more forceful, "Go bend over on the table. I want to see what changes have already taken place to you overnight.~"

Anthony stood still for a moment, his mind racing. 'Oh my fucking god, is he really-' Peter then growled, hardening his glare, "Did you hear what I said, pet? Get over to the table and bend over for your master."

"Ye-yes master." He could feel himself becoming light headed and even shivering a little from excitement as he walked over to his round dining room table. "Remove your jacket for me." With a nod of obedience, he promptly removed it, setting it on the floor, knowing that he was revealing the stub above his rear and the collar as well as the scales around his neck. He realized he had also forgotten to hide his horns but hardly cared, laying his head on his side against the wood as he bent over for Peter, submitting to his desires as he presented his ass to him.

He looked over and watched as Peter walked up behind him, giving his back a rub, "That's a good girl! Now, let's see what's changed with you. I'm going to need you to remove your shirt for me as well, pets don't need clothes after all." Anthony stood up again for a moment, lifting his shirt to remove it himself when he felt Peter behind him forcefully slide it off his arms, 'helping him'. His owner then placed a hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head back down on the table, his bare chest on the wood becoming keenly aware to him. Peter added, leaning over to whisper into his ear, "Remember, when you're with me you're only my pet, a girl dragon who obeys her master, do you understand me Kyithra?"

He... 'No, she.~' She whimpered back at him, feeling her small tail rub against the fabric painfully tight from bending over. It was then that she felt Peter's hand on her waist, curling the fingers around her shorts and slowly pulling them down while the other hand held her neck against the table. Kyithra did nothing to fight it, panting hotly as her pants were removed, only the thin boxers keeping her penis away from her owners view. Peter didn't waste any time though as he quickly used his hand to remove her underwear, throwing her pants and underwear to the side, leaving Kyithra completely naked in front of Peter's clothed form, nude and on display for her master. He then ordered once she was completely naked, "Get onto the table on your back, Kyithra."

With a whine of arousal, her cock throbbing between her legs, she crawled up onto the table, feeling almost like a science experiment as she flipped softly onto her back, careful to not fall off the side as she put her legs together nervously, trying to hide her arousal from him. Peter's gaze then turned from lustful to innocent, talking in a high pitched voice like an owner would to a cute dog as he put his hands onto her knees, "Oh, it's okay girl! I'm not gonna hurt you, I just need to see what you got between your legs is all. It might have already changed overnight."

Kyithra just laid her head back as he felt Peter spread them, pressing each leg against their sides on the table, leaving her pulsing cock out in the air on display for anyone to see. Peter congratulated her, "Well look at that, you still have that pesky male cock." He then used a finger and grabbed it for a moment, giving it a soft squeeze to coax some of the pre out from the tip. "Don't worry, by the look fo your cock already shortening I wouldn't be surprised if you had a full on pussy by the morning. Wouldn't you just love that, girl? Wouldn't you be so horny to know that your male breeding tool is replaced permanently by a vagina?"

Kyithra moaned back, opening his eyes and Peter brought a treat to her mouth, "Here's a treat for you!" She felt her owner stroke her cock as he dropped the fruity dragon treat in her mouth, savoring over it and groaning as Peter masturbated her on the table, letting his pet enjoy her treat. He then grabbed the leash from the other day from his jacket, connecting the end to her collar, telling her once again, "Alright, up girl! Stand up! I need to get a look at and beneath that growing tail fo yours."

She willingly flipped over, Peter's hand never leaving her cock as he continued pleasuring her, bending over to give her owner a good view of her ass and the little nub of a tail growing from between her ass cheeks. Peter used his hands to lightly feel the scaly flesh, running his hands also along the scales on Kyithra's legs and back. He then added, letting out a deep rumble, "Now, close your eyes, slut.~" She obeyed flawlessly, blushing at the thought of what a good girl she was being.

She then felt a sense of fear as Peter took away all of his touches on her, leaving her bent over on the table with no idea what her owner was doing or planning on doing to her. She then squealed as she felt him wrap a blindfold over her eyes, tying it around the back of his head to make sure she couldn't see. Then, after another moment of silence she felt a finger press up against her ass, pushing its tip into her entrance as she moaned out on the table, legs shaking as her owner pulled on her leash tightly, forcing her to lift her head and moan for a moment while he thrust the finger in and out slowly.

He then released the grip on her leash, using that free hand to grip around her needy shaft to jerk her off. "You've been a good girl, keeping the collar on for me. I think you deserve a real treat tonight, a climax, wouldn't you love that, pet?~" Kyithra groaned, trying to keep her rear up high as his finger pulled out and he used his tongue to ravage her 'tail hole', pressing his mouth up to it and rimming her. She tried to thrust into his hand, feeling her own orgasm already starting to rise from all the teasing. She started to whimper like a pet, letting her tongue roll out the side of her mouth as she gave her owner her body completely.

She could feel Peter pressing her small tail nub higher as if he was forcing her tail up, running his hands along her scales. Kyithra then felt him tug roughly on the collar as he demanded in a growl, "Bend over onto the table again." She slowly moved her feet off the table, letting herself stay bent over as he suddenly gripped one hand on her horn, gripping it tightly which, although it hurt, sent thrilling shivers through her body. He continued to finger fuck her with the other hand, rubbing the tip of his finger along his prostate, making her squeal in need for a release. He in response pressed firmly against her prostate, massaging it as he pulled on her white horn roughly, causing her to yell in pain and bliss as she arched her back on the table, her legs quivering as her orgasm rocked her body, pushing back on the finger as her shrinking cock jetted hot white virile cum straight onto the floor beneath them, wave after wave splashing and covering Kyithra's soon-to-be paws.

Peter pulled his finger out slowly, letting her recover before congratulating her with a treat from his treat bag in his pocket. She lay recovering on the table as she lapped it off the table, relaxing in her afterglow as Peter went to the sink to clean himself up before leaving. "You came a lot, you must have been pent up! I wonder why...~" After washing off his finger he returned and told her, "Release! You're allowed to go now girl, I'm heading out for the night but I'll be back by tomorrow!"

Kyithra forced herself to stand up as he reached the door, watching as he pointed to the ground with a flush, "On your knees, pet." With a gulp and a pleasured purr, she crawled on her hands and knees up to Peter, watching as he leaned down to pet her. "I'll be back soon! Can't wait to see the changes tomorrow. Maybe you'll even have a cunt by then. If you do you'll be much more a female than a male." He then suddenly gripped her leash and tugged her up, wrapping it around his wrist to bring her face roughly up to his crotch, pressing it against the throbbing member inside his pants. "And I've been dying to fuck a female, let alone a dragoness. I hope you're excited.~"

He kept her there for a moment, Kyithra closing her eyes as she felt her face pressed up to his crotch, a large bulge felt against her cheek as the leash forced her against it. She even could smell a slight musk coming from it and she sighed in lust, collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion and contentment as he released her, keeping the leash on her as he closed the door, "Goodnight, Kyithra!"

After he closed the door on her she forced herself to move over to the couch in the living room, splaying onto it naked, not caring if someone got in and saw her like this. 'God, I keep thinking of myself a 'she' now. I might as well get used to it, as he said I might be a dragoness by the morning~' He could feel cum covering some of his legs and feet, raising his head quickly to get a glance at the large splattered puddle of semen under the kitchen table. Without any more energy left he closed his eyes, not caring to move to his room and started to doze off on the couch, watching in surprise as the moon already began to rise.

'Did time really go that fast? God, that was so hot' He could feel himself sweating but despite all this he pulled one of the small pillows on the couch under his head on the armrest and slept on his stomach, not wanting to possibly injure his tail as it would most likely lengthen through the night. 'Maybe even my wings will start to grow!'

His mind then began to drift to what Peter had done before he left, pressing his bulge against Anthony's face. 'I think he's planning on fucking me tomorrow if my cock's gone. Ahh, I can't believe this is really happening.' Then, with a final soft moan, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what Peter really had planned for him.