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Something rustled, and Emhyr awoke, alarmed. It was dark, and he wasn't sure why. He had only meant to take a small nap, to rest up before his final encounter with the black scaled dragon, that wounded beast that shouldn't outpace him with its wings crippled, but now it was night, which meant he had vastly overslept. He scowled and looked up, but there was no light in the sky, the moon and stars both dim on this night. The only thing that did glow was the accursed fortress atop the mountain high and far away, and the illumination it shed was silvery and sinister. He hoped that the dragon hadn't reached the fortress, because then he would never get his bounty.

Something rustled again, and Emhyr was reminded why he had awakened. He reached for his sword, but it wasn't by his side as it should have been. He started to sit up before he heard the slight clink his armor made and thought better of moving more. He wasn't sure what was out there, but he doubted it was the dragon or anything else he might know, especially because of how his journey so close to the Fortress of Minds had gone so far.

It had started simple enough, with him following the bloodstained trail that the dragon had no doubt taken, but then it had become stranger from there. He had come across a large, black metal box that he had investigated curiously before failing to find any way to open it or any sign of its contents. He had cursed himself for wasting time on it, but at least it had seemed the dragon had examined it from the slight nicks and dried blood that marred its surface. From there he had followed the dragon's blood trail down a ravine whose high, rocky walls had mirrors of different shapes and sizes set into it at varying heights well above Emhyr's head. He had been curious of the mirrors, but they seemed to reflect what was below them and nothing more, or so he thought until he had seen strange sights in the mirrors of what could only be described as a shapely humanoid lizard lady walking alone in the ravine where he should be. Though the sight of that lizard had been so haunting and familiar and disturbingly attractive that he wanted to investigate it further, he had kept his head down after that because he had to focus on the dragon and the bounty he would receive when he returned with it horns and a portion of its tail. If he really wanted to bed a reptilian, perhaps a 'touched, he could do that at a brothel after he had been properly paid. That hadn't even been the strangest thing--no, that was reserved for the nesting ground he had come across after the ravine, or what he had assumed had been a nesting ground. There had been plenty of eggshells, shed serpentine skins and empty nests scattered about, but he had avoided them, carefully following the dragon's talonprints and bloodstains to avoid stepping in something he wouldn't want to clean off his armor later. Afterwards, he had finally come across a grassy clearing that led up to a long, winding path that was fresh with the dragon's blood. He had chosen then to rest and recuperate some of his strength that had been dearly sapped after pursuing the dragon for nearly a day already. He had wished it had given up after he had gotten off a good shot with his arbalest, but it had sprinted away faster than he thought such a creature of bulk could, so there he had been, tired and ready for a nap.

So he had napped near a tree in the clearing and overslept, and now here he was, armored but unarmed in the dark without an idea of what had awakened him. He hoped it just a squirrel, because trees meant squirrels, right, and there were a few trees in the clearings. Perhaps, he mused and hoped, it was just a squirrel burying some of its nuts before the fast approaching winter came.

Emhyr's hopes were dashed when he heard a sound a squirrel certainly shouldn't make, and that was a high-pitched hiss from nearby, a hiss that rose into a moan. The mercenary stiffened and raised an eyebrow as whatever was close hissed and moaned again, and this time he could hear sounds besides it, liquid squeaks that sounded just as lewd as the noises nearby. At this point, Emhyr's vision had adjusted enough that he turned his head and saw a figure outlined by the fortress's light not far from him and his tree, a humanoid on its knees with its slightly glistening back to him. He stared at that back and noticed something protruding and fluttering on it. He gasped as he realized that they were wings.

He immediately clamped a gauntlet over his mouth, but it was too late. The figure turned, and Emhyr wasn't sure if the fortress's illumination had brightened or his vision had improved, but he could make out what exactly the figure was. Or really, what she exactly was.

She knelt near to Emhyr, a creature that was equally parts draconic, human, and feminine. Emhyr felt his member stiffen as he took in the entirely of her humanoid form, her black scaly skin that glistened in the dull silver light, the feminine proportions of her ample hips and thighs and pinched in waist, the large breasts upon her chest that didn't sag despite their size and heft, the puffy pink nipples upon her tits, the small wings that flapped barely visible behind her, her thick tail that swayed side to side, her draconic head that was currently turned towards him with its snout set to always appear in a smile, her slitted, bright yellow apparently ever excited yet sultry eyes staring flatly at him, while her clawed hands clutched at his sword, the pommel dug deep in her pussy so that the crossguard lay flat against her slit. Despite the sight of his weapon being used in such a loud manner, Emhyr's attention was much more focused on certain traits of the dragoness that were so familiar, familiarity much more grounded than he had felt with the lizard lady and the mirrors earlier. Not only did the dragoness that currently thrusted the pommel of his sword in and out of her have scales the same shade of black as the one he had been hunting, but also the same upward sweeping horns and the single ridge at the end of its tapered tail. It was as if she was an exaggeratedly humanoid and feminine facsimile of his current quarry. It was odd, and Emhyr wasn't quite sure what to make of it or the current use of his sword either. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what he wanted to say, and so the dragoness spoke first.

"Oh!" the dragoness said, her voice high and squeaky. Her mouth opened to show many white teeth that should have been sharp, but they seemed to lack any edge. Her forked tongue too seemed strangely flat, not even twitching at the bottom of her open maw. "Did I, like, wake you?"

"Uh," Emhyr said. "Yes, you...did."

"Oops!" the dragoness giggled, shivering and moaning as she thrust the sword's hilt into herself. "I'm totes sorry but..." Her mouth opened wider, deepening her constant smile. "I'm soooo horny. Like, soooooo horny."

"I, uh..." Emhyr's gaze flickered to his sword. "I see that."

The dragoness glanced down at the sword too. She took it out of her with another shiver and moan and held it up, or tried to hold it up. It fell from her grip, landing in the grass with a dull thud. Though his weapon was partially concealed, Emhyr could still see how it glistened in the silver light. He shivered too, but for different reasons.

"Was that yours?" the dragoness asked. "It was just lying there and it looked so phal...pha...cocky that I thought it would be nice up my pussy." She nodded. "And it did feel good, but now that you're awake, well..."

She growled lustily and started to crawl towards to Emhyr on all fours, squeaking softly with her movements. The mercenary sat up and held up his hands.

"Wait!" he exclaimed and the dragoness paused, flapping her wings softly. "I don't know what you're...ok, I think I know what you intend on doing, but...well, who are you?"

"Me?" The dragoness tilted her head, but her gaze remained fixed on him. In fact, they hadn't moved at all yet. Had she even blinked? Emhyr wasn't sure.

"Yes, you," Emhyr said.

"Oh, me!" the dragoness exclaimed excitedly and squeakily. "I'm...um, I have a name but it's sooo long. Like, why is it so long? It's...well, it starts with Dyz and then it's...um--"

"Dyz?" Emhyr murmured, brow furrowing. "Like Dyzmanentros?"

"Yeah!" the dragoness squeaked shrilly. "Like Dyzman...whatever you said! But you can just call me Dyz!"

"Dyzmanentros, the scourge of the Darktin Barony?" Emhyr said. "That Dyzmanentros?"

"Uh, I guess?" Dyz said, eyes as bright and yellow as always. She definitely hadn't blinked.

"But..." Emhyr frowned.

He stared at the dragoness, so humanoid and feminine and draconic all the same, and yet...could it be? His quarry Dyzmanentros was a dark scaled dragon that walked on all fours and was certainly much larger than the slight specimen so close to him, even if she was more endowed in some areas than other.

"But what?" Dyz said and sighed. "This is so boring. So much talking when we should be fucking!" She hissed and surged forward to barely an arm length's away from Emhyr. "Come on, like, I know you have a cock."

"Whoa, whoa!" Emhyr exclaimed. Up close, the dragoness looked different. What had seemed like scaled hide from afar was really just shiny black squeaky skin with scale-like patterns inscribed upon them. Her big breasts were even more enticing at this distance, but her pink nipples were stiff and shiny. Her tongue and eyes were also as flat as her scales, and he saw what appeared to be painted on lashes protruding from above her eyes. Though she moved as if alive, Emhyr knew that there was no way that the creature before him was constructed of flesh and bone like him.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head, always smiling, always excited. "Do you not have a cock?"

"No, no, I do but..." He stood and looked down at the kneeling dragoness. "Tell me, Dyz, do you...do you know me?"

Dyz stared up at Emhyr, and he imagined she would be squinting at him if she could. Her tail swayed behind her and a few seconds later she nodded excitedly.

"I totally do!" she said. "You like...like, hurt me or something? And I was running from you because...because my wings hurt?" She looked over her shoulder, and her small wings fluttered. "But they're totes fine now!"

"Sure seem so," Emhyr said, staring at the flapping limbs. "And, er, how are they fine?"

"Oh! I know that too! I, uh..." She clenched and unclenched her clawed hands in the grass. "I stumbled and fell--teehee, I'm such a klutz--into this pool of sticky stuff and it clung to me and when I got out I was all sexy! And then, I was upset for some reason and I started to run and then...like, I don't know, but I'm so happy I'm so sexy now. Oh!" She looked up Emhyr. "And then I thought of you since you're a cute guy and I thought you would totally want to fuck me!"

"Right..."

"So? Do you want to?"

"Huh?" Emhyr blinked.

"Ugh," Dyz sighed. "Do you want to, like, fuck me or not?"

"I..." Emhyr stared down at the dragoness. Did he want to fuck the dragoness? He shook his head and pushed the thought out of his mind. He had to think about more important things, like if his quarry had really turned into a strange, shiny and squeaky dragoness, where did that leave him? He could take her horns and tails, he supposed, but that seemed wrong somehow, and he also doubted the baron would accept what would only look like fakes. Perhaps he could bring Dyz herself with him and she could explain it. It was a longshot, but better than no chance of a bounty at all.

"You what?" Dyz asked. "You do?"

"Er," Emhyr said. "Maybe. Listen, Dyz. Would you...would you like to come with me to the Darktin Barony?"

"I guess?" Dyz said. "Like, are you asking me on a date?"

"No," Emhyr sighed. "I'm asking if you'll travel with me to prove that...oh, nevermind. Will you just...will you follow me?"

"Follow a hunky man?" Dyz squeaked. "Like, duh!"

"Oh good," Emhyr said with a sigh of relief. "Then--"

"On one condition!" Dyz continued.

"One condition?" Emhyr said.

"Yep! That you fuck me!"

"Uh..." Emhyr looked sideways. "I mean, I suppose so. If that's what it takes..."

"Good!" Dyz exclaimed, excitedly pawing at the mercenary's covered crotch. "Show me your cock! I want to suck it!"

"But you just said--"

"Like, whatever! Let me see your dick!"

Emhyr sighed, but complied, fiddling with his armor to remove the plating over his crotch before dropping his linen trousers around his boots. Dyz's body squeaked as she leaned forward hungrily, snout poking at Emhyr's underwear and rebounding off his covered cock. Emhyr laughed and pulled down his underwear next, exposing his stiff shaft. Dyz squealed in excitement and brought her clawed hands to touch it. Emhyr's eyes widened and he reached down to push them away, but her hands were faster. He was relieved then, when the claws proved to be rather soft, feeling quite good on his throbbing cock actually. They squeaked as she ran her claws down his length and they both shivered in excitement.

"Ooh, this is nice," Dyz said. "Thick and juicy, just how I like 'em! No, love 'em!"

"Just don't eat it," Emhyr said.

"Heehee," the dragoness giggled, scooting towards the mercenary. "As if!"

She dropped her hands, opened her jaws, and looked up at Emhyr. Though her eyes were motionless and flat, he still felt as if she expected something.

"What?" he asked.

"Aren't you going to use the handles?" she asked, tapping her horns. "They're, like, for you!"

"Oh!" Emhyr said, reaching down and grabbing the horns. "Ok, so, I'm just going to--"

Dyz hissed and darted her head forward, and before Emhyr knew it, his cock was entering her mouth. He shivered at the sensation of her seemingly dull teeth nibbling at his shaft while she took him in, the inside of her mouth warm and pleasant. It was like he was deep into a real woman rather than a squeaky snout, and he instinctively thrust and heard Dyz squeak in delight below him. He smiled, both from the pleasure and the apparent absurdity of the situation. Here he was, getting a blowjob from what should have been injured, though a still fearsome dragon but was instead a pleasingly proportioned dragoness who was apparently good at fellatio. He groaned and didn't thrust anymore as Dyz shifted her snout up and down his length, his arousal rising with every passing moment. His smile widened then vanished as he looked down at Dyz to see the dragoness was staring at him with those unblinking excited eyes. He shifted his gaze to her breasts instead, so large and round and perfectly shaped, and wondered what it would be like to touch them. They seemed to have no heft, but he was sure they would be pleasant to the touch if the inside of her mouth was any indication. He shuddered and moaned while holding tights onto those horns, Dyz squeaking along with him. He was so close, and yet he needed a little more. A little more, a little more and he would--

He tugged forward hard on those horns as he let out another moan, this one deeper and followed by his cock stiffening in its confine. In the next moment, he came, cock twitching and Dyz squeaking in satisfaction with every spurt of seed in her snout. Emhyr groaned as his cock slowly came out of Dyz's snout, the dragoness nibbling all the while, intensifying his pleasure. He let go of her horns and stepped back, staring in a pleasured daze forward as she looked up at him, little bits of his seed spilling down her snout and neck.

"So tasty!" Dyz said. "A snacky start!"

"Start?" Emhyr questioned, still shivering slightly.

"Totes!" Dyz exclaimed. "You still need to, like, fuck me!"

Even after orgasm, his cock still pulsed hard and stiff. It was odd since he usually needed more time than that for another go, but he wasn't going to question his cock, not when it felt so good. He smiled and looked to Dyz to find the dragoness scraping the seed that dribbled down her snout back into her maw. He grabbed his dick and was ready to say something confident and sexual, but then he noticed his shaft felt oddly insensitive. Wondering if it was just numb from its recent use, he looked down and saw his shaft stir and throb, visibly growing bigger while also becoming dark purple and...slightly shiny?

"Agh!" Emhyr yelped, jumping back, his cock wobbling up and down stiffer than it had ever been before. He gaped at the sight of its alterations, changes that didn't cease at just his shaft, his testicles drawing tightly against his cock as they too deepened purple.

"Like, what's this?" Dyz said, crawling towards Emhyr's cock. "Shiny!"

She reached out a clawed hand, and Emhyr slapped it away and that had been easier than he had expected. She seemed relatively light despite being only somewhat shorter than him.

"D-don't touch it!" Emhyr gasped.

But the dragoness would not be deterred. Ever smiling, ever excited, she reached again with both hands to clutch at the larger, stiffer and sturdier cock while Emhyr's pubic hair fell out above it, the skin around his member tingling. Emhyr shuddered out of reflex more than anything because he didn't feel the touch at all, only a throbbing, pleasurable pulse near the base of his cock as she tugged at it. He groaned and meant to swat her hands away, but she pulled before he had a chance. He gasped, shivering as his cock came off with a loud pop, the pleasure and sense of relief from the release so overwhelming that he didn't notice for a few moments that it was gone. Then he blinked as he noticed Dyz holding what looked to be a plastic replica of a cock, squeaking happily as she turned it over in her hands. With a fast beating heart, he looked down to find what lay at his crotch.

Between Emhyr's legs was plush, deep purple womanhood, or at least the facsimile of femininity, a plump mostly purple smooth slit tingled pink on its lips and with dark lines inscribed to appear as if it were scaled and with a plump, pink nub nestled between its folds. Not believing his eyes, Emhyr stared but between his legs remained his newfound femininity, watching as a black arrow helpfully pointed downwards etched itself above his opening. No longer willing to look, he shifted his gaze to Dyz, who pressed what was once her cock between her breasts, giggling all the while.

"You..." Emhyr gasped, not quite comprehending what was happening. "Dyz, you...give me my cock back!"

"But it's my toy now!" Dyz said, looking to Emhyr. Her snout opened up into a wider smile. "And like, you've got a pussy now, so what's the problem? You're set, sister!"

"S-sister?" Emhyr stuttered. "What do you--"

Emhyr coughed and clutched at his throat, his last words coming out with an odd squeaking tone. Dyz giggled and stood, sensually swaying her hips as she approached the taller mercenary.

"Sister, because you're totes a girl now!" Dyz giggled, pointing at Emhyr's slit with the cock turned dildo.

"I am not a girl!" Emhyr huffed and squeaked, his tone starting to soften as the skin on his neck started to smooth out and shed its hairs as its hue darkened, deep and purple, though slightly shiny.

"Oh yeah?" Dyz said. "Then why do you have a pussy?"

"It's not a pussy!" Emhyr insisted. "It's..."

He stared at the puffy, plastic slit, his eyes widening as the dark purple hue started to spread from it, running down his legs and up his stomach. He nervously rubbed his thighs together as they thickened and stretched squeakily, hairs shedding and muscle melting away from legs that shrank shorter and slender, his height slowly and subtly drawing with every second so that by the time Dyz stood before him, smiling and staring excitedly at his crotch, he was scarcely taller than her.

"A pussy," Dyz chirped. "A soft, squishy, sensitive fuck hole."

"No--" Emhyr started, all protests cut off as Dyz reached down and brushed a claw against his slit. That small touch sent shivers down Emhyr's spine, his squeaky folds surprisingly sensitive. Though part of him wanted to feel more of that, he stepped back and completely out of his boots. Surprised, he stumbled and fell onto his rear with a yelp and clank of his armor. He stared at his spread out legs, finding them long and thin and etched with what appeared to be scales, shivering as he felt such scales spread around an increasingly smooth and shapely rear. More concerning, however, were his shrinking feet. They laid stiffly pointed upwards so that he could see his toes twist and press out with slight squeaks with talons that were pink and shiny under the moonlight. He wiggled his toes and only partially succeeded, the digits surprisingly stiff yet light.

"Ooh!" Dyz exclaimed, getting on her hands and knees to examine his talons. "Want me to, like, suck those too?"

Emhyr shook his head and scooted away, or at least tried to. While his arms functioned easily enough, his legs hardly provided enough force to move him an inch. It wasn't just that they felt light and hollow, but that the rest of him was heavier so he was unbalanced in his stance. He attempted to dig his talons into the ground, yet the claws that should be sharp did little more than squeak as they scraped against the dirt. He huffed in annoyance in a higher tone, the spreading purple plasticity coming up to his chin and also continuing down his collar bone. Finally, he put his hands against the ground and pushed and somehow managed to get to his feet, wobbling uncertainly with creaks and groans on his long, slender legs. His footing became even more tenuous as his heels abruptly lifted, and he only remained standing because he caught himself on a nearby tree. He held onto it, standing upon his toes and talons now and panting as his still thickening thighs rubbed against each other with slight squeaks while his hips gently pulled apart with intermittent creaks. Somewhat stable, Emhyr tried to take stock of the situation, but it was impossible to think clearly as more parts of him shifted and squeaked. Beneath his chestplate, he felt his stomach flatten and his waist start to press in while his nipples stiffened. His pectorals softened and pressed out in small mounds, brushing increasingly sensitive nipples against his undershirt and armor both so that he shivered and moaned. More distracting, however, was the sensation of his nipples twisting beneath his armor into shapes not so unfamiliar, matching the nozzles on Dyz's own swollen chest. He shivered and moaned, one hand dropping to grab for a cock that was simply no longer there but held in the dragoness's clawed hands. Emhyr's muddled mind settled on pressing into his slit instead, and he sighed in the pleasure it brought, relieved for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He hastily drew his hand away, staring at it accusingly as if it had done that on its own, as if he hadn't wanted to feel what his tight little slit felt like...

Had he?

He blinked but more because he noticed that the hand that had touched his feminine slit throbbed harshly, his other hand less so. He quickly pulled off his gauntlets and found that his hand had started to change from the close contact, his fingers stiffening as they stretched smaller, then longer, pink claws pressing out from his nails. His hand spasmed and his forming claws scratched squeakily against the apparently purple scaled surface that then started to spread down his wrist and to the rest of his arm, shedding hair and subsuming skin in favor of that shining deep lavender hued hide. He looked from one hand to the other and found its compatriot changing too, though it was a little behind.

"No," Emhyr gasped.

"Like, so much yes!" Dyz countered, getting up on her feet to stand before him, staring at him with those unblinking eyes with her hands and his former cock on her hips. "You were kind of hot, but now you'll be cute instead!"

"Why?" Emhyr panted, shaking his head as clumps of hair began to fall away by the handful. "Why is this happening?"

"Why?" Dyz giggled. "Why would I, like, know that? It just is!"

Emhyr nodded, more of his hair falling away while his ears flattened and pressed into his skull, fading away into featureless flatness, at least until scaled shapes etched their way across his increasingly purple, balding scalp. How could the ditzy dragoness know? The only one that he could blame, he knew, was himself. What had he been thinking cavorting with a creature changed by the magic of the Fortress, or at least something outside it? The truth was that it wasn't his mind that had been thinking, but his cock, and now that former part of him was held by the dragoness, who stroked at it lovingly before inserting it into her mouth with a giggle. Emhyr snarled at the sight, his face creaking as it began to press out into a draconic snout. That was his cock, not hers!

Enraged, Emhyr lunged forward and reached for the cock turned toy, or at least that's what he intended to do, forgetting about the uneven distribution of his altered body. So he tripped and fell onto his hands and knees, rear up and snout pressing and bouncing against the ground with a surprised squeak from him. Dazed, his arms and legs struggled to support his heavy chest, at least until the fleshy part of him became less so as the alterations accelerated. He panted and wheezed as his waist pressed in more sharply, his figure far more feminine beneath his chest plate. For a moment, he felt lightheaded, his heart pumping faster and faster until it suddenly started to slow, each breath that emerged from his stretching snout sounding less husky and more squeaky as his lungs stopped struggling to intake and press out air and the beating of his heart died away, as if his organs had simply ceased to be. He giggled at this thought, snout still creaking forward, before he wondered why he had giggled. He wasn't sure what so funny, but an airy, bubbly feeling was rising straight from his hollow limbs and chest to his head, and it didn't feel so wrong. In fact, it felt more right to be void and vacant, squeaky and slippery than be heavy and fleshy and bony.

"No," Emhyr hissed, shaking his head and gritting teeth that squeaked as they scraped against each other, longer and whiter and rubbery instead of sharp. He mentally pushed against that foreign feeling of bubbliness and it seemed to work, at least until parts of him began to bubble themselves. His raised rear, already smooth and shapely, became shapelier still as his cheeks inflated, ballooning out into an ample ass while a tail tugged out above it, extending with every harried squeak and moan from the former man. It stretched and stretched with aching, creaking groans, dark purple and sleek with a pretty pink underside. It swayed lazily about while on the underside of its base a black arrow inscribed itself that pointed down to the ringed hole that lay between the plump cheeks of his rear, a hole that only became much more sensitive than it had before as it stretched slightly rounder and more prominent. Emhyr shivered at both the sensation of his tail's growth and the alterations to his asshole, but his attention was brought higher up as his chest now surged, the small mounds swelling out larger and larger, and would have swelled larger still if not for the chestplate that hung loosely on his chest. He squirmed at how his constrained chest felt, hissing and panting while his thinning, forking tongue clung to the bottom of his mouth and stayed there, melding into a mere outline. He reached with one hand to undo his armor, but he had trouble with his less dextrous claws. He squeaked his distress, and Dyz came up behind him, but her eyes were drawn to his lifted tail and his presented hole.

"Oh!" she squealed. "You've got another hole! Like, want me to fuck it?"

"No!" Emhyr protested in a tone high pitched and decidedly feminine, though it bore a constant hiss. He willed his tail to lower, but the inflated appendage stayed saucily up. He wiggled his rear in annoyance, and that only seemed to encourage Dyz, who giggled and grabbed at his tail. He gasped as she rubbed the rubber toy up and down the underside of his tail, the surface surprisingly sensitive. He squirmed but managed to flip himself so that he was sitting on his plump rear, tail snaking out between his legs, and his claws were clutching at the grass while his burgeoning breasts pressed insistently at his chestplate. He snarled as he looked up at Dyz, who couldn't help but smile at him and his finally finished snout, permanently set in a lustful grin that couldn't help but smile back.

He blinked as he saw his sloping snout in his vision now, his nose now little more than painted on black nostrils. He realized with a start that not only could he not smell because of his lack of a nose, but because of his lack of breath. He squeaked and air wheezed out of his muzzle, but he wasn't sure of from where. He reached up and felt at his snout, ignoring his swelling tits for now to feel how his muzzle stretched out further than his face ever had, but also how he had no tongue and biting at his digits with his teeth only caused squeaky sounds and nothing more. He shivered at this just as frills folded out from the side of his draconic cranium, small folds that fluttered while a thin, pink fin formed from the top of his head halfway down the back of his neck.

"Wow!" Dyz exclaimed. "You're soooo cute!"

Emhyr meant to snarl at the compliment, but that bubbly feeling pressed against his mind again. Without meaning too, he giggled and bit coyly at a claw.

"Like, thanks!" he exclaimed in that high pitched, feminine voice.

His eyes widened and froze. He hadn't meant to say that! He definitely didn't crave compliments for this form, for even as sexy as it was, it--

Sexy?

He blinked and then couldn't blink again as his eyes stiffened. His mouth dropped opened as he felt his eyes press back, flattening into painted on pink reptilian slits framed with feminine lashes that made her look excited and sultry all the same. He tried to move his eyes, but they were immobile now, adjustment of his gaze requiring him to move his head, a head that was beginning to feel increasingly heavy and he wasn't sure why. There wasn't anything inside that hadn't been there before, right?

"You're welcome!" Dyz squeaked. "I love your frills, but like, what's up with that metal?"

Emhyr looked down at his chest and saw his armor, still in the way. No, it wasn't in the way, it was protecting him from...protecting him from what? From seeing his beautiful boobs? Why wouldn't he want to see his tits?

"No, no," he hissed. "I don't have tits."

"You totes do!" Dyz giggled, squeezing at one of her own breasts, shivering and squeaking. "Why don't we see them?"

"No, don't--"

But it was too late. Dyz dropped the dildo and straddled the squirming man to remove his armor. He tried to push her away, but he lacked the strength now. Hollow and filled with air, the dragon and him were equals now, and that made sense. They were both dragonesses after all, cute draconic chicks that--

"I'm, like, not cute!" Emhyr protested as Dyz undid straps and buckles, her generous bust right in his face. He stared at it longingly, wishing for such a set before he realized what he had been thinking.

"You totes are!" Dyz snorted. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about...about..." Emhyr groaned, holding his head as the bubbliness pressed again and he pressed back, his head continuing to ache because of it. His head felt so heavy, so full compared to the rest of him and especially compared to his two empty holes. So empty, when they should be so full, unlike his head. His mind was burdened by thoughts and doubts, when it should be free to desire whatever it pleased, including big tits and bigger cocks.

"No, no, no!" Emhyr squeaked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dyz squealed, pressing her tits into Emhyr's chest, her nozzle nipples scraping against his loosening armor.

Emhyr tore his gaze away from Dyz's tits and towards the ground. He instantly locked onto the dildo lying there in the grass, perfectly illuminated under the silver light. He...he hungered for it as he had never hungered before, and not because it had been his cock, because that was silly, dragon girls didn't have dicks. No, dragon girls desired dick, and wasn't he a soft, squeaky dragon girl? Wasn't he a she? Wasn't she a dragoness?

"N-no," Emhyr stuttered. "I'm, like..."

Like what? He asked himself this even as he reached for the dildo, his claws coming so close. What was he? He certainly wasn't a man anymore, hadn't been one for sometime and he certainly wasn't a mercenary, whatever that was. He was, he had to admit, female, which meant that he was a she and she was a dragoness, a squeaky, shiny dragoness with wide hips, thick thighs, a plush, cushiony rear, a thick tail, squeaky, shiny painted on scales, a needy slit, and big titties that were revealed as her chestplate fell off and her shirt was torn off and thrown away by Dyz with some effort. Her breasts, finally freed, swelled out slightly larger still to a size that Emhyr knew she wouldn't be able to cup with her claws, which was perfect for her. They were the same size as Dyz's and, like the other dragoness's, they were perky and stayed up, filled with air as they were. Emhyr was busty, and that suited her as a squeaky, ditzy dragoness that craved cock and to be stuffed as she was meant to be, just as much a plaything as the thick purple dildo she clutched in her claws.

"W-wait," Emhyr squeaked, staring at the dildo. "This is total...tota...totes wrong!"

"What is?" Dyz asked. "Your tits seem totes right!"

To demonstrate, Dyz reached forward and squeezed at Emhyr's breasts with her claws, the new dragoness's squeaky tits surprisingly pliable. Emhyr shivered at their sensitivity, especially as Dyz teased at her nozzled nipples. Dyz giggled and squeezed again, and this time Emhyr felt a surge of bubbliness rush up in her head, pushing away thoughts that she had been holding onto. She gasped and would have pouted if she could, but those thoughts floating away and slipping out of her mind felt right, actually. It felt good for there to be more space in her head and even better that for there to be less heavy thoughts hanging around. After all, weren't they keeping her from having fun?

"But..." Emhyr murmured. "I...like, don't want to have fun?"

"Of course you do!" Dyz giggled, squeezing Emhyr's breasts harder now.

Emhyr gasped, feeling air gush up with some giddiness that sent her giggling, especially as more of those heavy thoughts became lighter and simply drifted away into nothingness. What had she been worried about again? She clenched her smiling snout together as she tried to think, but that was becoming harder to do and the concern that came to mind seemed old, outdated. It was about a cock, her cock and still she squealed.

"Give it back!" she demanded.

"Give what back?" Dyz asked, tilting her head and squeezing Emhyr's breasts again.

"My...my..." she puzzled at what she wanted. "My cock?"

"You're holding it, silly!"

Emhyr squeaked as she realized how foolish she sounded. She wasn't dumb, just a bit ditzy, and even ditzier while more concerns and memories fled her increasingly empty mind. Why would she want her cock back when she'd never had one in the first place? She giggled. Dragonesses didn't have dicks, but she sure loved them. In fact, she held one in her claws right now! Sure, it wasn't a real one, but it would do well enough. Still, she stared at it and found it familiar. She felt as if she had used it before, but the memories were weird, grunting and thrusting rather than squeaky and taking in. She paused, puzzled, before Dyz tweaked her nipples, causing those memories to leave like so much air rushing out of her. She squeaked, wondering what she had been thinking about, giggling at her own forgetfulness. That was her, Emptyheaded Emhyr...Emhy...yes, that was right, Emhy!

"Emhy!" she announced, raising the dildo triumphantly.

"Huh?" Dyz squeaked.

"That's, like, my name!" the purple dragoness said. "At least, I think it is?"

"Oh!" Dyz said. "I'm Dyz!"

"I knew that!" Emhy huffed, squealing as Dyz pressed her breasts together. She shivered and feltl the last of those heavy thoughts rush away, along with some lighter ones as well. She hissed, some portion of her trying to pull them back, as she leaned forward into Dyz's pleasurable embrace, her shoulders creaking as they narrowed while her shoulderblades squeaked and ached as small wings folded out, stretching slightly larger and larger each time Dyz teasingly squeezed her breasts. Her wings flapped even as those unneeded memories, dreams, and desires soared away towards that silver light, lost forever in the night, not that the dragoness cared. Nothing surged forward in her inflated head to replace them, but rather those small seeds that had been planted by the black scaled dragoness, salacious wants and needs, took root and blossomed, not taking up much room at all. She had a small pool of purpose and that was just fine, since her cravings to suck and fuck, to rub and caress, to fill others needs and be filled would no doubt bring her and others unparalleled pleasure. She giggled at the thought of such things, desiring it above all else, all thoughts of a bounty, being a man, a human man, and escape from this place overcome by an insatiable lust.

"Having fun now?" Dyz asked.

"Like, duh!" Emhy laughed, before looking bashfully away. "But like...what's your name again?"

"I just told you, it's Dyz!" Dyz snorted, leaning back and placing her hands on her hips. "You're such an airhead, Emhy!"

"So are you!" Emhy said, looking back to the black scaled dragoness. "A hot, sexy airhead."

"Oh yeah?" Dyz asked.

"Totes!" Emhy squeaked with a nod.

"Hot enough to fuck?"

"Well duh!"

"Good," Dyz growled. "You owe me one!"

"I do?" Emhy paused then giggled. "I guess I do! You would totally know better than me!"

"Well?" Dyz chirped expectantly. "What are you waiting for? Let's, like, fuck!"

Emhy nodded excitedly, but squeaked as Dyz snatched the dildo from her.

"Hey!" Emhy cried.

"I'm on top," Dyz declared. "Just don't forget to use that tail."

Before Emhy could reply, Dyz pushed her down on her back, and the other dragoness let it happen, the two air filled dragons about equal in strength. She smiled up at Dyz, and Dyz smiled down at her because that's all they could do. Though really, they could do more as Dyz leaned down, pressing her snout to Emhy's as their breasts squished and squeaked together, nozzly nipples rubbing and clicking from contact. They shared a kiss as best they could, rubbery teeth nibbling at each other's snouts while Dyz hissed and lowered the dildo, positioning it right above Emhy's slit. Emhy shivered in anticipation before remembering she had a role in this too. She giggled and brought her hands to grope at Dyz's plump butt while her tail lifted from between her legs, tapering point rising to poke and prod at the dragoness's thighs before settling steady and ready near her partner's slit as well. They pulled their snouts apart and stared at each other, smiling seductively as ever, bodies squeaking as they twitched with anticipation that was palpable. For a fleeting instant, Emhy felt doubt at what she was about to do. Was she really going to penetrate and be penetrated by another dragoness? It seemed...it seemed...

Sexy!

She giggled and her doubt fled. She was a sexy, squeaky dragoness and that was just fine, what remained of that male mercenary in her mind doing in the next moment doing what it had done many times before, though in different circumstances and for vastly varying reasons.

Emhy squeaked and squealed as Dyz thrust into her, and Dyz squealed and squeaked as Emhy penetrated her. The two reptilians writhed, Emhy squeezing her lover's rounded rump and appreciating her own cushioning while Dyz nuzzled her snout into Emhy's bountiful bosom. As Emhy's feminine slit spread and happily accepted what had once been her cock, she had the odd thought that this was the first time she was being fucked. It was silly, because she knew she loved to screw and stuff, so how could it be her first time? No, it only felt like her first time and it was wondrous, her inner walls creaking and squeaking as it happily accepted more and more of that thick toy while she herself pushed the tip of her tail deeper into Dyz's slit, her pleasure intensified by the sensitive underside of her tail rubbing against Dyz's smooth inner walls. She shivered as Dyz nibbled at her nipples, and so she brought her hands to caress at her lover's bust, squeezing at the sensitive, shiny skin and tweaking those nozzled nipples. Her tight pussy clenched and she let out a puff of air from her mouth, smiling as always as her arousal built higher and higher and she took in more and more while pushing her tail in further and further. She purred, squirming and lost in the lust, wrapping her arms around Dyz to bring her closer, their snouts touching and nibbling and kissing as the dragonesses pressed in deeper into the other while their airy minds soared higher and higher on their mounting pleasure. They worked faster, frenzied by their desire for lust and love, rubbing and thrusting with creaky caresses and squeaky kisses. They hissed and writhed but didn't blink or stop smiling throughout, even as they reached their climax, a finish precipitated by the sound of silence quickly followed by hissing gasps, moans, and shrieky squeaks that all echoed as one through the night.

Dyz collapsed onto Emhy with a sigh, not from exhaustion but the sheer overload of pleasure. Below her Emhy went slightly limp too, squeaking and squirming from the dildo so buried deeply within her even as she struggled to extricate her tail from Dyz's pussy, though she stopped as she realized it should stay there. After all, she still needed it, still longed for more, even as the afterglow washed over her. She was a creature of dark purple plastic filled with seemingly nothing but air, yet deep down she was a lusty, ditzy dragoness that was also filled with lust, a want that could never be truly satiated and never tired of it either; she always longing, always lusting, and that was just perfect, especially since she had another dragoness nearby for all of her wants and needs, though she did desire some real cock too, but that could wait. She wasn't bored of Dyz, couldn't be bored of Dyz, but if they wanted to do something different, they could always go find someone else, like a cute guy with a big dick or a pretty girl with some fun fleshy boobies to squeeze or maybe even something or someone with both! It didn't matter, just as long as they had someone they could tease and please and maybe even make another sister, something inside Emhy telling her she could do just that. The dragoness would be fine--more than fine, actually. Pleased was more fitting. Still, that could wait until later, because now Dyz looked at her with those lusty eyes and that sultry smile, and she looked back with the same expression on her snout and eyes because that's all they could do and that was just fine. She hissed, Dyz hissed, and before long both dragonesses were at it again, the squeaks and creaks of their lovemaking echoing through the night and beyond as the silver light of the Fortress of Minds gave way to the golden sunlight.