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The Dragoness of Salsea

Chapter 1: The Only Dragoness

Sponsored by TerinasTiger

By Draconicon

Salsea University was the only real college in the port town. There were others that taught little trades, crafts, and other practical things, but SU was the only place one could go to get a degree that went beyond that. Sarina had hoped that such a serious goal would have shielded her from the same ridiculous fascination that her species garnered her back in high school, but that hope proved unfounded on the very first day. And while she hoped that the wolf-whistles and skirt-lifting and worse would have stopped after she complained to her advisor on the university staff, it only got worse.

The dragoness crossed one of the three big plazas on campus, circling around the far side of the fountain in the middle to try and keep it between her and the few other students around this early in the morning. Her arms were wrapped tight around her laptop bag, her eyes fixed to the cobblestones beneath her feet as she shuffled along, and her glasses slowly sliding down her snout every time she made a move. But at least nobody seemed to have seen her yet.

Even so, she could hear the conversation across the square. It wasn't like the other students were being quiet.

"What do you think that dragoness is like in bed?"

"I don't know. Got the hips for egg-laying though, doesn't she?"

"Heh, wonder where she came from. Never seen one of them outside the tabloids."

"Someone should take her away for breeding, ha! Save the species!"

The laugher that followed didn't cut as deep as it usually did. She had heard it enough in the last two weeks to be a bit more immune to it, but that didn't make it pleasant. Sarina ducked her head, hurrying up the steps to the main building.

The hallways were just starting to fill. Not surprising; she'd made sure to come early to avoid the rush that happened after breakfast - around 9:00 was when it got bad - and she still had a half hour or so before she was due at class. The dragoness debated going to the library, but the memory of the librarian's rather...obvious...leers had turned her away from it.

Deciding to wait outside her first class until the door was unlocked, the dragoness took a turn -

"Oh, looky what we have here."

Sarina froze in place, the red and black dragoness not daring to move as she felt the claws sinking into her shoulder. She could already smell the meat-breath of the wolf behind her, the teeth nearly biting at her ear as the female leaned in and pressed herself close.

"Sarina, Sarina. I thought I was seeing things. What brings the only dragoness in the free world to school this early? Here to beg the dean to keep you here one more day?"

"Nobody's trying to kick me out of school, Erna. I'm following the rules...unlike you."

"Oh, so I fucked a teacher. Who doesn't by the time they graduate?"

The wolf chuckled, her hands starting to slide down the dragoness's shoulders towards her chest. Sarina wiggled forward, barely getting out of reach in time to avoid being groped.

She spun around, putting her back to the wall and keeping a few feet between her and her molester. The wolf smiled, leaning back with one hand on her hip and licking the fingers of her other hand.

The school slut had been after her more insistently than any of the males, and while some of the guys had finally gotten the message to leave her alone, Erna had only gotten worse. Whether the gray-furred woman thought all of the dragoness's refusals meant that she must be a lesbian or whether Erna just thought that the dragoness was playing hard to get, she didn't know. She did know that it was starting to scare her a little bit.

"Look. I just...I just want to go to class, okay?"

"We got a half hour. Come on, if you don't want all those guys, there must be something you want?"

The wolf dragged her tongue between her middle and pointer finger in an obvious suggestion. Sarina blushed, shaking her head.

"No! I don't want anything. I just want to -"

"Oh, get off that high horse and live a little. You're the most wanted girl in school. Why don't you just enjoy it?"

"Just...leave me alone."

The dragoness turned away, shaking her head. The wolf's sigh of disappointment followed her around the corner, and the image of that tongue followed her for longer.

It wasn't the first proposition she'd gotten. Not even the twentieth, for that matter.

What does being a dragoness have to do with being attractive?

She honestly didn't know. Sure, she was the only one around the campus. The only one in the city, as far as she knew, and perhaps the only one in this part of the country. The sheer exoticness might have gotten some attention for a while, but that should have died off after a couple of weeks. She didn't understand the obsession that kept following her around.

The dragoness stopped by the bathroom on the way to class, making her way to the mirror. She stared at herself, trying for the umpteenth time to see what the hell other people were seeing.

She wasn't a small woman. She stood at six foot six, with narrow shoulders and a slightly longer neck than most anthros had. Not a giraffe by any means, but definitely more than a wolf or fox might have had. Her sweater was stretched forward a bit by her breasts, the globes standing out at the border between a D and DD, but she'd made sure that they had enough support to keep from dragging her down.

The yellow sweater ended where a red skirt began, the cloth running down to her knees. An older pair of long socks went to the hem and a bit above it, keeping her legs covered, and sneakers completed the look.

Fashion didn't explain the attention, and neither did her features, she thought. She had black scales along the side of her face and down her neck and arms, but at the hollow of her throat, crimson pooled and ran down towards her chest. The sweater kept people from seeing how far it went, but it made for a nice, if not unique, look.

What do they see? she wondered. Why do they keep coming after me?

She shook her head. Not that they would want to, once they saw what she looked like out of her clothes. Sarina gathered up her back and turned to the stalls behind her, sliding inside and pulling her panties down.

The cock that flopped out bounced a few times before settling down. It was a very simple thing, long enough to be problematic when she wasn't tucking it between her ass cheeks and thick enough to make it show if she wasn't careful. She delicately pulled her foreskin back, did her business, and wiped everything as clean as possible.

Need to pick up some more tape, she thought as she pulled her dick back under her tail. She carefully taped it down, then tossed the empty center of the roll in the trash. Well...one more day.

The dragoness walked out of the bathroom and joined the growing throng of students that were headed to class. At least most of her teachers didn't have the same issue as the students. Most of them.

#

The day wound forward little by little. The time in the classrooms went by too quickly, and the time between them went by too slowly. Her life was a game of hide and seek from those that were too pushy to accept no for an answer and knew the little nooks and crannies on the campus to corner her for a feel or to try and force her to give up a bit more than she wanted. So far, she was successful in avoiding them, but she wasn't sure how much longer her luck would hold out.

She kept to the open squares as much as possible, avoiding the shortcuts between the different parts of the campus. Any of the narrow runs between the buildings or the quick paths along the carpark were avoided like the plague. Too many places where she could be pinned down or pulled out of sight.

But it meant that she had to run to get where she needed to go. At least it kept her in shape.

Sarina was just coming from one lesson to head to a late lunch when she almost ran right into a crowd gathered outside the front door of the university. She paused, going up on tiptoe to see what was going on.

A wide-eyed raven stood on the steps, waving his arms around, feathers flying everywhere as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"They're here! I have seen them. Great, ravening beasts that have come from the forms of men and women! Demons that have risen from the pit and threaten our very way of life. Scaled creatures of magic and myth that would rend us limb from limb if they did not shackle us as their slaves first! Open your eyes, people! Open your eyes and see what is really out there!"

Haven't had a crazy guy preaching at us for a while...

Sarina shook her head. At least he was keeping everyone else interested in him rather than her for a change. It'd give her a chance to sneak around.

She slipped back down the hall, taking a sharp right and moving down to one of the other doors. It was a smaller staff entrance, but unlike most of them, it hadn't been booby trapped as a fire escape. No alarms rang as she stepped outside, walking out along the side of the central plaza.

She was almost to the other side and the cafeteria when the raven turned and saw her. He screamed.

"AH! There! There is one of the creatures! Kill her!"

Sarina's eyes went wide, her head turning so fast that her glasses almost went flying. She stared at the raven with a stuttering jaw. Propositioning, she'd come to expect, but death threats?

Thankfully, the students - even those that looked interested - just laughed. They'd gotten so used to her, it seemed, that even though they wanted to bang her, they still thought he was full of shit. They dispersed, walking around him while the raven continued to shout that he was telling the truth, that she was one of the dangers of this world, that she needed to be destroyed.

Sarina just watched until the police drove up. Two cop cars stopped at the edge of the grounds and a trio of humans with two horse back-up officers stepped out. They walked across the campus, handcuffs in hand, and grabbed the raven in mid-speech.

He kept shouting as they dragged him backwards, and Sarina couldn't help but shake her head at him. The more he shouted, the more insane he sounded. If anything, she was starting to feel a bit sorry for him, particularly as the police officers threw him into the back of the car. She started to turn, then stopped.

...Something's wrong there...

She swore that there was a different shadow in the car. Maybe an officer that hadn't stepped out, or someone that had been waiting when the cops had arrived. Maybe this was a double arrest and they were both on the way to the station.

But if that was the case...why didn't the police car have the usual logo on it?

She watched the white cars drive off, staring at the blank side of the car. It could have been one of the undercover vehicles, she supposed, but that still didn't feel right. Something was off. Something was very, very off.

But there was nothing she could do about it. Sarina sighed, pulling out her phone and taking a picture of the departing car, and then went to the cafeteria. It was already crowded, but she knew that there were a few little hiding places for someone that knew where to find them...and someone that didn't mind eating jammed into a corner. Considering how it kept the grasping hands away, she was good with that.

#

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. She got a call from home, talked with family - family she barely remembered, if she was honest - while she was going through the harrowing process of reserving some books. The librarian loomed over her the whole time, staring down her shirt and making a few comments about what she and the rat might do together. The usual, sadly, and she did her best not to make a fuss of it.

After all, her advisor had said that she'd basically used up most of her pull when she got that guy expelled at the start of semester. She could complain, start a paper trail, but he admitted that it was very unlikely anything would happen unless she got flat-out raped. Even then...

The system is all screwed up.

She took her slip of paper for when the books came in and left. By then, the sun was most of the way down and the hillside town was covered in the orange and red glow of sunset. The low-rising buildings on the waterfront led the eye up to the much taller buildings at the top of the hill, making them seem all the higher by comparison.

And she had to walk all the way up that hill, since the trams were on their last runs, and she doubted she'd get to the station before they stopped.

Not for the first time, she flexed her wings and hmphed irritably under her breath. She was supposed to be a dragon, but the leathery things poking through the back of her sweater were not nearly big enough to lift her off the ground. Let her glide, yes, but fly? Not in a million years.

Though, considering the amount of muscle I'd need...

A slightly chubby dragoness like her wasn't likely to have that sort of thing. Shaking her head, she just set out, her sneakers tapping out a metronomic rhythm against the sidewalk as she went.

She thought back to the raven she'd seen earlier that day, remembering some of the things he was shouting. Normally, she wouldn't have given him a second thought. He had obviously been crazy, particularly with the way that he talked about stuff out of horror movies as if they were real. The police had been right to come and get him; he needed to be put somewhere for his own safety.

If they were police...

She tried to shake that thought away, but the more she thought about it, the more that she ran into a strange fuzziness in the back of her head. It was like her thoughts were being short-circuited every time she tried to think something through.

That shape in the car was what was doing it, she was sure.

Yep...yep, that's it.

Sarina stopped at the intersection at the edge of the university, lifting her glasses up a little to pinch the bridge of her snout. The more she thought about that weird shape, the more that fuzziness turned into a headache, and the more it ached, the harder it was to push herself to try and think about what it looked like.

It couldn't be that important, really. It was probably just another criminal, someone else that the cops had picked up doing something wrong. There was no reason for her to think about it too closely...

Was there?

Another blast of pain just behind her eyes told her to stop pushing her luck. She still needed to get home, and if she gave herself a migraine, then that wasn't going to happen.

Sarina crossed the street, walking parallel to the waterfront for a few blocks until she got to a less-steep part of the hill. She turned up it, groaning as the backs of her legs started to scream and complain about the incline, and tried to tell herself that it was only fifteen blocks to her apartment.

Just fifteen blocks. God...I need a job...

The dragoness had some assistance, admittedly. Her family sent her money every two weeks, some sort of allowance or something - she was never clear on the details, and the deep voice of her uncle on the other end of the phone never talked about it while they were on the line - and it was enough to cover tuition, food, and bills. Not enough to call a Lyft, though.

Groaning under her breath, she pushed herself to just keep walking. It was good exercise, she told herself. It'd keep her legs in good shape, and maybe she'd lose the bit of a belly she had.

The encouragement wasn't exactly helping, she had to admit. She was huffing and puffing from the incline by the halfway point, and needing to lean against the crossing poles when she reached the intersections to rest and catch her breath. She was almost more happy to see a red light than a green.

She was about two-thirds of the way up when she realized that she was being followed.

The sun had finished going down, so she didn't have the same amount of light that she had before, but she could make out shapes and silhouettes. With the streetlights yet to come on, she looked over her shoulder, glancing back the way she'd come.

It wasn't much, but she saw the signature look of wolf ears and the wag of a wolf's tail. The curve of a woman's hips and the general height told her that it could be a number of wolf women making their way home, but considering this one carried a bag at her side that looked the same as SU's bookbags, she knew who it was.

Erna.

Being spotted didn't seem to deter the wolf. If anything, she seemed to pick up the pace, crossing the street about a block down the hill and taking the incline at a jog. If Sarina had tried that, she would have been puking up her lungs.

Oh shit...

She was still five blocks away from her apartment, five long, arduous blocks on a hill that would kill fat people and send chubby ones to the hospital.

As soon as the light turned green, she ran. At least a hospital would let her pick a guest list.

Her feet beat the pavement hard, her tail flailing back and forth as she stumbled, caught herself, and kept running. Her heart was beating like a hammer against an anvil, except far faster than a blacksmith could have swung it. She pushed herself harder, faster, her throat aching from the exertion. It burned all the way down, sweat running from her brow.

A howl cut through the night, mocking as it was anything else. Sarina pushed herself faster, or at least, she tried to. She didn't know how successful she was.

A bit further, another block, two. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the wolf was only about twenty feet behind her and closing fast. In a panic, the dragoness ran for one of the alleys nearby, hoping that the flat level would give her a chance to catch her breath and open the gap a little bit.

It turned out to be the biggest mistake she could have made.

She rounded the corner, managed a few dozen steps, but then the claws sunk into her shoulder again. Just like that morning, but much firmer, much harder, and with a great deal more strength. The dragoness yelped as she was swung around, slammed into a brick building. Erna's arm came down into her chest, smooshing her breasts down and pinning her in place as well as restricting her air.

"You like to be chased, is that it?"

"Nnngh, let me go! This is rape!"

"Come on. You really think that someone's not going to chase after the only dragon we've seen in years?"

"What does that have to do with anything?! I'm just trying to live a normal life here!"

"No dragon is normal."

The wolf leaned in, her eyes almost seeming to glow.

No. They were glowing. The gold color that she'd seen time and again was getting stronger, bright enough that it wasn't just reflecting the little bit of light in the sky. Erna chuckled as Sarina stared, the dragoness going wide-eyed as the glow got brighter.

"Oh my god. You really don't know, do you?"

"K-know what?"

"Oh ho ho...this is gonna be fun..."

Erna pulled her arm back just enough to give Sarina a chance to breathe, and the black and red dragoness sucked at the air as fast as she could, coughing and sputtering as she did. The wolf female leaned her head back, looking over to the east where the moon was just starting to rise up.

"Heh. You want to know why I've been chasing you?"

The dragoness slowly nodded.

"Because there's not anyone on the Other Side that doesn't want to teach a dragon a lesson..."

The other side? What was -

Erna howled again, but this time, there was a different tone to it. Something deeper, something almost multi-tonal, like she was howling for an entire pack rather than just for herself. The sound echoed through the night, and strangely, it sent a shiver through her, a reverberation going from her toes up to her head and back down again. It left her dizzy, shaking, almost like she had a fever.

As she slumped back, trying to stay on her feet, Sarina watched as the other woman's arms started to lengthen, her legs pumping up with muscle and pushing out from her hips. Her gray fur grew thicker, shaggier as her body just...grew. Muscles seemed to pour over her frame from some invisible tap, and in the space of a few seconds, the other woman was looming over the dragoness rather than the other way around.

Sarina's jaw dropped as she stared at the school slut. Erna's clothes were ripping in long shreds along her shoulders as they burst out to the sides, her sleeves parting and tearing as her muscles grew bigger. Already big breasts grew heavier, pushing forward through a sweater that could no longer contain them, and the dark circles of other nipples pushed through the shaggy fur, begging for attention in the night air.

"Holy crap...holy crap..."

Panting for breath both from the run and the impossible sight before her, Sarina tried to slide away. The wolf's arm still kept her in place, bigger and bulkier and even heavier than before. All the while, Erna smirked, those golden eyes glowing brighter in the darkness, and her voice was deeper. Not manly, but heavier, sultrier, and yet bestial at the same time.

"The Other Side is filled with things that don't like your kind, Sarina. We've been looking to take our fun with them for a long time. You dragons picked the wrong side."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go!"

She squirmed, trying to push that arm away with both hands, but it was too big. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, her eyes going wide as the wolf - no, the werewolf, it had to be - leaned in. Erna was bigger than she had been, far bigger, standing nearly eight feet tall and with muscles that would have put the biggest gym bunny at the school to shame. She shook her head, desperately whispering, whimpering 'no' as the werewolf reached down to the hem of her skirt.

"I've been wanting to see you whimper like the little bitch you are, Sarina. Time for you to bow to the alpha wolf."

RIIIP!

The werewolf yanked at the dragoness's skirt, the red cloth coming off in shreds. A second pull, then a third left her with nothing but her panties, socks, and shoes below the waist, and the dragoness finally thought to use her legs.

She got one kick, and it hit well.

Erna gasped as the dragoness hit her right in the crotch, the toe of her sneakers finding the werewolf's clit. The canine slumped forward and Sarina desperately crawled through the space between the other woman's legs. She kept moving, her eyes wild, her mind gone. She had to get away, just had to get -

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Sarina yelped as she was pulled back by the ankle, clawed fingers wrapped around her leg so tight that she swore it was cutting off blood flow. Erna yanked her back along the pavement, the rough stuff leaving scratches along her scales, then shoved her back against the wall.

The dragoness could hardly think. Fear ruled her mind, and beneath it, something else pushed at that fuzzy, painful barrier that kept coming up every time that she had thought of that shape in the car. Every time that she looked at Erna, she felt it. Every time that Erna touched her, it got stronger.

"Let me go! Please, just let me go! I didn't do anything to you."

"No, but your species did. Dragons have been pushing the rest of us down for the Blinded for years. You think those mortals live free because of their guns and rules? They live free because the dragons pushed us down."

"I never did any of that, though!"

"No...but it'll send a message to the rest of them."

Erna chuckled, one large paw reaching up and stroking the side of Sarina's snout.

"Besides...I've always wondered what dragoness pussy tasted like..."

"Y-you'll be disappointed!"

"I doubt it."

The werewolf moved in a blur, claws going from the side of the dragoness's face down to her crotch. One quick slice -

Flop.

She'd been sweating so hard that the tape had come loose, and trembling so much that the position of the tuck hadn't quite held. Sarina's cheeks burned as hot as they possibly could, her eyes closing tightly as she felt her dick hanging down between her legs, the length trying and failing to shrivel in the combination of cold air and warm fur near it.

"...What...the fuck..."

"Nnngh...don't look..."

She tried to close her legs, tried to tuck it behind her thighs again, but Erna grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. The other went down, grabbing the dragoness's dick.

"Nnngh! Let go! Let go!"

"Where's your pussy? What the fuck is this?"

"I don't have one!"

"What the fuck..."

Erna actually lifted her up, holding her off the ground and probing behind the dragoness's balls for the slit that the canine obviously expected to be there. The dragoness just whimpered, her cheeks burning hotter and hotter in this horrible humiliation. Tears started to well up as she was forcefully reminded about what she lacked down there.

She'd never known that it was a problem before she was sixteen. She didn't remember anything bad before that. It was just then, when she'd been emancipated early and given a place of her own, that she remembered that she had to hide it, that she needed to pretend to be a full female. That she needed to tuck and keep it out of sight.

And now, it was forcefully exposed.

She twisted and turned, trying to hide it, but the werewolf was stroking it, forcing her to get it up. The dragoness shook her head, biting her lips. She kicked, trying to get another good blow in, but all she could hit were the werewolf's thighs and stomach, neither of which were very good targets to force a release.

"Well, at least you have a decent cock. I was looking forward to pussy, but if I can't have that, at least I can use you for this. Heh. Maybe I'll lay an egg for the pack, and we can start raising our own dragons."

"I don't want - let me go, let me -"

"Oh will you just shut up?!"

She dropped and kept dropping, shoved onto her back and pinned there under a very annoyed, very naked werewolf. Sarina was kept pinned by two very thick hand paws, one of which was flexing its claws in a reminder of how easy it would be for Erna to tear her limb from limb if she wanted.

"I'm being nice to you, Sarina. Nice as I can be with what I want. I could kill you. Most of my pack would like that."

The werewolf leaned in, licking the side of the dragoness's cheek.

"But I thought you might be a good lay. Something worth keeping around. So...you wanna be a good lay, 'girl'? Or do you want me to finish this now?"

There was no choice. She realized that, now. Either she give up her body for the werewolf, or she wouldn't see the next day. She whimpered, going a bit more limp while another part was forced that much more stiff.

"Heh, that's what I thought. You dragons, always the soul of practicality."

Sarina didn't say anything as the bigger woman leaned back. She could feel the rather bestial shape of the other woman's sex pressing down against the head of her cock, fighting the urge to shout and beg for help. There was no one out to hear what they'd done so far, and she knew that any screams would push her attacker towards bloodshed.

She'd just have to take it.

The dragoness closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the other woman take advantage of her body, but Erna clenched down on her shoulder again, forcing her to open them again.

"I want you to see yourself cum. I want you to watch as I take what I want," the werewolf growled.

"Please...please..."

"Do what I say, girl...do what I say, and you'll live. You'll be a sex toy, but you'll live."

Sarina didn't want to die. She didn't know what would happen to her after this, didn't know if she'd regret her decision, but she knew she didn't want to die. The dragoness nodded, lowering her eyes to the wolf's pussy and...her cock.

She felt embarrassed to look at it, particularly with the way that the werewolf had snarled so hard at the word 'girl' when calling her that. Like she wasn't. Like she'd lost the right to the word by having that down there. It wasn't as bad as the rape, but it made the rape worse.

When Erna seemed satisfied that the fight had gone out of her, the werewolf pushed down, forcing Sarina's foreskin down as the wet spade opened to accept her cock. And as that heat clenched down around her shaft, something went 'click' in Sarina's head. Something she didn't understand. Something that wasn't her.

Something...otherworldly.

The End