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? The Dragoness of Salsea Chapter 2: Unintended Aid Sponsored by TerinasTiger By Draconicon

Sarina's eyes bugged out of their sockets as she felt Erna pushing down on her cock. The pavement ground under her wings, the pain helping to anchor her, the humiliation doing a damn good job of that as well. The werewolf hadn't even gotten down to the base of her shaft yet, and already the inexperienced dragoness was trembling from what she felt.

If it had been something she asked for, something she wanted, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have enjoyed this. The hot, wet feeling of the hole clenching around her cock, the sight of a woman over her that wanted her - for all the wrong reasons, but wanted her - and the sense of something so much better than a hand on a part she honestly didn't know what to do with: all of those things would have made it pleasurable.

But...

The dragoness couldn't focus on that. She couldn't even focus on the pain for long. Not with the pressure pushing into her head.

The pleasure was being forced down by the pounding headache that timed itself to the bouncing, furry hips of the werewolf. Up, down, POUND! Up, down, POUND! Sarina rolled her head back, biting her lips and whimpering as it felt like someone was taking a battering ram to the inside of her skull.

"Please..."

There was no response, no mercy from the werewolf. Through blurry eyes, Sarina watched as that fortune-cookie of a pussy kept slamming down on her cock, working further and further down. Pleasure and something else tingled through her down there, hitting her with something that she didn't understand, didn't know what to do with.

She panted for breath, her hands pressed against the front of her head as she barely muffled her screams. The headache was turning into a migraine, a deep, horrible pain that burned away the rest of reality. She was hardly there, her body forgotten as she felt like her head was being burned up in an inferno of pain. That barrier in the back of her head was cracking, something starting to push through.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

Pound, pound, pound.

Crack.

The first real crack in the barrier brought some sort of relief, though she didn't know how. It was like water pouring over fire, the steam of that particular metaphor rushing through her body and soothing it...sort of.

As that relief hit her crotch, something else started to happen. It mixed with the tingles coming from Erna, pulling something inside of her.

"Nnngh..."

"Heh, starting to enjoy it, slut?" the werewolf muttered. "Look at it. Look at your cock, you fake bitch!"

She tried to turn away, but the werewolf grabbed her head with a massive paw, forcing her to look down. Sarina saw her cock penetrating the werewolf's spade, but that wasn't what made her eyes go wide.

No, that honor was reserved for the fact that her cock was changing before her eyes. The rigid shaft had a shine from Erna's juices, yes, but that was taken further, her shaft going a deeper red and almost - no, definitely changing shape. The base was thickening out, two large bulges starting to form along the sides, and her crotch -

"OH MY GOD!"

She screamed, and why not? She was getting a sheath at the base of her cock, a tube of furry flesh growing out of her groin and forcing the growing knot back inside. Her balls were growing, getting bigger and heavier between her legs, hanging lower than they had before and getting covered in fur.

Erna looked down, her eyes going wide, too, but the werewolf followed it up with a grin rather than a scream.

"Oh, fuck, I gotta see this up close."

The werewolf almost leaped off of her. Sarina whimpered as she saw the full changes that had hit her cock. Even as that tingling feeling of relief ran through her, her cock continued its final morphing from a humanoid shaft to a canine one. The tip became pointed and flat around the top, and the whole thing seemed to gain a different sort of curve and heft to it.

As Erna slipped between her legs, the dragoness was still forced to stare at the canine cock pointing out of her crotch. It had never looked like that before, ever. Her fingers twitched as she stared at it, felt it throb with a foreign need, even as she felt something...something else.

What...what the hell...is this...

It was like a heat running through her. At first, she wondered if she'd been cursed into a werewolf heat or something, as stupid as that sounded. She knew that some species went into heat when they were in season, but she'd never had the parts for that. Was this...

No. She wasn't losing her mind, wasn't wanting to bend over. If anything, she wanted to...wanted to...

The dragoness gasped as Erna dragged her long, thick tongue along the side of her new cock. The simple touch sent a spark through her, pushing that need higher.

She recognized it now. She'd read out it in books, seen it described all over the darker, more 'adult' parts of the internet. It was a 'rut', a desperate desire to slam in, to hump, to keep going until something was seeded. Her balls churned, the furry things feeling so bloated and full, and getting more so by the second.

"Nnngh...Erna...please..."

"Heh, what's the matter? You want my cunt now, you wannabe woman? Well, what if I was already satisfied?"

The dragoness whimpered, shaking her head. That wasn't what she wanted. Well, it was, but it wasn't, but -

"Nnngh...run...get...get away..."

"And leave this behind? Oh, I don't fucking think so. If you think you're getting -"

Something snapped in Sarina's mind, something that she hadn't even known was there. If the barrier had cracked when she was raped, then whatever this was destroyed it.

The black and red dragoness leaped from the ground, throwing herself forward. The sudden movement must have startled the hell out of Erna, because she went down easily. As soon as she was on her back, Sarina grabbed the werewolf by the legs, pulling them up and spreading them wide, her knotted cock lying over that spade.

There was some shout or other - 'what are you doing?' probably - but the dragoness was lost to whatever it was that had taken over.

Rut. Rut. Rut. Breed.

She thrust forward, using something that she had seldom used before, and never in this shape. Thought disappeared as she plunged the tapered tip of her dog dick into that spade, filling it to the brim and pulling a moan out of the werewolf beneath her.

Even as Erna tried to pull herself up, even as the other woman tried to struggle her way out from under the dragoness, Sarina just kept humping. And humping. And humping some more. Her hips moved faster and faster, her body betraying her, forcing her to use that cock that she didn't even understand. Her knot battered against the spade, slamming against it with all the strength that her hips could muster, her eyes glazed over.

In and out, in and out, she went, pulled deeper by that clasping hole and the slippery insides that were soaking her cock with juices that stank of need and lust. She groaned, lowering her head down to the werewolf's chest, feeling the fluff and breasts cushioning her as she kept slamming away.

At some point, Erna gave in, the werewolf spreading her legs further, reaching down and grabbing her paws by the ankles and lifting them into the air. The dragoness hardly noticed save for the sudden difference in pleasure as she fucked away. Her hands moved down, groping the slut's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and then pushing them together.

The werewolf howled, an orgasm forcing that slick spade to squeeze tighter than ever, pulling her in deep. Sarina slammed forward, her knot bursting past the outer lips and sealing inside. One, two, three squeezes -

"Nnnnnngh!"

And the dragoness came, forced over the edge by the powerful inner muscles of the other female. She panted, slumping forward, humping a few more times as her balls drained themselves down that channel.

The werewolf looked up at her, eyes a bit glassy, but looking all sorts of smug.

"And here I thought you had something to show. Well - GAH!"

Erna yelped as the dragoness yanked the knot out of the other woman, shoving her from the side and flipping her onto her belly. In blinding need, Sarina groped for the werewolf's tail, pulling it to the side and pulling herself forward in turn. Her cock found that dripping cunt, ground against it a few times, and then slammed right back in. The howls started up again, Erna looking over her shoulder, panting, eyes wide.

"How?! How are you still - AH!"

Sarina slapped the werewolf's ass, hard, making it ripple and squeeze down on her cock that much harder. She wasn't moving with any thought, didn't know what she was doing. She just knew that whatever she'd just pumped down her attacker's pussy had just come back to her. If anything, her balls were more full now than they had been.

And she needed to rut. Needed to fuck. Needed to keep going.

Six orgasms later, when Erna was half-collapsed and the dragoness was starting to grow fur in other places, she felt a dart hit her right in the neck. She turned, staring down at it, and had enough time to look up at the nearby buildings before the drug inside the syringe started affecting her.

She saw a glint of light off glass before it finally took effect, knocking her out.

The dragoness woke up the next morning with a headache to end all headaches, as well as a sense of soreness down between her legs that made her regret sleeping on her side with her...stuff...tucked down there. Sarina groaned, rolling onto her back, wincing slightly as the pressure came off her balls and the blood started rushing down there again. Thankfully, there was no morning wood today.

She slowly lifted her head from the bed, looking down at the clock. Barely seven. She had time to get ready, still, and she wasn't going to miss class.

Nnngh...

The dragoness flopped back down, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to remember what had happened last night. Her memory felt full of holes. Making her way up the hill, she remembered. There had been...something. A shadow? A light? A lot of weird drafts...

But whatever had happened between going up the hill and flopping into bed hadn't made it into her memory. She sighed. It would have to be something she found out later, she supposed.

Wish I knew why my dick hurt so bad, though...

She waited another ten minutes or so before pulling herself out of bed, stumbling towards the bathroom and doing her duties. Soap and water sufficed to wipe down her body, and she remained half-asleep through the doings until -

"...Fur?"

The dragoness whipped her head around, looking down at her crotch. She pulled her hands back, lifting her shaft out of the way, and her eyes widened at the sight of gray fur stuck to her balls.

No, not stuck, growing from. Her eyes went wider still as she pulled on them, feeling them gradually give way, but not the way that they would have done if they were just plastered on. They were coming out of pores that shouldn't have been there, sliding free of scales that never grew hair.

"What...what the..."

She grabbed at her dick. It was almost the same as before, but her foreskin was little more than a line around the head of her cock that was still coming loose, and there were bumps around the base of her shaft that...that...

The memory of fucking Erna came back with a rush, and she almost fell over at the sheer insanity that it represented. Sarina leaned back, shaking her head, the migraine returning with a bang.

"Mmmph! Fuck...fuck..."

She clutched one hand to her temple, panting and gritting her teeth. Fumbling for the shower handle, she turned the water off and got out of the porcelain deathtrap, stumbling back to her bed before falling over it.

"Okay. Okay. Think. Think. This...this isn't right...there's a mystery...you can...you can think...you're smart...you've done it before...figure...it...out!"

It wasn't exactly easy when your own brain was fighting against you, though, and it was fighting her hard, pushing back at every attempt she made to make this all make sense. The fact that Erna was a werewolf rather than just a wolf was bad enough. The fact that her body had betrayed her last night and participated in her own rape was even worse. The fact that it had found a way to transform...

At first, she wondered if she had been cursed in the same way, that she would start transforming into a werewolf at the full moon because she'd had sex with one, but she hadn't done that last night. At least, she didn't think she had. If anything, the only things that had transformed had been her cock and balls...and a bit of other stuff, she realized as she spotted more hair around her bed.

She wasn't cursed. Small blessing.

But what had happened?

The dragoness pushed her brain until the headache overwhelmed her. When she was done throwing up, she leaned her head against a pillow, taking a few long, deep breaths to soothe her throat and try and bring her heart rate back down. Heavens knew that she didn't have the insurance to deal with a trip to the emergency room.

Okay, so...something happened, she thought.

No immediate pain response.

Something that wasn't supposed to happen.

Still no response.

Something that was impossible happened.

There. Twinge.

Sarina tried thinking around it a few different way, but every time she came back to the details of the night before, or worse, to what Erna had said during the whole...encounter...she ended up getting a blast of pain from the back of her head. Something was definitely trying to keep her from thinking about -

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

And just like that, it was like the thing back there had decided it was done with her shit. The pain ramped up much faster than it had on previous occasions, and much as she clutched her head, she couldn't make the pain stop. She leaned her head against the wall, whimpering, tears flowing freely until she stopped letting her thoughts go there.

The pain took nearly twenty minutes to fade completely, and by then, it was almost 8:00. School would be starting soon, and she wasn't even dressed.

She wasn't sure if she could make it, but she knew that it was not going to go well for her to skip it. The one time she played hookie, her family had come down on her, hard. She...couldn't actually remember what they'd done, but she knew that it was better not to get them upset with her. No rocking the boat.

Even if she felt like hell.

On the plus side, when she got to school, she didn't feel quite as bad. She imagined that the sunlight, fresh air, and the walk had done something, and so had putting on some clean clothes. She hadn't realized how messy what she'd been wearing to bed had been, and it just felt better to be clean.

However, it was a fair bit less fun to be surrounded by more students. Even the incidental pokes and prods of the other people in the hallways were bad enough to make her wince, probably leaving little marks through her clothes on her scales. The worst of them, the intentional ones when people slid a hand up the back of her skirt or tried to feel her over her shirt, were occasionally punished by a sudden bite or a slap.

Nobody stopped her, but nobody helped her, either.

She made her way to her first class, sitting down in the back rather than in the front. She pulled her books in front of her, making a little fort with the different textbooks to keep the rest of the world at bay. The dragoness slumped down, resting her cheek against her arms.

Don't think about last night, she ordered herself. You do not need a trip to the nurse right now.

"Hey, slut."

...Fuck my luck...

Erna. Just the voice was enough to start her head throbbing, and she somehow knew that if she turned and looked at the wolf, she'd have all those memories coming through her mind again. Then the migraine would get worse, she'd start throwing up, and -

Well, it might just be worth it to get out of this hell.

But she didn't. Not now.

She heard the click-click of the other woman's claws against the ground, saw the gray-furred hand rest on her desk. The other woman leaned in, and the dragoness braced herself for the newest bit of torment.

"...I'm sorry, Alpha."

"..."

One eye popped open, rolling back up to look at the wolf. The gold-eyed woman looked back, and in that meeting, it all came back.

The transformation.

The rape.

The reverse rape.

The transformation of her body.

The glint before falling asleep.

Sarina started screaming before she could stop herself, rolling out of her seat and curling into a fetal position. The entire class stopped what they were doing, staring at her, but it was all that the dragoness could do to keep from puking all over herself, the floor, and whoever dared come near her.

While she kept screaming, someone grabbed her and pulled her out of the room, dragging her into the hallway. The teacher shouted for her to be taken to the nurse, then slammed the door shut.

Sarina didn't know what was going on. All she knew was that she was in pain, that she was clawing at her arms, that she was trying to pull herself together and failing miserably. She was slammed against that mental barrier with all the force of a truck trying to slam through a titanium wall, and the dragoness had no way to fight back.

At some point, she must have blacked out, but she wasn't sure where, when, or how. She just knew that when she woke up, she wasn't in class anymore.

Instead, she was staring up at a glowing light. Her eyes were dazed, relaxed, and she felt...hazy. High. Maybe a bit drugged, though she wouldn't be able to say for sure, not having been high before in her memory. She tried to roll her head to the side, but found that it was tied down, forced to look up.

Gradually, several faces started to slide into her range of vision. Scaly faces.

Other dragons.

They were familiar and not familiar at the same time. She swore that she'd seen them before, but none of them matched the word 'family' when she thought of it. When their mouths moved, none of them had the sound that matched the one she heard on the phone every month when she got her money.

But...I was the...only dragon?

She expected pain, but either the drugs were keeping it at bay, or she was dreaming. Either way, it was better than having another screaming migraine. Her eyes drifted from one long, narrow muzzle to another, some with glasses, some with scars, some with different patterns on their scales, and one -

One leaned in, looking her in the eyes. That one...that one was familiar.

"Hello, Sarina."

And that was the voice. The uncle that she talked to on the phone. She felt a lazy smile crawling across her face, but didn't remember smiling. Like a reaction forced out of her just by the voice.

"We came when we heard that you had an incident. Are you okay?"

"...I don't know?"

"That's alright. You don't have to know anything right now. What happened to you?"

The voice was calm, gentle, almost too much so. A part of her flinched back, but the dragon's eyes seemed to glow, and she was pulled forward again. She felt so floaty, so...so nice.

"I was raped. Then I transformed."

"Do you remember who did that?"

"A girl named...Erna? I think...yes. Erna. Then she...called me alpha."

"Oh? When did she do that?"

"At school," Sarina said, her head lolling about in the restraints. She didn't know what was going on, but it was starting to feel more comfortable, more right. Maybe things were going to be okay.

Her 'uncle' muttered something to one of the other dragons, and they left the table. Then he turned back to her.

"Do you know why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because...because I fucked her?"

Sarina shrugged weakly.

"I don't know. I just...did things...my head hurts..."

And it did. It hurt very, very badly, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because she was thinking about things again. She could feel her mind waking up a bit more, starting to question things.

The other dragons started arguing, looking at each other and shaking their heads. Things she didn't understand - partitions failing, memory leaks, and stuff like that - were bandied about, but her eyes were back on her uncle, wanting to hear something from him. Needing an explanation. Needing one badly.

Her eyes started watering as he made her look into his eyes again. The flicker of light there wasn't so strong this time, her tears filtering it out a little as he spoke.

"You're going to be okay, Sarina. We're going to fix things. You'll be just fine."

"Okay..."

She closed her eyes as he rubbed her forehead, slipping off into another, deeper sleep. She felt other touches, hands on her head and shoulders, but it faded so quickly that she wasn't sure if she was dreaming it or not.

She woke up again, this time in the nurse's office. The dragoness stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling the pressure of her own headache fading away. It was still there, but no longer overwhelming enough to make her black out. Rolling onto her side, she waited for a moment, seeing if she was going to puke, but that urge seemed to have faded as well.

Her glasses rested on the nightstand nearby. Putting them on, she was finally able to see Erna at the far side of the room. The other woman, dressed in puked-on jeans and a t-shirt, looked up to see her too.

Sarina braced herself for the headache to spike again, but this time, it just...stayed where it was. It even lessened a bit further, almost like something had changed. What, she couldn't have said, but at least she wasn't wanting to throw up anymore.

The wolf crossed the room, looking at her with a shake of her head before giving her a tug on the arm.

"Alright, get up alpha."

"Since when are you nice?" Sarina muttered.

She wobbled as she sat up, the room spinning a little bit but not quite as bad as she worried it would. At least it felt like she had her head on straight again, which was better than it had been of late.

Standing up didn't feel like a good idea, though, so she leaned her head back against the wall. The room - or perhaps just the wolf - smelled of puke, but her nausea was just far enough back to keep from being triggered. She was glad of that. She didn't need another mouthful.

"Can I get some water?"

"...Fine."

The wolf grumbled too quietly for Sarina to hear as she crossed the room. As Erna turned on the sink, Sarina looked around the room.

Definitely the smaller of the two nurse's rooms. Nobody else was here, and the door had a closed sign on it. The dragoness rubbed the bridge of her snout, feeling the pain easing a bit further.

"Did you...drag me all the way here?"

"Yeah. You ain't as light as you look, slut."

"Nnngh. Stop calling me that."

"You might be my alpha now, but that ain't changed." The wolf walked over, carrying the water. "Drink."

That, she did happily. Sucking down the water as quick as her body would let her, she drained the paper cup and set it down beside her. A few deep breaths later, she almost felt normal. Almost.

"Why..."

She wondered if she really wanted to open that can of worms, but she had to know. It might be the first step towards figuring out what the fuck had happened last night.

"Why did you call me alpha?"

"...You really don't know anything, do you?"

Sarina shook her head. Erna sighed, sitting down on the bed.

"Look. Not to put too fine a point on it, but you fucked me." The wolf blushed slightly. "And you fucked me good. And you put a mark on me by doing it that the rest of my pack wouldn't be able to top."

"..."

"And my own alpha kinda kicked me out for being that much of a bitch."

"What do you mean, your alpha? I thought...I mean..."

"You don't know...anything? At all?"

Sarina shook her head. Erna whistled, leaning back on her arms and staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, fuck...Here I was thinking that you were some undercover agent or something. Thought the government was finally getting around to cracking down on the Other Folk out here."

"Who are they?"

"Werewolves, demons, all that shit," Erna said with a wave of her hand. "Probably what that raven was yammering about yesterday."

"They're real?!"

"Hey, you saw me yesterday. You think that was some sorta costume or something?"

"...I don't know. Maybe?"

"Don't know anybody that could afford something like that."

Erna chuckled, looking rather self-satisfied. Maybe the wolf just liked the fact that she had something that she could be superior to Sarina on again. Maybe she just liked having that little one-up there. Either way, the wolf continued.

"I figured you were putting on an act or something like that. I mean, seriously? What was I supposed to think?"

"I don't know. I'm the only dragon left, I thought."

"Yeah, yeah, I know the cover story," Erna said, waving it off again.

"Cover story?"

"Dragons show up all the time. Not like this, usually, but hey, I've heard of weirder things. Working for the government, keeping an eye on all the rest of us. They should be on our side, by all rights, but hey, you get your eggs caught, brainwashed by the paranoid, and they're going to be shock troops through and through."

"I...I don't understand. This is just..."

Sarina leaned forward, her head resting between her knees as she tried to process the whole thing. It was darn near impossible, her entire body starting to shake.

The world felt like it was crumbling down around her. The holes in her memory were feeling more and more apparent, and though the barrier no longer caused pain when she tried to fill them in, it still kept her out. Everything before age sixteen? Gone. Everything related to her family? Gone, save for the feeling of a voice. Everything about other dragons? Gone.

She had never realized how many holes there were in her head, how many things were missing until that point.

Her fingers were digging into the scales on the side of her face before Erna slapped her.

"Hey! Hey, head in here, Alpha."

"Trying..." She shook her head. "It's just...a lot. A lot."

"Maybe your mom dropped your egg off a cliff or something."

"Funny."

"Funnier than the alternatives."

She shook her head. As she took a few seconds to pull herself together, trying to deal with the spiraling details in the back of her head, Erna got her another cup of water. The dragoness drained it pretty quickly, then set it down by the first.

"What happened last night?" she asked.

"You mean, besides my complete fail of a fuck and your complete success?"

"...Yes. I remember...something. Like someone shot me with a tranquilizer."

"Ah...yeah..."

The wolf rubbed the back of her neck.

"Heeeee's probably gonna pay you a visit later."

"He?"

"Trust me, you don't need to know more than that."

"But -"

"Look."

Erna took her by the hand, giving it a little squeeze and shake.

"You're my Alpha now, and - much as I hate it - I gotta do what you say. But this guy?" The wolf shuddered. "He's a lot scarier than you are, and I like my pelt right where it is. Trust me, you'll meet him when the time's right."

"And he'll explain everything?"

"He'll explain what he wants to explain. Fuck knows that's how he does everything else..."

The wolf shook her head, getting up and making her way to the door. Sarina tried to think of something to say, some new question that she needed answered, but before she could pick one, the wolf was gone. She was alone in the nurse's quarters, left to recover.

She barely had a chance to lie back down when the door opened and the nurse, a wallaby, walked in. The woman jumped.

"When did you get here?"

"...You didn't know I was here?"

"I've been out for the last hour for lunch. When did you get here?"

"...Lunch?"

She'd been knocked out barely past 9. Just how long had she been unconscious? For that matter, what the fuck had been happening?

The End