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The city had, by many of the magnates' opinions and by the words of one too many politicians that wanted to siphon a little of the city's budget, a lot of parks, even some of the citizens found that maybe a couple less would be just as plenty and allow still to build a couple of roads here and there to facilitate the travel from one side to the other. However, if they were to diminish in number, 'The city of a hundred parks' would not be that anymore. The slogan to keep the one hundred different areas reserved to give people peace and let some greenery grow here and there, to give the kids places to play made that clear: 'The city of ninety two parks' doesn't quite sound as impressive as that nice fat full number, even if it saved the printers one whopping space from the brochures for the tourists. One could not walk too long without finding one, be it big or small and thus, over the course of the one hundred years since they had been instituted and their existence codified into the very law of the city, an entire subculture vowed to the full enjoyment of the different locations and different attractions was born.

There was Baymere Park, next to the river, grand and lofty, right next to the Library; there was Ymir Park which was perfectly in the middle between the fairgrounds where every summer the city would put up a big ferris wheel and all sorts of things, from the park one could see the lights turn endlessly; there was then Cloyster Park, just behind the cemetery on the edge of the old city, where the air was always too calm and quiet for a city this big, the perfect place to sit and think or just pass time alone. 'A park for every need' someone famous said, 'a park for every person', they had been right for nearly eighty years. Among the Hundred there was one, smaller and less known even by the enthusiasts of their city's uncommon trait, or rather, left alone, a place for people who really wanted to be away from anyone else for just a little while, full of twists and turns and hiding places, hedges and old trees. Unknowingly, people, by simply forgetting it was even there most of the time, made sure to keep the identity of that place intact. Foir Park was Carry's favourite place to be, very few were there at any time, a place that was the opposite of crowded but not quite deserted.

The young dragon loved to read there, he had spent weeks just sitting on his favourite bench, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend, rarely with two but not because he did not have more than one, he just had a genuinely good time wherever there were not many people around. It was to be said that the white dragon was no loner, he had quite the wide and varied social circle, lots of classmates still keeping in contact with him even after high school but crowds displeased him, just that.

His phone rang and he answered, the call connecting through his headphones, secured to his horns with clippers made especially to latch onto them, a nice gift from his old girlfriend.

"Yes?" His voice echoed in the small alcove he was in for a few seconds. "Darren?"

"Oh, sorry sorry, yes, Carry how are you?" He looked at the book in his hand and sighed.

"I'm good, chilling at my usual place, nothing special. You? Doing anything fun?" He lowered the volume ever so slightly when he heard the noise coming from the other side get louder and louder. "Where are you? I feel like if you're at a concert or something."

"What? No, no concert, I'm at the Nicholson Bookstore where there is this... dude, this big name author that has got the entire block in a riot for the entire afternoon. I came here to get something for my girlfriend and now I am kind of stuck trying to pay and get out." Carry frowned ever so slightly. "I am not asking you to come and be my white knight." His friend chuckled. "Get it? Cause you're... yeah bad one, not sorry though. Anyways, big favour to ask you: could you please, please go to that bakery I told you about the other day and get me some pastries?"

"The ones that Violet likes?"

"Yes, those are good." He could see Darren's big toothy smile from beyond the screen. "I'll pay you back and if I do manage to get out of this limbo before you come here, I will offer you a coffee worthy of the name."

"You'd better or else I might get angry."

The call ended just as abruptly as it had come. The white dragon put the phone in his jacket's pocket, stood up, stretched his long legs and sighed again. Step by step he made his way out of Foir Park and into the city itself, cars and people suddenly all around him after making one last twisty turn from the inconspicuous alley that was the actual entrance to his little sanctum. He fastened the jacket and made his way to the shop Darren had mentioned. Luck had it that it was very close to his location, maybe a few hundred metres away, possibly just shy of a kilometre but even then, Carry put his earphones on, secured the clip again to his straight horns and sped up a bit, intent of getting this done as soon as possible.

As music rang in his ears, he zig zagged between people, avoiding those that clearly had better places to be than the streets, getting a few close calls with a number of package delivery guys. Although he was tall, he didn't stood out extremely from the crowd, yes, he was quite attractive as a dragon, pure white all over except for his horns and the claws of his hands and talons, but the world itself was extremely varied and interesting. Every day he could see all sorts of people going about their lives, horns of all shapes and forms, curled, twisty, straight as arrows, his own were curving ever so slightly as they jutted from the back of his head, kept in perfect condition. Even with his mind somewhere else, he managed to notice that the people were making space for someone either very big or very important on his side of the pavement. The answer was proven to be the former when he saw a huge and fluffy mane appear from the corner of his vision, prompting him to quickly sidestep as a taur made their way towards him. Carry kept his distance between the road packed with cars and the lumbering furred dragon he had almost bumped into so he could admire that perfect specimen. He noticed, after a quick look, that the taur wasn't a female or a male, but rather what was undoubtedly the best combination mother nature could come up with: a herm. His eyes glazed over the auburn fur, the luscious collar of fur swaying in the wind, the paws that could tear apart anything with ease, but eventually found more purchase on the herm's chest and their nethers. The taur was probably a little taller than the average person, around a metre and eighty, very close to Carry's own height, but a long body and mass made them appear even more imposing in all the right ways. While they had a cup straining their sweater that clearly looked one size too small, probably around a D cup when they really needed a big E, revealing no small amount of belly, their pants were not in a better situation, a plump sheath almost spilling out of them, giving no space to the imagination as to how much heat they packed. Carrey gulped, regretting ever doing that as the taur turned, looked at him and smiled lasciviously, leaving him kind of blushing on the sides as the crowd merged back after the big creature was gone.

The dragon groaned, embarrassed but not to the point where he refused that he was envious of that herm in more ways than he liked to admit. To distract himself he turned the volume of the music up and walked a little faster still, quickly reaching his destination. He rushed inside, hands already grabbing his phone where the QR code with his bank details was already prepared so that his time spent inside a place so loaded with tasty treats would be kept as short as dragonly possible. The employee was also quite fast and put cookies, pastries, sweets and a small treat he was sure Darren's girlfriend would love inside, then the smiling bear scanned his code and sent him on his way with an even bigger smile and the notion that with another purchase of at least twenty dollars Carry could get a small discount on macarons. He kept that in mind. Soon he was on the streets again, headed the opposite direction but now with a little less pep in his steps given the precious nature of the bag he was holding. The more he walked, the more he closed in to the heart of the city and before he realized he was met with quite the commotion around the block where Darren was. Hundreds were pushing and pulling, attempting to get inside the big building but that was already packed to the brim by those that had been faster or had camped for hours before the doors had even opened. He didn't even think to get in there to search for his friend, instead, he walked to the other side of the street, leaned against a lamp post and sent him a message that was answered a few minutes later. Another couple of minutes passed and from the mass of people of all shapes and species, one single barn owl made his way out and staggered for a moment, balancing a number of things in between his arms, among which was a hefty bag full of books. Darren quickly noticed the white dragon from where he was and, carefully avoiding a number of cars, reached him and stopped, panting slightly, wiping his feathery forehead with an equally feathery arm.

"That was a mess."

"I can see. Doesn't help that you have... three bags and two loose items in hand." He offered to grab one or two but the owl shook his head and straightened his back.

"I was not prepared. I arrived early when the proverbial gates weren't open yet and grabbed a few things. Did you get the... ah, yes, thanks man!" For an owl, a species that was supposed to have quite the eyesight, Darren wore glasses that somehow fit him perfectly and made him look quite cute and charming, the 'adorable nerd' look as his girlfriend put it. "You're a lifesaver."

"It's ok, I got it done pretty quickly."

"Then that means more time to get to a café and get something nice to drink." The owl nudged him and Carry followed suit, passing by the other side of the massive brawl that signalled the time for the author to sign the copies of his books. Luckily, their destination was not too far, a small café that, due to the sudden influx of fans, was quite packed. Carry shivered, a little annoyed at the choice of location, too close to the crowd outside. Still, he sat down and carefully placed the sweets on the table on Darren's side. "Thanks again man. I'll wire you the money now." The owl did as he promised after a quick look at the menu, sending a little over what the dragon had spent through the same banking app he himself used.

"In a giving mood, are we?" He smiled and put his phone away.

"Yes, right, forgot to mention: it's Violet and mine's one year anniversary!" Darren was very close to shouting and still managed to attract the attention of customers and one server that casually asked them their orders. "But yes, I am fucking pumped."

"It seems you two are happy. I'm glad." Carry smiled, he was genuinely happy for them, but he was also quite envious as well. Of the few relationships he had had before, none of them had gone as spectacularly as the owl's and his lizard companion.

"Thank you, it really means a lot." Darren smiled and leaned on the booth's backrest. "And you know what the secret is?" He leaned closer to the dragon with a big goofy grin. "A fuckton of sex." Carry blushed and backed away. "I'm serious. I love her to death but lords above she's got a big dick and she knows how to use it well." Carry blushed a little more and pretended not to be embarrassed by his friend, getting a little worried when he picked up the phone and browsed through his gallery, shoving the screen close enough to the dragon's muzzle to let him see but not too far as to let others have a peek. The pose the purple lizard was in was downright provocative: she was bending on their bed, legs spread, tail curled between her cheeks to pry them apart, her balls, probably the size of a golf ball dangled below, her cock hung half limp underneath, drooling with spent cum that joined with the trickle coming from her slightly puffy tailhole. "Isn't she a beauty?" Darren didn't care and showed Carry another picture, this time it was one of himself, legs high in the air, Violet beneath him, her cock shoved balls deep inside his feathery ass, the two passionately kissing. "That's one we had to work hard to make, she kept blowing inside me in that position."

"Darren... could... could you please stop? It's not something people do, showing their girlfriend's naked pictures to friends in public I mean." Carry grabbed the owl's phone and hid it from the waiter that was just about to reach them and handed their orders. He accidentally swiped across a couple of other photos, one of Darren on his knees, deepthroating the hung lizard, the shape of her cock bulging his gullet, another of the two of them holding their shafts together in the act of frotting, beads of pre hanging on their tips. Carry gulped and noticed that both him and the herm were hung, well, not as much as he was, given he was average for a dragon at twenty five centimetres of ridged dragon meat, but even they were around the twenty centimetre mark, maybe Violet was a little thicker than himself. Carry put the phone down, slapped himself in the muzzle a couple of times and handed it back. "Lords above Darren..."

"What? We're quite open as a couple, if you scroll a little more you might see me and her with a couple of studs..." A scaly finger was pressed against his beak and shut him up.

"I already saw you, your dick, your girlfriend's dick, your ass, her ass and a few more things that I really didn't... expect to see." The owl shrugged at his friend's clear embarrassment. "Why are you so casual about it?"

"Well, I have had more than a few relationships that have not been so smooth, mostly because my partners weren't as open or willing to accommodate my needs and we broke apart, but Violet is as good in bed as she is outside of it. I'm sure you can understand."

"I... I don't like to talk about that." Carry looked the other way, playing with the spoon to mix his sugar with one hand.

"Come on, I'm sure you had some bad relationships you want to complain about."

"Even if I did, I wouldn't want to talk, they are my private life Darren." He glanced at the owl that gave him the 'I showed you mine so show me yours' kind of look. The white dragon's thoughts went to his old girlfriend and how utterly unsatisfying their time together was.

"So you never wanted to get dirty with your girlfriend, make her do something just a little bit on the nasty side, nothing at all?" Carry blushed hard enough for some of his scales to suddenly turn a pale pink. "Ah, I see. Why didn't you?"

"Darren I... I'm not good with relationships, ok? I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go or how to behave most of the time. I tried, I-I really tried but it didn't work out well." He took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "I'm just feeling a little down, that's all. Been a long while since I had the chance to feel good or even, you know, get some." Darren chuckled softly. Already the white dragon's mood had been on the sour side because of the crowd around him, but now it was quickly deteriorating further. "I always feel like something is missing, something that makes me feel incomplete and it isn't just..." he leaned closer to the owl. "Sexual. But yes, I'm pent up, I'm tired of being alone, I'm tired of not having someone interested in me and I want to fuck. Happy?" Carry slumped in his side of the booth. A few people turned around and stared not so subtly. "Do you understand?"

"I do, trust me, I do. You're frustrated." One would even say blue-balled, he thought. "You just need to find the right person. See, Violent and I..."

"Stop talking about the two of you! What the hell would you know about me? And you need to stop showing me your girlfriend's dick." Carry huffed, finished his coffee and stood up. "See you around."

He walked out of the café as quietly as he could, still attracting a little attention from those that already had their eyes on him, as well as a couple of waiters. Darren craned his neck to get one last look at him before slumping in his seat and rubbing his sore temples. Carry picked up the pace the moment his talons touched the concrete of the pavement, headed the direction he had come from, zipping his coat and sinking part of his neck inside, headphones blaring music again in his ears. He made sure to avoid the crowd this time, going through alleys and small streets for that single purpose, adding a much needed half an hour of calmness to his route back home. The keys dangled from the chain when he unlocked the door to his small apartment and when he closed it behind him a few seconds later.

Carry groaned, his mood not quite as sour as before but not quite calm or serene just yet, a lingering aftertaste of anger, embarrassment, lust and envy settling on his tongue even as he was putting the jacket on the hook by the door and taking off his big fluffy sweater. The white dragon groaned, threw himself on the couch, head sinking in the mass of pillows and let out a loud, long and much needed scream. He hadn't been able to take his mind off the images of his friend and his girlfriend, their sopping tailholes, drooling cocks and lewd positions effectively seared in his brain for the foreseeable future. His own cock was quite interested and throbbed in his pants, trying to coax him in a little while of self-care. Carry still refused, saying that he wasn't going to jerk off to his best friend's cum soaked feathery ass nor at his herm girl's shaft as it disappeared in said ass over and over and, by the time he realized it, his battle was already lost. The dragon cursed at himself when he at last decided to put his fingers inside his pants and yanking them down, his hard shaft flopping out before getting hard with a couple of pleasant throbs. He glared in anger at the thick piece of meat, almost not daring to touch it so angry he was with it, following with his eyes the trails of precum bubbling from his tip, zigzagging across each of his ridges as they throbbed and flared ever so slightly. His balls rubbed on the soft couch and didn't help his situation at all, possibly making it worse when he, still ignoring that throbbing cock, shifted to try and find a different position, leaning to his side. Carry huffed, equally annoyed and wanting to let all that steam he had built up leave his body, but he remained steadfast in his ideas and hopped from channel to channel with the hope of distracting himself, but, try as he might, his body had other plans and time and time again he found his hands reaching for his shaft, teasing his tip with gentle touches, sometimes running on the underside to tease his golf ball sized nuts, sometimes just pressing a finger against the leaky cum slit, watching as strings of pre stretched and broke the moment he pulled back. That game of mouse and cat kept on going for half an hour and before he could even realize it, his couch was decorated with a big wet patch of pre, the result of all that teasing and refusing to acknowledge his needs.

At that point Carry just gave up and turned around, his back resting on the couch, his legs dangling just beyond the armrest, his shaft now spurting ropes of thick precum on his belly, smearing his abs in sticky fluids over and over again till he could see a small puddle making his scales shine in the light that came from the lamps around him. The dragon sighed, defeated by his very own body, still pissed off at what Darren had said and still unable to forget the images on his phone. He grabbed his cock, long enough to allow long, tight strokes, his ridges flaring as his hands brushed over, engorging with blood, his balls resting cosily in between his toned thighs. Slowly, this time by his own free will, Carry began to pump his shaft, his hands smearing all the precum wasted on his abs over his dark length, hissing in pleasure when he teased and squeezed his ridges. The wet, slick sounds of flesh on flesh echoed in the living room, his grunts growing in strength as he picked up the pace, faster, squeezing harder, using both hands one on top of the other as his arms became a white blur. His thoughts wandered, at first focusing on all his favourite fantasies, all the most pleasurable moment she had experienced with his girlfriend, his first time when he took her from behind in the back of his car not even ten metres away from her parents' house, then the first time she actually let him eat her out, the taste of her vent still fresh on his tongue. He remembered his second girlfriend and the time she proposed to have a three way with her best friend, that time also happened to be the day Carry discovered to be bisexual when he laid eyes on her horse friend's thirty centimetre cock spreading her throat as he pumped her soaking vent with spunk. And then, when he was so close, the image of Darren bent over on his bed, legs spread by a bar secured to his talons, his girlfriend's fat cock shoved balls deep inside his tailhole, he stopped, his own shaft throbbing in anger when he stopped. He tried again thinking of something else but he was utterly unable to, only going back and back again to the picture he had seen, his brain pretending to be there, so close to them he could smell their scent in the air, so close he could grab her plump ass and shove his cock inside and make her moan. He watched in shame and anger as his shaft spurted even more precum on his hands, leaking guiltily fat ropes of arousal. He couldn't even pretend he didn't like the idea anymore and so, he resumed, moaning in surprise at his member's steel hard flesh, throbbing even more now that he had finally gave in. He barely got a few strokes done before he felt his balls pull against his groin, hurriedly pumping his hands up and down to get that high just a little higher before he let go and arched his back, his tip spurting wildly all over his chest, his muzzle and his couch, a few long excruciating seconds of bliss that left him just as pent up and embarrassed as before. He didn't even bother to clean up his mess, laying on the soft cushions for a while before he closed his eyes and dozed off to sleep.

Carry had many dreams that he would define as weird, as most dreams were, some weirder than others given his over productive imagination when he was younger that had not yet faded completely and some very, very weird. He also had his fair share of more... exciting dreams, like anyone did when hormones were raging and one didn't know what to do with their bodies but there was something different in the one that he had the moment he closed his eyes and fell asleep on his couch. It was psychedelic, not that he would even know what that meant, he had always been too distrustful of drugs to try them between friends, much less alone, but somehow he knew that this was what it must have felt like. Colours blossoming and exploding everywhere, at every angle and of every possible shade, weird smells and sensations that were as if he was actually floating, but to top it all, there was this... voice. It didn't speak, per se, it just made sounds but those sounds appeared as those same colours and words to Carry, words that were not in any proper language nor followed any grammar of the few languages he knew of when they did and still he found them understandable. The voice told him he was unhappy, he agreed, the voice told him it had something to offer, he listened, the voice made him a proposal that Carry felt to be quite hard to refuse and that was very enticing, he listened more. The voice changed, as if spoken by something else, the world around him changed with it, a more coherent shape appearing behind the curtain of colours, the shape of horns, or maybe it was claws, and something that might have been a head or a massive hand. The voice made him that same proposition again, he thought about it and agreed. After all, it was a very good thing what it proposed. Refusing would have been foolish. It was a contract, it was a promise, it was gift just for him.

The young dragon woke up suddenly, sweating profusely, his chest rising madly up and down as he tried to get his bearings together and looked around. The lights were still on but he couldn't see well. He rubbed his eyes, groaning, more tired than when he had gone to sleep, aching here and there to boot. He put his talons on the carpet and his elbows on his knees, head dangling low in between, slowly but surely waking up from that weird dream that had left him with his fingers and toes tingling, unless he had somehow sat on them for a while. He opened his eyes again, glad to see a little better now, but at the same time, when he managed to focus on what was below his snout, he also noticed that something had happened. The scales just before his wrists had turned into a black band, and so did the ones just above his talons, perfectly symmetrical on each side. He stood up, barely winning over the sudden burst of dizziness that came over him, marching with as much confidence and calm as he could muster towards the one and only bathroom in his apartment. He slammed the door open and firmly planted his arms on either side of the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror: a face that was familiar and yet not quite what he had expected to see after so many years appeared inside the reflective surface, a head that had the same horns, the same shape and the same eyes but that now also had two curious comma-like things on either side of his muzzle, curving around his eyes as well as two more bands of blackness near the tips of his horns. He froze, worried, but no amount of rubbing of the marks on his arms or legs or horns did anything to make them go away, not even after scrubbing for ten minutes straight. He gave up and threw the towel on the floor, literally in this case and looked again at himself in the mirror.

"That's not too bad... maybe I can make it pass like I wanted them." The black made his white scales and the green eyes stand out in a pleasant way, it made him look more intense under a certain angle. His fingers traced over the shape of those commas around his eyes, only for him to suddenly buck and grip the sink hard enough to crack it around his fingers. A kaleidoscope of images, voices, whispers and ideas swelled like a balloon inside his mind, exploding, expanding, filling his brain with knowledge and suddenly he knew the dream had been no dream and the marks were proof of his contract. He smiled with glee and then remembered that he had just touched the marks, the rune on his eyes and he also knew what that meant. "Oh, crap." Well, he kind of knew: he was aware that it would cause changes and that he would thoroughly enjoy them, but what kind of changes and what exactly they entailed seemed still beyond his grasp. Maybe with more practice, more usage of that magical rune, he would comprehend better the implications, but for now, his heart beat hard in his chest with anticipation. "I should sit down... yes, I-I should..." He nodded at himself and returned to his living room, only to stop before he'd sit on the couch. Carry snapped his fingers and rushed to the closet, grabbing a new camera and its tripod, setting them a couple of metres away from where he was going to await for the events to unfold. "That should do it, at least I will have something to remember this first time in case something happens." He had not felt this nervous and excited in a long time, his breaths were deep, his hands and talons couldn't stop tapping the couch and the floor to burn off all the excess energy, but even then, he felt that there was too much energy to burn and it had to go somewhere. The moment he tried to relax just one bit he felt a jolt run through his spine, going from the base of his neck all the way down to the tip of his tail, sending a shock to his groin, instantly making his soft shaft bounce to full hardness in less than a second. "Oh fuck..." Carry touched it, just a light touch, a brush, and yet he couldn't help himself moaning and biting his lips to stifle a surprised gasp at the sheer sensitivity of his flesh. "We haven't even started yet..."

He was shocked and excited, maybe a little scared even, if a mere touch made him moan like that. A few minutes later of constant teasing later he saw a second black band appear on his wrists next to the first one, his scales simply turning black with little to no explanation or sensations other than a tingle in his limbs. Two more appeared on his legs, one for each side, another on his tail even. Carry imagined, although he couldn't see it, that there were two more on his horns as well. He tried to look at himself under every angle but so far nothing else that could be called incredible had happened, nothing except the massive hard on he sported, harder than he had been in years just for the anticipation of what was to come. The more he waited, the more minutes piled on, the more he realized he couldn't just sit there and wait. Carry sighed and reached for his shaft, gently massaging it, rubbing his scaly palm on his leaking tip in slow, agonizing circles, smearing precum over it, making his black length turn glossy and slick. He grabbed it, both hands pumping up and down, still taking it slow, feeling the throbs of his heart through his flesh, feeling the constant leaking of precum over his scales, down his thighs and on the couch yet again. Another jolt down his spine made his squeeze a little too hard, going over the edge, spurts of pearly cum flying in the air, landing all over his arms and beneath him, spreading the smell of salt and sex through his nostrils. He licked his lips, hungry, letting his shaft go as he dragged his tongue over his messy palms only to see his cock completely hard, drooling even more precum on his balls. He gulped and touched it, feeling it stiffer than before, stoking his need again. He resumed pumping his length, noticing a few seconds later that he couldn't quite encircle his cock like before, as if it hard turned thicker in the couple of seconds it took him to get his hands on it a second time. He smiled, curious whether it was just his impression or something more real.

His arms pumped up and down faster, not bothering too much with edging or saving the pleasure for later, his toes curling as he fired off even more cum than before barely two minutes of stroking, his balls heaving spurt after spurt of batter on his chest. Carry panted, leaning back on the couch, eyes glued to his black length, examining every inch of it, his hands roaming on its surface for any changes. With a few throbs, he watched it lengthen, just a few centimetres, enough to make him get closer to thirty as his ridges smoothed out slightly, sinking in the girthier shaft. He didn't hesitate and grabbed it, his talons scraping the carpet beneath, tearing a few long holes in it as he felt himself grow harder, longer, thicker under his very palms and eyes. The dragon smiled with glee, resuming his energetic strokes, exploring every new inch of cock, eventually touching his sack and gasping, finding it swollen larger, the twin golf balls now more like apricots, heavier and packed with goodness. He moaned, firing off another messy, gooey volley of spunk on his carpet, his loads reaching a little farther away, denser than before, more abundant. Carry didn't dare take his hands off his cock, feeling another burst of growth, a few more centimetres, surpassing thirty, nearing a massive thirty five, immense for a dragon his size, balls swelling, sloshing madly to match his new size as one idle hand caressed the growing orbs gently, coaxing a few more messy pumps of cum from their depths. And again he resumed stroking himself, even harder, even faster, his arms a white blur in the desperate chase to grow and grow, but this time he was failing to reach that desired climax, his cock stubbornly throbbing, merely unloading dozens of spurts of precum on his ruined carpet, thick strands connecting his tip with his hands and his sack, and still he couldn't get what he wanted.

In this desperate search he almost failed to notice his chest becoming heavier, his breaths a tad more laboured. Still unwilling to part with his grown cock, he only raised one hand to touch his pectorals, touching, prodding, squeezing his chest to try and figure out just why he was having those sensations. He stopped jerking off the moment he noticed his palms filling with soft flesh unlike the hardness of his pectorals from before, slowly but surely pushing him away from his heart, his nipples just as hard as his shaft below. A moan escaped his lips, a gasp of shock when he squeezed hard and felt his toes curl in pleasure, his tits resisting his grip in a way only such a thing could do, the sensations both like touching a girl's own and completely different. His cock throbbed, swelling longer still as he forgot about it in the joy and newfound love for his growing breasts, his nipples teased, pinched, pulled and rubbed over and over, sending shocks all the way to his tailtip. Carry moaned louder, surely bothering his neighbours, hearing his voice slowly turn an octave higher, less like his and more like someone else's. Carry squeezed harder, his fingers pinching his nipples like he knew his first girlfriend like him to do and let out a little scream, his toes spread wide as his cock fired spurts nearly as thick as his pinky over and over, turning the floor and the wall in front of him into a musky, drooling mess, narrowly missing his tv bolted to the wall a couple of handspans above. He slumped back, panting, his still growing tits wobbling gently below his snout having gained a couple of bra sizes by the time he caught his breath and his shaft rose back up to attention, thicker and bigger still. All of his ridges were gone, absorbed into the fat body of his cock, his balls bigger than an apple, dangling heavy beyond the edge of his couch, covered in a faint sheet of sweat, pre and spunk dripping from the fat tip nearly forty centimetres above.

The white dragon stood up on shaky legs, barely able to resist the temptation to touch himself again, very close to bringing himself to the fifth orgasm since he woke up. He wasn't sure whether this was part of the transformation process but every burst of growth also meant a new tank of cum for him to empty, his endless roaming and teasing only heightening his need to cum and paint every inch of his apartment white. Carry had to admit he was a little disappointed his D cup breasts weren't able to give him a different, just as pleasing, kind of white but he felt that while he couldn't do it now, he also had the feeling that there was more beyond this form of his, that tapping more in the rune's power he might discover that it was, in fact, possible. But for the moment he cared very little, too busy gauging the extent of his changes: he turned around, tested his balance now that he had way more weight bolted to hid front than he had before, his talons smeared in his own cum, thick strings soaking in between his toes, leaving wet, musky, messy prints behind him as he walked to his bathroom where, a long while back, he had installed a big mirror, one of those big enough to stand and see yourself completely. He stopped right in front of it, cocking his hips to the side, noticing with pleasure that they had grown as well, giving him what many men would have called an hourglass shape, top and bottom heavy, his relatively thin waist and lower belly still decorated with three rows of abdominals to make most envious, the top one obscured by his breasts. He swayed his hips side to side, making everything move with them, his tits wobbling pleasantly, their weight making him giggle and reach to grab and play with them. The dragon gasped in pleasure as they filled and grew another cup size, spilling all over his palms with soft, squishy goodness, worthy of a pornstar of international calibre at this point, his big thick nipples perfect for pinching and... biting. A grin blossomed on his white muzzle, his hands lifting the two hefty tits and playing with them so that he could take both nubs in his mouth, his tongue teasing the soft flesh, biting lightly enough to tickle but not to hurt, his lips forming a seal around his nipples as his hands let go. He giggled, his breasts bouncing up and down when he let them go, saliva dripping from the two nubs.

"Speaking of pornstars..." Carry winked at his reflection, holding his cock in both hands, struggling to form a complete circle with just one hand near the top, utterly unable to do so at his even thicker base where his black flesh met white scales. "I look bigger than most of them now." Pride swelled in his chest, making his cock throb, spurts of pre fired from the tapered tip to splatter on his reflection's muzzle, turning himself on in an endless cycle of self-arousal. His balls felt like fat apples, each almost as big as his fist, dangling between his muscular thighs, reaching halfway down to his knees. "I'm bigger, prettier and hotter than Violet..." The realization made his pupils widen, his heart race a little faster. "I'm bigger than my girlfriends even..." He remembered how happy he had been to have scored a few dates with Sonia, his second girlfriend and the one that had the biggest tits of them all, but she still felt woefully small compared to what he had now. He flicked his nipples again, earning himself a big moan and a few spurts of pre from his shaft. "Hhmmmm..."

A few more minutes passed before he decided to call it quits, her monumental forty centimetre cock still hard and leaking ungodly amounts of pre for a dragon her size, her tits now covered in a faint sheen of saliva as the newly minted dickgirl licked one of the sources of her pride. The time on the clock on the sink told her that she had spent ten minutes just playing with herself which, coupled with the time passed on the couch bringing herself from orgasm to orgasm, told that it had been nearly fifty minutes since she had touched the rune on her eyes, now early in the morning, almost half a day after the whole mess with the owl. Strutting naked around the apartment, Carry giggled, making sure to concentrate as much as possible on every one of her many swaying bits, enjoying the weight, the heft, the sheer size of them. The moment of fun was interrupted when her phone rang in the otherwise calm and still apartment.

"Yes?" She remembered a little too late even her voice had changed, barely similar to his old one.

"Carry? Is that you?" The dragon looked at the caller and gasped silently, not prepared to talk to Darren just yet after their altercation.

"Yes, it's me." There was no response from the other side of the line for a little while.

"Weird, the call must be disturbed or something." Carry could see the confused expression of the owl from the other side, making her giggle between her teeth. It was pretty fun. "Listen, I was calling to... ehm, apologize."

"Apologize? For what?" She put a finger on her chin, tapping to remember just what was making his friend feel the need to call her at this time of the day. It took her a few seconds but then a light popped in her mind, making her slap her forehead. "Ah, that." She knew what he meant, she remembered every second of it but... she just couldn't figure out why she had been so terribly embarrassed by. He had showed her sexy pictures, told her that he liked to share his girlfriend with other people, showed her how much in love they were and it seemed all right and fine to her now. Had it not been so before? "It's ok..." She shrugged, returning to idly stroking her cock with her free hand, smearing more of her copious precum on her throbbing shaft and her fist-sized balls with loving care.

"Is it? You seemed pretty, uh, offended and you're right, I was being pushy." He was really heartfelt in his apology, that much she could tell and still she couldn't remember why she had stormed off like that. "I kind of shoved my ass in front of your face without actually doing it."

"Hey, it's ok, it's ok, really." She slumped on the couch and chuckled. "I understand, you're just a very open guy that can stretch and take cock very, very well." She moaned, images of Darren's sloppy tailhole dripping with cum, images of Violet and him together. "You have a very sexy ass by the way."

"Uhhhh..." there was a long pause. "Thanks, I-I guess?" Carry let out a moan as she squeezed her bloated sack, biting her lips to stifle the next one. "Carry what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm in my birthday suit and alone at home, want to hear the messy details or are you fine with just that much info?" She chuckled and waited for the answer.

"Yesterday you blush at the mere mention of me having sex and now you're actually telling me that you're naked and... with your hands on your junk?" She nodded but he couldn't see.

"At least I'm not shoving pictures of it in your face in a café." Although she was starting to think it would have been a lovely idea, so much she opened the camera and snapped a few pics for later usage. Again, the amount of ideas of how to employ these new gifts sent her body in overdrive and she shoved an entire hand in her mouth to prevent herself from moaning so loud the neighbours would complain for weeks after. "Nnnngh..."

"Carry are you... are you seriously..." Darren sounded shocked and confused, but not shocked enough to hang up, hearing her moan from his side of the call. Carry squirmed on the couch, her cock flaying wildly all over the place as she caught it in the middle of the very few last changes. "Are you seriously coming while I am still on the line?"

"Nnnnnooo..." While she wasn't, the feeling of so much precum spurting from her fattening, expanding cock head was almost close to that feeling. Her shaft bloated, stretched, the last hints of her ridges completely gone as a ring blossomed in the middle, turning that stretch of cock even thicker than the rest. She gasped, spreading her legs so that the immense mass of her balls could have room to grow and bloat bigger, heavier and muskier than anything she had ever felt before. "Not cummmmming I ssssswear..." Her chest was painted in thick ropes of pure precum, the denser, tastier batter still churning inside her balls, now so fat and big they looked like melons ripe for the picking, her cock poking the underside of her tits, the entirety of its fifty centimetres of raw, throbbing cockflesh, warm and heavy. She opened her mouth, catching several spurts of pre that could be called an average man's proper orgasm, titfucking herself close to orgasm as even her breasts received one last gift, toning up, growing heavier as well. "Ssssssorry gotta go."

Carry hung up just as her phone dropped on the ground and both her hands reached for her tits, squeezing them to provide even more pleasure to her cock, her hips twitching, forcing her shaft to pierce her mounds, poking through the other side, messy bursts of pre splattering on her chin over and over. Her tongue flicked out, touching the broad equine head of her mammoth shaft, feeling it surpass half a metre of pure breeder meat. Sandwiched between her tits, so heavy and full he wouldn't be surprise to see them spurt milk any second, he thrust it back and forth, her hips were stronger now, able to overcome the immense weight of her melon-sized balls. Her lips opened just enough to kiss her flared head, making out with herself in ways even pornstars would find hard to achieve with that much ease. Her lust bloated much like her belly as spurt after spurt of precum so thick was swallowed and turned her tongue into a heaven of salty cum.

The black and white dragon moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she curled over herself, her back pushed against the backrest of the couch, her balls flopping over the base of her cock as she pushed it past her lips and into her mouth proper. The taste of her flesh exploded like fireworks, salty, hot, spicy even, throbbing beneath her tongue, her cum pipe yawning every few seconds with yet another load of precum she eagerly swallowed. Her flare spread her mouth wide enough for it to hurt as she kept nursing, drinking the product of her nethers as if it were nectar, bringing herself ever closer to a peak so massive she didn't know she could endure it. The fist sized flare tickled the back of her throat in ways she never thought were possible, even that time she had tried deepthroating her first and only boyfriend she had not felt like that. He had been big and thick but even the thinnest point of her fifty five centimetre horsecock was twice as big as his widest point back then, not to mention more than twice as long. Even overwhelmed as she was in that moment, she had lasted far more than he did. She pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly, putting more pressure on her shaft, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh of her flare until she could take no more and felt her sack twitch, the flor of precum stop for but a split second before she felt it churn and let loose. She pulled back just in time to see the entire cock twitch in her hands and bloat as her first orgasm as a being that surpassed logic and reason crashed onto her. One spurt, then two, three, ten, fifteen, each blast of cum hitting her square in the jaw, splattering on the top side of her breasts, spilling around their curves onto the couch and the floor, several blissful seconds spent squeezing, moaning, thrusting into her own massive cleavage, making out with her own spurting cockhead over and over, mouth filling with hot cum only for her to swallow and repeat the process. Seconds felt like minutes but the one minute she did spend making a mess of her felt like an eternity and when she was done, she slumped on the couch, panting, her softening cock flopping on her waist, drooling several more messy loads onto the soaked carpet for good measure.

She laid there, panting, her hands clutching either her cum-coated chest or her still heaving nuts, now less heavy than before but by no means smaller or less magnificent than before. Carry groaned, slowly lifting up and getting her ass firmly planted on the part of the couch that asses were supposed to sit on, cum dribbling from her chest, hanging on to the tips of her perky nipples for dear life as her breasts swayed and wobbled. She smiled, happy, content, sated, she also laid there not a male like she had been just an hour and fifteen minutes before, like she had been all her life. Funny how one night of sleep and one weird dream can make things so different and fun.

"Alright... equipment tested..." She cupped her left breast and moaned one more time, her hand coated with cum which she licked greedily. "... thoroughly." A light chuckle escaped her lips. "Now what do to?" The newly minted dragon dickgirl stood up, her talons splashing in the lewd puddle of cum that was her carpet and stretched her back after laying down and bending at such an awkward angle for more than she was used to. All the weight bolted to her chest and crotch swayed pleasantly, making her grin silently in her living room. She snapped her fingers the moment she saw her clothes on the floor, coated in cum as well. "Clothes, I need... clothes. Fuck me... I don't have anything that fits anymore!" The bliss faded as the realization settled in: being a wonder of magic was surely the best thing to happen in her entire life but there were problems that came with it: what would she wear when she'd go outside? Because she was going to: all that goodness she packed wasn't just going to stay locked in her apartment, that would be an unforgivable waste. "I'll have to squeeze into something..."

Although she didn't quite like the idea, she still walked with a certain pep to her steps, her hips swaying as much as they could even without anyone being there to witness her shapely rump shake left and right, nor to look the fraction of her massive sack peek from the gaps in her toned legs every other step. She opened her wardrobe, taking out a few shirts and put them on. Try as she might, her tits were too big to even make the rim vault over them in any way, well, to be honest she did manage to put one shirt on, but it hurt and squeezed her too much, so she had to rip it apart with her claws to allow her some room to breathe. The solution was one that was both lewd and comfy: no shirt at all. Beneath her big hoodie she was practically naked, the same went for her largest sweatpants, but those were bulging so much with horsecock and her swollen balls that she wasn't sure whether it was better to go around actually naked. Her shaft was nearly visible under the stretchy cotton, her balls propping it up so that the flare, the medial ring, the all-around obscene size of it, all could be seen bob and wobble. Worried for a moment that even she couldn't stand the immense amount of stares she was bound to be subjected to, Carry grabbed her big coat, the one she got for a present from her mother, big enough to cover her tits and her package to some degree and possibly allow her enough leeway to walk without being arrested for public indecency.

The young dragon took wallet, phone and all and walked out, her hearth thumping in her chest so hard it almost hurt, but the excitement of being able to walk and live like a different person, was far too great to let that thump stop her. People stared and they stared a lot: every stop light, every crossing, her taller frame, her magnificent horns adorned with black bands, her pure white scales stained by the weird exotic rune, drew the eyes towards her like magnets. Carry walked, increasingly sure of herself, increasingly at ease with her form, undoing a little of the fuzzy coat so that people could have a peek of the huge tits beneath, still hidden by her hoodie but not quite invisible. People stared a little more and she let them stare. However, the moment she stepped in front of the place she had walked nearly two kilometres to see, she froze and gulped. Still, the dragoness walked in, welcomed by the pleasing scent of lilacs and other flowers and then froze again, quietly, silently sniffing herself only to realize she had taken no shower, no bath and had walked around the city practically still covered in her own cum and smelling of it so much it overwhelmed her senses the moment she stood still for too long even among the myriad of fragrances. It was both arousing and scary to think about.

"Good afternoon miss, how may I help?" An employee, a cheetah, wearing the uniform of the shop walked near her and gently introduced herself, but she stopped to sniff the air, her eyes glazing over the form of the dragoness in front of her. Even with that much fluff, the cheetah could easily spot the elements that made up for the strong musk around that body and the things the customer might need. "Ah, I think I know what you need. Follow me." The employee turned around with a slight blush on her furry face and led Carry to a different kind of section inside the otherwise flowery shop, one that had quite the different feel. "Here we have our best supplies for herms of all sizes." The cheetah smiled, picking up a massive bra from the rack next to her. "DD cup, extra strong braces with all the comfort you need." She moved a couple of steps away and grabbed a pair of panties that could only be described with 'there's people with that kind of junk??', one after the other, but all seemed still too small for Carry. "Would you like me to help you choose a model to your liking?"

"N-no, I'm good, I... usually browse by myself." She put up her best smile as she lied, pretending this was not her first time in a shop like that or even pondering what size of bra to buy for herself. "Thanks though."

"You're welcome." The cheetah nodded her head before walking away, lightly slapping her face to make her blush disappear after being so close to that dragon for too long.

Carry sighed and went on with her search for something that would fit, moving slowly between isles of items she never thought she'd see in her hands nor consider buying for that matter. She tried on bras and underwear that would have looked massive on her male form even with some padding to boost his size. Her soft horsecock brushed against a dozen pairs of panties specially moulded for herms, teased again and again with soft fabrics to the point she was starting to feel it throb harder and make her think of the nearest place to hide and unload some of the building tension. She endured, eventually choosing a few items she knew would fit and possibly wouldn't break if she were to pop a boner in public. The giddy, excited dragon then moved to the cash register, her hands full of all manners of underwear ranging from comfy to sexy to proper lingerie, moving on to pants, shirts and hoodies. Her wallet would hurt but it was a necessary evil at this point.

"Shopping spree?" The cashier smiled, a little overwhelmed by the larger-than-normal load of items the dragoness was buying. Carry nodded. "If you want you could make an account with our store right now, get a ten percent discount."

"Well... alright." It would save some money if anything. As she was filling in the information on the electronic papers, someone tapped her shoulder and took her attention. "Yes?" The white dragon turned around, her eyes widening in shock the instant she saw a familiar feathered face and a familiar lizard standing behind her, holding some items for themselves.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I thought..." Darren chuckled, looking at Carry in a funny way, like he knew her but not really. It wasn't wrong to say that, not entirely and the owl was correct in thinking that. "I thought you were a friend of mine, you look almost entirely the same but... well... he's got no marks on his muzzle and..." Darren pointed at the clothed mound of tits and the sack barely contained by her stretched out pants below that. Carry smiled gently, regaining her composure to some degree.

"My, what a coincidence. What is your friend called if I may ask?" She held her phone so that the cashier could scan the code of her bank account and complete the transaction.

"Carry." Of course the dragon knew the answer and the sheer comedic value of the situation made her smile and giggle before she could shut herself up. "Something wrong miss?" Darren cocked his head sideways, just as confused as Violet was by the sudden reaction of the herm in front of them.

"Nothing it's just that..." She struggled to find an explanation, her mind working a thousand miles an hour to do so until all came to a screeching halt. "He's my cousin."