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The Slut Suit For Magnus By Draconicon

Radrin wasn't much of a dragon, compared to many of his brethren. He didn't have powerful magics, nor did he have an incredible set of muscles. He wasn't a giant among intellectuals, nor was he a mystic repository of wisdom. The red dragon didn't have a terrifying breath of fire, nor one of ice, acid, or lightning.

All he had was his body, and a sound body it was.

He stood in front of a mirror, flexing in his underwear. It was one of his primary hobbies of late when he wasn't getting called out by either the local twinks or some of the desperate ladies. They needed something from him, and he needed something from them. Pay to play, cash for cock.

Smiling, he reached down to his briefs, squeezing his bulge through it, feeling the sheer thickness that it had. He'd plunged that into more holes in the last few months than he imagined most people did in their whole lives. There seemed to be a limitless number of gay boys that needed a hard pounding, and just as many ladies that needed to satisfy their urges for something a bit...wilder than was publically acceptable.

Of course, he would be the first to admit that it didn't always go well. His smile faded a bit as he remembered that one bear that called him over and then tried to fuck his ass. That had almost gone against him, and if it hadn't been for the big guy falling and cracking his head on the wall, Radrin would have ended up butt-fucked.

Which wasn't part of the deal at all.

He flexed again, admiring his chest muscles, his big biceps. People wanted him on top of them, and that was fine. People that thought they could break him...well, he'd gotten better with the filters, since then.

Ding, dong.

"Huh?"

He hadn't ordered anything today...then again, it might be one of those amazon gifts that his clients kept sending. Lots of them liked to see him in fetish outfits, and if it fit the bill, why the hell not?

Shrugging, he walked out to the front porch and looked down not much more than a tiny package, and no sign of the mailman. Taking the box inside, he flicked it open with a claw and peeked inside.

It was nothing but a vial, and it didn't look like his usual vitamin pills. Radrin cocked an eyebrow up and reached down, picking it up and turning it around. There wasn't much to be said for labeling, only declaring that it was some sort of super serum - almost like something out of a comic - and the stuff inside looked...different. Mostly black, with a little white and yellow here and there. Not his color at all.

"Bringing out the super in you, huh? Sounds pretty bogus..."

Then again, he'd gotten enough clients that liked him to play the hyper-masculine superhero that would fuck their 'villain' into the ground. Maybe it was something like that. There was nothing else in the box, but then again, he hadn't gotten any notes with most of the gifts, either.

Well, what's it gonna hurt? After all, he was a dragon. They were immune to most poisons and deadly chemicals as a general rule, and the ones that they weren't immune to were hard to get and expensive. He doubted anyone had that much of a gripe against him.

He popped the cork, and things went to hell.

Immediately, the goo followed the cork out, thrusting itself out of the bottle like some unleashed tsunami. Radrin dropped the vial quickly, and it was the only reason that he wasn't drenched in the stuff right off the bat. It hit his legs, instead, and instead of just dripping off, seemed to cling to him like strands of glue.

The red dragon yanked on his legs, barely managing to free one of them from the ooze before it raised up again. He cursed, throwing himself as far from it as he could.

It wasn't far enough. The wave landed on Radrin's legs, swallowing his feet and his legs up to his knees, and spreading further in slithering lines up his body. It lashed against him when he struggled, even going so far as to smack his ass like a riding crop when it reached that high.

"Hey! No touching the ass!"

The goo didn't respond, flooding over him. He felt his briefs getting yanked away as he was lifted off of the ground, suspended in an absurd amount of the black stuff. His underwear went flying down the hall, and he felt the goo sticking to him in its place, pulling at his ass cheeks and parting them somehow with an impossibly firm grip.

He flailed, his legs paralyzed but his arms making up for it as he swiped at the goo again and again. Bits and pieces of it went flying, but it always rejoined the main mass of it, and as the black stuff kept rising, Radrin knew that it was only a matter of time until it covered him completely -

"GAH!"

He roared as his cock was suddenly grabbed by the black stuff, pushed up and back from its place between his legs. He watched as it flattened against his belly, covered with the shimmering ooze, and as he reached for it, he realized...he couldn't feel it. There was no sensation to his cock through the black stuff at all.

It only got worse as he felt it creeping up his back, dragging his tail up with it, his ass cheeks pulled apart and his hole 'rubbed' at by the black ooze. It was like feeling a finger back there, and his mind flicked back to the bear again, how this was something that he couldn't get away from.

The black went further and further, swallowing up his belly and his chest, covering his muscles and his scales with the same strange layer as had covered everything else. He couldn't get away from it, couldn't pull his arms back as it swallowed them up. It looked like he was getting covered in black gloves or black...

Latex?

It felt like it, at least, where he could still feel anything. It was slick enough and frictionless enough for it. But how did it live? How did it move, and why was it trying to swallow him up?

Questions that needed answers, but he couldn't do that as the blackness rose to his neck, and then up over his chin. His mouth was covered, then forced open as the latex swelled, rolling down his throat and forcing him to be coated in it. It spread over the top of his snout, heading towards his eyes in short order, and he groaned as they were covered in a semi-transparent lens of it.

Sound died off, completely gone as the latex covered the back of his head. The swirling mass of it seemed to die off, and he stumbled as he hit the ground. He felt so much more massive, so much...so much...

Hotter.

It was hotter inside of the latex as he panted through his forced-open mouth. He could feel himself sweating already, felt it running down his back and under his feet, making it all feel damp. His lenses fogged up almost immediately, only to clear a second later, and fog up again.

So...hot...

He tried to push his tail down, still embarrassed by the way the latex held it up, but he couldn't. It wouldn't move in the slightest, and the more he tried, the more the heat seemed to shift. Almost like it was running back towards...towards his ass.

Radrin groaned, almost spitting out his next breath as he felt his hole clench, hard.

"Mmmph"

Feeling it, are you?

That voice! He whipped his head around, trying to see what it was, but he couldn't see anyone or anything.

Don't bother. I'm not here physically yet. But I will be soon. And then, I believe I will take you on a test ride.

"Mmmph! Mmmph-mm!"

Why shouldn't I take you? You are quite the specimen, after all, and it will only take a little while to train your ass to be as practiced as your cock. And besides, you likely notice the scent, now.

Scent? He breathed slightly, and he groaned as the heat immediately started rising higher. Oh, there was a scent of something, alright, so thick that he could taste it in his mouth, feel it over his latex-covered tongue. The dragon fell to his knees, groaning as his ass puckered, his cock held too tight by the latex to do anything.

Yes, that smell. That musky smell that you know all too well. Tormenting your subs with it, I imagine. Now, you'll learn the smell of a real male, and learn to love it.

It was sure as hell a male scent and one that was burning through his head. He felt his hole puckering and twitching, felt the latex somehow getting pulled inside of him, opening him up and stretching him out. It was like -

"MMMMPH!"

He groaned aloud when it hit his prostate, providing a strange, constant squeeze and light vibration to it. Radrin arched his back, his toes curling in the squeaky, rubbery 'shoes' he had around his feet now...and then...then he heard it.

Footsteps. Two of them, as if someone had just stepped off a stair. Radrin whipped his head around, and there it was. An alligator creature, but taller than any that he'd ever seen, with a toothy maw and a thick cock in hand. That had to be the source of the smell. Just looking at it, somehow, seemed to make it stronger. He couldn't figure out how, but...but it did.

The creature seemed to emanate heat, and as he felt one scaled hand rest on his hip, he shivered. It was warmer than the inside of an oven and made him sweat all the more beneath the latex. The creature chuckled.

Don't worry... you'll enjoy this. Eventually.

That was precisely what Radrin was afraid of as that cock pressed against his hole, the demon getting ready to slam in. How long could he hold onto himself? As he almost pushed back at the next breath of that scent, he knew the answer.

Not long.

The End