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On her days off, Bianca wasn't the type to find herself anywhere near a bar or tavern, but when it came to hanging out with her friends, she was willing to make an exception now and again.

Given the strange injection that she'd provided to her friend, Trisha, she decided it was a good idea to keep a close eye on her, though she hadn't actually seen the timid girl since.

"Meet me at the Leather Strap, huh? Couldn't have picked a worse place if you tried, girl," Bianca groaned. She was still combing her hair, the arctic vixen trying to decide if she should try to get the tresses of brilliant white to fall to one side of her head, or if she was better off giving up on a style and just throwing the whole thing back into a ponytail. "At least there should be some good eye candy for me to nibble on..."

A short, slender body of white fur was covered by a contrasting dress of black, the loose, comfy fabric reaching just above the start of her calf. Spaghetti straps over the shoulders gave her just enough of a sultry look that she'd probably catch some attention, and a bright, bold handbag of red rested on her hip, the strap cutting through the middle of her modest cleavage to push her breasts forth just a little bit more.

"Like hell I'm paying for a drink on my night off..."

**

Trent was enjoying a moment of peace and quiet to himself, relatively speaking.

The loud, rumbling thunder of a base line running through the floor and rattling his drink was easier to ignore than one might imagine, especially when he was so delicately sipping the edge of a highball glass, focused purely on the liquid within. He had to be mindful not to down too many of them in one night, lest his technique could become sloppy, but there was less pressure on the dragon than usual to make a good impression.

After all, his usual charge, Nicky, was spending the weekend with Viktor, and though lewd pictures were being sent to him every ten or fifteen minutes of Nicky being stuffed or tied up in some wild new position, Trent did nothing to hide the screen of his phone from wandering eyes. He even tilted it in the lowlight of the bar when some familiar couples walked past, knowing that they'd want to see everything that Trent was privy to.

"I knew I left you in good hands. Hopefully he doesn't spoil you too much," Trent murmured, though the text message he sent back said something very different. "After all, it's no good sharing you with other people if you aren't crawling at my feet and begging me to take you back when you get home..."

There was no fear in Trent's voice, having broken Nicky to such a point that he was more timid about leaving with Viktor for the weekend than he was about being publicly shamed and humiliated at their favorite bar. He was looking forward to seeing the short, slender pole of a man once more, but in the meantime, he had other business to attend to, and Nicky would only have gotten in the way.

Just as he ordered his third highball, Trent could see his charge walking across the dancefloor at The Leather Strap, looking utterly frustrated to be invited to such a place.

Then again, Bianca was no stranger to unusual and perverted places; she was just looking to enjoy that part of her life privately that weekend.

"The spider doesn't seek the fly," Trent whispered, watching as someone accosted Bianca and directed her toward the back of the club, to the row of private rooms where Trent first met Viktor. "He lets the fly come to him..."

Naturally, the arctic vixen looked nervous, even though she was lead quite gently to the back of the club. She didn't know that Trisha had gained such a reputation in the place, and certainly had no idea the kind of clout she must have had to get a private room kept in her name.

She also didn't see Trisha's name anywhere on the wall, the frame, or the door itself...and inside, the décor was nothing that she would have anticipated from her wallflower of a friend.

"Yes, I understand that I need to wait here for Trisha, but could you just tell me where she is?" Bianca had plenty of time working as a bartender, so her first instinct was always to know the ins and outs of a place before she could be trapped into something as innocuous as a boring conversation, or, in worse cases, the plot of someone who had been following her around. "I'd rather not wait in...w-well, in here, frankly, for someone that I can't even see!"

The bouncer that escorted her to the room was smiling so plainly that it was unsettling, and Trisha seemed to be taking her sweet time getting there, far as Bianca could tell. There was nothing in her text message about what part of the bar they should meet at, so she had nothing go off of, short of trusting this large, strange man that Trisha really was just tidying up.

Perhaps the exact opposite description of Trisha was the tall, thick dragon stomping his way around the corner, adjusting the coat of his suit and glaring down with eyes that were so deep and thick that Bianca nearly choked just by gazing into them.

"I'm sorry that Trisha's going to be a little late, tonight. I'm afraid that she's sent me in her place, for the time being."

The bouncer stepped away immediately, and the door to the private room was shut behind them; Bianca was already reaching for her pepper spray.

"Trisha is never the type to be late. She doesn't make dates very often, but when she does, she keeps them," the vixen claimed. "What have you done with her, and where is she?!"

"If she were in any kind of danger, I promise you that I'd be on my way to help her right now. I'm a good friend of hers as well, Bianca. She's told me a lot about you, and she'd like for you to trust me."

Knowing the vixen's name without having to ask it was enough to cause her to pause, as she released the small canister in her purse. "...She never tells anyone about me," she whispered, after a pausing thought. "You promise that she's all right?"

"Promise," Trent replied firmly. "Though it's very heartwarming to see how much you care about her, now."

"What do you mean, 'now'?"

"Do you feel like you've always been the best friend to her that you could be, Bianca?" Trent stepped away from the door when he was sure that she wouldn't try to run, but it was locked from the outside regardless. A desk against the wall was decorated with bottles and glasses that were sparkling clean in the low, red lights of the room, far away from the unsettlingly clean bed, and the bondage rack that Bianca couldn't ignore. "Also, care for a drink? I'm gonna have one."

"Hard pass," she quickly replied. "Though I'm sure I've been a wonderful friend to her all along..."

"I'm sure that she would agree, for the most part...and suit yourself. I'll be having one," Trent was already mixing up another highball, and he turned back to face Bianca so she could see that there was nothing out of the ordinary going into it. "Funny that we're both such good friends with her, but we haven't yet met."

The vixen found nowhere to sit comfortably other than the bed, so against the wall, she was content to lean. "Unusual more than it is funny," Bianca suggested. "I guess she took my advice to put herself out there pretty seriously."

"Yes, I was quite surprised when I first met her, as well. She didn't seem anything like me...I was sure we wouldn't hit it off, but now we hang out all the time! Surely, I've got you to thank for helping her come out of her shell a little bit more."

"I just told her to try meeting new people; to be more open to new experiences. I don't think I really did much."

Bianca still hadn't figured it out, even when a knowing grin formed over Trent's lips. They pursed around the edge of his highball, enjoying the soothing, cool liquid and the contrast of the soothing, alcoholic burn that traveled down into the pit of his stomach.

"_Mmmn..._that so, Bianca? You really don't think you had anything to do with this?"

She cocked a brow. "Anything to do with what , exactly?"

The dragon set his glass on the server and made an open gesture toward his body, as if he was putting himself on display. "This."

A suit of such deep and perfect black that it nearly matched his scales was offset only by a dress shirt of white, and a slim strip of matching black over the middle in the form of a simple tie. It was a nice suit, Bianca would be quick to admit, and if the circumstances were different, she might have even given the dragon a thought as a date, but everything about the moment was creeping her out, and Trisha was still nowhere to be found.

"No idea what you're talking about, big guy. If you're proud of your body, good for you. You clearly had to work pretty hard for it."

"Oh, I didn't have to do a damn thing," Trent confirmed. "This was all thanks to you."

One ear wilted sideways as Bianca tried to connect the dots. Her brain felt like there was one part of the puzzle missing, even though all the pieces were right there in front of her. "I had nothing to do with who you are, dude."

The last piece was hidden from sight, but as Trent reached into his coat pocket, a syringe was presented, making everything fall right into place.

"You had everything to do with what I am, Bianca. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner."

Her slender muzzle thinned, her jaw opening slowly and then gaping wide open, only to be covered by her paws flying up to her face in shock and disbelief. "T... Trisha?!"

"She's not able to come to the phone right now," Trent jested. "But I'll gladly take a message for you...she can have it when she wakes up, probably tomorrow sometime..."

The same fluid was floating around in the body of the syringe, just like the one Bianca had given to Trisha weeks before. She trusted her supplier unequivocally, and it was Trisha who paid the price for that trust...though she wasn't complaining about her new body.

Trent would never allow that.

"I d...I didn't know, Trisha! I had no idea that it would do this to you!" Bianca admitted, her eyes glassy with guilty tears that she tried to fight back. "I would never have given you that damned needle...oh God...you haven't been like this the whole time, have you?"

"It's Trent, actually," he corrected her, "And no...I come and go as I please, mostly. Trisha really wanted to see her best friend tonight, but I wanted to meet the person who brought me into this world so badly that I couldn't help making an appearance!"

Feeling like a mad scientist that had been turned on by its own creation, Bianca tried to hide her growing terror, but the hem of her dress was flittering about her ankles like black waves crashing onto an empty beach. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Tri...I mean, Trent! None of this was ever supposed to go this way!"

"You're so apologetic!" Trent noticed, as he twirled the syringe carelessly in his claws. "You really have no reason to be, Bianca. I'm not here to punish or admonish you for what you did...I'm thanking you for it. If anything, I'd like to reward you for it."

His words were all well and good, but there was no mistaking the intent in his eyes; even if he considered it a reward and called it such, Bianca surely wouldn't feel the same way about it.

"If your 'reward' has anything to do with putting that needle in my arm, you can forget about it right this fucking instant," Bianca gave up her usually collected demeanor in favor of gusto as Trent approached, even though she'd come to learn the true identity of the dragon. "I don't really care what you think I do or don't deserve for what happened...I already told you that I didn't know this would happen to you!"

"Do I really seem that angry?"

"Well, n-no...you don't seem angry at all, but that isn't the point!"

"You're right. The point is that I very quickly learned to enjoy my new body, and if you give yours a chance, I'm sure that you will, too," Trent explained. "But you'll never know until you try."

Bianca crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, knowing she had no way to escape, and no chance of overpowering her friend in their current states. "Not planning on giving it a try, Trent. I'm glad to know that you're okay with what happened, but I've got no intention of going down that road with you. I'd...I'd really like to go home now, honestly."

"You're not going anywhere until you take what's coming to you, Bianca. I'm sure you've already figured that out."

"Would getting that kind of revenge on me really make you feel better?"

"Would I really do this to one of my closest friends if I wasn't sure they would enjoy it?"

There was a change enough in Trent's demeanor that Bianca still wasn't entirely willing to trust him, as if she saw one personality taking advantage of the other and using the knowledge of Trisha's old mind to Trent's own benefit.

She also didn't see any other way out of the sealed room, and what little she'd heard about Trent's reputation made it sound like he was going fairly easy on her.

"Fine," her voice was firm, but exasperated. "Go ahead and stick me, then."

"Maybe later," Trent chuckled at his own joke. "But I'm afraid that you aren't of any use to me as you are now...hopefully a quick shot will help take care of that."

Bianca wasn't anymore a fan of needles than anyone else she knew, but she refused to grimace as Trent wrapped his digits around her arm and held it steady. She didn't dare to look at the site of the injection as the needle pierced her flesh, but she could _feel_the trickle of thick, black ooze spreading under the surface of her skin.

For a moment, her stomach turned, and she was forced to bring her free paw to her muzzle as she contained herself; Trent refused to let her arm go until he was sure the syringe was completely empty.

"No worse than an average flu shot, right?"

"Definitely i..._urnf..._identifying with the flu part right now," Bianca did all that she could to keep her composure, knowing that the last thing she should have done was gaze at the sight of tainted chemicals spreading across her arm, but like a moth to the flame, she couldn't tear herself away.

Just under the thin, neatly kept fur upon her forearm, she watched the ooze spread like freshly spilled oil across the spans of a gulf, tainting everything it came into contact with. She gasped at the thought of her pristine fur being permanently stained with such an obvious mark, but just as it started to spread along her wrist...it all faded away.

Even Trent wasn't sure what to make of it, as he released her arm and stared at it quizzically. "That's not exactly the reaction I was expecting," he admitted. "Certainly didn't happen like that for me , obviously enough."

"You have n-no idea what you just shot me up with, do you?" Bianca's voice started to warble as panic finally set in with a deep enough hold that she couldn't shake it. "You don't even have a clue what you're doing with that stuff!"

"About as much of a clue as you had," Trent reminded her.

"I got my supplies from a local, trusted buyer. The fact that there was one bad syringe in a bunch, after thousands of safe deliveries, isn't really something I could have accounted for!"

"And conveniently, you gave that one bad syringe to one of your best friends...a friend who became stronger and smarter because of it; a friend who made some very powerful connections over the past few weeks."

Bianca didn't properly notice the serum traveling through her bloodstream until it reached down into the pit of her stomach and twisted it into painful knots. She immediately dropped to her knees and sucked in a pained whimper, but even when she panted the desperate air back out, there was no relief to be found.

"We think that a simple and perfect routine makes life easier, but it's amazing how much more fun it can be when you replicate failure instead," Trent told her, seemingly ignorant of her struggle, or the terrible pain that pushed tears to the corners of her eyes. "Even something as rare as a failed batch of an arousing serum can be replicated with the right friends in high places to help you out...but as you might have guessed, an exact replication isn't theoretically possible, so you may notice some subtle differences here and there..."

The idea of turning into a thick, burly dragon, riddled to the edge with muscle wasn't something that ever would have appealed to Bianca.

Somehow, the serum seemed to pick up on that fact, as it spread back up her arm, this time invisible to the naked eye. Everything was happening under the surface of her skin as softer muscles did start to make an appearance against her fur, but they remained slim, a theme she very quickly took notice of as she looked down at her torso, to the source of her pain.

Her stomach was still bothered, but that pain was shockingly quick to fade when she noticed her breasts starting to do the same.

"I'm not sure why you look so surprised."

Bianca was hardly aware that she'd made a change of expression. Her jaw was gaping as much as one might expect, but she never felt the weight of it hanging as the mass of her chest sunk back into her flesh so smoothly and easily that it looked no more chaotic than the dimple of a napkin fading as it floated down to a table.

Same as that surface would be, her chest was utterly flat by the time she brought a paw to it.

"I'm aware that the serum turned you into a male," Bianca retorted. "I didn't think it would have the same effect on me..."

"I did say that you were of no use to me in your current state. What did you think I was getting at?"

It was rare that Bianca was of a forgetful or spacey mind.

That filled her with more than the usual dose of shame, as she'd forgotten what the majority of her customers were actually using those chemicals for.

"Trent, you...you d-don't want me for that!"

"I didn't before," he agreed, "But your jawline is getting a little heavier, your body is nice and slender, and you're starting to pitch a tent under that dress...looks like you might be just my speed, after all!"

The fabric of the dress was slim and revealing, perfect for the cut of Bianca's petite figure, but it told all of the mysteries of her body before anyone had a chance to ask them.

A rapidly growing clit was surprisingly easy to be distracted from, until it had stiffened and elongated to such a point that indeed, a small bulge was present in the front of Bianca's dress, just between her knees.

"Oh, s-shit..."

Though she didn't appear to be changing species, Bianca didn't have any room to question the certainty of her biology being shifted. She panted quietly as her endocrine system was forced to ramp testosterone production into high gear...and with such a rapid and sudden change, there came something that her mind couldn't prepare for.

This lust...holy fucking hell...

Whether it was a transformed mind making up for lost time, or merely her appreciation of what such a rapid boost would do to the unsuspecting mind, Bianca's thoughts were completely dominated by sexual fervor, though not quite in the way that she would have anticipated.

She was _grateful_for Trent's grasp as he literally ripped her still changing body out of her dress, just as swollen orbs came to life in the spot of flesh behind the base of her twitching cock.

"As much fun as it was to watch you squirm, I hope you know that we're not even close to being even, Bilal."

He accepted the name almost immediately, tossing away the identity and independence of 'Bianca' without hesitation. "And here I thought this was supposed to be a reward for me?"

"No reason we can't both enjoy your gift, you little bitch."

There were still facets of Bianca's personality that took longer to fade, and though Bilal's figure was finished transforming on the outside, all of the internal workings would need a moment to catch up.

Trent was full of ideas of how they could pass the time, and judging by the nervous smile on Bilal's lips, there would be little to no objection to them.

"I would never have asked this before, but...just how often did you play with yourself, when you still had the right to?"

Trisha and Bianca were close, but there were lines that their friendship simply didn't need to cross.

Trent was going to utterly erase those lines, and Bilal didn't have the shame enough to try and stop him.

"A couple of times a week, I guess? Sometimes more when a really hot customer would come into the store; what do you mean, when I had the right to?"

Trent's coat was full of surprises beyond the syringe that it once held. The next was heavier and thicker than the glass needed to contain a fluid, though it still meant to hold something.

Glistening in the seat of his palm as he fished it out, Trent knew that Bilal would be familiar with the cylindrical passage of a chastity cage.

"I mean that I'm taking that right away from you, doofus. Don't tell me that the syringe has dumbed you down or something?"

"Maybe I just wanted to play hard to get, big guy."

"I would not recommend that."

Trent was already holding Bilal with one thick, muscular arm and a grip that the lithe fox couldn't possibly wiggle out of. From a distance, it would have appeared that a piece of cloth was dangling from a branch, but Bilal was faced with a much greater peril than any view would have let on.

His legs were kicking, but it was all feigning protest as Trent tossed the vulpine to the bed effortlessly and stood above him. "What's the matter? Not a fan of the chase?" Bilal asked, finally holding still as Trent loomed over him. "Feels like you'd be the type to make a game out of it..."

"The chase has been going on for weeks, Bilal. That you were unaware of that fact doesn't mean I'm gonna slow things down, just so that you have a chance to catch up."

It wasn't fair, but Bilal was simply getting a crash course in how Trent's policies worked. Fairness was never at the top of the list, and the warmth of a new, throbbing cock was greeted not with a pleasurable stroke or a playful lick, but with the clasp of cold steel around the shaft as its first, virgin interaction.

Unaware of just how sensitive a man's flesh could be, Bilal shuddered like he'd never known the cold before, but there was a deeper satisfaction in being trapped that way, creating a distraction and awakening an excitement that wasn't there before. "Starting to look like I can't fall much further behind," he claimed, trying to keep up with Trent's blistering pace. "That's...n-not very comfortable, if I'm being honest..."

"Not my problem."

Bilal was merely the one who sparked the transformation that birthed Trent: he wasn't aware of the extent to which the dragon had gone to carve out a devious name for himself.

Getting a face full of the dragon's cock was a fairly modest move, whether or not Bilal knew it.

"You'll find that comfort isn't something a lot of people have around me," Trent pointed out. "I'd say that now would be the time for you to leave if you've got a problem with that, but as you might have noticed, you're not going anywhere."

The shameless fox knew that if he opened his muzzle to reply, it was going to be stuffed before he could manage a word. He never even saw Trent pull his slacks away; the dragon moved fast and worked even faster, leaving Bilal no outs and no opportunity to negotiate.

He wasn't sure why there was a voice in the back of his mind encouraging him to push Trent to further actions, but it was dominating his thoughts as he settled for the imaginary flavor of the lengthy, rigid tool.

The fantasy wasn't allowed to last, as Trent gripped firmly on either side of a narrow, vulpine muzzle and pried it open with ease. "I'm not sure what the hell you were waiting for," he growled, slapping the head of his member down across a wide, flat tongue. "I dunno how many guys you sucked off before the change, but I'm sure they were able to get you to do it without having to force your mouth open...unless that's what you were going for?"

With ears folded back and eyes so wide that it bordered on Bilal playing a role, Trent had his answer without a word being spoken. He couldn't help rolling his eyes as he dropped his hips forth, pinning Bilal's head back in the bed and stuffing his length so far into the vulpine's maw that for a moment, taking a breath would be nigh impossible.

Scary as it was to start with, it was a glorious moment for Bilal, who found more arousal in embracing that struggle than he ever would have expected. Even when he started to cough and gag around the shaft, and the tip rubbed none too gently against the opening of his throat, the fox remained eager to serve.

Each tendril of spit that cast up from his coughing lips and spilled down over the side of his cheek was like a badge of honor; a sign that he wasn't giving up so easily, even at his own sensual peril.

"You're gonna pass out if you keep that up, Bilal..."

Trent's eyes narrowed down on the submissive fox, expecting him to finally come to his senses. Their gazes missed an exchange by the smallest margin as Bilal's eyes started to roll back in his head, but without remorse, Trent pushed further into an already cramped muzzle, until his balls were resting on the vulpine's chin.

There wasn't even room for spittle to jettison out as Bilal struggled against his mouthful. Paws flew to Trent's hips and gripped them tight as the lucky fox did all that he could to cling to consciousness, but the dragon knew he could only have proper fun with his friend while he was still awake.

Just before a lack of air sent Bilal spiraling into his own dreams, Trent eased back enough for the fox to draw air through his nostrils; there was no break for his throat.

"You're just lucky that it's too early to sleep," Trent claimed. He kept the depth of his pleasure hidden, not wanting his voice to give away just how close Bilal's struggling throat brought him to a climax. "Otherwise I would have basted your mouth and left you there to sleep it off..."

Can't believe I'm thinking this, but I'd rather you promise that than threaten it, Bilal's thoughts were still shocking him; he was having to learn to deal with an uncomfortable amount of arousal on the fly, but his body was doing an admirable job of keeping up with Trent's demands.

He was quietly hopeful that a chastity cage and a throat-battering blowjob were only the start of the trials he'd have to endure.

"But you...you're more than capable of swallowing a full load, aren't you?" Trent was happy to tease him with his limited knowledge of Bilal's habits from when he was still Bianca. "One thing I was never able to get you to fess up to was just how experienced you were in other acts."

A wide, gaping maw was finally left open as Trent leaned back on his knees and watched as long, messy strands of saliva painted Bilal's chin and dribbled over his neck. The fox was forced to draw in as much air as he could by pure survival instinct, but there wouldn't be enough oxygen for him to manage a word before he was forcefully gripped in the deadly talons of the dragon.

"You tried to act like a sweet, innocent little girl to boost sales at The Occult, but I always wondered just how many customers you let use the rear entrance," Trent cut right to the chase as Bilal bounced onto his stomach, the weight of his own body flattening his member to his stomach and adding even more pressure to an already tight chastity cage. "I'm sure I can't be the first one to try and force my way in...or am I about to win a prize for being the 1,000th customer?"

As Bianca, she never would have lifted her tail so easily, even if she was desperate to be fucked by her lover for the evening.

As Bilal, his tail was already starting to lift before his body was flipped over, and the tip was tickling the back of his own neck as Trent waited behind him.

"I'm sure you won't believe me after that," Bilal looked back over his shoulder, "But I was never so eager for this kind of thing as I am right now..."

"Apparently the serum turned you into an even bigger slut than you already were."

"Who said I was before?"

"I did," Trent growled. "You're the one who told me that this stuff is supposed to help bring out the reality of who we want to be...the person we are on the inside, as I recall?"

Bilal flickered an ear at the thought, contemplating it just long enough to miss the sight of Trent's long, draconic tip piercing his warm, compliant pucker.

"I never would have taken you for being such a little whore on the inside...never thought that's who you wanted to be, but as your friend, I'm more than happy to help you live out that fantasy!"

There wasn't anything friendly about the pummeling thrust that ended up spreading Bilal further apart, leaving the poor fox to struggle and squirm around a length that was _just_lubricated enough not to ruin him. The pressure was unbelievable to start, but rather than twisting up in the pain that he expected to feel, Bilal's body was entirely receptive to the length of the dragon, so much so that he was inwardly frustrated.

I just had to enjoy getting fucked by something the size of a baseball bat...

His thoughts weren't echoed in his words; "This is your fantasy, b-big guy...don't try to act like it isn't!"

"Actually, my fantasy takes place out there."

"...Where?"

**

People were always willing to push the limits of the club past the boundaries that were set by the staff, and even those set by the local laws and ordinances, but no one pushed the proverbial envelope quite as much as Trent was willing to.

Naturally, no one else was willing to push back and tell him that he was in the wrong as he stepped out to the middle of the dance floor, ushered in by a caged and collared Bilal. The fox wouldn't have been trembling so much as he marched out on his paws and knees, but every awkward move was a slower move than Trent's gait, meaning another inch of his cock would find its way inside of the submissive vulpine.

For Bianca, it would have been a fate worse than death, both in the pain of the massive penetration, and the embarrassment of being exposed to the bar in such a way.

For Bilal, it was nothing short of a dream come true to be spread to the very limits of what his body could handle while a whole crowd watched...and cheers from the crowd were music to Trent's already ringing ears.

He was already looking forward to parading the little slut around the bar all weekend...and Bilal was eagerly waiting to clean up his first mess the old fashioned way.