The New Toy
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The New Toy
By William W. Kelso
Gant hadn't been in this section of the old city area before, but the pickings were pretty good so far. The inhabitants seemed to be a little more alert, but he was such an accomplished cutpurse that they never even noticed when he relieved them of their coin. A slit along the bottom of a well secured purse, and coins in hand he quickly faded inconspicuously back into the crowd. He smiled when he heard an angry bellow or two, but was already long gone. The only drawback was the city folk here were less affluent then the newer more prosperous part of the city, so he had to lift more purses to get as much money. He had enough for a few days lodging at a decent Inn, but decided he'd try a bit of burglary as it usually paid off better then pick-pocketing. So he began to look for a suitable 'candidate' to case.
He quickly ruled out a few jewelry shops and a place that sold better quality clothing, their magical wards and other safeguards weren't worth the risk. Oh, he probably could get in; and out again, but it would be too much work. And like most of his chosen profession he preferred to work as little as possible. No, he wanted an easy mark. And he found what he was looking for, in fact almost missed it as there was no sign or other indication the small shop was even a shop. It was wedged between two larger buildings, and if he hadn't just happened to glance through the single dirt smudged window he'd have ignored the place as being closed. What caught his attention was the glint of gold as a rather large sum exchanged hands, and the proprietor handed the customer a long narrow box wrapped in colorful paper, and the customer, a rather well to do looking lady, handed him a large handful of gold coins. At least fifty full eagles! To a thief such as him that was a fortune indeed. As the lady exited the shop he held the door open for her, smiled, and then slipped inside. He started 'browsing' like a possible customer, and soon realized why the store didn't have a sign or even any indication it existed. It was one of those kind of establishments that no one liked to admit existed, but everyone knew about. It was a sex shop, as in it provided the 'tools', drugs, and other implements of desire and pleasure. And from the looks quite an up-scale one, he pursed his lips at the prices on the various 'toys' and other items, up-scale indeed!
"May I be of assistance?" A deep bass voice inquired.
Gant turned to the source of the voice; it was of course the man who had sold something to the lady, and said,
"Oh, not really good sir, I was just looking. Maybe a little something to spice up the romance with my girlfriend a bit."
"Well, the proprietor said, this is really an 'invitation only' establishment, we cater to a very special, er, clientele. But since you're here, feel free to look. I have some potions that will make any woman beg to be your sex slave. Of if you prefer animals they have the same effect on mammals and reptiles."
"Um, no, my girlfriend is human", Gant stammered. Animals? What kind of 'clientele' did he have, anyway? "But thank you, I'll have a quick look around and hopefully I'll find something."
The proprietor went back behind the counter, so Gant 'perused' the shop, paying more attention to possible security measures than anything else. He did have to admit the selection and quality of the 'stock' was excellent. He stopped and looked in one glassed in display case at the largest, and weirdest, selection of dildo's he'd ever seen. They were every shape, size, and color and many were definitely non-human. He recognized ones that were equine and canine, but some were totally bizarre. There is NO way a human could get THAT in ANY hole, he thought, looking at one that looked more like some sort of a plumber's tool than anything else. Another case contained fancy leather halters; for both human and animal forms, one had whips, another chains and manacles. One counter had every kind of love or enhancement potion he'd ever heard off, and many he hadn't. But to his delight the security measures seemed to be almost non-existent, there being only a few basic wards and the lock on the door, though of good quality, was old and would be easy for a thief of Gant's experience to pick. He could be in and out in a few minutes. Even the lockbox on the counter was old, and as he glanced at it in passing the clerk was putting the gold coins into it, and his eyes widened at the amount it contained. It would be his biggest haul yet! He could live well for over a year. Finally; having found out what he wanted, he said,
"Thank you, guess I didn't see anything this time. You certainly have an impressive, er, selection."
"Oh yes, the proprietor said, 'Merlin's Naughty Necessities' carries only the finest sex toys and related items. We cater to a most selective and picky clientele. I'm sorry you didn't see anything of interest, but maybe next time."
Next time, thought Gant, as he left, I won't be looking at sex toys. Since it was getting late he faded into an alley across the street, and with his keen vision could see part of the inside of the shop through the small window, and as he had hoped the clerk did not empty the lockbox when he closed the shop for the night. He locked the door, blew out the candles, and a short time later a light came on upstairs, then about two hours later it went out. Gant waited for another couple of hours before he made his move. Like taking candy from a baby, he thought.
Gustav kept his eye on the new 'customer' as the man looked around the shop. His first instinct was to kick him out, as while he was well enough dressed he gave the impression as being a somewhat unsavory type, but seeing as some of his best customers were also unsavory types he decided not to. Sometime a one-time 'walk-in' customer would turn out to be a regular. He kept an eye on him, but he didn't appear to be up to any villainy. Still, he was glad when he left. It was getting fairly late, and since there were no more scheduled appointments for the day he closed up shop, and then went upstairs to his rooms, and after a big dinner he went to bed. Running the shop was not exactly hard, but it could be tiring, so he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Gant made his move with practiced ease; he slipped across the narrow road, countered the wards, picked the lock, and was inside in less than a minute. He was very good at what he did. He locked the door behind him and reactivated the external wards, that way if any paid watchman came by he would assume everything was fine. He was a little surprised there were no interior wards, not that they would have been much trouble. The lockbox was warded of course, but it was quite easy to counter, and even easier to open, it wasn't even locked! He glanced around, and reached in to help himself to the ample pile of gold and silver coins. With a snap a spark jumped to his fingers and he felt a sharp tingle, which quickly spread throughout his body. Damn it, a spell trap, a passive one that only activated by touch! He should have been more careful! Desperately he tried to counter it, but the magic was very powerful, and of a type unknown to him. Most likely it would render him helpless until the watch arrived. He had to get OUT of here! Such trap spells often became ineffective once you left the premises of the property they protected.
Gustav had known the second the thief entered the shop, and knew who it was as well. He had suspected something like this. He felt the wards deactivate, then reactivate after the man entered. Nice touch, he thought. But the wards were meant to be little more than an annoyance; the real defenses were undetectable except by a more advanced mage or guild level thief. This fellow, though good, definitely did not fall into those categories. Gustav smiled as one of the trap spells activated, then rolled over and went back to sleep. There was no need for him to do anything, and he was tired.
Gant quickly reached the door, but was horrified to find the inside doorknob was gone now! The door was slick with no handle or lock visible, only a plain wood surface. He clawed at it, and then tried the window, but there was no way to open it. He gave a moan as he felt the spell spreading through his body start to take effect. Damn it, he was known to the local authorities, he'd get five years hard labor for this at least, if not more! The tingle became an increasing warmth in his whole body, and he began to sweat and reached up and loosened his collar, and as he did felt something brush against his fingers, and frowned when he held up a tuft of long hair. He gasped as he recognized the hair, and reaching up again his hands came away with more, his hair was falling out! It wasn't particularly good looking hair, but still! What kind of protection spell was this, anyway?
Soon his head was slick and bald, and he now felt an uncomfortable swelling in his groin, and his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, and with a rip seams began to give way. He reached down to try and loosen his belt, but to his horror found his hands had fused into stubs, his fingers having grown together and disappeared. With a loud rip the crotch of his trousers gave way, and his testicles flopped into view, but far larger than before; and there was NO sign of his penis! His crotch and stomach above his still growing balls were bare. He stared in confusion, and when he tried to reach down to touch himself and take a closer look; his cock had to be there somewhere, he realized his arms now ended at the elbows, his sleeves hanging limp and empty. He flailed his stubby arms and; panicking now, tried to scream, to call for help, but to his dismay only produced a kind of slobbering mewling squeal, and felt something thick and wet drooling from his mouth.
He kicked feebly at the door, knowing he had to escape, but his balls had been sagging lower and absorbing his legs, and his movement was limited to a kind of waddling shuffle as his shoes fell off his feet as his toes began growing together, his arms were now mere bumps as his shirt slid down his now round featureless body, his shoulders gone as the base of his head flared out into a corona, his mouth now a vertical slit, soft and toothless, drooling thick clear fluid. He stumbled around the shop for a bit longer finding it more difficult to move as his body became increasingly soft and flaccid, his balls slowly absorbing the rest of his legs and feet, until finally the giant phallus fell over with a wet splat, and lay wriggling helplessly in a growing puddle of precum as the transformation concluded, the balls churning and shaft flopping as the last of his bones dissolved leaving only muscles and soft tissue.
The soft glans moved slowly from side to slide leaving a smear of pre, the urethras slit silently opening and closing as if the giant sexual organ was trying to speak. Eventually, exhausted, he stopped squirming and became still. He was horrified; he knew what had happened to him, but WHY? Surely a simple immobility or paralyzing spell would have been sufficient. Why the bizarre, and sickly twisted, transformation spell? Though apparently 'blind', he could still see and was aware of his surroundings. He had no choice but to lay there helplessly and await whatever might befall him in the morning.
Gustav woke with a huge yawn, and getting out of bed went to the bathroom, shaved, had a nice breakfast, and headed downstairs to open up the shop for the day. As he entered the shop he paused in surprise when he saw the huge penis, complete with two large testicles and scrotum, lying on the floor. Of course, the thief! He'd half thought it might have been a dream. He inspected the large phallus, and removed the remains of clothing, the shirt bunched up around the base of the shaft. The whole thing was about four feet long flaccid, but he knew it would grow when aroused. Very nice, he thought, good even shape, big head, nice coloring. With a grunt he dragged it into a small storeroom behind the counter and left it on the floor, wriggling slightly. He picked up the clothes, ruined, torn and soaked in pre, andwas happy to note the purse had a decent amount in it, and then cleaned up the puddle of precum that had formed on the floor. What a mess. Then he used a minor fire spell to destroy the clothing. There, no sign the thief had ever even existed, he doubted that anyone would come looking, but best to be safe. Considering where most of his supply of rather specialized dildo's and other sex toys originated he had learned to be quite careful. If their source was ever found out he would not be long for this world, but even though he knew some of his special 'customers' suspected, he also knew they would not complain even if he verified their suspicions. He found it was much easier to make a living doing this then as a freelance sorcerer, too much competition in the other areas. The thief had knocked over a few displays as well during his transformation, but thankfully nothing was broken. He tidied up, and the opened up for the day. The newest addition to his 'stock' would have to wait until later, but it wasn't going anywhere.
At the end of the day; a most profitable one, he finally closed up the shop and happily counted the days earnings. Perhaps the thief's 'visit' had been a precursor for good luck, it was one of the best days he'd had in quite some time. Several very expensive items had sold, including two of his 'living flesh dildo's' and a jack sleeve in the form of a fully functional vagina, which were his specialty. They looked, felt, and reacted exactly like the real thing, because known only to him; they WERE the real thing, each one having once been a person. Most had been beggars and other trash, or the occasional thief, people that no one would miss or care about. It was amazing what a kind word and offer of a warm meal and place to sleep could accomplish. Then once they took the potion it didn't take long. As far as he was concerned they were better off now, at least they were valuable and would be well cared for and never 'want' for anything again, he'd done them a favor, given them a purpose.
He finished closing up, then walked back to the storeroom to examine his most recent acquisition, and to decide what to do with 'him'. Of course a sexual organ of that size was not of much use, but another spell would solve that little problem. That is, unless..., and he smiled, perfect! He had been given a 'special' order from a very 'special' client some time ago, and now it would appear he'd finally be able to fill it. He went upstairs, got his spellbook, checked a few things, then got out a potion, added a few things to it, and went back down to the storeroom. Crouching down he poured the oily potion up and down the length of the now wiggling phallus; careful not touch any, and then chanted the spell. He smiled at the almost immediate results. Excellent. Reaching down he gave the frantically squirming phallus a pet, and said,
"Good boy, you'll be making me a great deal of money."
Gant writhed as he felt himself start to change yet again, and soon realized he wasn't being returned to his true form. As it continued he became agitated, writhing and squirming in horror as he changed even more, and why did he have two 'heads' now?? Each one able to 'see', and he felt even more incredibly sensitive then he had before. Just moving felt...wonderfully erotic, and if he rubbed his two 'head's against one another it felt incredible, and the thick slime he was drooling increased in quantity. Unable to prevent it he felt himself grow stiff, and very, very aroused. It lasted a long time even after the change finished, but eventually he went flaccid again. Sometime later the shop owner came and put him in a heavy sack, and he felt himself being carried and then thrown over what felt like a horse's back.
With a grunt Gustav heaved the heavy wiggling bundle off the back of the pack mule and slung in over his shoulder. The mule refused to go any closer to the large opening in the side of the cliff face, not that he blamed it. He took a firmer grip on the heavy sack, one end wet with mucus which dripped through the burlap's weave. Damn stuff was slick as oil. He walked towards, and into, the beckoning cave. He didn't have far to go before he was challenged.
"Who DARES?" Came a roaring bellow.
"Is it but I Gustav, my lady! He called loudly; I have that which you desire!"
He dropped the heavy sack, which gave an angry squirm, and then kicked it to get it to be more...cooperative. The sack writhed for a second, and then grew still. Then he watched as a huge green drake came slithering around a corner in the tunnel, the great beasts eyes glowing, smoke drifting from its nostrils.
"Ah, Gustav, the dragoness hissed, welcome to my lair. Whether or not you will leave again remains to be seen. What is it that you bring me?"
Gustav knew the threat was not idle, drakes seldom made idle ones. Even though he had known the dragoness for a great many years that would count for little, the great beasts were horribly unpredictable, and might snap you up on a whim. However he felt fairly sure he was safe this time. Instead of answering he picked up one end of the sack and dumped the contents onto the ground. Sometimes an act spoke far more than mere words.
The dragoness gave a deep surprised; but delighted; hiss when she saw what had fallen from the bag, and now lay writhing on the ground. "Gustav my dear friend, you remembered! How nice!"
"I only regret it took me so long to acquire the correct, um, ingredients." Gustav said.
"Better late, then never! The dragoness hissed, now, what was the agreed amount for your, um, service in procuring this treasure for me?"
"Great lady, I believe it was 10,000 gold pieces, or the equivalent in gems or items of magical value." Gustav replied.
"Hah, cheap at that cost! The dragoness said, very well, you may select your payment from my hoard. All but the figurines, I collect those."
Gustav bowed, and walked around the dragoness who was now hissing softly as she examined her 'purchase'. He knew better then to even look at her collection of fine porcelain figurines and statuettes, but was impressed by the size and quality of the collection. He would have to remember that, she was a good customer. He carefully selected an assortment of gems, being sure NOT to take the best, and topped off the bag of gems with a weighty bag of mixed gold coins from many times and nations. He offered to let the dragoness inspect his choices, but she waved a clawed hand at him,
"Hmphh, that is not necessary Gustav, she said, I know you know better than to take my finest treasures. It is why I have done business with you for so long. Now tell me again, what must I do to care for my new...toy?"
"Virtually nothing, my lady, Gustav said. The living flesh dildo requires no feeding or special care. When not in, um, use, just clean it and store it in a warm, slightly moist, container. I would recommend oiling it occasionally if it seems a bit dry."
"It looks so real; the dragoness hissed as she fondled the large double shafted dildo, it's even warm! And it's moving!" She added as she licked the slick dark purple colored shafts that were writhing, and they began to harden.
"It is made of living flesh, but the magic makes it able to live without feeding or drinking. It will even ejaculate, but do not worry, it cannot make you pregnant. But I also recommend using it for its intended purpose fairly often, it helps to keep it, er, more limber and, um, well, healthy."
"Oh, I will", the dragoness said as she kept licking the now rigid toy, its twin shafts visibly throbbing, the large attached testicles pulsing. I have been sooo lonely."
Gustav smiled as he watched the dragoness, who was paying hardly any attention to him, stroke and lick the now fully erect dildo, both the four foot shafts rock hard. The Dark purple phalluses had cone shaped pointed glans, and had frilly raised ridges every few inches down their lengths, and scattered groups of small tendrils which waved and curled. It was, in every way, an anatomically correct, and fully functional, dragon's penis, right down to the pre it produced and the scent it gave off, a scent to which the dragoness was obviously responding, he thought, as the huge reptile slowly rolled over on her side and lifted one of her hind legs. My goodness, he thought, it's true, they DO have two vaginas, one right above the other! And quite human in appearance too, in every way but size. This should be interesting!
Gant shuddered as the huge dragoness licked and caressed his aching body, this was so horribly wrong, but oh Gods it felt absolutely wonderful! He was so hard now he could no longer even squirm, both of his 'heads' oozing slick mucus from their 'mouths' in large amounts, the taste salty. He wanted to beg her to stop, to tell her this wasn't right, that he wasn't want she thought he was, but couldn't. All he could do was quiver in horrified anticipation as he was lowered towards her gaping sexes. Then he gave silent screams of ecstasy as his 'heads' penetrated those hot slick wet tunnels and slid deeply inside, the ridges and tendrils covering his 'body' incredibly sensitive, the pleasure almost unbearable as she began to fuck herself with his rigid aching body, her clawed hand clutching and squeezing his throbbing balls.
Gustav watched the bellowing dragoness for awhile as the living dildo disappeared to its hilts with every thrust, her clawed hands grasping and squeezing the huge visibly throbbing balls in their scaly scrotum. He wondered what the ex-thief was feeling right now, his own cock painfully hard from that bestial, but incredibly erotic, sight. Well, he hoped he was enjoying himself; flesh cocks lived forever, and so far as he knew so did drakes. Finally, unable to watch any longer, he turned and left the dragoness to get better acquainted with her new 'toy'. He needed to get laid, BAD!
The dragoness hissed and roared in ecstasy as she pleasured herself, her new toy felt exactly like the real thing in every way. She could feel it pulsing, its tendrils caressing her vaginal muscles, the ridges rubbing against her sex as it slid in and out. She had mated before, but with drakes it was more of a fight then anything, though enjoyable enough, but the males always left afterwards, always leaving her pregnant, but wanting and unsatisfied, her need only made more intense by the brief bestial couplings. But this way she had all the pleasure, and full control. She bellowed as she climaxed again, the dildo pumping hot 'cum' into her aching sexes from both heads in copious amounts. Oh yesss, this would take awhile, it had be so looonnnggg! "AAARAAAWWWRRRRRR!!"
Gant sobbed and moaned in his mind as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, his straining aching split body throbbing, his massive balls pulsing as they pumped cum through him again and again, the taste rich and sweet as his shafts throbbed in ecstasy, and there was an never ending supply and no matter how often he came there was no soreness, no pain, only pleasure, unbelievable unending pleasure. He'd never felt such intense pleasure, such pure sexual bliss, his whole body quivering in an ecstasy so agonizing it was total sexual euphoria. He hoped, prayed, that it never stopped! Never!
The End
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