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Slut's Self-Discovery 1

For Engy

By Draconicon

Charizard wasn't quite sure what to make of the new world that he'd been brought to. He knew that there were strange things here, and he knew that his master ran a good chunk of it, but he didn't know much more than that. Certainly the city was different to all the ones in his world, which barely had more than a few buildings in them as a general rule. This one stretched out far, even when he had flown over it when they'd first arrived, and he didn't know how to handle just how big it was.

However, the master had made sure that he didn't have to handle too much. He got another snout-full of musk before being sent on his way to a small penthouse in the master's quarter of the biggest spire in the city, and he took up residence in the best way that he knew how.

Charizard leaned back on his bed, thankful for the slightly different body-type that he had been given. It allowed him to lean forward in a way that he hadn't been able to do before, licking over the head of his cock and encouraging it to leak, much as he had done with the master's shaft in his maw at several points before they came to the city. He smiled to himself as he licked and lapped around the tip, encouraging it to drip, then encouraging his pre-cum to flow.

Sometimes, he would pull his head back, letting it spurt against the walls or near the floor, following the instinct to musk-mark his territory, but most of the time he kept sucking on it. His long neck meant that he could easily pull the tip past his lips, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of it running along his tongue and slipping into the back of his throat.

Forward, back, forward back went the soft, sucking thrusts, and he groaned every time that he bottomed out in the back of his throat. It was surprisingly pleasant in the grand scheme of things, and he liked the taste of himself.

Though there was something different about it...

Putting it out of his mind, Charizard just focused on the taste of his cock and the pre-cum that was flowing over his tongue, towards pleasuring himself and keeping his cock dripping and eager so that he could keep marking his territory.

Despite himself, the Charizard was getting into it, his hips thrusting from time to time as he actually fucked his face and throat rather than just sucking. He groaned as he felt the pressure against the back of his snout, more than once feeling his dick starting to slide into his throat before he pulled back a little bit. His balls didn't quite reach his nose, since he wasn't going that deep, but he could taste it, smell it, the thick musk filling his mind and senses, flooding out the standard thought.

Suck, sniff, suck, sniff. He swallowed as his mouth filled with pre-cum, pulled back again to jerk at the base of his shaft. Squirt, squelch, some more pre-cum shooting out and hitting the wall, running down the door.

I hope master doesn't mind this...

That was the only worry that the Charizard had, not being sure if the master was okay with him marking his territory like this. It was a bit extreme, he supposed, particularly for living in a city, but this was how it was done in the feral lands. This was how he was used to making a mark over what was his. Well, usually with something a bit more pungent than cum, but this was supposed to be more acceptable, right?

Again, he put the worry out of his mind, choosing to focus more on the pleasure of his own cock and the feeling of his throat squeezing down around it.

He was just starting to get into a different position, laying on his back with his hands around the back of his thighs, when the door opened.

There, standing in the hallway, were the princes. Not just any princes, but the hot, big-dicked horse princes that the master had harvested from the pony world. He remembered when the yellow dragon had gone off to that place, remembered that the master had said that he would come back with more people that they could all play with. He blushed, pulling his hands back from his thighs, sliding his mouth off his cock, but the damage was done.

"Heh, what's going on here, hmm?" the one that had been known as the Princess of Love, now the Prince of Lust, said. "You enjoying your dick that much?"

"He probably can't get to the master right now, so he probably thought that his own dick was the next best thing," the white-furred Prince of the Sun said. "I imagine that he couldn't help himself, not with those bulging balls. I imagine that he's quite horny all the time, and that this is the only way that he can get himself off often enough."

He would have blushed if he wasn't so turned on already. The way that they were talking down to him didn't help, but it didn't hurt, either, and his fat dick continued to throb and swell, dripping.

As the white and pink princes looked at him with a smirk, another one - a purple one - looked over their shoulders. The purple alicorn chuckled.

"Oh, it's more than that," the purple prince, the Prince of Pleasure said. "He's going to be...oh, I shouldn't spoil the surprise."

"What? What is it, Twilight?" the pink one asked.

"Oh, I'll tell you later, Cadence. Right now, he needs to learn it on his own."

Charizard sat up a bit more, his feet on the floor and one eyebrow cocked as high as it could go. The equines chuckled, though none more so than the Prince of Pleasure. The Pokémon shook his head.

"What are you talking about? What's going on?"

"I don't think you need to worry," Twilight said. "But I do think that you should think very hard about what you want to be. After all, you're not really the stud anymore, are you?"

"I've got a dick as big as yours."

"Yes, but do you use it?"

Charizard stood up, hefting his cock. He might have been conquered by the master, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a man, a powerful male just like the rest of them. He flexed it, forcing it to throb and pop up, showing off just how big it was, how it throbbed and swelled with pre-cum and blood and size and thickness. He reached down, having to use both hands to lift his balls, showing them off, too, making sure that the stud stallions had a chance to really get a good look at what the master had given him.

"You think that this wouldn't be here if master didn't intend for me to use it?"

"I don't know, but I know that he's only used your ass," Twilight said with a smirk. "A big dick means nothing if you're only going to suck on it. Just ask Cadence here."

"Hey!" the pink alicorn said.

"Heh, just because you can be mean to him doesn't mean that I can't be mean to you," Twilight said with a chuckle. "Besides, he's doing just what master wants. It just means that he needs to think about whether it's what he wants."

The mystery statement meant nothing to him, and all he could do was watch as the equines walked out of the room. He blushed as he sat back down, staring at his cock, trying not to let them get to him, but after being told that he hadn't been a real stud, that he was just sucking his dick and not using it, it was kinda hard not to feel a little sting.

He gripped the base of his cock, marveling at the sheer size of it. He had been a bit of a stud before the master found him in the wild, with a cock that stood out at least eight inches long and had been plenty big enough to breed the females that he found while they were in season, but this was something else. This was a monster cock, one that throbbed and stretched out almost two feet in length. It made it particularly easy to suck it, he had to admit, and he would have been astounded if there was someone that could take it.

Well, aside from master. Master could do just about anything.

Charizard leaned back, letting his dick flop across his belly as he groped the base of it again. The sensation was still good, but not as good as it had been while that thing had been buried between his jaws, when the tip was driving its way down his throat.

And he wasn't enjoying it without that musky taste in his mouth and down his neck, either.

Charizard blushed as he realized how much just fucking his face had made it better. He'd thought that he was just enjoying the feeling of getting sucked off, but no. It was just as much that as it was getting his face fucked, getting his throat spread by something that was thick and heavy, warm and throbbing. It was like getting fucked by his master all over again, and that thought was enough to make his cock jump, his balls churn.

Mmmph...

Charizard reached down and squeezed the base of his cock once more, his other hand moving to the head to rub some of the pre-cum in. His cock was so big that he knew that there was no way for him to get off with just his hands, but...

Am I that much of a slut, now?

He had been a stud, and it was hard to completely let go of that, to admit that there was a part of him that preferred getting fucked, that there was a part of him that wanted his master to bust down the door right then and there and get back to fucking his ass and thrusting down his throat. It was a powerful feeling, and one that almost left him begging, whimpering for his master right then and there.

But no. He was better than that. He was a Charizard, and a powerful one. He could take care of himself.

Grabbing his thighs, he pulled his hips up, lowered his head down, and opened his mouth. The taste of cock returned to his mouth, as well as that strange mystery flavor that he had noticed the first time around.

The more that he sucked, the more that he realized what it was. It wasn't the taste of his pre-cum that he was getting, nor the taste of his cock. Not that he knew what that was, or at least not very well; he had managed to lick a few people clean after using them as sex toys, but this was something different. This was something...hotter. This was something that had been taken from him.

He didn't have his dick anymore. He had his master's.

The shock that went through him at that was at once humiliating and surprisingly arousing. There was something horrible about having his manhood taken away, to have his stud-side replaced by something that belonged to his master, that imitated it and served it. He groaned as his cock throbbed, but he couldn't bring himself to pull his mouth free. Not yet. Not yet by a long shot.

He sucked a bit harder, feeling the pre-cum flowing over his tongue. There was no doubt about it; this was definitely his master's pre-cum, not his, and it was thick and heavy and tasty. He forced himself to suck harder, deeper, to feel it flowing more into his neck, and he felt it flow faster, the thick musk flooding over his senses and making it hard for him to think. Not that he particularly wanted to think, but it was good to have something that just shut that off.

He groaned as he swallowed again, and again, and again, his arousal climbing, his need spiking as he felt his balls churning between his legs. This wasn't his cock, but it was better. Master had always been better, always been stronger, always been more of a male than he was. Why not allow himself to be the master's cock-bearer, to be the one that carried a cock that would breed and rut others for the master's pleasure?

That thought sparked another throb through his cock, and he moaned, arching his back and almost popping his head off his cock, but the Charizard managed to stop that at the last second. He was not going to stop sucking master's cock. Not going to stop pleasuring it, as this was his job, and he was going to do it well. He thrust forward, back, forward, back, filling his mouth, then his throat, then his mouth again, making sure that every bob of his head sucked a little bit more of his master's cock down his throat, and making sure that he got closer and closer to his balls with each and every thrust.

That was his goal. Those balls. The great, powerful, heavy balls that the master had given him. They were a sign of masculinity, but not of his masculinity. He wasn't a dragon that needed them. He wasn't a stud that had to carry around proof of what he could do.

No, these belonged to the master, and they required worship. If he wasn't fucking some sort of slut for the master, then he needed to be giving them the attention that they needed.

Thrusting his head forward the way that a stud would have thrust his hips, Charizard took more and more of that stiff shaft down his throat, sucking it into his neck, flooding his system with musk that belonged to someone else. He loved it, craved it, wanted more and more and more of it the more that he sampled. His head was swimming, and images of his master popped into his mind.

Master...master...

He saw the great yellow dragon, felt the metal arm on his head as he thrust his mouth and snout forward. He could feel the pressure of the master's grip on his horns, pulling him down and making him suck a cock the right way. Charizard groaned under his breath, swallowing hard as he forced himself to breathe in the scent so close to the balls, to swallow around the head of the master's cock that weighted down his crotch.

Not my cock. His cock. Not my cock. His cock.

That was the mantra that was starting to form, and he liked it. He liked the idea of being the cock-carrier, bearing a sample of his master's masculinity, and sharing it with those that were worthy of it.

Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. Each time he bobbed down, he came closer and closer to those massive balls, his nostrils flaring to take in more of the scent, his mouth craving to feel them in his mouth and over his tongue. He wanted to worship them as much as the shaft, to show his master that he understood his place, but he knew that it would take some time, some time to be allowed back to the master and to show off what he had learned.

I will be the best. Nothing should distract from master. Nothing. This cock is his. It's not supposed to look like mine. I shouldn't...shouldn't...

It was hard to think, easier to just keep playing with himself, easier to enjoy himself and push the boundaries of what was possible. He sucked, he slathered his shaft with attention, he worked it with his tongue and his mouth and his throat. His hands gripped the back of his thighs all the harder, pulling his hips up and thrusting his master's cock right down his throat. One, two, three, four, each one hammering home how much better the master's cock was than his own, how much better he was now that he had been blessed with it.

I will be better. I will be the right sort of man to carry the master's cock. I will be...I will be...

He imagined himself as something different. Since he was no longer a stud, there was no more need for thick muscles, no more need for the masculine build of a big Charizard. It was better for him to be more and more of a contrast to the master's cock, to throw away the bits of maleness that he had that might have once competed with it. No, better to be less, better to be more...

More...

More feminine.

There was a deep rumble in his balls, and for a moment, he thought that the master's cock would bless him with seed. But no, the rumble changed, becoming something deeper, something more primal that echoed through his body. It was like a roaring heat, something that ran through him, burning through his balls, then through his cock and ass, and then up through his spine. It warmed him from the core outwards, and the slutty Fire-type started to sweat.

He groaned under his breath as he swallowed again, feeling something...something change. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, and he saw what it was. The heat was burning through his arms, taking away the bulky biceps that he had had, replacing them with slender limbs that looked almost...feminine, slender and soft and smooth.

Even as he watched that, he could see other changes, other losses in his body. His arms were slowly shrinking, and so was his chest, the hard muscle there under his scales coming in, disappearing, making his torso look more slender. The sides of his body pulled in, no longer that v-frame in shape, but something a bit less intimidating, something that held the attention for a different reason.

Charizard embraced it, sucking his cock down to the base, rapping his tongue around it and moaning as he jerked it off in his mouth, the coiling thing feeling so good, so wet and warm, just as hot and sexy as the transformations rocking his body.

Little by little, all his muscle disappeared. The bulk in his legs, the hardness in his core, the tightness in his glutes: they were all taken from him, removed as a tribute to the master whose cock he carried. Bit by bit, he became less of a stud, and more of a twink.

Yes, twink. That was right.

He moaned, thrusting harder, faster into his own mouth, feeling his face changing, too. He wasn't becoming entirely a female, but his body was losing the more characteristic male features. His muzzle started to narrow, becoming more slender and soft, and he knew that if someone looked at just his face, they would have a hard time telling if he was male or female just by the muzzle shape and horns.

Sucking, swallowing, sucking, swallowing. The pre-cum flowed freely, and it fed his lust, and the transformation.

The more he swallowed, the more different he became. He could feel the changes, the softness replacing the hardness of his muscles, a soft bit of curves and chub around his belly taking the place of the hard abdominal muscles that had popped out down there in the past. Groaning, he ran his fingers along the softness, feeling the skin that gave rather than the muscles that popped.

Fuck...fuck...

Each thrust beat down any resistance that he might have had, but the Charizard had little if any left. He moaned every time that he hilted his cock down his throat, bumping his nostrils against his sweaty balls, feeling them churning away, feeling them bolstering what he was going through.

Master...master...fuck me master...

He moaned around his cock, reaching around to feel at his ass, to feel the way that the cheeks rippled. Oh, fuck, they were growing too, getting even bigger than they already were. The master had blessed him with muscular ass cheeks after their first fuck, but this was getting even bigger, even hotter, even sexier.

Charizard groped them with one hand, using the other to keep himself from sliding too far back, to keep his hips thrusting in the self-sucking position that he had chosen. More, more, more was needed, and he couldn't stop.

Thrust, suck, swallow, grope. Thrust, suck, swallow, grope. He felt around his ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the swelling flesh, feeling the growth of something far fatter, far softer, far more fuckable than before. He moaned out around his cock, cheeks burning, but not in shame. Just in arousal, arousal that he barely understood, but knew that he had a need for, knew that he wanted.

The wet sounds of his cock popping in and out of his muzzle, feeling his fingers rubbing nearer and nearer to his hole, very much pushed him towards his climax. He could feel it bubbling just out of reach, begging for the chance to occur, but something was holding him back. Something was keeping him from blowing his load.

No. Not my load. Master's.

His cock was big, fat, and heavy, and so were his balls, but those were not his. He was not a stud. Master was a stud. Master's cock was what he carried around, what he served, what he fucked with. Sucking this now wasn't going to be a reward to him; this was going to be a reward for master for being so good.

Swallow, suck, worship.

Charizard realized that he was rapidly becoming an addict to the dick between his legs, but unlike some, he didn't care. If anything, he was happy about that. A slave should be addicted to his master's body, and even if this cock was attached to him rather than his master, the musk and the taste and the shape were all the same as the great master's cock.

Thrust. He bottomed out in his throat, his cock almost going into the base of his long neck, and Charizard moaned, savoring the musk of his balls as he huffed it down. He felt it working through him, adding to the fire that was changing him, that was giving him something new, that was making him better. And he wanted to be better for his master, to be what he wanted him to be, what would be sexy for the yellow dragon.

Suck, swallow, thrust, sniff. Suck, swallow, thrust, snort.

He was high on the master's musk, swallowing it down along with the pre-cum every time that he hilted his cock down his throat. His master's shaft was so big, so hard, so thick, and he almost wished that he could bend it around and fuck himself with it. Almost. He was enjoying it down his throat too much to be too serious about it, and focused rather on the feeling of being face-fucked, of feeling it slamming into his lips and down his neck with a vengeance.

The transformation spread further, thickening his hips, making him bottom-heavy, his top a slender twink's build, his bottom thick and heavy, with a wide-ass and heavy thighs, something to grind on, something to thrust between. He felt the bubbling, swelling, rounding out that was going on, and moaned more, gripping at it as he felt the change and the swelling roundness and softness pressing against his fingers.

Bigger, bigger he became, becoming curvier and softer, warmer and easier to fuck. He managed to slide a finger between his ass cheeks, finding his hole again. He thrust in -

"Mmmph..."

And almost immediately he was moaning even louder around his cock, eagerly thrusting two fingers in and out of his pucker, his flaming tail flicking this way and that, that way and this, and he couldn't help but moan more as the heat in the air left him sweaty, left him smelling more and more like his master.

Use me, fuck me, use me, fuck me...

Slipping further and further into his feminine body, he felt that thick cock throbbing, his balls churning more. Yes, they were churning, almost ready to cum, but first...

"Mmmmph..."

He moaned as they dropped further between his legs, swelling and rolling against his taint, and then against his ass. He would not be able to lay on his back to get fucked anymore, but rather have to get in doggy-style, or be standing. His balls were too big, covering his asshole, making it impossible to reach if he laid on his back.

Rolling onto his side so that he could keep fingering his rump, he rolled his head down his cock and swallowed hard. The head of his shaft was pushed right up against the back of his throat, oozing pre constantly, flooding his body and mind with everything that controlled him. There was no scent of Charizard left, only the scent and taste of the master.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, his hips went, his balls swinging forward and back until they were too heavy for such small thrusts to do anything. They hung over his thighs, forcing him to suck harder, forcing him to bend more, forcing him to finger his ass as if his master was there to do it for him. He moaned as he 'abused' his body, forcing it closer and closer to climax, feeling the changes rippling over him.

He was a Charizard female in all but genitals, now, his body soft but thick, his curves strong and wide. He could fly over any Charizard territory and immediately get approached for breeding courtship, as long as he was seen from behind.

The master's cock was the only thing that still looked male on him, the only thing that had any hint of masculinity left. He laid there, panting, staring at it...

And he felt something else.

I am not a stud. I am not like him. I am a she, and he is a he.

That thought was almost enough to flood her throat and stomach right then and there. Of course! That was exactly it. The master was the male of the relationship, and she was the female. So what if she didn't have the pussy to go with it? So what if she was still carrying his cock? That was fine. He would be the one in charge, and she would be the one that followed orders, and that would be perfect.

His cock, her ass. His cock, her mouth. His balls, her mind, burning on his pheromones and begging for more. Yes, that was the right way forward. Yes, that was the way to do it. Yes, that was what she wanted.

The Charizard humped her face three more times before the master's cock and balls finally gave up the ghost. She felt the churning, the throbbing, the swelling, and she moaned and swallowed one last time -

"MMMPH!"

She came, and as she came, she felt the pleasure of both being a good slut, and of being a good whore, and of being the master's good slave. The Charizard moaned, feeling the hot goo running down her throat, leaning her head back so that she could taste the flavor a bit more, treat herself to it.

The flavor was thick and musky, a bit salty, a bit warm with a hint of spice to it. She swallowed it down as fast as she could, letting it fill her snout again and again before forcing it down her throat. A little more, then a bit more, not caring that it was never-ending, or so it seemed. She gained pleasure just from sucking it off, from feeling it flooding her guts.

And perhaps there was something else happening as she sucked and swallowed. Perhaps there was something else changing, because she almost felt...stronger. Better. Almost like there had been something in her balls - in her master's balls and cock - that had given her something different. A hint of magic? A hint of corruption?

Who knew, but it had done something to her.

She pulled back from the tip of that cock languidly, taking her time to move as elegantly and luxuriously as a cat that was unwrapping itself from its own body, getting up from a nap and knowing that it had an audience. She pulled her head back from the cock, letting it flop down, and she slowly rolled onto her back, arching it and stretching her arms out over her head.

She felt...good. She felt right in this body, as if all her strength and power as a stud had been properly redirected. It hadn't felt bad after her master had fucked her, but now, it felt good.

"Mmm...I need a name..."

She smiled as she said that, remembering how she had been nothing but 'the Charizard' ever since her master had come to find her. He had been kind about it, but she remembered how it had gotten a bit awkward, how the others had had names, and she did not. That was not a bad thing, but it was something that they needed to handle.

But that was easy. She had a name to reach for, and it was one that the equines had unintentionally left vacant.

"Princess."

She tried the name on for size, and she rather liked it. She smiled as she ran a hand down her chest, her smooth, flat chest, right down to her hips, which were anything but flat. With a chuckle, she hefted the weight and size of her ass, feeling the cheeks clap softly, and then reached around for the cock in front of her.

Not her cock, she knew. That part was ingrained in her mind now; not her cock, but her master's. Whatever she touched with it was being touched by him, and she was merely the delivery service, the way by which the master's pleasure and touch could be delivered.

His balls were what hung from her crotch, and they held his seed, his pleasure, his power. She could fuck others with it, deliver it unto them, but it would always belong to him, and it would be his pleasure that she would be accomplishing, not her own.

For she had gained some of his power, and through that, a greater bond with him. Princess was not merely a big-assed Charizard; she was a hint of a succubus in her own right, one turned by that power, one given power by that transformation, even if it bound her all the tighter to her master in exchange.

Princess leaned down, kissing the tip of master's cock between her legs, then got to her feet. The room smelled of her master's scent, which was right and proper, and she looked forward to spreading that smell to other sluts, other rooms, other parts of the city.

Now that she had been turned, she could not help but think that it would be good to turn others, to give them the understanding that she had gained. There were few good masters in the word, but hers was one of them, and the world deserved to have the chance to kneel at the yellow dragon's feet.

She looked at herself in the mirror. In some ways, she had given her body up to become the ultimate fantasy, at least from behind. There were many men that would come up to her, that would beg for the chance to fuck her wide, jiggling ass, but there were just as many women that would come up and beg for the chance to play with that fat cock up front.

Particularly when they smell master's scent...

She smiled, rubbing a finger along the tip of her master's cock, feeling it rise and then fall, feeling it twitch and dribble. Master's shaft would need tending to, at some point, but for now, she felt a different hunger. A different...

A different need...

I must...

She imagined that this was how some of the other Pokémon in her world felt, the ones that used Leech Life or things like that. The ones that fed on the vitality of others to be stronger and healthier. There was a hunger in her, but not for life. There was more of a hunger for cum, for sex, for...for pleasure.

She rubbed her hands along her hips, over her ass, groping her cheeks and imagining her hands were her master's, or another male's. She wanted to feel them on her, to feel them taking her, and knowing that they were getting converted to love her master. She wanted to make them fuck her, and then turn around, let them see her cock, let the musk of her master settle in and steal their minds, show them what they were missing.

I am his Princess...and I will show the world...who they belong to...

Moaning, she clapped her ass cheeks together a few times, forcing them to slap against one another, feeling the slight breeze of air against her asshole. It was enough to make her moan, to make the master's cock rise.

More...

There were others here, she knew. Other people that lived here besides the ones that had been turned to serve her master. She could go after them, now, show them what it felt like to be brought into the fold, show them the sheer pleasure that the master allowed for those that lived beneath him, the way that it felt so good to serve.

Yes. Princess she might be, but she was going to be his slave. Princess for those that she lured, slave to the master.

Find them...find them...

She hungered to find them and change them, to give them what she had. The knowledge of pleasure and submission, first, but then the big ass...then the wide hips...If they were male, giving them big balls and a hot cock, but making sure that they could only ever fuck in the master's name, to spread his seed and scent through the world, to make everyone know the truth, the only truth.

Master Engy was to be served, and Master Engy was to be loved. That was Princess's purpose, and she would spread it as far as she could, starting today.

The End