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As the fog of sleep wore off, Ophion quickly noticed how good he felt. He felt a strange warmth throughout his body. It was a comforting warmth, like eating a hot meal right after coming out of a blizzard. He didn't want to move. But he did. Of course he did; there was no one else around that could make him move.

He fumbled around the side of the bed searching for a light. But why? He knew exactly where the nearest lamp was. Suddenly he moved straight towards it, as if the thought reminded his hand as to where it already knew where it was.

With the pull of the chain, the luxurious apartment was suddenly bathed in light. The room was obviously furnished as more of a status symbol than actual taste. Everything was either gold or silver.

I've never seen such a gaudy room. Came the thoughts Ophion couldn't think.

When he got out of the covers and stood, he was surprised to find he was naked.

He stood there looking at his hands and began to move his fingers as if he were playing with a new toy. He curled each finger individually testing his dexterity then moved on to clenching his fists to test their grip. Satisfied with his findings he went to get a better look at himself.

Of course, there's only a full-length mirror, again came the hidden thoughts as he entered the master bath.

Now with the proper tool, he could fully admire his from. The light reflected brilliantly off his golden skin. His white perfectly sculpted pecs and abs were boarded by a red strip accenting them from the rest of his glorious form. Nestled in the center between his pecs and abs was a large red gem. Two more were in between each row of abdominal muscle stopping at the navel. His arms and legs were thick with well-defined muscle as a ruler should.. On his crotch sat a vertical slit housing his dick.

His face was adorned on either side with three white horns block the view of his pointed ears. Two more black majestic horns jutted out from the top of his head and curved so the tips pointed back and up. He had a set of scales above his red eyes giving him a permanently stern expression. The only thing amiss was the asymmetry of his mouth. While his right tusk stood proud, his left was broken off years ago by his early wife.

Pleased with his visage (why wouldn't he be? He is perfect.) he went to look around his apartment. As he turned, for a brief second, he could have sworn to have seen a different dragon take his place in the mirror. The mystery dragon one had wine-red scales with golden hair and beard. The observation was then pushed out his head. Ophion as the only one here. Ophion could have only seen Ophion in the mirror.

Every room was exactly as he pictured gaudy magnificent. It was as if everything was laid out specifically to say "I'm better than you." But one room caught his interest, the laundry room. Or at least what would have been the laundry room if he could debase himself into doing his own laundry. He walked to a hamper of his dirty clothes and picked up the topmost shirt. To his dismay he then brought the sweaty garment to his nose and took a deep sniff. He was repulsed. Why was he rummaging through it again? This time he pulled out a shirt from the center and did the same. Ophion's smell was much stronger having soaked in several days' worth of sweat. Again, he dug into the hamper, this time pulling out a jacket, a pair of pants, and suspenders from the center of the hamper. _A complete collector's edition set_Ophion chuckled at the joke he didn't hear. He took the clothes and went back to his room.

Back in his room, he saw a box next to a tan messenger bag with the yin-yang symbol over its flap. He's seen this bag bef- The bag's not important. The package next to it is. The hidden thoughts now actively replacing his own. They were his thoughts though, so he should not ignore them.

Of course, the box! His mind now blocking out the bag as trivial junk. He put down clothes on the floor next to the box and picked it up and checked its contents. Inside was a single massive red dildo. His mind was in shock, but his body kept moving. Ophion's body took out the toy and made its way to the balcony as if this was normal.

When did I- I've always wanted this.

What could I poss- I'm going to use it. I've waited for so long.

Why- Because I need to be filled.

I'm not- Because I need to be filled.

I- need to be filled.

Ophion was smiling as he stepped outside. everything will be better outside in the fresh air. He was right, some air is what he needed. He walked over to a custom ordered lounge chair and threaded his tail through an opening ad to allow him to comfortably lay on his back. When he finally relaxed, he remembered: he's outside naked and still holding the dildo.

It's fine. Who doesn't dream of seeing my form unblocked? A ruler needs to give his subjects what they want from time to time to keep them sated.

Ophion was right. Throwing the masses such a simple bone was not worth any worry on his part. He adjusted his legs so that his feet lay on either side of the chair. This allowed easier access, and view, of his slit. Ophion closed his eyes began to relax again.

Then he brought the dildo to his mouth and gave the tip a lick. Why had h- It needs to be prepped, of course. If we don't, then it would be the not-fun kind of pain. Right prep work. Now with own approval, he began to lap at it like a kid eating a popsicle. He then took it into his mouth. He slowly moved it back and forth trying to take it little further each time.

While he was teasing his throat, his free hand had begun rubbing his slit. An occasional finger would slip in stimulating his hidden dick but was quickly pulled out. Not yet. Having spent long enough, he finally decided to get to the main event.

Ophion took the now slickened toy and pressed the tip against his slit. Unlike with his mouth, he did not take it as slowly. "Aww yes. Fuck me," he loudly moaned as he felt the toy rub against both his inner walls and his dick. Soon he was repeatedly thrusting it in his slit as if I were getting fucked like the slut I am. The girth of dildo was blocking his dick from exiting his cave. It shouldn't come out. My body was made to be fucked not the other way. Why else do I have an extra hole?. Every time the toy hit the back wall of his hole a wave of pleasure was sent throughout his body.

His hand that was fondling himself earlier had moved to message his pecs. He squeezed the large firm mounds. Every couple of squeezes he would flex it, making it bounce in his hands. He groped them like they were a new toy. Ohpion's mounds were dancing under his control.

By now he was starting to smell his own arousal. That gives me an idea. he thought as Ophion took his hand off his pec and placed it behind his head causing his arm to flex and expose his now sweaty pit. Give me a whiff. Ophion's head buried as much of his nose in it as he could. The only air he could breathe was tainted by his sweaty pit musk. Damn, I smell good. He was taking in as much of his own musk as he could. How do I taste? He licked himself a few times. "I smell amazing" Ophion said, the sound muffled by his own pit. He took another long inhale.

The scene unfolding seemed to push something inside of him over the edge. His breaths became more labored. The pleasure was finally too much and Ophion came. Bursts of cum flowed out his slit.

He laid there on the chair in bliss for a moment, enjoying Ophion's afterglow.

"When was the last time I felt that good?" he wondered as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He briefly considered leaving the dildo inside for the night but decided against it.

Ophion eventually got off of the chair and returned to the privacy of his own room. He didn't bother cleaning anything up, not even himself. On the way he cleaned the dildo with his mouth, savoring the taste of his own cum mixed with his slit's sweat. Once cleaned, he put the dildo back in the box and left it where he found it, next to the bag clothes.

Ophion got back into bed laying on his stomach. Before going back to sleep he felt his slit again. His cum was still dripping out of it. He licked his fingers clean and went to sleep.

Shortly after, a smaller figure rose out of Ophion's body. A red mass grew out the gold back. As it grew, more features came out with it. A golden mane formed at the back of Ophion's head. As it pulled back another head came with it. The head of the dragon from the mirror. With his head (sadly) free he started on his torso. Another pair of slightly slimmer shoulders came out of Ophion's, followed by a pair of arms. A pair of red wings rose out of the golden one's of the prone dragon. The upper body of the mysterious being was free of his golden constraints save the hands which were still in the bigger dragon.

The red dragon then leaned forwards, pushing his chest against the back below him. He had to be careful not to accidentally slip back in. He pulled himself forwards towards the headboard like he was pulling himself out of a pool. This motion pulled out most of his lower half. His legs from the knees down were still inside Ophion separating a little above Ophion's and his tail only 2/3 of the way out of Ophion's was still submerged at about halfway down Ophion's tail. He leaned to the right and fully pulled out his left leg and set it right outside its former home. He repeated the same thing for the right leg causing him to straddle Ophion. Finally with a flick of his tail, he was free.

The wine-red dragon-tanuki carefully maneuvered himself off the bed while keeping his hands still within the other's body. Once his foot claws were firmly on the ground, he pulled his hands out. He then realized how dumb he was for being so cautious when he separated from Ophion; as long as part of him was still inside he was still in control.

That took way too long; It has never taken that long to get out of someone before. A second to get in, but two minutes to get out._He looked at the sleeping dragon. _Guess you really do have a need to be filled. he smirked.

There was just enough light from the city below to allow him to see. He always had better night vision between the two. He put the box in the bag and picked it up. He pulled the strap around one of his wings and froze when he snapped the strap closed. Thankfully the giant golden asshole didn't even wince. He probably should be thankful Ophion was a deep sleeper. IT would have been... problematic if he has woken up during his entrance.

If everything goes as it should, he will only barely remember tonight's fun, if he did at all. This was definitely a good way to relieve the dragon-tanuki's stress (that Ophion usually caused). Ophion still had another hole that he needed to have filled after all.

He stroked his beard as he tried to remember how he planned to sneak back out. The way he got in would probably be the easiest. With a puff a smoke he was replaced with another Ophion, still as bare as the one currently asleep. Even his bag disappeared. He then went to the clothes "Ophion" had placed earlier and brought them up to his nose. Damned Ophion and your sexy, musky body.. He quietly put the dirty clothes on. They were tight, but tight in the same spots that the real Ophion tailored them to be. He raised his arm and gave hit pit a whiff. The imitation scent his transformed body was making was indistinguishable from the scent remaining from his shirt. Something was still off though. He unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. You even advertise your needy entrance without my help. he chuckled to himself.

Satisfied with his disguise, he then simply left though the main entrance. Why would any of the guards stop to question Ophion about leaving his own residence? After all, there was only Ophion in his room last night.