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Interest for Interest

Part 2

for Guderian and Askir

by Draconicon

Xander often had to take some time to rest up after going 'hunting' for pleasure, but this was the first time that it had knocked him on his ass quite like this. The eastern dragon groaned as he dragged himself off the couch, walking down the hall of his apartment to the bathroom. Leaning on the walls was something that he was half-familiar with, if he'd been drinking, but despite the fuzzy feeling in his throat, he was pretty sure that he had spent the night sober. The feeling of being out of his own head with something or other was still there, though, so perhaps he'd had some drinks that he'd forgotten about...or something...

It was hard to think, so he stopped. He rounded the corner to his bathroom, did the usual ducking that his nine-foot frame required, and looked at the mirror -

And froze.

"What...the...fuck?" Xander whispered.

His eyes were glued to his own reflection, staring at the sight of the lizard-dragon-thing that was looking back at him. It couldn't be him, could it? There was no way that he had...that he was...

But he had. Somehow, whatever had happened the night before had taken away some of his height, leaving him no more than seven and a half feet tall, rather than the nine-foot-even that he had been. There was something so wrong with that, so very wrong, but there were other things to see, too.

Like his hips. They were wider, somehow, thicker. He lowered his hands to his sides, holding them where his hips pushed out, and he was shocked to see how much bigger they were compared to his muscular frame just one night ago. He was sure that if he tried to put on his usual jeans they'd refuse to make their way up his thighs, stopping right at his ass.

His ass. Xander turned around, his eyes bugging out wider still as he lifted his tail to find that his ass cheeks pushed out further than before, popping out thick and fat compared to what they had been just the night before. He reached down, shocked to find how easily they were to grope, how they filled his hand and begged for more attention just with a single squeeze. When he let go, the cheek wobbled, bouncing slightly, not fat, but not at all the sort of cheek that a jock should have had.

With his loss of height, with the way that he looked so bottom-heavy, he might as well have been...well, a twink, a fem-boi. The very idea -

"Nnngh..."

He'd swallowed, and when he did, he tasted something. Something salty, for lack of a better description, and something that was almost familiar. He swore that he'd tasted something like that in the past, something that had been that kind of rich and sickly at the same time, hot, wet, musky...

The sound of it was almost sexual, he realized as he described it to himself, and that brought something to mind. That awkward time a few months back when he had been with someone that hadn't had very good aim. She'd been jerking his cocks at the time, and had lost her grip on one, leaving him spraying his chin with the start of his orgasm. He'd gotten a taste of his own product at the time, learning what it was like to have his cocks in someone else's mouth. But this tasted different than that, almost like...like...

No, no way. There's no way that I ate someone's cum last night...

And yet, there was something to that taste that made it clear that someone had gotten cum in his mouth. He didn't know how, didn't know when, but it must have happened with that taste. He groaned, gagging and spitting into the sink.

That didn't explain the loss of height, though, nor the way that his hips had swollen, or...

Oh god. He hadn't even thought about his cocks yet. Did he dare look?

He felt that he had to, now that he'd thought about the possibility. The noodle-dragon stepped back from the counter edge, lifting his dicks up and taking a look at his morning erections.

They were still big, but not nearly as big as they should have been. They had been a total of twenty-four inches long each, but now? Now, they were barely reaching fourteen. Somewhere, somewhen, they had lost a total of ten inches in length, each, and while they were both still massive, they were no longer the monsters meant to break people in half. They were just big cocks, and that was a blow to the ego that he hadn't expected for the morning. The height, the muscle-loss, all those were things that he could swallow and deal with, but the loss of his cock size...

Well, he needed to get to the bottom of that. Xander nodded at his reflection, pushing himself back from the counter still further, and went to get some clothes.

"I was at the...the Randy Rascal last night, right?" he told himself. "Yeah, yeah, that was it..."

Maybe there was someone there that remembered what had happened. Maybe he could find someone that he had seen or been with the night before, and they could tell him what the fuck had happened to him overnight.

Or -

No, no, not the security tapes. He could probably bully someone into showing them to him, but that would make it all the more obvious that something had happened to him that he didn't want anyone to know about. The only good thing right now was that he was so different that nobody would immediately recognize him. If word got out, if people knew, then his chances of hunting down more company went down, as well. He needed to make sure that he kept this quiet until he found out how it had happened, and more importantly, how to fix it.

The club was just as excited and loud as it had been the night before, though he no longer cut the same figure that he had. The sweat pants didn't give him the same contours and outlines as his jeans, and his dicks weren't nearly the scene-stealer that they had been the day before. They were barely visible in comparison to the massive bulge that he had, and now, more attention was on his ass than his crotch.

He managed to get to the bar without too much incidental groping, and he tried to tell himself that those that went for his ass were less than interested in him, that it was just an accident. He even went so far as to tell himself that he didn't like it.

But some part of him must have. No matter how faggy it was, he could feel his cocks twitching every time that someone grabbed him back there, and he had to keep telling himself that it was nothing, that they were nothing. He was still Xander, was still the powerful dragon in the room, and that meant that he wasn't going to bottom for anyone, at any time. It was that simple, and that was all there was to it.

He hoped.

As soon as he sat down at the bar, something caught his eye. Not the bartender - he didn't know the early-shift guys - but someone that was sitting down at the far end. She was familiar, the green scales on her arms catching his attention, as well as the yellow scales further up. Her skirt was all but ripping off, and -

And there were a pair of just-visible jet-black cocks hanging between her thighs.

Memory slapped him up the back of the head with all the force of an out of control semi-truck. Those black cocks had been down his throat just hours ago, but they hadn't been that big. Not nearly that big. They were almost double in size, past twenty inches and hanging down to the kobold's knees. Except that she was a hell of a lot bigger than a kobold should be, standing nearly eight feet in height and looking like she wasn't even sitting up straight right then. She was sipping at a drink, amber eyes closed to slits...

And then she looked at him, and the amber flowed over his thoughts, covering them in sugary-sweet color and leaving him thinking of nothing but those cocks again.

Cock...cock...hot cock...

He remembered the taste, remembered being as out of it as one could be, and he remembered how hard he had been just tasting them. His tail went up slightly, and his eyes widened as he realized that he was starting to wag it, showing off excitement for cock where anyone could see.

He wanted to stop.

He needed more.

Without even thinking about it, drawn along by that amber compulsion, Xander slipped out of his chair and wobbled around the other bar patrons. The bartender called out to him, asking if he thought that he'd had enough, but he barely heard. All of his attention was locked on the kobold, her name on the tip of his tongue. It started with an 'A', right? Something like that? It had to be.

His hole was clenching hard, and his cocks were slowly rising in his pants. Despite being a hollow shadow of what they had been, fourteen inches was nothing to sneeze at, and they pulled at his sweats hard, dragging the front forward, showing off the very base of them for those that had the courage to lean in and look. The dragon stumbled to a stop at the kobold's side as she turned her stool, looking up at him with a smirk on her face.

"You're back," she said with a chuckle. "Do you remember me?"

"Mistress," he said.

She looked slightly surprised, but not as surprised as he felt. That wasn't the right term, was it? They were not in that sort of relationship, and there was no way in hell that he was her slave or anything like that. Why had he called her that title?

Yet, it was something that felt right, something that felt like he should have said. He groaned, rubbing his head even as she stirred her drink.

"Well, well, well. It seems like you took to it better than I thought."

"What...what did you do to me?"

"Heh, nothing that you didn't want. Or deserve."

"You...you took..."

"Heh, everyone needs to be paid, kid. Now...the question is...do you want even more?"

She did the unthinkable. She reached down to her skirt and pulled at it, exposing her cocks that much more. Not enough to be bottomless in the bar, of course, but enough to show the bottom six inches of those dark shafts, showing off her manliness down there, manhoods that were begging to be sheathed in something.

The little bit of a straight-man that Xander had always been was afraid, but the rest of him hungered for what he'd been shown. He whimpered, nodding slowly, reaching for her cocks -

"Ah ah."

She slapped his hand away with her tail, and he groaned under his breath. The hunger was there, now, the need for her cocks down his throat, or anywhere else. Buried in that was the need for his size back, for something, anything, of what he had been, but the lust-hunger was overwhelming everything else. He fumbled for her again, and this time, she grabbed him with her tail, holding his wrist to the side with more ease than she should have had.

"No. You're going to come with me, hon. And then, you're going to show Mistress how much you want it..."

They went back to the VIP rooms again, and this time, he was on the floor and she was on the couch. She leaned back, smirking in her seat, and extended one scaly leg.

Xander looked at her foot. It was as richly scaled as the rest of her, with a yellow along the bottom and a green border of scales along the sides and toes. The toes themselves were rather thick, too, almost to the point of being called pudgy, and there was a shimmer of sweat to the scales. He blushed, knowing what she wanted, and knowing that he didn't have it in him any longer to say no.

The dragon caressed the kobold's heel, lifting it a bit higher. He brought her toes to the end of his snout, nuzzling against them, sniffing them. The thick smell of sweat-musk was enough to send a shiver down his spine, and he moaned as he took his first lick.

"Mmmmm, that's a good start, boy. Now, keep going..."

She was pushing him, and he liked it. He didn't want to like it, but he liked it, and he kept licking along her toes, sliding his forked tongue between the toes and teasing the spaces between them. She had already lifted her skirt, pulling at her cocks, teasing them, and every time that he slowed down, she fixed him with another stare. That amber light, the color of her eyes, drove him to lick harder, deeper.

"Hehehe, look at you. So eager for some dick that you'll put yourself through licking a kobold's toes. I thought you were supposed to be a dragon."

"Mmmph..."

"You're not, though, are you? Just a pathetic little dick-chaser, a cock-guzzler that needs his fix..."

His cheeks burned hotter as he leaned forward, taking one of her big toes into his mouth and sucking along the length of the digit. The salty taste of sweat and the muskier flavor of the scales themselves all but burned their way into his tongue, making it hard for him to pretend that he was doing anything but what she accused him of. The feeling of those toes drumming against his cheeks, rubbing their sweat into him, marking him as some sort of pervert, should have been enough to get him running for the hills rather than allowing this to continue.

And yet, he didn't move. He stayed right where he was, sucking on those toes, pulling them deeper into his mouth, sucking along the claws at the tips and rubbing his tongue along the underside, almost as if he was offering it as a cleaning service. The kobold jerked her cock that much harder, smirking to herself, and constantly fixing him with that amber stare.

"That's right...such a good little dragon...nothing but a toe-sucker for kobolds."

Nothing but a toe-sucker...

"Willing to do anything for dick..."

Anything for dick...

"Such a good boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Next toe, boy."

She pulled her toe free - making an audible pop in the process - and he moved to the next one, and the next, and the next, making his way down the top of her foot, and then pushed to start licking further down along the underside, giving the entire length of her scaly foot the same treatment. Every lick brought the same taste to his snout, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, but always the same sweaty, salty, powerful taste that made it clear what he was allowing her to do to him. He was her bitch, and he...

Xander shivered as he realized that the need for her cocks was making him stay right there. The thought of leaving, the thought of fighting back and losing the chance to have her cocks in his mouth, was too much to bear. He couldn't imagine going on without getting the chance to taste her cocks again.

So, the dragon dragged himself to her other foot, licking it, dragging his tongue from her heel all the way to her toes, taking his time to lick every damp scale and clean it of whatever she'd been sweating for the day. The taste, the musky and sweaty smell, transferred from her foot to his face, smeared along his scales and his tongue, all but indelible now. He could almost taste it every time that he breathed in, and the humiliation left his face burning...and his cocks throbbing in his sweatpants, soaking the front with their pre-cum and making his bulge that much more obvious as it was soaked and drenched by his own fluids.

He moaned as she finally pulled her feet back, but rather than giving him mercy, she pressed her soles against either side of his face, curling her toes so that the claws dragged along his scaly snout. She pulled him close, dragging his nose against her sac, never letting him go higher than that and making him breathe -

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it, dragon? You want kobold cock...you want Mistress Askir's cocks, don't you?"

"Mmmph...Mistress..."

"Say it, boy."

"I want...I want Mistress Askir's...cocks..."

"That's it...that's right...and you'll do anything to get them, won't you, foot-licker?"

"Mmmph..."

Her eyes glowed, and he felt that pressure again, that relentless pressure on his mind to answer her.

"Say it."

"Mmmph...Yes, Mistress. I'll do...anything to get your cocks, Mistress Askir..."

"You'll lick feet and suck toes."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You'll give blowjobs to others just to suck mine."

"Mmmph...yes, Mistress."

"And you'll eat my ass to get them, too, won't you?"

"I...I..."

Her eyes. They were so strong, so powerful, so demanding, and the longer that he stared into that orange light, that amber loveliness, the more that he wanted to do just that. He shivered, feeling a craving for a taste that he had never tried before overwhelming him, and his mouth watered just for the chance to put his tongue against her asshole. The fact that her feet were so sweaty must have meant that her hole was nothing less than a sweaty swamp of scales, but did that matter to him at that moment? Not in the slightest. Her words, her demands, pushed him to want it.

And...and despite everything, he nodded.

"Yes...I'll eat your ass, Mistress..."

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg to be allowed to eat my ass, dragon."

"I...please..."

The words didn't want to come, some part of him holding back, but there was no denying her gaze. And no denying himself, either, as that hunger had settled in deep and refused to go away. Her ass was the way to her cocks, and that was all that mattered. That was all that mattered.

"Please, Mistress, let me shove my tongue up your ass. Let me lick you, eat your ass out. Let me be a good little ass-eater for you."

"Heheheh..."

"Let me shove my tongue inside and fuck you the way that you want. Let me use my face as your stool. Let me do anything that you need, please, just please, let me do it so that I can earn your cocks."

She was grinning more than ever, her teeth showing past her lips, and she was looking down at him like he was nothing more than a little plaything for her. Somewhere, deep in his mind, he knew that was exactly what he was becoming, that he was losing any right to call himself a proper male, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting those fucking cocks and feeding his addiction that was rising by the second.

Finally, she pulled her feet from his face, allowing him to pull back. Rather than just shifting position, she got up from the couch. She was taller, too, he realized, standing over him, looming with greater strength than ever before...and he was smaller, now no more than six and a half feet tall, almost three feet shorter than he'd started and with a bigger ass than before, and...and smaller cocks, he realized, as the waistband of his pants no longer pushed forward enough to uncover them. They were maybe eight inches each, now, and her cocks were rising up past her tits, looking like they were getting longer as he got shorter.

Mistress Askir grinned at him, and then turned around, flicking her tail and her skirt up to show off her ass. It was a thick, fat ass, the sort that was more likely to swallow a chair or a stool than to be supported by it. Xander reached up slowly, still hardly believing what he was doing, and pressed his hands to either cheek. For someone that was going to fuck someone else, these were beautiful ass cheeks. For someone that was going to be eating ass, they could be something of a nightmare.

And as he pushed them, parting them, he saw the shining scales that surrounded that deep pink hole between them. It was loose, not tight, and it looked like it was something that got filled on the regular, but there was something enticing about it, something that grabbed him and pulled him closer, and closer, and closer. His eyes fixed on it, unable to look away as he was entranced by it, encouraged to move closer, closer, and closer still until -

"Mmmmph..."

His lips touched her pucker and he got his first taste of it. He lost his grip on her ass cheeks, and the cheeks slapped shut around either side of his snout. They were so thick - and he was so much smaller - that his head was completely trapped between them, his nostrils filled with the raw, raunchy smell of ass and sweat. No filth, no dirtiness of that sort, just that hot smell of a hot body that was more than used to getting fucked, getting used, but was finally on the other end of things.

She pushed back and he went with her until the back of his head touched the couch. They were both comfortable there, and his nose and lips were pressed all the tighter to her pucker. He groaned, breathing in her scent, her sweaty taste, and his tongue moved without him thinking. One lick turned to two, then three, and soon she was clenching against him, flexing her pucker against his tongue.

"Mmm...that's it...good little cock-addict."

"Mmmph..."

"Get it in there good and deep, now."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He was pushing his tongue against sweaty flesh, slowly forcing it to give way before the licks and laps that he was giving. Each time that he felt it flex against him, he was reminded of just how wet and sweaty she was, how much she was using him to get clean. It didn't matter, really, but there was something...oddly hot in being used as a wash-rag.

And the scent...

That thick, musky, powerful scent...

He moaned as he kept licking, forcing his tongue against her pucker until he was finally able to shove his tongue inside, working it back and forth inside of her, along her inner walls and then pulling it back. He tasted the bits of slime inside, the way that she was definitely making him lick her ass rather than anything else, but that part of him that didn't want it had gone quiet. Whether it was even still there or not, he didn't know, but he was consumed with the desires of the amber eyes. He was meant to lick her ass, to eat ass, and he would keep doing it until he was told to stop.

Lick, lap, suck, he danced his tongue along her pucker and everything else that he could reach. He breathed in her ass-musk, her sweat, and he puffed it back out in a warm breath over her hole that had it clenching against his tongue again, trapping it in place before letting it loose once more. In, out, in, out went his tongue, tasting her depths before pulling back again. That distinct bitter taste that had nothing to do with filth and everything to do with that distinct place was always there, mixed with salt, mixed with heat, mixed with a hint of something naughty that made his head spin.

His cocks were oozing like mad, spilling over his thighs under his pants, making him look like he had pissed himself with pre-cum, he shouldn't wonder. In, out, in, out his tongue went, always reminding him of what he was doing, always drawing more moans from the woman over his head. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

Lick, lap, lick, lap, went his tongue, dragging from the bottom of that hole to the top, teasing those looser bits of flesh along the side of the rim, making it flex and shift a bit with each lick. He moaned as she pushed back against his nose and mouth, almost pulling him inside of her.

Almost. So close. And he wasn't sure that he would have complained if she had managed it.

She pushed him back, finally, and he groaned as he finally had a chance to get some sort of fresh air. The moment was spoiled as she turned around, resting one clawed foot on his chest, pinning him on his ass, and standing over him with her dripping cocks oozing on his face. The smell of them, the thick taste of her salty pre-cum, was enough to bring his attention back to her, to have his eyes glued to her and her form once more.

"Nnngh...Please...please, Mistress..."

"Heh, you want your reward, do you?"

"Mmmph...I need it..."

"And what do you need?"

"Mistress Askir's cocks!" he all but shouted, whimpering, feeling weaker and more pathetic than ever, but unable to help himself. Hell, that even turned him on, now. "Please. Please, just fuck my face!"

"Heh...whoever said I was going to fuck your face?"

Xander groaned, trying to look anywhere but at her eyes as they glowed once more, but it was impossible. Her toes drummed against his chest, her cocks throbbed, and she was looking down at him right through the V-shape that their throbbing state created. The amber was there again, pulling him in, refusing to let him go, and as she whispered, her thoughts punched through his shame.

"You will get what you deserve..."

"Get...what I deserve..."

"You are a dragon, but not just any dragon. You're a dick dragon."

"Dick...dragon..."

"Your addiction...will never stop."

"Never...stop..."

"You'll do anything for dick...particularly for Mistress Askir's dicks..."

"Anything...for your dicks...anything...for dick..."

"Good...now...turn around."

Even if he wanted to stop, there was no stopping it now. The dragon slowly lifted himself from the ground when the mistress pulled her foot back, allowing him to get on the couch and lean forward. His tail went up without him thinking about it, and her cocks rested against his thighs. They were hot, wet, and dripping with slime at the tips, reminding him of everything that he had done to earn this, and everything that he had tasted the night before. They were coming closer and closer together, rubbing up under his tail and against his asshole. The sheer heat of them was almost demonic, and he groaned as he imagined this sending him straight to hell.

Her hands were strong, pulling him back, and her cocks rested against his pucker together. He hadn't taken cock before, let alone two at once, and some part of him screamed for her to stop -

POP!

But when the first tip popped in, it was everything he could do to keep from screaming in bliss. He moaned out loud, arching his back, and he moaned more as the other cock slid down his taint, brushing his balls before pulling back up towards his hole. Her other cock -

POP!

Well, yes, it popped out of him as she lined up for a second attempt, but the feeling of emptiness that followed was nothing. Nothing but need, no pain, no tearing, just utter emptiness and longing for more. Xander groaned, unable to understand what was happening to him and well past the point of caring. All that mattered was getting those cocks in him, getting that emptiness pushed away, and getting what he needed from her.

And she gave it to him, alright. She gave it to him in spades.

That first thrust with both cocks popping in at once was more than he had ever expected, more than he had ever realized that he could take. That one thrust with cocks that were bigger than his had ever been stretched him out further than he realized that a person could be stretched, and though it burned, though it ached, there was something satisfying about it, something that eased that hunger that he had been fighting and dealing with ever since he'd woken up.

"M-mistress...Mistress..."

"That's my title, don't wear it out."

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Each one slow, at first, but so firm and so hard that he could feel it going right into his guts, stirring him up and leaving him gasping from just how far into him they went. The tips felt like they were already in his stomach, making him bulge out from them, and he swore that his stomach was feeling tighter, heavier.

Bit by bit, she edged forward until her balls pressed against his own. When they did, he swore that her cocks were right under his lungs, somehow. They were so big, so hard, so hot that he could actually press his hand to his chest and feel them there. It seemed impossible, but it was really happening. She was breaking him in, breaking him down, using him...

Fuck...fuck...why did that make him so hard?

Her words were like buzzing insects compared to the hot, rough feeling of being fucked, but Xander could feel them burrowing into his brain, anyway, sucking away his ability to think, replacing it with the hunger for dick. There were other things that were still there, the old horny bits that had been him, but his addiction was no longer for pussy to dominate. It was still there, and it was still nice, but -

Thrust. SMACK!

The feeling of those cocks were so much better. He moaned out loud, arching his back as his own cocks spilled a meager load over the couch, shooting little more than a splatter of a puddle against the couch as Mistress Askir continued to put her superior kobold shafts to work. Those black cocks pounded him, opening his hole again and again, and he could feel the slime getting thicker, heavier, warmer. She was getting closer and closer to cumming, and he wanted that load as deep inside him as he could get it.

He pushed back, barely able to move, but able to show his eagerness, at least. She chuckled, the sound enough to make him blush and moan as he realized he was humiliating himself further, but not really caring. All that mattered was getting that pair of cocks further into him.

In, out, in, out. They were fast, they were hard, and they were occasionally clumsy. One cock or the other would pop out, leaving him moaning and whimpering for a second, only for it to go back in and start up again. Time, after time, after time. One, after another, after another, thrusting away, humping him, breaking his prostate and making him cum his own brains out against the couch.

And then, finally, she came.

It was an explosion, one that forced him up against the couch and made her grip him tight, pinning him in place and leaving him unable to move. Splurt splurt, splurt splurt, each shot shooting into his ass and then up to his belly. He could feel the bloating for real, not imagining it, feeling his stomach starting to sag under just how much seed she had for him. Her claws dug into his hips, keeping him in place, locking her cocks inside.

The feeling of that much seed crept up from his stomach to his throat, and he even tasted it for a moment before a mouthful came from the wrong direction. He spat it up, collapsing against the couch, drooling as she kept on cumming...

Some time later, he opened his eyes. The room was empty save for him, and a massive puddle of cum behind him...and under him. Xander lifted his head, reached behind him -

"Mmmph..."

He could have fisted his own hole from how loose it was, and he was almost tempted. But then...then...

There was a hunger, now. A hunger that hadn't been there before, and one that demanded to be sated. The dragon groaned, trying to put it down, trying to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn't go away. Much as he wanted to go home, get a shower, he knew that there were -

Dick...dick...

Dicks around to be played with, tempted...and he had the body to do the tempting now. He just had to go out there.

And then, maybe when that was finally done, he could get back to finding a pussy to suck him off...

The End

Summary: Poor Xander realizes that he was fucked over hard, and he tries to get some answers. Instead, he gets round two.

Tags: M/H, Kobold, Dragon, Eastern Dragon, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Corruption, Humiliation, Musk, Sweat, Ass Worship, Rimming, Orgasm, Cum, Anal, Gaping, Extreme Size Difference, Double Dicks, Creampie, Miniseries,