The Hyper Dragoness & Her Toy

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Relieving Her Creamy Need

The crowd screamed, the stadium filled to the brim with heaving bodies, hoarse with their enjoyment for Olivia's performance, the dragoness out on stage with everything on show. Of course, the singer was there to give a vocal performance, but she had long ago given up on containing her huge breasts, each one as large as her torso on their own, perky and held up by the magic that flowed through her veins. Her black scales glistened under the spotlight, the lighting flashing through blue to violet and back again, highlighting the pink streaks running across her hide, everything bare.

That her cock and balls were out too, well... There were probably some out there in the audience that only wanted to see her shows for her body, but Olivia already knew that she was so very much more than that. She didn't care whether they wanted to fetishize her, a hyper hermaphrodite who equally embodied both male and female traits with her strong jaw, the glint in her eyes, the lighter horns on top of her head.

It was perhaps so many anthro species mating with one another and loving each other that had caused genuine hermaphroditism to be more prevalent, though she had always thought it was great that there were so many ways for anthros to know what they were, who they were. And that was even before getting into gender identification. For what it was worth, Olivia had chosen female pronouns, most comfortable with that and, of course, "they and them" pronouns. If no one considered her to be purely and utterly masculine, she thought herself fairly flexible in that regard.

There would always be some that took issue with it, she thought dimly, though the notion was vague in the back of her mind as she stood there, chest heaving, her nipples perky, exhilarating in the aftermath of a performance to blow everyone's mind. But Olivia could not care about that. No... No, it was not for her and the concerns of others, when it came to her and her body, were never hers to bear.

"Have you all enjoyed the show?"

She held the microphone up, grinning in a flash of sharp, white teeth, the roar of the crowd all that she needed to hear. Her shaft ached and throbbed, hardened and aroused from the performance, though she did not give it any attention on stage. Performing, however, always seemed to be something that got her going, the pink slashes across her scales reaching down to her lower back and around the base of her thick tail. Her balls and cock, however, were the purest balance, reflecting the tasteful lighting of her performance as nicely as she ever could have liked.

Through it all, Olivia glowed.

Sure, her assets were hyper, so very often so large that not even magically infused clothing would be able to contain her, bursting out at inconvenient times. But she didn't see why she should have to hide who she was, what her body had become in maturity, not when it was simply who she was. It just wasn't something, of course, that she should flaunt around those underage, her shows for adults only and the dragoness discreet about herself and her body in her everyday life where needed. Otherwise, she refused to be ashamed at all about who she was.

She stalked off stage with a swing in her tail, the tapered tip curling back and forth with every step she took. It was the best performance of the month so far, though she was sure that twenty-twenty-two would have so much more in store for her, much more than performing privately and streaming and doing all she could to make sure she was putting out new music for her fans during that time. Olivia trembled, her cock leaking and slopping out pre-cum as she walked, now that she didn't have the show to distract her. Why did singing get her so randy? She shivered deliciously, her balls aching, imagining that she could feel all the cum churning and slopping around inside them, desperate to come out.

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Soon...

"Is my dressing room ready?" She asked with a smile, passing the mic to a stagehand. "I really need..." She blew a smoky heart, shaky at the edges where her throat was a little sorer than usual, "some relief. You know?"

The swallow blinked owlishly up at her, though Olivia resisted the urge to make a joke. Even at her regular height, not quite six feet, she felt like she intimidated many. She didn't want to do that, though few were ever allowed to see her at her full height, using what magical ability she possessed to restrict herself to six-foot rather than her usual ten. It also made getting through doorways easier.

"Uh..." The bird gulped, the red of his throat flashing, stepping back. "Yes, yes... Yes, they're in there, ready for you, ma'am. Is there anything more you need?"

It was difficult for him to take his eyes away from her throbbing cock, how more and more pre-cum spilt from her, though Olivia didn't make it easy for him either, swinging her hips, leaving a mess behind. All the cleaners for her performances were paid well for cleaning up her messes, though she always tried to keep it to hard floors, places that wouldn't take long to clean up. She didn't want to cause trouble for them, but she also could not help her rampant arousal. It would only have been soaking thickly into her clothes anyway if she had been wearing them.

Her dressing room was labelled with a pink star and the dragoness paused before it, her slender tongue lashing out to lap along the side of her muzzle.

"Mm... I hope a tasty treat has prepared themselves for me this time..."

Olivia rumbled a throaty growl, ignoring how her shoulders ached, her excitement rampant. Her sex clenched, squeezing muscles down around imaginary penetration, though Olivia would not know which way her inclinations swung until she saw who had wanted to join her.

That was another role that she had taken great care to ensure was always filled: Dragoness Reliever. It was ever-changing, for she didn't want to wear anyone out at any time, but she had her favourite too, liking every sex and gender equally. To someone like Olivia, she didn't want to be picky when there was so much choice and variety out there.

Still, she had her favourites.

She swung the door open with another growl, pre-cum spurting from her shaft as if she was already in the throes of climax, though that was still yet to come. And the sight that greeted her in the dragoness' already prepared dressing room was well worth the wait of the walk back there. Hopefully, they had soundproofed the room properly this time. If not, it wasn't her problem to worry about.

They were beautiful. A smaller dragoness, who she knew by the name of Sera, though she was unsure whether that was her real name or not. It was not up to Olivia whether those that joined her to relieve her needs told her the truth when it came to details like that, but she was grateful for their service all the same. They could keep as much or as little as they liked private and she would respect that.

With her delicate, pearly-white scales and her tiny, petite body, the dragoness hanging in suspension bondage before her could have been carved from marble, she was simply that perfect. Sera looked far too small to ever take Olivia's cock, but that was the benefit of magic, opening up either her pussy or her arse or her throat as their body liked. The crisscross of red ropes across her scales made the white dragoness appear as if she was trussed up like a present, facing with her belly down, her arms behind her back while her wings were neatly wrapped and trussed in rope too. Her legs were bent at the knee with most of her weight pulling at the hip, evenly distributed across the remainder of her body, swinging gently back and forth in the draft that Olivia opening the door had caused.

"Mmm, Sera, darling..." Olivia purred, closing the door after her. "I did hope you would come to see me again... It's been too long..."

"Mmmph..."

Sera, however, could not say much, not with the rather fetching heart-shaped ball gag in her jaws. She drooled so prettily around it that Sera could not help but crouch down and kiss her on it, her tongue flickering out as if she was French kissing the dragoness herself and not simply the gag. The hard plastic bore back against her tongue as Olivia allowed Sera to feel the touch of her tongue on the edges of her strained lips, the other dragoness' tail bound up over her back in a smooth arch. Although she had not yet sampled her toy's holes for the night, she was keener than ever to see what Sera had in store for her.

"Mmm, so cute... But you can't see me, can you? Maybe if you're a good girl, a good slut for your hyper momma, I'll let you see."

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