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PREVIEW - A Beacon of Change

by Zmeydros

(In Collaboration with Purmoral)

(Edited by Tiliquain, UBA, and Secretskunk)

It had just rained and the streets of downtown Philly were aglow with glossy reflections from neon and LED signs. The beauty was lost on me as I stared out the window of Tim's tiny second-story apartment.

My own appeal was lost on me as well. Why Tim would want me with my flat butt, petite bust, boring brown hair, and lack of a physique was a complete mystery. Maybe it was the sex, how I was willing to do things to him that most women didn't do to their boyfriends. Tonight, however, both of us were too inebriated to have sex for the--I'd honestly lost count of the number of times.

Tim's curly blond hair, short scraggly beard, and light blue eyes made him look like a surfer, even when he was wearing a collared shirt and slacks. He was standing on the other side of the window frame, staring at the streets and just as bored as I was. His toned, lightly-tanned forearms looked gorgeous against the light teal of his rolled up sleeves and his ass was so round I was envious. The things I wanted to do to that ass...Actually, forget what I said earlier, I wasn't too hammered to have sex, that was just an excuse.

"I'm not sure we've celebrated your promotion enough. Maybe it's time to break out the Feeldoe again." I grinned at him, feeling a confident warmth from the tall glass of mead I'd had.

"I wish we were celebrating your promotion. What's it been, five years since you started with International Poly whatever? Time to move up any way you can." He swirled the mead in his wine glass.

"Guardian. International Poly Guardian. I know it's Chinese-to-English word salad, but could you at least try to remember it? Not mad, just tired of reminding you."

"They're making money hand over fist on every continent and they can't pay someone to come up with a better name? Maybe one that actually has the word 'Auction' in it?"

I sipped some mead from my wine glass, giving myself a moment to calm down. "Can't we just focus on you tonight? I don't want to argue again."

He scoffed. "I don't get what your problem is with the position above yours. So what if you'd have to wine and dine rich assholes? At least you'd be paid for it."

"I want to be a museum curator, not a pretty face convincing rich dicks to sell or buy things that should be in museums. Plus, I'd be terrible at it. I'm the kind of person that needs to pop a Valium if a stray cat doesn't like me. Can you imagine how I'd deal with the sort of catty rejections people get from rich a-holes?" I tried to keep my gesturing to a minimum because I could feel the mead sloshing in my glass.

"My God you're funny. You should start using Vine and just rant on it." After a brief pause where he went from chuckling to a thoughtful expression with pursed lips, his eyes went wide. "Wheeling and dealing with rich a-holes is kinda your childhood dream, isn't it?"

I laughed. "That's like, the worst part of being a secret agent: billionaire babysitter."

"That always seemed like the best part to me: getting to spend time in their comfy posh bubbles, experiencing the finest things in life."

"Really expensive things are not much better than things that cost a moderate amount. If you want accurate timekeeping, you want a quartz watch. Really pretty ones cost maybe a thousand dollars. Mechanical watches can sell for hundreds of thousands, or more if they're especially rare. I can understand the fascination with the engineering that goes into them and such, but the only people that get to appreciate it are so rich they don't know practicality. They're the same people that will buy a top-of-the-line BMW never having to worry about the fact that they could buy someone a brand new Hyundai with the first ten years of repair costs on that BMW."

"Wouldn't it be nice to be rich enough to not have to worry about that stuff? Like just for a day?" He smiled. "I'd want that for you and if you get into a high enough position, you'd have money to waste on things that aren't worth the price and not lose half your pay to your rent."

I wanted to throw my wine glass at his face. Did his ears go deaf every time I opened my mouth? Were we even speaking the same language?

"Fuck you're hot when you're angry." He turned his ass toward me. "Do I need a spanking?"

I took a step toward him and swatted his ass hard.

He moaned.

My pussy twitched as I got a fantastic rush of adrenaline. "You're. Such. A. Brat!" I slapped his ass again with each word.

Rubbing his crotch with his free hand, he said. "What'cha gonna do about it?"

"I think it's time for me to get the Feeldoe." My panties were very wet.

"Nah, it's getting pretty late." He stood up straight.

"We don't have to get up early tomorrow."

"True." He sighed. "The time isn't the issue. It's the seam on the Feeldoe. It hurts when it goes in."

"I wish I could feel something when I was wearing the strap-on." Something clicked in my mind just then as a thought that had been flitting through my mind over the past couple months suddenly locked in place and made me giddy. It wasn't just a passing thought, it would be amazing. "Fuck a strap-on, what I really want is a dick."

Tim grimaced in the dim light coming through the window. "A dick, on you? Don't be gross."

My chest tightened. "What's gross about it? You have a dick and you don't think it's gross, do you?"

"If I was into trans women, I'd be with one."

"But what if I had both? A pussy and a cock, would you like that?"

"Where's this nonsense coming from? If we were on weed right now, I'd just chalk it up to you being high, but you know I'm not gay and I wouldn't want a real dick in me." He waved his left hand exasperatedly while spilling some of his mead on the carpet. "Shit!" He went and got a paper towel and started sopping it up.

"It wouldn't be gay, I'd still be a woman even if I had a cock. I like painting my nails and dresses and being free to cry or giggle madly. Only difference is I'd have a cock." I was gripping my wine glass too tightly. There was probably some reason an actual dick was a turn off when strap-ons weren't, but I couldn't imagine it in that moment.

He stood up, holding the paper towel in his left hand while pointing at me aggressively. "God damn it, Fiona. Are you too stupid to take a hint? I think it's gross for a woman to have a dick, especially you. Plus, what you want, to have both, is medically impossible. If you want to have sex with me again, stop fantasizing about shit that's never gonna happen."

I was getting pain down my arms from how tight my neck was. I didn't know why I felt like correcting him, but I couldn't let it go and it took everything I had to stand up to him. The result was that my voice came out much louder than I intended. "It's not impossible. Vagina-preserving phalloplasty can--"

"Get out!" He pointed toward the door.

"Sorry, I'll shut up about it," I said quietly, feeling like an idiot.

"I wish I could believe you. Guess what you talked about last time you had too much to drink?"

"I, what?"

"You started going on and on about that same, messed-up surgery and I was up half the night wondering if we were going to have the conversation we just had." He set the paper towel and wine glass down before grabbing my purse and handing it to me. "And I decided if that happened, I'd ask you to leave. So, I'm asking you to leave."

It was such a vague memory. But it made sense, I got rejected whenever I spoke my mind, so I only did it when I was drunk or high and I'd had four mojitos that night. Knowing I had to bury wanting a dick even deeper if I wanted to be accepted by people, I managed to forget about that desire for seven years.

It took a mountain of a hybrid woman to drag it back out of me.

* * * * *

September 18th, 2022

With six silos, five barns, a couple long quonset huts, three farmhouses and various other outbuildings from multiple different eras, this farm was huge. Every outbuilding and farmhouse was a shade of smoky blue, pastel yellow, or stylized light green grass with dark ink outlines on a sage green background, making the rustic red of the barns look gorgeous. No matter how old a building was, it was well-maintained and had fresh-looking paint. At the far southwest corner of the farm was what looked like a mine elevator at the base of an idyllic hill covered in alfalfa.

The small, pod-like passenger van that brought me here drove west down a short gravel road, leaving behind a thin cloud of dust. It parked in a lot outside the smallest farmhouse, which was a simple A-frame structure with tall windows. Above the door was a black sign with copper letters that read "Guest House Alpha." The driver busied himself with grabbing my luggage out of the back and bringing it inside.

A magenta and cyan figure was running up the road toward me from the main area with the barns and silos. As she got closer, I squinted because I couldn't figure out whether this person had paint all over them or she was in some kind of magenta bodysuit. She'd gotten an amazing dye job done on her hair. It was bright cyan and matched the cyan ribbon dangling between her legs. Wait, it wasn't a ribbon, it looked like the underside of a tail, a lizard tail! My eyes went wide. This woman had two little white horns on her head and her face pushed outwards into a muzzle and she hadn't been painted, I could see the glint of scales as they caught the light.

A hybrid? In person? I'd only ever seen them on the news, which was always vague or highly speculative about their origins. And here, right in front of me, was what I could only describe as a petite humanoid dragon woman.

Her hair was disheveled and had bits of hay in it and one strap of her khaki-colored overalls was dangling, unlatched. She'd gotten dressed in a hurry and something wet looked to have been splashed on her T-shirt, just above where the overalls covered. Her feet had claws instead of toenails, which may have explained why she wasn't wearing shoes. To me, she looked like someone who'd just crawled out from under someone else.

Just before she'd walked all the way up to me, my eyes caught a slight rise in her overalls between her legs, which made me wonder if she'd stuffed a sock there or the fabric was just hanging oddly. I had no idea what to say upon meeting a hybrid. All I could think of was the million questions I wanted to ask her while knowing it wasn't polite to shower her with them.

"Hello, Fiona." The inside of her mouth and her tongue were cyan like her hair and the scales on the underside of her tail. Her hands moved to cover her crotch as the magenta scales on her cheeks darkened. "You can call me Berry."

Watching her muzzle move as she spoke, realizing that she was a real-live lizard woman, I got this giddy feeling that made me want to bounce in place. It was so cool! She was so cool!

"How did you end up a dragon hybrid?" I blurted out. "Sorry, it's just--I've just never seen a hybrid in person before." When I wasn't at work, my filter was a lot weaker. It took so much mental effort to keep things from coming out of my mouth, which made work exhausting. Especially since I was always afraid of upsetting someone even when I said completely normal things.

"How I became a hybrid is umm..." She blushed so deeply that her cheeks turned crimson. "Maybe I can tell you later. Maria's expecting you." Turning around, she motioned for me to follow.

As I followed her, I wondered whether her nipples were cyan as well. I had a feeling it would look gorgeous, but that thought felt odd because I wasn't used to mentally taking women's clothes off. "Have you worked here a long time?"

"Yeah, I started as a part-time summer employee, but working here was a transformative experience and I just couldn't go back to my old life at the end of the summer. So I asked to stay on and they gave me a full time live-in position." She started skipping happily as she answered my question, making me feel better about the fact I was quizzing her.

Taking long strides to keep up with her skipping, I tried to keep the conversation going. "Wait, I came here for the 'Two Day Transformative Experience,' did you come for the same thing initially?"

"Oh! I--uhh, I didn't mean, sorry. I used the wrong words. Probably because I saw that's what you were here for. I meant to say that working here changed me a lot for the better. Hope that makes sense." Shy energy was just pouring off of her as she tried to backpedal.

"Do you like greeting new people? You seem kinda introverted and I know that can be hard."

She laughed. "Oh, I used to be a lot worse."

"You were even shyer?"

"Yep, I could barely--" She stopped dead in her tracks just as she passed the corner of the barn nearest the farm entrance. "Milena! Put on some clothes, we have company!"

After running right into Berry, I caught sight of a woman who had been crossed with a holstein cow, nude as could be. Another hybrid? What? Before today, I'd never seen a hybrid in person and now I'd seen two in less than five minutes. Was everyone on this farm a hybrid? The chance of that was one in a billion, but I was here for it.

Her nudity was unexpected, but I was even more surprised by the fact she had an udder, which hung near her crotch. All of her was gigantic: not only was she over six and a half feet tall, she was true to her bovine mix makeup in being incredibly broad. I'd never thought about a cow woman before, but holy cow was she pretty. Between her and the cute dragon, I was thinking things I'd never thought before. Like, what would it feel like to be pressed up against fur or scales? Did I like hybrids so much I was suddenly into women? Fuck, this was an odd time to start questioning my sexuality.

Milena had such a cute cow nose and I was thinking about booping it while she spoke. "But clothing chafes my udder." She frowned.

"Just use more udder cream or something. We can't have you nude all the time." Berry turned around to notice me looking at Milena and quickly put her hand over my eyes.

I moved my head down to dodge her hand, saying, "It's fine, she's very easy on the eyes." Had I just hit on her? I'd never hit on a woman before. My heart was pounding.

Milena hugged herself the way people often did when they got a big compliment. "Wanna help milk me later?"

I stared at her udder, blushing so hard my cheeks hurt.

"You can't offer that to random people you just met," Berry said.

"But she hit on me first." Milena was frowning now.

"No, that's not--" Berry paused. "Just wear clothes when you're outside the barn, please?"

"Okay." Milena turned to me. "See you later, cutie." She winked.

My blush was working its way down my neck and I was getting warm in other places too. "Later," is all I could manage to say as Berry dragged me away from Milena, past an emu pen that was opposite the barn. I kept my eyes on Milena for a few seconds and then I stumbled on a rock and was forced to look where I was going.

As I got close to the barn past the emu pen, I heard grunting and then a heavy floomp.

"Maria's unloading hay in there. I'd bring you all the way, but I gotta help Melina with the milking equipment before she creates another scene." Berry let go of my hand. "That alright?"

"Sure, anything I need to know before you go?"

"Nah, I think you'll get along with her just fine."

"Okay, bye." I waved to Berry.

She waved and then dashed off back the way we came while I made my way to the front of the barn, hearing another floomp as I did so.

When I got to the barn doors, I saw the front of a big white pickup truck and a flat trailer with hay stacked four bales high. Grabbing bales off that trailer was a massive black, gray, and blue dragon hybrid in maroon overalls who was tossing the bales a good ten feet to the wall with minimal effort. She had hair, white as fluffy clouds, spilling over her shoulders and more of that white hair went down the top side of her tail, looking like a horse's mane. Large midnight blue wings were being held close to her back as she worked and jutting out from her forehead was a massive cyan horn that reached up eighteen inches. The tip of that horn had to be at least ten feet off the ground, making her somewhere around nine feet tall.

The moment the shock from her sheer size wore off, I noticed her gigantic tits and a bulge in her overalls that made me do a double-take: she'd either stuffed a couch pillow in her panties or she had the largest package I'd ever seen.

If someone had asked me what my ideal date looked like, I would've struggled before this moment. But I knew, despite never having been with a woman in my entire life, that she was my ideal date and I didn't know what to do with that information. She was an adventure waiting to happen, a sexual hyperbole, a goddess deserving of lust, fear, and worship. Berry had piqued my interest, Milena had gotten me to wonder about my sexuality, but Maria was my new obsession.

My heart was hammering in my chest and blood was rushing southward. I wanted to be under her, on top of her, beside her, wherever she'd let me be, frankly: I had so many questions that could only be answered by her grabbing me, holding me down, and fucking me until I couldn't remember my own name.

Knowing she had my attention, she grinned, grabbed another hay bale, and swung it around before grunting as she let it loose from her beautifully-muscled arms. The hay bale tumbled through the air before landing against the wall, neatly on top of the stack she'd been making.

Dusting off her scaly hands, she turned to address me. "You must be Fiona?"

She could've called me "Maybelline" and I would've still said, "Yep, that's me." I didn't yet know how to disagree with someone who weighed over four times as much as I did.

"Nothing like some physical labor to get one's blood pumping in the morning." She tossed one more hay bale and then hopped down from the back of the trailer, her huge breasts bouncing just as the bale landed perfectly in the next slot on the stack against the wall. "Looking forward to your Personalized Transformative Experience?"

"Yeah, umm, just to be sure, it isn't some sort of hazing ritual or something? On the ride here, I realized the wording could mean a lot of things, some of them scary. Like the part about possibly needing living space adaptations. That could mean I'm going to get so badly injured that I'll need a first story apartment with handrails." I fidgeted with my hands as I spoke, lacing and unlacing my fingers.

"No, hazing is built on discomfort and what we deal in is pleasure." She said "pleasure" slower than the rest of the words and with deeper tones in it that vibrated my chest. "And the adaptations wouldn't be due to becoming disabled by the process. They'd be for other reasons that you'd enjoy, but would have to account for in your daily life."

Even though I was relieved, I was a bit light-headed. My blood was rushing everywhere now as I tried to process seeing so many hybrids in one day and lusting after a woman who would have to pick me up to kiss me. Wait, if I was into women, why hadn't I noticed it before? Maybe I was just so into hybrids that it didn't matter what gender they were? I really should've gotten over myself and watched more hybrid porn; because wow, had I been missing out.

"Only pleasure, huh?" I pursed my lips as I tried to think. "So, I'm going to be wined and dined, get a spa treatment, and then have some guided meditation?"

She laughed, a sound that I could feel in my bones. "People always assume the language is figurative." A wry smile sat on her muzzle for a moment. "Come." She held out her right hand.

I took her hand, noting that my hand basically disappeared into hers. The feeling of her satiny-but-somehow-also-grippy scales was enough to send tingles down my spine. As she led me to the third barn, my eyes darted to that package jutting out from between her legs. Her balls bounced as weightily as breasts, enthralling me even more. Bits of hay were stuck to her scales and overalls, some of it floating off in the slight southwestern breeze.

She stopped at the side of the barn in front of a pipe that went eleven feet up to a showerhead. Just under our feet was a square patch of smooth rocks about an inch in diameter that sat six feet to the left of an ornate twelve-foot-high version of the sort of door you'd see on the front of an old house. Between the shower and the door was another door that stopped two feet off the ground and it had this little horizontal handle. Was it a cabinet of some sort?

"The goal of this whole process is to find out who you'd be with no filters, no denial, no hiding your deepest desires or wishes, and no cowing to the restrictions reality has placed on you. We're going to remove all the walls that have been placed around you by inner and outer forces so that you can frolic like a horse in freshly fallen snow." She let go of my hand.

I looked up at her with a grin, feeling like I'd finally figured it all out. "I've never done anything harder than high THC pot, but I've always wondered what it would be like to do LSD or peyote. Sign me up!" I bounced on the balls of my feet.

"Fiona, dear, if it was simply drugs, we wouldn't make claims about life-long positive changes. In fact, it's important that you're stone cold sober. You're going to make some decisions today that will affect every day that comes after." Her face held no smirk or sign of mirth. If she'd spoken louder and faster, I would've assumed she was mad at me. Instead, this read as a grave seriousness, like a doctor about to deliver bad news.

"Okay, I really don't understand, but I'll try to give things a lot of thought from here on."

"You're welcome to think a lot, but the most important part of this is that you are completely honest, even when the truth embarrasses you. Otherwise, we won't be able to move forward."

Now my chest was tight. Was this an intervention of some sort? "Okay, I'll try."

"Let's get started then. First chance to be honest with me." Her smile came back, like the sun breaking through the clouds. "I'm itchy from working with all that hay and want to rinse off. Now, tell me Fiona, do you want to watch?"

"Watch you wash off?" I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

"Let me guess, until me, you never really thought about watching a woman shower. Is that right?" Her voice was like aged bourbon and brown sugar.

I nodded, wishing I could think of something, anything to say back.

She unclipped the straps on her overalls. "The moment I met you, the way you looked at me, I knew you wanted to see what my bare scales looked like."

As she pulled the upper part of her overalls down, I said, "Is this part of the Transformative Experience?"

She unbuttoned the button just above her tail. "It's part of yours, for sure. The first step is for you to take ownership of your desires."

Normally, blurting out what was on my mind was too easy, but right now I was like a fish out of water in the Sahara Desert. "You're totally okay with a random stranger ogling your naked body?"

"You may be a stranger, but you're not random. What do you think the background check was for?" She clasped my shoulder with the end of her tail. "Plus, I'm not the sort of girl that offers things I don't mean to. So, what'll it be? Are you gonna tell me what you actually want or just hide your desires out of shame?"

The feeling of her tail on my shoulder somehow made her more real and my nipples started to ache from being so hard. "I want to watch you shower." Saying it aloud helped me relax a bit, though my cheeks were probably wine-colored with how embarrassed I was.

"Now we're getting somewhere. I could smell you getting more and more excited this entire time." She pulled the overalls down and stepped out of them, her boxer-like panties swaying slightly as she did so.

Probably just to tease me, she pulled off her lavender T-shirt and took off her very-supportive bra, both which seemed complicated to get off due to her wings. There were buttons on the back of her shirt, near the bottom, and her bra had straps that could be unclipped. Then she pulled down her stretchy boxer panties. My hair stood on end, not out of fear, out of immense awe. I'd realized her balls were probably nearing the size of cantaloupes, while her breasts had to be as big as watermelons. And her breasts were so perky, jutting out from her chest despite their size. What I wouldn't have given to look like her: I didn't even know large breasts could do that.

My eyes fell back to her balls as she lifted them up higher and higher until I saw a huge mound with beautiful, scaly labia. "Both? You have both?" Now my panties were wet. I couldn't stop thinking about putting my face up in her balls and running into her pussy. I had no idea what I'd do when I got to her pussy, though. My brain was misfiring.

She gently let her balls down. "Yes, I'm a hermaphrodite or herm for short. Best of both worlds and all that."

"Do you like being a...herm?"

She turned the knobs on the shower to get it started. "I experience things most people can't even imagine and wouldn't have it any other way." Water poured over her, wetting her wild white hair.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are." Words were starting to come out easier, which was good, but now I was worried I'd make a fool of myself or that I'd just be repeating compliments she heard all the time.

"Finally speaking your mind, I see." She turned off the shower and then shook off a bit, her breasts and balls undulating attractively as she did so. "Grab me a towel out of that cabinet, will you?"

I went over to the cabinet door and had to reach up to my head level because the handle was at a convenient height for Maria and not people shorter than her. I turned the handle the only direction it would go: downwards. It swung open revealing a half-inch lip with a weather seal and shelves going up higher than I could reach. On the bottom shelf, which was at waist height, there was a first aid kit next to a couple sets of clothes, shower supplies on the second shelf, and sticking out slightly beyond the edge of the third shelf was a fluffy white towel. The third shelf was just above my head, so reaching it wasn't a problem. The fourth, fifth, and sixth shelves could've been full of sex toys for all I knew. I'd need a boost to see any of them.

Taking the towel I could see, which was Maria-sized and heavy, I closed the door and then tried to hand it to her. "Here you are."

Instead of reaching out to grab it, she said, "If you're up for it, I thought I'd let you dry off the parts of me you can reach."

My hands shook as I got down and started drying off her right leg. Her scales shed water so well that it was very easy to dry them and I was up to her thigh in no time. The whole time, I was noticing just how thoroughly muscled she was underneath those scales. Even though she was nine feet tall, I suspected she could jump pretty high. I should've technically reached between her legs to get her fully dry there. I switched to her left leg as a stall tactic, but I was soon up at her crotch area again.

"Go on, I knew what I was asking you to do. So, if you hold back, it's your choice, not mine." She stepped wider with her foot, making more room between her legs.

Those words: "Go on" rang in my head like the bell at the top of the Tower of London. It had been ages since anyone ordered me around and I got this happy bouncy rush as I took her balls into the towel and dried them. Each of them weighed about two pounds and, as I rubbed them, she let out a long, contented sigh. Then I dried off her sheath, noting how stretchy the flesh was around there while wondering how big the prick hidden inside was. I got tingles up my arms and throughout my chest as I reached behind her balls and dried her labia.

"There you go, don't be shy." She gently put her right hand atop my head. "If you're gonna feel around, just do it with your hands."

Pushing against her hand, I moaned, thinking about what I was about to do. I took the towel into my left hand before putting my bare fingers against her mound. Thoughts I'd long forgotten came flooding into my head. I'd never touched a pussy that wasn't mine before and I couldn't stop thinking about having a dick and feeling her passage part for it the way it was parting for my fingers. Until now, I'd never thought about how incredible cunts were. They were the softest place imaginable and I wanted a cock so badly I ached in my abdomen. Pangs of nervousness made my chest tight as I remembered Tim's disgust at my desires. Here I was fawning over a woman I could never be, wanting to fuck her with a cock I didn't have. What was wrong with me?

Pulling my head closer to her sheath, her scent started to make me tingly all over. "You're staring at it like you want a taste, go for it."

My pussy clenched and I moaned as I obediently put my face against her scaly sheath. It was so big around it was touching my cheeks and I put another finger in her as her plum-like scent got me to moan.

"Use your tongue. Don't worry, if someone sees us, I'll tell them you were too cute for me to resist."

Being called cute helped me ignore the fact that someone might see us and I just gave in, licking into her sheath. She gasped as the broad head of her prick pushed out to meet my tongue. Then, as I licked, I discovered the head was like something you'd find on a stallion. It had a flare larger than my hand, which I explored with my tongue, and a big cum hole near the center bottom. When I flicked my tongue over the cum hole, she pred right in my mouth, giving me a taste a bit like plum sauce. I licked more, her holding my face there, nearly smothering me. Dropping the towel, I slipped my free hand into my panties and started rubbing at my clit as her cock head cleared her sheath. She managed to catch the towel with her tail while I licked and kissed and sucked on her cock, wanting to see and feel every inch of it. Her ball sac bounced on my arm as I fingered her faster and faster.

She panted and moaned, bucking her hips. "Oof, you're really getting into it."

In that moment, I realized what I was doing and pulled my face away before pulling the three fingers I'd slipped into her out. "S-sorry!"

"I wasn't complaining. Quite the contrary." She rubbed the five inches of her cock that had cleared her sheath lovingly while her wings fanned out.

I'd been too preoccupied to think about it before, but her cock wasn't what I would've imagined a dragon's junk to look like. "A horsecock?"

"Yep, bigger than most stallions." The pride in her voice made it even sexier.

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