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This story contains some bondage, rape, and cock vore. This means if you are under 18 or this isn't your cuppa tea, you might want to click that back button now. I just want to avoid sue-happy people.

You have been warned. Don't make me set the wizard on you!

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Out at a country mansion at night, a tinkle of broken glass is heard. A black furred, silver haired horse looks inside after clearing away the last few shards. He begins to climb in, congratulating himself on his luck. "He he he. No one heard you, not even the old coot. Lucky you, Elijah, you stud." Elijah lands on the carpet. Elijah stood 6' tall with rippling muscles all over his body. He wore jeans with a hole in the back for his tail, which he had tied back in a bob. A tail-full of hair getting caught in a door or window would be a negative count for a thief. He looked around once more, seeing that he stood in a hallway with many doors. He walked up to the nearest one and looked inside. He saw a fireplace and a sitting chair with the usual hole in the back for tailed furs. He saw that the entire room was filled with books.

Elijah cast an expert eye over the books, noting that all were real and that none were hiding secret entrances of any sort. As he stepped back and closed the door, he felt a particular tingling, as if he was being watched. He whirled and looked both ways down the hallway. "Huh. Must have been your imagination. Don't start getting senile, not when you're so close!" he whispered. He turned and walked down the hallway, looking into doors as he went. As he walked through the door at the end of the hallway, he missed the sound of tinkling glass as it repaired itself.

In a dark room near the top of the mansion, a glowing sphere of pure crystal stood on a waist high pedestal. Inside the sphere, Elijah could be seen walking around the house, sometimes pocketing a trinket here, an object there. The one who was watching stood in the shadows, watching with amusement and some contempt. The owner of the house looked at the globe through emerald green eyes and sighed. "Why is it that every few years, someone thinks they can just break into my house and steal my things? It's not nice to steal, and it's dangerous to steal from a wizard. Now, how to deal with this one."

The watcher walked around the globe thinking, his tail scraping the floor and his powerful leathery wings opening and closing slowly. He tapped a claw pensively against his silver-blue scaled chin. "Well, why not just use him for that? I mean, why waste a body like that one?" The dragon leaned closer and smiled widely, showing his sharp teeth. He put his claws on the globe and intoned in a magical voice "Elijah, meet me in the basement. You will meet me in the basement." With that, he turned around and walked around the room, pulling down a few items. "Umo erpacia dibe xo." A blue bubble appeared into which he put the objects; a book, two bottles of a glowing blue liquid, a muzzle with a hole in the front, and a golden ring too large for any finger with runes. He snapped his fingers and the sphere shrunk to the size of a marble. He put it into his pocket and coiled a rope around his arm. This was going to be so much fun! He whirled on the spot and disappeared.

Elijah was becoming very bored. This mansion didn't have anything of real value. "How this man spends his days, I'll never know." He was about to leave when a seemingly random thought entered his head. "Hey, wait a minute. Maybe there's a basement! Why didn't I think of it before?! In fact, I remember seeing a set of stairs heading down earlier." He spun and ran back to the top of the stairs. He hadn't seen any servants, so he wasn't worried about anyone hearing him. He took a cautious first step, remembering his first house in which the owner had had the stairs bewitched to turn into a slide when stepped upon. Sheer luck had saved him then. The stair held, though, so he began to walk down. There were doors there but the first one he tried opened up on to a room with piles and piles of gold. "This guy must be a dragon. No other species collects shiny stuff like this." He began rapidly filling his pockets with whatever he could get his hands on. While he was stuffing his pockets, he heard a slight whump as the door closed. He cared very little until he heard a voice behind him, repremanding him. He spun around, catching sight of a black scaled chest and belly in a sky blue robe before being knocked unconscious.

Elijah woke to find himself dangling, face-down, from the ceiling in a large dungeon room. He had been tied with leather and ropes to the ceiling, keeping him suspended about waist height above the floor. He wiggled, testing his bonds for tightness or weakness. He found them all to be new, or at least well kept. Elijah looked around at the room, noticing a door in the wall ahead of him, a window in the wall to his right, and empty shelves on the left. He could see the first rays of the rising sun through the window and on the wall on his left. He felt a breeze pass over his body, caressing his sheath. His head snapped up. Caressing his sheath? He looked down at his body to find he had been stripped of all clothing. His sheath was as thick as a wrist and came up to just below his stomach. His balls, which looked like twin tennis balls, usually hung halfway down his thighs. Currently they hung in the open air for the world to see.

Elijah heard the door squeaking open and looked up. In came a dragon one and a half times his size with blue scales except for his stomach, which was black. The dragon wore a sky blue robe closed around his chest. The robe was filled out nicely by the dragon's muscles, which seemed to be everywhere. The dragon looked at Elijah. "Ah, so the thief awakens! I hope you are feeling well. You very well might enjoy what happens next! And my name is Sh'targa Matasuki, Targa for short." Elijah's eyes shot open to their widest. That was exactly what he was thinking at that moment. Elijah wondered, *Does he know telepathy? Could I do anything to counteract it?* Targa laughed, throwing his head back. He answered with mirth in his voice. "If you wanted to whether I have powers or not, you could have just asked. Yes, I can read your mind whenever I want and, no, there isn't a thing you can do about it, unless you are a wizard, which I highly doubt. Now, moving on with the original plan."

Targa reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled the blue marble from his pocket. He threw it up and snapped his fingers as it fell to head height. It stopped at waist height and began to grow until it was a sphere as large as Targa's head. Targa reached in and pulled out the muzzle. "Now, for this first part, you'll need to wear this." He walked over and stopped in front of Elijah. Elijah looked at the odd muzzle, then up at the dragon, defiance written on his face. *Go to hell.* Elijah thought. Targa grinned, all his teeth showing. "No thank you, I find hell too hot for my liking. And seeing as you're going to be defiant...Tarmine da eira u sa niraz." Elijah suddenly found himself unable to breath through his nose. He held out for as long as he could, then opened his mouth and gulped air. Targa quickly slipped the muzzle on, tightening it so it kept his mouth wide open. Then dragon unclasped his robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Elijah gasped, unable to help himself. The dragon was huge in more ways than one!

Hanging just below the dragon's pecs was a huge black sheath almost as big as Elijah's head! The balls hung at about the dragon's knees, each the size of two tennis balls covered in a black scaled sack. Targa reached into the sphere and took out the book. When he turned back, Elijah saw that Targa's cock had emerged. As big as Elijah's arm, the ocean blue cock hung at a ninety-degree angle out of sheer weight. It was human shaped, but way too long and large for any human. Targa opened the book and cleared his throat. The room seemed to darken a little as he pointed a clawed finger at Elijah and read "Prapera osta persene ricebo ye." Elijah felt a haze wash over him, focusing in on his head, butt, and cock. It caused his cock to fall free of his sheath and rapidly become hard against his will and a tingling in his mouth and butt.

Targa replaced the book and walked over to stand in front of Elijah, heavy cock swinging. He placed his cockhead at the hole in the front of the muzzle. Elijah realized what was going to happen a second before. Targa began to push his cock into Elijah's mouth. Elijah closed his eyes and readied himself for pain, but could only feel the cock slide through his mouth. He heard Targa chuckle above him. "Surprised? I put a spell on your body to prepare you for this. Don't want any pain now, do we?" Elijah couldn't do anything, so he set himself in for the long run. Targa continued to hump Elijah's mouth faster and faster until you could hear the creaking of leather. Every time he hilted himself, his head reached Elijah's stomach.

Finally Targa couldn't hold himself anymore and hilted himself exuberantly. His large balls contracted and he came powerfully into Elijah's stomach, filling him with hot dragonseed. After about five minutes of straight cumming, Targa began to pull himself out. Elijah was still awake and still knowing every feeling. He shivered as the dragon lay himself across Elijah's back, Targa's now-limp cock hanging in front of his face. It had the strong scent of sex all over it. Targa reached down to touch Elijah's still raging hard-on. "Believe me, thief, we aren't done yet. Now I'll take you from the other end, but this time you get to join in the fun."

Targa drank one of the bottles, and his cock jumped back to attention and beginning to pre, his balls swinging slightly as they were magically refilled with cum. He moved around behind Elijah, pulling the stallion's tail out of the way and placing his dribbling cock against Elijah's ring. Just like before, he slowly pushed into Elijah, who again felt no pain. Unlike before, Targa grabbed Elijah's cock, stroking it in opposite time with his motions. Elijah twitched when his cock was touched. It was so much more sensitive!

Targa held out for a shorter time before he hilted himself and came, roaring in domination. Elijah whinnied in pleasure as he came in time with the big dragon. Targa lay on top of Elijah again, leaving his twice spent cock inside the horse. He left his hands continuing to stroke Elijah's still hard cock "Ah, how wonderful. Too bad you'll be leaving soon." He pulled out of Elijah quickly and walked back over to the sphere. Reaching inside, he took the ring, the other bottle, and the book. Slipping the ring-a cock ring, to be exact- down to the base of his large cock, he drank the liquid in the bottle. He opened the book to a marked page, the beginning of a smile on his lips. Then Targa removed the muzzle from Elijah's mouth. The stallion just watched in awe as the dragon began.

Targa stood in front of Elijah again, cockhead pointed at Elijah's muzzle. "Heca mi peno crecur!" The ring on Targa's cock began to glow a bright gold, then began to expand. Targa's cock began to expand as well, slowly at first, then faster and faster. It stopped growing when the cumslit could fit Elijah's muzzle inside. Targa was somehow still standing after this sudden growth. He began to stroke his enlarged cock. Seemingly a second later, cum poured out of the head, soaking Elijah for ten minutes.

After the flow abated, Targa began moving forward until his cockhead touched Elijah's muzzle. Then he shoved himself forward, slipping Elijah's head inside. As Targa continued to push down Elijah's body, the bonds on Elijah's arms slipped off when Targa reached his shoulders and his legs when Targa reached his waist. Targa continued until he had all of Elijah's squirming length inside his cock. His cock was bulging in the shape of Elijah's body. Elijah was squirming so much that it was hard for Targa to focus, his cock being pressed against by Elijah's still hard cock.

"Time to finish... the combination of body." Targa propped the book up upon his cock and read the spell for the next part. "Cambino... se courpu cin... muo." Targa's entire cock began to glow with a golden light like the ring. Then the ring shrunk back to normal size. After shrinking, it moved along Targa's cock until it almost fell off, making Targa's cock return to normal size, before migrateing back to his cockbase. Then Targa's entire being began to glow and grow. His height, muscle mass, cock size and length, everything. After a few minutes, the growth stopped and the glow faded. The new and improved Targa roared and came even more powerfully than before with his newly sized cock and balls. He opened his eyes and inspected himself.

"Very nice body, Elijah. You have made a wonderful addition to my body." He tilted his head as he heard a bell ringing at his front door. He looked out the window and smiled, stroking his new cock. It was noon of the next day. "Ah, my... apprentices are here..."

(This is my first story. Comments and critiques are very welcome. :P)