Dressing Room
#2 of Inches for the Dragon
Sequel Commission for Segremores
Segremores Belongs to his creator
John belongs to me, unless you really want him.
Story contains adult content between adult males, and whatever is in the tags.
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John sighed softly. The white rat had a bit of a dead end job, working as a clerk in the men's department in one of those big department stores. For some reason he never got to work the till, only got to guard the dressing rooms and help out a customer who was having trouble. He figured it was because the assistant manager knew he was gay, or at least suspected it. And it wasn't like most of the guys shopping here for their clothes were good looking or anything. He perked as he saw someone walking his way.
He watched the grey dragon move, and he blushed as he saw the bulge between the reptilian's legs. He tried to take in other details in order to prevent himself from staring at the crotch, and found that the dragon's earfins had red membranes, and that there were a series of black horns cresting his head. He was clothed fairly normally, as if to blend in. He wasn't certain if that was possible, watching the customer pass and enter the dressing rooms, seemingly without noticing him there at all.
John sat back and sighed again, thinking about the dragon, before he realized that this customer had just walked into the dressing rooms with nothing but a pack of jock straps. He realized he had let a violation of the department store's rules go through, so he had to go in and fix that! He got up and headed into the corridor of the dressing rooms.
He quickly spotted the horns over the divider, and knocked gently. The knock was all that was needed for the flimsy shuttered door to come unlatched and swing inward, revealing to the rat the dragon's nearly naked form. He blushed deeply upon seeing the strained jock strap the dragon wore, barely covering up his bits, some of it trying to spill out from sheer size. He also noticed that the pack he had picked up hadn't been noticed, and knew why the dragon was buying them. He realized he was staring and looked up to the smirking face of the dragon, "I-I'm sorry sir, but company policy says you can't try on undergarments. We can't wash those after someone's tried them on, you see..." He trailed off, once again staring at that bulge.
"Hmmm... all the other places let me do it, but that's just because I always buy." The dragon apparently thought aloud. "Here, why don't you help me with my problem." He chuckled to John and tugged him into the small dressing chamber.
John lost his balance and his head landed on the bulge itself. He blushed, but it was so warm and soft, he nuzzled at it before he realized what he was doing. Before he could stand up and back away, strong scaled paws held him there.
"Like that lil rat? I know he does..." The dragon's soothing voice came from above him, the paws starting to scritch gently, "Why don't you let him out so we can try something new on...?" One paw left his head, and he heard the door close and re-latch behind him.
The rodent felt blurry, the potent, musky, warm, and soft bulge below him clouding his judgment as he slowly nodded. His paws moved to the straps of the jock covering up the massive maleness, and pulled firmly as he sank down onto his knees. He nearly fell back from the force of something hitting his chest. Looking down he realized it was the maleness unfurling from where it had been stuffed into the jock strap and hitting him, his eyes following the shaft up to where it joined with the dragon's body.
The dragon chuckled and flexed his shaft as he noticed that the rat was rubbing at his foreskin without looking, as if he hadn't even noticed. "Mmmm... He likes you. He might want to get to know you better before you get him all dressed up again. Say.... Why don't you give him a kiss... say for an ice breaker?"
Without a thought John brought the head of the member to his face level, looking at it deeply, watching the hidden tip leak a bit of pre, and then he leaned forward and kissed the opening of the foreskin, his eyes drifting shut. He murmured weakly as his muzzle felt warm... and kind of moist. He opened his eyes and his whole muzzle was engulfed in the foreskin of the shaft.
"Uh oh," The dragon grinned broadly down at the rat, "I think he likes you so much he wants to keep you. I better get rid of those clothes though. He hates that stuff. Gives him indigestion." And before John could raise any sort of protest, the foreskin flexed, shoving his muzzle into the hidden tip within, before stretching out over his whole face.
John whined weakly, his muzzle held shut as he felt small ripples around it in the flesh holding him. He gasped, taking in a lungful of pure musk when those ripples tugged more of him in, and he could feel the foreskin of the dragon easing around his neck now, but the tip behind it was gaining, as if it was erecting over his head instead of drawing him in, really.
Idly, the dragon reached down and unbuttoned his catch's shirt, rumbling happily in his chest as he eased the shirt off and started to flex his arousal in earnest, the tip soon surpassing his foreskin, as it no longer needed the flap of flesh's help in devouring its quarry, and pinned the rat's arms to his sides, working down over his chest swiftly. He groaned as the head of the rodent neared his body proper, "That's it... come right in... to where you belong..."
With his ears plastered to his skull with so much lubricating preseed and his head wrapped in thick rippling flesh, John found it hard to listen to anything the strange dragon said, and the musk within made it hard for him to even conceive of what was happening to him. He just felt so warm, and something about the rippling was really soothing. But now his rump felt cold, and he couldn't figure out why. He wriggled and pushed forward, not wanting to be cold anymore.
To the dragon's surprise, removing the rat's pants and underwear caused the rodent to start working his way in on his own. He pondered this peculiarity, and decided it would need more testing. With rats, cool rooms, and pants. He sat on the small bench next to the pack of new Jockstraps and bit his lower lip to stifle a moan as his member worked over the slender thighs of the rat. He reached under his shaft and tugged gently, raising it up now that he was sure he had enough room without his catch kicking the door.
Meanwhile, John felt his muzzle press through something into a more open musky area, and he sniffed at it curiously. He gave a weak lil moan, then squeaked muffledly as his feet raised off the ground, and his whole world rotated, so that suddenly his body was suspended upside down, and he was sliding more and more into the rippling warmth. His face pressed to the other side of the chamber he was sliding into, before he started being forced to curl around.
The gray dragon groaned happily as he felt his member reaching the rodent's ankles, and he reached up and gently pressed them in past the hungry slit of his cock, panting softly from the feelings as he traced down the bulge of the rat inside him along his shaft and down to his right teste, where the head and shoulders were. He rubbed the face as best he could through his flesh. "Mmmm.... Welcome home, lil guy."
John murmured as he felt something rubbing his face, and nuzzled into it, before he felt himself starting to curl up more and more, the last of his tail no longer feeling cold as he shifted about and changed positions. He felt more warm, safe, cradled, and cared for with every inch of his form that curled up into the chamber with him, and he soon was dosing off in the deep warmth, barely noticing the walls starting to grow slicker as the last of him filled out the space he was deposited into.
Relaxing as he felt his ball start to gurgle and change the rat, the dragon rubbed his sac idly with one paw, the other working at his member, feeling the warm, now sated flesh. The wet churning sounds from the sac grew louder for a few moments, and he groaned and watched as his arousal swelled and grew, gaining inches in length and girth. "Mmmm... good rat. Mine."
As he rested, the remaining form of his catch, now seed, flowed through his inner piping about, balancing out the two testes in their loads within his sac. He patted the sac happily, and let his arousal go down, before he took a good look at the jocks he had grabbed and sighed. "Dammit. Too small now. I gotta special order."
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