A Quick Fix
This one's a request from a friend. A little different from what I'd normally write, but still fun, and he enjoyed it.
Warning for drug use, though there's really a lot more focus on the smoke than the effects of the drug.
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A Quick Fix
By Anawyn
The dragon lounged in the comfortable room, sprawled out lazily with his head on his paws. He was waiting for his friend to arrive. A small, quadrupedal black dragon, Fyrre was not really much larger than a regular anthro drake. He had gray along his underbelly and beneath his wings, and a pair of black cocks poking out of his slit. His snout had pink lipstick applied to it, and his claws pink polish. A matching collar with a metal tag reading "Fyrre" completed the look. The room around him was a simple living room arrangement, with several comfortable chairs and a long couch. The walls were decorated mostly with pictures of dragons. Fyrre stretched out with a yawn before curling back up snuggly.
The door opened suddenly and an anthro white-tailed kite stepped in. Dressed in shorts and a light vest, Toryn had the usual white, gray and black feathers of his kind, with sharp red eyes and a hooked beak. He held an ornate hookah and a little bag under one wing. He also currently clutched his purple glass pipe in his beak, a little rubber knob on the end designed to make it easier for a bird to hold. He breathed in, looking relaxed as he let the smoke trail out slowly, "Hey Fyrre, you up? I could use a bit of your help," he said, closing the door and walking over.
The dragon perked his head up, tail swishing pleasantly behind him, "Mmm, hey bro! What do you want?" He pulled himself to his feet, happy to see his birdie friend.
The bird walked up to Fyrre, releasing another puff of cannabis smoke. The dragon winced, pulling his head back from the dissipating cloud. Toryn grinned slightly and tugged the pipe from his beak, holding it out for his friend, "What, don't you want a hit?" he teased.
Fyrre whined a bit and took a step back, "Mrf, you know I don't do that stuff. Come on, what do you want?" He didn't like when Toryn did this sort of thing, though he was pretty sure he was just playing.
Toryn chuckled, setting his hookah and bag down on a table by one of the chairs, next to a pack of Fyrre's cigarettes. He popped the pipe back in for another slow pull, "Mmmm. I want you to fuck me, draggy. Nice and hard, right now." He grinned around the pipe and turned. He looked over his shoulder as he lifted up his tailfeathers with a wink, "Put those two cocks of yours to some real use."
The dragon giggled a little, looking at Toryn's waving rump, "Mmm, you've got a cute tail, bro. I wouldn't feel right doing that though. It's just, you know. I like being the one with my tail up." He grinned bashfully, pawing at the ground a little as his snout nuzzled the fanned tail. He knew he could usually get his friend to give in with a little suckling on cock or talons.
The kite clamped his beak shut tight and snorted out a thin stream of smoke, "What, so you get all the fun, is that it? Come on, you could at least try being a little aggressive. You've got a birdie butt all ready for you," he coaxed, waving the tail in the air like a flag.
Fyrre whimpered, feeling distressed, "Aww, don't make me say no again. Come on, I can help out other ways, you know I'm good with my snout. How 'bout that?" he asked hopefully, starting to circle around and try to paw at Toryn's zipper.
The bird glared, and took a step back. He frowned at the dragon, puffing furiously, then suddenly relaxed. He pulled out his lighter, flicking it on and lighting the bowl for a slow, relaxing drag. He pulled the pipe from his beak, letting the smoke trail out in lovely, dancing streamers in the air, "Okay, you know what? I can fix this." He pocketed the lighter, and pulled out a small pouch.
Toryn smiled sweetly at Fyrre, who cocked his head curiously, "What's that?" he asked, not quite worried yet, but confused.
"Oh, it's just a little something I picked up a while back. For whenever I got tired of you," the bird said, pulling out a pinch of glittering dust and sprinkling it into his pipe's bowl. It flared up pink as it hit the heat, a puff of sparkling smoke releasing up into the air. Fyrre watched it in surprise, the sparkles dancing through it before it spread out into the air.
Toryn stuck the pipe back in his beak and drew a careful breath. He then advanced on the dragon, who took an uncertain step back, "Hey, what're you doing bro? What do you mean tired of me?" he asked nervously.
Toryn just smiled, then grabbed Fyrre's snout, clawed fingers gripping firmly. As the dragon tried to pull away, he thrust his beak forward and kissed him hard on his pink lips. Fyrre's eyes opened wide, just before Toryn opened his mouth and blew a jet of sparkling smoke right down his friend's throat. The dragon gasped and coughed, pulling away as trickles of pink smoke wisped up from his lips. Much of it had already gone down his throat. Toryn grinned widely, watching with an eager glint in his red eyes. He casually wiped a bit of lingering lipstick off his beak.
Fyrre coughed again, shaking his head as he gasped. He felt weird, and not the way he expected. His body felt like it was twisting inside. What was it doing to him? He looked up at the kite with fearful eyes, "I don't feel good, what did you do?" he moaned, clutching at his chest.
The bird stepped closer, lowering his pipe. He reached down and trailed a finger along the dragon's snout, "It's supposed to make you into an ideal partner for me, Fyrre. Someone who likes the things I like, someone who's a bit more like an equal to me," he cooed.
Fyrre shuddered, eyes shutting tight as his body writhed inside. It felt like his bones were moving, crawling in him like worms, popping and shifting. He'd always been good, why would Toryn do this? He moaned, "Please bro, stop this. . ."
Toryn kneeled down, lifting up one of the dragon's forepaws to have a look. Fyrre could feel the bones and muscles shifting in there, and almost against his will he opened them to see what was happening.
The thick toes were shifting, growing slender and more flexible. Toryn spread them as Fyrre watched in dull horror, turning his paw as it reshaped into a hand. He worked the fingers slowly, watching as three toes spread into four, complete with thumb.
"Mmm, hands are a lot more useful than four paws. Two paws are all I need on you anyway," the bird crooned, grinning as Fyrre whimpered. The dragon cried out as his back suddenly felt like it was cracking.
Fyrre tried to say something, but couldn't focus on much beside the pain. His spine straightened out, and he rolled to his other side, feeling his body realign himself. The worse seemed to pass, though he could feel more twisting within him. Slowly, unsteadily, he got up, finding himself on his knees like an anthro dragon, "I don't want hands though, I like being your. . ." He started to plead, but a wave of unknown thoughts caught him off guard, making him grab his head with his new hands.
"Oh, you won't soon enough, draggy. You won't even remember who you were. Pretty soon you'll be a new, better, sexier dragon." Toryn grinned, and reached down to undo the front of his pants. His avian cock bobbed out, nice and hard.
The dragon could barely hear him. He was trying to process the words, but having to concentrate on each one. Fyrre looked down, seeing his scales lightening in color, fading to gray. He clenched his fingers into fists, the claws digging into his palms. He wanted to stay the way he was, with the bird, this bird. . . what was his name? He couldn't remember.
Fyrre stared at the kite, knowing he knew him, that he was his friend, but. . . it all felt wrong, "Who. . . I feel weird. . ." he moaned.
The bird stepped closer, placing his hand around Fyrre's twin cocks. He stroked them, grinning as they started to grow together into one larger shaft, thick and black. He licked his beak, "Mmmm, something wrong, cutie?"
The dragon shook his head, whimpering. His wings began to fold up, and he realized with despair that they were melting into his back. He reached back, scratching at them as the disappeared, but moments later he wasn't even sure why he thought he had wings, "I'm so confused. I'm Fyrre. . . right? Bro?" he asked, looking at the bird hopefully. Calling him "bro" felt right for the moment.
The kite shook his head though, still stroking the hard black shaft while his other hand went to rub his own. It felt good to Fyrre, nice to have someone doing that to him, "Fyrre? No, I don't think so," he said with a grin. The dragon's worries started to fade as his horns sunk into his head and his toes began to rearrange. He crooned, flexing his thick toes as the inner claws lengthened into sickles. The pink polish melted away to reveal white claws.
"Mmm, that feels good. You're a nice bird, what's your name?" the dragon asked. No, not dragon. . . he felt something slide from his neck as the kite gently removed the pink collar, tossing it aside. He could feel his face shifting, lipstick vanishing. His whole body finally settled down, feeling really good. Not dragon, raptor.
The avian looked him over in delight, "Mmm, ooh, what a sexy raptor, didn't quite expect that. I'm Toryn, and it's wonderful to meet you." He winked, and gave the dino's shaft a firm squeeze.
The raptor was an attractive gray dinosaur with black stripes down his back and a large black cock. His mind settled, and he stood with a certain casual confidence as he looked at the bird pawing him off. He grinned, flashing sharp teeth, "Mmm, I'm Chrome. How about you put that beak to good use, birdie, and suck me off, since you seem to like my cock so much?"
Toryn chirped, and bobbed his head, starting to go down eagerly. Chrome watched him with a smirk, but then something caught his eye. He looked over and spotted the hookah. Mmm, that looked nice, the smell of weed in the air was getting him excited. His flicked his tail and reached down to grab the bird by the crest. Toryn gave a startled cheep as Chrome tugged him towards the chair by the table, "Come on, bird. I'm gonna get a little more comfy."
Chrome released the kite and slumped casually into the chair, his legs stretching out and cock nicely displayed in the air. His thick claws dug at the carpet while he reached over for the ornate hookah, brushing the pack of cigarettes off, "Mmm, is this yours, birdie?" he asked, finding some weed in a little bag nearby, as well as some charcoal.
Toryn watched with an eager shiver, going to his knees before the handsome dinosaur, "Yeah, but use it if you want to." The bird pumped his tapered cock a few more times, staring at the black, throbbing one between Chrome's thighs eagerly, starting to lean in.
Chrome tapped in some of the cannabis, then put in a lit coal. He grabbed the thin hose, pulling it with him as he relaxed back into the chair, "Mmm, wasn't asking your permission, subby bird," he said with a chuckle. Toryn ducked his beak at that, looking embarrassed. Chrome chrrred, loving seeing the bird like this. He'd make a good pet, "Mmm, smoke that little pipe of yours, blow it over my cock before you start with your beak," he said casually, before pulling the hookah stem to his lips and sucking in slowly.
Toryn cheeped, breathing harder, lustfully at that command. Eagerly, he clamped his beak around the pipe, taking a deep, long breath, then lowering it again. Chrome released his own smoke slowly through his nostrils, giving him a brief draconic look that vanished just as quickly. He watched as the excited avian leaned in, then blow out trails of hot, thick smoke right across his dick. The warmth surrounded it and he groaned with pleasure.
The raptor grabbed Toryn's head before he was done and tugged the bird's beak over his cock firmly. Toryn's eyes widened, some smoke still trapped in his beak as it engulfed the shaft. After a moment of panic he relaxed, his eyes lidding as his smoky beak bobbed up and down the black length, tongue rubbing along it as he started his beakjob. He made wet slurping noises as smoke tendrils wafted slowly over Chrome's crotch.
Chrome growled in pleasure, blowing thin streams from his hookah down over the bird, "Mmm, you like it down there, don't you? Little cock-slut bird," he teased, grinning as he sucked in another breath. He arched up, forcing his tip into Toryn's open throat, then suddenly pulling him off completely. The kite gasped, eyes wide, "Mrrrr, more smoke, sexy, then go harder this time."
Toryn blinked, then nodded quickly. Chrome grinned to himself; it was obvious the bird just needed a firm hand and the right sort of master to be a complete, loyal pet. He just hadn't quite realized it yet yet. Toryn sucked in another drag, coughing a bit in his haste, then waved his beak from side to side. He released it, making pulsing flows of thick smoke that brushed across the black cock.
Chrome curled his toes against Toryn's ankles, gasping and arching back with the hookah mouthpiece clamped firmly in his teeth. He felt the smoke collect around his hot, hard shaft, then felt the beak close over it again. It trapped the weed in as it clamped down and began bobbing. Slowly, then faster, faster, "Oooh, yesss, like that. Harder, harder, show your master you love his cock," he hissed, watching the smoke rise into the air above him as he grew closer and closer to release.
He heard no protest at his words, just felt harder, deeper bobs, and a skillfully curling tongue that lapped along the full length, "Mmmm, good pet, I think I'm going to keep you if you make me cum. Have you. . . rrrr. . . always suck my dick like that." He hissed again, closing his eyes. The beak was almost painful, but so good, harder and harder. He lifted his tail off the couch with a moan, breathing hard, smoking in and out in puffs, "Rrrrr, worshiping my cock, and my claws. . . mmmm, letting me fuck you in that feathery ass. . ."
This brought a low moan from the bird down at his feet, and more frantic sucking. The pleasure was growing rapidly closer, closer. He could feel it coming, almost there. Chrome gasped, having to spit out the stem for a moment to suck in real air. His fingers grabbed Toryn's neckfeathers, and then suddenly yanked his beak off. The bird spluttered in surprise, beak dripping with pre and leaking pipe smoke. Chrome didn't linger on that long though, instead reaching down to grip his own shaft, angling it right for Toryn's beak as he hit his climax.
One hand head the kite still while the other aimed the cock. The tip spurted out a thick, powerful jet of seed. Toryn squawked and gasped, trying to turn his head away but unable to under the strong grip of Chrome's hand. After a moment, he relented, the sticky cum glomping onto beak and feathers lewdly and painting the avian's face. Chrome moaned as he watched this, shivering with pleasure as he emptied his load right onto his new pet.
Toryn's feathers drooped and his beak dripped as he kneeled there panting, his cock still achingly hard between his legs. Chrome spurted a few last streams of cum onto the bird before relaxing and grabbing the hookah stem again. He breathed in happily, the drug starting to hit him now, "Mmm, you're a good bird, you made me cum. That means you get to be my pet birdie."
Toryn looked up, working his beak a bit, strands of seed trailing from it, "I. . . " he hesitated, seeming uncertain.
Chrome just smiled lazily and lifted one clawed foot, curling the toes over the sticky beak to close it shut. Toryn shivered at that and went quiet, hesitation slipping away as he began to lick his tongue between the scaled toes. Mmm, a pawslut too, mrrrr, this kite was a real keeper. Chrome used his other foot, hooking the claws into Toryn's wet vest to tug it off, then pulling down his shorts. The bird wriggled out of them happily, leaving himself nude. His hand slipped back down to his pink avian cock and started to stroke again.
"Mmm, give them a little more smoke, pet. You've earned the chance to paw off, but you've still gotta keep me happy," the raptor said, grinning lazily as Toryn quickly began to light up his pipe again. Chrome stroked his toeclaws along the bird's feathery chest, then hooked them under his crotch, giving his slit a little pressure. Toryn moaned right as he sucked in the smoke, coughing some out in light bursts.
Chrome thrust a clawed middle toe into the bird's smoky mouth, rubbing it around, feeling the heat as he explored inside Toryn's slightly musky beak. The kite shivered around the toe, eagerly slipping his tongue out to lap against the one large claw, then slide right into the toecrotch. Smoke trailed out with his tongue, spreading its way over the scaled paw. Toryn pumped his cock harder, eyes squeezing tight as he panted around the handsome digits.
The raptor groaned, tongue hanging out as he sucked in another long helping of weed. Mmm, man, it felt so good to be like this, with his hookah and his pot, just relaxing as his pet bird worked so nicely on his paws. Mrrr, he could really get to love this. He puffed out a ring of smoke with a grin, wriggling his toes in Toryn's still-glistening beak, hearing him squawk and moan. Such a cute little thing.
He trailed the back of his toes right up Toryn's shaft, smiling fondly as the bird cheeped and tugged on the other saliva-washed toes. Something caught his eye and Chrome noticed the pink collar sitting nearby. He picked it up, twirling it in his hands thoughtfully as he breathed out his latest plume of smoke across it. A whimper from below caught his attention and he looked down with a grin.
Toryn was pumping hard, slathering his sticky beak all over the raptor's foot, smoke puffing from it like a steam engine. He released the toes, and nuzzled up under the sole, clenching his own talons as Chrome curled his thick toes against his face. The other paw squeezed its toes around the base of the bird's shaft, and Toryn's sticky fingers suddenly wrapped fully around his pink cock. There was a moment of tense clenching, then a loud skree as he threw back his head and released. Jets of cum pumped up into his feathers while a long wisp of smoke stretched up to the ceiling from his gaping, gasping beak. The pipe fell to the ground, forgotten for the moment.
Chrome watched in pleasure as the bird orgasmed hard, his whole body shivering as he pumped out all he could, fountaining up into feathers and over scales. The raptor paw gave another teasing squeeze, helping another gush out into the air, but it didn't last. Warm cum dribbled down the length of the shaft, over scaled fingers and toes, wet and warm. Toryn finally slumped down against the chair, his head going into Chrome's lap as he happily nuzzled his semi-flaccid black cock.
The dinosaur chrred, putting aside the hookah for now and peering at the collar. His other hand stroked the bird's crest softly, "Huh, Fyrre. Who's that?" he asked idly, fingering the name on the metal tag.
Toryn glanced up briefly, then kissed Chrome's wet cock, "Mmm, it's nobody important. He's gone now."
Chrome shrugged and yanked it off, tossing the little tag in the wastebasket. He opened up the collar and clamped it snuggly around Toryn's feathery neck, "Well, it's yours now. I'll get a tag to say 'Toryn' later. And probably a new collar too, don't really like pink. My pet should wear something though."
Toryn just nodded happily, closing his eyes and relaxing at the raptor's feet. Chrome settled back as he imagined the next few days, breaking in his new pet. Mmm, life was good.
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Chrome soon redecorated the house, removing the dragon art for more of dinosaurs and birds. He never worried again about who Fyrre might be. He was happy and content as a raptor now, not even aware he'd been anything else.
Toryn settled well into his new, unplanned role as pet, soon with a deep purple collar of his own. He'd never been happier, and gradually ceased to even think about his subby dragon friend Fyrre. Chrome was all he needed now.