All the Better
Commissioned by @teryxc. His character, Teryx, invites Sakubi (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sakubidragon) to his home - but doesn't quite anticipate that he's in for much more than just a fun night.
The atmosphere in the Drunken Dragon was always something Teryx had enjoyed. Despite the name, it was a place for creatures of all species, from mundane to the mystical. A pair of identical otters had found their place in a corner and were eagerly chugging away at far more alcohol than they should have, and in another corner...
Teryx blinked.
In another corner, a feral dragon had somehow managed to wedge himself into the building and was currently busy chugging down barrels of mead. He shook his head in disbelief for a moment, uncertain how to react. How in the world had the dragon even managed to force his way in?
Not his problem, in any case. He was here to find a companion for the night, not to help a drunk, bestial dragon contemplate whatever life choices it had made to end up stuck - possibly quite literally - inside a bar.
Huffing out a sigh, Teryx grabbed a seat for himself at the bar. Before he could order a drink, however, someone slipped into the seat next to him. He glanced up, surprised. What he saw was... intriguing, to say the least.
Teryx couldn't quite place what it was about his visitor that interested him. He'd seen more than his fair share of dragons before, both in the bed and out of it. Perhaps it was the swirl of oddly exotic markings that decorated the stranger's body, or the dripping, thick heart that seemed to be attached to the end of the dragon's tail.
Or, more likely, it was the almost casual way the purple dragon blew a puff of cigar smoke into his face, leading him to cough at the intense smell of tobacco. Teryx gagged and choked on the polluted air immediately, glaring up at the stranger. "Is this how you greet everyone, or am I just special?" he asked, irritated.
The dragon opposite him smiled easily, resting an elbow on the counter. "Just the ones I like." The cigar rested in his maw, his teeth easily rolling it around the edges of his lips. Something about it gave him a bold sort of charm, and though Teryx knew he should have been disgusted, he couldn't help but raise a brow.
"And here I don't even know your name." The rain dragon clicked his tongue. "That doesn't seem like the best way you could've broken the ice."
"Sakubi." The purple dragon grinned, extending a hand. "It got you interested, didn't it?"
"I might have gotten interested even without that," Teryx admitted, his eyes roaming Sakubi's rather stockily built body. His own was lean and lithe in comparison to the broad shoulders and pronounced muscles of the other dragon. He had to admit, the contrast had always been something he'd liked...
"Oh?" Sakubi seemed amused by this, if anything; there wasn't an ounce of remorse in his face.. "And what's your name, then, handsome?"
The rain dragon shook his head, sighing. Well, if Sakubi insisted on being this direct... He _had_come out to look for companionship, after all. If the other dragon was willing, then why not? He certainly seemed far more interesting than most of the people that frequented the bar.
"It's Teryx. Teryx Commodore, a dragon that _doesn't_like having smoke blown into his face, thank you very much... You're just lucky you're hot." Teryx smirked, allowing his eyes to more blatantly rake across his new companion's body - making sure that the dragon noticed. "Why don't we skip the small talk? I've got an apartment nearby, if you're game."
"I think you'll find that I'm not the game here." Sakubi leaned in, a hot breath of smoke brushing past Teryx's ears. The rain dragon shivered. He tried to be annoyed, he really did, but... He couldn't deny that it made his cock twitch.
"We shall see," he said simply.
Teryx's apartment, as he termed it, was far greater than the rain dragon had implied. The dragon didn't simply own an apartment. He owned a penthouse, and it was in one of the tallest buildings in the city, to boot.
He was proud of what he'd earned, of course. It helped that dragons in general were good with managing their gold. All the same, there was more to it than that; creatures of magic were naturally empowered by their own element. Teryx's penthouse was precisely that - a sanctuary of sorts.
As a creature of the rain, he was most at home when he was near his element. Up in the skies, amongst the clouds and the breeze - it was where he was most powerful. Even Sakubi had to let out a low whistle; this high up, the noise of the city and its traffic seemed to fall away. It wasn't nonexistent, no, but it was... distant.
Coupled with the gardens he'd cultivated just outside the walls of reinforced glass, the whole place was almost like another realm.
Sakubi smirked, a faint glint of mischief in his eyes. It was one thing when his chosen victim was powerful, and it was quite clear that this dragon had a great deal of magic writhing about within him. It was another thing entirely when his target also happened to be well-off; rich men, after all, could fund his proclivities far better.
And as a bonus, rich men tended to be particularly well-connected. What better opportunity could there be to spread himself among the upper echelons of society?
Sakubi stretched. It wasn't time, not yet, but he could feel the ripples of the goo that composed his body. He was aching to be free. To know that he had the perfect victim nearby, that the rain dragon would soon be under his control... More accurately, that he would soon become him. It took all of the demon's effort to get himself under control, to reinforce the solidity of his current form.
Instead, he smiled.
"Quite the place you have here." Sakubi's voice was a low purr, one hand gently placing itself on the small of Teryx's back. He caught the dragon's look of lust, the tinge of heat that spread through his body at the touch.
For all that he tried to hide his arousal, he _wanted_him. And there was a reason for it; the cigar he smoked had been infused with just the barest hint of Sakubi's essence. Small - but effective.
Even now, corrupted energies where whispering for Teryx to let the dragon simply take him, to submit. Of course, the dragon couldn't hear them. For the moment, it was simply too weak; all it could do was push Teryx's thoughts gently, nudge them in the right direction.
"You like it?" Teryx turned on his heel, spreading his arms wide to show off his apartment. "It's my hoard. Put a lot of effort into getting it just the way I like."
Indeed, the dragon's wealth was apparent; he hadn't gone for the piles of gold that some dragons seemed to prefer, but his riches weren't hidden. Decorations of gold and silver, paintings with gilded frames. Now that he was looking closer, the paint itself might have had gold scattered into it. Huh.
"Quite a bit," Sakubi replied with a smile. The look in his eyes were faintly devious, though Teryx didn't quite notice; the rain dragon was too busy showing off his home, wanting his new companion to appreciate it. "But not quite as much as your body."
Teryx blinked, momentarily nonplussed. He was used to going through the motions - showing off his home, perhaps sharing a cup of tea or coffee before they got right down to it. Sakubi was certainly far more direct than the rest, and he found he liked that.
"That eager, hm?" The rain dragon smirked, stretched; he knew the light glancing off his scales would emphasize his muscles in just the right way.Sakubi simply chuckled. He enjoyed the show, certainly, but not for the reasons the dragon thought.
It told him exactly what kind of body he would soon have, after all.
"Of course." Sakubi's spoke from just behind the dragon, the glowing cigar still between his lips. Teryx should have noticed it from the distinct smell of tobacco - but he'd allowed himself to relax too much. In his domain, his home, he should have been invincible. "It's not often I find myself such a delightful morsel. I think I'll quite enjoy myself in my new home..."
It was those words that first clued the rain dragon in as to what he might have allowed into his home. The flare of demonic energy that accompanied it burned the realisation into his mind; the poor dragon, unfortunately, didn't have the time to react.
He'd heard tales before - of demons, creatures that could take over the body of a victim and make it their own. He'd never considered that he might fall victim to it.
He felt Sakubi grab him from behind, strong arms pinning his own to the dragon's body. Teryx let out an almost immediate shout, trying to summon his magic - yet the demon's presence did something to disrupt it. Something interfered, his powers fizzling before they could reach the surface and rendering him helpless.
A dragon, of course, could hardly admit to such a thing. He let out a growl of anger instead, twisting his body and fighting to get free of Sakubi's hold. "The hell do you think you're doing?!"
He should never have turned his back on the other dragon. He'd known there was something odd from the very beginning; no sane dragon would greet another by blowing smoke into his face. Heck, no sane _person_would do that; he'd simply allowed himself to be charmed by both his looks and personality, took him back into his home... And now look where he was.
Sakubi was strong, too; far stronger than he looked. His arms were more immovable blocks than they were an object he could pry apart. Try as he might, Teryx might as well have been pushing and kicking at a wall - the dragon didn't even begin to budge from his movements.
If anything, his struggles only seemed to make the bastard get excited. Sakubi barely seemed to care that he was struggling; he could feel the demon grinning, the cigar still casually stuck between his teeth. He could feel hot smoke blowing out across his back; it was almost like Sakubi didn't even notice he was struggling.
Worst of all, he could feel a hot, wet shaft pressing against his back, stealing pleasure from his desperation.
"Oh, don't struggle." Sakubi chuckled. He pushed his hips forward, rolling them gently and uttering a low, pleased groan. The goo from his cock dripped down from just above his ass, staining the rain dragon's tail with his pre. "It's just a waste of your energy. You'll be mine, soon enough... It's inevitable. Don't worry, though. You'll love every second of it."
Sakubi had never been more aroused. He'd know before that the dragon was a good target; he hadn't realised how much, not until he had Teryx struggling in his arms. He felt the power and strength of the rain, and he knew he wanted it to be his.
The urge was strong enough that the demon's body struggled against him. It demanded to be united with his victim, to drain his power and take that energy for his own.
Sakubi waited instead, a grin curling up on his maw. He wanted the struggle. He wanted to see Teryx's determination - his anger, his will to escape - turn slowly to desperation, to need. What he ran away from, he would instead embrace; he would want Sakubi's control.
And the demon, of course, would make sure that he would remain in control. There was a reason he'd brought the cigar along with him, after all.
Sakubi felt himself slowly beginning to melt. It was a slow process, starting with the goop that the heart at the end of his tail was composed of slowly beginning to bubble, degenerate. The effect quickly spread to the rest of his body. Ever so slowly, Teryx was being coated in thick, viscous, and conscious slime.
The dragon felt it, of course. For a moment, he thought that perhaps that the demon's arrogance had gotten the better of him; a spell gone wrong, or he'd tried to take over too quickly.
It gave Teryx hope. He could fight his way free, he told himself; the once-solid arms were softer, now, melting around his body. If he could only jerk forward in a quick, sudden movement... He would be free of Sakubi.
It didn't quite work out that way. Sakubi was neither melting nor turning into a liquid; the demon was simply assuming a more appropriate form for taking control. He would slip into every pore, coat every inch of Teryx's being - and then the dragon would belong to him.
Teryx might have stood a chance if not for that. The goo that was slowly beginning to coat his body was practically caressing him, wave after wave of sensation teasing the most sensitive parts of his body; it coaxed and teased his tailhole, rippled along his scales... The rain dragon shuddered, and almost let out a whimper as his cock began to harden.
"Don't... you dare," he growled. His voice was angry, but it shook with uncertainty and arousal Sakubi's laughter merely echoed in response; his head was barely attached to his form, but somehow still able to speak, the liquid otherwise flowing across Teryx's body.
"Oh, I dare alright," the demon teased. His goo snuck over the other dragon's tail, forcing itself deep into Teryx's entrance... And god but it almost seemed as though it was deliberately massaging his prostate, filling him with pleasure, with a desire for more -
Fuck.
No, that was the demon's tricks. He couldn't afford to let himself be caught up in pleasure, in sensation; it would be all too easy to lose himself then.
"You can already feel me seeping in, can't you?" Sakubi chuckled. His voice was almost seductive, a hot whisper in Teryx's ear. The demon's body seemed to press down on Teryx, forcing him down to the ground despite his growl of angry protest. "Let's see what else we can do... What do you say we get you a little addicted, hm?"
Waves of goo pushed the cigar slowly to the dragon's mouth. Teryx glared in lieu of a response, forced his maw shut as well as he could. He wasn't about to give up another victory to the demon, not after he'd already let his guard down once. Besides, now that Sakubi was mere liquid, there was no way he'd be able to force his mouth open.
The demon's immense strength, however, had nothing to do with his muscles. Though his form now was little more than a melted, sticky creature clinging on to Teryx's limbs, the rain dragon found that he still couldn't fight free. Half-formed hands squeezed between his lips, wrenching his jaw apart. Teryx had only the time to let out a shout of rage before the cigar had been stuffed forcibly into his mouth.
"What, are you still trying to fight?" Sakubi barely seemed to be putting any effort into their battle. He allowed his body to spread slowly but steadily over the rain dragon's, a low chuckle echoing from his melting jaws. "You'll love it, don't worry. Just consider it... insurance. I can't have a body with a will of its own, you know?"
Teryx didn't respond. He was focused on trying not to breathe the polluted smoke in. He was in his place of power; Sakubi had chosen the worst of all places to get into a fight with him. He should have had stamina and power far beyond that of the demon's, and yet...
Where he should have been able to hold his breath indefinitely, he instead found himself running out of breath in mere seconds. He was forced to breathe in, that thick, heavy smoke intruding into his lungs.
He almost coughed it back out - but the goo closed around his lips, forced him to keep the the tainted air inside his body. A strange warmth began to spread from within the smoke - the faint tingle of a high, his muscles slowly beginning to relax.
It felt... surprisingly good. Not the acrid scent of smoke, like he'd expected; it was more pleasantly heady, the smell of tobacco combined with an odd, tainted energy that left his body buzzing with pleasure. He could barely remember why he hadn't done it before.
"See now?" Sakubi chuckled. His face had almost melted, now; Teryx could barely tell if the demon was talking, or speaking directly into his mind. Just like that, you're mine. Even if you escaped, you'd want more. You'd need more; you'd sell your body just for it...
And at that point? You might as well belong to me.
His movements were slowing. It helped, of course, that the viscous liquid had covered most of his form by now; Teryx was barely able to move without that strange, purple goo sticking to his limbs and forcing them back down.
What was worse, perhaps, was that he knew what was happening. Some demons would take over your consciousness immediately - but not Sakubi, He could certainly feel the purple dragon's influence pressing on the edge of his mind, but it was a subtle influence, more a nudge than a shove.
You enjoy this, it told him. The feeling of my form caressing your body... Don't you want to let yourself be taken over? To just relax, and let someone else be in control?
That... wasn't what demons did, though. Teryx struggled to remember; it wasn't merely a physical takeover. If it was, he might still have had a chance. This was the demon literally subsuming his identity, becoming him... or more accurately, forcing him to become the demon.
And there is nothing you can do to fight it.
Teryx felt his cock throbbing between his legs, let out a low groan of arousal. He couldn't remember when he'd first grown hard; somewhere between the first drag of the cigar and the next, perhaps, as the intoxicating smoke flooded into his body. He hadn't been able to help the second breath, and the third; he needed the air, he told himself, but...
The truth of the matter was that the smoke was addictive beyond measure. Part of it was the presence of Sakubi's essence. The rest, though, was the simple, pleasant high of the tobacco and the nicotine. He'd never felt quite so warm, so relaxed. It almost helped him forget the situation he was in.
Teryx, however, was not a dragon to so easily give himself over to the whims of a demon. He could feel the goo slowly seeping into his pores, could feel Sakubi's amusement as he tried to fight, but... What sort of dragon would he be, if he gave up?
So he fought. He struggled, even when the heavy liquid forced its way deeper into his tailhole and into his maw. He couldn't help the way his cock twitched, then, the way precum began to drip at the pleasure the demon was forcing on him. He could feel the goo teasing him, massaging his prostate as it invaded his body...
Teryx let out a soft, panting moan. It was an unwilling one; the demon's goo had permeated enough of his body that he was able to take partial control. His lungs contracted, and what he had intended to be a shout of anger and indignance became instead a pathetic whimper, a plea for more.
And it was spreading, Teryx could feel. The dragon felt his control slipping as the goo slowly coated every inch of his body; it snaked up his aching, throbbing shaft, and he wasn't even sure anymore if the moan was forced or one of his own. It felt good, he had to admit, but... was this really what he wanted?
Yes.
Teryx wasn't sure if that was his own voice or that of the demon's; he only knew the wave of pleasure that surged through his body as he thought the word, the way the warm goo spread even further along his body. It wasn't like he had any choice about it; why not enjoy? Was... was that right? Teryx wasn't entirely certain anymore; his grasp of his identity was slipping, somehow. He knew who he was - a purple rain dragon, and he'd gone out to the bar to meet... himself?
The dragon groaned. It was confusing, would have been painful if not for the pleasure coursing through his body. Why think? Why worry about everything, when he could instead revel in the moment? The purple goo wasn't exactly uncomfortable; really, it was more like a second skin, except...
Except it made him feel powerful. Stronger. He was a little denser, a little heavier than before - but he knew he commanded far greater strength. Teryx's faltering identity told him to reach out, to grab at the cigar; it might be his last chance to break the demon's hold on him. It was more symbolic than anything; if he could only prove that he had the strength to push past one of Sakubi's vices...
Perhaps he'd be able to free himself. He'd know he had the strength, at least.
So the rain dragon reached up to pull the cigar away from his body. The goo had already begun to melt into his skin; he couldn't tell where skin ended and where goo began, wasn't even sure if he had originally been blue or purple. But he knew the cigar didn't belong - he hadn't smoked.
Yet as he began to pull it away... His hand stalled on the cigar instead. He couldn't help but reconsider. Did he really want to take it away? It felt good, after all; the rush of smoke and nicotine, the heady smell of tobacco in his lungs... Perhaps he should embrace it, instead.
Embrace it the way he should embrace Sakubi.
There were small pieces of the dragon that had once been named Teryx that still continued to fight, though that dragon almost didn't exist any longer. He tried to move, tried to force his body to obey his commands - yet every time he tried, the demon within him would twist his thoughts, his movements.
It began with his body. He'd try to wrench the goo off his legs, for instance, or brush it away from his arms - only for what was meant to be a harsh blow to turn instead into a caress. He teased his own body, almost like he was exploring it. Almost like it was... new to him.
And it was, in a manner of speaking. He forgot about fighting, soon enough; the dragon could only revel in the sensation of his body. Every stroke of his fingers, every caress of his hands...
It didn't feel anything like when he was touching himself - it felt instead like a stranger was teasing him, worshipping his body. And that was what dragons were built for, wasn't it? To be respected, worshipped.
The dragon uttered a low moan as his hands teased across his aching cock, now dripping with precum that was tainted a faint purple. He didn't even seem to notice how deep the corruption had set in - or if he did notice, he no longer cared.
He stroked himself in the sanctity of his home, knowing he was alone, that no one could witness this blatant act of desecration as corrupted seed dripped onto his own tiles, the place he'd intended as his seat of power.
And as he did... It no longer belonged to him. Not quite. It became a place that would empower a creature far greater, a demon with the ability to possess bodies and control men - Sakubi.
But that was him too.
He was Sakubi. He could barely remember his old name - Tery, Teryx, it didn't really matter. What mattered was the new body he had; strong, virile, utterly under his control. The dragon let out a pleased hiss as he ran a hand over his cock. It had begun dripping with goo - not just it, but his entire body. Demonic magic mixed with the rain dragon's powers, strengthening them both.
Sakubi was strong - stronger than before, even. With all his goo packed into the rain dragon's tight little body, his muscles were denser, capable of holding more weight. It wasn't just that, either; goo dripped from every pore of his body. It almost made it seem like he was melting, only...
His form was entirely intact. He wasn't losing anything - it was the sheer excess of power, the perfection of the body he had taken that caused it. He grinned as the goo trailed over his fingers, giving his shaft a little stroke and moaning at the intensity of sensation that came from it. He was tempted to stroke one out, right then and there, but he had so many plans to fulfill.
After all, he was Sakubi now. And there were many of his friends that hadn't quite been introduced to the new version of him. The purple dragon grinned, taking a long drag from the cigar in his mouth. He let himself revel in it for a moment - shivered at the addictive pleasure, the intoxicating scent.
Sakubi's old friends hadn't met him yet - but that would easily be remedied. A single finger ran along the base of his cock to the very tip, and he grunted with pleasure as slick goo trailed after his fingers. The demon pressed it into the end of the cigar, not caring that it was lit.
Then he eyed the phone on the counter, a malicious smirk curling onto his lips. Easily remedied, indeed.