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Playful Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nagafide

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“Hey… I'm here for a haircut?"

Dustin grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck, the longer hairs, his dirty blonde hair a little on the messier, tousled side, tickling annoyingly. It had been a while indeed since his last visit to the barber, but there was a new guy there, someone who towered over the little chairs they had for them to sit in, though the rest of the barber shop was completely empty.

That should have been Dustin's first warning that something was afoot there, but, frankly, he wasn't thinking straight. He hadn't had his morning coffee (bad coffee, but coffee was coffee) and was a little slow on the uptake with bright, Spring sunshine streaming in through the windows. The barber was not someone that he had seen before, a tall dragon with an easy smile, though he was so tall that he had to be close to seven feet tall.

“Welcome, welcome!" He managed to boom and chirp at the same time, his voice slipping between the two opposing tenors. “What a pleasure to see you here in my barbershop! Please, please – sit down, sit down!"

The dragon's scales flickered, seemingly, between a light blue and a soft grey, though under the lights of the barber shop they almost gave the appearance of the dragon having skin. Dustin shook his head, blinking rapidly, wondering if the light was playing tricks on his eyes, but the dragon only grinned widely, his ruby red eyes glowing faintly.

Maybe I have been staying up too late…

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The dragon's limbs were slender, elegant, as he swept a hand out, inviting Dustin to seat himself in the chair that he was posed behind.

“Come on, come on!" The barber invited him with a flick of his exceptionally long, constantly curling and undulating tail. “We must not waste the day away, dear boy – ahaha!"

He laughed and slapped the back of the chair as if he had made a joke, though there was a crease at the corners of his eyes that gave Dustin pause. Yet everything there was fine…right?

“Uh…" Dustin shifted his weight, though still gravitated towards the chair – it was what he was there for, after all. “Okay… Your place? Doesn't Mr Jones still own this place?"

“Oh, no, no, no, boy! What was it now… Dustin? Wonderful name! Mr Jones sold this lovely shop to me a good while back."

The dragon swept out the gown, slipping it up to the base of Dustin's neck and settling it over his lap, though he wasted no time at all in running his fingers through the young man's hair.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes…" The dragon murmured, his tail a constantly flickering whirr of motion reflected in the mirror before Dustin. “This is in serious need of a cut! You must make more regular appointments – I'll put you down before you leave!"

Dustin laughed shyly, though the dragon, even though he was rather on the close side to him, resting his hands on his shoulders, playing with his hair and holding it out to see the length, had a way to put him at ease. Maybe it wasn't so weird there after all.

“What's your name?" Dustin asked, though it was weird to have to ask that, considering he was far from a child anymore, an adult. “I don't think… Well, I mean…"

“Devon, my dear! But let us talk about you," the dragon, Devon, proclaimed, stroking his chin as he ran his short claws, lightly, across Devon's scalp. “What did you have in mind today?"

Devon should have been listening to Dustin, but, frankly, he was far too keen to have a client with such fine locks in his chair, the man's lips moving without the dragon registering any sound at all. He could have let it be just that, done Dustin's haircut and done no more, but, well… Where would the fun have been in that?

Dustin would not know. Dustin would never be able to tell, much less remember. So, where was the harm for someone who could do anything and everything he wanted for him?

Of course, Devon prided himself on service, though Dustin's wishes would not be fulfilled that day…

Without allowing Dustin to finish, he spun the chair, around and around, the man a whirl for a few moments, though the dragon slammed his hands down on the arms, drawing the man to him with a smirk on his lips.

“Look into my eyessss…"

He let the last consonant become a hiss, tongue flickering out against his lips, cartoonish as his eyes swirled into black and white spirals through the glistening red. And, just like that, the man was caught under his spell, his lower jaw falling slack.

“Uhhhh…"

What was happening? He couldn't look away, not as the dragon's eyes twisted and twisted, drawing him deep into the spirals, Dustin tipping forward. The sway of it and the dragon's flickering, hypnotic tail, staring and staring, his face falling into a smile as if it was silly to not.

“Uh… Hey, hang on…"

He knew something was wrong, shaking himself, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, though staggering to his feet and trying to make a break for it didn't do him any good.

“Where are you going?" The dragon all but cooed. “Come back here – or we can't do your haircut!"

His tail snaked out, looping around him and guiding him back to the chair, though Dustin, in the aftermath, was not even all that sure why he had left in the first place. That was silly, very silly, not even able to remember why he had felt so uneasy.

“Yeah…" Dustin winced, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry, that was weird."

“No worry, no worry at all!" The dragon beamed. “Sit down, sit down… I'll have you all sorted here, don't you worry."

Devon sat down more tentatively, but the dragon stepped back, allowing him a little space, fetching the scissors, the razor, his fingers dancing over Dustin's shoulders with a little more respect. Oh, but he could not push too far…

He had to be a little more subtle with the reluctant types, after all!

“Now… Would you also like me to trim up your beard?" Devon asked, fingers tracing the line of Dustin's jaw, from the back to the front where his fingers met at Dustin's chin. “You cannot go out like this, Dustin!"

Dustin blinked. What? He only had stubble there… Sure, he needed a shave, but there was nothing to trim.

“Uh, what do you mean?"

Devon grinned, his smile seeming to stretch wider than the span of his jaw. But Dustin didn't even get a chance to see how that was possible as the dragon cupped Dustin's chin and twirled his long, fine fingers around and around and around. Dustin's eyes tried to follow the motion, but he could not help but gape as a long beard, wiry and with a little curl, sprung forth, stretching out and out and out as if it had always been there.

Gaping, he tipped towards the mirror, grabbing at his face.

“What the hell? How…"

But Devon had him on the back foot, winking at him and extending his fingers sharply at the man for a bolt of magic to leap from them. For he was not just any normal dragon, purple and pink beams of light hitting Dustin smack in the face, the beard…simply fizzling away.

Rubbing his eyes, Dustin tried to work out what had happened, but it didn't make sense, his chin back to its normal (usually) stubble, the roughness familiar, whipping his head back and forth, though those motions seemed to be a little duller than usual. Had he hit his head? Was something wrong with him?

Ah, but that was just the kind of confusion that Devon could work with, slipping his fingers almost tenderly, too touchy-feely for Dustin's liking. The man stiffened a little, heat rising to his cheeks. Wait, was the dragon coming onto him? Didn't he know he was straight? Ah, well, of course, it was not as if he had told the barber that, but the sway of the dragon's hips, the flirty winks…

“Do you want to see more of what I can do, Dustin?" He purred, tail curling up and briefly across Dustin's neck, as if collaring him, in a pretence of brushing the gown back into place, smoothing it out and down. “You ain't ever had a friend like me, you know! You don't have a friend that could do things to you like that, now, do you?"

“Um…" Dustin tried to rub the heat from his cheeks. “Um, sorry, but…I'm not gay, though I'm very flattered…"

Maybe he should have made his break when he'd had the chance, but that he wasn't gay wasn't at all a problem to Devon. The dragon was more than used to happily getting what he wanted either way.

“Oh, don't you worry about that…"

Devon grinned, using the mirror to reflect his magic, his tail lengthening a few feet and curling back and forth in front of Dustin's face as it was a dangling pocket watch: a tool commonly used as an object on which to focus for hypnosis. Usually, he could have done so without drawing his subject's attention, but he wanted to make sure that Dustin was completely under his spell, as fun as his little jot of resistance had been.

The dragon's eyes darkened, black lines twisting through, spiralling, touched with white, drawing Dustin in once more. The man pulled back in the chair, struggling, wanting to get up and move away, but his mind was working too slowly, pulling at him, dragging him down.

Since when had his limbs grown so heavy? He resisted the urge to yawn, the dragon looming over him as if he had grown even larger, his tail ticking back and forth, back and forth, dragging Dustin's eyes to follow it. If it was not the dragon's eyes that he was looking into, tracing the path of the hypnotic spirals, it was his tail, the dragon lurking before him, his blue-grey scales taking up Dustin's entire field of vision.

“You've put up a good fight, but it's time to slip away…"

“No…"

Dustin forced out the word through a shuddering gasp, though Devon's eyes only gleamed even more potently. Oooh, it was fun to find someone who was finally strong enough to, at least in some small way, resist his hypnosis! He had to pour more of his magic into it, distracting Dustin by little zaps of magic that tugged his attention away from resistance.

Fizz!

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Dustin's ears transformed, swelling, growing large and cartoonish.

Pop!

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The man's ears popped, softening back to their normal size, though his hair grew thick and voluminous, spilling to the floor.

Whoosh!

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Dustin gasped as his hair shot back up to its normal length, fighting, struggling, yet unable to do anything with the dragon's eyes boring into his, brighter, closer, the dragon's head larger. He was too far gone already to know that Devon's face was larger than it had been, magic flowing through the dragon's veins so that he could do as he willed with his body with nothing more than a passing thought.

“Give in to me… You want me to be your friend…" Devon hissed, though it was hard to sound too threatening, especially as he trembled with excitement, tail whipping back and forth. “Oh, this is going to be fun… For me and for you!"

He never thought that any of those he toys with minded what he did to them, after all, but he did so adore how the man squirmed, pulling away, though there was nowhere for him to go, trapped between the “cage" of the dragon's arms as he leaned in close. Gasping, Dustin closed his eyes, but the dragon's tail lashed around his neck, holding him there as if it had become a leash, forcing him to meet those potent, deadly, swirling eyes.

Oh…

Dustin blinked, moaning faintly, eyes wide, staring. Why, oh, why could he not drag his eyes away? Why was he so tired? Why was everything so…heavy?

He wanted to pull back, to pull away, coming back to the “surface", gasping for air, but the dragon was always going to win, one way or the other. He just wasn't used to exerting quite that much of his will over a subject, but it excited Devon all the more.

Devon leaned in close, tongue flickering from his lips, eyes wide so that Dustin got the full effect of his hypnosis, the rings drawing him in and in and in…

“Look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you," he ordered, yet the lilting edge of humour could not be entirely removed, enjoying it far too much. “Both eyes. Look me in both eyes…"

Dustin had to, the red and the black and the white pools and spirals into which he fell. Down and down and down.

Dustin strained, struggling, trying to draw back, but…he could not. With his lips pressing together softly, he nodded more obediently, falling completely under the dragon's spell.

“Yesss…" Dustin breathed, his breath rushing from him with the word. “Yes… Eyes…"

Devon chuckled throatily, his tail flicking back and forth.

“Wonderful! Oh, I did so hope you would come around to my way of thinking… But, as it is, it's not as if you had much choice in the matter now, did you, Dustin? Oh, but your struggle was divine!"

The dragon's moods and personality proved to be as changeable as his body, his tail swelling, plumping out, then shrinking back to its normal size, as if he was simply unable to control himself. But it wasn't everyday that he got a toy like Dustin to toy with, flitting back, the man “bound" mentally to the chair, even though there were no physical bonds to be had.

“Oh – now the real fun may begin!" Devon laughed, clapping his hands, the blinds of the barber shop snapping closed, though the glow of daylight still filtered through to give him plenty of light by which to work. “Now… Hm… Your hair, Dustin, your hair… But why should we stop with just your physical appearance, hm? We could give your whole outlook, shall we say…a little more pizzaz!"

He snapped his fingers, blue beams lancing from them, though it was not a beard that sprung from Dustin's face that time but huge, long feline whiskers that drooped at the ends as if they were too heavy even for their rigidity to support their own weight. Dustin stared, hypnotised by the dragon's spell, into the mirror with a soft line to his jaw, calm and quiet, as if he had fallen into being a living mannequin for the dragon who had so much to “dress him up in".

“No?" Devon made a face, not satisfied. “Well, that was only a first pass! Let's see about…this! And this!"

He spun, tail whipping around him all for the show of it, magic flying, once more, from his fingertips, though for the second change, he blew a kiss. A pink lip-shape floated in the air before him, carrying his magic to Dustin with wicked intent.

Bang!

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Dustin blinked into the mirror, the whiskers disappearing and white spots covering his body, splotched across his face and even the backs of his hands.

Kiss!

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The magic burst as it touched him, the spots fading and being replaced by one giant arm. His other arm, of course, remained perfectly normal, as if he had spent his entire life bloating and inflating just the one arm with muscle, all to a cartoonish, ridiculous high.

The barber frowned and flicked his tail, arms flung high.

“Oh, no – this will not do!"

Again, magic zapped from him.

Zap!

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Dustin shrank to the size of a rodent, dwarfed in the suddenly giant chair – but there was more to come, the dragon taking another whirl at shifting his body to his will. With a burst of green light, Dustin shot back up to his normal size like Alice drinking the potion down the rabbit hole, a dog's wagging tail bursting from the back of his jeans.

Yet Devon was not satisfied – could he ever be satisfied? He had to try again!

Zap!

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Giant, white bunny ears sprouted from the top of Dustin's head, waggling back and forth as if he could really hear with them.

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Zap!

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Dustin floated, trapped in a huge, pink bubble, though he only pressed his hands out against the sides of it, seemingly unconcerned by everything that was happening to him.

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Zap!

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He plopped back into his chair, a huge, red heart tattoo on his chest (which was abruptly bare) with the dragon's name on it.

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Zap!

Between changes, his body reverted back to its normal state, Devon cooing and cupping Dustin's chin, cradling him there as if he was far more delicate than he actually was, back in his normal body, though Dustin may not have seen it as quite as comfortable as he had before.

“Oh, my dear! You're so tense…" Devon's eyes glittered, tongue flicking out to salaciously lash against the side of his muzzle. “Here, why don't you let me help with that… You know I can do anything you want, got everything you need…"

It was flirty and suave and hypnotic, all at the same time, but the dragon laced his fingers with jolts of black magic that sent stringent throbs of back pain through Dustin.

“Ohhh…"

He couldn't help but moan, even though he was nowhere near with himself or with his senses, drifting in hypnosis. But the dragon was there to help as his rigid muscles ached and ached, Devon's hands landing on his shoulders, massaging, digging in his fingers and sweeping them down the rise of the young man's delts.

“So tense…" Devon breathed, working over Dustin's back as his skilled fingers kneaded and drew tension from him. “My darling, you really should not allow yourself to get so worked up!"

Dustin grunted softly, but couldn't do anything about it – neither did he want to. His eyes followed the dragon, blandly, as Devon stepped back, gold beams swirling around him to shoot him down to a small size, so small that he was barely two inches tall. As if an object within a marble, he jumped and danced, though made no effort to escape, tipped from one side of a golden bubble encasing him even as the dragon laughed and picked it up between two fingers.

“Ohhhh, how darling, little guy!"

Devon cooed and waggled his fingers, though the dragon let him go, allowing the bubble to float and drift in the air, one finger moving closer and closer. Dustin's eyes locked onto it, watching the tip of his claw approach, yet only the smallest of gasps left his lips when Devon's claw popped the bubble.

He would have cried out, air rushing past him, a tiny body with a long, long fall, though another zap of the dragon's magic had him shifting back so he was about a foot tall, though no more than that. With a soft “oof", he landed on the dragon's tail, balancing there right up by the tip, though the tail had grown much longer and whippier, if that was even possible. Yet it was plush, so very soft, allowing his body to sink into it, cradled there as the drake's tail thickened, allowing him to rest more comfortably with more than enough space.

“Ooooh."

That was something that Devon had not had the chance to try with anyone for a good while and an opportunity that the dragon wasn't going to miss out on.

His tail. It was long as it was, but his magic flowed through his body, making the scales warm and pliable as he wrapped it around and around Dustin, spinning him through the air.

“What a lovely toy for my tail to caress!"

He laughed, a little giddy with the delight he found in using Dustin, but what else could the dragon consider as the feel of a smaller, warmer body cradled in his tail flowed through him? It was needed, especially for him, curling very tightly around Dustin so that he would not fall.

“Shake, shake, shake!"

Devon could barely contain his glee as he whipped the man up and down, up and down, like a toy, as if he really was nothing more than a plaything to him. Tipping him up in the air, gravity took the man, dragging him so that his head fell down, balancing in his shrunken state with his head on the tip of Devon's tail.

“Blood rushing to your head?" The dragon teased. “You don't know who you are, where you are… Just my little plaything."

Faintly, Dustin groaned, though the dragon paid him no real mind.

“Oh, I didn't think I would ever find someone so lovingly enamoured and infatuated with my tail," he crooned, cradling Dustin in his tail, rocking the smaller man back and forth, which was made a little easier at his shrunken size. “You're such a cute little burrito wrapped up in my tail!"

It was hard for the dragon to not enjoy it as much as he did, letting Dustin slide within the coils of his tail, rippling them around him, his tail covering the entire length of Dustin's body. Not even his head poked out of the tight coils as Devon massaged and rippled his tail around him, caressing and massaging, enjoying the sensation of a firm, warm body against his tail.

Dustin didn't know what to think, but it was not for him to worry about as he drifted in a blandly happy in-between state, everything comfortable and soft, flowing around him lightly. It was a good state to be in, a very good state indeed, even though he had not actually consented to any of it when he had been in his right mind.

Taking full advantage of the situation, Devon laughed and brought Dustin all the way back up to his normal size, his tail thickening and lengthening, growing so much that it was quite as if the dragon was trying to fill the entire room with it. Yet it was only for Devon, all for him, the gleam in his eyes taking on a wicked glint as he wrapped it around and around, curling it warmly and tightly around the man, massaging him with a thicker, plusher length. It even fluffed up again, light fur allowing him a soft cushion into which to nestle.

Dustin sighed, pushing completely into it, though his head spun, aching faintly at the back, the dragon whipping his tail all the way back out again before he had the chance to really appreciate the playful softness.

“Whoa!"

The cry had to break from his lips, even under hypnosis, for the sensation was so strong. The dragon's tail locked onto him, one curl right near the tip of his tail, spinning him out away from his body in a dizzying, blurring whirlwind and then all the way back in again against his body, as if they were performing some kind of twisted dance together. Laughing aloud, the dragon's tail worked its way back up his body, using its leverage in a sleeker, scaled form once again to spin him maniacally, Dustin's arms flailing in all directions.

“Aaaaand," Devon dragged it out, waiting for the opportune moment. “Stop!"

With the tip of his finger on Dustin's head, he pressed down, the man heaving and gasping even under the spell of hypnosis, dizziness making him feel as if he was still moving, still turning, even if he had come to a stop.

The dragon snapped his fingers and cocked a hip, using his tail to balance Dustin, teasing and fondling him with it, a playful, light massage.

“Come on now," he cooed. “You can put a little more feeling into all of this… This was never meant to be all one-sided!"

Devon pushed him harder, mentally, red beams of light dancing from his fingertips, bringing a little more alertness to Dustin's eyes, a lightness to his face, though he was nowhere near back at full awareness. The dragon's tail pulled around him, working its way down his body like his hands had for his earlier massage, rippling and pulling, finding erogenous zones and making no shame about pulsing over his crotch and backside, forcing his body to respond.

Dustin panted, blinking, his head able to turn a little, a little more life in his limbs. He didn't have the ability to deny anything that was happening to him, but he could moan, lips parting, head falling back, enjoying the sensation of the dragon's teasing tail rubbing over his crotch.

“Mmm…" He groaned, beads of sweat trickling down the back of his neck, warm all over, his head swimming. “Mmmph…"

The dragon's eyes gleamed.

“Yes, that's right," he hissed. “Relax into it, my lovely little toy. You don't need to worry anymore. I've got you."

For it would not be denied that the dragon was in control, though he let his tail slip free, for the moment as his hands roamed Dustin's body. With a snap of his fingers and a flicker of magic, he had the man naked from head to toe, leaving the dragon free to grope, to run his dancing fingers down the line of Dustin's spine to his buttocks, squeezing salaciously.

“Mmm… What a fine backside you have!"

The dragon openly praised him, though the praise was not something that Dustin would register when the hypnosis, finally, was lifted. In fact, he would not remember anything that happened there at all, not as the dragon kissed him full on the lips, a thick, wriggling tongue invading his mouth.

Dustin kissed him back, pulled by the influence of magic, yet there was not as much lust nor as much need there, the dragon groaning and rolling his hips as if he could not contain himself. Yet even though a hard bulge showed through Devon's trousers, the smart, black ones that he wore for his work in the barbers, he did not disrobe, for he had a subject to worship.

And worship he did, nuzzling and kissing down Dustin's neck, finding his collarbone, the indent of his clavicle. He could not resist dropping lower, though it by no means put him in a more submissive position, the dragon in complete control of everything going on around him. His nose tickled the light trail of hair on the man's stomach, though he wanted to work his way down to his cock.

Ah… But not yet. The dragon still came up to Dustin's chest when he was kneeling, his limbs as long as they were, and he wrapped his hand around the man's cock, enjoying the push of bare flesh against his hand.

“Now… Down you go!"

He laughed and let magic directly infuse Dustin from his hand, the man shrinking instantly, though his cock was the last to go, eventually squeaking down to the proportional size of the half a foot tall man. Devon's tail lashed back and forth excitedly, his arousal evident, scooping up Dustin in his hands where the man sat.

“Oh, look at you!"

He moaned softly, lust getting the better of him, his lips pressing closer and closer as the tiny man clung to his nose. With the gentlest touch of his lips, he sucked Dustin's tiny shaft between his lips, though could not do more than that, not even as the man squirmed and bucked, his body as eager for pleasure as Devon was.

With another flash of magic, Dustin swelled all the way back up to his regular size, sitting in the chair, though the dragon's lips and muzzle remained firmly locked around his cock. The man clung to his head and smooth, lightly curved horns, with a deep moan, panting, trying to rock his hips to get even more sensation. Yet the drake had him pinned there with his tail lashed around, holding his neck lightly, possessively, as if he was never truly going to allow Dustin to rise from his hypnosis spell ever again.

His tail tightened, caressing Dustin's bare neck and throat, even as his head drew back, wanting to explore the man with his hands more than he had. Oh, a taste was all well and good, the flavour of his length tingling on the dragon's tongue, but touch, the elusive art of the fingers… There were other, slower, more tantalising things that he could do, even more so intoxicating than the snap and zap of transformations.

He stroked the man's cock slowly, watching the skin moving lightly over the length, a bead of pre-cum emerging from the tip. Dustin moaned and gripped the arms of the chair, though did not make any move to leave, even if the chair swivelled a little back and forth.

“Ohhhh…"

“That's right, doll, give in to it… Let me worship you," Devon moaned, slipping lower and lower in his excitement, his hands spreading out across Dustin's thighs to move them even further apart. “I want to see all of you."

He hoisted the man up with his tail so that his bare backside was exposed, turning him around so that he could brace against the back of the chair, facing it and pushing a knee up onto it for balance. Even though it was a heavy chair, designed not to be moved easily, it still swivelled, requiring the dragon's tail to encase him a little more, taking in the seduction of his soft, warm flesh in another way.

Hands were not the only way in which he could explore the man's body, after all, nuzzling and licking, kissing down Dustin's back. Under him, the man moaned and the dragon pressed on, delighting in searching out every last one of Dustin's erogenous spots, all the little things that made him shiver and quiver delightfully. After all, he would be making quite sure that Dustin came back to him for another haircut very soon…

He slid his hands over the man's rump, though his tongue could not resist explore, pressing into the flesh, though there was muscle too beneath, giving Dustin's backside shape. Fingers danced and teased lower and lower, finding his ring, though he was gentle, so very gentle with Dustin, even if the man may not have chosen such penetration on a first meeting…

“Oh, you are delightful…" Devon crooned. “So delightful…"

Dustin whimpered as the dragon's tongue snaked into his mouth again, filling him with not one finger but two at once, pumping back and forth slowly, seeking out just the spot that would make him quiver. The kiss was sloppy, the dragon's tongue too large, filling and swirling around his mouth, though the drake lusted for more, the magic in his tongue prickling lusciously into the man.

Pop!

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Dustin's ears changed to bat ears, wiggling back and forth.

Pop!

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A tail shot out, this time draconian, with a line of cute little spines down the back, topped in pink.

Pop!

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A tattoo splotched into place in the small of Dustin's back, a tramp stamp reading, “Dustin & Devon 4EVA".

Pop!

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Dustin's tongue became thicker and fuller and longer, slipping and slithering against Devon's own as he kissed the drake back just as messily and sloppily.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

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More changes, a broader chest with more muscle, a sultry night-dress like gown that hung from his shoulders trimmed in fluff. And, finally, a pulsating twist of need within the man, born from magic, that could not be held back.

Dustin, not in his right mind, panted and heaved, the dragon's fingers working their magic inside him, curling up against his prostate as he was teased and overstimulated. He didn't know anything but pleasure, the soft feel of the silk gown, sheer so nothing was hidden, tickling his skin. Nothing about what was happening was what Dustin would have chosen for himself, but with a final pop of magic, his hair grew long and luscious, falling to his waist: exactly the kind of hair that Devon loved to play with.

And that was just why the dragon twisted his fingers into Dustin's gorgeous, brighter blonde locks, moaning into his mouth even as he broke the kiss. His lust was too great to be contained and, for the grand finale, he slipped down and down and down the man's body, lapping and teasing wherever his tongue went, from across the broad muscle of Dustin's chest to his nipples, his sides, his abs, even spending a moment to sweetly kiss his arms, adoring and worshipping every part of his body. Yet the tease was there, the pleasure, the ache so deep inside him. Devon moaned lustfully, his jaws parting to take Dustin's cock, reverently, back inside, back where it belonged.

It was needed, so much so, the man slick where his tongue had left a trail of saliva over him, but the dragon had one goal in mind, sucking Dustin passionately, his tongue curling around and around, giving the man more pleasure than he could ever have imagined. Without thinking, Dustin rocked his hips, thrusting and grinding, striving, even then, to fill the dragon's muzzle, though Devon's snout was more than long enough to easily take his cock.

The dragon's heart soared as the man, finally, spent himself inside him, allowing him the ultimate act of worship over a body that he found so fine, so very fine, the dragon's lips working along with his throat to coax every drop straight down his throat. Yet Devon had to climax too, to settle Dustin fully back to his normal state – or it was merely a more entertaining way for the dragon to change Dustin back than channelling his own magic through his kiss or his fingers.

Devon slipped his trousers down enough to free his erection, though it was functional, merely to finally tease out his delight at having such a fine, young man in his barbershop chair, grinding his cock up against Dustin's softening one. Although the man grunted and twisted, the head of his cock slick and gleaming with evidence of his orgasm, he did not pull away, letting Devon roll his hips and thrust against him to completion. Yet as pearly spurts of cum dripped down Dustin's cock from the dick of another, every change, from the ears to the tail to everything else, slipped from Dustin, fizzing and popping out of existence as if they had never been.

Time phased, fuzzy and blurry around the edges, Dustin blinking, not sure where he was, what he was doing. Had he gone to have his hair cut? Was something off there? Yet the dragon had been too quick to put everything back to normal, the man looking down at his body, though, to his waking mind, coming back to reality, there was nothing at all odd about his clothes being on, everything in place. Even the gown lay over him, protecting his clothes from the fall of scratchy hairs, the dragon barber humming as he finished up shaving the back of Dustin's neck.

“And that's how my holiday to Costa Rica got a whole lot more exciting!" Devon finished up with a flourish, Dustin's hair perfectly styled, as if all that had taken place there had been him having a haircut, the dragon the perfect actor. “What do you think, darling? Would you like anything else done?"

Dustin blinked and swallowed. Why was he a little on the warm side? Ah, it had to have just been the shop, the blinds were down anyway.

“Um… No…" The words game thickly in his mouth, his throat dry and scratchy, as if he had been moaning. “No, it looks great. Thank you, really."

Yet his eyes grew dull and hazy again as Devon leaned in, giving him one last magical kiss on the cheek. Once hypnotised, Dustin was more amenable to slipping under the anthro's spell again, allowing a trigger to be implanted. A common phrase, just, “the grass is growing quickly", something that was often said in the warmer months of the year between those that were keeping an eye on their own laws. And, whenever Dustin heard it, his hair would grow more and more quickly, having no choice but to return to his new favourite barber.

He smiled, even if he was a bit unsettled, paying for his haircut with a sense of ease about him. Maybe the dragon wasn't that bad, even if he had been a little flirty, but that was not entirely a bad thing. It had been a good time there, leaving more relaxed than he had been when he'd entered, and the dragon calling out good wishes after him left his heart lighter too.

Not knowing what had happened while he had been hypnotised by the dragon, Dustin was left with the sense of something itching on the sides of his head for the rest of the day, rather as if he had grown ears… Yet what Dustin did not know would not hurt him.

Devon made sure of that, for his new favourite client.