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Auctions can be a lot like playing a game of chance. Bidding aside, the real gambling comes from showing up in the first place, because no matter how big a purse you come with, there’s no guarantee that exactly what you’re looking for will be there to buy. So sometimes, you end up either making a semi-enthusiastic bid on someone who looks good but isn’t exactly what you had in mind, and other times you can empty that purse completely and not even care, because you’ve found exactly what you wanted.

In this case, it was an absolutely gorgeous secretary bird. Long, strong legs. Beautiful bright plumage. Eyes you could stare into for hours. He felt the luckiest he’d been in ages with this new acquisition. She was going to be getting quite a bit of his time once he’d gotten her situated.

Sometimes life has a way of playing tricks on us, and we very rarely have even an inkling of what that trick will be until it’s already too late and we’re the butt of the joke. In the case of this particular dragon, that occurred not long after getting his new possession home and getting her changed into some nice clothes. He thought she looked stunning, and she seemed to think so too, but that’s where the situation took a turn as she did a twirl for him in her new dress. The light and airy fabric lifted slightly and swirled beautifully, but when it settled, there was an unexpected tent in it.

Both parties were left staring awkwardly at each other fur several moments, the dragon just not comprehending what he was looking at and the poor secretary bird blushing, her - his - feathers a dark shade of pink. Eventually the dragon got up, walked slowly over to his new “hen”, and lifted the front of her dress, revealing what he’d already been admitting to himself could be the only thing causing that tent. He now found himself looking at fourteen inches of throbbing avian penis.

“I could have sworn that auctioneer said you were female!” he groaned while roughly rubbing his forehead in one hand.

“I - I’m sorry! I thought you knew! I just...I like dressing like this...and it gets me kind of excited…”

The dragon groaned again into the palm of his hand. Not even his voice gave it away! There wasn’t a single outward sign this bird wasn’t female. He was going to have to have a word with the auctioneer the next day when the auction opened back up. Thinking about that, though, made him feel like he was going to blush a little, because he’d have to admit he bought a male bird, and got him all the way home without noticing. The jokes that would be told behind his back didn’t bear thinking about. He’d probably gain a reputation for being blind as a bat.

As he thought about this, though, another idea came to mind. One that had never held any previous sway over him, but that started to creep in as he looked up again at the bird he’d just brought home, who was standing with his eyes closed and fists clenched in that pretty dress, visibly trying to will away his erection with no success whatsoever. It almost made him laugh out loud, but it was also making him imagine what “he’d” look like without that one obvious sign of maleness.

The auction he normally went to usually had eunuchs for sale for buyers who were into that kind of thing, which he most definitely was not. He went there for females and females alone. Now that he found himself in this situation though, with this cute bird who seemed to have a love of feminine dress and some somewhat feminine mannerisms, it made him think about that kind of modification in a new light.

“Alright, this is what we’re going to do to correct this, bird. What is your name, by the way?”

“Tweets! Um...sir.”

Cute, and also somewhat androgynous, just like the bird himself. It would serve.

“I’m willing to keep you here, and I think you’ll find your accomodations and my home overall quite comfortable. However, I only keep females, so I’m going to ‘correct’ this little problem. Do you understand?” At this, he pointed at the secretary bird’s erection meaningfully.

The bird gulped visibly, and the dragon could tell he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. If he had expected that lengthy erection to subside in any way, though, he was proven quite mistaken. Before his very eyes, it bounced, throbbing visibly the secretary blushing all around his beak. It would seem that his new acquisition wasn’t even going to put up a fight..

“Will - um - it hurt?”

“Yes, I won’t lie to you, it will hurt.”

“Can I...um...before you do it?”

He hadn’t been expecting to receive that kind of request, but as he thought about it, it didn’t seem unreasonable. For a moment he tried to put himself in the secretary bird’s shoes, and decided he would definitely want the same were he to have the same happen to him.

“Very well, but only one. I’ll get what I need and be back in just a moment.”

Thankfully, the extremely nervous secretary bird didn’t have long to wait for his new master to come back, though the sight of him was quite a shock. He walked back into the room carrying a carving knife in a wrapped bucket of hot coals, some of the dull-red glowing blade clearly visible protruding from the bed it was plunged in. Without further preamble, his new master sat himself in the one chair in the room, and pointed to his lap. The dragon wasn’t entirely thrilled about having a male doing such a thing while seated in his lap, but he wanted his target in easy reach and to get this over with as soon as possible. Tweets slowly and shakily walked over, sat down, and found his eyes immediately drawn down to his quivering and worming prehensile penis which jumped at his butt touching the lap of the male who was about to unmale him.

His hands followed soon after, fingers squeezing at his base and pointed tip both, feeling softly over his pulsing shaft until they met in the middle, a brief shudder running up his spine at the light sensation that produced. Not wanting to waste any more time, he quickly settled back against the dragon and began running his scaly right hand up and down his member, feeling for the sweet spots he knew so well and getting into a rhythm. His eyes kept being drawn to the tool of his favorite appendage’s doom as he now worked both hands over his length, it shifting and twisting slightly as he sought to try and hit all his spots at once, worried the dragon might get bored and make the cut early.

Little did he know that thought would be his undoing. That brief distraction derailed his train of thought and caused his tensing muscles to loosen up, briefly bringing in a sudden surge of pleasure that drove him over the edge. With what he had to admit was a somewhat feminine sounding squeal, he shot a thick jet of whispy white goo about a foot into the air before it arched back down to strike the floor, there to lie lonely and growing cold. His eyes that had squinted closed in the wake of the feeling of his first shot suddenly shot wide open as he jumped and yelped at the sensation of his penis being caught in a very firm grip, the dragon’s strong left hand grabbing his wriggling shaft right in the center, the pressure preventing any further ejaculation. The knife was in his hand, glowing orange from the coals as he casually scraped off both sides of the blade and tapped it on the bucket to get any particles off of it before bringing it down to its target. The secretary bird could still feel the surges of pleasure coming from the contractions deep within him trying to push his seed out, the grip blocking his penis keeping the pressure inside and causing a surprisingly strong and sudden burst of pleasure deep inside him. That wasn’t going to last, however.

Tweets had enough time to grab his beak firmly with both hands and take one deep breath before that still glowing blade touched his flesh and began to slide back and forth against it, sawing its way in. The first sharp stab of pain actually didn’t seem to compute, the sudden burst of sensation causing another flash of deep pleasure from inside him before the pain made itself known. The pain was impossible to describe, a sensation not unlike a papercut but combined with touching a hot stove, and in the most sensitive part of his body. The dopamine released with his orgasm was joined with all the endorphins his body could produce to try and counter the agony, and together they created something he wouldn’t have believed was possible. Ever sharp stab of agony in him felt like it was completing something left long cold and empty in his mind, filling a hole he didn’t know existed. As his penis was being cut away with a blazing hot blade, he screamed not just in agony but ecstasy in equal measure. He almost didn’t notice the quiet sizzling noise as some of his pent up load tried to escape against the killing blade before his urethra was sealed closed by the heat. His earlier blush was back in even greater force, the tears streaming down his face as much from a strange feeling of emotional fulfillment as they were of the pain, but then the pain came to an end.

He had kept his eyes open, blurry with tears, seeing a distorted view of every motion, a vivid visual accompaniment to every sharp stab of pain and all the powerful surges of pleasure.. Just like that, it was gone. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was still panting almost from some form of arousal even as the pain wracked him, but the pain would actually be short lived. He’d been so focused on the knife that he hadn’t noticed the jar of thick-looking salve his new owner had brought into the room with him, and it was into this jar his now-free knife hand dipped into before forcing it into Tweet’s vent and rubbing it vigorously on the place where his once proud penis used to be, the tugging from earlier having freed up the entirety of it leaving only a dark-red stump inside. The salve being rubbed into this raw, burned flesh seemed to almost magically erase the majority of the pain, turning it into the pins-and-needles feeling of a limb that fell asleep, followed by a pesky itching, and then a dull ache.

Surprisingly this was followed by a more familiar sensation of leftover semen leaking out of him, except in this case it wasn’t a few drops, and there was no penis for it to travel down before dripping out. The fully remainder of his orgasm that he hadn’t been able to shoot before now dribbled out of the freshly opened hole in his vent that the healing salve had cleared after the hot knife burned it shut. His new master wiped his hand off on a towel without comment about what had just happened.

“This will accelerate the healing process. You were very brave, my new hen.”

Tweets just slumped back against his chest, utterly emotionally and physically exhausted, barely registering the fingers softly brushing his cheek feathers, and the whispering voice in his ear murmuring sweet nothings as he began to slip into a light sleep. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, no matter how hard he tried, and eventually he just gave up, letting sleep claim him. His new life would begin when he woke up, and now he was ready for it.

The dragon picked up the newest member of his harem, looking over “her” feathered body and long, shapely legs as he carried her to his guest room bed where he’d let her sleep for the night. The other aspects of the initiation could wait until tomorrow when she’d had some time to process her new state. He already found himself thinking about what it would feel like to sink into her for the first time, and felt his own member stir under his clothes. Tomorrow was going to be a very good day indeed.

When Tweets woke up the next day, he woke up alone. The room he was in was in was sparsely furnished, but nice enough. He could see the sun through the drawn curtains, the shaft of light aimed sharply downward suggesting he’d slept right until midday. He pushed his covers aside, and got shakily out of bed, initially scared he was going to feel pain, but all he felt from his newly modified vent was a slight dull ache. Whatever was in that salve, it was some serious stuff.

Pulling back the curtains revealed the familiar sparse, sandy and rocky terrain to be found all over this region, with a lovely blue sky above with a few fluffy white clouds. He didn’t spend to much time on that though, as his first glance back into the room made him whirl around completely and stare. There, on the nightstand next to his bed, previously hidden in the gloom of the room, was his penis.

He could see the pearly sheen it had, clearly indicating preservation via some kind of coating, and somehow it had been made to look completely erect, even the familiar veins standing out on its sides. His master had cut that off of him, and then just made it into some kind of perverse trophy. He slowly, almost reverently walked over and picked it up, handling his clear-coated former penis with a sense of something like awe. The sound of the door to his room opening made him reflexively clutch it protectively to his chest as he turned to see who was coming in.

His master stood in the door, holding a new dress in one hand, a warm smile on his face.

“I thought you might like that little reminder of your old life while we get you used to your new one. That being said, come put this on, and we’ll get started.”