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[b][u][center]Stench-Marked

Part 2

For Juantillery

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Jake could hardly believe that this reeking dragon lived in such a huge manor, but there it was. As Dragolite pulled down the driveway to the big house, the human kept staring at it, his eyes dragging across the long wings of the mansion before coming down to the front door. There were no obvious servants, but he imagined that there had to be some on the inside, if only to maintain the massive structure. The whole place looked like something a rich man of old would have owned.

“How…when…”

“Call it an investment. Bought it cheap and ruined, had it fixed up over time.”

The car finally came to a stop just outside the mansion, and Dragolite got out of the driver’s seat. Jake, however, continued to just stare at the building from inside the car.

[i]This is impossible. No way. No fucking way.[/i]

The offer to live here was a bit more tolerable, now, particularly considering that a house that big probably spread the stink of the dragon around a bit better, didn’t concentrate it in one room or one car. It would mean that they would be able to ignore each other, too, particularly once he managed to pin down the other man’s hobbies and schedule. When he had that down, he would be able to live here and probably never run into the dragon again.

At least, that was what he hoped.

He stared at the three-story structure, hardly believing what he was seeing. In the dim light of the evening, it was impossible to see all the details, but it was still majestic. Vines crept up the sides of some of the corner towers, but that was something that could be handled over time. He just had to stick to the main walls rather than the corners, and –

The door to the passenger side opened, and Dragolite stood there, the big, red, fluffy dragon looking down at him.

“Well?”

“…I’ll stay. For a little while.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to having a guest.”

“It’s just temporary.”

“That’s what you say now. You might grow to like it.”

“I doubt it.”

“You liked it in the bar.”

He refused to answer that, instead getting out of the car and making his way to the front door. The open air got rid of some of the stink that he had been dealing with in the car, and that made him feel a little bit better.

Didn’t get rid of his erection, though.

“Let me show you where you’ll be staying,” his host said, unlocking the front door and leading him inside. “After all, you’ll need to know your way around. And then, we can get started on your first orders.”

Jake nodded, trying to keep his worries under control. He still didn’t know what the dragon was going to want from him, but after that reminder of the bar, he was getting an idea. He just hoped that he was wrong.

They followed the central hall – something that Dragolite said went through the entire mansion, splitting into a cross towards the middle – about a third of the way from the main door. Then, they hit a stairwell, and the dragon gestured for him to follow. He did, doing his best to ignore the stink that seemed to linger in the air. It was like that perpetual haze that lingered in the house of a long-term smoker; no matter what you did, that smell still seemed to stick around. That was the way that the mansion seemed to be with Dragolite’s scent.

No, his stink. Jake reminded himself that it was a [i]stink[/i], and it wasn’t something that he should start getting used to.

They went all the way to the third floor, and then followed a strange maze of hallways that led them to and fro, and the human quickly gave up on trying to memorize them just yet. He knew that if Dragolite wanted him, the dragon would be able to find him. That had to be the reason that they were taking such a strange route, to confuse him, to make him reliant on his host to an extent.

And it was working.

By the time that they reached the bedroom, he had no idea how to get back to the stairs, or how he was supposed to go back down to the main floor. All he knew was that it was a long walk, and that he’d have to make a lot of different turns to find it again.

Dragolite pushed the door to the bedroom open, gesturing inside. There was a large, four-poster bed waiting for him on the far side of the room, with curtains that looked like they were made of silk hanging down. He had to admit, he appreciated the aesthetic of it, even though he wasn’t sure that he’d ever use such a thing.

The rest of the bedroom was fairly lush, with a thick carpet, long curtains by the window, and both drawers for clothes and a closet for more fancy and formal things. A desk was pushed up against the wall, and he could see a television around the corner.

“Well, certainly looks better than a hotel,” he muttered.

“I would hope so,” the dragon said. “It’s supposed to be better than something like that.”

“Sorry. I’m just…”

“Not wanting to be here. I know.”

The dragon chuckled, patting his back, and Jake did his best to ignore the feeling of slime that was left behind after that. He knew that this wasn’t meant to be disgusting – or at least, he hoped it wasn’t – but it was still hard for him to deal with that. Particularly as, now that Dragolite was closer, he was getting a hard whiff of that stink again.

[i]Goddammit,[/i] he thought to himself as his dick started to rise in his pants again. [i]That isn’t a sexy smell. Stop hopping up when you get a whiff of it.[/i]

It didn’t matter. His dick continued throbbing regardless, even as he was pushed forward, even as the smelly, stinky dragon followed him into the bedroom. The door shut, and the smell started getting worse and worse, making his head spin, making him shiver as he felt it getting thick in the air.

“Mmmph…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

“Nobody can…can get used to…this…”

“Oh, but you already are.”

Dragolite chuckled, flicking his wings, and the stink hit him like a brick in the face. Jake’s eyes went wide for a split second, then slowly started drooping, hanging down a little bit from the sheer tiredness that the stink-trance brought with it. He could hardly move, his head lolling from one side to the other.

The only thing that still showed any rigidity on his body was his dick, and that throbbed good and hard for the stink that continued to puff through his nose, filling his head.

“That’s it. Just breathe it in. We have a long way to go to get you where you need to be.”

Helpless as he was, Jake could only watch as Dragolite unzipped his pants, fishing out that thick cock that he remembered from the bar. He half-expected to be fucked right then and there, but he didn’t know if he should be afraid of that. All he knew was that it was a kind of hot thought, that his hole ached for something big inside again, and that he…

He wasn’t that afraid, no. He was rather interested, curious, more than anything else, and that wasn’t a bad thing.

The dragon walked up to him, taking his hand and putting it on that thick shaft. They walked to the bed, and Dragolite humped his hand a few times.

“Stroke me.”

“Yes…”

Jake did as he was told, mindlessly obeying despite every bit of common sense in his body telling him to do otherwise. It didn’t matter. He stroked, and he stroked good and hard along that big dragon dick. He groaned under his breath, the smell of musk and sweat and more filling the air and sinking him further into that obedient, horny trance. His own dick was oozing pre-cum into his pants without being touched, and somehow, he knew that this was something that he could blame on the furry dragon as well.

It didn’t matter. Stroke, stroke, stroke went his hand over that prick, and he groaned under his breath as he felt the pre-cum flowing from it over his fingers. Dragolite started thrusting forward, humping against his hand.

“That’s it…I’m getting…mmph…close…”

The dragon was grinding on him, panting, huffing and puffing all the while. Jake couldn’t complain. Some part of him wanted to, true, but that part was buried beneath the trance of stink, of sex, of need. All of his thoughts had gone down to his dick.

And to the dragon’s dick.

Stroke, stroke, stroke went his fingers, slowly pulling and tugging on that thing until it was stiffer than ever, oozing like a broken faucet. Dragolite was humping up to meet his strokes now, the red, fluffy, smelly dragon getting sweaty from the effort. Jake could no longer think, no longer react. He was almost a drone to the smell, only able to do as he was told and stroke, stroke, stroke.

Finally, the dragon went over the edge. He watched as white strings flew from Dragolite’s cock, landing in thick, wet ropes on the bed. They soaked in almost immediately, darkening the blankets, turning them into a messy, mucky mess.

And the stink…the stink was so much stronger. He felt like his nose was going to burn, like the hairs inside were on fire. The only reason he didn’t gag was because he was so deep in trance that he couldn’t think of how disgusting it was.

“There we go…lay in it, human.”

He did as he was told, getting up on the bed and laying himself down on the slime and blankets. He could feel it soaking into his clothes, and then into him. Even that deep in trance, he maintained enough embarrassment for his cheeks to burn just a bit, but his cock never stopped throbbing.

“How do you feel?”

“Embarrassed…horny…”

“But not bad?”

“Not…bad…”

“Good. Roll in it.”

He did, moving from side to side, soaking himself further, grinding the stink into his body, making it so that he couldn’t get away from it. The slime was sliding through his clothes, grinding into his skin.

“That’s it. Soak in my stink. Soak in my mark.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s master, human.”

“Yes…master…”

“Good boy. Now, sleep. Sleep, and don’t remember this.”

Jake closed his eyes, and it didn’t take him very long at all to start drifting off, sliding into slumber.

#

The next morning, and indeed, every morning after, Jake felt slimy, oily, and messy beyond belief. He never quite remembered what happened before going to sleep, but waking up smelling worse and worse was humiliating in and of itself. He groaned every time that he opened his eyes and found his nose burning worse than it had when he went to sleep, but he could never remember what had happened to him leading up to that moment.

All he knew was that he had gone to bed, and then things had…gotten weird.

As that first week passed, he stopped wearing clothes. None of them ever got clean, and he was sure that there was something that Dragolite was doing that made that the case. As it stood, nobody else ever visited the manor, and the dragon was so intent on seeing him naked, anyway. The human soon stopped caring about his modesty, focusing instead on trying to keep the smell from getting stronger.

It was a losing battle, of course. No matter how much he showered, it always seemed to get worse. The oils on his skin were getting tougher, and there were times when he honestly thought that they were starting to get harder, too, almost like some firm layer on top of his skin. They never seemed to get any less smelly, either.

Yet, after a week, he barely noticed the smell unless Dragolite was in the room with him. There was something to the red dragon’s stench that always punched through everything else around him, and while he didn’t know what it was, it still got to him.

Like just then. He had been reading a book in the dragon’s library when he was suddenly aware of the rising stink coming down one of the other rows of shelves. He groaned, leaning his head against the shelf before him, thunking his forehead against it in frustration as his dick started rising again.

[i]Go down,[/i] he told it tiredly, knowing it wouldn’t listen.

Shaking his head, he put the book back, knowing that reading wasn’t going to be an option when Dragolite found him.

And he was right. As soon as the red dragon rounded the corner, the big guy looked at him with a grin, no, a smirk. The tall dragon walked over to him, patting him on the bare butt, and chuckled.

“Good to see that you’re getting…comfortable.”

“I’m telling you, this is temporary. I’ve been sending job applications all over the place. As soon as one of them gets back to me, I’ll be out of here.”

“You say that, but you’ve been here a week. Don’t you think you should have heard back from someone by now?”

“…Maybe, but…”

“Come on. You’ve been enjoying yourself. Why run away from a life that’s so much better than your old one?”

Jake grimaced, trying not to think about the scaly fingers that were still molesting his ass cheek, trying to keep his focus on the books in front of him and his plans to get out of the manor. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have clothes anymore – his last set had gone missing as soon as he decided to stop wearing them – and it barely mattered that he had nothing in terms of housing. If he could just get a job that allowed him to telecommute, then he wouldn’t have an issue, and he wouldn’t have to deal with this horny dragon around him all the time.

He kept his mouth clenched shut, even as those scaly fingers were slowly working towards the crack between the cheeks. He hissed as one finger slid between them, tracing a circle around his asshole.

“After all, all you have to do to keep all of this is do what I tell you. Remember?”

“I…remember…”

“Then why don’t you just lean against the shelves here, and we’ll have that first session…”

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to think about taking that massive cock up his ass again. He still didn’t know how he did it the first time, how he managed to put that thing in his ass and then walk away from the bar afterward. That shouldn’t have been possible with something so massive, and yet he’d done it.

He wasn’t even interested in being the bottom…was he?

His cock was, that was for sure. The more that he breathed in that stink, the more that that finger continued to trace his pucker, the more that he wanted to feel something inside of him again. His cock throbbed upwards, slapping against one of the bookshelves in front of him, and his hole clenched and twitched against the finger pressing against it.

“Just lean forward, human.”

“Mmmph…”

“You know you want it.”

“No, you want it. You’re making me…making me want it…”

“Is that so bad?”

“It…it…”

“Come on…”

There was little he could do against the pressure on his arms, the way that the dragon leaned him forward against the wooden shelves. Jake whimpered, feeling himself getting held down, knowing that there was going to be one hell of a stretch any second now. He…he…

He didn’t want this.

With a whimper and groan, he shoved back as hard as he could, and he managed to fall down, falling to all fours as Dragolite slipped back from him by a half-step. He groaned as he hit the ground, but managed to turn and glare up at the bigger male.

“What was that for?” Dragolite asked. “I told you, you could stay as long as –”

“As long as I did what you told me to do. What if I don’t want to do that?”

“You’d prefer to be homeless?”

“Anything to not be here.”

“Here…or with me?” the dragon asked.

“…With you,” Jake muttered, looking down. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I know this isn’t right.”

“…”

“I want to go home.”

“You can’t.”

“Then I want to leave.”

“…I shouldn’t have made this a choice for you. You don’t do well with choices, do you, little human?”

“I –”

Flick.

And just like that, the air was filled with the dragon’s stench again, a new wave of sweat and cum smells, of stink and old odors. Jake gasped, coughing as his lungs were filled with the sudden wave of smells, unable to pull himself together as he went completely limp on the floor.

Dragolite picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder.

“I should have just done this when you got here, but I hoped that you’d come to your senses. I obviously overestimated you.”

They didn’t walk far. Dragolite seemed to have bedrooms everywhere, though this one was a bit kinkier. Jake grunted as he was tossed onto the bed, his skin covered with a layer of the furry dragon’s sweat. He groaned under his breath as he was locked down, his arms pulled up, tied to the head of the bed. His hips were propped up with a pillow under them, his ass in the air, his eyes straight ahead.

“You’ll just have to take it. After this, you’ll see things my way. I’m sure of it.”

Jake couldn’t respond. All he could do was stare straight ahead, his mind wiped by the smell in the air. He couldn’t shift his arms, couldn’t speak a word. All he could do was stare.

Then the bed started shifting, and he felt weight back between his legs. Something, Dragolite, probably, was pushing his legs apart, and he felt a weight against his ass shortly after. Something hot, something thick, something wet.

[i]A cock,[/i] the barely-awake part of his mind thought.

It ground between his ass cheeks, reminding him of the size difference between him and the big dragon. He shivered, some part of him knowing that this was more than just a fuck. This…this was something different.

The red, furry dragon was teasing himself, grinding, thrusting, stroking his cock, getting it to drip more than usual, leaving slime all over the human’s ass cheeks. He could feel it, thick and heavy and smelly, hot and sticky to him. He could feel it clinging to his ass cheeks, running between them, then along his thighs. It left a sheen behind, something that shimmered when he looked backwards.

But it was nothing compared to the sheer heat of that rod. It was so warm compared to what he was used to back there. It was…oh fuck, it was so hot.

It pressed between the cheeks again, this time running right up to his hole. The pressure on his rim was intense, hard and hot, and he bit his lips. He tried to pull his arms back from above his head, but the ropes around his wrists kept him from moving. All he could do was hold position, feeling those hard fingers and blunted claws against his hips.

“Hold still…”

The dragon’s command was hard not to follow, and he found himself just holding as still as possible as he stared straight ahead, his eyes refusing to move from the headboard of the bed. That pressure on his pucker only got more intense as the seconds ticked by, and he bit his lip as he felt it straining to hold that cock back. Dragolite didn’t do the thing that some guys did, of pushing, then pulling back, then pushing again. No, he just kept pushing, bearing down with more and more of his bodyweight until –

POP!

In went the tip, and out went all the air in Jake’s lungs. His eyes went wide as he felt that massive thing sliding inside of him, reminding him of that night in the bar. He was so deep in trance that it didn’t hurt, but he could feel that perhaps it should have. Something broke in him, and his ass stopped feeling tight. It felt…relaxed, open, gaping from that one thrust, and it only got worse as that cock went deep.

It was a strange, warm, sexy feeling of his inner walls being forced to part, made to split for something that was far too big for them. As he opened, as he stretched, it was almost like his body was being molded from the inside-out for the dragon’s pleasure, and he moaned under his breath as his cock throbbed up against his belly in response.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

“That’s it…take it…take it and be reborn…”

Jake whimpered, not knowing what that meant, but knowing that he didn’t have a choice. He had to take that cock. It was already spreading his ass cheeks further than last time, he swore, and it was breaking him. Shaping him. Warping him.

As it finally bottomed out, he swore that there was some sort of shock from the tip of that cock to something in his depths. He didn’t know what it was, but it was something…something weird, something off. He shivered as it ran through him, making him sweat from head to toe, almost like he was in a sauna.

[i]What…what’s happening…[/i]

He didn’t know, but that shell of oils around him felt like it was reacting to his own sweat, condensing down, tightening around him. He groaned, tensing his muscles in response, not sure what else he could do.

“Ah…ah…”

He kept panting, moaning, his body on fire as he felt like he was heating up. Something was warmer, warmer than it should be inside of him, and he could feel the sweat drops running down his back, along his sides, over his face and down his ass. He could feel his cock and balls sweating, the droplets running along his orbs and then down to the bed below. What…what was happening to him?

As he stared down at his arms, he could see that the sweat was fading, the shine on his skin muted by something else. Something…something blue was pushing out of his arms, growing longer with each thrust from the big bad dragon behind him. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from moaning, but the pleasure from that fat cock, the pleasure of the trance, worked together to make him lose control.

“Ah…ah…oh fuck…”

“That’s better…give in…give in and enjoy…”

He didn’t have a choice. He was being changed, somehow, and he couldn’t stop it. As the blue fur grew in over his arms, he could see scales popping out along his elbows, his knuckles, shifting into place in different areas of his body. They were in the same spots where Dragolite had scales, he realized, and as that clue finally popped into his head, his lips and nose started to grind forward, slowly pushing out from his face.

“Nnnnngh!”

“That’s it…grow…change…be mine…”

The red dragon kept humping him, slamming in, making his ass shake and quake from the harsh thrusts. It didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was the transformation that was going on and the pleasure from it that made it hard for him to think.

In, out, in, out, in, out that cock went, always making him gasp, always making his cock throb under his belly. It was a massive distraction, but not so massive that he couldn’t think about how good it felt to be growing, shifting, changing.

His muscles grew under the forming fur and scales, getting harder and stronger, more pronounced. He didn’t know how it was happening, but it was, his chest starting to puff out, pecs replacing flat nothing. His abs filled out beneath his fur, becoming hard, thick, strong as armor. His arms bulged, little bubbles of muscle forming at the upper arms, and cords of them running down his limbs.

His ass soon stopped jiggling with each thrust, the muscles popping in making him tougher, stronger. He growled under his breath, feeling his jaw popping, his face cracking as his snout continued to grow, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt his cock throbbing harder and harder against his firmer stomach.

He curled his toes, feeling them pop, feeling pads and scales growing along his feet. He could feel his hands doing the same thing, growing bigger to match his new proportions, his fingers popping like they hadn’t been cracked in months.

[i]What…why…how…[/i]

As his body grew, as his muscles filled in and grew larger than they ever should have been, it was impossible not to focus on them. Even with the hard humping going on, even with the feeling of that fat cock spreading his ass, even with the sensation of those heavy balls slapping against his own growing pair, he kept feeling that distraction of his body no longer being…human.

Of his old life…fading…fading…

[i]I’m not…[/i]

Jake slipped away, falling into the depths of his trance, unable to take what had happened to him. He had been kidnapped. He had been marked. He had had everything that was his old life taken away from him.

And now, he wasn’t even human anymore.

As Jake slipped into darkness, the dragon-becoming came. He arched his back, wings starting to rise from fur and scales, and he came hard, splattering his seed all over the bed. Dragolite didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t stop claiming him. Their night had just begun.

#

It was the next morning when he finally woke up, and when he did, he didn’t recognize himself. At least, not at first.

He looked forward, staring at arms that were longer than he remembered, and yet were completely the right size. They were covered in fur and scales, his fingers ending in claws, his limbs thick with muscle.

[i]They shouldn’t…but they should be?[/i]

He was confused, but then he was confused at his confusion. It didn’t make sense, yet it did make sense, and yet, it shouldn’t make sense.

With a simple pull, he snapped the ropes around his wrists, pulling his arms back to rest against his chest. He rolled over, then regretted it, remembering and discovering his wings at the same time. He got to his feet, thick feet, thicker feet, clawed toes – all things that should be there, but still surprised him that they were.

He rubbed his head, felt the snout that he remembered and didn’t remember at the same time. Everything was weird. Everything was off.

Getting up from the bed, he walked over to the wall. There was…he remembered a mirror being somewhere. He fumbled around, found the curtain that covered it, and pulled it down. As soon as it shifted, he was left gobsmacked.

What stood there was not a human, but a dragon. A dragon of fur and scale, a blue version of what Dragolite was. His wings flicked, wet somehow, but they were still wings. They were…they were not…

[i]I am not…[/i]

There was a name, a name that had fallen in the back of his mind. He had had a name before, but it refused to come out. It refused to believe that this was what they were not, what they had become. No, no, no, no.

It screamed in the dark, and then went silent. There was nothing left of it, nothing that would come forward, and soon, it was forgotten completely. A different name pushed forward, something that was new, but right.

Telbor.

Telbor smiled at himself in the mirror, reaching down and hefting his cock for a moment. It was already wet at the tip, slick and slimy, just like the rest of his fur was oily and thick with a stench of a musky man. It would get worse, he knew, somehow. The stench and oils and sweat would start to stick to him, marking him as a proper dragon.

And then –

“Jake.”

The name echoed through his head, and for a moment, that name in the dark started up again, screaming, whimpering, hiding. He shook his head, pushing it back down, hiding it for its own sake as well as his. He turned around, arching an eyebrow at the red dragon in the doorway. Dragolite, his memories told him, but he couldn’t remember how and why he knew that. All he knew was that he did.

“That’s not my name.”

“Oh? Then what is?”

“Telbor. I’m Telbor.”

“Well, then, Telbor. How do you feel?”

“…Good enough. A little sore.”

“Heh. And what do you remember?”

“…Not much, actually. Mind telling me why I’m here?”

Dragolite smiled, nodding as he sat down on the bed. Telbor could already pick up the other man’s stink, and he had to admit, he rather liked it.

“You’re here to serve me.”

“Serve you, huh? Does that mean serving your cock, too?”

“Indeed, indeed.”

“Heh…good.”

The blue dragon didn’t know what he was yet, but he knew that he liked the idea of putting that dick in his mouth and giving it a good suck, or putting it under his tail. Maybe there was a part of him that was a slut.

Or maybe it was just the stink in the air talking. It definitely set the mood and got his hole clenching all good and proper.

The blue-furred dragon smiled as he walked back to the bed, huffing the air and sucking down the smell. Yes, he was going to have a fun time today. He was going to start it right with that fat cock right under his tail…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Jake ends up getting taken for a hell of a ride with Dragolite’s insistence on keeping him. Fuck, rut, and…well, you’ll see.

Tags: M/M, dragon, human, transformation, muscle growth, stink, musk, sweat, mind control, corruption, anal, stretching, gaping, species transformation, miniseries,