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Kieran took a deep breath as he looked up to the stage. He was getting pretty nervous now, and he kept reaching down to tug at his fursuit paws, making sure they weren't falling down at all. Each time they were fine; the suit was too well made to start slipping down, especially when he was sitting still. But his thick, padded hands needed to be doing something.

The current dancer was very good. The wolf suit was a bit substandard, looking a bit old and dated, but the wearer was clearly a skilled dancer. Probably the best of the six competitors so far. Kieran still wasn't sure why he had entered the fursuit dancing competition. He couldn't even blame it on alcohol either, as he'd put in his entry several weeks before the convention. But here he was, nervously tapping his foot on the floor as he waited for his name to be called out.

For what was probably the fifth time in the last ten minutes, Kieran ran his hands over his fursuit muzzle again, just making sure that it was in place. The black furred dragon was a work of art, an amazing reproduction of his fursona, Soot. Everything was perfect, right from the crest of deep blue fur that ran down from the top of his head all the way to the base of the thick, long tail. The only criticism Kieran had ever had about the suit was that the face looked a little more feminine than he had requested, but it was just such a small issue he had never even raised it with the maker.

The music stopped and there was a smattering of applause from the watching audience, including the row of fursuiters at the front of the room. Kieran joined in with the applause. It had been a good performance, and was probably the best of the lot so far. That would be what he had to beat.

After the applause died away, the performing fursuiter sauntered back to the waiting area. A few moments passed as the music track was changed, and the announcer stepped up to the front of the stage. Kieran only knew him by his furname – Copperpup.

“Wow, what a performance that was!" Copperpup said, speaking into his microphone. He then glanced down to his little cheat sheet before glancing down to the waiting suiters. “But now, let's give a warm welcome to our next competitor, Soot!"

Kieran jumped to his feet and swung his arms back and forth as he made his way up to the stage, passing Cooperpup on the way. He could hear the cheers from his friends in the audience. They gave him some strength and confidence, but he was still glad that Soot's head protected his own, keeping the audience unaware of the look of fear on his face.

Then the first few beats of music started to play, and Kieran didn't have any chance to think about things anymore. He had a routine to perform, and a dance competition to win.

He made a few mistakes in the first couple of seconds, but he didn't think anyone noticed. The track he had chosen was fast and upbeat, meaning that by the time the mistake has been made, he was already on to the next movement. His feet slipped and scuffed over the stage floor a few times, and on two occasions he thought he was going to fall over. Bu then the music changed beat as the chorus struck in, the pace picking up drastically.

Kieran would have laughed had the music given him enough time to do anything but dance. His nerves were all gone. Every inch of his body was aflame with the joy of the dance. This was what he loved. This was what he was good at. He was at one with Soot. Every movement he made was perfect from then on. His feet didn't slip, nor did he trip over his tail. It was perfect, and the applause he got as he made his final movement may as well have been coming from thousands, and not the two dozen he was really performing for.

Holding his final pose for a few seconds, Kieran slowly rose back to his feet as Copperpup approached. So euphoric was he that he even gave the announcer – little more than a casual acquaintance – a hug when he got near enough.

“Wow, let's hear it for Soot!" Copperpup said. Kieran was glad to see a light blush on his cheeks. “That is... that's the last of our performers, so while our suiters recover, and the judges make their decisions, take five minutes to talk amongst yourselves."

Kieran flopped back down on his chair, leaning back into it and closing his eyes. His chest was heaving from exertion, but he didn't want to take the fursuit head off yet. None of the other suiters had, preferring to 'keep the magic' and wait until they were back in the headless lounge.

A hand touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes and peered through the small holes in Soot's head to see who had approached. He smiled as he saw a stunningly beautiful guy there in front of him, but then Kieran was rather biased. Ben was his long term boyfriend, but the best part about him at the moment was the bottle of cold water he was holding, long straw included.

“Ah, thank you," Kieran said, leaning forward to carefully slide the straw into Soot's mouth. He grasped with his tongue until he found it, then took a few grateful sips of the icy water.

Ben sat on the chair next to him, flicking aside the long purple tail he was wearing first. His fursona, Indigo, was a purple furred otter and, as Kieran often liked to tease, so incredibly gay. Almost as gay as the human behind the otter. He leaned into Kieran's side, one arm draped across his boyfriend's shoulder. “That was amazing," he said, patting Kieran on the back gently. “Better than anything I've ever seen you do before."

Kieran's grin went unseen. “Yeah, I was really feeling the music then," he replied, still sucking in a few deep breaths.

“I'll say! Looks like all that practice was worth it. And the beers," Ben said with a laugh.

Kieran drank a little more water as he nodded. He turned his head a little to look towards the other dancers. It was impossible to see how nervous or confident they looked, with just the expressionless suit heads to judge by. The wolf who had danced just before him was bouncing his leg up and down as he sat.

“I just hope I did enough," Kieran said eventually. He tracked the movement of Copperpup as he leaned against the judges' table. The three were all dancers themselves, and two had taken part in previous fursuit dancing competitions, but had elected not to take part this year. Kieran was grateful for that. He'd never be able to compete with those who danced professionally.

A decision was soon made, though Kieran was too far away to hear them talking, especially with the muffled hearing he had to deal with inside Soot. He didn't have long to wait, as the announcer returned to the front of the stage and held his hands up for silence from the audience. It took almost a minute, but eventually the room was quiet enough for Copperpup to speak.

“The judges have made their decisions! It was a tough fought battle between them all, but we've narrowed it down to a top three," Copperpup said. He beamed out towards the audience, then looked down to the fursuiters and gestured for them all to stand up. There were a few groans on shaky legs, but they all obliged the announcer. “In third place, we have Psuedo Wolf!"

Kieran was surprised by that. Psuedo was the wolf who had gone up just before him, and he had believed the wolf to have put in the best performance of everyone. But he had placed just third. His hand sought out Ben's and gave it a squeeze between his thick, padded fingers.

“In second place, we have Allie!"

A loud cheer went up as Allie turned around and bowed to the crowd. Her dance had been good, but Kieran couldn't help but wonder why the judges had thought her performance better than Psuedo's. He wasn't sure if that gave him hope or not for placing first.

His foot tapped against the floor as Copperpup congratulated Psuedo and Allie before drumming up the crowd's excitement for the announcement of the winner. Kieran felt like jumping up and telling him to get on with it, but he was able to remain seated for the moment.

“And finally... our winner; ladies, gentlemen, fuzzies of all kinds, our winner is Soot!"

Kieran could hardly believe it. He sat still for a few seconds, before realising he had a character to pull off. He jumped up and spun around to face the audience, giving a little bow before them as they applauded him for his effort.

Copperpup presented him with a small plastic trophy, which Kieran held aloft above his head like he was the winning captain in a sporting final. His body was tingling. Probably an after effect from the dancing, and maybe even the beer still in his system. It was nothing to worry about at all, and once he had taken in the adulation from the crowd, he returned back to Ben and gave him a hug.

“I knew you could do it," Ben said, tightly wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

Kieran grinned and booped the tip of Soot's snout against Ben's neck. His padded hands stroked down his boyfriend's back, before giving him a quick, cheeky grope on the butt. With the limited vantage given by Soot's eyes, Kieran couldn't see Ben's reaction, but he could hear the muffled gasp and feel the little squirm against him.

“Anything else you wanted to do down here tonight? Or shall we go back to the room?" Kieran asked quietly. He had suited up in their room, rather than in the headless lounge as they hadn't been sure they'd be staying in the con area for very long after the dance competition.

“I think we're all ready to go up," Ben replied. Kieran lifted his head and looked across the slowly-dispersing crowd. Towards the back were two of their other friends. Anthony and Stephen; Serus the naga and Bounce and rabbit as their fursonas happened to be, were boyfriends and both good friends with Kieran and Ben. They were all sharing a room to split the costs of the hotel, and with nothing else happening, had planned a night of drinking together.

As Kieran and Ben made their way to the back of the room, the other two quickly met up with them. Anthony gave Kieran a hug as Stephen liberated the small trophy from his hands. They both congratulated him, as did a few random furs who approached them as they made their way to the elevator up to the rooms.

After a short wait, the four were making their way up to the fifteenth floor, and then back to their room. Kieran danced and shuffled his way along the corridor, keeping just behind the other three. Ben opened their room door, holding it open for the others. Anthony and Stephen went right for the fridge, taking out a bottle of cider each and retreating to the balcony.

Kieran flopped down onto his bed, shuffling his tail out the way as he lay on his back. Ben crawled up next to him, resting his head on Kieran's belly. He winced as Ben's knee crushed down on his tail for a moment, before settling into a more comfortable position.

“Hey, really proud of you. Well done, Soot," Ben said, his hand stroking down the fursuit's cheek. “Can I get you a drink while you unsuit?"

“Think I'll have another beer. Not feeling too hot at the moment, so I won't unsuit just yet," Kieran replied as he wrapped his boyfriend up in a tight hug, before releasing him so Ben could go to the fridge.

Slowly, Kieran sat up. He was surprised at how cool he felt. Normally he started to feel very warm inside Soot after too long, and especially after vigorous exercise like his dancing. Not that he minded too much. He loved it when he got to masquerade as his fursona, so if he could prolong that then he wouldn't complain.

As Ben rummaged through the fridge, Kieran hauled himself back up to his feet. He padded out to the balcony, resting one hand on each of Stephen and Anthony's shoulders. They all looked out over the twinkling lights of the city, the sound of a few cars driving by at the base of the hotel, and the distant sound of waves crashing over the shore a few blocks away.

Ben soon joined them, passing Kieran a beer with a straw in it so he could drink through the suit's mouth again. Kieran's hand rested on Ben's back, slowly sliding down before gripping his boyfriend's ass again. Maybe it was the euphoria of the dance, maybe it was the beer, or perhaps even a combination of them both, but he was feeling incredibly horny. He knew it was only a matter of time before he felt himself sliding into his boyfriend's tight ass.

The four stayed out on the balcony for quite some time, sharing drinks and laughs as they all talked. One beer become two, which became three and then four. And still Kieran didn't find the need to slip out of his fursuit. It was so comfortable, his hands tingling as he drained another bottle of beer.

Kieran staggered up to his feet, his head swimming as he took a couple of steps into the room. His vision blurred for a moment, and he had to throw out a hand onto the cool glass door to stop himself from falling over.

“You alright, Soot?" someone asked. It might have been Ben.

“Yeah, just... a bit woozy all of a sudden." His fingers pressed against the smooth glass, the coolness of it feeling nice. Though the carpet was itchy beneath his feet. He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward, shuffling forward a couple of steps and placing his hands down on the side of the bed. “Do you mind unzipping me? Might have got a bit warm or something."

A chair scraped across the balcony floor, making Kieran's ears twitch in annoyance. The sound seemed really piercing all of a sudden. Soft, gentle hands pressed against his shoulders as Ben's fingers brushed through his fur. That carried on for a few seconds, before the fingers tensed.

“Uh, Soot..." Ben said slowly, before withdrawing his hands completely. “There... um. Isn't a zip."

Kieran flicked his ear. “What do you mean? There has to be." He opened his eyes again. His vision had recovered now, able to see the room clearly.

“Well there's just... nothing here," Ben said. That had attracted the attention of the other two sitting outside. The balcony door slid closed as they came inside, the scraping sound making Kieran's ears twitch again.

Kieran turned around to face the other three, reaching behind his neck and patting around with his puffy hands. “You're wrong. It must be here somewhere... what?"

All three just stared at him, eyes wide and mouths agape. Stephen looked like he was about to drop his half-empty bottle of cider.

“You... your..." Ben stammered, before falling silent.

“Your mouth moved," Anthony finished for Ben.

Kieran blinked and frowned. “Well yeah. There's a strap around my jaw. Makes Soot's mouth move when I talk. It's always done that."

Stephen shook his head. “No, this is different. Like an actual mouth. And the eyes just blinked."

“Huh?" Kieran said. He turned around to face the mirror that took up the wall that partitioned off the bathroom. Leaning in close, he paid close attention to the suit's eyes and mouth. At first he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but then he frowned. The suit's eyes narrowed in response. It should not have done that. “Holy shit."

They were right. His mouth moved in a way that wasn't just a strap moving against his jaw inside the suit. But... if the fursuit head was moving instead of his, what had happened to his head inside? A quick pull on the suit's head only led to a sharp pain in his neck.

“Uh, guys... this may sound weird, but can one of you put your hand in my mouth?" Kieran asked as he slowly turned around to face his ashen-faced companions. None of them moved until he clapped his padded hands together and tried to click his fingers. “You still there?"

“Yeah, right... sure," Ben muttered quietly as he took a couple of steps forward. His hands came up to feel around Soot's muzzle.

Kieran tensed as he could feel the brushing of those fingers through the synthetic fur. He couldn't help an involuntary twitch. Even his tail flicked, the heavy weight no longer still and lifeless.

Slowly, Ben's fingers slipped inside the fursuit's muzzle. Kieran had to suppress another shiver as he felt them brushing over the tongue and teeth. His muzzle was big enough that Ben's whole hand could push inside, though it made Kieran feel like he was about to gag. The hand slid in deep – much deeper than it should have without touching his head inside.

Ben's hand withdrew suddenly as though he had been electrocuted, making Kieran yelp from the sudden movement. He held his hand at his jaw, wincing as Ben had caught one of his teeth.

Distracted by the pain, Kieran didn't notice Ben's hand move to his own until he felt the touch of skin in his fur. Ben's hand gripped hard. There was a moment of pain, but that soon passed as Ben's fingers squeezed tighter, compressing the padded fabric much more than he would have been able to do had there been a human hand inside. Ben then bent the hand back, almost rolling the hand up into the wrist.

Kieran felt no pain from it at all, just staring down at it with an odd detachment, like he wasn't looking at his own body. Which he wasn't. But also was.

“You're not in there," Ben said quietly. He stared up at Kieran and let go of the fabric hand, which slowly rolled back into its original position. Kieran tensed and wiggled his fingers, the feeling strange as they came to no harm from being so distorted.

“I am here though," Kieran said slowly. He lifted his hand up and pressed it against Ben's cheek. The toony style, padded hand almost covered half of his boyfriend's face. “I'm still me. Just... fluffier and softer than before. I... fuck... How did this even happen?"

“Fucked if I know," Anthony blurted out. He shook his head. “But I think I'm going to need another drink."

Kieran chuckled weakly. “Yeah, me too. Something stronger as well. Think I might crack open that whisky I was saving for tomorrow. “You want one as well Indy?"

Ben rested his head against Soot's for a moment, before nodding and giving a little smile. “I'll pour it for you. Go get comfy, and we'll sort this out tomorrow if we need to."

“Thanks hun," Kieran said, reaching down to grope Ben's ass. At least he could still make his boyfriend gasp and blush. He then held his hands up. “A, uh, big glass please. Can't hold things too well with these."

As the drinks started to flow, the night almost returned back to a semblance of normality. They started to talk again, joking and laughing with each other and seemingly forgetting – or ignoring – the fact that one of their number had quite literally become a fursuit version of his fursona.

Kieran stayed perched on the edge of his bed. One hand clutched his glass of whisky, which Ben kept well topped up, and in his other he idly stroked the thick tail draped over his lap. He couldn't believe he had one. He really had a tail. He could move it and feel it and everything. Somewhere deep in his buzzed mind he knew he should be feeling more concerned, but a combination of excitement and drunkenness meant he ignored that little thought.

There wasn't a significant problem with his new situation until Anthony and Stephen started to strip out of their clothing. Ben followed just a few seconds later, the three guys lounging around naked and with erections defying the amount of alcohol in their blood. Even as they continued to talk, Anthony started to stroke Stephen off, before descending down and wrapping his lips around his boyfriend's cock.

As they became less interested in talk, Ben turned his attention to Kieran, crawling up on top of the soft dragon and pinning him down. One hand stroked down between Kieran's legs, feeling around for any cock or balls left, but the dragon was somewhat lacking. He possessed the fursuit's genitals – nothing at all.

Kieran's whimpering whine was silenced by Ben's finger on his lips. “Such a shame," Ben teased. “Looks like you can't take my ass tonight. Maybe you can take my cock in your mouth instead. Would be like fucking a plushie."

Kieran couldn't resist. Though he was usually the dominant one, he was feeling as pliable as his body at the moment. He let Ben take hold of the ruff of fur that ran down his neck – it felt so strange, having so much fuzz to grab – and get lowered down to his boyfriend's cock.

While Kieran had plenty of experience with Ben's cock, he had never tried to suck his boyfriend off while wearing Soot's head, and that drastically changed things. His mouth was bigger, for starters, and he couldn't fully purse his lips to get any good suction. He was left mostly with just his tongue.

With his muzzle pressed right into Ben's shaved smooth crotch, his tongue pressing the uncut cock against the roof of his mouth. Slowly at first, he started to undulate his head, rocking back and forth to slide Ben's cock over his tongue.

His boyfriend made all the right noises, gasping and panting as he pushed up into Kieran's muzzle, but the furry dragon suit wasn't able to properly get a good motion around the cock. His muzzle was too long, mouth too large. And all the while he was distracted by the aching need in his body, a need that he had no way of relieving.

They soon had an audience. Anthony and Stephen had finished each other off, and were both watching the show. One of them soon crossed over onto the other bed, a hand exploring Kieran's crotch and giving some slow, torturous rubs. His mouth clenched around Ben's cock as he squirmed and whimpered, grinding his smooth crotch into the hands.

Finally, Ben reached his peak. He thrust hard into the soft mouth, hands gripping the dragon's fuzz tightly. Kieran got a few spurts of Ben's familiar tasting cum splashing against the back of his throat, soaking into the soft fabric and trickling down his throat.

As Ben collapsed down on top of Kieran, the hand at his crotch withdrew. He was the only one left unsatisfied, but any hopes of the three guys exploring his body and seeing if there was any way he could still cum were soon dashed. A combination of alcohol and sexual exhaustion were claiming them all. Ben already felt like he was asleep on top of him, using the fuzzy dragon as a full body pillow. The breathing from the other bed was getting slower as well as Anthony and Stephen drifted off the sleep as well.

With a sigh, Kieran shifted his weight a little to get more comfortable without rousing his boyfriend. He reached out with his tail for the light switch between the beds and plunged the room into darkness. As he closed his eyes, he wondered what the morning would bring. Would he be restored to normal, and this night would just be some bizarre, drunken dream? Or would he be stuck like this? He was asleep before he had time to answer the question in his mind.

***

Kieran woke up early the next morning with a pounding headache and a desperate need to piss. Despite these, he kept his eyes closed as he let the disjointed memories of the previous night reconnect themselves in his mind. Had it all been a bizarre dream?

Slowly opening his eyes, his vision was blurry with tiredness as he crawled out of bed and placed his feet on the floor. He hauled himself up, wobbled a bit, and then crashed down to the floor with an undignified squawk. Someone on the bed above him stirred slightly, giving a tired, questioning grunt before falling back asleep again.

His arms stretched out before him. Even with his unfocused vision he could see the black fur with blue highlights covering them. His hands looked strange, but Kieran couldn't quite work out what was the matter with them. At least they felt... real, and not plush.

Rather than risking standing up again, Kieran just crawled through to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet to relieve himself, not willing to risk his unsteady legs. He couldn't remember the last time he had drunk so much he couldn't stand the following morning. It wasn't even comfortable sitting back like he was.

When his bladder had stopped complaining, he shuffled over to the sink and leaned heavily on the fake marble counter while he tried to find his balance on his legs. While he waited for that, he peered into the mirror and checked out his reflection. There was no doubting it. He was definitely Soot, this time in the flesh. His head and hands were a more realistic size as well, losing some of the toony exaggeration of his fursuit. Long, expressive ears draped down from the top of his head, and he gave each of them a flick in turn, finding them to be quite mobile. Then he noticed the wings.

From his shoulders sprouted two wings, the main arms furred like the rest of his body. It took him a few tries, but eventually he was able to stretch them out fully, wingtips brushing against both walls. Skin stretched between the long, tapered fingerbones, making his wings look like those of a bat. He wasn't sure if he was able to fly with them, but it was pointless trying inside the confines of the bathroom.

His attention returned back to the mirror as he ran a hand over the side of his muzzle, again noticing the strangeness about his hands. This time he was able to see what was the matter. “Huh? No thumbs," he muttered, looking over his right hand while his weight wobbled on his left arm and legs. In fact, it looked less like a hand and more like... “Oh shit."

Kieran pushed back from the sink and stood on all fours, settling his wings flush against his back. His weight felt much more comfortable in that position. Of course. He had always designed Soot to be a feral dragon; it was only the fursuit that had been anthro. Was he now Soot entirely? Could he even still be Kieran when he was a feral dragon?

He grinned at his reflection in the mirror. While he had never gotten any adult art of Soot, he had always had in mind what the dragon's cock would look like. He couldn't help but wonder if his imagination had translated to his new, quite real form. Sitting back on his haunches and using his wings for balance, he glanced down between his legs. Still nothing there. Perhaps he had a slit and it was all internal?

Unfurling his wings a little more, he slowly stroked one forepaw around his crotch, hoping to find some trace of his cock and balls. His paw found a slit, but as he brushed over it the wave of pleasure that rippled through his body just didn't feel right. Frowning a little, he wiggled his fingers and pressed in, a burning blush forming on his cheeks. There was no cock in there.

His head snapped up and he stared at his shocked face in the mirror. He wasn't Kieran anymore. He was Soot. Soot the dragoness. Wings slowly returned to his back as he took that in.

He just sat there in numb shock. His paws stayed solidly by his side, idly stroking the base of his tail. It wasn't until someone knocked at the door did he realise how long he had been still for.

“Hey Soot, you alright in there? We're all kinda busting for a piss out here and waiting for you to come out," Stephen said. He sounded groggy.

“Yeah, I'll be right out," Soot replied. Out of habit, he tried to stand up on his hind legs again, only to topple down onto all fours again, wings flared to catch his fall. He nosed open the door, finding himself face to face with Stephen. He got a pat on the muzzle as he stepped out of the bathroom, but otherwise his friend gave no reaction to his altered appearance. Was it a hangover-induced ignorance, or was this considered normal to everyone already?

Draping himself over the bed, Soot waited until the three humans had attended to their morning business. The small kettle was soon put on as Anthony started to prepare coffees for the four of them. As they all began to wake up, conversation progressed from tired grunts to more meaningful words as plans for breakfast were considered.

Soot could barely think about any of that. It wasn't hunger that was burning at his mind, but something a little lower down. There was a growing need deep within him, an itch that needed to be sated inside his new vagina. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Shifting his position slightly on the bed, Soot glanced around to make sure the other three were all distracted, before curling his tail up and gently rubbing the tip between his hind legs. He had to work hard to keep his mouth closed, staying silent went he wanted to moan as a tingle of pleasure rippled through his limbs.

He rubbed again, feeling a small trickle of wetness on the fluffy tip of his tail. He closed his eyes and sighed, before flicking his ears as he realised that the room had fallen quite silent.

“Uh, Soot?" Ben asked. “What are you doing?"

The dragon clambered up fully onto the bed, turning around so his hindquarters were out of everyone's view. He flicked his tail and felt like sheltering behind his wings. His long, drooping ears covered his face. “Nothing," he squeaked. He could tell denial was futile.

Before he could even react, Anthony and Stephen had jumped him, rolling him over onto his back and pinning his forelegs down. As much as Soot struggled, he was still too clumsy and awkward in his new body to effectively fight back, his wings trapped beneath his body as well. Then he felt a hand stroking over his crotch. All resistance drained out of him at once, and his head rested back against the pillow. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could hold it back.

“What's this?" Ben asked. Soot wasn't sure if the tone was one of curiosity or teasing. It certainly made him blush more, a reaction that didn't go unnoticed from the other two pinning him down.

“He likes that, do it again," Stephen encouraged.

Soot could only close his eyes and clench his paws. His body felt so weak as his limbs were pinned beneath the three humans. He trembled and let off a light growl as Ben's fingers probed a little deeper inside his wet pussy.

“Feels weird," Ben said. He withdrew his fingers far too soon, leaving Soot's pussy desperate for more attention. The dragon's tail tip curled up as his hindpaw weakly pushed at his boyfriend's chest.

“Think how I feel," Soot stammered, still trying to squirm free from the grip around his forelegs. Without Ben's fingers down there, his pussy was aching with a burning need, desperate to be filled. It was such an alien feeling for him, the craving need to be filled. He had only ever topped before, but now was an entirely new experience.

“Do you want her first, Ben?" Stephen asked. Soot's ears pinned back at being called her. He wasn't... he was male, despite the evidence to the contrary, surely? Just because he was a dragoness...

Ben shook his head as he shuffled back from the dragoness. Soot's hindlegs were only free for a moment before Anthony took Ben's place. The human had only dressed as far as his underwear, and judging from the bulge at the front it was clear what his intentions were.

Soot couldn't help but lick his lips as he craned his neck to look down at his friend, and particularly at his bulging underwear. Even with only one person holding him down, Soot was still pinned in place.

“You want this?" Anthony asked as he started to slide out of his underwear.

Soot could only nod and whimper, wrapping the tip of his tail around Anthony's chest as the human teased his cock over the dragoness' needy slit. The dragoness bucked his hips and curled his toes as Stephen kept pressing down on his shoulders. He needed more, needed to feel that cock buried deep inside him.

Finally, Anthony obliged by sliding the tip of his uncut cock into his waiting pussy. Just the first inch. Then he paused, resting his hands on Soot's belly and watching the dragoness squirm beneath him.

“Oh come on, please," Soot pleaded, curling his tail around Anthony and trying to pull him in closer.

Anthony just smiled and dragged his fingers through the dragoness' course fur. At the same time, Stephen started to stroke his ears. Soot found that was another very sensitive area, and he relaxed even further beneath the ministrations of the two humans. He couldn't hear where he boyfriend was, but he assumed Ben was watching on from the other bed.

After teasing his slit a little longer, Anthony finally pushed his full length inside the moaning dragoness. Soot's slit was tight and wet, clenching around the human's shaft and making the dragoness throw his head back into Stephen's chest.

Anthony was so slow, teasing the dragoness with a series of gradual, gentle thrusts into his new pussy. Soot whimpered and tried to push his hindlegs up, desperate to increase the pace and ease the building need within him. He had never bottomed before, but now he just wanted to feel that cock buried deep. But there was another desire growing. Just because he didn't have a cock of his own, why should he be lying back and relying on the humans for his pleasure?

At last, Soot's shoulders were freed as Stephen moved back a little further on the bed. Immediately, Soot took his chance. He sat up and wrapped his forelegs around Anthony, twisting and pushing the human back at the same time. Anthony fell back with a surprised squawk, landing on his back with the dragoness now on top of him.

Soot grinned down at the human, placing his forepaw on his shoulder as he started to undulate his hips. “My turn," he said, squeezing Anthony's shoulder with his paw to get a good grip on him. With his attention solely on the human below him, he was only aware of Stephen getting up by the shifting weight on the mattress. He had his 'prey'.

If Anthony had any protests, they soon disappeared as the dragoness started to ride him, clenching and squeezing around the human's cock. To the dragoness, it felt amazing. He could feel the cock sliding deep, rubbing over his clit and providing blissful sensation tingling through his entire body.

He felt amazing. He was... she was. She was a dragoness. Strong, powerful, feminine. Dominant. She felt like biting into the human's shoulder, but Anthony's skin was weak and vulnerable. The dragoness settled with nuzzling into his soft flesh instead, wrapping her forelegs around the human and keeping him pressed to her furred chest.

Soot could hear Anthony's muffled cries and moans. She felt like making some of her own, but instead she kept her muzzle pressed into the human's shoulder and remained quiet, but for the soft huffing of her breath.

That soon changed to a growl as she could feel Anthony starting to thrust back into her movements, his breathing sounding rushed and desperate. He was close to the edge, but Soot could only feel her pleasure and need growing ever most insistent. Her pussy clenched a little around the human's shaft as it started to twitch. His hands gripped into the dragoness, fingers entwined with her fur as he filled Soot with his seed.

The human whimpered as Soot stayed on top of him for a few seconds longer, still rubbing and grinding against his spent cock. She then lifted up off him, letting a little cum trickle down from her fur and back onto his crotch.

Anthony groaned and rubbed his hands over his face as the dragoness let him go, dropping back down onto the mattress. He was useless to the dragoness now, and her eyes took on a predatory gleam as she looked to the other bed. Both other males were sat there, watching with their nude erections already sitting proud.

Before either could react, Soot had jumped across to the second bed. Stephen had been closer to her, and it was he who was pinned beneath her paws this time. This time, it wasn't the human's cock the dragoness wanted. It was his tongue. Grabbing Stephen's head with one forepaw, she roughly pushed him back so his face was pressed against her pussy.

Stephen didn't need any further encouragement, as his tongue flicked out against Soot's pussy, wet with her arousal and the human's boyfriend's cum. Keeping him down there, Soot reached out with her other forepaw and dragged Ben closer. She pressed her muzzle against Ben's mouth, her long tongue flicking out and pushing between the human's lips. She growled in lust as Stephen's tongue pleasured her. Her claws left small marks on her boyfriend's back as they kneaded into his soft flesh.

The tongue at her pussy felt inexperienced at pleasuring a female, not quite finding all the right spots like Anthony's cock had. Out of instinct, her hips thrust forward as though she was trying to bury her non-existent cock deep inside Stephen's throat. The lack of increased pleasure only made her growl into Ben's mouth.

Stephen responded to her growls and thrusts. His hands brushed through Soot's fur as he tried to reposition himself against her. The dragoness could feel his breath against her crotch as he worked, teasing her more, but that tongue was always insufficient. He just didn't know what to do with it.

Pulling away from Ben's mouth, Soot snarled and flicked Stephen with her tail. She released his head and pushed him aside, before lying down on her back, wings spread wide. With her tail, she coaxed Ben forward, her forepaws wrapping around his back again.

“Your turn," she whispered, baring her teeth as she smiled at her boyfriend. The tip of her tail stroked over the human's cock, making him whimper with need.

Slowly, Soot pulled Ben in closer until his shaft was rubbing against her pussy. She could feel his thick foreskin slide back and forth as it teased over her wet, slick labia. After Stephen's tongue and Anthony's cum, it was easy for Ben's cock to ease in to her hot depths. This time felt different, the dragoness could feel that already.

His boyfriend's cock was a little bit wider than Anthony's, just stretching her out enough to fully pleasure all those little sensitive spots. With her forepaws resting on his shoulders, and her hindlegs and tail wrapped around his body, the two moved in perfect sync with each other. His moans added to her pleasured growls.

Eyes closed, the two gyrated together, making the bed creak beneath their movements. Somewhere to the side, Anthony helped Stephen finish as well, but neither Soot nor Ben had any awareness of that. All they had was each other, and the dragoness' tight pussy clenching around the human's shaft.

This time, Soot was the one who didn't last long. She threw her head back and howled as she experienced her first feminine orgasm, feeling so much more intense and long-lasting than anything else she had experienced before. She could feel it in every nerve ending, radiating out from her crotch. She pulled down hard on Ben's shoulders, pulling him into her chest as she hugged him tight, feeling his last few thrusts into her pussy before she could feel his cum flooding her as well.

Ben's muffled pants into her fur sounded adorable to the dragoness, and she carefully stroked her paws down his back. When he eventually pulled back and withdrew his cock, his face was beetroot red.

“T-that was amazing," Ben stammered as he looked down at his dragoness.

Soot flicked an ear and smirked. “I think I could get used to it." She rolled over onto her belly and folded her wings up. Her head snaked out to dip down between Ben's legs and she encircled his wet cock with her tongue. He shuddered as she cleaned him, hands gripping at her ears for a moment.

“Gods," Ben breathed as she finished.

“Almost ready to go again," Soot said. She licked her lips, getting a good taste of the familiar flavour of her boyfriend's seed, but mixed in with something new and slightly spicy. Judging from Ben's weak chuckle, he assumed she was joking. The glint in her eye and the paw on his chest to push him down proved him wrong.

She was a dragoness, and she had a need to sate...