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An Immune...Dragoness? For Torin By Draconicon

Torin was just about at the epicenter of the big burst of light when it went off, and he blinked when he realized that everyone around him had gone completely frazzle-faced. Everyone else had glazed eyes, hard cocks, and looked like they'd been hit with some sort of lusty Cupid's arrow, while he was just as normal as ever.

The gold dragon walked over to one such person, a wolf with a giddy grin, and poked him on the cheek a few times.

"Uh, hello? Are you okay?"

"Hee hee...pretty dragoness..."

"Hey, I'm just having a big butt day! I'm not a dragoness."

"Pretty pretty dragoness..."

"Hmmph!"

He snorted, turning around and turning his back on the wolf. He got a few more catcalls as he left the exploded area, always talking about him as some sort of female rather than anything else. Torin shook his head as he walked out of the construction yard, leaving all those zonked-out males to their own devices.

As he left the construction yard and walked down the street, though, he kept seeing other weird things. There were other males that he passed by that whistled at him, calling out about the fat-assed dragoness strutting herself. Even when he shouted back that he was a dragon, all he got were smirking grins and a 'yeah, sure' expression that just enraged him. He got no less than a dozen of them in the three blocks from the construction yard to his house, and by then, he had steam coming out of his ears.

Not literally, of course. That was last week's potion power. But it still felt like it!

He flomped down on the couch, only for it to crack and break beneath him. He fell to the ground, looked around, and flomped again, not caring enough to get up.

Stupid couch, stupid day, stupid blind people. Gotta be blind. I'm a dragon, not a dragoness. Would a dragoness have this?

He looked down, lifting one hind leg to show off his sheath to himself. Just as big and bloated as ever, and not in the least shrunken. He lowered his leg again, shaking his head. What as going on?

Maybe Kilian would have an answer, he thought. The blue dragon was probably out in the backyard picking up potion ingredients at the moment, and wouldn't be so busy that he couldn't be interrupted.

And no interruptions meant a much happier Kilian. Probably he'd explain everything and everyone would be happy again.

Going from mopey to happy in the space of about three seconds, Torin pulled himself to his feet and made his way towards the backdoor.

Kilian was in the very back of the backyard, pressed up against one of the fences and rooting around with a trowel in his tail. The big blue dragon had about three different plants in hand, and another two that were just getting put out on a tray when Torin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, Kilian!"

The resulting shower of dirt and plants left him in a dire need of a bath, and also had the big blue turning on him with the biggest glare he'd seen in a while. It softened, however, as soon as he looked him in the eye.

"What the hell...when did you drink a gender shifting potion?"

"Why is everyone saying that?"

"Because you're a dragoness...and a very sexy one at that."

"That's what everyone -"

He broke off as Kilian sat back, the big blue spreading his hind legs a bit, just enough to let his sheath fall out into view. Torin looked down at it, blushing as he felt a hunger in the back of his mouth for the hefty piece of meat, but...but he had to talk, had to explain.

"I...I was walking home, and -"

"Yeah, yeah, you can tell me this later. How about you suck my dick now?"

"But-but I need -"

His head was already lowering, despite his best attempts to hold back. He grunted as his lips pressed against the other feral's sheath, his mouth ground against the end of it. A powerful musk filled his nose, and he shivered as he was dragged up towards the tip.

He couldn't stop himself. He just started sucking as soon as the cock tip pressed against his mouth, pulling it into the back of his mouth and slowly bobbing his head up and down, lewd little suck-suck sounds slipping past his lips as the other dragon groaned for him.

"Heh, mmmph...I don't know what happened, but this new look has an even better mouth than the last one."

"Mmmph!"

"Oh don't worry. We'll talk about it...after..."

He got his head bobbed up and down again and again, taking the entirety of that thick cock down his throat before Kilian finally let him loose. Torin gasped, coughing, as the blue circled around him.

"Can...can I talk now?"

"Almost. Just, uh, push yourself over this way."

Torin followed the bigger dragon's orders, figuring that there was some way that he could talk so he could be better heard. He was positioned with his head towards the fence, and before he could say anything, Kilian leaped on and slammed forward again. Torin yelped, his head shoved forward -

Crack!

And suddenly, he was stuck. His head was on one side of the fence, his body was on the other, and his horns were positioned just so that he couldn't wiggled his head back.

All the while, Kilian was hammering away at his rump, ramming him forward and backward, his body jiggling in the rear with every rough smack. He moaned and whimpered, his ass clenching down on that thick cock, and he felt his own starting to throb and extend, pushing forward until it was fully hard.

As he started dripping, he heard a different chuckle, and looked forward again.

He recognized the pair of dragons in front of him. One of them was Necross, the friend that came by every so often, and the other was Havok, a friend of Draconicon's that he'd met a little while ago. But why were they looking at him with smirks like that.

"Hi guys. Uh, sorry about the head through the fence thing."

"Oh, I don't think you need to apologize, Torin," Necross said, chuckling. "I mean, it's like a perfect little gloryhole."

"...What?"

"Wouldn't you say so, Havok?"

"Yeah. Pretty surprising, really. I mean, you'd think you'd keep a slut like that behind all the closed doors you could, not put them out on public display."

"Yeah, she's just begging to be used."

"I'm a HE!" Torin protested.

Necross shook his head.

"Yeah, I'm not all that attracted to ladies, but there is something about that muzzle of yours..."

"Well, if you're not going to use her, Necross, I'm going to. Drac locked me in chastity unless someone else helps me out, so I'm going to take advantage."

"Wha-wait, please, I can't -"

Yet, just like with Kilian, he found that he most definitely could. He was suddenly shoved down a thick cock, paler than Kilian's as he sucked Havok off. The other dragon had his cock out, slowly stroking it to the show, but for some reason, Torin couldn't just spit the cock out or pull his head back. It was like...like some compulsion to keep on sucking.

And it didn't help that Kilian was hammering away the way that he was, always pounding in just the right places to get him to moan, getting him to shiver. Torin panted, his cock drooling against the fence, and the blue dragon behind him chuckled.

"Looks like this little dragoness is getting really wet from being used."

"She's definitely sucking harder."

"Yeah, looks like she's just about in heat."

She, she, she. What was all that about? He was Torin, a male dragon, not a dragoness that was just waiting for dicks.

Yet, all he could do was take the ones that he was offered. Havok didn't last long, blowing down his throat after face-fucking him for a few minutes, while Necross lasted a great deal longer, pumping musk into his nose as much as he pumped pre down his throat.

It pushed him into a sort of sleepy, almost trance-like state, too lusty and lust-drunk to care what happened, and he slipped away on wings of lust...

_So many cocks. Ten, twenty, thirty of them in just over two hours, some of them fucking down his throat from outside, fingers digging into the fence, while others hopped it and decided to use his ass. Talking about how warm his pussy was, how slick and eager it was, with all that seed oozing out.

Dragons, demons, alligators, crocodiles, a couple of birds. He didn't know who they were, or what they wanted, only that they had cock for the dragoness. He didn't know who the dragoness was, either, but he was happy to service them while they kept looking._

Cock after cock after cock. His hole felt wrecked, and his face was soaked...but he was happy...

Torin woke up again after the sun went down, and realized that the board his head was stuck through had finally been removed from the fence. He grinned, and turned towards the house, humming as he walked towards the open backdoor -

THWACK!

Only for the board to get caught, keeping him from walking through. Backwards, forward -

THWACK! Thwack. Thwack....THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!

"Kilian! Help!"

"Alright, alright, you slutty dragoness..."

The End