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Open-Minded Body For Torin By Draconicon

Torin grumbled as he walked out of the house, shaking his head as he felt cum drooling down from his ass and his face. He wanted to wipe it clean, but Kilian had told him that it'd serve as advertising. When he asked for what...

The gold dragon blushed as he walked off of the property, making his way onto the sidewalk and then heading down the street towards the busier part of downtown. It wasn't so easy when he kept getting red-faced looks whenever people turned to stare at him, but he couldn't exactly stop.

A dragoness like you should be selling herself on the street, Kilian had told him. He hated the fact that his roommate still saw him as a dragoness, but it was weird how it just had...stuck like this. The whole idea was so stupid, to the point where he almost thought that it was some sort of joke the way that the older, blue dragon kept telling him that he was a dragoness. Trying to wind him up or something.

Then Necross had come by, and had insisted he was just a slutty dragoness.

Then Draconicon.

And then dozens of others, all looking for a chance to drop their loads in his ass or in his mouth, or...well, somewhere. He wasn't entirely sure where all of them had ended up, nor was he quite sure that he wanted to know.

He did know that his hindlegs were soaked on the way to the south side of downtown, his thighs getting soaked in the seed that was slowly oozing out of his backdoor. Torin blushed a bit as he made his way across the street, feeling some of it soaking into his hind paws and leaving little footprints behind him. He couldn't get away from it, no matter how hard he tried.

However, despite a series of catcalls and other lewd comments, Torin made his way to the seedier part of the city. He hadn't been here alone after night before, so it was...rather different to him.

Scaletown sure is different when the sun goes down, he thought as he looked around the businesses. Most of them were closed, but a couple of them were lit up in neon, showing scantily-clad lizards in the windows and promises of more further back. He wasn't sure what more would be like - after all, wasn't the point to have them showing less? - but he wasn't here for that.

Instead, he walked over to one of the few unoccupied corners on the street and sat his butt down, looking around the passing pedestrians. Well, pedestrians and others, including a few dragonesses on four legs, waving their tails at passing cars and using their tails for much more obscene things.

He stuck out his tongue. They were kinda gross, to him.

Sell your body like a good 'ness...

"Grrr. I don't want to be doing that, Kilian. Super Torin makes money in different ways, like a real dragon."

"Heh, and what is Super Torin?"

He glanced to the side, and then upwards as he found himself staring at a pair of hard pectorals rather than at a person. His eyes eventually found those of a rather tall anthro dragon, blue as Kilian - perhaps a little lighter - and with a rather hefty set of muscles to him. Not that dressed, either, just wearing a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of jeans, if that. Torin blinked.

"Uh, sorry?"

"What's Super Torin, you silly dragoness?"

"I'm not - Super Torin is me, of course!"

"Heh, that's your street name, I guess."

It was close enough to a command that Torin found himself nodding, even though it wasn't true. The blue dragon stepped in a bit closer, patting him on the back.

"Heh, so, you four-legged freak. How much does it cost?"

"How much -"

"I wanna wreck that big, fat ass of yours, and then blow a couple of loads over that pretty face. So, tell me how much."

"$150."

Torin blinked. He hadn't even been planning to say that much, or at all. He was just planning on -

The blue dragon interrupted his thoughts by pulling out a wad of cash, jamming it into the little scarf Kilian had wrapped around his neck before he'd gone out. Torin started to look down at it, only to get his head grabbed by a horn.

"Come on, pretty lady. You're going to be my bitch tonight."

"Uh...okay..."

Suddenly, he was a lot less sure about this.

His buyer - who was named Wryn, he found out - took him to one of the nearby alleys. They didn't even get that far away before he found himself getting shoved down, face against the pavement, and his ass lifted up high.

"Mmm, look at that slutty 'ness ass."

"Not a dragoness!"

"Really? Do you think any dragons would have a nice fat poundable ass like this?"

The spank that followed left him blushing, particularly as his ass jiggled up and down from the smack. He didn't remember it doing that before, but...but maybe he was putting on a few pounds. Yeah, that was it.

He blushed as he felt the big cock starting to rub against his ass, and was starting to feel rather glad that he'd get something for this. Even though cocks in his ass did feel rather nice -

"YEEP!"

He jumped as that cock tip slid right in, leaving him spread wide right from the start. He started to push back, only for Wryn to put a foot on his back and push down, hard, keeping him from squirming away.

"Ah ah, you slut. I paid for a night with a 'ness, and I'm gonna get it."

Paid for. He shivered as he felt that reminder, almost like a tingle right to his cock and through his body in general. He could feel his shaft throbbing, pushing out of its slit and getting bigger by the second, and he squirmed back and forth from the strange feeling of it...of it almost not feeling the right size.

How...

He couldn't quite pull his head around to take a look, but it did feel like it wasn't stretching as far up his belly as it normally would, particularly as Wryn started pounding at him, making his ass jiggle with every single thrust. Torin moaned despite himself, feeling his body getting used properly.

Properly?

That didn't sound right either, but he couldn't fight it. It felt proper for that cock to be deep inside of him. It felt right for it to be plunging in and out, fucking him, using his hole so rough and hard. It felt like a good thing for him to be getting paid for it. Just like a good little dragoness.

But...but I'm not a dragoness!

Torin shook his head, still trying to fight the strange ideas that were getting implanted in his mind, but the feeling of that cock fucking him so hard just felt too good. It was hard to think around that, to feel anything but pleasure as he was filled again and again, as he was given that thick dick. He sprawled out further, his ass rising higher in the air as the fuck went on. He wriggled himself from side to side, grinding back on the thick cock.

"Heh, looking for a tip, girly? I'll give you some."

There was a soft rain of dollar bills falling on his back, and Torin moaned as he felt that same tingle from before run from his dick all the way through the rest of his body. This time, he did feel it, felt his cock shrink back towards it sheath, felt his balls shrinking to a smaller size as they pulled up.

More than that, his ass started growing, getting thicker and rounder, heavier and bouncier with each passing second. Now he could feel the weight of the cheeks, feel them lifting and lowering, bouncing up and down every time that Wryn slammed in.

Weakly, Torin pulled himself to all fours again, and looked down. His cock was definitely smaller, pulled back more than halfway compared to what it had been before. So many inches had been lost, and nothing had replaced them.

And...and he was smaller, too.

Normally, he was about five feet tall at the shoulder, but he couldn't be more than four and a half feet now, and not nearly as long as he used to be, either. Looking down his back, he could see that he'd become narrower, as well, save for the wider hips and the thicker...butt...

I look like a dragoness! Super Torin doesn't want this super power, no, nope, definitely don't want it.

He blushed as he wriggled, but there was no getting free as the blue dragon kept hammering at him, fucking him good and hard. Wryn was slowly getting faster when he heard another set of footsteps coming down the alley. Whimpering, Torin looked.

Two more dragons, just as big, walked in. The green one stared, while the red one chuckled.

"Heh, what's this? A little whore turning tricks?"

"Hey, guys. I told you I'd find us some entertainment for the sports team."

"Yeah, didn't think you'd nab a 'ness. Think she's got some room for my dick back there?"

"I dunno, Paul. How about you ask?"

"Alright, 'ness. Tell me how much for a blowjob."

"$50," Torin said before he could stop himself. The money was soon tucked into his scarf, and his mouth was wide open around another dick.

And all the while, his body kept shifting...shrinking...feminizing....

The End