Getting Back to Work
#13 of Perfecting the Princes
Chris goes to offer Engy some plans for getting stuff done, but he realizes that the master is busy...but has left a cock milker out.
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Getting Back to Work
For Engy
By Draconicon
Chris was still getting used to having his brain back. It wasn't that he had been entirely stupid before, but there were too many occasions where he had been leashed to do what the master wanted whether or not it was a good idea, and now...now most of those were gone. Not all, but enough of them to allow him to see all kinds of opportunities. He could do so much for the yellow dragon, from bringing him sluts that would already be conditioned to adore him to showing him off to the adoring public that he so clearly wanted. They could take over entire neighborhoods of this city, and then turn them to serving the yellow dragon first, like he was their Duke or more beneath the black dragon.
There were a hundred ways that they could boost his pride and notoriety, and provided that his master allowed it, he would go through with it. Chris just had to get the plans approved first, and that...
That was the hard part.
The changeling sat at his new desk a few dozen floors down from the master's penthouse, borrowing some of the civil authority's paperwork and desk resources. They weren't the most pleased about having to share that with him, but considering that his green eyes were just as good at ever at convincing them to get the hell out of his way and let him get on with his work, they weren't a problem. He had sent them off and made sure they'd leave him alone, and he'd gotten to putting his plans to proper proposal form.
One never expects certain talents to be useful...
Having to be a proper monarch, he knew all too well how to file paperwork, and he had a dozen plans already put together for his master's eyes. Two would convert the waterworks of a neighborhood to a slime-style thing that ate up all the waste and would begin tentacle conversion of the residents of those neighborhoods, gradually converting them to the species of the master's choice. One of them would bring in a herd of horses for entertainment while slowly beginning an equine overhaul of a part of the city. Yet another would start shifting out chicken eggs in the supermarket for dragon eggs, which would eventually cause a mass shift to the scaly among the people in the city, and -
And there were so many others that Chris had come up with over the last day and a half, but there was one big problem getting in the way of his further write-ups. He was horny.
It wasn't that he was ever entirely satisfied, which was even more annoying. He had been low-key horny ever since he'd been turned into a male, and that never went away even when the master fucked his lights out. However, it did go down to a lower level than it was currently at, and he knew that he wasn't going to get any more work done without at least getting some relief.
"...Well, twelve will do. For a start."
Chris gathered up all the paperwork and headed up the tower again. The skyscraper probably shouldn't have let him into the upper levels, but it did, and he turned down to the master's penthouse. There were a number of kobolds waiting outside, but they cleared out of the way as he pushed the door open and stepped past them.
In the master's penthouse, things had moved around. Rather than the usual alchemy station near the front door, he had a massive workbench hanging from the ceiling, and on it, dangling down right at crotch-height, was a milker. A cock milker, to be precise, with a tube at the far end that looked like it was meant for sucking away anything that got blasted into it, and it positively hummed with magic.
Chris took the time to walk past it and put his proposals on a nightstand before coming back to it. As usual, the master had left no commands or instructions around it, and the gears and workings on the side made it clear that it wasn't quite finished yet. He didn't know how to read the spells that were clearly being attached to it, nor how to figure out the enchantments that were on it, but it still looked like it was clearly meant to function as a breeding tube for stallions and other males.
He knelt down to get a better look at it. The color was a deep purple - something he approved of, thinking of that bratty Twilight - and the opening could have been an asshole or a very tight pussy. It was hard to tell just which the dragon was going for just yet, but he supposed that the master would figure it out eventually. Two tubes on either side looked like they fed it with lube, and the whole thing was lined with spell-marks that were glowing bright enough to make it clear that they were real.
More to the point, it was clearly meant for big cocks. Or, perhaps, knowing the master, it was meant for making big cocks. The whole tube was nearly two feet long, which would be wasted on anything smaller than ten inches, and even that was barely enough to justify something that was this long.
"Heh...master's experimenting again."
Shaking his head, Chris got to his feet. The changeling reached down to his cock, fondling the mostly-hard shaft as he considered. It was all but guaranteed to be a trap, something meant to fuck with the cock of whoever decided to give it a try, but maybe it'd be something interesting. At the very least, it would get him off. The master was never one for chastity; if he wanted someone to get off, they got off a few hundred times in a day, but he was never one for making them hold back.
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered.
Tapping the thick head of his cock against the end of the toy, he could immediately feel the tingle of the magic running through it. He slathered up his cock from the lube that started dripping out almost immediately, and then plunged in.
"Mmmph...hoo...hooo boy..."
He had to hold still for a moment after hilting with the toy. The magic was already making it conform to a different shape, and not necessarily one that was meant to be exactly like his dick. It was almost like...like the way that he imagined Twilight's holes would feel around his cock, and he growled deep in his throat, the stallion finding that fantasy all too appealing as he imagined pushing that bitch down to the ground. Newly stallion or not, that little alicorn would learn where they really belonged.
He thrust forward, grinding his balls against the bottom of the toy, feeling it sucking his cock right down to the base and making it a little hard to pull out. Not impossible, but definitely more challenging, forcing him to really tug back before ramming his cock back down the tunnel.
Oh, it definitely felt like it belonged to someone else, someone that he needed to fuck hard, someone that he hoped that his master would let him break. The things that he would do to Twilight if he ever got his hands on that little slut...
I'm better than I was, you little...I'm going to...I'm gonna...
He groaned, overwhelmed by his own rising libido. He thrust away, each rutting, hilting motion driving his cock all the way in, feeling the tube pressing against his crotch and his balls bumping against it. The sheer sucking feeling that it put on his cock made it all the better, and he leaned forward, watching as the slime oozing from the tip of his cock was already being sucked away from him by the far end of the milker.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
The feeling of it sucking away was like a blowjob getting tossed in on top of the breeding machine. Oh, fuck that felt good. In, out, in, out, fighting his pulling back and rewarding every thrust forward. The churning, swirling feeling of all that goo in the toy was driving him crazy in the best of ways, and he moaned as he lowered his head and just thrust away like a rutting stallion.
Plap, plap, plap went his soaked crotch against the front of the tube, and every time that he pulled back, he felt that satisfaction getting just a bit closer. He fucked that tube as he imagined fucking Twilight, the thought of that purple mare-stallion-whatever under him driving him right up the wall. He moaned, tongue hanging out as he imagined every thrust bottoming out in that little troublemaker, teaching that alicorn a lesson, wrecking their holes and leaving them utterly broken under him.
In a good way.
For the master.
He had to respect the hierarchy, after all, but still, such a hot thought. In, out, in, out, each one making him moan that much more, closing his eyes tightly as the tingling feeling of the tube started to go down. Down, right to his -
Balls. Big balls. Growing balls.
Heh...of course...
He should have guessed that the master would have made it so the tube made the balls grow. That was just what he did. Chris kept humping regardless, knowing that his orgasm was right around the corner. Even as the tingling went right down to his balls, even as he felt them swaying more with each passing thrust, he was too focused on how close he was to cumming. Forward, back, in, out, forward, back, in, out.
He panted, his balls dangling further and further down, sliding between his thighs until they were too big and were just pinned to the front of them. In, out, in, out, in -
"MMMPH!"
Finally, the sucking, wet, synthetic hole pulled him over the edge. He held himself pressed against the toy, cumming right then and there, and he leaned forward over it as he kept on cumming. His balls were too heavy to properly rise, and so he just rested there, letting them drip and squirt, drip and squirt until they were done. Long lines of white were drawn out of the tube on the other side, milked away.
Panting for breath, he leaned back slowly, dragging his cock out of the tube. True to form, it had made his cock bigger. Not much bigger, only about two inches or so - something he could have done to himself - but the throbbing balls just beneath it were definitely bigger. They'd been somewhere between egg and fist size before, and now, they were between fist and double-fist size.
Well, the master's gonna like looking at those later. Maybe they'll be a good sweetener for some of the plans...
The End
Summary: Chris goes to offer Engy some plans for getting stuff done, but he realizes that the master is busy...but has left a cock milker out.
Tags: M/solo, Chrysalis Rule 63, Changeling, Stallion, Submissive, Cock Milker, Orgasm, Cum, Milking, Ball Growth, Magic,