Gold Standard Slut
Why, oh why, can't FA: Torin13 actually pay attention to what people says? Well, kind of a good thing he doesn't, or we wouldn't have stories like this.
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Gold Standard Slut For Torin By Draconicon
"But Kilian -"
"I said, no. I'm getting things ready for a show this weekend, and it's important. So keep your nose out of the kitchen."
"But - eep!"
The golden dragon barely avoided having his head caught in the doorway as the bigger blue dragon slammed it shut. Tails were dangerous like that, always whipping around where there was no choice to see them. He backpedaled quickly, only to jam his own tail into one of the speaker stands by the tv. By the time he disentangled himself from that, he could see the tell-tale bars slammed down on the other side of the kitchen door, and knew that there'd be no getting in through there.
Torin sighed as he flopped down on the couch, his tail twitching back and forth behind him like a metronome. The feral dragon just wanted to play, just wanted to be part of the potion making. It couldn't be that hard, if a stuffed-up, puffed-up dragon like Kilian could do it.
I bet some of that stuff would be awesome, too. Make me like a rainbow, or invisible! Heck, I bet it'd even make me a super dragon.
All of them were little childish thoughts, even he could admit that, but that didn't stop them from being fun. He giggled, imagining a whole row of different potions, each one giving a different superpower for a little while, letting him turn into all sorts of Super Torins. He wiggled his hips, imagining leaping over huge forests, or climbing up huge buildings, or, or getting the drop on Kilian and beating him for a change.
Heh. Particularly that last one.
He built it up so much in his head that he convinced himself that there had to be something in there, something that he could use. The golden dragon pulled himself off of the couch with a decisive nod. Yes, there were potions in there, and since he was a full-paying member of the house, he was entitled to a couple of them. He just had to be smart enough to get in there.
Slinking out of the living room, Torin made his way to the front door and carefully unlocked it with a forepaw. He slipped outside with a surprising lack of incident, not even falling down the front steps for once, and walked around the house. This time, he was particularly careful to look out for the lawn statues that the other dragon liked to put out.
He didn't know why Kilian liked garden gnomes so much, but they were the bane of his existence. At least, in the backyard. Their little pointed hats always stabbed him in his paws, and he swore he'd broken at least a few dozen over the last week alone.
Maybe they're his special guards, he thought, and he gave the red and blue hatted creatures a special glare in return.
Summoning all his sneaky sneakiness, the golden dragon slithered between the army of gnomes, making his way to the kitchen window. He sloooowly pulled his head up, resisting the temptation to make submarine sounds on the way.
He kept just his eyes over the windowsill, watching Kilian as the bigger blue dragon stirred several different vials together over the stove. It was like watching someone cooking, except cooler. So many different-colored puffs of steam rose through the air, making the kitchen look like a tye-dye mess.
He liked it.
Now, just step away so I can become Super Torin!
When Kilian turned away from the stove right at that moment, the golden dragon's eyes went wide. He grinned, giggling as the big blue left the room.
I must already have powers! Super mind control! Yay, me!
But he knew he wouldn't have much time, not with Kilian still leaving all the potions bubbling away. Lifting the window up with the tip of his tail, Torin slid over the sink and into the kitchen proper, already on the hunt for the best potion. After all, if he was going to be Super Torin, he should do the best one first.
Unfortunately, most of the potion vials were already emptied, or put back behind locked doors. Despite his new mind control abilities - which were awesome! - he didn't think he could unlock those, and he didn't think Kilian would listen when he got back, either.
Buuuuuuuuut...
There was one still left, a golden potion that looked just like his scales. Torin grinned as he lifted himself up on the counter, resting his forepaws on either side of the vial. It even glowed, like it was calling for him.
"Awww, he must be making it for my birthday! That's why he's been so pushy about me not being in here."
Ignoring the inconvenient fact that his birthday was more than four months off, Torin twisted his head to the side and slowly dragged the cork out of the opening. He spat it off to the other side of the room before leaning forward, wrapping his lips around the vial top, and tilting his head back.
Golden goo ran over his tongue, and it tasted amazing. He grinned, humming and bobbing his head to the side, his tail thrashing around happily as he guzzled down the potion.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday Super Torin, happy birthday to -
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
With a spit-take that would go down in history, Torin sputtered out a tiny mouthful of the potion as he fell backwards. He cracked his back against the island in the middle of the kitchen before rolling over it, slamming down on the floor. He started running towards the door, but Kilian was already there, heading him off. The blue dragon was growling loudly, and no matter how much Torin thought at him to leave, the bigger dragon didn't stop advancing on him.
Dang it! Stupid bargain powers!
"Uh, hi, Kilian..."
"What...did...you...do?!"
"I just drank your birthday gift to me."
"It wasn't a birthday gift!"
"Are you sure it wasn't a birthday gift? I mean, it was exactly my scale color, and I know you like to surprise me, and -"
"I told you! It was for a show and...oh god, you didn't drink it all, did you?"
"Well...all but a mouthful. But I thought -"
"Oh gods, no..."
"Why -"
Torin hunched over before he could finish the question, a sudden tugging in his guts hitting him hard. He gasped as he felt a moment of pain before a sudden surge of utter, impossible need. His tail shot up fast enough to put a small hole in the ceiling, and his ass went up with it, and he felt every little current of air that swept around against his hole. Gasping, he looked up at Kilian.
"What...what was...oh gods..."
"That was...supposed to be for a dragoness...she wanted to put on a show, while she was in heat."
"Then why - ah! So hot...need..."
"I don't know...but it wasn't meant for a...a male..."
Torin didn't know why Kilian was breaking off, but he knew what he saw between the other dragon's legs. Slowly, too slowly, it was growing out of its sheath, almost like the big blue was trying to hold it back.
Normally, Torin would have ignored it...but the heat...
Need...need inside...
The dragon turned around, lifting his golden hindquarters up for the blue to see. He could feel his hole puckering, twitching like mad, begging to be filled...and the air smelled different, too. He couldn't tell how, couldn't tell why, but god, it did. It made his own cock throb, like he was reacting to it.
Kilian only resisted for a moment before leaping forward, and Torin screamed in relief as he felt that thick, fat cock slamming deep into him. He was almost knocked off his feet, but something in him gave him the stamina to keep standing at that sudden assault on his ass. In and out, that thick cock went, opening him wide, spreading his tight hole open.
As Kilian's hindclaws shredded the kitchen tile, the golden dragon felt some small sense of relief. Every time he felt the slight splash of pre shooting into him, it seemed to sooth the heat building up inside of his ass. Every time that cock went deep, squirting further in, it soothed it a bit more.
Not that Kilian was helping out of the goodness of his heart. The big dragon was growling worse than usual, angry, panting.
"You stupid little whore! You just want to get fucked all the time. Is this why you keep ignoring me? You keep pissing me off so you can get your ass fucked into the ground? Well, you're going to get it this time. I'm going to fuck you right into the basement, you loose-assed little cum-guzzler!"
Far angrier, but fucking far harder, as well. In his half-zonked state, Torin thought that was a fair trade.
He giggled as the other dragon kept shouting at him, only caring that that cock, and all that cum, kept sliding into him.
Four weeks later...
"Nnnngh. Kiliaaaaaaaaan!"
"You got yourself into this."
"I can't get uuuuuuuup!"
"Just roll over. You can do it."
The golden dragon grumbled. Easy for the big blue to say. He wasn't pregnant. Throwing himself to the side, the golden dragon eventually got his legs under him, but it was much more of a struggle than it used to be. His belly, swollen and hanging way down, almost reached the ground even while he was on tiptoes. In another few days, it'd be dragging on the ground as he walked around.
After that...
Well, he'd better hope that the heat pheromones continued; otherwise he'd be bored out of his mind, laying around the place without any relief. He sighed, waddling down to the kitchen.
"Can I get some breakfast?"
"Coming right up, Super Slut."
"It's Super Torin!"
"With the powers of Super Slut."
"...bleh."
The End