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Namiya runs a very special bar where the dragon milk comes from actual dragons. When Elliot and Veruke enter after a long day of travel, they're looking to get some R&R. Soon, only one drink can satisfy them: the thick, salty, sweet, and tangy Rejuvenating Dragon Cream Special. Ignoring the barkeep's warnings, they share a whole pitcher of the stuff and start gaining scales and tails. From drinking and carrying on to becoming that night's entertainment, Elliot and Veruke have the best night of their lives.

(To write this story, I teamed up with my boyfriend, Secretskunk. The initial idea was from one of our brainstorming sessions.)

Preview - Namiya's Dragon Milk Bar by Zmeydros and Secretskunk (Edited by Tiliquain)

The most recent incident that occurred within the walls of my bar happened on a calm sunny Saturday evening. It had been a while since I'd had patrons who'd never heard of my establishment and I was quite bored. The problem was that people who'd heard tales about me and my bar were prepared to push back against the allure of my most special drinks and sip them responsibly. I didn't want responsible patrons, though, I wanted irresponsible ones that would accept the unique gifts I gave them graciously. Sure, I got plenty of people who came in knowing what they were getting into and wanted to become something more than their boring human selves, but that wasn't nearly as much fun.

What I desired the most walked in my door that Saturday evening in the form of Veruke and Elliot.

Elliot was stout and strong with a blonde beard and brown eyes. The slump in his shoulders only abated whenever he was looking in his lover's eyes.

Veruke's black curls were so regular, so perfect, that they grabbed more attention than her sharp face and button nose. She was leaning against Elliot's side, letting him do the gentlemanly thing and help hold her upright.

They stumbled tiredly past the heavy-topped pinewood tables eyeing the dragons, equines, wolves, foxes, and other humans who were enjoying the song, dance, and drink. Too tired to observe the scene with a careful eye, they didn't notice the improbable prevalence of dragon traits among the patrons nor the disproportionate number of barely-clothed long feral-shaped dragons with eight breasts and large packages.

In fact, they passed right by an alcove where three of those hermaphroditic dragons were fornicating, a thick creamy drink still clinging to the sides of an empty pitcher on the table in front of them. These dragons were my kind, though I'd donned a binder for my lower six breasts to make myself look more like a typical dragoness. I lived for the moment people moved from shock to staring giddily into the unknown. Surprising others was an art I'd worked hard to perfect, but weary out-of-town patrons like Veruke and Elliot made it child's play.

I knew their type, they weren't going to listen to my warnings about the Rejuvenating Dragon Cream Special. They were going to order it thinking it was something new and exciting. They were going to get addicted to it. And then they were going to have the time of their lives and gleefully leave their human existence behind.

It was as good for my sex life as it was for my business. I could always use more dragon milk from the type of dragons they'd become. Its restorative properties fetched a pretty penny, after all.

As they approached the bar, I turned away for a moment so I could pull on the laces for the breast binder that helped hide my lower three pairs and tie it tighter. As I spun around and poured a couple glasses of water, I couldn't help but start getting hard: it was only a matter of time before only the freshest dragon cream would satisfy them.

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Hints of fresh cream, yeast, nutmeg, cinnamon, coconut, and saffron filled the air making this establishment smell more like an eccentric bakery than a bar. The stools were comfortable and topped with soft leather. As I climbed onto a bar stool, the long-torsoed feral-looking dragoness behind the counter grinned as she filled our glasses with water, a welcome face in a sea of excitement and boozy guests.

My whole body ached from a day chasing a mark who could leap up the sides of buildings effortlessly. Veruke and I had been forced to call off the chase after collapsing from exhaustion. Soon after, we decided the job wasn't worth the pay and stumbled into this bar.

Veruke sat next to me and chugged half of her water glass before setting it down with a thunk. She offered a lazy smile to the bartender. "Now that's a lovely low cut blouse. Gotta say, I'm a bit jealous of your bust."

I elbowed Veruke. "Don't be rude."

The dragon's midnight blue cheeks turned almost black as she blushed. "Well, from what I'm seeing, you've got nothing to complain about."

Veruke held out her hand. "Charmed to make your acquaintance, my name's Veruke."

The dragoness grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it before letting it go. "Name's Namiya." She cocked her head toward me. "And may I ask your name?"

I offered my hand. "I'm Elliot."

To my surprise, she kissed the back of mine the same way she'd kissed Veruke's. As she let my hand go, she said, "Pleased to meet you as well. If you'd like a drink or a bite to eat, everything we have is on the board." She pointed behind her at a two-foot-high piece of slate that ran across the back wall just under the blonde pinewood ceiling. Every item on the menu was playfully written in chalk.

"What would you recommend?" I inquired, spinning in my seat just a bit as I sniffed the air. There was a spicy undertone now, something that made my senses tingle.

She pointed at a drink name nearly twice as big as any of the others and surrounded by diagonal lines. She enunciated its name like it was the lead act at a carnival. "The Rejuvenating Dragon Cream Special is the best thing for a weary traveler, and, due to that mudslide that closed the mountain pass, we have a bit of a surplus this week."

Veruke nodded. "We may as well try it. Don't you think, Elliot?"

"We'll take two then, thanks." I said.

"We have a plethora of flavored liqueurs that go well with the rejuvenating dragon cream, got any requests?" She barked something in a language I'd never heard at a nearly-identical dragoness who was washing out bar glasses.

With a trill, that dragoness grabbed an empty pitcher. As she passed by Namiya, she gave Namiya's ass a swat. Namiya cooed and groped the dragon's bosom before she exited through a tall swinging door that led to the back.

"Hmm, I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for." Shrugging, Veruke said, "Surprise me."

"Yes, surprise us," I said, eager to try the special.

"Certainly." Namiya spun around and walked along the back wall, which held bottles of every shape and size. As she went about finding the liqueur she wanted, her long body teetered on her hind legs. Her agility prevented her from being unbalanced, but there was a certain awkwardness to her gait.

"Sexy bartender, eh?" Veruke nudged me.

"Indeed. More nimble than most as well. I bet she'd be hard to catch up to on all fours." My eyes were drawn to Namiya's thick tail and skirt-clad hindquarters she reached for the top shelf and grabbed a squat square bottle of liqueur with her paw-padded hands.

"Yeah, she's gotta be feral," Veruke agreed. "Makes her all the more sexy in my book."

To avoid encouraging Veruke, I stayed silent.

On the return trip, the light cast across a bulge between Namiya's legs making it clear that this dragoness was even more interesting than initially suspected. I caught myself staring and looked away, but Veruke didn't have my tact and watched every little bounce Namiya's package made as she strode toward us.

When Namiya got to the bar, Veruke said, "I didn't realize you were...uh."

"A hermaphrodite?" Namiya laughed.

I elbowed my partner harder than before. "Veruke!"

"Hey! If I don't say something, it just gets awkward," Veruke said.

"Only to someone with your oversexed mind." I replied, wondering if I'd ever get used to her bluntness.

Namiya waved away my concern. "Not to worry, I appreciate being noticed."

The dragon that had been sent to the back returned and handed a pitcher to Namiya who poured the viscous cream it contained into two short glasses. After splashing the liqueur into each and stirring the contents with a spoon, Namiya handed the drinks to me and Veruke.

"Lemme guess." Picking up the glass, Veruke sniffed it. "Cinnamon, toasted coconut, and...uhh...rhubarb? I don't know, it smells kinda heavy, not like any cream I've had" Her brow furrowed. "Why is it warm?"

"Our dragon cream is very special." Namiya smiled. "We milk it fresh for every customer."

"What? You have cows back there?" I balked.

"No, dragons."

Veruke smacked my shoulder. "It's called dragon cream, shithead."

"Marketing rarely fits reality." I crossed my arms.

As Namiya chuckled, Veruke took a sip. Veruke's eyes went wide the moment the thick liquid touched her tongue and she finished half her glass before setting it down. "Wow, that's just...wow. So good!"

The florid scent was almost overpowering. Curious beyond words, I brought my own glass to my mouth, and took a sip. It was rich, salty, far far thicker than I had expected, and had a hint of sweetness.

Everywhere the drink touched, from my lips, to my tongue, and all the way down my throat, felt like it was getting a warm hug. It was unlike any alcoholic drink I'd ever had. That tiredness from the whole day of chasing that damn leaping possum was getting obliterated.

As I got the rest of my drink down, Veruke finished her glass. She was no longer slouching from fatigue and was looking more herself.

I beamed at Namiya holding up my glass. "Rejuvenating indeed! One more glass and we'll be ready to start chasing marks again."

Namiya was smiling ear to ear. "Wow, sounds like you two are ready for another round. I gotta warn you, though, don't drink more than another couple glasses. Otherwise, you're going to get addicted and, before you know it, the whole pitcher will be gone and you'll be missing your clothes."

"Oh, is that a challenge?" I chuckled, confident in my ability to hold my liquor.

Namiya raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't meaning to pose a challenge...no matter. Would you like another round?"

"Yes, please!" Veruke and I said in unison.

The dragoness did the same mix and handed our glasses back. "Here you are!"

I brought the glass to my mouth intending to savor it, but the instant its heady aroma hit my nose, I got the impulse to down it like a shot. "Gah! Fuck! It just gets better. Another please!"

I could see Veruke trying to sip the drink, trying to savor it, but she broke down after a third of her glass was gone, and finished the rest with one long gulp. She then slammed the glass back on the bar and arched her back. "Nggghhh! More! Give us the whole pitcher!"

I nodded as every scent in the bar intensified, and I felt oddly warm. My chest, where most of the warmth was centered, was practically burning up, but it felt great!

"Are you sure?" Namiya asked. "This stuff's pretty strong and there's only two of you."

"Please, I've downed a whole bottle of brandy on an empty stomach and felt nothing," I insisted even though I was unsure with all the inexplicable sensations sparking across my belly and thighs. exploring the tingling spots on my chest, I found them quite sensitive.

"We'll be fine." Veruke rubbed at her chest sensuously as she bit her lip. "Mnnnhh!"

"If you say so." Mixing in a healthy amount of whatever liqueur she'd added to the drink before, Namiya set the pitcher in front of us. I smelled something a bit like young coconut meat which I swore was coming from her. How I knew to associate that scent with her was unknown, but carried an instinctual certainty.

Namiya turned and trotted toward other patrons just as my interest was piqued.

After watching her shapely form slink away, I grabbed the pitcher and poured our drinks. We drained our glasses and then moaned while arching our backs. My chest and abdomen felt amazing! Everywhere my hands touched sent waves of bliss through me. I needed more! Grabbing the pitcher, I brought it up to my mouth and guzzled the warm sticky liquid as my partner watched, mouth agape in awe. After a fourth of the pitcher was gone, I sat it down shivering a little. I looked at Veruke in shame, my entire body feeling intensely sensitive.

To my surprise, Veruke grabbed it and drank so fervently that it looked like she was trying to drown herself. When half the pitcher was gone, she clumsily set it back on the bar crying out in orgasm. As she squirmed atop her bar stool, she pulled at her chest and abdomen with her hands. To my disbelief, her flowing shirt was being stretched out by something underneath it. Surely she hadn't drunk enough to round out her belly.

But I had my own body to worry about. My hips were twitching and tingling and my pants felt tighter than before. And then there was my tailbone, which was aching incessantly where it pressed against my breeches. All the while I was getting rock hard. At this rate, I was going to orgasm just like Veruke had. Just what was in that pitcher?

Glimmer, how I wished I could just pull out my length and feel it in my hands. I looked around the room, hoping that no one was watching. But everyone in the vicinity was. Veruke's dramatic moans were drawing a great deal of attention.

Telling myself we didn't want to make any more of a scene, I tried to placate our audience with a pleasant smile. But within the span of a couple seconds, a powerful urge took hold of me and I spun around to face the pitcher. I wanted, no, I needed more!

Clutching the pitcher in my hands, guzzled that salty and sweet liquid until my prick ached so much that I broke down and rubbed at it.

That's all it took. I clenched the chair with my other hand as my shaft throbbed hard in my breeches. I moaned just like Veruke had as I came with enough force that my milky white seed beaded on the other side of the fabric.

Veruke was hurriedly tearing the buttons off her shirt to expose what should have been her human-skinned chest and belly, but instead she was revealing dark blue scales and four pairs of breasts. Whatever cries I was emitting in my ecstasy, she was drowning out with her own surprise. Her exclamations swiftly devolved to erotic moans as she tore off her bra and pulled at her new scaly flesh.

Still cumming and desperate for more, I reached for the pitcher hoping to steal the last of its contents while she was preoccupied. She eyed me like a predator protecting its latest catch. Half convinced she was going to bite my hand, I abandoned my attempt at thievery.

As she sucked down what was left of our splendrous drink, my last few spurts left my shaft. It was harder to breathe because there was so much tension under my shirt. And something was happening behind my balls, something that was begging to be touched.

I tore at my shirt and pulled it off as fast as I could, revealing eight bright pink nipples with eight supple lavender mounds below them. Every new scale pleading to be groped. I whimpered for a moment in confusion, before I experimentally touched a nipple. The moan I made started at the soles of my feet and reverberated up through every bit of me. My whole body shivered in excitement as I squeezed and pulled at my new nipples feeling sharp spikes of pleasure I could hardly comprehend. Then I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye and was instantly distracted.

There was a bulge in my partner's pants and I was impossibly excited by the mere sight of it. That spot behind my balls tingled powerfully as I let out a sound I didn't know I could make, a high-pitched trill.

After composing myself, I asked, "What you got there?" and placed my hand on her thigh. I would never have been so forward with others watching...but somehow it all seemed natural.

"H-help me get these pants off!" she begged as she tried to undo the strained button at the top, that bulge growing as she struggled...

(That's it for the preview, the second half of the story has: cum drinking, more transformation, and Veruke getting to use her new cock on Elliot in the middle of a feral herm dragon orgy. Go to my Patreon and become a Patron to read the rest. https://www.patreon.com/zmeydros)