FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Lucky Dragon

From Freebies Vol. 77 - My Lucky Day Edition

By Danath & Rykela

Thomas, Ember, Blaze, et. al. © Rykela

Content: giant, cummy dragongrrl bimbo stereotypes

* * *

Syntech University! Good ol' S.U. Home of the Fightin' Devils! Despite straining under the weight of hauling around two overstuffed duffel bags, Thomas grinned, glad to be on campus at long last. It almost felt like a dream. College had never been in the books for him, after all, so being here now - standing on the sidewalk winding his way through neatly manicured lawns and handsome, prestigiously-designed buildings - was unreal. No amount of weight could shake the feeling that right now, anything was possible. The whole world opened up for him like a book. College was going to be everything he'd dreamed of and more. Even his housing was included on the scholarship that arrived at his home on the other side of the continent out of the blue.

He kept going, passing various small groups of people on their way to orientation seminars, until he was through the academic buildings and onto a narrow road lined with stately shade trees and regal victorian-era houses, all at least three stories and painted in a variety of eye-catching colors. Prominently-displayed emblems adorned the front of each home with various Greek letters to denote the different fraternities, sororities, and academic houses represented in the neighborhood, which lay opposite the campus from the regular dorm housing.

The scholarship was a godsend for someone who possessed neither the grades nor the money for a university degree. Fully paid, with few stipulations, specifically for him due to a long-dead ancestor or something. The award letter was vague in that regard. The only truly strange quirk was that his housing was not only included in his scholarship - it was specifically MANDATED in order to receive the funds. So the normal requirements for the frat were waived, although he still had to remain a member in good standing... but how hard could that be? It was a frat, for crying out loud. That was a price he was more than willing to pay for the chance to get the degree that would lead him into his increasingly bright future.

He passed by the first few houses lugging his duffels and ogling at the sights. One frat appeared focused on bears - a half-dozen lounged in the front yard of a frat house, the lawn strewn in empty cans of beer and someone's wicker picnic basket. Across the street, a pristinely-kept manor-like house featured rows of pink rose bushes tended to by packs of perky house cats. Thomas kept going down the street, passing houses focused not just on species, but on talents - there was even a frat house dedicated to board games, with members perched on the roof in serious contemplation of their opponents' moves, or sprawled across the front porch watching teaching games on their phones.

On an extra-large corner lot, Thomas arrived at his home for the next four to six years: Delta Rho Gamma. The gold-painted building looked normal from a distance, but as he walked up the wide stone path towards the front door, Thomas realized there was something very strange going on. Like an optical illusion, the four-story home grew larger and larger the closer he got, looming in his field of vision like he was looking through a fish-eye lens. The front porch was more than eight feet off the ground, and at the doorway, the "regular" handle was a good two feet above his head! He looked around at the furniture on the patio - enormous chairs easily twelve or fifteen feet tall.

Just what kind of college house was this?

Looking around further, Thomas spotted a doorbell of his own size set into the frame of the house. He pressed the button and listened as a gong echoed through the rooms inside. What he heard next froze his blood right in his veins.

High-pitched squeals and giggles echoed from behind the windows, rattling the frames. The entire house trembled as what sounded like a stampede approached the front door. Thomas strained his ears, trying to listen as he heard voices, but when the door was shoved open, a blast of perfumed air knocked him off his feet and onto his butt. It was from that vantage point he got his first good look at the perky members of Delta Rho Gamma.

"Hi! You must be the new housemate! You're a freshman, right? I'm Ember!"

The winged dragoness stood fifteen feet tall, two and a half times Thomas's own height. She towered overhead, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow across the open-mouthed male staring in awe. Her scales were small and overlapped in places like her shoulders and knees. The rest were knit tightly together, supple and flexible like skin, especially across her front. Thomas could see quite a few details as she leaned over him, like the fiery pink color of the scales wrapping around her head and back, the pale pink - almost white - tone of her creamy belly and chest, and, perhaps most importantly to the human at that moment, the incredibly swollen tits hanging from her chest. Even if she was fifteen feet tall, Thomas couldn't understand how she so easily swung those massive honkers around. Each orb stretched outwards, round and perky, pulled up by a bikini top made of a couple of black triangles connected with a bunch of thin cords that dug into her shoulders and arms. The fine interlaced scales coating her chest were lighter than the rest of her, and continued down over her plump and soft-looking belly and hips before narrowing in around her thighs, visible in part above and below her awkwardly small laced-up booty shorts.

"I'm... I'm Thomas," he said, trying to think as the vast valley of cleavage loomed above him.

"Thomas? What a great name!" the pink dragoness said, clapping her hands together as she stood upright. The sudden motion sent waves of jiggliness across her thighs, hips, and breasts that Thomas was sure he'd see in his memory for the rest of his life. Her stretching shorts slapped off her thighs, adding an additional clap to her celebration.

"I'm Scorch!" said another of the house members, peeking out around Ember's shoulder. Another dragoness, of course, just as big as the pink one, though instead of pink her scales were a dark, royal purple, and she had a magnificent spined fin running down her back rather than ivory horns like Ember. There was a laughably tiny pair of glasses perched on the tip of her snout that made her look almost cute, in a bookish sort of way.

A third dragoness emerged from the doorway and leaned over, joining the purple one in examining the new housemate.

"Hi! I'm Pyre!" she said, eyes glowing like hot coals. Her eye-popping red scales glimmered in the light as she grinned down at Thomas. Like the rest, she was barely dressed at all, bare fragments of clothing in the vague approximation of a bikini to somewhat protect her modesty, though it was clearly just a token effort as Thomas could easily make out the juicy, fat teats stretching outwards from beneath... and the giant, golden door knocker piercings hanging uncovered below, pulling and tugging her thick nipples and incredible orbs in all sorts of interesting directions as she leaned around her same-sized friend. "I'm so excited you're here - you're my new roommate!"

"And mine, too! I'm Blaze, and that's Char!"

The dragoness speaking featured scales of a luminescent neon green, while the last, Char, was a dark and smoky umber color - perhaps the most muted Thomas saw so far, with pale and thoughtful eyes like distant moons. She made up for it with her choice of bikini top, a blinding metallic silver that reflected the light even more than her scales. Pale silver hair cascaded down her head and shoulders, glinting seductively in the bright light. The front of the g-string bikini bottom wrapped around a half-hard length that flopped over her right leg and stretched down her knee - easily a shaft as long and thick as the human was. The bikini strap cut into the base, keeping it spread apart from her round, taut light umber sac. Like the rest of the dragon girls, her scales lightened over her chest and belly.

"Hi!" she said, squeezing in shoulder to shoulder with the others. Their tails were all swaying and the dragonesses gave him expectant and eager smiles. "They put four beds in a room, so I hope you'll be a good roommate!"

"Uh... yeah, sure," Thomas said. "Wow..." His head was spinning as he looked around. He was still sitting, hands on the floor to prop him up, slack jawed at the sight of the dragonesses' chests squeezing and squishing together in front of him. Now that he was paying attention, the perfumed aroma in the air had a decidedly musky undertone to it, and he hesitated for a moment before lowering his gaze, already knowing what he'd see there. All the suspicion in the world wasn't able to prepare him for the sheer magnitude of their maleness, though, their bikini bottoms bulging obscenely and housing bulges the small human could barely comprehend. Glimpsing the umber dragoness - Char, he thought - earlier shocked him enough, but as the five incomparably massive and enormously endowed dragons lined up, squeezing and squishing and giggling, the vastness of their assets spiked the human's brain like a nail being driven in by a hammer. Each jiggle, each wiggle, each slide of exposed breast on breast could have fed Thomas's spank bank for decades.

The grrls kept their nuts tucked behind them, crowding the hall even more than their breasts did, each huge and perfect sphere taller than Thomas was. In the front, their shafts only avoided being in his face because they were simply so tall, and the front of their bulges were decidedly damp. The human stared hard, eyes wide, mouth open from shock, as the dragonesses shifted their weight from foot to foot in front of him, fidgeting and teasingly causing the massive packages to jiggle in their tightly stretched bikini bottoms. As he watched, a thin trickle of white ran down the insides of Ember's legs. The dragonesses let out soft "oohs" as they let him take it all in.

"By the way, if you're gonna bring someone home, make sure you put a tie on the door knob!" Char said, breaking the silence with a wink.

The other dragonesses giggled and chided her as even more members of the DRG appeared, each in a more shocking and vivid shade of scale color than the last. A few were wearing ballkinis along with their thongs, matching cups hefting their testes as well as their breasts. The scent of musk grew stronger until it was nearly unbearable, and Thomas began to feel a little lightheaded.

"Uh... why are you all dressed like that?" He managed to ask, once they seemed to have all gathered to size up the new arrival. His question made Blaze perk up.

"Oh, it's Bikini Tuesday! We always wear bikinis on Tuesdays. House tradition!" the dragoness said, blinding the much smaller human with her glittering smile. Her nipples stiffly tented the fabric cups, almost lifting them away from her breasts entirely and letting her areolas peek out around the edges. She was tenting her bikini bottom too. "Hope you brought yours. Here, let me help you with your bags!"

"Oh, I can-"

Thomas was too late, and Blaze bent over and simply plucked the two heavy duffels from his hands as though they weighed nothing. When she straightened back up, her massive tits bounced and jostled wildly, barely managing to stay contained inside her top.

"Follow me! You probably want to see your room, right?"

Scholarship. Scholarship! Scholarship. The scholarship. Nobody told him it came with this kind of precondition. How the hell was he supposed to live in a house full of... of... incredibly hot dragons? Thomas did his best to avoid drawing attention to himself as he felt an arousal grow in his pants. Not the first impression he wanted to make, regardless of his housemates. He lowered his head, trying not to stare at the giggling, chattering dragonesses all around, focusing his gaze on the floor and Blaze's neon green ankles - not the massive, scaly asses and ballsacks bouncing and swaying rhythmically in front of him. It almost felt like they were teasing him! The prospect of dragon-sized stairs worried him for a moment until he saw a regular-sized set built against the wall atop the bigger ones. Even still, he was huffing and puffing by the time he got to the top - each floor was at least three regular stories tall.

"Almost there!" Blaze said as she rounded the banister towards the second floor. "Hey, you want a hand? We'll get there quicker."

Thomas was about to protest again, but the tip of the dragoness's neon green tail wrapped around his hips and stomach, curling several times over until he was wrapped up from under his arms to his thighs. He shivered as he felt her supple, surprisingly smooth scales squeeze against him and lift him into the air.

"Whooooa!"

Thomas couldn't help but shout as he felt his body swing up and over, only for the tail to give him a strong squeeze before dropping him - right above the dragoness's cleavage. The human waved his arms as he fell and somehow got a hand around the strap of her bikini. Holding himself up, he shuddered as he felt her breasts squeeze in around him from either side.

"Ooooh, you're just so cute!" the dragoness said, her voice a pleasantly loud purr in Thomas's ears as he looked up and saw her painted lips hovering above him. "Anyways, here we go!"

Thomas held on for dear life as the enormous breasts bounced with each step up the wide stairs. The dragoness moved quickly, jostling him side to side. Several times his hands pressed into her breasts, disappearing into the supple scales up to his wrists before he could pull himself back. Despite their size and the obvious contours of muscles in her thighs and arms, they were so soft. Even her scales felt like velvet against his skin...

"Whaaa!?"

Thomas felt the tail return and dump him onto an oversized bed in one corner of a relatively large room. There was enough space for four desks between the beds and under the long window stretching across the outside wall. Thomas looked around at the belongings of the other three dragonesses scattered around the room - purses, clothing, makeup containers, textbooks, laptops - a jumble of everyday items one would expect from college-aged students, just several times larger than usual.

The bed was going to be a problem, though. Thomas crawled to the edge and looked down. It was at least eight feet to the floor. He looked up when a shadow fell over him and bit his lower lip to stop himself from making noise.

Blaze grinned down at him, peering at him past her elegant, short green snout. Her hands rested on her wide hips as she cocked her head to the side. Her tail tip flicked over the side of the mattress and pulled back the sheets, revealing a small, Thomas-sized ladder at the end.

"So, whaddya think? Pretty great, right?"

Thomas did think it was pretty great. Great, as in massive. He struggled not to stare, despite being level with her bulge. Blaze's maleness was a dark emerald green that almost looked black. It was so large it was stretching the bikini bottom outwards, pulling it away from fitting neatly along her plump thighs, revealing a solid two or three feet of the base of her massive shaft! Her tremendously thick and heavy sack stretched the bottom out as a pair of perfect spheres, each ball easily taller than Thomas. After a moment, a great dollop of cum welled up through the fabric and spilled noisily to the floor.

"About the room?" she asked, prodding him.

"Oh, right, yeah. It's great!" He hesitated. "I d-didn't realize this was a... a sorority, though."

"Really?" Blaze shrugged. "Well, we're happy to have you here anyhow! You're gonna have a lot of fu---"

Giggling voices echoed down the hallway. Thomas could barely stand to turn his head to watch as Pyre, the bright red dragoness, and Char, the umber-colored dragon, entered the room. Well, their cocks did first, actually, the bobbing tents trailing pitter-pattering droplets of semen behind them. He crossed his legs, though his own meager half-foot chub was probably barely a blip on their radar.

"-and so yeah, let's totally take the new DRG shopping tomorrow. Oh, Thomas! We were just talking about you! Is it true? You don't have a bikini for Bikini Tuesdays?"

Thomas shook his head as he stared up at the three dragonesses clustering around the enormous bed, each of them so erect their bikini straps were stretched taut like piano wire.

"No, I mean... why would I need a bikini?"

"For Bikini Tuesday, silly! It's tradition!"

Blaze grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and thwomped it down over Thomas, flattening him into the mattress. All he saw was blackness descending, and he briefly thought that it wasn't a bad way to die as the muffled shrieks and squeals of dragonesses at play made it through the massive pillow to his prone body. Wiggling and squirming, he somehow made it out to catch the end of the play-fight, though the only pillows he could pay attention to were the ones jostling from his roommates' chests.

Char noticed him staring and kneeled down next to the bed, getting on eye level with him.

"Hey, so you're, like, scholarship, right?"

Thomas nodded. "Yeah, they said that my lineage made me qualify."

Char glanced at the other two and licked her lips. "Oh, that's amazing! I was wondering if you were part of that. I was too!"

"Wait, so you were-"

"Oh, no, I've always been a dragon. I just didn't think I could afford college until that scholarship came along! But you know, you don't look very dragonlike to me."

The odd answer left him more confused than ever, actually distracting him from their enormous bodies for a moment. Pyre and Blaze leaned in to give him a close and thoughtful look-over, nodding in agreement with their hands rubbing their chins.

"Yeah, he's definitely human. Right?" Pyre asked.

Blaze shook her head. "Hey, you never know... Like, maybe he's hiding a tail or something."

That finally made Thomas laugh, at least a little, and he shook his head. "No, no tail. I don't know how, but I guess I'm not gonna question it. The letter said something about my great-great-great-... uh, great-grandfather overseas. I'd never heard of him."

"Well, you're here now, and that's what's important!" Pyre said, raising her arms over her head. "Group hug!"

For the second time in as many minutes that day, Thomas worried he would die.

All things considered, he settled in quickly. The rest of the day was uneventful - Thomas introduced himself to the other house members and took a tour of campus with Pyre, a second year English major. Wednesday turned out to be Wet T-Shirt Wednesday. Thursday was Booty Shorts Thursday. And Friday...

"Wait, so you don't even bother trying to hide it?" Thomas asked. He pointed at an enormous playing card at his feet, and the dragoness sitting at the chair on the other side of the table obligingly flipped it over with a flick of her wing.

"What's the fun in that? We're DRG! We do it up bigtime!" she said, flashing a grin as she leaned forward. Her heavy breasts spilled across the table, piercings giving a loud THUNK, as she plucked the seven from Thomas's hand of cards. "Got any fours?"

Thomas walked a few feet down the table and pointed at another face-down card. "You're really good at this. But anyways, I won't be going."

Pyre's eyes widened. "What? But you gotta! All the DRG housemates will be there. It's our first, biggest social event of the year!"

Thomas turned around, trying to make it appear natural, though in fact he was desperately trying to hide the boner that stubbornly refused to go away - not that staring straight into Pyre's cleavage was doing much good on that count. Every time he thought he'd gotten used to the constant musk, it hit him even harder than before, all eight of his inches so stiff it kind of hurt.

"I think I'm just worried I could get lost underfoot," he said, shaking his head after Pyre asked him for threes. "I mean, literally. You could step on me."

Pyre laughed and shook her head. "Oh, don't worry about that! You get kind of a sixth sense about smaller people when you're this big. Besides, if you've got dragon heritage, you'll be able to withstand it. Heck, you might surprise us..." Her eyes glowed orange.

"What's that mean? And gimme all your nines."

The huge card fluttered down, flattening the human onto his back underneath it. When he pushed it away, he saw Pyre grinning at him, a gleam in her narrowed eyes. The front of her shorts had started to rise up again, white fluid pumping thickly through the cloth. It dribbled down her length in fat, musky globs, adding to the already rich scent in the room. Thomas tried not to move for fear he'd blow a load in his shorts from the smell alone. Did it affect everyone this way?

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

The days passed faster than he expected, and Thomas realized that he was even starting to grow accustomed to the way every dragoness in the sorority just kept constantly cumming all the time. Being bumped from behind with a huge, warm, throbbing maleness or squeezed accidentally between two pairs of the biggest, softest, plushest breasts he could have imagined happened almost on the hour between the dozens of horny, jiggly dragon girls living in the house. Being suddenly doused in a musky batch of spooge or milk straight from the scaled source turned out to be great for his hair and skin - he was positively glowing by Friday morning. It was easy to get used to things like that when the semester's preparations took up so much mental focus... Even when those things were fifteen to twenty feet tall. He ordered his books, double-checked his schedule, re-packed his backpack for the fourth time, and realized, finally, he'd run out of things to do. Worst of all, it was Friday, and that meant Funky Friday was about to start on the main level of the house, though from Pyre's description of the opening-of-campus party, it wouldn't stay there. Char even made a show of arranging a tie on the post of her bed "just in case, for later," and Blaze and Pyre squealed and swatted at her boner with their tails while quizzing her on who she wanted to score with and how many times.

Classes didn't start until Monday, Thomas thought, as he listened to the raised voices from downstairs. He could at least check it out. If he was going to be a scholarship student, he was expected to participate in the DRG house activities, after all. And Pyre, Blaze, and Char were being very accommodating about him as the new roommate...

That was his calm, rational thinking, anyways, until that accursed scent drifted into the room. Thomas's nostrils twitched and he clambered down from the bed on which was reading. Once on the floor, he darted towards the door, where the musk was even stronger in the hallway. It looked a little like someone was smoking a hookah, except the wisps were a riot of different, familiar colors... High-pitched squeals and gasps teased at his ears as he heard a hubbub of commotion and music from downstairs. The human's legs carried him forward of their own accord as he made his way down to the floor below. He paused at the bottom, staring with an open mouth yet again as he watched through an open door. A chunky, thick-bottomed dragoness was on her back, legs akimbo, breasts smooshed flat to those of her partner, a dragoness of equal chunkiness, who was currently thrusting a massive, gut-wrenching arousal in-between the first dragoness's legs. Were it not for their brilliantly bright scales, Thomas wasn't sure he'd be able to tell where one started and the other began. The scent was strong coming from the room - heady, spicy, warm, but undeniably "reptilian," too. He'd begun to learn how to discern the differences between each grrl's natural aroma, so he picked up on the other after a moment of... well, sniffing the air like a dog. It had a cool edge to it, like mint in an alcoholic drink. Thomas felt his pants stretch around his twelve-inch arousal, but he made no move to hide it as he watched the dragon girls' bodies squeeze together. Gallons of cum poured down the sides of the bed and ran into the corners of the rooms - hidden drains, maybe, but Thomas didn't care as he watched the dragoness on top bury her fingers into her partner's chest, lean back, and let out a cry of delight.

"Oh, Smolder! Oh, fuck yeah! I can't believe I didn't get to fuck you all summer long!" she said, head tipping back forward as her plump lips drew back in a scandalous grin. Her long hair shimmered as she buried her shaft to the hilt inside the other dragoness, who was just as eager in her vocalizations.

"Mmmfff... oh, Bonfire... yessssss! There were no good dicks like yours back home, I can tell you that much!"

Thomas turned like a robot, his hand white-knuckling the bannister of the small set of steps leading to the next floor. The two titans were shaking the stairwell with their thrusting, but it was hardly comparable to what was going on downstairs where the smells and noises grew in strength and volume, sending his head spinning. Unfamiliar urges whispered in his mind as his glazed eyes swiveled towards the next hallway.

Ember, the pink dragoness who first welcomed him to the house, stood next to her bed examining herself in the mirror. A fish-net top showed every detail of her enormous chest and nipples, which Thomas could clearly see in the reflection of her mirror. Her thick maleness draped over the edge of the chair, appearing from beneath a ludicrously short black skirt that covered hardly any of the pink dragoness's thighs. It flexed, and then erupted like a hose, noisily splattering jism all over Ember's foot and the floor.

Spotting him in the mirrored reflection, Ember waved.

"Oh, Thomas! Tell me what you think!" she said, standing up and twirling around. Her massive cock swung outwards with the centrifugal force and flung pearls of white everywhere, though Thomas's eyes also locked in on her smooth belly, thick thighs, and wide shoulders. She was plump, fertile, a goddess fit to worship - a fifteen-foot-tall monument to going not just large, but confidently in charge as well. "Am I pulling this look off or what?"

The human's gaze went from her hips to her calves, where the tip of her meaty maleness, almost as thick as her thigh and completely soft, draped down and continued to ooze despite being half-curled over on itself. Ember leaned into the doorway and winked conspiratorially.

"I'm not wearing any underwear! Hee hee!"

The human nodded, his brain making his feet walk on autopilot, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his pants. Ember giggled and disappeared back into her room to finalize her outfit, while Thomas descended to the next floor. The scent billowed upwards and the human's eyes widened, watering, as visible clouds of technicolor dragon musk enveloped him in a haze, pale mist. He felt sweaty, hot, and incredibly horny as the thick, lustful clouds of sex and lust guided him lower, towards the main floor of the house, where the loud music blasted at high enough volumes to cause the windows to rattle in their frames.

He stopped on the stairs two-thirds of the way down, heart thudding in his chest, mouth clenched tight as the clouds of musk billowed around him. The wet spot on the front of his pants grew larger, forming a streak all the way down his leg, and then it turned to white, beads oozing through the fabric at the tent of his two-foot tent. He didn't seem to notice as he stared across the party scene, all sense leaving him as his brain tried to analyze just what it was he was looking at.

Big-tittied dragon grrls playing beer bong. Fat-donged dragon grrls dancing and grinding. Thick-hipped dragon grrls singing karaoke and entwining their tails. Hands stroking cocks. Grabbing butts. Lifting tails. Bikinis, sports bras, and straining t-shirts above; lewdly-filled shorts, jeans, and - this one nearly broke the human - yoga pants.

"Ah! Pyre! You bitch!" a dragoness hollered before slugging back a cup of beer. "I'll get you for *hic* that!"

"You love it when I get the distractions off!" Pyre shot back, swinging her hips up and smacking her massive, sticky package, currently wrapped up in a pair of pale blue, almost see-through lace underwear. She wigged back and forth, dragging her balls side to side on the far side of her cups as the other dragoness tried to line up a shot. The motions left huge cummy streaks smeared across the table. "Yes! Another miss!"

On the other side of the room, three enormous couches were shoved together to form an impromptu conversation pit. A dozen dragonesses, several of which Thomas didn't recognize as part of the DRG sorority, lounged across the cushions and each other, lazily intertwining and snuggling as they giggled and chatted about clothes, classes, and boys. Somehow even more shameless than the others, they'd removed their clothing entirely, vast penises looming above their owners like massive, leaning oak trees that drooped under their own weight. The naked grrls were being just as handsy as they were chatty, teasing and stroking their neighbors and encouraging their gushing ejaculations and lactating breasts. Thomas watched a streak of spunk as big around as a softball roll from the tip of an orange dragoness's monstrous arousal down the gentle mauve-hued dragon girl next to her, beading atop her impressive, milky chest and trailing downwards until the drop clung to her teat. His mouth opened slightly in longing before the dollop fell like a tear into the open muzzle of yet another dragon grrl with her ivory-scaled head firmly on the mauve one's lap.

Scenes of casual lewdness as Thomas hadn't even imagined fried themselves into his vision permanently. This was DRG house? This was a social event? He could see a few dozen smaller guests, ranging in size from his own height to near the dragoness's size, like the impressively muscular buck he could see down the hallway in the kitchen with an arm around a dragoness on either side of his beefy torso. He grinned and laughed as they stroked at his bare chest, playing with the large male's muscles. He was the largest guy there, with antlers that nearly scraped the ceiling and a cock that came close to matching that height.

"Thomas! You made it! I'm so glad you decided to come after all!"

Char strode up cock-first, huge balls swinging above her thighs in a lacey, half-cup ballkini, holding a glass fit for a dragoness and another, much smaller can pinched between the tips of her violet-painted clawtips in the other. She lowered her wrist, handing off the can with surprising delicateness, and then promptly chugged her own cup before crumpling it and tossing it over her shoulder.

"Whew! That's good stuff. Ember said she's gonna make some Panty Dropper later! Ever had it?"

"N-no," Thomas gasped, trying to breathe through the thick fumes filling the air. The dragonmusk was heavy, everywhere, clinging to his skin and filling his sinuses. He'd never experienced anything like it. The human clutched at his chest, shuddering as he closed his eyes and listened to the gasping, squealing, and moaning from around the room. Every one of the dragonesses was so huge, so horny, and leaking so much cum, and as he stared, he erupted into his pants.

"Thomas? You okay?"

Thomas opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He leaned over, clutching his stomach with both arms, as he shuddered and groaned on the stairs. The can in his hand dropped and fell, spilling the drink as he shivered.

"Dude?"

Thomas's body uncurled. As it did, glassy, sky-blue scales emerged around his shoulders. The overlapping sets emerged through his shirt, which ripped away as his entire body scaled upwards, growing faster and faster as the blue scales spread over his shoulders. The overlapping ended, leading to more of the tight-knit, supple snakeskin-like underbelly, the same as the other dragonesses. Thomas's head spun as she arched backwards, arms curling up and fingers clenching, nails turning a deep shade of navy and growing into sharp points. The brilliant blue coat of armor spread across her chest as the mounds filled out, growing even faster than the rest of her as she shot up in height. Her pants stretched, bare threads squeezing into the plump thigh meat now filling the fabric, before exploding outwards and spraying stray semen everywhere, leaving her bare bottom jiggling in the air with cheeks clapping loud enough to make a few of the grrls sit up and take notice. They had a few moments to admire her gorgeous parade balloon of an ass before her tail unfurled with a whiplike crack, the tip sprouting a magnificent frilled end like she'd fanned out a hand of those massive playing cards from earlier in the week.

A dull ache built in her skull, and she reached up to massage her chin and nose, feeling scales spread across them too. Her nostrils stretched, growing larger and moving lower, towards the end of a new blue muzzle forming from the human's previous mouth, her snout pushing her fingers aside and a plush, glossy pout of a lower lip framing a beautifully sharp-toothed smile. Torch brought both hands to her chest, cupping her enormous breasts as she felt the shifting bed of scales squeeze into her palms. They swelled larger and larger, defying gravity like mammoth balloons atop her chest, so heavy with milk that merely standing upright would be a constant exercise in weightlifting. Her aching nipples pumped up, hardening, fat and smooth, in a deeper and darker shade of navy blue than the rest of her, and as they passed coffee cans in size they began to weep streaming trails of white cream down her boobs and belly.

From between her thighs, a massive, similarly dark midnight-blue cock rose, pulsing larger and larger with every beat of her heart. Like the rest of the dragonesses' endowments, it was human in shape, but it was quickly becoming so preposterously massive it defied any sense of scale. Torch's tail twitched as she reached down, caressing the base of her leaking maleness, awestruck at its monumental size - the thing was the size of her arm and still growing, continuing to pump out more semen with each pulse of growth. Her cock continued to elongate, stretching outwards and upwards while fattening up all the more, until the throbbing member was taller than she was and as wide as her own waspish waist. Well... waspish by dragon standards, at least. Her enormous testicles continued to grow well past twice the size of her own head, each groaning, gurgling surge in size causing her flesh and scales to creak. Her powerful, muscular legs spread into a wider stance just to give them room, her tail smacking the floor and her hips provocatively thrusting outwards to strike a shameless pose, and her vast ballsack finally settled into its new size with a hefty slosh of cum, each nut over five feet across and brushing as far down as her ankles.

Torch's shoulders rolled as she stretched, still growing tall, tall, taller yet... until the newest member of DRG was a match for the rest of the house in terms of height. Her chest jiggled, heavy and full, as she hopped down the last few steps on tip-toe, causing her magnificently wide and plump rear end to bounce and twerk just-so, and then she spread her wings proudly, twilight-colored tendrils of musk oozing from her gloriously gigantic genitals.

"Ta-da!"

Her rich sapphire scales darkened with a blush when the other grrls immediately threw up a cheer, their own gushing spires offering a twenty-one-dick salute to her new look. "Attagrrl!" "You go get 'em!" "NOW we're talkin', babe!"

Her roommates sashayed over, undisguised lust in their eyes. "Wow, Torch! You really did have some dragon ancestry!" Char squealed, clapping her hands with excitement. As hot and horny as the party was, none of it had compared to watching Thomas transform from a run-of-the-mill human into yet another fabulously curvy dragon grrl. "Hey, hey Pyre! Blaze! Look! I toldja, I toldja, didn't I? Eee hee hee, I knew you were a dragoness at heart!" She grabbed an overflowing handful of Torch's massive butt and squeezed it, admiring the stunning hue of her scent cloud.

Dragons are a rather attention-hungry, even somewhat vain species, and Torch, whose brilliantly blue scales glittered in the light, realized that she was no exception, something inside of her blossoming like a furnace as she noticed every dragoness (and party guest) staring at her. She giggled and struck another playful pose, bringing her leg up and bracing a foot against the wall to draw attention to the massive, cummy arousal jutting from her crotch. With one hand on her hip, she hardly needed to do anything about her chest, which was, if anything, the largest of the dragonesses yet.

"C'mon, cutie, let's teach you how to play beer pong," Blaze said, trotting up with a grin. Her bikini top was pulled up around her neck, allowing her breasts to flaunt freely in the increasingly lewd atmosphere. "Nice musk, by the way."

Torch grinned and reached down with both paws, wrapping them around the massive sac draping over her thighs. Her cock painted the ceiling with an arcing streak of jism. "Thanks! There's gonna be a lot more where that came from!"

Then, she jumped forward, wrapping her arms around Char's shoulders, tits mashing together to give her roomie a scaly smooch on the cheek. The blue dragoness's cock slotted naturally between Char's firm breasts as they hugged happily, both giggling and laughing as they squeezed at each other. "Gosh, I feel super lucky to have had a dragon in the family," Torch sighed. The others shared a funny look. "What...? Something I said?"

Pyre giggled. "C'mon, look at us. There are, like, millions of you humans who can say that!"

"Then..."

"Naw, I'd say you're still lucky. I mean, free college? Woo!"

Torch had to agree that her roomie had a point. Looking over the humongous, horny furs crowding the musky, cum-splattered room, it seemed as if the next four years were going to be quite literally a blast. The dragonesses turned towards the beer pong table to help her play the first game of many to come, their dicks leading the way and their hands sneaking into all sorts of inappropriate places as they walked.

It was a shining debut for the newest member of DRG.

Rawr! The end~