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Twins, in my humble opinion, belong to a rather peculiar category of siblings, namely the one that is most awkward and confusing. Taking in consideration identical twins, there's the confusion, the jokes and the legends about being able to hear each other's thoughts, for non-identical twins, there's the fact that you have someone that is barely a few minutes older than you are and still be able to be so wildly different that if it weren't for an uncanny resemblance and a birth certificate, you couldn't tell the difference. That is exactly my case, as I have experienced it for the past eighteen years of life. Being one of these unlucky souls wasn't the best, even by the standards of people who have to fend their share of food with other souls on a daily basis as soon as they wake up. Me, well, I was born first between me and my brother, but unlike normal children born single and not in pairs, my parents didn't get the chance to get bored of my brother or me before attempting to get another demon scurrying around so they quickly chose a favourite. There was no malice nor reasoning behind this, it was just that Cain was by far the one of us most compatible with them. He agreed to most of their whims because he genuinely enjoyed what they liked as well: he liked going on long walks on the beach, he liked those acrobatics lessons that mom shoved on us when she saw a talent show at school, he begged dad to bring him fishing when he was ten for no reason other than... god knows what actually, I never got around to ask him. Me, I didn't like any of that stuff. I had to compromise with dad when I asked to get into a judo class and then the self-defence course, I had to work my ass off for anything that wasn't parent approved for as long as I remember, be it setting up a lemonade stand to get enough money to buy comics or a new game. Of course Cain was there to soak up half of the earnings because 'it was not fair for me to hog all the money'. Go figure I could have something of my own. I don't really know whether he made the conscious decision at some point that it was easier to play along with them or whether he was genuinely like them in every aspect because not once I saw him complain or go against their wishes, unlike me.

Cain, perfect name for someone that stabs you in the back, which he has been doing for the past eighteen years of life I have had to share with him. Hell, I still have to share a bedroom and there is no space for anything but the bare minimum in there. My comics are stashed away in a box underneath my bed, next to another box with the games I own. In that regard he doesn't have an edge over me since he's got the same restrictions and what he owns is also stashed away under his bed. Sometimes I wonder if I have bad parents or something. Maybe I do, maybe I don't, they still do their best to make us happy and give us all the opportunities a small Podunk town like this one has to offer. I just want to not be on the losing side once in a while.

"Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday Sarah and Cain... happy birthday to you!!!"

After that god-awful song came the crashing of 'candles, candles' that makes me want to puke. I'm eighteen not ten, I don't want to blow out candles. But alas, surrounded by relatives, my parents and the over-eager ball of glee that is Cain, I'm left with little choice but to deal with my half of the cake. That cake has been the same for nearly two decades, or since I could remember, always one half for me, always one half for him, like everything else in our lives, with the exception of what he likes, that is only for him some-fucking-how. Once the candles were out and wafting smoke in the air, I had to grab my slice and eat it too, even though I had made it very clear a while ago I didn't like it anymore: too much frosting, too many rainbow sprinkles, too much of everything. Again, Cain liked it so I was forced to go along and swallow at least ten times the daily dose of sugar just to make mom and dad happy.

I must sound like the fucking Grinch, and I swear I am not, but, you know, it's not really fair for me to not have anything of my own. I don't blame my parents, I don't blame Cain, I just can't see how we can get along if they never meet me halfway and give me something instead of making me fight for it while he's not forced to do much to get what he wants.

"Presents, presents now! Come on!" My mom, the perfect picture of a suburban housewife, a look she carefully created for herself despite working just as hard as dad or anyone these days, handed me one of the many boxes wrapped in colourful fabric, starting with one of the smallest ones. "I hope you'll like it, we went to that shop you like so much."

"Which one?"

"Uh what's it called again? It's that fancy comic shop you always buy those Japanese comics from." I was tempted to correct her but for once I was pleasantly surprised that they had gone to a place they wouldn't even touch with a stick normally. I opened the package and revealed a glossy plastic box that inside contained what looked like an impossibly realistic statuine of a centaur. Given the slender build of the creature and the undeniable presence of tits one size too big for such a small creature, it was clearly a female. I opened it and examined the damn thing in detail and almost choked on that cake when I saw the manufacturer had even added tits where a regular horse would have them. How in the seven hells did mom miss that detail?? Indecency aside it was very pretty, the female had some nice braids in her hair and a long spear in her hands. "I think you'll like it, it's from one of the shows you like." I coughed, spitting out some bits of frosting.

"That's... that's, ugh, mom, those are Cain's favourite shows, not mine." As I looked around and saw what he was holding in his hands, I saw that he was looking closely to a model of something I would have watched. It was an even more detailed figurine of a dragon, or so it appeared at first sight because as Cain put it on the table, I noticed that it was also a taur while also being a dragon at the same time. It was fascinating, a work of art and absolutely something I would fawn over and buy at a moment's notice given my passion for reptiles and dragons. The blood red, the strong, detailed musculature, the way the creature's eyes radiated confidence even though it wasn't alive... It dawned on me after a while that my parents hadn't bought them because they thought we'd like them: to Cain was handed a male character in the form of a dragon, I was handed a female centaur. Real classy. "Mom, did you seriously buy me this and him that one?"

"Yes, aren't they cute?" I suppressed a huge groan in front of a rather confused audience formed by relatives I forgot existed. "Is something wrong?" Dad frowned.

"Dad, which one of us has gone to horse riding school?"

"Cain did."

"And which one of us has worn dragon shirts that made you label me as a nerd and tomboy for the past five years?"

"You did." Dad still looked confused.

"So why did you give me a horse, for which I have no interest in and him a dragon which I'm sure you forgot I personally love?" I wiggled the statuines in their faces.

"Are you saying you don't like them?" An old woman chirped from the sides with a big fat frown on her face.

"No aunt Patty, I'm not saying that, they are pretty, but it's clear that they bought them not thinking of what we like." I looked at Cain and saw him back away from me, hands in the air.

"I like dragons just as much as you."

"No you don't!" I admit I almost screamed. The gall on that fucker! Again backing away when things got sour! "You don't' even know the difference between a dragon and a wyvern!" The looks on the faces of everyone present told me that no one knew what the difference was.

"Well, you heard him, he also likes dragons." Mom scoffed, the usual 'Sarah is mad about something dumb' scoff.

"But I hate horses! I don't like them one bit, never did, never will! They smell bad, they scare me!" You can't tell what goes on in their heads!

"But what of all the years you went to horse riding school? You had a lot of friends and loved it there, didn't you?"

"When... when have I ever told you I liked it? Don't you remember that it was Cain that wanted to learn how to ride horses? Don't your remember the first day I cried when they put me on one because it was too tall and I was scared of heights? You always assume I like what he likes and never ask me what I want! It's always Cain first and me not even second! I come last in this family just because I don't go along with your whims!" The looks of disapproval on the faces of everyone were starting to hurt a lot, all of them annoyed, angry, bothered by the fact that I wasn't happy with a present.

"Stop making a fuss over a dumb toy..." Aunt Patty groaned.

"It's not about the toy! It the... principle! Of everything!" I slammed my fists on the table, knocking a few empty glasses off that rolled among the crumbs leftover from previously eaten cookies and freshly cut cake. "God why does no one in here ever gives me what I want?" I grabbed the dumb centaur and stormed off, heading to my room, well, our room because of course I didn't have one and was forced to share even my sleep with him.

I slammed the door behind me and threw myself on the bed, pulling the curtain that divided his half of the room from mine with a rope I had set up long ago to give me a modicum of privacy. In my hands I still had the damn toy and as much as I hated it at the moment, I couldn't bring myself to break it so I put it on the nightstand beside me. I stared at the ceiling, at my posters that clearly depicted all sorts of things fantasy and science fiction, an easy, obvious clue that somehow dad and mom had both missed. It took some time for the commotion outside the room to die down and resume their normal birthday shenanigans. Then the door opened and Cain walked in, opening the curtain and presenting me with another piece of cake.

"I hate that flavour of cake and you know it." He looked at it for a few seconds before placing it right next to the centaur statue.

"Mom's upset."

"And I'm not?" God I could kill him right now and I'd be happy.

"She thought you'd like it, you know? She went to that place you like, bought it and..."

"Oh for fuck's sake Cain, she didn't go in there for me, she would never, mom probably saw something she thought you'd like and it just so happened to have something 'for me' as well." I scoffed when he made the same face as aunt Patty. "Don't give me the same shit as them, ok? I won't stand it. When was the last time mom and dad forced you to do something I wanted?" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out of it. "When was the last time you had to beg them for something you wanted? When was the last time dad refused to do something you liked because he was too busy?" Again his mouth tried to make something come out to refuse my points but he was having a really hard time. "When was the last time they bought you something you didn't like and made you accept it anyways? Because it happens to me all the time. I wanted to go to a comic convention a couple of towns over, dad told he was busy, but you wanted to go to a fishing competition that was an eight hour drive away? He called In sick and jumped on the car. I asked to be enrolled in that defence class the gym offered but mom said it wasn't for me so I had to get a part time job to pay for it, but you wanted to learn how to ride horses, which is ten times as expensive and a hundred times less important since A, we don't have a horse and B, who the fuck goes around in horses anyways. But they forked out five hundred bucks a month for the two of us to get on one of those dumb animals for five years."

"Sarah, you can't just... say that... they worked hard to give us all that we wanted." Cain sat on my bed, concerned I could tell, but fuck if I hated that look and that concern.

"Ok so next time I ask for something you'll help me? You will say no to your precious horse lessons and go to the gym with me? Say no to anything you like so that I can get something for once?" He stared at me. "Of course, but last time I had the finals for that judo tournament where I was going to win you begged me to come and see your theatre performance. Why is it that you never help me? Why? And why the fuck do you suddenly like dragons? You just said that so that you'd not have to say no to mom, again." We stared at each other, me, angry, him, saddened, guilty, confused and a bit ashamed. I slumped on the bed and sighed. "I don't hate you or them, I know you mean well, but sometimes I wonder if any of you care for what I want or think."

"Sarah..." I saw Cain bunch up his fists, trying to find some words to say but there was little he could do that would help his case. He never thought of how much our parents granted him and never how much I was made to leave behind. "I'll take this and give you mine." He grabbed the centaur and replaced the cursed figurine with his own present, then he left.

I laid there alone for a long while, until the sounds of the party were starting to fade and the steps of people going around the house headed for the front door. Time passed with me just staring at the statue in my hands, admiring the perfect make, the insane details of each scale carved into a mysterious polymer that warmed up with my hands. I was a little shocked to see that whoever made this also decided to grant the dragon a set of genitals of their own, in the form of a sheath that reminded me far too much of a horse's. It was covered in scales to an extent, sure, but it looked much more fitting on a... dragontaur than anything more furry I had ever seen. It was a small gesture of apology from Cain to give this to me, an acknowledgement that he was in the wrong and had been for a while. It was a start if anything.

But time flew and before I knew it, it was almost four in the afternoon and I was about to be late for my gym session, and that was not something I wanted to happen. I grabbed my stuff and even the statue so that I could show it to my friends, vent a little because unlike my family I had friends that listened and not patronised me on a daily basis. On my way out I bumped into dad and a couple of leftover relatives who gave me the stink eye, I whooshed past and grabbed the first bus I could, the bag on my shoulders swinging left and right.

I reached the gym, got into the showers, got dressed properly in my special clothes, the ones I bought with birthday money a year ago from a specialized sports website and they still fit amazingly, maybe a little too tight for my ass but I guess it brought some femininity to my 'tomboy' look as mom put it too often. It took just a moment to secure the private locker I had included in my membership and then I went into the slightly sweaty personal heaven of mine. I loved this place, I don't know why exactly, but it made me feel good, it made me feel important to some degree, here I could stop thinking and just work out. The short sports bra and shirt I had bared what little of abs I had, something that made me proud, something most guys didn't have. But there was also another reason why I came here and that reason was in the form of a cobalt coloured dragoness. Tyler had barged into my life all of a sudden when I was at the Hyperion, we chatted a little and then she left with Angel, the school's resident musclebound nerd, a myth in his own right, then I met her again, right here. That day I saw her try to work out, running, her breasts bouncing up and down, dripping with sweat, naked as always but looking even more... nude in the sheen of evaporating sweat. Just like today.

"Hey Sarah, I see you're here." She smiled and god did that smile make my knees go all jelly.

"As always... it's my little escape from the world." I smiled back as she got closer to me, her hips swaying with such strength I felt my eyes glued to them until her breasts were in between me and those luscious curves of hers. She leaned in closer and took a sniff, her slender muzzle inches away from my neck. Fuck, how I wanted her to press it closer, to let her lick me... it had taken me a long time to figure out just why I felt sad when she wasn't here with me, but I had managed to do it and the reason broke my heart. I couldn't have her, no one aside from Angel or the most popular and eccentric of students could.

"You smell angry."

"D-do I?" I took some distance and set up my treadmill, hoping it'd divert the conversation away from the annoying topic. She cocked her hips and leaned on the treadmill next to mine, tail swaying behind her. I bet the lucky ones on the other side had a clear view of her vent and if I craned my neck in the right way, maybe I could sneak a peek in the mirror facing the dumbbells. "It's... it's nothing, really. Just my birthday."

"Well, I didn't know." She slapped her head. "Sorry, I should have, I think you told me a couple of weeks ago."

"It's fine, you're always busy." I pressed the 'start' button and the machine whirred into action.

"Me? Busy? I've got nothing to do most of the time." Tyler sighed. "So, what's got you so upset?" I bit my lip, trying to shut up, to keep the ugly details away from what essentially was my crush but her eyes, her eyes were so... piercing, so deep, so perfect it was hard to say no to her. As if I'd say no to her anyways. Who would be so dumb? "Tell me."

I told her, everything, every last annoying, stupid and angering detail that I could fish out. I got angry at some point, forcing myself to run harder, pushing the machine well above my normal speed to burn off all that excess energy. I talked, admitted some things I didn't even know I had bottled up, I told her how unfair it was that I never got to have anything of my own that was truly mine. Eventually I ran out of breath, of things to say and of time on the treadmill so, as I was resting, my chest heaving after the mad run, my legs trembling with fatigue. Tyler had listened quietly the whole time, calm, measured, just as perfect as always. When I felt her arms grab my head and pull it closer to her chest, letting me rest close to her heart I swear I could have broken into tears.

"It's ok, you'll get through this." I almost hugged her but stopped before, saving myself a lot more pain later on. Maybe. "You know, I have a sister, she's older than me, but we get along pretty well. There's the times when we fight and bicker but they never last long. It's a momentary thing, you'll see."

"It's not a 'once in a while thing' Tyler, it's an 'always' thing. I never get anything. Even the present I got today was better suited to someone else, given to me by my brother with pity which makes it worse."

"Can I see it? Your present I mean."

"Uh? S-sure..." It took me a minute to get back to the locker room, tired as I was, open it, drag my back out and give her the figurine. "Here." When I handed it to her, her eyes started sparkling like crazy and a big wide smile crept on her muzzle as she started chuckling. "S-s-something wrong?"

"No, it's just... you're one lucky girl to have this." Tyler tossed it back to me. "It's a rare little thing this one, keep it safe." I looked at it again, unsure of the real value she claimed this hunk of plastic had. "As far as everything else, you'd better take a break for today, you ran too much too soon, so get in that shower, get cleaned and wait for me, I'll take you out for a little date so you can have a proper birthday." I kind of froze like a hunk of ice despite me being hot and bothered. A date?? A date with... fucking Tyler! The most popular girl in the whole town and idol of several thousands of people?? "I'll be waiting for you outside the gym when you're done and then we can get you a big fat burger at the new place down the road." Before she disappeared outside the locker room she winked at me and then turned around, hips swaying left and right like the sexiest of pendulums as her tail swayed in the opposite direction, letting the smallest of fraction of her vent peek from the gaps between her legs.

Never before in my life I have undressed and rushed to the shower so quickly, going so fast I almost tripped on my pants and held the dragontaur still in my hand. I kissed the fake mythical creature on his big muzzle to thank him for existing, not even mad anymore I had lived through one of the worst birthdays I could remember since I had now scored the fattest, juiciest of prizes in existence and then put it on the small tray to my right. Not even the jocks in school could get so close to her and just me being in the same room as Tyler, talking to her, was enough to make them go purple, hell, I was still shocked she even noticed my existence in the first place.

I turned the water on and got hit by the already warm blast, instantly soothing the ache I was feeling in my legs and body, washed away with every drop. First came some shampoo, then the body lotion as the steam rose and thickened. I couldn't wait.

Me neither... she'll be just amazing for you...

I turned around at the sudden voice, searching for a man that was clearly peeping in the ladies' shower, but either because of the thick curtain of steam or because that person was very good, I found nothing at all. Now wary of the presence of someone else, I resumed showering, rinsing and watching as the soap was drained. Then, I felt a pair of hands, rugged, strong, big and warm, reach around my waist and grab me. With all the knowledge gotten from the defence classes, I bent down and elbowed my attacker... but nothing was there. I looked around and there was really nothing but I still felt the touch on my waist. I looked down and froze as two hands, roiling in the mist, caressed my skin and held on tightly.

Worry not, I'm here to help.

"Wh-who are you?" I put my hands on the swirling mist and felt the warmth of the water and nothing else, just... mist...

I'm your chance at a better life dear, a life in which you may become something more... suitable for your character. Those ghostly hands reached and grabbed my chest, finding little to grab on my pitiful A cups that normally only added to my not-so-girly look.

"What are you?"

You held me in your hands barely a few minutes ago, Sarah, you watched my body and thought I was beautiful, you caressed my scales just like I'm doing to your skin... you watched my nethers and liked how they fit on me... bit by bit, every word added to the puzzle. The toy? My head snapped towards the metal tray and found an eerie lack of plastic dragontaurs idly sitting on it. How? Does it really matter how did this happen? The dragon's hands solidified, now dense enough for me to try and pry them away from my chest but it did little. He was too strong. Yes, I'm strong dear Sarah, more than you can imagine but I'm not here to hurt you. Again the mist thickened and arms bigger than my thighs formed around those clawed hands.

"Then what are you doing?" He was hot, very hot. Every second he lingered somewhere on my skin it turned an angry red, cracking and splintering but... it didn't hurt. "What are you doing to me?"

Nothing bad, I promise... He paused. You don't trust me, I can understand that. All the shower heads turned on at once, a bomb of steam filling up every inch of space in the showers at once. Slowly, congealing from the vapours, a gigantic head, larger than my torso, so detailed I could count each minuscule scale on it, appeared before me. To the floating head joined a neck bulging with muscles that weren't really there, then shoulders, a torso and every last limb until I was facing a titanic mist creature that was every bit identical to the toy I had in my hands. This is better. The dragon hopped around, his four limbs trotting with evident happiness as he stretched his arms. I saw a glint of something wobbling between his legs, something improper, something round and overwhelmingly male. Yes, I'm pretty hung but that's beside the point. He stopped in front of me, all eight feet in height and ten in length of him. This can all be yours Sarah.

"What do you mean?"

I mean that this body of mine will be yours. I stepped back. What would be the cost? The cost is... nothing. I frowned. Too good to be true? It is, believe me if I were in your position I'd be sceptical as well, which is why I manifested before you even though I could have simply... made you better. We stared each other down from our respective points of view. Tyler once received the same offer from someone like me as well, he accepted. HE? Why y_es, Tyler was once a little nerd, Angel was a scrawny little kid, that tanuki you always see around, he was no one special and look at them now..._

"I'm not interested in popularity or fame."

I know, neither were they, well, not everyone was the same. But you're not happy with your life right now, you want more, you want to be different, you want your parents to be more... lenient let's say and, most of all, you want Tyler. I blushed even with that red shade covering my entire body now. I know you want her so badly, and she wants you too. Wait what. See, she knows about me, she knows what I want to do to you and she wants it just as badly as you. That dragoness, she's quite the handful. She would've dragged you into a bathroom and made out with you till you let her into your room where she would then fuck your brains out. And that would have happened even without me around because she's just that into you. My brain started fizzing, overheating in the myriad of things popping up in my mind, images of Tyler doing all sorts of things with me... oh fuck... She is the queen of lust and you will be her king.

"K-king?"

Why yes, you'd be better as a male, wouldn't you agree? But not any male: me. His hands lifted my chin and made me look into his glowing red eyes, at his whole body. He was magnificent in every way. You already love me and I'm but mist, wait until you're really what you deserve to be and then... oh, how will you make people envious. Your brother... he... she will have to give way now. She? Wait... wait wait wait a second... I got his present which means... oh, oh, this is golden. As my smile crept wider, so did his. Yeah, she's going to be a pretty mare.

"He did always like them more than me but... weren't you meant for him then?" The dragon chuckled.

I was meant for you since the start, despite your parents' attempt to foil my master's plan. Well, that was an interesting development. But enough of chit-chatting Sarah, do you wish to become better or will you stay as you are? I thought, long and hard, every ramification, every possibility, but the decision was easy to reach. That's what I like to hear. Now then, I know you will enjoy being in my body so please... don't hold back. Take what's yours and be the king to your queen, oh, and tell your new sister that you're the boss now. Saroth out!

The dragon smiled one last time before his body condensed into a big ball of swirling mist and slammed into my chest. For a moment I lost my breath and stumbled backwards but found my balance back quickly, slamming my foot on the floor in the hope of finding traction. I found it, but not in the way I imagined as the mere act of putting force in my leg caused the tiles beneath me to crack and splinter. I felt the shards under my foot but they didn't hurt at all. I looked down and saw that already my entire lower body was covered in the same red colour as my waist, only that, from the tips of my toes, I saw my skin splinter, thicken and turn into scales as the muscle grew and ballooned out. I watched as they crept upwards, claiming more and more of my skin. I reached down, stroking my legs, feeling the power hiding beneath those hexagons of godly material, only growing stronger as the seconds passed. Already I could feel myself tens of times stronger than before and I was barely beginning with my transformation. The image of Saroth was burned in my mind, that was what I was going to be and I couldn't wait. I kept rubbing my hands on every inch of skin lost to red scales until there wasn't anything left anymore, even my face was hidden underneath them. A rush of blood made me stagger again, my hands reaching for the wall that divided a stall from the other. Again, a moment later I heard the sickening crunch of broken ceramic, bits and pieces falling down, the smallest washed away by the rushing water. I held on tightly to the crumbling wall as muscles blossomed out of nowhere, thin air coalesced into pure raw strength, seeping under my scales, making me grow taller, grow bigger, grow stronger by leaps and bounds, the end too far away for me to be able to tell just where it would lead me.

I braced myself, prepared for everything that the weird, impossible magic could throw at me, but I wasn't ready for what actually came. The heat built up, stronger than expected, a storm brewing under the surface, so powerful I felt the air coming out of my lungs could ignite at any moment and make me a true dragon. But no, I knew I wasn't ready, not yet. As the pain of growth multiplied dozenfold, robbing me of my motor skills, sending me on the floor panting madly, I felt my spine pop, crack, lengthen and strengthen. At first it was a nub poking at the base of my back, an inch long, then it was five and then again ten, longer and longer, forming what one could only call a tail. Scales resumed their march, this time sliding to the very tip of my new limb, coating it, making it stronger, more resilient as it thickened and whipped around, breaking walls just as easily as my other limbs, shattering concrete as if it was butter. I caressed it as my nails started to darken and become claws, spreading my feet to turn the ceramic into powder under growing talons, as muscle still found new ways to bloat and grow, pushing me higher and higher, past six feet. As my height crept towards seven feet, fast enough for me to almost lose my balance once more, something blocked my view, pushing out of my face, engulfing my nose. I touched my face, only it wasn't a face anymore, hell, it stopped being a face when it got covered in scales but now it was a proper muzzle, full of sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue for a real dragon. The air suddenly tasted salty, dense with something musky that I couldn't quite place just yet.

But as I was trying to figure out the source of that arousing scent, that aftertaste of sweat and manliness, I kneeled, brought down by spasms and contractions as something else happened to me. I felt weird, nauseous as my back stretched beyond anything even my anatomy should have allowed, going away from me as bundles of muscle stretched almost painfully, as bone grew and fused and mass piled on by the dozens of pounds faster than I could adapt to it. I was forced on the floor by my own weight, too heavy to move until something pushed me up, as if I had another pair of arms to help me stand. I stumbled, crashing into a wall, knocking it down and the one next to it with the same ease as before, stopping only at the third. I took my breath, gathering all of my strength as I stood up, feeling extra parts of me work in perfect unison, as organs formed where before there was just void and gave me even more power. There was a loud thump, then another, blood filling every vein, artery and capillary hiding inside my flesh, giving life to a bigger, stronger body.

I stood there, bathed in water, surrounded by steam, moving one limb at a time, trying to figure out the extent of my new size. One arm, two arms, then one leg, two, three and four, crushing tiles and pulverising them. I wiggled my tail, feeling it drag my weight left and right to some degree before my legs widened their stance and gave me the support I needed. I looked back, over the long expanse of my backside to the wagging organ several feet behind my back, over the curve of powerful, scaled haunches. I bent down, my torso impossibly flexible, low enough to stare at my forelegs, to stare at their shiny black claws, the toned muscle, the utterly inhuman shape of my digits that dug into the flooring, looking beyond at my hindlegs, at the thick thighs, the rippling bundles of steel cable that bulged underneath my scales. I took a deep breath and rose, abs popping in place, helping me up, row after row topped by pectorals I saw once in a mister universe competition once. Every single muscle group in my body was worthy of worship, but it all felt... like something was missing, like something truly important was still waiting to come out.

The air was heavy with that salty taste, tingling on my tongue like firecrackers, a sensation so addictive I wanted more and more, I wanted for it to be stronger. And it did: it grew thicker, denser, almost clogging my lungs with sheer potency as a new tingling made my hindlegs itch, an itch that no amount of scratching could sate. I curled my tail between them, sliding over taut muscle until I felt something poke from the smooth cleft left from my old body. I was confused for half a second and then I realized, widening my stance, letting all the room possible under there for the last bit of me to grow in and out in safety. My tail ran over the expanding shapes of two round objects that stretched the scales where they were softer, bigger and bigger by the second, surpassing tennis balls in a few breaths as another shape pushed out between them. I growled, proud of myself, a growl that was joined by another, higher pitched, feminine. I turned my head to the side just when I felt my cock poke out of my sheath, just a few inches long from what I could tell but already thicker than my old wrists by a lot and saw Tyler. She was standing there, in the mist, eyes glowing with hunger, her hands roaming across the plump flesh of her tits, occasionally reaching for her vent, spreading it so that fat droplets of arousal could drip on her legs and onto the floor to lose themselves in the sea of water that still flowed from the showers. She stepped forward, her feet leading her to her goal without mistake, kneeling in front of my sheath, puffing hot air over the sensitive flesh of my nethers. I felt her hands try and weigh my balls, only for them to spill out of her palms, too big for such lithe fingers to hold, her muzzle so close to my shaft I could feel it brush against it as it throbbed and grew, pushing past ten inches with ease and with so much more left to go. She squeezed my sheath, coaxing out fluids that oozed over her arms, fluids she licked eagerly as her hands slowly started to be unable to even encircle the girth of my maleness. She wasn't discouraged however, if anything, the impossibility for her to get a good grasp on me was turning her on, her scent spoke louder than her moans or my grunts or any other word in any human language.

I lifted one foreleg and pushed her snout against the crevice where my balls met my sheath, where the sweat was starting to pool in obscene amounts from the unbelievable heat they radiated, each of the two two-foot wide orbs so painfully full and so deliciously heavy I could almost lose myself in the sensation of them forcing my legs apart with their size. And still they swelled and grew in weight, diameter and scent, the sickening stench of my musk so potent even I was aroused by it. Tyler panted, her tongue sliding across every last inch of my cock, counting them as she went from base to top. I bent down again so that I could look at her worship my shaft, just in time so that I could see her kiss the fat flare at the very end, her fingers playing with the fat ridges underneath.

"Three feet... so big..." She smiled, I smiled back. There was no silence after that, only the sound of her frantic licking and the splatters of my pre on the flooded floor. "Welcome to the group, Sarah."

"It's... Saroth now." She raised an eyebrow. "Took the name from the statue. Does it sound cringy? Maybe it does... should I change it to something more... normal? Like Dan or Carl or...?"

"Shut up. It's a perfectly fine name." She shrugged, going back to rubbing her snout on my length, letting pre drool over her back, staining her perfect cobalt scales.

"I was told you were a guy before." I looked around me, trying to contain the fact that her hands were on my... my cock and she was sniffing, touching, licking and fawning over it like in some of my most depraved and desperate fantasies.

"Mmmh... so what? You were a girl until ten minutes ago." Tyler smirked. "God you taste so good... I could stay here all day..." Her tongue extended far beyond normal, circling once and then twice around my flare, squeezing and licking at the same time. I grunted, sinking my claws into the concrete for support. "But I won't do that, not now... now I need you to fuck me like it's the end of the world..." I saw her get on her knees, lift her tail and use it to latch onto my cock, pulling it lower and lower so that my flare was right against her vent, soaking it in my fluids while she soaked it in hers. "Let's test this fat cock of yours, alright? Make me scream, breed me until I can't walk so you have to carry me on your back."

"Like a queen?"

"Like a queen to her king... yes... I like the idea... a dragon with a..." I didn't let her finish her sentence, pushing my hips forward, spreading her vent apart and shoving a few inches of cock inside her. I felt her squirm, spasm and contract her walls, mouth open in a big O as we adjusted to each other's size and warmth. "Ooooh fffffuck me..."

"Gladly."

I kept her still with my forepaws, pinning her down on the ground as I pushed and pushed, her vent yawning wider, stretched lewdly as she squirmed and used her own body to push back against me, clamping down for all she could to get to the base of my cock faster. Every second spent inside her was heavenly: she was warm, wet, she clamped down and massaged the entirety of me with unbelievable skill, putting me hard at work not to blow immediately. I had never had sex as a woman, much less touched a dick in real life and now I was bucking and shoving well over two feet of utterly animalistic cock inside the most popular of girls in the entire town and she screamed for more. I had to bend down at some point because she was too low and I was too tall, ending up in smothering Tyler with my bottom half as the last few inches of dragoncock went past her cervix and into the most intimate of places a woman could have. She spasmed, bathing my balls in a small flood of arousal as she came around me, making me growl and grit my teeth just to hold on and live through the quakes of her vent. She spent a good minute flaying around, stretched beyond reason, essentially speared by a cock thicker than her legs, her inner walls doused in gallons of precum that spilled out by the sheer pressure inside her and still, when she came down from that high, I felt her press her bubbly ass against my sheath, begging for more. I grabbed her hips and started backing away, a little saddened by her protests to stay inside until she moaned loudly when I shoved the foot I had pulled out back in. She came a little again, holding on to my stronger limbs to the best of her abilities as I found a good rhythm, in and out, pump after pump. Wet squelches of flesh hitting flesh, of entire swathes of turgid meat ploughing a fertile vent and of fluids dripping all over the place echoed above the sound of the water running. The stench of sex grew stronger with time, already quite potent but now it was truly mind-numbing, a mix between the raw musk wafting from my balls to her sickeningly sweet body scent. At some point I started feeling my balls swell so much with backed up need that they pushed my legs further apart, slapping her creamy underside with enough strength to make her scream with every impact. And still she begged for me to go faster, to fuck her harder and so I did, my hips hurting from the speed and power behind every thrust, not yet rested after the transformation and already put to use, but they hurt so good I wouldn't have it any other way. In and out I went, my flare swelling so much at some point I couldn't take it out of her anymore until it was locked inside her womb. It was then that I was forced to stop and at long last unload everything I had built up. Tyler howled along with me, her belly swelling massively as my balls shrunk with every titanic blast of pure breeding batter that hammered her insides without restraint, making her grow larger and heavier. Even the fat plug that was my flare and the insane girth of my cock wasn't enough to keep it all in, rivers of frothy white splattering against my hindlegs and onto the broken tiles on the floor, spurt after spurt, gallon after gallon. To be honest, it was glorious, and messy, and gloriously messy.

As I pulled back several minutes later, my balls still insanely full, still heavy, I heard the gushing seed forced out of her abused vent, her scales flattening while the foot-wide bulge of spunk came out, staining her thighs as well as mine. I crashed down, breaking some more of the already destroyed showers, panting, my belly and torso heaving, muscles aching and burning. But Tyler, despite leaking and shivering just as much, didn't seem to be sated just yet, her tail still raised but now pointed at my muzzle while her tongue returned to lap at my cock, cleaning it from seed and her own lust with eagerness and desperation. I felt a jolt in my body when she opened her mouth as wide as she could and shoved my flare inside, her tongue circling around the fat cum-nozzle, scraping wads of sticky seed, drinking, still attempting to milk me. I had little time to marvel at her immense hunger and desires, because moments later I felt her push and slide further along my shaft, my flare, now starting to swell once more, tickled her throat only to be pushed deeper inside. She gagged and breathed in deeply, her tongue lashing out with energy, curling around once and twice again, squeezing even more than her throat did.

My balls started rumbling, swelling, sloshing to draw her closer, bathing her stomach in precum, making it swell already in preparation of the second load that was to come soon if she kept the pace she had. Fifteen inches, two feet, two and a half and then tree, my entire cock was firmly lodged inside her, making her throat bulge out lewdly, even more so when my ridges swelled with pumps of fresh blood. But again, she didn't stop there, no, she was too hungry to stop there: her snout inched further still, swallowed by my sheath, breathing deeply the thick musk already developing underneath, her tongue lapping at the fluids oozing from inside it. I saw her muzzle almost completely engulfed by it before her hands squeezed my sack, caressing it. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by her skill and gave in a second time. Just before I could feel the first spurt leave my nuts, just as her throat squeezed and that marvellous tongue squeezed around my base, I felt my forelimbs move, grab the back of her head and jam her even further along my cock than I thought possible. My sheath spread even around her muzzle until she was so deep I could almost feel her entire head crammed inside it. I roared, my legs spread wide and then I came harder than before. Her throat rippled with every pump of seed she swallowed, her belly swelling again in a short time, welcoming yet more gallons of freshly made spunk and still her hands never rested, roaming across the vast expanse of my nuts, waiting for them to stop heaving and filling her. I mashed her head against my sheath, forcing my cock to the very end of her stomach as my hips moved all on their own, humping weakly at the living, breathing, willing cumdump of a dragoness I was lodged inside of. Again it took minutes for me to stop coming, now Tyler was even more full than before, caressing her stretched throat as ridge after ridge scraped her flesh. When I was fully out, I felt her mouth kiss my flare before she turned to look at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen on a living being.

"Congratulations on losing your virginity. We still need to work on your technique." She burped, resting her back on my underbelly while she cleaned her fingers from leftover cum she had scraped off my cock. "Mmmh, tasty."

"How..."

"How am I so good? It's easy: I like cock." She smiled, snuggling up to me so that she could rest between my forelegs. "I try not to spend a day without a good dicking, especially from big boys like you but, well, with Angel now having a girlfriend, it's hard to convince the others to let me have my dose." I couldn't even imagine her going around town to all the males she deemed big enough, begging for cock, or maybe I could. "Just joking. I'm not as sex crazed as the other make it out, most of the time, although I know I can come out as needy and really pushy when I get horny. However... since you're here now, I might just be set for life, boyfriend..." I think my brain shut down when she said that and rebooting took what felt like an eternity. "I'm serious by the way. I already liked you a lot before, but now..." She reached for my sheath, now less stretched than before as my shaft was resting inside it, still obscenely fat and thick. "Now I have fallen for you, I think." She patted my flank only for her hand to move away from my upper torso to my backside and landing right on top of my balls. She gave them a good squeeze, I let out a bit of a moan and a few more spurts of spunk on the floor.

"You're a massive slut." I grabbed her head and kissed her on her thin scaly lips.

"Thanks, I try a lot." She kissed me back after a short while, her longer tongue wrestling against mine, winning by sheer skill and practice. "We also need to work on your kissing."

"Later, ok? Now we have to worry about the mess we have made." I looked around at the wrecked stalls and tiles, bits and pieces still falling down.

"Oh, it should fix itself any moment now." I didn't have the time to ask because a white flash blinded me, robbing me of any senses other than the sensation of my body resting on the floor and water running over my scales. When the whiteness faded, I was staring at a pristine room, no signs of anything damaged, no signs of me having wrecked it, although the potent stench still remained. Tyler giggled. "Now get up you big lump of scales, we need to get out before the staff kicks you out for getting into the ladies' bathroom."

"Fuck... I forgot about that!" I got up, almost knocking Tyler off my side and into the wall, but by some stroke or luck or by the new improved reflexed, I caught her and tossed her on my back. Within half a second I could feel her sopping vent leak what little was left of my seed over my scales, but it mattered little. I took my old bag and bolted out, squeezing out of the female locker room just before one of the staff members turned around and entered. "Wait... wh-what's everyone going to think? I'm a fucking... taur... thing!" The thoughts I had pushed on the back of my mind resurfaced all at once, the worry visible on my face but Tyler only smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me outside with remarkable strength.

"Just follow my lead and you'll be fine." She smiled, that sweet, radiant smile that so often made me remember why I fell for her and walked us out of the locker room. At first, I felt my heart jump in my chest, a bit because I was naked, not human and definitely smelling of sex like I had participated in an orgy, a bit because the word 'boyfriend' still hovered in my brain and because her hand was in mine. "Hello Darren." She waved at the cashier at the front desk, someone that I had known for a long while, someone I also knew that had a bit of a crush on Tyler.

"Hello Tyler." He smiled at her. "Saroth." I almost growled at him for the way he looked at her, but I held it in, somehow. Why did I do that? Why did I feel the need to make him understand she was mine? Mine and mine alone? I grabbed her and planted another kiss on her lips, the taste of my own flesh spread on my tongue, her breaths becoming a bit more laboured right there in public. Darren blushed and looked the other way. Good. She was not for his enjoyment, only mine. Wait... where did that one come from? Was it me or what was left of Saroth? Well, I couldn't say I didn't like it.

"Come on, let's get to my house."

I whispered in her ears, she nodded and just as the doors of the gym opened, I rushed out, running as hard and as fast as I could. I felt her tits squish against my upper torso's back, her vent, still dripping with my seed on my back, her breaths on my neck. I felt free. Running on four legs came as natural as breathing, easy, comfortable, the road just a black carpet beneath my paws, the cars so slow they might have been still for me. The rush, the speed, the wind on my face and her weight on my back, everything was perfect but the anticipation of what was about to come when I'd reach my home was even more. I once wondered how it'd feel for a guy to run with a boner, well, I found out that it was quite the rush and a bit uncomfortable. My cock slipped out, just a foot peeking from my sheath, but left a slimy trail of lust on the road all the same. She smelled it, I know she did because I felt her grow wet again from it, something that made me grow harder all over in a viciously wrong cycle of public indecency. People I knew, people I had went to school with, my parents' friends, they all saw me running around town with a massive boner between my legs and a dragoness that reeked of sex on my back. I should have been ashamed, worried, afraid of the consequence but it only felt right and all the more arousing.

When I finally reached my house, I had to take a moment to realize that I had actually arrived and that I had not missed it or took a wrong turn somewhere because the place I was looking at was not my house. It was bigger, the front door twice as wide and half again as tall, a ramp instead of small human-sized steps at the front, some brush-looking thing near the door that I think was something to brush my paws when entering. The rest of the houses nearby were all the same, all identical to how they were this morning, the only one different was mine. I entered, brushing my paws on that weird thing that felt oddly comfortable although it was clearly not big enough for me. I remembered that we had exchanged statuines, so he probably got the centaur. Was this meant for horses' hooves and not whatever I had? Were my parents still preferring my brother over me? I would have felt angry again had Tyler not hugged me a little tighter.

"Come on, let's get to your bedroom, I'm sure the bed is big enough for the two of us." Her voice sent my entire body tingling with pleasure, the erection under my belly throbbing and spilling a few spurts of pre on the entrance.

"Saroth is that you?" Mom peeked her head from the kitchen, the frown on her face that she had when I stormed off earlier was only partially there. "You've brought a friend?"

"Girlfriend miss." Tyler was quick to correct that and once again I felt hot and even hornier than before, every cell and scale in my body aching to rush to my bedroom and throw her on whatever had become of my bed. "Nice to meet you."

"Oh." She looked almost shocked to hear that. "Well I'll be damned, didn't know you had a girlfriend dear." Me neither. Was this the one time mom and I agreed? "By the way, did you like the new hoof cleaner we installed outside?" Ah, so that was meant for horses. Of course. I huffed, a bit pissed off because of that. "Come on Saroth, you know your sister has delicate hooves and can't go around the house without the padding or else she'll ruin the parquet." Mom started on what felt like a rant but that was not entirely focused on me being wrong or having some need that didn't coincide with her own. "Yours will arrive in a couple days because we had to go and have it custom-made. They don't really made those for dragons, you know?"

"Sorry." This time I didn't feel bad when I apologized. It wasn't meant to satisfy her or avoid more confrontation, it was just me having made a small mistake. "Where is he... she?"

"She should be in you guys' room studying." Again I almost felt angry at the realization that even with this transformation that had somehow shaped reality around us, I was still forced to share a room with him, her, whatever. "Listen Saroth, I know you always wanted to have your own room but the house is not big enough for that and I know you feel like we always give your sister more attention but you have to understand that she's much more delicate than you are. You're a dragon and a strong one at that, you've got the right mind as well, but she... she's not like you. Don't think we don't love you as much but you've always been the one we knew would make it alone, she can't, she's like us and we felt like..." There was a bit of warmth spreading in my chest as she said those words, as she acknowledged that she had not treated me right and that I had been left mostly alone in the house for so long. It was weird but weirdly right at the same time.

"I understand." I know that the world was different, that things were different, but I also remembered every offence and all the years of neglect and that I could not take them out on my mother, maybe I could if she had been her old self but this one... this one was different. I had memories of her too, I remembered that she gave me just as much love as she did to my sister but that face contrasted with another person's that did not do that. "I will try to remember that in the future." Her frown softened and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks."

I walked to my room, slowly in order to take in the new house, the little details that made sense and sparked memories I knew I had somewhere in my brain. Tyler was silent, letting me explore it without bothering me. The moment I opened the door and walked into my room, I felt a blast of the same musk that wafted from my body hit me square in the face, strong, overwhelming and hot like a sauna. Tyler moaned and so did I, influenced by my own scent, my cock stiffening between my legs once again, oozing even more precum on the wooden floor beneath my paws. I walked in and looked around, my eyes settling immediately on the immense bed that took up most of the room, not two beds, just one. That left me confused just as much as when I saw that there was one of those racks that I had seen in a farm, where the farmers let horses jump on to breed the mares or be milked for their seed. Then I saw him, no her, my sister, what had become of her. We were pretty similar as humans but now we could not be any more different: I was taller, more muscular, covered in scales and with a dick the size of my old legs bobbing under me while she was smaller, wearing a cotton shirt over her upper body, the tauric half covered in a bigger version of a skirt that hid a soft fuzzy brown coat, a neatly combed tail swishing left and right as she did her hair, revealing hints of a very female bit in between a pair of bubbly cheeks. It took her a moment but eventually she noticed too, scuttling on her fee... hooves and putting some distance between me and herself. I got a good look at her backside in the meantime and I definitely enjoyed the view of the new plump pussy he had between those cheeks. He always liked horses and now he had all the equipment of one, including a pair of very equine and very fat teats right below her belly where they should have been. They swayed and wobbled, far too big for any real horse but very juicy. Hell even the tits on her human torso were far bigger than mine had ever been before, probably DD cups or even higher. My brother makes a better woman than I did when I was still one. Talk about fairness. Wait... am I thinking that my own sister is hot and that I would fuck her? Is that wrong or what? I guess it is but holy fuck she's hot. So hot my cock started suggesting stuff that I only thought would be possible in a bad porno.

"Sarah... you're... you're back." She gulped, trying to hide the comb and make-up behind her upper torso. "You changed too." Now that she was turned around I could see her face, which was pretty much unchanged, just the same as before but shifted to the other end of the spectrum with long eyelashes, rosy cheeks and thin lips that one would have seen fit on a model from the fifties. She was very pretty with her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and almost to the junction of her human and horse half.

"Yeah, it would seem that way." I smiled and helped Tyler get off my back.

"And you brought... a guest." Her eyes flickered on her form, then back to mine, examining every last detail of my body only to look away when she saw my cock. "So you're a boy now." She gulped and blushed heavily, her tail flagging down to cover her muff.

"Yeah, it would seem that way too." As she stared at me but stubbornly refused to stare at a particular part of me, I slumped on the bed, the soft mattress letting me sink slightly. Tyler did not join me immediately but instead went around to explore the place and I let her, curious to find out what weird stuff she might pull out of the drawers or the wardrobe. I stretched myself and then put my forelimbs around my cock, stroking myself as I watched my girlfriend strut around naked and dripping with lust all over my bedroom right in front of my blushing sister. "And it's Saroth now, not Sarah. Had to change."

"Yes, yes... right." She sat down on what looked like a special chair made for bigger bodies, although I think it was made just for her since it fit her tauric half perfectly. "I guess I have to as well, right? I always felt that Cain was not a good name even for a guy. Do you... do you think that Coral sounds better?" As she said that, the air shimmered for a moment. "Wh-what was that?"

"I guess that was the end of your transformation." Tyler peeked her head out of the drawer, holding an oversized hoodie in her hands. "Congrats."

"Than-thanks?" She blushed again, hastily throwing a cover on her lower half to try and hide the bits she had forgotten she now had. To try and distract herself, like I remembered she used to do, she grabbed the comb and started fixing her hair, brushing and brushing without any idea how to do it properly.

"Hold on, you're doing your hair all wrong." I sighed and got up, still hard of course, then plopped myself just behind her and took the brush. She gasped when our bodies met and blushed yet again when my belly met her back and my cock accidentally wedged itself in between her legs and her teats. "You've got to be gentler or you'll ruin it." We both tried to ignore that little, thick, throbbing detail while I focused on making her hair the proper way. "See? Do it like this and it'll come out way better."

"You're... very good." She almost sounded shocked.

"Remember when mom wanted me to grow my hair out because she felt like it suited me better? I had to learn how to take care of that mass and I did not forget just cause right now I have scales all over the place." I smiled at her, she replied in kind. "I can teach you how to do them if you want."

"Sure." Coral paused. "Thanks." There was silence for a few moments, then Tyler went back to rummaging through our stuff, tossing clothes and all sorts of items that were suited for big bodies like ours all over the place. "This might be the first time you willingly helped me do something."

"Fresh start. I already talked to mom and she's... not the same and the same together. I can see that she has changed but I feel that she is still... mom." Coral nodded as I said that. "I'd like not to fight all the time in this life."

"I feel the same." As I brushed and brushed her hair, she loosened up, a faint smile creeping on her face while her lower body relaxed, letting the cover fall and letting Tyler stare at my cock as it was sandwiched between her teats and spilled precum all over my sister's creamy belly fur. "C-could you... you know... take your... penis out of there? It feels funny."

"You mean this?" I moved my hips a little, just a bit of teasing, making it peek from the other side of her teats, smearing them in slick pre, expecting to hear a protest or something on the line of a 'stop it' but the only thing I heard was a long needy moan. I froze, my flare accidentally mashed against one of her nipples, cum pipe to fat nub, soft flesh against hard flesh. Coral bit her lips and I felt her muff wink against the medial ring just behind those two soft mounds.

"Hot damn..." Tyler threw herself on the bed, her legs immediately spreading wide and bringing something very big and very much looking like a silicone horsecock to her vent. "She has not gotten laid yet." The devious dragoness smiled wide, her tongue circling around the flare of the toy in her hands. "You'd better give her a welcome gift." The two of us looked at each other and then I looked back at my sister.

"Is that true? You're still a virgin?" She nodded. "Well then... I don't believe in that crap but we do need to fix that." I made to pull back, my flare kissing her muff.

"NO wait!!" Coral shivered, stopping me just shy of the first inch of cock crammed inside her passage. It felt so warm, so soft, like silk, wet and just the right size for myself. Tyler was... different, she had the tightness and the skills but Coral... she felt like she was made to take cocks like mine. "I want to give my first time to... to a man I like..."

"Is there one right now?" I asked, pulling back. She shivered again, her muff winking over and over at the sudden lack of cock plugging it.

"No, but I want to save myself for a bit more." Coral seemed sure of what she said. It was a real pity but as I said, I did not want to have any fights with family in this life. "You could... you could still use my... uhm, well, my ass?"

"Are you sure?" I thrust forward, missing the mark of her muff by just a few inches, just enough to get my flare to rub against her clit, mashing on her lips for just a split second before slipping away and sliding between her teats. "Really sure?" I rubbed back and forth, her fluids coating my cock more and more, making it shine in the light of the room until it was completely covered.

"Ye-yes!" Coral screamed, her tail flagging upwards, legs spread a little more. "Just fuck my ass till you're satisfied! Fill it up instead! Dump every load you have in it as long as you like..." I don't even know whether it was something I had meant to make her say or just something she had accidentally blurted out but the result was all the same. My cock was harder than before, spurting precum by the pint as my heart raced in my chest like a sports car and her own beat just as hard while the puffy ring of her ass winked, enticing me.

"Oh fuck yes!" Tyler put her hands up in the air, the silicone dildo tossed on the bed. "I'll go get the phone to record it!" She rushed to get my bag and took out my stuff and immediately pointed the camera at the two of us. Coral blushed hard enough for me to feel the spike in temperature but at the same time I could feel myself finding this entire situation so, so, so very hot and arousing. I pulled a little back again, but instead of letting her go, I aimed my cock to the puffy ring just above her muff with my tail. She drew a sharp breath through her teeth as I merely pushed, feeling no resistance at all as I shoved more and more and more cock inside her ass, simply, easily sinking all the way to the medial ring in a couple seconds. I hissed: she was so warm, so wet and so perfect, too perfect in fact. My eyes fell on the silicone cock on the bed and noticed a striking similarity to my own.

"You feel so good sis." I bent my upper torso to press against her back, my head resting on her shoulders as my upper hands reached for her breasts and played with them. Coral moaned again, her ass tightening around my cock like a glove. "I wonder how we lived our lives in this new reality but I am starting to remember." She looked at me with a confused and lustful expression at the same time, part of her desperate to feel every inch of cock crammed inside her while the other wanted answers. "I was wondering why we had a breeding rack in this room at first, or why you have a perfect copy of my cock inside one of the drawers for that matters but I think I know." As she started to pant and breathe heavily, as her ass tightened and squeezed in pleasurable waves, I licked her neck all the way up to her ear. "Get on that rack sis. We're going to test it right now." I pulled back, almost two feet of cock slipped out, slick and thickened as blood pumped freely. Her tailhole was spread oh so very wide, almost winking just like the other hole just below to entice whatever male happened to watch her flagging. "Come on, be quick." I slapped her fat rump and made her squeal a little, but she still stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the rack, leaving a trail of fluids on the floor. Tyler licked her lips and walked over to me, the camera now reversed as she started licking and sucking on my cock in the video, making out with my flare once more, snorting the heavy musk wafting from it. As Coral put her front limbs on the rack and spread her hindlegs, tail raised, I felt like a fucking king: one girl was on her knees, recording herself as she worshipped my cock, the other panting, putting herself on display as she waited for her share of that same cock. Was this how the studs in the football team felt? No, I doubt they even knew what it would feel like, especially since Tyler enjoyed making them suffer and watch her get fucked by the other popular kids. And now she was between my legs licking my balls like a whore. "You can have your turn after, Tyler, ok? My sister needs her ass filled right now."

"God that sounds so... wrong." Coral sighed, her tail lowering for a moment.

"Are you not willing to let your big dicked brother fuck your ass then? Want me to leave you alone with the toy maybe, hmmm?" That tail rose up faster than it had come down, her legs spreading even wider. "Good slut." I stood up and started walking towards her. Tyler gave a bit of a pout since her own 'toy' was taken away from her but found a way to make herself happy all over again as she returned to the bed and hoisted the silicone horsecock up with her tail and started lowering herself, inch after inch. Fuck, I don't even know who I want to fuck first anymore.

"Hey, don't be mean." Coral gave me a somewhat offended look.

"Oh, don't try and lecture me." I slapped her ass, her frown vanishing as she shivered and her muff squirted a bit. Fuck that is so hot. "I am the one that has what you want and need." I walked around her, circling over and over, exploring her body now that it was virtually on display just for me. After a few turns I jumped, my front limbs hugging her lower body, my cock almost kissing her pucker again. "I make the rules in this room now." She was about to say something but me cramming my cock inside, an entire foot in a single moment, kind of made her shut up before she could actually let out anything but a long, needy moan. I pushed forward again, another foot, another moan. For a moment her body stopped shivering and then I felt her clamp down hard, wave after wave of squeezes and contractions, her entire being trying to stop me from moving, but failing to do so as I pushed forward again, cramming the medial ring past the puffy, stretched out pucker. "When I get on this rack and ask you to milk me, you will." I pushed again, another ten inches. "When I want you to get on this rack and let me fuck you, you will." Another push, almost every single inch was crammed inside her. "When I want you to suck me and Tyler is not around, you will." At last I felt her pucker kiss my sheath, everything shoved inside that warm, slick hole. It felt perfect, as if it had been made for me and for me only. Maybe whoever got her in love one day would have the luxury of feeling what her cunt felt like but her ass would be forever mine. I growled, she felt it rock through her body. "Take it as an apology for all the years you've had it good. No hard feelings but I'm going to be on top from now on, got it?"

"Ye-yes..." She whispered, still shaking all over, and when the shaking was disappearing and her orgasm had just started to fade, I moved my forelimbs close to her teats and then grabbed them. Coral moaned, her legs shaking both under my weight and the renewed pleasure of her high. I had been a girl for way longer than she had been, I knew how to play with myself to keep that lovely moment lasting as long as humanly possible. I felt the thick nipples in my paws, the weight of her plump, soft mounds and then moved my upper torso and grabbed the breasts of her human half.

"I always found your love for horses quite weird but seeing you in the body of one makes me wonder if I have been wrong." Of course, I had been pumping my shaft in and out of her soft, plushy ass, entire feet at a time, her passage accenting every last inch with the same tailored perfection as before. She bucked and used the breeding rack as it was meant to, to support herself as she was bred by a proper male. God did it feel just right. "But with these tits..." I squeezed the DD cups on her chest, pinching her nipples. "And with these here as well..." I squeezed her lower set with my paws, making her reach another orgasm in but a few minutes. "I think you're more of a cow than anything else." I could see that she was planning to protest, or wanted to at least, but she could not speak well. As I picked up the pace and massaged each of her four soft breast, each moulding their shape to fit my palms, I curled my tail between my legs, letting my sack rest on it. I moved the tip to her pussy, teasing the thick folds on the outside, the pink flesh on the inside, the fat clit that peeked from the lower part of her lips.

"Don't!" As soon as she felt my tail slide inside her muff, she immediately tensed up and looked at me with a worried expression.

"Don't worry sis, I'm not going to break my promise so soon." I hissed, feeling my own orgasm approach, the gallons of precum I had already dumped inside her sloshed and spilled back out to bathe my balls over and over. "Although I am very tempted to." She sighed in relief. "You know... it makes me wonder just what kind of life we've lived up until now in this world... although I know that my little sister has been training her big juicy ass for years so that her brother would not use her precious little pussy to sate his needs. Is that why there's a toy that looks like my cock in this room? Do you use it to keep this slutty ass of yours nice and stretchy for me when I'm not around?"

"I'm... I'm just two minutes younger than you! Stop calling me little!" She pouted, her face red with both shame, lust and anger.

"I'm curious as to why you did not deny the rest of my words..." The smirk on my face made her blush even more. "I might want to see you study with that big toy in your ass from now on, to keep this big juicy pucker of yours ready for when I want to bust a nut, what do you say? I'll teach you how to groom yourself and you let me use you every day when I need it."

"It's not a fair deal..."

"Sounds fair to me." I licked her neck again, making her shiver and rekindling the sparks of her last orgasm yet again. "If my girlfriend wants to of course." I looked towards Tyler and saw that she had not dropped the phone but instead made it float with what must have been magic as her hands rested on her breasts and as she bounced on the dildo that was plugging her vent so much I could see the bulge pushing her breasts apart. "I think she's ok with sharing me with you."

The moment I said that, a wave of pleasure hit me, I hilted myself one last time inside my sister and then came. She moaned, her legs shaking even more than before, her muff twitching and squirting all over my tail and my balls, the splatter of her lust matching the backflow of seed from the imperfect seal of her stretched out ass. My head snapped backwards and something hot swelled in my throat. Less than a second later I opened my mouth to roar but only fire came out, the flames spreading on the ceiling, leaving behind a dark burned mark that was only the latest one in a plethora of darker, bigger burns that probably had come from even messier orgasms. I'd need to outdo 'myself' then. Now that I was filling my sister with an unknown amount of spunk, gallons and gallons from what it felt like, pumps that lasted dozens of seconds at a time that made me flinch and grunt, Tyler moved away from her spot on the bed, stained with her fluids and sat underneath the two of us. In a moment of instinctual pleasure, I moved my body higher, lifting my right hindleg and pushing my cock even deeper inside that plump ass. Tyler took the chance to grab my paw in her hands and kiss it, pressing her snout on the soft pads underneath, sniffing and licking at them like she'd sniffed and licked at my cock before. I spread my toes around her, letting her tongue sneak in between them and lap every drop of sweat, mashing my paw on her face until she moved away and started cleaning my balls while they still churned and dumped load after load of warm cum inside Coral.

"I think we're going to go along just fine from now on." As I kissed my sister and pulled back, Tyler rushed under me, her mouth open to lap at the dripping seed from my sister's tailhole, the toy still lodged inside that scaly vent. "No licking her ass clean Tyler, I want her to go around the house dripping like the little mare slut she is."

"You're mean." Coral pouted and moved away from my belly, leaving behind that trail of lust I had pictured in my mind. Her ass couldn't even close and stop the flow, my cock had stretched it too wide for it to simply go back to its normal puffy size. Lovely.

"Saroth? Are you fucking your sister again? I could hear her from the kitchen." All of a sudden the door opened and my mother barged in, letting all the musk that had built up in the room out and a rush of cool fresh air in. Coral blushed and tried to hide the messy backside I had left but only managed to make more cum leak out of her abused taihole. Mom put her hands on her sides and sighed. "I told you she needs to study or she'll have to take an extra exam this summer." Her stern glare almost made me flinch but not because I was naked or dripping with cum or because I had just fucked my sister like she was a slut. "I think I told you to be gentle or she'll walk funny for the whole week. If you need to blow your load, use the milking machine."

"Milking machine??" Tyler, who had been sitting on the floor with an expression that told how much she had wanted to lap all of my seed straight from my sister's ass, suddenly became bright and jumped on her feet.

"In the closet over there." My girlfriend rushed and started rummaging through the messy pile of things that had been put in there. "How many times have you cum this afternoon?"

"Th-three."

"And this morning?" Oh god why was she asking me that kind of stuff with a straight face? I wasn't sure whether it was hot that it was so normal that she was used to it or whether to worry about my own sex-drive. Maybe both.

"Uhm... none?"

"Well that would explain why your sister was moaning so loudly and looks so full from just one load." Mom sighed and helped Tyler get a big clunky machine out of the closet after she had shoved everything else aside and started explaining to her. "Saroth is a big hornball, so he normally cums between five and ten times in the morning and around ten more in the afternoon, plus a few before going to bed or he'll wake up with one of his morning boners that won't go down for half a day. The party today was quite long so he didn't get his balls emptied properly." As she casually chatted about me not blowing enough loads she taught her how to set the milker and how to operate it. "Coral, you go and study in the kitchen, ok? Your brother needs to blow some steam off and if you're here you can't concentrate and he'll try to fuck you again." Mom's suggestion made Coral rush out of the room with her things in hand, the same messy trail of cum following her closely. I sighed as well, my balls screaming so full they were now that mom made me notice that.

"Hey, Saroth, honey? I know you wanted to fuck me or your sister again but... could I see you cum outside this time? I want to see how it looks when you blow your load." Her pleading eyes made me say yes after a few seconds. She hugged my cock, kissing it as if it was a person, slowly moving towards my balls, cradling them in her hands once she got to them, her snout taking in all the musk and her tongue scraping all the sweat coating them once more. "Ssssso heavy..."

"Just don't let him blow the tanks off, it happened twice this week and I can't go scraping hundreds of gallons of cum off the floor, ok? He is pent up so make sure to change the tube connections every three orgasms or you will hear a pop and then the entire house will flood." Mom blew me a kiss and then started to close the door. "Have fun!" As the room was sealed off and Tyler switched the milking machine on, I looked at my girlfriend who was holding a glass tube the size of her leg in her arms.

"Alright, alright, let's try it out."

"Yay!"