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The elevator doors closed and the lights turned off, plunging everyone into darkness. With a lurch, the elevator hurtled into the ground. Draco held his breath and he could feel everyone around him do the same.

After a few suspenseful moments, the orange dragon could hear electronic beats approaching. The darkness of the elevator gave way to flashing lights streaming in through the glass walls. They were descending down the side of a vast hall that formed the club's dance floor. People below them were dancing to the music, their bodies loosened up by colourful cocktails as they moved with each beat.

"Ayy, you ready to party?" Karil smacked Draco on the back.

"Hey, quit it," Draco retorted.

The red dragon chuckled. "Looks like you should've drank more. You need to loosen up!"

Draco rolled his eyes. Karil was a fun guy to hang out with, but he could be pushy at times.

"Let him be." That was Westley. Black dragon, cool-headed, reliable. "He knows how to have his own fun. Right, Draco?"

Draco nodded. If everything went his way, he'd have just the right amount of alcohol. Enough to get him dancing, not enough for a nasty hangover. He'd find a hot dude on the dance floor. Dance a little. With a bit of chemistry, he'd find himself in bed with the guy. Chemistry and a bit of luck.

The elevator doors opened, letting the music in like a tsunami of sound waves. Putting his hand on Karil's shoulders, Westley accompanied the red dragon to the bar.

"Whoooo! Let's go!" Karil screamed.

Draco sighed silently as he exited the elevator. He envied Karil a little: he was very easily entertained. Left in an empty room with a bottle of vodka and loudspeakers, he would have a solo party and wake up the next morning with a hangover.

"You okay?" Baxter put his hand on Draco's shoulder. The green dragon had to talk louder to be heard over the noise.

"Yeah."

"You don't look okay. Nervous?"

Draco nodded.

"You'll be fine. Just a few cocktails and you'll be in your elements. We can go pick out the hotties later. You up?"

"Hehh, sure."

"Let's go join Westley and Karil."

They made their way across the crowded dance floor, bumping against the sweaty dancing bodies. The DJ was on the middle of the stage, jumping to the beat as he cheered the crowd on. Foxes in leather trunks were dancing on the stage in synchrony.

When they got to the bar, Karil was already on his third drink.

"So much for pre-drinking to save money," Draco chuckled.

Karil got off the barstool shakily, clearly inebriated.

"I think you should sit down," Westley said.

"No!" Karil shouted with a grin. "Here to party!"

He made a mad dash onto the dance floor, joining the crowd as they waved their hands to an intense mix. Westley followed him.

"Here, you go," Baxter handed him a margarita. "Let's go get some seats near the action."

They took their seats on a velvet couch that a couple had just vacated. Situated on a raised platform along the sides of the dance floor, the couch allowed the pair to eye the party-goers below. The jaguar DJ worked the mixer in front of him, bringing together beats and melodies in different ways.

"Oh damn, didn't know we had Z-Day tonight," Baxter grinned.

"He's alright," Draco shrugged.

"What? He's like, top twenty--"

"Got it, got it. Are you here to check out the guys, or would you rather spend the night ogling the DJ?"

"Pssh, not mutually exclusive," the green dragon chuckled.

They continued watching the dance floor, trying to make out the faces from among the waving hands.

"See that guy?" Baxter leaned in and pointed at someone on the dance floor.

"The tiger?"

"No, no, the lizard beside him."

"Yeah, I see him."

"What do you think?"

"Think he's cute. Got a nice bod too. Didn't know you could wear singlets in the club."

"Bet he wore a jacket or something, then changed out."

"What a bad boy. Just your type."

"You know it," Baxter winked. "Mind if I..."

"Yeah, sure, go ahead."

"Catch ya later," the green dragon grinned.

He got up and made his way into the crowd to look for the lizard. Draco turned his eyes back to the dance floor, picking out faces in the crowd.

A wolf caught his attention. He was dressed in a casual leather jacket and an undershirt. His white fur had silver luminescent highlights, making him stand out amongst the flashing lights and twisting bodies. Flashy, but not too flashy.

The canine seemed to be lost in his own world, dancing and moving his hands as if nobody was watching. His smile was enthusiastic and eager, and Draco couldn't help but smile too. Definitely someone the dragon could see himself spending the night with.

Pulsating beats ended on a sustained note as the song ended. The crowd broke out into cheers as the DJ transitioned into the next song.

Draco got up and made his way down the steps. Pushing his way onto the dance floor, he moved towards the glowing fur like a beacon. The electronic notes played the hook of the next song as a female voice sang the lyrics.

His heart was beating in his chest. Baxter had taught him how to do the approach, but he has yet to put it to the test. He pushed past the last sweaty body until he was almost side by side with his quarry. The wolf was singing along to the lyrics with his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, Draco stepped forward, pushing his shoulder into the wolf's chest.

"Oww!"

"I'm so sorry! Someone pushed me from behind," Draco shouted above the music.

"That's alright, no harm--"

"Oh, wow, nice hair," the dragon looked up, pretending to see it for the first time.

The wolf grinned. "Thanks. Got it highlighted for tonight."

"You seem cool. Wanna...dance together?"

"Sure."

They danced side by side, swinging and moving to the beat. Draco gave a sideways glance at the wolf. The wolf was rocking his moves, oblivious to the dragon checking him out.

"You dance really well," the dragon complimented.

"Haha, you're not too bad yourself," the wolf gave him a warm smile.

With each verse of the song, their moves brought them physically closer. Before they knew it, they were face to face, stepping side to side with each beat. Their chests were almost touching. Draco could feel the wolf's warmth close to his body.

Draco tried to read the wolf's expression, but the wolf was looking at him. Their eyes locked for a moment. The wolf had steel-blue eyes, reflecting the pulsating flashes of the disco lights. A confident smile was on his lips.

They danced for a few more songs until the jaguar finished performing a particularly upbeat mix.

"Whew, I'm beat," Draco said. "Wanna take a break? We could go grab some drinks."

"Sure, that sounds good."

They both got mojitos at the bar. The dragon couldn't help but stare at the wolf as they sipped their drinks. The canine's demeanor was calm and confident. His cool stare at the dance floor. Draco desperately wanted to ask the wolf out. Maybe they could go into a private lounge and see where it went from there.

He could barely contain himself. Once the wolf finished his drink, Draco popped the question.

"Want to head to a private lounge? You know, to get to know each other better?"

The wolf chuckled. "Sure."

Leading the way, the wolf navigated the chaos of the dance floor. Stairs along the sides of the club led into upper floors of the club. Draco followed the wolf up into a corridor with purple double doors. Checking a pair of doors to see if it's empty, the wolf invited Draco in.

The small room was covered in a plush carpet. A couch and table faced the window on the opposite wall. The wolf drew the curtains close.

"So what's next?"

"Well, we can sit on the couch and get to know each other--whoa!"

The wolf shoved the dragon onto the couch and pinned him down on the velvet seats.

"You're not very experienced at this, are you?"

"Yes--no--wait, just--"

The wolf was staring at him intently, piercing through his soul as he waited for the dragon's explanation.

"Fine. I'm not that good at flirting. Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far."

The wolf smirked. "I'll take it from here."

The wolf leaned in and brushed his muzzle against Draco's neck. His warm touch sent shivers up the dragon's spine.

"Damn, you're good."

"I'm just getting started," the wolf whispered.

A soft nibble on the dragon's neck made him squirm. The wolf was exploring the erogenous places the dragon didn't know he had. Draco breathed deeply and heavily.

"Wait."

The wolf raised his head. "Hmm?"

"Are...are you okay with this?"

"I am. Are you?"

"I'm a little unsure about this."

"Heh, you seemed sure of yourself on the dance floor though. But if you're not enjoying yourself, we can stop."

"No. Wait. I want this. I'm not...I'm just..."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah. Nervous. Sorry."

"I can help. Do you trust me?"

Draco paused. The wolf was waiting for his answer.

"Y-yeah."

"You don't sound so sure. Are you certain you want to do this?"

"I...erm...Yes. Yes, let's do this"

"Look into my eyes."

Draco complied, focusing on the wolf's eyes. Blue that he could get lost in, if he simply relaxed. If he allowed himself to sink into the sea of gentle blue. His shoulders released all the tension that had built up, tension he didn't know he had.

The world faded away. He was sinking deeper and deeper into the couch, allowing the velvet to envelope him. The wolf's touch was warm and resolute, stroking Draco's erogenous regions with his skillful hands. Following his obliques to the underside of his arms. Circling his nipples, gently squeezing them through the fabric of his shirt. Around his neck, tracing his tender flesh and collarbones. Along his inner thighs, up to where his--

"Hnff..." Draco moaned as the wolf squeezed his bulge.

His cock was already hard in his pants, throbbing against the wolf's firm grip. The wolf's fingers traced the outline of his manhood; fondling his jewels with the most sensual of touches; massaging his shaft with an uncompromising grip.

He was lost in his blissful indulgence when the sharp snap of fingers cut through the haze of his mind. The soft cushions of the couch rushed back to meet him.

"Whoa," he gasped, sitting up straight.

"How was it?" The wolf reclined on the couch with a smile on his lips.

"Was that..."

"Hypnosis, yeah."

"Damn, that felt good. Like, really, really good."

"That was only the beginning."

"Whew." Draco shivered.

How much further did this go? The euphoria had been so utterly intoxicating; it was hard to imagine it could get any more intense. Did he dare find out?

"Whew," he muttered again.

"Ready to go all the way?"

Draco nodded.

"Now, I want you to strip."

Performance anxiety seized him and he opened his mouth to protest, but a sense of calmness washed over him. Was it the cocktail? No, this felt different. He was freed of his inhibitions without the giddiness of alcohol.

A confident grin spread across his face. If the wolf was going to give him a good time, he'd do the same and give the wolf a performance of his own. Staring into the wolf's eyes, he undid the top button of his shirt.

The wolf leaned back on the couch, enjoying the show. Draco undid the next button, allowing the cool air of the room to caress his bare scales. Everything about this felt good, felt right. He undid the rest of the buttons and let the sides of his shirt hang loose.

Sitting up, the wolf leaned in and put his hands on the dragon's waist. Draco gently tugged the collar of his shirt down his left shoulder, pulling it down just slowly enough to tease the wolf. The wolf pulled the dragon in, stroking Draco's shoulder with his chin before nuzzling against the dragon's exposed chest.

Draco let out a huff of satisfaction. His attention was completely riveted on the wolf, heightening his sensitivity to the wolf's every touch. Firm fingers stroking his pecs, running down his abs, caressing his bulge.

He slid the shirt down his other arm as the wolf moved so that their cheeks touched. Closing their eyes, they rubbed their fur and scales against each other. Draco shivered.

The wolf pulled off Draco's shirt and let it fall to the floor. His hands moved up the dragon's thighs to his crotch before giving it a squeeze. Draco responded with a soft moan. His fingers fumbled the top button, then unzipped his pants. Without hesitation, the wolf slid his hands into the dragon's pants, massaging the draconic dick through the fabric of his trunks.

Their foreheads were pressed against each other. The warm breaths of their pleasured huffs mixed as they exhaled in unison. Draco thrust his hips, pushing his member into the wolf's hands with each squeeze. Every single touch felt crystal clear, as if the filters of his perception were pulled away to let the pure sensations permeate his innermost being.

Draco pulled his pants down, tossing them aside along with his socks and shoes. Only his underwear was left, and the wolf was about to change that. The wolf slipped his finger below the elastic of Draco's trunks and slowly tugged it down, revealing the pink tip of the dragon's member. Then the shaft, then his scaly orbs. To the floor went the last of Draco's clothes, leaving him bare with every inch of his scales exposed. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, so loud that he was sure the wolf could hear.

"You have a nice body," the wolf whispered, breathing heavily against the dragon's neck.

"It's...it's all yours," Draco said between his huffs.

"Do you even know what you're asking for?" the wolf smiled.

"Yes. Go for it."

"Do you trust me with your body?"

Draco felt the rest of the world come into focus as his lucidity returned. The wolf was giving him a moment of clarity to decide for himself. But even though he was fully in control, he had made up his mind.

"Yes. Take me now." He was doing this.

"Very well."

On impulse, his eyes flicked up to the wolf's and their gazes locked once more. Blue eyes that he could get lost in, except now the hues of silver and blue were shimmering. Once more, the world faded away and he lost himself in the swirling colours. The blue faded into silver, which faded into orange.

He found himself staring into bright orange eyes. His bright orange eyes. The wolf was gone, and his place was...him? It was like staring into the mirror, except his reflection was grinning back at him.

"Where..." his voice came out smooth and deep. "Wait."

The dragon in front of him put his hand beneath Draco's furred chin.

Wait, fur? He scrambled back and looked at himself. He was still wearing a leather jacket and undershirt. White and silver fur covered his arms. The calmness within him was overwhelmed by a flood of panic. This wasn't his body.

"What did you--"

The dragon pulled Draco into a kiss, interrupting his protests. Lips against lips, Draco could feel the dragon pushing his tongue into his maw. He pushed back with his own tongue, feeling the dragon's strength thrust deeper into his maw.

Feeling his own tongue invade his maw was a foreign sensation, but it felt right. As their lips danced around each other, Draco allowed the situation to sink in. The wolf was in his body, and he was in the wolf's. The dragon pulled back from the kiss, leaving Draco feeling much calmer.

"Your turn to strip," Draco heard his own voice say.

"Hey!" he spoke with the wolf's voice. "I already did!"

"My clothes are off, so that means it's you next," the dragon teased.

There was no point protesting, so Draco shrugged the jacket off his shoulders.

"Hey, hey," the dragon whispered, "careful."

Draco let the dragon slide the leather jacket off his shoulders. His touch was steady and reassuring, making sure that Draco was comfortable. His hands slid under Draco's white shirt, brushing against the wolf's abs and sides as he lifted the shirt over the wolf's head.

"Think you can do the rest?"

The wolf nodded, taking off the rest of his clothes and shoving them to the floor. His breaths were eager and excited. The dragon sat on the couch and spread his legs. His dick stood proud and erect in front of him.

Draco got on the floor and knelt in front of the dragon. In front of him was his cock: his own draconic cock. He would be sucking off his own member, except he wasn't in control of it. Instead, his newfound partner would be the one he'd be serving.

Giddy with excitement, Draco gripped the dragon's thighs and took the draconic shaft in his maw. He puckered his lips so his canine teeth wouldn't scrape the skin of the dick. His tongue explored the ridges on the underside of the shaft.

Was it his imagination that he could feel the same stimulation on his canid shaft? Or was the dragon's pleasure his pleasure too? He bobbed his head up and down, squeezing his lips to form an airtight seal around the dragon's staff. As he sucked, he could taste the familiar tang of the dragon's salty pre.

The dragon let out a soft moan with each nod of the wolf. He placed a hand on Draco's head, stroking his soft hair and guiding it back and forth.

Draco shivered and adjusted his hips. The euphoric stimulation left him panting in short, shaky breaths, but he focused on the task at hand.

"You...sure know how to...pleasure this body," the dragon said between gasps of carnal ecstasy.

Draco chuckled. He'll show the dragon just what he could do. His fingers went around the dragon's balls and massaged them.

"F-fuck," the dragon gasped, arching his back reflexively.

The wolf didn't relent. Gently tugging the dragon's orbs with one hand, he used his other to grip the base of the cock. He began jerking the dragon off as he fervently gorged himself on the sceptre before him.

Draco could tell that the dragon was close to orgasm. Just a few moments more...

An impulse told him to stop. Releasing the shaft from his maw, he looked up at the dragon. His body complied with unspoken instructions as he got onto the couch. The dragon pounced on him, pinning him on the couch again.

"Good boy. Time for your reward."

A sense of happiness and fulfilment flooded Draco's entire being. The dragon lifted Draco's legs and rested the wolf's heels on his shoulders, leaving the wolf's tailhole open and vulnerable. Edging himself forward, he nudged the tip of his cock against the wolf's pucker.

Draco was thankful for the fellatio earlier. His copious saliva was acting as a lubricant as the dragon eased his shaft into the wolf's tunnel. He tensed his muscles, squeezing the shaft inside him.

"Fuck..." the dragon huffed.

Gently pulling out, he thrust back in carefully. Draco exhaled. He could feel the pain of his inner walls being stretched, mixed in with the satisfying pleasure of being filled. As the cock filled him once more, a grin spread across his lips as he got used to the size. His size within him.

Making sure that the wolf was comfortable, the dragon thrust faster and faster. The wolf's hole was tight and snug around his shaft, milking his cock with firm squeezes. Draco moaned, feeling the pleasure of a tight tailhole massaging his canine shaft and clutching his knot.

"Faster," he gasped.

"My pleasure."

The dragon pounded the wolf's rump relentlessly, each thrust more forceful than the previous. Their fervent huffs filled the room as they felt their orgasms fast approaching. Draco looked at the dragon. Just like the wolf, the dragon's expression was one of pure euphoria. Colours flooded Draco's vision with each thrust, feeling the stimulation in both his tailhole and his throbbing shaft.

Once more, their eyes met. As Draco lost himself in the dragon's eyes, he could feel the dragon's thoughts seep into his mind. The dragon's raw, primal emotions were melded with unbridled lust. They mixed in with Draco's thoughts, making it hard to differentiate which thought was whose. It felt like he was the wolf. The dragon. Both at the same time.

They reached their orgasms at the same time. The dragon filled the wolf's tailhole with his warm seed while the wolf shot rope after rope of spunk on the dragon's chest. Their pants gradually slowed down into steady breaths as the lust within them subsided, leaving them in the warm afterglow of the orgasm.

The dragon pulled out from Draco's tailhole and laid down beside the wolf.

"How was it?"

"That was my most intense experience ever," Draco admitted. "And this is the first time I'm doing this...body swap thing."

He admired his furry body, still barely able to come to terms with it.

"Your body is nice too," the dragon smiled, stroking the wolf's chest and ruffling his fur. "And you look cute with some fur on you."

"Hey!" Draco protested with a grin.

They laid there without a word, letting the flashing lights and electronic music fill the space between them.

"It's getting late. We can head back if you want," Draco got up.

"I was thinking we could go meet your friends. The three dragons you came here with?"

"Wait! Are you looking into my mind again?"

"Nah. I noticed them staring when we came up here."

"Oh, great. Guess it's no secret now," Draco rolled his eyes. "Come on, give me back my body so I can put on my clothes."

"I have a better idea."

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Draco made his way down the steps to the dance floor. Following closely behind him was the white wolf. The pair searched the club for a bit until they found the three dragons they were looking for. Karil looked drunk as he leaned on Baxter's shoulder. Westley was smiling, but he looked tired.

"I see you met someone tonight?" Westley asked, nodding at the wolf. "Nice to meet you, I'm Westley."

He held out a hand to shake and the wolf took it.

"I'm uh..." the wolf looked at the orange dragon for help.

"Decro. His name is Decro."

"Nice. That's Baxter, and that's Karil," Westley introduced the dragons.

The wolf nodded.

"Anyway, it's 3 AM so I think we'll head back to the hotel. Karil's drunk anyway."

"Am not."

"You were puking in the toilet!"

"Only once. I want to go for the after party!"

"We can have our own after-party back at the hotel," Draco chuckled.

They made their way to the elevators, with Westley guiding a stumbling Karil between the other clubbers. Draco hung back with Baxter and the wolf.

"Any luck with the lizard?" he nodded at Baxter.

"Nah, he wasn't into guys," the green dragon shrugged resignedly.

"Damn, that sucks. Maybe another night."

"Yeah. But hey, at least you're having fun." He turned to the wolf and gave him a fist bump to the shoulder. "Nice to meet you."

The wolf looked a little self-conscious as the dragon looked him up and down, appreciating his body.

"After my boy, eh?" Draco said. "You can have him for the night. I've already loosened him up for you."

"H-hey!" the wolf protested. "Wait!"

"I'm kidding," the orange dragon grinned. "Only if you're comfortable with it. But I'm sure you guys will get along very well."

"You're so teasable," Baxter put his arm on the wolf's shoulder. "No wonder Draco likes you. He's usually very shy too."

"Y-Yeah," the wolf agreed.

They squeezed into the elevator. The doors closed and the carriage rose, taking them away from the hubbub of the people below.

"So, Decro, up for a spit-roast? I'll take one end, Baxter can take the other."

"Huh?" the wolf panicked.

"Don't pressure him," Baxter said.

"I'm...I'm fine with that," the wolf tried unsuccessfully to hide his blush.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you," Baxter gave the wolf a peck on his cheek. "You're really sweet."

"Thanks." The wolf's face turned even redder.

"And thanks for introducing such a cute guy," Baxter turned to Draco.

"No problem. I'm eager to have fun with his body too."

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