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"Ta-da!" exclaimed Tanta, holding out one hand, paw pads facing up.

The tavern's crowd collectively leaned forward, watching and waiting with muted interest as the dragon wiggled his fingers. Then there were more than several gasps and even a few sworn exclamations as a creature constructed of light leapt from the furred dragon's paw. It was a large, reptilian though fishlike beast that swam through the air as if it was water. Tanta smiled when more gasps and a smattering of applause rose from the crowd as the light beast swam and twirled. It pursued imagined prey, snapping its great jaws before "surfacing" towards the ceiling, breaking the barrier with a large toothy smile. A moment later, the illusion shattered, scattering outwards into thousands of gleaming motes of light that sparked briefly before dissipating. For a moment there was silence as the crowd took in what just happened, and then applause rose.

It was joined by hoots, hollers, and the clink of coins as pleased patrons threw payment towards and not necessarily into a small woolen bag Tanta kept for such an occasion. The dragon smiled and bowed, his wings flapping when he turned from left to right. The crowd continued to cheer before their excitement turned to sudden silence. Tanta expected this and opened his mouth to entice them into watching another display of his natural magic when he heard a derisive snort from the back of the tavern. He blinked and peered towards there, the tall humanoid dragon easily able to see over the heads of most of the patronage. When he saw a pair of humanoid dragons sitting back at the bar, one scaled in dark grey scales and the other with warm golden fur, his eyes widened. They were shirtless and the only clothes they wore were pants. Other dragons, here? He smiled and waved at them, excited by the prospect of seeing some of his kin.

"Hello!" he said. "Enjoying the show?"

"Hardly," scoffed the scaled dragon, standing up from his stool. "You expect me to be impressed by some light tricks?" He laughed. "What manner of creature was that?"

"Oh!" Tanta exclaimed excitedly. "It's a mo--"

"Pfft," the dragon snorted, walking towards Tanta, the crowd parting for him. He motioned towards the other dragon, who followed after him. "It doesn't matter what it is, other than pathetic."

"Oh?" Tanta said. He lifted the sack stuffed with coins and shook it, the currency jingling.

"Ha," the dragon laughed. "A parlor trick for some pittance? Is that what you do? Go from town to town and amuse those who don't know a dragon's true power? Is that why you're dressed as a vagrant?"

He motioned towards the robes that covered Tanta's frame. The black furred dragon shrugged, an easy smile on his face.

"It gets me out and about," Tanta replied. He dropped the sack on his table. "What would you rather I do? Act like a big, scary dragon?" He raised his claws and snarled playfully. "Rawr!"

"I'd rather you show me something actually interesting," the dragon said, both of them standing before Tanta, now. They were both just slightly taller than Tanta, though he wasn't intimidated in the least. In fact, he stared up at them with a smile on his face and a defiant shine in his eyes.

"I could do that," Tanta said. "But..." He looked away and then back to them, smiling slyly. "Why should I? I don't know who you are."

"Zeiret," the scaled dragon said, smiling back. He motioned towards his friend. "And this is--"

"Pael," the golden furred dragon offered.

"You don't look pale to me," Tanta laughed. Pael grunted, folding his arms over his chest. Tanta bowed and afterwards looked up to Zeiret. "And I am Tanta, at your service."

"Tanta?" Zeiret said.

"Oh, are we going by full names here?" Tanta asked. "Are we going to quibble about names and lineage and oh...well, you know draconic matters or..." He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head. "Are we going to have a wager?"

"A wager," Zeiret murmured. "How do you figure?"

"Because you are challenging me, are you not?" Tanta replied. "You weren't impressed by my mosa, so perhaps there's something else I can offer. That is what this is, isn't it?"

"Heh," Zeiret chuckled. "You're brighter than you look, little Tanta. Yes," he growled. "This is a challenge. A..." He shrugged. "Wager as you say. Show us..." He snorted and smoke rose from his nostrils. "Show us your brightest light."

"Why?"

"What?" Zeiret blinked.

"Why should I?" Tanta wiggled a paw. "This is a wager, yes? Then should I get something out of it?"

"Only if you win," Pael murmured.

"I will win," Tanta said, eyes glinting.

"I was hoping you might say that," Zeiret said. "Yes, this is a wager. Yes, there are stakes. If you win..." He reached into his pockets and pulled out a large diamond that barely fit in the palm of his hand. He held it out to Tanta. "You may have this."

Tanta gave the gem a quick glance and feigned disinterest as he looked to Zeiret. He shrugged.

"Some shiny glass for my brightest light," he shrugged. "Hardly worth the effort. The Sultan of the Sands offered me five for an even smaller trick."

"I'm sure he did," Zeiret replied. "But alas, unlike the Sultan of the Sands, I am real and thus cannot simply reach into my imagination for diamonds." It was Zeiret's turn to shrug. "But, I understand if the payment offered is not enough. You can concede now, we can call off the wager, and--"

"No, no," Tanta said. "I concede nothing. The gem is...good enough. The wager is still on but..." He flapped his wings. "You haven't told me what happens if I lose."

"When you lose?" Zeiret laughed. He pointed back towards behind the bar where a large cow woman stood, idly wiping glasses clean while she chewed her cud, her dark eyes never blinking. Her large breasts were covered, but her very full udder hung heavily in plain view for all to see. "If you lose, you have to drink some of Bessie's milk. And--" He pocketed the gem and pulled out a collar with a small bell on it. "Wear this."

"That's it?" Tanta laughed.

"That's it," Zeiret replied, his smile deepening while Pael chuckled. "Conjure your brightest light, so bright that it blind us if even only momentarily and..." He patted the pocket he had put the gem. "You get the gem. Otherwise..." He held up the collar and shook it, the bell jingling. "You get to wear this."

"You must really not expect me to win," Tanta said. "You offer me more than I offer you."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Zeiret said, sharing a knowing glance with Pael. "Here's the rub: a real dragon will win."

Tanta nearly growled at this, but kept his calm. Was that what this was about? He was a real dragon. One didn't need to go around being a prideful bully to be a real dragon, but he wasn't going to say anything. He was going to show them something.

"Ok!" Tanta said with a jovial smile. "You're on." He motioned towards the crowd. "I'd suggest you lovely patrons look away. This will be intense and the only ones to blame are these fellows."

He nodded towards Zeiret and Pael, the pair chuckling at Tanta's proclamation. The shorter dragon wasn't paying them heed though. He placed his hands together out in front of him. He stared forward, looking past the dragons and onlookers both as he concentrated on himself first and foremost. In his mind's eye he imagined his natural magical power, that fiery core that burned deep inside. It waslike a sun, an unyielding star that burned with the brightest light. He just had to pull a little of the light outside him, no, more than a little, a lot, enough to blind the dragons and win the bet. He growled, pulling on that energy, summoning it forward, and soon a bright ball of energy materialized between his hands as he slowly pulled them apart. It was a start, but that's all it was--a start. He narrowed his eyes, drawing on more and more of that strength, the ball growing bigger and bigger. He heard sharp gasps and he smiled momentarily before gritting his teeth together.

"Look away," he warned, his hands now held widely apart from each other, the glowing power already broader than his chest. "Except you two," he murmured, glancing towards the dragons. "You real dragons."

He snickered, his magic surging through him. He allowed himself to smile now, knowing that when he was done that he would be one diamond richer. He flapped his wings in anticipation, stepping back a little as the magical energy continued to expand in front of him. Nearly there now, just a bit more and--

He dropped his hands and admired his handiwork. In front of him floated a large sphere that crackled and writhed with magical energy. It was bright, but not blinding--yet. He smiled, rubbing his hands together as he approached the sphere. He looked over to the other dragons who stood with their arms folded over their chest. He stretched one hand forward, one clawed finger poking out. He gave them a wink and then poked the ball.

There was no sound, but the ball suddenly exploded, flooding the tavern with bright light. It was so bright that even Tanta had to cover his eyes with one hand. He heard surprised cries and swear and he smiled as the light had washed over him.

He had done it.

Or had he? The light was gone as soon as it appeared. He blinked purple-black spots from his vision and turned to the dragons, expecting to find them blinded and bent double. Instead, they stood in the same positions. They hadn't even moved an inch, though the crowd had, most of the onlookers groaning and rubbing their eyes.

"That..." Zeiret sneered. "Was your brightest light?"

"Yes, but..." Tanta blinked. "How...you--"

"You lost," Zeiret said, stepping forward. He held up the collar to Tanta. "Time to pay your dues."

"That's--" Tanta started, then sighed. He took the collar and frowned. "Fair."

"Fetch the milk," Zeiret said to Pael, who nodded and stalked towards the bar.

"Fine, fine," Tanta said, his smile soon returning. "You got me. You win. I'll wear a collar. I'll drink some milk." He chuckled. "I could use some stronger bones."

Tanta watched Pael as the dragon grabbed a glass from the bar and approached the cow bartender. Bessie shivered and moo'd appreciatively as he squeezed at one of her taut teats, milk spurting out of her seemingly overfilled udder into the offered glass.

"Right from the source, huh?" Tanta said, looking back to Zeiret.

"It's the freshest supply we have," Zeiret replied as Pael made his way back. "Bessie's served us well these last few months."

"Oh, you own this place?" Tanta questioned.

"This and a few other establishments," Zeiret chuckled, taking the milk glass from Pael. "You might even say we run this town. It's why we take such a keen interest in other visiting dragons." He looked Tanta over, up and down. "You're the first one to visit in oh..." He smiled and snorted. "A few months. Now..." He pointed towards the collar. "Put it on."

"Sure, sure," Tanta said, nodding. He undid the collar's clasps and fit it around his neck. It was a little tight, but he managed to make it fit just right. When he got the clasps click into place, he felt a tingle that caused him to shiver. He figured it was probably just the cold metal of the clasps that caused that. He looked down at the collar and flicked its little bell, laughing as it jingled. "How long do I have to wear this?"

"Oh, just until you can take it off," Zeiret said, then held out the milk filled glass. "After you drink the milk, of course."

Tanta stared into the other dragon's golden eyes and sensed something. No, not from him but from the...milk? Tanta took the milk and looked down at it. It looked like any other glass of cow's milk he'd drank before, white and pure, and yet his magical sense tingled..or was that his neck? He scratched at his fur around the collar. He was probably just imagining things. His magical intuition was haywire because he'd just expended lots of energy blinding a crowd and not impressing a pair of dragons. If the dragons were planning anything, surely they would have him do something other than drink some milk and wear a collar. He got it--it was supposed to be humiliating, but it didn't really bother him. Except--

"Is there a problem, little Tanta?" Zeiret sneered.

"No," Tanta said, shaking his head. He held up the glass and smiled widely. "Cheers."

He brought the glass to his snout, all too aware of the grins on the dragon's muzzles and how the crowd was staring at him as if anticipating something--what he didn't know exactly. It was just some milk! Good tasting milk, he discovered as he gulped it down. Fresh and creamy too! He licked his lips and slammed the glass down on the table.

"Ah!" He sighed, before lifting the glass towards Pael. He grinned. "Can I get some more?"

"You sure, little Tanta?" Zeiret asked. "You'll have your own supply soon enough."

"What do you..." Tanta said, pausing as he felt the collar tingle again. This time he knew it wasn't the metal. Something was going on and he didn't like it. He scratched at the fur around his collar and paused. His fur felt...soft? It had never been especially rough, but not soft like this nor so short. And his claws--he pulled his hand away from the collar and looked at it. His jaw dropped. His claws were thinning, sinking back into his fingers while his leathery pads were sinking into a fuzzier, softer tone. His fingers abruptly locked up, pressed together and there was nothing he could do to move them. There was nothing he could do too but watch as five fingers merged into three stubbier, hardening digits. They looked much more bestial than before, clumsy and much less dextrous. He clutched at his wrist with his other hand and stumbled back, quickly realizing that his other hand was changing too. He looked up at Zeiret.

"What..." he panted, a heat rising in his throat. "What have you done to me?"

"Me?" Zeiret said, placing his hand on his bare chest. "Nothing. Now, that collar, that milk, and a touch of Pael's magic...why, that might be doing something to you indeed."

Tanta tried to roar defiantly, but all that came out was a cough followed by a pathetic bleat. His eyes widened and he clutched at his throat. Beneath his increasingly hooflike hand he could feel his neck thinning and lengthening and yet the collar still stayed tight around his throat. Of course, the collar! He reached for the back of the collar and clumsily fumbled with its clasps, the bell ringing with every frantic motion. He heard a snicker from Zeiret and he looked up at the dragon defiantly, though his confidence slipped away when he saw how Zeiret seemed taller now. Not seemed, Tanta realized, but wasn't because the scaled dragon had grown. No, Tanta was shrinking and now that he realized it, he could feel it now, some unseen force pressing him from all sides, granting him curves where he'd had none before even as other parts of him grew out. He bleated and pulled at the collar's clasps.

"It's not going to come off, girl," Zeiret said, sauntering over to Tanta. "Not until we want it to."

"Girl?" Tanta protested, hating how shrill his voice sounded. And higher and lighter too, but that must just be because he was panicking. He shivered, still pulling at the collar even as his arms shrank slender, his draconic male muscle melting away. "I'm not a--"

Tanta whimpered in a very unmasculine manner when he felt something pull instead of push on his body between his legs. His knees knocked together and he flapped his wings in panic as his cock withered while his hips pulled apart. He groaned, rubbing thickening thighs together, his panic rising when they felt less than he knew that should be there. His manhood, his masculinity was withdrawing and there was nothing he could do about it.

Tanta hissed at this thought. Of course he could do something about it! He looked to Zeiret, ignoring how much taller he seemed, and then passed the scaled dragon. He concentrated on that inner flame of his, that magic that could certainly get him out of this situation. He closed his eyes, ignoring the sensation of his shaft shriveling and his balls drawing taut against his crotch to focus on his mana, his magic. Except--

"Oh, look at her," he heard Zeiret sneer, not to him, but to the crowd. "She's trying to do some magic. Only a real dragon can do that. Silly goat."

Tanta shivered at these words and tried to ignore them, even as he felt his fur go fuzzier, his wings, flapping so wildly, start to recede into his shoulders, and his robes hang looser and looser on his shrinking frame. His tail twitched and even that part of him was changing, seemingly shrinking and receding along with his cock. He hissed in distress, or tried to, but all that came out was a bleat. He was sounding and looking more like a goat, he knew, and he could scarcely concentrate on his magic. It was as if it was bound and restricted, in sight of his mind's eye but out of reach. Something was keeping it contained, something wrapped around it and--

"Just look at her," Zeiret continued. "She's still trying. Silly girl."

Tanta couldn't take it anymore. He opened her eyes and had to crane his head up to look at the taller scaled dragon.

"I'm not a--" He began.

He heard a wet slurp and he gasped, hands dropping to touch between his legs. He looked down too, but his robes were so baggy that it was hard to tell what was his bulge and what was not. Except--

Except he couldn't feel his usual bulge. He just felt flatness, feminine flatness as it turned out, his hooflike fingers brushing against an opening he simply hadn't had before. He sputtered in disbelief, withered wings giving one last panicked flap before they retreated forevermore into his back. He stepped back and felt his feet clop harshly against the ground. He looked down and managed to catch a glimpse of his feet twisting into hooves before he fell over. The changing dragon fell on their rear with an undignified bleat, legs spread apart. He shifted around on his rear, whimpering when he felt it expand, swelling firmer and plumper while his tail swayed and shrank, tailfeathers and length falling away until all that remained was a small flag of a tail that sank out of sight under his robes. Still, Tanta was more concerned with what lay between his legs, or really, what wasn't between his legs because his cock certainly wasn't. He poked and prodded at his forming feminine mound, bleating as warmth welled within. He was...she was...he was--

"Just look at her," Zeiret said. "Touching herself so needily in public. What would you call her, Pael?"

"A needy goat," Pael hissed. "Sort of a slut."

Tanta tried to hiss back, but bleated instead. He scowled and screwed his snout into a frown just as it began to twist and reconfigure. He bleated again and went cross eyed, watching through blurred vision as his snout grew longer while its broadness diminished. His reshaping jaw fell open, upper teeth falling away into dust while those lower shrank thinner and flatter. He placed a hooved hand on his head, the feathered crest it laid upon falling away and onto his robes. His ears wiggled and his hearing momentarily distorted as they shrank and thinned, less pointed and more paddle shaped. When his hearing returned, he heard laughing close by. He looked up and saw Zeiret was standing right over him.

"Let's get her out of these ridiculous robes," he said. "She doesn't need any, does she?"

Again, Tanta tried to protest, but there was nothing he could do as Zeiret grabbed the top of his robes and pulled. The changing dragon was temporarily blinded as the robes swam over him, and then he was free of them. Zeiret threw them away, leaving Tanta naked on the ground. He didn't look at the dragon though--he looked between his legs, the source of growing warmth and growing distress. He--no, she bleated when she saw what lay between her legs: a thick lipped pussy, her lips pink and pulsing and already slightly wet. Abruptly she looked up and realized everyone was watching her--the dragons, the crowd, and even Bessie in the back. She closed her legs up, shivering at how her thick thighs squished together. She tried to look the chuckling Zeiret in the eyes, but she couldn't quite meet his gaze. Instead, she looked at her legs. Her formerly padded feet were now cloven hooves and her once powerful and muscular legs were thin yet toned, strong enough to carry his more slender form but a far cry from what she once was. The same could be said for the rest of her. Her dark fur and its striped patterns still remained, but her fur was softer and shorter and fuzzier too. Her stomach had lost the muscle she had trained so hard for, its surface now smooth though it did have a tinge of gentle fat to it. Her hips were surely wider than her shoulders, now and her waist pressed in at key points, highlighting her femininity. Her arms were no better off than her legs, and the face that she touched was now caprine, not draconic. Her eyes were even framed by lashes now, actual long, luscious lashes that made her feel and look like more of a female. At least her horns were mostly the same, even if they were a little longer. Her round, pleasing rear helped with that too, not that she wanted it to. She bleated, lamenting the loss of wings and the shrinkage of her tail--she had to look over her shoulder to see it, a dark flag that highlighted her plump posterior.

"Something wrong, girl?" Zeiret asked.

Tanta looked up to the dragon, ready to lash out. She was not ready to feel aroused at the sight of him, her nethers pulsing warmly as she stared at his broad, bare chest. So scaly, so strong, so--

She shook her head, but her nethers still felt warm and ready. She whimpered. Was she in heat?

"Hungry?" Zeiret asked. "No, no." He bent over, holding the glass to her caprine snout. "You're thirsty, aren't you? Didn't have enough milk, did you?"

At the mention of the word milk, Tanta shivered. Not because she was thirsty, but because she felt three spots of warmth rise from her body, two at her upper chest and the other just above her already warm crotch. Again she tried to focus on her magic, but now not only was it bound by the collar but there was a haze around it, white, milky haze that reminded her of, well, milk of course. She looked up to Zeiret pleadingly.

"Oh, I see," Zeiret said softly, petting her head and looking down at her chest. "You want some milk for yourself."

Tanta tilted her head, shivering at his touch and the sound of his voice, so strong and smooth before following his gaze. She bleated in surprise when she saw two twin points rising upon her chest, her pink nipples stiff as fat and flesh formed beneath them into swelling mounds. Breasts, she realized with a huff, she was growing breasts. She watched them grow round and perky and could only stare until an odd jiggle near her crotch caused her to lower her gaze. She let out a distressed "Baa..." when she saw a pink protrusion rising between her legs above her slick slit. It looked for a moment like a pink sponge ludicrously sitting there and then it wiggled and jiggled as it swelled, two prominent protrusions set apart rising out of it. They were like her nipples, yet larger and thicker and larger and soon Tanta recognized what they were and what they belonged to. They were her teats for her udder. She whimpered and scuttled back, both her breasts and udder wiggling. Bad enough she had tits, now she had teats! Worse, both weren't just growing, but filling up with something that caused them to slosh as she breathed frantically, something that dribbled out in little white droplets when she dared to touch one of her stiff nipples. She shuddered, the warmth in her crotch rising.

"There we are," Zeiret crowed. "Much better, don't you think, Pael?"

"Mmm," Pael rumbled, his hissing causing Tanta to shiver. Why did their voices turn her on? Was it because they sounded so strong, so masculine, so in control? Because she certainly wasn't in control. No, she was a panting goat girl who could only watch helplessly as her breasts and udder swelled further and further with milk. Her breasts were already naturally larger than average, but now they were bigger than that, hanging heavily over her stomach. She cupped them in her hands and was barely able to do that and wasn't able to keep herself from touching at her stiff nipples, the new goat squirming when more milk dribbled out. Still, she was able to keep herself from squeezing at her taut teats, even as her expanding udder practically begged to be milked. She looked down at it and marveled. It was so large, so full, and it was on her, a fat pink udder wreathed tightly with veins, her teats dribbling with milk despite her lack of intervention. She felt it soaked into her fur and tickle at her feminine lips. She bleated. How had this happened? Moments ago, she had been a tall, strong dragon with magic that could get her out of sticky situations. Now she was a helpless goat girl with full breasts and an even fuller udder who was probably going to get into a sticky situation whether she wanted to or not...and maybe she wanted to? She whimpered, clutching her head and trying to look away, but her gaze kept being drawn to the two dragons, her tormentors, and yet she couldn't help but feel attracted to them. Unlike her, they were big. Unlike her, they were strong. Unlike her, they had cocks, the thing that could please that now burning need between her legs. Better yet, they could use those strong hands of her to give her the milking she so sorely wanted, no needed and--

No!

She shook her head, but a haze of lust and milk settled over it. She bleated once more, but this one sounded different. It sounded needy and lustful, a cry that said she was in heat. Worse, she could smell her heat rising off her along with the male musk in the room that arose mostly strong from the other dragons.

Other dragons. No, she was no dragon. At least not now. Now she was a goat girl with a swollen udder that...she groaned, that thought trailing off. Hadn't she just thought that? She heard murmurs and looked to the crowd. They were looking at her and smiling but not with her as when she had been putting on her magic trick. No, they were smiling at her and softly laughing at the needy goat she had become. She felt her face go red, but what was she to do? She was in heat and so full, so overly full...

She looked up at Zeiret and he smiled down at her.

"Don't worry, little Tanta," he said. "We'll take care of you as long as you're a good girl. And..." He rubbed a claw against her collar. "I think you're going to be a good girl, don't you?"

"N-no," Tanta finally stuttered out. "I'm not a--"

"What?" Zeiret murmured. "A girl? A goat? Then what are you, hmm?"

Tanta opened her mouth to respond, but then Zeiret's hands were on her breasts. He squeezed them and Tanta squealed, bleating indignantly except...except it wasn't indignant. She was excited. She wanted him to do that again and he obliged.

"Quite some perky tits for a male, little Tanta," Zeiret whispered into her ears. "And oh? What's this?"

He traced a clawed hand down her smooth stomach, the goat shivering at every touch. When he reached her udder, she bleated out nervously and in encouragement of what was to come.

"An udder?" Zeiret continued. "A nice, full, milky udder." He took a teat in his hands and Tanta whimpered, bleating against when he tugged and squeezed at it. Mlik spurted out, staining Zeiret's leggings. "I'll have to have a taste later from your udder, girl. Girl, because, well..." His hand went lower, dipping teasingly into the glistening slit down there. Tanta cried out, the sensation so new and so good and yet it was over so soon. She looked up at Zeiret longingly, wanting more. "That's a proper pussy, isn't it? Because you're a girl, aren't you, little Tanta?"

Tanta moaned. She wanted to shake her head, but denying what was true seemed counterproductive to what she wanted--and what she wanted was more, more groping, more milking, more of that dragon playing with her. Her eyes went to his crotch, the goat gazing longingly at the bulge there.

"Come on, little Tanta," Zeiret said, grabbing her stiffly by the jaw and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Tell me. Are you a dragon?"

There was something Tanta wanted to say, but all she could do was bleat. Zeiret snorted and looked to Pael.

"Doesn't sound like a dragon to me," Zeiret said to him. "What do you think, Pael?"

"Not at all," Pael hissed. "Sounds like a goat doe in heat." His nostrils flared. "I can smell it. She has it bad."

"Or maybe she has it good," Zeiret said, looking back to Tanta. "Isn't that right, little Tanta? You're a good girl?"

This time Tanta could talk. She nodded, her eyes glazing over, reptilian slits shifting into horizontal, rectangular pupils.

"Y-yes!" she stuttered.

"That's what I thought. A good, milky girl who wants to have fun with us dragons?"

Tanta paused. Perhaps that was going too far...

"The both of us..." Zeiret said. "Just us and you. You'd be at our mercy..."

Tanta whimpered. Why did that sound so attractive? Why did she want to be willing prey to an obvious predator? She tried to think things through, but then Zeiret was tugging at her teats, the former dragon bleating and moaning as more milk was drawn out of her, splashing out onto the ground along with more and more of her rational thoughts. Though there was less milk in her body, there was more in her mind and mixing freely with those heated, lustful needs.

"Warm milk," she murmured, laughing before bleating again as Zeiret squeezed at her teats.

"What was that?" Zeiret asked.

"Heat..." Tanta murmured. She licked Zeiret's arm and nuzzled him, her eyes drawn to his crotch.

"So you're ready then?"

Tanta nodded, then yelped in surprise as she was yanked to her feet by the horns, the bell on her collar jingling and her breasts and udder jiggling enticingly. She stumbled uncertainly on her cloven hooves before Zeiret wrapped his arms around her, giving her plush rump a squeeze before he hoisted her over his shoulder. She clung to his shoulder, feeling how strong he was and feeling so small in his grip. The feeling of her breasts and udders pressing in his body was pleasurable and helped relieve some more of that milk. Still, her face went flush when she realized her short tail was lifted, allowing every to see not only her plump rump, but also how needy she really was.

"Come on, Pael," he said, turning away from the crowd while stroking the goat's spine. "It's time we break the new girl in."

"Mmm," Pael hissed, sending shivers down Tanta's spine. The goat girl bleated needily, staring out at the crowd while Zeiret took her away from them. She hoped some of them would be around when she was all done with the dragons--some of the specimens before her were enticing too. Still, she had some dragons to deal with first and she couldn't wait to service them.

Little Tanta trembled with anticipation, ready to show them that she was a good goat girl indeed!

*

Tanta groaned as he awoke. He sat up straight and heard something clop but that was probably the tavern's cheap floors. He also felt something wobble on his chest and between his legs too, but he ignored those for now because his head ached horribly. He brought a hand to his head while the other rested on a soft pillow. What had happened last night? He felt generally well rested, but he still had this headache and he also felt sore all over, sore even in places he didn't know he could be sore in. Where was this headache from too? Had he drunk too much? No, he could scarcely recall having a sip of alcohol. In fact, he could only remember drinking a glass of milk as silly as that sounded. He snorted at the feeling of wetness between his legs too, actually several of them and he felt...tight somehow. There was a need, an urge to relieve himself, but it wasn't as if he had to piss. No, it was something stiff and throbbing and it was starting to annoy him. Why was he so horny? He had vague recollections of some very lewd activities last night. Hadn't that satisfied him? He sighed softly, opened his eyes and looked down, expecting to see his morning wood.

Tanta nearly screamed at what he instead. There was a swollen pink udder that rested almost obscenely in place of his expected cock. Below that were her swollen netherlips dripped with need and it took everything Tanta had in her not to bleat out her need.

With a start, Tanta felt everything that had happened last night come rushing back to her: turning from a dragon to a needy goat girl, being teased and touched until she admitted she was a needy goat girl, being taken away into a private room, servicing the two dragons in every way she could, licking Zeiret's scaled slit until his dick came out to play, sucking them both off as they used her horns as handles, giving them titjobs with the help of her big, bouncy bosom, and taking their dicks in her needy pussy and caprine mouth while she huffed and bleated her need. They helped her too, milking her udder, suckling from her teats and nipples, squeezing at her swollen breasts, and of course stuff her so full of cock that--

Tanta shuddered at the memories. She had really done all of that and more...and yet, now here she was able to think for herself again. Her heat was gone, but only for now. Her nethers throbbed as warmth built up and her udder still ached with need. She shuddered. She needed to be milked badly. Perhaps she could just get out a few squirts here and then--

No! She needed to get out of here now. Get out of the room, find her clothes, and find somewhere she could get this accursed collar off. It's what had to be keeping her locked in this form and keeping her natural magic contained.

She suddenly heard someone snore so very close by and she nearly jumped right there and then. She turned her head and saw that her other hand was resting on the fuzzy arm of Pael. Her nethers pulsed as she looked over the furred dragon, the large male sleeping so serenely and yet his cock was standing at attention. Was he...was he thinking about her? Tanta's nethers pulsed and she had to force herself to look away from him. She let out a soft, insignificant bleat and even that small noise scared her. She stood up from the bed and heard a soft jingle. She glanced down at her collar and swore soundlessly. The bell! She put a hooved hand over it and that seemed to stifle its sound. Feeling safer now but no less horny, the goat girl glanced around the room and saw Zeiret sleeping in a padded chair, the male dragon a tangle of tail, wings, and limbs. His cock was there too, Tanta knew, but she didn't let her gaze linger on him long. She shuffled unsteadily towards the door, stepping as quietly as she could with her. She hated how her chest and udders jiggled with every movement, how her nipples and teats dripped with milk, and how her pussy also dripped with her need. She hated it and yet was also intrigued and enticed by it. She wanted to milk herself, wanted to feel up her pendulous breasts, wanted to stuff another cock in her slit while she sucked off another one at the same time. It wouldn't be too long before that want became a need she would no longer be able to ignore...

"Oh gods," she whispered to herself, shivering. Slowly she opened the door and gave silent thanks when it didn't so much as squeak. She peered down the hall, but all the doors were shut. It was clear. She looked back to the room and to the two sleeping dragons within. Sleeping, yes, sleeping for now, but she could wake them if she wanted to, wake them in a very lewd fashion, perhaps stroke their cocks until they were too hard to stay asleep?

"N-no," she murmured to herself, skipping out of the room. She quickly shut the door before she was tempted to look at the dragons again. With this accomplished, she slowly made her way down the hall. She wanted to go faster, but even with her arms across her chest her breasts jiggled and there was no helping with her udder. She was still unused to her hooves too, the goat missing the simplicity of her paws. It didn't help that she felt so short and small too, vulnerable even though no one was around. Perhaps she'd get used to it in time just like being milked and milking others--

"S-stop!" she said, then whimpered, hoping no one heard her, but there seemed to be no one around even as she stepped out into the tavern's main room. She blinked when she realized this wasn't true--Bessie was behind the bar in a corner, sleeping soundly or mostly soundly, the cow occasionally squeezing one of her taut udders. Tanta paused and stared at the sight, wanting oh so badly to squeeze at her own teats, to milk herself and relieve some pressure. What would be the harm in it? At least then she wouldn't be wandering around with a fat udder.

"No," she said to herself as firmly as she could and yet even this brief exhalation trailed off into a needy bleat. She shook her head, ears lowering as she turned to the corner where she had done her performance and also where she'd been turned into a needy goat girl. A needy, slutty goat girl who'd love to--

"Stop it, little Tanta!" she pleaded. "Grr! No no, not little, just Tanta."

Little, needy, slutty, milky Tanta.

She huffed and stormed over to her corner, doing her best to ignore her jiggling udder and tits. She was happy to find that her robes were still there. They were a little big now, true, but they were better than nothing, better than walking around with her tits and bits out for everyone to see, but really what was wrong with that? She didn't mind spreading her legs and giving the boys a taste of her milk.

"No..." Tanta groaned, bending over to pick up her robes, wincing at how heavily her breasts hung on her chest. She managed to secure them in her hoof like hands but as she lifted them up, she took a sniff of their scent. She paused, then couldn't help but shiver. She sniffed again, deeper this time, taking in that manly dragon musk. It was hers, she knew, and yet it wasn't. She was a needy, milky goat girl, not some hunky dragon. That musk...she sniffed for the third time and that was the breaking point, her heat unleashed.

Tanta stumbled and fell back against the wall, sliding down it while still holding onto the robes. When she fell onto her plush rear, she let out a bleat, a needy one and she hardly cared now if anyone heard her. She let the robes fall in a pile in front of her, so she could keep smelling that alluring, arousing scent. Shivering, she spread her legs and dipped one hooved hand into her wet and ready slit while the other squeezed at one of her erect nipples, teasing milk out of it and onto the ground. Tanta bleated like the slutty, need goat girl she was unable to help herself as her fingers dug deeper and deeper into sensitive, still slightly sore folds. She couldn't help herself and yet she was helping herself, attending to at least one of her needs. She needed to milk herself, sure, but she could get to that later. Now, she needed to beat the heat, her heat, and so she sat in her corner, quietly bleating while she masturbated to the scent of musk that had once been hers. She was so deep into her heat that she hardly was aware of the surroundings or the click of claws on the tavern's floors. Words trickled through the haze, but the needy goat couldn't be sure whether they were reality or fantasy.

"Good girl, little Tanta," she heard someone hiss deeply.

She bleated lustfully, needily. Little Tanta was a good girl indeed.