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He turned his head and offered a shy smile, his long, forked tongue flicking out like a flirtatious wink. He probably tasted your need. The dim torchlight played off his soft green scales. Pale colors in the daylight darkening in the twist and turns of flickering flames. Zairmota the Dancer acted all the part like a submissive little bird, but it was Zair who, after his performance, selected you: slinking off the stage, leash in hand.

Your chest had gone tight when you had realized he went right to you, closing a collar on your neck. The collar was made of fur, and soft along your throat, the leather almost ribbon thin and dyed lilac. He kept the other end on his wrist and led you away with a whistling crowd behind you.

You retreated with Zair backstage, down a hall, into his bedchambers. Bedchambers, for dressing room did not sound right. Yes Zair had a vanity with makeup all arranged on the desk, but a basin for a bath and four-poster bed with satin sheets took up most of the room. Zair lit a candle as you stood in the room, light from a shuttered window providing just enough to see by. You smelled incense lit by Zair's candle, and he went about the room, lighting several more candles.

"I like to see my lovers," Zair explained as he did this. His voice was flighty and light, and even the way he moved about his room made it feel as if he pranced to every point. The incense filled the room with a waxy, pungent scent. A mix of cedar and something else... earthy yet fragrant...

Before you could think any more about it, Zair had mounted the bed, tail hiked. He ended his performance with his sheer loincloth shed on the stage. So you saw clearly the rounded curves of his butt, the erotic swirl his tail made, and below its base a soft, tender looking pucker. He had tucked his balls between his thighs, looking weighty and full in the backdrop of his small frame.

He tugged gently on the leash and asked, "Why are your clothes still on, love?"

You did not need to be told twice. Already your pants had gotten tight, erection leaving a clear outline at the sight of Zair's backside. You kicked off your pants, fingers tumbling down your shirt to get off the buttons. Zair tugged you to the bed, and you stumbled against him, shuddering as his thick tail slid under your shirt. His scales were both warmer and softer than you expected. With a curt yank, his tail ripped off the remaining buttons. You were too horny to care, your hands on Zair's rear, fingernails digging into his flesh.

But Zair turned, laughing. "You humans are always so eager!" He grabbed your collar and yanked you into a kiss. You did not expect the end of his muzzle to be so malleable, so soft. You melted against him until his long tongue slipped in your mouth. That bright blue muscle slid up and down your tastebuds, forced itself down your throat. You gagged a little, but Zair's tongue was thin, and not difficult to swallow. The hand on your collar pulled you tighter, as if he planned to somehow swallow you, his lips spreading, muzzle opening around you. Suddenly a sharp puncture inside your mouth. A fang, just one, grazed you so carefully you might not have noticed had your mouth not started burning.

Zair broke the kiss, hissing with pleasure. Your face flushed with heat even as it began to numb some.

"Wh-what did you..." you fought to get the words out. Your tongue--was it swelling up? Had you just been poisoned?

Zair grinned, dragging you up into the bed. You found it difficult to resist him, his strength surprising as yours waned. "Sorry, love," Zair said, "I like my pets to be pliant."

He laid you on your back. Your skin quickly coated itself in sweat. You felt feverish, yet at the same time your cock ached. You could still move your jaw, your tongue, everything just felt sluggish, confusing. You stared up until something touched your cock. You groaned, weakly, looking down. Zair's tail-tip sawed back and forth along your urethra, which coated his scales in your precum. He sat beside you, smiling. "So grateful my father was a naga," Zair said. "Getting the blessing of his fangs, truly I could not ask for more."

You whimpered as your glans ached. It felt like he already made you cum--you were just so sensitive down there.

"My venom does wonderful things if applied in the right dosage, doesn't it?"

Your hips squirmed, but Zair simply wrapped his tail around your tip. He squeezed, and your body clenched up, back arched, balls tense. You felt slimy, hot cum smear across scale and skin. You came. Looking up, you gawked as several ropes of spunk splattered across his tail. It unspooled around your shaft, which remained stiff but... smaller? Perhaps it had shrunk some in your orgasm? Zair brought his tail around to his muzzle and watched you as he lovingly licked away every trace of your semen. You forgot yourself, enraptured. Zair quivered and moaned as he lapped away gobs of spunk, before sticking the tail in his maw and sucking on it for just a few breaths. It popped out his muzzle and he sighed. "Fuck, I really do love the taste of a human's cum."

He leaned over and kissed you again. This time you could barely react as his tongue coiled around yours. His muscle slithered and up and down, making sure you tasted the bitter, salty cocktail he just savored. He broke the kiss, his breath still carrying hints of your seed as he whispered, lips an inch from yours, "I bet you thought you'd mount me and fuck me, hmm? I know that's what men like you want to do. I see your fantasies plain as day, but when you get a taste of mine you'll see just how small your imagination is."

He giggled and swung his hips around, straddling you; not so he could mount your cock, but so his fat, full rear hovered over your face. "Now, be a good girl and I'll reward you."

Girl? You weren't--

Zair sat on your face before you could finish that thought. His taint rubbed flush to your lips, his pucker planted on your nose. You shuddered and gasped, struggling for breath, every inhale ripe with Zair's musk. That smell from the incense before, it was here but stronger. Your eyes watered, face flushed with heat as Zair smeared his scent across your skin. Your toes curled, and you humped into the air. Never before had woman or man sat on your face, rimming a thing you considered a dirty act, but here your feelings did not matter. Zair mattered. The taste of his scales as your tongue slipped past your lips mattered. Those pheromones as they soaked into your palate mattered. Pungent, earthy yet floral, like a strong smelling flower at the peak of its mating season. Your tongue buzzed as it lavished and worshipped the lizard's asshole. You grabbed his feminine hips, but only to better position him, seating his rim on your mouth. Drool trickled down your jaw as you kissed his warm entrance, enthralled by a passion you did not understand, but knew you had to pursue.

Your head spun, lust beating its drums all throughout your body. It was like you had your hands on some tight bitch as you fucked them, near your orgasm. All you cared about was the pleasure building in your body, and for some twisted reason it now came from worshipping Zair's ass. You made a keening moan, close to a whine, a complaint. A sliver of you thought, What is he doing to me? But doubts could not quell needs. Needs itching in your throat and face. The numbing sensation from Zair's venom had changed to the tingling of pins and needles. You did not even notice the way your tongue had changed as it lashed against Zair's ass, longer and longer till suddenly you penetrated the lizard.

Zair hissed above you. "That's a good girl... much, ah, better behaved than the last few." The praise made you quiver this time, no questioning the assignment of this new gender. All you cared about was your long tongue, somehow serpentine, somehow forked. You had felt the ends split with a little burn, but never questioned it until you realized just how deep your muscle wormed inside Zair. Bundled in your mouth, lapping up the musk on his flesh, you had not noticed, but as Zair's walls clenched down you couldn't help but realize you were several inches inside the lizard's body. Inner muscles contracted against yours, and your face burned brighter. What at first felt like blushing to you was clearly something else.

Away slipped the hairs on your head, skin molting in favor of scales. You were entranced by the sensation, how it did not hurt, how your head swam with pleasure, eyes half-lidded even as the irises brightened bluer, the pupils now slits. Your new tongue never stopped pleasing Zair. His hips gyrated against your lengthening muzzle, the changes something akin to the dull ache of penetration. Only excitement accompanied this ache. Some irrational thing in you craved what Zair did to you. His pheromones, absorbed through your nostrils and tastebuds, worked wonders on your besieged mind, the venom still pumping through you keeping your heart racing, cock erect.

Your tongue lashed in and out Zair's clenching hole, spit swiped up and down, soaking his pucker till the tender ring puffed up a little. You kissed it with loud smacks, whining and whimpering for more, but the more your tongue cleaned the dancer the less you had.

"Poor girl, you need it now, don't you?" Whatever "it" was, you absolutely needed it.

You opened your muzzle to beg, even as Zair shifted. Suddenly his sack fell into your waiting maw. Your whole head now resembled Zair's, except your scales were a palette of desert yellows. Mindful of the fine teeth you now sported, you closed your lips around Zair's nuts. Your tongue, blue like his, wrapped around his testicles. He grunted as you gently suckled his sack. More musky flavor packed itself in every wrinkle of Zair's scrotum. Less earthy, saltier, a bit bitter. Still, it excited those nerves in your body. Never had you debased yourself so readily with a partner before, but it just felt so simple and right here.

"Ah, there we, hnng, go..." his palms slid around your chest, which tingled the same way your face had. Zair tweaked your nipples, and you almost gagged on his nuts, surprised how sensitive those buds felt. Your skin still slipped away, like some peeling sunburn, shed in favor of more yellow scales, blotchy and dark in places. You did not even feel pain as your ribs and shoulders shrank in width, taking on forms more proportional to a lizard's smaller body. All that mattered were the balls in your mouth, which you continued to suckle and lavish with your tongue. You nuzzled him, snout flush with Zair's musky taint. You moaned when you felt swelling and heat in your chest. Zair's palms now massaged and teased a set of swelling breasts--covered in scales, the areola wilting from pink to a darkened yellow, your nipples even more sensitive. Zair rolled your nipple between finger and thumb, which made you squirm in the bed. Something warm spilled across your chest. Milk. Not only had you grown breasts big enough to fill this lizard's palms, but they lactated no less.

"Halfway there," Zair whispered. "I can tell you're going to be a good sow, and good sows get rewarded."

Had the venom still not left you weakened, you might have fought Zair when he moved to remove his balls from your maw. You had turned into a babe with a pacifier, but did not do more than whine as he turned around. He straddled your chest, his lithe, feminine body still athletic and lean as any dancer's might, and hanging between his legs was his sheath. His cock, tapered and blue like his tongue, peeked from its hideaway. You stared, hypnotized by the glistening member. Zair caressed your cheek. "See this? Long as you behave your masters, you'll get one of these every day. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Zair's abdomen clenched and more prick spilled out its sheath. He shuffled closer, the scent of his dick strong and sharp. For such a small creature, he seemed so well endowed. Better endowed than you had been, certainly. Perhaps that meant he had a right to do this to you. The better male, turning the lesser into his plaything. And after all this, weren't you already ruined? The transformation happening to your body had travelled down to your wrists, to your navel, but stopped there as if it waited for permission.

"A dragon's scent glands can do wondrous things to humans," Zair whispered as he hefted his sheath in front of you. He squeezed it, and translucent fluids dripped out, slid to his tip, beaded there like some perched dew drop. Your body burned to taste it, but you remained rooted in place. Your new self urged the old to wait for master's orders. Zair continued, "Expose a human to it enough and they turn into a docile, scaly servant just begging for a master."

This was what Zair was doing to you. Your eyes went wide, some semblance of fear washed away quickly as he brought his cock closer. It hovered a finger's width from your snout, your nostrils flaring. The changes worked further and further across you, but all you did was pant and whine as your hands became dainty things, covered in yellow scales, fingers tipped with claws.

"I only bathe myself in the oils of a dragon's scent gland and look what it's done to you. I can't imagine what the real thing would do to you."

"P-please..." you whispered, trembling.

"Please what, pet?"

As the words came out of your mouth, they felt near and far at the same time, another you speaking them: "Your cock... I just need a taste, please..."

"Please master," Zair corrected.

"Please master, just a taste."

Zair reached past your temple and scratched a softer patch of scales there. You relaxed a little, leaning into your master's touch. "That's a good girl. You know what good girls get?"

Your eyes brightened just as the scales around your hips blossomed in patterns of yellow. "Rewarded?" you breathed.

And next you knew his cock kissed your lips. You squealed, wrapping your new arms around your master's hips. He humped, and you tasted his tip, slimy and warm with sheath fluids. It was a bit sour, bitter, but with more of those pungent undertones you craved. Your new, dexterous tongue wrapped over every bit of exposed flesh, making sure your tastebuds became inundated in Zair's flavor. The dancer sighed, his grip going to the back of your head. He held you to his sheath as more of his phallus filled your maw. You moaned, your cock and crotch burning. Some sudden shock of pleasure gored your waist, and you went a little limp. Your head swam, wracked by some orgasm, barely aware of some wriggling and squirming out your back. Your tail, it had surged into reality, thicker than your arm and lashing across your still human legs. Even as the pleasure turned to a numbing buzz, a new heat grew in your loins. Your prick ached still, but it felt diminished, significantly. New muscles contracted. You felt empty, your loins dripping. A feminine nectar flowed from your freshly grown flower. Your labia quivered, vent clenching and inflamed. Your tail reflexively wormed between your legs, but a stronger weight held it down.

"Ah-ah," Zair said with a little huff, looming over you, his tail pinning yours. His erection now throbbed in your muzzle with precum dripping in your throat. "Good girls don't touch themselves there without permission."

But your cunny felt so empty. Your claws dug into his sides, your lusts suddenly fighting your need to obey. Eventually, you did, throwing your master a pleading look. Throbbing heat raced through your inflamed sex, boiled in your groin and crotch. You tried your best to focus on your master's cock and pleasing it to distract yourself.

Your tongue felt his pulse through his shaft. Zair groaned as your muscle wriggled round his meat. He tasted different now... potent and virile in a way he'd not before. A keening need that had no name began to burn inside you as Zair pumped his hips. His balls smacked against your new jaw. He worked in long, shuddering strokes. Each one coming with a little gasp and grunt from your master. Your toes curled. The wet between your thighs deepened with his thrusts. Even without being touched there you felt some strange tension grow at your waist. It wound tighter and tighter, heated and desirous, all from allowing master to use you--until the dam broke.

You squealed, digitigrade legs now kicking as you had your first female orgasm. A strange sensation of bliss, heat, and pleasure rolling through your loins and thighs. Femme cum spilled onto the bed, flushed the room with a strange, bitter and spicy scent. Sharp like cinnamon, pungent like all of Zair's musk had been. Your master huffed. "Gods, that scent... you really are a catch." You noticed something swelling out of his sheath. A bulb that, with every thrust, inflated as it knocked against your lips. Instinct urged you to welcome the knot into your maw, and so on his final thrust you opened your mouth. Cock jabbed so deep in your throat it stung, but the pain was another mark of your devotion to master. You quickly closed your lips around Zair's knot, suckling as he doubled over you.

"Fuck... such a... good girl," Zair growled between breaths. His knot swelled a little more, prying your jaw apart enough to expose the bright blue flesh to air. Zair's balls clenched against you as he dumped his spunk inside you. The sudden splash of seed in your throat clarified that need you felt earlier: It was an instinct to breed, to grow fat with master's clutch like a good sow. You squirmed and moaned, grabbing master's hips to hug him closer. His nuts fired faster than you could swallow, and cum washed back up into your mouth and sinuses. Thick gobs of semen slid across your tongue, causing your tummy to tighten with that same orgasmic build up. Just the taste of master's seed put you on edge. Your eyes watered, his strong flavor so pleasing you could not imagine being anywhere else.

Panting, your master finished, touching your cheek. You understood his signal and opened your jaw. He pulled back with a shaky jerk, his cock glistening with your drool, any trace of his cum already greedily swallowed. Zair seemed to tower over you in that moment, cock still hard, his smolder pinning you to the bed. His chest rose and fell like it had when he finished his dance earlier. He said, "Almost done, pet. Once I take you and seed your womb, there will be no changing back. You will be one of us forever, another needy sow for the brothels."

You stared up at him, breathless. Some small part of you still understood this was not right, but you could not puzzle out why exactly it was not right. For you, in this moment, there was only Zair, and this beloved future he promised you.

"Would you like that, pet?"

"Master..." you breathed, "n-nothing would p-please me more."

He giggled, his voice still soft and feminine even as it dripped with his domineering presence. He moved down the bed, till his knees rest between your spread thighs, his sex throbbing against yours. Your chest tight, in a swirl of emotion, kept you from drawing a breath as he caressed your cheek. "You are perhaps the best convert I've had."

You gasped at the praise. "Master please!" you mewled, unable to look at him, "I-I've done nothing to earn such praise."

He touched your chin, guiding you back to his gaze. "Never have I had a human like you," he whispered, "So pliant, so willing. It's like you wanted this."

"I... I... never dreamed..."

"All the better, then," Zair growled, "that I get this chance..." you felt him adjust his length, his tip nudging your drenched nether lips, "to make your taboo fantasies come to light." He kissed you, and this time it was tender and warm. His lips to yours a caress, so hard savor as his cock began to pierce your body. If, as a human, he had seemed big, your smaller lizard body struggled under the pressure of penetration. It burned, but burned away all the heat and ache at the same time. You clutched his back, chest pressed up against his, nipples grazing his scales. You moaned and whined, as his tongue teased yours, no doubt tasting all of his that you just worshipped. There was no hymen tear, no blood from your first time. Nothing brutal or painful. Zair took you as he kissed you: his hips languorous pistons, his cock sowing pleasure throughout your vent. Your legs trembled as another orgasm overtook you. This one, though, hit much harder.

You broke the kiss, head falling back into the bed. A weak little whimper was all that passed from your drooling lips as your vent contracted up and down Zair's length. He huffed, burying his head in your shoulder, his body a little shaky as he kept sawing in and out, till his knot nudged your labia. He huffed, panting, holding there while femme spilled across his knot on your every clench and spasm.

"Gods..." Zair breathed. He gyrated against you, knot pressing up against your vent, getting smeared with your arousal. At the apex of each little grind his tip nudged something more firm in you. It caused a sharp little sensation, close to pain, but not quite the stab of that. "You feel it?" Zair asked. "That's your cervix, pet." At another nudge it became clear: Zair so deep inside you, his tip slipping and rubbing against the entrance to your egg chamber.

You pulled yourself together enough to squeeze him. You nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Tell me what I n-need to do, ah, master... I want your knot... please..."

"I... I may not be able to, hnng--"

You dug your new claws into his back, hoping the pain might keep him from going over the edge. "Please master!"

"Y-you're just so tight... so warm..." Zair breathed, panting against you. Despite being so close, he did not stop. It was like your sex had some hold over him, compelling him to bump and grind your pussy no matter what. "S-such a good girl..."

"Yours, master," you implored, letting him go. Your whole body shook as you forced your hands between you both. Your claws left indents on your scales as your digits pressed into your groin, next your labia. You spread it best you good, trying to open your passage much as possible. On Zair's next thrust, your vent stretched, sex caving in. "It's yours, master," you urged against him. "C-claim me, please--ah!"

One firm, hard thrust and his bulb barreled inside you. His taper penetrated your pliant cervix, and you threw arms and legs around him, wrapping your tail around his. He bit your shoulder as you bit his, his orgasm taking hold. Yours rushed to meet him. Both your bodies, twined together, one shivering and shuddering mass. Your moans and whimpers were muffled by his shoulder, your body throbbing, pulsing, with heat and pleasure. All while his tapered sowed its seed all across your fertile chamber. More than what filled your throat found its way sloshing into your womb, drowning your eggs with billions of potent sperm. Enough you felt your stomach draw a little tight, his cum filling your vent up, leaving you warm and full as seed tried to escape around his pulsing knot.

It was more beautiful than his dance had been, each little quiver and flex of his body against yours more captivating. You were his, supplicant in your surrender.

He let go of your shoulder and licked the indents his teeth left on your scales. "Y-you... wow..." he sighed and kissed your cheek. "How would you like to become my new dance partner?"