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Day 7 - Mask

"Trust Issues"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryx

Trust issues. The last thing he wanted in his life was trust issues. And that's exactly what had tormented his existence for several years now. Sol heard it many times before, the encouraging comments from family and friends on his appearance. One might think such praises would be enough to build confidence. If only the brain worked so easily.

But the silver dragon of golden chest had been carried with many insults and comments since high school. And while it encouraged at first to work out and eat better, Sol never knew when it was time to stop. His determination to get in shape pushed him to the bottom of a well from which he couldn't get out, no matter how much he kept climbing up the slippery walls.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

A young coyote with square glasses and a bow tie asked, leaning forward a little with his arms behind his back to adopt a more innocent look.

Sol chuckled and looked away. He recognized the spark in his blue eyes. It was THAT kind of look. The coyote was playing the coy and naive role, intrigued and captivated by the brawny feline that had entered the shop. The baggy jeans and hoodie couldn't conceal his appearance completely. After all, the height alone was already a magnet of looks and desires, reaching easily the 7ft mark, with a couple of extra inches given by his big, sharp horns.

His heart skipped a beat, and he failed to find the words to respond in a more casual manner. The hours and hours of practice in front of the mirror always left his mind at the most crucial moment. Both wings folded even more against his back, making it look as if he had a hunch. His large tail hid between his legs while his eyes fought to look back at the clerk, but his fear overtook him with him being able to do more than just a nervous:

"I'm fine, thanks! I'm just looking!"

Before rushing away from him.

He looked back from above his shoulder after being at a "safe distance". The yote was already leaving, a confused and disappointed look on his face, followed by a short sight as he went back to his job.

It was always the same reaction. People really expected a giant dragon like him to act with confidence and flirt in response to every male and female who approached. Sol really wanted to be like that. Oh, he really wanted to stop being so insecure and go with that yote to fuck the living shit out of him. But those fantasies had always been that, fantasies, with his sex history being entirely occupied by sex workers who pretty much did all the work for him. It was pathetic.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a wall with several masks. The costume shop he walked in had an interesting variety, including a section dedicated to famous people. Singers, actors, some politicians, there was everything.

"Maybe you'll need a different perspective. Have you ever tried using a mask?"

A friend made the suggestion under the premise that seeing his face in the mirror and not a different one was still part of his zone of comfort.

The idea was stupid, but he was so desperate even the stupidest idea looked good in his eyes.

So he went through the selection, trying to find one that was of his liking. A bear, a wolf, a kangaroo, a zebra; there were so many options. But after a detailed search that lasted less than two minutes, his eyes stopped in front of a blue dragon. He knew it. He recognized the reptile. The blue horns. His golden mane. The fluff coming out of his cheeks.

Teryx Commodore, a street artist and singer well known for his astonishing murals and defying songs that went against the normativity of society, relationships, and identity. It was a surprise to find a mask of him being sold in a place like that, next to many, many famous people who pretty much represented what Teryx criticized.

It was also weird there was only one.

Sol admired his work. So when his hand picked it up right away from the shelf, it didn't look weird.

The yote had lost all sight of interest when Sol reached the counter, yet it gave him a scowl in response to his enthusiasm over a simple plastic mask. However, it's not like he really cared. That didn't stop the clerk from writing his number behind the ticket he handed to Sol, the same ticket he crumpled up and threw away seconds after leaving the store, without even knowing the number was on it.

Around an hour later, Sol stood in front of the mirror of his bedroom. Both hands held the plastic mask tightly, afraid to put it on. Even in the solitude of his room, the shame of talking with his reflection dragged him down, and that was without the mask. While his resolution initially moved him to buy it, now that he had to actually do the thing, his courage decided to abandon him.

But he wanted to change. He thought about the coyote from earlier, another victim of his low self-esteem. Sol was tired of reacting the same way over and over again. He knew it was time to grow a pair.

So he swallowed the fear and put the mask against his face, locking it firmly in place.

His breath warmed his face. The holes gave him barely enough space to see his reflection, but not a lot of peripheral vision. But it was comfortable to wear, a good start.

Now the question was... how should he start? Looking at a different face in the mirror did make things different. The mask reflected Teryx's confidence and subtle smile, one that carried a hidden message if you looked carefully. A straightforward yet still subtle invitation, one only for the person with whom Teryx was talking.

Even a mask gave a better idea of how a dragon had to behave. Sol couldn't believe he was feeling jealous of a piece of plastic, but there he was, making a fool of himself by talking to the mirror because he was too much of a coward to have a face-to-face interaction with another living being without stuttering.

"H-hey... so, how's the day going? It's a sunny day, don't you think?"

Sol cringed at how stupid and lame his first attempt was. Sadly, that was as far as his creativity managed to get. All the other openings he came up with were the same phrase said differently. Absolutely perfect.

The dragon was about to throw the mask away when a little idea flashed in his mind. He looked in the mirror. Teryx was standing in the reflection. Maybe his body looked different in the sweaty tank top and baggy jeans, but his face was exactly the same.

Maybe he needed something else. Another approach. A different face wouldn't be enough. He had to act like the face he was seeing. After all, what the dragon needed was the confidence to talk, and there were other ways to get that besides some corny lines straight out of a romance flick.

"So... Jackson's Funeral is one of my favorite works. It's a perfect representation of the traditional neighborhood's death in favor of these new apartment buildings that all they do is cram as many people as possible in the tiniest amount of land."

A short rush of confidence fueled a smile on his face. Weak hand gestures came to aid a speech based on the knowledge he had of Teryx's work.

"However, a lot of people have a soft spot for Raunchy. It's funny because it was very controversial at the time, and a lot did what they could to erase it. Today's generation feels more confident to explore sexuality, knowing it doesn't define their entire person. It's a work I made exactly when I was exploring new things, and I think I expressed my experience perfectly."

He adjusted the mask slightly, and his hands moved down and gave a soft caress to his pecs and belly. A shiver that started at his nape and rolled down the tip of his tail unfolded his wings a little.

"You know I've always been a very sexual person. There's no fan of mine who hasn't seen my cock. And that doesn't make me less of a person. On the contrary, that helps me feel more confident with my image. And while some people have insulted me, that has only encouraged me to continue."

A surprisingly natural speech took the dragon by surprise. Not exactly something he heard from an interview--not that he remembered. He only spoke the words as they appeared in his mind. It was a rush of ideas and confidence completely new to him.

His posture and gestures changed too, matching the fluidity of his speech. Slow and gentle gestures that, guided by his words, led the dragon to touch himself a little more. Tenderly. Carefully. A delicate dance that lifted his top and revealed the strong pack of abs hidden under it.

"I believe people shouldn't be afraid to be themselves. That's what I try to express in my works. It's not only a critique of our fucked up society, but also an invitation to break the invisible chains of morality that no longer fits in. We are not tied to the rules set by old generations."

His tank top came out. He didn't know why. He just had the impulse. As he spoke, the silver and golden dragon got invaded by a need to feel himself. To see the body he kept hidden and enjoy it without restrictions. And he took off the rest of his clothes as he spoke, trapped in the excitement of speaking so fluently and confidently. It was a completely new experience.

"I like this freedom. It is so alluring, so pleasant. When I feel the breeze on my naked body, and run my hands over my beefy chest, those are the moments when I'm the happiest dragon on Earth. And I am invaded by this urge to express it. Not only through my art but also through myself. Touch and moan. Moan and touch."

He didn't question the reason behind his behavior. Sol just acted under an unknown impulse, following the pace set by his words. He touched and rubbed his chest with his left hand, while the right one was already working on the throbbing cock between his legs. He squeezed the meat, pulled the skin, and smeared the pre all over the golden cock.

He didn't question it. He didn't find a reason to do so. Sol was trapped in the sensuality of his body he had kept hidden for years. The firmness of his muscles. The softness of his scales. The strong, masculine musk coming from his pits without having to lift his arms. Sol was delighted by those little details of himself that had been there but he refused to see.

"I feel good whenever I touch myself. I feel happy whenever I touch myself. I am proud of the person that I am."

He leaned against the mirror and moaned louder, staring directly at Teryx's face. And his smile, his eyes, his confidence, it all made Sol feel so happy.

The intense orgasm painted the mirror in white while the dragon fell on his ass, exhausted and beaten by the pleasure. His climax hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, yet it turned into a completely new experience from seeing Teryx's face at every moment. The confident dragon Sol aspired to be.

And with that little thought in mind, and his cock shooting the last drops of cum, the dragon rested on the ground and let the post-orgasm bliss carry his consciousness into the arms of Morpheus.

His dream was nothing but fragments of what he wanted for his life. A night club... one cute coyote of square glasses... both walking away to backstage... their clothes falling down... the taste of cigar on his lips...his inviting look as he turned to lay on his fours... the pleasure from each inch of throbbing meat invading the coyote's ass... and those exciting moans getting stronger the harder he fucked his tight ass...

And in the middle of his vivid dream, Sol noticed something strange. Deep blue scales where the silver ones were, sensitive ridges on the base of his cock, a little bit of fluffiness on the cheeks where he should have scales; evidence that his body was not his.

But this vision didn't stop the dragon. All the contrary, it was an incentive to go faster and harder, showing no mercy to the trembling coyote who had become his fleshlight. His moans and whines and pleas and squirms and the final scream that signaled his hands-free orgasm, it all empowered a horny and needy dragon, who put everything into each merciless thrust.

And while his climax was approaching, the sound of the music got louder. Sol felt the tingle in his cock, and how his muscles tensed up from the effort. His tongue hung from one side of his drooling maw. While the pleasure built up, his musk mixed with so many different scents.

And the music got louder and louder and louder... until it silenced the moan from his climax...

... and the cheers and screams woke him up...

Sol came back to his senses while a couple of wolves were holding him up. Stunned by the flashing lights and loud music, the dragon looked around, seeing blurry silhouettes and what looked like a nightclub very similar to the one he saw in his dream.

Everyone around screamed and cheered with his hands up, praising the silver dragon for his performance. But Sol had no idea of what he had done.

"Wasn't I in my room just now...?" He mumbled, a puzzled expression turning into panic.

And that's when he found the reason behind all those cheers. A little coyote laying over the sturdy table that endured Sol's brutal fucking. He was completely exhausted, his clothes torn apart by the horny dragon who took it to dance and suddenly had buried his cock deep inside his ass. From the gaping hole was coming out the load of thick and hot cum he just put inside him.

Blushing hard, Sol looked down and saw himself wearing nothing else but an X-crossed leather harness. His half-erect cock was covered in cum and emanating a strong smell that had more than one taking deep breaths around him.

It was too much for him. They all kept cheering on him for the incredible show, while all the dragon wanted was to hide in the deepest corner of Earth and never come out of it.

However, his legs refused to move. The embarrassment disconnected mind and body, leaving Sol as a puppet that was suddenly moved away by a duo of rhinos. "Security", he thought, and the dragon surrendered to them in hopes of being thrown to a dark and dirty alley where he could hide in the closest dumpster.

But instead of the back exit, the studs took him upstairs, through a door that had the label VIP written in precious stones. And behind those doors was waiting a blue dragon attired with a tight leather harness and even tighter leather pants.

"T-T-T-Teryx Commodore?!"

The impression hit hard enough to bring back control over his body. The rhinos dropped him there and closed the door as they left, leaving Sol trapped with the dragon he admired.

The VIP Suite was small but with all the equipment for a party of at least five, with a circular red couch and a minibar well equipped. The window had a perfect and clear view of the club below, and especially of where Sol was fucking the coyote. Teryx was standing right in front of it, drinking from a glass of wine while his free hand massaged the fat bulge under his pants.

"What an amazing show. You put so much passion into each thrust. And your roars, and how you unfolded your wings once you came. It was amazing."

He had heard the blue dragon so many times before, but listening to his voice in person was something completely different.

The mention of his wings hit him in the guts, and before the shame became bigger, the golden, shiny wings folded completely unconsciously.

"I know you're confused. This might be a little too much for you. The mask was supposed to only put an idea and let it grow by itself."

"Wait... what mask?" Sol asked, but Teryx didn't pay attention and continued talking.

"However, you seem to have some issues that have weakened your mind. No surprise its power overwhelmed you. But if you ask me, it worked for the best. Because I had the opportunity to see a version of you completely free. A passionate, kinky, horny dragon that would be an excellent host."

"What are you talking about...?"

"Your body is incredible. I can't imagine how much time you devoted to exercise. The diets, the routines, the sacrifices. You are an Adonis. And yet you wanted to be someone else. Such a shame. But you can be sure that I will use your body the right way. The way it was intended."

Sol couldn't move again. Confused and terrified, all he could do was watch how Teryx approached. The blue dragon, born with the colors of the sky and the ocean, covered quickly the distance between them, his glowing amber eyes fixated on the trembling Sol. And when he had it at reach, Teryx drank the rest of his wine before throwing the glass to the ground.

But he didn't drink it. Instead, he took Sol by the hips and stole a kiss from him. The silver dragon gasped, but his hands, rather than pushing Teryx away, pulled him closer. He didn't know why. He acted by sheer impulse. And he kissed the blue dragon back, who shared with him the delicious wine.

Trapped by the intensity and passion of the moment, Sol didn't notice how soft Teryx's body was becoming. He pressed his fingers against the chest and pressed more until his hands pierced in. Teryx's clothes fell down while his body turned into slime, absorbing Sol inside him.

Still in a trance from the mask, Sol didn't question what was happening. He embraced the slime, believing it was Teryx the one holding him tightly. Little by little, his body disappeared inside the thick, bluish slime, leaving only visible a silhouette, the last remnants of the will that was about to disappear.

Once inside, the slime entered through his mouth and quickly took over his mind and body. The already chiseled pecs and abs got even bigger from the presence consuming Sol's body. Muscles and bones got touched by Him, as he spread like a parasite to control him completely. The pleasure of the possession brought the blood back to his half-erect cock, making it look even bigger now that Teryx had it in his power.

But not only his body changed. Every single memory Sol had vanished one after the other, replaced by the blue dragon's memories and experiences. He was taking over everything, turning Sol into a perfect copy of Teryx, personality-wise, but leaving the body intact. A mix of fear and excitement had the silver dragon in tears, who could only watch all those years he lived disappear, while a completely new life flashed before his eyes.

Sol almost faltered at the end, the transformation being so overwhelming his body barely resisted. Of course, he wouldn't put up any resistance. His memories continued disappearing, but the thought that he was a loser wanting to be someone else remained there. A constant reminder that he brought this to himself. The sick truth kept him weakened, unable to fight back the slime consuming his spirit.

More and more and more until there was nothing left to replace. The silver and golden scales disappeared, replaced by a deep blue in arms and legs, and sky blue on his chest and belly. His horns gained a smoother look, while three white, smaller ones grew on the center of his head, hidden by a majestic golden mane. Sol vanished, making room for the dragon who had stolen his body and mind.

The only proof Sol existed was on the wings Teryx spreaded to finish his transformation. The thin membrane kept the majestic aspect Sol never showed to anyone: a black void with sparkling golden stars, and a glyph resembling the sun on each wing, the symbol that gave him his full name: Solaris. Aside from that, Teryx kept a couple of gold plates on his muscled arms, and the large engorged veins running up his throbbing ridged cock on the sides.

He stretched a bit, a perfect fit; then made his way back to the chair, kicking away the clothes his previous body wore. The silver dragon had a fantastic body, almost, if not better than his. Perfect abs, sensitive pecs, strong legs, and a set of huge wings to fly across the sky. It was a waste in that loser's hands. Now those precious traits belonged to a dragon who really deserved it.

He sat back and enjoyed the debauchery taking place in his club. New inspiration from future works, from poses to expressions. But the biggest source was the body and mind he had consumed. The dragon succumbed to the lust and began to explore himself, finding how sensitive he was until his hands reached the fat, throbbing cock that was eager to breed and ruin pussies and asses alike.

He made sure to give everyone down there an excellent view of him jerking off, a sight that encouraged others to do the same and more. But while they all celebrated their bodies and sexuality, Teryx was preparing to expel whatever was left of the loser who wanted to be him.

Just one more climax...