Collaboration
Collaboration
By the Gratcat
(Author's note: this story contains sex. If you're under 18 and reading this, turn back now before your virgin eyes melt into KFC coleslaw!
Still here? Alright, we got the squeamish folks out. Enjoy.)
>So why don't we meet?
Aaron mulled over the statement a while. For the last six months he'd been chatting with the older dragoness on the art forums, and had gotten very comfortable with her. So comfortable that he'd admitted that he was still underage at 16, and shouldn't even be on the site. It was strangely arousing, and strangely natural, to have a friend that knew everything about him - especially about his sexuality, thanks to both of their porny drawings. But the prospect of actually meeting her was... daunting.
It took him a full forty-five seconds to reply.
>Sure. You said you'd be in town the day after tomorrow?
>If all goes well, yes! :3
>Sweet. ^o^ You know where Jay's Burger Shack is, right?
>...everyone knows where Jay's is.
>It's the first building inside the city limits.
>It's got a giant cowboy billboard.
>Okay! Dumb question.
>A giant cowboy billboard with a badly placed soda ad cutaway.
>Right.
>The cowboy has a soda bottle cock.
>YES!
>So - meet you there around 4?
>Sounds good. >w>;
>It's a date.
As the chat closed, Aaron felt a little giddy. What had he gotten himself into? Maybe it was best not to ponder... he sighed, clicking on his folder of transformation art, and pulled out his Wacom. Uncle Jim would be home soon, passed out on the couch, and he'd have to quiet down by then.
At first when he met Julia, his heart felt like it was going to blow straight out of his chest with nerves. She was drop dead gorgeous. Almost old enough to be his mother, but goddamn. Curves everywhere. The dragoness was beyond curvaceous, almost to the point of being a characature of the female figure, with silver, braided hair that reached easily to the base of her tail. She was only wearing a spaghetti strap top and a pleated skirt, but she made the calico feel completely underdressed in his T-shirt and cutoff jean shorts. Thankfully, the haze of hormones and awkwardness had dissipated almost instantly when they started talking about art.
"...but really, I don't get why it's my most popular series. It's sketchy, the shot composition is awkward, and my attempts at coloring it were horrible."
"I can guess." She smiled at him.
"Why?"
"Because they were damn sexy." She giggled. "You really made the viewer feel like they were in the scene."
"Not really..."
"No, you did. Those pictures had three times the feeling of any of your other pieces." She took a huge bite of her ostrich burger and gulped it down. "And... I'd guess that I know why."
"Enlighten me." He laughed, nibbling one of his fries.
"Because out of all of your art, that's the one that you want to happen most." He almost choked, and laughed.
"Touche."
"Ahah. So you admit it."
"Yeah..." He sighed. "I... I've always had fantasies about losing my virginity to a herm."
"Who hasn't?" Another bite. "So the whole losing it to that jackal-"
"No. She... wasn't interested." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Actually, she broke up with me as soon as I mentioned sex. Turns out that she's gay."
"Ouch. Using you for cover?"
"No, actually trying out dating a guy. But she wasn't ready for sex yet. I can't blame her."
"Wow. You're entirely too nice for your own good."
"Well, we can't all be queen bitch of the internet."
"Hey, now. This queen bitch was considering helping you out with your little problem, you'd best stay on her good side." His face fell, and he looked away.
"Don't... don't tease about that."
"I wasn't." She leaned onto one arm, smiling coyly. "Your most appreciated piece is the male-on-herm transformation sequence. Mine is 'Cabin Fever'." A series of images relating an incestuous mother/son encounter - he nodded. Actually, he'd fapped to that series more times than he could count.
"So... you... ah..." He sputtered, feeling his cheeks and ears flush a shade of red that would blind most furres.
"Are you going to be sputtering all dinner?"
"More or less, yeah."
"Want to cut to the chase?"
"Desperately." A pair of twenties were set down on the table, and they left.
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Twelve minutes later, in the small hotel room, he was pinned up against the wall by his wrists. There were no words - just passionate, fervent kissing. How long had it been that they both wanted this, never actually stating the obvious? A good long while, certainly. Endless threads of roleplaying and flirting and blatantly inappropriate humor. As she shifted to kissing down his neck and chest, he arched his back, letting out a low, and somewhat girlish moan.
He was so lost in the sensation that he didn't feel his shirt being pulled off of him, and the only reason he realized that his shorts were gone was that the pressure on his wrists let up for a few seconds, followed by his shaft springing free. He wasn't especially big, seven inches of catcock, but Julia didn't seem disappointed. She leapt on it, suckling and lapping at the tapered head, teasing each of the stiff, rubbery spines that jutted backwards from the shaft.
"That's... that's good!" He whimpered. The dragoness just murred and nodded, bobbing her head on the shaft, taking it with ease into her muzzle. It popped into the back of her throat as her lips pressed against the sheath, her tongue snaking out and lapping in a long, winding circle around his balls. Then she pulled back, stood up... and whispered the words that Aaron would never forget.
"Your turn." She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her panties - essentially boyshorts, with a long bulge wrapped around her waist. As she tugged them off, 13 inches of shaft swelled out in front of her, the beginnings of a knot already forming in the base.
He just stared for a few long seconds before he asked the question. "How? I thought you were... a... femme." In fact, he was damn positive of it - he'd even seen some very revealing webcam stills of her on the forum!
"I'm a dragon. We can do that." She winked. "Not a lot of us around anymore... so we've had to be... flexible."
"You're kidding."
"Yes. This is an elaborate strap-on that I've been wearing all evening without you noticing." She giggled, and kissed him on the nose. "Come on, loverboy. I need some attention too." She sat on the end of the bed, spreading her legs. He knelt before her, inhaling the scent of the shaft. It wasn't that Aaron was afraid of it, or adverse to cocks in general, but he couldn't believe that he wasn't having a wet dream. As his lips met the cockshead, all doubt melted away. The taste of her member was salty, and sweet, and absolutely ambrosial. She released a low, loud breath as he suckled on her, which flowed over his shoulders - how did she do that when she was so far away? Did it matter?
It only took him a few seconds to realize that he couldn't do much with the cock, other than lick at it and suck on the head - it was just too thick. He started to pump it slowly, both hands working the shaft. For her part, Julia didn't complain. Just the opposite. She started to gasp and moan, her legs stiffening and pressing hard against the bed.
"Stop..." She muttered, after a minute. "Mm~ this is nice, but I'm craving something else..." Nothing else needed to be said. Aaron crawled onto the bed beside her, raising his ass in the air.
"I'm ready if you are. And if you've got some lube, 'cause I'm not taking that thing without some."
"Warming, soothing, or tingling?"
"Not tingling."
"Warming it is." She reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a large pink bottle, squirting a generous amount over her stick before scooting off the bed and lining herself up. The initial thrust was a quick jab - and it did the trick. Aaron gasped as the cockshead jolted into him. It was painless, but the sensation was very strange. And then she began to pump into him, slowly, sinking a few inches, and then pulling back. She guessed that he would be unused to anal play; in truth, he had a few toys of his own, and was well-broken in.
"Deeper... h... harder!" He squealed, inviting the fucking that he had dreamed of for so long. It took Julia all of three seconds of consideration after his cry to give in and start pounding him in earnest. Her hands caressed his ass and back, before coming to rest on his chest, clutching him close. With every thrust, the ridges on the underside of her shaft rubbed up along his prostate, driving him to the edge faster than he knew was possible. As she hilted herself inside him, he came, spitting sticky cat-seed all over the hideous paisley bedspread.
"I'm close, baby... your draggy's gonna cum inside you..." She whispered, her breath hot in his ear. He whimpered and nodded, grinding his rear back against her, as he felt his sphincter stretch out, the knot swelling just inside his entrance. He gasped, and whimpered, and finally screamed as the boiling-hot semen poured into him, her cock pulsing over and over, flooding his insides with jism.
Thirty seconds of continuous orgasm later, he collapsed, his stomach feeling oddly bloated, and she nearly passed out atop him. With a low, shuddering breath, she finally finished, the flow ceasing, the knot still firmly in place.
"That... was pretty... nice..." She mumbled.
"Can we take a break for a bit?"
"Think we'll have to." She tugged at the knot; it stayed firmly in place. He quivered and gasped loudly, but didn't speak again. "You're... pretty sezzy, you know that?" She kissed his cheek, still clutching him close. "Y' moan like a girl."
"Feel kinda like a girl right now. Big, fat cock in my asshole... got you playing with my nipples..." She giggled and tugged on one abruptly. "O-ohhh! Stop teasing!"
"Teasing?" She squeezed at his chest - and it felt different. He was pretty firm up top, thanks to an almost religious workout regimen. She shouldn't be able to get that much in her hand. And then she squeezed again, and it felt like there was even more. He looked down, and his mind decided to stop working as he saw that he was steadily growing breasts.
"You're..."
"We like our mates to be versatile, too." She kissed his cheek.
"How... how'm I gonna explain this to my uncle?"
"It's dragon magic, hon. No aftertraces. Just tell him that you woke up like this and get him to take you to the doctor. Doc'll say that you were probably born herm, but your other gender didn't manifest 'til now for some reason."
"Isn't that kind of hard to swallow?"
"Happens more often than you'd think."
"Lot of lonely dragons out there?"
"Bingo." She ran a hand down beneath his flaccid shaft, and gently caressed his taint. He squealed - it felt even better than the blowjob he'd recieved earlier.
"Don't stop!" He... now more she than he... bit her lip, a shiver running through her body.
"Couldn't if I tried."
"No... no, I mean the... oh! OH!" Aaron squealed, writhing against her fingers. "That's - that's my pussy... you're rubbing my pussy!"
"It'll finish coming through soon. Just relax." She started to stroke her neck with one hand, her other still caressing her taint. It was arousing, but calming at the same time, and with the fatigue from her orgasm, she quickly passed out.
The changes continued unabated as he slumbered. Her breasts slowly inflated, from fat little bags upon his chest to full, pert C-cups, complete with large, puffy nipples. Her bone structure shifted, popping and cracking occasionally. Hips became wider, muscles rearranged themselves, hands and feet shrank a bit. The rearranging of her face was the strangest part, occuring in lopsided spurts. After the first few, he looked like a before and after image from a bad commercial, the left side of her face looking completely feminine, the right side still very much what it was.
And soon, it was done. Or so the shifting of genders was; there were still two changes yet to make. One would not be visible, and would take time to come into; that of the dragon's lifespan. Julia had not mentioned that dragons also liked their mates to stick around almost as long as they did. The newly changed herm would have centuries beside Julia, assuming that their courting went well. The second change was already occuring. Her cock swelled, and pulsed, and twitched, and slowly distorted as it grew. Aaron shivered in her sleep, and moaned as she reached her full, erect state, now even larger than Julia's at 16 inches long, with a knot slightly larger than her fist.
Julia sighed as she looked over her new mate, kissing her cheek, and fell asleep behind her. They'd have some fun when they woke up... and then again tomorrow night...
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"Gawddammit, Aaron! Made me worry mself SICK!" The scraggly older cat ranted, not bothering to remove himself from the recliner. "Whar were you, huh?"
"Relax, Uncle Jim. I just went to talk to some friends." He sighed. "Look... we're gonna need to take me to the doctor soon." Jim squinted at his nephew. Something was different. Something he couldn't put his finger on.
"Oh? Whyzzat?" Aaron lifted the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing, revealing a pair of boobs plainly visible under the shirt below.
"Because I've been growing tits for the last week? Hello?" Jim stared, gawking.
"Bullshit."
"I told you about this Thursday night, and you swore up and down that you were straight enough to remember..."
"I was perfectly fine Thursday!"
"And yet you don't remember me talking about the fact that I was turning into a fucking herm?" She snapped. "Look... I'm just going to leave you to marinade. I'll make the appointment in the morning." She stalked from the room, feeling very clever, and Jim silently wondered if maybe he was drinking too much.
(To be continued...)