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The problem with costume parties, Jack thought, was that there was never a perfect costume. All right, there were a lot of options that he could choose from, but he had been to a half a dozen stores already and they had all been regular and boring. He needed something unique, something that would outdo everyone else. Wasn't that the whole point of a costume party? He'd certainly left it too late though. No matter how he looked at it, a few hours was too late.

He stopped his car right outside the last place on his list. This shop was old and looked more like a stone cottage that had been converted to another use. A wooden sign above the door had probably said something at some point but it was faded and a creeping vine had covered most of it making any writing illegible. There was a post about this place on an obscure corner of a website that Jack frequented every now and then. Something about costumes that were nothing like anything else in the world.

Jack didn't really think that there was much to find here. Truth be told, he was only here because he had no choice. He needed a costume. A bell tinkled as he pushed the door opened and he scowled at it. A bell, seriously? Who had bells anymore? The inside of the shop was more or less one large room and it was ample, but still seemed cramped. This was mostly due to the wooden racks; rows of them stood in the space, reaching floor to ceiling with small corridors between them. There was nobody here that Jack could see although there was another door at the back of the store. At the moment though, he wasn't interested in the people who worked here.

The costumes were amazing. Jack saw that the moment he entered. He went closer and ran a hand over the nearest costume. It was of a werewolf and was the most detailed costume that he had ever seen. The fur seemed real and he fancied he could the muscles beneath the suit. It felt real. He moved onto the next costume, and the next. There was a lizard man, a knight and even two person suits like a centaur and a griffin. No wonder that the guy on the internet had been so enthusiastic. These must be worth a fortune to make, let alone to buy.

A loud creak made Jack jump and spin around. At the back of the store the door had opened and a young woman popped her head out.

"A customer?" she said in a tone of extreme surprise. "Just a moment, I'll be there in a second."

There was a bang from the back room and then the woman came back out, wiping dust from her hands. "Hi," she said brightly, walking behind an antique bench. "How can I help you?"

Jack couldn't help noticing how pretty she was. Long dark hair and lovely blue eyes and for a second, he was tongue-tied and couldn't think of anything to say. "Ah, costume party," he said. "Need one by tonight. I kinda left it a little late."

"Yeah, kinda," she laughed. Coming around the bench, she led Jack back to the stacks. "This is a family business. My mum started it with her grandmother, my great-grandmother, a while back and they taught me their art. We make the best costumes anyone can ask for." She smiled in a knowing kind of way. "They're very lifelike. But be quick, we're about to close and I have to leave on the dot. I'm Caitlyn, by the way."

Jack introduced himself as Caitlyn led him over to the first rack near the left wall. "These costumes are the ones that will fit you. I have to pack things up so choose quickly. Be careful. You need to pick one that's your gender, remember that."

With those words, she walked off again, leaving Jack to pick out his costume. Like the others that he had seen, these costumes were simply exquisite. Some of them seemed too large for a single person but there was no way that more than one could fit in them. He flicked past those ones. A gladiator costume caught his eye and he took it off the hook, grunting as the weight fell on his arm. It was real metal and everything! There was a sword in a scabbard at the costume's belt and he pulled on it, a steely scrape ringing through the silence. The sword was real as well, metal and sharpened. That one tempted him a lot but after a moment's deliberation, he slid the blade back and kept looking.

There was a bee, a spider, a secret agent and a dozen other awesome costumes but none of them really caught his attention. He had just reached a mass of black hanging on a hook when Caitlyn came hurrying back. "Sorry," she said. "Gotta close now, right now. Sorry about your costume but you'll have to come back another day."

She pushed Jack over to the exit before he could speak and then rushed off again. Jack stood there, mouth hanging open furiously. He just got here! He needed a costume! Now! Caitlyn had gone and he stood wavering on the doorstep. Normally, he would never even consider this but... he needed one. Like, really needed one. Hurrying back over to the mass of black, the one whose shape he couldn't discern and ripped it off the hanger. Carrying it under his arm, he almost ran from the shop, going straight to his car. He'd come back tomorrow and buy it, return it, whatever they wanted. They were closing now, she probably wouldn't even realise it was gone.

His car started and he pulled away from the small shop. Just before he got out onto the main road, Caitlyn came rushing out of the store. She was having quite a fit, stamping and waving her arms around in the air. Muttering an unheard apology, Jack left the store behind. Hopefully she wouldn't call the cops on him. That would certainly ruin the day. He reached home as quickly as he could while driving at the speed limit. He kept checking his rear view mirror, certain that any second there would be the flashing lights that signalled the approach of the police, but there was nothing. The paranoia followed him the entire way there; he was definitely not cut out to be a thief. The apartment block loomed into view and his car sped down into the underground parking garage. From there it was only a short trip up the elevator to his apartment. Jack didn't meet anyone on the way there, costume underneath his arm.

Door firmly shut, Jack spread the costume out on his floor to try and determine the shape of the thing. He hadn't paid as much attention to the costume back in the store but he saw now that it was latex, black and shiny in the light. He grinned a little hesitantly. So it was that kind of costume. It wouldn't be a problem at this party but he hadn't really wanted to go like that. Shifting the folds of material, he tried to discern what it was. Without something giving it shape, it was difficult to tell what everything was supposed to be but it seemed a little big for just one person. Just his luck; steal a costume meant for two.

After moving it around, he suddenly realised the shape of it. If those things there were wings, then that was the head and those were legs. It was a dragon! Long wings spread out across his floor, nearly twice in width the length of the costume. Some kind of ribbing in the material gave their shape. The feet of the costume were slightly firmer and tipped with sharp talons that pricked Jack's finger when he touched it. Sticking the finger in his mouth to take the blood away, he picked up the costume. A zipper ran down the stomach from the base of the head to the tail and he unzipped it. The time to leave was fast approaching and he needed to see if he could wear this dragon costume. If not, well... he'd figure something out.

Fitting his arms into the costume's gave him a twinge of anxiety. His arms didn't fit right; the latex was bunched up as the leg was far too long. He kept going anyway. Maybe it would look better when it was on properly. His legs went next, the material again too long. His feet settled into the clawed paws but the toes flopped around, not having anything solid in them. His body was now in the costume, the tail laying in a pile on the ground behind him. On the verge of tearing the whole thing off, something kept him still, a nervous anticipation. Of what, he didn't know. The head of the dragon was the last thing and he held it awkwardly above his own head, the latex stretching, before pulling it down.

Like everything else, the head didn't fit. The eye holes didn't line up so he was blind and the costume's muzzle, one of the view rigid things in the whole, was heavy on his face, pulling down uncomfortably. Fumbling around for the zip, he found it after a moment and pulled it up, sealing himself inside the latex. It was almost immediately stiflingly hot, the suit trapping all of his body heat. Lifting the mask let him see through one of the eye holes and he stumbled over to a full length mirror.

His appearance was not impressive. There was no way that this costume was meant for two but it was far too large for him. His arms and legs were wrinkled in folds of latex, the wings hung limply off his back and the tail was no better. Jack sighed, the sound distorted by the mask and went to take the whole thing off. There was no point going like this. He couldn't even see for God's sake, let alone walk or have fun. His hand reached for the zipper but, wearing the oversized claw glove, he couldn't pull it down. Two hands worked no better than one and, getting frustrated now, he tried to worm his arms out of the sleeves but it was like a straitjacket, clinging to his limbs.

Then, the pain struck. It was sudden, unexpected and overwhelming. It raced up and down Jack's bones, every single one of them. He crumpled to his knees, trying to yell but unable. Every sinew seemed to be tearing and his muscles were screaming. Through the haze of pain, Jack registered the latex shrinking around him before disappearing completely. Any impact this might have had on him was lost as he keeled over onto his side, twitching in spasms as the pain came in waves. The feeling peaked, reaching brand new heights, and Jack blacked out.

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His entire body hurt. Jack just wanted to keep his eyes closed at this point, every bone and muscle aching. He just lay on his floor for a while, head fuzzy. It seemed like a better option than getting up, at least. The party jumped to the forefront of his mind. Maybe he should just forget about it tonight. Probably better to skip it and figure out what the hell had happened to him. An eye cracked open. The world was more than slightly blurry and there was something in front of his face, reflecting the light overhead.

Jack blinked again and raised it head. It didn't exactly work the way it was supposed to. His head, much larger and heavier than it had been before, was now at the end of a long neck which rose up into the air. He started and tried to jump up but his body was larger and so different that he was ungainly. Front legs crossed and Jack fell back to the floor, landing hard on his chest. The mirror in front of him was still there and he stared at himself in shock. What he was seeing shouldn't be possible, shouldn't be real but some part of him knew that it was real.

Staring back at him from the mirror was what could only be described as a dragon, but not a normal one. Instead of skin or scales or whatever dragons normally had, he was covered in the latex that the costume had consisted of. Shiny and smooth, the rubber covered him from his nostrils to the tip of his tail; not a square centimetre of his body was visible, apart from his eyes. He was on all fours, bestial like the costume. A pair of wings were half spread in the air, sprouting from between shoulder blades.

Long and powerful, the tail was nearly as long as the rest of his body and he found that he could control it. He swung it around a couple of times, accidentally knocking a lamp of a table, and curled it into shapes. It felt weird. Two horns, also latex, rose from the back of his skull, curving upwards into points. It was at this stage of inspecting himself that the reality of what had happened struck him. He leapt away, stumbling again.

"What the fuck?" he said, or rather, tried to say. The words didn't come out. Instead, a series of growls and whines tumbled from his snout,only prompting more whines and growls. He couldn't even speak now? He got back to his feet gingerly. It was hard to use four feet instead of two and it took several tries for him to find a rhythm of walking that actually worked. He paced around the circumference of the room a couple of times to get used to it. Really, it was an excuse to do something while the wheels in his minds spun. This was all because of the costume, but how was it possible? The only thing that came to mind when he tried to figure it out was magic, but that wasn't real. Was it?

His senses were much better like this. The smell of the last dozen meals that he had cooked and eaten were still discernible in the air, left over from the previous days. The individual threads and fibres of the carpet were easily visible. The noises of the people in the other apartments were as clear as though they were standing right next to him. But these weren't the most glaring change. As he was walking around and around, Jack's leg just brushed against the side of the couch. He nearly leapt through a window at the sensation. It was as though he was a million times more sensitive. Even that brief touch on his leg sent a thrill through him that he didn't really want to think about. It wasn't the time or the place and especially not the situation.

A solution. A way to turn back. That was what was needed at the moment but, straining his mind, he couldn't think of a way to turn back. Wait, yes he could! The shop. It all came from there! He needed to go back! With this thought, Jack bounded as gracefully as he could to his front door. This presented the first issue, a fairly simple one. The doorknob. It was a circular one that had to be turned and without hands, it would be near impossible. His front paws weren't dexterous enough and he couldn't get a good grip with his teeth. With a snarl of frustration he backed away and sat on his haunches, glaring at the thin panel of wood that separated him from the outside.

A loud banging echoed through the apartment and Jack started, wings flaring out on their own accord. The banging continued and he realised that it was knocking, just seeming incredibly loud with his new hearing. It stopped for a couple of seconds and then the lock of the door clicked. Shock ran through Jack. Who the hell could be could be coming? None of his family were even in this state and none of his friends were supposed to be coming over. He swung his head around, looking for a place to hide but there was nothing, not in this room. Creaking, the door opened and the person that came through was not one that he expected.

Caitlyn came through the door and she didn't seem surprised to see a latex dragon sitting in the room. Instead, she just snickered and closed the door behind her, locking it again.

"Well, well, well," she said, sitting in one of Jack's chairs while he glared at her. The way she positioned herself, it looked like a throne. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it? You steal one of my creations but you didn't bother to learn how to use the magic, so this happens. And, besides anything else, you're an idiot."

Jack growled at her, the rumble deep in his throat. She leapt out of the chair suddenly, towards him, and the growl died, Jack backing away quickly and almost tripping again.

"Not so tough after all," she said. She reached into a pocket and pulled something out of it. Before Jack could get a good look at it, she sprang at him again and this time he couldn't get away in time. A muzzle clamped tightly around his jaws and a collar wrapped around his throat. As soon as both items were locked onto him, Caitlyn let him scramble away from her. She laughed as he tried to claw the bondage off but his claws latex and blunt, completely useless. It didn't help that there were buckles that needed real fingers.

"You said earlier that you wanted that costume for a party," Caitlyn said, pulling a long cord from her seemingly bottomless pocket. "Well, we're going to a party but it won't be what you wanted. You'll definitely be a main attraction."

She bent down to attach the cord to Jack's collar but he tried to ram her with his horns. The girl grabbed onto one before it touched her and yanked to the side, hard, making Jack's head twist with it. It was intensely uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and in the time it took him to wrench his head back, he was leashed. This did not make him docile though. Caitlyn gave a surprisingly gentle tug but his only reaction was to sit back down and dig his feet in. He wasn't going anywhere with this insane girl! Whether he was hallucinating or this was real, he wasn't leaving this apartment as a dragon. He wanted to be changed back!

The two were at a stalemate. Jack was large and heavy enough to resist her tugging but he was also ungainly and unused to this form, not to mention that he presumably needed her to change back. Caitlyn tugged harder and more insistently but gave up on that approach after a moment, instead trying another tactic.

"Wanna know why I said you were an idiot before?" she said, dropping a leash. "Of all the costumes you could have chosen, you chose that one."

Before Jack could stop her, the girl knocked him off his feet in an astonishing feet of strength. One of her hands grasped his neck at its base with enough pressure to keep him on the ground. Any attempts he made to get back up or throw off his grip only resulted in him being unable to breathe. His attention was drawn back to Caitlyn again. She was doing something odd, muttering and moving the fingers of her other hand in complex patterns. What little Jack could here sounded rhythmic and in words he could not understand. With a start, he finally realised what she was, what all of this was. Magic. That was the only explanation for that. And Caitlyn, she must be witch!

As soon as this new epiphany occurred to him, Caitlyn finished whatever she was doing. It was if invisible bands of metal had appeared over his body, holding down all of his legs and his tail. Caitlyn removed her hand from his neck but it wasn't needed anymore. Squirming, he tested how much he could move. It wasn't much. The last bit of his neck and head could twist to look over himself and up at Caitlyn but the rest of him could have been buried in concrete. The spell, or whatever it was, was far stronger than his muscles, even as a dragon.

"This one isn't particularly more or less special than any other," Caitlyn said. Jack had to crane his neck back on itself to look at her. "But if you had actually tried to buy it, I wouldn't have sold it to you..."

A finger trailed down Jack's chest making him shiver. Even that simple touch was intense and inexplicably arousing. He tried to fight it as quite literally the last thing he wanted right now was an erection, especially in front of her. Smiling, as though she knew exactly what she was doing, Caitlyn was continuing her slow stroking. Straining to get away didn't work so he was forced to lie there, enduring the sensations and trying to will his cock to stay down.

"That's it," Caitlyn said softly. "Feels good, doesn't it? How about this...?"

She did something, something that Jack couldn't see from his position. A burst of sensation rushed through him, alien and unfamiliar, making him yelp from its intensity. He craned his neck over to see where Caitlyn's hand was, what she had done, and froze. He didn't have an erection. It wasn't even possible for him to get one. A line was visible on his belly, beneath the tail that lay out along the floor. Caitlyn's hand had rubbed along the top of the slit, causing the rush of pleasure.

Jack went cold. What he was seeing didn't make any sense. He simply couldn't wrap his mind around it. Instead of any kind of maleness, there was just that slit beneath his tail. It was simply and overwhelmingly feminine. The suit hadn't just turned Jack into a dragon. It had turned him into a her, a dragoness.

"Now you see why you were the biggest idiot I've ever met," she said. "You chose a female suit. How stupid is that?"

Using two fingers, she spread the lips of Jack's new sex, making the dragoness squirm as much as she could, the feeling still alien. She didn't stop talking. "I thought it a little weird when I first found out about the detail on these. Look, here. You've even got a little clit."

She pointed at the small button of flesh at the top of her sex, the same black latex as the rest of her body. Still smiling, Caitlyn gave her clit a sharp pinch, squeezing it roughly. It wasn't pain that rushed through her, but a rush of pleasure so intense that she howled, writhing as much as was possible. Jack's mind went mostly blank, just trying to comprehend what was actually happening at that moment.

"No pain, just pleasure. That's all you're built for now, really. Perfect for what I have in mind." She smiled and Jack couldn't help but shiver. It didn't look good. "No, up you get."

The spell vanished and Jack was free to move again, but she didn't. She stayed where she was, watching Caitlyn carefully. She made one last threat.

"Of course, if you want to stay here and play, I'm fine with that but I was going to wait until the party. Which would you prefer."

That caught her attention. Play? That didn't sound good at all. It was enough to get Jack to her feet. She tried to lower her tail, controlling the limb with a little difficulty, but the dragoness jumped as it pressed against her sex, forcing her to raise it again. Without clothes, it made her feel horribly exposed. Anyone walking up behind her would have an excellent view of her sex. Using the leash, Caitlyn led her out of her apartment, Jack's resistance only token at that point. The stairs were more difficult to navigate on four legs and going headfirst was slightly frightening but the pair made it to the ground floor without incident.

There was a van parked outside, the side stamped with the name of the costume store. The lights flashed as it was unlocked and Caitlyn opened the back. Just as well; the dragoness wouldn't exactly fit in a normal seat. Caitlyn clicked her tongue as she motioned for her to jump up, the kind of thing one might do with a dog. This, more than anything, made Jack sit resolutely back on her haunches. It was only for a moment though, Caitlyn's earlier threat still in her ears. She put her front paws up, hind legs following close behind. Caitlyn's murmured, "Good girl," didn't help. The leash was thrown in after her and the door slammed closed, locking Jack inside it. Without proper hands, she wouldn't be able to open the door.

Caitlyn got into the driver's side and started the car. Just before pulling out into traffic, she reached behind herself and looped the leash around the back of the passenger chair. The car moved out and Jack had to steady herself on her four legs. It didn't feel very safe sliding around in the back and the leash was an annoyance, snapping taught every couple of seconds and pulling on the collar around her neck. Caitlyn didn't seem to care what was happening behind her, concentrating on navigating the heavy traffic of an afternoon.

The drive didn't take long; their destination was on the other side of town, but not excessively far. The high-rises and apartment blocks gave way to proper houses as they entered the suburbs. When the van did stop, it was outside an ornate metal gate. Situated on a block of land easily four times larger than those surrounding, a large house sat amid well-tended gardens. The gate and high fences around the property kept the trick-or-treaters away from the house but it was by no means empty. A line of cars were being admitted through the gate by a guard and rolling up the long driveway to park on a large gravelled space. Caitlyn waited patiently in line, moving forwards every couple of seconds until the guard was at the window. He didn't speak but seemed to recognise Caitlyn by sight. He tipped his hat to her and waved the van through. The wheels crunched on the gravel as they joined the array of already parked cars.

Caitlyn got out and a few moments later the back doors reopened. At a gesture from the witch, the leash unwound itself from the seat and flew into her hand. Jack hopped down grudgingly as she tugged on it several times but was almost immediately distracted. The people around them, either leaving their vehicles or walking up the stairs to the front door of the house, were all in costume. But not regular costumes. After a moment of careful inspection, Jack realised that they were all wearing the same type of costume as she was, so they were real. That in itself gave her a start.

A werewolf passed in front of her, covered in fur and walking awkwardly upright, large fangs bared to the night. Jack breathed in and his scent hit her strongly, the musky smell undeniably canine. There was no trace of the smell of the person wearing it, just the costume itself. There were many more as well, in all manner of different disguises. The selection in Caitlyn's store seemed tiny compared to what Jack was seeing her. There were a couple of normal looking people in the crowd, like Caitlyn, but they seemed to be the exception rather than the rule.

"Welcome to the party," Caitlyn said into Jack's ear, making her jump. "Witches, warlocks and assorted mages only. Usually. With that costume on, you'll be allowed in. And, a word of warning for what's to come. These can get a little naughty but, of course, you deserve it, thief."

She smiled and it was definitely not nice or comforting. A ball of nervousness settled in Jack's stomach and she gave a small whine without thinking about it. As the pair walked up the stairs, Jack rather carefully, several people greeted Caitlyn with familiarity. One was a guest with the head of a jackal but otherwise normal body.

"Hi, Caitlyn," he said warmly, giving her a hug. "Nice to see you, as always. Who is your guest here?"

"Nice to see you too, Alfie," she replied, smiling. "A guy tried to steal a costume from my store this morning. He didn't really expect this, especially when he chose a dragoness costume."

Alfie laughed with her and gave Jack a rough pat on the head, between her horns. "Well, we'll be sure to punish her for you tonight."

They laughed again and Alfie accompanied Caitlyn to the front door, Jack trailing behind apprehensively, trying to stay behind the witch although the lead tugged her forward every time she lagged. The front door itself was a heavy, oaken thing, ornate with carvings and no doubt an expensive antique itself. Alfie graciously opened it and stepped back to allow Caitlyn and her dragon to pass. She bent down to say something to Jack but the dragoness didn't catch it, too entranced with what was going on inside the house.

Debauchery seemed to be an adequate term to describe it. Clothing seemed to have been discarded by the majority of the guests near the door and they now walked among the well-furnished rooms without a hint of embarrassment. But what really made Jack turn his head away was the activities of the guests. She had been to a few 'adult' parties before but it was nothing like this. The dragoness's sensitive nose detected dozens of pungent smells drifting through the air, courtesy of the many intimate gatherings scattered around. Everywhere that she looked, there was another pair entwined on a couch or moaning in obvious ecstasy.

"Shocked?" Caitlyn said, making Jack jump, having momentarily forgotten that she was there. "Our kind rarely get together so when we do, it gets a little wild." She grinned mischievously. "You'll find out first hand."

She handed Jack's leash to Alfie, who was still standing beside her, and then proceeded to undress without and hesitation. Underneath her clothes, she hadn't bothered with panties or a bra and soon her clothes were neatly folded among the other discarded garments. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating. Nothing happened that Jack could see but Alfie was looking at her expectantly, a twisted smile on his animalistic head. Suddenly, Caitlyn shook herself violently from side to side and as she did so, she changed.

Thick, soft grey fur appeared over her body, lighter on her stomach and growing darker on her back. Her hand changed to become wolfish, nose and mouth pushing out to form a muzzle as pointed ears migrated to the top of her head. Claws tipped the ends of fingers and toes and limbs subtly changed. When the transformation stopped, Caitlyn wasn't as drastically changed as Jack or some of the other people in the room but neither would anyone think it was a simple costume. Her breasts had grown slightly in the change, perky underneath the short covering of grey fur with nipples erect. The hair on her head had vanished, replaced with a line of slightly darker fur tracing down her back and shoulders. Between her legs, Jack could just see the shape of her changed sex: a bitch's spade with plump lips, nestled between her thighs.

Alfie clapped enthusiastically as the magic finished. "Bravo! A work of beauty, I must say!"

Caitlyn accepted his compliments with a wolfish grin and took back the leash, leaving Alfie to undress as she took Jack deeper into the house and the party. Jack followed meekly, cowed by all of the strange, unnatural sights around her. She tried to keep her eyes on the floor, unwilling to look at any of the people around her but sometimes, against her will, her eyes were dragged upwards, her curiosity overpowering before the sight returned her gaze to the floor. A centaur was leaning against a wall as two women, one a vixen, one normal, tended to the massive cock beneath his stomach. A cow girl was having her udder nursed on by a raccoon man on all fours before her as she drove three fingers in and out of her sex. Someone, a normal human, was hogtied on the floor, face buried in the sex of a wolf girl like Caitlyn.

The smells of sex and the cries and moans drifted through the air around Jack and she noticed that she had begun breathing more deeply, taking in more of the aromas. Her head lifted higher and her eyes got a little brighter. Caitlyn noticed and grinned, but didn't say anything. She took Jack through the rooms, occasionally stopping and greeting a few of them. They were happy to see her and most commented on Jack. Through their travels through the house, Jack noticed something. She was the only true feral creature there. Sure, there were a couple of others with four legs but she was the only one there that didn't look even remotely human. And the only one that couldn't speak.

The last person that they spoke to was in the very back of the house, in a near empty room. He was looking out of the window and sipping on a glass of wine. One of the few in the house who was not changed in some way, when he turned, Jack saw that he was haunting in some way. The angles of his face were slightly wrong, like it was a mask, and his eyes had an odd gleam to them. Jack got the feeling that, like everyone else, was wearing a costume except his made him look human.

"Caitlyn," the man said, spotting the two visitors. "How wonderful!"

Caitlyn grinned, a strange expression on her canine face. "You can always recognise me, no matter how I look."

"Always," he echoed, staring down at Jack. "And who is this?" He bent down in a sudden, unnatural movement so that their eyes were level. "A thief? A human? A boy? A dragoness. So many things."

"Stole his costume," Caitlyn said and laid her hand on Jack's head possessively. "Now she's going to be one of tonight's attractions."

The man surveyed the dragoness, Jack looking back with no small amount of apprehension. Standing back up, he didn't say anything more and neither did Caitlyn. She just took Jack out back into the party.

"Mir's a funny guy," she said, "but he's one of the best of us. Especially with dragons."

Instead of walking around again, they went to the bar room from where all of the alcohol in the party was coming from. Again, she tied the leash to a post and got a drink, beer from the smell of it. Instead of a cup, the bartender gave it to Caitlyn in a little bowl, allowing her to drink it more easily. Nothing was offered to Jack so she just stared at all of the people coming and going. Before long though, she noticed that something was wrong, a buzz spreading through her body.

It spread to the tips of her paws and the end of her tail, rolling in waves. It tingled, her strangely sensitive nerves becoming more so. The sensation made her squirm, even the simple feeling of the floor beneath her haunches and the muzzle on her snout was near unbearable. She twitched and fidgeted so much that Caitlyn noticed. She smiled again and put her drink to one side. "Ooh, good," she whispered, cupping Jack's face in her paw-like hands. "You're almost ready!"

The leash was untied and Jack was forced to go to one of the main rooms, one filled with people. "Here, hold this," she said, giving the leash to a buck man holding a glass of whiskey. There was a line of cupboards over on one wall. Whatever they would hold in a normal house, here they held a variety of ropes, chains and toys. Caitlyn stood still for a moment, trying to decide what to get. There were a set of scales in her head, balanced between mercy and cruelty. She softened a bit; Jack was already going to have an intense night. Gathering up a bundle of fine, soft rope in her arms, she returned to Jack.

A small crowd had gathered around the dragoness. Even at a place like this, where the best magic users in the country, or even the world, were gathered, Jack was considered a work of extreme skill. Even art. They commented to each other but not to Jack. To them, she was a piece of art, not worth talking to. The crowd parted before Caitlyn and she lay the rope down on the floor. She ran a paw along it, muttering a spell under her breath. The people around grew silent and motionless as they watched the witch work.

Jack was watching as well, with far more apprehension than the other people. Caitlyn completed her magic with a flourish and stepped back into the circle of onlookers, leaving Jack alone in the centre. The ropes twitched. The movement caught Jack's eye and she looked down at them warily. The wall of people meant she could leave but she edged away from the bundle of rope as much as she could. If there was one thing that she had learnt today it was not to trust anything that Caitlyn did. The rope twitched for a second time, then uncoiled itself slowly. It was vaguely reminiscent of a snake in its movement, twisting and turning. When its length was no longer coiled it froze again, if only for a second.

Thinking it was over, the dragoness relaxed slightly and it was then that the rope struck. It flew through the air, deftly coiling around her front paws, tying them together and making Jack drop her chest to the ground with a surprised growl. It didn't stop there. The cord wrapped around her tail and yanked it hard against her back, looping through the collar to keep the length pressed against her spine. Lastly, the rope yanked her forepaws under her body while looping around each of her hindlegs, somehow anchoring them to the floor. In the space of a few seconds, Jack had gone from mostly unrestrained to being locked in a slightly uncomfortable and very compromising position. Her face flushed when she realised that with her tail locked along her back and her chest to the ground, her sex was now clearly visible to anyone behind.

A few people in the audience laughed as the magic rope tied Jack up but Caitlyn shushed them before staring back at the dragoness intently. Any moment," she murmured, almost to herself. "Any moment now."

Jack had no idea what she was talking about but a new sensation held his attention. Or rather, an old one. That buzzing feeling that was running through her body had been momentarily forgotten but now it returned with a strength that was impossible to ignore. She squirmed but her range of motion was severely limited in this position. The feeling intensified all over her body, but in one place in particular: her sex. Air rushed in and out of her nostrils as she breathed more deeply and quickly, the sensation growing stronger with every breath. What the fuck was happening now!?

"Now," Caitlyn said, speaking to the crowd as she watched Jack. "Her costume is meant to be used as a sex toy. There's a fair amount of magic on it but the main part is getting her ready. After a while, the suit will do it by itself, which is happening now, or you can just say two words." She knelt down next to Jack's head and whispered, "Get ready."

All at once, the buzzing feeling disappeared, replaced with fire. It burned just beneath her skin but that was nothing compared to what was beneath her tail. Jack's existence boiled down to one thing: the need burning deep inside her. Her mind nearly disappeared under the alien desire but she was vaguely aware of her hips thrusting slightly against the air, trying to get someone, anyone, to touch her.

Snickers rang out from the crowd but Jack didn't care about them. Caitlyn's voice cut through the haze. "You won't really be able to hurt her so have fun! I'll be over here."

She was vaguely aware of Caitlyn moving away but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that someone was moving behind her. Her nose detected another one of those mixed smells, human and something that might have been rodent. He didn't say anything and he didn't need to. Something pressed against her entrance and was still for a briefest second. Then, he pushed in and Jack went slack. Her body was much larger than that of the person behind her but it didn't matter. Her walls gripped his cock tightly, the only part of her body that seemed to have any strength left. It was unlike anything Jack had experienced, a part of her body she had never had before being slowly spread.

There was a thrum in her throat as pleasure raced up her spine, the fire under her tail slowly lessening into a pleasant warmth. The entry was easy, her sex already more than wet. The man's groin pressed against the underside of his tail. Then he began to thrust. Tensing, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her walls fluttered around the shaft that was filling her as something began to grow in her lower belly. She didn't know what it was and couldn't muster the will to concentrate. It was too distracting, too new, too unnatural.

The feeling in her abdomen slowly grew, Jack feeling it with a kind of fascination. Her muzzle was clamped tightly shut so the high pitched shriek that she let out was greatly muffled. The same feeling that she had felt in her apartment and curling her head around to see under her raised haunches, Jack saw the paw of the man behind her dip down to her clit. The pleasure raced through her again, overpowering and too intense, bordering on painful. Her head swung back again and another shriek was forced through the muzzle. The pressure in her sex grew and grew, helped along by the paw at her clit.

It caught her by surprise. One moment, she was trying to understand what was happening and the next, an explosion. That's what it felt like. The pressure in her belly turned to something else and ran through her body, wiping away any thought. The cock inside her thrust in as deeply as it could and stayed there, her wall clenching down and rippling along it. Something jetted down inside her, forming a small pool of warmth deep inside her. The orgasm took a long time to end for Jack and even longer for her to begin thinking again. Her muscles were trembling from the experience and air whistled as she panted through her nose. Jack wasn't given any time to recuperate. The man pulled out of her, sending a small cascade of their mixed fluids down her hindquarters. The feeling of the cock rubbing against her walls made the dragoness shiver in the post-orgasm sensitivity but almost as soon as he was gone, another man stepped up beneath her tail.

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The rest of the night passed in a blur and Jack's memories were hazy at best afterwards. It seemed like every single guy at the party fucked her and by the end, she was fairly certain that she had felt every kind of cock there was. One particularly memorable moment was when the centaur had stepped up to have a go as well. It hadn't hurt but the sensation of stretching around his girth had made her orgasm on the spot and it hadn't stopped until he had finished and pulled out. At some point of the festivities, a girl had come up and taken the muzzle off before sitting, spreading her legs and ordering Jack to use her tongue. After that, people of both genders had come to join in on the fun.

The next morning, she awoke in her own apartment again, having passed out just before dawn. For the first time since the previous evening, she was completely unbound and unrestricted. Her muscles were aching and the shiny latex that served as skin was covered in cum from the dozens and dozens of people the night before. The smell of this clung around her and made her wrinkle her nose.

There was a cough and Jack's head whipped around. Caitlyn was there, sitting in his armchair and back to her normal appearance. She appeared to be asleep but as Jack stood, she opened her eyes and smiled at her. "Well, well," she said, stretching her arms and standing. "Took you long enough to wake up. I hope you learnt your lesson about stealing."

She came closer and Jack backed away against the wall, growling much louder and ferociously than she had the night before. Caitlyn took no more notice of it now than she had earlier. "I'm removing the suit," she snapped. "But if you want to stay in it, be my guest."

Jack growled again, but let her reach behind to the back of her neck. There was the sound of a zip and as it progressed down her back, the costume got looser. Jack lost the feeling in the latex skin and her paws got clumsier, soon turning into gloves. All at once, he was back, a normal person inside a badly fitting latex dragon costume. Still wearing the boxer shorts from last night, he tugged of the costume and threw it on the floor in a heap.

"Don't like it?" Caitlyn said, raising an eyebrow as she looked him up and down appraisingly.

"No!" Jack replied loudly. His voice was rough from disuse and he coughed to clear his throat, eyeing Caitlyn warily all the time.

The witch wasn't concerned she picked up a bag from near her chair and the muzzle and collar that had been on Jack were briefly visible inside it. She stood with the costume at her feet for a few moments then shrugged. "You might as well keep this," she said, nudging it with a toe. "Can't sell it now." Her face went stern. "Although, you did steal it. You still have to pay for it."

Jack stared at her incredulously. "Wasn't last night enough?"

Already walking to the door, the witch stopped with her hand on the handle. "Not if you enjoyed it like you did. Come buy the shop later this afternoon, with money."

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Jack standing rather foolishly in the middle of the room with a cum-splattered dragoness costume. He wasn't quite sure what to do. The memories from last night were vivid in his mind and he couldn't help wondering about what Caitlyn had said. Did he enjoy it? It seemed like a dream, disconnected Shoving that question aside for later, he hurried to get a garbage bag for the costume. No way he was keeping it, right?

The latex disappeared under the equally black plastic bag and he was on the steps in a second, heading towards the industrial bins out the back of the building but it was on the fifth step that he paused. Perhaps he was acting rashly. This was real magic after all, never mind what kind of magic. Such a thing should not be discarded lightly, should it? He wavered back and forth for a moment, then trudged back to his rooms. He'd put it in a cupboard for the moment, wait a while before making a decision.