Heya, peeps who read this. I’m writing this non-canon story involving my character (not really story driven, and I waste no time getting to the kinky action) on a whim, and winging every bit as I go. That’s right. I haven’t planned a single thing outside the general theme and various kinks! Therefore, I can’t say how many chapters there will be, but I can give you warnings on what they will likely contain, because I’m adding them on after writing everything in this chapter:

Red text: Things found in this chapter
Blue text: Things that will likely be found in later chapters

-Sex between an adult and child (8:23)
-Male/male
-Orientation Change (Non-gay turned or finds out possibly gay or bi, but not focused on much)
-Diapers (including on an adult)
-Watersports (it will eventually go everywhere you can imagine, but isn’t focused on much in this chapter)
-Scat (in diapers only, but gets detailed even there)
-Adult sub to dom child (can people do more of this, please?)
-Big sub/small dom
-Nonconsensual
-Magic (to make the story easier to write, because who cares about things being completely realistic when you’re horny and need certain fetishes in play? Okay, sometimes, but not here)
-Shrinking (eventually including descriptions of genital shrinking)
-Micro (due to shrinking)
-Size Play (separate from shrinking, because of partial or full normalization)
-Size difference (because there becomes a significant one for a little bit :3 )
-Inflation (slight)
-Frotting
-Docking (with a reptilian-like genital vent)
-Oral sex
-Anal sex
-Penis sword fight (not really, just kidding)

And finally, reference pictures of Chalenor (my dragonsona), because I’m lazy in describing characters: 

SFW: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10326294/
Story-unrelated NSFW Sex Scene: http://d.facdn.net/art/echosrp/1387804943.echosrp_blitzsturm+chalenor.png
NSFW Chalenor’s penis, because why not: http://d.facdn.net/art/echosrp/1392532041.echosrp_chaldong.jpg

The German Shepherd child is just something a randomly decided was a thing for the story, so I don’t have any pictures for that, but just imagine, you know, what you normally would think of when you picture an anthropomorphic German Shepherd. o.o
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“Alright. See ya in a few days!” Chalenor calls to the retreat of his parents out the door of his upper-middle class home, a young, average looking German Shepherd also waving to them at his side.

“Don’t let him get into any trouble, now!” the dragon’s father calls back, smiling and giving a wave in return, as he got into the black pick-up truck, camping supplies loaded in the back.

“I’m twenty-three, pretty sure I can handle this little guy,” Chal responds, giving a chuckle and patting the top of the eight-year-old’s head.

“I was talking to Cory,” his father replies with a smirk at his not so original joke, shutting the truck door and starting the engine, his wife already in the vehicle.

Cory, the aforementioned young Shepherd, standing at the dragon’s side, giggles at this, Chalenor rolling his eyes in a playful manner and backing fully into the house, the small dog following his motion so he could shut the door.

Chalenor looks down to the pup, who has a rather plain black book bag of stuff for his stay resting off-center of his back, only one shoulder strap being used to carry it. He wonders if Cory would be interested in video games, so he could just entertain himself without the dragon needing to do much with him.

The kid had been dropped off here, because both Chalenor’s parents and Cory’s were going out on a camping trip, along with a group of mutual friends, and neither Chal nor Cory particularly cared to join them in the activity. So, it was logical that they immediately suggested that the blue dragon babysit, since he was practically an uncle to the tyke, the families having known each other since before either of them were even born. The only problem was that Chalenor knew next to nothing of the boy. He had only seen or talked to him on rare occasions, since the dragon had a habit of keeping to himself, especially when it came to children.

Cory returns an upward gaze, giving the dragon an oddly wide grin, as the sound of the truck reversing down the driveway is heard. “So, what’s there to do around here?”

“Well, I’m taking you back to my room, bec-“

“That’s sounds dirty,” the pup interjects, giggling.

Chalenor gives a nervous laugh, wondering just how much the kid knew what he was talking about. “… because this is where I keep my video games and stuff,” he finishes, entering the aforementioned room, which was just into a nearby hallway next to the kitchen, and motioning to his entertainment system. It was basically a flat screen television, a remote neatly to the side, with some stereo speakers hooked up around it, along with a PlayStation 3 sitting in one of the open slots below.

“Oh. Cool,” the pup answers casually, going over to the side shelves to look through the games. “I have a PS3, too, but mine’s the newer kind, a lot smaller than yours!”

The dragon almost chuckles aloud at a possible out-of-context meaning of the last part of that statement, “Yeah, just… help yourself, I guess,” he responds, moving to his usual spot in the room, his computer chair, as the pup sets his backpack down against the bare white wall and rifles through his games.

Chalenor’s games weren’t limited to just the PS3 variety, of course, as the large, blue and black gaming computer tower showed. It even had blue LEDs on all the case fans, visible through black mesh on the front and top of the system, along with a clear portion of the case on one side, showing off all the expensive internal components in a soft blue glow.

“Is it cool if I play this one?” the tyke asks, holding up the game case for Grand Theft Auto V.

Chal gives a quick look behind himself toward the kid, hardly caring what he picked out, as long as it kept him entertained. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Sweet! I only had the fourth one,” Cory states, about to open the case now.

“That game’s already in there,” the dragon informs, knowing he had played it last. He also thinks about how the Shepherd must have pretty lax parents, letting him play games like that, not that he thought mature games were particularly bad for children, either.

“Oh, okay,” the cub replies, putting the case back onto the shelf and going about turning on the PS3 and hitting the obvious red power button on the nearby TV remote.

“If you need something, the bathroom is just out into the hallway on the left, there’s soda in the kitchen fridge, and you can just let me know when you get hungry. I’ll make Hot Pockets or something.” Chalenor turns back around to his computer screen after the pup’s acknowledging nod, going into the internet browser to check on various things, the sounds of engines and gunshots soon filling the mid-sized room as the young Shepherd had his way with the harsh, open world game environment.

Many hours pass in this fashion, nightfall upon them, Cory sufficiently entertained by the highly action-oriented game. He even gets up to grab a soda occasionally, without asking, the dragon doing the same, ditto with bathroom visits, though Chal did take notice that the kid was rather infrequent, despite all that soda he was drinking.

The dragon eventually gets his curiosity answered, however, when he finally catches a whiff of Cory’s scent for a moment, the two having just finished off some of the aforementioned Hot Pockets and were putting their Styrofoam plates in the trash together.

“Hey, Cory?” the dragon starts, as they walk back to his room.

“Hm?”

“Are you aware that you smell like, well… pee?”

The Shep looks away, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah, about that…”

Chalenor glances down to the boy’s desert camo style cargo pants, making sure there wasn’t going to be an obviously darker wet spot there that he somehow missed. The crotch was mostly covered by his black Quicksilver shirt, though.

Cory continues. “I have, um… a small… problem, and I wear, uh…” He appears to scratch at the dull brown carpet with his toe claws in hesitation. “It’s just this pull-up style underwear with thicker, erm… padding.”

“So, Pull-ups training underwear?” the dragon responds, perking an eye ridge at the kid.

“N- no, not those! Um… They’re called… Smallpaws Undies…”Cory corrects, blushing at the floor, as if the weird name was any less childish than the Pull-ups brand.

“Eh… so basically pull-ups. Might as well use it as a general term, so people quickly know what you’re talking about, and what sort of problem is it that you can’t hold yourself like a normal child? You’re not going to suddenly flood that thing and leak everywhere, are you?”

“No!” Cory insists, huffing in aggravation now, rather than being further embarrassed. “I just leak a little sometimes in the day… but I wear normal, uh… diapers when I sleep,” he continues, being much quieter when he got to “diapers.”

“Mom said I was supposed to tell you earlier, since you’d find out anyway, but I didn’t, because I didn’t wanna,” he states bluntly, crossing his arms.

“Well… maybe you shouldn’t be playing games like GTA V, then, being a small cub who’s still in diapers,” the dragon lightly teases, the two of them standing in the middle of the room now.

“I’m not a baby, and I only wear those at night!” he suddenly screams, stomping his foot on the floor and looking up to the dragon. “And you’ll be sorry for making me mad!”

Chalenor gives the pup an amused look. He hadn’t been planning on making him mad with the small tease, and, in fact, was going to let the awkward subject drop after confirming he could handle his own diaper changing for the nights, which he guessed he could, but now the Shep was quickly taking things out of hand.

“Oh? How are you going to make me sorry? If you start trying to break things, I’ll just restrain you, ya know, and you’ve got hope of fighting against a big dragon such as myself, little puppy. So, why don’t you calm down and go back to playing before I do actually take that luxury from you?”

Cory glares up angrily at the older anthro, not looking phased at all. “I only do this to people who are mean to me, and now you’re one of them!”

“Do what? And I’m not being mean, you’re just being kind of a brat, to be honest – can’t even handle a little teasing. I wasn’t being serious, you know.”

“It’s too late to beg; I’m already doing it!”

The dragon gives a confused look to Cory’s statement, just before becoming aware of the sensation like standing in an elevator as it starts to descend, except the feeling of descent remains constant instead of fading after the maximum speed is reached. Additionally, with widened eyes, he quickly realizes the swiftly dwindling in difference of height between him and the pup, as his draconic body is mysteriously being scaled down, losing size, but keeping its adult proportions!

“What- what are you doing?!”he questions in a panic, looking down at his shrinking form, which actually appeared to him to stay the same, while it was everything else that was growing around him. If he had been wearing any clothes, though, they’d be swallowing him whole right about now! Due to the reptilian-like architecture of his “privates,” though, his kind weren’t really expected to be clothed at all times. It was perfectly natural to see most internal genitalia type dragons without anything on at all, but some chose to wear clothing items for cosmetic or practical reasons when they so wished.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m making you smaller, dumb dragon!” the Shepherd sticks his tongue out to further insult the reduced dragon, now dipping below the kid’s height, and still going down rather fast.

“But how? And stop!” Chal yells back, now looking up to match the dog’s downward gaze. If the child was around four feet and a few inches in height, the dragon was now probably around three-and-a-half feet.

“’Kay,” Cory says simply, the shrinkage immediately halting, leaving a much smaller and confused dragon staring up at him with his maw open. “If I made you any smaller, you probably wouldn’t fit in my Smallpaws anymore, anyway.”

“Fit your what? I won’t be wearing those, and fix me right now!”

“No, and yes you will,” the pup states calmly, oddly taking off his shirt and pants, revealing the obviously soggy pull-up type garment, decorated with playful young puppies.

“No… and what the hell are you doing?”

Next, the young dog starts to pull down that sodden fabric, tail slipping out of the elastic back hole, made for a snug fit on all tail sizes, pulling his feet out of the leg holes so that he’s now standing bare in front of the shrunken adult, who notices pretty quickly the aroused red doggy dick shining in its slight wetness from the ceiling light. It looked to be a good four-and-a-half inches or so in length on the eight-year-old, girth proportionally matching, with an obviously bulgier bit where the knot would inflate more at the base.

“I’m taking this off, because I’m done with it. You can have it now, so you know what it feels like to be wet when you dun wanna be.”

“Like hell that thing is even touching me!” the dragon responds, backing away.

“Heh. That isn’t the only thing that’s gonna be touching you, little draggy~” he answers, suddenly jumping forward and grabbing the scaled creature, using his now greater weight and strength to quickly pin him on his back to the floor, the pull-up being dropped with a heavy sounding plop.

“What the fuck?! Get off of me!” the dragon screams, struggling against the canine, who now easily held him down. A commanding tone suddenly ends the dragon’s pathetic struggle, however.

“Stop, or I’ll make you so small, you won’t ever be seen by anyone else again.”

Chalenor looks the pup into the eyes. “You wouldn’t… That’s, like, practically murder!”

“It’s not if they don’t find the body,” Cory counters, with a cold stare.

The dragon freezes up. It was true. Without anyone finding him, there couldn’t be any charges! The kid was free to do with him as he wished! He starts to think on this, until he’s interrupted by a warm poke at his tail hole, causing him to glance over to it between their two bodies, and immediately see the pup’s hardened length, slightly wet tip right against his entrance.

Cory starts before he can say anything, though. “Remember what I said. You don’t want to be lost in the carpet fibers, do you? Don’t say a word.”

Chalenor quickly shakes his head, shutting his mouth. How early did anthro dog’s hit puberty again? It didn’t seem to matter, as this one was definitely ready to start mating, albeit with the wrong species and gender; the dragon wasn’t even gay!

The Shep begins to push forward, the tip of his damp penis spreading the dragon’s hole apart to make way for its girth, Chalenor clenching his teeth at the penetration, not sure what to expect, since it was his first time having something going in instead of out. As the dog’s heated shaft begins to slide in, the dragon can already feel the presence of his own arousal, a red penis tip barely poking through his slit.

Wait, what? Chalenor looks between his legs, and sure enough, his draconic length was peeking out, growing even further and giving a lurch as the pup’s unswollen knot suddenly squished inside him, making him feel fuller back there than he ever did before!

Cory notices his gaze, following it down between them. “Oh, hey, you even like this! You like being fucked by a kid!” he announces, looking back up and grinning to the dragon’s face, which was flushed with blood.

“I do not!” he insists, about to say something further to defend himself.

“I thought I said no words,” the pup growls, the dragon suddenly finding himself feeling a lot more stretched back there, as his size begins to dwindle even further, until he’s sure he sees the bulge of the child’s cock in his abdomen, and now really feeling the Shepherd’s weight on him.

Chalenor cringes heavily in pain, so much that he resorts to begging. “Okay, I’m sorry, but it hurts a lot, now! Please, stop it!”

Cory sighs softly. He didn’t want to cause physical damage, but he also was getting tired of the dragon breaking his rule, and within a small amount of time, he returns Chalenor to his 3.5 foot status, alleviating the burning pain he was causing in his rump, somewhat, as now, his knot was starting to inflate from having his member squeezed so tightly like that, the pulsing puppy cock drooling pre into the dragon.

“There, but now you’ve just extended your sentence, little draggy,” he states as a matter of fact.

Chalenor just lowers his ears and closes his eyes, trying to relax against the soft carpet, just feeling that canine knot begin to tie him with the kid, his own member erecting to full length against his will. Though, now there was no telling how big his was, probably smaller than the child’s, at least.

Cory begins to rhythmically hump the adult dragon’s tail hole with the bit of space after his knot, little furry balls dragging along the scales of Chalenor’s tail, wasting no time in getting quite fervent with the action. He was pretty soon howling aloud, as his sensitive flesh glided swiftly along the rippling internals of the pinned dragon, cock tip spewing an impressive load of doggy seed into Chalenor’s depths, the dragon grunting, himself, as his smaller member dribbled clear fluid onto his abdomen, clearly begging to be touched.

From the way things were going, Chalenor probably would’ve eventually had an orgasm with some more time of being fucked by the kid on top of him, but as the boy was still pretty young, after all, he came quite quickly, still making sure the small dragon’s insides were well coated in his hot seed.

“Mmmf…” The Shepherd exhales and nearly collapses onto the trapped dragon below him, but manages to keep himself up, breathing heavily as he waits for the swelling of his knot to go down, that boyhood still spurting off a few more small doses of puppy cum into the adult as he winds down.

Chalenor simply stays the course, keeping his eyes closed and resisting the urge to finish himself off with one of his hands. He, a supposedly strong and proud dragon, had just been raped by a mere pup. There was no need to further humiliate himself.

Cory’s knot eventually softens down to a point where he tugs it free, a wet schlorp sounding out as the still bulging mass pops free of its warm confinement, doggy seed drooling from the dragon’s gaping hole to his tail, where it runs down one of the sides, Chalenor clenching his eyelids at the action.

Cory grabs the nearby pull-up after sliding the rest of his canine meat out from the sloppy hole, and goes about fitting Chalenor’s feet and tail through the appropriate holes, shifting the soggy thing up along his limbs.

“Arch your back,” he commands, waiting as the dragon does so, before getting that yellowed interior snug with the dragon’s groin, a soft squish emerging from the material as he squeezes the bulge in the front, making Chalenor moan softly as his penis is assaulted with the still warm dog pee, some of which is pressed out to dribble along the throbbing length. He can even feel the liquid held in the back of the padding as he settles back down. The dog had “leaked” quite a bit into this one!

“You even like having my pee on you, huh?” the pup teases, Chalenor obediently staying silent this time.

The Shepherd stands, placing his footpaw onto that comparatively small bulge now, and presses down with some of his weight, the dragon letting out another low moan as he receives the same feeling as before, except now, the pup begins to rub his foot slowly, grinding Chalenor’s arousal into the soaked fabric, that squishy warmth even enough for the dragon to eventually roar out in orgasm, spurting thick coats of cum into the already wet padding interior.

Cory grins in satisfaction of making the adult succumb to the humiliating orgasm method, grinding further to make sure the dragon got his own cock and groin thoroughly sticky with the spurts of seed until it died down, Chalenor panting softly in afterglow, as now, not only was his tail hole feeling wet and sticky, and leaking seed into the padding, but so was his entire area down there, as his own cum oozed softly from his shaft to his groin scales, some even slipping into that reptilian-like genital vent.

“I knew it. You loved that! Guess I’ll let ya keep wearing it for bed time,” the dog states, the dragon feeling himself shrinking once again. This time, he opened his eyes to finally look down at the used pull-up, expecting he’d shrink right out of it, but only finding it was still snug to his body! This magic, or whatever, apparently worked on objects, too.

The dragon grows slightly disorientated, as he’s shrunk down farther than ever, enough for the pup to pick him up with a single paw! He must only be a couple inches now, as he’s carried towards the bed, the child placing him upon it, before turning to dig in his backpack. 

Cory pulls out one of the much thicker garments now, the white thing crinkling in his grasp, obviously the diapers he spoke of, and unfolds it, placing it under his rump as he sat down and began fiddling with the sky blue tapes. The diaper oddly had the same theme as the pull-up, playful puppies on the front portion, where the tapes were placed.

After the kid gets himself diapered, he stands, going back to the bed and picking up the dragon with the same paw, before climbing in himself, staying in a seated position, Chalenor not even bothering to struggle in his grasp, as it would obviously be completely futile and probably make things worse.

“You’ll be safe in here,” Cory informs, pulling back the front waistband of his diaper and releasing the tiny dragon, probably a couple inches tall, into his padding.

Chalenor’s vocal protest is lost as the opening snaps shut, the dragon being left to slide down the now massive puppy cock, as big as the dragon was even while it was soft and sheathed, and fall into the in between of the soft material and the pup’s comparatively bean-bag-chair-sized orbs, the strength of the musk quite overwhelming, due to his new stature. Grumbling aside, Chalenor finds himself shifting into a semi-comfortable position onto that furry sack, as he feels the kid’s movements to lie down in the bed…