[b][u][center]Another Potion Problem For DrakeHavok By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Being good friends with a mage and potionmaker meant that his life was a little more adventurous than he really wanted it to be, but there were perks for the white dragon. For instance, it meant that any of the legitimate hauntings in his house were quickly dealt with. There were never roach or other insect infestations, since they were regularly smoked out from the other house next door. And when he really, really needed some help with the oddest of things, there was someone with the oddest of answers. Today, that meant getting help with a bit of a size problem. Not a weight problem, as he wasn’t that lazy and he genuinely did want to get down to the gym, but rather a [i]size[/i] problem, down below. After all, the white dragon didn’t want to disappoint anyone looking at him in the showers, and he knew that he was likely to do that with his...less than ideal size down there. So, he walked next door, opened the unlocked front door, and walked down the hall. “Drac? Drac, you in?” There was no answer from the mage, though that wasn’t surprising. He’d walked right up to the house’s occupant and found himself unable to be heard, just because Draconicon was nose deep in a book and couldn’t be disturbed from it. Shaking his head, he made his way to the potion room. It was at the very back of the house and then through a cupboard. He swore that Drac had installed that just to make it more annoying to get to the potions, but he supposed that there were all sorts of reasons for that. There were potions with much more severe effects than gratifying the male ego. He slid beneath the curtain that blocked off the cupboard from the kitchen, and then pulled the third spice drawer from the bottom, opening a hidden compartment. He pulled the spice door out of the way, and then stepped into the darkness. Three turns and a secret mirror later, he was in the potion room. The cauldron in the center of the room was bubbling away still, probably a new batch of something or other, while the walls were lined with both ingredients and finished potions. Havok went for the latter, running his fingers along the wall to find some sort of reference for the vials. There were none. He should have guessed. Drac tended to keep things very secure ever since the last time he was stolen from. [i]Well, let’s take a guess. Even he has to have some sort of system.[/i] When he was able to bookmark the section of potions that dealt with transformation - mostly by the symbols on the sides of the vials - he made some headway. There were a few that were focused on transforming body parts, some that dealt with a full species shift, and still others that did things that he probably didn’t want to know about. They were black-wrapped, which told him that they were probably meant to stay secret. Eventually, he found one marked by a dick. He picked it up, turning it this way and that. The label didn’t go further than showing a throbbing hard-on drawn on the side, and while there was a bit of concern with the fire mark under it, he doubted it was any real problem. [i]Well, let’s see how this goes. Hot cock, here I come.[/i] He tossed it back, then put the vial back. Knowing that the potions tended to work quickly, he sat down on the floor and - POOOMF! Havok almost fell over as his chest suddenly seemed to explode in size, large white breasts pushing free of his pecs and hanging down. They were rather heavy, too, and probably were somewhere in the high Cs for size, maybe even into the Ds. Blushing, he reached up to cup them, shaking his head at the mistake. He’d obviously grabbed something he wasn’t meant to. Or the potion wasn’t working. Either were - “Mmmph!” He slumped forward as his breasts grew a little bigger, but far more sensitive, the nipples seeming to grow at the tips of the new globes. He blushed worse as he felt his hips growing out, his pants suddenly much tighter in the back and the sides. A few rips were already forming, and - POOOMF! Another sudden growth down below ripped through his jeans and underwear simultaneously, leaving him bare from the waist down. He looked over his shoulder, his cheeks getting all the redder at the sight of the larger ass cheeks he had and, worse, the bigger hips. Hips that were definitely not masculine in any way. Desperately rolling over, Havok saw that his cock was worming its way back into him, shrinking away before his eyes. It had already lost more than half its size, becoming a little dimple just over his shrinking balls, and before he could reach for it, his body just seemed to slurp it away. “NNnngh!” And then there was that...unzipping feeling. It was like someone pushed just under where his dick had been and just caved in the scales down there, scooping out space in a disturbingly pleasurable sensation. He shivered, curling his toes against the stone floor for the minute or so it took for his pussy to be carved out of his body. Or...her body. It was definitely female now. Still panting from the sudden transformation, the white-scaled dragoness fumbled for the top of the table. She grabbed it, eventually, and used it to pull herself up the rest of the way. It was a tricky sort of thing, though, and she was barely able to hold onto the table on the way to her feet. By the time she was standing, it took everything she had to stay there, a heat ripping through her middle and between her legs. Havok groaned, her knees knocking as her pussy started dripping, her whole body shaking and her insides clamping down. [i]Not...not hot cock,[/i] she realized. [i]Heat...heat for cock…[/i] And from the feel of it, her body was more than eager to breed. She could feel it clenching down, begging for her to...to… Something else caught her attention. A hint of...of something. A smell. A...a musky...masculine… [i]Oh no.[/i] Havok’s head was turned by the smell, leaving her looking at the black dragon who owned the house, and then looking down at the bulge that was rapidly growing in his robes. “You...oh, you idiot…” Draconicon muttered. Havok barely heard. She could see cock, and that need in the back of her brain was already burning through her at a ridiculous rate. She saw cock, and she needed it. She was able to rip the other dragon’s robes off before he could respond, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. Draconicon didn’t try to stop her as she pulled at his footlong cock, giving it a few hard tugs, feeling the throbbing shaft in her hands and licking her lips in anticipation of tasting it, feeling it… One hand dipped into her pussy, already shoving three fingers inside as she bobbed her head down on the shaft. As thick and salty as it was musky, she managed to get half of it down her throat before she had to pull back. The next time, she got seven inches, then eight. Before she could go for nine, Draconicon shoved her back, leaving her falling right on her ass. She groaned, but was already spreading her legs, showing off her new folds. Havok looked up at him, panting, shivering. “I...I need…” “You’re in heat,” Drac said. “You’re going to get eggs if I put it in you.” “I don’t care. I need cock.” “You’re going to care when I actually finish.” “No I’m not! Get it in me! Now!” “...Alright, but I want that in writing.” Havok glared until the black dragon lowered himself down. His cock was hot against her nether regions, and the dragoness couldn’t stop herself from wishing that she could be on top. She wanted to feel him sliding in, wanted to control the pace...wanted to keep him from pulling out at the last second… [i]I...I don’t...really want…[/i] Whatever the lingering bits of logical, rational thoughts had to say were drowned out by the sudden thrust from above. Havok moaned, arching her back and thrusting her hips to meet the other dragon’s cock, feeling it sliding into her depths. Even the pre-cum was something, a mild soothing balm against the need in her belly and womb, but it wasn’t enough. She stretched, pulling her legs up and around him, grinding her heels right into the base of his tail to drive him in deeper, and deeper. She moaned every time she felt him reach her depths, feeling almost like his cock was going to punch into her womb and fill it up before he came. He didn’t, but it felt like he could. Thrust, thrust, thrust. The black dragon’s cock was filling her up again and again, making her shiver every time that his crotch scales ground against her clit. He was big, stretching her out, good for the eggs when they finally came along. She could feel his balls battering against her ass, reminding her of her place, making her want to stay under him. She clenched her legs tighter, keeping his thrusts short and shallow, making him keep his cock inside of her. She needed his cum. Needed it to put out the fire inside of her, needed - “MMMPH!” Havok moaned, her eyes closing tight as she pulled him down against her. She came, clenching down on his cock, moaning, whimpering, milking him for everything he had… And he gave it to her. A few minutes later, the two of them were still joined at the hip, still oozing juices. Draconicon slowly pulled out, his cock soaked with their mutual product, and then pulled a piece of paper and a pen from his robe. He dropped it on her chest, and she groaned as she looked up at it. “What’s this?” “Just a release from paternal obligations.” “...” “I told you I wanted it in writing.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]