[b][u][center]The Dragoness’s Morning
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Sarina ran her hands down the back of her neck, tracing the line of her spine for as long as she could before she was interrupted by her wings. She brought them back to the base of her horns, rubbing down the back of her head and neck again, grinding away the old stains and the little bits of debris that had been left behind by yesterday. Other dried bits cracked away under the hot water raining down on her head, but the stuff back there – and under her tail – always had to be scratched and peeled away.

The black-red dragoness turned on her heels as the last of the dried mess on her head washed away, facing away from the shower-head and lifting her tail. The sudden heat running down it and between her cheeks drew a hiss from her clenched lips, but she ignored it, spreading her cheeks further with one hand and digging between them with the other.

[i]Need to get on a diet one of these days.[/i]

When she was financially secure.

When she didn’t have people craving that fat ass.

When her looks didn’t pay for 90% of her lifestyle.

Shaking her head, she rubbed her fingers between her cheeks, grinding them around the ring beneath the tail before forcing one inside. It didn’t take long to find some of the little remnants of the load left back there, and a little bit of pressure inside pushed it out. A little tingle of pleasure followed, but she was so used to that these days that it barely affected her. She shook her head, letting a second finger slide in before fanning them apart.

Squelch.

Splat.

The last of Kirill’s load dropped from her ass. It was amazing how semi-solid cum could get over time, and more so when there was a lot of it. Her roommate was…productive, one couldn’t deny that.

Scooting the slime down the drain with her foot, she reached back and turned off the water. The steam was vacuumed away almost immediately – perks of living with someone with money – and Sarina stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel. Her scales dried easier than some males did, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have to be careful getting rid of all the moisture along her body. Scale-rot was a bitch.

She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself as she dried herself off. It was hard not to look at herself and feel some of the truth of the things people called her outside of school: slut, whore, cock-sucker, cum-guzzler. The fact that she stood there with nipple piercings that were explicitly made to get people staring at her (admittedly smaller) breasts kinda reinforced that truth, and it was hard not to feel just a little embarrassed about it.

At the same time…she wouldn’t say that she looked bad. She was mostly black-scaled, though with red scales along her chest, stomach, and inner thighs, with just a little bit more under her tail framing her ass and along the bottoms of her feet. A pair of small horns that had never properly grown in popped out of the top of her head, jokingly – and truly – referred to as handlebars by some. Her eyes had been described as striking, and more than one person had asked her if she had some sort of demon deal going on with the fact that they were black instead of white, and red where everything else was supposed to be.

It was a seductive sort of look, and would have been incredibly womanly were it not for the fact that she had a dick and a very productive pair of balls of her own sticking out from between her legs.

She fluffed up the towel and dried that off, too, pulling back the ever-so-slight foreskin from the head of her cock, exposing the red skin under the dark flesh that covered it. If she’d just been normal, she told herself, she would have had a very different life. She wouldn’t have to deal with Kirill, or with all the other little accommodations that she had made over the years. She wouldn’t have to deal with all the catcalls that were immediately rescinded as soon as they realized that she had [i]that[/i] down there.

But at the same time…it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.

Sarina smiled despite it all, shaking her head as she tossed the towel onto the rack and put her glasses on. Resting one hand on her hip, she looked herself up and down, slowly nodding to herself.

“Not doing bad today.”

“Sarina!”

Kirill’s call was enough to shatter her thoughts and send her running from the bathroom. Her roommate must have finally gotten out of bed, and that meant that she had precious little time to do their morning ritual before she got dressed and ran off to school. She’d hoped that today would be one of the few times that he slept in and she could just run off without this, but –

“Sarina, where are you?”

“Coming, sir!”

The naked dragoness stopped where the apartment hallway met the living room. She took a deep breath, ‘dusted’ herself off, and took on a proper pose. Chest out, back straight, adjusting her face to be properly servile: all that was habit when it came to him these days. She reached up, tweaking her nipples so that they were good and hard under the piercings, and tucked her cock a little further down.

[i]Okay, we’re good…we’re good.[/i]

She stepped into the living room. Kirill sat on the couch, the maned wolf resting with his feet up on the coffee table and a mug of coffee in his hand. Like her, he was naked, and she knew that there was every possibility that he’d drag her into something that’d take a while if she didn’t do something to keep nudging him into being in a good mood.

“You forget the rules?” he asked, the slight tinge of his Russian accent coloring his words. “You come to me before you go. That is our deal, yes?”

“Yes, sir. I remember.”

“Come. Let me see.”

It was the same thing every day when he was up on time. She walked across the room, standing at the side of the couch as the slender maned wolf reached out, cupping her balls first before flicking her cock up. She bit off the little gasp that always wanted to come with that, her shaft resting over his hand.

“Is a pity that you still have this.”

“It’s part of the business,” she said.

“Hmmph. I’d get rid of it myself, but then…”

“Then I’d probably cast the same spell on you.”

“Heh. This is what gives you stubbornness. Might be different if you were full-woman.”

Oddly, it didn’t hurt as much as one would think to hear him say that. Kirill’s only issue with her cock was that it left him without a ‘breeding hole’ to fuck, and she knew that he was more of an ass-man, anyway. The fact that he plundered it on a nightly basis, whether she was awake or not, had made that clear.

Then again, she knew that he was not going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg, either. The same capability that would allow her to cast a spell back at him that he chose to use on her was the same thing that made her a profitable ‘test subject’ for the various medical trials that his company put her through. Of course, they avoided anything that could link the two of them together – she submitted her applications under a different address, he never admitted that he knew her, etc. – but there was no getting around the fact that it was a scam. They were bilking his company of everything that they could get from it.

[i]His company. Heh. He wishes.[/i]

But it someday might be. Her roommate –

Sarina hissed as he squeezed her balls, pulling her closer until her cock was near his face. Someone else might have been more intimate with her shaft, but not him. Instead, he pulled the usual cock-cage from the side of the couch, holding it in front of her.

“You will wear.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And keep it on until you get home.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And if anyone asks –”

“They’re allowed, sir.”

“Yes. And give them business cards. Heh.”

Sarina nodded, spreading her legs ever so slightly as Kirill slid the metal band around her balls, then down her shaft. It was slender and painted black, allowing it to fit in with the darker coloration around the base of her cock and balls, and just tight enough to encourage a certain amount of…frustration.

Before that could get her up and throbbing, however, he pushed the other part of the cage down. Rather than a tube, this cage used a flat-headed piece of metal, not merely encasing her cock but squishing it down, down, down, forcing it against her body and almost a little bit into her. She hissed as she felt the sheer amount of pressure against it as he locked it in place, biting back another, louder sound that would have been far more humiliating.

“There. Close to girl as you get.”

She certainly didn’t have a cock bulge anymore; the seven-inch soft thing had been condensed down to one, and that one-inch barely showed through anything. Her balls, while hefty enough, weren’t going to show through both her panties and her skirt, so her ‘secret’ would be safe.

After getting one last jostle from Kirill, Sarina stepped back. Dropping to her knees, she leaned over his feet, kissing each toe and whispering her thanks for his ‘patronage’ and his protection. Her tongue flicked out, the forked tips teasing between the digits and licking up some of the mess that he had from last night, too. Sweat, a little ‘reward’ of having her cum all but stomped out of her cock, and more had been left behind, and she had to make sure that he was properly cleaned before his meeting today.

“You will be home on-time?” he asked.

“Yes, if work doesn’t keep me too late,” she said as she moved to the other foot.

“Best not.”

“If a client asks, I have to say yes. Remember?”

“Hmmph.”

“Just like when the board asks you to stay late, remember?”

“Hmmmmmph…Suppose is real job, heh.”

Sarina smiled despite herself, lowering her head to the maned wolf’s feet again. Each kiss was followed by a gentle lapping along his digits, taking in the morning bed-sweat taste as well as everything else that clung to her roommate’s soles.

Well, roommate was one way of putting it. Unofficial Owner was a little more accurate. She and Kirill had an arrangement: she worked as his paid-for guinea pig in addition to whatever else she did, as well as taking care of his sexual needs, and he paid for just about everything that she needed. The apartment was rent-free for her, outside of a token payment toward it so that she could legally have right to be there, and food came free as long as it was part of the groceries that were brought in every week. Other expenses – going to school, paying for it, and whatever she did while out – were her responsibility.

And in a way, she was lucky that he saw her ‘adult entertainer’ work as work. He didn’t question her need to make money, even though he was paying her way a lot of the time. The odd mix of support and misogyny was something that she doubted that she’d ever entirely get used to, but at least he treated her better than the majority of other prospects would.

She reached the last toe, sucking backward as she pulled her head back. The maned wolf looked away from her, already taking in the news on the TV, and without further commands, she was free. The dragoness bowed her head, adjusted her glasses, and scampered for her room.

[i]Hurry, hurry, hurry,[/i] she thought, grabbing a random top from the closet, a skirt that she’d gotten pressed last night before the ‘duties’ that she had to fulfill, and a pair of sandals that would have to do. Probably getting shredded by the end of the day, but that was part of going to the Lunar Turning Ring school: the constant shifts and transformations that they focused on just meant that clothing tended to be optional on school grounds.

Then work after, and –

Sarina heard the soft buzz, buzz, buzz of a muted alarm going off on her nightstand. The dragoness lunged for her phone and tapped the screen –

“Oh, goddammit…”

She’d missed the first alarm in the shower, probably, and the second while she was getting caged and ‘tending to’ Kirill. She was going to be lucky to get the next train to the east side of Docetri, and that was if she ran.

Which, well, she did. She stormed out of her bedroom, darted by the maned wolf barely a year older than her, and ran down the hallway with the door left open. Even his shouts for her to come back and shut the door barely registered as she rushed down to the station.

#

She reached the station in the nick of time, sliding onto the train and slumping down as it pulled away from the platform. As CPDI Central Station fell away and the train rose up on a lifted track, Sarina got as comfortable as she could.

Docetri was laid out before her out the window. No matter how many times she looked down on it, she never entirely got used to it. Not merely for the fact that it was a beautiful city with a bay that split it right down the middle, or the fact that there were several skyscrapers that stood out like modern palaces, or the rainbow dome that ran down from the sky and covered the whole place. The constant changes beyond the walls that marked the city’s bounds – ranging from towering plant-stalks that reached hundreds of feet in height, great forests that literally walked from one part of the wall to another, and the flocks of birds that were almost a little too anthro – reminded her of the luck she had to be inside the walls, and not outside them.

She settled herself with her hands folded over her lap, staring straight ahead as the train meandered along. As usual, she ran through her schedule, reminding herself that she was still on time – and had even made up a little – getting on the train as she had. Lost a sandal in the process, leaving her looking a little foolish, but she’d made it.

[i]Thirty minutes to Crimson Wall station, ten minute walk from there to the school, and security only takes about five minutes. And it’s still about fifty minutes until I’m due there.[/i]

It was cutting it close, but better than she’d have to deal with if she’d missed that first train. As long as something else didn’t happen –

Snap.

The train went completely dark as it began its descent into the underground parts of the track. Sarina gritted her teeth with a whimper.

“Oh, no aga-AIN!”

Her voice rose in pitch as shadowy figures darted about the train. This [i]always[/i] happened. Either someone had let off a little shot of Lightning-magic elsewhere in the train to fuck with the electrical system, or the aging public transit circuits had failed on their own. Either way, it gave all the perverts every opportunity to dart around, copping feels and worse with the passengers.

She heard the little yelps and whimpers all around her. Some of them came from victims like her, but others were from gropers and molesters that had tried their luck with passengers that were protected from that. Sarina wished that she had the money to get an enchanted bit of protection to keep someone from grabbing at her, but that was expensive, and she knew for a fact that Kirill would just tell her to spread her legs and let it happen.

More to the point, she probably would; she didn’t have a very good track record on resisting that sort of manhandling.

The dragoness bit her lips, her cheeks heating up as someone pulled her shirt open and started pulling on her nipples. The minute the stranger found her piercings, though –

“What’s this? We got a slut in the car?” someone to her right said.

“Heh, look at that. Fetch a pretty price for the right guy.”

“Or girl. I know some lesbians that are really into this shit.”

“Heh, gotta make up for the tiny titties somehow.”

She kept quiet. There was no point in shouting or complaining on the train; if you weren’t smart enough to keep a ward up to protect yourself, then if something went bad, you just had to bite the bullet and take it. If a member of the Rainbow Guard or one of the corporate sub-units were around to see it happen, they could do something, but…

Well, it was like medicine elsewhere. If you didn’t pay the cost of getting a ward, then it was like not buying insurance. You were gambling on it not happening, and when it did, you suffered until it was done.

Though with how hard her nipples were getting, and how much she was fighting the urge to huff and whimper, she wasn’t sure that she’d call this ‘suffering.’

“Heh, what’s the matter, girl? Enjoying yourself too much?”

“Bet you she walked on the train hoping this’d happen. Some of these bitches love getting fucked up.”

“That true, girl? You want to be used?”

Sarina kept her mouth clenched shut. They had to be getting close, had to be. The tunnel only lasted for a little while, and then they would have to break up and –

Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she felt one invisible hand running under her skirt. Its owner chuckled.

“Heh, maybe we should get you all drippy for the day, girl. I bet you’re going to be a hell of a fun time for someone…once we boost ya a bit.”

[i]Great…Had to be a…a Booster…[/i]

Boosters were Body-mages that went around using body-modification magic, and specifically, magic that was meant to boost the size and production of certain things. More than one woman had walked off a train with her breast size quadrupled, and men had ripped right out of their pants as they went from average shafts to schlongs that horses would have called oversized. She bit her lips, looking out of the corner of her eye, but there was no sign of the light at the end of the tunnel. Not just yet.

“Heh, don’t worry, girl. When we’re done, you’re going to enjoy every last bit of what they’ll do to – what the fuck?!”

That hand touched her balls. Even as the Booster yanked his hand back, the magic was left behind. Sarina stiffened, arching her back against the seat as the two perverts ran off, muttering about her ‘fooling’ them and more.

She barely heard them. All her attention was on the feeling of her balls swelling, and her tits doing the same. The dragoness huffed, her eyes rolling back as she brought her shaking hands to her chest. She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, dragging them together even as her breasts swelled, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger. The sudden tightness around them didn’t bode well, but she had to get it all put away before they were out in the open again. Or – or –

[i]Oh god, it was not this wet a few minutes ago…[/i]

The Booster must have put some sort of amplification spell on her production, too. She bit her lips as she felt how warm her shirt was around her breasts, only to hiss as she felt her balls – trapped between her thighs as they grew to the size of oranges – suddenly eased a bit. A heated squirt ran between her thighs, and a stronger, more intense ooze continued down her balls as they tingled, and pulsed, and tingled, and pulsed.

Finally, too late for anyone’s comfort, the train left the tunnel and pulled into one of the many train stations across Docetri. She wasn’t the only one pulling herself back together, but she was one of the only ones to be dripping. All eyes flicked to her for at least a few seconds before looking away, and not everyone looked away.

[i]Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]

#

By the time that she got off the train at Crimson Wall station, her blouse was all but ruined. She was dribbling milk like mad from her nipples, and the piercings made it so much worse. Everything could be seen through the white fabric, and she was as bright red as she could be as the train finally stopped.

It was even worse as she stood up and the slime from her enhanced balls left a near-literal snail-trail behind. She had to use the bar over her head to get herself all the way off the cushion, and even then, long, silvery trails linked her ass to the cushion itself. Her tail curled between her legs as she hustled off the train, holding her bag to her chest in a vain attempt to keep some of the display from being shown off to everyone.

Sadly, as soon as she stepped off the train, she was confronted by a pair of the Rainbow Guard. With their trademark badges – a hexagon with a seventh point just outside it – confirming their identities, as well as the light crackle of Lightning-magic on the hand of the female of the pair, they couldn’t be anyone else.

“Ma’am, there was a call regarding a display of indecent exposure,” the Lightning-wielding squirrel said as she stepped forward.

“But – but the law says that doesn’t count on a train. If the lights go out, we can’t be charged for –”

“That’s on the train, ma’am. You’re in the station now.”

“…”

“Do you need to make a call before we take you away for new clothes and this small charge?”

“Yeah, um…let me just call my professors, real quick…”

[i]God, I hope they’re not charging for bail today. I do [b]not[/b] want to interrupt Kirill for that…[/i]

 

 

 




[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: A little slice of life for Sarina, my dragoness, in Docetri. Enjoy this little situation she’s found herself in.
 
Tags: Intersex/Solo, Intersex/Male, Dragoness with a Dick, Sarina, Dragoness, Maned Wolf, Blackmail, Chastity, Leaking, Lactation, Mild Growth, Groping, Foot Fetish, Nudity, Embarrassment, Docetri,