Dragon Readjustment

Inspired by @Zielnik with permission.

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Mark looked down at Ellen, his former bully, as she lay there completely satisfied for at least a few seconds. She had the wide head of a dragon, a mighty head of blue with that snout that poked forward, and those teeth with that immense elegance only a creature of the air could muster. Long curled horns decorated either side of her head, around her shoulder-length black hair with a blue stripe. Her strong yet lithe arms were lying to either side of her head. Her breasts were shiny and sleek with sweat. Her lighter-colored blue scales contrasted with her creamy blue hide of hard scales, showing a vulnerable white-scaled underbelly.

He had his hands on either side of her head, panting in this intimate moment. This had been a horny-as-hell no-commitment-at-all fuck. Then he kissed her.

Her eyes went wide as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She was at the bottom and was having fun. As he explored her mouth, his saliva dripping into her jaws as his tongue brushed against her teeth, she thrust. Her tongue slid under his and brushed against the underside. His eyes went wide in turn as she grabbed the back of his red skull. She realized their tongues were more flexible than she thought, and wrapped hers around his. He moaned and grabbed her tits. She whimpered into his mouth before she finally released him. Well, maybe she'd let him dominate today.

They stared at each other for a long time again. Ellen looked down at her scaly blue form, at her enormous breasts. She saw his muscular chest, and her eyebrows(or their new equivalents) bounced. She looked back up at his muzzle.

"How do we sweat? Aren't we reptiles?" Despite the awkward question, his voice was deep and rolling, graceful and sensual.

Ellen rolled her eyes. "You are still an enormous dork. We breathe fire." Hers was also deep, husky, yet smooth. Seductive, almost. She thought wondrously about how that delightful tongue of his would feel in her snatch.

The pair of new dragons slowly got off the bed. Mark grinned awkwardly, "I'll... uh... I can make lunch."

She found the bathroom and plopped down with a second thought. She blinked and realized she had a tail to consider, but found it almost instinctive how she moved it out of the way. Its end settled near her feet. "That'll take some getting used to."

When she was done, Ellen stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, at the creature staring back. The new blue dragoness was fit and highly attractive, sleek, and powerful. Her long, beautiful tail swished behind her, seemingly with a mind of its own but betraying her mood. Confused, and yet... inexplicably excited. Her new hair, without its ponytail, went down to her shoulders. She looked over her new voluptuous form. She was coated in creamy azure blue scales, with a white underbelly. Ellen ran her new hands along them, feeling her new epidermis. Her body was like a shark's skin, sharp yet smooth. Ellen reached up and felt her muzzle. Her new body was much more powerful than her old one, and she got the feeling she wouldn't need to work out much to stay in shape. She was drop-dead gorgeous! She could barely get her arms around her chest, her bust was so big. She twirled in place, and her tail followed. She ran her clawed hands up and down her curvy sides. Her hips were enormous, and her waist was astoundingly thin; she had a perfect hourglass shape. She was sexy. Even she would bang her, and she was straight as an arrow. Ellen let her hand drop. Or was she? What could magic, for lack of a better term, do? She didn't think she'd mind being a dragon much. Her horns were fierce. She had a bit of the punk look too, with hair that matched her scales, the same as her... boy toy. She might not mind, even with that hunk. That dorky hunk.

She realized her thighs were thick with sweat and fluid again. She blushed furiously. Had she become his... counterpart? Built for him? She gulped, feeling her draconic muscles shift. Could she breathe fire?

She pulled a towel around herself, barely containing her enormous breasts or her broodmare hips. She couldn't find anything else her size. She turned and looked at her long, pretty legs, twisting in place as she walked. There was a creamy pale white to her scales on her chest and inner body. Her hair was now shoulder length, black with a blue stripe through it. Her breasts were enormous, they jiggled with every motion. As did her ass. She saw another mirror in the bedroom and stopped. She started again. Her hips had a perfect sway to them, and a distinct waggle to her ass. Ellen stopped and did another strut through the room, walking back and forth. This sexy blue dragoness had an amazing bust, an ass that wouldn't quit, and she wasn't too opposed to showing it off. Maybe...

Her white and blue scales turned bright pink. She was going to show him? Again? Wasn't she his fetish? Wasn't this his fault? Hadn't he inflicted this upon her?

Ellen looked down at herself, feeling her new skin. She ran her hands up and down her arms. She went out into the main room.

She inhaled sharply. she flushed as she looked at his muscular frame. Mark moved around the kitchen with expert skill. He wore an apron stretched to the limit across his body and hummed as he prepared some sort of meal. His arms flexed and shone brilliantly in the light. His broad chest was stunning. His legs moved with power and grace. He kept bonking his tail against the fridge.

She reached down to her nethers and stroked herself. Her blue scales turned slightly pink.

She was perfect for him... but he was perfect for her. His voice made her melt with every word. And she noticed his erection grow every time she said his name. His body was enormous, stacked to the gills in muscle and strength.

He glanced back at her, "You still, uh...?"

Her hand shot away, "I... uh..." She flushed. "A little. Or a lot." His arms and legs were so thick that they didn't seem able to relax vertically. His tail swished back and forth. When the apron tented, she realized he wasn't wearing anything else.

She felt so horny and delighted. Her heart was racing something fierce. She told herself it was nothing beyond being horny.

She looked down at her new blue form, her completely reconstructed body. Her scales were delightful, and... god, she would fuck her.

"Jesus Christ, it feels like we were made for sex..." She breathed.

"Think that's a good way to make money, now?" He asked.

"What? Pornos of us fucking?" Ellen glared.

"Not a bad idea..." He breathed, still unused to his sensual suave voice.

She tried to suppress a smirk. He was a dork, but... well, she'd been rethinking some things. Maybe lashing out like this wasn't right. Did that have to do with her change? Maybe. It definitely had to do with the way her heart skipped when he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She let her towel drop. She imagined neither of them would be wearing anything for the next few days. She swayed sexily as she approached him.

She pushed herself against him. She was still trying to match his height. She put her forearms against his chest. Mark blushed red against his scales. "So is this permanent?" Ellen asked.

He pulled her to him, and she squirmed in his grip. He reached down to cup her plush rear, and she exhaled sharply. She felt his erection rubbing against her thigh. "I have no clue."

Pre was already coming out of his tip. She shifted back and levered herself up on the table. She leaned back, basking in the pleasure. Her mate leered and climbed on top of her. She didn't care for the moment; all she cared about was how good this made her feel.

She wanted to ride him or let him ride her, whichever came first. He planted his feet and held one shoulder. She shifted in anticipation, "Come on!"

He grinned, "As you wish." He rubbed his throbbing erection and thrust it into her.

"Ah!" She gasped and leaned forward.

He rolled his hips forward into her, "Mm..."

Ellen gritted her teeth. Nothing felt this good. She pulled him onto her again, "Come on!"

He thrust again, and again. He drove his powerful hips into hers, getting little yelps of pleasure from her. Her tail wrapped around his leg as she brought her legs up around his back. He admired her thick blue thighs for a moment before they continued.

Mark groaned. Her passageway was so tight, it wrapped around the underside of his head and squeezed. It took his length, and he struggled to release it with every motion he made. He thrust in, bringing it around the head. It seemed to scratch an itch he didn't know he had. He twisted this way and that, thrusting his member against Ellen. Her new dragon eyes went wide, and she groaned, clutching his new broad shoulders. How was this dork this good? Her whole body seemed to jiggle, the very act made his member even bigger.

Her plush ass shook as he drove into her, she put a hand on her breasts to keep them from flopping around. She gasped and moaned, then grabbed his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning her forward and driving even deeper into her. She felt his muscle structure, marveling at his strength. Her claws sank into his frame, and he winced, feeling her own strength. She could probably carry him, too.

"Oh, oh... oh, Ellen!" He groaned.

"Yeah... yeah...!" Ellen squealed.

"I'm... I'm close..."

Her eyes went wide. A massive orgasm hit her, sending ripples down her new alien spine. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought she could hear a splattering sound before a bulge went into her vagina and her body. "Aah!"

It felt like being filled with a fire hose, she could feel him painting her insides white. He kept driving his hips into her, "Hm... mmm... mmm...!"

"Oh!" They cried out together.

"So good!" Mark cried.

They gasped and panted, still together. He had his arms wrapped around her. She had a tight grip on his back.

Slowly, Ellen untangled her legs from him. They leaned back to look at each other. There was a hungry lust in their eyes that was only barely sated. "I mean, I like it. Do you like it?" He asked, resuming their conversation.

Ellen looked down at her dragoness self. This combination of Amazonian and femininity. She saw his massive member slowly slide out, and moaned, "I don't know." She looked up at him. "Maybe we can change our minds. But for right now," She shivered, "God, I want this."

"Well, first, dinner."

For some reason, she kissed him then. Just a peck, but it left him stunned as she stood up and grabbed her towel to wipe up their mess. Her new blue scales were flushed pink once again. She hoped he didn't notice.

Well, this was nice. A dinner.

As they finished, she caught him staring at her chest. Which was funny because she was staring at him. Neither of them could quite get their limbs vertical anymore, they were so thick that they'd squeeze against their torso and thighs.

They retreated to the bedroom. She climbed on top of him, this large drake. "Tell me, do you like small women?"

"It depends," He muttered softly. He ran his hands up her sides and across her back. She was so wide, even nestled in his embrace, he had trouble meeting his hands across her back.

She was the perfect size and shape for him. Kneeling put her at the perfect height for admiring his dragonhood. She shimmied down his body, running her hands over his majestic, muscular form. Her body slid perfectly along his, like a lock and key; every position seemed to feel right. She positioned herself between his legs and gulped at the size of his member. Even now, she had trouble believing that thing would fit inside her.

She wrapped her tongue around the head of his member. He exhaled in a growl, releasing a jet of fire. She continued sucking him, playing with his head. He held the back of her neck and rubbed it gently, running his claws along her horns. She wanted to hiss at him, but she found herself moaning in pleasure instead; apparently, those horns were erogenous zones. Two could play at that game. She reached down and tickled his tail.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned and began to thrust harder. She sucked in response.

Suddenly, she felt his balls trembling. A huge burst of gooey cum spewed into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked as if her life depended on it, he thrust similarly. It tasted delicious! When she was finally done, she gasped for breath. Ellen climbed up onto his chest, "Oh god," She gulped down another mouthful of cum.

She climbed up and kissed him. Their new dragon faces should've made that impossible, but they found a way. Their tongues interlocked, battling for dominance. Despite Ellen's attitude, she felt so vulnerable and safe as Mark ran his new forked tongue over her brand-new carnivorous teeth. She shuddered and swung her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his Oh so briefly soft member.

He reached up and squeezed her boobs. Her fantastic blue boobs that didn't make any sense. They bounced and jiggled, staying firm despite their size and despite her incredible musculature. She played with his horns. He gripped her generous rear, squeezing her cheeks. Her eyes widened, and she pulled her tongue out of his mouth.

He grinned at her, ran his hands up to her hourglass waist, and forced her downwards. She resisted, but his grip was powerful and inexorable. He continued to grin as she oh-so-briefly whimpered. "I'm going to fill you up, " he rasped.

She squirmed in his grip but felt the head of his member against her snatch. His grip on her waist shifted as she tried to avoid it. "There is no escape," he breathed.

Slowly, he pushed the tip inside. "Oh..." She squeaked, "You won't, ah--"

"I will," he hissed, before sliding himself into her. They both moaned aloud, and he began to thrust gently up into her.

It was the amazing feeling she got at the start of a session, only somehow she was riding it like a surfboard. Her yelps of pleasure turned into a low moan. She reached down to take his waist, but suddenly, he grabbed her wrists. She looked up at him meekly and saw his sneering gaze.

He turned them over, his muscles mesmerizing his lover. His tail wrapped around her legs, and her wrists were pinned above her. She was well and truly trapped, her breasts thrust out as if in offering.

He pinned her wrists above her with an iron grip, though not so much that she couldn't escape if she needed to. She felt helpless and yet so delighted. Her breasts bounced up and down, unable to be restrained by anything but his free hand. He suckled her massive nipples as she squirmed and cried for release.

She cried out as her insides gave way, molding themselves to his shape. Her body was his, her filthy mind thought, he was reshaping her into his broodmare. She wanted to feel small under him, dominated. It was astounding he had the guts for it, but then again, she scared most guys.

"I'm not done yet." Before she could reply, she yelped as he turned her over on her belly. He pulled her wrists back, bringing her back against him. He pinned her hands behind her, between his stomach and her lower back. She could feel his throbbing member, but couldn't do anything about it. He leaned his head forward, resting it on her shoulder. He pawed at her boobs, then ran his hands down her front. "Mm, such a creamy color," He whispered. Her tail whipped and wrapped around him. He touched her belly button, which she still had for some reason.

She felt a shiver up her front as he touched her abdomen and her lower quadrants. She wriggled, her arms still pinned. "How are you so good at this?"

"How are you?" He asked, and she blushed.

"Just get into it." With that, he pushed her over and drove his penis into her.

She cried out in pleasure as a response. It was glorious. Impassioned. Brilliant. She felt him filling her up like he was her missing piece. She could feel every rib of his giant dragon dick. Her mighty dragoness insides responded in kind. They felt their waists joining together with every push.

Her entire eye-candy body sent ripples through the former human mind. She was so giant, so submissive, and it felt so good. He reached around and she said, "Eep!" Again. He was playing with her dragon clit.

She loved feeling small under him, she loved being pounded by him. Her shoulder-length blue and black hair bounced up and down. She felt his body pressed against her back as he palmed and jiggled her breasts. She threw her head back as he did, feeling his muscles vibrating, shifting, and stretching.

It was so intense, so powerful. She felt him getting revenge for how she treated him, pummeling her body with his tool. She worked her hips back against him. She couldn't believe these sensations, these feelings. She thought of so many things, her mind a blur. Her innards gripped him tightly, squeezing the head of his penis. Her ass rippled as she hammered into him. His flesh rumbled back and forth.

His balls churned against her jiggling ass. His member throbbed. It squeezed. Then it widened.

Instantly a fiery hot jet of semen sprayed into her vagina. Ellen's head shot up, and her eyes went wide. Mark thrust into her. Every shot was a towering inferno of heat and insemination, he filled up her womb with enough power to restart the sun. She felt herself swelling, felt her womb shifting against her other organs. "Aaah!" She finally cried out.

Mark was screaming too. He kept thrusting, moving, pushing, filling her up with so much cream she could barely stand it. It began to leak out. How much more could they take?

Finally, ultimately, it came to an end. Breathlessly, Ellen felt her stomach. There was almost a bit of a paunch there. That's impossible. She groaned and straightened up. Mark stood up, tattered, then fell over backward.

"Whoa, dude! You okay?" She asked. Then she toppled over onto his chest. Mark was snoring. His chest rose and fell. Ellen sighed with relief. She looked around. Bodily fluids were scattered all around. She was not cleaning this up in the morning.

She hauled Mark up and put him in the bed. Ellen joined him, despite the size difference. Almost immediately, she fell asleep too.

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The next morning, Mark rolled over. Ellen's magnificent dragon body was standing there in the daylight. She had a collection of clothes and was busy assessing them. She held a t-shirt to her front and tilted her head.

"Leaving so soon?" Mark asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"I have work," Ellen said. "I had to grab some clothes after somebody destroyed mine."

Mark frowned, then looked apologetic. The thought of Ellen walking down the corridor naked to her apartment made him much more aroused than he should have been. But he tossed the blanket over his erection. "Well, I don't know what to do about that, I'm sorry--" he stopped as he realized she was digging through his clothes too.

She brought out a T-shirt, a much larger shirt than he'd seen. Ellen raised an eyebrow. "Why do you even have this?" She asked.

"I didn't... things... must've tailored themselves to us." He frowned again, "Is that why...?"

She pulled on an Under Armor t-shirt. It clung tightly to her body, hugging her supple curves that made Mark's erection even harder. "Yeah, this stuff is tailored to me."

Mark blinked. "Wait! Won't anyone notice two dragons? What are we going to tell everyone?"

"Relax, dork." Ellen looked around, "I saw two dragons and a minotaur outside. Bro, I think whatever you did affected the entire world. And..." She held up one of his framed photos.

It was a framed one of his parents, but in their place stood two dragons, yellow and magenta colored. Mark took the photo and felt his headache. Ellen winced and held her head. He now saw two sets of memories, one with dragons and one with humans.

"I don't have work today..." He mumbled.

"Well then, have some dinner ready for us."

"Huh?"

She pulled on black shorts with a hole for her tail, "The least you can do after what happened," She said.

Mark blinked, "You're teasing me."

Ellen smirked and left. As soon as she shut the door, Mark painfully rolled off the bed. "Whoa...! One step at a time, buddy." He ran a hand through his punk hair and grinned predatorily.

He scrambled to the bathroom. He gripped his massive erection and began to jerk off.

He thought of this new woman in his life, this beautiful busty curvy triple threat smart terrifying seductive dragoness with a great ass and amazing tits who wanted to sleep with him. He thought about her bending over.

He tried to slow himself down. Normally he needed porn for this but his experience with a beautiful Amazonian dragoness had changed that. He gritted his teeth, feeling himself get larger.

A thought occurred to Mark; he had just banged his former bully into next weekend after turning her into some sort of furry wet dream. Now she was the girl of his dreams. And was apparently turned into the man of her dreams...

"Whoa...!"

Mark felt himself vibrate. He groaned as he came. A hail of white bolts arced out in his vision as he closed his eyes. Scorching hot cum sizzled through the air and splattered against the wall. He let out a breath of fire.

He opened his eyes to find his bathroom filled with steam, and his wall paneling covered in his juices. And a bit of scorching.

With how ready he felt, he'd have to go naked today. He looked down at himself. He felt his biceps. Not that he'd mind leaving this body bare. He was straight as an arrow, and he would bang him. Did dragons even wear clothes?

A titter and odd looks, when he took out the garbage, told him they at least wore them outside.

Mark didn't know where the comet or whatever it was came from. All he could deduce was that he and Ellen were seemingly the only ones to remember the real world.

He decided to mop up the cum he'd made. Mark got out the cleaning supplies and did so. Then he realized he needed to tidy up. A dragon's home was not a pigsty, as his mother used to say. Mark paused at that. Had they always said that?

As he cleaned up, He realized he would need to get a picture of his bully. For research purposes, obviously.

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Meanwhile, Ellen still wasn't used to her size or her... sex appeal. She jiggled with every motion, her hips, her butt, her boobs, her tail, everything seemed to move. She swept back her new punk blue and black hair into a ponytail, arranged symmetrically with her curving horns.

She went about her day as she usually did. She noticed that at her day job, there were quite a few mythical creatures as well as humans. She tried not to let it get to her. When she'd walked in, a new set of memories hit her, a world with dragons, gryphons, and all sorts of creatures from Dungeons and Dragons living along with humans. She did her best to behave normally according to them. It was surprisingly easy.

The sexy, seductive Amazonian dragoness moved through the office, drawing eyes with the sway of her hips, and every time she slightly leaned over. She even winked at a cute little female secretary. What was this magic doing to her? Was she pansexual now? I slept with Mark a dozen times, so that's saying something.  

Anyone who hit on her, though, would know not to mess with her again. A minotaur tried to chat her up, and she just kneed him in the balls.

Ellen visited the bathroom and took a long look at herself. She saw the blue dragoness in sportswear staring back at her. That hot-as-hell dragoness who... She rolled her eyes a bit as she felt her underwear getting damp. Then she frowned, an unusual expression on a dragon, but didn't seem alien. Ellen thought about her current proclivities. She didn't like weakness, yet she was in this body. That's not my fault! He did this to me! Yet... was it his fault? She claimed she didn't like weakness. Yet Mark had dominated her all night long. She'd banged her former bullying target into next month and let him pile-drive her. Taking another long look at herself in the mirror, she wondered... did she like being like this? Did she love it?

She looked down at herself. A dragoness wasn't weak. She was even stronger than she was before. What weakness did she mean, then?

With a lingering smirk at the secretary, she went home.

XXXXX

Ellen came back from work to find her boy toy already preparing dinner, wearing nothing but an apron. After checking out his ass, she hung up her coat. Then she went to the bedroom and stripped down naked. She felt a little shudder not entirely due to her new body shape, and exited into the main room.

He turned to see her seated at the table, smirking with her breasts out and completely naked. Immediately, his massive erection tented the apron. Mark grinned nervously, then with his inexplicably suave voice, "Twenty minutes, think you can be quick?"

He quickly stuffed the chicken into the oven and yanked off his apron. He pretended to casually flex. She bit her lip at the sight of it and walked up to her. "Maybe just a blowjob."

Her tail swished in excitement, and she dropped to her knees. She marveled again at the size and strength of his member. She found his penis already erect. Ellen lifted it and put it between her breasts. "Oh, if you..." He sighed, and she felt his balls churning.

She smirked and opened her mouth. She let it slide in over her tongue. She was deepthroating his cock already. Her hand went between her legs, already quite moist. She could breathe easily; she didn't know why and didn't care about anything beyond getting off.

"Ellen, I'm gonna--"

She moaned as he came in her mouth. It went down her throat into her stomach. She could feel the white-hot cum boiling in her new organs.

He licked her and suckled her new draconic clit. She moaned, feeling his dragon tongue on her, crawling inside her. She squirted across his face. "Delicious!" His scales turned pink.

"I know, right?"

"Maybe... instead of lunch... you can eat something else."

"That's gross, dude."

A few minutes later, they sat down and ate. They talked about the slightly altered world they found.

They put their dishes in the dishwasher. Mark's hands brushed against hers, and they straightened up. They took in one another's new bodies, these new forms they had. This massive, bulky, punk gym body and her also-massive-but-still-shorter sexy Amazonian body. Her body mesmerized him. As much confidence as he'd gained, he was still so meek in other ways. And Ellen was still so dominant in others. She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his muscles. She felt his pecs, noting how his arms didn't want to go completely parallel because of how much muscle he had. He reached out and felt her arms as well.

Ellen put her hand on her hip and pointed it out to the side. "So?"

He rushed her, bundling her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. They made out furiously, kissing and practically drooling over one another.

Mark pushed her back on the bed and straddled her. He moved up to sit on her chest. His massive cock went between her breasts. They moved them together, groaning with exertion. She felt his balls churning, and almost too quickly he exploded.

Ellen cried as white-hot dragon batter splattered all over her. Her upper body was covered in semen.

Mark caught his breath, then leaned forward. He licked her breasts, consuming his own seed, and making her whimper and giggle at the same time.

Then Mark grabbed her wrists. She furrowed her brow. With some effort, he moved her arms above her head. He shook his head at her, and she grinned. Behind him, he nudged her nude legs together with his tail. She moaned in anticipation as he ran his free hand down her nude form. Then her eyes widened, and she squirmed. He maneuvered his tail down to wrap around her ankles, and by the time she noticed, it was too late. He gripped her wrists and tail and pulled. She moaned as he drew her taut, leaving her powerless and exposed under this great hunk. "Oh my god..."

Mark reached down and felt her vagina. He smirked and played with her clit, then opened her lower lips. Then, he slowly guided himself to her, sitting on the threshold of her insides. "Ready?" He breathed.

She writhed, "Just put it in...!"

He pinned down both hands this time and drove into her. Ellen's back lifted up and down again with the first thrust. She felt so filled on the second and even more so on the third. On and on he went. She was getting utterly railed. She felt him so deep inside her, deeper than he'd ever been.

Breathless with delight, she stuck out her tongue. He shot forward. They wrapped around one another, and her tongue was restrained. Her entire body was restrained at his whim.

"Mmph!" Ellen shouted around his tongue.

"Mmm!" He hissed into her mouth. He pulled out his cock, feeling his massive cock sliding out of her snatch, then drove it inside.

She recoiled her pelvis back, he slid entirely inside her. He did it again, and again. They were perfectly in tune, one whole entity, joined at the hip. He drove into her, making her pay for every insult and jeer she threw his way, making the mighty former bully feel small and meek. The sight of a dragoness so humbled made his erection even harder and drove Mark harder. His new dragon instincts drove him to mate, to dominate, to show he was alpha.

She was restrained, tightly bound under his grip. She could do nothing but squirm. Even her head couldn't move. All she could do was scream wordlessly into his open jaws. Her breasts bounced, her voluptuous body jiggled, everything about her was meant to titillate and to appeal, nothing but a mate beneath his weight. And appropriately, he filled her with baby batter. It was churning, roiling, filled with heat. She moaned and squirted around him, as he growled and hissed. Her stomach was filled with white-hot goo, gallons and gallons of it.

Ellen panted. They came apart. She felt her stomach. She arched one eyebrow. Had her stomach...? She was suddenly flipped onto her chest. "Wha--"

"I must conquer all of you." He hissed, that deep and sensual voice made her melt inside.

Her new lizard eyes shot open. His massive cock was rubbing against her ass. Her hands shot out in front of her. "Huh?"

"All of you," He repeated. He lifted her tail.

"No wait, I haven't had anything-- EEP!" his cock thrust.

Instantly, the inside of her backside was filled with dragon meat. She arced backward as he pushed into her anal passage. "Oh, god...!" It fit as if she had been made for it. Ellen beat her elbows against the bed, "Of course, it's made for it!"

He leaned down, "Of course, we're made for sex, remember?"

Ellen nodded rapidly. Mark grinned and straightened up. He held the small of her back, running his hand up and down her tail. His other hand gripped her hips.

Ellen beat her fists against the bed. "Rrr...!" She tensed and squeezed, and felt Mark's cock caught in her like a vice. He began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first.

"Didn't think it would be this way?" That macho voice asked.

"Why didn't anyone tell me this felt so good?!" She demanded.

His hips sped up, "Well now..."

Her tail slapped against his chest. Her toes curled like they were stuck that way. He slammed into her like a reciprocating machine, working his legs forward. Ellen couldn't stand it, couldn't bear how good it felt. "Oh god... oh god..."

"Here it comes!" Mark said suddenly.

Ellen looked back, then screamed. The other side of her was filled with cream. Her vagina squirted across his lower legs while he filled her up. Not a single drop got free, even as their sweat and juices left a stain on the sheets.

"Best... ass... ever..." Mark grunted as he slid out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.

Ellen rolled over, and put a hand on her belly, feeling the lump sum, the largest quantity of cum yet inside her. "Ooh..."

Mark looked at her. Ellen looked back. They smiled at one another, a warm and genuine smile that they were positive would not lead to anything more.