Isica
By
Divigon ( Divigon@furry.org.au )
This story contains
scenes of bondage, forced transformation,
female/male/hermaphrodite
sex between reptiles, and numerous other adult concepts.
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I stared at myself
in the mirror, running a paw over my lightly oiled
scales. I looked
pretty good, even if I did so say myself and
tonight I felt
lucky. I had been invited to Isica's lair for the
evening. She was a
little vague on who would be there, or even what
was going to
happen, but it was that time of year and one could
always dream.
Oh, I forget
myself. Greetings, I am Jerif. Well, at least that is
what the few humans
who know me call me. They also call me a dragon
and I have to agree
with them, although that term seems a little
archaic, it
probably suits me best. I am only in my second century,
still pretty young
and they tell me my blood should just be flowing.
The seasons are
right and I'm ready for my first flight if you know
what I mean.
Oh, come on, you
have to know what I am talking about. You know,
where hatchlings
come from. Honestly, the mammals of today have no
idea. The secret is
this will not be my first flight. There was
this dragoness a
few seasons back... She stopped by and, well... you
know. Its a little
embarrassing really. That is why I was so
enthusiastic about
Isica's invitation. I thought she had been
looking at me carefully
for a few years, I know I had been thinking
about her.
Anyway, I wandered
to the edge of my cave, spread my wings and
launched off into
space. I always loved flying. The feel of the
wind pulling at my
wings, my tail streaming out behind me, my
nicitating membrane
sliding out to protect my eyes. Some of the
human mammals have
conducted their tests and say its impossible for
us to fly. We
buzzed their laboratory when they told us.
In time I arrived
at her lair. I had to admit, it was a great place.
Some abandoned ruin
on the edge of a cliff. I landed in the old
courtyard and
strode towards the nearest opening, my talons clipping
against the stones.
Ducking my head slightly I entered the open door
and made my way
towards the fire.
Warming myself
beside it, I wondered where Isica was. I heard a
rustle behind me.
"Jerif,"
said a familiar voice behind me.
I turned.
"Isica,"
I said with a smile. "So nice to see you."
Ever time I saw her
a rush of blood raced through my body. Like most
females, she was
slightly taller that me, but more slender and
graceful looking.
She was what the humans called a red dragon. A
deep ruby shade on
her back and wings, fading to an almost burnt
orange on her front
scales. Her horns were a delightful ivory colour
and arched behind
her, almost brushing her neatly folded wings.
Leaning down she
picked up a mug and offered to me.
"Drink?"
she invited.
"Thank
you," I said accepting her gift and quickly swallowed most of
the warm liquid. It
was a curious flavour, very herbal in both taste
and smell.
"What is
it?" I enquired.
"Just
something to make you relax," she replied.
"Me
relasss..." I stuttered, but forked tongue seeming to get in the
way. "Whasss
thssss."
Then everything
faded to black and I gracefully fell to the floor.
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I'm not sure how
long it was to I awoke, I sort of faded into
existence.
"Ahhh, he's
awake," said Isica's voice from somewhere far away.
I opened my eyes
and tried to focus on her, but something was wrong.
In fact, everything
was wrong.
Slowly my brain
caught up with the rest of my body and I discovered I
was unable to move.
A few experimental tugs later and I realised I
was tied up. Not
just a little tied up, but seriously tied up. I
could barely move
at all.
My horns were
fastened behind me, holding my head down. Each wing
was also spread out
and tied as well. My arms were also both
fastened along my
wings. Unlike my upper body, my legs seemed to be
somehow hoisted
slightly above me, while my tail was held down. With
a twinge of
embarrassment, I realised this left me feeling incredibly
vulnerable and
exposed.
"Wha?" I
tried to say, but that part of my brain had not recovered.
I felt a talon
caress my scales.
"Oh, don't
worry Jerif," said Isica from above. "I'm going to take
care of everything.
I just want to run a few experiments, then you
can go free... If
you want to."
There was a hint of
laughter in her voice as I struggled against the
bonds.
I heard a third
creature enter the room. I only caught a glimpse
from the corner of
my eye, but it looked like another dragon. Then I
felt Isica's paw
begin to caress the inside of my leg. I must admit,
it felt pleasant,
but not exactly what I desired at this point in
time.
Suddenly I felt
something rest against my rear opening and let out a
meep of surprise.
It felt small and had me confused for a moment,
then it began to
push inside of me. Naturally I fought it, clenching
myself shut,
pushing back against it, but it was no good. It made
its way inside me
and I felt a warm sensation spreading inside me.
"Wha?" I
tried to say again, only to feel something slick being
rubbed around my
clenched muscle.
"Don't
worry," said Isica. "Its just something to make things
easier."
Make things easier!
What the hell was she talking about.
I felt the tube
removed and something else began to probe in its
place. It was much
larger than the tube, but smooth and obviously
well lubricated.
Whoever was wielding it was an expert. With a
groan I felt it
sink deep within me, painfully pushing me open. My
spincter seemed to
close around a notch within it and the pain
subsided, leaving
me uncomfortably full.
Then it began to vibrate.
Only slightly, lightly, but insistently
shaking my insides,
rubbing against parts of me I did not even know
existed. Slowly I
felt my body beginning to react, my maleness
beginning to slide
from its sheath. As soon as it began to emerge,
Isica sank herself
onto it, lavishing herself on its growing length.
Before I loose
myself too much, I will give you a quick lesson in
dragon anatomy. I
am what humans call a blue dragon, Isica is a red
dragon. At first
glance there is not too much of a difference
between us, she is
a rusty red colour and I am more attractive sky
blue. According to
the humans, my ancestors were aquatic, hence my
colouring, light on
my underside and darker on my back. That also
explains my ridge
of dorsal spines and webbing between my talons.
However one
interesting quirk left over from my aquatic times is my,
ummm, well, lets be
frank, my reproductive system.
First off, my
testicles are hidden away inside me, when females strap
me down and splay
my legs as Isica had done, it is possible to see
their bulges under
my scales, but usually, there is no sign of them.
Most of the time my
penis is hidden away in a slit shaped sheath.
When I begin to get
aroused, it extends, sliding from between lips
which also swell. I
have been told that arrangement is similar to a
dolphin's, but I
have never compared notes. One thing which I know
is unique to my
species is the shape and behaviour of my penis.
Just about every
male needs to be erect to fertilise a female, my
species not only
needs to be erect, but held in a specialised grip,
which can only be
provided by female dragons. This has resulted in a
perverse array of
rubber and leather contraptions which can be found
under most male
blue dragon's beds. Luckily for us however, we also
possess some other,
shall I say functions which make us more
attractive to
prospective mates.
Probably the main
point I should mention here is the fact our penis
is not the
"typical" penis shape. For example, my own member is
about ten inches
long with an overly large head on it. Protruding
down from the
"neck" of my head towards my body are numerous fleshy
spines. As I grow
more excited, these extend with the rest of my
penis, creating a
series of barbs to anchor myself to my female. As
we couple, she
finds herself able to push down, but unable to pull
away until after I
climax. My shaft is also not smooth, it has a
series of tapered
ridges on it, again allowing me to push into the
female, but
providing significant resistance to being removed. There
are also numerous
bumps which caress the internals of females in
exquisite ways, or
so I am told. Everything is geared towards
anchoring the
female to you, very effective underwater apparently.
This leads me back
to where I was. Isica had just begun to wraps her
tongue around my
shaft, I was already almost completely erect and a
drool of precum was
beginning to ooze from my tip. Her smooth, soft
paws wrapped
themselves around my base gently massaging my ridges
while her tongue
lapped at my spines. I had given up wondering why
she had me tied up,
instead I found myself moaning in pleasure each
time explored a new
tine.
I felt the pleasure
with me beginning to build and my barbs began to
extend themselves.
Groaning I blindly thrust my hips against my bonds
while Isica's sharp
teeth nibbled very gently against the top of my
head.
At that moment
Isica abruptly removed herself. I let out a mixed
groan of both
pleasure and frustration.
Her head moved into
my field of vision again.
"I have been
told," she said with her mischievous grin. "That you
are unable to cum
unless assisted. It looks like we shall be putting
that to the
test."
I heard some more
shuffling in the room and suddenly a blindfold was
placed over my
eyes. I wanted to call out, to protest, but my
throbbing cock took
it as some kind of perverse game and released
another dribble of
pre.
I sensed something
moving over me and strained against my chains.
Then my nose caught
the faintest of smells. My nostrils flared and I
suddenly became
aware of body heat just above me. I had no control
over my own body as
my tongue forked out. It met with smooth scales.
Small smooth
scales. Tentatively it explored, finding a slight
crevice I pushed
inwards. It was greeted by a hiss of pleasure from
Isica.
I was right. She
was on top of me. My tongue began to slowly
explore her steamy
depths. At first I was too distracted by my
painfully erect member,
the hormones raging through my body guiding
me too much on
instinct as opposed to conscious thought. In the
beginning I blindly
licked, stroking myself in and out, mimicking
what I would prefer
other parts of my anatomy to be doing. Slowly my
body adjusted to
the level of hormones and I became aware of Isica
clenching my head
with her thighs, moaning. I was still drooling
precum and
desperate for release so I began playing her game.
Splitting my tongue
I wrapped each of my sides around her swollen
clit, gently
twisting and tugging at it. The effect was
instantaneous, her
entire body shook and with a scream she came,
globules of her
juices cascading into my waiting mouth. Eagerly I
swallowed and
licked, searching for more.
I was rewarded
twice more before her now trembling body was removed
from mine. By this
stage I was desperate for release, my face was
covered in her
juices and my belly was covered in my own. I could
feel myself
throbbing with every heartbeat, my clear liquid flowing
freely.
It took a moment
for Isica to compose herself before I heard her
speak. One of her
talons traced down my cock as my blindfold was
removed. I shivered
uncontrollably.
"You are
probably wondering why I have trussed you up like this," she
said seductively,
with just a hint of a tremble in her voice.
I nodded, silently
praying she would soon finished the job she
started a while
ago. She gestured to a mirror which had been
positioned above my
head. It was tilted so I could see clearly
between my legs. In
it, I could see my throbbing member, purple,
just begging for
release. Her talon reached my base and continued
towards my ass.
Often I had caressed myself there and at the moment,
it felt extremely
pleasant.
"I was doing
some reading on your species," she continued. "Did you
know that your sex
was determined just a short time after you were
laid? By the
temperature of all things. A few degrees these way and
you have such
wonderful assets."
She gave my shaft
another light squeeze.
"A few degrees
the other way and you end up in a similar condition to
myself."
She reached down
and ran a finger up a trail of juice which was
running down her
leg, holding it out for me to lick, which I did so,
almost
unconsciously.
"Another
interesting thing I discovered," she said in a seductive
tone. "Is that
you actually retain some traits of your aquatic
ancestry. If there
are too many females in an area, your body will
adapt, becoming
female itself."
Her talons resumed
her incessant stroking of my scales between my
legs.
"Fascinating
isn't it," she grinned. "Apparently, you have the
equipment hiding
away, it just needs a chance to 'come out' as it
were."
My overloaded brain
slowly processed what she was saying.
"You ... mean...?"
I managed to stammer.
She pressed a
little harder and I felt a thrill pass through me.
"Thats
right," she murmured. "Any time soon, I expect things to
happen. Your body
has been over sexed, even I can see you are
begging for
release, soon, it will happen, soon..."
She resumed her
gentle massaging of my sensitive region. What she
said did ring a few
very dim, bells, but it could not happen... could
it?
I had my eyes
closed, lavishing in the sensations when I heard her
let out a gasp.
Opening my eyes I looked at the mirror and let out a
gasp myself.
Before me, my cock
still stood proud, drooling its now steady stream
of pre as it
impatiently waited for release. Lower down was my ass,
the base of the
vibrator still visible. In between should have been
pale blue scales,
but there was not. Instead a fine vertical line
was visible, my
flesh on each side of the line swollen a deep red
colour.
Tentatively Isica
slid a finger into the slit and I let out a groan.
My pleasure ridden
body almost unable to take anymore. She removed
her talon, leaned
forward and slid her tongue in slowly. I let out a
moan, rattled my
chains and begged for release. She ignored me and
continued to
explore.
One of her hands
wrapped around my shaft, the other around the dildo
in my ass while her
tongue gently probed. I shivered in delight, my
body straining at
the chains as she probed deeper and further into my
virgin depths. Then
slowly, so very slowly, she slid her tongue out,
just brushing over
my newly discovered clit, before straddling my
body once more.
She looked up and
gestured for someone to come forward. Into my
blurred vision
strode a magnificent green drake. I was surprised to
find myself thinking
in such terms, but at the moment I was only
concerned with that
lay a few inches above my throbbing cock and the
drake's own erect
member.
The drake carefully
climbed behind Isica and I felt a warmth resting
against my
sensitive lips. Isica twisted her head around and kissed
the male behind
her.
"Be kind to
hir," she said. "Its hir first time."
He nodded and began
to push into me. Green's are not at unique as
Blue's, but he was
still impressively proportioned and he felt like
he was ripping me in
two. He just seemed to go deeper and deeper.
Some part of my
brain was repulsed at him violating me like that, I
was a drake myself,
but the rest of me did not care. I wanted, no
needed, him deep
within me.
At the same time,
Isica began to sink down my shaft. I was fully
flared from all the
attention and she had to squirm to accommodate
me, sliding down in
a series of exquisite bumps as she enveloped my
ridges. Isica
leaned forward to kiss me, but my tongue lolled out of
my mouth as I
groaned from pure pleasure, unable to respond.
The drake began
stroking his tapered rod in and out of my virgin
pussy as newly
found muscles clenched at him, trying to pull him in
deeper and milk him
for all his delightful seed. At the same time,
Isica's slick sides
performed similar actions on my own cock,
massaging all the
right points and I quickly found myself on the edge
of the precipice I
had been searching for.
With a scream of
triumph, my cock began to spasm deep inside Isica,
my sides clenching
down on the drake's own cock, demanding it
surrender itself
too. My tines spread, clenching at Isica's sides,
passing her over
the edge for the forth time that evening as her own
juices mingled with
my own scorching seed and ran down my shaft.
This must have
triggered the drake for he too let out a groan and I
felt his rod begin
to tremble. My walls clutched at his cock,
caressing it,
feeling his seed travel up, then gush deep within me,
filling me with a
satisfied warmth.
That triggered a second
release from my cock, which caused Isica to
almost pass out
from the pleasure within her. In turn, my milking
efforts were
rewarded by a second load from the drake who collapsed
on top of us both
and all three of us lay there exhausted.
Alas, all good
things must come to an end and eventually I softened
enough to let Isica
remove herself as the drake extracted himself.
Before Isica
released me, she presented me with one of her favourite
dildos, its in the
shape of a blue dragon cock and I must admit, it
feels exquisite.
We still get
together on a regular basis, the three of us. Plus
there are a few
more who join us occasionally. If you are ever in
the neighbourhood,
stop by and I'll give you a few lesson in dragon
anatomy...