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!"
