Becoming a Dragon Maid

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Zeydaan took a breath, opening the bottle to set off the transformation trigger. A pink mist flowed from it, sweeping up and around the hybrid anthro, who could be said to be a fey wolf dragon most easily, though the wings took them away from their wolf-ish heritage. With grey fur and black hair, they could pass as a wolf most of the time, shifting between forms and letting their fey wings out to play when it suited them.

Yet they didn't think they'd need those wings anymore as they put the bottle back down again with shaking paws. Zeydaan's fingers twitched, though a warm glow seeped through them as they fumbled with the cork stopper to the bottle, but they couldn't quite get it back in. Not that it mattered, at least for the time being, even if they didn't intend for things to be the same anymore.

Even a hybrid like them, after all, needed a change eventually. And Zeydaan was more than ready to see that their change was permanent.

"Ohhh..."

They grunted lightly, bracing themselves with their hind paws slightly apart as heat simmered through their veins. Invisible fingers spread through their entire body as they shuddered, their wings trying to come out, though they didn't pay them much mind in the moment. Their neat sheath was tucked away in the fluff of their crotch, along with their balls, but the tip of their cock protruded faintly.

It knew what was coming.

"This is going to be..." Zeydaan huffed, extending their fingers and then curling them into a fist, testing their delicate control. "Very... Very different."

Yet their heart surged, even though they didn't see much point in speaking aloud when that would not be required for all that much longer. They had so few words left to them and Zeydaan threw them away, closing their mouth as they panted heavily through their nostrils, flaring to drag in air that they very much still needed.

So, they groaned, while their body became ever so slightly stiffer. Of course, they were entirely nude, but there was no reason for them to be clothed in the privacy of their own, simple bedroom with their collections displayed up on the wall shelving. Yet they didn't need to focus on that, giving up earthly means and endeavours, things that furries focused on -- but that they wanted to cast aside.

"Yesssss..."

Zeydaan hissed lightly as they straightened their back, the semblance of their wings flitting away, so they couldn't get them out anymore. Their shaft rose eagerly, although they couldn't get their fingers to it, their arms moving slowly, as if their range of motion had already been restricted.

Their fur did not sift off them in a puff of hair as they had expected, though transformation was a game of chance most of the time. No one who set off a transformation trigger would ever quite know what was coming to them, but Zeydaan knew the generals of why their body was becoming more restrictive and tighter around their form.

Like rubber... A rubber dragon maid.

As their fur flattened to their body, turning black and shiny, they groaned and let their head roll back a little, though there was only a soft, pulling sensation as their muzzle shifted shape. It fattened and thickened into a gentle curve, for they didn't need to be a big, fearsome dragon. The round of their shoulders eased, becoming more feminine -- although the wolf-dragon was not going to be entirely female either.

In the end, Zeydaan would be a bit of both. But their chest rose, swelling as if water was pooling heavily into their new breasts. Their nipples perked up, showing more obviously now that their fur had turned completely into a slick, tough coat of rubber all over their body instead of skin. With great difficulty, they raised their right paw very slowly to press their fingers over one of their growing breasts, the nip and tuck of their waist drawing in increasingly.

As their body shifted into a curvaceous, slightly exaggerated, hourglass shape, they exhaled, shivering as they allowed the changes to happen. Everything was reversible still, at that point, but the act of orgasm, their cock achingly hard, would seal the deal. That was probably why so many anthros got stuck in rubber suit transformations, but, well, maybe they were in a better place with fewer worries in their life. It was what Zeydaan was going for, after all.

Their fingers still moved and their joints bent a little more easily as the rubber skin settled into them. It drew their attention to the lengthening of their spine as their tail stretched, thickening into a more draconian tail, though it was the kind of tail that was only ever supposed to be used for pleasure. A regular dragon anthro would have been easily able to curl their tail to hold and grip, although the only part of their tail that possessed that level of dexterity was the tip. That would serve Zeydaan well in serving a partner after their transformation was complete.

They dug their fingers into their transforming breasts as they inflated larger and larger, the rubber of them catching at their fingers with a dose of friction that caught them off guard. Their nipples fattened up and they traced the tip of a finger around them, intrigued by how they had to think a little more to demonstrate that finer level of control. Yet Zeydaan's nipples were so much more sensitive too than they had been before and they pressed in on them gently, fascinated by the electric zing of pleasure that shot through them and how they pushed back into their body. It was only briefly, however, as their rubber skin popped them right back out again the moment they relieved the pressure.

Zeydaan's fingers still retained their short claws, even if they were rubber, and the tips rounded, becoming soft and pliable. It didn't hurt them in the slightest for them to be bent, even if it gave them a strange sense of pressure.

Yet that wasn't what Zeydaan wanted to focus on, oh no. As they transformed, pleasure swept through them, rolling into their glutes as they thrust lightly, although their hips only worked back and forth a few inches.

Need was there and Zeydaan had to pay it due mind, their cock hard and throbbing as they lightly brushed the backs of their fingers against it. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip, but, in that moment, it was as if even the viscous fluid in their body had become more rubber-like in its presentation. For it clung there as a perfect droplet, as if they had been turned into an erotic statue that could still, in some way, move and act the part.

"Ohhhhh..."

Their lips parted as their tongue slimmed down, losing its flatness and gaining a lightly forked tip, even though that was not something they had expected. They tried to control it as they licked around their softening teeth, becoming like their claws and useless for chewing food -- although they wouldn't at all mind having to take a liquid diet from then on. With their shaft throbbing, they tried to stroke around their nuts and caught themselves whining more plaintively than ever. Yet they were so sensitive they couldn't bear putting more than the barest amount of pressure on them as their hips rocked more fervently.

Need sank into them: the need to be, the need to please. Oh, why wasn't there someone there they could get down on their knees for to please? For transformation was not only about the body but concerned the mind too, even if that was something Zeydaan had missed.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore as they regained enough control over their body to grasp their cock, even if it was something of a clumsy motion. Working their paw up and down, they smeared that perfect bead of pre-cum over the head with their thumb, using it as a form of lubrication. Panting heavily, they shuddered, tipping forward as their shoulder blades ached and a new set of wings pushed out, although those rubber wings would only be for show.

"Mmmmmm..."

They moaned, for they couldn't get their tongue around any more words as they humped and ground, thrusting like a creature possessed into their own paw. It was good, too good, and the rest of their life raced away from them, changing the course of Zeydaan's reality forevermore.

Their tail lengthened to a rounded tip, swinging lightly back and forth, though it preferred to hold its shape: hanging down with a light curve in it so the tip pointed up. They didn't care, working their hand up and down, tongue dangling out of their mouth as their new slits of nostrils flared and puckered.

Losing themselves, they ached to be found. Their entire body tingled with sensation and they watched the vague edge of their reflection in the bedroom on top of their chest of drawers, though it was without their mind actually registering what they were seeing. All Zeydaan caught was a glimpse of an erotic, black, rubber shape, the slick draw of rubber horns pushing out of their skull to complete the last parts of their transformation barely a passing thought.

They knew it would all be over if they pushed things too far, if they let everything go into orgasm... But Zeydaan needed that too. They needed to lust and they needed to be used, nothing more than a busty, rubber dragon maid soon... Yet Zeydaan would need the outfit for that -- and that would come in time as they whined, lust lurching in their groin.

Finally, another hole pushed in between their thighs, behind their rubber balls, as they humped and groaned, letting it all happen. It was all so quick and they'd barely even had a chance to enjoy themselves, but a dragon maid needed to be designed to please, after all. Their free paw grazed their new hole, but they weren't in their right mind enough to understand whether it was just a hole, like in a latex sex doll, or an actual pussy.

Did it matter? They were both, their cock throbbing as they thrust into their hand, furiously jerking themselves off with no care for the consequences. On the contrary, they raced towards it hungrily, their tongue slapping the outside of their muzzle, considering only all the ways they could serve as their legs quivered.

Orgasm roared through them and they howled as long, hot jets of cum spurted from them. It was as if their seed was a part of the transformation too as it arced from them, splattering the ground as Zeydaan's pupils enlarged slightly. In orgasm, their personality slipped away, losing their sense of self and stepping into a new way of being, hungrily grunting and groaning, wanting more.

Only to please. Only to serve. Only to be a dragon maid slut who was there for everyone to use.

What more could they ever have wanted?

As their orgasm softened, tapering off, their shaft retreated back into their body, giving them the appearance of being smooth and purely female. Their balls also sucked back up and they whined, wiggling their hips anxiously as they disappeared. Yet the thrumming tremble of desire remained, coursing through them, and they panted with their maw hanging open, already looking for someone to use them.

Please... Just take me, any way... They thought, though their thoughts came slowly. Use me... I need... I need...

You.

They didn't know who that "you" was, but they needed to serve them, to be obedient to them, their little rubber dragon whore. Zeydaan groaned and rubbed over their crotch, yet their shaft, of course, would not come out to play.

An owner, of course, could still unleash their cock if they wanted -- but Zeydaan would never again be able to see their shaft unless someone else allowed it. Locked in their changes, never quite knowing what was to come next in their life, they were exactly where they wanted to be.

Eager to please, they whined and dropped to their knees, pawing at their crotch where their shaft had been, though there was only a pussy-like hole between their legs left. Zeydaan licked around their muzzle, a dark, rubber tongue simpering out and swiping against the side of their snout.

As a rubber dragon maid, their breasts shivering lightly with every breath they took, their life would never again be the same.

Just the way Zeydaan wanted.