Penthouse TF Party
Originally posted on FA on: May 11, 2021
The first ever story I wrote for Amborah and more or less how we met! In terms of working together, obviously the story is pure fiction.
Edited by Hazel
CW: Pregnancy, Egg laying, Fantasy drink spiking, Questionable consent, Mental changes due to implied internal acceptance
Penthouse TF Party
Blake felt the cool air of the hotel lobby rush over him, bringing with it a wave of weariness. The many hours of jet lag which had accumulated during his long flight across the Pacific Ocean had finally caught up with him, wearing away the last of his excited adrenaline. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t waste a single day of his American vacation, but surely a single night (and possibly a long morning) of sleeping in would not hurt much?
“Oh he’s cute!” Blake’s ears perked up as a pretty voice drifted to him from across the lobby. Turning his head slightly he noticed a very attractive young woman with long, black hair and startlingly blue eyes looking in his direction. She leaned into a man only slightly taller than her and who looked familiar enough to be her brother and whispered something into his ear. The man glanced towards Blake and smiled faintly.
“I’ll ask him.” The man spoke in a voice just loud enough for Blake to hear, then turned fully and raised a hand to wave at him. “Hello there sir!”
“Sir?” Blake glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to see someone standing behind him. “I’m not even thirty, ‘sir’ seems kind of formal…” But no one was anywhere nearby, and when Blake looked back to the man, he had almost fully crossed the distance between them. His steady blue gaze made it impossible to mistake who he was addressing this time.
“Excuse me sir, I don’t mean to come off as too forward, but are you free this evening?” The man reached Blake and thrust out a hand. Reflexively Blake took it and felt the man’s tight grip and quick shake. “My name is Drake Rossa, it's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Rossa? Like the hotel?” Blake asked, his mind trying to process the unexpectedly aggressive greeting. “It's nice to meet you, uh, you have a lovely hotel?”
The man’s smile broadened as he reached out to pat Blake’s shoulder with his free hand, the other not releasing its grip. “Thank you - it’s my father’s building really, it's still kind of you to say.” He tilted his head slightly. “My, do I detect a touch of an accent about you? Are you a vacationer?”
“Oh yes, I am.” Blake nodded, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable in the man’s intense presence. “Just flew in from Sydney via Honolulu.”
“An Aussie, huh?” The man laughed. “Come to throw another shrimp on the barby, eh?”
“Uh, ya, sure.” Blake tugged on his hand, freeing it from the American’s vice-like grip. “So you know, long flight, I should be-”
“Freshening up?” The man patted Blake on the back, hard enough to make him stagger slightly as he was directed towards the elevator. “An excellent idea - though don’t mind the bags, I’ll have the staff bring them up for you. Meanwhile, why don’t you get something nice on and join us up at the penthouse suite? My sister and I were just planning a little party and trust me,” He leaned in and winked. “She’d LOVE to see you there!”
Blake glanced back to the woman he had first seen and blushed a little as she gave him a suggestive wink. “Oh well, I was just thinking I should rest up a little…”
“Oh please, it would mean the world to her if you made an appearance!” The man begged, wrapping an arm around Blake’s shoulders. “I swear, she’s been staring ever since you walked in the doors and it would break her heart if you didn’t pop in. Tell you what?” He shook Blake slightly. “You pop in, have a drink, say hi, see how you feel and I’ll cover your stay! The whole thing, however long you're here! How’s that for a deal?”
“Seriously?” Blake’s eyes widened. “I mean that’s A LOT of money!”
“Bruce, baby, we own this place!” The man laughed. “It's the least I can do for such an accommodating guy!”
“Thank you!” Blake beamed. “Though it's Blake, just for the record.”
“Blake?” The man laughed again. “Oh look at that, Drake and Blake! What is this, fate or something?” He released Blake at last and waved him off towards the elevator. “Now get on and get ready, I’ll see you tonight at eight, plenty of time to take a nap and get yourself looking presentable!”
Still reeling from the unexpected invitation, Blake did as he was told, leaning back against the elevator’s far wall as the doors closed.
“Well…” he muttered to himself, pushing his hair from his face with a weary smile. “I guess I did promise myself I’d make the most of this trip…”
A few hours later, showered, rested, and wearing a fresh pair of clothes, Blake was starting to feel genuinely excited for the party. Sure, it had been a bit of a shock at first and yes, that Drake guy had been more than a little obnoxious, but with the money he was saving thanks to him, he could afford to be a little forgiving. Besides, the way that raven haired beauty with the baby blue eyes had been winking at him… Well, if he did stick around for more than the promised drink, he doubted the company would be much to complain about.
These thoughts buoyed Blake’s spirits as he rode the elevator to the top floor, rising ever higher as he found himself stepping out into a lavishly furnished hall leading to the penthouse suite. Walking past marble draconic busts and murals of Drake, his sister, and their parents, Blake stepped up to the mahogany doors and with a deep breath, pressed forward into the grand room, dimly lit and… Surprisingly light on guests.
Where Blake had anticipated a lively party scene, he instead found a group of around five or six slightly-disheveled looking hotel guests along with an equal number of more fittingly attired socialites. Drake and his sister were there as well, and they along with their richer friends seemed to be having a blast, dancing to the music and excitedly talking to one another, but a half dozen excitable yuppies hardly a party make.
Blake was beginning to have second thoughts about the night, but before he could resolve to leave, Drake noticed his arrival and just as he had in the lobby, began to make a beeline for the uncomfortable Australian. “Blake, baby, so good to see you here!”
Blake raised a hand and waved, feeling less than enthused. “Hi Drake, ya just thought I’d… Pop in and say ‘hi’ like I said I would.” He looked past the man to his sister, but unlike before, she seemed utterly disinterested in his presence. “Your sister looks nice tonight.”
“Oh, don’t mind her!” Drake rolled his eyes. “She’s just shy is all, give her a little bit to warm up and she’ll come around.”
“Are you sure?” Blake asked as the woman in question locked eyes with one of the other awkward looking hotel guests and began to lick her lips in a highly provocative manner. “She seems pretty ‘warmed up’ already.”
“Oh that?” Drake waved his hand. “She’s just a big flirt, look trust me, have a drink, stick around and your luck is going to turn right around, my friend. Believe me, I’d not bring you here if I wasn’t SURE you were going to get lucky tonight!”
“Thanks?” Blake glanced to Drake, growing slightly suspicious of the man’s proximity and overly friendly attitude. “Though just for the record, I’m straight.”
Rather than being offended Drake’s smile just grew further. “Small world, so am I. Now how about that drink?”
“Alright.” Blake shrugged. If he was going to be stuck at this party with a girl who didn’t want to sleep with him and a guy who seemed uncomfortably like he might, then he figured he might as well at least get a decent buzz out of it.
Blake allowed himself to be led to the refreshments table where Drake poured him a glass of sparkling red punch, the sweet smell of fruit all but masked by the thick aroma of strong alcohol. “An old family recipe.” Drake explained. “Well the punch is anyway, the vodka’s a more modern twist.”
Taking the glass Blake took a sip and coughed. “Holy shit!” He looked down at the drink in his hand, watching as the image of it seemed to double almost imperceptibly. “I think you might have accidentally put some punch in your vodka man!” He laughed and took another sip, slower this time. “It's not bad at all though, just - wow, that is STRONG!”
“I hope you're not a lightweight?” Drake placed a hand on Blakes back. “It’s a high proof and if it’s too strong for you…”
“Are you kidding?” Blake asked, pulling back slightly as Drake reached for the glass. He tilted his head back and downed the remainder in one long gulp. The force of the alcohol on his system sent him staggering back, but he caught himself, one hand landing heavily on the table as he fought to keep his cool. “I’m fine, I could knock back a dozen of these no problem! It just… Threw me off a little is all. Didn’t expect you Yanks would have the stones for a real man’s drink like this!”
“Well then,” Drake beamed and poured another glass as the rest of the party goers began to form around the punch bowl. “Let's you and I have another, shall we?”
“We shall!” Blake matched the other man’s smile with one of his own and held out his glass, surprised for a moment when Drake took it and replaced it with the one Blake had assumed he had poured for himself. Still, one glass was as good as another and so he knocked it back, downing the second drink with a content sigh.
The dim lights of the party began to swim as Blake felt another glass pressed into his hand. He hadn’t. He hadn’t recalled letting go of the last one, but he wasted no time in taking a large gulp of what was presented to him. All around the party had apparently begun to pick up as the previously uncomfortable guests, now lubricated with alcohol, began to dance and sway to the music.
Across the dimly lit room Blake saw the girl he had been so enamoured with in the lobby glance his way and give him a wink, but when he tried to go after her, he felt himself stagger into the side of the refreshments table instead.
“Fucking table…” Blake grumbled, looking down and glaring unsteadily at the pink, clawed hand he saw clutching to a glass of punch there. “Hey, gimme my drink!” He thrust his own arm forward, only to find the pink arm jut out at the same time, splashing the punch across the white cloth and leaving behind it a red stain. “Now look what you did… Stupid pink… Pinky.”
“Feeling alright there miss?” Someone asked, their blurred face appearing oddly green in Blake’s distorted vision. He waited for someone else to respond to the man, but then he reached out and grabbed his arm. “Miss you look unwell, do you want me to get you back to your room?”
“Who are you calling ‘miss’?” Blake growled, his voice rumbling in his throat, though oddly despite his best attempt to sound gravelly and intimidating, his voice came out sounding oddly high pitched and effeminate. “Hey I’m not the one with titties ass hole!” He poked the stranger in the chest, his pink, clawed finger jabbing deeply into the man’s plump ripe breast. This appeared all that was needed for the stranger’s straining shirt to finally split open with a rip, allowing his scaled green boob to bounce free, followed a moment after by its equally perky twin.
The stranger let out a muffled squeal, though whether out of shock or embarrassment Blake neither knew nor cared. He won’t be calling him ‘miss’ anytime soon, that was all that mattered.
Blake turned to walk away, but felt another smack as something behind him struck the refreshment table. He turned his head and glared back at the thick, pink tail which had pushed down his pants and slapped the underside of the table as he tried to leave. “Son of a bitch… Who put that there?” Blake demanded, grabbing the tail and yanking it free, uncaring of the mess he made of the punch bowl as he did so. “Come on, who’s the funny guy?”
“Brother?” A voice called and Blake frowned as he realized it was the sister, sounding far more deep and masculine then he would have guessed. “Your date requires your attention.” Blake’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the sister and wondered if she had always been so flat chested… Or if she had always appeared to be so blue?
Before he could ponder this strangeness, his hazy line of thought was interrupted as a strong hand gripped his upper arm and pulled him away from the table and towards a nearby wall. He glanced at the manhandler and was surprised to realize it was Drake… Though at the same time, he was not ‘Drake’, at least as far as Blake had come to know him. The man before him seemed taller then Drake, his features sharper and all together more red hued. His hair also was different, thinner maybe or maybe it was just the way his horns pushed aside the hair and made his whole head appear more angular? It might have been the long, red scaled tail swishing behind him or maybe it was just the fact that Blake had never seen the man completely naked before as he was now.
“Drake?” Blake asked, feeling his cheeks burn as he looked down to the massive cock pushing out of the man’s sheath. Soon the tip vanished, obscured by a pair of large lumps which pushed out in front of his line of sight, straining his shirt as they went. “What was in that punch?”
“Oh you know, the usual.” Drake smiled, pushing forward and making Blake suddenly aware that his pants had somehow fallen off without him realizing it. “Assorted fruits, sugar, dragon extract and ALLOT of vodka.”
“Dragon what?” Blake asked, his mind swirling through something about the massive cock between his legs made his knees tremble and his dick to feel incredibly… Wet?
“Female dragon extract.” Drake smiled and unfurled a pair of red and black wings, folding them about himself and Blake. “Just a little something to make this night more fun.”
“You… Turned yourself into a dragon?” Blake questioned, winching as his shirt began to tear, his rock hard nipples jutting free from the great, pink mounds on his chest. “But why are you a guy still?”
Drake laughed and pushed in closer, reaching up a hand to cup one of Blake’s new breasts, squeezing it lightly. Blake moaned in pleasure and felt the area where his dick should be instead begin to gush. “Oh I didn’t drink the punch, neither did my sister or our clanmates. We just let our true forms come out.” He chuckled. “Well, my sister might have taken a special extract, but she always wanted to see what us boys got up to first hand.”
Blake whimpered in desire as the thick draconic dick probed the outside of the damp spot between his legs. He cast his mind out for some reason for his confusion and could only offer up weakly, “Wait! I’m… Straight?”
Drake chuckled. “Small world, so am I.” Then without another word he found what he was looking for and pushed in, drawing a giddy squeal from Blake.
Blake felt her mind go blank as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. The world faded into a happy blur and her last thought before she lost all sense of the night was, ‘Wait, did he put on a condom?’
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The Next Morning
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Blake awoke slowly, feeling stiff, sore and more damp then he could ever remember feeling before. Between his legs, his pussy ached and slowly dripped, thick, dry strands of something sticky cracking as he moved his legs. His chest too throbbed, his nipples still tender from where they had been twisted, rubbed and even lightly chewed by a set of sharp teeth.
“God, what kind of drugs did I take last night?” He croaked, feminine voice sounding scratchy and horse in his buzzing ears. “I still feel like a girl…” He shifted slightly, grimacing as he leaned onto his tail, squeezing it uncomfortably under his plump rear. “And a dragon… Damn these hallucinations are wild shit…”
He tried to sit up, but something about his stomach made the movement impossible and he slumped back onto his bed, groaning as his belly began to grumble. “Ugh, how much did I eat? I didn’t think there was any food at the party, but I feel…” He slowly opened his eyes and felt his heart sink at the sight of a massive dome of pink scaled skin cresting beneath the not insubstantial mountains of his pert breasts. “Stuffed!?”
Blake reached out and cupped his hands around his expansive gut, for a moment more shocked by the sheer size of his abdomen than the fact that he was still obviously a pink dragon woman. As his clawed hands pressed into his belly, he felt an almost electric shock run up his arms, recognizing in an instant with an instinctive awareness he had never before possessed that he had NOT just put on some excess fat!
Drowsiness vanished from Blake’s mind in an instant and he twisted, rolling onto his side and reaching for the phone by his bedside. As he pulled the receiver to his ear he looked for and quickly found the scrap of paper Drake had left him, punching in the number scrawled across it with a shaking hand.
One ring. A second. Then just as panic had begun to claw into the edges of Blake’s consciousness a voice, calm and entirely human spoke across the line. “Rosa! How are you feeling this morning darling?”
“What?” Blake shook his head. “No, this is Blake! Drake, something happened last night at the party!”
“Oh, changed your mind about the name?” Drake asked, his voice teasing. “That’s a shame, I really thought Rosa was much more fitting.”
“Man, I don’t know what you're talking about, I don’t remember anything about last night, but this morning I…” He trailed off as memories of the night before began to slowly filter back into his mind. Drake’s sister thrusting in and out of a white dragoness while the green female who he’d had the run-in with was fucked on the table… All while he watched, face pressed against the floor while behind him Drake…
“Really?” Drake’s voice interrupted the memories as Blake’s face began to turn a shade of red brighter than his consort’s scales had been the night before. “That’s a shame, as you seemed to be having the time of your life. I think you even said something about wanting me to do it all over again every night for the rest of our lives.”
“I-I did?” Blake asked, wincing as his belly began to rumble and a pressure began to form between his legs. “D-Did you…?”
“Take you up on the offer?” Drake asked with a chuckle. “Oh no, have no fear, I’d never take advantage of a lady who was so clearly inebriated.”
“That didn’t seem to stop you from-” Blake began, but stopped as he felt the pressure building stronger than before. “Look never mind! I’m having an… Emergency situation here! I need you to turn me back into a man, NOW!”
“Oh I can’t do that.” Drake remarked.
“WHAT?!” Blake screeched, squeezing his legs together as something large, hard and oblong began to push its way down towards his still aching pussy. “Why not!?”
“Ow.” Drake commented. “Please don’t scream into the phone dear, I can hear you perfectly fine as is.” He cleared his throat. “And as to why not, simple, I cannot because it’s only something you can do.”
Blake felt his eyes begin to water as the pressure became almost overwhelming, the force of contractions pushing his legs slowly apart as the massive egg began to crown. “STOP TALKING SO SLOWLY AND JUST LET ME KNOW HOW TO TURN BACK!”
“Well if you insist.” Drake sighed. “Just focus on your old life and your desire to be a human man. That’s it, nothing special. Magic is based on desire, and by the end of the day, whatever you desire to be deep in your heart of hearts will become your permanent form.”
“That’s it?” Blake began to pant, though a smile spread across his draconic face. “Easy! Because more than anything I want to be a-” His words raised in pitch before he could finish his thought, morphing into a wail of exertion as the egg which had already begun to push its way out of him finally forced its way to its widest point. Blake squealed as the pressure, along with the alien sensation of his vagina stretching to its widest point combined to force all thoughts from his mind save the need to lay.
Then it was out of him, the egg dropping from his body and onto the sheets with a soft ‘plop’. For a moment all Blake could do was pant, then slowly he raised the phone back to his ear.
“You were saying?” Blake could almost hear Drake’s smile. “You want nothing more than to be a…?”
“Give me a minute.” Blake gasped, hesitantly reaching down to touch the glistening egg. “I just… I just… Gave birth.” The words sounded impossibly strange to his ears and yet… He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of them. “I just… I need a minute to remember this moment.”
“Well if you don’t hurry, you’ll be re-experiencing it at least a dozen more times.” Drake laughed.
“What does that mean?” Blake demanded, then felt his eyes go wide as he felt the familiar pressure return and realized his vast belly had barely shrunk even after laying that egg. “Oh…”
“Well?” Drake asked.
“I wish I was a human man again!” Blake blurted, but even as the words left his mouth, he could feel the uncertainty in them. Before he could examine his feelings though his body tensed and his attention turned fully to the push.
On the other end of the phone line Drake’s smile turned to a grin as he set down the receiver.
“Good news, I take it?” His sister asked as she stretched, her blue body only now fading back to a human skin tone. “Shall I get the guest room ready?”
“And the nesting area, if you’d be so kind.” Drake glanced at the heavily pregnant white dragoness curled at his sister's feet. “Though I take it you were already planning on that?”
“He’s not made up his mind yet.” She shrugged and reached down to scratch the white behind its ears. “Though… I have a good feeling about him. He seemed the maternal type.”
“You do have an eye for them.” Drake chuckled. “I never would have taken a man like Blake for the type, but it seems you pegged him correctly.”
She smirked. “Oh it's not so hard, a few internet searches can tell you a lot about people's hidden fetishes and secret desires.” She nodded to the door. “Now go on, you don’t want to miss your first clutch being laid while you stand around talking to your sister.” She leaned down and caressed the white dragoness’ cheek as they began to stir. “Besides, I want to have a private talk with my lovely future bride.”
Drake bowed his head and quickly excused himself through the door, hurrying down the hall and to the elevator.
He waited with impatience for the elevator's arrival, then just as impatiently for its descent.
When it arrived at the correct floor he practically skipped to the door and then paused to compose himself before entering as silently as he could.
“Drake?” The pink dragoness called, face pale and body soaked in perspiration as an egg gradually squeezed out of them. It dropped to join its fellows, a half dozen already at least and still with many to go, judging by the size of the mother’s belly. “Is that you?”
“Hello Blake.” Drake stepped forward and reached out a hand, allowing the dragoness to grab hold of it and grip it tightly. “I’m here.”
She turned to look at him and a tired smile spread over her pink face. “It’s Rosa.” She squeezed his hand tighter. “Did you… Come for me?”
He returned the squeeze and knelt by her side. “I came for our hatchlings, in case you changed your mind, but I also hoped you might choose to stay and help me raise them.” He clasped her hand with his other and asked. “Tell me, do you want to stay like this? With me? With our family?”
She huffed as another egg was pushed from her, and then with a gasp she cried, “I DO!”
And so from that day forward, Drake took Rosa to be his mate, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always for all the days of their lives.
And those were both long and joyful.
The End
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