Kemik rested his arms on the counter to his alchemy emporium, sighing to himself whilst observing his shop barren of customers, shelves filled with potions of varying effect, from a simple healing tonic to those which can be easily described as “Liquid Lust”

Business hasn’t been well for the blue dragon’s establishment. People rarely adventure or go out of the town he lives in and those who were regulars either rarely come by due to longer quests or now litter the halls of some ancient stronghold. It isn’t as rare to find someone asking for a potion to get their genitalia stiff or to help motivate their sex drive, but it doesn’t pay much seeing how most people in the village didn’t exactly need stuff like that. 

Kemik yawned, stretching his arms out before resting them back on the counter yet again. 

So boring,  He thought to himself, turning around to walk into his living space and have a nap. I wish something interesting would occur in this town...

Just as he thought about that he heard the door to his establishment slam open with a thud, turning back around to see who decided to walk on in.
The person was a rabbit fairly shorter than him, his ears making up for most of his stature. His fur was a porcelain white while the tips of his ears were a chocolate brown alongside a patch around his left eye. All the rabbit wore was a dark brown bandanna with the skull of his species in the center of it and a neckerchief of the same colour. In his right hand was a small wooden sword which rested on his shoulder.

To Kemik it seemed like some kid decided to play pirate and soon pretend to pillage his shop, that thought making him stifle a laugh.

“Alright kid you best get home before your mum worries about you,” He said, much to the dismay of the rabbit, a face of irritance on his face and eyes staring daggers at him.

“Kid? Wha are ye callin a kid, dragon!?” He shouted back pointing that toy sword at him “Da name's Flintlock an A'm here for yer valuables”

Even with that tough tone, the alchemist didn’t feel threatened at all. Just chuckling at the bravado this pirate had.

“Really? You seem pretty unprepared to me…” he said with a smug smirk which only angered Flint more.

The pirate rabbit walked on up to the counter. He raised his sword up high, only that and his ears being seen before he jumped up and slashed down, cutting through it with ears, sending Kem to land on his back with a shocked look on his face. Flint now stood atop the counter, a nasty yet clear cut visible on it.

“Wot was dat about bein unprepared, laddie?”

Kem was now tied up in the corner of his shop whilst Flint robbed him of his gold and other sorts of valuables he could take with him, turns out having a deceptively  magical sword was clearly enough for the unarmed dragon with only experience holding a club or dagger to surrender.

That rabbit soon came out from his living space, a bag full of plunder being dragged along the floor, it didn’t seem that heavy seeing the lack of ideal loot he may have. But Flint wasn’t done here, next up was stealing the dragon’s alchemy products. He started off with the simple stuff like his healing, darkvision and energy potions, next he went towards one of the locked cabinets.
“Oi dragon, wot's in dat dere cabinet?” He asked, sword raised at the alchemist again.

“M-metamorphosis potions, ones which change your form for a period of time…” He reluctantly said struggling at his bonds which felt a bit looser with more wriggling he could free himself.

“Change me forme, ay?” Flint pondered for a moment before breaking that lock off the cabinet. He then opened those doors and scoured the shelves within before pulling out a small glass bottle. It was a silvery looking liquid with speckles of red lingering inside, on the outside of it was a label printed with the silhouette of a shark.

“So what yer saying is that this concoction of your own making can turn me into a fierce great white?” he presented that potion to Kemik, who seemed a bit confused at the contents.

“W-well yeah, but I d-” he was about to say the potion looked odd but the sound of the cork being took off derailed his train of thought. With a smirk Flint then chugged that potion not even leaving a drop, throwing the empty bottle to the floor which shattered upon impact.

“Ya best be ready, world. Becus there’ll be a new shark plunderin yer waters from now on…”

Flint let out a small chuckle as the potion began to take effect. The rabbit proceeded to grow and an inch in size, his ears slowly receding into his body yet he didn’t seem to be phased. All seemed to be going well until it was rather clear that the pirate wasn’t growing any scales, but instead a feathery plumage began sprouting in place of his fur.

“Wot the…” Flint’s composure was now leaving him at the rather different change. Looking down to his hands he noticed them lose their humanoid form and taking a much more avian appearance. 

The transforming rabbit then lost balance, falling to the floor with a thud as not only did his tail get replaced by long pointy feathers brown like those blotches on his fur, but his rather sized feet began to shrink and lose toes. He grunted in pain from his new ‘feet’ coming in, three sharp talons black as coal, scales forming up his legs as well. 

Believing it to be all over, Flint tried to get onto his feet, only to scream out in pain. His muzzle stretching out and turning a similar black to his new legs, the pirate now the owner of a beak. Finally two more brown feathers sprouted from his head, but were forced downwards by his bandanna.

Whilst all this was happening, Kemik saw a good time to escape the binds that held him. Carefully wriggling about, emitting a small wince whilst Flint transformed in front of him. After a minute of struggling and slithering he got his arms free, untying the ropes around his body and legs. 

“Knew something seemed odd about that potion” Kemik told himself looking down at the rabbit now parrot. He must’ve mislabeled the potion during a late night of work.

“Kinda glad you drank that, it would've been annoying for me to sell improperly labelled goods” he said, grabbing what is a shark transformation potion under the guise of a parrot transformation potion and placing it on the counter.

Turning around he saw that Flint had stood back up, shaking slightly from his new form. He pointed that sword the best he could yet he couldn’t seem to intimidate him this time. Not only was fatigue from that transformation kicking in but his breaths were deep and a soft blush was on his face.

“Y-yer ain’t goin nowhere, lad…” Flint muttered moving closer to him but falling down to the floor, panting heavily still. But that wasn’t the only thing now, from between those feathers was the slowly growing penis of the pirate.

It took a bit for Kemik to realise the state Flint was in. Either the former rabbit hasn't had time to rub one out in a while and somehow was now getting aroused in this new state. Or Kemik had accidentally added an ingredient with an aphrodisiac effect to the potion, maybe it was both.

“D-do you need help?” Kemik asked, feeling slightly sympathetic to the victim of his mistake.

“W-what are ye talking about?” he asked, sitting up now realising his erect cock “O-oh…” he just stared daggers at him believing it to be his fault, he just wanted to get out of this town, back onto his boat and pleasure himself.

“S-shut yer trap, I can sort this out back on me ship” He tried to sound so adamant yet with his state it made it rather foolish. Standing up again he dragged that sack with him, but he fell again, this time butt raised, his private areas covered by those tail feathers.

The blue dragonborn blushed from the provocative pose he was in, a bead of sweat going down his brow. Though he knew that helping him out was the right thing to do, especially now. Plus all his potions had a unique trait to them...

“Flintlock was it? What if I tell you that sexaul exhaustion can lower the period of time the potion’s active for?” He explained

“Nah, I ain’t fallin for dat” Flint retorted, “All ya wanna do is fill my booty with ya spunk!” His erection still stiff as a pole, giving a small throb just at the thought of it

“I’m not lying, all we need to do is give you a rubbing off or something then we can forget this happened…” Yet even after saying that that pirate remained adamant of him not even laying a finger on him, even if erotic thoughts were floating around his mind.

“Fine, well you best enjoy being a bird for a couple days then...” Those were the magic words, Flint raising his tail feathers to present the back of his sack but also the tight anus between those cheeks.

“M-make it quick then” he said in defeat. The rabbit missed his old body a bit and the newly revealed fact that he’d be like this for two days was all the reason to change back now.

Kem’s blush grew even deeper and a rather clear bulge was in those trousers of his. He was only expecting to just jerk him off, but seems like he was up for more.

“O-one sec then…” He made his way round back to get prepared; Returning a few minutes later in the nude and with a bottle of opaque liquid. His penis was all the way out, that tapering length of eight inches, blue at the base of it.

Getting onto his knees the first thing he did was open that bottle, then whilst holding it in one hand he used his other to spread his left cheek and to get a better few of his target. Kemik then poured that liquid onto the parrot’s pucker, sending a shivering jolt up his spine.

“Argh!” Flint cawed out (much to his dismay) at the cold feeling “W-wot da hell’s dat!?”

“Just a lubricant of my own creation” Kemik replied, now rubbing his own length in the substance. “Better than using oil or spit, might even give you a bottle if you like it” To which Flint emitted  a low growl in response, angered by not only his state but he was allowing some alchemist to fuck him in order to return back to being the pirate rabbit.

Looking down at his fully coated penis, there was only one thing to do before they got to the fun part. Moving his right hand to stroke that pucker he proceeded to push his index finger against it (the avian stifling any moans) and then pushed a bit harder that it then entered the tight confines of the anus. This feeling caused Flint to grit his teeth in pain from the entry of the anus of his new body, but he couldn’t hide the fact it did cause him to feel pleasure as well, a slight dribble of pre landing onto the wooden floor. Kemik moved his finger around his insides, making sure that ass was loose enough for what was about to come.

“Think you're ready now.” he commented on the state of his ass, moving the tip of his cock against it.

“Juist get it ower wi already!” Flint shouted back, wanting it to be quick as possible. Hearing those words Kem didn’t waste anymore time thrusting forwards with a groan as Flint’s rear was penetrated by the draconic length. The alien feeling inside his rear caused him to struggle in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When Kem started slowly thrusting his cock inside the rear, Flint fidgeted even more.

“Can you stop squirming?” He was irritated by the moving around “You won’t go back to your original form at this rate. You rather become a sky pirate?”

“S-shaddup! Dun even joke aboot dat. Bein’ a burd is weird, okay!?” His comment brought back annoying memories to the pirate. “Ah just wanted tae be a bloody shark” he mumbled under his voice whilst Kemik picked up the pace, Flint’s cock leaking pre now.

Moaning from the tightness the dragon went faster and deeper, his own pre adding to the lube to make it a rather slick experience for both of them. The sounds of their fucking filling the store. It didn’t take for both of them to get close to their climaxes.

“I-I’m close!” Kemik moaned through closed eyes and gritted teeth, the tempo to his thrusts becoming more wild and barbaric,

“ye best pull oot gin ye're gonna-” Flint responded too late, with one final deep thrust and a loud moan from Kemik he came, filling the bird’s butt with his sticky load. That feeling brought Flint over the edge as well, who with a curse shot his load on the floor like the weapon he was named after. The sheer bliss of being filled up and having an orgasm which was long needed was too much for him to handle, alongside the fatigue brought on by the potion caused him to collapse, falling unconscious on the floor.

It must’ve been around the late afternoon when Flint woke up. He was on the docks by his ship (easy to profile by the rabbit skull on the sails). Standing back up he still realised he was stuck in that parrot body of his. Believing that dragon tricked him into being fucked he was about to storm back into that shop and give him a taste of his own medicine. He was about to grab his sword until he realised that a note had been wrapped around the blade and a small leather sack rested against it, grabbing said note he began to read.

To the pirate Flintlock

Whilst you did try to rob me and drunk one of my potions without paying, I apologise for the error on my end.

I’m grateful that you did allow me to help you out, I’d say that potion would wear off tomorrow around early lunchtime.

Though I’m not letting you take any of my stuff I should still make amends for that mistake, hope you like what’s in the sack.

-Kemik Alkymi

PS. If you ever decide to dock in this town again, come by and I’ll make you a rather good shark.

Putting the letter on the floor and grabbing the sack. Flint opened it up revealing a fair sum of gold alongside a small healing potion, night vision potion and a long thin bottle of Kemik’s lube.

A small smile formed on his beak, he’ll definitely have to see that Alchemist again.