**A Mage's Apprentice**

(c) 2011 GingerM

Deuce scowled. The drow sorceress had been a tricky opponent but he'd finally managed to send her back to the Underdark, beaten and knowing it. However, she'd managed to curse him, a parting malicious jab, and it was proving much more difficult to undo than he'd anticipated. Sighing, the dragon pushed back the heavy grimoire and stretched, his joints popping. The book had no spells to reverse such curses, but he'd followed a couple of interesting theoretical notes and thought he saw a solution. The downside was that it would require summoning an other-worldly being to bring what he needed. Feeling slightly better, he took a fresh sheet of parchment and his favourite pen, made from a griffon's quill. His toothy maw hung open slightly as he concentrated on the arcane diagrams and words. He would rest before he cast the spell, and even so it would take much out of him.

Carmen was bored. The petite chihuahua bitch pouted but there wasn't anyone to see her, which was a wast of a perfectly good pout. Lifting her sunglasses, she scanned the pool deck, looking for something, anything to catch her interest, but without success. Why couldn't her life provide her with excitement, adventure, romance? A dashing hero to sweep a princess off her paws? A magician who wanted an apprentice? Didn't she deserve these things? Her keen nose twitched; though her short, plush fur had mostly dried from her swim, patches of it were still damp, and - she sniffed again - the chlorine was too high again. Now she'd have to have a shower. She stood and went inside, shedding her bikini as she went.

The shower revived her spirits and she took her time, working the shampoo well into her fur to completely remove the hint of chlorine. Eyes closed, she imagined a handsome knight after he'd rescued her, and how  she would show her gratitude... Face turned up under the spray of hot water, her paws lingered a few extra seconds at her breasts and between her legs, her busy fingers eliciting slow waves of pleasure. *Maybe,* she mused, *I'll just curl up in bed and have some serious me time.*

Curious... the steam seemed to be moving very slowly... and why were the lights going dim? She turned to open the stall door, but everything seemed very heavy and slow, as if she were immersed in oil... Her violet eyes widened as things began to change around her; the bathroom becoming dim and misty. In its place a round room swam into being. A very old desk with a huge, leather-bound volume open on it... braziers flaming, casting warm, flickering light... and Carmen found herself standing, naked and dripping in a fading cloud of shower steam, in the middle of a circle of strange, glowing symbols that seemed to float a few inches above an aged wooden floor. All that seemed unimportant, though; her attention was thoroughly riveted on the huge, scaled figure standing at the edge of the circle. 

Wide, leathery wings folded behind its back, red scales covered its flanks, its arms and legs, becoming golden in front. *All the way down,* she saw, for the figure was completely nude. She wrenched her eyes from the large yet unmistakable sheath - nearly at breast level on her diminutive frame - between its legs, looking up and up and *up* to meet the liquid-gold eyes in the reptilian face.

"*¿Que*... ?" she exclaimed, eyes widening. "A... *dragon?!*"

Deuce staggered back, sitting abruptly as he'd forgotten the bed was behind him. "A *chihuahua?!*" he exclaimed as well.

Carmen looked around, heart pounding. If this was a dragon... where was the knight? And was she the princess? "Where am I?" she demanded, a curious mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. "*¿Que quieres* - what do you want?" Her eyes flashed as she stepped through the glowing symbol-ring, which dissipated. He didn't seem to have heard her; instead he picked up a sheaf of very old-looking paper, covered in more strange symbols. His maw moved silently as he traced a scaly finger along the symbols, completely ignoring her. 

Carmen's temper roused; wherever she might be, she was not accustomed to being ignored. She knew well the effect she had on the males of pretty much any species and enjoyed it, and this... *kinda studly, actually...* dragon wasn't paying any attention to her at all. "Hey!" she said sharply, dripping on his floor. 

"Be quiet!" he snapped, his concentration broken. Re-reading the words, he stared, then swore under his breath in a language she was pretty sure wasn't found on earth, and smacked his forehead. "Damn, damn, damn! *Ibuyethea*, not *ibuyothae!*" It was no good - and now that she'd left the circle, he couldn't dismiss her, either.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" she retorted, snatching the papers from his talons. "What is this *mierda?*" she demanded, waving it at him.

"That," he replied, scowling at her - seated as he was, they were about eye level now - "was an error on my part, and how you wound up here where you're no use to me at all!"

She gaped; never in her young life had she been called useless. She'd been called many other things, by girls envious of the reactions she aroused in males, and by males expressing their admiration of her lushly-curved form - but not useless. Her temper, quick as always, flared as she delivered herself of a vituperative diatribe in Spanish. Eventually she ran down, ending by demanding to know how he could oh-so-easily dismiss her as useless.

"Because you're not a mage," he replied. "I summoned... well, I *thought* I was summoning a creature who could bring me what I need to break my curse." He looked at her. Damp as she was from her shower, dripping on his floor, she was still quite delicious to look at... and he didn't feel a thing. She tilted her head a bit to one side, soft pink hair falling into her eyes as she returned his look, her temper fading. She'd never been this close to someone like him, and despite herself, she was interested. A few geckos had ogled her from time to time, but they were even shorter than she was. *This dragon-man, though...* With a shake, she chased the thought - not away, but back.

"Curse... you mean like magic, in stories?" she asked, and he nodded. "What curse?" she went on, intrigued.

His eyes glittered dangerously, but with an effort of will, he calmed himself. She was here at his summoning, after all. "Impotence," he said, his voice dropping. He ground his teeth together and looked away from her. "I needed... certain ingredients to undo the curse and my summoning was supposed to bring those to me."

Carmen held her breath; some sixth sense told her that if she laughed or giggled now, it would not go over well. It was plain as day to her that he was frustrated, angry, and because he had admitted his incapacity to her, humiliated and ashamed, and she ran her tongue along her muzzle. "Maybe you're going about this wrong," she heard herself say. Unbidden, she plopped herself down next to him. "Let's see what I can do," she smiled.

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"*¡Madre de Dios!*" she sighed, quite some time later. She had half-thought it was a gag, somehow, to get her in bed, but it seemed he really was impotent. She'd been sure a quick paw job would get him up, without success. Even allowing for her usual high opinion of herself, she was very, very good at getting a rise out of males, but her paws had failed this time. Nor had her muzzle nor her skilled tongue had produced results either, and the pretty bitch took this as a personal challenge, now.

Deuce sighed tiredly. "Don't think me ungrateful, my lady," he said, "but if it was that simple, I never would have had to try this," he waved at the remnants of the summoning. The handsome dragon ran his hands over his scaled crest, wondering what else he could try. He would have to send her back, as soon as possible, then return to his books.

Carmen blew a stray lock of pink hair out of her eyes. "At least let me get myself off, then," she pouted. She slid up his body, stroking her soft furry breasts and belly against his still-flaccid member. Frustrated, the young chihuahua sat astride him, one paw massaging her pert breasts, the other thrust between her thighs, fondling herself. It wasn't what she really wanted, but better than nothing, and at least she knew her body well, knew how to get herself off quickly. She let out a long, slow sigh as the familiar pleasure tingled deep inside her and she shifted on his broad chest, rocking her hips forward as she pleasured herself.

The scent of her struck his nostrils... alluring, enticing, the scent of a bitch on heat... almost of itself, his long forked tongue flicked out, lapping against her pussy lips to taste the light dew of moisture.... A small shock rippled through him, down to his groin. *Could it be that simple...?* "Come here!" he growled, and her eyes dilated at the noted in his voice. It was a demand, a command, but the note of frustration and anger was gone. His clawed fingers dug into her firm, furry rump, pulling her further up his chest until she straddled his face, his reptilian snout pushing between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her eagerly and she felt sudden sparks shooting through her as well.

"Ooh... that's good," she panted, unconsciously spreading her legs a bit farther, and Deuce drove his tongue into her. The taste of her on his tongue was... magic? *This was it,* he exulted; *the answer to his problem was in the sweet juices from her femaleness!* His hands shifted to her thighs, tugging her even farther open, and greedily opened his maw wide, sealing it around her pussy. She moaned more and more loudly as he teased the hooded bud of her clit then caressed her opening labia with his tongue. Eyes half-closed, she arched her back, her paws moving to her tits, fondling herself eagerly as his tongue sent shocks and explosions of pleasure through her loins. She needed to brace herself; she reached behind herself with one hand blindly, and her eyes opened again as she felt his cock. She twisted to look and gasped.

Deuce's cock was no longer hanging limply from his sheath but was rising, sleek and proud. The ridges seemed to swell, pulsing; his spade-shaped knob bobbing slightly, and as she watched, fascinated, the slit in the centre seemed to flex slightly as a clear drop of pre-semen welled up, then rolled down the flesh of his rapidly-hardening cock. "Whoa!" she yipped, startled, as he pulled away, his tongue making a delicious, shivery tingle as it left her. 

Deuce was transformed, a draconic smile curving the corners of his mouth. "It seems," he said softly as he eased her onto her back, "that you brought what I needed after all, my lady." And with that comment, he eased her legs apart, bracing himself on his elbows as he resumed taking slow, teasing licks along her thighs, then probing into her once again.

Carmen's breath came in panting, shallow gasps as the dragon used all his skill to make love to her with his mouth. "Hnh.... nnnghh.... fuck..." she panted eagerly, writhing as he explored within her, waking little explosions of ecstasy. His tongue was magic, she thought disjointedly, and if he could do this with his tongue...! Lust shivered through her and of their own volition her black-and-tan-furred legs closed around his head; she wanted to keep him there, to lick and kiss and taste and tease while her heart pounded and the pleasure built in waves, closer and closer, and then she was screaming, shrieking as she flooded, and Deuce's tongue kept going, kept *her* going in a rolling, liquid tide of orgasm.

Deuce's muzzle, slick and dripping with her juices, left her vulva. "You've restored me, my lady; now let me thank you properly," he growled softly, trailing his tongue up the plush fur of her belly. Still wobbly from the force of her orgasm, she nodded.

The dragon's long, agile tongue flicked lightly over her straining nipples as he slid into position atop her. She could feel his now-thoroughly-erect malehood brushing against her thighs as he shifted, then it was pushing against her... he was entering her... "Ooohhaaaa...." she gasped, her violet eyes going very wide. She was by no means a shrinking virgin; she knew very well that cocks came in a variety of shapes and sizes. Having watched Deuce unsheathing as he recovered, knowing he was a dragon, she expected he would be generously equipped, but she hadn't expected this!

Golden-yellow eyes smiled at her while his maw and tongue worked magic on her breasts; little flickers of flame seemed to be shooting through her straight from the bullet-hard nubs directly to her pussy.

She clutched his back, feeling the plates and scales shifting under her hands, smooth and warm and rather slick against her paw-pads. It was easier, she found, to slide her hands down to the firmly-muscled pads of his ass and grip tightly as he pushed and pushed and *pushed*, and *Dios* but he was big...!

Deuce shifted his grip, moving to lift her legs as he stroked balls-deep into the petite chihuahua bitch. Those legs were simply irresistible... leaving her breasts reluctantly - for they, too, were delightful, warm and bountiful and so responsive to his tongue - he bent his neck, making full use of his flexibility and the length of his reptilian tongue to lick and caress the short dark fur along the inside of her thighs, working his way up one leg to her knee, then the same for the other. Her moans jumped an octave and she shuddered under him. Slowly, talking his time, he began pumping strokes, driving his ridged penis into her in deep, stretching thrusts, feeling her wetness anointing him, easing his entry.

Hungrily he resumed his attentions to her legs, spurred on by the increasing pitch of her lustful yipping cries. His liquid-gold eyes half-closed in pleasure as he came to her beautiful, plush, tan-furred hind paws. He could spent eternity here, he mused as he began licking the pads, using the fork of his tongue to probe along the soft, clean skin and between her toes. The taste of her was ambrosial; freshly-showered, a slight hint of canine muskiness...

Carmen jumped - or rather, jerked, pinned as she was by the dragon's body atop her - as fresh pleasure coursed through her, sending sparks from her toes down her legs to explode in her pussy. She yipped breathlessly as shocks combined, making her contract and ripple around his thrusting shaft. *Dios*, but she didn't know if she could stand it much longer; she felt as she she was on a wire sending electricity through her! "Oh.. oh yes, oh FUCK yes!" she panted, her tongue lolling from her muzzle as she rocked under him. There was nothing else that mattered right now; she wanted this, *needed* this, and every fibre of her being was focused on Deuce and the sheer pleasure he was evoking all through her. Wet... she was already incredibly wet from his tongue-work within her, but she hadn't come down from her first orgasm before she was cumming again, panting, breathless, shuddering and moaning helplessly. Words... all she had left was words, words to cajole, demand, beg, plead... "Aahhhh... unngggh.... oooo fuck, fuck, fuck me please!"

It went on, and on... she quaked and shivered, moaning in abandoned lust. Deuce rolled her on her side and she clutched the cushions and pillows, biting them as he lifted one leg, never losing his rhythm, and his tongue worked between her toes. Her claws dug into the bed linens, shredding the sheets as she trembled in the grip of orgasm, her pussy creaming again and Deuce was *still* fucking, thrusting, driving into her, his balls slapping against her leg until she thought she must go mad if he didn't give her what she needed so badly...

Deuce knew he was close, so close... the taste of her paws, the texture of her fur against his tongue, so clean and soft and warm, sent bolts of ecstasy through him again and again, and it was all he could do to hold back, to keep himself under control until the perfect, transcendent moment... and it was here, now, as she writhed on his plunging prick and threw back her head, ears flopping, pink hair flying, her canines bared while a baying howl of utter lust and need ripped from her throat. She clamped down around him, her wet, slick warmth drenching his muscular, ridged malehood again, her muscles rippling, and with a roar of passion, he felt the dam break, the tide surging forward, unstoppable. His wings unfurled in reflex as he tensed and then he was cumming as he had never cum before, heart racing while his pumping cock erupted a torrent of hot, creamy goo within her welcoming warmth.

Neither of them could say how long it lasted; it might have been an eternity. It felt that way while it went on and both of them were lost in the bright nova of frenzied, screaming, gut-wrenching pleasure flooding through them. 

Eternity faded; Deuce and Carmen both came back to awareness of the rest of the world as he withdrew. He made to move off her, but she rolled on her back. "You need cleaning up," she grinned up at him and pushed her breasts together, squeezing and lifting them. Chuckling, Deuce took the offer, straddling her as he slid his slick, glistening  penis between her warm, furry mounds. He rocked slowly as he softened, and her tongue lolled from her muzzle to lick the tip and upper shaft. "Mmmm," she mumbled naughtily, her hands coming up to pull him a bit closer. Her head raised, she opened her muzzle a bit, getting most of his length between her jaws, laving him with her tongue to the base and around his sheath until his proud malehood gleamed from her saliva. He moved off her, lying full stretch, face to face, and kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth. Her tail curled up behind her pert rump, wagging slowly as she pillowed her head on her paws, and Deuce pulled her close against him. Utterly spent, they drifted off to sleep, his hand warm on her tummy.

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Carmen's eyes opened. Disoriented, she looked around - it had been a dream, then, she realized as the familiar things of her bedroom registered. There was her computer, her Wii... posters on the walls, clothes discarded on the floor by the foot of her bed. Her nose twitched; a plethora of scents assaulting it. Primarily she smelled herself; the  unmistakable scent of arousal. Her paws smelled of it, too, and she ached between her thighs. *Wow... must have been <u>some</u> paw session,* she thought. Something warm and slick bumped against her - a vibrator. *More than pawing, I guess,* she thought and giggled. But it was funny - she didn't remember getting the vibrator out. Still... one heck of an erotic dream. The young chihuahua wriggled, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of satin sheets against her naked, plushly-furred body, then rolled onto her back, grinning foolishly as she looked down herself. Something had dried in streaks between her breasts and down her belly, matting her fur; and a stray shaft of light glittered from something caught in the dark fur of her thigh - a single, golden scale.