Dragon of the Foal, Yustitia (2)
Just how many showers do I take in a single day?
Most of my clients are werebeasts with noses sensitive to smells, so I'd scrub down over ten times a day.
My dick, my one and only source of income, got the most attention of all.
It wasn't dirty in the slightest. Hell, it was probably the cleanest part of my body—I took damn good care of it.
But she called it dirty.
If that was the case, she shouldn't have brought it up in the first place.
Still...
"Alright, I get what you want... not enough stimulation, huh...? Lemme see, it should be around here..."
She sat up with a swish, heading somewhere off to the side.
Then, bending at the waist like she was rummaging through some forgotten junk in the corner, her massive ass came into view, wiggling right in my face.
"Nngh... found it..."
After shaking that thing around like she was personally serving it up on a platter, she finally pulled out something awfully familiar to me.
"...Why the hell is this here?"
"Huh...? 'Cause I made it, duh...?"
Made it...? As in...
I stared at the slime onahole in her hand—its shape so damn familiar to me—then looked back up at her.
"...You made this?"
"Yeah. Anyway... that oughta do it, right...?"
It sure as hell would.
A hundred times better than her hand, easy.
But...
"This one's got no hole."
"Oh, that's the mass-produced version over there... This one's... yeah, you know slimes, right...?"
No way I wouldn't. My first client after becoming a dispenser was Mumungmumung, that blue slime girl.
I nodded, and she went on.
"I whipped this up while researching slime traits... The ones over there just mimic some slime features a bit... but this? Eh... closer to say it's like a brainless slime..."
Like a slime...?
More importantly, her talking about researching slimes and making stuff jogged a memory.
Slimes were useful all over the place these days for all sorts of applications.
Was this woman the one who'd invented that...?
Wouldn't put it past her.
This was the Mana Engineering Research Center, after all—and for a "center," she was the only one here.
"Eh, you'll see once you try it..."
With that, I figured what the hell—didn't know exactly how to use it, but I slapped the squishy blob against my dick anyway. Not quite an onahole, just a wobbly mass.
Squirm, squirm...
It started wriggling on its own, then swallowed my cock whole.
"What the fu—!"
In the blink of an eye, the blob enveloped my entire shaft, then went nuts contracting and relaxing, squeezing like mad.
Goddamn, it's been forever since I felt something like this.
The squishy, slick texture reminded me of Mumungmumung's pussy, and on top of that, it was forming all these custom nubs inside, rubbing my dick just right. Way better than any handjob.
I got why she said it was slime-like.
Not quite as good as the real thing with Mumungmumung, but leagues above those disposable onaholes from the extraction rooms.
And those were modeled after succubus pussies—with actual holes. This beat 'em hands down.
"Primitive slime, I guess you'd call it... Apparently, original slimes didn't have brains or anything like that... But after endless interbreeding with other races, some mutation kicked in... they evolved, and eventually the Slime Queen was born. That's when they turned into what we know today... So yeah, this is like pre-evolution primitive slime."
She rambled on about slime history—stuff I didn't even care about—while I lost it to the slime onahole milking my dick all on its own, no shaking required on my end.
Spurt, spuuurt—♡
I blasted load after load deep inside. Just like with Mumungmumung, the cum pooled at the end, forming a round, core-like blob.
...Wait, no fucking way.
"...This isn't gonna, like, reproduce or some shit, is it?"
"Huh...? Oh, you know your slimes, huh... Nah, sorry—not quite. Close, but just mimicry. If it could reproduce, it'd basically be alive... I haven't cracked that yet."
Whew, good—no impregnating an onahole. My head would've spun.
Anyway, relieved, I finished cumming. That's when she spoke up.
"All done? Hand it over for a sec...?"
"Uh? Sure, yeah."
Client asks, you deliver. I yanked off the clingy slime onahole and passed it over.
Then I watched her shove her nose right into it.
"Uh..."
The fuck?
"Yep, definitely way stronger right after you cum... My head's spinning already..."
Looked like hers was, too.
Sniffing fresh-post-nut onahole like that? Anyone would think she was fucked up.
"And... now I get it. Satyros traits, right...?"
That wiped the thought from my mind.
"This is hilarious. Yeah, hilarious. How? You're just a plain human... How the hell do you have a trait unique to satyros?"
She stared right at me as she said it.
Her blue eyes split—vertical, then horizontal—into a jagged cross.
In those pupils, my reflection looked shredded to ribbons.
"Hey? Wanna tell me? What's your deal? How's a human pulling off other races' abilities? C'mon, spill. Huh? Huh? Huh?"
Her sleepy eyes were gone. She shoved her face in mine, demanding answers. I backed up.
But only for a second.
Sssslip... something coiled around my waist.
A blue tail.
A massive one, way too big for her body, extending from her.
"M-Mommy...?"
"Why run...? I just asked a question. Right?"
Shivering, I stared at her.
This was a monster.
Stunningly beautiful, but twisted somewhere deep.
Her mana poured out unchecked—or maybe on purpose. No focus needed; it was crystal clear to me.
It was... like Hoaran's true form I'd seen before.
A colossal fox with nine massive tails. A monster in monster shape.
Wings like sails, fangs like swords...
The kind that could stomp a five-meter bull minotaur flat without breaking a sweat. Overwhelming physical power.
A gigantic dragon-shaped mana licked down at me.
"...Ah, you can see it, huh? Felt Hoaran's touch on you, wondered... Guess she taught you spells, too?"
She'd never taught me despite my begging.
Seeing me quake at her monstrous form, she smirked.
"...What the hell are you?"
Why did this shit keep happening every other day?
What the fuck did I do?
Fuming with injustice, I spat it out. She tilted her head, then chuckled "aha" and spoke.
"Oh yeah, forgot to introduce myself... Eh, everyone who comes here knows me anyway... My bad..."
Only Lilith ever visited, she muttered, then beamed at me.
"Hi, I'm Yustitia. Friend of Lilith and Hoaran—you know the ones."
Bullshit.
Her vibe, her personality—nowhere near friend material for those two.
Then it hit me.
Both Lilith and Hoaran had griped about some woman in their own ways, never flattering.
Crazy bitch.
Weirdo.
I knew who that was.
And that revealed her race, her identity.
Whether she was really their friend or not—didn't matter. She was on their level, clearly.
And the only ones on that level? The twenty-two heroes.
From what my eyes saw, that tail around my waist—I could peg which one.
One of the twenty-two heroes. The world's mightiest race: dragon.
Back when humans from countless dimensions banded together to fight other races... she'd shown up solo and disassembled all their weapons, forcing surrender.
Made armies from every dimension wave the white flag alone.
More famous by her epithet than her name.
"...Dragon of the Foal."
"Yeah... some call me that."
But more than that—
The hero who'd made hundreds of thousands of humans surrender without spilling a drop of blood—Yustitia—said,
"You still not answering my question...?"
Her tail tightened around me. Her eyes bored into mine.
I knew I was utterly fucked.