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He awoke the
following morning just as he always did: stumble out of bed, use the
restroom, take a shower, put on a shirt, then head out to the kitchen for
breakfast. It wasn't until he was halfway finished with his cereal
that he suddenly remembered about the lottery tickets he had on his
bureau. He jumped out of his seat and raced back towards his room.
If he was quick enough, he'd be able to catch the winning numbers on the
morning news program, which was already in progress.
His mother was entering the hallway when she saw her son racing towards
her. She backtracked two steps, just in the nick of time, as Ocher
flew past her into the living room. He switched on the television
set and held the two tickets in his hands.
The lottery numbers had apparently just been read, since the numbers were
still on the screen. He read them aloud as he looked at his tickets.
The first ticket wasn't even close. None of the numbers matched.
But the second ticket...
Ocher looked at the ticket again, then back at the screen. He
repeated the motion several times.
"What's going on, hon?" asked his mother.
Ocher slowly looked up at his mother, hands trembling.
"Mom...we're rich. I...I just won the lottery..."
Kelly looked over his shoulders at the ticket, then at the television
screen. Sure enough, the numbers were the same.
"I just won the lottery!!" shouted Ocher, hands held high. His
mother jumped up and down with glee. The two dragons held each other
at arms' length and danced in a circle.
"What are you going to do with the money?" asked Kelly.
Ocher just smiled to himself.
He turned in the
winning ticket at the Town Hall, and was given the money by Worthington
the third.
"My dear boy, let me get this straight. You want all of the
money now? However do you propose to carry it?" asked the
stately-looking unicorn.
Ocher thought about it for a moment. "Well, maybe just a hundred
thousand. I can come back later for the rest, right?"
Worthington smiled. "But of course! I shall see to it that
the funds are held in the vault. When you desire to pick up the
remainder, simply ask for me."
"Cool," replied Ocher. Worthington handed the towering yellow
dragon a small briefcase, full of money.
"There are two hundred thousand dollars in that case. Will that be
sufficient for now?"
"Oh yeah. It'll be great! Thanks!"
"Well, I should be the one giving thanks. I'm glad to finally have
the opportunity to relieve myself of some of this wealth. I cannot
seem to keep up with it, nor can I spend it quickly enough." The
unicorn paused for a moment, then added, "But in any case, my dear fellow,
do enjoy your new winnings."
"Oh man, I will! Thanks a lot! See ya around!"
"Good day to you too, dragon." Worthington lightly shook Ocher's
hand, then watched as the dragon quickly walked out the door. He
sighed deeply, then turned back to the Mayor's Office. Now he had to
get the next lottery started.
Ocher stepped up to
the front door of Melody's, chest thrust out, a big grin on his face.
He rang the doorbell and waited.
The door was opened by Dixie. She slowly lifted her eyes up towards
the huge dragon's face.
"Well, howdy, Ocher! What can Ah do fer ya?"
"Could you get Ivory for me, please? I just want to see the look on
her face-"
"The look on my face for what?" spoke the bunny, cutting Ocher off in
mid-sentence. She stepped into the doorway while Dixie headed back
into the livingroom, giving Ocher a friendly wink as she left.
Ocher snapped open the briefcase, and grinned horn to horn as Ivory's jaw
dropped.
"Looks like I'm gonna be your number one customer today, huh?" said
Ocher, microseconds before Ivory grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him
inside.
"Like, where did you get this?" whispered Ivory fiercely.
"I won the lottery. I've got a million bucks. So...howzabout
getting Melody?"
Ivory looked up at him and spoke. "You mean, like, for that
threesome you wanted?"
Ocher thought for a few seconds. Hell, he had more money now than
he knew what to do with. Why settle for just three girls?
"Nah. Go ahead and let the other girls know I'm looking to take on
everyone today."
Ivory blew a long, low whistle. "I guess I can't, like, say no to
that, huh?" She turned around and headed up the enormous spiral
staircase in the center of the livingroom. Ocher sat himself down on
one of the large sofas and waited.
Melody descended the
staircase elegantly, as she always did. Her dark blue, fur-trimmed
silk robe seemed to flow down the steps behind her. She reached the
bottom of the stairway and raised her eyebrow at Ocher.
"Ivory tells me you won the lottery. Congratulations!"
"Thanks! Man, I've been wanting to do this forever, and now I
finally got the money!"
Melody walked closer to him, her robe concealing her petite form.
"Well, there's no way I can turn you down now. Unless you do
something that we don't allow here. Then you're asking for
trouble." She smiled a little, and gave him a quick wink.
"Ivory said you want to take on all my girls, as well as me. Is
that right?"
"Yup!"
She snickered softly. "Ocher, seriously now. Do you really
think you can take on ALL of us?"
"Melody, I've got so much testosterone stored in my system right now, I
could probably do the whole town. Twice." Then he quickly
added, "Just the girls, though."
Melody laughed at this. "Well, come on up then, big boy.
We're all waiting for you upstairs." She grabbed his hand and led
him up the fabled staircase, the one which he had dreamed of ascending for
so many sleepless nights. He could barely conceal his excitement.
And if Melody kept holding his hand like that, he wouldn't be able to
conceal something else, either.
They reached the top of the landing, and then proceeded to walk down the
hallway towards the den. It was a large room, well appointed, and
currently contained all of Melody's girls: Ivory sat on an overstuffed
sofa, beside Trixie and Ebony. Another sofa, perpendicular to the
first, seated Dixie, Chloe and Kenya. Ocher looked at them all with
absolute lust in his eyes. Today he would become a man! A man
who would be unconscious and extremely sore after this ordeal, but a man
nevertheless!
Melody joined the
other girls and stood facing Ocher. She slowly dropped her robe,
exposing her bare body to Ocher's eyes. The other girls did the
same. Melody walked up to him and gently wrapped her hands around
Ocher's enormous cock.
"I want this thing inside me," she whispered.
"Do me up the ass!" hollered Trixie. Ivory shot her an angry glance
and said, "Me too! But, like, do me first!"
"Ah would love to swallow what you got in here," purred Dixie, stroking
the dragon's throbbing member.
"I want him after Melody gets him!" grinned Ebony.
"You wish, honey," replied Chloe, "You can have him after I'm done with
him! Look at the size of that thing!"
"Yeah," said Kenya, "I've never seen a guy get so turned on by filling
out lottery tickets before."
"Wh-what? What'd you say?" sputtered Ocher.
"I said you're sporting an awful lot of wood there for a guy who's
filling out lottery tickets."
Ocher blinked. He was suddenly aware that several people were
staring at him, and not one of them were any of Melody's girls. He
looked back at all the grocery customers, seemingly unable to comprehend
just what the hell was going on.
"I'm...not at Melody's?" he asked in a feeble voice.
"No dude, you're in the supermarket. But I bet you're wishing you
were at Melody's right now!" said one bystander.
A few of the store employees stopped to see what was going on. The
cute chipmunk clerk had just cleared her airway when she suddenly saw
Ocher's sizeable third leg. She suddenly choked on another piece of
the candy bar, and had to race to the cooler to grab another can of soda.
Ocher looked down at his crotch. He was too embarrassed to do
anything. All he could remember was his mother telling him, years
earlier, that he should get in the habit of wearing pants. Well, it
was too late for that now.
He quickly paid the giggling cashier, who seemed more focused on Ocher's
privates than on the actual transaction. The dragon took his lottery
tickets and began to walk out the store. By the time he reached the
front door, his previous arousal was no longer evident. Clutching
his mother's groceries in one hand, while the newest issue of the League
of Impossibly Powerful Superheroes continued to conceal his private parts,
he began heading back home.
Halfway to his house,
he passed a trashcan by a park bench. He crumpled up the lottery
tickets and threw them into the wastebasket. They had already gotten
him into enough trouble as it was. There was no telling how bad it
would get if he would actually win. Probably a lot worse.
A LOT worse.
THE END
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