ROYAL REWARD: Catastrophic Crime Spree, Part 3 (Inanimate TF, Dragon Maid)

Tohru’s boobs bounced as she sauntered home from the mall, a smile on her face and a bagful of shopping swinging from each arm. Miss Kobayashi is going to be so happy to try my cooking tonight! 

The sun slipped over the horizon like a spilled yoke, and darkness slowly settled on the city. Tohru cocked her head, frowning in confusion. Had she really left it so late? She thought she’d had plenty of time to do her shopping and get home. 

A sudden flush of panic passed through her as she realized what this meant for her dinner date with Kobayashi. If she was too late, there wouldn’t be any time left to cook! Worse, Kobayashi might decide to eat something without her! At this rate, they were never going to get to share their romantic candlelit dinner! 

Head flicking left and right, Tohru bit her lip and wondered whether she should simply fly the rest of the way home. It would definitely be quickest… But Kobayashi always got so mad when she used her wings thoughtlessly. And besides, how would she carry her shopping in dragon form? Uurrrgh! There was no choice–! She’d just have to walk faster. 

Of course, Tohru’s maximum walking speed was faster than some racecars, so this was hardly an impediment. Speeding through the city, her shopping bags trailing in the wind behind her, Tohru grinned in delight as the apartment block appeared ahead. A little further, and she’d be home safe!

Something glinted in the corner of her vision. In an instant, Tohru slammed to a stop, bags rustling, and turned to squint at it, wondering what she’d seen. It reminded her of the glare from a telescope’s lens, but no one could possibly be spying on her when she was hidden by her magic, could they? 

She saw the glint again, clear as ever. No, she wasn’t imagining it: someone was spying on her. But for what rea–?

Something slammed into the tree behind her, cratering the wood. Turning, Tohru blinked to see a little dart, still steaming with the speed of its arrival.

Heart pounding a little faster, she whirled to face the source just in time for another dart to fly straight towards her. With a hiss, she dropped to the ground and leapt into a pounce, surging through the streets towards the source of the projectiles. 

The sniper’s lens glinted on the top of a nearby apartment block. Summoning all her strength, Tohru took a deep breath and leapt straight from the ground floor to the top, landing on the roof in a crash that shattered the stonework. The sniper didn’t have a second to react before she clawed him in half, flinging the broken shards of his body across the rooftop. 

Only as Tohru lowered her claw to grin in triumph did she realize something was wrong. Humans didn’t normally produce sparks when you broke them, did they? 

Something stabbed into her neck. With a gasp, she whirled, aiming a claw at the perpetrator, but halfway through the turn all the strength went from her limbs. She stumbled backward, vision blurring. “Wh-what?” 

A shadowy specter stood before her, face masked. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to grab them, but they had to do was a take a couple of steps back. She collapsed, striking the rooftop with a groan, and the figure placed a foot on her back, like a hunter proud of the beast they’d finally bagged. A thin chuckle escaped their mask. 

A second later, everything went black. 

*

Tohru woke in a tiny cell, cramped and dark. Water dripped in the corner. When she sniffed, the air smelled of mold. 

Groaning, she struggled to sit up, but the chains binding her wrists to the wall refused her with a jangle. Snarling, she grit her teeth and tugged harder, intended to rip them from the wall, but no matter how hard she pulled she couldn’t break them either. All the strength had gone from her arms. 

Looking around, she found her strength wasn’t the only thing her captors had taken from her. Her uniform–that is, her scales–was missing as well, and no matter how hard she tried to focus and replace it, she couldn’t summon her magic at all. What had they done to her? 

She had her horns and her tail still, at least, but she couldn’t bare her claws or breathe fire, either. Heart thudding a little faster with the second, she strained against the chains and sucked in a deep breath to cry out. “Hey! Heeeey! If you don’t let me out of her right this second–!” 

The door swung open, clanging against the wall loudly enough to temporarily stun her back into silence. And who should step inside but the familiar figure of the specter, their face masked and their clothing dark as ever. In their hand, they carried a simple metal briefcase, ominous as anything Tohru had ever seen. She swallowed as they approached her. 

Her courage returned like the tide. “Hey!” she cried, snarling. “If you don’t take these chains off–!” 

“Oh,” said the masked man, voice strangely androgynous. “I guess I forgot to gag you, didn’t I? Oh well. It won’t matter soon anyway.” Popping the latches of his case, he opened it to reveal an array of syringes, each holding a differently colored fluid, all disturbingly bright. It looked like someone had melted the rainbow and sieved its arcs. 

As beads of sweat dripped from Tohru’s brow, the masked man traced his finger from one end of the case’s contents to the other, coming to rest on a bright green syringe. “This one should do for you.” Plucking it from its sheath, he turned to her with a smile. 

Tohru felt a sudden flash of panic. Gasping, she pressed herself against the wall and squirmed, forcing her back painfully against the stone. “St-stay away from me! Stay away!” 

The masked man merely chuckled. Humming to his or herself, he knelt before her and raised the syringe, finger already planted on the plunger. “This will hurt for only the briefest second.” 

Tohru drew in the breath for one last protest, and in the same instant the specter struck like a scorpion. The needle slammed into her arm, penetrating her flesh as if she were no more than an ordinary human. Tohru could only gasp in shock, eyes widening in terror. Emerald light wove its way through her veins, shining through the skin as if it were no thicker than paper. 

As Tohru moaned in horror, the masked man slipped the syringe back into his briefcase, snapped it shut, and rose. “Now, let’s see what it makes of you.” Tohru had the terrible impression he was smiling. 

Like creeping vines, the threads of green slunk their way through the flesh, spreading rapidly from one arm over her impressive chest to the next even as they worked their way down her legs and up her neck. As they finished spreading, Tohru felt a sudden jerking sensation. And, like a marionette whose strings had just been pulled taut, she rose, snapped to her feet in an instant. She wanted to gasp, but her body refused to move. It was like all her muscles had been frozen. 

As she squirmed, struggling to make her body move, the monkey paw’s finger curled. With a gasp, she raised a hand, stuck out two fingers, and slammed them between her legs, driving them so deep inside herself she could only squeal in pleasure. A wave of shock washed through her form, making her screw up her eyes and whimper as her fingers wiggled inside her. Wh-what was she doing? Now wasn’t the time for–

Even as she fought to pluck her one hand from her pussy, her other raised itself on its own and grabbed one of her famous dragon-cup breasts. She squealed again, writhing in delight now, as a fresh burst of pleasure rolled through her form and shook her, making her entire figure thrum like an electric generator. Nnn~! What am I doing?! 

Her legs, trembling, lost what little strength remained to them. She dropped to her butt, landed on the harsh ground with a thud, and lay there moaning, thighs spread to show off her oozing cunt. Her fingers tickled her insides ferociously, like they were competing to bring her to orgasm as fast as possible. Once again, she tried to scream in protest, but her face refused to obey her commands: all she could do was raise her head to the ceiling and moan in pleasure, her tongue lolling from her mouth and her eyes rolling back. 

Her right hand, clamped tight to her breast, came to a sudden, abrupt stop, folds of flesh wrapped around its fingers and her nipple peaking erect through the gap. A moment later, her other hand stopped moving as well, her fingers sticking deep in her pussy and refusing to let themselves be pulled out, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t even wiggle them. 

As she struggled in this state, a wave of glossiness washed over Tohru’s form, turning her skin as slick as varnished wood and freezing every part of her in place, forever. Spreading swiftly up her form, it swept over her legs and her pussy and up over her stomach to her chest, locking her boobs mid-jiggle forever, while her tail it curled around playfully. Finally, it reached her head, where it paused for the slightest second, as if to give her time for one last orgasmic moan. With that, it washed over her face and froze it in a mask of utter delight, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling from her lips, cheeks bright red and slick with the sweat of her ecstasy. She looked like she was having more fun than most people have in their entire lives. 

Even as the last of her motion left her, Tohru squirmed inside, struggling to escape the trap of her own body. The pleasure had yet to fade and, worse, didn’t appear to be growing any weaker. To her horror, she found herself stuck on the edge of orgasm, unable to take that final step and grant herself release. All she could do was stand there, stand there and stew in her own utter ecstasy, unable to bring herself the slightest relief. It was torture. 

With a sound like a cracking ice, she started to shrink. Silent, though inside she was screaming even louder with pleasure, she collapsed from a human being into a tiny doll, no larger than a child’s plaything. Sitting there on the floor, unable to move even a centimeter, she could only moan as the masked man leaned down and wrapped his fingers around her, his touch setting off a thousand little bombs in her tiny, plastic skin. Nnn~! 

Raising her to his face, the specter thumbed her breasts. Tohru screamed inside. 

The masked man chuckled. “Perfect~.” 

***

Taking her from the cell, the masked man handed her to someone else, whose features Tohru couldn’t process either. This second person took her and placed her in a plastic mold, wrapping little plastic manacles around her arms and legs before sealing her in, a little pharaoh in her plastic sarcophagus. This done, he picked her and her coffin up and slipped it into a cardboard box. It had a little window on the front, one large enough for her to look out of and despair. 

A moment later, he placed this box in another box, and everything went dark as the lid closed atop her. Tohru could only lie in her new prison and stare, trembling in terror, wondering whether she’d ever escape, let alone be turned back to normal. This can’t be happening…! This can’t be happening to me! I’m a dragon, not some… not some disgusting plaything! She screamed in her head and tried to thrash and fight her fate, but no matter how hard she fought, her new body refused to obey her. And the pleasure… No matter how hard she wanted it to end, the pleasure refused to fade. In fact, her ecstasy grew a little more each time her new home jolted, and within a handful of hours she was on the verge of losing herself to it. All she wanted to do was touch herself. 

Finally, the lid of the box opened, a pair of hands wrenched Tohru’s smaller body out. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself resting on a shelf, looking out through the window of her prison onto the floor of what appeared to be a shop. A doll shop? Certainly there were hundreds of dolls around: dolls shaped like attractive women like herself in poses innocent and lewd and something halfway between, their bodies posed to seize the attention of the shop’s more refined customers. 

Dolls weren’t the only thing on offer, however: among them, Tohru saw other objects: magazines, DVD cases, miscellaneous memorabilia. The only thing they shared in common was the lewd women plastered over their every surface. 

If Tohru had any remaining hopes that the store in which she found herself wasn’t the seediest place in the universe, the customers who came through the front door soon snatched them away. She saw man after man arrive to browse the shelves: teenaged men and balding adults: men with spots and greasy hair and sagging guts and sweaty armspit. Tohru wouldn’t have wanted a man to touch her in the first place, but if she had to let one, she certainly wouldn’t pick any of these! A single touch, and she’d be smelling like cheese for a week, like some awful parody of the Midas touch! 

Unfortunately, she didn’t have much power to resist their attention. All she could do was lie there, lie there and wait, trembling inside, as man after man passed her station, casting their hungry eyes over her exposed body and licking their tongues in lust. She could see it! She could sense them doing it, even if they kept their mouths closed!

As man after man flicked her a glance and passed by, Tohru found the reality of her situation weighing on her more with every second. She couldn’t sit on this shelf here forever–eventually someone was going to want to buy her. And then…? What would happen to her then? 

She struggled to keep herself calm. No, she shouldn’t get carried away imagining terrible potentials. The other dragons would notice she was missing soon. And it should be trivial for Lucoa or Elma to find her and turn her back to normal. All she had to do was wait. Wait and–

Unless someone had captured them too. Unless someone had caught them off guard and knocked them out, and they were sitting beside her on the shelf, just waiting to be purchased as well. 

Tohru wasn’t sure if she actually had a heart anymore, but she felt it pounding faster and faster all the same. Moaning inside, she struggled and thrashed, desperately fighting to tear free of her bonds, to shake her box off the shelf, to do anything, anything, anything to escape this awful–

A pair of hands settled on the side of her box. Snapping out of her trance, Tohru looked up and found herself face to face with the greasiest young man she’d ever had the displeasure of looking at. She whimpered as his eyes roamed up and down her, lapping at her breasts and drinking up her thighs and just generally savoring her like a delicious piece of candy. She could practically feel his tongue against her flesh. N-no! Put me down! Put me down! 

Licking his lips, the young man turned and carried her to the counter. Tohru could only moan in abject terror. 

***

The stench of the young man’s bedroom didn’t do much to assuage her fears. Gods, what is that? It smells like… It smells like–! 

Planting his butt on the bed, the young man tore into her box like a starving man desperate for a meal. Tohru could only whimper in disgust as his chubby fingers scrabbled at her plastic coffin, ripping it out of the cardboard and tearing it apart as if he couldn’t do it fast enough. Tohru squealed as she flew free, sailing out of the box with a wild cry of terror. She landed on the mattress of the bed, which smelled even worse than the rest of the room. 

A moment later, a giant hand wrapped around her, the pressure of its fingers striking her with a pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Tohru screamed again as she sailed back into the air, body thrumming with the heat of being touched. 

Holding her to his face, the young man sniffed her, sniffed deeply, and closed his eyes as if savoring his scent. Tohru wanted to scream in disgust. I’m plastic! I don’t even smell of anything! 

Just as she thought things couldn’t get worse, he stuck out his tongue and licked her. 

Nnn~! Ah! Ah! Tohru squealed in utter pleasure as his tongue slid up the front of her body, catching her thighs and her pussy and ending at last with the breasts, which he doubled back to lick again, lathering in his saliva. His touch sent a lightning bolt coursing through her nerves, making her scream and twitch and thrash in delight, her mind bubbling with the heat of her pleasure. 

Finally, merely licking his new toy grew boring for her captor. Dropping her back onto the crusty sheets of the bed, he stood and dropped his pants, freeing the gigantic member hidden inside to spring out into the open, already sticky with precum. What remained of Tohru’s hope collapsed, shrinking to a point, as he snatched her up, placed her on the bedside cabinet, and aimed his awful shaft at her like a cannon, its tip oozing. 

Stop! Please, you can’t do this to me! I’m a dragon! I’m a dragon! I’m a–

Her new owner, of course, couldn’t hear a word she was saying. With a thin chuckle, he wrapped a hand around the rigid girth of his shaft, tightened his grip, and started to pump like he was trying to tear it off. The slapping sound of his hand striking his crotch, accompanying by his balls swinging back and forth beneath his member, left Tohru wanting to whimper in terror. No…! No… Please no! 

For the next minute, her owner didn’t slacken his pace at all. Face red with exertion, heavy breaths escaping his lips, he tightened his grip and pumped harder and harder and harder, making every ounce of flab on his body swing back and forth and back and forth, until at last–

Tohru sensed he was about to cum the instant before it happened. His breathing changed its pitch; his pumping changed its rhythm. He slowed, drawing in a heavy breath, and with one last harsh round of stroking, thrust himself over the finish line. It was enough of a warning for Tohru to brace herself, but what was the point when it made no difference all the same? 

Semen exploded from her owner’s cock, and in a heavy white rain it showered Tohru’s body, drenching her in thick, salty cockslop. In an instant, it coated her face, her breasts, her thighs, and flowed down her body to pool around her asscheeks. She felt it on her hyper-erogenous skin as if it were acid: an intense fire, a prickling flame, washed through her form, searing her as it scorched its way from one end of her body to the other, till she couldn’t think a single word through the crashing insistence of the pleasure. All she could do was lie there and scream in delight, body flooded with unbearable sensation and yet still unable to cum, still unable to cross that line and finally orgasm. The pleasure was painful. 

Looking down at her, her new owner grinned a smug grin and chuckled to himself. “This is a nice start, but I want to really coat you, you stupid slutty figurine.” 

His cock appeared again, leaving Tohru to whimper through the pain of the pleasure as his wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke once more. It wasn’t long before the second helping of semen flew from its tip to coat her more.

Nnn~! Someone! Help me! Heeeeelp! 

*

Half an eternity later, her new master finally exhausted himself. Falling back onto his bed, he lay there panting, his cock limp, her semen-slathered body clutched tightly to his chest. She was already so badly coated she could barely see through it. 

Sucking in a deep breath, her owner stood and examined her for an instant, chuckling in amusement. Then, without pause, he turned and slung her aside like a used condom. Striking the wall, she dropped and hit the floor with a thunk, chipping her head and popping her horns and tail out of their sockets. 

All she could do was lie there, pleading. 

***

Incident Report: Case 69-16

Name and Details: Tohru, Surname Unknown, Age Uncertain, Female

Personal Circumstances: Information on the victim is scarce, but preliminary invesgiation confirms she was working was the live-in maid of one Miss [REDACTED] Kobayashi, a 25-year-old office worker at Jigokumeguri System Engineering Inc. She was reported missing on 24/06/2024, after failing to return from a trip to the local shopping mall the previous evening. When questioned by detectives, Miss Kobayashi explained that it was common for Miss Tohru to disappear to her ‘other world’ for hours or days, explaining her lack of immediate alarm.  

Discovery: Following intensive investigation by the detectives assigned to Operation Thousand Strokes, the victim was located in the house of one Shinji Takeru, 19, a pattern consistent with other Case-69s. The victim was one of numerous figurines confiscated by investigators and required extensive cleaning to confirm Miss Tohru’s identity–despite the work of our specialist artisans, she remains somewhat chipped and stained. During interrogation, Mr. Takeru revealed that he had purchased the doll from Ushi no Toki Mairi, a specialist figurine store in Akihabara, whose owner purported to have never seen the victim before. Investigations are continuing. 

Current Location: Akihabara Station storehouse.