Head to the Bathroom!

Marty bolted to his right, praying in his haste that he didn’t alert the guards to another person being there. He entered the bathroom, but only now did he realise that in his panic he had trapped himself. While he still had the option of running back, it sounded like the other two were just finishing up, and to make matters worse, Marty had a feeling that he wasn’t alone in here.

To his left were a series of bathroom stalls, and to his right were an equal amount of urinals with only one sink and mirror, but straight to the front of him was what appeared to be a shower room, and where the steam from before had seemingly originated from. The shower had been running as soon as he stepped into the room, but as he was thinking about what to do next, the shower had suddenly turned off.

On instinct alone, Marty **** himself into one of the bathroom stalls, locked the door and just sat down; hoping and praying that he wasn’t about to die. Suddenly he heard a series of footsteps emerge from the shower room. He lowered his head below the crack under the door to find two clawed feet.

Only his shaken state prevented him from exclaiming “What the fuck!?” Marty could barely make her out from his angle by looking at the bathroom mirrors. Apart from the feet, this person(??) had red, scaly skin, blonde mohawk like hair, a pair of small wings that were wrapped around her body, but a human like face. Judging by the pair of tits that weren’t so well hidden by the towel she wore, he made the assumption it was woman, but that’s all he could figure out for sure. She looked like a dragon, or a person mixed with a dragon, but that was impossible.

“Are you fucking serious!?” She shouted not even bothering to hide her contempt. She turned to hear the other men climaxing in the other room and breathe heavily. “This place - top to fucking bottom - seems to be filled with faggots who fucking shrivel up at the sight of a woman.”

She was evidently pissed off about something, but Marty assumed it was less about gay people, and more about other issues she was having. As soon as they both heard the other men make a break for it out the backdoor, the dragon removed her towel from her body and started to dry off her hair.

“God fucking damn it, can’t that asshole hurry up!?” She towelled off her hair with more **** than was necessary. “I spent months tracking down those elves for him and the first thing he says to me is-” She ceased her toweling and lifted one arm dramatically. “Have patience my dear. I want to have some fun with this,” she said in a mocking german accent. “Fucking asshole.”

Marty assumed she was talking about Gwen and Blair, but what did she call them? Elves? His mind was having difficulty wrapping around exactly what he had gotten himself into, and the consequences for his actions from this point onward. The dragon woman threw her towel on the floor as she stared deeply into the mirror.

“I need to get laid… badly,” she grumbled and headed straight towards Marty. He lifted his head and legs up so she wouldn’t see, but as fate would have it, the dragon took the stall right next to his. He nearly had a panic attack right there and then, but the other woman seemed unaware of Marty’s presence as she lowered the toilet seat and sat down to pee. He could hear the trickling of water next door and began to relax slightly, but Marty had forgotten about the phone in his pocket, and lifting his legs up had turned his pockets downwards, causing it to slide out and smack the floor; the sound echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Huh, who’s there?” Marty heard her call out. He hugged himself on the toilet, hoping that keeping quiet would be his saving grace, but then he noticed that the wall between his stall and the dragon’s had a suspicious hole in it. A hole more than big enough for her to peek through and see Marty sitting right beside her. He suddenly saw a red tail curve around his phone and scoop it up to the dragon’s side.

“Hey buddy, this yours?” She said in quiet voice. Marty didn’t respond, simply hoping that he could turn invisible if he willed it hard enough. “You want it back? Make yourself useful then.” He could hear her get off the bowl and shuffle about. “Stick that cock of yours in this hole. Right. Now.”