Here we have a long story involving Chris eventually meeting Cythout and being mated by the massive dragon. Lots of plot before the naught naught.",
"writing": "Meeting Cythot\nBy Typhlosionboy\n\nIt had happening a little over eighteen years ago, Chris Thalzor would be born into this world. However the young canine beastmen’s birth was no celebratory matter. Around this time a rare appearance of one of the dragons had been sighted heading towards a small remote village. In fact dragon sightings were so rare documented cases were generally hundreds of years apart from each other with very little info regarding their nature. However eye witness accounts, the few that were made, lay claim to a smoldering black and red striped fell beast with red spiky tips on his black feathered down would approach a small village. From there the beast began laying siege to the inhabitants burning their crops, houses, and even a few of their guards. However for whatever reason he would instead eat many of the villagers whole, not even chewing them any. Eventually the dragon found a maiden beast woman, and he laid claim to her carefully relieving his feral needs inside of her now stretched up vagina.\n\nThe few survivors claimed she became pregnant with the bear’s half child, but nobody knew for sure such a thing could be possible. Other rumors claimed if they didn’t kill her the child would become just like the father and destroy their villages. Many things were said, speculated, and contorted, but in the end the beast women left the remnants of her village, as did many others, and found new life elsewhere. It turned out being true that she was pregnant with the half child of a dragon, and though the birth was long, and arduous, the higher powers would seemingly see her through it. Luckily for her the only real indicator that her beloved son might be a dragon hybrid were the wings of the beast on his back. Though small, and not properly developed, it was at least clear to her who the father was, but if anybody ever asked she would always say she was attacked by a rogue group of bat like bandits. This would in the end work out, proving to save her child from the possibilities of persecution from having his blood spilled by the sin that was her rape pregnancy. During the transition into adolescence it became quite apparent her son also inherited some of the dragon's strength, and so her son would be scripted\n\nNow Chris had recently talked with his mom about the experience, though she was a bit aged, the beastmen race had strong bodies that lasted a while, even longer than men at times. She had told him everything that happened, directed him to books, and story tellers of a possible island where it was said that the dragons resided on. The stories along with any written documents had always mentioned how anybody who tried finding it were supposedly never heard from again, or those who did come back ended up not finding anything save for a sandbar or two. The mythical island had been called Uadugai, according to what Chris could find, but what it meant he had no inkling of an idea. What he did have though, was a supposed copy of the map made of where the border was suspected to be, but again it was all speculation.\n\nThe bulky canid would inform his mother of his upcoming trip with a group of Mariners who had spent a good portion of their lives out on the open sea, traveling across the ocean and docking at various ports. They claimed to have seen it, at least from a distance, and so he told his mother he was going to attempt to land on it. Obviously this would make her frown as she didn’t think it was a good idea, but he had promised her that he would safely return stating the ship had plenty of rowboats in case anything went wrong. This did little to ease the worry his mother still held for her dear son, but she knew he could not be swayed, and thus allowed him on this journey, to at the very least bring him back sooner then of he left without telling her. The following days Chris spent traveling across the hillside, until it started to give way to wispy beaches filled with the air that stung from the sea salt mixed in. Now he was at the port town of Nerubi, although a smaller town due to the local surroundings not having much going on, it was still a lively spot to be, and Chris would make the most of it before they set out tomorrow.\n\nThis obviously meant locating and meeting crew mates beforehand, then enjoying some time in a local pub where they could enjoy some local seafood as well as some hearty ale, making sure not to get any of the watered down stuff either. The evening was spent with all the men chatting away, telling various sailor tales with Chris listening in, and only really giving remarks when inquired about what he would’ve done in a certain situation. Eventually though one of the rough seamen asked him why he wanted to go to the island rumored to hold the fiercest creatures, not only that, but to an island that was rumored to be impossible to approach as storks swirled around the outer edges, constantly ready to swallow up ships and souls foolish enough to approach it.\n\nThough Chris' real reason was a bit too sensitive to reveal, he did had a bit of backstory to provide for a different one. “Well, remember that village that actually got attacked, and burnt by a real dragon? Well my mother was a survivor, unfortunately my father didn’t make it out. I have a bit of business I’d like to settle if possible, maybe even bring back some treasure.”\n\nThe captain then spoke up, “Ah a bit of a wee grudge I be sensing from this young lad here. Yes he but a fool swimming to his grave, but to each his own and if you come back a better man from this then good luck to you. If you come back of course, and that’s a mighty big if for one wishing to challenge a mythical beast that is written to have the strength of a god.”\n\n“I’ll be fine, I’ve been surviving on my own since my Dad has disappeared, a couple of overgrown lizards aren’t going to stop me now.” Chris said, pretending to give his best angry expression he could.\n\n“Eh that’s the spirit wee lad, and maybe if yer survive you can become a part of our crew.”\n\n“Yeah, that might be beneficial to me later, like you guys said if I survive.”\n\n“Ah well lad don’t be staying up too late, we got the open sea waiting for us at the crack of dawn ye hear. Now let’s get us some shut eye the big day is almost upon us.”\n\nSo everybody finished their chatter, with it steadily winding down until all the folks made their way to each of the rooms they had been assigned. Chris himself would also leave near the end, enjoying the last few sips of ale before calling it a night. The canine made his way to the barkeep in order to grab his key, and from there up to his bedroom so he could head to sleep. Like most nights this one was mostly uneventful, the rugged canine did have a dream though. It seemed more like a vision, he could see the sea below as if he was flying from above. There was vast quantities of water, yet it took only a fraction of the time to traverse in then being on a ship. Suddenly a mass of land steadily became visible, in fact it looked rather familiar almost, as if he had seen it before, yet it was somehow different. The trees were smaller almost younger looking, the grass itself was even brighter, and suddenly it became clear what was about to happen. A sensation of dread filled Chris' mind as the vision took him to his old village, except it looked to be in better condition.\n\nChris quickly realized something was wrong as he watched the vision of fire light his hometown ablaze, the bell chiming off in the distance. Then suddenly he awake with a mixture of anger, confusion, and relief as he noticed a bell actually chiming off in the distance now that he was awake. Though looking out the window it seemed like the sun was just thinking about waking up as well. Reluctantly Chris got himself out of bed as he headed downstairs with his supplies as he ordered some breakfast, then gave up some coin for the food, scarfed it down, then ,made his way to the docks where the crew was starting to load up. They greeted him, telling him glad he could make it, and then from there Chris proceeded to also assist in loading up supplies.\n\nIt wouldn’t take long before everything was packed, and ready for sailing, the trip would take two weeks to get there, two weeks back, and whatever time they could spend on the island if they survived initial entry, or if it was actually where they thought it might be. After all this entire trip was based on the speculation that their was indeed land nearby, but Chris already knew about these risks and knew he had to at least try. So everyone was eventually on board, and Chris was now sailing the seas for the first time in his life, and surprisingly his stomach held up just fine too. The seas were calm mostly, with an occasional storm here or there during the night, their days were mostly spent cooking, cleaning, maybe counting supplies, and of course many a board games including but not entirely limited to chess.\n\nBy day there progress was charted, and by night a cartographer would work in tangent with reading the stars also know as star mapping. This was of course to prevent them from getting lost, while Chris was expected to sleep most nights, one in a while the crew would male him work for his keep doing the night watch making sure one didn’t come across any rocks on the open sea, or just making sure other ships weren’t sailing nearby on a collision course. Eventually the allotted time had passed give or take a day or two extra than expected due to rougher waters as they got closer. It however seemed after a bit more traveling the waters calmed, and the distinct sight of land could be noticed in the horizon. That was exactly when everyone cheered, shouted for joy, exclaimed they would be famous for finding the land of the dragons, and started to pour some ale to enjoy.\n\nUnfortunately something was bothering Chris, he could feel it, something in part of his body told him that they shouldn’t be here. Instead of remaining a silent wimp, he spoke up, exclaiming something didn’t feel right. Of course they joked and teased him, claiming he suddenly was worried about actually confronting a dragon. Although that may nabe been true, his body was screaming at him about how they were intruding, and shouldn’t be here. Once again Chris tried to explain this place doesn’t feel right, but they just laughed it off, then handed him another mug full of ale. He drank it still unable to shake the uneasy feeling penetrating his body, but unfortunate for him it seems his instincts had been right.\n\n“Hey uhm Captain, do you see that over there?” a random crew member pointed out.\n\n“What, what’s over there?” The captain grumbled aloud not seeing what his crew member did.\n\nThen suddenly it became more apparent as a rapidly approaching purple light began approaching as if a ripple upon a pond emanating out in all directions from the center point. Chris quickly shouted for everybody to get down as instinct took over, causing him to duck without even hesitating. Almost everyone else did as well, but unfortunately whoever was steering the ship would get blown off the ship when the light hit, vibrating and shaking the whole ship with sounds of wood cracking and splintering all about. Most everybody was still okay, and thankfully for them somebody else knew how to steer the ship as well, but that wouldn’t save them. In fact it became very clear soon that they would need to abandon ship as the groaning wood creaked ever louder with more pressure put upon the boards.\n\nLifeboats were being readied and Chris had just managed to get into his when a second wave began emanating outwards from the center of the land mass. Once again it struck with the same deadly force, this time causing further destruction to the ship, knocking several people over, and forcing the rope to buckle, and snap under the strained pulley system. This of course caused Chris to plummet with the life boat upon the ocean mere meters below them knocking Chris temporarily unconscious. The last thing he would remember seeing from his floating wooden tomb, was the veteran crew sinking or panicking to the other remaining life boat as the ship slowly went under. There was blackness for a period of time, Chris would not know how long would pass during his unconscious state, but when he did finally awake, he found himself thirsty, cold, and hungry all at once.\n\nThe shipwrecked canine could barely see at first, but then realizing his eyes had been closed this entire time, he then noticed the shift into better night vision didn’t take very long at all. In fact when he looked at the rather large full moon it gleamed so much he had to momentarily look away, wondering how something could barely light up the sky yet grace the world with its alluring silvery presence. Just another mystery of their world Chris thought to himself as he scanned the nearby beachside for any surviving materials or even barrels. Though sadly most of what he found was unable to be used, Chris did found a few surviving barrels of supplies, including some ale which he could drink, with a few crates filled with other goodies including some heavily salted meat, gunpowder, a few small knives, and other miscellaneous items like a compass, canteen, a ladle, and a small tea kettle. The young canine would use his youthful strength, what little he still had, to gather the washed up planks, and the crates as well, placing them all in one spot upon the beach. The lonely canine would drink what ale he did until he was satisfied, and find a few other supplies to munch on including some grains that were still thankfully dry. Then once again he stacked some crates and planks around and over the pile until he made a makeshift shelter with one open side to get in and out. Then the tired canine though still a bit hungry, he was at least able to sate his thirst for now, and so the darkness of slumber with the aching pain of his bruised body let him fall asleep to the sounds of the nearby ocean waves.\n\nThe next the battered shipwrecked survivor would awaken to find himself slightly soaked in the warm waves of the nearby ocean as the high tide had slipped in overnight. This made him realize perhaps he needed to relocate, definitely further inland if at all possible. The question was would he be able to find anything to eat or drink. So the next few days Chris spent some time relocating the shelter, gathering anything nearby of use, and surviving off of his dwindling supplies while focusing on making tools, weapons, and even a satchel with some leftover leather he found. It was rough brutal work, all of it he had learned by performing various menial labor jobs in order to provide for him, and of course his mother. So he had plenty of experience with various crafts thankfully for him, and eventually he was able to now being the surviving food with him for later, and plenty of the ale too.\n\nNow the real task Chris had to do was set out, and explore the island, what he was going to do about the dragon would have to come later, since his most basic task would be to survive now that he had very little resources. So the canine would begin tracking through the land venturing deeper into his surroundings in search of the truth to his birth. Chris had no idea where he was going in terms of Navigation, beyond a compass he had found which pointed north. Of course beyond that he knew nothing about his surroundings or the lands geography either, except the most obvious things which were only a few. Firstly, Chris had washed ashore on the Southern part of the continent, or island as far as he knew maybe even both. Secondly was there was the beach, then of course the obvious tropical jungle before him maybe fifty meters away. However as the canid beastman scanned both in front, and behind him he did notice in the far off distance that there was what looked like a primitive dock of sorts.\n\nSo the canine made his way to the dock, and noticed it looked rather decently maintained, with a small boat nearby to suggest maybe a fisherman of sorts lived nearby. There was no point in trying to take the boat to escape, as that would be counter productive, not to mention he probably couldn’t get very far in the rowboat if another storm hit, or whatever those purple flashes were. So with the limited supplies Chris had, he searched for a path, even if it was small, chances are somebody still used these docks and he needed their help, and perhaps a place to sleep as well that wasn’t exposed to the elements. Luckily for Chris, he would indeed find a path, though quite small, it was enough to indicate people, or maybe other beastmen.\n\nBefore heading into the thickets of the jungle Chris took a moment to glance back at the beach, watching as the sun in all its brilliant glory would bestow the life giving light upon this land. He took a moment to cherish it’s simple beauty, for he knew not what lay beyond this beach, and within the greater depths of the jungle. With a brief smile the canine beastman hybrid headed into the thickets, following the path to who knows where. With a brave heart, and a strong will, Chris did his best to not foolishly try to muscle his way through the jungle. It was okay to be brave, but to be foolishly brave could cost one their life, or even the lives of others, and that isn’t something he could afford right now; not when he was so close to possibly getting answers. The canine had wished he had made more canteens to carry what little ale had survived the wreckage, but hopefully he had enough he thought to himself as he took a brief moment to gulp some down.\n\nThe canine would travel for about an hour over rough, rugged, uneven terrain where vines, and various tree roots poked out hoping to trip of those unaware of their surroundings. Luckily for Chris he wasn’t a stranger to plant life and their weird quirks with various root systems, he was however not acquainted with the humidity that began to become a more constant drain on energy, but thankfully for his sake he managed to find a wood shack off the beaten bath. Though the shack might be abandoned, Chris didn’t want to risk entering without warning and getting attacked. On second thought he also didn’t want to give away he was there without first peeking in in case crazy cannibals lived in the jungle. Though bot sure how helpful that would actually be, Chris saw a bunch of pelts, drying racks filled with meat, and thankfully none of it looked like it belong to a fellow beastman, or even a human for that matter.\n\nKnocking on the door, Chris was taking a huge risk, even more so when he knocked a second time. He was about to turn away when the door finally opened, and a rather tall, yet slightly more muscular male stood before him grumbling about who the hell could possibly be outside his door. Taking a moment to look at Chris, the figure realized he wasn’t from around here, and as such immediately let him in oddly enough, after taking a hard glance at his wings, even going so far as to tug at them to make sure they were real. This alone sort of confused the red and black skinned canine as he wasn’t expecting this sort of reaction, and was rather annoyed at his wings being messed with so casually. In response, the canine would flap his wings to create a short rapid burst of air that was forceful enough to push the beastmen back, when Chris applied some focus at it.\n\n“Oy, calm yourself mate. I ain’t gonna hurt cha. I was just checking your wings to see if they was real. After all I haven’t seen your face, and I figures you might be new around these parts. Tell me young'in what brings you to my rinky a dink shack?”\n\n“Well sir, to tell the truth I’m looking for a way to find some of the dragons.”\n\n“Yer be looking for the largest scaliest beasts that roam these lands? Well mate in that case it seems ye is a looking in thee wrong spot. You see them scaly fire breathers live in the more northern regions where the largest of mountains reside. Here you be as far south and warm as one can get, save for the wastelands, they be warmer than us but not as pretty.”\n\n“Where exactly would one find a path to take them to the northern lands?”\n\n“Ha you want to go to the Northern lands? You youngins are either really brave of foolhardy, but how about what. I’ll tell you how to get to the nearest town, and maybe they can tell you how to get there. I wouldn’t get too excited there ladey, most folk don’t go near those mountains, and yee might get some funny looks just for a mentioning them bad boys.”\n\n“Well, either way I need to get there mister, I have some unsettled business to finish up.”\n\n“Ah, a brave young fool, well how about you come in and rest up for the night. Darkness will soon be upon us it you look rather famished.”\n\nSo Chris would stay the night with his fellow beastmen, the two chatted throughout the evening, ate a hearty stew together, and the elder gave directions on how to find the nearest town from his location. Afterwards the two ended up hitting the hay, then Chris said his goodbyes in the morning as he took off to the town he had been guided towards via a small piece of parchment . Steadily Chris made his way to the town, which in itself took a few days, with nights being spent hiding in the jungle undergrowth which was also dangerous as well. Luckily Chris not only made it to the town, but was able to get more info in regards to where he needed to go, but as expected he did get funny looks. Chris also realized he was running short on supplies, he had almost no ale left, and his food supply was mostly used up just getting to the town.\n\nSo Chris did menial labor jobs around the town, any and all that he could find to earn his coin. It would pay for his meals, his stay, and would allow him to save up to purchase supplies for his upcoming trip. Though a few weeks had passed, he had been thinking about his mother, he wondered if she heard about the ship sinking, and if any of his crew mates had survived did they all think he was dead as well? He promised it wouldn’t take long, but not he wondered if she thought she had lost her only son, if she was even holding up on her own. He figured it might still be a while before she heard the news if anybody told her. Chris would regain his focus as he pressed on with his mission, buying up plenty of food, ale, and bandages as well as herbs needed to proceed to the next location. Though the town itself was surrounded my the wilderness of the jungle, it seemed like they handled themselves rather well. Chris also noticed a lot of weapon and armor making going on, and so Chris purchased himself a long sword as well.\n\nOnce the canine felt prepared enough he began to head north by following the path that travelled parallel to the river almost in its entirety. Chris would follow the path taking breaks as needed, but not long ones either, and being smart having prepared in advance, when nightfall came Chris used the wooden beam, with the cloth he had bought to set up a make shift camp. This would go on for several days as the land steadily changed from a lush jungle to more of a Savannah grassland, which was just as hot but had even less moisture in the air. Several more days past that the terrain changed to a more rugged hilly area, and the river had steadily shrunk, which indicated Chris was getting closer to the source of the river, and seemingly a massive set of mountain ranges off in the distance. They were probably about half a day’s walk away, but at this point the path no longer really existed, just the stream he had been following. Eventually Chris knew his chances of encountering a dragon now were higher than ever, according to the last village their wasn’t any towns really further north than them in the region, and that if he didn’t find dragons the only others he would find were outcasts, maybe even barbarians.\n\nChris could understand living in these rugged hills would definitely only suit a meager existence, and as such he was thankfully he had invested in a long sword along with a few swordsmanship lessons. Just when Chris thought their wasn’t any real way to find a dragon, he remained hearing rumors that dragons hoard gold, or any other valuables, but he had also heard certain species of dragons had no care for such trivial things either and that it depended entirely on the dragon’s personality. Honestly the entire time he had spent in the land of Uadugai, he had no idea if they worshipped the dragons or were completely terrified of them, maybe both. Whatever the relationship was, Chris started to realize maybe killing a dragon wasn’t going to be feasible, but maybe he could at least get answers. So Chris carefully searched around the foot of mountains in search of a path, or anything to give any indication of where a dragon might be, but it seems even the rumored barbarians probably stick closer to the forested low lands out of site.\n\nEither way Chris painstakingly spent a few days at the foothills searching for any evidence of a dragon’s den, and it was on the third day that he found a dragon off in the distance. Chris watched as the larger beige looking lizard flew about towards a cliff side, in fact Chris could almost see his leathery hide from the hill he was at below. A loud almost deafening roar signaled the beasts arrival onto the mountain cliff, where he looked around for a moment before disappearing inside, and now Chris had found exactly what he had been looking for quiet some time. As such the canine took a momentary break to drink some food, and down some hearty ale, after all for whatever he knew the beast might end up taking a nap or quiet slumber. Chris wanted to approach undetected, or at least not get stopped before reaching the top, and so after a brief rest the young adult beastmen made his way further up the cliff side, taking a long way around to avoid sharp drop offs. Eventually he would make his face to a gathering off holes within a section of the mountainside, making it rather difficult to pinpoint which one he needed.\n\nGrabbing a nearby stick, wrapping some cloth he had bought specifically for this occasion, he then doused it in some oil, and starting striking flint together for making sparks as he lit himself a torch. Then putting the flint back, along with what remained with the jug of oil, Chris pressed forward into the largest of the group of caverns. The deeper he pressed, the more nervous he became, the wet damp soil with small drips of water from the ceiling became more apparent the further he went, until he came upon a larger room. It was clear a small group of bats lived here based upon the guano droppings, but thankfully besides a few stalagmites as well as stalactites. Looking around Chris knew he was in the right area as he saw massive imprints from that of what was most likely the dragon he had just seen an hour or so earlier. Nervously the canine would follow the steps deeper into the cavern, and before long he came across something if great intrigue. A massive cavern system filled with the most luxurious Crystal’s, with seams of gold lining the walls in veins, along with who knows what else, possibly even some gemstones as well.\n\nThen he saw it, Chris would notice in the far back the dragon he saw earlier, and as such would begin to approach. Though he maintained his composure, Chris couldn’t help but feel uneasy the closer he got to the beast, and soon he had no choice but to keep pressing forward. Even after Chris saw he had been spotted, he maintained composure, for the beast oddly did not charge at him, but Chris still kept the sword close in its hilt. Soon he was face to face with the towering beast, but nether said went for an attack, rather just an uneasy tension would steadily fill the air. Finally though the dragon was first to speak.\n\n“What brings you here traveler? Do you wish to make a foolish attempt to slay me, or perhaps there is something you wish to know?” the large scaled beast said with an emphasis on his s's.\n\n“Well, I came to this continent seeking revenge, but over time I realized I’d rather have information. So great beast of flame, may I inquire upon you for some knowledge instead?”\n\n“Well, since you don’t wreck like the outcasts, hmm yes and it seems you haven’t tried stealing anything from my cave either. I suppose I can part with some knowledge upon you, but there is something I want first, ah and yes it seems I can give you one bit of free knowledge first.”\n\n“Uhm, sure. Though I doubt I have anything you could possibly want.”\n\n“Ah well, that’s where you are wrong, come close and I’ll share the first bit free of charge.” The dragon said guiding the smaller mammal close to his large frame. With a touch of his claw directly to the head of Chris, the young canine was filled with knowledge about how the blood that coursed through him, his half dragon side. “Now, I already know what question you have regarding the dragon who forced himself upon your mother. I’ll kindly tell you he lives far off to the west in the wastelands, he lives a pitiful existence with barely enough food to get by, even raping and devouring local bandits and others he might come across. He is what you might call…a bad apple, and when he dies which will be sooner than the rest of us, may his soul be reborn and freed from his pain.”\n\n“Wow that was rather…philosophical. So, what was it that you wanted from me?” Chris said casually, though was admittedly a little nervous.\n\n“Hmk yes well, female dragons are rare, and not very ,any can take a full dragon’s girth and live. However being one of the stronger hybrids, I’d like you to transform, and then we shall have a courtship.”\n\n“A courtship….with me? Are you…you know sure you want me for that?”\n\n“Mmmh? Perhaps you would rather be devoured and enjoy knowing your loved ones would never see you again as you pass through my bowels?”\n\n“Alright, I’ll transform one moment.”\n\nChris felt his body start to slowly change, grow larger, more powerful, almost like some sort of wilderness took ahold of his brain, but then as he let out a large deafening roar he felt his mind return to normal, as he also felt the male dragon before him approach him from behind. It took only a few moments of the brown horned dragon to sniff at Chris' new form before his dual dragon cocks were already poking out. Chris groaned as he suddenly felt a push then a heavy weight upon the back of his new form, the dragon was now officially mating with Chris. Chris groaned as he felt his anus get spread apart by the thick girth ribbed dragon cock, and although he was embarrassed to admit it, he quite rather enjoyed having his backside stretched, at least in this new form of his. Cythot, would mount Chris repeatedly, slamming his large feral dragon cock in and out, one of his dual penises penetrating while the other was kept out and would pulsate eagerly from the stimulation it was feeling from it’s twin cock.\n\nChris groaned and roared loudly feeling his leathery dragon butt get stretched to reveal the softer warmer, pink insides of his thick dragon form. Somehow Chris could also feel some sort of blinding occur in his psyche, he wasn’t sure what it was, but the more the two had sex the more Chris wanted to stay, and never leave. This feeling would only get reinforced as the large brown dragon pressed his cock as deep as he could, then shoot forth his hot thick load deep inside of Chris' ass, while the other cock squirted a hot load onto the cave floor beneath them as they mated. Then Cythot curled his neck around, and gave Chris a bet wet dragon smooch where the two would curl themselves together for hours upon hours making out and playing with each others dicks. Chris had become Cythot's mate, and eventually the initially overwhelming lust would fade away, and Chris regain his senses. Though now mated, the canine would revert back to his normal form, stating he would visit from time to time, and all he needed to do was call for him. Cythot nodded, gave the canine a smooch with his big dragon muzzle, and Chris took off to the skies to inform his mother he was doing okay, and continue helping her out, and whenever Cythot needed some love or simply company, Chris would be there.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Meeting Cythot By Typhlosionboy
It had happening a little over eighteen years ago, Chris Thalzor would be born into this world. However the young canine beastmen’s birth was no celebratory matter. Around this time a rare appearance of one of the dragons had been sighted heading towards a small remote village. In fact dragon sightings were so rare documented cases were generally hundreds of years apart from each other with very little info regarding their nature. However eye witness accounts, the few that were made, lay claim to a smoldering black and red striped fell beast with red spiky tips on his black feathered down would approach a small village. From there the beast began laying siege to the inhabitants burning their crops, houses, and even a few of their guards. However for whatever reason he would instead eat many of the villagers whole, not even chewing them any. Eventually the dragon found a maiden beast woman, and he laid claim to her carefully relieving his feral needs inside of her now stretched up vagina.
The few survivors claimed she became pregnant with the bear’s half child, but nobody knew for sure such a thing could be possible. Other rumors claimed if they didn’t kill her the child would become just like the father and destroy their villages. Many things were said, speculated, and contorted, but in the end the beast women left the remnants of her village, as did many others, and found new life elsewhere. It turned out being true that she was pregnant with the half child of a dragon, and though the birth was long, and arduous, the higher powers would seemingly see her through it. Luckily for her the only real indicator that her beloved son might be a dragon hybrid were the wings of the beast on his back. Though small, and not properly developed, it was at least clear to her who the father was, but if anybody ever asked she would always say she was attacked by a rogue group of bat like bandits. This would in the end work out, proving to save her child from the possibilities of persecution from having his blood spilled by the sin that was her rape pregnancy. During the transition into adolescence it became quite apparent her son also inherited some of the dragon's strength, and so her son would be scripted
Now Chris had recently talked with his mom about the experience, though she was a bit aged, the beastmen race had strong bodies that lasted a while, even longer than men at times. She had told him everything that happened, directed him to books, and story tellers of a possible island where it was said that the dragons resided on. The stories along with any written documents had always mentioned how anybody who tried finding it were supposedly never heard from again, or those who did come back ended up not finding anything save for a sandbar or two. The mythical island had been called Uadugai, according to what Chris could find, but what it meant he had no inkling of an idea. What he did have though, was a supposed copy of the map made of where the border was suspected to be, but again it was all speculation.
The bulky canid would inform his mother of his upcoming trip with a group of Mariners who had spent a good portion of their lives out on the open sea, traveling across the ocean and docking at various ports. They claimed to have seen it, at least from a distance, and so he told his mother he was going to attempt to land on it. Obviously this would make her frown as she didn’t think it was a good idea, but he had promised her that he would safely return stating the ship had plenty of rowboats in case anything went wrong. This did little to ease the worry his mother still held for her dear son, but she knew he could not be swayed, and thus allowed him on this journey, to at the very least bring him back sooner then of he left without telling her. The following days Chris spent traveling across the hillside, until it started to give way to wispy beaches filled with the air that stung from the sea salt mixed in. Now he was at the port town of Nerubi, although a smaller town due to the local surroundings not having much going on, it was still a lively spot to be, and Chris would make the most of it before they set out tomorrow.
This obviously meant locating and meeting crew mates beforehand, then enjoying some time in a local pub where they could enjoy some local seafood as well as some hearty ale, making sure not to get any of the watered down stuff either. The evening was spent with all the men chatting away, telling various sailor tales with Chris listening in, and only really giving remarks when inquired about what he would’ve done in a certain situation. Eventually though one of the rough seamen asked him why he wanted to go to the island rumored to hold the fiercest creatures, not only that, but to an island that was rumored to be impossible to approach as storks swirled around the outer edges, constantly ready to swallow up ships and souls foolish enough to approach it.
Though Chris' real reason was a bit too sensitive to reveal, he did had a bit of backstory to provide for a different one. “Well, remember that village that actually got attacked, and burnt by a real dragon? Well my mother was a survivor, unfortunately my father didn’t make it out. I have a bit of business I’d like to settle if possible, maybe even bring back some treasure.”
The captain then spoke up, “Ah a bit of a wee grudge I be sensing from this young lad here. Yes he but a fool swimming to his grave, but to each his own and if you come back a better man from this then good luck to you. If you come back of course, and that’s a mighty big if for one wishing to challenge a mythical beast that is written to have the strength of a god.”
“I’ll be fine, I’ve been surviving on my own since my Dad has disappeared, a couple of overgrown lizards aren’t going to stop me now.” Chris said, pretending to give his best angry expression he could.
“Eh that’s the spirit wee lad, and maybe if yer survive you can become a part of our crew.”
“Yeah, that might be beneficial to me later, like you guys said if I survive.”
“Ah well lad don’t be staying up too late, we got the open sea waiting for us at the crack of dawn ye hear. Now let’s get us some shut eye the big day is almost upon us.”
So everybody finished their chatter, with it steadily winding down until all the folks made their way to each of the rooms they had been assigned. Chris himself would also leave near the end, enjoying the last few sips of ale before calling it a night. The canine made his way to the barkeep in order to grab his key, and from there up to his bedroom so he could head to sleep. Like most nights this one was mostly uneventful, the rugged canine did have a dream though. It seemed more like a vision, he could see the sea below as if he was flying from above. There was vast quantities of water, yet it took only a fraction of the time to traverse in then being on a ship. Suddenly a mass of land steadily became visible, in fact it looked rather familiar almost, as if he had seen it before, yet it was somehow different. The trees were smaller almost younger looking, the grass itself was even brighter, and suddenly it became clear what was about to happen. A sensation of dread filled Chris' mind as the vision took him to his old village, except it looked to be in better condition.
Chris quickly realized something was wrong as he watched the vision of fire light his hometown ablaze, the bell chiming off in the distance. Then suddenly he awake with a mixture of anger, confusion, and relief as he noticed a bell actually chiming off in the distance now that he was awake. Though looking out the window it seemed like the sun was just thinking about waking up as well. Reluctantly Chris got himself out of bed as he headed downstairs with his supplies as he ordered some breakfast, then gave up some coin for the food, scarfed it down, then ,made his way to the docks where the crew was starting to load up. They greeted him, telling him glad he could make it, and then from there Chris proceeded to also assist in loading up supplies.
It wouldn’t take long before everything was packed, and ready for sailing, the trip would take two weeks to get there, two weeks back, and whatever time they could spend on the island if they survived initial entry, or if it was actually where they thought it might be. After all this entire trip was based on the speculation that their was indeed land nearby, but Chris already knew about these risks and knew he had to at least try. So everyone was eventually on board, and Chris was now sailing the seas for the first time in his life, and surprisingly his stomach held up just fine too. The seas were calm mostly, with an occasional storm here or there during the night, their days were mostly spent cooking, cleaning, maybe counting supplies, and of course many a board games including but not entirely limited to chess.
By day there progress was charted, and by night a cartographer would work in tangent with reading the stars also know as star mapping. This was of course to prevent them from getting lost, while Chris was expected to sleep most nights, one in a while the crew would male him work for his keep doing the night watch making sure one didn’t come across any rocks on the open sea, or just making sure other ships weren’t sailing nearby on a collision course. Eventually the allotted time had passed give or take a day or two extra than expected due to rougher waters as they got closer. It however seemed after a bit more traveling the waters calmed, and the distinct sight of land could be noticed in the horizon. That was exactly when everyone cheered, shouted for joy, exclaimed they would be famous for finding the land of the dragons, and started to pour some ale to enjoy.
Unfortunately something was bothering Chris, he could feel it, something in part of his body told him that they shouldn’t be here. Instead of remaining a silent wimp, he spoke up, exclaiming something didn’t feel right. Of course they joked and teased him, claiming he suddenly was worried about actually confronting a dragon. Although that may nabe been true, his body was screaming at him about how they were intruding, and shouldn’t be here. Once again Chris tried to explain this place doesn’t feel right, but they just laughed it off, then handed him another mug full of ale. He drank it still unable to shake the uneasy feeling penetrating his body, but unfortunate for him it seems his instincts had been right.
“Hey uhm Captain, do you see that over there?” a random crew member pointed out.
“What, what’s over there?” The captain grumbled aloud not seeing what his crew member did.
Then suddenly it became more apparent as a rapidly approaching purple light began approaching as if a ripple upon a pond emanating out in all directions from the center point. Chris quickly shouted for everybody to get down as instinct took over, causing him to duck without even hesitating. Almost everyone else did as well, but unfortunately whoever was steering the ship would get blown off the ship when the light hit, vibrating and shaking the whole ship with sounds of wood cracking and splintering all about. Most everybody was still okay, and thankfully for them somebody else knew how to steer the ship as well, but that wouldn’t save them. In fact it became very clear soon that they would need to abandon ship as the groaning wood creaked ever louder with more pressure put upon the boards.
Lifeboats were being readied and Chris had just managed to get into his when a second wave began emanating outwards from the center of the land mass. Once again it struck with the same deadly force, this time causing further destruction to the ship, knocking several people over, and forcing the rope to buckle, and snap under the strained pulley system. This of course caused Chris to plummet with the life boat upon the ocean mere meters below them knocking Chris temporarily unconscious. The last thing he would remember seeing from his floating wooden tomb, was the veteran crew sinking or panicking to the other remaining life boat as the ship slowly went under. There was blackness for a period of time, Chris would not know how long would pass during his unconscious state, but when he did finally awake, he found himself thirsty, cold, and hungry all at once.
The shipwrecked canine could barely see at first, but then realizing his eyes had been closed this entire time, he then noticed the shift into better night vision didn’t take very long at all. In fact when he looked at the rather large full moon it gleamed so much he had to momentarily look away, wondering how something could barely light up the sky yet grace the world with its alluring silvery presence. Just another mystery of their world Chris thought to himself as he scanned the nearby beachside for any surviving materials or even barrels. Though sadly most of what he found was unable to be used, Chris did found a few surviving barrels of supplies, including some ale which he could drink, with a few crates filled with other goodies including some heavily salted meat, gunpowder, a few small knives, and other miscellaneous items like a compass, canteen, a ladle, and a small tea kettle. The young canine would use his youthful strength, what little he still had, to gather the washed up planks, and the crates as well, placing them all in one spot upon the beach. The lonely canine would drink what ale he did until he was satisfied, and find a few other supplies to munch on including some grains that were still thankfully dry. Then once again he stacked some crates and planks around and over the pile until he made a makeshift shelter with one open side to get in and out. Then the tired canine though still a bit hungry, he was at least able to sate his thirst for now, and so the darkness of slumber with the aching pain of his bruised body let him fall asleep to the sounds of the nearby ocean waves.
The next the battered shipwrecked survivor would awaken to find himself slightly soaked in the warm waves of the nearby ocean as the high tide had slipped in overnight. This made him realize perhaps he needed to relocate, definitely further inland if at all possible. The question was would he be able to find anything to eat or drink. So the next few days Chris spent some time relocating the shelter, gathering anything nearby of use, and surviving off of his dwindling supplies while focusing on making tools, weapons, and even a satchel with some leftover leather he found. It was rough brutal work, all of it he had learned by performing various menial labor jobs in order to provide for him, and of course his mother. So he had plenty of experience with various crafts thankfully for him, and eventually he was able to now being the surviving food with him for later, and plenty of the ale too.
Now the real task Chris had to do was set out, and explore the island, what he was going to do about the dragon would have to come later, since his most basic task would be to survive now that he had very little resources. So the canine would begin tracking through the land venturing deeper into his surroundings in search of the truth to his birth. Chris had no idea where he was going in terms of Navigation, beyond a compass he had found which pointed north. Of course beyond that he knew nothing about his surroundings or the lands geography either, except the most obvious things which were only a few. Firstly, Chris had washed ashore on the Southern part of the continent, or island as far as he knew maybe even both. Secondly was there was the beach, then of course the obvious tropical jungle before him maybe fifty meters away. However as the canid beastman scanned both in front, and behind him he did notice in the far off distance that there was what looked like a primitive dock of sorts.
So the canine made his way to the dock, and noticed it looked rather decently maintained, with a small boat nearby to suggest maybe a fisherman of sorts lived nearby. There was no point in trying to take the boat to escape, as that would be counter productive, not to mention he probably couldn’t get very far in the rowboat if another storm hit, or whatever those purple flashes were. So with the limited supplies Chris had, he searched for a path, even if it was small, chances are somebody still used these docks and he needed their help, and perhaps a place to sleep as well that wasn’t exposed to the elements. Luckily for Chris, he would indeed find a path, though quite small, it was enough to indicate people, or maybe other beastmen.
Before heading into the thickets of the jungle Chris took a moment to glance back at the beach, watching as the sun in all its brilliant glory would bestow the life giving light upon this land. He took a moment to cherish it’s simple beauty, for he knew not what lay beyond this beach, and within the greater depths of the jungle. With a brief smile the canine beastman hybrid headed into the thickets, following the path to who knows where. With a brave heart, and a strong will, Chris did his best to not foolishly try to muscle his way through the jungle. It was okay to be brave, but to be foolishly brave could cost one their life, or even the lives of others, and that isn’t something he could afford right now; not when he was so close to possibly getting answers. The canine had wished he had made more canteens to carry what little ale had survived the wreckage, but hopefully he had enough he thought to himself as he took a brief moment to gulp some down.
The canine would travel for about an hour over rough, rugged, uneven terrain where vines, and various tree roots poked out hoping to trip of those unaware of their surroundings. Luckily for Chris he wasn’t a stranger to plant life and their weird quirks with various root systems, he was however not acquainted with the humidity that began to become a more constant drain on energy, but thankfully for his sake he managed to find a wood shack off the beaten bath. Though the shack might be abandoned, Chris didn’t want to risk entering without warning and getting attacked. On second thought he also didn’t want to give away he was there without first peeking in in case crazy cannibals lived in the jungle. Though bot sure how helpful that would actually be, Chris saw a bunch of pelts, drying racks filled with meat, and thankfully none of it looked like it belong to a fellow beastman, or even a human for that matter.
Knocking on the door, Chris was taking a huge risk, even more so when he knocked a second time. He was about to turn away when the door finally opened, and a rather tall, yet slightly more muscular male stood before him grumbling about who the hell could possibly be outside his door. Taking a moment to look at Chris, the figure realized he wasn’t from around here, and as such immediately let him in oddly enough, after taking a hard glance at his wings, even going so far as to tug at them to make sure they were real. This alone sort of confused the red and black skinned canine as he wasn’t expecting this sort of reaction, and was rather annoyed at his wings being messed with so casually. In response, the canine would flap his wings to create a short rapid burst of air that was forceful enough to push the beastmen back, when Chris applied some focus at it.
“Oy, calm yourself mate. I ain’t gonna hurt cha. I was just checking your wings to see if they was real. After all I haven’t seen your face, and I figures you might be new around these parts. Tell me young'in what brings you to my rinky a dink shack?”
“Well sir, to tell the truth I’m looking for a way to find some of the dragons.”
“Yer be looking for the largest scaliest beasts that roam these lands? Well mate in that case it seems ye is a looking in thee wrong spot. You see them scaly fire breathers live in the more northern regions where the largest of mountains reside. Here you be as far south and warm as one can get, save for the wastelands, they be warmer than us but not as pretty.”
“Where exactly would one find a path to take them to the northern lands?”
“Ha you want to go to the Northern lands? You youngins are either really brave of foolhardy, but how about what. I’ll tell you how to get to the nearest town, and maybe they can tell you how to get there. I wouldn’t get too excited there ladey, most folk don’t go near those mountains, and yee might get some funny looks just for a mentioning them bad boys.”
“Well, either way I need to get there mister, I have some unsettled business to finish up.”
“Ah, a brave young fool, well how about you come in and rest up for the night. Darkness will soon be upon us it you look rather famished.”
So Chris would stay the night with his fellow beastmen, the two chatted throughout the evening, ate a hearty stew together, and the elder gave directions on how to find the nearest town from his location. Afterwards the two ended up hitting the hay, then Chris said his goodbyes in the morning as he took off to the town he had been guided towards via a small piece of parchment . Steadily Chris made his way to the town, which in itself took a few days, with nights being spent hiding in the jungle undergrowth which was also dangerous as well. Luckily Chris not only made it to the town, but was able to get more info in regards to where he needed to go, but as expected he did get funny looks. Chris also realized he was running short on supplies, he had almost no ale left, and his food supply was mostly used up just getting to the town.
So Chris did menial labor jobs around the town, any and all that he could find to earn his coin. It would pay for his meals, his stay, and would allow him to save up to purchase supplies for his upcoming trip. Though a few weeks had passed, he had been thinking about his mother, he wondered if she heard about the ship sinking, and if any of his crew mates had survived did they all think he was dead as well? He promised it wouldn’t take long, but not he wondered if she thought she had lost her only son, if she was even holding up on her own. He figured it might still be a while before she heard the news if anybody told her. Chris would regain his focus as he pressed on with his mission, buying up plenty of food, ale, and bandages as well as herbs needed to proceed to the next location. Though the town itself was surrounded my the wilderness of the jungle, it seemed like they handled themselves rather well. Chris also noticed a lot of weapon and armor making going on, and so Chris purchased himself a long sword as well.
Once the canine felt prepared enough he began to head north by following the path that travelled parallel to the river almost in its entirety. Chris would follow the path taking breaks as needed, but not long ones either, and being smart having prepared in advance, when nightfall came Chris used the wooden beam, with the cloth he had bought to set up a make shift camp. This would go on for several days as the land steadily changed from a lush jungle to more of a Savannah grassland, which was just as hot but had even less moisture in the air. Several more days past that the terrain changed to a more rugged hilly area, and the river had steadily shrunk, which indicated Chris was getting closer to the source of the river, and seemingly a massive set of mountain ranges off in the distance. They were probably about half a day’s walk away, but at this point the path no longer really existed, just the stream he had been following. Eventually Chris knew his chances of encountering a dragon now were higher than ever, according to the last village their wasn’t any towns really further north than them in the region, and that if he didn’t find dragons the only others he would find were outcasts, maybe even barbarians.
Chris could understand living in these rugged hills would definitely only suit a meager existence, and as such he was thankfully he had invested in a long sword along with a few swordsmanship lessons. Just when Chris thought their wasn’t any real way to find a dragon, he remained hearing rumors that dragons hoard gold, or any other valuables, but he had also heard certain species of dragons had no care for such trivial things either and that it depended entirely on the dragon’s personality. Honestly the entire time he had spent in the land of Uadugai, he had no idea if they worshipped the dragons or were completely terrified of them, maybe both. Whatever the relationship was, Chris started to realize maybe killing a dragon wasn’t going to be feasible, but maybe he could at least get answers. So Chris carefully searched around the foot of mountains in search of a path, or anything to give any indication of where a dragon might be, but it seems even the rumored barbarians probably stick closer to the forested low lands out of site.
Either way Chris painstakingly spent a few days at the foothills searching for any evidence of a dragon’s den, and it was on the third day that he found a dragon off in the distance. Chris watched as the larger beige looking lizard flew about towards a cliff side, in fact Chris could almost see his leathery hide from the hill he was at below. A loud almost deafening roar signaled the beasts arrival onto the mountain cliff, where he looked around for a moment before disappearing inside, and now Chris had found exactly what he had been looking for quiet some time. As such the canine took a momentary break to drink some food, and down some hearty ale, after all for whatever he knew the beast might end up taking a nap or quiet slumber. Chris wanted to approach undetected, or at least not get stopped before reaching the top, and so after a brief rest the young adult beastmen made his way further up the cliff side, taking a long way around to avoid sharp drop offs. Eventually he would make his face to a gathering off holes within a section of the mountainside, making it rather difficult to pinpoint which one he needed.
Grabbing a nearby stick, wrapping some cloth he had bought specifically for this occasion, he then doused it in some oil, and starting striking flint together for making sparks as he lit himself a torch. Then putting the flint back, along with what remained with the jug of oil, Chris pressed forward into the largest of the group of caverns. The deeper he pressed, the more nervous he became, the wet damp soil with small drips of water from the ceiling became more apparent the further he went, until he came upon a larger room. It was clear a small group of bats lived here based upon the guano droppings, but thankfully besides a few stalagmites as well as stalactites. Looking around Chris knew he was in the right area as he saw massive imprints from that of what was most likely the dragon he had just seen an hour or so earlier. Nervously the canine would follow the steps deeper into the cavern, and before long he came across something if great intrigue. A massive cavern system filled with the most luxurious Crystal’s, with seams of gold lining the walls in veins, along with who knows what else, possibly even some gemstones as well.
Then he saw it, Chris would notice in the far back the dragon he saw earlier, and as such would begin to approach. Though he maintained his composure, Chris couldn’t help but feel uneasy the closer he got to the beast, and soon he had no choice but to keep pressing forward. Even after Chris saw he had been spotted, he maintained composure, for the beast oddly did not charge at him, but Chris still kept the sword close in its hilt. Soon he was face to face with the towering beast, but nether said went for an attack, rather just an uneasy tension would steadily fill the air. Finally though the dragon was first to speak.
“What brings you here traveler? Do you wish to make a foolish attempt to slay me, or perhaps there is something you wish to know?” the large scaled beast said with an emphasis on his s's.
“Well, I came to this continent seeking revenge, but over time I realized I’d rather have information. So great beast of flame, may I inquire upon you for some knowledge instead?”
“Well, since you don’t wreck like the outcasts, hmm yes and it seems you haven’t tried stealing anything from my cave either. I suppose I can part with some knowledge upon you, but there is something I want first, ah and yes it seems I can give you one bit of free knowledge first.”
“Uhm, sure. Though I doubt I have anything you could possibly want.”
“Ah well, that’s where you are wrong, come close and I’ll share the first bit free of charge.” The dragon said guiding the smaller mammal close to his large frame. With a touch of his claw directly to the head of Chris, the young canine was filled with knowledge about how the blood that coursed through him, his half dragon side. “Now, I already know what question you have regarding the dragon who forced himself upon your mother. I’ll kindly tell you he lives far off to the west in the wastelands, he lives a pitiful existence with barely enough food to get by, even raping and devouring local bandits and others he might come across. He is what you might call…a bad apple, and when he dies which will be sooner than the rest of us, may his soul be reborn and freed from his pain.”
“Wow that was rather…philosophical. So, what was it that you wanted from me?” Chris said casually, though was admittedly a little nervous.
“Hmk yes well, female dragons are rare, and not very ,any can take a full dragon’s girth and live. However being one of the stronger hybrids, I’d like you to transform, and then we shall have a courtship.”
“A courtship….with me? Are you…you know sure you want me for that?”
“Mmmh? Perhaps you would rather be devoured and enjoy knowing your loved ones would never see you again as you pass through my bowels?”
“Alright, I’ll transform one moment.”
Chris felt his body start to slowly change, grow larger, more powerful, almost like some sort of wilderness took ahold of his brain, but then as he let out a large deafening roar he felt his mind return to normal, as he also felt the male dragon before him approach him from behind. It took only a few moments of the brown horned dragon to sniff at Chris' new form before his dual dragon cocks were already poking out. Chris groaned as he suddenly felt a push then a heavy weight upon the back of his new form, the dragon was now officially mating with Chris. Chris groaned as he felt his anus get spread apart by the thick girth ribbed dragon cock, and although he was embarrassed to admit it, he quite rather enjoyed having his backside stretched, at least in this new form of his. Cythot, would mount Chris repeatedly, slamming his large feral dragon cock in and out, one of his dual penises penetrating while the other was kept out and would pulsate eagerly from the stimulation it was feeling from it’s twin cock.
Chris groaned and roared loudly feeling his leathery dragon butt get stretched to reveal the softer warmer, pink insides of his thick dragon form. Somehow Chris could also feel some sort of blinding occur in his psyche, he wasn’t sure what it was, but the more the two had sex the more Chris wanted to stay, and never leave. This feeling would only get reinforced as the large brown dragon pressed his cock as deep as he could, then shoot forth his hot thick load deep inside of Chris' ass, while the other cock squirted a hot load onto the cave floor beneath them as they mated. Then Cythot curled his neck around, and gave Chris a bet wet dragon smooch where the two would curl themselves together for hours upon hours making out and playing with each others dicks. Chris had become Cythot's mate, and eventually the initially overwhelming lust would fade away, and Chris regain his senses. Though now mated, the canine would revert back to his normal form, stating he would visit from time to time, and all he needed to do was call for him. Cythot nodded, gave the canine a smooch with his big dragon muzzle, and Chris took off to the skies to inform his mother he was doing okay, and continue helping her out, and whenever Cythot needed some love or simply company, Chris would be there.",
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