Dragon’s Love


The sky was filled with orange as it was turning to night, however, below a beautiful sky there were some beast fighting each other, in a pier, there were a couple of dragons fighting, one of them was black with red and it looked like it had rabies on it. His name, at least hours ago was Dragonoid aka Drago by his real owner, a tennger called Dan. The black dragon’s eyes displayed anger and hatred against the world.


The truth was that the former pyro, now darkus Dragon, was ‘corrupted’ by the evil person behind him, commanding him and forcing him to attack and forcing him to keep falling into a darkness pit. The evil’s name was called Spectra phantom, he presented himself as a normal brawler who just wanted to control Dan’s Bakugan, but now he was cruel and uncaring and had poor morale. So charmingly evil.


On the other side there where Dan with with his own dragon to try to recover his former partner who now was corrupted and used against him, he turned to another Bakugan to help him, his name was Apollonir who is a legendary Bakugan with four sets of wings and humanoid posture. He is the Leader of The Six Legendary Bakugan. In battle gear, Apollonir is the most powerful Dragonoid Bakugan. Apollonir uses a maximum Pyrus fire blast to eliminate its opponents.


But this time, the legendary one was on his knees, while trying to maintain himself against his former friend too. Of course he was strong but now his energy was drained because minutes prior, he already fought against Viper Helios. It was a kind of unfair battle now that Spectra used forbidden and dark cards, for example when the villain’s card shone a bit to then said card’s power was revealed, either increasing the power of the dragon he controlled or modify the scenery.


In this case, it was the first, the card summoned some purple cords or ropes, which got around and tie Helios, somehow increasing his power, Helios’s veins bloated to a limit never seen, it was like they were about to bloat outside his body, to then released a light that hit Drago and turn him back to the sphere form.


Now Spectra used the same tac, now on dragonoid vexus, as the card’s magic did what was supposed to do, Drago’s roar in pain as the very same purple chain-like restraints were around his body like snakes threatening to bite him. Spectra knew it rendered his Bakugan vulnerable but the pain he was inflicting to both Dan and Drago were simply rich. As the chains were snaking, Drago’s (That thing on his chest rombo-like) pulse with something Apollonir and Dan understood immediately as pain.


Drago’s tail was slamming the ground destroying some boxes lying next to the warehouse. The card’s side effect had a special effect on Drago’s mind, while it was true his eyes were lifeless, probably his mind was dead set in obeying Spectra to the letter. But that card, kind of ironic, the chains restrained his body, but also released his mind a bit as images of said chains were roaming Apollonir as well, dragging him to him, and taking a piece of that ass and mating it all night.
Drago’s tail keep slamming the ground destroying some boxes lying next to the warehouse.


Spectra, kind of running out of patience, pulled out Helios to ‘help’ Drago… toss it out to the big black dragon emerging right next to Drago, to then both roared kind of intimidating Apollonir and Dan, now it was a 2 to 1 match. Typical Spectra.


Even when the battle was unbalanced to Dan and Apollonir, the latter was holding his ground. As the battle raged on, Drago’s heart was rippling more and more, making all around him, even Helios kind of unsettled, but understood what was about to happen.


“Now is happening!” Spectra murmured to himself, Drago’s chest was more unstable as it pulses more, after certain time giving Apollonir a bad time, Helios walked behind Drago and suddenly Helios’s dick came, because the chain card also affected him, his mind was rustling with the same images Drago received, from one minute to another, Helios fucked Drago’s ass, his tail kind of in the way but still forcing his way to the hilt.


The moment was surreal, the intensity of the battle reaching new heights as the two adversaries locked. Apollonir, caught off-guard, took a step back, watching with a mix of confusion and concern. He knew that the rules of engagement had just been irrevocably changed. This was no longer a simple contest of might and strategy; it had become something far more primal, a battle that would determine the very fabric of their world.


Then on a time pause, Drago's heart opened, along his chest, ripping open, his roar was heard as loud that probably was heard by all the city. Dan, Apollonir, the brawlers, even Spectra’s eyes went wide. But to their surprise, Drago was still alive, in fact a light shone and bright along all the area, it blinded all by a minute.


And then, the unexpected occurred. The shadows grew darker as a new presence emerged from Spectra. Helios, a creature shrouded in darkness, descended upon them like a vengeful deity, his wings spread wide and eyes gleaming with malicious intent. The brawlers gasped in horror, their eyes wide. The battle had just taken a dramatic twist, and no one knew what to expect next.


(In that minute Drago and Helios fused)


Drago was holed up, it was a process of evolution that uses the energy from the elements around him, even Helios. The darkus was busy fucking his dick right into drago as he felt his energy being drained, ir would be mortal if somehow, Drago’s mind kind of controlled this new power to then ‘asimilate’ him to him, kind of fusing him along with his body, to then purge the darkness from his body, in that bubble of that evolution Drago’s chest ripped open, this time full and blood was scattered around him, pooling at his feet.


The light turned off, revealing the carcass which was Drago’s body, but adobe it was a creature hovering. The creature’s body was like an odd combination of Drago and Helios, Its new body now had 2 pairs of wings (like cross dragonoid) one pair was red, the other were black, also there was also 2 heads and a single long horn on them, connected to their body by a thick neck, there was also some kind of star-shaped armor on his chest, where both dragon’s heart was, also vertebral column ended with the segment section of both dragons tails of both dragons, the tail with a spear of helios, and a trident tip one of Drago.


After some seconds, the fused beast landed in front of Apollonir, his tails wagging as eagerness to fight.


Even as now the fused-dragonoid was looking for a fight, his eyes gave away something else, Apollonir realised something was off, he wasn’t fighting the same enemies he fought just minutes ago, also the darkness in the area was… kind of lifted.
However, The legend Dragonoid ran ahead and intended to fight him once again, due to Dan being paralyzed by the carcass behind Drago.
Just when Apollinir was just inches from hit Drago’s head, he stopped, his nose flared a bit, then a voice talked to him in his mind


“...Follow the plan….”


Apollonir does not really understand the whole idea, but when his body jolted with tiredness and weakness, Drago’s new arms grabbed him and then another light sparked around them to ‘hide’ whatever was going to happen. Now that Apollonir could see, the dragon felt his arm being lightly touched.


“What the….” Then, a flash went through his mind, the flash went around but at last a second but it was enough to let Drago explain his plan free of darkness and a bright future.
The touching and fondling became more intense as Drago’s hands went exploring more and more as Apollonir felt pain from being almost crushed in those big claws, Apollonir grew more agitated as he looked up to notice a second horn sprouting from both heads.


Outside the fantasy bubble, Spectra, kind of angry for not getting a response from their bakugan,  pulled another card, releasing its power but not really knowing what will come later.


Back to the bubble when the fused-dragon felt the effect of the card, Apollonir was kind of surprised as it just bounced or something, because it didn’t do anything to him or the area around them. But indeed a certain effect did because that indeed affected Apollonir, as the same chains that fused Dragonid were now affecting him too.


This time, Apollonir roared in pain as some blood was cascading around his tail, Apollonir thought Spectra used the same tac, now on dragonoid vexus, as the card’s magic did what was supposed to do, Drago’s roar in pain as the very same purple chain-like restraints were around his body like snakes threatening to bite him.


With a cry that was part rage, part sorrow, Apollonir launched himself into the fray. His golden wings unfurled, he dove at Helios with the grace of an avenging angel. His eyes burned with a light that could outshine the sun, and his body was a blur of power and determination. Yet, Apollonir felt something strange, a bond forming between him and the weakened Drago. It was as if their very spirits had linked in that moment of desperation, each drawing strength from the other.


Helios' grip on Drago loosened, the dark energy that connected them dissipating. Drago's eyes fluttered open, a spark of hope igniting in their depths.
Suddenly, Helios's tail withdrew from Drago's body, and the fiery dragon roared in a mix of pain and arousal. Helios turned, his gaze locking with Apollonir's. The dark bakugan's movements were fluid, almost seductive, as he approached the stunned creature. Without warning, he plunged his tail into Apollonir's unguarded rear, the action swift and decisive.


Suddenly, a twitch from Helios caught his eye. The dark bakugan had grown a tail of his own, sleek and shadowy, and it was moving in time with Drago's, as if the two were connected by an invisible thread. Helios's tail curled around Apollonir's neck, a gentle yet firm grip that sent shivers down his spine. He looked up into the abyssal eyes of the creature he once feared and found something surprising: a tenderness, a yearning that mirrored his own.


The tails of Drago and Helios grew longer and thicker, entwining together in an intricate dance of power and passion. Each movement was a silent promise, a vow that they would stand together against any foe, that they would be a beacon of hope in the face of the dark forces that threatened their world. The air around them crackled with energy, and the very ground beneath them began to shift and change, bending to the will of the three intertwined bakugan. As Drago's fiery tail withdrew, it left behind a trail of glowing embers that sizzled against Apollonir's skin. Helios's tail followed, the dark energy leaving a chilling sensation in its wake. The two tails met, merging into one, a fiery and shadowy appendage that grew from Apollonir's own body.


The two dragons moved as one, their scales scraping and clanging together in a symphony of passion. Their tails, now grown longer and more agile from the rapid evolution sparked by their intense battle, curled and wrapped around each other, locking them in an embrace that was both fierce and tender. Drago's scales grew more jagged, his body elongating and his eyes burning with a fiercer light. Helios felt his own body respond, his once sleek and shadowy form now sprouting spikes of dark energy that pierced the air. Their evolution was not just physical but spiritual, a transformation that would grant them abilities beyond their wildest dreams.


(Drago x Helios x Apollonir)


And then, it happened. With a swiftness that seemed to defy the very laws of physics, Helios inserted his tail into the fiery dragon's behind, a move so shocking and intimate that it was almost obscene. Drago's roar of pain was a sound that would haunt Apollonir for the rest of his days.
Drago's body arched, his muscles straining against the intrusion. He writhed in agony, his fiery form flickering with an uncharacteristic darkness. Helios held his ground, his tail embedded deep within his foe. The power transfer was palpable, a sickening pulse of energy that washed over Apollonir, making his skin crawl.


Apollonir knew that if he didn't act now, Drago would be lost. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable. He had to stop Helios, to save his comrade from this unspeakable fate.


Apollonir's eyes rolled back, and his body jerked as he was filled with a sensation that was as unexpected as it was overwhelming. Drago, recovering from the initial mating, watched with longing in his eyes. His body was a maelstrom of emotions, and his instincts were in turmoil. He could feel the bond between him and Apollonir.




The three bakugan stood in a tense triangle, their breathing ragged and heavy. The air was charged with an electric current, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew that the stakes had been raised, that their destinies were now intertwined in a dance that would leave no room for mercy or regret.


With a snarl, Drago pushed Helios to the side and stepped forward, his fiery tail now raised and ready to engage. The message was clear: He wanted to mate with him. Apollonir, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, could do nothing but watch as the two former rivals clashed once more, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion and fury that transcended the boundaries of friendship and rivalry.


This was not just a battle; it was a mating ritual, a fiery embrace that would seal their bond and determine the future of their kind. Helios's dark energy melded with Drago's corrupted essence, somehow purging it out of his body, and Apollonir's lightning power and fast reflexes mating them like an unseen power. Each thrust, each bite, each spark was a declaration of love and loyalty that went beyond words.


Drago's fiery tail penetrated Apollonir's tight, unyielding ass, and the pyro bakugan couldn't help but cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He was being claimed, not just in battle but in the most intimate way possible, and his body responded in kind. His scales shivered, his muscles tensing as he was pinned to the ground by the sheer weight of his lover's passion. Drago's eyes were wild with desire, his pupils dilated and his breath coming in heavy pants.


Their bodies moved in a frenzied rhythm, the ground beneath them cracking and shifting as their combined power surged through the air. The light from their clashes painted the canyon walls with a strobe-like effect, casting eerie shadows across the terrified faces of the spectators. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a strange sense of harmony, as if the very fabric of the universe had aligned to allow this union to take place.


The mating was brutal and beautiful, a display of primal love that transcended the simple act of reproduction. It was a fusion of soul and power, a bond that would shape the course of their lives and the lives of those who would come after them.
As the climax approached, the air grew thick with energy, and the ground trembled more violently than ever before. The pressure built within them, a volcanic force that threatened to tear them apart. And then, with a final roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, they reached the pinnacle of their union.
Drago's fiery tail pushed deeper into Apollonir's tight opening, the friction sending shockwaves through the latter's body. His legs quivered, his claws digging into the earth as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. Yet, even in the throes of this primal mating, Apollonir felt something new, something more profound than mere pain or pleasure. It was a bond, a connection that surpassed the physical, a joining of spirits that could never be undone.


Their roars filled the area, a symphony of passion that seemed to shake the very heavens above. The sky grew darker, the stars winking out as the intensity of their union grew. The other bakugan in the area could feel the shift in the balance of power, a testament to the strength of the bond being forged between the two. It was a bond that would not just unite them but would also alter the very essence of their world.


Drago pulled away from Apollonir, his tail withdrawing with a final, lingering touch. The two stared at each other, the understanding in their eyes unspoken but unmistakable.


Drago roared again, his eyes no longer blank and before Apollonir could ask, this one explains that whatever card Spectra used on him, it lacked of ‘counter’ it means if another being with the same energy from the card’s type is ‘fused’ with him, the card’s power will weak its power.
It was the beauty of two forces at their peak, each pushing the other to new heights of power and passion. The air was alive with anticipation, as if the very essence of life and creation hung in the balance of their struggle.


The tension was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to thicken the air. Each strike and counterstrike was a declaration of intent, a silent conversation of power and control. Apollonir hovered on the edge, unsure of how to proceed. His instincts screamed to aid Drago, but something held him back, a primal understanding that this was a fight that had to unfold without interference.


Their mating was raw and kind of feral, yet. Despite it, there was something enthralling about it, Apollonir’s eyes were glued to them, eager to try it out for himself
Their movements grew more erratic as the pressure built, the intensity of their union reaching a crescendo. Each thrust was accompanied by a guttural growl from Drago, and Apollonir could feel the heat of his lover's essence building within him. The lightning bakugan's eyes fluttered closed, his head thrown back in a silent scream as the fiery dragon claimed him completely.


Their mating grew more intense, their movements synchronized in a dance of power and passion. Each thrust was a declaration of unity, each roar a symphony of their shared desire to conquer and protect. The air around them shimmered with energy, the very essence of their beings melding together in a fiery embrace. The ground beneath them continued to tremble, the tremors growing stronger with every pulse of their joined bodies. The world outside the arena faded away, and all that remained was the raw, unbridled passion of two bakugan warriors, forever intertwined in a bond that surpassed friendship, rivalry, and even fate itself.


Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Apollonir saw the depth of Drago's need, the intensity of his passion. It was not just a battle anymore; it was a claiming, a declaration of ownership and love that no one could ever challenge. And as the fiery dragon's tail thrust in and out of him, Apollonir realized that he wanted this, that he needed it as much as Drago did. He arched his back, pushing back against the relentless pressure, welcoming the burn that filled him, the heat that seemed to fuse their very beings together.


Their roars grew louder, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the chaos that surrounded them. Drago's thrusts grew deeper, more demanding, and Apollonir met each one with a guttural cry, his own body responding in a way that surprised even him. He felt the heat of Drago's essence filling him, merging with his own, and a sudden jolt of energy shot through his veins like liquid fire. It was as if he had been reborn, imbued with the power of the fiery dragon he had once called an enemy.


Drago's roars grew deeper, his body trembling with anticipation as Helios's tail slithered around his waist while his dick was seeking the warmth of his entrance.
The moment was tense, a silent standoff that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, with a final roar, Helios plunged his dick into Drago, the sound of scales scraping against scales sending a shiver down every spine present. Drago's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural moan that was of pleasure. The dark energy surged through him, melding with his fiery essence, creating a maelstrom of power that was unlike anything the world had ever seen.
The pain was kind of intense, an action that seemed to spread through every cell of Drago’s being. Yet, even in that stupor, he could feel the power that could help him elevate to new heights. Although there was a bit of struggle inside him due to Spectra’s corruption.
                                 
With a snarl, Drago withdrew, leaving Apollonir panting and trembling on the ground. The light bakugan's eyes were glazed, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their union. Helios stepped forward, his gaze intent and unyielding. The dark bakugan had felt the shift in power, the purging of corruption that had occurred between Drago and Apollonir. He knew that the balance had tipped in their favor, and now it was his turn to claim his place in this trio of fate.


With a swiftness that belied his bulk, Helios mounted Drago from behind again, his tail sliding into the fiery dragon with a wet sound that seemed to echo through the canyon. Drago roared, his body arching in both agony and ecstasy. The two of them locked in a fierce embrace, their scales grinding against each other like the tectonic plates of the earth.
The three of them moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of passion and power that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Apollonir was sandwiched between the two, his body stretched to its limits as he was filled by both tails simultaneously. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mind lost to the sensation of being claimed by two of the most powerful beings in the bakugan universe.


Their roars of pleasure and pain melded into one, the very essence of their beings mixing and swirling together like the colors of a tornado. The ground beneath them cracked and shuddered, the canyon walls groaning in protest at the sheer force of their union. The energy that surrounded them grew so intense that the very fabric of the air began to distort, creating a shimmering aura that pulsed with every thrust and grunt.


Suddenly, Helios, driven by an ancient instinct, mounted Apollonir from behind, his tail glowing with an ominous black light. The crowd watched in disbelief as the two bakugan became a writhing mass of scales and limbs, their forms intertwined in a way that seemed both natural and terrifying.
Apollonir's eyes snapped open, and he let out a guttural cry as Helios's tail penetrated him alongside Drago's, the dual sensation pushing him to the brink of madness and ecstasy. The light bakugan's body spasmed, his lightning crackling wildly around them as he was claimed by the dark one's power. The intensity of the moment was too much to bear, and he felt himself being torn apart, only to be reborn in an agony that was somehow a part of ecstasy.


The three bakugan moved in unison now, their hips pistoning in a rhythm that seemed to match the very heartbeat of the earth itself.


He mounted Apollonir from behind, his dick sliding into place alongside Drago's. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of terror and ecstasy that Apollonir never thought possible. The three of them, once rivals, were now joined in the most intimate of ways, their bodies moving together as one.
The mating grew more frenzied, their bodies a blur of motion and power. Each thrust was a way to purge all the darkness from them, each bite a promise of eternal loyalty. The crowd watched, their fear forgotten, as the three bakugan became a living embodiment of the forces that governed their universe.


As the intensity of their mating reached its peak, the air grew still, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend around them. The ground beneath them shuddered, and a pillar of light shot up into the sky, blindingly bright. It was as if the gods themselves were bearing witness to the creation of something new, something powerful beyond measure.


Their roars of climax merged into a single, deafening roar that echoed through the field, shaking the very foundations of the earth. The light grew brighter still, and the three bakugan were lost to the world, consumed by the intensity of their bond. When the light finally dimmed, they were left panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of limbs and tails.
The three bakugan continued their frenzied mating, each movement more powerful than the last. The ground beneath them cracked and buckled, unable to contain the sheer force of their combined might. The air was alive with energy, and the very sky above seemed to be torn apart by the intensity of their union. And as they reached the pinnacle of their shared climax, the world around them was bathed in a brilliant explosion of light. The spectators shielded their eyes, unable to bear the brilliance that emanated from the canyon floor. The earth trembled, and the very air seemed to scream with the release of their combined power.


Drago's teeth grazed Apollonir's neck, his fiery breath hot against the pale scales. It was a gentle nip, one that conveyed a silent message: "You understand now..." The lightning bakugan's eyes widened, the realization of what was happening sinking in. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another being. His body responded with a surge of power, his own tail rising to meet Drago's, the two entwining in a dance of passion and might.


With an almost feline patience, he began to descend slowly over him, leaving a trail of kisses in his path. First on his snout, taking his time to savor his intoxicating mix of sweetness and roughness. Then on his neck, feeling how Apollonir trembling breath grazed his skin. He continued downward. But when he reached his belly, he stopped. With infinite gentleness, he pressed down, his hands tracing the contour of his silhouette with absolute affection.


Apollonir writhed, legs spread, his tail arched to one side, exposing himself shamelessly: his erect cock, dark and throbbing, pulsed with all his hunger, while from his trembling ass, a sticky drop of anticipation fell.
Suddenly, Drago pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Apollonir's hole glistening with their combined juices. He turned to face Helios, his eyes burning with a newfound ferocity. "Your turn," he snarled, a hint of challenge in his voice. Helios's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his tail pulsing with dark energy. Apollonir, still reeling from the intensity of the mating, could only watch as the two beasts squared off, the air crackling with anticipation.
Their actions were a ballet of brutality, a testament to the unyielding power of desire. Helios's dick slid into Apollonir, his movements slow and deliberate at first, as if savoring the feel of the other bakugan's warmth. Apollonir's breath hitched, his eyes closing as he felt the dark energy filling him up, mixing with his own electric power. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, one that both terrified and thrilled him.


The two bakugan moved in sync, their tails and dicks thrusting in a rhythm that mirrored their hearts' beats. Each motion was a silent promise, a declaration of intent that resonated through their very cores.
Apollonir could only moan, arched against the rock, his thighs trembling, his back full of dust, and his ass still clenching while his insides flooded. The walls of his anus did not know whether to contract or surrender, and inside him the semen churned, trapped by the knot that sealed everything like a broken valve.
The knot at the base of Drago's tail swelled, locking them together in a fiery embrace. Apollonir's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans turning into deep, guttural growls as the pressure built within him. His own seed, mixed with the remnants of Helios's power, was trapped, unable to escape the vice-like grip of Drago's knot. The feeling was maddening, a blend of agony and ecstasy that threatened to consume him whole.


The ground beneath them cracked and shifted, the very earth seemingly reacting to their union. The air grew thick with the scent of burnt rock and the potent aroma of bakugan musk, a heady mix that seemed to fuel the intensity of their passion. The lightning bolts that danced around Apollonir's body grew stronger, weaving in and out of the flames that enveloped them both, creating a symphony of light and shadow.


The world around them grew hazy, the edges of their vision blurring as the intensity of their mating reached a crescendo. The canyon walls seemed to close in, the sky above them a swirling maelstrom of energy that mirrored the chaos within their hearts. Time itself seemed to slow down, each thrust, each gasp of breath a moment frozen in eternity.
The energy that surrounded them grew, a blinding flash that made the very air crackle with anticipation. The moment hung suspended in time, the world waiting with bated breath for the outcome of this epic battle turned love affair.
Their roars melded into a single, deafening sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the canyon. The ground beneath them split open, a chasm of molten lava threatening to swallow them whole. Yet, they paid it no heed, lost in the throes of their mating frenzy.


As Helios's thrusts grew more demanding, Apollonir's body responded, arching into the painful pleasure. He could feel the dark bakugan's dominance, the way he claimed him as if he were a mere possession to be used and discarded. Yet, there was something more to it, a sense of belonging that was intoxicating. Drago watched, his breaths heavy and eyes gleaming, his cock still hard from the intense mating. He felt a strange thrill, watching Apollonir be taken by the one who had once been his enemy.


Apollonir's wings quivered, his claws digging into the ground as he was pushed to his limits and beyond.


Without even one of the three Bakugan noticed, more purple-like chains were wrapping around them. The chains grew thicker, their glow more intense, as the three bakugan reached their peak. Each thrust, each bite, each roar of pleasure was accompanied by a burst of energy that made the chains pulse and writhe, as if alive with the passion that surged through the combatants. They tightened with a sinister hiss, digging into their scales and sending jolts of pain through their bodies. Drago, Helios, and Apollonir roared in unison, their mating instincts warring with the primal fear of entrapment. The purple chains began to coil around them, wrapping first around their legs, then their hips, and finally their wings and snouts. The chains grew tighter, but neither Drago nor Apollonir could pull away. They were trapped, bound by an invisible force that seemed to be drawing them closer together. The three bakugan were now a tangled mass of scales, and wings, their forms merging into a single, pulsating creature of immense power. The purple chains grew upwards, reaching their necks and pulling them together. And, although they roared in pain, Drago knew it they just were powering their wills to free themselves or more specifically free Drago and Helios from their inner Darkness.


As the chains grew brighter, both Drago and Helios knew that its secondary effect was to fuse themselves again, but this time, Apollonir was going to be part of the mix.


(Creature Mix Drago, Helios and Apollonir)


As the chains grew hotter, glowing a fiery red before morphing into a molten stream that coiled around their bodies, fusing them into one monstrous creature. Drago’s legs sprouted from under the beam, Helios’s bulk body formed the main body while his arms also form part of the neck, Apollonir’s wings not only grew behind the bulk, also there were 9 of them, a bit bigger too, while also 


Drago watched with a mix of possessiveness and excitement, his tail twitching with the need to rejoin the fray. The sight of Helios claiming Apollonir's body was a challenge to his dominance, but he could feel the bond growing stronger with each thrust. The pain in his legs was a dull throb now, the struggle to merge his femurs with the others' a testament to the depth of the connection forming between them.


As Helios's tail pushed deeper, Apollonir's body began to contort, his legs stretching and his femurs straining to accommodate the impossible union. The pain was intense, but it was overshadowed by the exquisite pleasure that coursed through him, a pleasure that seemed to come from the very core of his being. He could feel the barriers between them breaking down, their essences melding together into something entirely new.


The ground beneath them buckled and split, the very earth protesting against the immense power being unleashed. The air was alight with the electricity of their passion, and the once-clear skies were now a tumultuous canvas of fiery reds and inky blacks. The crowd had long ago forgotten their fear, their eyes glued to the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. They had become a part of the ritual, their energy feeding the bakugan, making the bond between the three of them stronger with every passing moment.


And then, as if driven by some ancient instinct, Apollonir's body began to change. His scales shifted and grew, his form elongating and morphing until he was no longer just a dragon, but a creature of light and darkness, a being of pure, unbridled power. Helios and Drago both pulled back, their tails retreating from Apollonir's transformed body, watching with a mix of awe and hunger. The mating had changed him, made him more than he had ever been.


(Leonidas added)


"Then it is time for me to throw in Leonidas. Bakugan, Brawl!" He threw a silver colored Bakugan. "Stand Leonidas!" Leonidas opened in a tornado of light, and revealed himself as Vexos Leonidas. "You have used Chaos Ability X on him as well?" I asked.


"Yes, and now, you and those fossil Bakugan don't stand a chance against the Perfect Core combined with Chaos Ability X. Ability, Activate! Diano Coccus X!" He threw a card, which wrapped itself around both Drago and Leonidas. It disappeared as a large heartbeat could be heard, then Drago and Leonidas roared. Their power levels went to 700 and 750 respectively.
Drago at 1*10^300 Gs. Apollonir at 9,56*10^500 Gs. Helios at 9,85*10^900 Gs. Leonidas at 1,64*10^750 Gs.


They were roaring now at Wavern who have come to ‘rescue’ the perfect core, and incredibly Dharak itself who had come secretly after sensing a disturb on his own Code Eve, in this universe now conquested by Barodius, although Dharak was alone this time, by his own, fighting at Dan’s side.


"Enough of this. Ability Activate!" Spectra threw another ability. "Diano Durance X!" Another Forbidden card wrapped itself around them.


"Destroy them Drago, Leonidas!" He threw another card. "Fusion ability Activate! Subterra X!" The card seemed to slice through Drago's neck, then boomeranged around to slice Leonidas's. They grunted in pain, but then roared powerfully. Their bodies changed to a Subterra color. The ends of their tails became silver in color, and they folded in on themselves. Then, they attacked their opponents, while gaining 200 Gs.


"Wavern, Daharak!" Yelled Dan.


Drago and Leonidas were visibly shaking. "Then I'll put them out of their misery." Said Spectra. "Fusion Ability Activated!" He threw two cards. "Haos X. Pyrus X." Drago gained a white color, while Leonidas gained a red color. They seemed to have trouble lowering their arms after they gained the 300 Gs from the abilities. Drago charged up a few rings on his horn, and Leonidas charged up a large fireball.


"Very well then. Drago, Leonidas, destroy that fool!" Said Spectra. Drago, Helios and Apollonir and Leonidas roared, and their power grew even more, while their bodies became even bigger. The ground beneath was starting to become unstable, as their bodies started to form a sinkhole. Then, both Drago and Leonidas whipped their tails at Dharak and Wavern.


Drago and Leonidas's tails got intertwined, and began to crackle and spark. Then, they began to glow again. From being intertwined, they fused their powers.


"This is Perfect!" He yelled, as the glow died down. Then, they began to grow even more, their bodies becoming far more powerful. The veins near their eyes were almost connecting, and the veins around their cores were almost touching the ones on their legs, arms, and were travelling up their necks. Their growth was causing the ground to buckle underneath them, which caused me to drop Apollonir. Then, he began to move towards them, almost as if he were magnetized. Then, he flew into their tails, hitting them both at the same time. Then, their veins grew even more, causing the veins on their bodies to connect, between their legs, arms, and torsos. The veins around their eyes then connected. Their bodies began to pulsate even more with the new influx of power. This enraged Drago, and caused him to gain more power, and grow bigger. By this point in time, their bodies were several times larger than they should've been. But they were still getting bigger, due to the Forbidden cards in them, as well as the Dragon Proudia activations. The veins on their bodies were crisscrossing all over the place, and were linking up everywhere.
The veins around their bodies were already touching. "Helios, be careful." Said Spectra. "Don't worry about me!" Said Helios. "I'm doing just fine!" He laughed. Helios power level multiplied by 1000. The Gauntlet said that five times. Then, Helios's body began to bulge even bigger. Their bodies stopped getting larger, but the ground under him continued to break. He was still getting more massive, but he wasn't getting any bigger. His body was pulsating, and cracks were starting to form on him. Light seeped through these as if the power was trying to escape.


(Mixing Organs and Stuff)


Their internal organs writhed and surged, attempting to intertwine as the two bakugan's bodies began to merge. It was a sight that transcended the typical fierceness of battle, delving into the realm of the erotic and the disturbing. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the two beings' anatomies contorted and shifted, trying to become one. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that seemed to fuel their passion rather than extinguish it.


Their legs trembled and their femurs stretched, the bones straining against the unyielding force of Helios's dark magic. The sensation was unlike anything they had ever experienced, a blend of the most intense pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through their very cores. The heat of their fusion was palpable, the air around them shimmering with energy. The two dragons' internal structures began to shift, the bones and organs within them straining as they tried to unite. The pain was immense, a white-hot agony that shot through their very cores. Their femurs groaned in protest, the very bones of their legs stretching and realigning, trying to merge with the alien energy that Helios brought forth. The pulse of power from Drago's corrupted core grew stronger with each beat, sending shockwaves through Apollonir's body that seemed to resonate with a deep, primal need.


Their scales, once separate, now intertwined, becoming a kaleidoscope of color as the light from Apollonir's body danced on the darkened flames of Drago. The fusion was incomplete, but the bond was forming, an unmistakable connection that surpassed mere physicality. It was as if their very souls were reaching out, desperate to become one. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and fascination, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and the electricity of the unnatural.
The very essence of their bakugan forms, began to struggle against each other. Drago's fiery heart, pulsating with power, pushed against Helios's cold, crystalline core, while Apollonir's golden organ trembled, trying to resist the unfamiliar embrace. The pain was exquisite, a sensation that bordered on pleasure as their bodies attempted to unite in a way they never had before. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were witnessing.


Drago and Apollonir's eyes met, filled with a mix of confusion, anger, and something else entirely. The bond between them grew stronger, their very essences melding together as their internal battles raged on. The pressure grew, each beat of their hearts a hammer driving them closer to the edge of sanity. Yet, amidst the chaos, they found a strange comfort in each other's pain.


Their bodies began to twist, their scales rearranging in a symphony of agony and ecstasy. The air around them grew hotter, the sand of the arena sizzling under the intense heat. The two dragons' chests heaved with the effort of their internal struggle, their livers now entangled, pulsing with the rhythm of their hearts. Helios's dark influence spread, threatening to consume them both, yet the bond between the two was stronger than any force in the universe.


The chain-card that had once bound them together in combat now wrapped around their bodies, weaving in and out, tightening like a serpent seeking to claim its prey. It slithered over scales and fur, around limbs and tails, drawing them closer together in a macabre embrace. The card's power surged through them, a dark energy that seemed to pulse in time with their racing hearts.


Their bodies began to morph and merge, scales and fur blending into a kaleidoscope of colors, limbs entwining in a display that was as mesmerizing as it was horrifying. The crowd watched in shock and disbelief as the two once-distinct bakugan became a single, monstrous creature, their forms inextricably linked by the malevolent chain. The pain was unbearable, yet it brought with it a strange, twisted pleasure that neither could ignore. Their hearts pounded in unison, and their breaths grew ragged, not from exertion but from an uncontrollable, primal lust that surged through them like a wildfire. The chain grew hotter, burning into their flesh, yet the pain was only a backdrop to the overwhelming need to claim one another. As they struggled against the bonds that held them, it became clear that the battle had transformed into something far more intimate and terrifying than either had ever anticipated. The chain-card was not just a weapon of battle but a conduit for a merging of beings on a level that defied the very laws of their universe.


Their bodies continued to change, scales receding to reveal muscular forms that rippled with power. Claws and fangs grew longer, eyes more intense, and tails more prehensile. The line between predator and prey blurred until it was almost indiscernible. The creatures were no longer just Apollonir and Helios; they were something else entirely, something new and terrifying and beautiful.


Their movements grew more frantic as the chain-card's power grew stronger, pushing them to the brink of madness. They bit and clawed at each other, not to cause harm but to satisfy an insatiable need that seemed to have no end. Their roars and growls melded into a symphony of desire, the very air around them crackling with energy.


And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the chain-card retreated, withdrawing from their bodies like a living creature relinquishing its prey. The two bakugan stumbled away from each other, panting heavily, their eyes glazed with a mix of confusion and lust. They had survived the merging, but at what cost? The bond between them was now unbreakable, a living testament to the power of the card.


Yet, amidst the pain, there was something else, a sensation that neither could ignore. A heat grew between them, a passion that seemed to pulse in time with the beating of their hearts. The chain-card didn't just cause them to merge physically; it forged a bond that was as much about desire as it was about power.


As their bodies grew more entwined, so too did their spirits. They could feel each other's emotions, their thoughts, their very souls mingling. It was an intimacy that went beyond mere physicality, a connection that transcended the boundaries of species and sanity. The battle had become a mating dance, a fiery tango that would either destroy them or bind them forever.


What the hell was Spectra doing?


The struggle continued, their internal organs fighting for dominance, but slowly, the tide began to turn. The fiery heat of Drago's essence began to warm the cold, crystalline core of Helios, and the golden glow of Apollonir's liver pierced the shadows that had engulfed them. The three bakugan were no longer separate beings, but a single, powerful entity, bound by fate and the will to survive.
The sensation was overwhelming, the chain's effects still rippling through their bodies. Their hearts pounded in unison, beating faster than ever before. The bond grew stronger, weaving around their very organs, tightening around their lungs so that each breath was a struggle, a shared gasp of ecstasy. Their stomachs churned with anticipation, the feeling of being bound together in this most intimate of battles.


Drago and Apollonir's scales clashed together, their bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm that transcended combat. Each thrust and parry sent waves of pleasure coursing through them, their connection deepening with every pulse of the chain. The battle had become a mating dance, a fiery tango that neither could resist.


Their eyes met, and in that instant, something changed. The fight for dominance had shifted into a passionate embrace, the chain's power weaving a new bond between them, one that was not just physical but emotional as well. They were no longer just opponents but partners in this tumultuous dance of power and desire.


As Dharak and Wavern stepped closer, their own fusion began. The earth trembled as Dharak's rocky form melded with Apollonir's metal, creating a creature of unstoppable might. Wavern's liquid grace flowed into Leonidas, enveloping him, turning his gleaming chrome to a fluid, ever-changing form. The four now stood as one, a quartet of power that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. As Helios and Apollonir tails remained lodged inside each other, Dharak and Wavern leaped into the fray. Their forms began to shift and change, their essences merging with the others in a display of raw sexual energy. The four bakugan grew in size and power, their colors swirling together into an indescribable kaleidoscope of light. The fusion was unlike anything the bakugan world had ever seen.
Dharak and Wavern, two powerful bakugan from the distant corners of Vestroia, sensed the disturbance in the balance of power. They felt the call of the battle, their instincts driving them to the epicenter of the conflict. Materializing in a flash of light, they joined the fray, their forms merging with the entwined Drago and Helios, Leonidas and Apollonir. The four beasts now became a writhing, intertwined mass of scales, fur, and metal, each one's power amplifying the others'.
Their fusion was more than just a joining of bodies; it was a melding of spirits. The crowd watched in a mix of shock and fascination as the bakugan's internal structures began to merge, creating a complex web of veins and organs that pulsed with a sickly yet mesmerizing light. The lines between them blurred until it was impossible to discern where one ended and the other began. The air crackled with energy as the fused quartet stood tall, a new form of power never before seen in the annals of bakugan history. Their hearts pounded as one, their breaths synced in a rhythm that was both fierce and erotic. Each thrust of Helios's tail sent a wave of pleasure and power through all of them, as if they were sharing a single soul. The fusion was not just of their bodies, but of their very beings. Their internal organs melded together, creating a symphony of life that surpassed any biological understanding.


The arena was no longer a battleground; it had become a stage for an ancient, cosmic rite. The combined might of the fused quartet grew, their roars echoing through the canyon, shaking the very foundation of the earth. The crowd watched in awe, unable to tear their eyes away from the display of power and passion unfolding before them.


The fused bakugan's movements grew more intimate, each one feeding the others with their own unique energy. Drago's fiery breath mingled with Apollonir's icy breath, creating a mist of steam that danced around their intertwined forms. Dharak's dark exterior against Wavern's white and light body, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of light and shadow. Their internal organs began to merge, a biological impossibility that somehow seemed natural in this world of elemental beasts. Each pulse of their hearts grew stronger, each breath a gust of wind that could topple mountains. The fused creature was a behemoth, a testament to the power of unity in the face of adversity. The four bakugan had become one, their spirits and very essences intertwined in a way that was both profound and unsettling.


Drago's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt Helios's tail burrowing deep within him. The pain was exquisite, a thrill that sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body like a storm surge. The crowd of brawlers was silent, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. They had never witnessed anything like this in all their battles.


As Helios began to thrust into Drago, the fiery dragon's scales rippled in response, his body moving almost in time with the rhythm of their forced union. The sand underneath them grew dark with a mysterious substance that seemed to be a byproduct of their mating. The air was charged with energy, and the other bakugan could feel the power building between them, a force that threatened to consume everything in its path. Their bodies, normally separate entities, found themselves merging in a way that was both disturbing and exhilarating. All their internal organs, normally neatly compartmentalized, struggled to find their place in this new, intertwined configuration. It was a bizarre dance of biology, as muscles, bones, and innards rearranged themselves in an attempt to maintain order amidst the chaos. The bakugan, once fierce adversaries, were now inextricably linked, their hearts beating as one.


Their internal structures began to merge, the delicate dance of their organs weaving together in a chaotic symphony. It was a strange, alien sensation, one that defied the very nature of their existence. Yet, as their bodies melded, the pain transformed into a burning desire, a need that consumed them from the inside out. Each beat of their hearts sent a pulse of energy through their entwined forms, a symphony of life and power that resonated through the very air.


Their claws, scales, and horns shifted and changed, becoming more than mere weapons. They grew longer, sharper, and more intricate, as if reflecting the depth of their connection. The colors of their armor swirled and melded, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow that was mesmerizing to behold. The crowd watched in disbelief as the two bakugan, once fierce adversaries, became something more... something that transcended the boundaries of friendship or former rivalry.
Their internal structures reconfigured, adapting to this new, intimate contact. Organs merged and rearranged, trying to maintain order amidst the chaos. The very essence of who they were as bakugan was being rewritten, each cell and organ adapting to the presence of the other. It was a dance of transformation, a blending of fire and shadow that none of them had ever experienced.


Their scales and horns grew, changing color and texture as they absorbed the energy of their union. The air crackled with power as their forms grew more complex, more beautiful, and more terrifying.


The new creature took a step forward, its legs trembling with the weight of its newfound power. The crowd held their collective breath, not daring to make a sound. The air was thick with the scent of burnt sand and the musky scent of the fused bakugan. The energy between them was palpable, a sexual tension that could not be ignored.


The purple chains grew tighter around them, each link a pulsing emblem of the power that held them captive.


Drago watched, his tail still erect and eager, as Helios began to pick up the pace. The dark bakugan's eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a snarl of pleasure. Apollonir's body arched, his scales rippling with each deep thrust. The ground beneath them was now a whirlwind of sand and fire, a living testament to the intensity of their union. With each thrust, the ground beneath them trembled more, sending sand flying in every direction. The air was thick with the scent of burnt metal and ozone, a testament to the intensity of their union. Drago was still watching, his breathing still ragged, his own tail still hard and eager. The sight of Helios claiming Apollonir was a heady mix of jealousy and arousal, and he could feel his body responding in kind.


(Spectra tried to use another card)


Suddenly, more purple chains snaked out of the shadows, wrapping around the three of them like serpents made of pure energy. "Spectra must be angry," Drago commented through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Helios. The chains tightened, and the air grew colder, charged with the unmistakable scent of the dark realm's wrath. The crowd murmured in fear, their whispers carried away by the howling wind that had picked up around the arena.


The chains grew heavier, their glow intensifying as they began to pulse in time with the bakugan's mating. The pressure grew unbearable, and Apollonir felt himself being crushed between the two powerful bodies. Yet, he found that he didn't want it to stop. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of his place in this new order, a thrilling mix of fear and pleasure that made his scales tingle with excitement. He knew that this was a pivotal moment in their lives, one that would be remembered for generations to come.


The chains grew tighter still, and the ground beneath them cracked, giving way to a deep, purple abyss that seemed to yawn open and threaten to swallow them whole. Yet, the three bakugan continued, their passion unabated by the danger that loomed so close.


The purple chains had been a symbol of Spectra's control, a reminder of the fate that had driven them to this moment. But now, as they lay entangled, the chains were nothing more than a fading memory. Their bond was stronger than any force that Spectra could muster, and the dark realm's rage was but a distant whisper in the face of their union.


As Helios withdrew, Apollonir lay panting, his body quivering with aftershocks of pleasure and pain. Drago stepped forward, his eyes alight with the fierce determination of a conqueror. He mounted Apollonir, his fiery tail poised to claim the light bakugan once more. The connection was undeniable, a force that bound them together in a way that transcended friendship, rivalry, or even the very essence of what it meant to be bakugan.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the fire and light mixing in a display that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. The lava around them roared, a living testament to the intensity of their mating. The power that surged between them was unlike anything the world had ever seen, a fusion of pure, unbridled sexual energy that seemed to fuel their very beings.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Helios withdrew his dick, and Apollonir slumped to the ground, exhausted but alive with a newfound vigor. Drago stepped forward, nuzzling his partner gently, his eyes filled with a soft affection that belied his fiery exterior. The three of them stood there, panting and spent, their hearts beating in unison.


(Final)


And then, as the energy reached its peak, a burst of light erupted from the trio, blinding all who dared to gaze upon them. When the light subsided, they were no longer three but one. A new creature stood before the stunned crowd, a fusion of the three bakugan, a being of unparalleled power and beauty. The creature, a chimera of fire, shadow, and light, raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens. It was a declaration of unity and power, a testament to the strength of the bond that had formed between them.


The knot released, and Apollonir collapsed, spent and exhausted. Drago hovered over him, his eyes full of concern and affection, his fiery breaths fanning the dust off his lover's body. Their bond was complete, their destinies intertwined. As the knot in Drago's tail finally dissolved, they pulled apart, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their union. They stood, side by side, ready to face whatever the future had in store for them.


As the dust settled, and the echoes of their roars faded, the crowd realized that the battle was over. The three bakugan stood panting, their bodies still and panting, Drago wink at Apollonir and then Helios and Drago's forms turned back to their sphere form, meaning the brawler Dan's 'victory'.


And then, with one final, earth-shaking roar, they climaxed together, their energy merging into a single, brilliant point of light that shot up into the sky. The spectators shielded their eyes from the blinding radiance.


(Final - Dan Wins)


"We've talked," Drago said, his tail swishing in a lazy arc. "He wants to come with us. With Dan."


The revelation hit Apollonir like a lightning bolt. A new chapter was beginning, one where their bond would not only be tested but expanded to include a third. He looked at Helios, who nodded in silent affirmation.