Drago's Inner Love


Deep inside a space rock, a creature was lying dormant, within the rocky cape, to suddenly, the creature's eyes opened up, revealing a bright green color, a dragon-like creature come out from it, bursting rock pieces in all directions.

The Dragon roared loud...


Of course he knew his 'tune up' was being with the DNA of his enemy, so he cherished in the irony of how he will defeat Dragon with his own power.

Barodius watched from a safe distance, his gaze never leaving the unfolding scene. He knew that the path to power was fraught with danger, and that the evolution could just as easily destroy Dharak as it could make him stronger.

"Indeed," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "The DNA of the great Drago will be fused with Dharak's own, creating a being that will surpass even the legends of old."

Kazarina, a sleek and cunning cold-hearted Gundalian scientist, approached, her eyes wide with wonder. "So you've managed to synchronize Drago's DNA?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe and greed. "Does that mean it's ready to be sliced with Dharak's so we can trigger an evolution?" Kazarina asked while tempering with a device in fro of them, which emited a screen filled with DNA info to possible begin the DNA 'injection'.

Barodius nodded, his grin never fading. His features giving away his power-hungry tyrant nature "Yes, the moment is upon us. The fusion of their essences will create a bakugan the likes of which the world has never seen before.

"Now," said Barodius, raising his staff high. "Let the evolution begin!" Barodius claimed, giving away his tendency to lose patience when things go slow for him.

The crystal core of the machine emitted a piercing screech, and a beam of light shot out, slicing through the air like a blade. It struck Dharak, and he felt the alien power of Drago's DNA flood his system. The pain was indescribable, like his body was being torn apart and reassembled piece by piece. His muscles bulged and contorted, scales morphing and shifting as the two powerful bakugan essences melded together.

The chamber grew hotter, the air thick with the smell of burning oxygen. Dharak's roars grew louder, echoing through the ancient halls. And as the light from the crystal grew brighter, so too did the flames of power within him.

The process was agonizing, a pike of pain and power that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Dharak felt his sanity slipping away, the voices of his ancestors whispering in his mind, urging him to resist the dark allure of the dragon's power.

But he pushed on, driven by his need for vengeance, his desire to surpass his former limits. The light grew blinding, the pain unbearable, and then... it was over. The machine fell silent, the crystal dimming to a dull glow.

Resistance was futile. The DNA surged through him, rewriting his very essence, and he embraced it. His legs, once powerful and sturdy to carry his bulk, grew longer and more muscular, ending in sharp talons that clicked against the stone floor. He could feel the power coiling in his new form, a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the fortress, he slammed his new, more powerful body into the floor.

Elsewhere, Barodius and Kazarina were still watching the screen, theirs eyes wide, either by the nearly completion of their plan or maybe by what was happening deeper in Dharak's evolution DNA.

The chamber grew eerily. The air was charged with tension, still lingering from the forced evolution. Dharak felt the power of Drago's DNA coursing through his veins, and he knew that this was the moment that would define him either he would be consumed by the darkness, or he would rise above it.

Taking a deep breath, Dharak stepped back, his body still trembling from the exertion of the transformation.

But Dharak pushed aside his doubts. He was a weapon now, forged by his master's hand and powered by the essence of the one who had brought him low. He would not falter. He would not hesitate. He would take what he needed and leave nothing behind.

The muscles in his back and haunches coiled and flexed in ways they never had before. And as the evolution reached its peak, Dharak found himself pushing off the ground with his hind legs, his massive tail balancing him.

He looked down at his front legs, now elongated and tipped with vicious claws. He had never felt so unbalanced, so... so un-dragon-like. Yet, there was an undeniable allure to this new form. It was as if he had been caged and was now free to stalk his prey with a newfound grace. The power was intoxicating.

Slowly, Dharak raised his new limbs, feeling the strength and speed that surged through them. He took a tentative step forward, the sensation of standing on two legs alien yet exhilarating. The ground trembled beneath his newfound weight, and he felt a thrill of excitement.

As Dharak blinked, his surroundings swimming into focus, he felt a change in the very air around him. His wings, once sleek and powerful, had morphed into something else entirely. They were now sharper, stronger, their edges gleaming like razors.

Dharak's vision swam as he staggered to his feet, his new form feeling unnatural, yet powerful. He looked down at his claws, now tipped with the same fiery energy that once belonged to his enemy. The weight of the power was almost too much to bear, but he gritted his teeth and focused.

But the siren's call was too strong. The purple aura grew brighter, pulsing in rhythm with his rapid heartbeat. His muscles bulged and stretched, the veins on his arms and neck standing out like rivers of fire. His eyes, once a fiery orange, now burned with a deep purple hue that mirrored the energy engulfing him. His roars grew louder, resonating through the chamber, shaking the very foundation of the fortress.

Kazarina watched the transformation with a mix of scientific fascination and greed. This was the power she had sought for so long, the key to unlocking the secrets of the bakugan. Her eyes never left the screen as she monitored the DNA fusion, her hands steady and precise on the controls.

Barodius' grin grew wider as the aura grew stronger, his own power feeding off the energy in the room. He knew that with Dharak by his side, they would be unstoppable. The prophecy of the ultimate dark bakugan would soon be fulfilled, and together they would conquer Vestoria.
Dharak's roar grew in volume until it filled the entire chamber, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of the fortress. His scales, once a deep, intimidating black, now shimmered with a purple sheen, hinting at the power that now coursed through his veins. He was no longer just a dragon; he was a creature born of darkness and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with.

He could not. The allure of power was too strong.

As the beam of light grew brighter, Dharak's legs began to transform. He felt his muscles coil and stretch, his bones reshape. The power of the evolution was not just in the strength of his scales and the fierceness of his breath but in the very way he carried himself. His legs grew longer, more robust, and ended in sharp, powerful talons that could dig into the ground or tear through the toughest of armors. He had never felt so... balanced before, even when walking in all fours.

Drago's DNA, fiery and unyielding, fought back, trying to maintain its dominance. It was a battle of wills as much as it was a physical transformation. Dharak felt himself being torn apart, his very identity at stake.

As the light dimmed and the pain receded, Dharak took a tentative step forward. The sensation was strange, his body now more akin to a creature of two worlds. His tail lashed behind him, and he felt the shift in balance as he moved from a quadrupedal stance to a bipedal one. It was odd, standing on his hind legs, but it brought with it a sense of dominance, a promise of a new kind of strength.

Kazarina's eyes gleamed with excitement as she monitored the process, her mind racing with the possibilities. If they could harness this power, they could rule the bakugan world without challenge. But she knew better than to let her guard down.


Suddenly, reality hit back. The pain was intense, as if he had been ripped from a warm embrace into a pit of fire. The fusion was complete, and Dharak was left panting.
Dharak blinked, the vision fading. He looked down at his new form, the scales that gleamed with a hint of pink, a stark contrast to his usual black and red. He could feel the power of Drago within him, a power that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The memory of the chains, of the struggle, remained vivid in his mind, a reminder of what he had just endured and what he had become.
Dharak took a deep breath and pushed himself to his feet. His legs wobbled, unused to the weight of his new form, but he steadied himself quickly. The chamber was silent, the air thick with anticipation.
He looked down at his new form, his eyes now a swirling vortex of purple energy, a testament to the successful fusion. His body was larger, more muscular, and his scales shimmered with a sinister purple aura. He felt the power of Drago within him, a force that seemed to be at war with his very soul.

But Dharak was determined to control it, to wield this newfound might against those who had wronged him.

Barodius stepped closer, his gaze intense. "How do you feel?"

Dharak took a deep breath, feeling the power coursing through his veins. "Strong," he rumbled. "I feel... invincible."

Barodius watched with glee, his eyes never leaving Dharak's transformed figure. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.
Barodius watched with a mix of pride and hunger. Dharak had undergone the transformation, and the power that radiated from him was palpable. "Now, my creation," he said, his voice a low purr, "it is time for you to truly embrace your newfound might."

"We successfully fused Blitz Dragonoid's DNA with Dharak's, which caused him to evolve..." Kazarina though with malice. "I guess not even Spectra or Masqerade would have done it"

Dharak took another step forward, feeling the power of his new form thrumming through his veins.

...In another Part of the Facility...

(Egg Sequence)
You understand all quickly hehe. Ok, drago (all the bakugans), born in their adult forms ok, and do the explosion sequence of Drago romping destroying the egg, with his tail, feet and wings, ok? Equal in the video.

 Barodius and Kazarina
(Continuation)
The egg rolled a few inches and then, with a sound like shattering glass, the top half split open. Out from the shimmering mess emerged a creature, unlike anything Max had ever seen. It had legs like a dragon, but the rest of its body was a fusion of scales and metal, with eyes that glowed like embers. The creature looked around, disoriented, before its fiery gaze settled.

The creature unfurled its wings. They were the kind of leathery wings of a bat. These were metal plates that extended with a screech, reflecting the fading sunlight like a mirrored shield. The creature was a pattern of mechanical parts and organic beauty, a blend that was both mesmerizing and unsettling.
The creature's movements were fluid, a clearly demonstration of power and grace that seemed almost unreal.

Suddenly, the dragon took to the air, the creature's eyes narrowed as it took in its surroundings. Clearly looking for a challenge to his mighty presence.
The dragon, now known as Drago, took a moment to survey his surroundings. His tail swished, sending a shower of eggshells flying. The room was bathed in the fading light, the air thick with dust and the smell of something ancient and powerful.

As its legs grew stronger, the creature began to push against the egg’s remains. The eggshell crackled under its weight. The creature was powerful indeed.

The egg's shards flew in different directions, glinting as they caught the light before clattering to the ground around them. Dharak watched as the creature stretched its body, flexing muscles that rippled beneath scales that seemed to be made of molten steel. It was a strange and fascinating creature, born into a world it had never seen before.

The creature looked around, blinking a few times as if trying to adjust to the sudden influx of stimuli. It took a wobbly step forward and Dharak reached out a tentative hand. The creature's head snapped in his direction, could feel the heat radiating from its body.

Dharak took a step back, unsure if it would see him as a threat or an ally. "Easy there," he murmured, keeping his voice calm and soothing. "You're safe here." The creature paused, tilting its head slightly as if trying to understand the human words.

Finally, with a grunt that was almost like a nod, it took a more deliberate step towards Dharak. The boy took a deep breath and held out his hand closer, palm up. The creature studied him for a moment longer before cautiously placing a metallic claw onto his palm. Dharak could feel the strength in that one touch, the power that lay coiled within its body.

Together, they helped each other. Dharak offered his support, while the creature learned to balance on its new legs. It took a few unsteady steps before finding its footing. The bond between them grew stronger with every touch, every shared moment of discovery. The creature looked up at Dharak with eyes that held an ancient wisdom and a fiery determination. Dharak knew that he had been chosen as the guardian of this powerful being. He had no idea what lay ahead, but he felt a sense of excitement and responsibility swell within him.

The creature was getting more comfortable with its surroundings now, and Dharak could see the curiosity in its eyes. It was exploring the chamber, examining the walls and the ground with a sense of wonder that was infectious.

The dragon's snout brushed against Dharak's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the creature's hot breath on his skin, smell the faint scent of sulfur and ash that clung to it. Dharak held his breath, unsure of what to do, but feeling a strange calmness wash over him as the creature's eyes locked onto his.

Drago's touch was surprisingly gentle, his scales as smooth as polished chrome. He leaned into Dharak's claw, and the boy felt the vibration of a deep, contented purr resonating through his palm. A connection was forming, a bond that was more than just a boy and his pet, but a partnership, a kinship that was rare and powerful in the world of Bakugan.

As Dharak's hand moved to stroke Drago's snout, the dragon's eyes brightened, and the wings along his back shifted, standing tall like the spikes of an agitated porcupine. He knew this was his human, the one he would protect and fight alongside. The bond was sealed, and the air around them crackled with the energy of it.

As Drago’s nose brushed against his skin, Dharak felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body, a warmth that grew and grew until it seemed to envelop them both. He realized, with a sudden clarity that took his breath away, that this was a bonding moment, a moment that would shape the destiny of both of them. Drago’s eyes grew more intense, and his breathing grew shallow. The dragonling leaned in, his nose touching Dharak’s neck, and inhaled deeply.
The bond grew stronger with each passing second, and Dharak could feel something within him shifting, changing. It was an alien sensation, but he didn’t resist it. Instead, he closed his eyes and let the dragon’s scent fill him, let the warmth of the bond wash over him like a wave. He could feel their hearts beating in unison, the same fiery pulse of life that linked them together. And as the world around them grew quiet, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to emerge, Dharak knew that he and Drago were no longer just two separate beings. They were connected now, bound by something ancient and unbreakable.

....Mating Scene....
"Drago, come here boy," Dharak called out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit chamber. The mighty pyro, a creature of fiery scales and unmatched strength, turned his head lazily at the sound. His nose twitched as he caught a scent, something faint yet strangely familiar. He lumbered closer to the figure standing by the entrance, tail swishing idly.

Dharak watched Drago approach, his eyes narrowing as the creature's nose flicked a bit. It was an innocuous gesture, something Drago did often when he was curious. But this time, it was different. The dragon's movements had an unmistakable urgency, as if drawn by an invisible thread. Dharak reached out a tentative hand, stroking the side of Drago's snout. The dragon leaned into the touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment before they snapped open again, his gaze locked on Dharak.

Drago stepped closer, his warm breath fanning out across Dharak's skin. He leaned down, his nose snuffling against Dharak's neck. Dharak froze, his heart pounding in his chest. It wasn't just a curious sniff; it was something more. He could feel a tension coil in the dragon's powerful body, something that went beyond the typical playfulness of their interactions. Drago's eyes searched Dharak's, filled with a yearning that seemed to speak of a deeper connection, a bond that was about to be forged in a way Dharak had never imagined possible.

"Drago," Dharak murmured, his hand gently stroking the large creature's snout. The dragon's eyes, usually a fiery crimson, had softened to a warm ember hue. Drago's nose flicked a bit more, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in Dharak's scent. It was a gesture that seemed almost... intimate, and it made Dharak's heart race.

The two of them stood in a chmaber, surrounded by tall grass that whispered secrets to the wind. The sun was a soft glow in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. Dharak could feel the warmth of Drago's breath against his palm, a stark contrast to the chilly conditioning air.

Dharak had always felt a bond with Drago, but something was different today. The dragon's movements were slower, more deliberate, as if he were savoring every second they spent together. Dharak had noticed the change in Drago's demeanor over the past few weeks, but he couldn't quite place what it was. He had hoped it was just the bond between them growing stronger, but now, as Drago's nose traveled down to his neck, he wondered if it was something more.
The dragon's nostrils quivered against his skin, and Dharak felt a shiver run down his spine. He tilted his head slightly, giving the dragon better access. The gesture was innocent, yet it spoke volumes. It was the kind of action that could be easily misinterpreted, especially by a creature as intuitive and attuned to its surroundings as Drago. Dharak held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop.

Drago's breath was hot on his neck, sending waves of sensation through his body. Dharak's eyes closed as he leaned into the dragon's touch, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. He had read about this kind of behavior in books, but he had never thought it would happen to him.

The dragon's scaled cheek brushed against his, and Dharak felt the gentle press of Drago's lips against his own. It was a gesture that was tender and surprising, and Dharak's eyes shot open in astonishment. He stared into the dragon's eyes, searching for understanding, for some clue as to what this meant.
Drago's gaze remained fixed on him, his eyes filled with an emotion that Dharak had never seen before. It was a look of yearning, a silent plea that seemed to speak directly to Dharak's soul. The dragon's claws, usually sharp and unforgiving, were now soft as they trailed down Dharak's side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Dharak's own claws responded instinctively, tracing the powerful contours of Drago's muscular body, feeling the warmth beneath the scales.

The air grew thick with tension as Dharak's claws reached the base of Drago's neck, his touch lingering for a moment before moving up to the dragon's cheek. The dragon's breath hitched, and Dharak felt a strange thrill at the effect he was having. The creature was so much larger than him, so much more powerful, yet here he was, responding to Dharak's every move with a gentleness that was utterly captivating.

And then, as if a dam had broken, Dharak realized what it was that had changed between them. It was love. It was a love that transcended the boundaries of their species, a love that had been simmering beneath the surface of their friendship for who knows how long. And in that moment, as Drago leaned in, his eyes closed, and their muzzles met in a tender kiss, Dharak knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

The kiss was like a spark that ignited a raging inferno. The world around them disappeared as the two bakugan became lost in each other. Dharak felt his scales tingle and his heart swell with a warmth that he had never felt before. Drago's breath was hot and sweet against his skin, his tongue exploring with a gentle curiosity that sent shivers down Dharak's spine. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, of acceptance, of a bond that had grown into something beautiful and profound.

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as one. Dharak could feel the dragon's heart pounding in time with his own, their bodies pressed together in a silent declaration of their feelings. The grass around them seemed to sigh in approval as the sun kissed their scales, painting them in a warm, golden light that bathed the entire scene in an ethereal glow.

For a moment, they stayed there, locked in a silent understanding that went beyond words. Then Dharak spoke, his voice a hoarse whisper, "I guess you kiss just fine." Drago's eyes, now a gentle amber, searched Dharak's, and the dragon nodded slightly. It was an affirmation, a declaration of something more than friendship. The air around them grew thick with tension, and Dharak could feel his own scales rising in response to the dragon's touch.

Their bond was changing, evolving into something deeper and more complex than either of them had anticipated. It was a mating dance, an ancient ritual that played out between them without the need for words. Dharak's claws began to travel along Drago's body, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath the smooth scales. He took in the creature's form, assessing every inch with a newfound appreciation. Drago, in turn, leaned into the touch, his own claws unfurling slightly, his wings fluttering with excitement.
Drago took a step back, and Dharak's hand fell away. The dragon's eyes searched his, looking for something, perhaps seeking permission. Dharak felt his throat tighten, but all he could do was nod. He watched as Drago's massive body shifted, his legs folding beneath him, until he too was on all fours. The ground trembled slightly under his weight. Dharak took a tentative step closer, his eyes never leaving the creature before him. He could see the tension in Drago's muscles, the way his tail twitched slightly from side to side.

The moment hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotion and anticipation. Dharak knew that he was about to cross a line, that there was no going back after this. But the pull between them was too strong. He reached out, placing his hand on Drago's broad shoulder. The dragon's scales were warm under his touch, the texture a mix of velvet and steel. Drago leaned into the touch, almost imperceptibly, and Dharak felt a jolt of energy surge through him.

Drago's head lifted, and for a moment, Dharak felt the weight of his gaze, intense and unyielding. The dragon's eyes searched his, looking for something... permission, perhaps? Dharak swallowed hard, his hand still resting on Drago's snout. He didn't know if he could give that consent, didn't know if he even wanted to. But his body was acting of its own accord, leaning into the warmth and comfort the dragon offered.
Dharak's body responded instinctively, his own tail twitching in a way that was unfamiliar but somehow... right. He could feel the heat radiating from the dragon, and the need to be closer grew stronger by the second. Dharak's hands continued to move, exploring the dragon's body with a newfound curiosity.

And then, as if the dragon could read his thoughts, Drago's hind legs shifted, and he bent slightly, presenting his tail to Dharak. The gesture was clear, and Dharak's mind raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Suddenly, Drago stepped back, his movements graceful despite his size. He lowered his head, and Dharak could see the anticipation in his eyes. "Get on all fours, Dragonid," Dharak murmured, his voice thick with unspoken desire. The words seemed to hang in the air, charged with an energy that made the very grass beneath them shiver.

Drago's powerful legs bent, and he lowered his body, his tail swishing from side to side as he assumed the position. Dharak's gaze roved over the creature's form, taking in every scale and muscle. The dragon's wings folded in, creating a protective cocoon around them. The air was heavy with tension, the kind that comes before a storm. Dharak knew that he was crossing a line, but he couldn't resist the pull. He took a deep breath and stepped closer, his claws tracing along Drago's mid-section. The dragon's skin was surprisingly soft, the scales warm and pliant beneath his touch. Dharak felt a thrill of excitement and fear as he realized what he was doing. He was assessing his partner, preparing for something ancient and primal. The bond they shared was about to take a turn that neither of them could have predicted, and he wasn't sure if he was ready. But as he looked into Drago's eyes, he knew that there was no turning back.
Dharak took a tentative step forward, his claws tracing along Drago's mid-section as he assessed the powerful features laid before him. The dragon's scales were smooth and warm under his touch, and he could feel the strength of the creature's muscles beneath them. It was a heady mix of fear and excitement that made his head spin, and he knew he was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. Yet, as he looked into Drago's eyes, he saw only acceptance and desire, mirroring his own emotions. He knew in that moment that this was the natural progression of their bond, and he was ready to embrace it fully.

With a deep sigh, Dharak leaned into the dragon, his claws unconsciously tracing a pattern along Drago's powerful hips. The scales were warm to the touch, and the muscles beneath them tensed ever so slightly at his touch. It was a gentle caress, but it was loaded with meaning. The tension in the air grew thick, almost palpable, as Dharak's claws lingered, his thoughts racing with the possibilities of what could come next. He had never felt this way before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Drago's tail swished once, twice, and then wrapped around Dharak's waist, pulling him closer. Dharak gasped, his claws digging into the dragon's flesh in a mix of surprise and arousal. The pressure was firm, but not painful, a silent declaration of intent that made his knees go weak. The dragon's eyes never left his, searching, questioning, begging for permission to proceed. And with a tremble in his voice, Dharak whispered the words that would change their relationship forever: "Do it."

The dragon's movements grew bolder, his tail tightening around Dharak's midsection as he turned to face him fully. Dharak's claws continued their exploration, moving from Drago's hips to the base of his spine. The dragon's skin was surprisingly soft there, a stark contrast to the scales that covered the rest of his body. It was a vulnerable spot, and Dharak felt a strange thrill at being the first to touch it so intimately.

Drago's tail curled around Dharak's, pulling him closer. Dharak gasped at the sudden contact, his claws digging in reflexively. Drago's breathing grew heavier, the warm puffs against his neck sending waves of desire through Dharak's body. The dragon's hips rolled slightly, a subtle invitation that Dharak couldn't ignore. He leaned into the embrace, his own body responding to the unspoken need.

The air around them grew thick with anticipation as Dharak's claws continued their path downward. He reached the base of Drago's tail, where it met the powerful muscles of his lower body. The dragon's tail tightened around him, urging him onward. Dharak's eyes closed as he reached the spot, his claws curling around to find purchase on the dragon's firm ass. He took a deep, steadying breath and pushed aside any doubt or hesitation. This was what they both wanted, what they both needed. His claws tightened, and with a gentle but firm pressure, he began to guide himself closer to the place where their bond would truly be sealed.

Their movements grew more frenzied, their bodies moving as one. Dharak's mind was a whirlwind of passion and need, his every thought consumed by the dragon beneath him. He could feel the dragon's muscles tense, could hear the growl building in his chest. And then, with a roar that shook the very ground they stood upon, Dharak released his seed into Drago.

The tension grew as Dharak felt the unmistakable pressure of Drago's tail coil around his own. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew was coming next. With a grace that belied his size, Drago shifted his weight, bringing his powerful hindquarters closer. Dharak's eyes widened slightly, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins as he realized the dragon's intent. He knew that in Vestroya, mating was a raw, primal act, and he had no doubt that this would be the same.

As the dragon's body pressed against him, Dharak felt the warmth of his arousal, and a strange, thrilling sensation took hold of him. He leaned into it, his own body responding despite the unfamiliarity of the situation. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt the tip of Drago's member nudging against his backside. The dragon was careful, his movements measured and gentle, as if he knew the gravity of what they were about to do.






Barodius, the wise old sage of the brawlers, had been watching from a distance, sensing the shift in the air. He knew that Dharak and Drago's bond was growing stronger, and he felt it was time to prepare them for what was to come. With a swift movement, he swiped a card through the air, and a flash of light enveloped Dharak. The young man's eyes widened as he felt the weight of new armor materialize around his body, fitting him like a second skin. The metal was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the dragon beside him. It was a battle armor, something he had never worn before.

Dharak looked down at himself, astonished.

The fusion was seamless, the metal and circuitry weaving into his very flesh. His muscles bulged as the power of the armor surged through him, and he felt a thrum of energy that was at once exhilarating and a little terrifying. The armor was unlike anything he had ever seen before, a mix of ancient runes and futuristic technology that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The color of the metal matched the scales on Dharak's, as if it was fit just for him, which likely is.

Dharak looked down at his hands, which were now enveloped in gauntlets that ended in sharp pincers. His eyes widened further when he saw that the armor had extended down his back, forming a set of wings that matched Drago's own. He took a tentative step backward, the metal plates of the armor clinking softly together. The wings flexed, and Dharak felt a sudden jolt of power surge through his body. He knew that he had been granted something extraordinary, something that would allow him to stand alongside his dragon not just as a partner, but as an equal.

As Dharak's armor formed, he noticed something peculiar. Extending from his lower back were two slender tentacles, made of the same gleaming metal as his gear. They writhed slightly, as if alive, and he watched in amazement as they grew longer, reaching for Drago.

Drago's eyes lit up with understanding, and he turned to face Dharak, his massive body seemingly shrinking in size as he shifted his weight.
The dragon's tail swished behind him. Drago noticed the change and pulled away slightly, his gaze focused on the new additions to Dharak's attire. His eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. The tentacles reacted to the dragon's presence, reaching out tentatively and caressing Drago's scales.
The dragon tensed at first, but the touch was gentle, almost comforting. Dharak watched as the dragon's body language relaxed, his tail swishing lazily from side to side. It was clear that the bond between them was evolving, and the armor was a part of it.

As Dharak's heart rate slowed, he felt a strange power surging through him. The tentacles grew more responsive, moving with a life of their own. They seemed to be guided by an instinct that Dharak didn't quite understand yet. The warmth in his chest grew more intense, and he knew that the moment he had feared and longed for was upon them. With trembling hands, he reached down to touch the tentacles, feeling their softness and the power that lay within. They quivered at his touch, and he knew that they were meant to be used to seal the bond between them forever.
As the tentacles directed their load towards Drago's rear, Dharak's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

The battle armor's arms, now fully formed, coiled around Drago's massive body, drawing him closer to Dharak. The dragon's eyes snapped open, a mix of surprise and understanding flickering within. The tentacles grew stronger, lifting Dharak off the ground, pressing him against Drago's broad chest. Dharak could feel the heat radiating from the dragon, the beating of his mighty heart beneath the layers of scales.

The armor's movements grew more insistent, the tentacles guiding Dharak's body into a position that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Drago's tail wrapped around Dharak's larger one, supporting him as the battle gear aligned their forms. Dharak gasped as he felt something hard and unyielding press against his thigh, and he realized what was happening. The armor was urging him to claim Drago, to complete the bond that had been building between them.

Drago's eyes searched Dharak's, seeking reassurance. Dharak nodded, his voice a whisper lost in the wind. The tentacles tightened, and Dharak felt himself being pulled closer, the armor's will merging with his own. He leaned in, his body responding to the call of the dragon, and the world fell away as they became one. The sensation was unlike anything Dharak had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure, of power and surrender. It was a bond that went beyond friendship, beyond partnership—it was a mating, a joining of two spirits that would be forever entwined.


With trembling hands, Dharak reached up to stroke Drago's cheek, the metal of his battle gear making a soft scraping sound against the dragon's scales. Drago nuzzled into the touch, his eyes still closed. Dharak took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. The bond was there, undeniable and powerful. He leaned in, and as their lips met, the world around them exploded in a burst of light.
The kiss was electric, a spark that ignited a raging inferno within both of them. The tentacles of Dharak's armor coiled around the dragon's body, tightening as the bond grew stronger. Drago's eyes snapped open, and he let out a low, rumbling growl of pleasure that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them. Dharak gasped as the dragon's tail curled around his waist, pulling him closer. The warmth of Drago's body was overwhelming, and he could feel the creature's heart beating in time with his own.

The moment was charged with energy, like the air before a lightning storm. Dharak felt something building within him, a pressure that grew with every second that passed. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His body was responding to the bond in a way he had never expected, his thoughts consumed by a primal need to be one with Drago.

With a roar that echoed across the plains, Dharak climbed onto the dragon's back. The tentacles of his armor wrapped around them both, securing him in place. Drago's wings spread wide, blocking out the sun, and Dharak could see the veins of power pulsing through them. He leaned back, his eyes closed, and let out a cry of pure release as he felt himself unload deep within the dragon. The lightning bolts that arced from his body pierced the sky, a visual representation of the ecstasy that consumed him.

The roar of pain and pleasure that tore from Dharak's throat was unlike anything he had ever heard before. His body spasmed, muscles contracting as the intensity of the moment washed over him. He could feel every inch of Drago's body beneath him, every scale, every beat of his heart. It was as if they were one being, united in a dance as old as time itself.


The room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the two dragons. Drago lay there, unmoving, his once fiery gaze now glazed over with an eerie stillness. Dharak felt a strange connection to him, a bond formed in the crucible of their shared power.
The lightning bolts crackled through the air, a symphony of electricity and passion. Dharak's body was wired with energy, his nerves singing with the intensity of it all. He could feel Drago's heartbeat, thundering in sync with his own. The dragon's tail wrapped around Dharak's waist, pulling him closer, as if trying to absorb him into his very essence. The roars of pain were a mix of pleasure and pain, a crescendo that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the world around them.
Dharak's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the power of his climax surge through his body. The tentacles of his armor pulsed in time with his heartbeat, burrowing deeper into Drago's body. Drago's tail wrapped around Dharak's, pulling him closer as the two of them became one in a symphony of passion.

The world around them fell away as they lost themselves in each other. The tall grass bent and swayed in the aftermath of their union, as if bowing to the power of their love. Dharak's legs trembled, and he clung to Drago for support. He could feel the dragon's warmth seeping into his very soul, and he knew that their bond had reached a new level.
Dharak's hips bucked against Drago's, the two of them moving as one. The tentacles of the battle gear coiled around the dragon's body, tightening and releasing in a rhythmic dance. They were connected in every possible way, and as Dharak felt his climax approaching, he knew that this was it. This was the moment that would seal their bond forever.

With a final, guttural cry, Dharak unloaded his cum into Drago's ass, the force of it sending a shockwave through both of them. The lightning bolts grew more frequent, the air crackling with the intensity of their union. Dharak felt his own essence melding with the dragon's, their life forces becoming one. The ground beneath them trembled, and the sky above was painted with an array of colors that had never been seen before.

Their bond was now complete, a fusion of love and power that could shake the very foundations of the earth. They stood there, panting, as the aftershocks of their union rippled through the air. The grass around them had been burned away, leaving only ash and scorched earth. But in the center of that destruction was a new life, a spark that grew brighter with every pulse of their hearts. The two of them had become something more, something greater than the sum of their parts.
As the intensity of their union reached its peak, Dharak felt a strange sensation in his own body. His abdomen grew warm, and a feeling of fullness filled him, as if something was growing within. He knew that this was the moment of conception, the culmination of their love and bond. Drago's tail tightened around him, a silent acknowledgment of the new life that now grew within the dragon.

They stood there, locked in their intimate, as the lightning slowly faded. The energy that had once crackled in the air grew softer, leaving only the gentle hum of the breeze to serenade them. Dharak pulled away slightly, looking into Drago's eyes. They were no longer just partners in battle; they were bound together in a way that transcended friendship or loyalty.
Drago's hindquarters clenched, accepting Dharak's gift. His scales quivered with pleasure as he understood the significance of this union. The dragon's instincts took over, his body responding to the primal act in a way that was both natural and surprising to Dharak. The young brawler felt the dragon's muscles tense around him, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection they had just shared.

As the lightning subsided, Dharak leaned heavily against Drago, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The dragon's eyes remained closed, savoring the sensation of Dharak's love. Dharak felt a sudden heaviness in his stomach, a strange warmth that spread through his body and into the dragon's. It was as if he could feel the very essence of life taking root within the creature he loved.
Dharak felt a strange warmth spreading through his body, reaching into the core of his being. His breath hitched as Drago's tail tightened around his waist, holding him closer still. He knew that this bonding meant more than just the joining of two souls; it was a physical union as well, a merging that would leave a mark on both of them forever.

The tentacles of Dharak's battle gear pulsed in time with Drago's heartbeat, sending waves of power through their shared bond. Dharak could feel the dragon's love and lust, the raw power of his emotions, and it was intoxicating. The lightning bolts grew more frequent, more intense, until the air was alive with electricity.

Drago's body tensed, and Dharak knew that the dragon was close to his own peak. He could feel the dragon's heat growing, a pressure building within Drago that would soon be released in a burst of fiery passion.

Dharak felt a strange heaviness within him, a knowing that something profound had occurred. Drago's eyes slowly opened, and he looked down at Dharak with a gentle expression, his breath coming in deep, contented huffs. The dragon's hind legs quivered once more before going still, and Dharak realized that the union had indeed made Drago gravid.

They stood there, locked in their embrace, basking in the afterglow of their love. The bond between them was now unbreakable, a bond that would last through the ages. Dharak knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, that they had much to learn and experience. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of Drago's body against his, the beat of the dragon's heart echoing his own.
Their tails remained locked, a testament to the depth of their bond. Dharak's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, trying to process that was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
The two of them stood there, entwined, as the reality of what had just occurred settled over them. Dharak's armor had not only bonded them on a spiritual level but had also impregnated Drago. It was an ancient ritual, one that was only meant to be performed between true mates. The armor had recognized the depth of their bond and had acted accordingly.

Drago's tail unfurled from around Dharak's, and he took a shaky step back. The tentacles of the battle gear slowly retracted, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness where they had once been. Drago looked at him with a newfound affection, his eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to glow even brighter than before.
Their kiss deepened, the lightning arcs growing stronger and more frequent. Dharak's body was a conduit for the power that flowed between them, and he reveled in it. The tentacles of his battle gear coiled around Drago's body, holding him tightly. Their tails remained locked, a physical symbol of their unbreakable bond. Dharak felt the warmth of Drago's love pulsing through him, filling him with strength and courage. He knew that he would do anything to protect the dragon, to stand by his side in the battles to come. The tentacles of his battle gear retreated, leaving the warmth of their shared essence behind.

They broke the kiss, both panting slightly. Dharak leaned his forehead against Drago's, feeling the warmth of the dragon's breath on his face.
With a deep sigh, Dharak pulled away from drago's embrace, his own body trembling with the aftermath of their passionate bonding. Drago's tail loosened slightly, allowing him to move, but it remained wrapped around Dharak's waist, a constant reminder of their newfound connection. The young man looked into the dragon's eyes, searching for any sign of regret or confusion. But all he saw was a warm, accepting gaze that mirrored his own feelings.

Their bond had reached a new level of intimacy, and Dharak knew that there was no turning back. Drago's hind legs quivered again, and Dharak felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to be closer to him.
Drago's hind legs quivered as Dharak mounted him, his battle gear adapting to the new position, supporting Dharak's body as he straddled the dragon's muscular haunches. Their tails entwined, a visual representation of the connection that had just been solidified. Drago's eyes never left Dharak's, filled with a mix of love and lust that made Dharak's breath hitch.

With a gentle push, Dharak began to rock against Drago's body, the friction of their scales creating a delicious sensation. Drago's tail tightened around his, urging him closer, and Dharak felt himself harden again at the contact. The dragon's breath grew ragged as Dharak's movements grew more insistent, his hands gripping the dragonoid's sides to steady himself.
Drago's hind legs quivered, and Dharak knew that the dragon was ready to claim him in return. With a bit of clumsiness, Drago shifted his weight, his tail uncoiling from around Dharak's tail to wrap around his legs, lifting them to expose his most vulnerable spot. Dharak gasped, his eyes going wide as he felt the dragon's member pressing against him.

The dragon took a moment to admire Dharak. Then, with a gentle nudge, Drago began to enter Dharak, his body barely stretching to accommodate his lover's size. Dharak moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as the sensation washed over him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost overwhelming.

Drago took his time, pushing in inch by inch, giving Dharak's body a chance to adjust to the intrusion. Dharak's armor tightened around them both, creating a cocoon of protection and support. Dharak's breath grew shallow as he felt himself being filled, the pressure building until it was almost too much to bear. But through the haze of pleasure, he knew he wanted this, needed this connection to come to love.

With a final, powerful thrust, Drago seated himself fully inside Dharak, and he let out a cry that echoed through the chamber. They paused for a moment, panting, their hearts beating as one. And then, as if they had been doing this for eons, Drago began to move. His powerful hips thrusting upward, filling Dharak completely with each movement.

Dharak leaned forward, burying his face in Drago's neck, breathing in the scent of smoky musk that was uniquely the Bakugan's own.
But despite the fiery passion that burned between them, Dharak's battle armor seemed to be taking its toll on the dragonoid. Drago's movements grew weaker, his hips not quite as strong as they had been moments before. The armor, while enhancing Dharak's strength and agility, was also sapping Drago's vitality, as if it was feeding off the very essence of their bond. Dharak could feel the dragonoid's exhaustion, and it filled him with a newfound urgency to make this union as pleasurable for Drago as it was for himself.

Ignoring the ache in his own body, Dharak reached down, placing his hand on the base of Drago's tail, guiding his movements. Drago's eyes rolled back in his head, his jaws parting in a silent scream of pleasure as Dharak hit the perfect rhythm. The tentacles of the battle gear pulsed in sync with Drago's hips, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Dharak's armor had become an extension of their love, a conduit for the energy that flowed between them.

The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing and the rustle of grass beneath them. Sweat beaded on Dharak's brow, and his muscles quivered with the effort of holding onto Drago's powerful form. He could feel the dragon's orgasm building, the tension in his body growing tauter with each passing second. Dharak leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Drago's, whispering words of encouragement and love into the dragon's ear.

Drago's hind legs began to shake again, the tremors traveling up his body until he was quivering all over. And then, with a roar that shook the very foundation of the earth, he climaxed. The force of it sent Dharak's lightning bolts flying in every direction, illuminating the chamber in a brilliant flash of light. The dragon's warm seed filled Dharak, mixing with the power of the battle gear, creating a potent elixir that sealed their bond.

The two of them lay there, panting and spent, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their union. Dharak felt the armor around him begin to recede, the metal tentacles retreating back into the suit.

The sensation grew, building like a storm inside Dharak, threatening to consume him entirely. Drago's movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in great heaves. Dharak felt the dragonoid's muscles tighten around him, the passion reaching its peak. And then, with a roar that shook the heavens, Drago released his seed, filling Dharak with his essence.

The two of them lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and tails. The lightning had ceased, and the only sound was their ragged breathing and the distant whisper of the wind. Dharak felt something new within him, a warmth that grew with every beat of his heart. It was the promise of life, the beginnings of a new chapter in their shared destiny.
Drago's hind legs quivered, a sign of his deep pleasure. Dharak's eyes snapped open, and he stared into the depths of Drago's fiery gaze. In that moment, he understood. The bond between them had grown beyond friendship, beyond partnership. They had become something more, something primal and eternal.

As Dharak withdrew his tentacles, a soft glow began to emanate from Drago's belly. The dragon's scales rippled and shifted, his body changing before Dharak's very eyes. He could see the beginnings of life taking shape within Drago, the promise of new life growing stronger with every beat of the dragon's heart.

The dragonoid's hind legs quivered once more, and Dharak knew that their bond was complete. They had become more than just brawlers and partners; they were now a mated pair, forever linked by a bond that transcended time and space.

Drago shifted his weight, his powerful hind legs spreading slightly as his breath grew ragged, his body moving in time with the dragonoid's rhythm. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through him with every thrust.

Dharak's eyes squeezed shut as he felt his climax building, his body tightening around Drago's length. The dragonoid's movements grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Dharak with the force of a battering ram. Dharak's moans grew louder, his body begging for release. And when it finally came, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.


As they parted, Dharak slipped off Drago's back, landing lightly on his feet. The dragon turned a graceful 180 degrees until they were facing opposite directions, their tails still entwined. The new position was awkward yet intimate, and Dharak's cheeks flushed at the sight of Drago's belly, a clear sign of their recent mating.

Dharak's eyes rolled back in his head as the dragonoid's member stroked him from within. It was an indescribable sensation, one that seemed to resonate through every cell in his body. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, and he could feel the Drago's love and desire as if they were his own.

Drago's hips grew stronger, his movements more deliberate as he claimed Dharak fully. Dharak's hands tightened on the dragon's sides, his nails digging into the tough scales as he tried to hold on, his body moving in perfect sync with Drago's. The dragonoid's tail coiled around his own, holding him in place as they moved as one.

Dharak could feel the Drago's climax approaching, the heat building within him like a volcano ready to erupt. He leaned back, his teeth gripping the base of Drago's neck, and the dragon took the hint, his movements growing more urgent.

The moment came with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Dharak felt the hot rush of dragonseed filling him, the power of it surging through their bond, and he knew that this was it. They were mated for life, their destinies intertwined like the very threads of existence itself.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Dharak leaned into Drago's embrace, feeling the warmth of the dragon's love surrounding him. He had never felt so complete, so alive.

Drago's breathing slowed, his eyes closing as he reveled in the warmth and safety of their union. Dharak kissed the dragonoid's cheek, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, his voice shaky with emotion. They had taken the ultimate step, and there was no turning back.

Their bodies remained entwined, the tentacles of Dharak's battle gear slowly retracting, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. The lightning had subsided, leaving only the soft glow of their love to illuminate the chamber. As they lay there, their hearts beating as one,



With a final, powerful thrust, Drago released his seed deep within Dharak, filling him with warmth and life. Dharak felt his own orgasm wash over him, the lightning from his fingertips becoming a torrent that surrounded them both in a cocoon of pure energy. The world around them shimmered and distorted as their essences melded, creating a bond that could never be broken.

The two of them remained entwined for a few moments more, panting and trembling from the intensity of their union. Dharak leaned into Drago's embrace, feeling the dragon's heart beating steadily against his chest. The battle gear that had once felt restrictive now felt like an extension of himself, a part of the bond that now defined their existence.
Drago's wings unfurled, casting a shadow over the chamber. His hind legs pushed against the ground, propelling himself upwards as he thrust deeper into Dharak. The sound of scales scraping against each other filled the air, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and retreat a declaration of love and dominance. Dharak could feel the dragon's power surging through him, filling him with a strength he had never known before. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, finally joined after an eternity apart.

Their eyes remained locked, each watching the other for any sign of pain or distress. But all Dharak saw in Drago's gaze was passion, pure and unbridled. It was a look that made him feel alive, a look that promised a future filled with love and adventure.

Their breaths grew ragged, their hearts pounding as one. Dharak's eyes drifted closed as the pleasure grew too intense to bear. He felt himself teetering on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he did.

Their roars of ecstasy mingled together, the sound echoing off the chamber walls. Dharak felt the hot, sticky warmth of Drago's seed fill him, a testament to their bond. His own climax followed, a burst of light that seemed to illuminate the entire chamber.

As they both came down from their high, their movements slowed. Dharak's legs trembled, his body weak with pleasure and exhaustion. Drago's tail loosened its grip, and they both slumped to the ground, panting heavily.


...Later that night....

"What?" Barodius yelled, very confused
"Like I said, Barodius, Dharak and Drago are carrying eggs, six to be more accurate..." Kazarina said like it was normal. "How is that....?"
"Possible" Barodius said entering the room "Now I will conquer all Vestrolla"

Barodius and Kazarina watched, their eyes wide with shock and excitement. They had done the unthinkable, fusing the essence of two legendary bakugan into one formidable creature. The potential was limitless, the power unparalleled.

Barodius just laugh all the way to his room....


Finally, Dharak pulled away, his legs shaky as he stood. He looked down at Drago, who watched him with an unreadable expression. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.

The two beings had been inseparable since the day Dharak had laid the egg, nestled among the unase laboratory.
And then it was over. The lightning subsided, the earth stopped trembling, and the air grew still. The two of them remained connected, their breaths mingling as they sat, panting, in the aftermath of their union. Dharak looked down to see their fluids, a mix of their essences, painting the chamber... and their bodies.
The chamber was quiet, the only sounds their labored breathing and the soft sizzle of their cooled fluids on the stone floor. Dharak reached out and touched Drago's cheek, his hand leaving a smear of their combined essence. The dragonoid leaned into the touch, his eyes closing in contentment.

Dharak felt a strange warmth spread through him, a sense of completeness he had never experienced before. He knew that this bond was not just emotional but physical as well. The dragon's seed had taken root within him, a new life growing, a testament to their love. Their musk lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the intimate act they had just shared. Dharak leaned against Drago's side, feeling the dragon's heart beating against his own.
The silence was filled with the sound of their breathing and the distant whispers of the grass outside. Dharak's hand stroked Drago's cheek, feeling the roughness of the scales against his fingertips. The dragon leaned into the touch, his eyes half-closed. They stayed like that for a long moment, basking in the aftermath of their bonding, their hearts beating as one.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and the musky scent of their mating. The air in the chamber was charged with energy, a testament to their passionate union. Drago's scales glistened in the soft light, and Dharak could see his own reflection in the dragon's eyes, filled with love.
The world outside the chamber didn't matter anymore. All that existed was Dharak and Drago, their bond stronger than any metal, their love a force more powerful than any elemental magic. They were mates now, forever linked by a bond that transcended time and space.

Barodius, who had been watching from the shadows, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with approval. He had known that this day would come, had felt it in the very fabric of the universe. The bond between these two was special, a bond that could change the course of history.
They remained there for a while longer, the weight of their union pressing down on them like a warm blanket. Dharak knew that this moment would change everything, that their lives would never be the same again. But he didn't care. All that mattered was the love that burned between them, a love that was as eternal as the stars in the sky.