By M. E. Vehnt
May 30, 2018
Commissioned by an anonymous patron
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This is an adult story (readers 18 years and older only please) and contains acts of sexual intercourse between humans and between sapient dragons and humans.
Keywords: Transformation, feral, gay & straight sex, bondage, oral, blowjob, interspecies, size difference, ownership, supernatural powers
(c)2018 by M. E. Vehnt
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The evening sun slanted in long orange angles as Dan drove home. His little electric car whirred down a 4 lane street divided down the middle by small green trees. It felt great to be getting home finally after a long week but the traffic around him was pissing him off. He had big plans for taking it easy tonight and going out with friends Saturday night. Next to him on the passenger seat was an open cardboard box heaped with motherboards, power supplies, and other random computer hardware. He cast an annoyed glanced over at the box just as red brake lights lit five feet in front of him. He slammed on the brakes and the box of junk rocketed to the floor spilling every last item.
He shot an annoyed stare at the back of the minivan in front of him. "Fuck! Goddammit what the hell are you stopping for?” He was literally three meters from the turn to his street. The driver ahead of him seemed confused and started then paused again. Dan honked his horn and the minivan lurched ahead. "Moron!”
Dan spun the wheel and the car whined up a steep lane draped in shady trees and long shadows from the surrounding apartment complexes. After he parked he blew a big sigh of relief and popped the door open to feel the fresh air.
He breathed in deeply for almost a minute before his gaze wandered back to the junk strewn all over the floor. The box of hardware was given to him by Jason, a coworker at the downtown San Jose corporate office where he worked in IT. Jason's uncle had passed away recently and so the family was looking for a home for all sorts of stuff that the man had hoarded over the years. Jason thought Dan could possibly find something useful in the dated computer hardware but one glance had told Dan it was just useless old junk. Still, he figured he would do his friend a favor and throw it away for him. And so it had ridden around with Dan for the past week, the top-heavy, narrow box constantly threatening to topple. He was mad at himself for not dealing with it sooner as he scooped up the tangled wire harnesses and PCBs. Among them, though, was something he hadn't noticed before. It must've been at the very bottom of the box.
"Hello... what the heck is that?” He reached down and picked up a small grimy grey cloth bag with red drawstrings. It bore faded Chinese characters, barely discernible from the weathering and white circular concretions that looked like broken off barnacles. There was a sandy, salty residue that rubbed off on his hands and made him want to chuck it away but its weight kept his curiosity going. The drawstrings were crusted together so bad that he couldn't budge them. He would have to work on this at home. He gathered the junk back into the box and made his way up the stairs to his third floor apartment.
At first Dan had more important things to do. A shower, some music, pouring a glass of Syrah to unwind, and sitting down on his deck to enjoy the sunset and warm breeze. From the deck, he looked in through the doorway and saw the box of useless computer crap on the floor by the kitchen. He had set it down upright but it had fallen over on its own, spilling bits across the hardwood floor. The strange little bag lay a foot away. He curled his lips in a wry smile to contain his frustration. That box had become a symbol of annoyance-- a pebble in his shoe that wouldn't go away. But before he threw it out, he knew he had to at least figure out what the mysterious little bag contained.
Dan filled a bowl of water and carried it, along with the bag to the deck to work on. By soaking the strings in water he was able to slowly work them open. Inside there was a block of green wax with symbols carved on its surface. He couldn't pull it out as the bag was adhered tightly to it. He felt like an explorer restoring sunken treasure. He dropped the bag into the bowl to let it soak and set back in his chair sipping his wine.
Just then an unnatural clammy breeze lifted slowly and jostled the wind chimes of the next door neighbor's deck. Startled, Dan leaned forward as the hairs prickled up on his legs and arms. He tipped his sunglasses down and looked around. He thought he heard a faint humming sound as the breeze died and the warm summer air replaced the chilly gust. There were no clouds and nothing unusual. Then his eyes fell on the bowl. It was empty except for the moist bag and its mysterious contents.
"What the?... It couldn't have soaked up that much water."
When Dan picked up the bag, it was damp and had separated from the wax. But it wasn’t sopping wet or dripping. He slid the wax block out of the bag and studied it. It was plain except for two Chinese characters on its surface:
龍
王
It took a while, but checking online, he was able to decipher that one was the character for dragon and the other for king. The wax was heavier than any similar-sized candle he had ever held. He wondered if something was inside it.
Dan went back indoors and turned on his oven. He chose to warm the wax and try to remove enough of it to see if there was an object hidden within. After fifteen minutes he checked the block. It was still firm and cool to the touch. After another fifteen minutes at a higher temperature the pan the block rested on was burning to the touch. Yet the block of what seemed like wax still stood firm. Dan carefully touched it. The surface was warm like flesh.
“What the fuck? This should've melted. What the hell is this stuff?”
Dan got more serious and tried to dig into the block with the point of a knife. He pressed the tip into the bottom of the block and it scraped against stone. He twisted the knife and the green waxy coating chipped and cracked open. Greenish stone showed through the new hole and Dan marveled at it for a moment, wondering how old this thing was and whether he should stop before he ruined it further.
But it was too late. The stone flashed a green glow and Dan felt the block suddenly quiver inside like a hatching egg. From within, too, came a muffled hum that reverberated within his chest and blanketed his thoughts. Suddenly the wax liquefied and rolled down Dan's hands. He screamed with pain, dropping the object to the floor. It landed unnaturally, stopping perfectly upright without bouncing and Dan saw, just for an instant, that it was an intricate statue of an Eastern dragon with looping serpentine coils, horns, whiskers, and clawed feet. It glowed from within with a pulsing light like the heartbeat of a supernatural beast. The statue grew and the coiled body of the beast unfurled, stretching its whiskered head, long neck, and sinuous body until it filled the kitchen like a giant green snake. Dan shuffled back in horror, unable to run from the unbelievable spectacle and blocked from getting to the doorway regardless. All Dan could do was watch and listen to the sound of stretching bone and rippling flesh. In less than a minute it was 12 feet long, thrashing and writhing like a snake caught in a trap. Its tail smashed the oven, knocked down a cabinet, and crashed all the dishes to the floor. It howled a supernatural bellow that shook the walls.
At first the creature's skin was smooth and saggy like that of an embryo. But as it grew, the skin tightened and formed scales. The scales grew more defined and then took on iridescent shades of green and blue like the sides of a carp. In dazzling waves from the beating heart at its center, green light shot out from under the scales and caused each scale to shimmer internally with images of stars, nebulae, and other cosmic wonders as though each one was a gateway to another universe. Two pairs of short, thick legs grew, each with ivory white conical claws on each of 4 digits on the back feet and five-fingered hands on the forelimbs. The dragon's head was square around the temples and snout with horns radiating outward like the crown of a king. Long thin whiskers grew from the sides of the snout and its lips were drawn back exposing a toothy grin like a tiger. The eyes were closed and it let out a loud chest-rattling roar that sounded like the awakening of a god.
Dan fell to the floor, and scrambled back until he rested against the wall of his living room. After a few minutes the creature's writhing subsided and the throbbing light show decreased. It's tail was filling the kitchen and swishing slowly on the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining room and deck door. The middle part of its serpentine body was in the kitchen doorway while the rest of it wrapped around the short wall between the kitchen doorway and the joined living and dining rooms. Dan was completely trapped but fumbled with his phone trying to take video of this thing and his last moments before it devoured him.
The dragon stood took long steady breaths, the racing play of lights settling down until it shown only in faint shimmers between his breast scales. At last it slowly opened its eyes. The pupils were vertical reptilian slits surrounded by cobalt blue irises and white sclera. They gave an anthropomorphic intelligence to its gaze yet still maintained that it was definitely not human.
The massive head slowly moved about, the eyes darting around and the nares flaring. Its glistening broad chest scutes swelled with deep breaths and streams of steam shot from large round nares at the tip of its snout. Its gaze finally settled down on Dan and he felt a cold shiver. Its tail clobbered another array of broken junk to the floor while the rest of its body slithered forward as smoothly and quietly as a snake through grass. Dan's lips quivered as the beast's face came closer and its body slid in to the room and formed massive coils that blocked any hope of escape. It's great head leaned forward and Dan shook with fear. But there was something about those almost human eyes that held his attention. The eyes moved still closer and the dragon purred out a deep, unending, monotone growl like the chant of a Tibetan throat singer. The irises flashed an ethereal green light and Dan lurched to his feet, his arms and legs limp like rags. The dragon raised its head in unison until the horns scraped the ceiling. Dan stuttered and jerked for a moment as though fighting fiercely to resist an invisible hand. But the dragon sneered and jerked his snout, jolting Dan to attention and lifting him to a hovering position a foot off the ground. He dangled there, bathed in green light, stiff as a board and unblinking.
Dan tried to scream but his tongue and his throat were numb. He couldn't feel himself breathing any more and he fell into a cold panic but couldn't express it due to his paralysis. All he could do was watch as the dragon weaved its glowing eyes back and forth hypnotically. The humming continued unbroken but above it a smooth liquid speech burbled out in Dan's mind like a peaceful brook in a forest.
“Calm. Calm. You will not be harmed. I am Longwang, the Dragon King. I have not been summoned to this world for hundreds of your years. You brought me...” The creature cocked its head and Dan's eyelids fluttered and closed. He felt something like a feathery worm swimming in his mind. “You were not expecting me. You had no notion that this would happen. You did not even know of my existence.” Its words trailed off in a hiss that hung in the air Dan slowly rotated in mid-air, Longwang examining him like a collector admires a captured insect.
Dan's heart slowed and his mind calmed. The dragon hummed along with the same hypnotic, penetrating drone. Dan floated weightless and the humming vibrated against him, within him, around him, like all matter stirred into sync to the voice and the will of the green dragon. Dan was the thin wood of a fine instrument, resonating to metaphysical strings stroked and plucked by his new master. He felt no fear, no doubt, just warm calm and limitless harmony.
His eyes closed and out of the green glow of his thoughts a new shape formed. It was soft, round, with intricate subparts. It took more definition and resembled the head of a mature dandelion. Each feathery seeds softly bounced in reaction to the deep drone of the dragon, but also tugged and pushed against each other as the vibrations resonated at different pitches within each seed-like subpart.
The dragon spoke in Dan's mind: “I am very old but I was never born. I never slept and I never left, yet I've been gone, from your perspective, for hundreds of years. What you see here is as much as you can understand for now.” Dan felt a new tingling deep in his mind. “What is this that I'm showing you?”
Dan felt his mind opening to new realities. He understood that this was a vision of the structure of multiple universes. Time, matter, and energy interplayed with each other in a perfect balance, absorbing forces, transforming them, and transmitting them between each universe. He thought these things without speaking and he felt the warmth of an approving smile from his master.
Longwang's voice resumed within Dan's thoughts: “Well done. I opened your mind but you chose to see. Very well, you are curious and your heart is pure. You are fit to serve me. It matters not that you didn't know what you were meant to be or what you were consigning yourself to. All that matters is that you summoned me, at the proper time, and that you are ready for your destiny...” Dan opened his eyes again to see Longwang's eyes close to his. A third eyelid flicked and Dan felt a warm tingling sensation surround his feet and flow up his legs. His socks and pants split up the sides and incinerated in golden flames, followed by his underwear, then his shirt and Dan hung there naked with a wide paralyzed stare.
Longwang moved his head down to Dan's belly and extended a thick, black, forked tongue. He flicked the tongue against Dan's left thigh and it wrapped around and tickled his scrotum. Able to see the world again, Dan heaved with panic. Internally he was screaming but he could do nothing to show it. The dragon's muzzle nudged his cock as the tongue caressed and moistened his crotch. Longwang moved his snout up in a long, slow, moist lick all the way to Dan's neck until his muzzle was against Dan's face. The tongue pulled back in and squeaked across the bright ivory teeth. The eyes flashed again with possessive fire. “You are mine!”
The Dragon King stabbed his thick hot tongue into Dan's mouth and down his throat. Dan could feel it rippling deep down his esophagus into his body. He couldn't gag and he couldn't scream but he felt a warmth grow in his belly and his cock went hard as a rock. His buttocks tingled with desire and his nuts tightened. He had never been so scared and aroused at the same time. He was at once on the verge of mind-shattering madness and incredible orgasm.
The dragon extended one of its front paws and cradled Dan's throbbing cock. He softly stroked it and Dan felt some of his control return as he bucked and pressed into the warm soft fingers. He felt the dragon purse lips against his and seal them in a giant wet kiss around his nose and mouth. Its eyes closed and it exhaled a long salty breath deep into Dan. Dan felt it burn hot in his chest and merge with the sexual tingle in his belly. He moaned around the tongue in his throat and his hips bucked as he felt the irresistible urge to fuck the moist hand that held his dick. His asshole pulsed and his knees quivered. He let out a wet moan and his cock swelled even larger. His feet tripled in size and his hips bulked out. His skin turned dark grey with fine soft scales. Sweat trickled down his forehead as the tingling sensation raced up his spine of new flesh thrusting out from his rump. In moments he felt the weight of a thick tail pulling down on his ass. The dragon blew another hot huff into him and his mind spun with sexual ecstasy. He involuntarily kegeled intensely and his hips became rock-hard. His butthole tightened again forcing his cock to bob and spurt pre into the dragon's paw. At the same time he felt his member swell, his tail stretched out firmer and clattered a chair on its side.
There was a crunch and a meaty squelch as Dan's arms plumped with muscles and his chest swelled. The skin of his chest, belly, and down the underside of his tail divided into broad, light gray scutes with the smoothness of cool glass. His visual perspective warped, grew wider, and lifted upwards. His spine popped and in his throat was a curious sliding sensation as his entire neck lengthened and the dragon's tongue remained injected down into his stomach. A main of white feathers sprouted down his neck and around his broad jaw bones. A pair of pointed dark gray ears arose from the sides of his head. His panting breaths became hollow and nasal as his face grew into a long fleshy muzzle. It was rounded and more tapered than Longwang's giving him a more feminine appearance. There was also a dull grinding pulsation in his skull as two ivory horns grew up from the back of his head.
Dan's shoulder blades grew heavy, thickened, and then split lengthwise under his skin, one half sliding farther back to his spine while his existing shoulders pulled closer together towards his chest. A bolt of electricity raced from his new shoulders down to his tail along each side of his spine and he jolted. His new tail thrashed wildly and clobbered his dining table into kindling. A long strip of flesh arose, complete with soft bones, from his sides and sprouted upward from his back, thickest at his shoulders. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw that he was growing a pair of big leathery grey bat-like wings with white nails at the tip of each long wing finger.
Meanwhile Longwang's nares flared and his eyes widened with concentration. His free forepaw twitched in the air like an orchestra conductor guiding a symphony. He was molding Dan like a lump of clay but also controlling his every sensation including his sexual climax. Down under the dragon's tail, between his legs, a red probe of flesh emerged, the lips of his vent winking and parting to allow it to sag out. It was the size of an apple and dripped with thick strands of clear mucus. The vent winked again and the red blob of sex withdrew smoothly, as though pulled in by a hefty shaft of hidden flesh. The dragon's pupils shrank as he pushed away his own long-unfulfilled desires and instead focused on crafting Dan's form.
Dan had never felt more aroused in all his life... a deep throat penetration with hot tongue, tingling magical fingers fondling his cock, and wave after wave of muscular contractions as his body wracked with transformation. As his wings shuddered and stretched into full span, he felt as though he would literally explode if the stimulation continued. His eyes rolled back and his eyelids twitched. Although choking on dragon tongue he let out an escalating gurgly wail, somewhere between a peacock mating call and the roar of a rutting lion.
Longwang closed his eyes and huffed another long, burning breath into Dan. The fluttering glow in Dan's chest intensified and cast green shadows about the room. Dan's eyes widened and his new dragon body arched back, almost pulling out from Longwang's kiss. Dan's lungs ran out of breath and his voice cracked into raspy silence. He bucked and thick white cream shot into the dragon's palm. He choked for breath and shook with aftershocks of coital spasm. The dragon's breath continued and Dan's chest glowed as if his heart were a flaming coal being blown into white hot intensity. The warmth of his cock and the glorious burning of his body merged and he felt as if he no longer had any form. The dragon's breath trailed off and Longwang opened his eyes as he withdrew its lips. Dan felt his paralysis ebb away but he was still suspended above the floor. The dragon's eyes looked more human than ever now: The pupils were wide and nearly round and they had a soft, tender smile to them as though he were looking into the eyes of a mate. Longwang's tongue slid smoothly out of Dan's throat and then licked Dan's face. He kissed the new dragon muzzle another time gently and purred.
Longwang's forepaw was still on Dan's cock and his eyes flashed with understanding. “You are not what you seem. Did you not know it?” Dan felt it deep down, what he had not told anyone and what only tender moments such as this would allow him to really feel. The dragon saw it like a shining coin at the bottom of a deep well. “You did but kept it hidden.” Longwang smiled warmly in Dan's thoughts. “It's perfect for you... and you shall have it.”
Longwang's warm fingers pressed against Dan's cock as it shrank and drained its sweet strands of spent pleasure. It withered as he pressed it and withdrew into the transverse slit under Dan's new tail. The fingers followed into the hot pocket of Dan's cloaca and Dan let out another moaning squeal as his cloaca throbbed with feminine pleasure. His new paws twitched and his wings shuddered. The vent lips sucked and winked around Longwang's fingers and oozed strands of clear mucus that dribbled to the floor. He withdrew his fingers and smiled at Dan's intense expression of desire. He sniffed his fingers and licked the delicious fluids from between them. Unseen by Dan, Longwang winked his own vent and thrashed his tail, stifling his desire to initiate his new pupil. Instead he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
Dan settled slowly to the floor and felt his weight return. But he was dizzy and wobbled on his four new dragon legs. His chest was still glowing, the shadows of his ribs showing through as his new heart of dancing light throbbed within. He felt strong and full of power but also very, very sleepy. He stammered out in awkward squeaks and growls, “W-W-What h-happened? What did you d-- oh god...” Dan broke off as he felt the world turn. He stumbled and his wings flinched open to catch himself, striking the wall. He slumped down with a thud and his head sagged to the floor.
Longwang moved his muzzle up to Dan's grey forehead. In Dan's mind he heard his master's words. “Listen carefully. Your name is Shaytu now and you are mine. Our lives are connected. When I need you, I will summon you and you will come or you will grow weak and die. In fact, few things in this world can truly harm you-- it is what lurks in other planes of existence that you must fear. But don't concern yourself with that for now.” Longwang kissed Dan's skin and lingered there, purring soothingly. “You will sleep now and when you awaken, things will seem as they were. You will wonder if this really happened.” Dan's eyes were closed and he was breathing deep, sated breaths, almost into slumber.
Longwang extended his forepaw and touched Dan's pale chest scutes. There was a brief glow and Dan grimaced and flinched. “This will assure you that you were not dreaming. There's so much more to learn...” Longwang's eyes narrowed and his lips curled in a smile as he delicately stroked Shaytu's neck with the tip of a talon. The skin was smooth, dark, with an iridescent sheen like a freshly molted snake. “Learn you shall, in the days ahead. For now, it is enough to grow accustomed to your new self. Sleep...” Shaytu heard it all under his heavy eyelids. The stroking of his neck lingered on through the night, a sensation that kept repeating in a continuous, comforting dream until he lost all track of time.
When Dan awoke the afternoon sun was angling in through his deck door and the curtains blew gently in the breeze. Wind chimes lightly tinkled outside. He was curled up on the floor, naked except for a blanket that was wrapped around himself. The furniture was in order, nothing broken or moved. As soon as he was aware of where and when he was he began to think about what he was and the strange events of the night before. He held up his right hand and was relieved to see that it was, indeed, a man's hand. He wiggled his toes and he felt like he was back in his familiar body. He was Dan again. He closed his eyes and laid back, relieved but also perplexed.
Then a cold sweat broke across his brow and he peeked under the blanket at his chest. He had a circular tattoo over his heart. It was jade green and resembled a heavily stylized eastern dragon, just like Longwang. He traced its lines with a finger and retraced his memories of the encounter. Longwang said I would doubt. Maybe that was just my mind making the delusion more believable? But then where did this thing come from? He closed his eyes and inhaled, feeling a surge of energy. He stretched and yawned realizing that he hadn't felt this clear-headed and rested in a long while. No, it must have been real!
Dan got up and tried to go on with the rest of his day. Showering, eating, cleaning house, throwing away the rest of the computer junk in the box, and making plans for the evening. He would be going out with friends that evening and probably stay over with his boyfriend Chris. Every time he forgot about the fantastic encounter something would bring it back. Seeing the tattoo, remembering the intense sexual release, hearing the wind chimes tinkle outside. He would look down at his chest, hoping the tattoo was gone, but it would still be there and he would instantly remember everything that had happened. His internal dialogue was the same each time: I can't tell anyone-- they'd never believe! It can't be real but then what about this tattoo? Someone drugged me and mind-fucked me and gave me this tattoo? Maybe. It's the only logical explanation. Or maybe I'm schizophrenic like the guy in Fight Club, got this myself, and invented this whole delusion about it. Oh my god maybe I'm crazy! He tried to wash the tattoo off just like he wanted to wash his mind of the insane memories but it didn't work.
Finally it was time to go out. He had high hopes that drinks and good times would shut the distraction down for a while. It didn't. From drinks to movie to dinner to more drinks... he tried to stay in the moment and be social but the crazy memories and feeling that something was dreadfully wrong with his mind kept resurfacing. Around 11 that evening he was walking home with Chris. Chris was weaving about in drunken bliss but Dan felt completely clear. It wasn't for lack of trying either as he had drank a considerable amount that evening. But each time he achieved a buzz it didn't last for long. It was as though his physiology had changed and he couldn't get drunk any more.
Chris had his arm around Dan's shoulder and finally asked, “OK, what the heck is wrong with ya? You've been off somewhere else all night long. What's up?”
Dan swayed a little under the weight of his friend's arm. “I... I, I can't say yet. Nothing about you or us though. Just... something that happened last night that unsettled me a bit.”
Chris was a few inches taller than Dan and medium-built. He had sandy hair that curled slightly. He shook Dan's shoulders clumsily, “Come on... you can tell me anything.”
Dan was silent for a moment, sifting through his memories for the thousandth time that day. “I don't think I can even verbalize this, Chris. It was... so strange. I'm afraid I'm going crazy.”
Chris straightened up, sober enough to realize his friend was really concerned about something big. “Is it work? Are you losing your job? Damn... is it yourrr... ugh... brother in trouble again?”
Dan looked at Chris with pursed lips that turned into a slight smile. “Good guesses. But no. This is waaaay out in left field. You'll never guess.”
“Does it have something to do with this?” Chris pushed a clumsy finger against Dan's chest.
“What? you saw that? Is it that obvious?” Dan fumbled with his shirt and looked around wondering if everyone had been seeing it all night long.
“No, no. I caught a glimpse of it when we were at the last bar. It's hawt. I never saw you as a tattoo kind of guy.” Chris groped Dan's side and made him squirm. “So show it to me!”
Dan unbuttoned his shirt partway down to bear his hairless chest. Chris studied the ink under the light of a street lamp. “Woah, man. That's some good detail. Asian, eh? Where'd you go for it? Who did it for you?”
“That's just it. I didn't.” He buttoned his shirt up. “I had a really, REEEALLY, crazy dream and woke up with this.”
“No way you could've gotten that last night. You'd be sore and raw.”
“I'm tellin' ya, I didn't have this yesterday.”
“Geez, did you get blackout drunk and forget? Who were you hanging out with?”
“Nobody! Honest!”
They continued walking for a while in silence. Chris tried to process everything and finally asked, “So what was the crazy dream?”
Dan rubbed his face with a hand and exhaled sharply with tight lips. “Fuck it. I can't figure this out, maybe you can...” And so he proceeded to tell Chris about the whole chain of events including all of his own theories on what really happened.
They lengthened their walk to give Chris time to sober more and Dan finished his story just as they arrived at Chris' condo. After the door shut behind them they hugged tight and Dan pressed his face to Chris' neck. He nuzzled his warm neck and said, “Man, it seemed so real but I don't see how it could be. Nobody in my family has gone nuts before. I guess I'm the first.”
Chris wrapped his arms around Dan's waist and chuckled. He rubbed a drunken hand up Dan's back and patted roughly. “You're not nuts!” He pushed him gently back and hugged him between his breast and the wall. “We'll figure this out. We can show your ink to some tat artists and figure out who did it. Then go talk to `em and maybe figure out more details. Ya know... who brought you in. What they looked like. We'll figure out who fucked with you.”
The dose of rational problem solving from his friend's slurring lips put Dan at ease. “Shit, you're right. I'm not getting anywhere obsessing on it.” He slid his hands down Chris' back and into the back of his jeans. “Yeah, I bet we can figure it out.”
Chris tipped Dan's head back and sucked on his skin, his hands stroking Dan's sides. “Mhmm...”
Dan's neck tingled and his cock hardened as Chris' lips and tongue smooched and sucked along the left side of his neck. When Chris' 5 o'clock shadow rubbed his collarbone, Dan felt a tingle in his groin and pre dribbled from his bulging cock. He let out a soft moan and dug his fingers into Chris' smooth buns.
The two slid along the wall of the short hallway to Chris' bedroom, stripping off shirts along the way. Dan pulled away slightly as he backed into the room. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. His underwear quickly followed. He crawled backwards onto the bed, watching as Chris dropped his trousers. He wore form-fitting smooth blue jockeys that tightened around his now-engorged penis. There was a dark moist spot at the tip of his bulge. Dan sat back up and stopped Chris' hands from stripping his shorts. Instead, Dan tugged on the waistband himself, sliding the silky blue shorts down slowly, letting them rub Chris' fat tip so that his eyes narrowed and he let out a sigh. Chris' meaty erection slid out and bobbed at attention. In the dim light from the hallway, there were small sparkles of moisture on the end.
Dan pressed his nose up to Chris' cock and felt the heat as he drew closer. He smelled salty moistness and the faintest touch of manly musk. He pressed his nose up under the shaft and kissed the relaxed, smooth sack that suspended Chris' ample testicles. Chris' scrotum squirmed and tightened as Dan licked the salty skin. Chris' hands brushed through Dan's hair and stroked his right ear while Dan continued nuzzling the hot, soft skin between his cock and balls. Then Dan slid his cheek down the underside of Chris' shaft until he was smooching the tip and pressing his mouth around it.
Chris' fingers tightened around Dan's ears and he pulled gently, making small thrust into Dan's steamy mouth. Dan sucked and tasted salty drops of pre and pushed his tongue up under the shaft and pressed forward, taking it deeper to the back of his throat and swallowing around it before dropping back. Chris moaned and his knees sagged with the perfect stimulation. Dan slid forward and back on Chris' cock and Chris clenched his butthole tighter, making his cock swell and spurt pre against Dan's tongue.
Chris seethed through his gritted teeth. “Oh yeah... you... you want it, don't ya?”
Dan nodded. “Mhmmmm!” He layed back on the bed, his butt at the edge, and lifted his legs while Chris grabbed a nearby bottle of lube. Dan pulled his knees back to raise his ass for Chris. The slanting light from the hallway illuminated Dan's clean, tight butthole and round, smooth cheeks. Chris swiped lube onto Dan's anus and rubbed the orifice with a finger, making Dan writhe and moan with desire. Chris set aside the lube and shuffled closer, his moist cock tip pressing on Dan's hole. He pressed in slowly, guiding his cock with one hand while grasping the back of Dan's left thigh with the other.
Dan felt an urgent hunger for sex. His pelvic canal felt empty and it needed to be filled with dick. His salivary glands tightened and his teeth clenched. “Fuck, man, give it to meeee!” He moaned higher and pressed his abdominal muscles, urging himself open to take Chris in deep. But his moan cracked and slurred into a guttural growl. He heaved with deep moist breaths and grabbed Chris' forearms firmly, pulling him closer to himself.
Chris chuckled. “Oooohh... you sound like a baaad little dragon after all!” He had his eyes closed, concentrating on finding his way into his lover's depths, so he didn't notice the green glow emanating from Dan's chest.
Dan's mind rocked and spun, his sexual desire growing exponentially. He pressed his abdominal muscles again and his spine sprouted outward in a thick tail that shot down between Chris' legs and tickled his butt crack. He growled with effort and his snout fattened and pressed out, shaping his voice into roar. His shoulders trembled and bulged and then wings pressed out from under his back.
Chris startled and opened his eyes. “Oh my fucking god!” He tried to jerk away but Dan's gray scaly legs wrapped around him like the mating grip of an alligator. Dan's claws scraped on Chris' skin and he jerked Chris forward onto his belly. He shrieked again with rounded, desperate tones of feral lust. As he roared his hole changed around Chris' cock. It loosened and thickened, the insides becoming softer and velvety, forming a channel that was meant to be more easily fucked. In between Dan's roars and exhalations, the orifice winked and sucked on Chris' cock.
As good as it felt, Chris was too terrified. He scrambled to get away but he was held firmly in place by Dan's grey dragon legs and ivory claws that scraped his forearms leaving red trails. He shouted out, “Dan! Dan! Is that you? Stop!” He slapped Dan's sides and Dan jolted and relaxed. He let out a moan and took long shuddering breaths between episodes of panting, clearly trying to control himself. His eyes opened, glaring with bright gold irises and reptilian slits for pupils. He blinked with a third eyelid and relaxed his glare.
Dan crackled out as quietly as his new voice box could utter. “It was real... after all... Oooohhh... it feels so good. It's me, Chris, don't be afraid.”
Chris slid back a little, his half-limp cock pulling out of Dan's dragon slit with a moist sucking sound. Dan moaned and puckered the opening, causing the plump pink & slate gray lips to withdraw and the pale scutes to come closer together. He still held Chris' forearms and had his hind legs wrapped around Chris' middle. Chris was still straddling the long tail that draped all the way into the hallway.
“Dan? I...”
Dan winced. “Shaytu. That's the name Longwang gave me. `Dan' sounds completely wrong when I'm like this.”
Chris tried to slide away further but was still blocked by Dan's hind legs. “Ok, uh, whatever... Shaytu”
“Chris, it's still me. You can call me whatever you please.” Dan rubbed the top of one foot smoothly down Chris' spine.
Chris pushed again, “Let me go!”
Dan gave a plaintive growl. “Wait! Please don't stop what you were doing.”
“Don't take this the wrong way but how can I fuck... whatever it is that you are? And how are you dealing with this so calmly?”
Dan laid his head back and stared into the ceiling. “I'm a dragon, Chris. I know I should be freaking out. But I feel awesome! I can hear, see, think perfectly clear like this is what I was meant to be.” He growled deep in his throat and his gaze flipped quickly back to Chris' eyes. “And I'm incredibly horny...”
Chris half smiled and his cock throbbed to life. “OK, well, don't take this the wrong way, but I've, like, decided this has to be a crazy dream. And it's pretty fuckin' hot. So what the hell. Let's do this before I wake up.” He raise a finger, “But no claws!”
Dan's mouth corners curled up and his eyes squinted in an apologetic smile. “I'll control the claws!”
Chris sat down against the tail and Dan wiggled it up against his ass. The scutes were satin-smooth and slightly cool. Dan lifted his tail and slid Chris closer to his opening. He moaned and writhed his lower body, his hind legs spreading open and his scutes parting to reveal the sensitive pink and grey lips of his vent. They plumped and pushed outward again exposing the deeper red, wet membranes of his oviduct opening.
Chris didn't know the anatomy but he recognized an inviting fleshy tunnel when he saw one. He slid his hard cock into the opening and gripped Dan's thighs in his hands. His mouth opened and he exhaled sharply, his buttocks tightening in an involuntary sexual thrust.
“OH GOD...” he panted through clenched teeth. “Fuck that feels good!”
Dan winked his cloaca and Chris squirmed “Oh! OH! Wait! Easy or I'll lose it.”
Dan gave a throaty chuckle. “Hold on, big fella. No cumming yet!” He clenched tighter and Chris shuddered on the verge of release. But the tightness helped hold him just short until he felt the moment pass. Then Dan relaxed again and pulled Chris' arms down around the middle of his long, thin torso. “Hug me for a little bit... then you can continue.”
Chris relaxed, his cock still deep in Dan's cloaca. He knew if he moved too much he'd end up jizzing sooner than he wanted. So he laid down on Dan's belly and pet his smooth side scales, feeling the jointed ribs slide back and forth under the snake-like skin. He rested his ear on Dan's chest and listened to the rapid thumping of Dan's new heart while Dan stroked his back with the smooth palms of his fore paws.
After a few minutes, Chris kissed Dan's skin and softly whispered, “OK, you ready?”
Dan nodded and purred. He lifted his forelegs and gripped the mattress at his sides. “Mmmm... yes, please!”
Chris kegeled and flexed his cock within Dan's cloaca. It was warm, wet, and smooth inside with a thicker, pillowy ring of flesh around the opening that embraced the base of his cock. When he pushed in tighter, the lips parted enough to encompass his balls too, smooching them like a big mouth. He pulled back and saw the inner membranes fold outward around his shaft. He pressed again and Dan winked his orifice and moaned. It was the perfect embrace to Chris' cock and he groaned out loud. “Oh man... give a guy a chance! Fuck this feels so hot!”
Chris pulled back and shoved in again then again. Each thrust emitted a flirt of air from Dan's moist vent lips. The flirty sounds picked up pace and they added their own moans and groans to the chorus. Dan clutched Chris' forearms tightly and let out a series of deep high squawks. His cloaca pulsed and his hind legs shuddered. Dan wailed out “Uhhhnnn I'm cumming! I'm cumminggggg...!” His cloaca had ached to be full and now it was electrified with satisfaction. It winked of its own accord and fluid welled up within his oviduct and dribbled out around Chris' cock. Chris felt the hot juices and uncontrollable spasms of Dan's body and responded in kind. He dug his nails into Dan's quivering thighs and shoved three more times firmly before grunting out his load deep into Dan's egg chute. He spurted powerfully twice and then Dan's cloaca contracted and sucked out another large dose and three smaller ones.
Chris slowly sank forward and laid to rest on Dan's belly. Dan ran his forepaws down Chris' back and softly patted his butt cheeks as he purred out his immense satisfaction.
After a few moments of throbbing in sexual relaxation Dan spoke. “Mmmmmm... could you feel it? Can you feel it now?”
“You're a female, aren't you?” Chris whispered.
Dan leaned his muzzle down and softly rubbed the back of Chris' head. “Yes! But how did you know?”
“I don't know. Just sort of assumed it, I guess, because you don't have a dick anymore. Not that I know anything about how dragons are supposed to be.” He tilted his head back and rubbed the soft, warm flesh of Dan's throat. “It suits you well.”
Dan purred again and hugged Chris tighter. “I think I know how I changed. It was when you touched my butthole. I was already aroused but at that moment I remembered, vividly, when Longwang shoved his tongue down my throat and how that triggered the biggest orgasm of my life... until this one that is.”
Chris smiled, “Good answer!”
Dan chuckled softly. “Well then I remembered how that excitement made me feel powerful and then I felt that power build up again. I guess excitement... maybe strong emotions too, can trigger it.”
“Do you think you can do it at will?”
“Yes, I do. It's hard to explain... like learning there's a muscle there that I've never used before. I'm eager to try more, though I'm not sure how to revert back to human form yet.” Dan gasped gently as he felt Chris' shrinking cock slide out of his cloaca. “Mmm... I wish you could know what this is like.”
“Hey, I'm not complaining... Shaytu.”
Dan growled and pulled Chris further up on his chest and rolled over onto his side. He nuzzled Chris' cheeks and the two embraced, softly petting each other. In time they snoozed deeply in post-coital bliss. Somewhere in depths of dreamless sleep, Dan heard a familiar voice. Longwang's droning hum built intensity until Dan's chest and head vibrated in tune but only he could hear it and feel it. The vibration coalesced in his vision until a dandelion head took shape in the darkness. It was surrounded by green softness, gently swaying in a breeze. Through the hum, Longwang's voice formed words.
“You're learning quickly, Shaytu.”
Dan humbled his thoughts as though bowing before a king. “Thank you, master. I feel what you said is true. I was meant for this. I want to learn, I want to understand.” He could sense his master's glorious smile though he was still focused on the dandelion head in his vision.
“You can learn as quickly as you care though the greatest challenge you may face in the days ahead is learning to hide what you are. Your friend understands and can be trusted but you cannot show the rest of the world. You will learn to fly easily through sky... then through space and time... as easily as you walk from place to place. But your real strength and test will be choosing when to use these powers, when to hide them, and when to reveal them.”
“Master, I'd like to learn to fly. Can you teach me?”
“You have all you need within you, including the courage, which you already had before I changed you. The difficulties you experienced in your life prepared you. Now you must focus on feeling your new body, its boundaries, its form, its sinews, both the parts that are easily seen and those that transcend beyond flesh. It's all there and once you can see it and feel it all, I will show you how to conceal it too. We can hide, in plain sight, from the beings of this world. Making yourself invisible is merely to bend time and space around oneself... moving light from one side of your being to the other instantly, existing in a null moment. Or pressing into the seam between dimensions, existing but unperceivable to three dimensional creatures. I will teach you this soon but first you must master this world and its rules. Go, to this place...” Dan felt a pull in his head and saw a dry scrubby valley dotted with clusters of trees. “It will be safe, free from straying eyes. This will be your practice area and once you have mastered your new body, I will show you other places beyond this world where you can practice your skills.”
Dan was excited at the prospect of learning how to fly. His heart raced with anticipation and he wanted to wake up and tell Dan. But he still felt his master's awesome presence and remained humble. “Thank you, master. May I ask a question?”
"Of course!”
"How do I change back to human form?”
"How does a bird stop flying and switch to walking?”
"They land? Their muscles just know what to do? Oh... just like I how I felt when I changed to Shaytu this time. Focus on feelings of being what I want to be?”
"Very good! Soon, just like the bird, your powers will flex and obey just like your muscles do when you want to run, jump, or rest. Now, then, show me, and yourself...”
Dan's imagination fumbled for a moment trying to think of some human sensation he could focus on. Then he realized that he was hungry and he let himself feel the hunger, his hollow stomach, his empty throat, his mouth watering for a hamburger... then he flexed something that felt like muscles and pulled himself in like pulling silk sheets into a wad at his stomach. He snapped awake and found himself on his back, hands curled at his stomach as though holding a ball. Chris was snoring softly next to him and dawn was just beginning to light the window blinds.
Dan sighed, vibrating with energy and anxious to follow the compass in his head. But he didn't want to wake Chris. Instead he cuddled closer and spooned him from behind, softly stroking his exposed shoulder in the soft blue light. He thought of all that had happened and all that Longwang had told him. He thought about going back to work the next day and wondered how he would be able to focus on the mundane details of his job when deep down he knew he was going to be flying between galaxies. The old dragon was right - keeping himself rooted in this world, living an ordinary life, was going to be incredibly difficult. Why did he have to be humble? Why was Longwang humble when he clearly had enormous god-like powers? The only answer that came to him was that the world functioned best when people didn't know what was beyond. If everyone knew everything then there would be no reason to explore and improve. And yet it sounded to Dan like there must be times when powerful beings were needed to maintain separation and control the confluence between universes. He pushed his thoughts inward to a humbled stilled hush, bathing in the sensation of being both privileged and a burdened to have even had a glimpse at what lay beyond this world. He made a solemn vow to himself to be the best pupil, the best steward... the best dragon that he could be.
As his mind rolled with these thoughts, he let himself slip into a meditation of the image of the dandelion. He focused on feathery edges of each seed, the bright center, the radiating light and sparkles of dew. He let himself take it all in for what seemed like minutes. But suddenly Chris was stirring and he slipped back into real time, finding that hours had passed. The sun was slanting in through the closed blinds and splashing bars of light on the bed.
Chris inhaled sharply as he awoke and he rolled over. “Mmmm... back to your old self now. Man, I can't believe I was able to sleep after that. You, or rather Shaytu, drained it all from me.” He lightly stroked Dan's brown bangs. “How are you doing? Sleep well?”
Dan smiled. “I'm good and yeah, I slept great. I think that awesome fuck did the trick.” He rolled over and let Chris hug him from behind. “Longwang came to me again in my thoughts and taught me more things. I learned how to transform myself back. Also... well, he gave me a mission of sorts. I have to go out to this place. I'm not even sure where it is exactly - I just have it in my head. He's going to teach me to fly.”
"Holy shit, really? Can I come?”
"I don't see why not. He seems to be fine with you being involved.”
"Fuckin' awesome! Maybe when you learn you can take me up too! Damn, let's get a shower and some breakfast and we'll hit the road!”
Chris jumped out of bed and Dan rolled over and sat up. He didn't have the heart to tell Chris, yet, that he would have to hide his powers. But, he honestly didn't know if that meant he couldn't carry Chris. Something told him that in the end it wouldn't matter. Chris was a good friend and would be fine either way.
A couple of hours later they had left San Jose and were winding up the upper slopes of Mt. Hamilton. The day had been bright and clear but as they drew nearer to the top of the mountain, clouds had formed all around the tops of the ridges. Chris asked, “Are you sure you can fly in this crap?”
"Well, Longwang was pretty specific to go here. I still feel the draw and it's getting stronger the closer we get. I can see it in my mind even. I have to trust that the old dragon knew what he was talking about.” Dan closed his eyes. “There should be a trail crossing ahead and a parking lot on the left, just over this hill...” The road bent to the left and straightened out. Long before Chris could see it, Dan opened his eyes and pointed. “There it is!”
Chris shook his head. “Damn you got eagle eyes now?”
Chris turned the car into the gravel lot. They got out and Dan looked around. The clouds created a foggy landscape that allowed them to only see a hundred meters. There were 2 cars parked and a young couple came out of the fog, walking towards one of them.
Chris commented dryly, "Hella shitty weather to teach you to fly.”
Dan smiled and looked at Chris. "I think that this is Longwang's way of keeping this a secret. Drive everybody away and make it soupy enough that they won't know what they're seeing, if they see anything.” He looked towards the south, across the highway. “I feel like we need to go that way.”
Chris followed and the two hiked down the dusty trail into the mist. They walked about a kilometer until they came to a cross-trail and Dan took a left. As they proceeded, the fog thinned out until they came to an open grassy hillside dotted with sage, scrub oak, and small trees spread out before them and bright blue sky directly overhead. All around the surrounding ridges were thick clouds leaving only this small, private piece of sky.
Dan grinned from ear to ear, turning slowly around, eyes wide with recognition. "This is exactly what I saw in my vision this morning. Damn, I hope I never get used to the wonder of all this.”
Chris laid a hand on his shoulders. "Dude. I barely know what's going on and I'm amazed.” They stood in silence for a minute, listening to the wind and a scrub jay scolding in the distance. "So I guess this is where you become Shaytu again?”
Dan was already kicking off his shoes and stripping his shirt. "This feels weird, but I'm still not sure if I can transform with clothes on. Don't want to risk tearing them to shreds!” Lastly he unbuttoned and dropped his denim shorts and his underwear.
Chris looked about awkwardly. "Uh, ok. I'll just make sure nobody's around...”
Dan didn't care. He was already kneeling down on all fours in the sand, eyes closed, feeling the sun on his skin and wind tug at the hairs on his arms and legs. He remembered the feeling of his wings sprouting out, his shoulders shifting, and his flight muscles plumping out around his chest. As he exhaled, he felt that metaphysical muscle again and flexed it. His shoulders bulged and his neck and tail stretched out. He inhaled the cool air and with a moist crackle his back sprouted with wings. A few more soft crunches and his transformation to the lithe, grey form of Shaytu was complete.
He opened his eyes to a world full of new colors and detail. Every blade of grass shimmered as it tossed in the wind. Trails of color illuminated the paths of wild animals. Distant bubbles of rising warm air rippled clearly against the blue sky and carried motes of insects and swallows upwards. He swung his muzzle back and forth slowly, mouth open and golden eyes glittering like a child seeing Disneyland for the first time. A cool breeze blew up the hill and tossed the nearby trees. He spread his wings and felt them fill with air and tug upwards on his shoulders.
He looked over at Chris who was gawking back. “You did it! Let me get a pict - “
Dan cut him off, "No pictures, Chris. Longwang told me this has to stay a secret. I know it sucks but you can't tell anyone any of what you see either. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner.” Chris nodded and put his phone away in his pocket. Dan smiled and gently nuzzled Chris' left cheek. "I'm really glad you're here, Chris. There's nobody I'd rather share this moment with.”
Chris rubbed the smooth scales over Dan's cheek bones. "Glad to be here for ya. Be careful up there.”
Dan turned his face downhill and the wind blew again. He raised his wings and stretched them fully feeling the wind tug and play at them. He noticed his center of balance shifting between belly and chest as his wings took more or less of a load. He fell into analyzing the sensations, calculating how he might be able to balance his weight forward and back and how it would all change if he was oscillating while he flapped. Not to mention how it would all change if he moved his tail or long neck. Then he heard Longwang's hum, fading in as though coming from the wind and the earth itself. It snapped Dan away from his over-thinking and he fell back into his memories of what his master had instructed.
Chris heard if this time too and looked around. "Is that you Dan?”
"No, Chris, that's Master Longwang. He's reminding me to stretch out and use what I already have. He had told me that I already possessed all I needed for flight.” He narrowed his eyes and looked down the hill. “I just need to have courage to be all that I am.” The wind gusted and Dan stepped forward. He let his mind wander over all of his parts, feeling where every part of him was and how wind and gravity pulled upon him. He wasn't human anymore and he was more than the mere flesh of a dragon. He was Shaytu and he was meant to fly. Only his doubts and preconceptions could limit him. He took another step and then another, until he trotted down the hill, his wings outstretched and snapping in the wind, he felt his body lighten and his running turned to a long bounding stride. Then he flapped powerfully and wooshed into the air, watching the hill drop steeply below him and the sky widen before him.
He was thrilled but maintained his mental focus on being a dragon, a being that was meant to fly as naturally as an eagle. He leaned his head to one side and curled his tail slightly to assist in carving a wide turn through the air. It wasn't perfect, his legs tending to swing out until he put more bank in his wings and flapped the outboard one harder. He straightened out and flapped harder. His lungs filled with fresh air pouring in through his foaming nostrils. The air filled his body like a giant gulp of cool water. His heart pumped harder and his head rushed with surging blood. His massive pectoral muscles swelled with power and he pressed them hard as he curved upwards. The smell of dust, grass, and sage grew fainter as he climbed into cooler air and his sharp eyes took in the world spreading below him.
Kyeeth smiled and slowed his wing beats, listening to the wind whistle around his horns and flutter the trailing edges of his wing membranes. His wide field of vision saw Chris standing far below, watching intently. He dropped one wing slightly and bent into a diving curve. He pulled in his legs tightly to his body and pulled his wings into a downward arc, the tips swept back. He pressed into the dive, sliding through the air like a serpent with wings straight towards Chris. As he swung by Chris could hear the zipping of air as it vibrated the trailing edges of Shaytu's taut wings. He cheered and shook a triumphant fist. Shaytu pulled level, 3 meters above the trail, grinning from ear to ear. With a powerful downstroke and a woosh of his wings, he kicked up a dust devil of sand and grass and pulled back up into the sky.
He beat his wings harder and circled up until he could see over the clouds and down to San Jose and San Francisco Bay beyond. He remembered his pledge of secrecy so he stopped from going any higher. He was more than content with this little playground today. He darted back down into another dive, faster this time, then leveled off and pumped his wings in tight turns, slaloming around oak trees. He chased up a flock of mourning doves and stirred up a grumpy pair of nesting ravens that flew after him, nipping at his whip-like tail. After minutes of darting around the hillside, he climbed one last time and set his wings, gliding uphill towards Chris. He gradually increased the angle of his wings and dragged his hind legs and tail in the airflow to slow himself. Somehow he had the instinct to do this and it worked beautifully. The noisy whistling of air over his legs and tail slowed until his wing webs billowed and stalled, just as his hind legs touched first and then his forelegs and he bounded to a stop.
He folded his wings to his body and trotted up to Chris, smiling and heaving deep breaths. He purred and pushed his muzzle into Chris' chest. Chris rubbed his snout back babbling on excitedly about how cool it was to see him flying and wishing he could take a ride.
"It feels pretty natural-- I feel like I was meant to do this. But I guess that's natural for a dragon.” He drew up closer and hugged Chris with his forelegs, his neck bent down so he could speak quietly to Chris. “Let me learn a few more things before I risk your life. Also, I wanna figure out someway to keep you secure. I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you.” Shaytu closed his eyes a moment and thought about the sensation of hugging as a human. He flexed his metaphysical muscles again and felt himself slide back into human form, quietly, until he was back to being Dan, hugging Chris.
As he slid his clothes back on, Dan noticed a small group of dandelions nearby, growing in a small depression of moist earth, probably a seep from an underground spring. He brushed off his feet and put his shoes on then bent down to look at one of the mature flowers. The clouds around the valley were vaporizing rapidly and the below lit up in glorious sunshine. A warm breeze lifted up the hill and the dandelion twitched. Dan noticed how the delicate seeds bounced against each other, maintaining order just a little longer. Then the breeze stiffened and the seeds blew away, one by one.
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