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So I had an old, ooold story laying around, and decided to pull it out and dust it off. Some keen people might remember a certain ancient story in my gallery called The Trip, and how there was a list of the things I was working on at the end of it. Well, two years later and I've only done 3 out of 5. Probably missed the window, but I've been in some serious vore moods lately and wanted to revisit my first ever scenario for it, though I switched it from anal vore to cock. There's more of Alekai's Wetwork series in my head still, but I'm going to try and take a break from this topic.", "writing": "Dragon's Duty\n\nKalra was a young dragon girl, freshly turned eighteen and celebrating her coming of age after the grueling years of highschool. It had been worth it though, for she had graduated with perfect grades and a plethora of extra programs and studies, she was the best student in her school. The brand new adult had an excited flush to her immaculate emerald scales, thinking about all her wonderful prospects in life, with an exceptionally bright future. But not anymore, for as she read the letter she received, she now knew that she had been chosen.\n\nKalra couldn't be happier. She leapt with joy and ran to her parents, squealing with glee as she skipped down the stairs from her room before almost slamming into the couch her parents were on. The green and red dragon pair had tracked her descent with surprise, only voicing their question of the source of such exuberance once she had calmed down a bit. \"Mom! Dad! I'm part of the next offering to Tarkthys!'' she said while bouncing up and down. \n\nTarkthys was the town's high deity, and possessed the godlike status that entailed. Unlike the `lesser' anthro dragons like Kalra and her parents, Tarkthys was an actual god, one of the last ones remaining. Anthropomorphic as well, but truly a sight to behold with a size that reached the heavens. Though his creations were miniature versions of his kind, they were clearly made in his image. As the common beings grew and society evolved, they developed technology and culture that pushed much of ancestral divinity to the wayside, and the powerful beings left once their charges no longer needed them, or ceased being fun. A handful remained, either content with their current status, or from becoming attached to the life they shaped. While Tarkthys was once a grand lord of an entire kingdom in the ages past, he now watched over a bustling city that alone had far more population than his land used to. With the advent of nationalization, borders and countries forming beyond simple towns and lordships, the being did not stand in the way of larger unification as long as his followers had a place under his immense form.\n\nHe did not impose direct dominion over the people, though they were often far more willing to follow him than their federal government. In return for a seamless melding with the higher state, he kept his rulings to be mostly sentimental, with only a few practices needing religious exemptions from state governance. Despite society being modern and possessing the equivalent technology, when it came to pleasing the God-Dragon and the completion of his rituals, the city stuck to their time-honored traditions of old, as the temple was the oldest source of community there was. There were many ways the people worshiped their deity, and while the city didn't mandate his reign or require residents to follow his faith, many did out of the respect for the prosperity he brought to the land and the people he watched over.\n\nOne thing that the locals cherished was a sacred ritual that was seen as the most important of them all. While there were many activities critical in taking care of the godly dragon, keeping him happy and sated was to be expected. This main event is what the townsfolk used to prove their devotion to their lord by offering their most valuable youth to his holiness, with the most notable occasion of this sacrament lining up with graduation dates. \n\nAn ancient rite, created when Tarkthys offered a new boon that needed a worthy sacrifice when great hardship befell the folk of his land. They had deemed this new offering to be a sacrifice of an accomplished youngling on the cusp of adulthood, to be given to the dragon. Though it tested their faith, they did not hesitate as their god declared these offerings would be consumed. Not as a meal, but to give their devotion and soul to him, to be assimilated into a form of higher worth. With a reward of pristine gold for their sacrifice, many overlooked the promise of an intangible treasure that would help their woes.\n\nThe people understood they already offered him with sinners and devoted disciples such as themselves in the name of his own satisfaction, Tarkthys particularly pleasured by offerings entering his body and commonly sending those beings into his anus. But these new offerings were special, their treasured youth. For them to meet their end in a building-sized dragon's musky asshole would be hard to bear, even if it was sacred ground. So Tarkthys's charges requested a new ritual be created to give this new form of sacrifice to the God-Dragon. \n\nTarkthys acquiesced, his people passing an unspoken test. He demanded that the opportune youth offered to him instead descend down his very penis instead of vanishing into his rear, to reach a holy resting place of his potent testicles. In return, the gilded sperm he churned them into would be gifted to the people, and he would personally ensure it was used aptly to benefit all that would welcome his name to their hearts. But something the deity would stress is that the ritual alone would provide a non-material wealth unimaginable, the real reward for their sacrifice. He found these rituals immensely pleasurable, but the powerful dragon made sure his subjects would be provided for.\n\nKalra was now one of the privileged few to enter the dragon's urethra and meet her end in his roiling balls, to give her promising future up and have her body be digested by Tarkthys's metallic cum. Truly an honor for the barely legal girl. Upon conveying her letter of choosing to the adult drakes in the room, her parents leapt up and wrapped her in a big family hug, both of them joyously informing her of how happy and proud they were. They rushed to sit down together at the dinner table, the older pair listening intently as Kalra read aloud the letter. It detailed where and when she should be, how to prepare her body, required her writing a last will and testament, and recommended saying goodbye to all her friends and family during the time she had before the ritual. \n\nA mature red drake, her father, spoke up, \"Once more dear, I'm just so proud of you. But now we have some serious planning to do, it's going to be an important week for you! Tomorrow marks the start of the seven day countdown, so use the rest of today to write your will and talk to all your friends and schoolmates. We'll get the family together for the last day so you can say your farewells then. We're gonna make sure your last week is your best.''\n\n\"Thanks guys. I worked so hard, but I never thought I'd be worthy of Tarkthys. Thank you for everything.''\n\nThey both smiled at each other, \"Of course, anything for our little princess. Now let's set up a game plan. Tonight will be your will and farewells. Do you have something you want to do tomorrow?''\n\n\"But what about... oh right. I don't have to go to school anymore, in a week I'll be molten-gold cum.'' With a cute giggle, the girl just pictured the value she'd help produce, joyed by the prospect of knowing your worth is literally your weight in gold, and then some. Matching the red scaled father's grin, Kalra stood up and leaned over the table to wrap her arms around his shoulders in a hug. \"Thank you for helping me be the best offering I could be.''\n\n\"You worked so hard to build yourself a good future, at least let me help you have as much fun as possible before its premature end.''\n\nJust then the mother walked back in, holding a few papers and a laptop. \"Alright honey, let's get started on that will of yours,'' she said with a bright happy smile on her snout. \"Not exactly exciting, but boring stuff out of the way first, right?''\n\nAfter a few hours of writing and typing, asking the young kobold about what to do with all her possessions, the family extended another round of hugs and congratulations before departing to their rooms for the night. Kalra spent another hour or so on a group video chat with all her friends, welcoming their congratulations and saying her farewells. Once she pried herself away from the call, she quickly settled in for the night, sleeping easy and fulfilled, looking forwards to the day of her demise.\n\n-\n\nKalra was warm, held tightly and tenderly, a welcome embrace. Her mother released her, leaving hands on shoulders as she looked down to her child with a gentle smile and happy eyes. Kalra stood bare, shimmering forest green scales on display and body bared to the gathering of family members in the room around her.\n\nIt was customary for those who were chosen to show off the prime body that would be joining the dragon, going nude for the rest of their short lives. Tarkthys preached the pride one should have of their bodies, the openness people should have with it. One could say the temple was a bit lewd, but all of it positive. One by one each of her treasured members of family and friends came up and gave a final farewell hug, many grabbing her ass tenderly, complimenting her shape without words. \n\nShe would always thank those who groped her, everyone who smacked her ass or squeezed a breast was one more person who would know just how good of a bodily offering she was. For every person who had her scale's texture and color memorized from feeling her recently developed boobs, or her pants-tightening ass, was one more person who would remember her.\n\nGoodbyes came and went, supportive words and statements of congratulations filled her ears. But as all settled, she was alone with her parents once more. Her father nodded to her proudly, while her mother held her hands together adoringly, never happier for her daughter.\n\n\"Be strong dear. It's a long way down his penis, and nobody will pretend that getting melted in his balls will be fun. But I have faith in your endurance, we know the worthy remain vigilant in the depths of the ritual.''\n\nShe beamed to the teary eyed woman, a remorseful smile on both their features. \"Of course, I'll do my best!''\n\nWith a bit of a slight jump, Kalra ran up to her parents and hugged them both. \"I love you guys.'' They were all silent a moment before she continued. \"Thank you all. For everything.'' They all doubled down on the embrace. A car horn was heard from outside the house, all family member's eyes going wide. Kalra chuckled, \"Well, time to go get digested.'' She untangled herself from their limbs, noticing both had made sure to rub her butt and tits one last time. With a confident smile, she said one final thing. \"I'll see you guys in the stars. Goodbye.''\n\nHer father gave her a wink. \"If you think this is the last time we'll see you, you're sorely mistaken. Honey, get the car keys. We're gonna watch this ritual in person.''\n\n-\n\nKalra was of course nervous, who wouldn't, but she was able to carry herself with confidence and pride. She had fought tooth and nail through her AP classes at school, and she earned this death. Most of the tingles in her belly were from excitement, fidgeting with a racing heart as she sat naked in the limo's backseat. She looked out the window to see her city pass by, using it as a backdrop to happily review her memories.\n\nBy the time they arrived at the dragon's den, she had a peaceful smile, ready to ascend. The driver stepped out of the car, helping the anxious eighteen year old out and into the glorious temple of their god. Satin sheets and silk tapestries adorned the walls, pristine marble and ancient architecture preserved through the ages in this grand cathedral of worship. She would be joined by two followers of Tarkthys, adorned in nothing but glimmering semi-clear robes of a gilded fabric, twirled around their body to show copious scales and flow behind them in a majestic trail.\n\nWith one male and one female attendant on either side of the girl, they led her through the ornate halls and picturesque spaces. In a walk shortened by the awe Kalra felt while looking at every pretty thing on the way, they soon reached the ritual chamber, an enormous room resembling a coliseum with rows of seating carved out of the rich mineral slabs serving as the foundation. Curtains of mesh gold, flowing water into opulent fountains. A sight to behold, and designed as such, the chamber built to hold much of the old kingdom's clergy and populace as spectators.\n\nThere were still people in the stands, but a sparse few thanks to the event being live-streamed nowadays. Kalra instantly spotted her parents standing up and waving, a reassuring weight off her shoulders. But new awe replaced any other sensation, gazing upon a literal god within the chamber. A resplendent gilded dragon, a chiseled masculine form casting shimmers and glares from the light reaching his metallic scales. Jewelry adorned him, heavy gold cuffs and intricate swirling bands, accentuating an already perfect form. There was much to admire, and Kalra knew right there that every inch of this being deserved to be worshiped, for he displayed every ounce of his being in the open.\n\nNothing covered more than it accented, no garments of cloth or metal, only the master crafted super-sized jewelry and the various piercings on his godly body. Ornate nipple rings taken right from a hyper-sex god, golden studs outlining the thick cumvein on the underside of an immense and commanding cock, jingling chains linking from his sharp imposing horns to his nostrils. It was hard for the suddenly small-feeling verdant drake to look at only one part of him, for he was at least three to two stories tall, the girl not even holding a candle to a fist, much less one of his plump testicles. And everything was on display, the regal dragon calmly and elegantly kneeling on a silken cushion with as much square footage as half her house.\n\nBut naturally, she was drawn to the malehood of her god, a pillar the size of a church steeple. Tall, uniformly thick, a dark pink cylinder of sexual intent rose from the sprawled out and hefty leathery sack of balls resting on the crimson silk padding. Vaguely equine, it had a blunt tip with a cum-hole embedded in the middle of the flat surface, nubs encircling around the edge of the flare and a thick medial ring about a quarter up his shaft. \n\nThough she was overcome with purpose and amazement, Kalra had to internally giggle, for what kept this immense penis in an upright slant was nothing short of a jewel studded cock-support-beam. Like a candlestick, but the top held an open half circle, allowing the girthy member to rest upon it at a slight angle. It almost didn't look like it could support the weight, so obscene was the sheer size of the penis, of the dragon. \n\nWhich is why she looked at the other structure holding that length in place, the holder supporting from just past the medial ring, where this other support was right below the flare. An embossed staircase led up to it, ending at the cockhead and its waiting hole, the entire shaft angled perfectly so that the blunt tip came out at the stairs' end like a water slide. Except this slide was far more slippery, tighter, and was a one way trip. The approaching emerald drake girl had to take a moment to pause, feeling overwhelmed in the best ways. There was already a line of people on the staircase, patiently awaiting their turn to serve their purpose with utmost class and dedication.\n\nShe had a faint weakness fill her upon seeing the line sequentially move up a few steps, a new figure approaching the bed-sized surface of his flat-ish cockhead, and the snug sleeping bag of a urethra they were to climb into. Watching a wriggling bulge she hadn't noticed on the thick cock's underside, the protrusion steadily sank as the entire mast of flesh throbbed and clenched. It was obvious what was happening, but seeing the bulging shape slipping through the cock be about the size of a person only affirmed her true purpose to the girl.\n\nAs the attendants flanking Kalra quickly turned to make sure she was alright when the girl nearly sank to her knees, she only had to affirm that it was just a case of overwhelming joy upon seeing her lord and what her existence surmounted to. It was strangely comforting, and likely arousing, that she would be glorified cockfood. Kalra would never say she was into vore, but now she was regretting not giving the concept a chance. It was the `holy kink' if one could exist, the god a well known and active practitioner of the activity. Seems like her body knew some things her mind didn't. Or perhaps being in his presence was moldling her desires to his will.\n\nThe two drakes beside her in their opulent and flowing robes happily helped her, remembering their first time witnessing the body of their deity. It was a common thing, his sculptures and icons being nude and even including the impressive endowment, but seeing it in person, in full size, would humble even the least devout. The concepts of bodies were well preached, Tarkthys's commandments even including that all bodies are a glorious and natural thing, meant to be seen, presented, and enjoyed by all. As such, it was no surprise that Kalra's attendants' flowing robes were of a similar sheer golden mesh that the chamber's curtains were, the woman showcasing a perfectly maintained curvaceous figure with round breasts and a well filled out behind, and the male follower a strongly built body of muscles and power much like the god kneeing in the center of the room.\n\nStill, the young drake couldn't believe her eyes, that she would be Tarkthys's sacrifice much less seeing him in person. She supposed she could have just stopped by the temple, he doesn't interact with you unless there's a reason, but he never hid his existence. She almost wished her parents had been more religious, or that she wasn't lazy enough to only watch the streams of all the other offerings given during her lifetime. She had so much wonder in her eyes, so many questions, desires, things she wanted to know and do. Facing the transparently robed woman beside her, she had to ask.\n\n\"H-How many are going in his... uh, his...''\n\n\"Penis? God cock? Holy hose? Sacred schlong?'' The beautiful servant responded with a bit of a hearty teasing tone, the buff male interjecting as they traded off amusing phrases.\n\nKalra had to wave her hands with some shocked bemusement. \"Y-Yeah. His dick. Can you guys even say that stuff? Won't you get like, smited or something?''\n\nBoth laughed as another person the staircase stepped forward into the waiting cockhole, the schlick of their body sliding down the immense urethra barely audible from where the trio stood off at the side. Blushing and trying to not rub her knees together, the forest-toned girl stared at the falling bulge until they landed in the huge sack. And upon closer inspection, even from this distance she could see the round orbs squirming, a slight fog of heat dissipating off the leathery skin slick with sweat.\n\nThe two attendants laughed at both her previous question and the obvious sign of a well-chosen sacrifice. \"There's twenty in this batch, from all over. Even some foreign disciples here. Used to be only one or two per ritual, but our population keeps growing exponentially. And no, he doesn't smite you. Well, he does smite sinners by cramming them that juicy butt of his, but his ideas of sin is a lot more than dirty jokes. They're pretty much your basic laws, don't kill people, don't steal, they got kinda merged with the federal laws to enable him to carry out punishments with state blessing. You should know the teachings, right? They still had sermons in kindergarten when I was a kid, most of his stuff is about bettering yourself and the world around you.''\n\nKalra could only blankly nod as she stared intently at the balls she would soon be inside of. Noticing this, the two immodestly-robed drakes leaned in close to her. \"Ah. See something you like?'' Another idle nod, Kalra unable to say if she was drooling or not. \"There's a reason we worship his form, you know. Beyond benevolent guidance, ages of protection, bountiful resources, upheld order. He's also just fuckin' sexy.''\n\nAs the man spoke, the lecherous eyed woman got close to the offering's ear. \"Would you like to touch his glorious holiness?''\n\nEyes somehow getting even wider, Kalra turned to the woman. \"Can I?''\n\n\"Mhm. And not just any part of him, but those fat balls he has. He doesn't mind offerings getting a little tour, or a hands on moment with their deity. Only fair you get to worship the nuts you're about to be churned alive inside of.''\n\n\"Yesyesyesyes-\" Spoke the verdant drake girl, body vibrating as she voiced her excitement.\n\nBoth disciples took her hands then, leading them toward the master of the city and protector of the life within it, currently having people walk right up to his multi-story cock and slide down it. As she approached the gilded magnificence of the rich scaled dragon shone, a dim glow emanating from the powerful being and warming her as she got near. But while the immaculate form of the god was a point of wonder, the young drake was fixated on those balls plopped onto the massive cushion he was upon, the swells taking up the entire space between his knees as he knelt in stoic silence.\n\nShe grew near and she grew needy, the warmth radiating into her seemingly stirring a heat, the girl finding nothing in the world mattered but those gigantic balls and what she could do for them. She would already be feeding them, but they drew her ever closer with their perfect shape and texture, begging for her worship. As she neared, their smell grew gradually, but upon stepping over the point that brought her but a few feet away, the girl nearly melted from the wave of musk slamming down her nostrils.\n\nHeld up in the moment it took to get control of her legs back, the heavy potent scent of sweaty nutsack filled her being, washing into the open air much like the warmth the god emitted. Though her mind began shorting out from the flooding of pheromones and chemicals in her brain, she was able to watch those amazing jewels with more detail than ever imagined when she was across the room.\n\nThey squirmed, not the entire shape themselves, but the bulges and protrusions pushing out on the sack. Every once and awhile a hefty clench would tighten that loose, slick skin, bringing higher definition to the shapes of limbs and bodies, the outlines pushing out often hands or faces. Then they were lost again, the orbs returning to their smooth form with those minute bumps as they steadily pulsed. The entire set steamed gently, no small amount of heat she felt radiating from those jewels of a god, evidence of their working joining with the dull noise of sizzling and gurgling coming from inside them. And of course, the screams of pain and indeterminate pleadings, with the periodic clenches occasionally bringing crunching noises.\n\nThough she was frozen in wonder, Kalra was led forward by the attendants, closer and closer to the sweaty skin roiling and churning so many people already. Until finally she was nearly face to face, literally a finger's worth of distance between her and sweaty nut as a muzzle shouting muffled cries pushed out the skin around where she was looking. Her body was going haywire from so many signals crossing, lust and servitude, the spiritual connection to her lord and the overpowering musk he filled her lungs with. All of them good, looping and frying her brain for any thought more than carnal desire and soulful awe. She reached a hand out, palm hovering over the steaming skin of balls taller than she was.\n\nWith a little push, she pressed her hand to the hot, leathery surface of his testicle. That was all she needed, able to feel everything. The heat, the sweat, the perfect texture of him, and the roiling digestion happening inside. All the tension in her body melted as she accepted her place to be right behind that wall of skin, reaching an enlightenment of her duty from one simple touch. Either from some high-level magic, or the girl simply not realizing how much of an affect her ancestral deity could have on her. But she was in love and devoted at first touch. She was really kicking herself for not being more involved with the temple.\n\nAfter a moment of simply feeling everything that immense ball had to offer, the disciples beside her gently tugged her back. \"We'd love for you to stay and join us for worship, but if we don't get you oiled and ready, you're gonna be late for your appointment with his cock.'' Pulling her back to a small station with a table full of bowls of viscous, clear fluid, the woman began filling a small cup with it. \"If you'll just keep still a moment, we'll get you slicked up and perform the rites. Then take your celebration photos before you get in line for good.''\n\nThe two followers worked around the weak-kneed and musk-drunk girl, the woman pouring the oil filled vessel over the green scaled teen's body as the man began rubbing it sensually into her hide. Big fingers moved with a practiced delicacy, coating and swiping, but also trailing tingly claws and gently teasing where he touched. Her breasts were the most obvious example, and were the first area the woman poured, the round swells gaining a sexy sheen as Kalra stiffened and gave little gasps as the large man kneaded the polish into her bosom. Otherwise they worked from top to bottom, smearing her shoulders and arms, then spreading down her back doubling as a massage that only made her swoon more.\n\nShe wasn't sure how she was still standing on her quivering legs when the male disciple's strong hands clasped her hips, moving to glide his slick palms over her asscheeks. She felt her tail raise instinctively, body craving a breeding, and he only teased her more by using his meaty cock to push the oil between her thick globes. As he worked and made sure every second of lecherous touching was sensual and overpowering to the girl, he gently rocked his length through her round buttocks. He knew exactly what he was doing, hotdogging a girl that wanted nothing more to bend over and get stuffed. But he whispered in a flushed ear, \"Sorry babe, fucking would put us behind schedule. This is the best I can do.''\n\nIt was torture, the near-penetration, the man's oiled tip reaching her coated pucker and pushing against it only to slip and slide away for another pump through those heavenly glutes. Lost to her lust, Kalra barely noticed the woman kneeling down to coat her legs, spreading the oil to her feet and lifting them to apply it even to her soles. Every inch of her was covered. \"Watch your step from here on out, oh honored sacrifice~ Marble can be slippery when doused in lube.'' When the whole thing was done, they peeled their barely covered bodies away from the nude teen, leaving her panting with desire and twitching with need, heat blooming under flushed scales. \n\nKalra's forest green body had been given a new glistening coat of body oil, giving her scaled skin a perfect sheen of sexiness from head to toe. As the girl looked down to see her reflection in the well-polished marble floor, her own approval of the oil came from a little wiggle of her hips and a gentle coo of arousal. Before she could do much, the two attendants circled around her, holding hands and dancing in a ring while speaking things in an old language. Their sheer silky robes fluttered around, and their own faces showed an influx of physical passion as Kalra felt the warmth of Tarkthys surround her once more. \n\nThen it stopped, no flashy lights, no glowing symbols, just Kalra and her ever increasing horniness. Stepping back once more, the woman spoke to the lust-frazzled drake. \"You are fully linked and labeled, your soul is bound to Tarkthys's domain.'' Reaching out to take Kalra's hands, the pair began leading her through the sizable space once more. This time to the final destination of that ornate staircase leading right up to that immense dragon-cock flare. There were still a few people left in the queue, each shiny and dazed much like Kalra was. And she got plopped right at the end, standing on the first stair.\n\n\"Say cheese!'' The woman disciple said, before a flash came from the professional camera set up on a tripod beside them. \"Oh, that was a good candid shot, but how about a pose? Here, hold up those shiny tits of yours and put one foot on the floor. Get some elevation in your composition.'' Happily and obediently following through, the young dragoness smiled as another flash came. \"Absolutely perfect~ You're a gorgeous sacrifice. We'll get these sent off to your school for the yearbook and give some physical copies to your parents.''\n\n\"Thank you.'' Was all Kalra really could say between the joy and lust coursing through her, with no shortage of excited butterflies infecting her stomach as she took in the fact she was finally on those stairs. It was as if she finally reached a clarity with her surroundings, senses sharpening as the wait for her turn dragged on. She saw every detail in the people ahead of her, every glimmer and shine in their own oiled bodies. All of them looked about as young as her, one she even recognized from her class. But sight was just one part, the other was the sound. As if the room went silent but for Tarkthys's balls working, churning with deep gluts and grumbles, with the faint shouting and wailing under it. She couldn't see the oversized sack, only the edges coming out from behind the stairs blocking her view, but she knew there were still struggling bodies visibly moving within it.\n\nAnd she couldn't wait to be one of them. Hearing the slurps as another person slid down that snug urethra, Kalra took the cluster of steps up to her demise as the line progressed. She could smell the God-Dragon's sweat from here, those balls steaming up their sweat as a perfume for the offerings. Delectable, and it only kept her horny for every step of her patience. Until finally, she crested those top few stairs, the round flare matching the size of her bed staring at her with the cumhole set right in the middle and a little down. She knew she had to wait, unsure how, but it was just knowledge she had that the verdant drake waited until the last person was safely getting melted in his balls for a little bit.\n\nShe stared at that blunt cockhead, wanting to just kneel down and stretch her arms around the nubbed tip and stuff her face into the pulsing hole waiting for her. But she remained where she was, huffing and weak, but resolute in her duty. The oiled drake stood with need and purpose for what felt like an hour, just listening to those balls churn the others in the distance, the aura of exertion wafting up to her. Until finally, it happened.\n\nTarkthys reached down to place one massive finger on her back. Something she could barely believe, having seen the mythical dragon stay completely still with every other person. Was she special, or was it an illusion? Or more likely, was this a result of their soul binding? Pointless questions with answers she didn't need, all Kalra needed was her lord to shove her down his cock. He didn't do it per se, but he encouraged it, nudging her with the massive claw as she took a step forward to the fleshy hole. Leaning against the wide surface of his flare, she approached his cumslit and got ready with every ounce of delightful grace she could spare.\n\nElated just from the holy touch upon her form, she happily prodded the pulsing pit with a toe, feeling the slick passage spread and dilate from her poking. Looking up once more, the rest of Tarkthys remained stoic, only the singular arm reaching out to signal her. Blowing a kiss up at the massive gilded god, Kalra dropped to her plush bottom as one would prep to go down a waterslide, bringing her slender and oiled legs together to place her feet against the ravenous urethra. Easily pushing through with the hole's slight gape, she watched her legs vanish into his perfect cock, using her arms to lift her hips up and slide forward.\n\nIt was divine, the tight embrace of his warm tunnel, the pounding heartbeat surrounding her lower portion as she threw her head back and moaned as her shapely hips spread his slit open around them. An embrace as potent as the first time she slept in the tender post-coitus bliss between her parents on her birthday earlier this year, an enveloping touch as warm as the love that nurtured her through this wonderful life. It even surprised her to a fair degree that sliding down this grandiose shaft was pure bliss, an untold satisfaction filling her as she was tensely squeezed and tugged deeper into the snug tunnel. \n\nAs her hips crested through with a heavy throb bouncing the dick on its pedestal a bit, the green scaled teen was lost to half-lidded haze, mouth slack as she faintly moaned with every deep huff. Looking up at the towering form of her god, seeing the stoic masculine face before tilting her heavy-feeling head down to see the ravenous urethra working her inside. The girl's oiled, pert breasts reached the rim of the cockhole, everything below her ribs surrounded by a tight cocoon of warm squishiness, made only more sensational by her scale's slick coating. Kalra made sure to tuck her arms in, sliding her flat palms between the working muscle and her body to ensure they were properly streamlined.\n\nIt had been a mere minute, but the process felt far longer to the teen, watching herself vanish into the godlike cock a delectably savored experience. Inches at a time, steady clenches that gripped her whole body that had made it past the entrance, a hug of an indescribable magnitude. She could remember it all right in the moment, seeing her feet slip inside, spreading the inviting urethra open. Then her knees were going past as her toes wiggled in the soft depths, before her hips momentarily clogged the way. And now her tits were sucked past, the contracting ring of muscle slowly rising over her collar, consuming her with minimal haste. \n\nBy the time the snug hole pulsed around her neck, she had to have been cumming, but the sensation was so explosively exquisite, she couldn't name the feeling. Face gone limp, voice incoherent, eyes rolled into her head as her tongue lolled limply in the open. A look of bliss that slowly descended into the greedy cock in a mere few clenches. Then nothing but a slightly gaped urethra, winking at the empty staircase. But those in the stands watching did not look away yet, for there was still the oblong shape of a girl bulging out the massive shaft's underside. Every flex budging the thick member yanked it lower, every contraction of the large urethra brought it closer to those churning balls.\n\nThe massive orbs remained sprawled out on their large cushion, the sweaty, leathery skin pulling taught with every clench that rocked through them, shapes and protrusions of the struggling occupants gaining clarity before vanishing to the usual loose wrinkled surface. Too overloaded by the trip, squirming around in the sleeping bag of her dreams, Kalra did nothing but cum again as she sank deeper into the depths of the gold dragon's cock. Even if she had been capable of cohesive thought, she wouldn't understand why there was so much screaming coming from that heavenly sack, surely everyone else was having as great a time as she was?\n\nHer toes broke through, cresting out of the immaculate tunnel to a space of hot, stuffy air. Another lurch and her legs were bared, until enough of her was free that she slurped right down in one fell swoop. As if submerging into a room-sized hot-tub, Kalra was met with a moment of soothing heat. But it lasted only a moment, things thrashing in the `water' with her, fading shouts undercut by a deep and rumbly gurgle filling the space. The heat itself quickly became absolute, burning, searing. As the delayed excruciating pain of fire set into her scales, her limbs came to life. The pool she found herself in was thick and molten, suffocating in dank rancid air that stung her nostrils with every pained gasp.\n\nClamoring to stay afloat, to rise above the mire of sizzling liquid and half-digested bodies that crowded the surface of the horrid fluid in this pitch-black hell. Flailing aimlessly she shoved her hand against the slick walls, punching, kicking, sometimes swiping her limb past clumps of meat or jagged bone. The only change was when the world collapsed in upon itself, the space tightening and shrinking as the powerful walls closed in. The tiny space of open air vanished, the girl being fully submerged in the burning sea, the pain causing her to scream and let some into her mouth as her face was scalded.\n\nThe dull thud of meat and muscle surrounded her, powered by the low drum of a heartbeat as faint cracks and splorches came from the numerous remains getting compacted around her. She felt her own form grow strained as the space ran out, force being applied to all sides as the sickening bodies around her either broke apart or imparted the force they bore onto her. Awareness was fading, shock setting, nerves burning away. The pain was all consuming, Kalra unaware if the sharp snapping noise to her right was her own arm before the space expanded again, the sloshing mess spreading out once more.\n\nThough the pocket of air returned, it was out of reach, the girl lost. Hurt and fading, it wasn't even air up there anyways, the green scaled teen sinking deep to the pit of gurgling, sizzling fluid. Her sight was gone, eyes burned away the second her head was submerged, but she had no telling with the absence of light within the churning space. But she pretended to close her eyes, and wished away the pain as everything grew distant.\n\n-\n\nTarkthys's balls would continue to work for an hour, the shapes behind the sack no longer squirming or defined after a long and painful session of breaking down his fresh cockfood to a delighted audience that spanned the globe thanks to the internet. Their tightening clenches and roiling sounds continued, the musky steam they emitted seemingly filling the grand chamber as those in the stands began to recognize the god's masculine scent. Some watchers left, others remained, tears given as farewells were whispered to spirits long gone, while others celebrated their sacrifice with carnal acts for all to see. Some waved to the cameras sweeping around, the livestream getting a steady viewership of devout followers and simple vore lovers.\n\nThe immense dragon remained still, resting on his knees, broad chest straight and resolute, the entire being almost a statue. But soon there was motion, as all else stilled. When his balls fell silent, their radiating heat fading as their audible gurgling grew quiet, the magnificent deity's hands moved. As massive as every part of him, the large fingers looked right at home wrapping around his hefty member. Lifting it off both the stand and the stairway, the dragon's palms began to pump over the sleek flesh.\n\nAs the onlookers were treated to an oversized handjob, the gilded being only let his head lean back in a show of pleasure, deep rumbles echoing through the chamber as his masturbation grew fervent. Leading up with throbs and growls, the almighty dragon gave a powerful roar that almost shook the building as he came. The motion was primal, but practiced, measured and calculated. As the floor in front of his resting place dipped, forming a subtle basin that easily collected the jets of godly seed raining down upon it. \n\nIn line with his form, his gilded scales and resplendent aura, what poured from his cockhead was not ivory sperm, but pure molten gold, flowing into the inset basin to create a decently large pool of the metallic fluid. The shimmering element gently sloshed with every jet, ripples reflecting dull light. This was his gift to his people, converting their most promising to their equivalent value, and then some. This gold served as the foundation of the land's prosperity, the success of the people living here for generations, to this entire world.\n\nIt would remain in this basin for the multiple days it took to cool and disperse its laden magic, many people coming and going to wish upon it. Kalra's parents would stop by every day, both saddened with loss and filled with pride. Upon their last day visiting, the same two disciples that prepared the green drake for her sacrifice, presented an ornate box to them. After returning home, the parents would sit in the living room for hours to somberly appreciate the gilded skull now above their mantle, the final photo of the nude, oiled, smiling teen framed right beneath it.\n\n\n//Optional reformation ending below\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere was a darkness everywhere, a void of pitch emptiness surrounding her. Her? Who is `her'? Everything was a fog, the events leading to this place hazy if present at all, unsure what existence even was. Or if she even existed. Yet before there was much time to ponder this abyss, there was a face filling the space, a fierce and imposing draconic visage. Clarity set in, reality sharpened as details came clear. Tarkthys's eyes opened, shimmering bright silver pouring out as her form was illuminated, resting upon his expansive palm as the god dragon held her up to him in an endless space.\n\nBut she felt blurry, as the world gained shape, she did not, a distortion around herself. Again, before her fractured thoughts could contemplate this experience, a booming voice was heard though not spoken. The sound merely appearing in her perception despite the towering dragon's jaws never budging. \n\n\"WHO ARE YOU'' filled her sense, the words of thought conveyed beyond physical medium, spoken as a statement instead of a question. \n\nDidn't change that she had no answer.\n\nInstead, a new question came. \"THEN WHO DO YOU WISH TO BE?''\n\nA simple inquiry, yet it froze the entity that was once Kalra. Disparate thoughts ran amok, wants and desires cropping up amid confusion and uncertainty. But just as she was about to voice her wishes, other voices rang out around her. Voices that were not her own, numerous and different, calling for their own desires. As they grew loud and dissonant, some began to fade, tones melding when a similar wish was presented, calls and pleads grouping off, tuning into their own channels. \n\nAs the drowning chorus dwindled to select frequencies, voices mixing and melding until their number shrank, she was left with but a few murmurs. Indecisive, hesitant, too far in the unknown. So she started small. \"I am a girl. This I know.'' As she spoke, the fact boomed, resounding into a bubble around her. And so some of the other whispers around her repeated the phrase, acknowledging the truth or adopting it as they wished, while one or two tones vanished. Soon her own blurry form became transparent, surrounded by the other faceless spirits whispering her declaration, their shapes stretching and twisting, never static.\n\nThough she couldn't truly say she was in a mortal headspace, when prompted with a blank check of your ideal self, she felt it was okay to be a bit vain. \"I am attractive, beautiful.'' She spoke unto this malleable void, looking down to see her loosely-defined body take up a more curvaceous outline amid the stuttering atoms. Some of the other indeterminate ghostly shapes adopted similar looks, though some took different approaches. Some apparitions remained mostly slim and petite, while others went far beyond even a generous size. These outliers slowly faded, splitting off for their own desires.\n\nShe continued to wish, to make her dreams reality, while others followed or left at their whim. Some of the swirling voices made their own declarations, to which she agreed and declined as she saw fit, her group being further refined. The shimmering entity that was Kalra could not pinpoint how many voices remained with her at the end of this astral negotiation, certainty a forgone concept in this realm. Which is why when there were no more demands, no more desires, they would leave to a place where their decision could be made concrete.\n\n-\n\nDays after the ritual, in the very same chamber that the gargantuan Tarkthys remained kneeling inside, the basin of matte gold cum rippled and splashed. Forms began to rise from the metal, six in total. As sharp visages ascended, shoulders emerging, the metallic fluid draining off their gilded bodies of immaculate scale, they looked around. Each was a resplendent golden dragon, elevated beyond mere drake, boasting wings and sharp spines that Tarkthys himself possessed, though lacking his immense size. Each was their ideal selves, a masculine form of intense body-building rose from the metallic pool, gold slowly falling off chiseled muscles while an exaggerated example of the highest reach of femininity in both shape and size sprung up behind him, before an androgynous being gasped and sputtered, joined by dragons of average stature and a step beyond.\n\nIn the back rose a gilded female dragon, taking her first new breath in a gorgeous naked body of pure traditional beauty. She looked upon her surroundings, remembering her time as Kalra here. But there were also memories of Jayce, Lin, Alexis, people and minds of a past life merged into their ideal vessel. Though her mind remembered different voices, she spoke with only one now. She smiled, letting her hands roam her fresh scales, running off sparse droplets of the pure gold over a new body, enjoying its feel and sensitivity, flushed with familiar heat. She locked eyes with the various other dragons having risen from the pristine pool, some remaining confused, while others seemed just as ready to try the new body out as she was.\n\nBefore any meaningful contact beyond some sultry eyes and curled fingers could be exchanged, the voice that had awakened her rang through their minds. \"SIX EFFIGIES HAVE RISEN. THE BEST OF THE MORTAL KIN, ADJOINED IN PURPOSE AND DESIRE. PROMISING MINDS MELDED TO REACH HEIGHTS UNKNOWN, FLAWS AND STRENGTHS PATCHED TO FORM A GREATER BEING. YOU ARE WHO YOU WISH TO BE, AND ARE WITH THOSE WHO WISH TO BE YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN SMITHED INTO SOMETHING SUPERIOR, TO BRING PROSPERITY TO THIS WORLD, AND HAPPINESS TO YOURSELF.''\n\nThe god-dragon's eyes had been open during this rebirth, in the void and here, bright silver light basking the newly formed people. Now those heavy eyelids shut, the darkness returned to only what the candle-mimicking bulbs spaced through the wide chamber could suppress. Disciples of sheer silken robed beauty waited on the edges of the pool, their bodies honed and presented, though natural and mortal unlike the gilded demigods wading out of the fluid. Towels and garments were in their hands, papers and tablets. They smiled at the new creatures, experienced with life but a child to this existence.\n\nAs the group dried off and adorned themselves with whatever clothing they desired, one even choosing to skip clothes entirely, those attendants with documentation approached. \"You are a brand new being. While you have decided upon your form and mind, now you must choose your identity.'' The forms presented had space for personal information, education and experience, a spot for any detail needed. \"We will create new papers for you with the government, for citizenship and anything else. You will live among the people as any other, though you are far more gifted than one single being could be. For you all are the combination of the brightest there is.''\n\nOne attendant spoke up then, a lighthearted smile on their snout as she handed out papers. \"I'm afraid gone are the days of just unleashing the effigies into a kingdom, letting them roam the world on their own adventures as whoever they wished, changing personas every hundred or so years. We try to keep your existence a well known secret. Can't have people think Tarkthys is trying to infiltrate governments and companies to take over the world.'' Some mild laughter rang out, but odd looks were common, only briefly being soothed by the next sentence. \n\n\"Don't worry, next stop is orientation. You guys have a long life ahead of you, and we're expecting big things to come from such great minds. You are the gift of intangible wealth the ritual creates, not the gold. Effigies pioneer industries, invent miracles, tackle problems seen as impossible. But do not feel the need to rush in making this world a better place, you are able to spend a few hundred years doing nothing but fucking.''\n\nAnother servant spoke as multiple golden brows raised, \"Effigies inherit many aspects of Lord Tarkthys. The draconic form, the rich scales, the absence of aging... And his libido. Do not feel bad if you were never one to partake of the sexually free lifestyle his temple preaches, do not question unwanted feelings from your new body. It is natural, and beneficial, pleasure is a beautiful thing for a being to experience. To which, you are built not just to have the best experience in that department, but to spread it as well. Though you are expected to go off and solve the world's problems, don't feel bad taking some time to get used to this life. Go partying, fuck a city block, play video games for a week straight. There's no rush.''\n\nThe first disciple that spoke cut back in. \"After all, you've got all of time to catch up. You live until you choose that your time is over. Now if you'll follow me to the cafeteria, we'll present the rest over some brunch we've prepared.''\n\n-\n\nShe strutted out of the boarding area, a vibrantly painted claw swiping around on her phone. The prim dragoness looked right at home in the tight-fitted business clothes, modest yet attractive, allowing precious glimpses of her brilliant golden scales. This attraction was only made more apparent due to the clear lack of a bra she wore. After all, her first contribution to the world was proving they were unhealthy for women and starting a movement to ban them. Granted, it took a couple... decades or so, but it was worth it. Fashion certainly got a lot more towards her style recently, a nice benefit to reap while working on other things.\n\nIt had been too long since she returned home, busy securing deals, spreading her research, putting the medications into production globally. But her work was done, the goal reached, the world bettered. Time for a vacation before finding something new to focus on. Heels clacked over the airport's tiles, echoing in the large open space as her carry-on suitcase wheeled behind her. She traveled light, not needing many clothes, happy to wear less than what was optimal outside of formal situations. After all, with a body like hers, why hide it?\n\nBut in a rare moment, most of her carnal and libidinous side was put to the wayside. Breaking into a wide smile, she couldn't stop the slight extra rush put into her steps, the increased swaying of her tail. Ignoring every hunky guy and adorable girl she would happily drop her pen in front of, she made a bee-line for a mature pair of drakes, boasting red and green scales respectively. They held up a sign, wearing smiles of their own as she read her new name. \"Luna'' was all that was written, and that was all that was needed. \n\nSlamming into them with a big hug, she stood a head taller than her former parents, a heartwarming sight as they shared a quiet moment of simple embrace. The love she felt was still present, and only stronger than before, for there was more love than one person could muster being given to them. Breaking the tender touch, she looked down at them, seeing their age progress while she remained unchanged. A wistful smile was given, before shining bright. Now was not the time to think about such things, this was far too happy a time for that.\n\nInstead, she followed them to their car, smalltalk made as they caught up. It was good to be home again. And the best part? This exact same moment of overwhelming joy would come again quite soon, as there were multiple families to greet upon reaching their destination.\n\n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dragon's Duty

Kalra was a young dragon girl, freshly turned eighteen and celebrating her coming of age after the grueling years of highschool. It had been worth it though, for she had graduated with perfect grades and a plethora of extra programs and studies, she was the best student in her school. The brand new adult had an excited flush to her immaculate emerald scales, thinking about all her wonderful prospects in life, with an exceptionally bright future. But not anymore, for as she read the letter she received, she now knew that she had been chosen.

Kalra couldn't be happier. She leapt with joy and ran to her parents, squealing with glee as she skipped down the stairs from her room before almost slamming into the couch her parents were on. The green and red dragon pair had tracked her descent with surprise, only voicing their question of the source of such exuberance once she had calmed down a bit. "Mom! Dad! I'm part of the next offering to Tarkthys!'' she said while bouncing up and down.

Tarkthys was the town's high deity, and possessed the godlike status that entailed. Unlike the `lesser' anthro dragons like Kalra and her parents, Tarkthys was an actual god, one of the last ones remaining. Anthropomorphic as well, but truly a sight to behold with a size that reached the heavens. Though his creations were miniature versions of his kind, they were clearly made in his image. As the common beings grew and society evolved, they developed technology and culture that pushed much of ancestral divinity to the wayside, and the powerful beings left once their charges no longer needed them, or ceased being fun. A handful remained, either content with their current status, or from becoming attached to the life they shaped. While Tarkthys was once a grand lord of an entire kingdom in the ages past, he now watched over a bustling city that alone had far more population than his land used to. With the advent of nationalization, borders and countries forming beyond simple towns and lordships, the being did not stand in the way of larger unification as long as his followers had a place under his immense form.

He did not impose direct dominion over the people, though they were often far more willing to follow him than their federal government. In return for a seamless melding with the higher state, he kept his rulings to be mostly sentimental, with only a few practices needing religious exemptions from state governance. Despite society being modern and possessing the equivalent technology, when it came to pleasing the God-Dragon and the completion of his rituals, the city stuck to their time-honored traditions of old, as the temple was the oldest source of community there was. There were many ways the people worshiped their deity, and while the city didn't mandate his reign or require residents to follow his faith, many did out of the respect for the prosperity he brought to the land and the people he watched over.

One thing that the locals cherished was a sacred ritual that was seen as the most important of them all. While there were many activities critical in taking care of the godly dragon, keeping him happy and sated was to be expected. This main event is what the townsfolk used to prove their devotion to their lord by offering their most valuable youth to his holiness, with the most notable occasion of this sacrament lining up with graduation dates.

An ancient rite, created when Tarkthys offered a new boon that needed a worthy sacrifice when great hardship befell the folk of his land. They had deemed this new offering to be a sacrifice of an accomplished youngling on the cusp of adulthood, to be given to the dragon. Though it tested their faith, they did not hesitate as their god declared these offerings would be consumed. Not as a meal, but to give their devotion and soul to him, to be assimilated into a form of higher worth. With a reward of pristine gold for their sacrifice, many overlooked the promise of an intangible treasure that would help their woes.

The people understood they already offered him with sinners and devoted disciples such as themselves in the name of his own satisfaction, Tarkthys particularly pleasured by offerings entering his body and commonly sending those beings into his anus. But these new offerings were special, their treasured youth. For them to meet their end in a building-sized dragon's musky asshole would be hard to bear, even if it was sacred ground. So Tarkthys's charges requested a new ritual be created to give this new form of sacrifice to the God-Dragon.

Tarkthys acquiesced, his people passing an unspoken test. He demanded that the opportune youth offered to him instead descend down his very penis instead of vanishing into his rear, to reach a holy resting place of his potent testicles. In return, the gilded sperm he churned them into would be gifted to the people, and he would personally ensure it was used aptly to benefit all that would welcome his name to their hearts. But something the deity would stress is that the ritual alone would provide a non-material wealth unimaginable, the real reward for their sacrifice. He found these rituals immensely pleasurable, but the powerful dragon made sure his subjects would be provided for.

Kalra was now one of the privileged few to enter the dragon's urethra and meet her end in his roiling balls, to give her promising future up and have her body be digested by Tarkthys's metallic cum. Truly an honor for the barely legal girl. Upon conveying her letter of choosing to the adult drakes in the room, her parents leapt up and wrapped her in a big family hug, both of them joyously informing her of how happy and proud they were. They rushed to sit down together at the dinner table, the older pair listening intently as Kalra read aloud the letter. It detailed where and when she should be, how to prepare her body, required her writing a last will and testament, and recommended saying goodbye to all her friends and family during the time she had before the ritual.

A mature red drake, her father, spoke up, "Once more dear, I'm just so proud of you. But now we have some serious planning to do, it's going to be an important week for you! Tomorrow marks the start of the seven day countdown, so use the rest of today to write your will and talk to all your friends and schoolmates. We'll get the family together for the last day so you can say your farewells then. We're gonna make sure your last week is your best.''

"Thanks guys. I worked so hard, but I never thought I'd be worthy of Tarkthys. Thank you for everything.''

They both smiled at each other, "Of course, anything for our little princess. Now let's set up a game plan. Tonight will be your will and farewells. Do you have something you want to do tomorrow?''

"But what about... oh right. I don't have to go to school anymore, in a week I'll be molten-gold cum.'' With a cute giggle, the girl just pictured the value she'd help produce, joyed by the prospect of knowing your worth is literally your weight in gold, and then some. Matching the red scaled father's grin, Kalra stood up and leaned over the table to wrap her arms around his shoulders in a hug. "Thank you for helping me be the best offering I could be.''

"You worked so hard to build yourself a good future, at least let me help you have as much fun as possible before its premature end.''

Just then the mother walked back in, holding a few papers and a laptop. "Alright honey, let's get started on that will of yours,'' she said with a bright happy smile on her snout. "Not exactly exciting, but boring stuff out of the way first, right?''

After a few hours of writing and typing, asking the young kobold about what to do with all her possessions, the family extended another round of hugs and congratulations before departing to their rooms for the night. Kalra spent another hour or so on a group video chat with all her friends, welcoming their congratulations and saying her farewells. Once she pried herself away from the call, she quickly settled in for the night, sleeping easy and fulfilled, looking forwards to the day of her demise.

-

Kalra was warm, held tightly and tenderly, a welcome embrace. Her mother released her, leaving hands on shoulders as she looked down to her child with a gentle smile and happy eyes. Kalra stood bare, shimmering forest green scales on display and body bared to the gathering of family members in the room around her.

It was customary for those who were chosen to show off the prime body that would be joining the dragon, going nude for the rest of their short lives. Tarkthys preached the pride one should have of their bodies, the openness people should have with it. One could say the temple was a bit lewd, but all of it positive. One by one each of her treasured members of family and friends came up and gave a final farewell hug, many grabbing her ass tenderly, complimenting her shape without words.

She would always thank those who groped her, everyone who smacked her ass or squeezed a breast was one more person who would know just how good of a bodily offering she was. For every person who had her scale's texture and color memorized from feeling her recently developed boobs, or her pants-tightening ass, was one more person who would remember her.

Goodbyes came and went, supportive words and statements of congratulations filled her ears. But as all settled, she was alone with her parents once more. Her father nodded to her proudly, while her mother held her hands together adoringly, never happier for her daughter.

"Be strong dear. It's a long way down his penis, and nobody will pretend that getting melted in his balls will be fun. But I have faith in your endurance, we know the worthy remain vigilant in the depths of the ritual.''

She beamed to the teary eyed woman, a remorseful smile on both their features. "Of course, I'll do my best!''

With a bit of a slight jump, Kalra ran up to her parents and hugged them both. "I love you guys.'' They were all silent a moment before she continued. "Thank you all. For everything.'' They all doubled down on the embrace. A car horn was heard from outside the house, all family member's eyes going wide. Kalra chuckled, "Well, time to go get digested.'' She untangled herself from their limbs, noticing both had made sure to rub her butt and tits one last time. With a confident smile, she said one final thing. "I'll see you guys in the stars. Goodbye.''

Her father gave her a wink. "If you think this is the last time we'll see you, you're sorely mistaken. Honey, get the car keys. We're gonna watch this ritual in person.''

-

Kalra was of course nervous, who wouldn't, but she was able to carry herself with confidence and pride. She had fought tooth and nail through her AP classes at school, and she earned this death. Most of the tingles in her belly were from excitement, fidgeting with a racing heart as she sat naked in the limo's backseat. She looked out the window to see her city pass by, using it as a backdrop to happily review her memories.

By the time they arrived at the dragon's den, she had a peaceful smile, ready to ascend. The driver stepped out of the car, helping the anxious eighteen year old out and into the glorious temple of their god. Satin sheets and silk tapestries adorned the walls, pristine marble and ancient architecture preserved through the ages in this grand cathedral of worship. She would be joined by two followers of Tarkthys, adorned in nothing but glimmering semi-clear robes of a gilded fabric, twirled around their body to show copious scales and flow behind them in a majestic trail.

With one male and one female attendant on either side of the girl, they led her through the ornate halls and picturesque spaces. In a walk shortened by the awe Kalra felt while looking at every pretty thing on the way, they soon reached the ritual chamber, an enormous room resembling a coliseum with rows of seating carved out of the rich mineral slabs serving as the foundation. Curtains of mesh gold, flowing water into opulent fountains. A sight to behold, and designed as such, the chamber built to hold much of the old kingdom's clergy and populace as spectators.

There were still people in the stands, but a sparse few thanks to the event being live-streamed nowadays. Kalra instantly spotted her parents standing up and waving, a reassuring weight off her shoulders. But new awe replaced any other sensation, gazing upon a literal god within the chamber. A resplendent gilded dragon, a chiseled masculine form casting shimmers and glares from the light reaching his metallic scales. Jewelry adorned him, heavy gold cuffs and intricate swirling bands, accentuating an already perfect form. There was much to admire, and Kalra knew right there that every inch of this being deserved to be worshiped, for he displayed every ounce of his being in the open.

Nothing covered more than it accented, no garments of cloth or metal, only the master crafted super-sized jewelry and the various piercings on his godly body. Ornate nipple rings taken right from a hyper-sex god, golden studs outlining the thick cumvein on the underside of an immense and commanding cock, jingling chains linking from his sharp imposing horns to his nostrils. It was hard for the suddenly small-feeling verdant drake to look at only one part of him, for he was at least three to two stories tall, the girl not even holding a candle to a fist, much less one of his plump testicles. And everything was on display, the regal dragon calmly and elegantly kneeling on a silken cushion with as much square footage as half her house.

But naturally, she was drawn to the malehood of her god, a pillar the size of a church steeple. Tall, uniformly thick, a dark pink cylinder of sexual intent rose from the sprawled out and hefty leathery sack of balls resting on the crimson silk padding. Vaguely equine, it had a blunt tip with a cum-hole embedded in the middle of the flat surface, nubs encircling around the edge of the flare and a thick medial ring about a quarter up his shaft.

Though she was overcome with purpose and amazement, Kalra had to internally giggle, for what kept this immense penis in an upright slant was nothing short of a jewel studded cock-support-beam. Like a candlestick, but the top held an open half circle, allowing the girthy member to rest upon it at a slight angle. It almost didn't look like it could support the weight, so obscene was the sheer size of the penis, of the dragon.

Which is why she looked at the other structure holding that length in place, the holder supporting from just past the medial ring, where this other support was right below the flare. An embossed staircase led up to it, ending at the cockhead and its waiting hole, the entire shaft angled perfectly so that the blunt tip came out at the stairs' end like a water slide. Except this slide was far more slippery, tighter, and was a one way trip. The approaching emerald drake girl had to take a moment to pause, feeling overwhelmed in the best ways. There was already a line of people on the staircase, patiently awaiting their turn to serve their purpose with utmost class and dedication.

She had a faint weakness fill her upon seeing the line sequentially move up a few steps, a new figure approaching the bed-sized surface of his flat-ish cockhead, and the snug sleeping bag of a urethra they were to climb into. Watching a wriggling bulge she hadn't noticed on the thick cock's underside, the protrusion steadily sank as the entire mast of flesh throbbed and clenched. It was obvious what was happening, but seeing the bulging shape slipping through the cock be about the size of a person only affirmed her true purpose to the girl.

As the attendants flanking Kalra quickly turned to make sure she was alright when the girl nearly sank to her knees, she only had to affirm that it was just a case of overwhelming joy upon seeing her lord and what her existence surmounted to. It was strangely comforting, and likely arousing, that she would be glorified cockfood. Kalra would never say she was into vore, but now she was regretting not giving the concept a chance. It was the `holy kink' if one could exist, the god a well known and active practitioner of the activity. Seems like her body knew some things her mind didn't. Or perhaps being in his presence was moldling her desires to his will.

The two drakes beside her in their opulent and flowing robes happily helped her, remembering their first time witnessing the body of their deity. It was a common thing, his sculptures and icons being nude and even including the impressive endowment, but seeing it in person, in full size, would humble even the least devout. The concepts of bodies were well preached, Tarkthys's commandments even including that all bodies are a glorious and natural thing, meant to be seen, presented, and enjoyed by all. As such, it was no surprise that Kalra's attendants' flowing robes were of a similar sheer golden mesh that the chamber's curtains were, the woman showcasing a perfectly maintained curvaceous figure with round breasts and a well filled out behind, and the male follower a strongly built body of muscles and power much like the god kneeing in the center of the room.

Still, the young drake couldn't believe her eyes, that she would be Tarkthys's sacrifice much less seeing him in person. She supposed she could have just stopped by the temple, he doesn't interact with you unless there's a reason, but he never hid his existence. She almost wished her parents had been more religious, or that she wasn't lazy enough to only watch the streams of all the other offerings given during her lifetime. She had so much wonder in her eyes, so many questions, desires, things she wanted to know and do. Facing the transparently robed woman beside her, she had to ask.

"H-How many are going in his... uh, his...''

"Penis? God cock? Holy hose? Sacred schlong?'' The beautiful servant responded with a bit of a hearty teasing tone, the buff male interjecting as they traded off amusing phrases.

Kalra had to wave her hands with some shocked bemusement. "Y-Yeah. His dick. Can you guys even say that stuff? Won't you get like, smited or something?''

Both laughed as another person the staircase stepped forward into the waiting cockhole, the schlick of their body sliding down the immense urethra barely audible from where the trio stood off at the side. Blushing and trying to not rub her knees together, the forest-toned girl stared at the falling bulge until they landed in the huge sack. And upon closer inspection, even from this distance she could see the round orbs squirming, a slight fog of heat dissipating off the leathery skin slick with sweat.

The two attendants laughed at both her previous question and the obvious sign of a well-chosen sacrifice. "There's twenty in this batch, from all over. Even some foreign disciples here. Used to be only one or two per ritual, but our population keeps growing exponentially. And no, he doesn't smite you. Well, he does smite sinners by cramming them that juicy butt of his, but his ideas of sin is a lot more than dirty jokes. They're pretty much your basic laws, don't kill people, don't steal, they got kinda merged with the federal laws to enable him to carry out punishments with state blessing. You should know the teachings, right? They still had sermons in kindergarten when I was a kid, most of his stuff is about bettering yourself and the world around you.''

Kalra could only blankly nod as she stared intently at the balls she would soon be inside of. Noticing this, the two immodestly-robed drakes leaned in close to her. "Ah. See something you like?'' Another idle nod, Kalra unable to say if she was drooling or not. "There's a reason we worship his form, you know. Beyond benevolent guidance, ages of protection, bountiful resources, upheld order. He's also just fuckin' sexy.''

As the man spoke, the lecherous eyed woman got close to the offering's ear. "Would you like to touch his glorious holiness?''

Eyes somehow getting even wider, Kalra turned to the woman. "Can I?''

"Mhm. And not just any part of him, but those fat balls he has. He doesn't mind offerings getting a little tour, or a hands on moment with their deity. Only fair you get to worship the nuts you're about to be churned alive inside of.''

"Yesyesyesyes-" Spoke the verdant drake girl, body vibrating as she voiced her excitement.

Both disciples took her hands then, leading them toward the master of the city and protector of the life within it, currently having people walk right up to his multi-story cock and slide down it. As she approached the gilded magnificence of the rich scaled dragon shone, a dim glow emanating from the powerful being and warming her as she got near. But while the immaculate form of the god was a point of wonder, the young drake was fixated on those balls plopped onto the massive cushion he was upon, the swells taking up the entire space between his knees as he knelt in stoic silence.

She grew near and she grew needy, the warmth radiating into her seemingly stirring a heat, the girl finding nothing in the world mattered but those gigantic balls and what she could do for them. She would already be feeding them, but they drew her ever closer with their perfect shape and texture, begging for her worship. As she neared, their smell grew gradually, but upon stepping over the point that brought her but a few feet away, the girl nearly melted from the wave of musk slamming down her nostrils.

Held up in the moment it took to get control of her legs back, the heavy potent scent of sweaty nutsack filled her being, washing into the open air much like the warmth the god emitted. Though her mind began shorting out from the flooding of pheromones and chemicals in her brain, she was able to watch those amazing jewels with more detail than ever imagined when she was across the room.

They squirmed, not the entire shape themselves, but the bulges and protrusions pushing out on the sack. Every once and awhile a hefty clench would tighten that loose, slick skin, bringing higher definition to the shapes of limbs and bodies, the outlines pushing out often hands or faces. Then they were lost again, the orbs returning to their smooth form with those minute bumps as they steadily pulsed. The entire set steamed gently, no small amount of heat she felt radiating from those jewels of a god, evidence of their working joining with the dull noise of sizzling and gurgling coming from inside them. And of course, the screams of pain and indeterminate pleadings, with the periodic clenches occasionally bringing crunching noises.

Though she was frozen in wonder, Kalra was led forward by the attendants, closer and closer to the sweaty skin roiling and churning so many people already. Until finally she was nearly face to face, literally a finger's worth of distance between her and sweaty nut as a muzzle shouting muffled cries pushed out the skin around where she was looking. Her body was going haywire from so many signals crossing, lust and servitude, the spiritual connection to her lord and the overpowering musk he filled her lungs with. All of them good, looping and frying her brain for any thought more than carnal desire and soulful awe. She reached a hand out, palm hovering over the steaming skin of balls taller than she was.

With a little push, she pressed her hand to the hot, leathery surface of his testicle. That was all she needed, able to feel everything. The heat, the sweat, the perfect texture of him, and the roiling digestion happening inside. All the tension in her body melted as she accepted her place to be right behind that wall of skin, reaching an enlightenment of her duty from one simple touch. Either from some high-level magic, or the girl simply not realizing how much of an affect her ancestral deity could have on her. But she was in love and devoted at first touch. She was really kicking herself for not being more involved with the temple.

After a moment of simply feeling everything that immense ball had to offer, the disciples beside her gently tugged her back. "We'd love for you to stay and join us for worship, but if we don't get you oiled and ready, you're gonna be late for your appointment with his cock.'' Pulling her back to a small station with a table full of bowls of viscous, clear fluid, the woman began filling a small cup with it. "If you'll just keep still a moment, we'll get you slicked up and perform the rites. Then take your celebration photos before you get in line for good.''

The two followers worked around the weak-kneed and musk-drunk girl, the woman pouring the oil filled vessel over the green scaled teen's body as the man began rubbing it sensually into her hide. Big fingers moved with a practiced delicacy, coating and swiping, but also trailing tingly claws and gently teasing where he touched. Her breasts were the most obvious example, and were the first area the woman poured, the round swells gaining a sexy sheen as Kalra stiffened and gave little gasps as the large man kneaded the polish into her bosom. Otherwise they worked from top to bottom, smearing her shoulders and arms, then spreading down her back doubling as a massage that only made her swoon more.

She wasn't sure how she was still standing on her quivering legs when the male disciple's strong hands clasped her hips, moving to glide his slick palms over her asscheeks. She felt her tail raise instinctively, body craving a breeding, and he only teased her more by using his meaty cock to push the oil between her thick globes. As he worked and made sure every second of lecherous touching was sensual and overpowering to the girl, he gently rocked his length through her round buttocks. He knew exactly what he was doing, hotdogging a girl that wanted nothing more to bend over and get stuffed. But he whispered in a flushed ear, "Sorry babe, fucking would put us behind schedule. This is the best I can do.''

It was torture, the near-penetration, the man's oiled tip reaching her coated pucker and pushing against it only to slip and slide away for another pump through those heavenly glutes. Lost to her lust, Kalra barely noticed the woman kneeling down to coat her legs, spreading the oil to her feet and lifting them to apply it even to her soles. Every inch of her was covered. "Watch your step from here on out, oh honored sacrifice~ Marble can be slippery when doused in lube.'' When the whole thing was done, they peeled their barely covered bodies away from the nude teen, leaving her panting with desire and twitching with need, heat blooming under flushed scales.

Kalra's forest green body had been given a new glistening coat of body oil, giving her scaled skin a perfect sheen of sexiness from head to toe. As the girl looked down to see her reflection in the well-polished marble floor, her own approval of the oil came from a little wiggle of her hips and a gentle coo of arousal. Before she could do much, the two attendants circled around her, holding hands and dancing in a ring while speaking things in an old language. Their sheer silky robes fluttered around, and their own faces showed an influx of physical passion as Kalra felt the warmth of Tarkthys surround her once more.

Then it stopped, no flashy lights, no glowing symbols, just Kalra and her ever increasing horniness. Stepping back once more, the woman spoke to the lust-frazzled drake. "You are fully linked and labeled, your soul is bound to Tarkthys's domain.'' Reaching out to take Kalra's hands, the pair began leading her through the sizable space once more. This time to the final destination of that ornate staircase leading right up to that immense dragon-cock flare. There were still a few people left in the queue, each shiny and dazed much like Kalra was. And she got plopped right at the end, standing on the first stair.

"Say cheese!'' The woman disciple said, before a flash came from the professional camera set up on a tripod beside them. "Oh, that was a good candid shot, but how about a pose? Here, hold up those shiny tits of yours and put one foot on the floor. Get some elevation in your composition.'' Happily and obediently following through, the young dragoness smiled as another flash came. "Absolutely perfect~ You're a gorgeous sacrifice. We'll get these sent off to your school for the yearbook and give some physical copies to your parents.''

"Thank you.'' Was all Kalra really could say between the joy and lust coursing through her, with no shortage of excited butterflies infecting her stomach as she took in the fact she was finally on those stairs. It was as if she finally reached a clarity with her surroundings, senses sharpening as the wait for her turn dragged on. She saw every detail in the people ahead of her, every glimmer and shine in their own oiled bodies. All of them looked about as young as her, one she even recognized from her class. But sight was just one part, the other was the sound. As if the room went silent but for Tarkthys's balls working, churning with deep gluts and grumbles, with the faint shouting and wailing under it. She couldn't see the oversized sack, only the edges coming out from behind the stairs blocking her view, but she knew there were still struggling bodies visibly moving within it.

And she couldn't wait to be one of them. Hearing the slurps as another person slid down that snug urethra, Kalra took the cluster of steps up to her demise as the line progressed. She could smell the God-Dragon's sweat from here, those balls steaming up their sweat as a perfume for the offerings. Delectable, and it only kept her horny for every step of her patience. Until finally, she crested those top few stairs, the round flare matching the size of her bed staring at her with the cumhole set right in the middle and a little down. She knew she had to wait, unsure how, but it was just  knowledge she had that the verdant drake waited until the last person was safely getting melted in his balls for a little bit.

She stared at that blunt cockhead, wanting to just kneel down and stretch her arms around the nubbed tip and stuff her face into the pulsing hole waiting for her. But she remained where she was, huffing and weak, but resolute in her duty. The oiled drake stood with need and purpose for what felt like an hour, just listening to those balls churn the others in the distance, the aura of exertion wafting up to her. Until finally, it happened.

Tarkthys reached down to place one massive finger on her back. Something she could barely believe, having seen the mythical dragon stay completely still with every other person. Was she special, or was it an illusion? Or more likely, was this a result of their soul binding? Pointless questions with answers she didn't need, all Kalra needed was her lord to shove her down his cock. He didn't do it per se, but he encouraged it, nudging her with the massive claw as she took a step forward to the fleshy hole. Leaning against the wide surface of his flare, she approached his cumslit and got ready with every ounce of delightful grace she could spare.

Elated just from the holy touch upon her form, she happily prodded the pulsing pit with a toe, feeling the slick passage spread and dilate from her poking. Looking up once more, the rest of Tarkthys remained stoic, only the singular arm reaching out to signal her. Blowing a kiss up at the massive gilded god, Kalra dropped to her plush bottom as one would prep to go down a waterslide, bringing her slender and oiled legs together to place her feet against the ravenous urethra. Easily pushing through with the hole's slight gape, she watched her legs vanish into his perfect cock, using her arms to lift her hips up and slide forward.

It was divine, the tight embrace of his warm tunnel, the pounding heartbeat surrounding her lower portion as she threw her head back and moaned as her shapely hips spread his slit open around them. An embrace as potent as the first time she slept in the tender post-coitus bliss between her parents on her birthday earlier this year, an enveloping touch as warm as the love that nurtured her through this wonderful life. It even surprised her to a fair degree that sliding down this grandiose shaft was pure bliss, an untold satisfaction filling her as she was tensely squeezed and tugged deeper into the snug tunnel.

As her hips crested through with a heavy throb bouncing the dick on its pedestal a bit, the green scaled teen was lost to half-lidded haze, mouth slack as she faintly moaned with every deep huff. Looking up at the towering form of her god, seeing the stoic masculine face before tilting her heavy-feeling head down to see the ravenous urethra working her inside. The girl's oiled, pert breasts reached the rim of the cockhole, everything below her ribs surrounded by a tight cocoon of warm squishiness, made only more sensational by her scale's slick coating. Kalra made sure to tuck her arms in, sliding her flat palms between the working muscle and her body to ensure they were properly streamlined.

It had been a mere minute, but the process felt far longer to the teen, watching herself vanish into the godlike cock a delectably savored experience. Inches at a time, steady clenches that gripped her whole body that had made it past the entrance, a hug of an indescribable magnitude. She could remember it all right in the moment, seeing her feet slip inside, spreading the inviting urethra open. Then her knees were going past as her toes wiggled in the soft depths, before her hips momentarily clogged the way. And now her tits were sucked past, the contracting ring of muscle slowly rising over her collar, consuming her with minimal haste.

By the time the snug hole pulsed around her neck, she had to have been cumming, but the sensation was so explosively exquisite, she couldn't name the feeling. Face gone limp, voice incoherent, eyes rolled into her head as her tongue lolled limply in the open. A look of bliss that slowly descended into the greedy cock in a mere few clenches. Then nothing but a slightly gaped urethra, winking at the empty staircase. But those in the stands watching did not look away yet, for there was still the oblong shape of a girl bulging out the massive shaft's underside. Every flex budging the thick member yanked it lower, every contraction of the large urethra brought it closer to those churning balls.

The massive orbs remained sprawled out on their large cushion, the sweaty, leathery skin pulling taught with every clench that rocked through them, shapes and protrusions of the struggling occupants gaining clarity before vanishing to the usual loose wrinkled surface. Too overloaded by the trip, squirming around in the sleeping bag of her dreams, Kalra did nothing but cum again as she sank deeper into the depths of the gold dragon's cock. Even if she had been capable of cohesive thought, she wouldn't understand why there was so much screaming coming from that heavenly sack, surely everyone else was having as great a time as she was?

Her toes broke through, cresting out of the immaculate tunnel to a space of hot, stuffy air. Another lurch and her legs were bared, until enough of her was free that she slurped right down in one fell swoop. As if submerging into a room-sized hot-tub, Kalra was met with a moment of soothing heat. But it lasted only a moment, things thrashing in the `water' with her, fading shouts undercut by a deep and rumbly gurgle filling the space. The heat itself quickly became absolute, burning, searing. As the delayed excruciating pain of fire set into her scales, her limbs came to life. The pool she found herself in was thick and molten, suffocating in dank rancid air that stung her nostrils with every pained gasp.

Clamoring to stay afloat, to rise above the mire of sizzling liquid and half-digested bodies that crowded the surface of the horrid fluid in this pitch-black hell. Flailing aimlessly she shoved her hand against the slick walls, punching, kicking, sometimes swiping her limb past clumps of meat or jagged bone. The only change was when the world collapsed in upon itself, the space tightening and shrinking as the powerful walls closed in. The tiny space of open air vanished, the girl being fully submerged in the burning sea, the pain causing her to scream and let some into her mouth as her face was scalded.

The dull thud of meat and muscle surrounded her, powered by the low drum of a heartbeat as faint cracks and splorches came from the numerous remains getting compacted around her. She felt her own form grow strained as the space ran out, force being applied to all sides as the sickening bodies around her either broke apart or imparted the force they bore onto her. Awareness was fading, shock setting, nerves burning away. The pain was all consuming, Kalra unaware if the sharp snapping noise to her right was her own arm before the space expanded again, the sloshing mess spreading out once more.

Though the pocket of air returned, it was out of reach, the girl lost. Hurt and fading, it wasn't even air up there anyways, the green scaled teen sinking deep to the pit of gurgling, sizzling fluid. Her sight was gone, eyes burned away the second her head was submerged, but she had no telling with the absence of light within the churning space. But she pretended to close her eyes, and wished away the pain as everything grew distant.

-

Tarkthys's balls would continue to work for an hour, the shapes behind the sack no longer squirming or defined after a long and painful session of breaking down his fresh cockfood to a delighted audience that spanned the globe thanks to the internet. Their tightening clenches and roiling sounds continued, the musky steam they emitted seemingly filling the grand chamber as those in the stands began to recognize the god's masculine scent. Some watchers left, others remained, tears given as farewells were whispered to spirits long gone, while others celebrated their sacrifice with carnal acts for all to see. Some waved to the cameras sweeping around, the livestream getting a steady viewership of devout followers and simple vore lovers.

The immense dragon remained still, resting on his knees, broad chest straight and resolute, the entire being almost a statue. But soon there was motion, as all else stilled. When his balls fell silent, their radiating heat fading as their audible gurgling grew quiet, the magnificent deity's hands moved. As massive as every part of him, the large fingers looked right at home wrapping around his hefty member. Lifting it off both the stand and the stairway, the dragon's palms began to pump over the sleek flesh.

As the onlookers were treated to an oversized handjob, the gilded being only let his head lean back in a show of pleasure, deep rumbles echoing through the chamber as his masturbation grew fervent. Leading up with throbs and growls, the almighty dragon gave a powerful roar that almost shook the building as he came. The motion was primal, but practiced, measured and calculated. As the floor in front of his resting place dipped, forming a subtle basin that easily collected the jets of godly seed raining down upon it.

In line with his form, his gilded scales and resplendent aura, what poured from his cockhead was not ivory sperm, but pure molten gold, flowing into the inset basin to create a decently large pool of the metallic fluid. The shimmering element gently sloshed with every jet, ripples reflecting dull light. This was his gift to his people, converting their most promising to their equivalent value, and then some. This gold served as the foundation of the land's prosperity, the success of the people living here for generations, to this entire world.

It would remain in this basin for the multiple days it took to cool and disperse its laden magic, many people coming and going to wish upon it. Kalra's parents would stop by every day, both saddened with loss and filled with pride. Upon their last day visiting, the same two disciples that prepared the green drake for her sacrifice, presented an ornate box to them. After returning home, the parents would sit in the living room for hours to somberly appreciate the gilded skull now above their mantle, the final photo of the nude, oiled, smiling teen framed right beneath it.


//Optional reformation ending below










There was a darkness everywhere, a void of pitch emptiness surrounding her. Her? Who is `her'? Everything was a fog, the events leading to this place hazy if present at all, unsure what existence even was. Or if she even existed. Yet before there was much time to ponder this abyss, there was a face filling the space, a fierce and imposing draconic visage. Clarity set in, reality sharpened as details came clear. Tarkthys's eyes opened, shimmering bright silver pouring out as her form was illuminated, resting upon his expansive palm as the god dragon held her up to him in an endless space.

But she felt blurry, as the world gained shape, she did not, a distortion around herself. Again, before her fractured thoughts could contemplate this experience, a booming voice was heard though not spoken. The sound merely appearing in her perception despite the towering dragon's jaws never budging.

"WHO ARE YOU'' filled her sense, the words of thought conveyed beyond physical medium, spoken as a statement instead of a question.

Didn't change that she had no answer.

Instead, a new question came. "THEN WHO DO YOU WISH TO BE?''

A simple inquiry, yet it froze the entity that was once Kalra. Disparate thoughts ran amok, wants and desires cropping up amid confusion and uncertainty. But just as she was about to voice her wishes, other voices rang out around her. Voices that were not her own, numerous and different, calling for their own desires. As they grew loud and dissonant, some began to fade, tones melding when a similar wish was presented, calls and pleads grouping off, tuning into their own channels.

As the drowning chorus dwindled to select frequencies, voices mixing and melding until their number shrank, she was left with but a few murmurs. Indecisive, hesitant, too far in the unknown. So she started small. "I am a girl. This I know.'' As she spoke, the fact boomed, resounding into a bubble around her. And so some of the other whispers around her repeated the phrase, acknowledging the truth or adopting it as they wished, while one or two tones vanished. Soon her own blurry form became transparent, surrounded by the other faceless spirits whispering her declaration, their shapes stretching and twisting, never static.

Though she couldn't truly say she was in a mortal headspace, when prompted with a blank check of your ideal self, she felt it was okay to be a bit vain. "I am attractive, beautiful.'' She spoke unto this malleable void, looking down to see her loosely-defined body take up a more curvaceous outline amid the stuttering atoms. Some of the other indeterminate ghostly shapes adopted similar looks, though some took different approaches. Some apparitions remained mostly slim and petite, while others went far beyond even a generous size. These outliers slowly faded, splitting off for their own desires.

She continued to wish, to make her dreams reality, while others followed or left at their whim. Some of the swirling voices made their own declarations, to which she agreed and declined as she saw fit, her group being further refined. The shimmering entity that was Kalra could not pinpoint how many voices remained with her at the end of this astral negotiation, certainty a forgone concept in this realm. Which is why when there were no more demands, no more desires, they would leave to a place where their decision could be made concrete.

-

Days after the ritual, in the very same chamber that the gargantuan Tarkthys remained kneeling inside, the basin of matte gold cum rippled and splashed. Forms began to rise from the metal, six in total. As sharp visages ascended, shoulders emerging, the metallic fluid draining off their gilded bodies of immaculate scale, they looked around. Each was a resplendent golden dragon, elevated beyond mere drake, boasting wings and sharp spines that Tarkthys himself possessed, though lacking his immense size. Each was their ideal selves, a masculine form of intense body-building rose from the metallic pool, gold slowly falling off chiseled muscles while an exaggerated example of the highest reach of femininity in both shape and size sprung up behind him, before an androgynous being gasped and sputtered, joined by dragons of average stature and a step beyond.

In the back rose a gilded female dragon, taking her first new breath in a gorgeous naked body of pure traditional beauty. She looked upon her surroundings, remembering her time as Kalra here. But there were also memories of Jayce, Lin, Alexis, people and minds of a past life merged into their ideal vessel. Though her mind remembered different voices, she spoke with only one now. She smiled, letting her hands roam her fresh scales, running off sparse droplets of the pure gold over a new body, enjoying its feel and sensitivity, flushed with familiar heat. She locked eyes with the various other dragons having risen from the pristine pool, some remaining confused, while others seemed just as ready to try the new body out as she was.

Before any meaningful contact beyond some sultry eyes and curled fingers could be exchanged, the voice that had awakened her rang through their minds. "SIX EFFIGIES HAVE RISEN. THE BEST OF THE MORTAL KIN, ADJOINED IN PURPOSE AND DESIRE. PROMISING MINDS MELDED TO REACH HEIGHTS UNKNOWN, FLAWS AND STRENGTHS PATCHED TO FORM A GREATER BEING. YOU ARE WHO YOU WISH TO BE, AND ARE WITH THOSE WHO WISH TO BE YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN SMITHED INTO SOMETHING SUPERIOR, TO BRING PROSPERITY TO THIS WORLD, AND HAPPINESS TO YOURSELF.''

The god-dragon's eyes had been open during this rebirth, in the void and here, bright silver light basking the newly formed people. Now those heavy eyelids shut, the darkness returned to only what the candle-mimicking bulbs spaced through the wide chamber could suppress. Disciples of sheer silken robed beauty waited on the edges of the pool, their bodies honed and presented, though natural and mortal unlike the gilded demigods wading out of the fluid. Towels and garments were in their hands, papers and tablets. They smiled at the new creatures, experienced with life but a child to this existence.

As the group dried off and adorned themselves with whatever clothing they desired, one even choosing to skip clothes entirely, those attendants with documentation approached. "You are a brand new being. While you have decided upon your form and mind, now you must choose your identity.'' The forms presented had space for personal information, education and experience, a spot for any detail needed. "We will create new papers for you with the government, for citizenship and anything else. You will live among the people as any other, though you are far more gifted than one single being could be. For you all are the combination of the brightest there is.''

One attendant spoke up then, a lighthearted smile on their snout as she handed out papers. "I'm afraid gone are the days of just unleashing the effigies into a kingdom, letting them roam the world on their own adventures as whoever they wished, changing personas every hundred or so years. We try to keep your existence a well known secret. Can't have people think Tarkthys is trying to infiltrate governments and companies to take over the world.'' Some mild laughter rang out, but odd looks were common, only briefly being soothed by the next sentence.

"Don't worry, next stop is orientation. You guys have a long life ahead of you, and we're expecting big things to come from such great minds. You are the gift of intangible wealth the ritual creates, not the gold. Effigies pioneer industries, invent miracles, tackle problems seen as impossible. But do not feel the need to rush in making this world a better place, you are able to spend a few hundred years doing nothing but fucking.''

Another servant spoke as multiple golden brows raised, "Effigies inherit many aspects of Lord Tarkthys. The draconic form, the rich scales, the absence of aging... And his libido. Do not feel bad if you were never one to partake of the sexually free lifestyle his temple preaches, do not question unwanted feelings from your new body. It is natural, and beneficial, pleasure is a beautiful thing for a being to experience. To which, you are built not just to have the best experience in that department, but to spread it as well. Though you are expected to go off and solve the world's problems, don't feel bad taking some time to get used to this life. Go partying, fuck a city block, play video games for a week straight. There's no rush.''

The first disciple that spoke cut back in. "After all, you've got all of time to catch up. You live until you choose that your time is over. Now if you'll follow me to the cafeteria, we'll present the rest over some brunch we've prepared.''

-

She strutted out of the boarding area, a vibrantly painted claw swiping around on her phone. The prim dragoness looked right at home in the tight-fitted business clothes, modest yet attractive, allowing precious glimpses of her brilliant golden scales. This attraction was only made more apparent due to the clear lack of a bra she wore. After all, her first contribution to the world was proving they were unhealthy for women and starting a movement to ban them. Granted, it took a couple... decades or so, but it was worth it. Fashion certainly got a lot more towards her style recently, a nice benefit to reap while working on other things.

It had been too long since she returned home, busy securing deals, spreading her research, putting the medications into production globally. But her work was done, the goal reached, the world bettered. Time for a vacation before finding something new to focus on. Heels clacked over the airport's tiles, echoing in the large open space as her carry-on suitcase wheeled behind her. She traveled light, not needing many clothes, happy to wear less than what was optimal outside of formal situations. After all, with a body like hers, why hide it?

But in a rare moment, most of her carnal and libidinous side was put to the wayside. Breaking into a wide smile, she couldn't stop the slight extra rush put into her steps, the increased swaying of her tail. Ignoring every hunky guy and adorable girl she would happily drop her pen in front of, she made a bee-line for a mature pair of drakes, boasting red and green scales respectively. They held up a sign, wearing smiles of their own as she read her new name. "Luna'' was all that was written, and that was all that was needed.

Slamming into them with a big hug, she stood a head taller than her former parents, a heartwarming sight as they shared a quiet moment of simple embrace. The love she felt was still present, and only stronger than before, for there was more love than one person could muster being given to them. Breaking the tender touch, she looked down at them, seeing their age progress while she remained unchanged. A wistful smile was given, before shining bright. Now was not the time to think about such things, this was far too happy a time for that.

Instead, she followed them to their car, smalltalk made as they caught up. It was good to be home again. And the best part? This exact same moment of overwhelming joy would come again quite soon, as there were multiple families to greet upon reaching their destination.

 

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