[b][u][center]Unwittingly Summoned, Part 4 For TerxyC By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Nievuhn ran for as long as he could manage it, and he could credit his new body with one thing. It certainly had stamina that his previous one had not. The weasel would have collapsed within fifteen minutes of that break-neck pace. The dragon body continued running for nearly an hour before needing a break, and even then, it was barely more than a few minutes before it was capable of running again. [i]Is this how the rest of the party felt all the time?[/i] he wondered as he ran through the trees. [i]Did they just…have it that easy?[/i] It was hard to imagine anyone being able to keep up this sort of stamina for long, but his body managed it. He ran down the mountain and through the forest at the other end for as long as his legs would carry him, and he ended up putting more than fifteen miles between him and Teryx’s domain in surprisingly short order. When he came to a stop, his legs were shaking, his chest burning, but he didn’t feel like he was going to collapse. If anything, he felt that he could keep running if he really had to, but if he rested, he could keep going for even longer. [i]What kind of body did he give me? It’s…it’s insane…[/i] Shaking his head, Nievuhn turned to the river that ran through the woods. He knew from his run that it went all the way back to Teryx’s cave, and he was almost certain that the rain dragon could feel what went in and out of his water. If he was asleep, though… Nievuhn groaned. He knew that if he didn’t get something to drink, his new body’s stamina really wouldn’t mean much in the long term. He needed to take care of it, or it would eventually give out. [i]Here’s hoping that he’s still resting after all the denial he’s put me through…[/i] Shaking his head, the blue-scaled dragon knelt down at the edge of the water. He ran his fingers through it, bracing himself for a sudden roar in the back of his mind to signal that Teryx had found him… But there was nothing. [i]Okay, either he’s still sleeping, I’m out of range, or he’s being sneaky.[/i] He had a one in three chance of being captured, and a two in three chance of being safe. That was something. The former weasel took a deep breath before throwing himself into the water, letting the liquid embrace him. The current swept by at a fast pace, almost tearing him away from the bank right off the bat. He sunk his new toe claws into the mud under the water, holding tight to keep from being swept away, and as he went deeper, he used his finger-claws, too, pulling himself along the riverbed. There was something to this new body that was beyond simple explanation. There were new instincts, new ideas that were running through his head. He couldn’t quite breathe beneath the water, but like the new stamina, he seemed to have a better set of lungs for holding his breath. He could probably stay under, looking for fishes, for as long as he needed to. More than that, he could feel his mind expanding little by little, new ideas coming to him about how he could expand the list of spells he knew with a little experimentation. The power of the dragon was still with him, even if the mind wasn’t pressing down on his thoughts. Teryx’s consciousness had left the spell knowledge behind, and access to that excessive amount of mana. The possibility of experimenting was right there, but he held back from it. He knew that it was likely that the use of that power would wake the dragon, and then all of his sneaking would have been useless. [i]But…remember that…remember these ideas…[/i] The former weasel blushed as he pushed the ideas into the back of his head. He hadn’t expected this to be the catalyst that pushed him to be a better mage, but if it worked… He swam through the water for nearly ten minutes before having to go back to the surface for air, and even then, he was being careful. For all he knew, he might have been able to stay down there for another ten, or even longer. There was no real stress to his lungs, but he didn’t know if the feeling of drowning would be the same in this body as it was when he was a weasel. It could be that dragons knew how to tell they were in danger in a different way. But still, ten minutes without needing to surface. That would have been impossible, even for his former party. [i]I’ll have to experiment more…this…this is amazing.[/i] Despite himself, he was starting to like his new body. Oh, he still wanted his old one back, and he fully believed that Teryx had taken it away from him, but the capabilities that this one offered were astounding. Running non-stop for hours, being able to push himself to swim deeper, faster, and for longer without any breaks or aid from someone else? It was something that was worth keeping… If it didn’t have such a price tag attached to it. The former weasel shook his head, spearing a few fish on his new claws before swimming back to the shore. Despite his best efforts, he had been washed downstream by a few hundred feet, but that was better than most swimmers would have been able to manage. He was pretty sure that even an otter couldn’t have swum upstream against this. Hell, he would have put money against river dolphins managing that sort of thing. Sitting in the mud, he pushed himself as far from the water as he dared as he held the fish in hand. They were…raw…but he didn’t think there was much he could do about that. He just hoped that his body could handle raw meat, since he couldn’t think of any way to cook it that wouldn’t slow him down. From the first bite, he knew that his new body would be able to handle the raw meat. He tried to think of it as the sushi that was prepared in the strange foreign parts of the city back at home, but it was hard to do that when he was eating around bone and feeling the crunch of scales against the inside of his mouth. The tension of the fish meat was not quite the same as that, either, but it was…close. And at least it was fresher. Nievuhn forced himself to keep eating, finishing as much of each fish as he could to sustain himself, and then tossed them off into the bushes. He knelt down, forcing some water down his throat to wash it all down, and then sat upright once more, taking a few deep breaths to wash what he’d just done away. He was acting more like an animal than usual, and he knew that. He also knew that he needed to keep moving, but that was the harder part to accept. [i]Mmmph…[/i] And it wasn’t his stomach, or his legs, or anything else like that which kept him down. Instead, it was something that was poking out from between his legs. Nievuhn looked down between his thighs, glaring at the erection that continued to trouble him. For a time, it had gone down during his frantic run from the cave, but it was already back, already begging him for attention, already pushing him for the stroking that he had given it before. He knew that was part of Teryx’s doing, that the feral dragon had left him with a libido that would not stop. And he knew that to grab it now, to give in to those urges, would only leave him with more frustration. That glyph at the base of his cock keeping him from getting off hadn’t faded in the slightest, and he had no doubt that he would run into the same wall of frustration that he had before. There was no getting away from the dragon’s reach, it seemed. Not completely. Grumbling, Nievuhn reached down, rubbing along his balls, feeling how heavy they had become. They were round and swollen, and they felt like they were big enough to keep his legs pushed apart if he wasn’t careful. He shivered as he ran his fingers around them, trying to give them a gentle nudge to keep them from being squished, but he could feel the weight in there, too. [i]Did he put a spell of virility on me or something?[/i] He didn’t know if such a thing existed, but he was putting nothing out of the dragon’s capability at this point. He didn’t know what Teryx could do, but there had been too many impossibilities lately for him to assume that something long thought impossible simply was. If that was the case… [i]I’m going to be swollen as hell by the time I reach the city.[/i] That was his goal, after all. Keep moving, keep running. If he could get out of reach of the dragon’s spell, if he could hit the limits of the range, then there was a chance that he might be able to find a way to reverse it. If nothing else, it would keep Teryx from having a vessel to hold his consciousness, and deny the dragon a small victory in whatever his plans were for the world. And if nothing else, it would give him the freedom to keep living his life the way that he wanted instead of the way that the dragon did. There were many goods for him back at the guildhouse in the city. He had many different potion reagents there, many different bits of equipment that he hadn’t bothered to bring along for this adventure. If he could just get there… [i]That’s going to be the hard part…[/i] Nievuhn looked down at himself. Any sort of scaly creature was looked at with suspicion, both in the city and out of it. There were those that were kinder, those that looked with an air of charity, but they weren’t the ones that were calling the shots. [i]If I just walk up to the gates…[/i] He’d be lucky to be chased off. More likely, they’d assume he was some bandit, some raider, or even some tribal that carried disease or pestilence to the city. They’d shoot him with arrows and spells, harry him until he either ran off or died. It’d stop Teryx from having his vessel, of course, but it didn’t exactly give him what he wanted. Not much in the way of revenge if you died getting it. Shaking his head, he got to his feet. There was little point in worrying about how he was going to get into the city now. At this point, he needed to get the hell out of here, hope that Teryx didn’t find him, and if he got the city walls, then he would decide what to do. That would be the best course of action. Thus decided, the blue dragon turned – And froze. Standing just on the other side of the river was a weasel, a weasel wearing his robes and his face. Nievuhn’s eyes felt like they were going to bug right out of his head, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Impossible,” he muttered. “Impossible,” the weasel muttered in his voice. In his exact voice. This had to be a doppelganger, he thought. Or some sort of spell, or a hallucination, even. There was no way that he was seeing himself. What did that mean? What did that mean now that he didn’t have a body of his own? When his shape had been twisted to this dragon, had there been someone else that walked away? Was there a copy of him wandering the world? Or had Teryx transplanted his body into some sort of watery creation? The sudden mysteries were driving him up the wall, both terrifying him and intriguing him. And perhaps more oddly of all, the weasel on the other side of the river hadn’t run away yet. That, more than anything else, decided something for him. However much the weasel looked like him… It wasn’t him. He would have run. He would have gone for help. He would have done [i]something,[/i] not just stopped and stared at something that was obviously as creepy-looking as he was. But as he looked over the other male, as he stared at his own self, he felt something else happening. Nievuhn groaned as his cock started to throb, his needy shaft starting to bounce up and down at his crotch, desperately wanting to feel the sensation of a tongue or a warm hole wrapped around him. [i]That…that’s not…[/i] He was a bottom. He had always been interested in being a bottom, particularly with men that were big and well-endowed. But this…this was a very different need. A very different hunger that was building up between his legs. He was panting already, shivering as he felt the urge to just pounce on that weasel and fuck him. Fuck him hard, fill him from both ends, use him like he had never used anyone before. The urge pushed him to take one step, and then another. He felt the water of the stream pulling around his ankle, even as the weasel continued staring at him. And then… [i]Fuck…fuck…FUCK![/i] Nievuhn broke into a charge, swimming across the river faster than he had any right to, almost as if he was propelled by some foreign power. The weasel turned to run, robe flaring up and behind, exposing an ass that was just begging for someone to rut it. [i]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck[/i] He was unable to think of anything else, his cock feeling like it had taken full control of his thought process. He was swimming, then he was running, his dick swaying back and forth like a horseman’s lance that had gone completely out of control. Huffing and puffing, he held his arms out like some hungry man out of his mind, just staring at that weasel’s rump, imagining it wrapped around his cock. The hunger to cum was undeniable. It had seized him, taking full control of his mind, pushing him to think of the impossible, the wrong, the naughty. He was going to fuck this weasel. He was going to fuck himself. With one more grunt, he leaped from the muddy banks of the river and tackled the other male to the ground. The weasel went down hard, and Nievuhn flipped him over, growling under his breath as he stood up. He pulled the weasel to his knees, keeping him down, and slapped him across the face with his cock. “Suck,” was all he could say. His vocabulary seemed to have disappeared. “Mmmph…” “SUCK!” As soon as the copy opened its mouth, he slammed his shaft right down the weasel’s throat. Despite the soft gag, he grabbed hold of the back of the smaller male’s head and started going to town, hammering his shaft forward, sawing it into the back of the other guy’s throat. In and out, in and out, already going balls deep and enjoying every last second of it. He growled in the back of his throat, leaning his head back as he shoved the slut’s face down onto his cock and all the way down to his crotch. Every time he felt that little ‘kiss’ of the lips to his groin, he moaned. Every time he felt that clench of a throat on his shaft, he gasped in pleasure. More. He needed so much more. The dragon started humping the weasel’s face all the harder, matching his pulls and tugs of the small guy’s head with thrusts of his own. In and out, in and out, in and out. He wanted to fuck it. Wanted to use it. Wanted to see it drooling and gasping and panting for his dick. In and out, in and out, his balls slapping against the weasel’s chin, leaving an imprint, filling the air with his rutting, musky scent. In and out, in and out, thrusting away, feeling the clamps on his cock, hearing the gluks of need. He thrust away, using that weasel’s throat until there was barely any pressure or tension against him. Nievuhn pulled out, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and need, and the weasel gasped. They were connected by long lines of spit, his dick throbbing and bouncing, oozing pre for the first time since his transformation, dripping properly rather than just feeling like another dry orgasm that was slowly building up. “You want it?” The weasel panted, looking up through bleary eyes, but there was no denying that he was enjoying it. That prick, that bulge, that needy little thing that was standing out beneath the weasel’s robe made it clear enough. “You want it?!” he shouted. “Yes!” He slammed it back in, force-feeding his cock to the weasel, feeling a more eager tongue this time and eager swallows to force it down the other guy’s throat. He moaned as his cock was worshiped, swearing that he was growing, getting bigger, getting more and more masculine. His arms suddenly swelled, feeling a warm, wet heat going through them. Though it wasn’t enough to snap him out of his needy trance, Nievuhn looked to his sides. His arms had grown, he realized. The muscles under the scales had just pumped up, growing stronger, thicker, almost like they had been inflated by his need to fuck this little slut. He moaned under his breath, feeling the same warmth spreading through his core, through his thighs, and then – “MMMPH!” The weasel groaned under him, trying to pull back, whimpering, and Nievuhn allowed it. As his cock popped free, his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. He held it at the base, staring at the massive shaft. It had to be bigger than a horse’s, an anthro horse’s, at the very least. It was huge, throbbing, dripping with cock slime and oozing with his powerful musk. He groaned as he took a sniff of it himself, almost rolling his head back from the sheer power of the pheromones that he was putting off. He had grown. He had grown much, much bigger down there, and he honestly didn’t know how. Nor, he supposed, did he entirely care. The fact was, he had a massive, monster cock now, and it was big enough to fuck this weasel, hard enough to give it all the dick that it needed. It. The weasel. Was the weasel an it? It felt like it. Slut. Sluts were its. The dragon growled, forcing his copy down on its hands and knees, forcing that robe up so that he could stare at that ass properly. It was good and ready for a fucking in his eyes, swollen and bouncy, just the way that his had been beneath his robe. [i]Never did exercise enough. Needs to be harder, but that bounce might just keep him from limping later,[/i] he thought with an amused chuckle. He slapped his cock between the cheeks, letting it rest there. It was big enough that it went a fair way up the weasel’s tail, probably big enough that it might just tickle the bottom of the little guy’s lungs when he was all the way inside. He hoped so. He wanted to see his copy squirm. With a grunt, he lowered his dick to that pucker, feeling it twitch against his cock. The weasel was saying something, muttering something, but it didn’t come through. He swore that there was some hint of pressure on the back of his brain, something getting nudged. Teryx? Maybe. It didn’t matter at this point. He pressed his cockhead to the swollen, twitching pucker, feeling it trying to pull away from him. He growled, keeping the slut right where he was, not letting him move more than an inch in any direction. He was going to stay there. He was going to get fucked. Nievuhn pushed against that pucker, feeling it resist him. Keeping up that pressure, holding it on, he felt it bend. He pulled back, pushed again, pulled back again. Each nudge seemed to bend that hole, make it want him that much more. Was there corruption passing between him and the weasel? Was there something else happening? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed that ass. No, he needed to cum. And that ass would help him do it. With a final grunt, he thrust forward, and that hole bent and broke for him. “AHHHHHHH!” The weasel’s scream was a mix of pleasure and pain, and the bit of pleasure was all he needed to be vindicated in his choice. He was going to rut that hole, and the weasel, on some level, wanted it. He slammed in again, pushing his cock in further, feeling those tight inner walls bending before his cock. They were slowly loosening around his massive shaft, coming to be shaped by him. He growled under his breath, leaning forward, gripping the weasel by the shoulders as they were chest to back, the little guy’s tail pushed off to the side to give him room. In and out, in and out, always pushing a bit more of his cock in with each successive thrust. He was eight inches in, then ten, then twelve. And he still had more to go. The weasel was whimpering, gasping, shivering beneath him, and the dragon didn’t care. He was getting what he deserved. Getting what he needed. He wasn’t going to slow down. In and out, in and out, all that spit lube coming into good purpose now. He was fucking that hole slowly, getting it open, spreading it wide. He could feel it, feel it molding itself to his dick, molding itself to a dragon’s cock size. In and out, in and out, sawing it forward until the whole thing was finally hilted. Over fifteen inches. Maybe even eighteen. A foot and a half? That was…that was… That was more than the dragon could think about. All that mattered was rutting, and that was what he was going to do. In and out, in and out, in and out. Each thrust broke the weasel in that much more, bent his ass to his serve that much better. He was fucking him, filling him. Those inner walls were nearly defeated, their tightness fading by the second. The only thing that kept him tight was their sheer size difference, with Nievuhn towering almost a foot over his former self, if not further. In and out, in and out, the hard clap of his hips with those ass cheeks echoing over the bubbling of the river behind them. That pressure in his brain made it hard to think of anything but the pleasure, hard to think of anything but the need to fuck that hole, to break it, to use it, to utterly destroy it the way that dragons did to everything. In and out, in and out, in and out. The world seemed to fade away, and his pleasure was slowly rising. He could feel it, a real orgasm that was bubbling away just at the edge of consciousness. It was coming. He was finally going to have release. Nievuhn moaned, wrapping his arms around the weasel, keeping him pinned in place, using him good and hard. His cock never pulled more than halfway out, his thick shaft pulling that hole out a bit with him on every thrust, the rim clinging to him hard. In and out, in and out he went, his balls smacking off that ass every time. He could feel the weasel shaking beneath him, could hear the little whimpers that meant the little guy’s orgasm was coming. Not before his, though. Not before him. With three more thrusts, the dragon threw back his head and roared. The pleasure rippled through him, cutting through his mind, finally unblocking his balls. Nievuhn moaned through the roar, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he felt all that pressure, all that need come rushing up through his cock. It almost seemed to echo in his head, bouncing around, ping-ponging off his mind and then the pressure at the back, then back off of him, and then back there, their pleasure building off of one another and then getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger. The former weasel fucked the current weasel through his orgasm, not bothering to stop, pumping more and more seed into that oh so fuckable ass. He could feel it clenching down around him, begging for more cum, pushing him to fill it all the more. And he was happy to do that. Very, very happy to do that. # Eventually, he collapsed, and when he woke up, there was no weasel in sight. He must have run off, wiggling out from under the dragon after they were done fucking. Nievuhn groaned, slowly rolling over and lying on his back, looking up at the heavens. Time had passed since he had done that. Too much time. The sun had gone at least three hours past where it had been, and he was… Well, he reeked of cum, and he needed to wash it off. He rolled his way into the river, letting it carry him down as it washed him off. It felt good to be soothed by it, to be carried along by his own element, even if it was something of a risk that Teryx might find him in it. [i]God…what was…what was that…[/i] Not just the copy of himself, though that had been strange enough. No, he was talking about that…that urge. [i]I’ve never, ever felt that horny before.[/i] And thinking about it now, thinking about how he had lost all control and just needed to rut, to fuck, to fill someone with as much cum as he possibly could…It was more than a little scary, he had to admit. The way that he’d treated that copy of him had verged on full-on rape. What if he had done that in the city? What if he’d done it to someone that he actually knew? What if he did it to one of his old friends? It was a sobering thought, and not one that he wanted to linger on for very long if he had the choice. The dragon shook his head, kicking his legs and pushing himself back towards the riverbank. He clawed his way back out of the water and turned to look upstream. The mountain was another mile away now. That put him at sixteen miles from his captor, and he still, apparently, wasn’t entirely out of range. His theory that it could be outrun was feeling less and less likely, but the need to get back to the guildhouse still compelled him to keep moving. If nothing else, he could get his supplies and make sure that he could live off the land. Maybe he could even find a way to build up his strength, experiment with his abilities, and find a way to get back to Teryx and force the dragon to give him his body back. He snorted. Yeah, and maybe he’d encounter some flying pigs on the way back. There was no way that he would ever have the power to confront a real dragon, not after seeing the sort of power that Teryx had. The most he might do was hold out, maybe blackmail the dragon with giving away information about his hoard, about what sort of dragon he really was, and start up a whole hunt for the rain dragon’s treasures. Then again, that blackmail could just as easily blow up in his face. Just like everything else had. Shaking his head, he brushed the water off himself and got back to running. He’d figure it out later. For now, it was time to put more distance between himself and the mountain. If he was lucky, he might find himself in sight of his destination by nightfall. # He was lucky, and he wasn’t happy about it. Stationed outside the city were a good hundred men on horseback, all of them guarding various towers that were under construction. From the looks of things, they were temporary, but they were definitely more than just simple watchtowers. [i]The others must have gotten back and warned the city about the dragon,[/i] he thought. [i]They’re putting up defenses in case he comes out this way…[/i] Not a bad idea, in the grand scheme of things, save for the fact that it meant that they’d be more on alert for anyone with scales than ever before. They’d probably see him and chase him off without giving him the chance to speak, let alone make any sort of arguments as to why he should be allowed into the city. And it wasn’t like he could send a message to the guildhouse to ask the others to speak for him. There were other ways into the walled city behind the guard towers, of course. That was a given. Every city had more ways in and out than could be properly guarded, it was just a matter of how willing you were to take those routes. The thing was, he really didn’t want to do the easiest ones. Sewers were…unpleasant, even for someone with water magic. There was only so much you could do to dilute the whole thing… He shivered, shaking his head at the thought alone. He briefly considered disguising himself and trying the gate anyway, but he put that out of his head. Even if he could blend in with the crowd, there were enough guards down there that he knew there was no way that he was going to get through without being questioned, and the minute someone flicked his hood off… Well, there went any chance of getting this done peacefully. [i]I’m going to have to get creative here…[/i] The dragon crawled back down the hill he’d been peering over. There were a hundred of them past the forest that led up to the dragon’s cave, forming a sort of no-mans-land between the civilized part of the world and the dragon and monsters that lived beyond them. It was a safe place, for now, but it wasn’t enough to get him what he needed. Nievuhn slid down until he was out of sight, and then sat down with his legs crossed and his hands held up-turned on his knees. He closed his eyes, and let himself drift into meditation. The meditation of the Attuned was dependent on their element. He knew of fire Attuned that let their thoughts be consumed by fire, melting down their thoughts until the pure solution that they needed emerged. He knew that there were wind Attuned that allowed the wind to blow away what wasn’t needed. But water was something different. He let himself drift on his thoughts as if they were a series of waves on the beach, letting them ripple and float around him. The information was all there; he merely needed to let himself be aware of it. As the former weasel drifted on his memories and thoughts, old bits of information came to him, little bits and pieces about the city. The height of the walls, the paths that led to and from it, the delivery system of pulleys along the side… And the lake that fed it. Nievuhn remembered the lake, the body of water just on the other side that had underground passages that drained into the city, allowing for a constant draw of water that didn’t require them to tap into rain or rivers. It was a long and dangerous swim, and there was nobody in the city that could make it from the outside to the inside. But there was a possibility that his dragon body could just about handle it. Of course, getting back out would be its own sort of problem, but he would have to handle that when he came to it. The point was, he had a way into the city, and at least if he got caught inside, he would be running away from the guards rather than running at them. And he was pretty sure that none of them could outrun him. [i]I guess that’s our way in…[/i] He shook his head. [i]Who would have thought that this body was going to turn out to be so useful?[/i] He pulled himself out of the meditative pose and stood up, making his way down to the bottom of the hills and following them to the east. There was a lot of ground to cover, and he’d need most of the night to actually get to the lake if he wanted to avoid being seen. [i]Guess it’s time to become nocturnal.[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]