When Lightning Hits


"Alright, bud," Hiccup shouted over the storm's crescendo, "but you're the one who's going to have to explain to Astrid and the others why we're both soaked to the bone again."

Toothless let out an eager chirp, his tail swishing back and forth like a whip. Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle. He had grown so used to the dragon's peculiar fascination with thunderstorms since that fateful day when they had discovered his ability to harness lightning. It had become a bit of a spectacle on Berk, the sight of the two friends soaring through tempests, a dazzling display of nature's power and their own unshakable bond.
They took off from the dragon's edge outpost, the wind buffeting them as they climbed higher into the turbulent skies. The storm was closer now, the scent of electricity sharp in Hiccup's nose, mingling with the briny tang of the sea. Toothless's wings beat a steady rhythm, slicing through the rain as if it were mere mist.

The storm outside was a furious dance of light and sound, a true force of nature's might. Thunder crashed like the beating of a giant's war drums, echoing through the valleys and across the ocean, while the lightning painted vivid streaks of electric blue and white against the inky blackness of the sky. The rain fell in sheets, pummeling the earth with a rhythm that was both soothing and invigorating. Yet, along this chaotic beauty, Toothless, the nightfury, seemed to be the only creature not cowed by the tempest.
His eyes, typically a glowing emerald in the night, now reflected the erratic flashes of lightning, flickering with excitement and longing. His scales, which usually lay flat and sleek, now stood slightly on end, as if eager to feel the sting of the raindrops and the caress of the wind. His tail swished back and forth, the tip occasionally knocking over pots and pans with a clatter that was lost in the cacophony of the storm. Each boom of thunder was met with a whine from Toothless, his breath steaming in the cool, damp air of the dragon's lair.

The dragon's rider, Hiccup, watched with a mix of amusement and concern. He knew Toothless well enough to understand that this restlessness was not fear but rather a wild, untamed curiosity. Toothless was born of the storms, a creature of the skies, and it was clear that he felt a kinship with the tumultuous elements raging outside. Hiccup's eyes narrowed as he squinted against the horizon, the setting sun casting a fiery glow on the distant thunderheads that had begun to amass in the middle of the ocean. "Toothless," he murmured to his loyal dragon companion, "I've never seen a storm brew up like that so far from land." The great black dragon tilted his head curiously, sensing the urgency in Hiccup's voice.

With a nod to his dragon, Hiccup took off on Toothless' back, the wind whipping through their hair as they soared towards the unusual spectacle. As they drew closer, the roar of thunder grew louder and the flashes of lightning more frequent. The sea churned below, a tumultuous cauldron of white-capped waves.

Toothless knew it was time to answer the call of the Skrill. He took off from the edge of the cliff, his wings slicing through the air as he soared towards the designated meeting place, a secluded valley nestled between two towering mountains. In the midst of the tumultuous thunderstorm, the Skrill's electrifying invitation echoed through the skies. The mythical creature, illuminating its scales in a mesmerizing display of power. Toothless, the mighty Night Fury, felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of bonding with such a rare and fierce creature.

Upon reaching his destination, Toothless felt a twinge of nervousness. He had never been in such a vulnerable position before, without Hiccup or his trusty flight gear to protect him. The only thing accompanying him was the comforting warmth of his automatic tail, which had been crafted with love and care by his best friend.

The Skrill awaited him, its kind of sleek form glowing slightly with residual electricity from the storm. Toothless landed gracefully, his scales glinting in the early morning light. He could feel the tension in the air as the two creatures approached each other, both eager and a bit apprehensive. The Skrill, with its piercing blue eyes and serpent-like movements, studied Toothless intently. It was clear that this creature was not like any other dragon it had encountered before. Toothless returned the gaze, feeling a strange kinship with the Skrill.
As they began to circle one another, their bodies brushing against the wet grass, Toothless felt the electricity in the air crackle between them. It was a dance of respect, of understanding, and of desire. They were two powerful beings, coming together to form an unbreakable bond.
With a sudden jolt, the Skrill shot into the air, its lightning-quick reflexes leaving Toothless momentarily stunned. But Toothless was no ordinary dragon either. He had learned much from Hiccup, and he had the heart of a Viking warrior. He followed the Skrill's lead, their movements synchronizing as they weaved in and out of the clouds, leaving trails of steam in their wake.
Their sex grew more intimate, their bodies entwining in a mesmerizing display of aerial acrobatics. The Skrill's electricity arced from its body, and Toothless' scales absorbed the energy to certain degree.
The bond grew stronger with each pass, each touch, until they were one being in the sky, a whirlwind of fire and electricity. Toothless had never felt so alive, so free, and so connected to another creature. But the moment of union was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind, and Toothless' automatic tail malfunctioned, sending him into a dizzying spin. The Skrill, sensing his distress, swooped in to stabilize him, its electricity mingling with the Night Fury's fiery breath.
The Skrill's shaft served as an unexpected yet effective anchor for Toothless's acrobatic move. His muscular form contorted and stretched in a display of sheer power and agility as he clung to the lightning-wrapped appendage. The air around them crackled with the electric charge that danced across the Skrill's scales, casting eerie blue-white light onto their intertwined forms. With a mighty heave, Toothless swung his body forward, his wings folded tightly against his sides to reduce drag. His eyes were focused, narrowed into slits of determination as he used the Skrill's own momentum against it. His legs, which moments ago had been tucked up in a defensive posture, shot out like pistons, extending to their full length and wrapping around the creature's midsection.

The Skrill, caught off guard by the sudden shift, let out a piercing shriek that echoed through the night sky. Its fiery eyes widened as it felt Toothless's tail coil around its own, the dragon's weight and strength throwing its usual grace off balance. The two of them spun in a dizzying whirlwind of scales and fur, their movements a blur of desperation and instinct. Toothless's tail muscles flexed and tightened, locking onto the Skrill's tail in a vice-like grip. The dragon's body followed the arc of his swing, pivoting around the shaft with the precision of a seasoned warrior. As they spun, the Skrill's wings flapped wildly, trying to regain control of the situation, but to no avail.
The Skrill's wings beat faster, trying to break free from Toothless's hold, but the Night Fury was relentless. With a flick of his tail, he twisted, using the creature's own panic to his advantage. The Skrill's tail slammed into its side, and it let out a howl of pain.

For a heart-stopping moment, the two remained entangled in midair, a tapestry of black and blue scales against the starlit backdrop. Then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the sky, Toothless flung himself away, disentangling from the Skrill and sending it spiraling into the darkness below. The dragon's wings unfurled with a snap, catching the wind and propelling him upwards. He circled around, eyes searching for his next move, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The battle was far from over, but for now, he had gained the upper hand. thanks to a daring and unorthodox maneuver born from the depths of his instincts.

The first drops of rain pattered against the forge's wooden roof, a prelude to the tempest that was approaching. Hiccup looked out into the distance, his thoughts racing. He had his own connection with the dragons, a bond that had saved Berk more times than he could count. If the Skrill was indeed real, he knew that he and his trusty Night Fury, Toothless, would play a part in this unfolding tale.
As Hiccup secured the last strap on the automatic sail, he looked into Toothless's eyes and gave him a firm, reassuring pat. "You go on without me this time, buddy," he said, his voice steady despite the thunder that rumbled like the grumbling of a giant's stomach outside. "Stay safe and come back soon, ok?"

Toothless's whine was soft but filled with acceptance. He nudged Hiccup gently with his snout, a silent promise to be careful. With a heavy sigh, the dragon turned away and approached the open door, the storm's fury beckoning him into the tempest.

The moment Toothless spread his wings, the winds outside seemed to sense his intention and grew even more frenzied, as if challenging him. Hiccup watched as the nightfury took a deep breath and launched himself into the maelstrom, his sail catching the wind like the wing of a ship.

As Toothless shot off into the night sky, his scales glinting in the intermittent flashes of lightning, Hiccup felt a peculiar mix of pride and concern. The dragon had come so far since they first met, and seeing him embrace his wild side with such enthusiasm was heartening, yet the stormy conditions made him worry. The wind howled around Hiccup as he watched Toothless ascend, the automatic sail on his tail catching the air currents and expanding like a billowing sail. The dragon looked like a living embodiment of the tempest itself, a creature of light and shadow dancing amidst the fury of the elements. Toothless wheeled and dove, the wind whipping through his wings and sending his scales rippling like the surface of a storm-tossed sea.
The lightning continued to sizzle around them, a fiery ballet that painted the skrill in strobes of stark white and blue, illuminating its majestic form against the inky backdrop of the clouds. It was a sight that could make even the most stoic of dragons pause in awe. Toothless felt his own heartbeat synchronize with the rhythm of the Skrill's flight.
Toothless moved closer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination. He knew that Skrill were solitary creatures, often seeking out partners only to satisfy their primal urges. The thrill of the chase was part of the appeal, but now that they had found each other, the real dance could begin. He lowered his head, exposing his neck in a show of submission and invitation, a gesture that was not lost on the Skrill. The electric dragon tilted its head, studying Toothless with a mix of curiosity and hunger. It could feel the heat radiating from the other's body, the power that surged through its veins.

With a sudden burst of speed, Toothless lunged forward, catching the Skrill off-guard. The Skrill let out a shriek of surprise, its wings flapping wildly as it tried to maintain its balance. But instead of fighting, it found itself pinned to the ground, Toothless's larger body pressing down gently, yet firmly. The Skrill's eyes searched Toothless's, looking for a clue to the alpha's intentions.
The Skrill's emerald eyes met Toothless's, and he could feel the electric tension in the air. The scent of its arousal grew stronger, sending a thrill through his scales. He had encountered Skrills before, but none had ever looked at him with such intensity. Toothless's instincts began to stir, and he couldn't deny the sudden excitement building within him. He had never mated with one before, but the idea was intriguing.
He approached the Skrill cautiously, his body language speaking of respect and curiosity. The Skrill didn't retreat, instead, it hovered closer, allowing Toothless to inspect it more closely. Its scales were a vibrant blue, almost neon in the dim light, and it was smaller than he had anticipated, but still formidable. The Skrill's tail crackled with electricity, hinting at the power it could unleash.
Toothless felt the urge to impress, to show this creature that he was not just any dragon. He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth and the pink tongue that was the bane of sheep everywhere. The Skrill didn't seem intimidated, instead, it tilted its head, as if inviting him closer. He took a step, feeling the heat of the Skrill's body, and the electricity dancing around it made the fur on his neck stand on end.
With a graceful move, Toothless leaned in, brushing his snout against the Skrill's cheek. The Skrill responded by wrapping its tail around his neck, the electricity pulsing through his body. It was an unusual sensation, but not unpleasant. He could feel the Skrill's heart racing, its breath hot against his face. The moment was charged with anticipation, and the storm around them seemed to hold its breath.
The Skrill leaned closer, and Toothless felt a jolt of excitement as their lips met. The electricity from the Skrill's tail surged into him, igniting a fire in his veins that spread through his entire body. He had never felt such a rush with any other dragon. The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.
The Skrill, feeling the powerful body of Toothless against its own, responded with a grunt and a surge of speed, its wings beating the air more vigorously. Toothless, now securely attached, began to move his body in a rhythmic motion, his tail wrapping around the skrill's hindquarters and his claws gripping the soft flesh just above its tail base. His own arousal grew as the wind rushed past them.
With each beat of the Skrill's wings, Toothless could feel the dragon's muscles contract beneath him, the heat from its body seeping into his own. He slid his snout along the Skrill's belly, inhaling the scent of its arousal that grew stronger with each passing moment. His own need was becoming more apparent, his shaft growing hard and pressing against the soft scales of the Skrill's underbelly. He knew exactly what he wanted, and the skrill seemed to understand.
The Skrill's shaft, now fully exposed, throbbed with excitement. Toothless's tongue flicked out, tasting the salty precum that had gathered at the tip. The Skrill bucked slightly, a sign of both surprise and pleasure. Encouraged, Toothless began to lick and nip at the sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling around the head in a teasing manner that elicited deep, guttural growls from the Skrill.
The Skrill's body tensed, and Toothless knew the moment was near. He bit down gently but firmly, holding the base of the Skrill's shaft in his mouth while his tongue continued to work its magic. The Skrill's hips jerked in response, and a warm, thick stream of semen shot into Toothless's eager mouth. Toothless swallowed it greedily, feeling the power and life force of the other dragon fill him.
As the Skrill's orgasm subsided, Toothless released his grip and flipped back to his original position. He hovered there for a moment, panting.
The Skrill, still breathless, nodded its head in agreement. It had never felt so alive, so connected to another creature. The bond between them was now sealed, not just by the act of mating but by the raw, primal need they had both fulfilled. They continued to fly, their bodies entwined, the night sky their canvas and the stars their witnesses to this intimate moment of dragon passion.
Toothless's scales shimmered under the moonlight, his muscles rippling as he worked to claim the skrill's body. His claws dug into the soft earth, anchoring himself as he began to thrust in earnest, the initial tightness giving way to a welcome embrace that seemed to pull him deeper with each stroke. The skrill's legs tightened around his waist, urging him closer, its own movements becoming more frenzied as it met him thrust for thrust.
Their breaths grew ragged, mingling together in the night air, as their bodies moved as one. The scent of their combined arousal grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to drive them further. The Skrill's tail wrapped around Toothless's, the barb at its tip gently caressing the base of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. In response, Toothless's wings flexed, lifting the Skrill slightly off the ground with each powerful surge.
Toothless's nostrils flared, taking in the scent of the Skrill's readiness. His pupils dilated, and he let out a low, guttural growl that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. Without warning, the dragon thrust forward, his knot sliding into the Skrill's vent with a force that sent waves of pleasure and pressure through the creature's body. The Skrill let out a cry of surprise and delight, his legs buckling slightly under the sudden intrusion. The Skrill's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the ridges along Toothless' cock rub against his prostate, sending bolts of pleasure through his body that rivaled the lightning above. His own cock bobbed and twitched, smearing pre-cum onto the floor as he desperately sought release.

Toothless' strokes grew faster and more powerful, the sound of skin slapping against scales echoing through the chamber. The Skrill's cries grew louder, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure as the dragon's knot grew larger, stretching him to his limits. The Skrill's wings fluttered open, revealing the soft, pale undersides as he leaned back, offering himself completely to the dragon above. The dragon's hips bucked harder, his cock plunging into the skrill's depths with a ferocity that seemed almost primal. The Skrill's legs began to tremble, and he knew he was close to climax. His body tensed, and with a final, powerful thrust, Toothless' knot slammed home, lodging itself deep within the Skrill's body.

The Skrill screamed as the sensation overwhelmed him, his cock erupting in a fountain of cum that arced through the air and painted the floor below. The force of his orgasm sent a ripple of pleasure through Toothless, and the dragon's knot swelled even further, locking them together in a passionate embrace. As the Skrill's orgasm subsided, Toothless leaned down, his breath hot against the Skrill's neck. His teeth grazed the soft flesh, sending shivers down the smaller creature's spine. The dragon's hips moved in smaller, more deliberate circles, his knot working the Skrill's insides as he sought his own release. The skrill's body responded, his cock still twitching and pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Toothless' neck, his claws digging into the scales as he held on tightly, their eyes locking in a silent promise of submission and desire.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the chamber, Toothless came, his hot seed flooding the Skrill's insides. The Skrill's own climax was reignited by the sensation, his body convulsing around the dragon's cock. They remained locked together, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in unison as they rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over them like the storm outside.
Toothless's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt the warm, tight embrace of the Skrill's insides. He had never experienced such a sensation, and it was driving him wild. His scales quivered and his claws dug into the Skrill's flesh as he lost himself in the rhythm of their union. The Skrill's whimpers grew louder, their body arching and writhing beneath him as they tried to adjust to the sheer size of Toothless's cock. The dragon's thrusts grew more powerful and more insistent, his knot swelling with every stroke.

The Skrill's wings wrapped around Toothless's waist, trying to pull him deeper, their talons digging into his scales. They moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, their body clenching down around the thick shaft that invaded them. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as the two creatures moved in a dance as old as time itself.
The intensity of the mating was unparalleled, as lightning continued to strike and resonate through their bonded forms. Each bolt sent a fresh wave of passion, making their union even more uncontrollable and explosive. Toothless’s hips moved almost involuntarily, driven by the primal instinct that had taken over. His roars of pleasure echoed through the night, a testament to the overwhelming sensations that he was experiencing. The skrill's tail wrapped even tighter around him, its spikes digging in deeper as it met Toothless's thrusts with equal fervor.

As the storm outside reached its peak, so too did their passion. Toothless felt the skrill's insides tighten, a signal that it was approaching its peak. With one final, powerful thrust, the skrill let out a high-pitched cry, its body seizing up as it reached its climax. The lightning that had been dancing around them grew brighter, almost blinding in its intensity, before it surged through both of them in a final, cathartic burst of energy. The two remained intertwined, panting and trembling from the force of their shared orgasm. The lightning slowly subsided, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the gentle patter of rain against the cave walls. They held onto each other tightly, not wanting to let go of the bond that had formed between them.

Eventually, Toothless pulled out, his member still pulsing slightly from the aftermath. He turned to the skrill, his gaze filled with affection and concern. He nuzzled it gently, making sure it was okay after the intense experience they had just shared. The skrill, though exhausted, leaned into his touch, a soft purr emanating from its throat. They laid there together, the storm outside slowly fading into the background as they found comfort in each other's embrace. The cave that had been their battleground had now become a sanctuary, a place where they had found a new level of understanding and closeness that neither had ever experienced before.
The skrill's long, tapered shaft was a marvel to behold, a testament to the versatility of dragon anatomy. It glistened with a slick sheen of precum, which served as a natural lubricant for the intimate dance it was about to perform. As Toothless remained bound by his own knot, his eyes half-closed in a blend of pleasure and anticipation, the skrill took this opportunity to explore the new sensations that their union offered. The skrill's movements were deliberate, almost tender, as he eased the tip of his member against Toothless' tight ring. The night fury's scales rippled under the gentle pressure, the warmth of the skrill's shaft a stark contrast to the coolness of the surrounding air. The skrill took a moment to appreciate the trust and vulnerability that Toothless was showing him, the deep bond they shared allowing for this unprecedented intimacy between species.

With a soft, yet firm push, the skrill began to penetrate Toothless, the night fury's body stretching to accommodate the unfamiliar girth. Toothless let out a low growl, a sound that was more pleasure than pain, as the skrill's shaft slid deeper inside him. The skrill felt the tightness of Toothless' muscles clench around him, the velvety heat of his insides enveloping his length like a warm embrace. Once fully seated, the skrill paused, allowing Toothless to adjust to the sensation. They remained still, their breathing mingling, their hearts beating as one, a silent moment of connection that transcended the physical. Their tails, bound by the knot, fluttered in unison, a visual symphony of the passion that surged through them.

Feeling that he had successfully prepared his mate, Toothless felt that he didn’t need to go slowly or be gentle any more. His thrusts picked up pace without any kind of warning, backed up with greater power that aimed to jam the tip as far as it could go. He groaned from the tight walls that kept hugging his shaft, still powering his way through with a combination of his own strength and all of the precum he had let loose. From there, Toothless’ rutting became even faster; turning into a series of strong jams that also spread its wet heat. The hard pulsing that the Skrill could feel, along with the endless waves of pleasure coming not just from the cock’s size, but how it was used and those ridges that were rubbing so firmly against his sensitive walls. His own cock was out and throbbing out of its slit, leaking precum onto Toothless’ tail, which was dripping down to the ocean below them.
The pressure within Toothless’ cock grew, his knot swelling to a size that threatened to split the Skrill in two. The Skrill could feel the impending climax, its body tensing in anticipation. And then, with a roar that could have shaken the very stars from the sky, Toothless slammed home one final time, his knot locking firmly into place. The Skrill screamed in pleasure and pain as the night fury’s hot seed flooded its insides, filling it to the brim and beyond. The force of his release triggered the Skrill’s own orgasm, its cock pulsing and spurting ropes of cum that arced through the air, painting the clouds below with a rain of white fire. For a moment, the two dragons remained joined, their bodies locked together in a primal dance as old as the night itself. And as their orgasms subsided, the skrill’s legs gave out, and they both tumbled to the ground, panting and trembling. Toothless’ knot slowly began to shrink, allowing him to withdraw, leaving the Skrill feeling both empty and utterly sated.
With each rotation, their anuses made contact, the sensation strange and yet not entirely unpleasant for both. It was a curious intimacy, one that neither creature had ever shared with another of their kind. The dragon's tail was warm and firm, the skrill's tail cold and slick, creating an odd juxtaposition of sensations that seemed to resonate within their very beings. Their synchronized wing beats grew stronger, their breaths coming in unison as the sky became a canvas for their acrobatic masterpiece. The tension in the air was palpable, not just from the physical exertion of maintaining the knot, but from the unspoken communication that passed between them.
Together, they finished their descend to the ground bellow them, their hearts racing from the exhilaration of their flight. As they touched down, the Skrill nudged Toothless gently, and he realized that the bond was complete. They had found something special in each other, a connection that transcended their species, a friendship that could withstand any storm. The Skrill had accepted Toothless not just as a potential mate, but as an equal, a companion, and a fellow warrior of the skies.

As the lightning raged, it was clear that Toothless was in grave peril. A particularly powerful bolt struck him with a brutal force, knocking him from the sky like a leaf torn from a tree in a storm. His body convulsed with the impact, the electrical surge coursing through his veins like a river of pain. One of his eyes was ripped from its socket, a gruesome testament to the skrill's deadly power. His wings, once a marvel of graceful flight, were now tattered and torn, the delicate membranes charred and sizzling.
With a final, desperate roar, Toothless managed to break free from the skrill's lethal embrace, plummeting towards the unforgiving earth below. His rider watched in horror, their heart in their throat, as the dragon's lifeless body smashed into the ground with a thud that resonated through the very soil.

The dragon lay there, half in life and half in death, his breaths shallow and labored. Blood seeped from his wings, staining the ground beneath him a dark crimson.

The dragon's body quivered as the lightning's aftershocks continued to pulse through him, but the rider remained steadfast, channeling their own warmth into the trembling scales. It was a battle of wills now, not between dragons, but between life and death.
Slowly, ever so slowly, a spark of life began to return to Toothless's limp form. His breathing grew stronger, his chest rising and falling with newfound vigor. The light in his eye grew brighter, and his tail twitched slightly.

The air is thick with the scent of burnt flesh and the acrid smell of ozone as the final crackling bolts of lightning retreat into the heavens, leaving behind a scene of carnage and rebirth.

As the last ember of his former life fades from his eyes, they begin to glow once more with an eerie, unnatural light. The creature, now undead, stirs to life, driven by a hunger that transcends the boundaries of death. His powerful wings, once used to conquer the winds, now beat a morbid rhythm as he rises, his body a twisted mockery of the majesty it once held. The scales that once shimmered in the sun now hang like tattered rags, revealing the ghastly flesh beneath.
With a newfound, insatiable lust for power and sustenance, the zombie dragon sets his sights upon the other dragons that roam the skies. His gaze falls upon a bewilderbeast, a creature of frost and fury, and a cloudjumper, an elegant being of air and mist. These two, caught in the throes of their own fierce battle, do not immediately notice the approach of the undead monstrosity.

The 'zombie' dragon, driven by his primal instincts and a hunger that can never be satiated, swoops down with unparalleled ferocity. His jaws, devoid of teeth yet still capable of inflicting horrific damage, clamp down upon the bewilderbeast. The frost dragon shrieks in terror and pain, its icy breaths turning to steam against the zombie's burning flesh. Yet the zombie is relentless, his very touch corrupting the life force of the creature in his grasp.

The scene unfolds in a macabre yet surreal spectacle of nature's darker side. The dragon, once a creature of fiery passion and primal instincts, now stands as a monstrous aberration, a zombified being driven by an unrelenting hunger. The lightning bolts that had struck him down, instead of granting him a swift release, have twisted his very essence, leaving him a creature of the void, devoid of his former grace and power. His eyes, once gleaming with intelligence and cunning, are now empty sockets, filled with a foul, smoldering darkness. His once-majestic scales have been burnt to a charred crisp, revealing the raw, pulsating flesh beneath.
As he rises from his own ashes, the lifeless dragon's body quivers with an eerie energy, the very fabric of his being reknitting itself in a grotesque parody of life. His wings, torn and tattered, begin to flutter with renewed vigor, despite their lack of structure. His movements are jerky and unnatural, as if he is being manipulated by some unseen force. The smell of burnt flesh and ozone fills the air around him, a testament to the lightning's destructive power.

With a guttural roar that echoes through the skies, the zombie dragon takes to the air, his sightless gaze scanning the horizon for his next victims. His mind, if it can still be called such, is consumed by a single, all-powerful craving: to consume and absorb the life of others to sustain his own undying existence. The dragons he targets, the bewilderbeasts and cloudjumpers, are caught off-guard by this sudden, inexplicable threat. They are dragons of the air and the earth, swift and elusive, but against the relentless pursuit of this undying creature, they are as helpless as leaves before a hurricane. He swoops down upon them with unerring accuracy, his gaping maw and clawed limbs reaching out to embrace them in a gruesome dance of death.

The feeling of his ass pushed cloudjumper over the edge as well, his already fat cock swelling before it started to expel fat gushes of seed that filled cloudjumper up in such a short amount of time, making the night fury purr and enjoying the added rush while the dragon was basking in his own orgasm and the feeling the seed from the alpha dragon.
He clamps onto them with unyielding strength, his teeth tearing through scales and flesh alike. His victims' cries of terror and pain pierce the air, only to be silenced as they are drawn into his gaping jaws, consumed in a frenzy of hunger. As he devours their life essence, his form begins to change, adapting to the very substance of those he feasts upon.

With each dragon consumed, his body grows more monstrous. New heads and tails sprout from his body, each one a twisted reflection of the dragon species he has absorbed. The bewilderbeasts' sharp horns and the cloudjumpers' ethereal manes become part of his own form, a mishmash of terrifying features that would make even the bravest dragon tremble in fear. His body elongates and bulges, stretching the limits of his skeletal structure, reshaping into a hydra-like monstrosity.

The bewilderbeast, staggered under the weight of the zombie's onslaught. Its fur, which once shimmered with the iridescence of a thousand frozen water droplets, was now matted with blood and soot. The beast's colossal antlers, which had been used to vanquish countless foes, trembled as it realized it faced a horror beyond its wildest nightmares.

The former-night fury's jaws, a gaping maw of decay, clamped down on the bewilderbeast's thick neck with a sickening crunch. Despite the absence of teeth, the very touch of the former-night fury's maw was enough to cause unimaginable agony. The dragon's powerful tail, a twisted and withered appendage, coiled around the bewilderbeast's torso, constricting it in a vice-like grip. The bewilderbeast's breaths grew shallower, its once mighty roars reduced to desperate gasps for air.

In a futile attempt to free itself from this horrific embrace, the bewilderbeast unleashed a blast of icy breath. The cold was so intense it could have frozen the very marrow in the bones of a lesser creature, but the zombie dragon was not merely a creature of flesh and bone. His body, now a bastion of the unliving, absorbed the chilling blast, his burning flesh hissing and crackling as the frost met the flames that danced within him.
The former-night fury's talons, blackened and sharp as shadows, raked across the bewilderbeast's hide, leaving deep gouges that wept a strange, frozen sludge. Each strike brought forth a scream of torment, echoing through the desolate wasteland that had once been a thriving battleground.

The two titans stood there, panting, each a testament to the other's tenacity. The undead dragon, a creature of unending hunger, and the bewilderbeast, a symbol of the frozen wasteland's fading beauty, both scarred and broken by the horrors of their existence. But the former-night fury's dragon's hunger was insatiable, his will to destroy undeterred by the pain and suffering he had endured. With a renewed fury, he lunged once more, his decaying wings beating a lit across the wind.

Soaring the skies seeking more dragons to mate and conquer....

The once-mighty dragon now has ten heads, each one a snarling visage of the nightmares that stalk the edges of reality. His tails lash out in every direction, tipped with the venomous barbs of the cloudjumper, ready to strike with lethal precision. His wings, now a tattered mess of bone and rotting flesh, flap with the tenacity of a creature born anew.
With each powerful thrust, Toothless's knot grew larger and more pronounced, stretching the confines of the dragon beneath him and sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain throughout the dragon's body. The dragon beneath him had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming, and as Toothless's roar grew louder and his movements more erratic, he knew that the moment of truth was upon them.
The dragon beneath him bucked his hips, trying to push back against the onslaught of pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt Toothless's knot begin to swell within him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but he craved it, needed it, his own roars echoing through the cavern as he felt his own orgasm approaching. As Toothless's knot locked into place, the two dragons were as one, their bodies joined by more than just the thick shaft of the night fury's cock. The dragon beneath him felt the first hot spurt of cum fill his insides, the feeling of being claimed and possessed by the most powerful dragon in the land sending him over the edge.
Their tails, bound by a thick, rope-like coil of flesh, swished and writhed in unison, as if conducting an invisible orchestra of passion. Each wingbeat was a harmony of power and grace, creating a mesmerizing pattern of shadows and light on the clouds below. The sound of their wings, a symphony of leathery whispers, filled the air as they soared higher and higher, their bond growing stronger with every flap.

The feeling of their combined releases was unlike anything either had ever experienced, a bond formed not just by lust, but by something much deeper and more primal. Their roars of ecstasy filled the air, the sound bouncing off the cavern walls and reverberating through the night. The dragons' bodies trembled with the force of their shared climax, muscles clenching and releasing as they both rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over them.

Finally, as the last of their cum was spent, the two dragons collapsed onto the cavern floor, panting heavily and utterly exhausted. Toothless's knot remained lodged inside the other dragon, the two of them locked together in a display of dominance and submission that was as ancient as the dragon race itself.
This grotesque transformation seems to fuel his ravenous appetite, and his rampage knows no end. As the last of the dragons fall prey to his insatiable hunger, their forms become one with his, and he grows to a size that dwarfs even the most ancient of his kin. The skies darken with the shadows of his new heads, each one casting a pallor of doom over the land below.
The alpha dragon's touch is both terrifying and exhilarating. His claws dig into Cloudjumper's flesh as he thrusts deeper, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shockwaves through the latter's body. The heat from their mating is intense, almost unbearable, as the alpha dragon's immense size fills him to the brim. The sensation of their scales scraping together is like sandpaper against skin, leaving a trail of sparks and friction that only adds to the overwhelming sensory overload.

Cloudjumper's own body responds to this primal dominance, his muscles tensing and his scales rippling with excitement. His breathing grows ragged and shallow, his heart racing in his chest as he feels the alpha dragon's power surging through him. He can't help but submit to the sheer might of his conqueror, his own dragon instincts screaming for release.
The alpha's roars of pleasure become more frequent and intense, a testament to the power of their mating. Cloudjumper feels the pressure building within him, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. His hind legs tremble and his wings quiver as he fights to hold on, to not be overwhelmed by the alpha's relentless onslaught.

And then it hits him like a meteor. The alpha's seed, hot and thick, floods Cloudjumper's insides, filling him to the point of bursting. His own climax crashes over him like a tidal wave, and he lets out a roar that echoes through the sky, a declaration of submission and ecstasy. As the intensity grew, Cloudjumper's body began to spasm with uncontrollable pleasure, his own orgasm building from the deepest part of his core. His cock, already thick and engorged, swelled even further as it pulsed with the force of his climax. The sensation of the alpha dragon's seed filling him up was like nothing he had ever felt before it was as if he was being claimed by a primal beast, marked as the alpha's own.
The alpha dragon's roars grew louder and more feral with each thrust, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper into Cloudjumper's welcoming depths. The heat from the alien's seed seemed to spread through Cloudjumper's entire being, making his scales glow with an inner fire that matched the passion blazing in his eyes. The walls of his channel tightened around the invading member, milking it for every drop as the alpha's orgasm peaked.

The feeling of being so completely filled by the alpha dragon was intoxicating. Cloudjumper's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, his own seed spurting out in thick ropes that painted the alpha's fur in a display of submission and pleasure. The alpha's tail wrapped around him tightly, holding him in place as he continued to pump, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted. The two of them remained locked together for what felt like an eternity, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy. Gradually, the alpha's thrusts grew slower, more gentle, as he savored the feeling of their union. Cloudjumper's purr grew quieter, his body going limp with satisfaction as the alpha's seed continued to fill him to the brim.
Toothless groaned, his body arching off Cloudjumper's back as the storm dragon's hips slammed into his, the thick, veined length of his cock pushing deep into the night fury's tight, quivering hole. Cloudjumper's talons dug into the soft fur at the base of Toothless' neck, holding him in place as he claimed him in a fiery dance of dominance.
The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of ozone and the electric crackle of lightning as the storm grew more intense, mirroring the passion between them. Each powerful thrust sent a bolt of exquisite pleasure through Toothless, making him squirm and beg for more. He could feel Cloudjumper's muscles tensing, the storm dragon's own release building as he pounded into him relentlessly.

Toothless' claws clenched around Cloudjumper's sides, his tail wrapping tightly around the storm dragon's waist, urging him to go faster, deeper. The friction between them was driving him wild, his body a maelstrom of sensation as he met Cloudjumper's every thrust with an eager moan.
Their breaths were ragged, their hearts pounding in unison, as they stared into each other's eyes. The raw intimacy of the moment was palpable, a silent declaration of the depth of their connection. Cloudjumper's paws gripped Toothless hips tightly, holding him close as the final shudders of ecstasy passed through them both. As they slowly came down from the peak of their passion, Cloudjumper leaned in, pressing a gentle, yet possessive, kiss to Toothless 's muzzle. His tail wrapped around the younger dragon's waist, keeping him close as the warmth of their combined releases began to cool on their skin. They remained entwined for several moments, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their union.
Toothless' breaths grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as he felt Cloudjumper's claws dig into his shoulders, the sensation a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. He could feel the storm dragon's chest expand with each powerful breath, the heat of his breaths fanning the flames of desire that burned within him. The scent of rain and electricity filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that only heightened the intensity of their mating.
Their movements grew erratic, a wild symphony of love and need as they lost themselves in the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts and bodies entwined in a dance as ancient as the skies themselves. The very earth seemed to tremble with the force of their passion, the waves below crashing against the shore in a testament to the power of their love.
Toothless' claws tightened around Cloudjumper's sides, his tail gripping him more firmly as he felt the storm of pleasure building within. His hips met Cloudjumper's thrusts with increasing urgency, their bond stronger than any force that could ever tear them apart. The night sky above them was a canvas of stars, a silent witness to their fiery union.
Cloudjumper's roars grew louder, the sound reverberating through the cavern, a declaration of his love and dominance that sent shivers down Toothless' spine. The night fury's claws dug deeper into Cloudjumper's sides, his body arching back as the storm dragon's own pleasure peaked. Together, they soared through the heavens, their cries of ecstasy melding into one as they reached the pinnacle of their passion.

Their bodies shuddered in unison, the force of their climax echoing through the night. They remained locked together, basking in the aftermath of their love, as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Cloudjumper's wings slowed, and they descended gently to the soft sand of the beach, their hearts still racing in time with the pounding surf.

They lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, the moon casting a gentle glow upon them. The scent of salt and sea mixed with their own unique musk, a heady perfume that lingered in the air. The night was still, save for the whispering waves and the gentle flaps of their wings as they caught their breath.
Toothless nuzzled into Cloudjumper's neck, his eyes fluttering open to gaze into the storm dragon's, filled with affection and contentment. Their bond was stronger than ever, a testament to the depth of their love and the trust they shared. As the moments passed, the two dragons eventually untangled themselves, their wings wrapping around each other protectively as they curled up together.

Finally, the alpha dragon pulled out, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. Cloudjumper could feel the emptiness left behind, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of warmth and belonging that spread through his entire being. The alpha dragon leaned in, licking away the last traces of their intimate exchange from Cloudjumper's face, a tender gesture that spoke of the bond that had been forged between them.
Toothless's eyes rolled back into his head as the stormy dragon's cock hit a spot inside of him that sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body. He could feel the pressure building, his own cock pulsing and leaking pre-cum onto Cloudjumper's scales as the storm dragon's thrusts grew stronger and more demanding. The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, was a symphony of passion that echoed through the clouds.

As the days stretch into weeks and the weeks into months, Toothless's once sleek and agile form begins to take on the gentle curves of impending motherhood. His scales, which once gleamed with the iridescence of a midnight sea under the moon's soft glow, now have a duller sheen, hinting at the immense effort his body is putting into nurturing the life within. The villagers and dragons of Berk, accustomed to the fiery warrior's usual acrobatic displays, now watch with a mix of awe and wonder as he waddles through the village, his once fiery breath now a mere puff of smoke as he conserves his energy.

The local children, their eyes wide with curiosity, follow at a safe distance, whispering among themselves about the "mama dragon" and the treasure of baby dragons she's carrying. Toothless seems to know that his role has shifted, that he is now a beacon of something new and incredible. He no longer soars high in the skies, but instead glides closer to the ground, his movements calculated and careful, as if to protect the precious cargo nestled within his ever-expanding belly.

The dragon's diet undergoes a transformation as well. The smell of roasting salmon and sizzling herring wafts through the air as Hiccup and Astrid ensure that Toothless gets plenty of nourishment. The dragon's appetite is insatiable, as if the little lives growing inside him are constantly reminding him of their needs. His meals are meticulously prepared, a balancing act of nutrition and quantity to sustain not one, but multiple dragon lives.
Toothless's belly grows larger and larger, much to the amazement of the villagers and dragons alike. His diet changes to include more fish, as the baby dragons inside him demand sustenance. The dragon riders, especially the young ones, are fascinated and flock around him, eager to learn about the miracle of life. Toothless, ever patient, allows them to feel the gentle flutters of his unborn children.
The baby dragons within Toothless are not content to remain hidden for long. With every gulp of the salty sea air, they demand sustenance, and their father-to-be obliges. His appetite grows insatiable, and the waters surrounding the island become a feeding ground for his new diet. Fish of all sizes and colors leap from the waves, only to be snatched up in the blink of an eye. The ocean's bounty is consumed with a ferocity that is both mesmerizing and slightly alarming, as Toothless's form continues to expand.
Finally, the day arrives. The air is thick with anticipation as the dragons gather around the designated egg-laying spot. Toothless, with a glow of motherly love in his eyes, carefully positions himself. With a mighty roar that echoes across the land, he lays not one, not two, but three beautiful eggs.

The moment is nothing short of a spectacle as the dragons and villagers of Berk watch in awe. The ground trembles with each thud of the eggs landing, and the air crackles with the energy of new life. Toothless's scales shimmer in the soft sunlight, a beacon of joy and hope amidst the usually rugged landscape. His fiery gaze lingers on the eggs, filled with a gentle warmth that only a mother or father could possess.

The first egg is a deep, almost midnight blue, with intricate swirls of silver that dance across its surface. It seems to pulse with a mysterious power, hinting at the rare and magnificent creature that lies within. The second egg is a vibrant green, speckled with gold, reminiscent of the rich, verdant forests that stretch out beyond the village. It radiates a sense of life and vitality that seems to resonate with the very essence of the dragons around it. The third egg, however, is the most peculiar of them all - it's a soft, iridescent pink, with shimmering scales that seem to change color with every angle of the light. It exudes a gentle, calming aura, promising a dragon of grace and beauty.

The dragons nudge each other in excitement, whispering predictions about what kind of hybrids might emerge from these eggs. The humans, too, are abuzz with chatter, sharing stories of dragons from their past and wondering what kind of futures these new hatchlings will forge. The atmosphere is electric with the anticipation of new beginnings and the strengthening of the bonds between dragons and humans.

As the days pass, the eggs begin to show signs of life. Cracks appear, spider-webbing their way from one end to the other.

The first egg, the midnight blue one, wobbles slightly before a tiny claw pierces the shell. The dragon inside is a stunning mix of a Night Fury and a Light Fury, with a body that seems to absorb the light and eyes that gleam like stars. It's a Night Light, a creature of the night with the gentle touch of daybreak. The crowd gasps in amazement as it unfurls its wings, testing the air with its first breaths.

Next, the green egg quivers with excitement, and out comes a dragon that seems to have the agility of a changewing and the fiery spirit of a monstrous nightmare. It's a vibrant shade of emerald, with gold accents that make it look as though it's been kissed by the sun itself. The dragon, a Nightmare-Changewing hybrid, bounds around, eager to explore its new home.

Lastly, the pink egg remains still for a few more moments, building the tension. Then, with a delicate crack, a dragon of unparalleled grace emerges. It's a Night Fury-Sky Stinger cross, its scales a soft, shifting palette of pinks and purples. Its wings, tipped with a translucent material, allow it to float and glide with the grace of a cloud. The villagers coo and gasp, captivated by its ethereal beauty.

The hatchlings, each a unique blend of their parent's species, are a testament to the endless possibilities of dragonkind. They are the embodiment of the harmony that has been achieved between dragons.

As the seasons rolled by in the mystical land of the Hidden World, Toothless reveled in the joy of witnessing the continuation of dragonkind's legacy. The once desolate and solitary isles now teemed with life and color, a stark contrast to the bleakness of the past. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of blooming dragon fruit trees and the gentle hum of dragons' wings beating in unison. It was a sight that never ceased to amaze him.

The news of pregnancies spread throughout the dragon community like wildfire. The whispers grew into roars of excitement as dragons of various species, from the fiery-hearted Zipplebacks to the graceful Skydancers, began to show signs of expecting. The once rare and precious bond between dragons and their riders grew even stronger as they shared this monumental experience.

Toothless, the hero of the Hidden World, watched over the expectant mothers with a gentle and knowing eye. His own journey of transformation had made him a beacon of hope and a symbol of change. His bond with Hiccup had not only saved the dragons from the tyranny of the Dragon Trappers but had also bridged the gap between dragons and Vikings. Now, as a creature of two worlds, the undead Night Fury had become a source of new life, his presence a catalyst for unity and growth.

The dragons looked to him with a mix of admiration and curiosity, for his very existence was a testament to the boundless potential of love and understanding. His emerald eyes gleamed with warmth and wisdom as he approached each expectant mother, offering comfort and assurance with his gentle nudges and soft, rumbling purrs. His presence was a balm to their nerves, a silent promise that they were not alone in this ancient rite of passage.

The dragon nests grew more numerous, each one a cradle of hope. The anticipation grew palpable as the days grew shorter and the nights grew colder. The dragon families huddled together, sharing stories of the first signs of pregnancy, the peculiar cravings, and the anticipation of their offspring's first fiery breath. Toothless would often hover nearby, his bright-casting a soft glow over the soon-to-be-mothers, a silent sentinel to the miracles that were soon to unfold.
One by one, the eggs began to hatch. The earth trembled with each new life that entered the world, and the skies echoed with the cries of newborn dragons. Toothless felt a surge of pride and wonder as he beheld the new faces of his kind. Each dragonet was a unique tapestry of scales and colors, a blend of their parents' lineage and a hint of the mysterious night fury. He watched as the babies stumbled clumsily towards their mothers, their eyes wide with curiosity and their hearts beating with the promise of adventure.
Finally, a tiny, wet snout poked through the shell, followed by a pair of unsteady eyes that blinked in the sudden light. A collective sigh of relief and joy filled the space as the newborn dragon let out its first tentative roar. It was a sound that resonated deeply within Toothless, a reminder of his own birth and the beginnings of his own journey.
As the baby dragon stumbled out of its egg, wobbly legs supporting its weight for the first time, the other dragons drew closer, their curiosity piqued. The mother watched with a fierce, loving gaze, nuzzling her newborn with gentle, soothing coos. The father looked on with pride, his chest puffed out and wings spread wide in a display of protection.

The dragons looked to Toothless with a newfound respect, and he, in turn, felt a deep sense of being THE alpha. He had not only brought peace to the dragons but had become an essential part of their very essence. His legacy was not just in his own transformation but in the countless lives he had touched, the bonds he had created, and the love that had grown in the hearts of all who knew him.

As the Hidden World thrived and the dragon population grew, Toothless continued to soar alongside Hiccup, Valka, and their friends. Together, they guarded the skies, taught the young ones to fly, and explored the vast, uncharted territories of the archipelago. With each new dragon that took flight, the world grew a little brighter, and the whispers of a new era grew louder. The undead Night Fury had truly become the living embodiment of hope and the protector of dragonkind.

In the weeks and months that followed, more eggs hatched, and the dragon population grew. Each new birth brought with it a sense of hope and rebirth to the island. Toothless watched the new generations learn to fly, to hunt, and to live in harmony with the villagers. He saw in their eyes the same curiosity and wonder that he had felt when he first met Hiccup, and he knew that their bond would never be forgotten.

Toothless watched with a sense of wonder and pride as the dragon population grew stronger and more vibrant with each new egg, in regular intervals were laid. Knowing their kind would certainly grew more and more.