Tannim Crosses His Own Path
by tannim
April 21, 2010

	"Now where am I?" Tannim muttered to himself.

	The last he could recall he was taking a walk through an empty field around 3am.  He'd stepped on an old golf ball some idiot had hit years ago and had blacked out.  When he'd come to he'd found himself standing on a barren field of grass with small bumps regularly spaced throughout.  He could see mountains in the distance.  There was a plume of smoke just visible near them.

	Some trees obscured the base of the mountains but he figured there had to be somebody around there who may know what was going on.  He glanced down at himself as he took off towards the trees and wasn't surprised to see he was naked.  Since he hadn't worn clothing beyond his glasses it was actually reassuring.  His balls were at the end of his scrotum, a couple yards back behind his tail.  Satisfied that everything was normal, for him, he kept walking.

	The soft grass felt wonderful dragging along his trailing scrotum.  His sensitive male flesh felt the small bumps as it drug along and it was quite soothing.  Tannim's eyelids drooped a bit as he continued, it felt really good on that grass.  Not just on his nuts but also on his feet.  The soft grass tickled and stroked the sensitive soles.  After a while he drug his feet quickly along instead of picking them up as he walked, just to feel the cool soft grass.

	One hand dropped down to his groin as he walked, never minding at all that he'd been walking for a long time without making any obvious progress, and grasped his swelling dragonhood.  Up and down his hand pumped his shaft, slower than he'd usually go.  Tannim found himself timing his hand to his walking speed.  It was great at first.  Drag foot, stroke up, drag foot, stroke down, drag, up, rub tip, drag, stroke down.

	After a while, though, the pace became much too slow.  His feet picked up speed, to allow his hand to do the same.  He didn't really pay attention the scenery as he walked.  Didn't even notice the trees as he glided through them.  The water didn't bother him as he walked through it, all the while jerking himself off.  Water, trees, mountains, all the while he could still feel that wonderful grass dragging along his long scrotum and tickling his feet just right.

	He was nearly running as he neared his peak, never noticing or caring that he'd just crossed over three mountain peaks, and finally stopped with a final jerk and an arched back as he came.  His cock unloaded six strong jets of dragon spunk onto the snow under him.  At least it looked like snow to his lust hazed vision.  Despite how it looked however, he could still feel the grass under his balls and on his sack.

	Tannim stumbled forward as he basked in the afterglow.  The mountains still seemed far away though and as he cooled down, and his genitals settled back into submission, that became a bit disconcerting.  He still had no idea where he was.  He still had no idea which way he was going, and that damned grass was still under his balls.

	A glance back showed his scrotum trailing behind him just fine, though it was hidden in the snow.  He could feel the cold, but there was also the warmth of sunshine from the plane on them too.  He was really confused as he stumbled back into a dense woodland.  The trees were pretty, but there was so much loam that he sank in a few inches as he walked through it.  There were bird sounds, but he couldn't see any birds.

	Tannim forgot about his concerns as he stopped to pick a nice apple from a tree, then sighed when it deflated like a popped balloon when he bit into it.  A worm poked out at him, seeming mildly perturbed at it's home being ruined.  He tossed it away and muttered as he kept walking past the seemingly endless trees.

	He had no idea how long he'd been walking, but At last he could see the smoke plume he'd been chasing just beyond some mountains again.  He hurried forward, running up the hill until his legs complained, then he switched to his wings.  Flying made the mountain's much easier to cross, though he stayed close to the ground in case of wind.

	His caution was rewarded near the summit as a strong gust of wind bathed him in snow while it blew his wings off course to make him fall to the ground.  He winced as a jagged rock scraped along his scrotum and kicked the rock in revenge.  It hurt his foot, but felt so much nicer to have punished that inanimate object.  Snorting at it and daring it to bother him again he glided down the mountain towards the plume.

	He could just make out the smoke through the foggy mountain air and the plain that it was in.  Gliding down he came closer and closer, and could just make out something laying in the grass under the smoke.  It was thin, but VERY long as it went off into the distance.  The closer he got the more he could make it out but the less he could make out of the smoke.

	Tannim landed on the grass directly under the smoke, or where the smoke had been as it was gone, and stared curiously at the object on the ground.  It looked... familiar. Very familiar, in fact.  A small softly scaled pouch with two oval objects inside.  The end of the pouch ran off into the distance and out of sight along the horizon.  His eye twitched as he saw the smoke over the mountains in the distance, then glanced back down at the thing in front of him.

	He leaned closer to it, scratching his head confused.  It LOOKED... it looked exactly like his balls at the end of his long scrotum.  Of course, he wasn't THAT long.  At least, Tannim glanced back, his eyes cocked in thought, he didn't THINK he was that long.  His gaze followed the trail of soft masculine dragon flesh leading to the horizon behind him then turned away to the familiar looking balls before him.

	The dragon bent down and looked at his groin, then bent further to watch it run between his legs, along his tail, and off into the distance.  He stood up, one hand holding his scrotal rope near his tail, and turned to make sure it really his flesh, still attached to him, that stretched so far behind him.  Tannim bent over and picked up the decent sized testicles and held them with two pinched fingers at arm's length from him as he would something distasteful.

	Taking a deep breath he SLAPPED them hard.  He paused, waited a moment, then smirked and slapped them again, and again.  It was fun watching them flop about as he slapped them.  He opened his mouth to breath a sigh of relief when his legs suddenly buckled from the agony that struck him.

	Tannim grunted and hugged the balls to his groin as though clutching himself.  'Well,' he thought, 'I'm sure they're mine NOW.'  Groaning he climbed to his feet and stared in amazement.  He  had stretched far more than ever before and was impressed at the length.  Standing up he realized he was where he first started.

	"Aw, crap... Now what do I do and what do I do with these?!" He idly wondered as he looked for a place to put his balls.  "No pockets... and I have no idea how far I went or how much I'll have to wind back in..."

	The dragon shrugged and wrapped his balls around his waist like a belt.  He looked around then sighed and wandered off, dragging a planet length scrotum behind him without even knowing it.  A glance up, for the first time, let him see the real world above him.  With a hopeful jump he flapped hard towards it.  As he flew the medium sized planet he'd tied himself too was towed with him, drawing many appreciative and terrified shrieks as the other planet collided and formed the worlds into a single testicular innuendo shaped mass.

	Tannim spent much of the next week hauling his length around one planet, so was too busy to notice the mob closing in with a pair of garden shears.... he only just made it away from them with his nuts still attached, though he wasn't sure how far away from them he was as he held them.