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GHOSTBUSTERS: REGENESIS (Dragon's Breath)

Written by Leo_Todrius

Commissioned by Draegon1993 and Nakito

[/////Alternate Universe Ending/////]

The Cascade Art Museum was almost as much a work of art as the artifacts contained within, from its marble edifice to the glass atrium. There was a flow, a serene beauty to the building. The installations and exhibits were meticulously cared for and presented in a way pleasing to the eye and educational at the same time. Even at night with all the lights turned off, there was a charm to it, though part of that came from nature's splendor.

The full moon was bright above the atrium, turning the otherwise black sky a beautiful shade of blue. It was almost as bright it blotted out the stars, though a few twinkled high above. It was a romantic sort of night, though romantic was not what the pair of thieves had been hoping for as they lowered themselves down from the hole in the glass ceiling. The lines were tight and they descended steadily. The metal foil around the hole in the glass glinted as it completed the circuit, keeping the security system at bay. The motion detectors had already been blocked with some careful vandalism during the day. The first thief's boots touched down and he unclipped himself, waiting for his partner to land shortly after.

"I told you it was a piece of cake." The first thief smirked.

"And I told you I don't like heights, Kent..." The second replied.

"It'll all be worth it when we're sipping cool drinks at some tropical island." The first thief smirked, "And our golden ticket is courtesy of the golden dragon." he said, turning to face the prize exhibit, the Golden Dragon of Dinéault. The statue was almost fifteen feet long and at least ten tall, a western dragon with its four powerful legs, wings tucked at its side, and a prominent muzzle filled with sharp fangs. The tail was wrapped around the body of the beast, but its pose wasn't one of attack, but rather defense. Nestled between the two front paws were three huge violet opal stones in the shape of eggs, catching and refracting the moonlight.

"They're beautiful... It's like looking into the eyes of God. Can't you see it?" the second thief murmured, moving up toward the dais.

"Don't go all crazy on me, Franklin, that's my job. We got a job to do man." Kent replied. Kent nodded and opened up his pack, getting out the tools. It was up to Franklin to get in there and use his metallurgical prowess. The thief took the tools and crouched down, the saw whirring as it got up to speed and he started cutting in carefully around the opal eggs, breaking the bond of the metal. His saw started heating up so much that there was a tang of burning in the air, but before the motor seized there was a pop, then the sound of stone clattering against stone.

"Okay, we just gotta secure the eggs and then we'll-" Kent was cut off as a loud chirp started near the ceiling. A flash came from one of the fire alarms, then another and another. The smoke from cutting the metal had triggered it. Franklin winced.

"I knew I never should have trusted you! You're gonna get me locked up for life!" Franklin said, stuffing the eggs into his backpack before he ran for the cable. The mechanical ascender was slid into place and he started pulling himself up. His lack of practice was evident, his movements jerky and random. Kent bit his lower lip as he followed after, getting up onto the line. The fire department showing up wouldn't be as bad as the police, but it was still unwelcome attention.

Franklin was trying not to hyperventilate as he climbed, watching the hole in the ceiling come closer ever so slowly. In the back of his mind he thought he heard sirens and he gave one more violent tug of his muscles. The motion shifted his weight, and the eggs in his backpack slid against each other. One edged out of the backpack and fell. Kent tried to reach out and catch it, but it careened down to the floor below. As it hit the tile, it shattered into a fine purple dust that spread out in every direction.

"Fuck, there goes half my retirement..." Kent murmured while Franklin still scrambled up the rope. Neither thief noticed that the opal dust was starting to circle, blown around by an unseen wind, spiraling around. The golden dragon statue shuddered before there was a groaning sound from the base. The cement foundation started to strain and crack before the golden paws lifted up. The long golden tail let out a creaking metal sound as it uncurled from the body, smashing through several pillars. The sound was enough to get Franklin to look down, watching as the dragon woke from its ancient slumber. The Dragon slowly raised its head, looking at the thieves before it opened its maw and let out a thunderous roar, a roar that drowned out the screams of the humans as well as the approaching sirens of the fire trucks.

****

Pale blue LED street lights flashed across the windshield of the Ecto, the car heading down the street. Seth was driving, giving Nico the freedom to slink down in the passenger seat. They'd spent days trying to find Dakota, but there was no sign of him. They had been getting emergency calls from other states. Numerous franchises and teams were suffering losses and the workload was climbing. It felt like the world was off its axis.

"I can't believe they changed their name again, and picked a different liaison too. I can't keep track." Seth murmured, referring to their meeting with the government special responders.

"It's a normal process in bureaucracy." Gray replied, trying to type on his tablet despite the bumps in the road.

"They aren't some business; it isn't an issue of branding." Eli commented from behind Seth. Gray shrugged.

"It is still a measure of optics. Cost analysis and all of that... There's a fine line to walk. I think the reason they let the franchises stay open was that it was cheaper to subsidize our costs than to run a program themselves, but they need a backup just in case." Gray said.

"In case we all go missing?" Nico asked, breaking his silence. The others hesitated on how to respond to that. Nico crossed his arms, "I know my brother's in an alright place even if I never get to see him anymore, but Dakota? There are no leads... How many detectives have we talked to? And it's the same across the country. Colorado, Arizona, Seattle. It's like we're being picked off."

"We haven't... seen any patterns yet. It's a pretty dangerous job." Gray said, but he knew it was a feeble attempt. Nico sat up in his chair.

"I mean, we can't even ask Rerun to roll it back, to go back and save him, it's like he was targeted too." Nico said with more agitation. While Seth had been invested in the conversation, his eyes had been drawn to the horizon. The velvet night sky had been disrupted by a greenish gold aurora, light dancing across the heavens, rippling and shifting. He was about to ask the others if they saw it when he heard a chirping coming from his arm and his heart sank. The other Ghostbusters stopped talking as Gray leaned up and lifted the cloth flap covering a device strapped around Seth's arm.

"God I hate that thing..." Seth murmured.

"I know it's degrading, but it's the only thing that got you off of house arrest. We have to keep track of your PKE signal in case your condition worsens." Gray said, checking the pattern.

"And hey, it's gotta be better than staying in that tank of slime for three days to get back to your old self." Eli said hopefully. Seth pulled the Ecto over so Gray could safely fiddle, but as he watched the horizon the light show faded away again.

"So what's the verdict?" Seth asked softly. Gray shook his head.

"Nothing serious, just a faint sympathetic resonance." Gray replied.

"Good, I don't want to go on any more walkabouts to bug princes." Seth said, "Am I good to drive?" he asked. Gray nodded.

"Yeah, everything's back to baseline." he replied. Seth nodded curtly before he signaled and merged back onto the road, resuming their drive. Gray settled back into his seat, exhaling slowly. He knew it wasn't easy for Seth to deal with what was going on, but he was worried that the longer it went on, the more bitter and desperate he was getting. He wasn't sure how it would affect the team, let alone their relationship. The trip to New York had rendered a few innovations and ideas, but nothing to outright fix the condition. Gray would have to work even harder.

****

The television in the motel room was on mute, but the images it showed were more than enough information. Police were crawling over the museum, examining the crime scene and the reporters were everywhere. It was being called the theft of the decade. Only one hole in the ceiling, but an entire dragon statue was missing. The doors hadn't been touched, only a small area around the display disturbed. One detective guessed that the statue had been cut into pieces, but the two men in the room knew different. Franklin was sitting on the end of the bed, rocking back and forth gently.

"We gotta do something, we gotta call someone." he murmured. Kent turned from where he had been dismantling the tools they used.

"Who are we going to call? The Ghostbusters? We go to them, we get booked for the crime. They aren't gonna protect us, we woke up that thing." Kent replied.

"We can't just do nothin', you saw the way it came at us! It wanted to eat us, or worse." Franklin whimpered.

"Listen, even if we pissed it off, it's gotta be after the eggs, right? So we sell them and get on a jet and put half a world behind us. It'll be the buyer's problem. We won't have to worry anymore about it, okay?" Kent said before he went back into the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. Franklin groaned and laid back on the bed.

"Won't have to worry, what does he know?" Franklin muttered, though he sat back bolt upright as the bed shook, "Did you hear that?"

"All I heard was a lunatic coming apart at the seams." Kent replied, spitting out his toothpaste. As he straightened back up, though, something felt off. He froze in place, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end until he realized that his eyes weren't the only ones reflected in the mirror. Through the frosted glass on the bathroom wall, there was a distorted, gleaming green eye. Kent turned to run, but the glass shattered and a leathery golden hand reached in and grabbed him. Kent screamed as he was pulled out through the window of the motel.

The Dragon let out a deep roar before it pushed off, the wings flapping down powerfully. Every car in the parking lot sounded off with car alarms as several windows in the motel shattered, but the dragon was already in flight. Kent screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse, but the city had grown distant below him. He saw the Ross Island bridge, the Naito parkway, roads and buildings and then trees. Somewhere below was the zoo, he was sure, and then vast stretches of parklands.

As the dragon descended, Kent could smell that tang of dawn, of dew drop on grass, and then he hit and rolled and rolled. He coughed and sputtered, feeling the dirt and twigs dig into his flesh until he came to a rough stop. He coughed and sputtered, barely able to move, rolling over onto his stomach. That was when he felt the claw slide down his spine, not cutting the skin, but slicing through his clothing. The fabric fell apart, exposing his bare flesh to the morning air.

"Fuuuck!" Kent screamed out, sweat beading on his brow, his short black stubble not nearly enough to keep him warm as the sky turned from black to brown to green and gold, the sun climbing up slowly. The Dragon stood above its prey, looking far less metallic with each passing second. The gold colors had faded to earthy colors of fall, ranging from yellow and brown to new growth green tingeing the edges.

The dragon let out a hot breath, steaming into the morning air as it continued slicing down, cutting through the leather belt like it was nothing. Kent tried to crawl away, but the claw flipped around the other way, pressing against his neck. The human whimpered and went limp. The dragon slithered up slowly, its tail sweeping away fall leaves from the grassy hill as its large leathery sheath between its legs began to open, allowing a pointed, thick, ridged purple shaft to start emerging, glistening with pre.

"Please... Please, don't do this, I can get you back your eggs. Just don't kill me, don't-" Kent froze as he felt something hot, slick and thick slosh across his ass. His eyes widened sharply at that, realizing he wasn't going to be eaten... he was going to be used for something far different. He clawed at the ground, trying to get away. The Dragon snarled at that and unleashed a jet of fire that scorched a semicircle in front of the human. Kent stopped where he was, even as he felt the pointed tip start probing between his cheeks.

Maybe this was what people meant when they talked about instant karma... he stole, and now he was going to get fucked by the dragon he robbed. He knew the beast was huge, he likely wasn't going to survive the encounter. He gasped as the head of the dragon's shaft found his muscled ring and began pushing forward. There was another gush of the spectral precum, though to Kent's surprise, his ass started to tingle and relax, getting looser.

Despite his best interest, Kent licked his lips a bit. Maybe there was a chance, a tiny chance, that he would survive. He gasped sharply as the head of the draconic member pushed through his sphincter and entered his ass, and then slowly inch after inch started to slide up into him. The dragon was slow, pinning the human in place, but it was determined. Its rear hips slid forward, plunging more and more of its cock into its prey.

Kent moaned softly despite himself, his cock getting hard pinned against the wet, cold, hard ground. His muscles tensed, but to his surprise he pushed back against the cock intruding on him. The dragon let out a snort and then thrust harder, sliding Kent forward a bit. Kent pushed back, though when the dragon withdrew its shaft he was nearly dragged along the ground before the beast thrust again.

"Yes!" Kent shouted, blushing furiously as he said it, but he meant it. The dragon was inside him, so much inside him. He swallowed his concerns and looked down at his stomach as the dragon thrust. Sure enough, his belly distended around the huge shaft. It didn't make any biological sense, he should have been shredded to pieces, but he didn't care. It didn't hurt. If anything, it felt great. The thrill seeker in Kent grinned wider and he started pushing back against the dragon's advances.

The fire turned from red to blue, getting hotter around them. It took a lot of Kent's strength to hold onto the ground so he wasn't shoved around like some kind of fuck doll, but he rode that cock as best he could. His nipples were hard, his cock was aching, his muscles were throbbing. Drool leaked from his mouth and he hissed and howled, throwing his head back. He could tell the dragon was enjoying it too. The beast's eyes were squeezed shut, his head swaying from side to side as he thrust away.

Kent's moans climbed in timbre, crying out louder and louder until he screamed and his puny human load of cum shot out across the grass beneath him. He panted and moaned, going limp in sexual exhaustion even though the dragon was still fucking him. Kent couldn't believe how profound the experience was, but he also was surprised that when he went limp, he could feel so much more.

Every vein on the dragon's shaft, every shift of muscle tension, he could feel. That's why when he felt the dragon's tempo change, he was bracing himself for the orgasm of a lifetime. Kent summoned what strength he had left to dig into the ground and hang on, feeling the dragon's cock start to bloat. The dragon's tempo changed. His thrusts slowed, his grinding increased. The dragon snorted as he tried to get as deep as he could, huffing and puffing. The large dragon talons pierced deep into the earth, anchoring him and then Kent felt what should have been the biggest orgasm of any creature on Earth - but it was moving so slowly.

Kent's eyes shut as he focused on the cock lodged in his body, picturing what was going on. He could feel the bulge start at the base of the dragon's cock, edging forward, wriggling and shifting, moving inch by inch. There were muscles clearly at work, but it was like the cum was plugged up by something, blocked... But then Kent's eyes opened wide in shock and realization. He was being fucked by a male dragon... that had been guarding its young.

"Oh shit..." He whispered before he groaned suddenly, feeling the head of the dragon's cock widen out, growing fat and blunt like an equine member. The dragon hissed and snorted, smoke escaping from its nostrils. Kent felt his colon spread wide as something huge passed into it - ovoid, large, heavy. It slipped out of the dragon's distended urethra with a deluge of cum, letting the egg settle deep inside Kent's stomach.

Having completed its mission, the dragon pulled back, its long shaft sliding out inch after inch until a distinguished pop sound came, leaving Kent full of an egg, but empty of a mate. The dragon slowly rose to all four legs, stretching out its neck and tail before it pushed off. The wing clap was like thunder, shaking the trees around as the dragon pushed off into the sky, sailing away. Kent looked up, unable to move, watching the dragon go. He slowly looked back down at his rotund, bloated, round stomach. It seemed, one way or another, he had wound up with a dragon's egg after all.

****

The click of the handcuffs was louder than Franklin expected, the metal sliding into place around his wrists. He looked up at the officers that had accepted his surrender. He still had tiny shards of glass in his hair.

"Now you promised... You said you'd keep me safe." Franklin replied. Officer Wong smirked, looking to his partner and then back.

"Yeah, we'll keep you safe from ghosts and goblins alright." He replied, moving the prisoner toward the booking area. Franklin's heart was starting to sink a bit, but he still hadn't heard of any ghosts doing anything at a police station in a couple years. Maybe there was some sort of safety in numbers. As Wong took Franklin in, his partner got pulled aside by the captain.

"Has there been any word from SID about the evidence?" The elder man asked, his suit showing ink smudges around the cuffs from all the paperwork he had to do.

"We found the tools used in the job, dismantled, but there wasn't any sign of pieces of the statue or the eggs." The officer reported.

"Without catching them red handed, this case is a lot thinner. If this creep hadn't surrendered, we would be looking at an entirely different situation." The captain replied.

"Well, it sounds like he's already going for the insanity plea. He said the statue came alive and went after his friend." The officer smirked. The captain's eyebrow arched a bit at that.

"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss, you weren't there when the Portlandia statue waded into Willamette River and stuck her trident through a fishing boat." The captain said before he turned and went back to his office. The officer hesitated before catching up to his partner.

****

Bare feet sank into the gravel and dirt path with an uncomfortable, audible crunch. Each step was cold and mildly painful, but Kent had to get back to civilization. He'd managed to tie together enough scraps of his clothing to cover his most intimate region, but he still was on display for all the world to see. Worse than that, his stomach was distended as if he was nine months pregnant. He could feel the dragon egg resting in his stomach, sloshing faintly as he walked... and each time it moved, it sent a shiver of pleasure through his spine and down into his cock.

Kent blushed sharply. He should have been revolted or disturbed by what had happened, but while he had been terrified in the moment, he felt rather turned on. A ghost dragon had mated with him... and now he was carrying its young. He saw the irony, having stolen the eggs, but now he had that precious jewel inside him. He reached up and rested his hand on his stomach, appreciating the size and girth, how round it was... and then he felt something inside shift. The egg had cracked.

The Thief stumbled a bit, panting hard as the egg cracked and started to open inside of him, but it was not a corporeal dragon that was escaping. A rush of ectoplasm filled him, and then an intense tingling. Kent kept trying to walk down the path, but each step he took was different than the last. His toes throbbed as his toenails thickened and grew longer, curving down into sharp, thick points. The flesh of his toes began to spread over the surface of the nails, locking the newly formed claws into place.

A moan escaped Kent's lips, coming to a stop, reaching a hand out to lean against a tree for support. He panted, wriggling his toes as they stretched out longer, the knuckles getting bulbous and animalistic. The hand bracing against the tree changed as well, his fingernails digging into the bark, catching, stretching longer and thicker as they hardened into claws. His hand started to spread out wider, longer, thicker. New cords of muscle spread through it, giving it strength. Kent called out, his hand digging into the tree sharply.

As the thief growled and moaned, his teeth extended, sharpening into thick, wicked needle like fangs. Purple light spilled out from the center of his irises, filling his eyes. He closed them and groaned, stumbling forward. His draconic feet took easy purchase and he stopped in the middle of the track. Each breath of air filled his lungs with more oxygen. His chest expanded slowly, his ribs pushing away from each other. There was pain, but an odd sense of pride as well.

Just beneath the surface of the skin, there were muffled but audible pops, snaps, and groans. Kent's clawed hands closed and opened slowly, flexing as he braced himself. His back became rigid, bones segmenting and growing. Small lumps formed, pushing outward, forming small spade shaped spikes. The skin stretched, growing taut, trying to accommodate but failing. Tiny pinpricks of blood leaked out before dark earthy brown spikes emerged from his back.

"Fuck... Come to me... Bring it..." Kent moaned, a strange, mercurial grin spreading across his lips. The cold air slipped over his fangs as his tongue emerged. Even the writhing, wet organ began to contort, cramp, strain and then split on the tip into two points. The man fell forward, landing on all fours, his claws digging deep. His back arched as the flesh on either side of his spine started to thicken, toughening up, wriggling and shifting. He let out another call as his tailbone began to lift up from his pelvis. It surged outward, new bones and ligaments forming one after the other.

A scream of delight left Kent's lips as the tail filled out. It was the most amazing feeling of release he'd ever had, more than farting or burping, maybe even more than an orgasm. The tail continued to stretch, growing wider at the base. His ass cheeks were pushed apart as a result, but his sphincter was pulsating with stronger muscles than ever before. Kent groaned sharper, blood rushing to his manhood. He could feel it getting harder and harder by the moment.

The simple knot that had held the scraps of fabric together could not compensate for the change in mass. The clothing fell to the ground and a long, slightly curved, rather purple member sprung free, flicking purple precum across the gravel below. Kent let out a low hiss as the cold air hit his iron hot rod... and then another as it throbbed even larger. His claws dug deeper into the ground and he held on for dear life as his member stretched out another inch, then another and then even more.

The head of the changing member was pushing forward so fast that the skin around Kent's length was as tight as leather, but rather than straining the skin, it seemed to get stronger and tougher to compensate, shifting from a reddish violet to a distinctly purple shade. Tiny spines formed around the bottom edge of his head as the tip came to a point, and thick ridges began to spread down the underside an inch apart from each other like fanned veins.

Drool leaked from the fangs filling the human's mouth, but soon the saliva came in more copious waves. The fangs were pushing apart from each other, growing larger by the second. All those teeth needed more room to grow, and Kent's lower jaw popped and throbbed as it began to stretch out. The underbite was unbearable for a moment until Kent felt his sinuses open up like never before. His upper lip pushed out to meet the lower, and as both jaws expanded, his nose was stretched and flattened and warped until it was no more, melding into the muzzle itself. His nostrils became slits and hot air blasted out of them.

A tiny rain of delicate tinkling fell across Kent's shoulders and back as his hair fell out, leaving his scalp exposed to the elements. The spikes that had dominated his spine had already crested over his head, becoming more subtle as they reached the bridge of his muzzle. Kent's mass had already expanded well beyond his human size. His spine had added on inches in moments, his tail swinging behind him as bony spikes emerged from the tip in wicked curves.

The purple pre that had rained down onto the gravel beneath Kent had started to sizzle, steam coming off of it. The vapor wrapped around Kent and his flesh began to darken, color draining away from it. He looked cold at first, but that paleness became an earthy gray like slate, like basalt. His skin got tougher, becoming leathery and then even stronger. The gray color spread in waves, seeping up his legs, across his belly, wrapping around his ribs and seeping along his spine. From there it coated his tail and wrapped around his head.

Kent's heart was beating as one with the Earth; the air was no longer cold to his skin. His entire human life was starting to fade. His biological imperative had been met. The egg had hatched, it had birthed a new dragon. He lifted his head skyward and let out a roar that no doubt scared the elephants in the nearby zoo. As the call resonated through his changed skull, four last bursts of pressure erupted through his head as proud, tall horns sloped back from behind his brows. A new dragon had been born.

****

Franklin was lying on his cot, staring up at the cinderblock ceiling. Maybe his mother had gotten up on the wrong side of the hospital bed when he had been born. It was the only thing that explained his lifelong bad luck. Nothing seemed to work out no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he was going to prison for breaking and entering and grand theft, but anything had to be better than being ripped out of a window like Kent was. He had to be safe in there. He had to...

The criminal's faith was not warranted though. A fine gold dust began filtering in from the HVAC vent in the ceiling, dropping to the ground before it swirled and built up into claws, paws, legs and a body. The dragon's head craned down due to the low ceiling, but it let out a rumbling growl as it formed. Franklin sat bolt upright on his cot.

"HELP! Somebody help! It's here! You gotta get me out of here!" Franklin shouted, springing up to his feet and backing away from the dragon, looking at the door to the cell block. The dragon followed his gaze to the door, identifying it as the point where more humans could interfere. The dragon took in a deep breath before an icy blast shot out, pulling the moisture out of the air. A thick, rough shell of ice built up over the door and the frame, thickening to at least two inches thick.

Franklin's pleas fell silent at that. The dragon reached out, wrapping his claws around the metal before it pulled. The cell door groaned for only a second before it relented, snapping off. The dragon surged into the cell, taking up almost all of the space. Franklin was knocked onto his back on the cot and then the cot collapsed, falling to the ground. Franklin tried to scream out, but his cries were muffled as a thick, pointed purple tip pushed between his lips.

There were voices outside the room, shouts and calls. There was even a distant alarm, but no one could get through the door with the ice blocking it, no one could make it to Franklin. He knew he was all alone. The dragon pushed in deeper, sliding with eerie ease, its shaft defying any of Franklin's attempts to understand what was going on. He felt the hot length piston back and forth in his throat, his gag reflex completely gone. It felt like the beast was probing into his innermost depths, his very soul, and all he could do was take it.

As much as the shame and doubt and fear filled Franklin, there was an odd pleasure to being taken like that. His childhood memories of being last picked, forgotten, abandoned, they all seemed to numb. He was needed for something, he was desired. Franklin felt even more regret at having disturbed the dragon, but maybe this was how he would make up for it? His jaw felt so tired, stretched, worn out, but even in its diminished state, he felt a strange bulge forming. He tried to draw in breath but couldn't as the cock expanded, growing wider almost as if it was passing something through... and then he felt it.

It hit his throat like a wide piece of rubber, blocking him off and yet not choking him. His body reacted naturally, undulating, trying to use peristalsis to bring the object lower. Franklin's throat was stretched wide as the egg descended down, down, down. The dragon let out a growl and thrust gently, using its shaft to nudge the edge deeper until with a strange supernatural pop, it settled down into Franklin's stomach. As it came to its resting space, it began to expand and harden, stretching outward. Franklin's prisoner outfit grew snug and then rode up as his stomach rounded, protecting its precious cargo.

The dragon let out one last half-satisfied huff of breath before it exploded into a cloud of vapor and swirled back up the vent it had come from. Franklin gasped for breath, panting hard, gazing up at the ceiling. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands moved to his stomach, resting on the bulge, a prideful smile crossing his exhausted lips. He shivered a bit, the ice block making the room very cold... but inside he felt amazingly warm.

****

A maelstrom of red and blue flashing lights flooded the street, washing over the street and buildings, glinting off of the phones of the pedestrians filming the event. In the chaos, it took a moment for one more set of lights to get noticed. The Ecto turned onto the street, slowing as it moved among the cop cars. The white Ford Explorer covered with yellow and black caution striping and the crisp red no-ghost emblem soon turned a few heads, the pedestrians filming them as well.

"Get out of the way! We're driving here!" Nico shouted out of the passenger side. Seth pulled the vehicle over, the others getting out as the police officers moved up.

"Usually when we cross the line, it's you guys coming to us." Seth commented with a bit of humor, hoping to cheer Nico up. Nico was looking at the building, not catching the attempt at levity. The police chief gave a weary sigh and shook his head.

"Well, I feel like we should have come to you sooner, believe me... Two of my teams reported to the Cascade museum earlier, couldn't figure out how a whole statue got taken through a tiny hole in the ceiling. One of the perps shows up, turns himself in and then got sealed behind a magic ice wall. We've tried blow torches, minor explosives, we can't get the thing to budge. We were figuring maybe you have more experience in these matters."

"What was the statue that disappeared?" Gray asked, bringing out his smart phone. The police chief waved one of the file clerks over and asked him before turning back to the busters.

"It was the golden dragon of of Dinau... Dineaw..." The chief attempted.

"Dinéault" The file clerk finished. Gray kept working for a moment before his eyebrows tightened. He took a soft breath.

"The golden dragon of Dinéault was rumored to be an attempt by Merlin to bring peace to a blighted region. The legends say the French hamlet was plagued by dragons, and when they were hunted to near extinction, they started taking the townsfolk to 'replenish their supply'. Merlin created a vessel capable of holding their essence and channeling it to another plane where they could continue to live out their lives." Grayson read.

"You just googled that there?" The police chief murmured.

"Merlin built a ghost trap?" Seth asked. A group of scattered screams spread through the crowd as people started pointing to the roof. Purple light was building, coalescing and hardening into an earthy colored dragon. It looked around before letting out a mighty roar. Out in the night, a response came, another roar. Nico ran back to the ecto and grabbed binoculars, swiveling and trying to isolate the call. He bit his lip.

"It looks like this guy is replenishing his kind alright, there's another one coming this way." Nico said.

"And they're doing it in my precinct?!" The chief grunted.

"Eli, get in there, see if a slime stream can cut through that ice. If we adjust the condenser, we may be able to raise the temperature." Gray said. Seth took the phone from Gray and started reading down further through the article.

"The statue had eggs, Opal. If that's what the thief stole, he might have started this whole thing. What if they broke one of the vessels, broke the promise?" Seth asked.

"You're right. A vengeance vendetta would fit perfectly." Gray nodded.

"Opal can be made synthetically now. It's just hydrated silica... There's a place downtown that makes it." Seth said. Gray looked back at the phone and scrolled down, wincing a bit.

"There aren't any details on the structure of the opals in the statue, but if they can get the structure to resemble our containment grid-" Gray was interrupted.

"No, it has to elevate them to another plane. It can't just trap the energy." Nico replied, "It'll have to be like the naga crystal." he added, feeling a weight in the pit of his stomach thinking about how long his brother had been gone.

"We've got that on file. I'll take it over there." Seth said, turning to the police chief, "Sir, I'm going to need to commandeer a vehicle." he said with a grin. The police chief chuckled at that, turning to the crowd.

"Simmons, go with him! Make sure whoever he needs works as fast as possible." the chief ordered. The officer nodded and moved over, letting Seth into one of the cop cars. It wasn't long before it peeled off. Eli, meanwhile, had moved over to the Ecto to pull on his slime tank and strap in, getting ready to go in. Gray grabbed his giga-meter and Eli strapped on his trap pack with proton pistol just in case. Eli looked at Grayson.

"Are you glad he went, with the dragon making more of its kind?" Eli murmured. Gray gave a sad smile.

"I think that's why Seth jumped on that mission; he knew it was a risk." Gray replied. Eli nodded at that and started moving up the steps, Gray and Nico following. They pushed through the doors and disappeared inside.

****

The lights in the cell were flickering off and on, only a dull emergency light frozen beneath ice casting out a steady illumination of any kind. Somewhere behind the wall there was a gurgling, like pudding coming out of a hose. It was barely audible to Franklin. It tickled at the edge of his senses like a fly buzzing around. He was too busy staring at his body, watching his flesh ripple and change. His rotund stomach had been the first to shift.

At first it looked dry, desolate, like his skin was losing all moisture as it turned ashen gray, but then finite folds formed and a gully ran down the center. Branching plates of toughened hide coated the round stomach, and even Franklin's pectorals felt boxier, more square. He groaned, his toes curling and uncurling. A shiver ran up his spine when his toenails scraped along the brick wall, revealing just how much they had changed as well, sharpening and honing into claws.

His whole life he had been afraid... Too afraid to live, to learn, to step out into the waking world. Maybe he had been afraid of his previous life because he was meant for something more. He moaned, panting hard, feeling his heart race as his shaft began to stretch out longer and thicker, dripping pearlescent pre from the tip. Franklin practically started salivating looking at it... The dragon was gone, but he could still feel his mouth pried wide around that mighty member.

Franklin reached out and grabbed onto his shaft, starting to massage and finesse the skin. He could feel it fill with blood, bloating wider and longer with every passing second. He tugged and pulled on his cock, trying to make it longer, watching it rise up over his distended belly.

With each attention and ministration on the meat, it got tougher, darker, harder. The skin turned ashen gray, then obsidian black. The plump head surged outward into a point, and Franklin gasped as tough ridges began running down around his shaft. Tiny oval sections rounded outward, hardening almost like pearls. Franklin let out a hissing moan of joy, writhing on the floor, panting. Hot steam escaped his lips, but it wasn't the only source. The ice was starting to get milky near the door, turning pink as slime slipped up through micro-fissures in the ice. The ice started to glow, reacting to the positive charge of the slime. The anger of the ice was weakened and it began to soften, turning into slush.

The changing thief didn't care what was going on. He leaned forward, trying to reach his draconic member. As he struggled and strained, his neck craned forward, his body tried to meet his objective. His neck lengthened, filling out with more bones. His mouth throbbed and ached as it pushed forward from his face, his teeth getting sharper with each passing moment. His lips parted, a forked tongue emerging, stretching out like a giraffe's. It tickled the tip of the shaft until all at once Franklin gave it one more shot and plunged his own cock into his new muzzle. As he sucked and licked himself, his mouth surged out down around the shaft. His nose blunted and warped, flattening out into the muzzle. His ears sank into his skull, his hair sloughed off and his ass cheeks parted as a fat, wide tail slunk down between his legs.

Wet, sloppy, slurping sounds came as the changing dragon fed from himself. The lewd sounds only turned him on more until he came. A hot rush of purple ectoplasm spread across his tongue and he guzzled it down just as his back exploded with flesh and motion, wings unfurling. The door shuddered, impacted by something heavy, but still the dragon grew. Another impact, then another, and finally the remaining ice splintered. Gray and Nico fell into the room, grunting. Eli's eyes went wide, seeing the entire space dominated by a single creature.

"Guys, we're too late!" Eli said. Gray and Nico scrambled up just as the graphite colored dragon let out a deep roar and pushed out, squeezing through the door. Desks went sliding, file cabinets falling over as the dragon crossed the precinct, moving out of the front door. It reared up on its hind legs upon coming face to face with the cops. It let out a threatening roar, but to its surprise, there was another roar from up above. The dragon turned, seeing two more of its kind perched on the roof. The dragon turned, sinking claws into the cement walls, climbing up. The spiked tail swung, hitting a mailbox, sending it hurtling down along the sidewalk in tumbling arcs. Before long, all three were sitting on the roof, looking out at the masses below.

The lights from all the cop cars were still flashing on all the windows, spilling into the building through the broken front doors. The Ghostbusters sat at the apex of the interior damage, hearing the scuffling on the roof and shouts of police.

"Okay, that's not good. The police are already on edge... Their whole precinct has been taken over. It's a miracle they haven't opened fire already." Eli murmured.

"I think they know that shooting these things will only make it worse." Grayson replied.

"Seth isn't back yet... We need to buy time. I think the only reason they came here was to get their last child." Nico said. Eli started to look very pale.

"What are you saying? Why do I have a feeling it doesn't involve slime tethers?" Eli murmured. Nico reached out and patted Eli on the shoulder.

"It'll be alright. I have faith. We've seen this sort of thing work a dozen times already. We just need to keep them here until Seth gets back." Nico said.

"Alright, but if you end up in the decon tank because of this, I'm only feeding you healthy, organic food while you're in there." Eli said. Nico grimaced but nodded.

"If you must. Now, I better do what I can." Nico said, standing up and turning to face the door.

****

The old hatch to the roof opened, creaking a bit as Nico climbed up. He'd discarded his jumpsuit, instead wearing the black t-shirt and a spare pair of shorts from the back of the Ecto. He got up on top, standing up. The cool air whipped through his black hair, his dark eyes surveying the scene before him. The largest dragon was sitting on top of the HVAC unit for the police station, the two smaller dragons around his feet.

Nico felt strange walking into danger... It almost felt cold, calculated. He'd been turned into a satyr, tentacle monster, a partial bigfoot and even a truck. They had been an unstoppable force crashing through nearly immovable objects and coming out victorious almost every time... almost.

As the lone young man started walking toward the dragons, he felt his heart picking up speed. It wasn't because of the danger, no, it was from all the losses. Dakota, Lucas, Seth, Rerun. It felt like they were being chipped away, eroded. Nico's eyes settled on the largest dragon. They didn't have anything big enough to keep the dragons in place if they wanted to, and if it really was going to try and make more of its kind, then they couldn't let it escape. They'd never be able to catch up.

Nico intentionally slid his foot along the roof and the three dragons turned, looking at the intruder. The earth tone dragon slipped off the HVAC, nearly turning into purple mist before it stopped in front of Nico. The dragon lowered its head, taking a deep breath. Nico's hair fell across his face as the air was inhaled, and then blasted back. Nico didn't shudder, looking into the purple eyes before him.

"I think I have it... These two tried to steal your babies' vessels, and they broke one? They cut off your connection to your last child?" Nico asked. A deep reverberating growl escaped from the dragon's muzzle. Nico was undaunted, "Then use me, let me carry your last child." he called out. The dragon's wings slowly unfurled and Nico did feel a bolt of fear rush through him. If the dragon ran, it was all over, but the beast soon pulled its wings tight again.

As Nico stood there, the dragon tilted its head, rotating it slowly before it leaned in and opened its muzzle. Nico felt razor sharp teeth slide across his cheeks and ears before an undulating, purple tongue slithered between his lips. It was so large, so pointed; it was practically a weapon of mass seduction on its own. Nico tried not to gag as it filled his mouth and soon his own tongue was wiggling back.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his long quelled problem began to bubble back. He had lived a life devoted to sex before Eli, a life of excess in sexual stimulation... And something about kissing this massive beast was turning him on in all the right ways. Blood rushed to Nico's groin, but he soon moaned into the kiss as he felt it was more than that. His manhood was slithering down the leg of his shorts, soon emerging from the underside and passing his knee. He grunted hard as the tip came to a point, the edge developing several sharp points.

Nico's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the dangling shaft filled out, growing wider and thicker as a medial ring bloated out, veins pumping and expanding in numerous directions. The dragon continued its affections, sliding its tongue down Nico's throat almost all the way to his stomach. Nico's neck widened, but a green speckling began to appear on his adam's apple before it spread outward, wrapping around his neck and slipping up his chin.

Moments passed, more than a human could hold his breath, but Nico's bond with the dragon was unbroken. His chest started to fill out, his pectorals expanding until the t-shirt was tight against his body. The fabric rode up, showing a firmly packed set of green abdominal muscles. One of Nico's hands slipped up to stroke the dragon's cheek, the flexing fingers turning jade green as the nails turned black, stretching out into claws. The knuckles popped, the palm shifted and the hand became a wicked paw stroking the largest dragon's muzzle.

The other two dragons moved over, circling around Nico and the golden dragon. They leaned in and nuzzled, sharing their affection. Nico felt their muzzles press against his shoulders as they widened, his back as it lengthened. He was nearly knocked off his feet, but his thighs widened, his legs elongated and his toe claws dug into the roof to get a grip. He broke the kiss and gasped as a muzzle slipped around his sharp dragon cock.

The drake sucking Nico off rooted up his length, bobbing his muzzle back and forth before he got to the leg of his shorts. The fabric strained and ultimately tore, revealing a hairless, muscled groin covered in green scales. The golden dragon wrapped his wings around his brood, shielding them from the cool night air. Nico threw his head back, moaning out loud. His voice dropped in pitch dramatically as his jaw pushed forward, making room for larger, sharper teeth. His eyes filled with purple light and tiny droplets of blood ran down his face as ivory horns erupted from his skull. Two main, then a surprising three sets of smaller ones.

In the leathery embrace of the dragons, Nico's ribs pushed apart, his tailbone spooled outward with bone after bone as flesh and muscle wrapped around, creating a long tail that ended in several tentacle like prehensile whips. As the golden dragon unfurled his wings, the new green dragon let out a roar that echoed through the night. It was a roar of relief, of respite from sorrow, a roar that made Eli wrap his arms around himself below.

"How much time did that buy us?" Eli asked weakly.

"Not enough... Hopefully it tuckered them out." Grayson whispered softly. Eli considered for a long moment, looking at the ground, shaking his head.

"I can't let it be for nothing. We don't know how much of their original self remains in there. Maybe I can occupy Nico, buy more time." Eli said. Grayson looked over with a worried expression.

"And it would be too painful to be without him?" Gray asked. Eli looked vulnerable but nodded at that.

"I think I can feel what the dragons are going through, and if... if I can keep them from feeling it as much, if I can keep Nico from feeling it, if I can fill that hole in myself, maybe it'll be enough." Eli said. Grayson pulled Eli close into a hug and brought his forehead to rest against his teammate's. They'd been through so much together. It seemed like a terrible gamble. They'd fought and fought and fought and it seemed like there was less of themselves that they brought back with them each time. Gray knew he should have ordered Eli to stay, to fight, to persevere, but he didn't have the strength himself. He couldn't do that to his friend.

"Try to hold off as long as you can, we have to give Seth a chance." Gray pleaded. Eli nodded, his eyes looking a little misty.

"Thank you Grayson." He said softly before he turned, navigating through the throng of police officers. A deep thunder echoed from the distance, a storm front moving in. The clouds filtered the light, turning it from white to silver. Grayson inhaled and exhaled, looking up at the roof, seeing the silhouette of one of the dragons flying in the sky high above.

****

The hatch to the roof of the police station groaned slightly as Eli pushed through it, wincing at the sound, knowing that it was a hazard to his stealth. Several dragons turned to look at him as he stepped out. The wind felt cold as it blew through his long blond hair. He took a long breath, eyes scanning them all before he froze, spotting one dragon in the middle staring right at him. The dragon was a rich green, an ardent and natural green, a green that Eli had only seen once before. His eyes swept to the end of the dragon's tail, seeing the writhing mass of tentacles at the end.

"Nico..." He whispered softly, looking back at the dragon. Eli stepped out, crossing the rooftop, his feet crunching into the fine layer of gravel scattered across the tar paper. Eli walked about half the distance before he stopped, holding out his hand, "Nico, can you understand me? Are you still in there?" Eli called out. The skinny green dragon slunk closer, thinner and more agile than most of the other dragons. His long muzzle came down lower, amber eyes looking at Eli carefully.

Eli smiled gently and took one more step, rubbing Nico's muzzle. The dragon closed his eyes and chuffed, leaning into the hand, nuzzling it. Eli smiled with relief, his heart fluttering, wondering if perhaps he could buy the time they needed, if maybe he could connect with Nico. The green dragon pulled back and looked at the fragile human for a moment before he opened his muzzle. What came next happened so fast that Eli didn't even have time to make a sound. Nico had ejected some substance from his throat that hit Eli's wrist and pulled it back with enough force to knock him down. It sizzled and hardened against the rooftop, pinning his wrist.

The green dragon shot more of the goo, hitting his ankle as well. With its mate pinned, Nico slithered up and came over Eli, hunkering down. Eli grunted at the sudden weight pushing against him, then moaned as he felt the hot, throbbing, aching heat of the dragon cock against him. Nico was so big in every way, he could hardly believe it, but it seemed that his partner was intent on showing him. Nico slid his underbelly p against Eli until his pointed, fat dragon cock bumped Eli's lips. Eli tried to turn away, but he found it hard to resist. Despite the change, despite the growth, he still smelled like Nico... It had the same spice, the same musk, the same delicious salty aroma. This was his boyfriend, his lover, and the smell made Nico's cock and nipples hard almost at once.

Eli tried to turn away but he couldn't. His lips were stretched as the cock popped in and as soon as the first pearly drop of dragon pre hit his tongue, his eyes glazed over and he was drooling and suckling. The more he suckled, the more relaxed his jaw and throat seemed to be. The analgesic effect was potent and allowed Nico to push forward. The flesh and bone and ligaments stretched far more than they should have been able to, allowing Nico to pop right past his mouth and start sliding into his throat. Eli's head tilted back to make room and Nico moved around to match.

Nico pistoned in and out, back and forth, picking up speed and confidence. He and Eli had made love as many creatures and in many forms, but this was perhaps one of the best. He had shed most of his humanity, falling back on pure instinct. He was a child of the dragons, ready to breed and repopulate the species, and there seemed to be nothing sexier than coaxing the dragon out of his own lover. As he fucked Eli's throat, he could already sense the changes.

At first it seemed almost as if Eli was running out of air, his skin turning pale and then even blue. His lips got thinner, his skin got tighter, and soon that blue turned an unearthly shade. It wasn't a lack of oxygen, it was his humanity being corrupted. Eli's mouth stretched around the dragon shaft sliding in and out, giving Nico even more room to fuck. As Eli's jaw elongated, his teeth spread wider and taller, softening in order to grow before hardening back three times as hard as they had started.

There was no fighting it, no denying it. Elui knew this was Nico, his mate, his lover. There was no living without him, and the longer he took to be transformed, the more change Gray would have... but some growing part of him didn't want Grayson to win. He didn't want to give this up. There was so much less stress without trying to save the world. There was just love and lust and reproduction. Eli could feel his balls swelling, his cock growing. His muscled ass was pulling apart to leave room for a growing nub of flesh pushing out inch by inch, broadening at the base, turning into a tail.

Eli thrashed a little, shifting from shoulder to shoulder as his ribs expanded, his spine grew and new bones and ligaments stretched through his back. His flesh got lighter and lighter, blanching to pure white in places while the darker blue ran along veins and capillaries. His back contorted before the flesh began to tear, but it didn't reveal anything gruesome beneath. One wing unfurled, then another, revealing newly minted, scale covered flesh beneath. Eli's wings spread out beneath him, flapping madly against the rooftop.

Nico groaned and growled before throwing his muzzle back, letting out a draconic roar as he came. His huge cock bloated even further as his balls produced his precious dragon egg. It slipped down the length, bulging it out, the head conorting around before that slime filled, jelly shelled egg popped free deep in Eli's belly. Nico had never felt that good or that complete, but he felt even more in awe as he felt the sudden gush of slime as the egg inside Eli hatched and the energy was released in a blinding surge.

What had started at breakneck speed only accelerated as Eli's body surged with the new power. His blond hair began to fall like snow across the roof, revealing a smooth, scaled dragon head. His tail stretched outward, his wrists and ankles grew in size until the slime bonds shattered and he was released. His palms grew into paws, his feet grew larger, his face contorted, clicked and popped into its new shape as he took on his muzzle. The frosty pale blue in his scales spread out until the last of his human skin, and in fact his humanity as a whole, disappeared. Eli had become one with the dragons and one with his mate.

****

Sunlight streamed through the windshield of the cop car, glinting off of the equipment. Seth had to admit, as cramped as he felt in the Explorer with all their equipment, cops had it worse. The awkwardly placed computer, the metal bars, not to mention the lack of legroom, he felt quite cramped. Still, it was better than being shoved into the back of one like when he was in his rebellious phase.

Seth looked down at the purple rose opal egg sitting in his lap, his long goatee draping down his chest. Normally a synthetic opal that size would have taken months to complete, but with some ingenuity and an unlicensed nuclear accelerator, great things had become possible. It still wasn't as majestic as the natural opals that had originally been part of the statue, the luster followed an almost mathematical mesh inside the stone... but it had to be enough, it had to work. Seth looked back up as they came around the corner, the barricades still in place from the night before. The cop car came to a stop and Seth squeezed out, looking around. Grayson ran over, hugging Seth carefully.

"Thank god you're here..." Gray said softly. Seth looked around.

"Where is everyone?" Seth asked.

"Well, uh, after Nico bought us about two hours, the dragons started looking restless, so Eli went up and joined them too. And then one officer did as well." Gray whispered. Seth's eyes went wide.

"Really?!" Seth asked. Gray nodded.

"Come on, if this doesn't work, I don't know what will." Gray said. Seth nodded, following Gray into the building.

****

The climb was a bit perilous with such precious cargo, but Gray and Seth ascended steadily to the rooftop, smelling the sweet scent of cinnamon spice drifting on the air from a bakery down the street. The light caught the opal as well, shimmering brightly. Their presence was quickly detected by the six dragons. The beasts turned to look at the new additions to their family, though the golden dragon froze in place for a moment when it saw the purple egg in Seth's hands.

"We have come in good faith to renew the promise made by those that came before us... To let your spirits live in peace in another realm, to allow both of our kind to prosper." Seth said. The golden dragon approached, the gravel on the roof vibrating with each step until the massive beast leaned down and sniffed the egg, its breath blasting across the glassy surface. The vapor clung to the crystal, fogging it up before it evaporated again. The dragon's lips curled a bit before it brought its muzzle down around the egg, taking it into its mouth for a moment, rising back up.

"What is it doing?" Gray whispered, moving over to Seth's side.

"How should I know?" Seth asked back. The dragon's pale green eyes looked back at the humans, staring deep into them before a decision was reached. The dragon tightened its jaws, the sharp fangs shattering the opal. Splinters and shards of the artificial crystal rained down across the rooftop, catching and scattering light in a thousand different directions. The golden dragon lifted its head and let out a fiery plume that melted every last remnant of the crystal in its mouth. Seth shouted for Gray to move but Gray stood there, feeling as if their last chance had been destroyed. Seth grabbed on to his arm and tried to pull him and Grayson followed after like a rag doll. When the two turned, however, they found their escape route cut off by a very lean, very fit green dragon with a tail ending in tentacle-like whips.

"Nico..." Grayson whispered. Seth grunted and turned, heading the other direction.

"We have to try the fire escape, there has to be another way down." Seth murmured. He caught sight of the metal ring that acted as a sort of safety cage for a ladder off the roof, but before they could make it there, a shadow swept across them as a pale blue dragon touched down, turning to face them. Its mane of leaf-like feathers blew in the breeze and it let out a high pitch snarl.

"Eli..." Grayson whispered. Seth growled sharply.

"It can't end like this, we have so much to do still!" Seth said, looking back at Gray, "I'm going to lower you down the side, okay? We'll get the cops to help catch you."

"Seth..." Grayson whispered. Seth didn't reply, merely moving with Gray toward another edge of the rooftop. Every direction they went, another dragon cut them off. Seth stood in front of Grayson, trying to protect him and shield him. The acts were futile, but they impressed the golden dragon. The covenant that had been forged with the humans had been broken and it had nearly cost him the connection to his children. The humans could not be trusted ever again, and his new clutch would need strong protectors.

While the smaller dragons cut off any point of escape, the golden dragon swept around the two trapped humans before he hunched down, bringing its long neck and pale green eyes in line with Seth. Seth looked at the creature to try and gain insight, to figure out what it was thinking, but as they met eyes, Seth felt the dragon peering in far deeper than he had expected. It reached in deeper and deeper, slithering into his soul, his pale frosty green eyes almost throbbing and pulsing with energy. With each passing moment that energy grew stronger and stronger, matching with Seth's heartbeat, matching with his body and his mind and his soul.

The dragon lingered there, feeling the psychokinetic vibrations of the human and how much closer to the supernatural he was already. The golden dragon let out a soft purr, a vibration, a chuff that resonated in its immense chest and also in Seth's. The dragon found so many sympathetic memories that just needed a little coaxing. Seth had always been the protector, the champion, the guardian... now he would be the perfect dragon. Seth's memories started to shift and slither inside his mind. As the dragon's breath left his nostrils, it was inhaled by Seth and drawn into his lungs. The two went back and forth, connected deeply, intimately, and completely.

"Seth?" Grayson called out, alarmed by Seth's sudden stillness. It was the only thing that shook him out of his own stupor. Gray started to pull and tug on Seth's arm, "Seth, we have to go!" he pleaded, but Seth was frozen. "SE-" Grayson's cry was muffled as a leathery paw wrapped around his mouth, pinning him to the ground. Grayson grunted hard, wriggling and shifting, trying to get free, but the green hand covered his face, muffling his shouts. Nico knew this was for his leader's good and he used his other paw to lift Grayson's legs and hips upright, revealing them to Eli.

The blue dragon swept over, using his sharp talons to cut through Grayson's pants, knowing that such feeble fabric would pose only a moment's hindrance. As the scraps of cloth fell to the roof, the human's bare ass was exposed. Eli reached down, running a clawed paw over his spined, ridged draconic member, feeling how achingly full it was. They were all born ready to breed, ready to repopulate, ready to spread their kind across the world. It seemed only right that Grayson would be the next to join their family.

Grayson called out more as he felt something fat, pointed, and ridged began pushing into him. He grunted, toes curling and uncurling. The last time he'd had anything that big or hard inside of him, it had been because Seth had been transformed at the time. Grayson growled and grunted, but he couldn't help but gasp in surprise as Eli got in far enough to push past all resistance. The dragon's cock slid deep into his belly, gushing with ectoplasmic precum that started to tingle and throb throughout his body. Eli hissed a fine cold mist, the vapor freezing across the gravel below before the dragon moved to kiss Nico, their tongues tangling.

Without Grayson to protect or defend, Seth was left defenseless as the golden dragon reached deep into his soul. Seth's memories tinged and twisted, his childhood now marked with the presence of two very stubborn ivory horns, his rust colored hair contrasting with stone colored skin, the other students commenting on his black claws and his scales. When he walked on another world with Rerun, his wings had helped him to fly, when he'd made love to Grayson it had been with the majestic cock of a dragon, and when he'd cum, it had barely been able to hold back the rush of releasing dragon eggs upon the world. Seth was no human, he was a dragon.

Seth fell forward suddenly, grunting hard, groaning. His skin darkened in spots and splotches, hard scales forming from his fair skin, largest at the corner of his jaw before graduating to smaller and smaller spots across his cheeks. His fingers drug through the grit and grime of the rooftop, but as his fingernails caught on the bits of stone, they stretched out longer and rougher and thicker. They curved and sharpened, darkening from ivory to gray to black. The stain spread up his fingers, his flesh turning to a dark stone like grey.

The new guardian's uniform rippled and wriggled as his body changed and contorted. His pants tented painfully as blood rushed into his erection with such pressure and volume that it was forcing his cock to stretch longer and fatter than ever before. The skin grew taut and tight like stone before firm, complex ridges and bumps formed along its length. It turned from red to purple to black, the head warping and changing, taking in a pointed tip before the rim of the meaty head became rough, tight, even stinging as tiny barbs formed around the edge to help lock him inside any mate.

Seth thrust back and forth uncontrollably and the barbs caught the material of his jumpsuit, dragging and graying, cutting through the fibers until they snapped and his huge dragon cock erupted into the open air. His balls began to swell and grow in response, the complex anatomy changing quickly and completely. His intestines reoriented themselves, his esticles changed, and new organs unlike any other species on Earth began to form. Seth's throat ached and burned as new glands formed to attack and defend. New glands formed around his swelling and bloating anus to allow him to mark territory and mates.... But most of all, his balls began to swell and grow as they became something else entirely. They weren't just a means of producing cum, they were becoming factories to create jelly dragon eggs to pass his essence off to humans and to convert them.

"Father, fill me! I need to be one of us!" Seth moaned, his words slipping out of a mouth filled with teeth that were too sharp and too big for a human jaw. The golden dragon looked at its newest creation with pride, knowing it was time to grant his son's wish. The dragon surged forward, looming over Seth. Seth caught only a glimpse of the mighty member before his jaw was pried wide and that sharp, long, thick tool slid over his tongue and down his throat. The dragon started to thrust at once, nothing was going to hold it back.

Across the roof, Grayson was being impaled by Eli's cock, spearing up deep into his stomach. The flesh seemed furious, irritated and rough around the edges, but it wasn't blood or bruising that was staining Gray's skin. His skin had grown as tough as leather, the pigment turning to a rich crimson red with black veins between the scales. It spread across his muscular ass as a tail stretched outward, whipping around, kicking the gravel. The red skin spiraled up his legs that were hiked in the air and each beat of his heart pushed more and more blood to his extremities as his toenails grew out into claws.

Kissing Eli was glorious and seeing him change the human was even better, but Nico didn't want to be left out. He gave his mate one last slobbering kiss of the tongue before he pulled back and looked at Gray. His cock was swelling and changing, he had his tail growing, his feet were stretching into paws, but it was all from the waist down. The poor human needed more help changing! Nico maneuvered carefully, bracing his chest against Eli's, standing up on his hind haunches before he crouched down. One paw moved, maneuvering his massive meat to Gray's moaning mouth. Once more his cries were muffled, but this time by the huge cock filling his other end.

The two rose and fell, sliding back and forth, fucking Gray from both ends. The former leader's anatomy had been changing to accommodate his new draconic lifestyle, but with the potency of two dragons filling him, he was changing even faster. His body was practically a sleeve, a conduit allowing Eli and Nico to connect. The two fucked furiously, the changes pumping through Grayson all the faster.

Each time that Nico pulled back, Gray's mouth stretched to follow after the retreating cock. His jaw elongated and made more room for his teeth to grow. His tongue extended, his eyes turned black, his face was dominated by the red leathery flesh and his black hair began to shed. Tiny drops of black blood leaked from his thickening hide as black horns erupted through his forehead, then his temples, then his skull. His ears sunk into his head, forming audio sensing membranes as the scales rolled across the back of his head and down his neck, fanning out into shoulders that were thickening and broadening with each passing second... but they weren't growing nearly as fast as Seth's were.

With the direct connection to the golden dragon, Seth felt as if he was truly coming alive. The dragon had mounted Seth, filling his maw, stretching his throat beyond any human capacity. It plunged all the way down to his stomach, filling him entirely. Seth's uniform had stretched to capacity as fabric groaned, stitches strained and ultimately gave out. His pant legs burst to reveal stone gray haunches. His shoes tore out as massive clawed talons sprawled out from huge paws. The upper portion of his jumpsuit rippled like a tent in the breeze as his back seemed to double in width, stretch in height, and then his wings tried to unfurl.

The sound of tearing fabric came just before one massive leathery bat wing spread outward, followed by another. Seth's wings weren't quite draconic. They had hints of a gargoyle and a metallic sheen to them almost like the bugs he had become. Seth had carried traces of his other forms forward, but the golden dragon knew that would only make him stronger. The golden dragon shivered as his cock pulsed, starting to throb and shudder. Seth felt the movement pass from his lips to his throat and down his esophagus. The pointed, spined head of the dragon's cock expanded, stretching outward, the urethra more than tripling in size before a huge, gooey, slime filled egg slipped free of the dragon's cock and landed in Seth's stomach. It was big enough to fill it entirely, his stomach bloated out slightly from it.

For a few moments, the egg sat in Seth's stomach before the membrane dissolved and the slime erupted outward. The changes that had started accelerated and spread outward. Every trace of pale skin, of freckle, of Seth's human life was eroded away. His abdominal muscles hardened as firm, tough, armor like plates formed to protect his underside. Spines and spikes pushed through the skin along his spine. His arms bloated and grew as they got beefier. His hands spread wider and longer, his wrists doubling in girth.

Seth's face burned as it stretched out into a muzzle, his nose amalgamating into the overall mass as his nostrils flared. The hair fell from the sides of his head and what remained down the middle began to flare and thicken, splintering and graying until it took on a light, airy, feathered appearance. The plume was majestic and regal, but it was not quite the same fate that awaited Seth's coveted goatee. While his hair had turned into feathers, the long strands got thicker and tougher, taking on the consistency of thread, then yarn, then rubber and finally leather. The long tuft hung down from his chin in a cloister of leathery tendrils that were thick and almost hypnotic, the rusty red color contrasting the dark stone colored scales that covered his long muzzle.

Seth shuddered, feeling his mass grow to its full potential as his spine lengthened, pushing out past his muscled ass as his tail surged to three feet, then five, then nine. The tip grew tough and irritated before several dangerous barbed spikes erupted on all sizes, scraping the roof as it swung back and forth. Seth moaned, the vibrations filtering up through the golden dragon's cock as Seth felt himself come into his own. His balls throbbed and burned with a passion unimaginable, full to the brim, fuller than any other dragon. His balls had to be nearly the size of a human, and it seemed they were more than ready.

In that blinding light of passion< Seth felt himself start to cum. His prostate, his balls and everything in-between worked together to usher forth his load... but it wasn't just about semen anymore. Seth's eyes watered with lusty pleasure, his entire body buzzing. His cock throbbed, his cock head pulsed, and his urethra spread as he felt a dragon egg slide down his long, fat cock before oozing onto the roof of the building. It burned, it stung, and yet it felt so amazing as his cock unleashed an egg... and then another... and then another.

Pride filled Seth's chest as he realized instinctively that these weren't just eggs full of energy. These were his children, his sons, guardians like him... They would inherit his appearance, his abilities. They could stare into the soul of humans, he could turn them to stone if needed. They would be hyper fertile and eager to serve, ready to spread and to guard their kind. Seth moaned harder and thrust back and forth as he laid his first clutch, pusing out six eggs, then nine, then twelve. His cock felt stretched and abused but in all the right ways as he laid his thirteenth and final egg - at least for the moment. It gushed out, covered in cum, landing in the wet pile. The shells glistened like gray pearls, drenched in their father's seed.

Seth reluctantly pulled back from the golden dragon's cock, licking his long muzzle. The golden dragon leaned down and gave his new son a kiss and a nuzzle before grunting. Without words, Seth knew his purpose. He was to guard the rooftop while he recovered, to guard the eggs and the new recruits while the rest of them spread outward. Seth turned, sniffing the air, his eyes locking onto a writhing heap of multicolored flesh near the fire escape.

Eli and Nico had gone wild, roaring and howling as they came, each of them depositing a slime egg into Grayson from each end. His humanity had already been burned away by the carnal act of love making, but being mated by two dragons had apparently had an influence. Grayson's aching black dragon cock had stretched across his armored underbelly to where his nipples had once been, but with two eggs lodged inside of him, the cock throbbed and bloated before making a wet, slick tearing sound. The huge cock divided into two, connecting to a fat, plump sack full of four dragon balls.

The sickeningly sweet sound of flesh splitting continued as his pert, full tail began to pull apart half way down, coming to two independent tips. The red and black wings slapped the rooftop as the dragon head lolled back. Grayson seemed well spen as Eli and Nico withdrew themselves from him, but thanks in part to Nico's insatiable energy, the two still had more energy to give. The golden dragon let out a mighty roar, sharing the command. They were no longer on the defensive. It was time to ensure their kind would be safe from the humans. Those that could be converted would join them, the rest would be no more.

The air filled with the thunderous clapping of wings as one after another dragon took off. Franklin and Kent were first, but Eli and Nico soon followed. The golden dragon looked at Seth with a knowing expression, entrusting him with Grayson and the clutch. Seth bowed his head. With that solemn oath, the golden dragon moved to the edge of the rooftop and pushed off. The police were already scattering, trying to make it to their cop cars as dragons came down from above. Some grabbed onto the police officers by the shoulders with their hind legs and flew away with them. Others pinned them to the ground.

One bald officer howled as a dragon's cock sliced right through his pants and underwear and speared into him. With a quick gush of dragon pre to keep his body from tearing itself apart under the strain, the dragon started to thrust and go wild. Each thrust pushed its essence into the cop, growing his body until it tore through the uniform, replacing the glint of his badge with the glint of his horns and claws.

The police officers fell in short order even as the sounds of their gunfire rang out. The bullets deflected harmlessly off the dragon scales. A few of the police even tried to make it to the Ecto, to try and use more potent weapons, but none of them made it. Eli and Nico landed on the explorer, cracking the windows with their weight, the siren letting off one last pitiful wail as the blue and green dragons pounced on any that dared get close.

The humans dwindled in number as dragons replaced them. There were dragons of every shade and every creed, each showing off unique tails and horns, colors and scales. Webs of dragon sperm covered the steps and walls of the police station. The police cars were slashed and cut up, dragon talons cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. Screams and howls were replaced with roars and growls. A shadow circled across the street as the golden dragon watched from above. They had been fools to trust the humans with their safety. It was a mistake that would not be made again.

****

The Pacific Northwest had changed over the years. Ivy and blackberries dominated the landscape. What was left of Portland's downtown stretched out of dense forest like forgotten monuments. Some of the windows had broken, some of the floors had collapsed, giving them uneven, more naturalistic facades. Fog hung along the Willamette. There were no sounds of cars or planes, of pets or people. The fish were plentiful, the birds were numerous, but the dominant form of life came from the clusters of dragons sailing through the skies or roosting on various rooftops.

It was a peaceful life that came as easy as a dragon's breath. They woke, they fed, they fucked, they bred, and they slept. The dragons had spread across the world until only they remained. There were occasional squabbles, but nothing like what the humans had managed. In the end, any disagreement over food or territory could be negotiated with a good mating, and few were quite as skilled at it as those that had first been turned by the golden dragon.

Deep in the heart of Portland, that first group of dragons remained together. The hot, wet sounds of rough fucking filled the lazy afternoon air as Seth's huge, fat dragon cock filled Gray's bloated belly with his fifth load of the day. Gray was sprawled out on top of Eli and Nico, filling each of them with one of his twin cocks, and each of them were nursed on by Franklin and Kent. The air was so thick of the smell of cum and sex and eggs that it almost was a sort of fog, but the golden dragon wouldn't have had it any other way.

They had tried once for peace, but the humans had been a threat. In the end, they had served a far greater purpose. The dragon had all of its children back - and now he had grandchildren, great grandchildren, generation after generation of progeny. They were plentiful, they were healthy, and they were safe. The golden dragon let out a snort of smoke from its nostrils as it curled up, resting atop Seth's newest clutch of dragon eggs, content to keep them warm until they were ready to hatch and join their family.