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To Defeat a Dragon

By Danath

Characters © FridayOtter & Korboryn

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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"Ha ha ha! Don't worry - one measly dragon isn't enough to stop me! Aha ha ha ha ha!"

Friday the Barbarian tipped back his head as he laughed, both hands on his hips. A mob of village children swarmed around him, tugging at the large metal plates and leather armor strapped to his shoulders and legs. True to his barbarian nature, however, the muscular otter wore nothing over his torso, leaving his chest bare to show his courage in the face of the enemy. A simple leather loincloth hung from his waist while his greatsword was slung across his back.

With shoulders twice the width of his own hips, there was no doubt the bulky, muscular barbarian could wield the impressive weapon. It was nearly as tall as he was, with a shiny platinum hilt embedded with sacred crystals. Wielding it, the barbotter was nearly invincible, even without his other abilities. The moon-shaped talisman dangling over the slabs of pecmeat on the otter's chest, for example, boosted his natural healing abilities, while the taut, shiny obsidian bands squeezing around the tops of his thighs under his loincloth boosted his agility and speed. A matching pair dug into his obscenely thick biceps, granting his upper body the same overcharged boosts.

"But, Sir Friday, surely you don't mean to face the beast alone?" called a voice from the crowd.

Friday laughed again, making his huge chest bounce as the bright morning sun glinted off his dense brown pelt. The thick fur on his chest splayed, showing more clearly the outline of a large padlock in white, matching the creamier fur on his neck and the lower half of his muzzle.

"There's only one enemy, so one adventurer should be enough! I'm not so weak as to face an opponent with a disadvantage!"

To the cheers of the villagers who paid the guild handsomely to secure the services of an adventurer to rid them of the threat the dragon posed, Friday strolled down the main dirt road leading away from the town, past the well-maintained green fields lining the path, towards the mountains in the distance. No longer in view of the villagers, Friday's cheery demeanor evaporated and his eyes narrowed. His jaw squared as he focused his gaze ahead, mentally preparing himself for the battle to come.

"Be ready, dragon..."

It took three days to reach the dragon's lair on foot, though the dragon would cover the distance far more quickly by air. Friday was used to living in the wilderness and arrived none the worse for wear outside the entrance to the enormous cavern where his prey lurked. The barbarian unsheathed his sword and stabbed the tip down into the ground so that it punctured the rocks and stayed upright, then grabbed a small pouch hanging from his hip.

From the bag of holding, he grabbed a few items to prepare himself for the fight, but most important was the improved potion of resist fire he purchased for just such an occasion as this. Not only would it protect him from the dragon's flames, but it would even heal him and bulk him up even more.

The otter wiped his muzzle on his forearm and tossed the empty bottle off the side of the mountain where it tinkled into pieces quite some time later, barely echoing up through the gusting winds to the barbarian's round ears. There was a grinding sound when he tugged his sword free and dropped the flat part of the blade over his shoulder before entering the cave.

While the outermost entrance was natural, rocky, and covered in lichen, a few dozen feet in the passageway changed considerably. Slabs of shiny, polished marble formed the floor with intricate patterns of white and gray. The walls, while left somewhat natural, were carved and smoothed over. Torch holders were carved in as well, and as Friday advanced down the wide, tall hallway, they lit up in turn as he passed, illuminating the tunnel.

"A warm welcome from a dragon," the barbarian muttered to himself. His paw wrapped a bit tighter around the hilt of his sword as his tail swayed back and forth behind him. Though he looked relaxed, he was ready to leap in any direction at the slightest provocation, be it a trap or an enemy.

Away from the traps, towards the enemy - a barbarian's executive decision flowchart was dead simple.

The hallway gradually opened up until the ceiling suddenly rose dozens of feet taller. A ring of pillars a dozen feet thick each formed a circle around a central pit filled in with thousands of treasures and coins to the point the invaluable materials spilled over the edges and down onto the marble floor below like a wave in an overfilled pool. Paintings, statues, and other luxuries in all sorts of materials and appearances littered the enormous cavern, with some hung and displayed, others piled into stacks or encased in linens and leathers.

Friday continued to walk, but much slower now that he could see his enemy. The dragon. The enormous creature was asleep on top of the mountain of gold. The otter watched as the dragon's muzzle opened and closed slowly, timed with the rhythmic inhale and exhale of his massive torso. The dragon was big, alright, just as the reports said. Though Friday towered over most regular people by several feet, he could tell the dragon had him beat in terms of size. Judging from the way the big male's blue scales curved around bulges of muscle along his arms and legs, Friday wondered if perhaps he was beaten in terms of strength, too. For the moment, anyway.

The otter took a deep breath, sucking air into his huge chest, before letting out a bellowing roar.

"Dragon! Your enemy has arrived!"

As the echoes of the otter's challenge faded, the sound of tinkling metal reached Friday a few dozen feet from the horde. Crowns, goblets, coins, and gems scattered as the enormous dragon's arms and legs stretched out in either direction as he lay on his belly on top of the fortune. A broad pair of blue wings extended from his backside, looking almost like a second pair of arms. The "fingers" extended outwards and, thanks to the tough beige webbing between, provided enough lift even for a beast so massive. The secondary armwings were enormous, even bigger and more powerful with muscle than his actual arms, which soon pushed his broad torso upright.

Friday waited, watching with growing impatience, as the muscular dragon's blue scales stretched across his back and sides. Like his arms, the dragon's thighs were huge, powerfully built, and easily capable of carrying the behemoth body above. Horizontal ridges of overlapping beige scales formed layers across his bulging pecs and deeply cut abdominal muscles like plates of form-fitting armor.

The dragon's massive tail swung through the horde of treasure, creating a valley in the gold as it swished slowly side to side. It was incredibly thick at the base, wider around than Friday's shoulders, but tapered off to a point. As long as the dragon was tall, the wide blue tail featured dangerous looking twin rows of black spikes down the top that merged into one near the black tip. The underside was coated in the same ridged armor-like beige scales as covered his chest and belly.

Friday took it all in, studying the dragon intently. A good warrior used knowledge as well as brute strength, and while barbarians weren't known to be that bright, they at least knew how to survive. And Friday was very good at surviving. The otter gripped his sword tighter as he watched the dragon's legs swing around. Huge black talons dug into the floor as the broad torso leaned forward.

Finally the dragon's head turned towards Friday. It was wide, with a flat top. Covered in the same rich blue scales, there were of course the usual assortment of tremendously sharp, large white teeth, black eyebrow ridges, and horns that grew backwards over his excessively thick and tough neck. Though short, his neck was impossibly wide, making it appear stunted, though as Friday watched the huge, broad muzzle wrinkle up into a fearsome snarl, he knew that wasn't the case for the enormous and muscular opponent before him.

Though Friday expected a growl or roar in return, the dragon's snarl instead turned into a deep, long yawn.

"Awwwwnnngggghhhhhhfff... oof, I was really asleep there, huh?" the dragon asked, grinning as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I try to make sure I greet you adventurers properly."

Friday dug his claws into the marble, readying his stance and enhancing his grip. The hilt of his sword glowed as he activated its magic.

"You will not terrorize those villagers anymore, beast!"

A huge, muscular blue arm waved at the barbarian as the other big blue arm pushed across the dragon's face, stifling a second yawn.

"Nggh, sorry, still sleepy. Anyways, I wasn't terrorizing anyone. There's not enough gold in that village to bother with."

Friday furrowed his brow, confused by the dragon's trickery.

"I don't believe you. In any case, I came here for a fight, and I'm not leaving without one. My name is Friday, and your life will end by my blade on this day, dragon!"

"Yeah, okay," the dragon grunted.

The enormous bulk of muscles and scales and wings turned to face Friday, standing up to his full height, and spread his impressive wings far to the sides. Leaning forward, the dragon curled his arms around in front of himself and flexed, causing quite a lot of movement under the scales. "Brave adventurer, behold your doom! I am Torvanskir, and none shall steal from me!"

"Rawwwrrr!"

Friday charged forward, sword in both paws above his head. He sprinted across the gap between him and the dragon, fearlessly rushing in for close combat - hopefully before the dragon could activate any long-range spells. His broad paws slapped against the marble floor as he swung the huge greatsword, bringing it down in a line directly with the center of the dragon's forehead.

*CLANG*

A jarring tremor ran up Friday's arm so intense his paw spasmed and dropped the greatsword, which clunked to the floor at his feet. He fell backwards onto his rump, both paws in front of him as he watched them shake. The powerful barbarian hadn't felt anything like that since he was a whelp in training learning to slice through iron poles...

"Ow."

The dragon held up a finger, carefully licked the tip, and then stretched his arm up to rub at the small mark on his forehead left by the sword.

"That's better. Now, is it my turn?"

Friday grabbed his sword and scrambled to his feet, forcing his tremoring fingers to clasp the hilt and draw the point upwards. The blue and beige dragon's whole body leaned forward, wings still spread, until his elbows nearly crossed in front of his bulging pecs. Friday readied himself for anything as his eyes watched the enormous muscles contract and bulge beneath the scales, making the enormous male look even bigger than before.

As Torvanskir pulled his arms back, then out to his sides, a gusting breath of air released from his open muzzle. There was a spark as his arms rose and his wings stretched, then the dragon's chest ballooned several more inches.

"Roooooooooooooooarr!"

A smoking, billowing plume of fire sprayed from the dragon's wide muzzle, causing the air to shimmer and weave above it. Friday drew back his sword, eyes glinting red as the flames approached, and swung two-handed into the spell, roaring right back at the dragon.

The flames split in two, and then both exploded with twin eruptions of smoke and fire. Torvanskir's jaw snapped shut and he let out a sigh as a few embers dropped from his chin onto the marble floor.

"Shame... I just got the scorch marks out from last time, too," he said.

The billowing smoke slowly cleared and Torvanskir's eyes widened a bit as he realized the figure of the muscular otter remained - not just in one piece, not just standing, but stronger than ever before. The dragon's nostrils flared as he smelled the magical power growing inside the barbarian's muscular body. He could see the currents flowing, gathering into the brown pelt, forcing the barbarian to grow physically larger in order to contain all that power.

"How? A potion of fire resistance? But that wouldn't let you grow like this, would it?" the dragon asked in a musing tone of voice. His eyes dipped lower, to where the barbotter's short, thick legs swelled substantially, though his knees were soon hidden by the large, round pair of balls soon hanging from the otter's hips, accompanied by a sheath easily as wide as the otter's thigh.

"Rrrrrrgghhhhhh!"

Friday leaned backwards, arms stretching his chest towards the dragon, as the belts of his leather armor snapped. Pauldrons and shoulder gear fell away as his bulging body swelled with power. He no longer needed armor - his entire body was power, muscle, force, and all the defense he needed. Inch after inch he grew, adding dozens of pounds as the currents of magical healing swept through him. Thanks to the dragon's magical fire and the enhanced potion, his barbarian skills turned all that excess healing into extra, temporary physicality. Just what he needed to turn the tables.

Within a few moments of starting, Friday was as large as the dragon. Torvasnkir made no move to interrupt, though, and instead watched with eyes growing wider by the moment as the otter's body developed to even more extremes. A twelve-pack abdomen spread beneath a taut layer of dense, creamy tan fur. The otter's pecs jutted outwards, bigger and harder and rounder than ever before. At the base of his hard, flat stomach, his massive sheath bounced and jiggled, pulled down by the sagging, swaying, oversized balls hanging past his knees and shins. The otter's long torso leaned back forward eventually as he dragged his sword back around, now able to one-hand the greatsword with even more ease than before.

"You will never defeat me, dragon!"

"The name's Tovanskir... though for you, I may make an exception and let you call me Tor. Hmmm..."

The barbotter's body was more than twice as big as when he'd first entered the cave. He shivered with the power. It was the biggest he'd ever grown. The dragon's fire was truly powerful, Friday thought, but no match for his healing skills.

The dragon's wide muzzle turned upwards at the corners as his wings settled down onto his back. His head tipped down slightly, clearly eyeing the otter's hips.

"Are you sure you're not too excited for battle?" the dragon asked.

Friday looked down, then snapped his head back up with a snarl. His thick pink cock was also bigger than ever, and the enormous length was draping out of the sheath and hanging down limply across his immense sac nearly to his ankles. Steadying himself, Friday ignored the weight of his fat and flaccid cock as it bounced between both thighs and off his huge nuts. No matter how good it felt, he had a mission to accomplish first. That was a warrior's dedication, after all.

"Rrrraawwwwwggghhh!"

With a battle cry even louder and deeper than before, the enhanced Friday rushed towards the dragon, now quite a few feet shorter than he was. The greatsword whistled through the air, cleaving downwards in a vicious strike-

Only to be turned away at the last second by the dragon who, with a casual flick of his wrist, knocked the sword away as easily as one might shoo a fly. The barbarian tumbled forward and ended up chest to chest against the dragon. He could feel his sheath and exposed length squeeze firmly across the rippling mountains of muscled scale and let out a gasp before lurching away, hopping backwards. He burned with fury as he felt his cock jerk and harden somewhat, lifting partly upwards as his huge balls swung even harder between his knees. The dragon looked unperturbed, which tingled Friday's barbarian senses even more.

"RRrraaawrrrrgh!"

Again and again the barbotter rushed the dragon, swinging his sword with reckless fury and power. Each time, Torvanskir turned the blade away, making Friday lose his footing. There were more than a few collisions of muscular bodies over the next few minutes as the dragon's muzzle grinned wider and wider. Soon the otter's enormous maleness left smears of pre-cum across the beige draconic scales, and more than a few times Friday felt fingers clench around his tense backside or the base of his tail before he could wriggle away and ready himself for another strike.

"Excellent! Good! And thrust, parry, thrust, parry, like so! Perfect! Again!"

"Rrraawwwwwghhhh!"

Infuriated and seeing red, the battle frenzy took over Friday's mind. The huge otter's whole body flexed, then he turned to the side, looking for some other weapon to wield in his free paw. Stretching his hand out, he grasped a black-poled halberd hanging on a nearby column. The gold blade glinted, interrupted only by the smooth red line forged across the center. Without waiting a beat, Friday turned and rushed the dragon yet again, this time with both halberd and greatsword, though they were like daggers in his massive paws.

"Ooh, interesting choice," Torvanskir said, nimbly weaving and waving his hand to deflect strikes. "Though you'll want to be careful with that one, because if you go too far with it, you might-"

Friday suddenly hopped backwards, almost twenty feet in a single skip. He dropped to a knee, both weapons on the ground in his clenched fingers. His chest rose and fell rapidly as the golden-bladed halberd began to glow and shine.

"Well, now you've done it," Torvanskir said. The dragon moved his fingers in front of him, creating an intricate magical sigil that burst into millions of tiny particles all around him. "It's been a while since I've needed a shield."

The otter's pelt stood on end, every hair, as his throat emitted the ominous sorts of growls one would expect from the boss during the battle, not the hero. There was a sharp, jarring heartbeat, and the huge barbarian's shoulders expanded rapidly, swelling outwards, only to contract slightly before another jarring beat made them grow again. His pelt darkened and his ears lengthened, gaining points, as enormous white fangs sprouted over his lips. The otter's whole body turned more and more beastlike as the black fur spread rapidly over his entire figure. Even the half-hard pink cock swinging past his knees turned a shimmering obsidian as it, too, grew thicker, larger, and longer.

It wasn't long until Friday was unrecognizable. Twice as tall as the dragon, his immense muscles stretched and pulled taut, squeezing together into mountainous ridges beneath a long, deep length of black fur. A wolf-like muzzle gnashed together as thick drool drizzled from the transformed otter's lips. Down past his bulging pecs and rippling abs, the hero's thick shaft swelled and grew, hardening until it was bouncing off his own round pecs.

"Now this is getting very interesting indeed," Torvanskir said, grinning. He lifted his paw, palm turned up, and curled his fingers, beckoning the slavering beast. "Come."

"RROOOOAOARRRRRGGHH!"

The whole cavern shook as the massive beast charged forward. Claws gouged chunks from the marble floor and the columns shook. The pile of treasure rattled as the huge wolf-like adventurer's paws smashed flat anything beneath. Both arms, each one nearly as thick around as the enormous pillars, swung the weapons, now very much like daggers more than ever, towards the dragon.

Just as before, Torvanskir waved his hand, easily deflecting the blades. Under the onslaught, he was forced to move his feet for the first time all battle, and nodded approvingly as the huge transformed adventurer howled and snarled and thrust at him.

"Good! Very good! I haven't had to work like this in years!" Torvanskir said, grinning even wider as he parried and dodged. "Well... enough playing. Can you handle this?"

The dragon's hand curled into a massive fist. Despite standing only half the size of the enlarged adventurer, the blue and beige dragon was easily able to swing his fist into the wolf's jaw from below, uppercutting him and knocking his head backwards.

Friday flew up into the air like he'd been launched from a cannon. His whole body spread out, arms and legs stretching as he smacked into the ceiling, then peeled away and landed with a crash on the marble floor on his shoulders. Bits of plaster and stone fell down around him from the imprint of his outline he'd left above. The momentum was so great, however, that he ended up skidding across the tile, blasting through one column entirely and into the wall opposite, creating a huge crater around him. Dazed, the otter-wolf's head lurched to the side, falling over somewhat, though his erection remained fully empowered and throbbing.

Torvanskir approached, walking to one side of the furrow in the tiled marble, and shook his head at the dazed behemoth.

"Tsk... I used a little too much power there. Sorry about that - thought you might be able to handle it. Still, you took it pretty well."

The dragon's hand stretched out and tugged at the nape of the wolf-beast's neck. Still out of it, Friday didn't move as the smaller dragon dragged him back to the pile of money and treasure in the center of the cavern, lifting the bigger, enormously muscular barbarian as easily as he might a sack of goblets - like the one he sent the wolf sprawling across..

"Well, now that we've had our fun, let's get down to business, shall we? Can't send you back looking like this, after all..."

The dragon's fingers stretched out and snapped in front of the barbotter's transformed, angular muzzle. His wild and feral eyes snapped open, but then froze as he sucked in a deep breath. His cock throbbed, tense and hard, as he realized the pleasurable stroking along the sensitive flesh was being provided by none other than Torvanskir. The muscular dragon's pecs squeezed to either side of the huge obsidian length, reaching well past the dragon's head and even his wings due to its overwhelming size. But somehow, despite being so much smaller, Torvanskir's paws and scales were having an outsized effect. Friday groaned, writhing, and both of his paws snapped open, dropping both the halberd and the sword.

"Mmmhhh... that's it... just... relaaaxxxx... this will be much more fun than... mmmhhh... fighting..."

Friday's claws cut marks across the tile beneath the treasure surrounding him in the pit. The huge obsidian erection thwapped against the smooth, hard scales of the dragon before the tip disappeared into Torvanskir's muzzle. Friday closed his eyes and went rigid, unable to move, as he felt the muscular dragon's incredibly powerful, tough neck close around his length. Pleasure unlike anything he'd felt before rippled through his body, making him jerk and grunt and drag his legs and arms through the pile of coins and treasures beneath him. The smaller dragon knelt between the adventurer's black-furred legs as the huge muscles flexed and bulged around him.

But something new was happening... as Torvanskir's grunts and eager moaning spread through the cavern, the adventurer's eyes went wide. His huge cock, halfways disappeared down the dragon's muzzle, throbbed and jerked - and then shrank. Dazed as he was, Friday could still tell. His cock just got smaller. That wasn't supposed to happen. Unfamiliar as he was with whatever enchantment was on the halberd, he knew his own natural healing protections prevented anyone from affecting him negatively. So why wasn't it stopping the dragon?

And more importantly, why wasn't Friday trying to stop the dragon himself? He could. The big, muscular dragon hunk was exposed - anyone would be with their muzzle wrapped around a huge cock like this. But instead of trying to continue the fight, Friday could only lean back on the mountain of treasure and wriggle as the warm, tight throat milked his huge, veiny cock, even as each suckle made it so that it wasn't quite so big anymore. An entirely different sort of lust, no blood required, filled his hazy red vision.

The deep, demonically black shade of Friday's fur began to fade back into the normal brown color as the dragon's muzzle shoved lower, soon bumping up against the base of the muscular adventurer's hips. Friday let out a gasp as he felt paws suddenly grasp him and lift him up into the air by his hips with surprising ease. Despite still being taller and heavier than the dragon, Torvanskir easily powerlifted him up over his head and angled him so that the huge ottercock shoved down more easily.

Friday couldn't take it anymore. The tightness... the sensation of power as he felt the huge hands lift him so easily... the grunting and slurping and moaning...

The last vestiges of black fur and skin vanished as Friday writhed and pumped his hips, cumming hard as he could ever remember in the dragon's throat. Torvanskir's powerful, wide body took it with ease - his neck was so wide and powerful already that the otter's size still couldn't cause it to bulge or distend in any way. Dragging the otter down, Torvanskir throated the thick cock to the base again, swallowing each pulse of cream with a satisfied, smug look in his eyes, as though he were drawing all the energy out of the huge barbaric wolf with just his muzzle.

Friday shuddered as the bliss spread through him like a warm fire, tingling his arms and legs, his back and rump, his head and neck, every part of him. And he realized why: he was now starting to shrink all over, not just in the dick department.

Though he realized his muscles were diminishing, Friday couldn't do anything about it. The power of the halberd's enchantment was gone; the strength of his overhealing was quickly fading. There was only one thing left to do as a prideful warrior: admit defeat and go out in a blaze of glory.

Torvanskir's eyes widened when he felt the otter's paws clutch around the back of his head, wrapping around the huge black horns for a better grip. Though shrinking, Friday was still taller than the dragon, and his thrusting hips caused a message of seed to well up from even the massive, muscular beast's throat. The dragon's eyes lidded over as he swallowed his prize eagerly, and he shifted his hips as his own arousal blossomed into view.

Rising from between the top of his thighs, the dragon's black stalk curved upwards. It was thick as his own wrist and featured a set of ridged, fleshy "scales" along his urethra, from the base all the way to the pointed, glossy black tip. A fat ball of flesh at the base formed an impressive knot that squeezed into his thighs as a pair of enormous gonads swelled below. Soon, dribbles of clear pre-cum rolled down the veiny black monstercock as the dragon's muzzle and throat worked over the otter faster, draining him more quickly, shrinking him down until the decreasing barbarian's body was nearly back to the same size as the dragon.

Friday realized too late the trick in perspective. It wasn't just that he was shrinking after all. It was that Torvanskir was also growing. The otter's muscular body twitched, spasming as his cock fired blanks down the tight, warm, suckling dragon muzzle, no longer able to produce a load after such a fearsome blowjob.

Powerful fingers pulled the otter's hips away, dragging the still impressively sized arousal free of Torvanskir's messy muzzle. The dragon's tongue licked around the edges, cleaning up some of the spunk mess, before dropping the otter onto the bed of coins and treasure below. He grinned, flexing his arms and biceps, showing off his massive cock and thick thighs. The dragon's tail swept around as Friday sprawled on his back, legs spreading invitingly to either side of his plump, wide tail.

"Hmmmmhh... you're making an excellent contribution," the dragon grunted. His beefy chest bounced, each fat, round pec so hard and huge that they acted of their own volition by now. His scales strained around the ridges along his sides and back as he twisted his torso, experiencing his new size for the time. "I think it's time to take it all now, don't you?"

Friday didn't, but he couldn't say a word as the huge male's hands grabbed his ankles and tugged, shoving them to the sides while drawing him across the pile of gold and silver and gems. The dragon's meaty knot and huge length squeezed down into his own - he was bigger for the moment, at least, and he felt a blast of intense pleasure as the dragon's shaft shoved down into his own, before it drew back and then prodded between his round, hard glutes.

There wasn't foreplay, and the dragon's thick maleness leaked more than enough to properly lube the otter up, but Friday's throat still opened in a huge roar of pleasure as the unfamiliar size squeezed inside. His tail spasmed as the dragon's huge body shoved down on top of him, pinning him chest to chest. Fingers wrapped around the back of his head, and his long, drawn-out groans ended in a muffled kiss. Tasting himself on the dragon's tongue, Friday could only twitch and wriggle beneath the now larger, more muscular dragon, as he felt his body shrink even faster. He couldn't even complain as it felt so, so good to feel the heavy weight of the big dragon above him; every time Torvanskir pulled out, his hips wiggled and his tail twitched with need until the huge draconic member ground its way back between his smooth and soft rump cheeks.

At first, Torvanskir could pump to the hilt, fully lodged inside the groaning adventurer, but after half a dozen repetitions, his knot kept getting stuck. Then it was hard to get even half his length in and soon he was working just the tip, pumping hard in and out as the otter's head disappeared beneath his pecs. The dragon could feel the now small male squirming, warm and wet, as his own body continued to grow, processing all of the stolen gains and power, stripping the barbarian of his magic and putting it to far better use on his own intensely muscular, powerful, primal body.

With a roar of pleasure of his own, Torvanskir's huge cock ground against the slender, skinny otter. The knot alone could pin the tiny adventurer down, but the rest of the immensely fat and heavy shaft squeezed into Friday's dense, soft pelt, smooshing him flat. Waves of thick cum sprayed from the tip, splattering across the jewels and treasures beneath them, as the megadragon's huge, grown body finally achieved complete climax - by stripping every last pound he could from the barbarian's body.

Power welled up within Torvanskir as he closed his eyes and shoved his hips down. His huge cock ground against the small otter, now thin in the torso and plump in the rump. A mix of otter and cool, slick treasure rubbed back against the huge, powerful dragon as he spread his wings for balance and thrust hard, fast, wet, cumming dozens of gallons of seed, possibly hundreds, as his overpowered new body delivered a load respectable for such a titanic, powerful male. Creaking blue and beige scales stretched as his taut, tense muscles flattened the otter, ensuring he was made to taste as much of the potent dragonseed as Torvanskir could pump down his greedy throat.

With a sigh, Torvanskir draped himself over his mountain of treasure. His fat, throbbing black-skinned cock remained tight against the otter, trapping the small male somewhere in the pile of gold below him. Stretching out and relaxing his arms and wings, Torvanskir let out a long yawn again and smacked his lips, then grinned when he felt small paws rubbing desperately as the pointed tip of his immense maleness. Well, there'd be more time to play with the former barbarian later, before eventually sending the transformed twink off with a sackful of treasure and a rumpful of seed.

For now, the massive dragon shifted his hips, making sure his tip was propped comfortably against the small, squirming otter tail beneath him so that the constant drizzle of draconic cum pumped into the gurgling toy, then rested his huge, muscular pecs and intensely ridged belly down onto his gleaming mountain of treasure. Torvanskir was more interested in getting back to his nap for now. He'd have some more fun with the cute little otter adventurer later...

The end