The Three Heads of Winter
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The Three Heads of Winter
'It's cold' was the first thing that ran through his mind. His throat was dry, but it hurt to cough. His thoughts raced through 'where am I?' 'what happened,' and 'why can't I feel my arms?'
Opening his eyes, he squinted around the cavernous expanse that surrounded him. It was nearly black, save for a thin shaft of pale light drifting in from a hole high in the lofty ceiling above him. He tried to lean on his side to get a better look, but his arms would not move, like they were completely asleep . . . minus the pins and needles, which was a hundred times worse. The water around him rippled, and clouds of brown silt rose in the few inches of crystal water, glittering in the shaft of light.
His legs scraped feebly against rough stone floor as he remembered falling, the ground beneath his feet dissolving into a brown mist that stung his eyes. He grabbed at roots, his shirt torn off as one gashed into his side, but they all slipped through his grasp as he found the dark had engulfed him. He was almost surprised when he hit the ground. He wished that he had not been alone.
His body was barely his own anymore. He felt that he could see himself, laying spread-eagle in the gloom, a pool of cool water lapping at the edges of his ears annoyingly. He wanted to check for broken bones, but he couldn't make his body sit up, he at least wanted it to hurt. It was during this introspective contemplation that he heard something move.
Next to his arm, something wriggled, he could feel it. Something tugged at his elbow as something haltingly slumped onto his chest. It was all he could to to open his eyes and tilt his chin up to see what it was as the tugging on his arm grew more insistent, and the dreaded thing squirmed onto him.
His hand rested on his chest . . . He had not moved it there, it twitched and he saw his fingers wriggle like a spider's legs, but he felt nothing. Straining, the man tried to wrench the wayward hand back, but as he willed it to happen his digits began to press together. In numbness, his thumb and pinky began to squeeze together with extreme force, while the skin on his center three fingers began to stretch and pull. The fingers lost definition, as they merged into fleshy plates, bones crackling as his joints stiffened.
The two shelves of the man's flesh pulsed bigger as his mouth opened in disbelief, his arm twitched violently of its own accord, and he heard a horrific crack. He'd like to say he felt it, but the complete numbness made watching his forearm snap even more terrifying. Then another loud pop, his arm twisted and bent at angles it was never meant to as the horrible cracking continued, each snap causing another point of articulation, making his deformed hand to clack together.
Clack . . . ? At the end of his spasming arm, the flesh of his hand had thickened, and something hard and white was growing on the inside. Had his nails mutated, pulled to the inside of his grotesque appendage? As the snapping and pops continued, his arm began to whip around, serpent-like, and his hand rattled like the gnashing of teeth.
Dumbstruck, the man watched as dark boney ridges pushed out from below the soft skin of his hand, parting the flesh with painless ease as the limb's thrashings lessened. He could no longer see the inside of his once hand as the two sides had shut together like a trap. His skin began to toughen, stretching and lightening as it took on a faint icy blue tint with pure snowy white under the heel of his hand.
The hardening skin then seemed to crack, geometrically . . . leaving small breaks between hundreds of tiny diamond shaped plates that creeped down the writhing sinuous muscular tube that was his arm. They were . . . scales? He wished he could touch them, to make sure they were real, but all that he could muster was scraping his legs through the shallow water of the cave's floor feebly, trying to escape from his own twisting body.
Underneath the hard black . . . horns that rose from the top of his hand, the flesh twitched; muscles pulling visibly just under the patch of particularly finely scaled skin. The twitching was almost giving the prostrate man a headache as the jerking flesh loosened slightly. A rift pulled back, and he watched as the flesh unzipped itself, so very slowly.
His palm felt wet . . . sticky, he wanted to wipe it off on his hiking shorts, but his eyes were fixed on the patches of skin under the horny growths as the limb stopped wriggling, bobbing in front of his face as the tensing skin pulled back. The man saw a bright blue eye, slitted pupil dilating as it opened for the first time. He also saw a familiar face, unshaven, dull drown eyes under a mop of brown hair, face frozen as if stupefied.
The eye glared at him, and he stared at the eye. His hand . . . the thing's mouth opened, revealing a row of curved fangs, and a long thick dark blue tongue with two plump tines that ran over its darkened chops hungrily. His vision shifted, and stayed the same, as almost canine nostrils flared into existence at the end of the thing's draconic muzzle, puffing as he felt air pour into his lungs, though not through his own mouth. He watched as animalistic ears spread back from either side of the panting head, twitching as they were dusted with white velvet like that which covered the top of the huffing nose.
A shock of white fur burst into existence, crowning the horrible parasite's reptilian visage, and traveling down the back of its neck . . . his arm, as it shook itself. The beast's broad blue tongue lolled out and it panted, seemingly enthralled by the simple act of breathing. He watched the horned dragon-like head and held his own breath, somehow wishing that it would not notice him. However, he soon found that he was breathing anyways . . . or at least it was.
It stretched over him as a crisp white mane ran down its spine contrasting with the pale blue scales. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the bizarre head ignored him; or rather, did not need to listen. The serpentine neck curled around and brought the scaled muzzle up to his face. He could feel the thing's cool breath, and . . . he could feel his warm breath on its scaly face. The monster's chilling tongue darted out and slid across his cheek, he could swear it smiled as he let out a stifled scream.
His once arm reached across his chest, and he watched as it sniffed at his other limb, still halfway submerged in dark water, cold and unfeeling. He realized that he was beginning to feel again, but this sensations were distant and wrong. The beast huffed and licked at his shoulder, soft blue tongue leaving trails of slickness. When the dark moist lapping hit his flesh, sensation returned with mind searing acuity. He felt his flesh begin to grow rough and calcify as the methodical tongue lapped again and again. Pale blue scales flowed into existence, but the man now wished that his arm had stayed numb.
There was a familiar sharp crack as his bone snapped, once, twice, and again, following the beast's slavering tongue as it twisted up his bicep. *Snap* It was like cracking his knuckles. *Crack* he wished it were painful, but it felt strangely liberating; *Crunch* the alien musky spice of the thing's saliva smelled kind of nice, *Grind* and his scaled flesh was more sensitive than he could have imagined . . .
He shook his head, it was almost like he'd dozed off there. The thing was gnawing at the joint of his elbow as it smoothed out and swelled into more heavily scaled flesh. If he fell asleep . . . would he ever wake up again? Would that be better than having a monster eat him . . . or eat itself. Would that be cannibalism. If he killed it would that be fratricide?
The distant sensations intensified as the slavering head reached his wrist. His other arm was rising of its own accord, like some charmed blue cobra dancing to an unseen flute. The hand at the top flopped like a puppet missing half of its strings as his thickening scaled arm rubbed against the draconic muzzle's methodical tongue. The cool blue lash flickered up, darting past his palm before the beast opened its muzzle wide, and pushed itself over his still human hand, enveloping it in its strangely cool maw.
The man watched first in terror, and then fascination as the muscles in the beasts neck pulsed. Soon he felt them clench around his hand as it changed. The tongue wriggled under his fingers as they lost all of their mobility, melding into two halves of what was surely a forming whole. There was a deep rumble, and the man started as he realized the bass purr was emanating from his own chest.
Coiled necks brushed against each other, scales brushing against sensitive scales, as his dominant right head, engulfed his forming left; the familiar grinding stretch of twisting bones accompanying the development of flesh that he had not had a second ago. Then, one head slid off from the other, revealing a forming proto-muzzle, that gnashed as it grew a row of sharp teeth.
With two sets of eyes, one wide and stationary, one sinuously mobile, he watched the head form, large plates of scales forming around the dark horns that pushed out, and small smooth scales filling in the skin around the jaw, and under its sensitive chin as it was lapped encouragingly by a deft fleshy cold blue tongue.
The still protean jaws clamped shut as a dark blue nearly lupine nose pushed out at the end of the stretching muzzle. His lungs kicked as the other head took its first breath. His two arms sniffed at one another and he could sense the tiny variations in their musky odors. On his right, a deep crisp smell of fresh snow and barren windblown trees; on his left the smell of wet concrete in the winter with a light hint of rushing water.
Lacking a better way to conceptualize what was happening to him (Lefty and Righy were already used,) the man hazily declared his right head to be Snow, and his left to be Rain as their powerful scents washed into his lungs. He tried to arch his back as the two mouths pushed together, Snow's tongue stroking the writhing inside of Rain's mouth as his own writhing organ grew, pulsing and splitting into a fork as it pushed back past sharp teeth into Snow's muzzle.
As the kiss stretched on, so did the forming muzzle, black horns rising prominently, scales becoming tough plates, and nostrils sucking in cool air. Wincing the man felt another headache behind his eyelids as he closed his eyes. He was surprised when his persistent double vision also lidded itself, leaving him in a world of pleasantly cold slickness, two beasts exploring each other with lusty lappings. And then he saw a sliver of dim light, that widened into Snow's slurping visage, as a new pair of eyes opened for the first time.
The two heads slid slowly apart as a shock of bone white hair burst forth from the top of Rain's head and all three of them shivered as it raced down his spine, stopping just above the man's shoulder. He saw himself . . . twice, once from the left, and once in profile from the right. He opened his eyes and saw the two scaly heads staring at him. Oddly enough, at this point he was not even scared. They didn't seem to want to eat him . . . perhaps they could offer some company. He tried standing up once more, but all he got was a dull pain and ripples in the water as he moved one of his legs a fraction of an inch.
He pulled his head back when the two heads pushed themselves in, inches from his face, their breath fogging up the humid air in puffs, uncomfortably cold. Oddly though, their steely blue eyes didn't seem as malicious as he first thought they were, they were almost pitying? No, that was the wrong sentiment . . . perhaps, sympathetic?
The heads that hung in front of him were scaly . . . but curiously dog like in a way as well. Tufts of white hair grew in stark bursts from behind their cheeks. The furry ears they had were also oddly canine, save for the fact that he could see patches of scales near the bases. Snow's tongue hung out panting, but Rain simply stared at him, head cocked to the side inquisitively. They looked vaguely like something seen on a Chinese cocktail dress he once saw . . .
He felt the muscles where his shoulders used to be strain as the heads curled in, wet noses huffing at his face. He shied away, it was like pushing his face into a chest freezer turned on full blast. Their tongues flicked out simultaneously; he started again in the same way one would when an ice cube was slipped down their shirt.
The heads drew back, he felt their necks brush together sinuously, as they looked at each other, and almost seemed to be huffing in laughter. Their cool cheeks rubbed against one another as they purred, and so did he. Sniffing up each other's scents, the dragon-like heads began to lap at one another's snouts, heads rubbing over and around; the man could feel Snow's shock of hair tickle Rain's sensitive chin.
Soft white whiskers began to grow from the ends of the growling heads, forked tongues tracing down the hairs as they began . . . writhing? He couldn't tell if it was just hair . . .or fuzzy flesh, but it moved around twisting against the tongue that pulled them out further. He could feel them, so sensitive . . . writhing, like fingers with no joints. They were also incredibly sensitive. He could feel even the still air as it brushed past them. When they finished, their long sets of gravity defying tendrils pulled back along their strong necks, flowing in an unseen wind.
He was so cold, but it was strange. Usually a cold shower or a dip in the lake was all it took to immediately pull the feet out from any amorous feelings he was harboring. However, after those sticky licks, he felt a rising passion in his chest, causing a flush to creep up to his cheeks. When the uncanny heads turned back, letting him see himself in double vision, his mouth opened soundlessly as he saw that his lips were blue, and that flush he felt was accompanied by a thin film of frost.
There was no time to protest before the heads dipped down and started to rashly lick and gnaw at his shoulders. The initial contact was like walking out into a blizzard from the inside of a sauna, but he acclimatized with amazing alacrity as his skin tightened, and grew a sheet of smooth, lightly frosted blue scales. The bulges that were left of his shoulders pressed into his sides as they rasped across his skin with their dark smooth tongues and almost syrupy saliva.
Both heads slurped down, tracing an X across his chest. Their whiskers traced around his nipples which were hard as stone under the panting, freezing breath. He watched with a blue lipped blush as the two lashed and nibbled at his nipples, pushing them back into his chest as white banded scales washed down from his neck. Groaning, he felt his chest squeeze in from the sides, but barrel out as his ribs smoothed, twitching into a rounder position. They cracked and popped as they pulled apart, granting him an unusual flexibility.
His chest was now rounded, and it writhed and wriggled as the lapping heads continued their tirade of passion downwards towards his midriff. Both heads nuzzled against his belly with their smooth scales and soft white hair, whiskers wriggling against his soft and still warm flesh. Snow's chilling tongue rolled around the bottom of his belly, slicking down his trail of dark hair before sliding in to tease at his
navel. Arching his new flexible back, the man moaned as the chill from the dark blue mouth sunk into him, tongue almost drilling down to his soul.
Rain's sinewy neck pulled his smirking head and twitching whiskers around and under the man's arched back. The dragon's head gave off panting puffs of cold fog in the humid air, feeling its sibling at work as its moist nose snuffled at the back of the man's neck, causing a chill to run down his spine. Grinding his teeth together, the man felt, and saw the slick blue tongue slide down his spine in careful laps.
There was a shiver that was more than cold as he felt stiff white hair fluff into existence along his spine, glossy light blue scales radiating out and connecting to the ones prickling in around his stomach. As Rain's freezing breath moved upwards, the man felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He gasped as the lascivious laps reached the nape of his neck and cascaded down his back. He felt a small tic for every scale as it grew around his dorsal mane. They blended together into a pleasantly chilling buzz as his torso lost all of its once human definition.
Snow's scaled lips pressed against the man's now smooth scaly stomach as he lapped with drawn out intensity one last time at where a belly-button had once been. Cold fog rolled out of his mouth as he twisted his long muscular neck and seemed to smile at the man, coming across more as playful than hungry, despite his wickedly sharp teeth. Soon, Rain's head also finished nibbling at the scruff of white fur that now ran down the prostrate man's back and joined its mate, looking at the man, breathing icy breath, and yet seeming as malicious as a puppy that had stolen his master's shoe.
Both heads whiskers fanned out as they sniffed along the black leather belt that held up the man's rough canvas shorts. They seemed to nod to each other before snuffling roughly against his flesh, and grasping at the thick fabric with their clever maws. The man laughed, at first reluctantly, and then almost uncontrollably as his new neighbor's stiff and yet soft white bristles rubbed against his hips. He could feel them tickle across his pink human skin, and his new scaled frost blue carapace. Both were equally sensitive, but in radically different ways.
Each brush against his supple human flesh was a bristly burst of sensation, whereas his scaled skin muted the initial force, but let him feel each hair as it slid into the gaps between his scales. His scales . . . the man pondered how odd it was to even think of such a thing before he was rudely interrupted by both heads yanking upwards with a surge of amazing strength.
With a scream the man winced as he received what was quite possibly the biggest wedgie in human history. The heads immediately stopped their pulling and seemed to grimace in pain, hissing and growling respectively. He wanted to grab his aching testes and roll into a fetal position; all that happened was his knees rose slightly and he found himself looking once again eye to eye with his draconic counterparts.
"Err," he groaned. He knew what they wanted to do . . . He had not actually considered speaking to them. "You have to take off the belt, and then un-zip them first." he finished lamely. Originally he was going to pantomime, but he found that a lack of arms made it rather difficult. He shifted slightly in discomfort as his clothes had been crammed into places they were never meant to go.
The heads however, seemed to understand with an acuity that made language seem obsolete. Gingerly his heads tugged at the leather belt until the clasp pulled apart, Snow tugged at it as the unfastened belt slid sinuously off from around his waist. The button was more difficult, but both of the scaly heads eventually gave either side a tug that popped the metallic stud off into the surrounding water with a plop, and began to peel down either side of his shorts, zipper straining in protest as his shorts and drawers were sloughed down to his ankles.
He was beginning to understand what the serpents wanted on an almost instinctual level; however, he was still fuzzy on the details. When he tried to think about what these things wanted he just ran into protective feeling of amorous mirth. It was impossible to be frightened, but not surprised. Widening his eyes, he gritted his teeth as the two heads each let their frigid tongues trace along the outside of his hips, slowly running in a synchronized duet to his inner thighs.
Blushing with a burning blue he realized that without his restrictive shorts he was buck naked. As the tongues stroked boldly between his thighs his testicles shrank away from the puffing blizzard of their cold noses. He wanted to grab the heads and pull them away from his most sensitive area. Gasping while he thought about wrenching the heads away, his thoughts drifted to touching the heads, scratching their furred jowls, feeling their soft noses puff against his hand, and scratching their tufted ears as their whiskers trailed up his nonexistant arms.
The prickling scales creeping towards his groin shook him out of his vivid daydream as two chill tongues simultaneously stroked his clenched testes. Their twitching whiskers brushed against his penis as it began to throb, twitching with the beating of his heart, impossibly warm against their miasma of chilly breath.
His scrotum clenched against the cold tongues. The man felt his balls become squeezed tenderly by their own scrotum, but there was something more than cold. He felt a chill rise up in his balls as the tongues began to push and pulse, licking around and in between his taut sack. His skin shuddered while he felt the sensuous cold being drawn up into him, pulled by his skin and pushed and coddled by the two teasing heads. Fine blue scales creeped up his sack as the bulges of his testes were drawn back, straining as they were pulled with a chilling passion deep inside of him, leaving a firm patch of sensitive scaled skin in their wake.
Were these heads female? Was he female? Reeling, his internal dialog was interrupted as four sinuous whiskers began to stroke his shaft. Two bluntly forked tongues slid up either side of his shaft, his warm and throbbing cock fighting against the passionate cold that seeped into it. He could feel the tines of the tongues brush against their partners on either side of his pulsing manhood, smooth frozen tongue in contrast to his own warm flesh.
As the fiery chill seeped into his member, his flesh darkened, becoming the same deep blue as the hungry tongues that slid their way up it. His human member began to lose definition as it became a large thick pole of flesh with a slight taper to a blunt tip, skin thinning into a smooth membrane that began to produce its own sheen of slickness in addition to the thick spittle that dripped down it. He could taste it, twice. It was chillingly virile; a musky flash in his mind that made his own mouth water of its own accord. However, he knew that something was not correct.
He was aware that he was receiving oral sex from his arms, which were now independent, and strikingly handsome, draconic entities. But what bothered him was that the heads were unable to get what they wanted. Each one slurped and slathered, but there simply was not enough deep marbled flesh with a bead of pre oozing from the pulsing top for both of them. He bit his lip as both heads poised over his member, tongues flicking down, whiskers tickling jolts of clear pleasure from the thick and seemingly alien penis, as the flesh underneath the base pulled back into a taut scaled slit from which the slick member rose.
Both heads converged on the tip of his maleness, kissing as their tongues wrapped around it. Each side was pulling and sucking, seeming to compete over the twitching rod as his hips began to buck. Suddenly, he was aware of sets of sharp teeth, gingerly nibbling his member, both mouths jockeying for a place to tenderly latch on to his flesh. Each tongue flickered past his shaft and ran longingly past the slit at the tip of his cock.
Tension was building to an incredible level, it felt like he was going to burst as his member swelled and twisted, and he felt the slit of his cock roughly invaded, stretched wider and wider by whiskers and tined tongues. Sharp teeth prickled against his delicate blue membrane of skin as he pulsed with something more intense than climactic. The base of the turgid member pulsed thicker as he screamed out in initial shock and then unbearable pleasure as the heads did something bizarrely amazing; they pulled.
Moaning, his toes clenched in the cool water on the cave floor as his cock was stretched to both sides, he yelled as something gave way. Looking down he watched in horrified fascination as the tip of his blunt member was split, bloodlessly into throbbing blue tips. A string of clear thick pre connected the two tines of his bizarre cock as the dragons tugged at it, chasm widening as one became two. All of the sensations of chilly breath, tickling whiskers, sharp fangs, and lashing tongues were multiplied, not simply doubled, but increased exponentially.
Something inside of him began to churn and pulse below the slit of his bifurcating penis. His internal testes squeezed and began to build an undeniable pressure with intensely passionate cold as the divide between his members was widened. Rain and Snow pulled until each had enough space to take one of the sides of his reptilian member into their maws as a new slit formed at the top of each new head. Each of them darted down, their cold mouths engulfing his cocks, ridged palates rubbing while their soft tongues scrubbed across it and the sharp points of their teeth occasionally pricked a point of tickling pleasure from each shaft.
The split in his penis stopped just outside of his genital slit, leaving a sturdy base just visible through the jaws of the hungrily sucking mouths. Then both of the dragon-like heads shoved downwards, cold noses brushing against his scales, encasing his members in the soft flesh of the backs of their throats. The sensations were too much and with a mighty rushing clench, he began to orgasm, seed rocketing up through each of the shafts into the waiting muzzles. He could taste it as both dragons closed their eyes and rumbled, rich, deep and electrically masculine.
After the last fleeting jolts of pleasure, both heads slid upwards, soft mouths sliding past his members as he could see them in the dim light of the caves. Retreating, both members began to pull back into him as he saw his own cum dribble from the corners of both reptilian mouths, hissing whenever it fell into the shallow pool, leaving a small floating chunk of white ice whenever it hit. The man was amazed, he felt cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable. . . It was beginning to feel really nice he thought as Snow's long serpentine neck snaked up his elongated chest to his face, and Rain bobbed further below him.
Snow seemed to grin, bright blue eyes alight with mischief as a pearl of cum dripped from his lips, falling on the man's neck with an energetic plop. His large fanged mouth opened and darted forward, engulfing the man's mouth and face as his tongue pushed inside of his stunned lips. The dragon's powerful tongue coated the inside of his mouth with arctic jizzm. His host's eyes widened when he tasted the powerfully musky male chill first hand. The impossibly cold male's essence leaked down his throat as they explored each other's mouths.
Rain brushed next to the side of his retreating members, whiskers tickling as he craned over to between the man's legs, leaving a dribbling trail of crackling cold cum down his banded belly. His nose puffed chillingly between the man's ass cheeks as scales creeped down between them. A blue flush crept up the taut pink skin of his anus as Snow opened his seeping maw and slapped his tongue between those cheeks. The man squirmed as the intense cold grew from shocking to intensely pleasurable. However, he still started in surprise is the tongue ran across his tight hold and then tensed abruptly, sliding inside of him and pushing the intense cold up along with its pulsing length.
Craning, Snow's neck pushed forward, pressing his cold moist nose against the tip of the human's as their tongues entwined, sharing seed and saliva as the once human tongue became longer, smooth and fleshy with two broad blue forks. Something cracked, like a first morning stretch as the seething liquid slid down his throat. He could feel the liquid trickling down inside of him as the dragon's playful mouth slid out of his own, a snapping bead of saliva flicking against his chin.
Snow's soft shock of hair brushed against his chin as the dragon's neck began to wrap around the man's head, grasping whiskers trailing against his neck as it snapped and popped again, jutting out slightly further as it was coiled around. Scales ticked in upon his lengthening flesh against the gently squeezing dragon flesh as Snow snaked around, completing his loop and licking the human's nose with his broad tongue. The human's teeth clattered together with each crack and soon he shuddered as a stripe of stark white fur began to race up the swelling length of his neck as snow tugged.
Below him, the chill tongue throbbed its fleshy length as it shoved into him, Rain's lips and teeth scraping against the now scaly skin of his groin. Gasping, the man gritted his teeth, and his nearly receded hemi-penis halted, as the tongue shoved against something that made his whole body fill entirely with unbelievably tense pressure. Growling lustily, the head thrust one more time, making the man's eyes water before sliding out, his stretched hole clenching closed behind it, feeling strangely empty, but the pressure seemed to have migrated. . .
Above the abused hole there was a familiar crack, as his flesh bulged, a broad scaled lump forming, bulging as it was pushed out. Rain licked at the lump as banded scutes formed along the bottom and scales along the top as it cracked out further, tongue caressing it as it pushed out further. The forming tail was like an extension of his already serpentine body, and it pushed his anus up, clenching as it throbbed, to eventually rest just below his genital slit as his cocks were tucked away, leaving a thin musky sheen around the tightly sealed lips.
He was being stretched sensuously from both sides, spine cracking as his neck was drawn out and his tail was jerkingly pushed out from under him, beginning to sway in a halting wag. Soon his entire body began to lengthen, and he lost all sense of chest and stomach as his head was pulled further away from the awkwardly protruding human legs that were so close to Rain's eyes. His old arms, the dragon's necks seemed to grow longer and thicker as well, his entire body swelling out with sinewy muscles.
As his neck lengthened, it began to intertwine with Snow's as it cracked thicker and longer. His eyes closed and his broad blue tongue hung out, hiccoughing in little bumps of pleasure with every snap. The dragon began to lap across his face, freezing tongue occasionally brushing against the man's as it dangled languidly from his mouth. Soon fine scales seeped onto his face, and as the tongue lapped at his nose, it turned up into a moist deep blue patch of leathery skin with pearly white velveteen fuzz surrounding it, blending to the light blue of the scales around his eyes.
The base of his tail was slathered in long and loving strokes which occasionally teased over his tight anus as his tail stretched even further. As his body grew, well past double his previous length his pleasured wriggling bent himself into a lazy U. This allowed Rain to cease his licking and snatch up the dwindling tail-tip in his mouth. The hard scales of his tail clicked against the teeth that surrounded it, tongue lashing while the sides of the wild mouth contracted around it.
Suddenly, he felt something tickle at the inside of Rain's throat. The dragon hacked, a cloud of cold fog settling as the tail slid out of his mouth, new plume of white hair slightly slicked down by thick dragon spittle. The white raced along the top of his tail connecting to the stripe on his back, as it crunched with a sense of finality, wriggling slightly as Snow's whiskers grasped along it, teasing his tight anus one last time.
Harsh huffing was the only thing he could hear as Snow began to puff and slather his ears with wet kisses, inside and out, darting to and fro between them. His neck kept lengthening, popping, stretching as the dragon twined around it, supporting him, almost like a perfect hug. Slowly the ears began to grow a soft layer of white fur, their flesh thinning as they pulled upwards on his head, sounds becoming oddly clear around the wet licking. Soon the man realized that his ears were twitching and pulling back, flicking after the long licks, they brushed against hard back enamel of hiss growing horns, curving back behind his head as skin parted around them. Soon his ears were drawn back in pleasure as he closed his eyes and surrendered himself.
His mouth and nose began to press forward into a fitting muzzle. As the smooth cold tongue ran across his jowls, shocks of white hair rose from the sides of his head, seemingly defying gravity. As his neck stretched, cracking one last time, the man was drawn into a kiss, his muzzle stretching, making room for their tongues as they entwined. His teeth sharpened into points, and his lips darkened to a opaque blue as his moist nose was shoved against Snow's and they shared passionate panting breaths. His muzzle settled into place as his brown hair shifted into a bleached white plume ran past his horns, connecting to the stripe down his long and twisting neck.
They broke their kiss and both heads bobbed in front of him. He felt an odd sense of gratitude, he could feel that his new neighbors felt the same way. It was more than just having three heads in control of one body, it was more like being three parts of the same personality, and he had always been pretty good at talking to himself. As he stared into the head's pale blue eyes, he realized that he didn't even need to talk; they simply knew.
Both heads converged, pushing into his face, he knew that they had his best intentions in mind, but couldn't help but close his eyes as their cold breath drew near. Two tongues slid against his closed eyelids, pulling them up slightly and tasting the salt of his orbs before letting the lids slip down. The touch of the sliding tongues tingled with delicious cold as they lapped past his lids, and his auburn eyes faded into a crystalline blue. He opened his eyes and saw every detail of those heads, and the smooth cave around him in blazing acuity. He purred in pleasure, enjoying what they were becoming.
Soon, both heads bent down to the still human legs that, thanks to his lazily sprawled serpentine body, now rested on the floor a few feet from the base of their collective necks. He craned his head up to follow them, pondering at the freedom of movement that such a neck allowed. Wasting no time each head dove in at the flesh of his thighs, spreading the pale scaly skin even faster than it had moved before. As soft skin hardened and turned a faint cold blue his muscles bulged under the tough skin, becoming tight and sinewy. Soon he was able to flex his legs, where he had only managed feeble twitches before.
They gnawed at his knees, urging the changes further, lapping down the backs of his calves as startling white fur rose in stylized tufts while the skin became taut with draconian strength. He relaxed and his legs rose up, like a cat's while it laid on its back, Snow and Rain followed, flickering tongues darting past the sensitive soles of his feet as they toughened into even thicker scales, that were, if anything, even more sensitive. In no time the long fleshy lashes were flickering in between his toes, squeezing them together and apart as they wriggled, clutched, and began to swell. Each digit lengthened, pulsing wider and longer as he wriggled his growing toes he could feel sticky saliva squelch between them.
His largest toe pushed out past the rest on each foot and the others fanned out to the sides. The long toes wriggled with more dexterity than his knobby human ones ever had, and as they crinkled into their proper alignment the dragons began to nibble at the ends of them. Hissing in pleasure the man licked his chops as clenching ebon talons grew in at the ends of his feet, perfectly crowning his powerful new legs as the heads suckled upon each toe, teeth and talons clicking together arrhythmically.
The man's whole body was full of pent up energy as he wriggled, still on his back, coils lazily spread through the shallow water. The heads kissed his toes one last time, and he started to roll over, a more complicated maneuver than he had imagined with his long body at all angles. Soon, he stopped, not because he had been commanded to, but because . . . something was not finished yet? He still had some trouble understanding the strange form of communication, more felt than really projected in any way. He let his snakey body lay, front half on its side, rear on its back, legs still spread to the open air.
Moving sinuously the two icy draconic heads drew themselves up, craning in to just below the point that their necks split into three from their main body. There was a warning, this part was always painful they thought together as they poised like serpents ready to strike. With blinding speed both heads surged forwards, jaws open, and clenched what used to be shoulders with razor sharp teeth. All three of them growled as the fangs sunk in with an almost surgical precision, whiskers lashing wildly, leaving the man wishing that he had whiskers to lash; he simply screamed instead.
They could taste blood as it seeped from wounds to mouths, tasting like frozen granite, a rush of chill wind, and a color so dark it was almost black. The blood that trickled into the water crackled into thin sheets of ice that froze the previous burgs fast in place as both heads unclenched their jaws. Immediately there was a painful spike of pressure below the already dull ache of the wounds, and all three of them watched, two stoically, one with horrified apprehension, as long black and hard protrusions began to force themselves up through the wounds.
Jaw dropped, blue tongue panting of its own accord, the man watched as the sharp talons that pressed out were followed by dark blue digits, thin but long and clutching wildly. Unlike his legs, the dark blue scales that covered the spindly fingers looked more at home on a bird than a dragon. The grasping talons were soon all connected to a tough base as their new 'palms' shoved out from their body. The pain had almost faded completely now as his thin but powerful forearms pushed slowly, but steadily outwards.
There was a strange 'squelp' of a noise as joints pushed out in both of his arms . . . no, his new front legs. He could feel them wave about, but could not yet control the wildly scything talons. In sharp contrast the the thin dark blue avian foreleg, the thighs that began to swell out exploded with ruffs of thick white fur that only made the thin avian talons seem smaller. The upper legs were rife with plump muscle and soon a crackling of bone secured them to the serpent's inner frame, and they ceased their random pawing as the man moved them, clenching and unclenching the powerful talons while rolling the limb over to observe it.
In one simple and fluid motion, the dragon rose to its new legs, dripping water and shaking clinging ice into the pool below. Its body was all long and graceful curves, down the manes of its three heads, between the shoulders of the front avian legs, in a slight bend down its back to the hips of the powerfully splayed hind legs, and all the way to the white plume at the end of the lazily bobbing tail.
He thought his long body and relatively short legs would make moving awkward, but to his surprise his legs were almost unnecessary. After a few tentative steps he realized that the stone floor was further below him, air and water were his home as his tail whipped along behind him in a quick tour of the round cavern. Returning to the ground, he could tell that Snow and Rain were amused by his childlike excitement, one lapped at his nose teasingly while the other panted. Both were reminding him, of past pleasures, maleness, virility. He had only observed, now they urged him to take a closer look.
Rolling onto his back once more he snaked along his own long body, scutes rubbing over scutes until he rested his sharp front claws just behind where his legs rested spread open in the air. The dragons watched as he sniffed at the slit between his legs as they cutely pawed at the air. The smell was intoxicating, he shoved his nose into the sheen along the edge of the slit and huffed. It was so rich, musky, and powerfully cold. This was distilled winter.
Encouragement was given. He should lick, taste, please himself, but a certain human shyness, an uncertain guilt made him falter. Was this right? Snow rubbed his fuzzy cheek up the man's long neck, brushing along until they saw eye to eye. His face was all pleasantly chill reassurance.
Snow's whiskers dragged themselves along the edges of the man's muzzle.
They were three, but one.
Wriggling into existence, the man felt the dragon's whiskers entwine with the nubs of his own as they shuddered and were pulled out. They were sensitive, and seemed to aid his thoughts, a direct link between them as they became haltingly longer.
Nothing that one could do would ever anger the others because they were of one being.
As Snow and the man entwined in mind and body, Rain snuck down between their legs, grinning coyly. The other two barely noticed before a tongue lapped out sliding over and into their tight slit, pushing in to tease the tips of his twin shafts and push at his internal testes. Almost immediately, the two sides of his member began to pulse and swell, growing out on either side, sandwiching the blessedly cold tongue.
Whiskers tugging, they multiplied the man's pleasure as they entwined around Snow's grasping tendrils, two minds echoing the jolts from below them. Playfully the dragon pulled at the man's whiskers, causing his dark lips to strain up as his head was led down, next to the emerging dark blue members. They pulsed, throbbing out, straining the lips of his genital slit, making his mouth water.
Snow abruptly drew him into a kiss, their eyes closing as they could feel each other with crystal clarity as their tongues writhed together. The kiss ended as quickly as it began, and his fully draconic head was pulled gently down until his nose pressed against the tips of the pulsing members.
Rain slurped as he drew back his tongue from between the emerging cocks. Looking up at the man's transfixed eyes, he licked his muzzle and grinned, watching as the man opened his now chilling maw and lowered it. Nuzzling the bases of the members, Rain ensured that both were engulfed by the once human as their minds lit up with pleasure.
Both tingling musky members throbbed in his mouth, pulsing longer as he rolled them against each other. Soon, a dribble of pre leaked out the twin tined penis and he tasted the sharp masculine richness that reminded him of kissing Snow. He rumbled in growing desire, feeling the vibrations on the sensitive thin blue membranes.
Smiling a reptilian smile, Rain bobbed under his noisily suckling muzzle, whiskers tickling over his taut anus. He licked the opening roughly and was rewarded as their collective tail twitched and the man's head groaned. The dragon let his frigid blue tongue rest, pressing firmly against the twitching passage for a second, before tensing, pushing, and surging though into their chill depths.
With both of the members almost fully erect, the once man could barely contain them in his muzzle. Out of the corner of his pale blue eye he could see Snow watching him with a patronly grin. Groaning as he felt a tongue surge into his depths which strained against the slick intruder, he felt sorry that Snow was simply an observer.
The slick and dripping reptilian members slid out of his mouth as he licked his chops and nodded to Snow, who seemed genuinely surprised, whiskers curling up quizzically. The man panted, nodding towards the needy members, it was all he could do to pull himself away from them. Smiling beatifically, Snow nuzzled against the side of his head, giving him a quick lick to his nose before lining up beside him.
Below him Rain was building up a pushing rhythm, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper, nearing that sensitive spot with each slickened shove. With a synchronized plunge, Snow and the man each took a writhing side of their manhood into their muzzles, heads bobbing slightly as they pushed down until their huffing noses almost ground against the scales of their heady slit.
The three, the one; They suckled and lapped, body curled over itself writhing in pleasure; long toes on his strong legs clutching at the air with each shove and engulfing thrust. His hips bucked and his tail lashed through the water with sloshing splashes as his chest and belly scutes rubbed together. They reached a fevered pitch of frenzied passion as Rain found that spot, teased it once, and then thrust with all of his might.
Whiskers writhing erratically, all three felt their testes clench, pressure building before crashing, sending icy waves of draconic essence rocketing up as their members shook with powerful jolts of muscle. Their anal passage clenched violently against their tongue as jets of seed washed into their awaiting muzzles that clenched down, eyes closed, noses panting against their soft blue scales as they drained the members of every last ounce of seed.
As the throes of glorious orgasm subsided, the three head's whiskers entwined as they rose, tongues sliding off spend shafts and out of their exhausted tail hole. They rose, and pushed forward in to each other's muzzles, sharing the tastes of their maleness as the sensations were multiplied, three tongues lovingly lapping, three mouths being explored, an infinite moment of tender passion before they finally broke their exquisite kiss and looked upwards.
They were winter, but this was not their time. Tired, the dragons curled up at the bottom of the smooth cave, among the shallow water that began to grow chill crystallizing as it crept in along their body. The man let his nose rest against his tail , nestled between his comrades as he yawned a fierce yawn. The comforting ice rose around them, jags of frosted crystal concealing them; covering them until the seasons changed.
Closing his eyes, the man sighed in pure contentment as he drifted off to sleep. He would never be alone again.