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The face of the mountain was made of dark grey jagged rocks that stabbed up towards the sky and showed white marks where boulders had come crashing down over the last few years. The harsh weather and hammering storms had started to show in the way it was being destroyed and knocking loose rocks that had been wedged into its sides for thousands of years. But the weather wasn't the only reason the sides were scarred with fresh white scratches and missing green areas. The marks of claws and sharp hard scales had engraven themselves on the largest of the boulders at the base of the mountain. The ground that had once been a rocky meadow, now showed the signs of talons and heavy grooves where the powerful body had launched itself into the air or came in for a landing. The mark of the dragon had indelibly left itself on the area.

At other times and in other places the dragon would have had a bounty placed on his head and been killed. Any large predator so close to mankind didn't bode well. They would ravage flocks and destroy buildings. They were unpredictable animals that could wipe an entire town from the map with little effort or cause. The dragon that claimed the western mountain as his own, though, had never been hunted nor had a contract been taken out on his life. Local villages simply tithed a portion of their beasts and money to him in exchange for keeping them safe from thieves and raiders. It had been that way for nearly four decades and the situation was a prosperous one for both dragon and the people that he protected. It was the stuff of songs and legend, a dragon protected set of villages.

Apollo had high hopes that he would find his song here. The jay had heard whispers ever since he'd come within a hundred miles of the place and they had intrigued him. The bard had a clever mind when it came to music, but he had yet to create a song that was entirely of his own creation. He could sing the sweetest songs in perfect mimicry. He could even create variations on the song, but he had yet to come up with something that he would put his name too. He had never witnessed a great event and he had never recorded anything note worthy. But the dragon that worked with villagers could be the stuff of songs. It hinted at an intelligent mind that might divulge the greatest secrets to him if he only asked the right questions.

That was what had brought him the scarred mountain face in the midst of the fresh spring air and blossoming growth that surrounded him. He was going to find out why the dragon worked with smaller creatures and how they had ever arrived at the deal. The thought of confronting such a powerful creature made the feathers along his head flatten with fear. His dark grey beak clicked a few times as he paused to look at a particularly large gouge in the rock face and swallowed. The claws had nearly dug in two inches and the digits were spread wide enough apart that he could rest his hand between them without touching the ragged edges. He paused and glanced upwards to where they started, a full fifteen feet in the air.

"If the villagers come to give him tribute, surely he's used to people coming here." He muttered to himself and straightened his shoulders so his lute settled easily on his back.

He turned his eyes away from the wall and continued his way along the base of the mountain to try and find a hint of where the beast's lair might be. No one had been able to tell him that. They had only shrugged and told him that they brought their payment and left. The dragon would gather it up once they left. None of them had spoken of how they contacted the beast or how it had first been talked to. For that he would have to speak with the dragon. No one in the village was alive who could remember it properly. They all just agreed that it was a binding contract and that they prospered with the dragon keeping off any raiders.

"What's this?!" A low rumbling voice broke his thoughts just as a gust of wind hammered down on him from above. "No tribute, no gold, no villager? THIEF!"

The jay let out an unlovely squawk and tried to dart away to one side as another gust of wind hit him and a shadow blocked out the sun. He stumbled backwards as the shadow formed itself into the wide reaching wings that glinted crimson in the light. The scales were the color of rubies with a dusting of gold over them, but, lovely as they were, they didn't hold a candle to the beast a whole. Apollo fell down against the rocks as the creature backwinged onto the scarred meadow and swung an arrow shaped head down at him. The long sinuous neck rippled with muscles and a set of large wicked looking spikes rose upwards in an aggressive looking pose. The dragon's lips wrinkled back to bare serrated teeth while golden eyes pinned the bard in place.

"Not a thief!" Apollo managed to stammer as the massive wings were snapped along the creature's back. Oh god, the thing had to be twelve feet tall easily, and twice the length including the tail! "I'm a bard, a music maker! I came to hear your story, that's all."

The dragon's head darted forward and a hot blast of breath hit against the jay's legs as the toothed muzzle came uncomfortably close. The gold eyes glared at him until he felt trapped, locked in place and too terrified to even think of running. "A bard? Little fool, do I look as if I still have bits of egg shell clinging to me? Thieves! I have killed your kind before and will again for violating my territory!"

"I'm not a thief! P-Please, m'lord, I'm not a thief! I'm a bard! I wanted to make a song about how you protect the villages here.." He stumbled over the words as the dragon loomed over him. His eyes darted towards the powerful forelegs and the sharp obsidian claws that tipped each toe on the foot.

"Oh yes." The dragon snarled harshly. "I know what you'll do. You'll want to come to my lair and hear my story. You'll sing a pretty little song and snatch what gold you can as I sleep. I am not a fool! It is bad enough you sneaking creatures come to lair when I fly, now you make so bold as to do so when I am in the air above you!"

"It's not like that! I swear, I will swear any oath you wish if only you will believe me!" The jay stumbled over the words and tried to huddle in on himself. "Or I will leave, right this moment and sing only a song that you kill all thieves that come here!"

"You'll swear any oath?" The dragon tilted his narrow muzzle to one side as if he were thinking. "Any oath at all?"

"Yes! Any oath you wish! To anything you wish!" Apollo tried to keep his eyes fixed on the dragon's instead of the teeth. Anything to make sure he didn't end up trying to run despite his terror. If he ran the creature would kill him.

A soft growl started deep in the deep chest and started to grow until the jay felt the ground under him vibrating ever so slightly. The vibrations translated to his legs and the soles of his feet until it rose up and burst from the narrow muzzle. The lips parted and a thick red tongue curled on the air as the creature snarled. Wait, no, it wasn't snarling. It was laughing. Somehow that was even more unsettling then hearing a growl.

"Very well, little fool, I will make sure you speak the truth to me." The dragon finally spoke and lifted up one forepaw. "And you shall pay for your violation of my territory. If what you say is true I shall offer you the story of my life after you've paid for trespassing and in the morning you might go free. If what you say is a lie, then... well... I'm sure you'll understand exactly what my price will be." The drake showed every one of his teeth in silent threat.

"Y-yes, I understand. I pledge to you, what I say is true.." Apollo stammered, but the words died in his mouth as the forepaw loomed closer to him along with one needle sharp talon.

The dragon didn't kill him with a blow of the paw or make a move to tear into his flesh. The jay birds feathers trembled with each shiver as the talon suddenly made a savage movement in the air and a glow started right at the tip. A gleaming crimson glyph was carved in front of him as a snarling foreign language made him cringe backwards. The glowing glyph pulsed to life as gold fire raced around the edges to outline it in sharp detail. Apollo only had enough time to realize that the magical symbol was lowering down towards him before it slammed into his chest. He didn't have time to run, didn't have time to ask what it was. It was in him and the gold and crimson fire flowed into his body like liquid heat that made his back bow and a screech burst free from his beak.

Was the dragon looking for the truth? He had told the truth! If he was supposed to speak the truth or would be forced to tell it, he couldn't. His beak snapped together as the flow of magic lashed at his muscles and sank into his bones. He could no more stop it then he could stop the weather. His back bowed and he scrambled back away from the dragon that had settled on his haunches and seemed to be watching with amusement.

The crescendo of the magic came as his body started to change and his feathers were forced to flatten down to his body. His clothes began to constrict and bind as his chest grew and the bones thickened beneath the muscle. His eyes bulged in fear as he stared down and realized that the seams were straining and starting to tear while the bones in his arms started to pop and change. The jay stumbled to his legs and tried to run away, but he only lurched forward a step before crying out. His spine started to lengthen and he fell down onto his hands as he arched upwards and the shirt finally tore free and fell down in rags to either side. His chest was starting to shift and the keel strengthened as he wildly watched his fingers start to grow heavier and longer. The hands themselves were changing into something far less dexterous.

As he grew he became aware that his feathers were turning hard. It started at the shafts and ran all the way to the tip as the blue and white plumes became flat and hard. They linked together and rested against one another as they became scales instead of soft feathers. They felt constricting as the scales flowed to places that weren't even covered with feathers! The armor like covering restricted his movements, but didn't trail to his tail. His tail was changing even more drastically then his feathers! Where they had only hardened to form scales over his body, his tail was compressing the scales together and... he could feel it! Not just the base and movement of his muscles that controlled the feathers, but he felt the length of them as well.

Apollo cried out as muscles he had never possessed started to curl the tip of his tail feathers and the base of them thickened. The cry only made him more aware of the fact that everything was changing. His legs were growing thicker and more muscular and the bones were changing so that he was lifting higher from the ground. He dug his claws against the earth while his pants started to tear away from him. The ragged cloth fell down around his ankles, but his mind wasn't on the fact he was nude and exposed. His mind was on the fact that the white glistening scales on his head were flowing down over his beak. They rolled over the tip while the inside of his beak was changing form dramatically. Curve teeth descended and his tongue grew thicker.

"What's happening?" He roared the words and the voice was not his own. It was snarling and loud, and the only answer was rumbled laughter from the dragon.

An ache started along his shoulders and he grew aware that the vestigial wings were changing. They were covered in scales and the primaries started to flow down along his side to join there. The bones rearranged themselves until he twisted his head to watch in horror as long powerful fingers ran through the sails. The wings grew heavier and larger so that they were no longer largely decorative, but vast and powerful. The muscles formed along his shoulders and seamed effortlessly with his larger form. It was the sight of the wings that made him realize what was happening. He was turning into a dragon, a monster, a beast! He whimpered and stumbled upwards to try and stand up, but it was ungainly as the last of the changes flowed over his haunches to make them the powerful appendages that could be used to kick off into the air.

"Rrrr much better." The dragon was watching him with curiously bright eyes and Apollo glared at him, but it lacked force as his entire body was shaking. "Tell me again, 'bard', why did you come to my mountain and into my lair without invitation or warning."

The former jay dropped down onto all fours and was shocked to find that his head was only slightly lower than the real dragon's. He swallowed convulsively and his thickened tongue pushed up onto the roof of his muzzle. He became aware of a curious metallic scent on the air and tried to dismiss it as he struggled to answer. He had to answer! Was his punishment becoming a dragon forever? Would he be stuck this way, unable to play his beloved lute? His stomach cramped down he felt an odd heat starting to form along his haunches as his inner body seemed to twist in on itself.

"I am a bard, I came here to listen to your story. To make a song of it." He repeated and listened to his voice. It was softer, for all that it was louder, and had an almost musical quality to it. "I meant no harm to you and had no desire to take your gold!"

"Mmm, well that's that then." The dragon snorted out hotly and gave his head a shake. "A dragon can't lie. Which is very bothersome, but very handy when they come across a suspected liar."

"Oh thank god, then I'll go back to being a jay right?" Apollo felt weak with relief that this had only been to get the truth of the matter out. The change hadn't hurt, it had just been odd. He could deal with that as long as he wasn't being eaten.

"Oh, of course you will. In the morning. After your punishment and your story." The drake stretched his wings out one at a time and gave a slow smile. "But for now, you are to be punished for intruding so rudely here."

"B-but, I don't know how to contact you to give you warning!" Apollo protested while the dragon advanced on him. The beast's nostrils were flared and there was a curious glazed look in the golden eyes. "What do you want... what's your name?" He tried to grab a topic that would be safe or at least distracting.

"My name is Amsol. And what I want is you, my dear." The drake's tongue flickered out lightly. "Dragons are never eager to share treasure or territory, which can make a virile male quite lonely for his own kind. So, I think you can figure out what the punishment will be."

The growling laughter bubbled up again and one of the large red paws reached out and gripped the base of Apollo's tail. The former jay roared out at the sudden yank that forced his haunches backwards and tried to scramble away. The dragon couldn't want to do THAT to him! The wide spread red wings mantled over Amsol's back as the newly made dragon was hauled backwards. Inch by inch as he struggled and dug his claws into the ground. A hot breath puffed out against the base of his tail and he spread his glittering sapphire wings with a screeching protest. The feel of the hot breath sent an unwilling tremor running through him before the teeth lightly bit there. A gentle grip that made his entire body squirm, but not in an effort to express. The teeth had found a spot that sent a strange thrill through him as they nipped and nibbled above his tail base.

"I'm not gay! I'm not attracted o males!" Apollo tried to reason with the creature as the nips continued. "Rrrph.. s-stop that!"

"Neither am I. So we have no problem, do we?" The drake murmured before his hot tongue rubbed along the former jay's tail base and he found himself whimpering out. The flesh beneath the scales felt too sensitive and all too eager to respond to that touch.

"B-but..." He managed to get out before the foreclaw gripping his tail suddenly yanked it upwards.

The blue and white dragon tried in vain to clamp his tail down to hide himself, but he couldn't. Amsol mockingly kept his tail up as a hot breath puffed out right against his pucker. He swallowed roughly and dug his hind legs against the ground, to try and get away from the snuffling nose. The breath only lingered there a moment before the muzzle went lower and a hot, thick, slimy tongue uncurled to rub along a portion of Apollo's scales that made him groan and freeze in place. The tongue tip caressed ever so lightly and probed so that his loins seemed to pulse in time with his pounding heart. He jerked his head down and stared between his hind legs to try and snarl at his attacker, but the sound died on his throat as he stared betwixt his haunches.

He could see the great red tongue that was licking him. He could see the tip pushing and probing lightly, but it wasn't licking or rubbing at a sheath. There was no sheath. No balls. Nothing externally male. The first thing Apollo could think of was that everything was internal, but that thought couldn't stay for long. The tongue pushed upwards and he felt the tip sliding into a smooth silken channel. The feminine lips were forced to spread apart as the appendage began to violate her. Her inner walls clamped down and she finally managed a horrified cry as the slimy saliva coated the minute scales around her slit and started to rub and caress her passage. The dragoness' wings dropped down and she jerked her head up. She didn't want to see any more.

But not seeing didn't take away the fact the impossibly long tongue was leisurely exploring her passage with forceful pushes. Her walls clenched down hard around him and she clamped her jaws shut to try and stop even a hint of noise from escaping. She squeezed her eyes shut, but nothing helped. It didn't hurt, it didn't ache, it felt as if he was forcing her body to rouse to him. Her walls rippled and quivered until the wetness of his saliva began to mingle with lubrication from her own body. She whimpered and arched her back slightly. Her tail jerked upwards while the tongue tip plunged so deep it was coiling and lapping over a spot that made her cry out and push her hips backwards. Her haunches spread open and her legs gave out until she struggled against the hold on her tail so that she could crouch down. Why was she crouching?

"Rrrr eager." Amsol rumbled as his slimy tongue flicked back from her passage and licked along his muzzle. "Most of the ones take far longer to get in the mood."

"I don't want this?" She tried to snap at him, but her voice came out in a quivering question. Not even a statement.

"Oh you want it.." The dragon let go of her tail, which traitorously remained lifted up from her tingling loins.

He moved his forepaw up to her shoulders and gave a gentle press, but that's all Apollo's body needed. Her forelegs dropped down into a crouch that left her haunches lifted just a bit higher up. Her wings spread to either side and were held low in a submissive position as she tried to make her body obey her. It didn't want to obey her. She was left staring at the male with his neck arched and the deep red knotted shaft that bobbed beneath his belly. A thick drop of wetness bubbled to the tip and ran down towards the ground in a strand. It was large, too large, and the moment of fear nearly gave her the power to bolt, but not quite. Her inner walls were squeezing rhythmically against one another in time with her heart beat.

Amsol licked his muzzle with a long red tongue and cleaned the wetness that clung to his muzzle before his powerful body moved over her. He was larger than her and seemed to be massive when he mantled his wings over her. He shielded her body from everything except himself as his forelegs hooked just in front of her wings and his muscled haunches dropped down. The tapered tip of his cock spilled out a fiery dribble of pre onto her scales and the hot masculine scent flooded her muzzle. She dropped her jaw open and started to pant while his body pushed down against her and their scales rubbed against one another sensuously. Why was she enjoying this? Why wasn't she fighting? Gods it was hard to think! Hard to do anything but feel.

The drake's red tail moved down and coiled around her slender one. It started at the base and moved all the way to the tip so that he forced it upwards and to one side. It was the base of her tail that served to guide the engorged cock down her haunches as she trembled and clamped her jaws together to stifle a croon. Her mind battled and struggled to find a way out, but nothing made sense anymore. The only thing that made even partial sense was the feel of the body against her own and the heavy shaft that slipped down beneath her tail. The thick syrupy precum spilled against her tail hole and ran downwards between her haunches as Amsol shifted his haunches and guided himself towards her glistening virginal opening.

"Please.." Apollo hissed the word out, she'd meant to beg for him to stop, but all that came out was that one word.

Two things happened at once to make her shriek out. The great killing jaws clamped down against the back of her neck and the tip shoved up hard against her folds. The drake pried her open and his weight pinned her in place as the smooth glistening walls were forced to stretch open. Her body jerked and bucked in shock at the aching feel of the body forcing itself inside of her. The wide head plunged inwards with a wet popping noise before the glistening flesh was inched ever deeper. Her walls were forced open so wide that her haunches splayed open wider. She couldn't even try to move forward to relieve the pressure, the sharp serrated teeth dented in her scales as he claimed her. She could only gape her jaws and cry out as the ridges that ran along the underside plucked and pulled along her lips.

The hot drooling precum spilled into her, but didn't escape as the dragon gave another sharp thrust and buried half his length within her roused body. The only thing that was forced out was her own sweet arousal that ran down along the shaft in silent accusation of how Apollo truly felt. She squeezed her eyes shut only to be rocked forward as the hips gave another firm thrust and this time she felt the bulge at the base squishing up against her folds he pulled backwards. The texture of the drake's cock sent tremors of pleasure through her and her walls suckled hotly around him as she writhed. It was too much, it was too thick, it was too long, but her body wanted it. Her body milked and pulled at him as he slammed forward again and the knot pushed up along her outer lips.

The tail that gripped her own yanked her backwards at the apex of each thrust as the hot breath blew around the back of her neck. She let out a whimpering cry as the ridges that lined the base of the shaft stimulated and teased her. They stroked over her passage and caressed her in ways she had never experienced so that she clenched and squeezed around him. The precum was pushed out with her own arousal while she dug her claws against the ground and shuddered with unwilling pleasure. The knot that pushed against her lips teased her and spread her just a touch wider each time the creature drove into her before pulling out. His own growling pleasure vibrated down her spine.

His back arched upwards as the thrusts started to shorten and she only had brief respites of the knot hammering against her lewdly spread folds. Her walls suckled and milked around him, but each time they tightened they forced the ridges more deeply with her. When he pulled out she let out a muffled cry of pleasure and pushed back harder to reclaim them. The hot slick noises of his thrusts came faster, harder until all she knew was the pounding of the knot against her outer lips. The walls were forced open wider and wider as he let out a snarl and his tail yanked her backwards. Her entire body was forced back onto him as his tip edged deeper and deeper. The knot splayed her open to the point she was scared it would rip her apart before, with a wet squelching sound, it sank into her body.

The sensation of it forcing her open made her cry out in a high pitched feminine cry before the drake yanked it out with a dribble of wetness that coated her outer lips. He had barely freed her from it before he forced her walls to swallow him again. The former jay's toes dug furrows in the ground as the thrusts forced the knot in and out. The ridges had been pleasurable, but the knot was making every thought in her mind leave. All she wanted was to feel it driving into her and pulling out. Her jaws parted and her tongue lolled out as she whimpered and moaned when as he started hammering the knot in and out. The constant friction and tugging of the ridges proved too much.

Apollo's haunches locked up and her eyes snapped open wide as her walls contracted down and the snarl of the drake signaled his sudden drive forward. The swelling bulb struggled and forced its way through the pulsing contractions as the rush of pleasure rolled through her. She bugled out in an animalistic sound as the drake's knot slammed home and her walls started to pull and suckle greedily about him. The knot ballooned out wider and wider and stretched her open. She didn't care, all she cared about was the waves of pleasure that made her heart hammer painfully fast against her chest. The ridges thickened and rubbed along her quivering channel before the drake's jaws released her bruised neck.

Amsol's snarl of pleasure burst from him as his cock pulsed and the first goopy rope of cum was released inside of her. The blue and white patterned dragoness shuddered as the heat flowed into her in a thick creamy burst that came in time with the throbbing red shaft. Her walls betrayed her and coaxed each drop from him eagerly. It hungrily pulled the seed ever deeper while her body remained pinned down beneath him. The lingering pleasure relaxing her muscles as the pearly goo warmed her loins in a way she had never experienced. She would have blushed if she could, but it didn't seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter except keeping her loins pushed back against Amsol's. The scales along his vent rubbed and meshed with her own in the most tantalizing way.

It seemed like forever until the drake draped himself back over her back so that she was firmly pinned against the ground and tied to him oh so intimately. She couldn't even try to ignore the sensations as each throb of oozing cum briefly rubbed the ridges over her sensitive passage. She dropped her head with her tongue still lolling out and rested it on the ground. Her body was shaking and trembling in the afterglow. Apollo couldn't get her mind around what she had just done, what had just happened, or the fact that her body was still caressing and milking the spurting cock for more and more. It felt like it would never end. And part of her... didn't want it to.

"Now..." Amsol's voice sounded thick and pleased above her. "You may ask your questions and as long as I am tied with you I will answer..."

"B-but..." The former jay started to protest weakly and turned her head to find the long red muzzle parted in a wicked smile.

"And if I soften and slip out, well... If you haven't had all your questions answered, then you'll have to just behave as my dragoness again, now won't you?" The drake rumbled laughter which made his cock twitch within her so that she flinched and whimpered softly in pleasure.

"I.. understand." She managed to answer and swallowed. Her muzzle felt dry as she started to ask her first question. Most of her prayed he'd answer them all swiftly so she could have this horrible event in the past and forgotten. But some small sinful part half hoped that he wouldn't finish in time. And that part grew with each pulse of the thickened red length inside of her and the increase of thick dragon semen that pooled within her.