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The night after his bizarre transformation into his wyvern's cock, Lane slumbered a very deep and peaceful rest. The events of the previous day had been so very literally and figuratively draining, and his new home was so comfortably snug he barely even dreamt. But the dreams that did come were quite strange indeed. Hazy, distorted memories and musings from Cloudstreak sloshed through his mind and mixed with his own until it felt as though the two were sharing one dream.

He dreamed of flight with his wyvern through endless starry skies; he imagined long murmured conversations of subtle but deep intimacy. He looked into mirrored waters and saw the wyvern's reflection and his own superimposed. He swam and ate and drank and flew, fought and played and rested; everywhere, Cloudstreak was with him, never further than his fingers could reach, his whispers always finding the wyvern's finned ears. The wyvern's own dreaming mind was ever with him, thoughts and memories and musings spilling between the two dreamers without boundary.

After a time, Cloudstreak seemed to move further away... still present, but somehow more distant. Lane's slumber deepened, and his rest became still and peaceful. It was deeply restful and rejuvenating.

The elf awoke slowly to his body being gently rocked about in warm, cushioned softness. The first thing he noticed was the odd smell, which was a thick and cloying musk that unmistakably smelled of Cloudstreak. Lane was so relaxed from his deep dreaming slumber that it took him quite some time to awaken, a process made all the more difficult by the darkness of his resting place. But ever-so slowly, his alertness returned. Where was he again? Why was this room so small and dark and full of fleshy folds? He was tender all over. Not quite sore... but feeling worn down to his bones. What had he been doing..?

Lane noticed the slime coating his nakedness next, followed by the trapped snugness of his lower extremities. He tried to push his legs up off his strange bed, only to notice that he wasn't in a bed. In fact, he didn't even *have* legs. All his attempts at movement produced was a strange sensation of churning tightness somewhere where his legs had once been....

“Ohhhhh-!" Lane whimpered, memories from yesterday crashing into his thoughts like a meteor shower. He stared down at the twisted crimson-ochre flesh of his fused lower body as it all came back. He recalled the insanity, the horror, the crushing weight of his transformative merging with his wyvern's penis as murky but undeniable memories. It was little wonder he was feeling used up; he'd been *milked* dry the previous evening!

The heated tension in his loins crawled across his skin, stiffened his boneless form. As shocked and disgusted as he was with his changed state, it was difficult to ignore that it felt... he felt...

All across his body, the young elf felt so sensitive, so sexual, so aroused! A distant part of his mind recognized that the feelings filling him were like some kind of morning wood, albeit much, much stronger in his altered state. He literally *was* his wyvern's morning wood now; every part of his body was flushed with waking arousal, except Cloudstreak was already awake.

In fact, Lane was able to fast surmise that the wyvern was in flight. The steady rocking motion he felt inside the dragonkin's slit came from the beating of his mount's wings against the air.

'Cloudstreak! Cloudstreak, where are we? Where are we going!?' Lane frantically called out to his partner.

The wyvern responded in his mind after a short pause. 'Ah... good morning, Lane. I could feel you waking up. You slept well,' he said. It was no question.

'Answer me! What is going on!?' the elf pressed his questioning. 'Have you... can you restore my true form? I'll not live like this!'

The wyvern was silent for a time. 'We are on a mission for Lord Sartharon to the Trennenbran Pass.'

Lane knew the location well; it was along a narrow strip of level ground just east of where the Amanabran range broke, not far from the far southern edge of the Clouded Kingdoms. One major road circled the Amanabran mountains and another crossed a bridge from the adjoining Trennenei mountains. Where the Trennenei and Amanbran ranges would have met- had they not been divided by the waters of the Goldstream River- sat Trennenbran Pass. There was little there of note save for a few small farms and the Trennenbran Inn, a resting spot for passing travelers and caravans.

'And what is there? Why are we going?' Lane questioned.

'Ah... according to our agents, the second of the Varian line, Prince Talsyn and his merry band.'

'No!' “No!" Lane was so taken back he spoke aloud as well as mentally. Prince Talsyn was the second oldest of the elven princes and for a time he had been considered the favorite for accession to the throne. But Talsyn was an adventurer at heart and had always refused the royal office and its responsibilities, preferring the itinerant life of a wandering adventurer. 'Cloudstreak, no! This madness must not continue!'

The wyvern's mental voice was smug and almost vicious with amusement. 'Oh, but it will! It must! For dragon-kind to thrive, the Varian line must come to an end!'

Lane's thoughts flashed back to Prince Neimoor, his former commander, now merged with his own wyvern's butt; his eyes set into the sleek scaly cheeks of the dragonkind's rear; his mouth a warm, tight hole... a tail-hole that Lane himself had been stuffed inside not long ago...

'NooooooOooooOo!' Lane's mind was assaulted by contradictory thoughts of arousal and horror as he recalled the previous day's events. Being *used* like a cock, licked and frotted and sucked and *thrust* deep and hard into tight holes. The crushing fleshy tightness surrounding his throbbing form; the succulent sucking of slippery flesh all around his rock-hard body... the gushing pleasure of spewing cum hard and deep into that eager orifice...

...but even as Lane felt tingles of pleasure roll up his cylindrical body and further stiffen his altered form his mind rebelled at the perversity. 'C-Cloudstreak... whyyyyyy? What... what possible purpose could this have? WHY?'

Cloudtreak's reply was suffused with satisfaction. 'I already told you; to end the Varian line. To end the spell that binds dragonkind to their will, to free us all! I think it is a good time to tell you more; you must understand why we are doing what we are.'

'You see Lane,' the wyvern continued. 'Long ago, The Clouded Kingdoms belonged not just to the elves but to three kingdoms. The Dwarven League occupied the undermountain, the elves everything from the river to the timberline, and the peaks were the lairs of the dragons. But the elven king, Vexus Varian, was a warlock as greedy as he was spiteful. He used treachery and powerful, infernal magic to cast a ritual spell of awesome, awful power... one that slew every wyrm and harnessed the torment of their passing souls to bind dragonkin into eternal servitude. His spell usurped the natural role of the dragons as the guardians and guides of dragonkind and replaced it with that of his own kind.'

The elf was shocked by this revelation, so much so he almost didn't believe what Cloudstreak was saying. But his intimate connection with the wyvern made such a lie impossible. 'WHAT?' he blurted. 'That... that wasn't the story I was told.'

'I'm quite aware. I know they told you when you were training to become a wyvern knight that the dragons were the ones responsible for the treachery and King Vexus was only able to stop them at the last moment... but this is the exact opposite of the truth. And as for the dwarves? Well, after conning them into helping with his vile plan, King Vexus had them all driven out or exterminated as well.'

Lane knew only that the few dwarves he'd encountered in his time had been pathetic vagabonds eking out a meager existence as beggars, serfs, or bandits. To think they once had a glorious civilization of their own..

'The evil magic that the elven king wove, he tied directly into his own bloodline. So long as a single Varian draws breath, anyone with dragonblood is bound to serve them... and those that serve the royalty.'

'Like me,' Lane said. 'But it isn't fair! I didn't even know!'

'I know...' Cloudstreak's mental voice was empathetic, tinged with regret. 'Very few of your kind know the truth. And it isn't a habit of most to question the very foundations of their own power. And you were a good rider; you always treated me with respect and kindness. I promise I will do the same for you now...'

Lane felt the wyvern's internal muscles squeeze around him in a perverse sort of hug. 'Ghnnnmmm..!' he moaned. As much as he protested, as revolting as the idea of being a wyvern's penis was... it felt *so* good. Just being squeezed by Cloudstreak's slit-walls filled his boneless body with sweet sexual stimulation. Even the reeking musk of the unwashed wyvern-slit that was his new home aroused him. He could smell his own pungent, bestial potency. But what was really starting to get to him were the emotions of his former mount.

The elf knew exactly what the wyvern was experiencing. Cloudstreak thoroughly enjoyed having such a large, sensitive, mobile cock, one that could readily produce epic loads of wyvern cum. But more importantly, he was overjoyed that said cock happened to be Lane. Instead of being ridden by the inexperienced young elf and having to serve him unquestioningly, Lane was now utterly *his*. And while Lane's mind was his own, their bodies and feelings and thoughts could flow together without impedance. They were linked together more intimately than lovers, more permanently than marriage, wyvern and wyvern-penis...

'I loooooove having you as my cock... you're a goooooood cock...' Cloudstreak said, again squeezing the penile elf with his pelvic muscles.

The stinging, burning shame of his state kept Lane from enjoying the squeezing sensations as much as Cloudstreak, but it was... hard to deny how enjoyable his fate was. Was it really so bad to be reduced to... to this? His state was one of comfort and safety, overpowering sexual pleasure and steadfast companionship...

'No!' Lane rebelled, his pride reasserting itself. He might not have been a knight for long but he wasn't about to surrender to such an ignominious existence so easily! 'No, Cloudstreak, no! You and your brethren suffered truly, and for that, you have my most sincere apologies on behalf of all elf-kind. But surely there is another way to free you from your bondage. Surely there is an alternative to... to this!'

'Ohhh, there is. In fact it was Lord Sartharon's original plan. I said that the spell would last as long as a Varian yet drew breath? Well... if we were to *kill* them all, the binding magic would dissipate. If our vengeance was delivered in kind, if their lives were ended...'

'Oh.' Lane said.

'Oh, indeed,' the wyvern said. Lane could feel and hear Cloudstreak make a chuffing “Kkkkyrrr..."

'Thisss...' Cloudstreak's psychic words were punctuated with another squeeze of his slit-muscles. 'This is the loophole Lord Sartharon discovered. The ritual of binding is perplexed when elf and dragon-kind are physically merged. One cannot be compelled to serve ones-self. So you see... once the Varian princes are part of us, once all five have been merged into tailed butts, our vengeance will be complete and the spell will be broken! And moreover, then they can serve out the rest of their lives laying eggs to replace all the dragon-kin who were never born because of their ancestors' crimes.'

'Hnnnngghh...' Lane's mental acknowledgment was a strained groan. His morning arousal had been building higher and higher with each squeeze around his shaftlike form inside the filthy, musk-drenched slit, and mentally picturing the wyvern-butt Prince Neimoor had been turned into was bringing back some very stimulating memories. He shifted his weight around in the wyvern's genital slit, hands awkwardly searching for something to hold onto inside the smooth, slippery curved walls that held him as arousal built up in his sex-organ of a body. 'But... uuhnnn... males... uhhh... don't usually get pregnant...' he mentally protested. 'Why... why... butts?'

Cloudstreak made a mental bark of a laugh. 'Ahhhh... funny, isn't it? Dragonkin are almost all bisexual to a much greater degree than elves. But Lord Sartharon, the only dragon who survived the great extermination, is *very* gay. So it's really your own fault for killing off all the female dragons as well as those who appreciate their beauty. Lord Sartharon hasn't quite perfected the magic to make those asses fertile but it won't be long now.'

'I really prefer other males, but I don't mind females...' Cloudstreak's musing continued. 'Maybe someday we'll find a nice wyvernness to put you inside. I do know you much prefer the company of females, Lane, but as my cock, you're going to feel much the same way that I do... which is that there is nothing better to fuck than another male's tight tail-hole. And you should be thankful dragonkind happens to be very clean and stretchy down there.'

The sexual nature of the conversation was affecting Lane even more than the mere physical stimulation of the slit-squeezes. He was growing bigger, his soft and squishy form hardening as he imagined all the tight places he would be filling as a wyvern-cock...

'Not... a cock...' Lane mentally protested, shaking his head as he began to fill out inside the warm musky vent. Salty-sweet pre-cum welled up in his mouth; he balled his hands into fists and tried to fight off his growing arousal with sheer will. It was incredibly difficult to stop from getting horny, his mind's eye catching glimpses of Cloudstreak's memories of using him to breed Prince Neimoor.

'Wasn't it fun, mmmmghghmgmgm?' Cloudstreak mentally moaned. 'Thrusting into Zeryon's tight tailhole? Filling it up with our essence?'

Lane *throbbed*, his throat relaxing as a larger gob of wyvern-pre spurted up into his mouth. His cheeks bulged out slightly as he tried to swallow it back down, finding his throat muscles tensing against his efforts. He remembered the overpowering ecstasy from his first sexual experience as a cock, the feeling of his hard body being squeezed and sucked by the living wyvern-ass that his liege had been transformed into... the supra-orgasmic sensation of cumming everything he had into that warm, wet, tight tailpassage... the look on Prince Neimoor's eyes as he tried to hold that massive load in with his puckered mouth...

Pulsing, hardening, growing heavy and rigid, Lane's pre-cum sputtered from his lips as his bulbous head poked against the lips of Cloudstreak's slit. The muscled folds were tough and leathery flesh that felt quite different from the softness of his inner vent. If this didn't stop, he was going to become erect again... but was that such a bad thing..? His instincts, his needs as a penis were so primal, so powerful. Lane closed his eyes and weakly pushed his hands against the sides of the slit, but the slippery, inwardly-curved surface was impossible to hold on to...

“Kkkkrraaaaaayyyyyhhhhh..." Cloudstreak groaned as his elf-cock's hands slipped and slid past the lips of his scaly genital vent. They were held there pressed together for a few seconds as the muscular opening squeezed them, until his erecting Lane-dick throbbed and surged further forward.

The elf kept his eyes shut as he succumbed to the inevitable, letting the rush of sexual emotions flow through his throbbing body. “Ghrh-*SPURLK!*" he gargled, a heavy blast of wyvern-pre exploding from his mouth right against the inside of the fleshy folds holding him as he grew bigger still. He throbbed again as Cloudstreak squeezed his slit-muscles, and with the next surge that flowed through him, the erecting elf found his head squeezed right between the leathery folds of the wyvern's maleslit. Throbbing, drooling, assailed by irresistible sexual stimulation, Lane let the euphoric tides of his growing erection slowly push his head through the clenching portal of his wyvern's male-slit and out into the open air.

The sight of the outside world was blindingly bright and cold. The air blew across his hard, slick body as he continued to grow erect, cooling him down as the slick-sticky mess rolled down his streamlined form. The inner fire of his arousal made the cold of the onrushing air tolerable, more steady throbbing pulses sliding his arms out of Cloudstreak's slit and then the rest of his cylindrical lower body.

'Mmmmmmhhhh...' Cloudstreak mentally moaned, enjoying the steady thrumming throbs of his erecting Lane-cock almost as much as his partner's slow surrender to their shared arousal.

Lane winced and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of the afternoon, letting the pre-cum leaking into his mouth leak down his bulbous, chinless face and down his smooth underside. He was getting so hard that his body barely swayed with Cloudstreak's wingbeats, keeping him pointed almost straight forward. As cool as the outside air was, the heady waves of intoxicating arousal pulsing through his body kept him hot and hard. His mind boiled and bubbled like a stew with the mental images flowing into him from Cloudstreak; a panoply of mirage-like visions of male wyvern rears. Strong, sinuous tails and stocky, scaly butts; smooth, leathery taints and tight, inviting tail-holes...

The invasive images seared themselves into Lane's mind as his rigid shaft of a body throbbed in the air. Cloudstreak was imagining him rubbing across another wyvern's ass, gliding his smooth, slippery form up against the soft scales under the tail, thrusting him into the crushing tightness of a tailhole, hard and deep. A potent throb ran through Lane's body and his mouth was suddenly filled by a huge surge of pre-cum that sputtered past his lips and down his throbbing length. The elf-cock shuddered, his jutting form pulsing in the winds as his aroused wyvern hissed with lust.

“What's going on down there? HEY!!!" cried out a tinny kobold voice from above.

'Gah! Who is that!?' Lane asked Cloudstreak, shocked by the sudden intrusion.

“Cloudstreak! Can you please keep him in your slit!? We need the element of surprise for this you know!" the kobold above continued.

“Kyraa..." Cloudstreak screeched. The wyvern's cry was petulant.

The overwhelming froth of hardening pleasure flowing through Lane quickly began to ebb as the former knight realized that someone was staring down at his drooling, erect wyvern-dick of a body. “Who... who are you?" Lane asked, too erect to look up and see who was addressing him.

The kobold laughed with a sibilant voice. “Senior alchemist Fizilrik, at your ssservice. Goodness this is strange... conversing with a wyvern's cock! I'm surprised you can even talk like that!"

“Damn you! Damn you all!" Waves of shameful embarrassment assaulted Lane. He squinted his eyes closed and tried to ignore the awful feeling of having his cockified form ogled. “You're not going to get away with this! They'll put a stop to you!"

Again the kobold laughed. “Hah! I think not! Your kingdom has grown entirely dependent on draconic slavery for its existence! Nothing but pathetic pointy-eared dilettantes, you are. Our agents are everywhere and sooooo eager to see the plan through. You stupid elvses! You're gonna be under *our* control from now on! And you're gonna love it!"

A panicked gasp and a dribble of pre-cum left Lane's lips. “No! Enough of thish!" He lisped, swallowing down the salty-sweet slime that had leaked into his mouth. “It... it isn't right! You can't! I know... Cloudstreak told me what happened in the past but I wasn't even alive when all that happened. None of us were! You can't take vengeance on the innocent!"

The kobold paused for a moment. “You... Lane was your name, yes? You may not personally be culpable, but your people have benefited from evil for generations. The indignity! The humiliation! The shame! The evil! Justice will be done; sweet, sweet justice. Justice that your forefathers knew not! And not one elf will die if our plans succeed, no. No! You'll all be serving *us*. So get that through your stupid floppy pointy ears and you'll be better off-"

“Krryaaarr..." Cloudstreak chirruped, before emitting a low growl. 'That's enough of that! Lane, I think your ears are cute.'

The kobold alchemist was taken aback, clearly understanding what the wyvern conveyed. “Er... sorry, Cloudstreak. I uh, got a bit carried away. Yes, your elf actually has, uh, cute ears."

That seemed to satisfy the wyvern. “Krya-ra."

Lane, though he was no longer quite as turgid and throbbing as before, felt a blush wash over his face as his mount-turned-host defended him. Everything about his altered state felt embarrassing, not the least of which were his much shorter but still pointy elf-ears on his hairless speartip of a head. Like his short weak arms and what remained of his face, they were a painful reminder of what he really was... what he had been.

“Nonetheless..." the kobold continued. “You must put him away, for now. It simply won't do to show up with your elfie-dick waving about."

“Awyr." Cloudstreak replied. 'He's right, I know... but Lane you just feel so good to have. It's really quite distracting.'

'Tell me about it...' Lane tartly replied. 'I can hardly think when you're aroused.'

The wyvern chuffed a laugh. 'Heh... 'hard'-ly?'

'Cloudstreak!' Lane blurted, pursing his slit-lips together and wincing.

'Hehe... okay, okay... just relax and get comfortable. We should be there in another hour or so. Then I promise I'll get you cleaned up and give you some personal attention. Maybe not in that order.'

A shiver of anticipation ran down Lane's body, temporarily putting a halt to the small degree of softening he'd already achieved. As much as he fought it, as much as he denied it, as much as it sickened and humiliated him and filled him with revulsion... he could not deny the desires of his penile nature.

Lane gazed down at the countryside below as his body slowly drooped lower, the cool air rushing past helping to calm his lusts as he contemplated his perverse fate. Without Cloudstreak's lusty fantasies pouring into his mind he softened steadily, feeling relaxed as he gently swung around in sync with his wyvern's wingbeats. The elf-cock shrank and softened, sinking back into the moist warmth of his slit. He held himself up with his arms when he was back in up to what was once his neck so he could enjoy the view, until it was too much of an effort for his weakened arms.

The elf closed his eyes as his face was drawn back into the snug darkness, unable to keep from shivering with perverse delight as he was again tucked away into his mount's male-slit.

After getting some fresh air the reeking musk of the wyvern-slit struck him like a slap. It was hard to admit that the smell was mostly coming from *him*. There he rode out the rest of the journey, stewing in the soupy slime and torn between revulsion and delight as he was stewed in his own sexual filth. That, and the anticipation of what might be coming kept him quite alert, never quite fully softening or resting. He squeezed his fingers together as his mind wandered across possibilities. What if he could expose himself before the dragon king's plan could unfold? Could he save others from his fate? It felt as though it would be a betrayal of Cloudstreak, and being seen as he was seemed almost as bad. Would the wyvern even let him? What sort of vile punishment could he expect if it didn't work? Surely there were fates far worse than this. Lane wondered what Prince Neimoor and the others who had been changed were doing while he and Cloudstreak were on this 'mission'.

During this downtime, Lane took a moment to examine himself. He'd been so overwhelmed the previous day by the course of events and the sensations that came with being a cock that he hardly took proper stock of his own body. He could feel that it extended deeper into Cloudstreak's body than just the part that filled his wyvern's slit; what were once his feet and shins were now a very strange and different sort of structure; a draconic ballsack. Tensing his lowest muscles made the pair of sensitive orbs clench and produced a shiver of arousal as the wet and sticky heat inside slosh around. They were totally surrounded by tissue that belonged more to Cloudstreak than him, hugged tight by other parts of the wyvern's internal anatomy. He could sort of feel these other places, but couldn't really control them. The wyvern's prostate and bladder were so close and so connected they felt like a part of him, but they lacked any kind of muscles that would let him control them directly. The walls of his slit, as well as the orifice itself, were much the same; he could easily feel sensations from them, but at a certain remove. They were intimately linked to his merged body, but seemed to be mostly under Cloudstreak's command.

His body proper seemed to begin with the jutting pillar of crimson-ochre flesh that constituted the cylindrical base of his penile form. Perhaps half of his body was nothing more than this slick, smooth, thick spear of masculine potency, strongly-rooted to Cloudstreak's perineum (though Lane didn't know the proper term, he was quite well aware of what it was). It was hard for him to do more than throb or twitch this part of his body. Around his midsection the ochre color seemed to change into a ruddy hue of blushed but paler flesh, and closer to 3/4 of his 'length' the melded texture of a proper elven torso became evident. His arms were noodly, soft, and cartilaginous and he had no trace of a back or spine. His belly button and abdominal no longer existed, nor did his stomach. All he could feel was the thick tube of the urethra that ran right up through the middle of his body, along with the withered sacks of his lungs. Strangely enough, the elfcock could still smell, breathe and speak thanks to the remnants of his respiratory system, but he no longer needed to breathe to sustain his life. The blood that circulated through his veins was oxygenated elsewhere, from Cloudstreak, and flowed into him in an endless loop even when he ceased to breathe altogether. But when he did take in a breath, he could smell and taste the damp, cloying, oily muskiness of Cloudstreak's virility; a raw and deeply sexual smell that emanated from his own transformed body.

The upper portion of his body was the least changed. Here, some part of his former musculature seemed to still be present. He could flex and twist himself almost as much as his old body; more so in some places due to his bonelessness. He still had something almost like a chin, even though his face was forward-pointing and bisected by the twin halves of a pointed, bulbous head split down the middle by his vertical lips. His nose was barely present atop this slit, and it seemed like there was now a sort of valve-like structure in it that made it much easier to breathe out than in. His mouth was almost cross-shaped, his tongue able to feel the slit gap where his slit and mouth had merged into a single opening. Inside his mouth felt strangely normal, despite the lack of teeth. His teeth had melded into firm, fleshy flaps that served in their place for speech but he seriously doubted his ability to chew anything harder than bread with them. Lane wondered if he was even capable of eating in his current state. Some of his cheeks and forehead were still present as indentations in the spongy texture of his penile head, as well as the short and stubby remains of his ears. Wiggling his fingers into them, Lane discovered that his middle ears were sealed up by fleshy coverings, which explained why his hearing seemed somewhat diminished. His eyes were perhaps the least changed part of his anatomy, though even they had been altered to fit his new nature as a wyvern's penis. Thick, clear protective lenses covered them even when his eyelids were open.

When he had completed his thorough self-examination, Lane thought, and pondered, and daydreamed, trying his best to guard his more rebellious thoughts from his host. How on earth could he break free from this awful fate? Cloudstreak was busy with his flight and didn't seem to notice the notions running through his cock's mind.

****

Some time later they landed, muffled voices and sounds reaching Lane as he tried to mentally brace himself for what might happen. Cloudstreak stretched out his tired wings and restless legs.

'Okay, we're here. Be a good cock and keep still for a little longer,' Cloudstreak mentally whispered.

Inside the wyvern's slit, Lane scowled bitterly, crossing his arms and again considering what, if anything, he should do. He was pretty sure if he got himself aroused he could force his way out into the open and expose the dragonkin's perverse plan before it could go into effect. The elfcock took several deep breaths and licked his mouth-slit, again contemplating the risk. The musk coating the inner flesh of his new home was so rich and thick; holding it in what remained of his nose, he decided then and there to try something.

Lane began to stroke his head with his arms, fluttering, tickling motions that started off slow and teasing. He built the gentle strokes into a steady rubbing motion, pursing his slitted lips and flitting his tongue out of the sensitive gap of his mouth.

'Lane... what are you doing?' Cloudstreak mentally questioned.

The elven cock gave no reply to his wyvern host, stroking and rubbing himself, digging his fingers into his pliant flesh. He tensed his rounded base and squeezed the internal ballsack he shared with his male, fullness and arousal building in his body.

Cloudstreak shifted his weight uncomfortably from leg to leg. 'Lane, stop. I told you, not now! The innkeeper is RIGHT in front of us! Fizilrik only needs to speak with him a moment!'

Lane kept silent, continuing his self-pleasure. It wasn't enough though; simple physical stimulation felt good but he wasn't getting hard quickly enough to become erect and evert in front of whoever was there. He thought back to earlier in the day, when Cloudstreak's fantasizing had brought him to a state of hot, throbbing, randy hardness...

Lane recalled the last time he had slept with a girl, a beautiful young elven maiden who was the daughter of a minor noble. He had been accompanying Prince Neimoor to a dance at a grand palatial estate and the two of them spent all evening dancing, and all night making impassioned love. At first, Lane's thoughts were of the maiden and the love they had made that night; the firm warmth of her modest beasts, the floral feminine scent of her skin... the deliciously sweet taste of her netherlips and the heat within them...

The memories were starting to do the trick. Lane closed his eyes as his fantasizing continued, stroking his face and lightly pinching his ears as he felt his body beginning to bloat up. The elfcock focused his mind, trying to remember just how good it felt to thrust himself into the welcoming depths of the maiden's femsex. The breathless joy that lit up her beautiful face; the sensation of her moist warm depths clutching needful around his elfhood. An upwelling of wyvern pre-cum dribbled into Lane's mouth as his imagination drifted away from the past and towards present. What would her soft lips feel like now, caressing his musky, turgid cumslit of a mouth? How would she react to being soaked with a sticky torrent of wyvern-cum if they were to passionately kiss now..?

'Lane... Lane!' Cloudstreak's psychic entreaties were getting urgent.

'You like me as your dick? Well this is what dicks do best!' the merged elf said back.

'Aaahhhh... bad penis!' Cloudstreak growled.

In the back of his mind Lane could sense the icy chill of reproach from his wyvern but he was too involved in his self-pleasure now to pay it much heed. A small squirt of pre-cum pulsed from his lips, which he slathered over his bulbous head as if he was washing himself. Pulsing, throbbing, growing with arousal, the transformed knight's fantasies took a turn for the perverse. He thought of the fair maiden sprouting scales, a tail bursting from her rump, a meaty draconic cock jutting from her female sex. Her mind wracked with confused lust, turning to present a tight tail-hole for him to penetrate with his drooling face...

“Krrr... hrr..." Cloudstreak panted, moving about. 'Hgnh... you naughty cock!'

Lane could hardly care by this point. His slit was getting quite snug by now, his body firm and the haze of pleasure coming over him drawing steady pulses of pre-cum out from his mouth. He'd grown erect enough his hands could reach the edges of Cloudstreak's slit, but they were so smooth and slippery, he was again having a hard time getting hold of them. Wiggling himself up and down against the walls of his mount's inner flesh to keep sexually stimulating himself, the elfcock tried to press his soft fingers through the leathery folds...

Cloudstreak clenched his slit-muscles tight as his cock's hands tried to push past them. 'You're not going anywhere!' the wyvern spat, flexing his inner muscles.

'We'll see about that!' Lane countered. He pressed his throbby face against the clenched orifice, licking his tongue right against the folded flesh and imagining it was a wyvern ass for him to penetrate. He swept his tongue over and through the sensitive slippery tissue, the rest of his erecting form pushing him firmly against it. The taste of the heated saltiness from his own pungent, musky pre-cum was turning him on even more.

Smoldering frustration flowed from Cloudstreak into Lane as the wyvern clenched his slit-muscles even tighter. Lane gurgled and moaned as his whole body was hugged by the smooth flesh, hard enough now to erect, were he not imprisoned by the tensed inner muscles of his host wyvern. He was held so tightly he couldn't twitch or stroke himself anymore, but he continued to lick the twitching exit of Cloudstreak's slit and fantasize about plunging deep into tight, needy holes. It felt as though any second, the wyvern might tire of keeping him trapped, already worn as it was from the long flight.

'Come on! Open uuuuup!' Lane begged, wiggling as much as he could, but the walls of Cloudstreak's slit were locked closed. Even as his arousal built and the tightness hugging all around him filled his sensitive body with simmering pleasure, the wyvern's muscles held fast.

The wyvern was silent, holding himself as still as a statue as he continued to hold his slit closed. Even as stiff and slimy and hot as Lane was, the tense muscles kept him right where he was.

'Naughty... cock...' Cloudstreak's psychic voice was strained with effort. 'Trying to... reveal our secret... baaaad cock. Very... bad cock...'

'UUUGHN!' Lane's reply was a groan of frustration.

'Not going... to ruin... Fizilrik's meeting...' Cloudstreak took a slow, focusing breath. 'Silly penis. Dicks need to be... tucked away... when the time isn't right.'

For several long minutes, the elfcock kept up his squirming attempts to stimulate his wyvern, but he was having trouble bringing fresh erotic fantasies into his mind. His thoughts kept conflicting with the icy rejection coming from Cloudstreak's mind, a sort of contemptuous meditation on how silly and single-minded a cock could be. Lane felt his arousal flag, the knowledge that the decisive moment was passing by, filling him with anxiety.

Slowly, the wyvern-cock grew still. He felt the muscles trapping him relax, and tingles of relief washed through the wyvern's groin muscles and into him through his balls and base.

'Fizilrik is going to punish you for that, you know...' Cloudstreak said.

'I... I had to try.' Lane replied.

'I'M going to punish you,' the wyvern's mental voice was tart.

The rest of the waiting was quite uncomfortable for Lane, dreading what kind of retaliation the wyvern had in store for him. He could sense vicious excitement from his draconic host.

After interminable time, Cloudstreak spoke to him again.

'Alright, Fizilrik is done talking. He wanted to do something mean to you, but I said I'd take care of it myself. Let's get someplace nice and quiet first...'

Cloudstreak began to walk somewhere, but not far before tensing his legs and leaping up into flight. They flew level and steady for a short stretch before Cloudstreak broke into a descending gliding spiral. Inside the wyvern's groin, Lane could hear the rush of a waterfall... were they down by the riverside?

'You shouldn't have done that Lane; it could have been very bad for us if you were discovered.' The wyvern chided his cock mid-flight. 'I know it's not easy accepting your new place in life, but I won't have you ruining centuries of carefully planned vengeance.'

Lane was silent. In the snugness of his wyvern's slit, the elfcock was still quite plump from his efforts to slide free. His anxiety continued to build as he wondered just what Cloudstreak was going to do because of his failed attempt at exposure. His worry was accompanied by a faintly familiar tingling sensation.

Cloudstreak landed and then shifted about doing something. Lane wondered what it was, noticing that a cooling sensation came from above his slit. It was too far back in the wyvern's body for the feelings to be any more than faint and ghostly. He almost imagined he could feel something pouring into the wyvern's stomach...

'Mmmm... nothing like a refreshing drink after a long flight. Soooo thirsty...' Cloudstreak taunted.

'Ahh...' Lane weakly replied. He had a pretty good idea what the wyvern had in store for him.

“*Schlurp*... *Schlorp*... *Schrllp*..." The sound of the wyvern slurping down water was audible to Lane even where he was. Wyverns typically drank water almost like a dog, using their long and powerful tongues to scoop up liquid into their muzzle.

'Sooner or later... I'm sure you'll realize that it's much better to be a good and obedient cock than a naughty one. We're going to be together for a looooong time, after all. You may as well start doing what I ask and try to behave. You might just enjoy things.'

Lane remained quiet. It was really hard *not* to enjoy his bizarre, totally sexualized body, but he couldn't simply surrender to his penile fate. Surely Cloudstreak knew this!

“*Glrk*.. *GLrkK*... *Glkk-k*.." Cloudstreak had plunged his maw into the water and was gulping down cool fresh water with seemingly-insatiable thirst. He was drinking so much Lane could actually feel the belly above his home start to bloat up with liquid coolness.

Lane mentally braced himself for the inevitable as Cloudstreak continued to drink, the tingling in his lower body building. In the lowest and furthest back part of his merged anatomy, where his penile form connected with his mount's bladder, a tickling sensation began to grow. He recognized the feeling from last evening, the first time the wyvern had used him to pee. The elf-cock shuddered shamefully as he remembered just how good the horribly embarrassing event had felt.

“*Glrp!*... *Glp*.... *Glp*....." Cloudstreak's swallowing was finally slowing down. 'Ahhhhhh... refreshing!' the wyvern mentally sighed.

Lane couldn't believe how much water his host had drunk. The tickle in their bladder was getting stronger and more urgent by the second.

Finally, it felt like Cloudstreak was finished drinking. “Krrryyahhhhhhhh..." Cloudstreak moaned sonorously, his belly stuffed full of sloshing liquid. 'I've done my job, now it's time for you to do yours.'

'Like I have a choice...' the elf mentally mumbled.

'You can choose to accept things and be a good cock... or you can be a silly cock and act like you can defy me...' Cloudstreak taunted.

Lane felt the sensation of plumpness coming over him as the wyvern's bladder grew more and more bloated. The erection coming over him wasn't like the ones from before, hard and throbby and drooling. This time he felt ticklish and tense from the liquid pressure building in the lower portions of his penile form. It was the need for a different kind of relief.

The elfcock swallowed and chewed on his lips as he felt the urge to pee wash through him, the demand on his altered body becoming insistent. He moved his hands up to the lips of his slit and positioned his head to push through, well aware that no matter how much he would try and hold back the impending flood, it was an impossibility.

'Hhhrfff... I don't think so!' Cloudstreak said, clenching his slit-muscles tight.

Lane tried to wiggle his bulbous head through anyway, but like before when the wyvern clenched his muscles, it wasn't going to happen. 'Hey! Cloudstreak... I need to... I mean, you know!'

'Ohhhhh I know...' the wyvern taunted.

*KR-SPLASH!*

Suddenly Lane felt his body jostle around as Cloudstreak plunged into the water. What was his wyvern doing..? Lane tried to force his way out of his slit as the urge to urinate continued to rise in the rear of his body, smooshing his face up against the clenched leathery lips of his slit. But with the wyvern's lower body completely submerged, the pressure of the outside water was holding the orifice closed even stronger than before. Even when Cloudstreak relaxed his groin muscles, the force of the rushing water kept his maleslit firmly shut.

“*Glp.*" Cloudstreak swallowed another gulp from the river. 'Mmmmmm... the water feels nice. You can feel the river we're in, yes? Allllll that rushing water flowing passsst...' the wyvern teased.

'Lemme out already! I need to peeeeeee!' Lane mentally begged.

'Ohhhhh I think we're fine like this. Go ahead and pee...' Cloudstreak said, relaxing the muscles along his pelvic floor.

'But I'm still... there's nowhere for it to go!' Lane was starting to panic as the urgent tingling tickles in his lower body got stronger and stronger. They were starting to creep up his shaftlike torso, building in intensity as they did. The sensation was particularly strong in his mouth and throat.

'You don't need to breathe, remember? You'll be fiiiiiine. Remember you're the one who wanted to be a naughty cock. And I did promise I'd give you a good cleaning last night. This way you can wash yourself off.'

'Oh no... oh no...' Lane said, anxiously wiggling to and fro inside Cloudstreak's slit. He couldn't pee like this! There was nowhere for it to go! 'CLOUDSTREAK!!!' he bellowed through their psychic link, closing his eyes tight and fighting down the powerful urge to relax himself and let the urgent tickle flow through him.

“CHrrr-hrrr-hrrr!" the wyvern's laughter was bestial delight. 'You know we're in the Goldstream river, right? Isn't it fitting?'

'C-Cloudstreak!!!'

Twisting and tensing inside the wyvern's slit, Lane remembered reading in a book somewhere it had been named after the tailings of gold that filtered into it from the mines upstream. That was all he could think of as the shivery beginnings of his release came upon him. He fought them back down for the moment, but quickly realized that there really was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. His wyvern's bladder was bulging full and *needed* to be emptied through him. The next time the tremors came over him, he relaxed his lower muscles and let it happen.

The moment he gave in to the irresistible urge, a heavy shiver ran through his whole body and the powerful tickles rushed straight up into his head. He felt liquid heat shoot up from Cloudstreak's bladder, into his former belly, and...

“*KkK-SprrrrrrlchhhhhhhhChhHHhhhHHhhChhh-!*" Wyvern pee, a fountain of the pungent, sour and tangy stuff, erupted from Lane's mouth and straight into the sealed lips of Cloudstreak's slit. The first blast was strong enough to ricochet off the smooth flesh and spray back over his face.

'Ahhhhhhhh...' Cloudstreak mentally sighed.

“*-hhhSssssspSSSssshshshshshsHSHHHHHHHshshshshshshSHSHSHSHS-*" Wyvern piss gushed through the elfcock and out his mouth. Lane trembled as the oscillating outpouring filled his cockified body with shameful delight. Waves of sweet relief washed through him as the wyvern's bladder contents emptied and the discomfort of being so pent up melted away. His trembling made the pressurized jet spewing from his mouth splash all over the inside of his slit and his penile form. Lane blinked as more droplets of his own urine struck his eyes, thankful that his bizarre transformation had given his eyes some kind of tough glassy coating.

“*-HssHhsshSHSHshhshssHSSHSSHhsHSSHSH-*" Lane closed his eyes as he continued to pee, unable to think about anything other than the flow of warm wyvern piss through his body, gushing out his mouth. There was so much of it! A pool of the fresh urine was collecting in the bottom of his snug home as he was forced to taste every last tangy drop of his emission, vaguely noting that it was weaker and more watery than the first time.

“*SHhhhhHHHHhshsssHHHhshsshshshshshSHHSHHSSShs-*"

His shivers had ceased by that point; he felt attuned to the relaxing rhythm of pissing. Every second of blissful urination seemed to wash away more and more of his worries. All he could do was enjoy the sensation of pure, unalloyed relief that came from peeing as a penis, even though by that point, the wyvern's slit was positively sloshing with his piss. At least it was washing all the old cum away...

“*-Shssshshskkrlllrkgklrrrshrlrkrskrlgrbrblkl-*" The growing pool of wyvern-piss had reached up to Lane's mouth by now, the gushing stream flowing from it churning the urine into a froth. Lane opened his eyes back up and watched with idle curiosity, resigned to being marinated in his own urine. The feeling of humiliation was intense. It didn't help that he could hear Cloudstreak mentally sighing and groaning with pleasured relief from using the elfcock to piss all into his own slit.

“*-Kbrrlrbblpgpugh-*" Lane watched the rising level of the urine as it grew past his mouth, making the stream of urine erupting from his mouth much quieter. Strangely enough, some of it poured into his nostrils, and while the smell was kind of sour, he didn't feel any discomfort when his nasal passages became flooded.

“-ghbrsfffffsffffffsffffffffshhhh-" Lane blinked as his piss came up past his eyes, again thankful for the lenses protecting them. Being immersed in a bath of his own wyvern piss was a sight he never dreamt he would see. He thought back to the previous night and how he was able to see the inside of Zeryon's tail-hole when buried inside it. He could have closed his eyes if he wanted to, but... it actually felt even better to be peeing while already in a bath of his own urine, surrounded by the warm pungent liquid.

Soon the whole of the wyvern's slit was filled with piss, but the wyvern-penis wasn't quite done with his job. The flexible pocket of flesh started to stretch and bloat as Lane continued to pee into it. The pressure actually felt good... a sensation Cloudstreak shared. The pleasant liquid pressure of his piss was all around him, even as he continued to contribute to it through his gushing mouth.

*Sprlrch!*

Suddenly the pressure of Lane's piss overcame the pressure of the river just outside the wyvern's water-sealed slit. The entrance fluttered open and a turbulent rush of cool water flooded into the orifice. Faintly yellow-golden wyvern pee and pure transparent water swirled about around Lane as he continued to spit out a steady stream of urine.

Lane reached his hands up slowly and unsteadily to grip his slit-lips, still quite distracted by the effort of emptying the wyvern's bladder. With the slippery slitfluid washed away, they were much easier to get ahold of. He pulled himself forward, weakly throbbing with relief as he was able to squeeze his pissing face up and out of his fleshy prison, after briefly gushing a jet of urine directly against the inner part of the leathery slit opening. The elfcock stared out at the riverbed below, watching the golden-yellow colored jet spewing out of his mouth as it faded into a faint, wandering cloud before being washed away by the rush of water.

Slowly, the pressure behind Lane tapered off. The last few mouthfuls of urine didn't so much shoot from him as leak out of his mouth in weakening spurts. Lane shivered slightly in the cool rushing water as he felt the river wash over him and pour in and out of his slit. It felt good to finally be clean... but the oddest urge to keep the last bit of acrid wyvern piss in his mouth kept him from opening his lips to swish it out. He realized the taste of his own urine was actually kind of good, a hint of his musk hidden under all the sour-salty tanginess.

Cloudstreak turned around and clambered up out of the river with his wings, with Lane hanging halfway out of his slit. Once they were back on solid ground the wyvern squeezed his groin muscles, expelling the rest of the water from his well-washed slit along with most of the rest of his elfcock.

Lane looked around at the riverside, his eyes taking in the sight of grass and shrubbery like a starving man at a meal. He hadn't had much to see all day cooped up in his mount's maleslit. As comfortable as it was, there wasn't a lot to look at inside a wyvern's groin.

'Heh... I expected you to fight a lot more than you did. Are you finally starting to accept things?' Cloudstreak said to Lane through their link.

Lane didn't answer. Peeing was sheer relief, so relaxing and exciting at the same time. It was only the second time he'd been used in such a fashion and already the pleasure of it was quickly growing on him. And he was going to be doing it again, and again, and again every day now..? It was too much. Lane shut his eyes and gave a piteous sigh, rubbing his hands into his face.

“Crrrrrrruuuuurrk..." Cloudstreak called out, leaning his long neck down to face his Lane-penis with his head upside-down. 'Awwww, don't be sad. You did such a good job. And now you're nice and clean.'

Lane kept rubbing his face. He wished he felt sad. What he actually felt was something much worse; he felt happiness. Horrible, horrible happiness, from taking such a long and satisfying piss. He loved and hated it at the same time, feeling so good from such humiliating debauchery.

'I'm not going to discipline you any more... I can't stay mad at you, you know...' Cloudstreak mentally purred.

Lane looked at his wyvern through his fingers. Cloudstreak seemed concerned, even caring. The elfcock wasn't sure how to feel about his mount's emotions. As close as their bond was, he didn't share the wyvern's uncomplicated approval of their merging. They were stuck together, but he had to be more than just a draconic penis. His self-image couldn't allow anything else. He both loved and hated his fate and wasn't sure how to deal with such a complicated set of emotions. Then, a devious idea came to him... Lane swished the small mouthful of pee left in his mouth around and spat it straight into Cloudstreak's face.

Cloudstreak shut his eyes as the spray of his own urine splashed down across his snout. A smile crinkled across his muzzle. 'Naughty, naughty cock...' he said, shaking his head as it dripped off his upturned snout. 'What am I going to do with you?'

'You're the one who did this. Deal with it,' Lane said. He couldn't help but smile back at Cloudstreak.

The two laughed softly, together.

Faint pulses of pleasure welled up into Lane through his base. As he gazed into Cloudstreak's bronze eyes, he realized that he simply couldn't stay angry with the wyvern either. Arousal flowed from Cloudstreak and into Lane, and then back into the wyvern as the merged elfcock felt his body stiffen and lengthen closer to his mount's muzzle. Cloudstreak turned his head to the side and leaned closer... the two didn't need words for what was coming over them.

Cloudstreak opened his maw slightly and lapped out his tongue, gently licking across Lane's face. Lane sighed as the tongue left a hot tingle on his sensitive, bulbous face. He pressed his own tongue into Cloudstreak's next lick, and the next, and the one after that. Soon the dragonkin and his penis were passionately kissing. Lane pushed his hands up to stroke Cloudstreak's snout, while the wyvern sat down on the warm grass to get closer to his elfcock.

It was like no other kind of kissing Lane had felt before, the glans of his face throbbing with pleasure with each muzzle-rub and lick. Stiffening arousal thrummed through his body, making him more and more erect with each tender kiss. His own tongue was much smaller and weaker but just as eager, the taste of Cloudstreak's saliva mixing with the thick flavor of the precum that welled up in his own mouth from each throb. All the teasing from earlier made him feel so very, very horny now that he knew he was actually going to find release...

The haze of lust that came over the elfcock again reduced his mind to a simple and primal state, the aching need of his penile form and the concurrent state of total arousal banishing from his thoughts anything other than the intimacy and intensity of sexual contact. Cloudstreak swished his tongue into Lane's slitted opening and wiggled it into his cock's mouth. A powerful throb of pleasure forced Lane to twitch and spit up a potent burst of wyvern-pre. The sensation of his whole body suddenly stiffening and leaping with pure arousal, the feeling of hot liquid pleasure shooting through him and out his mouth, the taste of raw sexual musk from his wyvern's pre-cum was sheer bliss.

Cloudstreak began to tremble with each of Lane's spitting pulsing throbs, the wyvern panting and growling as he continued to passionately make out with his own half-elven cock. Lane was so aroused, he was starting to have trouble kissing the wyvern back, too preoccupied with expelling slimy mouthfuls of salty-musky wyvern-pre that bathed his sense of taste in his own draconic masculinity. Cloudstreak opened his maw and gave the tip of his draconic-elven dick a slow, gentle suck.

'O-OoohhhH-!' Lane psychically moaned. It was his first time being sucked as a penis and the elfcock found the sensation most agreeable.

'You like that, mmm?' Cloudstreak asked. He slowly opened his maw wider, taking in more of Lane's glans-face into the moist warmth of his muzzle. The wyvern curled his leathery lips around his sharp teeth to keep them from scraping the sensitive, turgid flesh of Lane's head as he moved his muzzle down onto his cockified partner.

More sucks followed, each one a small explosion of wet, warm, stimulating pleasure.

*SCHLK*... *SCHLRK*... *SCHRLK*... *SLRK*... *SHLK*... SLRKRK-KRK*...

Lane gushed pre-cum from his mouth and into Cloudstreak's as his sensitive head was slowly engulfed into his wyvern's maw. Cloudstreak was slowly pushing his muzzle further down his elf-cock, each suck stimulating more of Lane's sensitive body. The sounds of the wyvern's self-sucking were unbelievably lewd and wet and messy. Coated in saliva and dripping with natural lubricant, Lane felt positively filthy in the best way.

After one suck, Cloudstreak paused to swipe his tongue into Lane's mouthslit again, and a particularly powerful spurt of pre from his pleasure-wracked cock coated nearly the whole of his tongue.

'MMmmm... tasty cock...' the wyvern moaned to his penis. 'Good cock...'

Lane made no effort to contradict Cloudstreak this time. Twitching and spurting, heaving and drooling, so hard and so horny... he certainly *felt* like a good cock. A very good cock. A potent and powerful wyvern-cock, with a full sack ready to be emptied and a warm willing orifice ready to take his load.

Cloudstreak's muzzle took more of him in, more of the cylindrical, streamlined, ridged shape that was his merged body. Cloudstreak couldn't really lick Lane's head anymore with so much of him stuffing the wyvern's muzzle and so his tongue came to rest on top of Lane and flickered across his smooth topside. When his arms sank into the moist depth of Cloudstreak's maw, he reached out his hands and grabbed hold of the ivory base of his lover's back teeth for support.

Lane blinked as he took in the sight of the inside of Cloudstreak's muzzle. The long, thick tongue lashing about across his top kept him from seeing much of the underside but he had a clear view of the wyvern's ridged palate as well as the fleshy tunnel of his gullet. All around him, the maw was moving in weird undulating waves of motion to suck him, closing down and flexing, the jagged rows of teeth kept safely at bay. A small part of him felt a hint of discomfort at all the meat-tearing teeth and the creepy sensation that he was being eaten alive, but those feelings were insignificant compared to the overpowering arousal that came from his whole cockified body being tenderly, passionately sucked. Lane made a game of pursing his lips together as he felt himself throb, doing his best to direct his squirts of precum down into Cloudstreak's throat as well as onto any place inside the hot moist maw that seemed like they weren't messy enough.

Lane felt his internal ballsack quiver and clench as the intensely intimate experience of being sucked off by his own wyvern fast drove him towards orgasm. He could barely think and his hands slipped free of Cloudstreak's teeth as his penile form became molten hot and rock hard, pulsating inside his lover's sweetly-sucking maw. A climactic throb of white-hot intensity rocked through him, and then suddenly an explosion of pure pleasure wracked the cock as he came. He could feel the torrent of thick wyvern cum as it surged up the tube that ran straight through his base and into his throat, opening his mouth wide as it burst from him in a thick and sticky geyser of spooge!

“*GkshpplrTK!*"

'AAAHHHhhh-hhhHHHNGHHNH~!' Lane's mental voice was a wordless moan of raw sexual euphoria. His head was the epicenter of the earthquake of sexual ecstasy, searing throbs of raw pleasure pulsing through it with each mighty squirt of wyvern-cum that blew through him. Cloudstreak's maw shrank around him with hungry sucks as he spat out a massive load of wyvern cum, each burst sloppily spilling around inside the wyvern's undulating maw before being swallowed down into his gullet.

Lane continued cumming, getting a good taste of his own heavy, cloying semen as it collected in his mouth after each throbbing squirting spit. Cloudstreak clearly enjoyed his own taste; the wyvern curled and coiled his meaty tongue around Lane's spewing head, collecting the gooey blasts before slurping them down.

'Taa- aassssty- cock... mMmm-mmmMM..!' Cloudstreak's moan juddered with pleasure.

Lane smiled drunkenly inside the wet heat of his wyvern's maw, pursing together his slit lips as the last of the orgasm pulsed up his throat and out onto Cloudstreak's tongue. A heavy fog of blissful afterglow was already settling onto the spent elfcock. The aftermath of orgasm was a delirium of pleasure. It just felt sooooo good to cum, to feel the hot liquid pulses surge through the core of his body and the involuntary throbs of raw ecstasy as they burst from his lips.

Cloudstreak withdrew his muzzle, stopping to give Lane's head one last tender suck before it slid free of his scaly lips. Lane blinked and drooled as the light of the noonday sun bore back down upon him, staring into Cloudstreak's eyes. His whole body was dripping with wyvern saliva and semen.

“Chhrrrrrrrr..." the wyvern purred, smiling at his spent penis. 'My cum tastes different now that you're making it. Way thicker and much more savory.'

Lane's smile broadened into a slack-open grin. “Our cuhm..." he sputtered, mouth still full of it. A weird part of him felt proud knowing that he was so virile.

'Yessss... our cum. We're going to make soooo many beautiful eggs together. So many strong, healthy wyverns.' Cloudstreak punctuated his words with a lick across Lane's sticky, softening head.

“Mmmhhnnng-" the elfcock moaned, a weak pulse of pleasure throbbing through him from the lick. Then and there, the idea of fertilizing eggs seemed brilliant.

In the distant reaches of his mind, his knightly pride was sore and bruised. With every climax, he felt his desire to fight his transformed state weaken a little more. Even knowing that the dragon king's plans were in full motion, knowing that his horribly perverted fate would soon befall many others, Lane found it impossible to deny that being Cloudstreak's cock felt simply wonderful. Maybe the best thing for him would be to accept his penile condition, and...

No! Lane squinted his eyes and shook his head. Damn it all, he wasn't about to give up just yet! He couldn't let mere sexual pleasure overwhelm his willpower, reduce him from an independent being to a mere piece of wyvern anatomy. No, as long as the Clouded Kingdom yet stood, he would fight for it, even if he was currently trapped as his mount's genitals. Surely there would be other opportunities to warn others. He just needed to be more careful next time.

'Lane..? Is something wrong, my loveliness?' Cloudstreak cooed.

'It's... nothing, it's just...' Lane fought down his emotions, wiping some cum off the side of his bulbous head. “I think we need to pee again." Which was quite true. The elfcock could already feel the needful tingles washing through him.

“Chhhrrrrrr..." Cloudstreak chirred. 'Mmmm, yes. Since you were such a good penis, I'll let you decide where and how we do it, Lane.'

What!? An uncomfortable sensation of excited anticipation came over the elfcock as he digested his wyvern's words. Being used for the biological necessity was one thing, but now he had to, in some sense, take ownership of the fact? Why... why did that make him feel such... joy?

“Uhhhmm..." Lane stammered. Part of him wanted to go back into the water, where he could be both hidden and clean as he took care of business. “Let's do it at the edge of the river... I wanna pee into the river."

“Rghg." 'Sure..." Cloudstreak replied. The wyvern brought his head back up away from his penis and began to walk over to the riverbank, his sentient member jostling between his hindlegs as he did.

Despite his pledge to fight his condition mere moments earlier, Lane found himself on the verge of giggles as he felt the tickly pressure of Cloudstreak's bladder on his base. He flexed the muscles left in his midsection to keep himself steady as Cloudstreak dug his talons into the soft earth hanging over the rushing water, waves of urgent tickles sloshing up into Lane's head. Instead of trying to fight back against his body's natural reflexes, the elf-cock simply let them build.

Lane looked around at the beautiful sun-drenched riverside as the tingly tickles made his slitted lips pucker open. The sun was starting to set and everything was taking on a glorious roseate glow.

“PPpPpSssssSSSSSSSSSSSSH~!" Wyvern urine shot up through Lane's core and out his mouth in a steady stream, arcing up high into the air before splashing down silently into the running water of the river. Lane kept his eyes open, looking at the faintly-golden stream spewing from his mouth as he peed and shivering slightly from the delicious relief. In the back of his mind, the elfcock kept his pledge to continue fighting in mind... but then and there, he also hoped he was going to be doing a lot more pissing before he was properly restored to his true form.

When the last of the pungent urine had trickled past his lips and down into the grass below, it felt like the most natural thing in the world for his body to soften and shrink back into the comfortable warmth of his slit. Lane almost felt like he was falling asleep, or into a sort of daydream as he returned to the moist darkness, his thoughts becoming sluggish and sensations becoming distant. He felt Cloudstreak taking off to fly back up to the inn, but the knowledge was of no particular importance to the satisfied wyvern-cock. After all the arguing and fighting and cumming and pissing, he needed nothing more than a nice nap.

****

While Lane was emptying his wyvern's bladder for the second time that day, the Trennenbran Inn was greeting its newly-arrived guests. Four war-drakes dressed in variate saddles and armor pads were being stabled by the kobolds who worked there, watched over by a pair of bored, younger elven overseers. The innkeeper, Markara Faulten, wiped sweat from his brow as the plump elf did his best to greet the unusual party.

Prince Talsyn in his emerald chainmail was at the front, with his lover, the drow Xeritha, at his side. Their romantic relationship had long been the favorite gossip among the scandalized royal court, and although the drow ranger was quite unlike her villainous kin, the cross-racial coupling was seen as unseemly by most. Not that Talsyn would hear a word of it. Their companions were Werthak the gnoll barbarian and Zakhir the human wizard; themselves a very unlikely pair. The two had adventured together for some time before joining up with Talsyn. Human and gnoll had been locked in mortal combat against one another some time ago in the Ruenfell Swamps when the sudden appearance of a Froghemoth had forced the foes to join forces. They had been friends ever since.

The adventures of Prince Talsyn and his mis-matched band were very well known by all and sundry of the Clouded Kingdom. Starved for conflict and drama in their security, the elves followed the adventures of Talsyn's Four thanks to the vast ranks of bards and pamphleteers who made it their business to report- and dramatize- their doings.

“Prince Talsyn! What brings your highness to my humble abode!? If- if I'd have known you were to stay here I would have brought in the finest wines and cheeses and meats from Prominence Peak! I-we-we are ever-so pleased to be graced by your presence, please forgive this simple traveler's rest for whatever deficiencies we-"

“Hold thy tongue, honorable innkeeper!" Prince Talsyn said, holding up a hand and halting the flustered elf mid-sentence. “Whatever you have here shall more than suffice for luxury. I'm not quite the same as my brothers; I'm very well used to the rigors of travel and adventure. Here," he said, handing a clinking silk pouch to Markara. “Our payment for the night's lodging, as well as our mounts. Make sure that your kobolds take good care of them."

“You don't need to pay me! Your mere presence is compensation enough, my liege!" the innkeeper stammered, though not without swiftly pocketing the generously filled coin pouch into his coat pocket. “Prince Talsyn, you and your companions are welcome to all we have to offer. Good fortune is upon us! The supply wyvern brought with it a bottle of the finest mead from our cousins in the frozen north. Remorhaz Reserve, I believe!"

“Oh?" Zakhir said, raising an eyebrow.

“Good-good-good!" Werthak said. One thing gnolls and humans could always agree upon was the value of a good, strong drink.

“Go easy tonight, boys. We are here on business after all," Xeritha said, chiding the two.

“Business!? What on earth could bring Talsyn's Four to Trennenbran Pass!?" Markara said, chortling. “We haven't had trouble here in- in... I can't even recall!"

Prince Talsyn shook his head. It wouldn't do to tell the innkeeper the full story, that Prince Neimoor and his entire wyvern-wing had disappeared without a trace the other day. It deeply disturbed him that the reaction of his other brothers, as well as the royal guard, was so sluggish and blasé. Alwin and Albor, the youngest two siblings, simply continued their parties and debauchery. Percival, the oldest, was too concerned about his upcoming wedding to pay the matter much heed. So responsibility for locating Neimoor fell upon him and his party.

Naturally, the first attempt to locate the missing prince had been through magical means. But these efforts were frustrated by extremely confusing results. Magical scrying, when it was able to function at all, revealed that Prince Neimoor was in Prominence Peak. But more precise scrying simply failed, or revealed that he was nowhere at all. Wyvern patrols had been dispatched all over the area without seeing anything, but Talsyn figured that he and his friends would be able to find clues on the ground that weren't visible from the skies.

Prince Talsyn could see the innkeeper studying his expression and pushed his worries aside. “It has nothing to do with Trennenbran Pass, I assure you. We are merely on our way to the hinterlands and require a good night's rest, as well as provisioning. I trust your kobolds can see to the necessary arrangements?"

“Of course, m'lord, of course!" Markara the innkeeper said.

Talsyn and his fellow adventurers walked towards the inn proper while their mounts were led off by a host of kobolds. They ate a fine meal of roast quail and risotto with braised broccolini, while their drakes enjoyed a mutton and potato repast. There were no other guests at Trennenbran that night, though none knew or suspected that unusual landslides had blocked off the usual caravan traffic.

Later that evening, after a long discussion lubricated by many flagons of fine mead, Talsyn and his lover Xeritha retired to one of the second floor suites while their companions Werthak and Zakhir took the suite next door. Talsyn and Xeritha made love, while the human and the gnoll gambled on games of poker. When the four finally went to sleep, it was an unusually deep and peaceful slumber.

None suspected that they were already caught in the clutches of a devious conspiracy.

The four adventurers had no idea that their meal had been laced with a cocktail of tasteless magical drugs; one that deepened their sleep, another an aphrodisiac, and the third a very powerful elixir of pure draconic sexuality wrought by the King of Dragons himself.

Wrapped up in captivating dreams, none of the four heard the sound of talons clicking across wooden floors, locks being picked or snickering hisses as kobolds and drakes entered their rooms. The kobolds moved with military precision as they swept away the guest's bedding, turned the adventurers over onto their bellies and coated their rears with magical lubricants. The drakes watched; randy, ready and eager. Their penises slid from their slits and grew rock-hard as the hapless adventurers were prepared and presented.

Finally, the moment came.

Iceclaw the white drake was the first and most excited; he moved to Xeritha's bed with such speed the kobolds had to scramble out of the way. The male drake drove his throbbing draconic cock between her plump buttcheeks as he searched for his mark, shivering from the contact with her smooth, dark, firm flesh. Adjusting his humping, he let loose a burbled growl as he found the taught opening of her netherlips and then thrust his cock into her pussy right up to the knot...

Across from Iceclaw and Xeritha, Loralux stood at the foot of Prince Talsyn's bed and rested his rear on the end. The gold-scaled drake swiped his tail back and forth across the naked body of his rider while the kobolds surrounding him lifted his legs into position. Slowly, hesitant, Loralux raised up his long tail and exposed his tailhole. One kobold wiggled a potion of stretching and lubrication into his leathery pucker, then tipped it upward to pour it inside him. The drake shuddered from the feelings. When the kobold pulled the empty bottle out of his tailhole, it made a soft wet pop. Loralux's twitching pucker gaped open and shut in rhythmic motions, while the gold drake softly growled from the strange sensations. Properly prepared, Prince Talsyn's toes were brought up to his mount's tailhole and pushed inside...

In the other room, Emerald the green drake helped the kobolds prepare his rider, Zakhir. He licked up and down the cleft of the human wizard's ass, twisting his muzzle to and fro as he worked the tip of his long tongue into the mage's tight hole. In his sleep, Zakhir unconsciously humped his bed and made quiet, gurgling moans as his erotic dreams intensified. The drake's tongue popped in and out with wet smacking sounds. When the drake was satisfied with his preparations, he licked his muzzle and gave the mage's anus a final kiss. Emerald crept up onto his bed and carefully brought his penis to rest right against the human's twitching pucker. The male drake slid his hardness against his rider's rear entrance, gently grinding against it. A helpful kobold took hold of the middle of his smooth reptilian shaft, helping steady it as he pushed forward little by little into the man's ass...

Werthak the gnoll was nude and splayed out across the other bed, snoring contentedly. Sirroco, his sand-scaled companion, gingerly turned the big furry male over onto his belly and got up onto the bed. The sturdy frame creaked under their combined weight as the drake leaned down and eagerly sniffed the back of the gnoll's neck. He lightly bit the scruff of Werthak's neck and started pushing his throbbing cock down against the gnoll's muscled, furry butt. His thrusts slid the slick length of his draconic cock over and across and between the plump cheeks, until a kobold came and grabbed hold of it. The kobold guided Sirroco's giant twitching dick towards the target, while another kobold came over and pulled up Werthak's tail. Thanks to their help, the tapered tip of Sirroco's cock was soon slowly plowing open the gnoll's tailpassage...

****

Xeritha was the first to awaken. She had been sleeping fitfully, her resting mind meandering from deep and restful darkness into the sultry depths of erotic fantasy. Talsyn, her lover, was a vigorous and caring companion who did so much to fulfill her needs, but that night, a very unusual sort of desire filled the imagination of the drow ranger.

Xeritha had dreamt that night of a forbidden tryst with none other than her drake, Iceclaw.

While Xeritha had always appreciated the drake's company as well as his strength in battle, even as adventurous a soul as she was, Xeritha had never before imagined the dragonkin in a sexual fashion. But that night, something drew him into her dreaming mind...

The dream began in a void, but soon traversed into a field of wildflowers in bloom at dusk. His muscled, white-scaled bulk was pressed against her relatively-frail form as she rode him across the wildflowers, naked save for the gleam of the setting sun. Even as she dismounted, she could feel Iceclaw kissing the nape of her neck with his muzzle, his hot breath rolling across her ashen skin. She could practically feel, in glorious detail and texture, the drake's long dark blue tongue lapping up the sweet wetness of her feminine folds, caressing the lips of her sex, savoring her secret taste; spreading wide her ruddy lips and…

In her fantasies, Xeritha imagined every last inch of Iceclaw's cobalt tongue delving deep into the core of her sex... but gradually, the nature of the dream changed the tongue into something harder and thicker. Something with a fat, rounded, girthsome stiffness and a pulsating heat... something that spewed raw heat deep into the depths of her femsex. Iceclaw's tongue was still there, but licking the back of her neck, lapping across her breasts and squeezing into her moaning mouth. Oh, to be taken, to be loved, to be *mated* by such a mighty beast! To be completely claimed, utterly defiled, wantonly and savagely *FUCKED*! To have the yearning void of her femininity totally filled with a huge, hard, draconic dick..!

This was a dream that felt like far more than the circumambulation of a mind asleep. It was only the onrush of a very real orgasm, brought about by the thickness of a draconic knot mushing against the lips of her vagina, that the dark elf began to awaken...

Xeritha moaned against her pillow as the searing heat of a massive cock rapidly speared deep into her pussy, though her mind was stuck between dreaming and wakefulness still. Her limbs were distant and sluggish, her thoughts trapped as if coated in honey; in contrast, the massive pillar of hot and hard and gushing flesh inside her sex was so near and so real!

“Mmmmhhawwww!" Xeritha moaned, drooling into her pillow as sexual ecstasy woke her. The battering slaps of a thick drake knot at the folds of her femsex, the feel of a monstrous cock stuffing her vagina... it felt like much, much more than a mere wet dream. The drow was shaking as an awesome sexual climax rocked through her body, toes and fingers twitching as overwhelming waves of raw pleasure rocketed from her pussy all across her body as the drake-cock she dreamt of slowly forced her slick muscular walls open and knotted inside her female sex...

Except...

It all felt sooooo raw, so real, so textured, so hot...

Gasping in the darkness, Xeritha opened her eyes in the lightless room and saw, with her drowish vision, in clear detail that the room she shared with the prince was occupied by a host of kobolds. Kobolds, and...

Her eyes darted to the two muscled forepaws pressing down into the bed just above her head. The brilliant white scales were those of her mount, Iceclaw.

The drake, the mighty draconic creature she had been soul-bound with for nearly two decades now. The beast that carried her nearly everywhere she went these days. The drake who she had been having the most explicit and vivid fantasy of...

But it felt...

Still awakening, Xeritha realized over several seconds that it was no mere fantasy.

No...

No, the searing, sticky, liquid heat that shot against the most intimate part of her female sex was not a dream. No... the feeling of draconic cum blasting into her pussy, the overwhelming sensation of being knotted by a foot-long, fist-thick draco-cock... the sensation that had driven her into an awesome orgasm that no lover had ever gifted her...

It...

Was...

Happening..!?

“G-GNGH-GAHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH~!!!" Xeritha made a gasping moan, her head arcing upward as the sensation of being so completely and totally taken by a knotting draconic dick drove her sexual climax to a peak she had never before ascended. The feeling of the hard, massive draco-cock twitching inside her pussy was of nerve-searing intensity. Her femsex could barely hold the swollen firmness of the drake's knot as spurt after hot, sticky spurt of bestial spooge was blasted deep, deep into the very core of her being. Her own feminine cum sputtered from her knot-sealed sex in tiny but explosive spurts, soaking into the bed under them while the drake's thicker and stickier emissions remained trapped inside; so much of it, her pussy was noticeably stretching and inflating to hold it.

The drow was still waking from the orgasmic pleasure, her senses becoming sharp and the feelings reifying. It had really happened, hadn't it... it *was* really happening!? Iceclaw had *actually* knotted her..!? She was being mounted, being stuffed full of hot cum by a male drake..!?

A chuffing moan blew hot breath across her hair, and she felt her mount's muzzle kiss the back of her head. It felt all too real.

“Ice... claw..?" Xeritha breathlessly moaned, turning to look back at the beast. His massive scaly bulk weighed down upon her, caving in most of the bed she had been asleep on. It creaked ominously under his weight.

The dark elf grasped the sheets of her bed and tried to find some leverage to turn herself, but the drake had her completely pinned down. She could barely even twist and what little movement she did manage only shifted the searing heat of his knotted cock around inside her pussy. “Ngh..!" she gasped, the massive penis and the thick load deposited inside her most sensitive place blooming with fresh pleasure.

It felt so good, Xeritha was having a difficult time voicing any objection to the very objectionable act that had been committed by her own mount. The beast had violated her, in her sleep, and in front of her boyfriend no less!!! While she had been dreaming of that very act, the lustful fantasy didn't make it any less appalling. What manner of insanity was this!? What was her drake doing!?!

Iceclaw had always been nothing more than a quiet and obedient servant, soul-bound to her by an ancient binding ritual whose magic was tied into the bloodline of the Varian dynasty. Prince Talsyn had brought her to the royal stables some twenty years ago when she picked him and the magnificent drake with scales of purest white had been her mount ever since. He had been a steadfast and stoic companion ever since, carrying her on his back and fighting by her side over many adventures.

“Wha... are you... doi-mmpf-!" Xeritha moaned out, when suddenly Iceclaw pushed two of his meaty claws into her mouth.

“Rrrgghhhhrrrr..." the drake rumbled, muzzle brushing across her hair, hot breath blowing across her neck.

Xeritha shivered, heated jolts of sexual stimulation sparking through her sticky, stuffed cunt.

“Ggghrr... rrghgh... rhrhrhr..." Iceclaw continued to growl. The drake's voice was playful and soaked with lust.

Xeritha felt the clawed forepaw he had wrapped around her chin and stuffed in her mouth gently pull her head to the side such that she was looking right at the other end of the room, at the other bed. She and Talsyn had made love in that bed just hours ago but retired to their own separate beds to sleep for the sake of propriety.

Three kobolds surrounded the bed on which Talsyn peacefully slumbered on his belly while Loralux, Talsyn's personal mount, stood at the foot. The golden-scaled drake had his tail held up behind him while three kobolds struggled to push the prince feet-first into his mount's tailhole. So far they had only managed his toes. Xeritha recognized two of the kobolds as staff from the inn, but the third was a stranger clad in a big gray robe. She couldn't believe her eyes, but Loralux's pucker was actually stretching wide enough to take in Prince Talsyn's feet. And soon, more of him was being, somehow, *pulled* inward, into the depths of his drake's scaly butt!

“*Schrrrrllkrk-*" Talsyn's heels spread wide his drake's tailhole as they followed his toes inside. The prince was still fast asleep as it happened, shifting slightly to the side as he remained deep in slumber despite his suspended legs.

It was such a strange sight that, momentarily, the dark elf was able to do nothing but stare at Talsyn and Loralux with her mouth gaped open in shock. Loralux had his head craned backwards and was watching the slow process with a smug grin on his muzzle while the kobolds surrounding them were quietly tittering with glee, feet shuffling and tails swaying back and forth.

“Ghhrrrrr..." A growl from Iceclaw, followed by a lick across her ear, drew Xeritha's attention away. It was accompanied by a sensation like tinnitus, or static electricity bubbling across her thoughts. 'Elf... good. Be...'

The mental shock drove Xeritha to a response. Again the dark elf tried to wrench herself out from under Iceclaw, which drew a slow, bucking thrust from the drake.

“Hnngh!" Xeritha groaned, another explosion of raw, sickeningly-strong pleasure blooming in her knotted netherlips. Liquefying heat pulsed from her stuffed pussy up into her belly, before spreading out all over her skin. Her insides felt like hot, gooey dough, stretching and squeezing together as he drove back and forth inside her pussy. Searing, sexual pleasure wracked her entire body. But the sensations coming from her vagina were so powerful, it was almost painful, so intense it made it hard to even think.

Xeritha grit her teeth and gathered her willpower, focusing all she could on how disgusting and humiliating it was to be fucked by a draconic beast. The nerve of Iceclaw, her own mount, to mount her in her sleep! And in front of her boyfriend no less!!!

“TALSYN! TALSYN, WAKE U-Mpfh-rk!" Xeritha screamed, before Iceclaw's tongue plunged deep into her mouth and down her throat. His saliva was hot and heavy, and drooled into her mouth in volume enough to coat it completely in seconds with its clean but thick taste.

“You can shout, scream, beg, whatevers." one of the kobolds said. “Everybody sleeping reaaaaal good now. Nobody wake up."

Over on the other bed the elven prince barely stirred. A strange smile flickered across his face and he turned his head, giving a small shiver. There was a short pause in his journey into his drake's ass as his heels plugged the draconic male's tailhole. Loralux grunted, his cheeks flexing and tail tensing as he worked his rear muscles over the stubborn obstruction.

“*Slrp-slrk!*" One after the other, the bases of Talsyn's feet popped inside his drake's tailhole with a pair of wet squishing sounds.

Were her mouth not occupied by a giant drake tongue, Xeritha would have cried out in alarm. What was happening to her lover!? How could he possibly be swallowed up in such a perverse and bizarre fashion!? It made no sense; clearly some kind of magical power was involved in whatever was drawing him bodily into his own mount's behind, and it occurred to her then that a similar sort of sorcery was doubtless involved in her own affliction.

It was maddening, absolutely maddening to feel such sexual pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, nothing she had even imagined possible. Intense, orgasmic stimulation carved its way through every nerve in her body from her clenching pussy in radiating waves of raw ecstasy. They were followed by the strangest sensation of arousing, searing stiffness that came in their wake, suffusing every inch of her skin and every fiber of her muscles. Her fingers twitched, drool seeped from her lips and her toes clenched tight into her feet as the perverse ecstasy overcame her, feeling sticky and hot as boiling tar.

“Mmmhhhhhnnngh-!" Xeritha moaned through the tongue in her mouth as the need to clench her toes into her feet became overwhelmingly urgent. It felt like her digits were too flexible, bending right up into the arches of her feet. The pulses of radiant pleasure surging into her through her groin fed the bizarre sensations. Each one brought with it heavy, involuntary twitches of her feet.

The aching twitches grew in strength, even though her feet were already curled up into themselves as far as they could go... or so she thought. Yet with each pulse of energy through her body her feet continued to contort further, compacting into themselves. The tingling heat pulsing into her body from Iceclaw seemed to pool there, her cramped toes swept by sparks of aching sensitivity. Xeritha couldn't help but squeeze her toes all the tighter, the only movement she could really manage and the only thing that seemed to relieve the unbearable discomfort.

'Yeeeesssss... gooood... squeeeeeze...'

The voice echoed through Xeritha's mind in a sharp and rasping tongue that cut through the sweltering heat and churning confusion of being trapped under the scaly bulk of Iceclaw. Even with his giant drake-cock buried inside her sex and doing... something... to her, she could hear the psychic hiss. Were... were these Iceclaw's thoughts? How could she hear him?

“Mrrggfrgrl-" Xeritha gurgled. 'Get off me you brute!' she mentally spat.

'Fine, fine...' The voice replied. It was indubitable, the voice in her head was just the same as Iceclaw. Only instead of bestial draconic, it spoke in crystal-clear Common.

Iceclaw pulled his maw away from Xeritha's mouth after one final lick across her lips, leaving slimy strands of drool webbed between them. But even when he took most of his weight off her back, the drow could hardly move. Her entire body felt so hot and weak, her strength impossible to summon. There was a triumphant, lust-drenched look on the drake's muzzle, like Xeritha had never before seen. Usually, the white dragonkin was steely and reserved, efficiently obedient. This side of him was like nothing she had ever seen.

“What has gotten into you!? Uhhnnng... what... what is happening?" Xeritha asked, another powerful shiver shaking her whole body. She couldn't move her legs, no matter how hard she tried. The only thing she could do was continue to give in to the relentless need to squeeze her feet tight.

“Ghrr hrrr hrrgh!" The drake's guttural laughter broke the strands of drool that linked his mouth to hers.

'We issss yours no longer, elfie. Dragonssss return! Kobold and wyvern and drake isssss slave no more! Now you serve. Now you be Iceclawssss forever-friend. Mine. To play with... breed with...'

Xeritha held back a moan as yet another pulse of coruscating pleasure surged through her sex. By now, the sexual heat was no longer merely settling into her feet but pumping raw liquid pleasure into them. She could barely compose a reply to his mental words.

“I... what? Iceclaw, that is... impossible. You can't get me pregnant, you- you're a drake. I'm drow. What... what even is this!?"

“Ghhrr hrr hrrya!" Iceclaw laughed, the drake equivalent of a giggle.

'Oh! Not work like that. No. We breed together, but more like... together. Hehehehe!'

“It'ssss working! It's working!" one of the kobolds watching said.

“Yes, the mental connection between them has formed," the dark robed kobold said to him.

Iceclaw stood up, the bed creaking under the war-drake's weight. As he stood, Xeritha felt herself get tugged upwards by his knotted cock... only the connection between their bodies was far thicker and more solid than could possibly have been.

Pushing herself up on the bed with shaking hands, Xeritha looked back at where their genitals were joined and saw something that shook her to the core: a solid, smooth, seamless expanse of rubbery dark blue flesh. The sapphire shade of Iceclaw's cock, the texture of turgid flesh; it was bleeding into her crotch with every pleasurable pulse she felt! And her feet! What was left of them were dangling, oblate, swelling lumps..!

“Wha... n-no. Impossible! Iceclaw... you're... you can't be..." Xeritha rambled. Coherent thought was impossible with the throbbing, swelling, stiffening waves of heat wracking her body.

As if to prove her wrong, Iceclaw shook his hips up and down, gently shaking Xeritha by their connection.

“Ahhh! Ahhhhgnh!" Xeritha moaned, arms trembling from the bizarre sensation. An ominous liquid gurgle emanated from her mutated feet, the bloated bags of leathery flesh tugging upwards and backwards as they gyrated around.

'Can't wait! You feel soooooo good already... sssssso hot! Yessssss... be penisssss! Be Iceclaw penisssss...' the drake's mental voice was soaked through with unbridled, bestial lust.

Iceclaw put his powerful clawed forepaws around Xeritha's small and slender hands, pulling them to the sides and sending her head crashing face-first into the moist bedsheets below. Her hands sank into the softness of the bed as his heavy paws pushed them down. Then the drake craned his long neck down and painted a rough, hard, wet lick up her body, from her back all the way up to her head. Then another, and another, and another still...

“Mmmmgghhhhnnnnnghhhhhhh!" Xeritha moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and drooling into her sheets as wave after wave of arousal surged through her body with each lick. She could feel gooey, sexual heat pump into her misshapen, swelling feet as her drake's tongue dragged across her clammy skin. Her skin felt too hard and too small, but the licks brought to it a strange sensation of great relief. It was like scratching a persistent itch, or finding warmth after a cold rain... yet undeniably erotic.

Though it was still very difficult to think with all of the powerful and strange feelings sweeping through her body, Xeritha was beginning to reckon with what Iceclaw and the kobolds were doing to her. “You... you're... we're..." the drow mumbled, rubbing her face against the wet sheets in a daze.

'Youuuuu... cock for Iceclaw.' “Ghhrrgh." The drake rumbled, pausing to lick his lips before painting another swirling lick across her shoulders.

“Nooooo... stop this..!" Xeritha protested.

Xeritha had once heard of perverse and dark magic like this; she remembered once hearing about a priestess of Lloth who had punished a stubborn and traitorous male by transforming him into the ovipositor of a drider. She had some doubts as to whether or not such a transformation had ever occurred; the fanatics of the queen of spiders could certainly stretch the truth when they felt it might serve the will of the dark goddess. But never had she feared such a fate for herself! To be bodily changed into the form of a bestial male breeding tool!? By her own soul-bound mount, no less!?! And worse of all, it was starting to feel less like a confusing jumble of impossible pleasure; she felt sweltering, stiffening, sickening arousal, like she was becoming... erect..!

A heavy twitch emanated from her transformed feet and a sizzling bolt of sexual stimulation coursed through her joined groin all the way up to her head. It was accompanied by a small gush of slick, salty saliva that made her burp. The taste was drenched with an unfamiliar, but certainly masculine flavor. Her body was making draconic pre-cum! The dark elf swished it around in her mouth, closing her eyes and shivering as she let it drool from her lips.

“Rrghhah!" Iceclaw's growl was drenched with growing lust. He rose up on the bed and Xeritha felt herself wobble upward, her body firm and flushed with their combined arousal.

“Ghhnn... hnnngh!" Xeritha moaned, slow and steady throbs filling her body as the perverse pleasure of erection flowed into her. She looked backwards again and saw that her bottom half was almost totally transformed into bright blue flesh. Everything up to her knees had merged into a pendulous sack, and her knees were already soft and starting to join with it. Her ass was now the centerpiece of the magical transformation, sweltering currents of mutating energy sweeping all around her cheeks from the solid throbbing base of her changing body. The feminine cheeks were broadening, spreading out into the solid structure of a male drake's breeding knot.

A moan drew her attention away from her transforming body. Talsyn!? Xeritha's eyes were drawn over to the other bed, where her elven lover and his drake were merging together. She had been so occupied by the overwhelming sensations of sexual conjoinment that she had forgotten about him.

Prince Talsyn was hanging out of Loralux's gold-scaled butt up to his own ass, shaking up and down as the drake's tailhole gulped him in. His arms were hanging free as he shifted about, likely wondering where his pillow had gone.

An ominous surge of lust came over Xeritha as she watched. If she was becoming a drake-cock, there was no doubt as to what Talsyn's final fate would be...

Talsyn stirred fitfully as his body was pulled deeper and deeper into his drake's ass, the golden dragonkin flexing his rump low to the bed to ease the passage. Loralux was panting from the effort as he took the prince into his butt, his tailhole stretched so wide to accommodate the elf's own rear the rim of his pucker was totally covered by Talsyn's muscular chest. It was only then, sunk halfway into his own mount's ass, that the elven prince's eyes blinked open.

Prince Talsyn yawned, pushing his hands down against the broad buttcheeks of his drake as if trying to free himself from a sleeping bag. He pushed against the flanks of the giant drake ass he was stuck inside as he woke, only for his fingers to sink into the scales as if they were made of wet clay.

“Wh... whaa-?" Talsyn mumbled.

He looked over at Xeritha, and then down at where his hands were stuck, and screamed.

****

In the other room, Zakhir stirred fitfully in his sleep. The human wizard found himself in the twilight between wakefulness and dreams, grinding his hard cock down against the bed. Powerful, pumping throbs of sexual arousal were coursing through his ass as if he was enjoying the tender thrusts of another male into his most vulnerable and sensitive place. But the anal pleasure was quite strange, not like any he had felt before. His ass felt so full, so impossibly stuffed. Yet whatever it was stretched his hole without any ache or strain, even as the sensation of being penetrated grew more and more potent.

He woke when he heard a scream from the adjoining room, where Xeritha and Talsyn were resting. Zakhir quickly woke and tried to scramble from his bed but his legs weren't cooperating. He pulled himself forward on the sheet with his hands and found his butt quite stuck around something solid. Instead he jostled about, his erect cock squishing around in the pool of warm cum he'd ejaculated onto his bed.

“Ehrg... what..." Zakhir said, grunting as he tried to pull away from whatever anchored him.

A gaggle of hissing giggles erupted around him.

“Hehehe!"

“Can't see, can he? Silly humanses!"

“Lights things up for him!

“Okay-okay, one sec..."

A brilliant flare of magical light sparked up.

Zakhir squinted as the darkness was suddenly banished, and saw three grinning kobolds standing at the foot of his bed. Immediately his attention was drawn to the other bed, where his companion Werthak was sleeping. The gnoll's drake, a sand-scaled dune drake named Sirroco, was mounted atop him with a grin on his muzzle.

The sight of the huge drake stuffing his cock into the gnoll's ass was sufficiently stunning that Zakhir didn't even see just how *strange* their coupling was, not at first. But something was very *off* about the gnoll's lower body. Below the waist there was no sign at all of Werthak's legs. Instead there was just a large, furry mass of... something. For a second Zakhir thought the shapes were two pillows stretched between a blanket, but the coarse fur was too similar to the gnoll's natural hide.

“Rrhhrrr..." Sirroco rumbled, gyrating his hips and rolling the sleeping gnoll around atop the bed.

Zakhir blinked as he tried to understand what he was looking at. The furry sack squished down when the drake lowered himself and stretched back into place when Sirroco stood. The giant sack bore an uncanny resemblance to the gnoll's fuzzy balls...

“Rrrhrrr!" rumbled a very familiar voice from behind.

Quickly waking, Zakhir pushed himself up on his bed and turned around as best he could, only to be greeted by the grinning muzzle of his own mount! The feeling of fullness in his ass had been no idle dream. Except that the drake-cock buried inside his butt was not merely filling his rear; it felt wholly *connected* to his ass. He looked down under his belly and saw to his horror that his unresponsive legs had been transformed into two huge testicles inside a sack of smooth red drake-flesh!

“E-Emerald... what in hells is going on!? What sorcery is this!? Who are these kobolds!?!" Zakhir shouted.

The drake above him made a raspy laugh, standing up on the bed and pulling Zakhir's up with him. He saw a large pool of cum below his crotch as his hard cock was lifted from the bed. His own ballsack was gone, already fused into a smooth expanse of red draconic flesh along with the base of his shaft. What madness was this!? His tight, clammy skin; the pulsating warmth that flooded his body, the erotic fog flooding his mind...

“Emerald you stupid beast! Cease this at once, I demand it!" Zakhir shouted.

“Ghrhah... rrrk!" the drake laughed. 'No! Nope. Not gonna happen.'

“You can't refuse to..." Zakhir began, before his agile mind caught up with his mouth. The wizard knew about the soul-binding ritual Talsyn had performed with him and the drake some time ago. It should have made his every command irresistible to Emerald, demanding the drake's instant obedience. But if they were truly merging together, the binding ritual wouldn't function at all, would it? What kind of magic could possibly corrupt the binding to such a degree? The energies required were enormous, the skill exotic.

'Human act so high and mighty. Human sooooo cocky. Now real cocky, hee...' Emerald spoke mentally, grinning down at Zakhir as panic set in.

The human wizard reeled. He knew all kinds of horrors that magic could bring, from undeath and petrification to outright annihilation. But this... to be changed into his own mount's bestial penis!?! He thought of Emerald as a useful beast of burden, a dutiful, if stupid and crude-mannered servant. The thought of being permanently merged with the drake in such a fashion was utter horror.

The three kobolds had raced over to his bed.

“Quick, quick!"

“He's small enough now!"

“I've got it!"

“I don't think so! I don't know what you- hey! HEY!" Zakhir said, as two of the kobolds grabbed his hands and pulled them forward. The wizard tried to wrench them away, but his muscles felt so clammy and weak the kobolds easily overpowered him.

One of the kobolds picked something strange up off the ground; a translucent, sea-blue hoop about the diameter of a barrel. The kobolds holding him held his arms straight as the third forced the strange ring past them and over his head, then began pushing it down his body. It felt like it was made of flexible glass. They pulled the ring all the way down to his hard penis, pressing his erection up against his lower belly to push the ring all the way to the huge set of drake balls that made up his lower body. One of the kobolds whispered a guttural incantation and the ring glowed bright blue, before quickly shrinking down to a tight fit around his cylindrical waist.

“Uhhh... uhhnnnN!" Zakhir moaned. The feeling of the ring locking into place made an electric tingle run throughout his body.

The kobolds snickered as they backed away. “Enough of this!" Zakhir snarled, grunting with effort as he swirled his hands about and gathered his reserves of arcane power. He began to cast a transmutation spell, one that could sever the merging between him and Emerald before it progressed too far...

But the second the spell was complete Zakhir felt a sharp electric sting arc through his body, followed by a sensation of ethereal innervation. All the magical force he had been conjuring suddenly swept away from his grasp like a spilled glass of wine and grounded itself in the ring the kobold's had forced onto his waist. The glasslike ring vibrated like crazy as it absorbed the energy from his magic, then pulsed a searing current of erotic pleasure into his body.

“EEeeegh! A-an antimagic belt... by the gods!" Zakhir exclaimed as the vibrating ring stimulated his sensitive, changed body. He took in a sharp breath as a throb of pleasure rocked his lower half, his too-tight skin tingling and tickling as he felt himself shrink and his ass bloat out into the beginnings of a drake's knot.

Above him, Emerald made a hissing laugh. 'More like cockring.'

Zakhir was not happy.

'Emerald happy. You treat Emerald bad. Call Emerald stupid. You think you sooooo smart. Well.. Emerald gonna have the smartest penis in the world!' The drake's mental voice dripped with smug satisfaction.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH, FUCK! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Zakhir shouted. He twisted and turned violently, trying to somehow wrench himself free, but all the frenetic movement accomplished was pulling more sizzling sexual heat into his changing body. He could feel the tightening sensation crawl up his back and belly as more and more of him was transformed into turgid erectile tissue. He could feel Emerald's slitscales all around his bulging buttocks as they bloated into a firm knot. His aching cock sank into his belly and its throbbing soon became indistinguishable from the rest of the erotic feelings flowing through him.

Across the room, his shouting seemed to awaken Werthak. The gnoll smacked his wet lips as he stirred, a smile on his muzzle.

“MmhmmHmmMmmmm feels good!" the gnoll moaned. Sirroco, his drake, leaned down and licked the back of his head. Werthak's eyes opened wide as a throb rolled through his reshaping form, his tongue lolling from his muzzle.

“Werthak! Werthak, we're in trouble!" Zakhir cried out. “There's something wrong with our mounts! These kobolds have... corrupted them somehow! We're being merged together!"

“MhhhaahhhH! Whaa... Sirocco, I can hear you in my head! Cool!" The oblivious gnoll said, craning his head back into the drake's licks as a snug furry sheathe began to creep up his lower body. Underneath the folds of the sheathe, the rest of his fur was shrinking into his skin, leaving it with a slick, smooth, red texture very much like that of Zakhir.

“WERTHAK!!!" Zakhir shouted. “PAY ATTENTION!!!"

The kobolds and the drakes all sniggered and hissed with amusement at Zakhir's flustered shouting.

'Why you so worked up? Not need worry about anything other than penis things. Should try being like gnoll. Enjoy it.' Emerald said to Zakhir through their growing mental link.

The green dragon stretched his head down and planted a long lick up the back of Zakhir's head, swirling his tongue around in the wizard's messy hair. Zakhir grit his teeth as drake drool wet his hair and a tense tingly feeling of pleasure throbbed in his head from the oral attention. It took a great deal of mental strength to resist the growing pleasure his increasingly-sensitive body felt merely hanging from his mount's crotch. Being stroked by a broad, powerful tongue was even harder, but still he fought the feelings.

“Nhhghh!" Zakhir groaned. He clenched his teeth and tried to push the slippery tongue away, but even his fingers felt tender to touch.

'MmmhHmmMMmmhmmmmmMmh!' Emerald's mental speech was abuzz with delight.

Emerald's tongue slurped down across Zakhir's nose and against his face, and another wave of stiffening arousal cascaded through his body. The mage could feel himself shrinking down bit by bit while his midsection succumbed to the irresistible advance of the horrid transformation. The pendulous, leathery ballsack his legs had transformed into was slowly slurped up into Emerald's slit. His penis had been subsumed, his bellybutton smoothed over and his spine was dissolving away into the rest of his cylindrical torso. Through the tongue-bath, he could see Werthak undergoing his own transformation, his whole body pulsating as it turned into a rigid shaft.

Zakhir couldn't help but ruminate on everything that had brought him to this point. He and Werthak had met Prince Talsyn some time ago while investigating a fleet of spectral ships haunting the port city of Rabentrosk. He was a lot more impressed with the elf's drow companion than the haughty royal, at least at first. Zakhir was used to dealing with indolent nobles back in his homeland that were useless at best, but Talsyn proved clever and cunning, skilled with both blade and bow. Talsyn was the one who finally discovered the ancient lich behind the ghost fleet. At his side, their party had slain beholders, raided ancient tombs, unraveled Rakshasa conspiracies, and banished errant fire elementals.

When the prince's parents passed away, Talsyn was compelled to return home. He had asked Zakhir and Werthak to join him and Xeritha in service to the royal court as officially sanctioned agents. There wasn't much adventuring to be had in the peaceful lands of the Clouded Peaks. Geographically isolated and guarded by a formidable army of servitor drakes and wyverns, little ever threatened them. The human missed the sense of danger and thrill of discovery that adventuring brought, but had found the easy life too tempting to resist.

As his chest warped into smooth, firm red flesh and erotic aches swept through his shrinking body, Zakhir realized too late the mistake he had made in letting his time in the idyllic Clouded Kingdom lull him into complacency. He had accepted the magic ritual that bound him to Emerald without really investigating what it was. Now, the soul-binding was merging him with the drake in a truly perverted fashion. They had eaten their dinner without checking it for any sort of adulteration, and doubtless the kobold servants they took for granted had somehow drugged it. The party had gone to sleep without setting any wards or traps or watch, simply assuming everything was as safe as it had always been. He never would have made any of those mistakes in his previous life!

'Don't worry. Emerald take you plenty of places,' Emerald purred to Zakhir.

'You...' Zakhir stifled the urge to deliver a mental fusillade of scornful remonstration. The boiling anger and frustration he felt was both stoked and quenched by the humiliating pleasure of his drake's licks. 'Neither you nor these kobolds could possibly have fashioned ritual magic capable of perverting a soul-link. No... this plot could only have one possible origin: a dragon.'

'Hee. Yeah,' Emerald replied, pulling his head back from his licking.

The wizard smoldered with impotent rage. Drakes were simple creatures, the least intelligent of the draconic lineages. Having his towering intellect linked to Emerald's crude mind was almost as much of an indignity as being transformed into a penis.

'You feel good. Such biiiig penis. Feels so big,' Emerald continued. 'Gonna cum biiiig...'

Emerald leapt off the bed, making Zakhir bounce off the wooden floor with a meaty thwack. The mage groaned as he returned to an upright position, his whole weight held up by the deepening connection he had to his drake's crotch and the rigidity of erection. Sirroco scampered off Werthak's bed and joined him on the floor. Zakhir could see them making eyes and swiftly deduced that he and Werthak were likely about to be used as the drakehoods they were becoming...

Frustratingly enough, Werthak hardly seemed bothered by his transformation, rubbing his paws all up and down his smooth, slick body with a look of hazy bliss in his eyes.

“Sssirroco... feeelllssooooogoooooodrghl..!" Werthak gurgled to his host, trembling as thick drool poured from his muzzle and dripped to the floor.

Zakhir had to fight down his own feelings of intense arousal as he throbbed between his drake's hindlegs and stared at his drooling companion. He felt himself twitch upward with each erecting pulse that surged into him from Emerald, his arms growing weaker and smaller. The mage looked down towards the anti-magic ring secured around him, horrified by the smooth expanse of glistening red cockflesh that made up his lower body.

The two drakes walked towards each other, floorboards creaking and transforming riders bobbing. Emerald and Sirroco rumbled with lust as they rose up on their hindpaws and entwined their clawed forepaws. As the drakes leaned forward to kiss, they ended up pointing their cockifying companions right at each other.

“Aahhhhhhhnnghh...." Zakhir moaned, squinting as he stared at Werthak. Tingles of pleasure from Emerald flowed into him as the drake sloppily made out with the other dragonkin.

“Ghhhrlllgrl..." The gnoll gurgled, his eyes hazy and unfocused. He hardly seemed to notice Zakhir; he was so focused on rubbing himself. The gnoll steadily twitched as pre-cum drooled from his lips; the fur on his face was already falling away...

“Werthak! Werthak... listen!" Zakhir hoarsely whispered. “Those kobolds put an antimagic ring around me. I can't reach it, but you might be able to. If you can slide it off me, I can get us out of this mess!"

The gnoll glanced at him with glazed eyes. “Grrhghr... haaaaawwt, Zakhirrr I feel soooooo haawt... *glrk*..." Werthak groaned. The gnoll's whole face was flexing and bulging out into spongy, bloated cockflesh.

“Werthak, focus! We are in terrible danger! We are going to be turned into drake cocks if you can't-"

Zakhir's words were cut off as Emerald and Sirroco pressed their penis-people together, slapping Zakhir's face against Werthak's muzzle. The contact, brief as it was, stunned the human mage. The gnoll's muzzle was soft, yielding, moist, warm flesh... already like that of a penis. The feeling of it against his face made his sensitive skin yearn for more contact with it. The changing mage shivered, clutching his chest as he tried to resist the strange urges burning through him.

Emerald again whispered in his mind. 'You feel so good! Sooooo good! Getting nice and hard, just like gnoll. MmmMmm!'

Zakhir winced, licking his lips and accidentally getting a taste of the pre-cum that had been smeared on his lips when he had been smacked into Werthak. The strong salty tang of drake pre-cum simmered on his tongue and nearly made him moan from just how good the salty musk was. It was getting harder and harder to resist his rising lust; all of his senses seemed to be attuned to sexual need and pleasure. He spread out his fingers and then balled them up into fists, resisting the urge to touch his nipples as the advancing transformation claimed them. Deep inside Emerald's body, the fat set of testicles the two shared churned with fresh semen...

“Ghhrrrhhhr..."

“Graahhhhh..."

From above, he could hear the rumbles, moans and purrs of Emerald and Sirroco as their open muzzles wrestled and kissed.

A heavy twitch sent a surge of wetness up Zakhir. He felt the slick, gooey liquid as it welled up from his throat, but managed to swallow it back down before it made it into his mouth. His erect form quivered as he again tried to get his gnoll companion's attention.

“Werthak... please. The next time they try and press us together, you have to slide past me and get your hands around that anti-magic ring. I'll try and help push you aside... but you've got to grab hold and pull it off. Alright?" Zakhir desperately whispered. He couldn't remember ever being so frightened. He had been in life-or-death situations before, but he never felt so helpless, so certain of defeat.

“Whaah... ring? Zak... I gotta... haveta... cum. Sirroco needs to cum..." Werthak mumbled. “Gotta help him cum... uuuuhgn..."

The gnoll shivered, shaking more fur off his head. He was nearly furless by this point, his transformation nearly complete. The naked, fleshy form of a gnoll forcibly merged into a drake's penis was a truly bizarre sight. Most of him resembled nothing more than a gigantic draconic cock, albeit one protruding from a rolled-up furry sheathe instead of a scaly slit. He even had a huge set of fur-clad balls dangling under his drake. But he still had arms and his face was more or less recognizably his, even if it was twisted into the shape of a tapered draconic dick.

Emerald stepped back and Sirroco stepped forward, as the sand-scaled drake pressed himself towards the green.

“Grhryaaaa!" Emerald growled.

A heady burst of stimulating sensation flowed into Zakhir. Through his mental connection with his mount, he could feel that the drake's neck was being kissed and gently bitten by the other drake.

Zakhir took a deep breath, centering himself and pushing the gush of lust away with a concerted mental effort. “Hahhhnnn... okay, Werthak... get ready. You just... if you can just pull that ring up to my reach, I can pull it off. Okay?"

“*Ghhrllsprlk.*" The gnoll-cock replied, spitting out a thick, dripping, sticky strand of precum that drooled from his mouth and most of the way to the floor before it broke.

“Hrrmmgh..." Zakhir grumbled, slowly blinking.

The moment came. Emerald and Sirroco pushed their respective cocks towards each other again. Zakhir was ready; he took hold of Werthak's slick, firm, pulsating upper-half and tried to push the gnoll-cock up over his head...

Werthak's hands grasped hold of Zakhir as he slid over and across him...

The embraced drakes growled with lust, tails swishing across the wooden floor with a rasping sound...

Zakhir felt a pang of hope as Werthak's shaft of a body slid down across him, getting closer and closer to the ring. A powerful shiver wracked his body as the gnoll-cock's hug stroked his sensitive skin all the way down to his waist. The hugging embrace gliding down his body felt an awful like the familiar sensations he felt when he was masturbating, except magnified a hundredfold as it traversed the whole of his transforming, merging body.

“Grnnhhrk!" Werthak gasped, drooling precum all over Zakhir. The gnoll kept his arms wrapped snug around his fellow adventurer as the two were rubbed together, effectively making the frotting of their flushed forms a facsimile of masturbatory fornication.

“Hnnrk! W-Werthak! G-get the ring!" Zakhir moaned, feeling his penile body pulse as the gnoll-cock stroked him. His concentration remained strong and focused, but despite his iron will, the bombardment of sensation was unreal in its intensity. Over and over, his companion's stiff shaft of a body glided across his top while the gnoll's arms were wrapped around him, effectively stroking the whole of his cockifiying form like a big dick being masturbated by an equally-large hand...

“W-Werthak... the ring... sthrlppp t-that..!" Zakhir sputtered, pulses of draconic pre-cum welling up in his mouth as his transformation progressed. Werthak wasn't even trying to take off the ring, even though his hands glided over and across it!

His fingers twitched as he tried to push Werthak away, but the gnoll's arms were clasped into a tight hug and their positions didn't give him any leverage. It certainly didn't help that Werthak's skin was slick and slippery with all the precum oozing from his mouth and down his hot drake-dick of a body.

The change passed Zakhir's chest and shrunk his shoulders, subsumed his swelling neck and passed into his head proper. He closed his eyes tight as his mind reeled with boiling pleasure.

“Gahhh! Hnnnrgh... *GhHrplrk!*" Zakhir groaned. There was a brilliant explosion of pleasure that surged through him as his whole hardening form *throbbed* and a burst of salty slickness pumped up his throat and past his lips. Zakhir watched it sail through the air and splatter on the floorboards with utter horror. He was starting to spit up pre-cum! The transformation was almost complete..!

Emerald pulled away from Sirroco, panting for breath and shivering slightly. Sirroco licked his lips as the two drakes began to kiss yet again. As the drakes re-positioned themselves, their penises were again pointed head-on.

“You... didn't... get... the... ring..." Zakhir sputtered, both his hands delicately caressing his bulging face. The swollen flesh threatened to bulge out into a cock-tip at any moment; he felt like he was holding back the final part of his transformation through sheer will.

'MmmmMMmmM!' Emerald lustfully moaned in his mind.

The gnoll-cock stared dumbly back at him, panting. “Hoooorny... sooooooo horny... gotta needta cuuuuuum..." Werthak moaned.

“You... we're... you..." Zakhir sputtered, trying to collect his thoughts amidst the maelstrom of pleasure that came with the perverse changes.

The gnoll-cock facing him shivered again, eyes glazing over as another heavy throb wracked his body. Gushes of pre-cum drooled past his swollen lips as more fur fell free from his head.

“Werthak!!! Get... get ahold of yourself, now! Y-you need to-" Zakhir sputtered. His words died away as the transforming gnoll leaned forward and licked him right on the face...

To the vast amusement of the laughing kobolds watching them, the gnoll's hot tongue continued licking across Zakhir's drooling lips. The touch was electric, transmitting searing pleasure directly into the mage's changing face. Zakhir felt another powerful *throb* surge through his whole shaftlike body, culminating in a searing blast of raw sexual pleasure that was as intense as a migraine but entirely made of ecstasy. Musky drake-pre surged through his body and spewed from his mouth, the slick fluid mixing with Werthak's emanations and forming long, dangling strands.

“Hrrhnk! *Rrsclk*! WrR... Kh... W-Werthak, d-don't!" Zakhir whined, his mouth filling up with the salty slickness of his drake's pre-cum as he was forced to spit it up. He felt *so* hard and *so* bloated, the whole of his body constantly throbbing and twitching with *need*...

Emerald and Sirroco squared back up, slapping their throbbing cockified riders against one another with wet, slimy slaps. The embracing drakes were moving together with forceful purpose, pushing their penises together face-to-face. Zakhir tried again to push Werthak away but the gnoll again hugged him and ensured their faces would be frotting.

“Hraaaaaaahhhhhhhngh!" Zakhir moaned. The throbbing in his head was reshaping it with each pulse that ran through him. He could feel his hair falling away, his face swelling up into a pointed tip, his nose and ears shrinking down...

He stared hard at Werthak's twitching form while their throbbing heads were incessantly ground against one another. The insane stimulation, the overwhelming pleasure made it hard to think, but as difficult as it was for Zakhir, his companion seemed like he was utterly consumed by it. The gnoll's glassy eyes twitched and blinked rapidly as he gushed pre-cum from his mouth, the whole of his cockified form *throbbing* rapidly and pulsating in his erect, hard, engorged state.

The gnoll-cock's twitching against his face was growing frenetic, urgent. Bulging, throbbing lips kissed against Zakhir's shrunken nose and twitching lips, gushing spurt after spurt of hot pre-cum against him. Werthak's words were drenched with lust, distorted by mouthfuls of raw leaking need.

“*GHlK!*... *Ghrlpth!*... Khahhha... hrrrlghk! *KrlPRKSPRLTK!*"

The human mage cringed at the heated slickness splattering against his sensitive face suddenly became a violent torrent of hot stickiness. Werthak was cumming, spraying Sirroco's sperm all over him!!! He squinted hard as powerful blasts of cum erupted from his companion's mouth, striking him square on the face and splattering all over and across his own throbbing body.

“*KrlSPRK!* *KL-sSspPrlRkK!* *KSPRK!* *SPLRTK!*" One, two, three, four more forceful lances of drake cum ricocheted off Zakhir's face as his frotting friend spurted all over him.

Zakhir gave a gurgling moan, shivering as thick white drake-cum dripped all down his throbbing body. His skin was completely saturated by the sticky, musky, hot load. He no longer needed to breathe but his instincts hadn't yet caught up with his altered state. Zakhir gasped for air, sucking in the overpowering aroma of the drake cum that he had been drenched with. He immediately realized his mistake, but it was too late then.

The smell of raw, rank, hot, fresh drake-cum was so pungent, so powerful it hurt. The musky smell and taste was overpowering, a bouquet of raw sex and primal need that broadcasted primal draconic virility. It made him painfully aware of the roiling heat inside Emerald's balls, the release that his drake craved, needed... the certain knowledge that he too was sooooo close to cumming as his mount's new cock. His mouth watered with slimy precum; his body was wracked by desultory throbbing...

“Khhhlllgrkkkkk..." Zakhir had to fight to keep his mouth shut as his face bloated into a blossoming cocktip, his eyes rolling to the side as the last of his head succumbed to the perverted mutation forced upon him...

“Pft! PKlTt!" Werthak was still cumming, grinding his face against Zakhir's changing face as he willingly spat his load onto his fellow drake-cock.

Zakhir trembled and twitched, his whole being consumed by the throes of a building sexual climax. The feelings were so intense, he couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but be swept away by the orgasm building in his cockified form. His shaftlike body leapt with a penultimate throb, a hot liquid pulse of pre-cum boiling up in his lower half and shooting through his body unimpeded before violently spurting from his mouth and spraying across Werthak's face and the underbelly of his drake.

“*ShhrpprlkKK-!*" Zakhir sputtered.

'YesSsss! YEEEEESSSSSS!' Emerald roared, exultant and triumphant.

Zakhir despaired, his eyes squinting and his hands squeezing into the turgid flesh of his fellow drake-cock as his resistance crumbled. He couldn't help it, the demands of his changed body so urgent and overwhelming. He knew he was going to cum, it was going to happen, there was nothing he could do to stop it and it felt so very, very good! He pressed his face into the musky sticky flesh of the gnoll-cock as he frotted against Werthak, the gnoll's cum making their pressed flesh exquisitely slick and sticky.

“RrRRrRGHRRHAaaAAARRWRRR!" Emerald roared. His psychic voice was wracked with indulged desire, wanton bliss. 'OohHoOoO! Z-Zakhir... it'ses here! It happen! Y-You're really Emerald cock!!! Yeeeees! Just likes kobolds promise! Alllllll mine!!!! AhhhhhhhnhnHhH~!'

“Uhhnngh... hhnrrrnk... ghrllrk-!" Zakhir sputtered, his erect form throbbing and twitching ominously. He could feel it coming, so close, consuming all his thought..!

A lightning bolt of aching, intense, all-consuming pleasure struck Zakhir, his whole rock-hard body twitching powerfully as the oncoming orgasm seized him. With a final heavy twitch, a massive surge of liquid ecstasy exploded up from his balls, surged through his internal plumbing and forced his lips open..!

“Hrkblr-*RKSPRLRT*!!!"

The intensity of the experience was such that most of Zakhir's vision was blurry and blotted out but he could see the volley of cum spurting from his mouth smack right against Werthak's face.

'Yes! Ahahahaha, YEEES! YESssSsssSSsSSSS!!!' Emerald roared, his words drenched in the overwhelming pleasure.

“*ShrKLPRRLK!* *KSCHPrlRK!* *SpRLklKRKT!*" Zakhir kept cumming, his mount's gigantic balls just beginning to empty themselves through him.

Zakhir could taste the intensely musky flavor of his own cum as each quaking throb of his cumming body shot out gigantic spurts of spooge from his mouth. He could feel every bit of Emerald's climax in brutal, intimate, exquisite detail, from the clenching of the drake's internal ballsack, to the gushing burning flow of his mount's cum through his body, to the final agonizing ecstasy of the gushing semen as it spewed past his lips. The sheer sexual bliss drove everything from his mind, save the need to *throb* and *spurt*, the whole of his identity overridden by his new role as Emerald's big, thick, virile *cock*. In the throes of orgasm, the horror and humiliation of it all paled before the sheer *pleasure* of being a big, horny, cumming drake-dick..!

Werthak rubbed his own tumescent face against Zakhir's as the human-cock continued to cum all over him, the sound of their skin sliding together becoming impossibly slick and sloppy as more drake sperm coated their frothy, frotting forms. The *need* to spew and spurt was so strong it overrode everything else. It didn't matter that he'd been reduced to nothing more than a sex organ. He was utterly at the mercy of his body's function, totally subservient to his new role. Zakhir took hold of Werthak's tumescent head with his hands, willfully pushing his face against the gnoll-cock's warm, slimy, twitching tip as he blasted his friend with volley after volley of Emerald's thick, tasty cum.

When the epic orgasm finally began to dwindle, Zakhir and Werthak slowly transitioned from frotting their faces together to passionately kissing. Zakhir shivered as the last of his drake's orgasm pulsed from his vertical slit-lips while he made out with his fellow cock. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small part of his mind was tart with reproach. Despite his vast intellect, he and the simple-minded gnoll had succumbed to cockification in pretty much the same way...

Emerald and Sirroco broke away from one another, falling onto all fours and panting heavily. Werthak and Zakhir hung below their bellies, utterly spent from their first orgasms as drake-dicks. Werthak twitched slightly, arms dangling limp from his midsection as sticky strands of cum drooled from his open mouth. Zakhir, slowly reckoning with his new form, hugged himself and slowly blinked, letting the last of his own orgasm pool up in his mouth before spitting out a final giant wad of viscous drake sperm.

Warm, numbing, exhausted satisfaction settled into every inch of Zakhir's body as he hung under Emerald. The overwhelming need to cum was gone, and in the wake of orgasm, all he felt was shameful bliss. The green drake's sperm, so musky and salty and bitter, dripped from his lips as his aching hardness slowly dissipated. He shuddered, suddenly very cognizant of the fact that his adventuring career, nay, his independent existence had been utterly extinguished.

“Stupid... beast... stupid... gnoll..." Zakhir mumbled, staring down at the cum splattered all over the floor as he continued to slowly drip. He and Werthak had shrunk down quite a lot during their cockification but they were absolutely gigantic penises and had ejaculated an equally massive amount of cum. Almost all of the wooden floor between their beds was covered by a slowly-spreading pool of their mixed-up seed.

'Felt sooooo good... mmmm, you be real good cock. Perfect drake-cock. Take real good care of you, promise,' Emerald said. The drake leaned down and gave his dirty penis a long, wet lick.

Zakhir made a low whine, unable to resist the ongoing gush of joyous satisfaction that poured into him from his mental link with his mount. As humiliating as it was to be turned into a drake phallus, a mere sex organ, the sheer physical pleasure of cumming had shattered his willingness to resist. Now, the thoughts and feelings of Emerald flowed unimpeded into his mind. The perverse pride the green drake had for his new penis; the bubbling fantasies about what Zakhir could soon be doing for his mount-host-master...

The mage's eyes watered and he blinked rapidly as Emerald's tongue swept over his rounded tip of a head, licking across his mouth, nose and eyes. His eyes were covered in some sort of protective lens now, and having them licked didn't sting in the slightest. Past the flicks of Emerald's long tongue he could see Werthak being licked clean in a similar fashion by Sirroco. The gnoll was leaning up into the licks with a broad smile on his face and his own tongue hanging free from his slit-mouth. He dearly hoped that Prince Talsyn and Xeritha would be able to fend off the surprise assault and rescue them...

'Hrrh hrr hrrrg! I don'ts think so. I think they having more fun than us, mmmh!' Emerald taunted as he continued his licks.

Zakhir wondered what Emerald was saying, but the drake's thoughts were guarded. It was so hard to think about anything while having his face licked clean of cum. Nonetheless, whatever he was implying filled the draconic cock with the strangest feeling of wistful lust. What was happening to Talsyn and Xeritha..?

****

Back in the other room, Xeritha was completely beside herself with perverse, ever-growing lust. Her bizarre transformation had just hit the halfway mark, but even her mostly-unchanged upper body positively pulsated with erotic swelling and sweaty stiffness. Iceclaw was lying back on the bed now with her throbbing body squirming between his hindlegs, voicing grumbling purrs as he enjoyed her futile, restless attempts to pull away from his groin. On some level she knew that it was helpless, that her ass was already firmly joined to that of her drake mount and bulging out into a draconic knot, but the sheer impossibility of it, the rank humiliation, the overwhelmingly-bizarre sensations flowing through her body made it hard to do much with that knowledge.

Xeritha had turned her back on drow society long ago, forsake the evil ways she had been indoctrinated in and found redemption in the love she shared with Prince Talsyn. But staring at her grossly-mutated lover, rapidly merging with the ass of his own mount, desire of a most perverse and dark nature suffused her stiffening form. She stared hard at Talsyn as he tried to pull his half-merged arms away from Loralux's scaly buttcheeks while the rest of him continued to sink beneath the golden drake's raised tail. He looked so confused, so vulnerable as he fought against his fate...

“Loralux... rngh... you can't... you... aaaahhhhg!" Prince Talsyn groaned, his arms twisting from side to side as he tried to pull them away from the scaly buttcheeks they were melding into.

'Isn't he cute...' Iceclaw's voice echoed through her mind, as if the white drake was whispering in her ear. 'Look at that fuckable mouth of his. I bet he would love a kiss...'

Xeritha felt a roiling pulse inside her merged legs and her whole body tensed up, a strange pulse running through the core of her lower body and all the way up into her mouth where it bloomed into a musky mouthful of slick, liquid desire.

“Gh... pft..." Xeritha sputtered, the strong and salty taste of masculine arousal splashing onto her tongue and leaking past her lips. The thick, cloying, bestial heat of her drake's pre-cum sizzled deep into her tastebuds, making her transforming body tense even harder with an electric crackling of bizarre erotic sensations.

'Mmm... nice. You already nice and juicy.' Iceclaw taunted, rolling up onto the bed and starting to slide off it.

Xeritha closed her eyes as her face was dragged across the bed as Iceclaw rolled off it, her shaft-like body springing up between his hindlegs and pointing straight forward. Her lower half was so aroused her body barely wobbled as he walked over to the other bed, approaching Talsyn and Loralux.

“What are you doing? Get away from me! Yo-mmrf-!" Talsyn said.

That was all Xeritha heard, before a series of loud, lewd, licking sounds filled her ears. It was the sound of the hottest and heaviest makeout session she had ever heard, and while it was happening, her mind was stuffed with lust from her drake...

“*MmgrrlkrtSclrpkrrrlkrsktl...*" The sound was incredibly strange, like someone stepping into a pool of muddy sand over and over with rubber boots. Fragmented, gushing mental images assaulted Xeritha as Iceclaw continued to make out with her merging lover. Xeritha couldn't see what Iceclaw was doing, but it sure sounded like he was kissing Talsyn as he transformed into his drake's butt. Echoing sensations, of wetness and tightness and musky warmth...

'MmmMmmmmm... your boyfriend is a good kisser, you know. He kiss very good. Taste good. I like him a lot!' Iceclaw purred.

“Hnnngh..." Xeritha moaned, her body pulsing with lust as her drake's arousal throbbed through her cockified body. Surges of transformation advanced up her belly, into her chest. The urgent tension building within her transforming body was so unnatural, so unreal... soooooo pleasurable. Even though she was doing nothing more than staring at the bottom of her boyfriend's bed, Iceclaw's thoughts and emotions were driving her into a frenzy of lust. She could practically feel his warm, wet, *tight* lips; *taste* the sweat of his musky drool...

“Mmhnngh! Shtup thus ath onsch!" Prince Talsyn said, his words strangely muffled. “Yuhr-"

“Hhhrrrrlk!" Xeritha gasped, another burst of precum spurting through her body and past her lips. This one was strong enough it spat from her and struck the dangling covers of Talsyn's bed, webbing from the fabric to her lips before slowly dripping down onto the floor.

'You... you're... kissing my lover...' Xeritha babbled.

'Rhrhrhhrr... *our* lover now.' Iceclaw replied. 'Mmmm... wish you could see his face right now... elf-prince is all squished between buttcheeks now. Hehehe... he's all sweaty and wiggly. Got Loralux's tail for hair,' Iceclaw said to his penis.

Xeritha throbbed, clutching her breasts; the burning tightness in her chest grew more and more intense. She could feel her breasts shrinking away between her fingers as Iceclaw's arousal flooded her fused form. Every inch of transformed tissue was hot and searingly sensitive. She was more drake-cock than woman now, only her head untouched by the perverse transformation.

“*Tchklp.*... *Thlrp*..." Lewd, wet kissing sounds continued to come from above.

'MMmmmm... starting to taste nice an' musky. Bet you wanna kiss him real bad now.' Iceclaw teased. 'He's aaaaaalmost ready...'

The drow-cock balled up her fists with frustration, conflicting emotions clashing in her mind. How could this be happening to them!?! As horrible a fate as it was to be turned into a drake's cock, what was happening to Prince Talsyn seemed far worse! What could she possibly do to save him? She was bodily attached to her own mount, fast becoming nothing more than a throbbing, erect drake-dick. And yet, Iceclaw's taunting filled her with feelings of lust that were utterly alien and yet incredibly compelling. A growing part of her mind *craved* to be stuffed into a tight wet hole, and that was what her boyfriend was going to be...

There was a shuffling from above, and Xeritha felt herself being pulled away from the bed as Iceclaw stepped away. Soon after, Loralux lowered himself until his legs were on the ground while the rest of his weight was on the creaking bed. The two drakes softly growled at one another, and then Iceclaw rose up on his hindlegs and stepped forward...

A rush of lust ran through Xeritha as she rocked up and down with Icelcaw's movements, finding herself pointed straight at Loralux's gold-scaled rear end as he raised up his tail and Iceclaw climbed on top of him. The bed creaked under their combined weight, and...

...and she caught sight of Talsyn. Of what he had become. Loralux's smooth-scaled ass.

Xeritha sucked in shaky breaths as she stared, throbbing, at her transformed lover. Talsyn was completely merged with Loralux's butt, utterly subsumed into the drake's rump aside from a scant few remaining features. His eyes were sunk into the sides of the gold-scaled dragonkin's cheeks and his mouth had become the drake's wrinkled, glistening pucker. His pointed ears were mere nubs flanking his mount's raised tail.

“Bpwrhhhhr... Xer... ith... aaaa... yrrrr... hith corck?" Talsyn mumbled, his words distorted by the clenching of his circular lips. He licked his glistening lips with his tongue and swallowed, a motion that made his cheeks smooch together and the tail above his face bob lower.

“Oh, Talsyn..." Xeritha moaned, exquisitely aware of every inch of her throbbing, ready form. “You... you're...mmmfprlk!" A mouthful of salty, slick pre-cum burst across her tongue and squelched her words. She squinted her eyes as a shiver of lust traveled down her cockified body, from the churning sack inside Iceclaw's genital slit all the way to her pulsating face. She covered her mouth with her hands as precum spat from her lips.

“I knoh... I'm hif assf." Prince Talsyn said, closing his eyes mournfully. “Thith ith soh humiliatingh! Whaht are weh going to do!?"

Xeritha swallowed down her pre as another throb shook her body. The longer she stared at Prince Talsyn the more she wanted to bury herself inside him. “I... I don't know. I think... I don't think we have much time. I think we're going to..."

The drow-cock shivered as Iceclaw pushed her forward, right towards her lover's face...

“Oh noh... no, no, no, noh- ngh!" Prince Talsyn cried out.

“Mmmmngh... hnnngh!" Xeritha moaned. She reached out her hands to try and push herself away from the drakebutt she was being forced against, but her small shriveled arms were too weak to resist Iceclaw's strength. She closed her eyes as she felt her face rub against the soft scales and wrinkled flesh of Prince Talsyn.

“Mmmmhhhnnggglkf!" He moaned. “Ghrt ahwr-r frhm mhhh!"

Xeritha felt the exhalation of warm, musky breath against her sensitive face as Iceclaw pressed her against the ass-prince. She could feel Iceclaw's saliva on his leathery lips as her pre-drooling mouth smooched against it. The drow-cock trembled, her thoughts suffused by crazed lust as her transformation progressed into its final stage. She could feel her head being pushed and squeezed into the spear shape of a drake's cock and turned into turgid tissue like the rest of her changed body...

'Ahhhhhhhhh yes-good-yesssss..!' Iceclaw moaned to her. 'Allllmost ready! Finally! Ready to be cock?'

'Hnnngh... no? I'm... I d-don't want this?' Xeritha weakly protested, blinking rapidly as Iceclaw pulled her back from Prince Talsyn's tailhole-mouth. She gently caressed the swelling bulb of her changing head as it continued to stretch out into a cocktip, strands of her long white hair falling away with each stroke. Her teeth were turning hot and gooey as they melded into her lips, turning into yet more turgid dickflesh. The transformation was consuming her will, pouring draconic lust into her mind. Iceclaw's desire to mate gushed through her with each throb of her body.

Xeritha squinted as she stared at her lover's tight hole of a mouth, unable to conceal her raging lust for him. “T-Talsyn... I... I'm sorry... I-I-" she stammered, salivating pre-cum.

He gazed back at her with forlorn eyes. “It'sh okay... iht's not your fauflt. Whatevfer happensh... I schtill lov you."

'You two make good pair... going to be best of lovers still. Promise!' Iceclaw said through his psychic link with his cock.

“Ghhrlllrk..." Xeritah moaned, as another burst of pre-cum filled her mouth. Her drake's thoughts were growing closer and more coherent. He was soooooo looking forward to shoving her deep inside her transformed lover, splitting his mouth open and making him swallow the whole of her rigid length.

Those thoughts were first and foremost in her mind as he pushed her towards Talsyn the scaly drake butt again...

...and his own expression was one of hazy, lustful need. His eyes rapidly blinking, his mouth quivering...

Leaning forward, Xeritha planted a slimy kiss right on her lover's soft, circular lips. The leathery tailhole of his mouth quivered and clenched at the touch, before he began to awkwardly return the kiss. The tail above the elven ass twitched upward as her slit mashed against his pucker-mouth, bursts of precum from her lips making his hole slick and slimy.

“Mfffmmmfrrr... mmmfh... mmmhhhrmmfh..!" Prince Talsyn moaned, his whole rear end of a body quaking as his sensitive mouth was kissed.

'I need youuuu inside him...' Iceclaw purred.

“MMmprlk!" The drow-cock spurted pre. 'Mmm... yeah...' Xeritha mentally moaned. Another series of heavy throbs wracked her body as she made out with her lover's leathery quivering lips. Their tongues wrestled as the bizarre kiss continued. Her lover's mouth was so hot and musky, his lips so slick and tight. Xeritha pushed herself against the warmth, rubbed her swelling face up and down against the cleft between Loralux's scaly cheeks.

'Oh... oh no! Yes! No! Ohhhhhh... oh! OH! OhhhHHhh! NnnnnNNnngh!' Xeritha's thoughts were a jumble of conflicted emotions, appalled at what she was forced to endure but overwhelmed by the rush of insane pleasure that it gave her to be pushed against that taut leathery hole...

'OhhHhhh yes-yes! Yes! OhhhHhhh... you're going in-in!' Iceclaw said, growling.

“NnnNnnHnnlslpk!" The drow-cock sputtered. She was trapped in violent conflict with herself, eager to kiss her lover but still unwilling to be pushed inside him. Her hands searched for purchase against the smooth curves of Loralux's butt, trying in vain to resist the rocking thrusts that pushed her against his quivering tailhole of a mouth. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the burning urges of her cockified body...

And at the same time, Prince Talsyn was resisting her thrusting less and less. His kisses were becoming wide, sucking, hungry; he was stretching his leathery lips as if trying to take her inside his mouth. His eyes bulged and Loralux's strong, scaly butt tensed and flexed as her throbbing form threatened to slide inside it...

Xeritha found herself calculating, calculating whether or not the thick ass in front of her could possibly accommodate her cockified form. Clearly, it could. Loralux's butt was more than big enough for her, as *big* and *hard* as she was. It would be a tight fit, but...

...oh, so tight. Would that be a bad thing..?

'I-Inside... oh gods, I'm going inside him!' Xeritha blurted. The sheer obscenity, the impossibility of the notion was gradually receding before the fact it was going to happen, and she wanted it. *Needed* it.

'YesssssSssss... Tiiiight!' Iceclaw hissed. His thoughts and hers were a blended slurry of lusts.

The next time he pushed her against Talsyn, Xeritha flexed her face towards his and gave his tailhole-mouth a hot slobbering kiss. Iceclaw pulled her back momentarily, and a long strand of precum hung between their lips. The drake slid her throbbing form back towards her lover, and she closed her eyes and drove her tip into the musky tightness of his pucker...

“Sprk... krsprllk..." Xeritha spat, the salty flow of pre-seed strong and steady now. She nuzzled her tensing tip against Talsyn's quivering mouth, spreading it's slickness across her face.

“MMhhfwaahh..!" Talsyn moaned, his mouth stretching wide in hungry kisses. His expression was one of unalloyed, primal lust. One of his eyes was wide open and the other was closed and twitching. He was opening his tailpucker enough that his tight leathery lips actually started to wrap around her face-tip..!

“RrrghhhrrRRrR!" Loralux roared as his ass was teased by Iceclaw and his drow-cock.

The sound of the drake's pleasured roars drove Xeritha's own lust even higher. The overwhelming desire to be used on that strong, sexy dragonkin like the big throbby cock she was was so strange and unnatural, yet utterly irresistible. Iceclaw's next thrust drove half her pointed face-tip past the smooth quivering rim of Talsyn's mouth-pucker. His tailhole clenched around her face as she and the transformed prince stared hard at one another, their shared need painfully obvious.

Xeritha was now partially stuck inside her lover's mouth. Each spurt of pre-cum collected inside his opening now. Iceclaw kept pushing her, keeping the pressure on, slowly inching more and more of her sensitive body inside Talsyn's tightness...

“MmMmfFrmmMMmMHHHNMMFRHH!" Talsyn moaned, his mouth stretching wider and wider... until suddenly...

*Splk!*

“AaaAaaHhhMmhHMmMMmmmHMMMGH!" The drow-cock moaned, her head popping inside. His insides clamped around her throbbing sensitive head in a squeezing suck that felt so good she saw stars. Her eyes blinked rapidly as more and more of her hard, sensitive form cleaved the muscular cheeks of Talsyn's transformed body and more of her shaft-body drove deeper inside him...

It felt so good, so indescribably, impossibly *good* to be inside the other drake's ass as a draconic cock. Not only did it feel good, the smell and taste was rich with slick and clean natural juices. The muskiness of Loralux's tail-passage was a hot, sharp bouquet of pure draconic masculinity.

'Hnh.. hahhHhnnGH! D-deeper... deeper!' Xeritha begged, fingers twitching as her hands roamed across Talsyn's scaly cheeks.

'Yeah... m-more!' Another psychic voice resonated inside her head. It was Talsyn, but not his spoken voice. The tailhole's tongue was mushed against the bottom of what used to be her chin, pinned there by her thickness.

'T-Talsyn? I-I'm... I'm *inside* you!' Xeritha said. Could he hear her?

'Oh f-fuck! Y-you're... you're in meeeeee..!' came his reply, in a weak and wavering voice.

'Oooaaaahhh.. you're sooooo tight!' the drow-cock moaned. Iceclaw's inexorable pushing continued and more of her slowly slid into his tight, musky, depths. Her arms were forced to bend backwards as she was forced deeper inside Talsyn. There was another momentary pause when her hands kissed his rim, their thickness and that of her tapering length too much for his pucker to take. But soon those too slipped in, the passage eased by the pre she was constantly gushing into him.

'Nnngh! Nhrrrr...' Iceclaw grunted.

'Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!' Xeritha moaned.

'Mhhaaa! Ohhhhh! Hahhhhh!' Talsyn gasped.

The strangest tingles crackled along Xeritha's cockified body as it was swallowed up by her lover. She could almost feel what the parts of her penile body used to be as Iceclaw pushed her in. The smooth expanse of exquisitely-sensitive, turgid dickflesh that used to be her breasts and hips, the tube running through her gushing length that were once her vagina, stomach, throat. Finally, the thick bulge of her knot, which used to be her own butt, smacked against Prince Talsyn's leathery lips.

'PwahhhhhhmmMMHHHHH!' Xeritha gave an exultant moan. Every inch of her throbbing body, save her knot, was now hugged tight by the velvety flesh of her lover's tailpassage. It was utterly satisfying, so *right*, soooooo intensely pleasurable. Her thoughts were a mess, her whole body slick with her own pre-cum. Their mating had barely begun, but she already felt like she was ready to explode in the best way possible. Deep inside Iceclaw's body, their shared nuts were positively churning...

Iceclaw began to pull her back. Talsyn's tailpassage clenched around her with delicious tightness, making the drake fight him every inch of the way. It made going out of the drake-ass almost as pleasurable as going in!

Xeritha quivered and spurted mouthfuls of pre-cum as she withdrew, pulled back further and further until just her head was left inside the tightness of her drakebutt lover. In the musky darkness, she could sort of make out strands of her hair that had fallen away, which looked like they were melting into more precum. His tailhole of a mouth squeezed her body the hardest, and feeling his sweet leathery lips around her sensitive cocktip of a head was ecstasy itself. The drowcock quaked, the overwhelming sexual pleasure flowing from her ballsack and into her face in spurt after gushing spurt...

And then her drake pushed her back inside.

Words, thoughts, such complex things were beyond Xeritha as she was used for her new purpose. All she could do was throb and spurt, hungrily flexing what little muscle she still had in a strained effort to stuff herself into the slick tightness of the other drake's ass.

'AH! AHH! NNHHNnnNyYAH! AHH! AHHH!' Talsyn's cries as he was again penetrated were orgasmic.

Xeritha mindlessly flexed herself within the tailpassage, her fat knot forcefully kissing his lips as she again reveled in the agonizing pleasure of being (almost) completely buried inside a nice tight scaly ass. There wasn't a trace of doubt left in her mind that this was where she belonged, this was where she needed to be.

'HHhhhHaaaahhhh, Iceclaaaaaaaw~' the transformed drow mentally drooled, as he again pulled her back from Talsyn's moist heated tightness. Being pulled out didn't feel *quite* as good as being pushed in, but knowing that she would soon feel the ecstasy of penetration made it very easy to bear.

In... out... in... out... in... out...

Over and over, Xeritha felt Iceclaw pushing her cockified form inside Talsyn, the drake-ass the perfect receptacle for her transformed body. His tight, slick, musky, muscular depths still strained to swallow her hard, throbbing, penile form. Every moment of the sexual act was pure pleasure, so raw and intense that it almost hurt.

Xeritha blinked as she watched the last of her hair dissolve away in the slimy tunnel of Loralux's butt as her face continued to stretch into its final form as a draconic cocktip. Shivers of ecstasy made her rigid body shake as her head succumbed to the perverse transformation, urging it on. The carnal act she was an extremely intimate part of was developing into a proper, steady rhythm. Iceclaw continued pushing her past the squeezing muscular lips of her lover in smooth, steady motions, while her tailhole-lover relaxed and tightened in harmonious synchronicity as he was fucked. The changed drow could feel her balls sizzle as a sexual climax began to build inside her...

...but something wasn't quite right. No...

As awesome, as incredible, as immensely pleasurable as it was to be used as a drake's penis, to be thrust in and out of her willing lover, there was something very important missing. The feeling of penetration suffused almost every part of her cockified form with powerful pleasure, but her knot ached with need. She NEEDED to feel it inside Talsyn's sweet sucking mouth-hole!

'Iceclaw... harder... deeper... harder... put my knot... in him..!' Xeritha said to her drake. It was hard to stabilize her thoughts while being used as a penis. The other male drake's tailhole, her lover, was sooooo tight and slippery, squeezing her throbbing form in a full-body hug that made every inch of her cockified shaft of a body sizzle with mind-melting pleasure. But her knot was begging to be inside with the rest of her.

'Nhhn... no... can't...' Iceclaw shuddered as he drove her in and out of his lover's sentient butt, as consumed with lust as she was, if not more so. He clearly wanted to drive her fully inside Talsyn as much as she did, but he was holding himself back for some reason.

'You... must... need it... need to... deeper... deeper..! Why not!?' Xeritha asked between thrusts.

'Nyaaah! Take too long... for knot to soften. We can't stay here... gotta be quick... later, later! I'll tie you in Prince-butt later as much, ngh, as we want!'

'But I... I need... NEED IT!' Xeritha cried mentally. Inside Talsyn, her eyes scrunched with effort and she spurted another huge mouthful of Iceclaw's pre-cum. 'NEEeeeEEED KNOT!' she wailed.

'Nonono... not supposed to... don't have time...' Iceclaw protested, shuddering as he tried in vain to resist the urges flowing into him from his cock.

'Neeeeeeeed this! We neeeeeed this! Do it! Knot me... in him! DO IT! TIE HIM!!!' Xeritha commanded, delirious with pleasure.

'No... no... ahhhhhhh!' Iceclaw whined. He rapidly pushed his drow-cock in and out of the prince's clenching ass-mouth, trying to force her to cum.

Xeritha had very limited control over the drake's thrusting, but she had enough presence of mind and willpower to keep herself from cumming. A violent tide of orgasmic spasms wracked her throbbing body, but the drow-cock withstood them with all her might. Iceclaw sped his thrusting even more, but Xeritha shut her eyes and focused all her will on resisting the climactic pleasure.

'Come on... push me in... all the way... all the way... knot him... knot him!' Xeritha relentlessly begged. As intense as the buttfucking felt, her transformed body *knew* that it wouldn't be perfect until she could tie herself in Talsyn's tailhole-mouth. It didn't hurt that she could feel Iceclaw's resistance crumbling, a small part of her mind relishing the idea of frustrating his plans. If the drake was going to turn her into his cock, then the least he could do would be let her first time being used come to a proper and complete climax!

Iceclaw's mental voice was a pained whine. The drake was using all his own reserves of willpower to try and keep himself from succumbing to the needful lust of his penis. But Xeritha's desires kept gushing unimpeded through their physical and mental link, breaking it down bit by bit as he was kept from cumming..!

'Rahhh... rrrgh... NnrrrGhhhrrrr!' His mental voice was strained and bestial, barely coherent. He was so close! Sooooo close! But she wasn't letting him break past the barrier right before him..!

'Do it! Doooo IIIIIIT! Do it! Just doooooo it! DO IT! Do-' Xeritha begged.

'RrrrRrrrrhhhrrrrrrrhhhrrrr-!' Iceclaw broke. The drake gave a low, keening mental whine as he broke down and pushed her hard against his lover's tailhole. It only took a few seconds of focused pushing and Talsyn's lips were forced wide by the drow-cock's knot.

*SHRLPT!* There was an awesomely lewd squelch as Xeritha's huge knot squeezed past Talsyn's tight lips!

'HaaaHHHnnGHryAAAAAAAAAAH-HAAAAH!' Talsyn's mental scream echoed through her mind.

*KRRRRR-CRASH!* The long-suffering bed frame shattered under the combined weight of Iceclaw and Loralux.

Xeritha quaked with twitches of ecstatic pleasure as her knot locked into place, already bloating up even larger. Every inch of her hard, throbbing, sensitive body was now confined within his tight squeezing depths, tied with the transformed drake-ass!

'YEEEEEEEES~!" Xeritha screamed at Iceclaw. She felt the strangest sensation of triumph, knowing she had forced him to knot her cockified form.

“*Grrlgkrsprtk-rrrskclpk... K-shrllplk!*" Her actual mouth was flooded with bursts of musky drake pre. The slick tunnel of Loralux's butt was very slick and slippery with her emissions. The sweet sucking clenches that massaged her hardness became even more violent as she felt Loralux try and pull away, but her knot had already swollen to the point it was impossible.

Their thrusting was shallow and frenetic now, pushing her face right into the solid flesh that made up Talsyn's huge prostate. Xeritha basked in his psychic cries as his pleasure gland was relentlessly speared from the inside by her face-tip...

'AhhrRnHGN! X-Xerithaaaaa! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!' Talsyn's mental voice became a torrent of pleasured screams as he was forced to absorb thrust after smoldering thrust from her hard, throbbing, gushing body right into his most intimate and sensitive spaces. He wailed from the pleasure as it overwhelmed him body, mind, and soul...

Talsyn came before she did. She could hear his psychic screams as she made his butt-body climax from being fucked by her penile form. Xeritha felt him cum; his internal muscles convulsed around her whole shaftlike form, squeezing her hard, throbbing length sooooooo *tight* with each spasm..!

The inevitable was happening, she was just on the precipice, torrential currents of raw sexual arousal suffusing her penile form! Her internal nutsack convulsed, her knot of an ass bloated further still, incendiary sexual pleasure made her head feel like it was going to explode!

'Yes! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEES!' Her psychic cries were screams of euphoric triumph. The agonizing tightness of Prince Talsyn's drakebutt of a body *needed*, *demanded* her drake's cum...

And then it happened.

“HaAaahHh... HhhnnGHh... *HRRKSCHPRLLLLLRKT-!*" Xeritha's gasping spurts suddenly turned into a massive messy ejaculation.

“RRAaaHHRrrRRRaaaHHHH!" Iceclaw mentally screamed as his new cock came for the very first time. His actual roaring was so loud his drow-cock could actually hear it despite being buried inside Loralux's ass.

Xeritha felt every last drop of the thick gooey sperm that had built up in her ballsack as it burst through her with volcanic heat and pressure. Her shaftlike, knotted body convulsed violently as every last inch of her body exploded with orgasmic pleasure, twitching inside the delicious tightness of her lover's muscular mouth-butt. Everything save for the sensation of cumming disappeared from her mind as the climax came upon her, her world shrinking down into nothing save the sensation of spewing sperm. She could vaguely taste the heat, the musk, the salty-sticky-sliminess of the drake cum as it erupted from her mouth; she could sort of see how her vision inside Loralux's ass became clouded by the torrent of white goo that covered her eyes. But all of that was paltry compared to the raw physical ecstasy that came with cumming hard into a hot, tight tailhole as a mighty drake-cock!

“*KRSPLRTK!* *SPPRpLK!* *PRSPLK!* *SPLRRK!* *SPRLRK!* *SPRK!*"

Pulse after glorious pulse pumped through the newly-transformed drake-cock, each one a triumphant explosion of pleasure. She could feel each wave of sludge-thick cum as it surged from her balls, through her body and out her mouth. Her spooge shot deep into the quivering depths of Loralux's elven ass, but so much of it was spewing from her mouth that she was quickly coated in her own thick white seed. Iceclaw's shallow, shaky thrusts basted every inch of her in her own sticky emissions.

Sooooo much of it came through her, shot from her lips and into the other drake's ass. It was gushing all around and over her as her spooge packed the tight tailpassage full. Heated sperm squeezed all down her length as Iceclaw continued to thrust her knotted body in shaking, unsteady motions, but she was tied so tight with Talsyn's tailhole of a mouth not a single wayward drop of cum slipped past them.

“*Pfht*... *Ptahf*... *Prslprkt*..." Xeritha spat the last mouthfuls of cum out into the cum-packed depths of her thoroughly-fucked lover in lewd, wet spurts. She had packed him so full of her hot sticky spooge, it threatened to wash back into her mouth every time she opened it.

Xeritha blinked her eyes slowly as the last shocks of the epic orgasm made her hard body shiver and twitch. Then came wave after wave of supremely blissful satisfaction. Her conscious mind was at a loss for thoughts. The experience of cumming with Iceclaw, as the drake's penis, was simply too much. Aside from the swollen tightness of her knot, every bit of her transformed body radiated relaxed sensual pleasure. But even her taut knotflesh felt delightful, kissed from behind by her lover's gaping lips.

'Mmmmmhhh... mmmmhhhnnnghhhgh..!' the drow-cock mentally moaned, powerful shivers running through her hard, spent body. The aftermath of her orgasm left her in a state of warped, rapturous bliss, hyper aware of every inch of her sensitive form.

'Uhhhrwaaaahhhhhhh! Mhnmmmhyaaa... soooooo f-full... oh gods...' Talsyn mentally moaned. Xeritha could feel his tongue around what used to be her femsex. His muscles quivered as the drake butt continued trying to close against Xeritha's girthy, knotted length.

'Ahhhhh... what have you done!? Now... now stuck like this!' Iceclaw complained. 'We're going to be late! Friend kobolds not happy.'

Xeritha, still in a daze from the aftermath of her epic orgasm, softly snickered to his mind. As filthy and humiliating as it felt to be stuck inside a cum-stuffed drake butt, she felt satisfaction knowing that she had, to a limited extent, frustrated the villain's plans.

'Ooof... Fizilrik very unhappy. Much jumping up and down. Oooh lots of curses. Very creative profanity. Many words I don't know.' Iceclaw continued.

'You wanted me to be a big horny dick? Well, that's exactly what you got,' Xeritha taunted. She shifted about inside Talsyn's tailpassage, enjoying the tightness of her spooge-stuffed boyfriend's innards quite a lot more than she wanted to admit. All her senses were drowned by the thick, cloying, overwhelmingly-potent musk of her emissions and the subtler flavors of Talsyn's own taste. The gentle twitching of his muscular tunnel, the tight leathery lips holding in her fully-engorged knot, his pleasured mental sighs drifting through her consciousness; as much as she wanted to be disgusted, as much as she *was* mortified to have *fucked* the living daylights out of him with her whole transformed body, it all just felt sooooooo good! Getting one over on the kobolds and the turncoat drakes was just a cherry on top.

****

Markara the innkeeper was woken from his sleep when he heard one of his beds being destroyed above him.

“What in the nine hells..?" he muttered to himself. Had he dreamt it?

It took him some time to return to consciousness, his exhausted slumber far more thick and sticky than he'd ever felt before. It felt like the sort of sleep that graced him whenever he imbibed an irresponsible amount of alcohol, but the previous evening, he had barely managed to finish a single glass of cider. He'd been so busy preparing his inn for Prince Talsyn and his companions and serving them, so excited by the visit by his renowned guests that he'd almost forgotten to eat- something the portly elf rarely neglected.

Markara was so unnaturally sleepy that he almost fell back asleep despite the chaotic ruckus reverberating through the ceiling. But the bedlam was such he couldn't simply ignore it.

“-rrrrrrgghhaaaaaagh!"

“-rrrghrghrraaaaawrrr!"

Why was he hearing the roar of their drakes..? Why weren't they in the stables? Why on earth would they be inside *his* rooms!? Surely Prince Talsyn wouldn't have them upstairs! There was no way a man of his stature and tact could possibly commit such an egregious breach of etiquette, surely!

“-rrrhhghrrraaaa!"

And yet, the sounds the innkeeper heard... what other explanation could there possibly be?

He had to say something. As much as he wanted to simply ignore whatever was happening, they were destroying his business!

He had to have a word with his guests.

****

Back upstairs, Xeritha was slowly being wrested from the tightness of her lover's tailhole. She had tried to help Iceclaw with the process, but the inside of Talsyn was simply too smooth and slick for her to be of much help. His tailpassage was so snug she could barely move her arms in any case.

'AhhHhh! Gentle! Be... gentle..!' Talsyn moaned.

'Open... your... uh... mouth?' Xeritha panted. She was focusing all her efforts on trying not to find the process arousing.

'I'm trying!' Talsyn replied. 'Your bloody knot is too bloody big! How did you even get inside me!?'

'RrRrrrRgh! You two be quiet! Need focus!' Iceclaw complained, trying yet again to pull his penis free. 'Can't think with dick and ass doing back and forth! Kobolds going chatter-crazy too!'

'Uhnhnnngh!' Xeritha moaned, her knot was massaged by the inside of Talsyn's tight leathery lips as she was pulled backwards against them. She tried to wiggle the fat swollen base of her transformed body to help in the process but it was hard to move the taut muscles there much. And a small part of her still wanted to experience the insane euphoria of orgasm again, stuff that tight hole even more full than it already was...

'MhaaaAaaahaaaa~!' Talsyn cried out, the muscular lips at the center of his merged body straining against the thick, engorged, oblate knot pulled against them from the inside. His tailhole of a mouth was very stretchy, but there were clear limits to their flexibility, limits that his lover's knot sorely tested. And her thick length sliding back and forth inside his tender tunnel filled the butt with delightful sensations...

'Myaahhhhh! Oh-h! Ooooh, m-my butt! I mean, my knot!' Xeritha moaned.

'RAAAAHR! Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up!' Iceclaw mentally roared. The white drake's strain was evident in his psychic cries as he continued working to extricate his cock from the other drake's tailpassage.

The arguing, pulling, pushing, moaning, and mewling continued for another ten chaotic minutes as the drakes and their new parts struggled to un-knot the cockified Xeritha with assified Talsyn.

Finally, Xeritha and Talsyn managed to relax enough and Iceclaw and Loralux managed to pull hard enough that...

*SSHHHLLLLRRRRRPK!*

Finally, finally the drow-cock felt her knot wrench past the tightness of the tail-hole, and the rest of her body swiftly followed from the slick orifice.

“Uhhhwaaaaaaaahhhh!" Xeritha groaned, her half-erect body shivering as she was withdrawn from the spooge-stuffed confines of her lover's tailpassage. Iceclaw's cum dripped from every inch of her shaftlike body, drizzling to the floor in long sticky stringy strands. Her freed arms dangled below her, weak and numb and drooling with sliminess.

“Erhrpprk-!" Prince Talsyn sputtered, his mouth gaped from the knot that had just pulled free from his lips. The drake-ass shuddered, several mouthfuls of Xeritha's load spewing from the tailhole in the center of his face before his wrinkled leathery lips finally winked shut. He squinted his eyes closed and shook, scaly cheeks clenching around his face from the strain of having his lover's knot taken out of him after such an abnormally short tie.

“Finally!" one of the kobolds exclaimed. “Iceclaw! Bad drake!"

“Rrrghwrrghghrrgh!" the drake grumbled in complaint.

“What!?" the kobold spat, incredulous. “I don't care! You shouldn't listen to what your dick says! You're in charge, not her! Now we better get going, before..."

The door to the room creaked open.

Markara the innkeeper strode inside, a magical lantern in hand. Though all present had keen eyes able to see quite well in darkness, the illumination cast through the room made the whole scene quite stark.

The kobolds and drakes spun towards the door. Talsyn, occupying Loralux's rear, was the only one who couldn't see him.

The innkeeper was completely beside himself, unable to reconcile what his eyes were seeing with any semblance of sense. He stared wide-eyed at the drakes, his destroyed bed, the throng of kobolds and the puddles of drake spooge that occupied the room, but his gaze seemed to particularly focus on the cockified form of Xeritha.

The drow-cock burned under the elven innkeepers eyes, extremely conscious of the fact that she was a cum-covered, semi-erect drake penis slung stiff below her own mount's belly. She couldn't meet his eyes, her shameful state was impossible to hide. It felt like a nightmare come to life. She instead fixed her gaze firmly on the floor and tried to pretend she was invisible.

There was a tense series of seconds in which they all stared at one another.

Markara was utterly flabbergast, mouth hanging wide open.

One of the kobolds composed himself, pointing an accusing clawed finger at Markara the innkeeper. “You! You're supposed to be asleep! We put enough sleeping potion in your food to knock out a Xorn!" the gray-robed kobold exclaimed. The way in which he carried himself, the deference the other kobolds seemed to show to him made him out to be their leader.

'Is he in charge of this?' Xeritha mentally questioned her drake.

'That is Fizilrik. He big-powerful servant of Dragon King,' Iceclaw replied to his penis.

“Uh-ah... I didn't eat much. I was really busy!" Markara exclaimed. The chubby elf drew himself up and growled to the assembled dragonkin. “Nevermind that, *what* in all the *heavens* is going on in my inn!?! What... what have you done!?! Why... what is... how... WHAT!?"

“Allow me to explain..." Fizilrik said, taking a slow step forward. His hands were stuffed inside the pockets of his big, baggy gray robe. “HI-YAH!" the kobold alchemist suddenly exclaimed, suddenly flicking a strange glowing vial at Markara.

“GaAAhAAAYyAAAAH!" the innkeeper screamed. Lambent yellow fire, clearly magical in nature, consumed his bedclothes. All his clothing was burnt to ash within seconds, all save his slippers. Those were half-consumed by the fire, the burnt shreds remaining on his feet as he was suddenly and unceremoniously disrobed.

“Loralux, get him! He cannot be allowed to escape!" Fizilrik commanded.

“AAhHhHAAA! Wait, WAIT!!! NO!!!" Markara continued screaming. He spun around to flee but his limbs failed him and he went crashing to the floor. He stumbled up to his knees, just in time for the gold-scaled drake to pounce.

“Wait, no, you can't!" Xeritha pleaded. “He has nothing to do with this! Let him go!"

“Ahhh, I'm afraid we cannot. We simply can't have anyone letting our little ssssecret out before the time is right," Fizilrik said, slowly walking over to where Loralux had Markara pinned to the ground.

'This is your fault, you know.' Iceclaw's words were haughty and all-too-pleased. 'Now you get two boyfriends.'

From her vantage point underneath Iceclaw, Xeritha was forced to watch helplessly as Fizilrik withdrew another flask from his robe, this one filled with some kind of reflective quicksilver concoction. The kobold alchemist carefully rubbed it down the length of Loralux's black, semi-erect drake-cock. When most of the vial was empty, he turned it upside-down just above the crack of the innkeeper's bare butt, letting the strange metallic potion roll down the cleft between the fat elf's smooth buttocks...

“What... what is going on there!?" Talsyn said, his eyes wandering around as Loralux's tail swished back and forth above and over his face. He was jostled up and down as his drake positioned himself, Loralux's powerful clawed paws spreading the innkeeper's legs apart...

Xeritha tried to meet his gaze, but could not summon the words to explain.

She couldn't see much with Loralux's bulky frame in the way, but what she did see seemed only possible through powerful magic. The golden drake's massive black dick pushing down between the innkeeper's buttcheeks, spearing past them, somehow anally penetrating the much smaller elf with ease.

Prince Talsyn's eyes went wide. “Ahhhhhh!" he moaned, a queer expression on his quivering scaly butt of a face as he felt his drake's pleasure. “L-Loralux! Stop this! Don't do this!"

“RrraaaarGH! RWRR!" The drake gave a triumphant growl as he claimed the innkeeper's ass, heedless of his hindquarters.

“AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEYAAAAAAA!" Markara's scream pierced the room, though it was far from pained.

“Oh no..." Xeritha said softly. A small twitch of sexual arousal ran up through her body even though she found herself repelled by the idea she was actually turned on by what was transpiring. “Please! Fizilrik, there must be some other way! Don't do this!!!"

“Quiet. This is your fault, you big dumb horny dick," the kobold chided, not even bothering to look her way.

The drow-cock glowered at him, stewing with rage. HER fault? “Please! If you were so bloody smart, you would have taken more care with your planning, you pathetic little guttersnipe!"

*SHK!* *SHLK!* *SLK!* *SHK!* *SHLK!*

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! AHhhhHHh!"

The sound of Loralux taking the innkeeper's ass was a duet of sloppy slapping thrusts mixed with the man's strained cries. His voice slowly drifted from shock and suffering to sultry moans as he was pounded into the floor. The wood creaked under the drake's powerful thrusting, until Loralux tied his knot with the chubby elf's rear end with a wet squelching sound.

“GhrRRRAAAAAGH!" Loralux roar, shuddering as he climaxed hard and deep inside the hapless innkeeper.

“AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH!" Markara hoarsely screamed.

“EhhrwaaaaaahhhhGHnGH!" Talsyn moaned, the drake-butt quivering and tensing in the strangest fashion as he felt his host's orgasm and evidently shared a great deal in the pleasure. His eyes were wildly twitching and his puckermouth squeezed tight with his tongue sticking from it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Markara continued to scream.

“Okay, this simply will not do!" Fizilrik said. The kobold alchemist circled around in front of the mounted elf and spritzed him in the face with a small spray bottle. “Breathe! Breathe! Sleep! Sleep!"

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhHhhHhhnnngh... hhhrngh... ahhhhhh.... ahh? Ahhhhk... ahh..." Markara's screaming turned to confused cries, swiftly evaporating into sniffles. Within a scant few seconds he was soundly asleep.

Loralux slowly rose, the pudgy sleeping elf firmly impaled upon his huge knotted cock. Right before Xeritha's astounded eyes, the drake's slit slooooowly stretched open to accept the elf's body inside. Loralux shuddered as the weight of the rather fat elf sunk into his groin, leaving his genital area massively swollen.

“Alright! We better get this show on the road. I'm almost out of transformation potions, and I'd rather not have to resort to silencing witnesses the old fashioned way," the kobold said, chuckling.

****

Inside Cloudstreak's slit, Lane wasn't aware of anything that had transpired. It was difficult to worry about things. Just being in his current state filled him with a low-grade buzz of pleasurable, comfortable, stimulating relaxation. The moist warmth of the dark wyvern-slit, the gentle hug of its flesh walls around his sensitive form... it was so easy to simply let his thoughts drift into breezy, aimless, almost meditative reverie. He wondered what was going on inside the inn but knew that there was nothing he could really do in any case.

'What is taking them so long... they should have been done by now.' Cloudstreak complained, shifting about.

'Maybe they were caught?' Lane ventured. Somehow it didn't seem likely.

After some time, Cloudstreak had gotten bored of waiting and started walking about, eventually discovering a stash of cider barrels in the back of the stables. The wyvern cracked one open with his sharp teeth and guzzled down the whole thing. Lane felt a pleasant buzzing tingle slowly fill him as they both got a bit drunk.

'Mmmm... a little old but still quite good,' Cloudstreak said to Lane after he finished his drink. 'I bet you'll like it when you get your turn to taste it.'

'Cloudstreak... you pervert!' Lane replied back, his psychic voice half-scornful, half-playful. Part of him still hated how his wyvern would constantly tease him, and half of him was starting to secretly enjoy the affectionate mocking of his cockified condition. He knew just how satisfying it would be to pee for his mount in the near future.

It was a little while longer before the others came into the stable.

'Ahhh.. our friends! And they have friends now, too~' Cloudstreak said.

'Cloudstreak... they were changed?' Lane asked his mount.

'Oh yes,' the wyvern replied, with a sense of satisfaction in his voice. 'They are all joined together as we are.'

The elf-cock felt a pulse of plumping arousal as he contemplated his wyvern's words. The barrier between his thoughts and Cloudstreak's senses and feelings was much weaker than when they first bonded. He could sort of sense whatever his drake was experiencing, albeit in very vague and distant shades of thought and sensation. He knew Fizilrik had accomplished his mission. He could sense four drakes and a bunch of kobolds as they came into the stables, and somehow knew that they were saddling up.

'Alright, finally time to go. Guess there was some kind of delay changing them,' Cloudstreak said without further elaboration.

The group of them set out from the stables and into the mountain pass.

At first, Lane was only aware of the gentle jostling motion of his wyvern's movements. Walking was a little awkward for Cloudstreak under the best of circumstances. Wyverns were built for flight, after all. Descending down the mountain pass wasn't too bad, but after that, they broke off from the road and entered the forest. The terrain there was much more difficult for the wyvern to navigate. It was even more difficult with Lane's weight snug inside his crotch and swaying about a little with every step, but Cloudstreak said that they were going to have to stay with the others on the ground since daybreak was fast approaching and they couldn't risk being seen.

The effort of traveling through the thick woods took much of Cloudstreak's focus. Once or twice, he tripped and would have fallen had he not used his wings to recover balance. He was panting for breath after the first hour of their journey.

Faint echoes of muskiness, not like the scents he naturally gave off himself, somehow drifted into Lane's awareness. Another male-scent, one that he could faintly share through his link to his wyvern's sense of smell. It came to him as if from a dream, strongly imagined rather than directly sensed... but potent enough to perk his curiosity. He had never seen a drake's penis before, but Cloudstreak knew... and therefore he sort of knew as well. Thicker than he was and with bigger, more prominent ridges... as well as a large knot at the base.

While Lane felt very comfortable being jostled about inside his slit, he could sense his wyvern's growing weariness. By the second hour, Cloudstreak was quite worn down.

'Cloudstreak, we should rest. You need a break.' the elf-cock said.

'Rrrk... can't... stop yet. Need to... further,' his wyvern replied.

'You aren't like them, you can't keep up. You need to stop or you're going to hurt yourself.'

'Don't want to hold up the others...' Cloudstreak said.

Lane knew just how much the wyvern wanted, *needed* to be seen as strong, but the thought of his friend, his mount, his host being hurt was simply intolerable.

'Well, what if you *need* to stop? I mean we do need to take a break...' Lane said, focusing his thoughts on the wyvern's bladder. It was quite full from all the cider Cloudstreak had downed while they were waiting, and it was all too easy for the elf-cock to focus his attention on the pent-up pressure inside it...

'L-Lane... wait! Not... yet..!' Cloudstreak weakly protested, stopping in his tracks. He was too tired from the journey to resist his penis as he began to plump up inside his slit.

Lane blinked as his face slid past the lips of his slit, his growing arousal making him grow with enough strength that he didn't need to pull himself out. The elfcock twitched from side to side as more of his erecting length emerged from his warm, musky home. The air in the night was cool against his oleaginous form fresh from Cloudstreak's slit.

From his place beneath his wyvern's legs, he could make out a golden-scaled drake climbing over a large fallen tree, rear raised up as he clambered over it. Two kobolds were riding atop the golden drake, who hardly seemed to notice their weight. The muscular dragonkin didn't look tired in the slightest from the journey, his stride steady and energetic. His steps did wobble slightly however, as if he was carrying a weight much greater than the pair of kobolds on his saddle.

The elf-cock recognized the gold-scaled drake as Prince Talsyn's war-drake, Loralux. And that meant that the eyes on the back of the drake's stocky butt belonged to no other than the prince himself...

Prince Talsyn had a dazed, sleepy look in his eyes as he was carried along by his drake. His pink-black pucker of a mouth glistened slightly in the moonlight with translucent, off-white stickiness.

“Rrark!" Cloudstreak chirped, drawing the attention of the two kobolds riding Loralux.

The kobolds noticed the wyvern and his exposed penis, and yipped ahead to the others. Lane recognized that one of them was Fizilrik by his huge gray robe. After a burst of hissing conversation in draconic, Cloudstreak translated their words.

'There is a clearing up ahead... we're going to take... a break there. Satisfied?' Cloudstreak said, attempting to sound annoyed.

'I will be,' Lane replied. He could see right through his wyvern's feigned annoyance and knew that Cloudstreak was secretly quite happy to have a chance to rest.

The burst of conversation from the kobolds made Loralux's rear end awaken from his reverie, eyes opening and fixing upon Lane's swaying form.

“Who... who are you!?" Prince Talsyn hoarsely whispered.

“Uh..." Lane found it hard to focus on the drake-butt speaking to him. Not only was the whole situation incredibly weird and embarrassing for the both of them, he was vigorously swaying about as Cloudstreak climbed over the fallen tree Loralux had just traversed. The elf-cock actually had to help push his girth up over the tree, as his wyvern couldn't quite lift his semi-soft shaft of a shape high enough.

“That is- ngh... I'm a wyvern rider. Was, a wyvern rider. I served under your brother, Prince Neimoor."

'Hm, and now you serve under me.' Cloudstreak said, giving a short, sharp bark of a laugh.

Prince Talsyn had a pensive look on his face. “I see," he began, pausing to swallow drake-cum drool from his tailhole of a mouth. “So..."

“Y-yeah... that is, uh, to say... Prince Neimoor is, uh... l-like you. With Zeryon," Lane said.

“What!?!" the drake-ass exclaimed. “You can't be serious! T-this is what happened to my brother!? Are you sure!?"

“Oh, yeah. I'm sure. Trust me... I..." Lane began, shivering as he recalled the exacting carnal knowledge he had of Prince Neimoor's new form. He'd seen him, kissed him, been *inside* him, stuffed him with Cloudstreak's *cum*...

“This is worse than I thought, and I thought it was pretty bad already." Prince Talsyn said, flexing his drake's tail across the top of his rear like a man rubbing his forehead. “Please, sir knight; what more do you know?"

“I don't know if I should..." Lane said, looking up at Cloudstreak.

“Rrhrk." Cloudstreak chuffed. 'I don't care. Tell him whatever you want. He won't be able to do anything but swallow cocks and lay eggs.'

Prince Talsyn looked at him expectantly.

Lane was momentarily taken aback. He couldn't help but feel the stirrings of lust as he looked at the drake's exposed tailhole, Prince Talsyn's eyes giving it a very come-hither look. The smooth scaly curves of the drake's backside drew his gaze right towards the succulent tailhole that made up his mouth...

“Okay, so..." Lane began, pushing those feelings away and taking in a breath. “The long and the short of it is, the dragon king, the one dragon who wasn't killed in ages past by your ancestors, is behind everything. He developed some kind of... incredibly weird magical spell that inverts the soul-bond that binds us with dragonkind, and instead physically and spiritually bonds *us* with *them*. I think it doesn't matter exactly how it is done for the spell to work but they seem to really get a kick out of turning us into their sexual parts... Apparently, it's part of some attempt to breed more dragonkin, but I guess it isn't working yet? I mean, they're going to do this to the rest of your family and make them lay eggs for the rest of their days basically, while turning the rest of us into dicks to breed you."

Prince Talsyn blinked. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then thought the better of it. He pursed his puckered lips, looking around as he was carried along.

Lane covered his mouth as a small twitch behind his sack reminded him of his growing need to pee. Thankfully, it seemed they had made it into the clearing.

“Wrrk..." 'Ahhhh...' Cloudstreak sighed as he settled down onto his rear, legs splaying out and leaving his penis-partner standing above his crotch at an angle.

The elf-cock looked around at the other drakes as they too sat down to rest. Their giant penises and quadrupedal limbs meant they had to lay down on their sides. They were spread out all around the edges of the forest clearing with the kobolds milling about in the middle.

'Ooh... I know them! These are Prince Talsyn's companions, aren't they!' Lane silently spoke to Cloudstreak through their mental link.

“Krrhkrk!" Cloudstreak chirped. 'Yes, they are! Look at them; aren't they cute like this?'

Lane rubbed his face with disbelief. 'Cute' wasn't quite how he would put it! He recognized the three famous faces even though they were stretched out into pointy drake penis-tips and in various states of beleaguered distress. All three of them reeked of male drake musk, their skin faintly glistening with the pungent sexual juices their bodies now produced.

Werthak the gnoll occupied a furry sheath that looked quite odd hanging below his drake's scaly crotch; he seemed the least bothered of the three. He looked confused, experimentally flexing his shaft of a body up from the grass in self-stimulation. His drake, Sirroco, was trying to ignore his cock's constant twitching movements and drink from a large flask a kobold was holding for him.

Xeritha, Prince Talsyn's girlfriend, was resting against her drake's pale blue belly and staring up at the stars. She held her crossed arms against what passed for her chest as if covering up the breasts she no longer had. Iceclaw was staring up at the night sky along with her, and gave her knot gentle strokes with his tail every so often.

Zakhir the wizard looked the most uncomfortable, scowling as he kept his eyes pointed fixed on the grassy ground below. He hung out awkwardly from his mount's genital slit at an angle, as if trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the dragonkin he was permanently attached to. Lane couldn't help but notice the gigantic cockring secured around his base, which shimmered with a faint magical aura. His drake, Emerald, looked like he was trying to ignore his pouting penis, but the green-scaled dragonkin stole glances down at his cockified partner between sips of water, evidently bothered to some degree by Zakhir's mood.

Lane could no longer see Prince Talsyn, because his drake was lying down on all fours with his tail splayed out behind him. With the golden drake's thick tail covering his face, it was impossible to tell that he was even there. Lane wondered how much control the prince had over the drake's tail, seeing as how it was a pretty important part of the scaly butt he had become. Maybe Prince Talsyn let it cover his face because he simply didn't want to be seen by his companions in his current state?

Lane shivered slightly in the cool night as two kobolds with water flasks approached Cloudstreak, staring at him all the while. Cloudstreak accepted a drink from one of them, lazily stretching his neck down to sip the water without moving the rest of his body. The kobold holding the flask made eye contact with Lane the whole time. Lane the wyvern-cock held himself utterly still and tried not to notice the kobold's intensely curious stare. He felt so shamefully exposed! Part of him wanted to shrink right back down into his slit, but the need to urinate was still tingling through his body.

'Hey... Cloudstreak... can we go, uh, take care of things?' Lane asked, after the kobolds had finally wandered away.

'What, you mean, go pee?' the wyvern replied. 'Ahhhhh tiiiiired... just gonna... have to go here.'

'What!?' Lane blurted, blushing. 'Right-right out in the open!? I can't do that! I couldn't do that before I was your penis!'

'Well if we really need to go, I think it'll happen... otherwise it'll be another few hours before we can rest.' Cloudstreak said to his penis.

'Oooohhhhh!' Lane had become a lot more comfortable with the whole matter of pissing over the last day, but this... this-! Urinating in private with Cloudstreak was one thing; doing it right in front of famous adventurers was completely different! Even if they, too, happened to be cocks...

Lane shivered a little as he stared at the other draconic dicks. It was so embarrassing to be on display like he was, knowing they were all going to see him do... what he was about to do. But those urgent needy tickles and tingles were growing stronger by the second. He craved the sweet sensation of relief he knew was just within reach, knew that all it would take to experience it was to relax and let it happen. The cider Cloudstreak had drunk earlier *needed* to leave the wyvern's bladder, and there was only one way it could...

'Come on, Cloudstreak. Please. Pleeeeeease...' Lane begged.

'Heh, you don't have to go in front of everybody. Just wait until we're back on our feet, and you can pee while we're walking. Might be a little messy, but I don't really care,' Cloudstreak said. “Rrwk." He chirped.

'Ewww! No!' the elf-cock said.

'Aww... you can't be that afraid of a little back-splash. You were a lot dirtier than that earlier. Heh.' “Rhhr-rrrkk." the wyvern made a gruff laughing noise.

'Y-yeah, but-but that was under water! I don't wanna be filthy all night!' Lane protested. A part of him wondered if it would really be *so* bad. Being slimy and musky was starting to feel kind of natural, and his slitfluids would clean him up anyway...

Lane was torn. He really didn't want to be seen taking a piss, not in front of all these others, but he really, really wanted to pee again. He could feel the relaxation of his sitting owner, the tension slowly seeping from the drake's muscles. The two of them were still a bit tipsy from all the cider Cloudstreak drank, and it made it hard to resist the urge to simply relax the feeling around the wyvern's groin where their bodies met and let it happen...

Cloudstreak, sensing Lane's desire, flexed the muscles around his bladder. A sharp series of tickly pulses ran up Lane from his base all the way into his mouth. He resisted the call for a moment, but the urge to pee made him shiver. Lane shut his eyes and fought against the sparks of urgent need...

'Rrrhk... come on, let's just go. You think they don't know you pee? Of course they do. You're a penis. You pee. And I bet that cider will taste as good going out as it did coming in...' Cloudstreak said to his cock, gently gyrating about in his sitting position.

“Mmmh..." Lane moaned. His internal plumbing gurgled, the floodgates behind him beginning to open. “MmmpftssshhhHHh-!"

The elfcock felt the liquid warmth surge though his body as the inevitable occurred. At the last moment, he accepted what needed to happen and opened his mouth, letting the potent stream spew from his lips. Lane could taste the acidic sweetness of the cider, mixed in with the strong flavors of salty, musky urine bitterness that he was slowly becoming accustomed to. The taste wasn't as clean as peeing water, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. Actually, the frothing sour-sweet tang of the cider-pee was kind of... kind of good.

“*-PshhShssShshShshsSHHhsssSssShSssshhHSsss-*"

What was entirely pleasant, however, was the sweet bliss of relief that pissing brought, the sensation of pure and pristine joy that came from the dirty act. Lane shivered, holding his hands together and flexing his fingers between one another as he blinked his eyes open and tried to ignore the people who were surely staring at him. He instead focused on his own stream, feeling the pressurized jet of drake urine spewing from him as it sprayed up into the air and staring at it as it rained down on the grassy clearing a good distance away.

“*PrrsSsshhHShhhhhhSHhhhhhh-!*" All the cider Cloudstreak swallowed made his piss-stream quite strong, their bladder almost as stuffed as when the drake had deliberately punished him. He tried to look away from the others, but couldn't help but notice that everyone else in the clearing had more or less stopped what they were doing to watch him pee.

“Rrrkaaw!" Cloudstreak chirped, taking in slow and steady breaths as he enjoyed the sweet feeling of release. 'Ahhhhhh... good penis. Look at how far you can go~'

Lane shivered with delight, eyes trembling as wave after wave of sweet relief cascaded through his pissing form. The spray of drake urine from his mouth temporarily turned into a shaky shower as he shivered, joined by warm, burning waves of embarrassment.

“Woooah! So far!" a kobold commented.

“He looks like he likses it!" another said.

“Ahhhhhh! EWWWWWW!" Zakhir exclaimed, staring at Lane with wide-eyed horror. “D-don't tell me we're going to have to do *that*!!!"

“Well... how else would it work?" Xeritha said, pointedly facing her eyes away from Lane.

Wethak the gnoll stared straight-on at him with a queer look on his face. “OooOooO... I thinks... I might need to..." the gnoll-cock paused to swallow. “Gonna... gonna haveta..."

“Rrrhrghh." Sirroco, his drake, growled. The sand-scaled drake rolled himself up onto all fours and swiftly trotted to the edge of the clearing off to the right of where Lane and Cloudstreak were pissing, in front of a large oak tree. Sirroco turned to the side and raised his left leg and tail, swinging his gnoll-cock up at an angle so that Werthak was pointed right at its base.

A strange look of scrunched concentration came over Werthak's face. The gnoll opened his mouth and spit out a sticky-slimy loogie. He started to spit another when something else entirely came over him and he suddenly jerked upwards, a blast of drake piss erupting from his mouth and splattering all over the tree.

Xeritha felt a tickling shiver run through Iceclaw and all the way through her shaftlike body as the two of them watched Werthak piss Sirroco's urine from his mouth. Watching the other merged pair brought to mind their own considerable need to urinate. Iceclaw joined Sirroco next to the tree, shivering slightly as he slung his right hindleg up to point his drow-cock at the same place on the trunk where Werthak's stream was splattering.

“Ahhh... this feels so weird... Iceclaw... ahhhhnnhnhn..." the transformed drow moaned, squeezing herself and blinking away the few droplets of drake urine that ricocheted off the tree from Werthak's pissing to land on her face.

The drow-cock frowned a little as the tickle of need became more and more urgent. Pulsating shivers ran up and down her body as her hands went from her midsection to her face and back again, unsure what to do with them as the tingles and tickles built further. Her mind wandered back towards earlier in the day when Iceclaw had been bent over the water trough outside the stables, eagerly quenching his thirst... sloppily lapping up gulp after gulp of sweet water...

“*Cough*... hmmmnrgh..." Xeritha twitched, her eyes scrunched up, and then shivered powerfully as a coughing, violent spray of drake piss exploded from her mouth. “*HrrpRLKSSHH! ShhhhHHhHHHhrSSSSHHSHSHHSHS-!*" The drow-cock blinked rapidly, her mouth opened wide to admit the outgoing torrent of faintly yellow urine.

“*Ghrmmrlkghlllrshhhh-!*" Lane moaned, the oddest erotic shiver sweeping through him as he watched Xeritha begin to piss. Something about her flustered expression, her wandering eyes, the way she didn't know what to do with her hands as she became a vessel for expelling drake urine really turned him on. The fact she was every bit as much of a cock as he was, yet still undeniably feminine was weirdly erotic and confusing.

Emerald slowly rose up, shaking himself and stretching out his limbs before slowly sauntering over to the tree his fellow drakes were thoroughly marking with their urine.

“Noooo no no..." Zakhir protested, writhing about under his owner like an angry snake as Emerald took position next to Iceclaw. He looked over at his pissing comrades with an expression equal parts shock and horror.

“*SSSSSSShhHHSHHHHSSHHHhhHSHRHHSHHSHSHSH-*" Werthak was staring straight at his own stream, transfixed by the steady stream erupting from his mouth.

“*ShShshShSHSHshSHshSHsshHSSSSSS-*" Xeritha glanced back at Zakhir with an embarrassed look. She had pursed her lips together and was pissing in a more even, focused and controlled fashion than the gnoll.

“Rrrrghgh..." the green drake rumbled, a devious and excited smile on his muzzle. He raised his right hind leg and pointed his penis at the tree his cockified companions were blasting with pee.

“Oh, no! No, this is a bridge too far! Emerald, I... you can't! I refuse to! I... HmMmflk-!" Zakhir sputtered, bringing his hands to his mouth and shutting his eyes as a shiver ran through him.

“Rrrghhrrrrgh!" Emerald growled, his tail swaying as he repositioned himself before again lifting his right hind leg and pointing his protesting penis at the tree.

Zakhir's protests turned into wet gargles as the flow of drake piss surged into his mouth. The urine erupted from his lips in a shuddering, random spray as his continued attempts to talk interrupted the pressurized flow coming from his drake's bladder.

“Grrlllghhsssttgggllltttgrhrlthhhooorrrgrlpppppssssssh-!*" he tried to call out, his best effort at saying 'stop!' to Emerald. When his lips closed to make the 'p' it temporarily interrupted the stream of urine coming from his mouth and sent a backblast of drake urine up and against his cockhead of a face.

“Rrrghghgr..!" Emerald voiced, shivering with pleasure from the vibrating pleasure of his pissing penis-person trying to talk while urinating.

Zakhir shook from side to side as a powerful sensation of relief made him shiver, the strange pressure from his needy mount finding sweet release through his changed body. “*-sShhHShrhrhSrrhhpppshrSHrrPprhshrpppppSssshhrrrr-!*" He almost tried to voice another complaint, protest against the vast indignity of being forced to urinate as his own drake's penis... but the urgent need to loose the liquid stream from his mouth was simply too strong. He closed his eyes in shame and simply let it happen, let the urine flow through him in shaky spurts.

“*-psrShhhrHHsrhhrhhhhhhhsSSssshhhshshhHShshhh-*" To his left, Xeritha continued to pee for her drake, staring at the stream of urine coming from her mouth in a thick fountain with a sort of curiosity.

“*-SshhHHHhsShhhhhHHShhhhHShhhhhSHhhhhrhhhhhRshhh-*" To his right, Werthak had his lips locked in an 'O' shape, spewing his drake's pee in a pressurized stream that implied he was trying to force it out as best he could.

“*Pssshsshrshhhssshhppsshhh-*" Lane winced a little as he looked around, both aghast and excited by the sight of three other merged penises all pissing with him. It was an incredibly weird feeling; he wasn't sure at all how it made him feel. Part of him was horrified that the stalwart adventurers were succumbing to the same fate as him... but part of him was undeniably excited, heartened by the fact that he wasn't the only one who was intimately joined with their draconic mounts.

“*-shp-shlp-shlp-shp-sh-srp-slk...*" As the last of Cloudstreak's urine dripped from Lane's mouth he rubbed his face and covered it partially with his hands, still feeling very ashamed by being seen enjoying urinating. A little bit of foamy sweetness clung to the insides of his mouth from the cider-fueled stream, which he swished around before swallowing.

“*Shhhrp-shrp-shrp-shlp-shp-shrp-shp...*" Werthak was the next to finish. The gnoll held his tongue out and licked his lips, a dazed and dreamy look on his eyes as Sirroco gave him a few final shakes then took him away from the tree. Urine was still dribbling from his mouth as the drake returned to the tamped-down grass where he had been resting, turning around in a circle before lying back down. His gnoll cock gingerly rubbed his face and tried to brush away the errant backsplash that had gotten on him. Sirroco had a big contented grin on his muzzle.

“*Shhrp-shrp-shrp-shp-shp-shp... shp... shp... ShhShrp-shrp-shrp... shp... shp... Shrrp... shp... Shrp... shrp...*" Xeritah took longer to finish, a few weaker pulses of pee coming out of her after her stream stopped. Her face was reddened with embarrassment as Iceclaw slung her back around. The white drake leaned down, sweeping his tongue across her lips to wipe away the wetness. Then he slowly sauntered back towards his resting place, a sly smile on his face.

“*pPsShrSHPRSHHPPPRSLRpSrlpshhhs-pPShhhrrrp-PSspsHpshpssssh-*" Zakhir was still sort of trying to fight against the powerful liquid surging from his mouth, twisting his head from side to side and making his urine jet unsteady. The ground below the tree the three of them had marked was a soggy mess by this point, having absorbed gallons of fresh drake urine.

“Uhhngh... *Shhrp!* Haah! *Psshhhh!* Oh! *PlrkSsshhh*!" Zakhir alternated between moaning and spurting drake piss as his mount finished urinating through him. He continued spitting long after the stream was over, his eyes scrunched up and his mouth twisted with disgust.

“Rragh hahg rahhr!" Emerald rumbled with laughter, sheer delight in his expression.

“Aww, did that feel good boy? I bet it did!" Fizilrik, the kobold alchemist said to Emerald as he approached the drake.

“You'll pay for this! You'll all pay!" Zakhir shouted from between his mount's hind legs.

“Bwahahahaha! I don't think so. You all had no compunctions about all of us being soul-bound to you, how does your comeuppance feel? Pretty good, huh?" Fizilrik taunted. “Here, you want to get the taste out of your mouth?"

The kobold alchemist got closer and Emerald obligingly stood up on his hindlegs to expose his semi-erect, cockified rider. Fizilrik took a water flask from out of his robe and unscrewed the lid, then began pouring water down on Zakhir's cocktip of a face from above.

“Gah!" Zakhir exclaimed, shivering as the cold water poured down on his head. His semi-erect form visibly shrank. “You little bastard!"

Zakhir lurched forward, grasping hold of Fizilrik's baggy robe and shaking the kobold with all the strength his shrunken, shriveled arms could manage.

“Hahahaha!" Fizilrik laughed as he was lightly jostled. He grabbed hold of Zakhir's hands and easily forced them to his sides. “You belong to him now. Fight it... accept it... it doesn't really matter."

“Rhrhrhrhrrr..." Emerald rumbled in laughter, a small shiver running through his body as his cock was held by the kobold.

“Hehehe, you see? You feel? I wouldn't worry. I think after a few days of breeding you'll be very comfortable with things." Fizilrik said. The kobold squeezed Zakhir's hands against his midsection, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of the drake-cock.

“Hngh..." Zakhir groaned, a gentle throbbing twitch rolling up through his shaft.

“Now then..." the kobold alchemist began, turning around and stroking the side of Zakhir's face with his tail as he did. “We've rested long enough. We have to get underground before first light or things might get messy. Lord Sartharon would be displeased."

Just then, a queer look came over Emerald's muzzle. The drake took an unsteady breath, his teased cock quivering and plumping with arousal. Fizilrik was caught off-guard as the green drake suddenly took a step forward and his cockified rider surged forward, wrapping his arms around the kobold's neck and planting a wet kiss on the back of the kobold's scaly head.

“H-hey! Quit it, we've got to-" Fizilrik said, spinning around to chide the drake and his cock. Unfortunately for the kobold, this put the tip of his muzzle right in range of another hot and heavy kiss from Emerald's drooling penis.

“Mpfhngh-!" the kobold moaned as his mouth was suddenly flooded by a spurt from Zakhir's slit-lips. He tried to wrestle the horny drake-dick away, but while he was strong enough to overpower the cockified mage when it was just the dick's weak little arms it was a different matter entirely when said penis was being thrust forward by a drake's strength.

“Rrrrrghwhrrr..." Emerald rumbled, pushing his hardening drakehood against the kobold as he fell back onto all fours. The mass of his half-human erection was more than enough to bowl Fizilrik over, sending the kobold crashing to the ground.

Zakhir laughed as his meaty form slapped against the kobold, bouncing off Fizilrik with a wet thwack. His drake shivered and a smile rolled across his muzzle, and he began to grind his horny half-human cock against Fizilrik, pinning the kobold against the grass.

“Your ass might be too small for me... but mmmm... your scales feel good..." Zakhir murmured, nuzzling and licking Fizilrik's snout with his speartip shaped face. Pre-cum drooled in copious quantities from the half-human drake-dick as he was rolled back and forth by his mount against the kobold's robe-clad body.

“Ghrhhrrr!" Emerald growled with lust as he began to thrust Zakhir more forcefully, before pulling him back and pointing him lower...

...low enough that Zakhir managed to shove himself under the loose folds of the kobold's robe. The drake's next thrust brought the cockified mage inside the baggy robe, which had enough room inside for the both of him. Much to Zakhir's delight he discovered that Fizilrik wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

“Yiiip-yip-yip-yrk!" Fizilrik had completely lost his composure by this point, breaking into high-pitched yips as his body was forcefully frotted by a dripping drake-dick as big as he was.

His fellow kobolds watched this happen with detached amusement, sniggering to themselves and not making a move to assist him, but Xeritha and Iceclaw were watching this happen with great interest.

'That little kobold is way too big for his britches. He deserves this, treating us like beasts.' Xeritha said to Iceclaw, twitching the muscles in her shaft of a body to stimulate his thoughts. 'That's why you dragonkin rebelled in the first place, isn't it? That utter lack of respect, that demeaning treatment from the Clouded Kingdom. Why don't we give him something to think about on our journey, hmm?'

“Rrrgh, rrrwr..." Iceclaw rumbled, looking down at his penis as he thought things over. 'Hmmm... Fizilrik not like this I think. But... methinks I might owe you little bit of fun. He say lots of mean things while you knotted up in princebutt. Not repeat them for lady's sake, but very mean to you and me.'

Iceclaw circled around behind Fizilrik, his drow-dick hardening and throbbing with each step...

Fizilrik was quite slimy with Zakhir's pre-cum by this point. He tried to shimmy backwards away from the heated pulsing body of his transformation victim, but just when he'd nearly managed to slip away...

...his head bumped into another hot, rigid, moist shape. He looked up and behind just in time to see that Iceclaw and his cock were behind him...

Just in time for Iceclaw to drop the weight of his drow-dick right down on his muzzle.

“YrhK!" Fizilrik gasped as the blow fell.

“How's this for big, dumb, horny dicks?" Xeritha said, her and her drake both grinning as Iceclaw joined his fellow drake in the frottage. She grabbed hold of Fizilrik with one arm and Zakhir with the other to steady Iceclaw's thrusting, her musky drool joining Zakhir's and quickly making their movement very slick and slippery.

The two drakes and their dicks were so enjoying their frotting that neither noticed Werthak and Sirroco moving to join them...

...except the pair seemed to have something very different than revenge in mind.

Sirroco maneuvered himself not near Fizilrik (not that there was any room left on top of the kobold with two huge drake-dicks thrusting him into the ground) but instead behind Emerald. He reared up on his hindlegs as he closed the distance, his gnoll-cock becoming fully erect from his furry sheathe and slapping against Emerald's scaly ass.

“Rghhwhrr?" Emerald made a surprised growl as the other drake rapidly mounted him, pushing his gnoll-penis under his tail and slapping him against Emerald's unprotected ass. His forepaws trembled as he took on Sirroco's weight. Underneath Fizilrik's robe, his cock gave a gurgling muffled moan.

Sirroco wrestled himself forward on Emerald's back, driving Werthak face-first into the broad scaly cleft of Emerald's butt. Werthak spread his hands out and grabbed hold of Emerald's cheeks, pushing his face-tip right into Emerald's tailhole and giving it a sloppy kiss.

“RhRWhWHrGHRrR!" Emerald roared, hindlegs twitching as he was pushed lower. In turn, his dick was pushed even harder against Fizilrik. Sirroco started actively humping him, driving his haunches back and forth and squishing Werthak's muzzle against his hole over and over...

...until quite suddenly his smooth tapered face squished past Emerald's pucker, followed by most of his head. Sirroco made a loud, ecstatic growl and thrust harder, slowly squeezing more and more of his gnoll-cock into the other drake's tailpassage...

“*Ghrlk!* *Splrk-khk!*" Zakhir throbbed as he felt Emerald's ass being penetrated by Werthak, his former companion thoroughly filling his drake's butt. Even though it wasn't directly stimulating his cockified form, the feeling of the gnoll-cock pushing hard and deep into Emerald's scaly ass filled the drake-cock with pounding, throbbing waves of pure ecstasy.

Lane watched all this happening with swiftly-soaring arousal of his own. He couldn't believe how the drakes seemed to be complying with the wishes of their merged riders, their ears deaf to the kobold's pleas for mercy. Between the three of them, they were driving Fizilrik into a shallow furrow their frotting had carved into the ground. The other kobolds had gathered around the drakes in a loose circle, half of them sniggering and giggling with amusement and the other half slowly stroking their own erections. Only Cloudstreak and Loralux were away from the group.

“What are they... how-how can they be..." the elf-cock stammered to Cloudstreak.

'Ahhh... drakes are kind of simple-minded creatures. Absent some kind of clear chain of command or pressing matter, they can easily be led around by their cocks.' the wyvern said, clearly convinced of the superiority of his own lineage. 'We wyverns have far better self-control...'

“Uh... Cloudstreak?" Lane said.

'You see, while drakes are strong and tough, wyverns are built for swiftness and speed. We can't fight with their tenacity, but this has forced us to develop more clever strategies depending upon situational awareness and quickly seizing upon opportunities. It's a completely different way of life, one that...' Cloudstreak continued.

“Cloudstreak. Cloudstreak, look..." Lane continued, arousal pulsing through his shaftlike body.

The wyvern turned to see what his elf-cock was focused upon and saw that Loralux had risen up off the ground. The gold-scaled drake was staring at the orgy, his tail excitedly swaying up and behind him and his hindclaws flexing in and out of the soft ground underfoot. Prince Talsyn's eyes, set in the back of the drake's butt, were slowly blinking as the transformed elf flicked his tongue in and out of his mouth-pucker.

'Oh,' Cloudstreak said to Lane, his own gaze locking on to the drake's aroused ass.

'He sure looks lonely, doesn't he? Lonely... and horny. All his friends are busy. But we aren't...' Lane mused to his wyvern.

'Maybe. Uh... yeah. Yes.' Cloudstreak replied. The wyvern licked his lips as lustful thoughts flowed back and forth between him and his cock. The two could imagine, in extremely vivid detail, just how good Talsyn's leathery lips would feel wrapped around Lane. Sucking his hard throbbing length. Swallowing him, and his cum, deep down...

Loralux was far from oblivious to the wyvern and wyvern-cock oggling his rear. The drake turned his head towards the two and slowly flicked out his tongue, licking the tip of his snout. He perked up his tail higher, wiggling his scaly backside in their direction.

“KrrrRrr... kyaaaa?" Cloudstreak chirped. The wyvern stared hard at the drake, who returned his gaze with a pointed look of his own.

“Rrrrrgrrrrr..." Loralux rumbled in reply.

Lane felt felt the heat of Cloudstreak's arousal flooding into him. It wasn't like earlier in the day, the sweetness of sexual intimacy when it was just the two of them together. No; this heat was sultry and intense, a wildfire of sexual need blazing inside his cockified mind and body. The primal, bestial, draconic *need* to *fuck*, to claim another, to ravish and ram with all his being. To release the roiling liquid fire that churned inside his sack nice and deep inside a warm tight hole...

Cloudstreak was fast on his feet, pushing himself up off the ground with the help of his wings.

As they were approaching, Loralux's cock slid from his slit. It was much bigger and wiggled far more than a normal drake-dick...

“Uhhhhnh!" groaned a very surprised person as his face was pushed from Loralux's slit with a wet slurping sound. “Whaaat... what's going ooooooon?" the mystery penis-person moaned, grunting as more and more of his transformed body sloppily slid from the drakes genital pouch. His upper-half was mostly transformed, the head and torso of a thick, pale-skinned elf.

Lane was entirely focused on Loralux's exposed ass, his eyes zeroing in on Prince Talsyn and his tight tailhole of a mouth. He was fascinated by the way the drake's shiny golden butt scales transitioned into leathery black-pink mottled flesh around Talsyn's mouth. But a part of him took a deviant delight in knowing that Loralux's cock was going to be experiencing his first orgasm as a drake-cock thanks to him and Cloudstreak...

Cloudstreak practically flew the rest of the distance to Loralux, leaping over the wet grass he and Lane had just urinated upon with a single flap of his mighty wings. Lane stared into Prince Talsyn's eyes the whole time, drinking in the transformed royal's expression. There were flickers of hesitation and fear, but overwhelmingly his look was one drenched in hungry lust.

Lane shivered as Cloudstreak brought him closer and closer, tingling with heated electric erection. He helped heave up Loralux's golden tail, hugging it as Cloudstreak pushed his slick sensitive flesh against the strong scaled appendage. The drake's muscular rear was so much more stocky and built compared to the wyvern-butt he'd last been inside. Nonetheless, the pale leathery wrinkled orifice he was focused upon looked soooo tight and inviting, so ready to take him in.

Cloudstreak slid his throbbing body lower, until he was face to face with the transformed tailhole. “H-hey there," Lane breathed to Prince Talsyn as the drake-butt quivered before him, tense with eager anticipation.

Sort of.

“Oh no, not again..!" Prince Talsyn cried out, his eyes trembling and his puckery mouth twitching as Lane's face nearly touched his. The prospect of imminent penetration had brought his reservations to the fore, it seemed. Talsyn's twisted features were torn between lust and horror as Lane was thrust close to his entrance, visibly trying to fend off his drake's urges.

“S-sorry... *phwah*... you... you're just too damn sexy. Cloudstreak... Cloudstreak and I... we need to *fuck* you. *Plrk!*" Lane said, between spits of pre-cum. He rolled his hands back and forth across his smooth speartip of a head, lubing himself up with his own pre.

“Brave sir knight, we must resist! Whatever they have done to us, whatever form they twist us into we cannot s-MrLkK!"

Prince Talsyn's speech was cut short when Lane stuffed one of his pre-slickened hands right into the prince's mouth-pucker.

“I know... I know..." Lane murmured, eyes lidding with pleasure as he felt the drake-ass's tight leathery hole clench around his fist.

Talsyn's eyes blinked and watered as his mouth-hole squeezed around the wyvern-cock's fist. He looked at Lane with a plaintive expression, almost begging.

“Rrrghrrrrr..." Loralux growled, shivering with delight as his tailhole was teased by Lane the wyvern-cock.

“Kryaaaaah..." Cloudstreak chirped. 'Ohhhhh he is *tight*,' he whispered to his penis.

“I know this... *phlk* is really weird. I've only been a cock for two days and it feels- *spltk*- like it's been ages. But... you are just the hottest assssss*splk*! And... I'm a dick. And-*ptah!* you... you and I are made for each other," Lane sputtered, spitting up a constant stream of thick salty drool.

The elf-cock pulled his fist free from Prince Talsyn's tight tailhole of a mouth, bringing it up to what remained of his nose and taking a long whiff of the drake butt's natural musk. The intoxicating aroma was seasoned by the sharp, strong aroma of drake cum.

Lane throbbed. “Mmmmm..." he moaned, letting Cloudstreak's pre drool down his face. “You've taken a dick before. Earlier this evening. So you know how good this is gonna feel. I'm going to fuck you- *ghlk*- just like I fucked your brother, and you're gonna looove it..."

'Rghrr, L-Lane...' Cloudstreak mentally moaned. 'Naughty penissss~'

“Ahhhhngh... oh, ohhhhhh..." Prince Talsyn moaned, mouth-hole quivering. His cheeks flexed and clenched, smooshing his facial features up. The reluctance in his eyes had been banished.

Lane and Cloudstreak were synchronized in their shared desire. Directed by his horny drooling dick, the wyvern pushed Lane's face-tip against the circular lips of Loralux's elf-butt. Lane gave Talsyn a wet kiss right on his tailhole-mouth, which the scaly ass returned with his own hot tongue...

A heavy throb of arousal made the elf-cock twitch as he tasted the ripe musk of Talsyn's tailhole. He flexed his face closer, nuzzling the velvet-soft leather of the living orifice. Lane felt so hot and so hard, so eager to push past that puckered portal. He needed to be used like the big horny wyvern-dick he was. The elf-cock was so erect it was hard to move much, but he positioned his tip right against the yielding flesh of Talsyn's tail-hole...

'Ooooh, yes, yes!' Cloudstreak moaned, shuffling closer to Loralux. The wyvern leaned his long neck forward and began kissing Loralux as he pushed his elven penis against the drake's entrance...

Lane shivered with delight as he was slid forward, his smooth slick face squeezing just inside the taut circular folds of the living tail-hole. Talsyn gave his head a wet suck as his mouth was penetrated, mentally moaning from the feeling of his sensitive entrance being breached. Cloudstreak slowly pushed him in deeper. Inch by searing inch, the wyvern-cock felt his rigid, throbbing body sink into the succulent snugness of Prince Talsyn the drakebutt.

'Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh~' Lane's mental voice was gushing with pleasure. The feeling of a warm, willing ass swallowing him up was pure ecstasy. The physical sensation of penetration was pleasure itself, the mental satisfaction of *fucking* the bigger, stronger male divine.

'OhhHHhh yYeeEEsssSS!' a strange but familiar mental voice echoed through Lane's mind. It sounded like Prince Talsyn! But whereas Cloudstreak's mental communication was clear and direct, this voice came to him as if from a distance. It was like talking to someone in another room. Could they hear each other somehow..?

'Uhhnnnghh... wait... I can hear you. I can hear you? Prince T-Talsyn?' Lane stammered. It was hard to focus his thoughts while being thrust into a nice tight hole. Most of his thoughts were occupied with just how good it felt to burrow deep into the slick snug tailhole.

“MMmmmhhhmmmgh!" Talsyn tried to say something, his leathery lips vibrating around the wyvern-cock stuffing them full.

'OhhHHhhHH! Y-you're... you're going into me! I can... I can see your body sliding into my m-mouth...' Talsyn said mentally, uncomfortable acknowledging the fact his mouth was now also Loralux's tailhole.

Lane blinked as his face slid deeper and deeper into the clenching tunnel of smooth pinkish-red flesh that made up the inside of Loralux's ass. It was surprisingly slick, lubricated by a slimy translucent-white stew of natural juices and cum from another cock. Lane added his precum to the mix. He continued being thrust into the velvety muscular tailpassage until it curved upward and his face was smooshed right into a wall of taut flesh. Behind that, he felt the firm lobes of the drake's prostate. The transformed elven knight knew from experience just how sensitive the other male's prostate gland would be. As soon as he felt it, he wiggled and flexed his cockified form so that his throbbing face would push directly into it...

His efforts got immediate results. The tailhole he was inside clenched *hard*, hugging all around his sensitive shaft of a body. The pleasure was blinding, mind-blowing. It was impossible for Lane to think of anything other than ramming his cockified self into that tender spot harder and faster.

Cloudstreak mentally hissed and growled from the delightful sensations. His thoughts were syrup-thick gushes of praise for his talented penis. When the crushing squeeze around his elf-cock began to relax he pulled Lane backwards until just his head remained buried in the other draconic male's ass, then forcefully thrust him back inside.

Again and again, over and over, Lane was pushed in and out of Loralux's tight tailhole, throbbing and gushing as he was squeezed into the slick clenching depths. He and Cloudstreak wordlessly harmonized their motions, building into a beautiful rhythm of butt-fucking bliss.

'Oh! AHhhh! AHHHHH! Ohhhh... ahhhhh! AHHHHnhngh! Haaah... HHNNGH! AHHHH! Ooooooh! Mwaaaaaaaaah!' Prince Talsyn's mental cries were metaphorical music to his ears. Every time his cocktip of a face collided with his lover's prostate, he could hear the shocked cries of the drake-butt's pleasure and feel the delicious squeezing of the tailpassage around him. It drove the wyvern-cock into a frenzy, knowing that he was the one responsible for the transformed prince's impassioned screams.

Loralux the drake was barely more coherent. The proud and mighty drake hissed, growled and groaned with ecstasy as his sensitive living ass was fucked hard by Cloudstreak's huge elf-cock. It was so strange feeling his butt's independent thoughts and movements, forcing up their tail and stretching to accommodate the hard, hot draconic erection plowing open their tailhole.

'WhaAaaTs hAappeNniNG!?!' the transformed innkeeper cried out across their mental link. The words, groans and moans of the drake and the drake's butt were a confusing tumult in his thoughts. The feelings surging into him were even stranger. Mighty throbbing wrenched his stiff body up and down, slapping his slick, transforming body up against the drake's belly. Intense, pounding waves of sickeningly-strong pleasure slammed into him as he was forced to feel every bit of sexual stimulation from the drake's ass.

Inside the sweltering stew of thoughts and emotions that joined Prince Talsyn, Loralux and Markara, the unfortunate innkeeper was swept up like a dingy in a hurricane. Hanging below the golden drake's belly, the sexually merged elf stiffly shook up and down as his owner's ass was forcefully fucked. He barely noticed the waves of transformation reshaping his body to serve as a drake's cock. When he had first escaped from the slit and into the clearing, only his backside and legs had been merged with Loralux's genitals. But as the drake was fucked by the wyvern behind them, the rest of his torso was slowly claimed by the changes, the skin turning into smooth, hot, bloated black flesh. Musky, salty saliva welled up in the back of his throat and drooled from his lips as his hair fluttered to the grass below, and the very shape of his body was forged into a ridged cylinder of aroused draconic maleness.

'Ohgodsabove...' Markara mentally wheezed, waves of bizarre pleasure cascading all throughout his stiff, pulsing form. Every time his drake's prostate was hammered, another twitch of raw pleasure shot through his transforming body. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to cry out in aching ecstasy, but his words were drowned out in another sputtering torrent of pre-cum that covered his tongue. He blinked his watering eyes open as he coughed slimy stands of the slick fluid, shivering at the taste of his own delicious musk. His head was pounding with building, cascading pleasure, his mind assaulted by Prince Talsyn's ecstatic cries. He rubbed his throbbing head in his hands as the the bizarre, overwhelming erotic stimulation coursed through his transforming body, feeling his face as it stretched out into the tapered point of a drake's penis.

Cloudstreak and Loralux fast approached a glorious crescendo to their copulation. Their peaks were preternatural in pleasure, the experience heightened to hedonistic heavens by the participation of their merged partners.

The drake taking the wyvern's cock under his tail was the first to cum.

“MMmmHHhnnnghhh! MMMMMHHHH!!!" Prince Talsyn the drake-ass moaned, tears of ecstasy pouring from his eyes and down the muscled cheeks of his mount's rump as he sucked and swallowed on his cockified lover's slick, swollen girth. The transformed elven prince still felt pangs of humiliation and regret over the fact that he had been turned into his own mount's butt and fucked raw by a giant draconic penis, but that pain paled before the sheer pleasure of it all. He loved having his sensitive tunnel stuffed full by a mighty wyvern-dick, loved the sharp electric pulses of joy coming from his sensitive prostate, loved the smell and taste of salty, musky draconic male-sex gushing. His watering eyes twitched as Loralux's tail twitched above them as he felt Lane's throbbing form fuck him over and over, smacking straight into his prostate with every thrust...

The ultra-sensitive sex organ occupied the same mental space, the same nexus of sensation that was once his penis. But the giant drake prostate that formed the innermost core of his merged body felt completely different in nature. Each time the wyvern-cock spread his tailpassage open and speared into his prostate, the feeling was a lightning strike of raw pleasure, as strange as it was strong. His natural sexual desires had become warped since his transformation into a giant scaly butt. He craved the sensation of being fucked, filled, spurted into. Prince Talsyn's mind screamed from the euphoric sensation that radiated from it as those twisted desires were gloriously fulfilled, every muscle inside his drake-butt of a body twitching and tensing until an epic anal orgasm came over him.

'OOoOOAAAAAAAAAhHHAAAHAHAAAAAAA~!!!'

“HnR-HRGH-HA-ah..! HAHNgh..." Markara shuddered, raw sexual pleasure arcing up and down his cockifying form. He felt every hammer-blow of the wyvern's cock against their shared prostate, but when Prince Talsyn actually orgasmed, the feeling was a slow-motion explosion of euphoric stimulation. He hugged his elbows with his hands so hard his fingers went numb, all thought in his mind blotted out by the strange, all-consuming ecstasy. His whole body *twitched*, the churning sack that used to be his feet *clenched*, and...

“*HrGhsSPLLllLLrRRTKkKktK!!!*" the cockified innkeeper came. He didn't really understand what was happening to him, as hot, thick, sticky stuff blew straight through his body and out his mouth at high velocity. But it felt soooooo good, the pleasure of an orgasm but magnified tenfold by the fact it wracked the whole of his body.

“*SPppPLrkRPRtkK!* *SsSPltKkTah!* *KsSspPplrrktKTK!*" He kept cumming and cumming, orgasmic twitches making him bounce up and down against his drake's belly with each shot. His vision was mostly blotted out by the sheer intensity of his climax, but he could still make out the geysers of white goo as he was forced to blow them out of his mouth. The horrified innkeeper only really realized then, tasting the sharp, meaty-musky bitterness of semen, that he had been turned into a drake's penis. But as awful as that revelation was, cumming felt so very, very, very good!

Lane, however, had no idea of Markara's plight, buried as he was deep inside Loralux's taut, quivering ass. He only knew that the waves of squeezing tension that wrapped the muscular tailpassage around his throbbing body were everything a cock could dream of. Shivers of euphoric sexual pleasure traveled up and down his penile form as Prince Talsyn's orgasming ass-body milked him for all he was worth, Cloudstreak barely able to move him in and out of the slick squeezing tightness...

'Yeeeeees~!'

'Yeeeeees~!'

Lane and Cloudstreak cried out together, in perfect harmony.

Unlike Markara, the transformed elf-cock knew what was happening when he started to cum, but that did little to detract from the pleasure. Cumming as his wyvern's cock, becoming a living conduit for raw liquid ecstasy felt so good, he couldn't even wrap his thoughts around the matter. All he could do was succumb to the process, let the involuntary pulsing twitches of his cockified body roll though him in wave after glorious wave. His balls clenched *hard*. It was time! A lust-drunk grin formed on Lane's face as he closed his eyes and felt himself quake inside the snug confines of Loralux's tailhole, throbbing, boiling, twitching...

“*KahHhslpP-P-PtSSsSPplLRTK!!!*" The orgasm shot through him. With a mighty twitch, Lane blasted a massive spurt of wyvern-spooge from his mouth. Cloudstreak's thrusting became shaky and desultory, then froze, holding him firmly in place.

“*SlGlpRtTK!* *SspPPlrrSlkTkK!*" Two more gigantic eruptions of wyvern cum came from Lane's lips, utterly soaking the inside of Loralux's tailpassage with sticky, gooey heat.

Lane would have been more than happy to continue cumming inside that delightfully-tight tailhole for the rest of eternity, slithering around in a sea of his own sperm, but Cloudstreak had other plans. The wyvern swiftly withdrew himself, pulling Lane out of the hot tight musky drakebutt with a wet pop.

He zeroed in on Prince Talsyn's face as his erupting form was freed from Loralux's tailpassage. The transformed prince's expression was utterly defeated, drenched in wanton lust from being fucked so good and hard in his mouth-hole. A fat strand of wyvern cum linked the lips of cock and ass together momentarily, breaking and falling down against the scaly taint below the drake's butt. Talsyn's watering eyes looked upon the cock who had just spooged inside him with need, with hunger; his tailhole-mouth flexed open and his tongue hung from it, begging for more of Lane's load...

“*KrrSPRLrtKLK*!" Lane obliged, another orgasmic twitch rocking his cockified form as he blew a huge spurt of Cloudstreak's semen right against the ass-prince's open mouth.

“AahmmrwaaHhhH!" Talsyn moaned, the randy rear-end licking and sucking the hot spooge from his face as it was struck by the off-white load.

“*SPLRT!* *SPRLRK!* *SsPLrkK!* *K-SPlKTkT!*" Lane continued spurting, lances of his wyvern's potent cum shooting from his mouth and completely coating Prince Talsyn with his sticky essence. Even though he was starting to come to terms with the awesome, overwhelming, all-consuming ecstasy that came with cumming as a wyvern's cock, Lane was still shocked by just how *much* he could cum. Even after filling the drake's rather roomy rear-end with the beginning of his orgasm, he ejaculated more than enough seed during the back half to paint the whole exterior of Loralux's ass in a thick coating of wyvern sperm. Some of the shots struck the base of the drake's raised tail, one sailed past it, and two hit Loralux's stocky thighs, but the vast majority of his spurts smacked right into the elven face merged into his mount's ass.

'Awwhhrrrlk... oh yes, yes. Good penis. Very good penis. Best penis~' Cloudstreak purred to his elf-cock, supremely satisfied. The wyvern leaned on Loralux's backside for support, gently rubbing Lane's spurting face-tip against the drake's cum-covered asscheeks until his penis was finally spent.

Lane, slowly drooling the last of his wyvern's load from his lips, gazed upon his handiwork with perverse pride. He had plastered Loralux's butt with so much cum, only Prince Talsyn's tongue was left visible, sticking out of the dripping mess as he continued trying to lap it up.

Underneath Loralux's belly, Markara the innkeeper was slowly recovering from his own orgasm and just beginning to come to terms with the impossible fact he had been transformed into a drake penis.

“Whah... what now... whaht... ehngk... *Ghltk*... HnnGhgh-" Markara coughed, a strange shiver traveling up through his stiff body. Somewhere in the very back of his body he felt a strong ticklish feeling. It was kind of like an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. A pressure, like from a tensed muscle that demanded relief. As the ecstasy of orgasm dissipated, the strange tickle continued to build. His rigid body shivered again, the feeling passed some ineffable point of no return, and liquid heat surged through his shaft of a body...

He shivered powerfully, the surge of warmth finding egress in his mouth. “-*GgghnnnghlpP-PaHhpphkprltksHHHHHsSSHSHSHHHSHHHHHHH!*" The changed elven innkeeper stared wide-eyed at the powerful stream of drake urine blasting from his mouth. Another shiver made his spewing body shake from side to side, sending the steady stream of piss crashing against the back of his drake's forelimbs.

Loralux grumbled as the shivering of his pissing penis sprayed hot urine on his forepaws and tried to lift his right hindleg to turn Markara to the side, but with the weight of a war-wyvern on his rump, he only managed to angle his penis far enough that the strong stream of urine went right into the back of his right forelimb.

Cloudstreak pulled back from Loralux as the drake emptied his bladder, giving the other male the space to lift his leg and direct his pee onto the grass. Lane listened to the juicy patter of their partner's pissing with a hint of jealousy. A weird part of him sort of wished he still had some liquid in his own bladder. He wondered what kind of expression Prince Talsyn would make if he was stuck by a stream of wyvern urine...

'Ooohooho, naaaaaughty penis~' Cloudstreak said, sensing the perverted fantasy brewing in his elf-cock.

On the other side of the clearing, the other three drakes were rutting with wild abandon... as were the kobolds. As Lane luxuriated in the blissful aftermath of orgasm, he lazily turned his eyes in their direction, smiling with lust-drunk satisfaction at the sight. He couldn't see much of Fizilrik underneath the mass of the muscled dragonkin dominating the kobold with their dicks but he could hear his desperate cries.

“Yiiip-yip-yip-YIP!!!" Fizilrik didn't seem to be begging for mercy anymore. If anything the kobold's yips were seared by lust.

“*Ghhssptk...* Mmmmmh! G-Gahhhhnk... *Sprtk!*" Xeritha moaned, the drow-cock quivering and gushing precum onto the kobold's soggy robes as she rubbed her twitching body across the rough fabric.

“GhhWrrrGHRrR!" Her drake, Iceclaw, gutturally growled. The white drake alternated between pushing his cockified rider across the kobold's whole body and squatting up and down to slap his drooling erection against Fizilrik.

Zakhir was squeezed between the kobold's scales and his sopping-wet robe, slickly sliding back and forth by his drake's thrusting. With Emerald, his drake, being fucked hard in the tailhole by Sirroco, that thrusting was shaky but very vigorous. He was spurting so much precum from the delightful sensations that his voice was nothing but gurgling coughs.

The other kobolds were having some fun of their own. Two of them were fucking their kin in the ass as they basked in the drake's mighty display of sexual prowess. The other three were lined up together and stroking each other's tapered penises.

Lane couldn't see Werthak at all. But he could hear the wet slapping squishing of the gnoll-cock's knot as he was rapidly driven in and out of Emerald's tailpassage. His drake, Sirroco, was panting and growling as he drove his cockified rider hard, fast and deep into Emerald's tailhole. He pushed down on the green drake's hindquarters and tried to knot his gnoll-cock into the other drake's ass, but was already starting to orgasm.

“GhhrrraaAAAAAGH!" Sirroco roared, his furry ballsack twitching as his gnoll-cock began to unload into Emerald's tight hole. His thrusting turned wild and erratic, his swollen knot slapping wetly against the green drake's scaly butt as it inflated.

Zakhir twitched heavily, thunderbolts of pure sexual stimulation coursing through him as the prostate he shared with his drake was struck by pulse after pulse of cum from his friend's orgasm. He clutched Fizilrik in a death-grip as he was battered back and forth between the kobold and his fellow drake-cock, fingers shaking and shaftlike body throbbing from the feeling of being creamed in the ass surged through him and Emerald.

“Pahhh... phhr.... phhhnlk.... *Pkrplshrrkkplllt!*" He vocalized, his words devolving into an impossibly lewd sequence of cumshots as he was driven into a massive orgasm by Werthak cumming into his mount's ass. The sheer power of the stimulation, the raw orgasmic ecstasy of being a drake-cock while his host-master-lover was fucked raw, while he was frotting against another hard juicy cock, it was, was... was..-!!!

White-hot lightning bolts of raw pleasure wracked the whole of Zakhir's cockified form as he erupted like a volcano, Emerald's essence surging through his shaft and shooting from his mouth with the force of a ballista.

“*Klprk!* Hnnngh..! *KssLllprtk!*"

Suddenly a wave of thick, sticky heat blossomed across the top of the kobold's robe, squishing through the fabric. Xeritha was cumming too, spewing Iceclaw's seed all over him-!

*SLPRRRK!*

*PsssPRLTK!*

*SPrRLTK!*

*SLRPtKKSP!*

Xeritha and Zakhir ejaculated together, their gushes an exceedingly-lewd duet of gooey spurting!

Though they were twitching wildly from the force of their ejaculations, both drake-dicks held themselves against Fizilrik as best they could to ensure most of their release hit the kobold. But while Xeritha's cum sprayed all over his robed body, Zakhir was held right in place by Fizilrik's robe. Every spurt that erupted from his mouth shot up through the collar of the kobold's robe and slapped the underside of his muzzle. The spectacle was arousing enough that all of the other kobolds started cumming, spraying their comparatively-small loads up into the air and into their partner's tailholes.

“YiIiIIIi-*GLhKkkh!*" Fizilrik's yipping moans devolved into gurgling coughs as he was pounded by twin torrents of drake cum from Zakhir and Xeritha. He writhed against the hard, spurting cockified adventurers, trying to push his muzzle away from the geysers of spooge to gasp for breath and swallowing a massive amount of cum in the process. His arms splayed wide and away, his fingers twitched and the kobold convulsed orgasmically in the soggy pit he'd been trampled into.

Lane smirked, cummy drool drizzling from his mouth as he watched Fizilrik climax from the cum-bath the two giant drake penises had blown onto him. It was almost as hot of a sight as the relaxed quivering of Prince Talsyn, who was still gently twitching from how hard and good the wyvern-cock had fucked him.

'Ahhhhh... looks like Fizilrik liked it, hehe. Mmmh, I bet it would be fun to have a few kobolds give you a rub-down...' Cloudstreak mentally whispered to his penis.

'Oooh, maybe~' Lane replied. The mental image of two small scaly bodies hugging and kissing him was a rather pleasant one, even though his lust was very satisfied at the moment.

Gradually, the three drakes slowed their thrusting and grew still, panting heavily as they recovered from their orgasms.

Sirroco pulled Werthak out of Emerald's hole, which twitched and gushed a small sticky stream of drake semen from the huge load packed inside it. The gnoll cock was utterly soaked in his own emissions, the furry sheathe around his base and ballsack matted down and sticky with seed. The sand-scaled drake made a frustrated growl and sat down with his hindlegs spread, getting to work on cleaning the sticky fur of his altered genitals with his tongue.

With the other drake off his back, Emerald pulled away from Fizilrik. His still-erect cock was caught on the kobold's robe and he accidentally pulled Fizilrik up with his penis. Emerald shook his cock from side to side until the kobold slid off it, falling right back into the pool of cum he had been fucked into.

Zakhir's eyes lidded as he hung between his mount's hindlegs, utterly spent. The cockified mage was dripping with drake cum, both his own and that of Xeritha. Emerald's anal orgasm had drained every drop from their nutsack out through him, and he was already starting to soften and pull up into his drake's genital slit thanks to the exhausting experience.

Xeritha and Iceclaw were the last to leave. Iceclaw smacked his drow-cock down onto Fizilrik one last time, temporarily submerging the kobold alchemist in the cum-pool before walking towards Sirroco and Werthak. He could see how much trouble his companion was having cleaning his new sheathe and contributed his tongue, slurping it into the hard-to-reach spots under Sirroco's now-external ballsack.

No longer oppressed by the penises he had helped created, Fizilrik slowly stumbled to his feet- or rather, tried to. His first attempt ended with him slipping in the slick pool of cum surrounding him, falling back into it with a thick wet splash. The other kobolds burst into riotous yipping laughter. Some of the kobolds were laughing so hard they fell to the ground clutching their bellies, tears poured from their eyes.

The kobold alchemist, completely coated in off-white spooge, silently crawled out of the cum puddle and shakily rose to his feet. His robe was completely covered in a drippy sticky coating of drake semen, weighing it down and staining the gray fabric almost black.

“It's time to head out," he croaked, with as much dignity as a kobold who had nearly drowned in cum from his own transformation victims could muster. Which was very, very little.

'I can't wait to get back home; I'm pretty tired.' Cloudstreak said to his penis, as they watched the others mount back up on the drakes.

The process took some time as they were all still recovering from the impromptu orgy. The kobolds riding Loralux, which included Fizilrik, were having trouble getting onto the gold drake. They seemed to keep slipping.

Lane and Cloudstreak both laughed when they realized what the issue was. Apparently one of Lane's cumshots had missed the gold drake's butt and landed on the saddle, making it slick and slippery. Fizilrik, already soaked in drake cum, slid around on the saddle almost frictionlessly. When the gold drake actually started moving, he had to hold onto the reins for dear life. Loralux snickered roughly, though he didn't try to make it any harder for Fizilrik.

The column of drakes began moving out, Iceclaw at the front and Loralux at the rear. This gave Lane a nice view of Loralux's butt, though the drake's tail mostly covered the princely pucker below it. He could also see the bottom of the gold drake's sagging penis, the strange elf Lane didn't know. Having completed the cockification process, the newcomer's face was no longer quite so chubby, but it did form a broader arrow-point than the others. Lane briefly considered talking to the stranger, but he was pointing away from Lane and sagging, already starting to slide back into his new home.

Lane tried to catch Talsyn's gaze again. Now that he had cum and his mind was free from the sweltering fog of horniness, he had many questions for the prince. Talsyn probably knew far more about the ancient curse and its recent twisting, information that might prove invaluable in some future effort to reverse their perverted transformations, but Loralux's tail was in the way most of the time, and when he could see Prince Talsyn, the drake-butt looked exhausted and his mouth was still completely stuffed up with Lane's load.

Lane relaxed, softening as Cloudstreak's awkward, ambling gait made his hanging body rock back and forth. He yawned. After a few more minutes of marching, he was starting to feel sleepy, slowly shrinking and pulling back into the warm moist comfort of his mount's slit.

The transformed knight yawned again, arms drooping as he was sucked in up to his elbows, and then shrank still further until only his head was poking from the leathery lips of his new home. Finally, he relaxed and shrank enough that his head was pulled inward, back into the musky darkness of Cloudstreak's genital pouch. The elf-cock gently shivered with secret delight as he returned to the safety and comfort of Cloudstreak's slit.

'Mmm... goodnight, Lane. Sleep well.' Cloudstreak said, his mental voice suffused with warmth and love.

'Goodnight, Cloudstreak.' Lane replied back.

It had been a very long day for the elf-cock. Inside the cozy, snug, musky warmth of his wyvern's slit, the outside world practically disappeared. Even knowing that they weren't yet back at the dragon's lair, he drifted off to sleep without the slightest touch of concern, knowing that Cloudstreak would see them safely home.