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When Mico had been invited to a lake party with a few of his friends from college he wasn't quite sure what to expect; the one that had invited him had remained cryptic about the entire thing other than the destination was a rather large cabin owned by their mutual friend Jake's parents. While he trusted Antonio it was hard to believe that four guys would just want to hang out at a cabin all weekend without anyone else, at least until he saw the copious amounts of alcohol being loaded into the van that belonged to Zach, all of which was procured by the oldest of the group that they all just called Tank due to his rather stocky build.

"So it's just three days of drinking and video games between the five of us?" Mico asked once everyone was in the van driving up to the woods where the cabin was located. "No chicks?"

"Nah, we tried to bring them up once and by the end of the first day they were more annoying then they were worth," Tank explained while he turned back from the passenger side. "Since this is your first time up joining us I know that probably seems strange, but we have ourselves a little tradition that we have had for the last few years going up to this place. Trust me when I say that you will appreciate what sort of event we have up there once we explain everything."

After the cryptic hint the rest of the car ride was spent not talking about what the plan was when they got there. Instead the conversation was turned towards things like college classes, games that had been played recently, and things of that nature. When the talking died down they merely listened to music for the rest of he drive with no one letting Mico know anything about what was about to happen. Even though it all seemed good-natured he continued to squirm a bit from being left in the dark as the sky outside turned to night.

By the time the group got up there the moon had already risen above the forest and shone down on the lake and cabin that they pulled up on. There was still no indicator to Mico on what the special events that they were talking about were, just told to help bring in the liquor and other supplies. The others smirked at each other before they had made their made into the building with him being the last one to go inside. When he got inside however it became clear on what the secret was to their event once he had gotten through the door.

They were all there to play games for the week.

It wasn't just some typical set-up, Mico realized when he looked at the table that was out for them. Aside from the intricate models and dice that were out they also had a number of models of landscape, castles, and other such fantasy settings. There was also a number of tablets that were set out that they appeared to use as character sheets and for other things, though they might have also been part of the set-up for the television that had a game playing on it already. When Mico looked back at the others they were all laughing as they put down the alcohol and snacks at the kitchen.

"So you guys are all here to be nerds?" Mico asked.

"Look, we all have images to uphold at college," Antonio replied as he set down a huge box full of snacks. "Tank has the football thing, Zach is working with the frat, and while I'm sure it wouldn't be the end of the world if they found out what we like to do in our down time we would rather just keep things on the down low. We have brought others here before but we really want you to be the first to sort of join our official game on a more regular basis."

While Mico was unsure of how to take the invitation he suddenly found himself with a beer in his hand that was handed to him by his friend. He was told to relax and sit out the first round if he wanted, or if he wanted to dive right in they could make a character for him and get him started right away. "You might want to see about getting in this session," Jake stated as he went over to the gaming table and set something down on top of it, Mico looking at the stone box that had all manner of glyphs and pictures of dragons. "I got an entire session around this thing."

"What the hell is that?" Tank asked.

"Just something that my parents picked up," Jake replied with a smirk as he patted the top of the box. "Some sort of souvenir or something from their trip."

As the others began to move onto the living room and chat about what the game was going to be all about Mico just grinned and shook his head before going over to the setup. It was such an elaborate bunch of props and as he picked up one of the larger pieces his attention went to the box. There was something strange about the etchings and reliefs that were in the sides of the box and it made him wonder where Jake's parents had gotten it from. At first he thought that perhaps it was actually just a prop that his friend was setting a story up about as he took a finger and ran it down one of the dragon etchings in particular.

Suddenly Mico jumped as he felt a static shock in his finger that caused him to pull back. It didn't dawn on him how strange it was that he got such a jolt from something that was made out of stone, but before he could think about it he was called over by the others to bring his drink and play a video game. He grabbed his cup and made his way over without taking a look back at the box. Had he glanced back he might have noticed that the etching he had touched glowed slightly, or that the container had opened ever so slightly...

A few hours passed and eventually Mico found himself getting up from the living room couch, staggering slightly after having lost another game and had finished his drink because of it. He had to excuse himself to refill his cup but in reality he needed to get some fresh air after starting to feel a little dizzy. Likely due to the combination of both the excessive drinking and focusing so hard on the screen, he thought to himself as he went past the kitchen and out the door into the back area.

The cool air was immediately refreshing as the sound of crickets chirping greeted him when he stepped outside. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself even as the world continued to spin around him, though it felt different then his usual drunken feeling while he took in a deep breath. As he looked out at the lake it felt like he was staring at an alien landscape for a few moments before he shook his head and tried to focus on steadying himself. The last thing he wanted was for them to think that he was a lightweight or something before he heard a growling sound that caused his eyes to look around in shock.

Though his friends hadn't told him about wolves or anything that were out there it was the middle of the woods, but before he could go back inside he felt a pair of hands push him forward and the door slam shut behind him. Mico managed to stagger forward a few feet but finally lost his balance, eventually hitting the soft grass. He quickly turned onto his back in order to see which one of his friends he was about to scream at only to find that there was nothing there, staring at the closed door with no one around it. The only thing there was the flickering light that eventually went out with a pop that left him in darkness.

But not quite darkness... with the only light coming from the stars above there was something else there that was glowing, an ethereal cloud that was situated at the door he had just been flung out of. It swirled around and as Mico continued to watch in drunken awe he found that it was coalescing into a strange shape. Even in his drunken state he knew what it was turning into as he could see the draconic head emerge from the somewhat serpentine form, the limbs forming into thick paws as the glowing eyes stared straight down at him. Was this part of the game, Mico thought in shock as he found the ghostly dragon hovering right on top of him, and as the muzzle got closer to it he could feel a tingling on his skin as the translucent lips curled into a smirk.

"So... this is the one that has awakened us from our slumber," the ghost said, his voice taking on an ethereal echo that seemed to reverberate in his mind while Mico managed to sit up. "And not alone too, that is good."

"Wh-what are you?" Mico asked, the sight causing him to sober up quite quickly.

"A creature sealed away due to my nature," the ethereal dragon stated as he leaned in even more until he was floating right above him. "But thanks to you we will be free, and that is something that should be celebrated. I think that this place and your friends will do just fine... but we need to get everyone else ready. Luckily your lowered inhibitions and decreased mental faculties will make this much easier for me."

Before Mico could respond his eyes snapped open when he felt his legs get spread open by the ghostly claws, feeling a strength that was nothing like the transperent nature of the creature. The Eastern Dragon body slithered in the air like a snake before the snout of the creature suddenly lowered down towards his groin. In his drunken state his thoughts immediately went to his groin, perhaps this creature was going for that as the idea of being blown by a ghost dragon crossed his thoughts. It turned out the reality was much more bizarre as Mico felt something press up against his rear.

The pants that he wore was not a barrier to the ghostly tongue that slruped its way between the cracks of his cheek. The intial shock of seeing the creature apparate in front of him had quickly been renewed when he could feel the ring of muscle starting to stretch out. Whatever incoporeal state the creature had before was quickly becoming more solid by the second. When his legs kicked out from feeling his anal walls being spread out from the tongue of the creature. Even in his drunken state Mico knew that he probably should run, but as his feet kicked they went inside the body of the dragon and found that not only was it still athereal but also caused his legs to go numb.

As they were about to flop down to his side Mico suddenly found that they hovered in the air, only to realize that glowing tendrils from the spirit creature had caught them. It was a senation that was second to the fact that it still felt like that tongue was pushing into him while also feeling the breath of the dragon's nostrils on his flesh. He was quickly sobering up but as the creature pushed its snout up against his rear he felt less control then when he was in his drunken state. With his legs completely numb there was nothing he could do but bask in the pleasure that was being fed to him even as he began to see his shirt being pushed up and his stomach swelling.

Even with the thought of potentially calling for help crossing his mind he found it being pushed aside, the only thing escaping his mouth was gasps and groans as his hands went to his expanding belly. While he had taken things up there before having a ghost dragon head spreading open his insides was something that he had never experienced before. It was so unusual and yet somehow it was better then anything he had ever taken before, which had caused his pants to tent from it as he continued to writhe on the ground. Suddenly a voice echoed in his mind to just indulge, to enjoy himself and the carnal pleasures that he can induce.

All that escaped in rebuttal from the human was another groan, which became increasingly loud as the dragon ghost was practically thrusting into him. When he was finally able to sit up even with his desire spiking his eyes widened as he saw the creature's entire body wiggling around from his rear like it was some sort of huge tail. He had never felt more full in his entire life back there and to his shock he could practially feel the tongue of the dragon slithering around somewhere in his belly. That feeling was mirrored when his belly once more grew bigger and he saw something swell outwards, his hand covering the flesh that was bulged out while he saw the snout of the creature stretch it.

It appeared clothing was not the only thing that the spirit dragon wasn't restricted by, the creature pushing in deeper then even the drunk human knew was possible. But this thing was a spirit... which as he thought about it Milo could hear a chuckling sound in his mind followed by words that resonated deep within his very soul. "You should feel honored human," the creature said in his mind, Milo gasping at seeing mental images flashing across his thoughts that were not his own. "There would be those that would seek us out for years just to be touched by our presence, not to mention being our sacred vessels."

Mico tried to formulate a response in his mind but as his maleness began to strain against his pants more images poured into his mind; scenes of huge dragons in the throes of debautery with humans and other monsters alike, and even when those that were the cause of such orgies had perished their spirits lived on in order to continue. He was able to see all the way up to when those that were in power were seeking to eliminate such supernatural entities that would engage in such hedonistic persuits... which meant to Milo that these dragons in the chest were locked up for just being incredibly powerful and very horny.

Wait, dragons...

There was more than one locked up in that chest...

Suddenly Mico's back arched and he let out another cry of pleasure as he suddenly felt the creature within him twist around. Though the act caused nothing but pleasure to radiate through his form the outline of the dragon in his own body suddenly became far more clear. His stomach and hips were practically bulging past normal human limits and with his pants being somewhat loose he found his cock pushing them down. When he was able to recover from the surge of pleasure he looked down and saw that the ghostly claws of the dragon that had been holding down his legs the entire time started to push their way under the skin.

Even with his body practically convulsing from the shock of feeling something alien push inside his body there was another surge of sensation that he was becoming increasingly familiar with. It was lust, desire, everything that he had been shown by this spiritual entity while he could continue to see the legs of the dragon push into his own. While it felt like a pressure was growing underneath his skin the creature's essence was flowing easily into him, his body offering little resistance to the possession as the arms of the creature pushed into his shoulders. By this point when he saw the outline of the dragon's snout again it was pushing up between his pectorals while actually seeing the bulky chest of the entity swelling out his sides. But even with the bizarre filling of his body the only thing Mico could focus on was the increasingly lewd images filtering into his mind and how good it felt to be a dragon...

How being a vessel of a dragon was an honor...

...one that came with many benefits.

Another cascading sensation rippled through Mico's arms as he could see the clawed fingers push their way into his forearms, stretching out the skin that hardly contained them as they slithered their way towards his fingers. At this point all the human could do was move his head, but as his pants bulged and he could feel his maleness throbbing the growing spirital pressure finally came to a head... in this case quite literally. His eyes bulged as his neck briefly became reshaped by the head of the dragon, his entire body trembling as his head tilted back. It was the final invasion and his lust softened mind gave little resistance to the alien entity pushing into it, tendrils of pure lust and control weaving around the human host's mind as the jaws and nose of the human briefly pushed out to unnatural lengths along with his tongue.

As the eyes of the human began to glow the hands of the writhing creature had already gone down to his pants, the claw-stretched tips fumbling over the button before finally letting it out. With the elongated tongue still slithering about in the air the possessed hands were free to grip around the swollen cock that had emerged from his fly. Both dragon and human alike were almost stunned by the force of arousal that came from simply squeezing the increasingly sensitized flesh. It didn't take long before the last of the draconic features that had unnaturally pushed out the skull and face of the human settled back in, but one thing that did remain was the bright blue glow in the eyes of the possessed human. Though Mico was still in there his mental fortitude was no match for the ancient creature, especially as his thoughts continued to be inundated with powerful sensations of lust.

The creature that was actually in control of the human's body let out a sigh of relief as the muscles that had been twitching and swelling with the essence inside of it finally settled down. It had been so long since he had possessed someone, that he had been given a mortal form even if it wasn't his old body. As the ancient creature continued to tease his throbbing length he knew that he didn't have time to enjoy himself quite yet as he slowly began to move around. The smirk that had formed on the human's lips disappeared slightly as he looked at his limbs and body, but it quickly came back as he knew that it wouldn't be long before all that changed as well...

The rest of the group had just finished up their last game while blissfully unaware of the events that had happened just ouside their cabin, turning off the system as Mico came back in. When Tank asked what they wanted to do next they were surprised when it was their newest member that asked if they could try out running the campaign a little bit. While they had all weekened to do so they knew that he was new to the game and an impromptu session would help bring him up to speed. Even in their inebriated state Antonio helped his friend make a dragonborn character named Ralthos before they sat down to show him the ropes.

Since this wasn't an actual session the four continued to drink, and while Mico also did he was much slower and more deliberate with his actions. Even Jake started to slur his words a bit as he explained that they were in a temple that they had been tasked to clear out for the monks that commissioned the task. Though Mico frowned slightly at the description he quickly masked it by asking if they see the chest that was still sitting off to the side. Though he wasn't sure if it was supposed to come out at this point the one running the game nodded his head and grabbed it before putting it back on the table.

Once Jake had let go of the chest, not noticing one of the dragons carved into the side of it began to glow or the chest lid opening slightly, he took a deep breath before he continued on. "So, as you enter into the temple you find that on a pedistal there is a chest, one that has dragons carved into the side of it. The stone lid remains sealed... wait, how did it get open?"

"Because I think it knows that it's in the presence of one of his draconic ancestors," Mico replied, though he had insisted as the campaign had continued on he had insisted the others called him Ralthos. "I would like to try and investigate the box in order to figure out how it works."

Jake wasn't quite sure what was going on; between the copious amounts of alcohol that he had drunk and the strange fuzzy sensation in his head made him forget what he had originally planned for the campaign. "Yeah... uh, go ahead," Jake said as he attempted to find his notes on the box. "Make a roll."

"I got a natural twenty," Ralthos replied, his guise starting to slip as he could see wisps of purplse essence starting to seep out and curl around the fingers of Jake. He had already activated the box again just like Mico had when he moved it, and while that hadn't been his original intention the subtle possession of the dungeon master would help things move along much more quickly. "Soo... there is quite the engravings that are around the box, I suppose that shows the draconic influence inside of it."

"Oh... oh yes..." Jake said, not noticing that his fingernails had started to turn purple and lengthen as he thought he saw the notes on the box, though as his eyes glowed with a similar hue there was other information imprinting on his mind. "The chest that Ralthos finds has a number of inscriptions on it along with notes that with a natural twenty you manage to decypher. If all the players in the room put a hand on the box while opening it they will be given the strength of the dragon spirits contained within, which will give everyone a boost to their stats."

As Jake finished reading what he thought were his words and the party began to discuss with itself excitedly on the potential boon he continued to find himself shaking his head. He couldn't remember himself putting that as the boon, in fact as he tried to dig through his own memories he thought that he was using the chest merely as a set piece for his main villain. Yet when he looked down he saw his notes clear as day... though as he brought his hands up he gasped slightly at seeing the skin on the back of his hands was discolored and his nails looked unnaturally sharp and long. It was both a concerning and a comforting sight, but as the human grew increasingly confused he felt his lips slowly turning up into a smirk that wasn't his own.

Something was definitely going on... the usual wit and improvisation that came to him even in an inebriated state had left him, instead his mind was filled only with thoughts of pleasure. Even in his distracted state he could feel something happening to his spine, huffing slightly through widening nostrils as he found himself hunching forward. When he began to panic at the feeling of the changes he heard a voice whisper in his mind to just relax and stare at his kin, which when he looked back up he found Ralthos staring right at him with a similar smile on his face. With the others getting ready to open the chest they failed to notice that the face of the other possessed creature had started to elongate, teeth growing slightly sharper as Ralthos put a finger on his lips to indicate his silence was desired.

Even if Jake had the capacity to say something he couldn't feel his mouth working as he became increasingly aware of his tongue growing. As he watched the others get ready to succumb to the same fate he had accidently stumbled upon his lip twitched as he could feel something push out from just behind his ears. Horns... he was growing horns, and as Ralthos began to move behind the others towards him the possessed human could see that he had pulled down his pants. It had allowed the tail he saw stretching out to wiggle freely in the air as Jake could feel his own tail nub pushing out while the dragon spirit that had slipped into him waited for the real party to begin...

The other three didn't notice Jake's distress or the fact that the one they thought was Milo had taken off his pants, instead they were engrossed in the thought of what potential loot they would get once they opened the box. As Zach put his hands on one of the carvings just like the others did however he happened to catch a glowing light that came out from where he was touching. "Hey Jake... where did you say you got this box again?" Zach asked, turning his head when he didn't get a response only to see the new guy had come up behind him. "Jake?"

As they made eye contact Zach saw a brief look of panic in the eyes of the other man before the iris color shifted. The lips of the human curled up into a smirk as his face pushed out, Zach's eyes widening when he thought he saw what looked like a dragon muzzle pushed briefly out of his mouth. It didn't take long before Jake's face started to emulate the draconic snout as Ralthos came up behind him with his cock already semi-hard. By the time the other man had come behind him and pulled down the possessed creature's pants Zach let out a gasp and looked back at the group to stop them.

Only to see the stone cover fall aside.

As it landed on the table with a dull thud the two possessed dragons watched as the other three gasped as the sides of the box glowed with an unearthly light. Ralthos smirked as he licked his scaly lips as his teeth sharpened while his clawed hands rubbed up the increasingly scaly chest of Jake, or rather Illith as he finally touched his lover for the first time in ages. The other three humans were too preoccupied watching the ghostly creatures that had emerged from the chest swirling around them to notice that the remaining clothing that were on their bodies had tightened to the point of tearing. It was just fine for both of the dragons as their human hosts became more adapted to their forms as Ralthos pushed his maleness into the tailhole of the one in front of him.

While Ralthos began to restart their carnal persuits once more they had a front row seat to the rest of their kin being able to manifest. The two watched with smirks on their increasingly pushed out lips as they watched Tank get confronted by the biggest of their kin, a dragon who loved muscular men as both hosts and as lovers. With the other two still teasing around Zach and Antonio it was Tank that ran first in an attempt to try and leave. The combination of the liquor that still coursed through his system and the machinations of the ghostly dragon the man found himself falling onto the couch, nearly knocking it over as the gleeful dragon spirit practically pounced on top of him.

Just like with what happened to Mico it didn't take much before the spectral cock sank into the rear of the prone man, Tank gasping out in shock as his jeans immediately split along the upper seam from his thighs and hips immediately thickening. Since there was no need for such stealthly possession they were more than eager to take the ones marked by their opening of the chest. Though Tank was still squirming both from pleasure and from the dominant dragon taking him Zach found himself more perplexed and in awe then his other counterparts. Strangely he found himself into the entire situation and as the clawed hands managed to pull of his shirt he could see Zach pinned against the wall by the one attached to him.

"Looks like someone didn't have to be convinced to join us," Ralthos stated, prompting Zach to look over and see the anthro dragon staring right at him while having another one bent over and plowing into his tailhole. "Go ahead, enjoy yourself, you'll all see that we can be so much fun."

Before Zach could say anything in response the ghost dragon pressed against his bare body kissed him deeply, the tongue slithering into his mouth as the muzzle began to merge and transform his lips. As his eyes slowly rolled back into his head the human did notice that there was a glowing dragon tattoo that was on his chest. It was the same as the one that had appeared on the bare thigh of Tank as his swelling cock burst out of his zipper or on the back of Antonio as he was being thrust up agianst the wall. It would be the mark that would carry over when they would eventually transform back into human, the dragons eager to get back out into society to find more that would enjoy their brand of fun... after their week together of course...