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Certain things one rarely expected to be doing in their lives, unless they there were dedicated to it. Climbing the world’s tallest mountains. Exploring the depths of the ocean. Leading a social revolution. Painting an earth-moving masterpiece. Of course, not everything had to be an extraordinary experience to never be done, there were plenty of mundane things one might never do as well, but extraordinary experiences were those ones that were pretty much not even imaginable to do by accident.

Exploring a cavern full of magical artifacts was perhaps not as monumental a moment as some of those list items, but it was still a pretty extraordinary experience.

Torches flared to life overhead, the sudden rush of light making Adam cover his eyes. “Okay, neat trick, but they could stand to be a BIT more gradual after going through such a dark passage,” he muttered as he stepped inside. He stood at a pretty average height and build, with a posture that seemed pretty straight-laced and no-nonsense, close-cut brown hair and matching eyes sharp and stiff.

Behind him came Daryl, his friend and clear counterpart. Smaller than Adam, he was also much more relaxed, laid back and almost in a haze, with messy blond hair covering green eyes. “Yoooo…it’s really true. A whole fuckin’ cave of magic stuff! Bad-ass!”

“I doubted Rudyard was leading us on, he wouldn’t have told me about this if it wasn’t true.” Adam took a look around; the cavern was spacious, but also cluttered with all sorts of odds and ends, objects that ranged from fairly innocuous to obviously tinged with some sort of sorcery or another. All courtesy of another friend, Rudyard, a ‘curiosity collector’ who specialized in magic objects; how one got into such a field was not Adam’s place to know, but he was glad for it, because he was dealing with a problem that needed a magic resolution right now. “Though why he chose a cover in the middle of a mountain range hundreds of miles from his home, I can’t begin to imagine.”

“Look’it all the stuff here, though,” chuckled Daryl. “I mean, not like he can just keep all this in his basement, right? Plus, it’s probably a whole lot harder to steal here.”

“Yes, yes, I suppose. Remember, Daryl, we’re not here for a sightseeing tour. We’re looking for anything that might have a curse-breaking effect, or something that will return people to normal. Don’t futz around with anything that might not be relevant. Like Rudyard said, magic can be unpredictable, and we don’t need to have more problems than we already have.”

“Sure, bro.” Daryl didn’t sound as focused as Adam was…maybe that was only fair, pronoun choice aside, it really was Adam’s problem alone. Although he partly blamed Daryl for the reason he had it, which was why Daryl had offered to come along on this excursion.

It hadn’t been an intentional thing, to be sure. Adam, uptight as he was, tended to have trouble meeting new people, and for reasons probably related to his dubiousness about them, his dating site profiles had pretty much come up empty. Daryl, on the other hand, was a schmoozer, easily able to saunter up to a complete stranger and engage them in conversation for hours. So when he had told Adam he had a girl that might be interested in him, it was hard for Adam to say no to a date - while blind dates weren’t really his thing, he was at the mercy of the set-up here, and decided to give it a shot just to see if it went well.

To say it had not would have been a dramatic understatement.

The woman, Serenity, definitely had a bit of the some tightness that Adam had, but unfortunately, that was where the similarities ended. Their tastes were different, their beliefs were incompatible, and their assertive natures created a lot more friction than fireworks. And as Adam had gotten more frustrated, some things had started coming out that he normally wouldn’t have been as overt about…particularly some opinions about women that were, to put it charitably, not likely to be well-received by women. Serenity had rapidly proven her name a fiction as she clashed with him over these, and there had been some warning signs that it might escalate beyond words, if only Adam had been in a place to see them - but he was too wrapped up in trying to jockey for position to realize what was coming.

It had reached a head when Adam had insisted that a vagina was a liability (“I’m almost certain that the words ‘labia’ and ‘liability’ even have the same origins”) and that was why men were inherently superior to women. The flare around Serenity could suddenly be felt, and Adam only had a brief amount of time to curse everything before she delivered her parting shot - a curse upon Adam that, in her words, ‘gave him a liability.’ She had rapidly vanished after that, before Adam could even try to get after her for a resolution - and indeed, the curse had saddled him with something between his legs that replaced what he SHOULD have had. And he was left to rage against everything and everyone that wasn’t himself.

In hindsight, he realized that perhaps he was not entirely blameless in this episode, but he still felt that this was over the top.

Of course, Adam was not at all knowledgable about magic, a thing that was, at best, an extreme curiosity, and to most nothing more than myth and legend and fantasy. But he knew who WOULD know - Rudyard, of course. After all, extreme curiosities were sort of his thing, and he had boatloads of them. Unfortunately, he was mired in work at the university and couldn’t accompany them to hunt around for something that might deal with Adam’s curse (which was, in his assessment, a sensationally expert bit of wizardry that he would have much preferred to study than cure, but Adam had naturally objected vociferously). But, he could grant access to his storehouse for Adam to look at himself - and Daryl, once Adam had pulled him into it, which hadn’t been particularly challenging.

And that was what had brought them to this point. Despite the fact that there were many objects to marvel at, Adam was, as usual, very stuck to his goal - get his curse undone. Perhaps after that he could take some time to browse, but he really didn’t want to be stuck this way any longer than he had to be - having to walk a mile in those metaphorical shoes was not filling him with sympathy, and he was decidedly not interested in any other sort of filling, for that matter. The problem, of course, was that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for…Rudyard had said that even those who didn’t know magic could sort of ‘feel’ it when they got near, which Adam hoped meant he’d know what he was looking for when he found it. And certainly, he was getting the impression that was true - there were pieces of furniture that had obvious magical traps on them, which he stayed well away from; orbs of various colors swirling with mystical power, and he swore he could hear or smell or taste their respective elements as he neared them; glimmering gems with all sorts of glows to them, whose effects Adam couldn’t begin to imagine but seemed plenty malicious. None of it, though, was striking him as doing anything for him.

And Daryl, as usual, was not being particularly helpful - especially as he zeroed in on a particular section. “Dude! I found the dildos!”

Adam let out a long-suffering sigh. Of course he’d be interested in the smut. “Daryl, we’re looking for things to fix curses, not make perversions.”

“Well, yeah, but your issue’s down below, right? Maybe the stuff for the down-below can help!”

Sanity preserve me. “I’m not going to tell you again, Daryl. Focus on getting something that’ll take care of my problem!” He stomped off down another branch of the cavern, trying to put that out of his head, and hoping Daryl would listen to him…though, the odds of that were not as high as he would’ve hoped.

———

Daryl knew he was supposed to care. But it was hard for him to care TOO much, after he’d heard what happened.

Adam was his friend, sure, and Daryl cared about him, but sometimes he could be a bit of a hard dude to deal with. Overbearing, stiff, serious…Daryl couldn’t understand how someone could live like that. He was hoping that finding someone else to join his life could maybe loosen him up a bit…Serenity had seemed like a good prospect, she was sharp but also a good bit more relaxed, and she seemed like she could keep up with Adam as well as pull him out of his shell a bit. He’d figured the worst that could happen was that they didn’t hit it off.

Turned out, he was a bit off about that.

But Adam had kind of been asking for it. Daryl did NOT agree with that kind of talk, and he’d said that many times before, but apparently it was a lot worse than he’d ever realized. He was going to have to figure out a way to get Adam’s head screwed on a bit more right with regards to that, but he wasn’t sure how - approaching serious stuff was never his area of expertise. But the first bit of that punishment was that he could find his own fix - the only reason Daryl had come along was because, well, it was a cavern full of magic artifacts, why the hell WOULDN’T he want to look around?

Naturally, though, the stuff that interested him most was the naughty stuff. Magicians were often perverted - when one had power beyond the norm, one tended to be a bit faster and looser in the mind, it turned out. A good number of magic objects were sex toys of some sort, and Daryl had always wanted to see what they could come up with. Rudyard’s collection had no shortage of them, gathered from all over, and Daryl was grinning like an idiot as he perused them, keen on finding one to try out. So much to choose from, but what would they do?

Some of them had labels, describing what they did. There was a thin sounding rod that had a mind-linked temperature control, which Rudyard had noted could go well beyond safe temperatures and warned against using. One rather sizable purple dildo that seemed modeled after some exotic creature was apparently capable of moving autonomously, and seemed not to have an ‘easy’ setting - a special lube was recommended that would keep it from getting too stuck inside, but Daryl didn’t see it anywhere nearby. Just as well, he wasn’t really into getting stuff stuck up there, though a couple flings had done some finger-play that hadn’t been too bad. Something that big, though, seemed less likely to work out. There was another dildo that was noted as being able to change textures, through a mechanism that hadn’t quite been identified - and one look at the word ‘spiky’ immediately had Daryl looking elsewhere.

He was really more interesting in something to stick his dick INTO, anyway, but there seemed to be fewer such options around. There was one called the Mystery Box, which could apparently feel like a whole lot of different things, varying from amazing to awful…Daryl had to wonder if Rudyard had tried it out himself or was just going by testimonial, but he wasn’t exactly feeling THAT adventurous. And that went double for an orb with an allegedly pristine-feeling pocket that was as close to real as it got - but had a random chance of what apparently were teeth digging in, HARD. Apparently, magicians weren’t just perverts, they were daring perverts…Daryl couldn’t say he could see the appeal, himself, but maybe there were kinkier folks out there who could dig that sort of thing.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to find anything worth trying - definitely plenty of toys, but they seemed a bit too risky. But he kept looking, it wasn’t like he was in a rush, until Adam said something he wasn’t going to be going anywhere…as he shuffled around, his eyes fell upon a rather striking object. A mammoth of a dildo, it had to be close to two feet long, close to as thick as a two-liter soda bottle, lavender in color, and boasting a shape that looked outright monstrous - a pointed head with a couple of flaps down a couple inches where the head ended, little spikes dotting the shaft sporadically, and a crazy-thick knot at the base. Jesus. There’s no way anyone could fit this inside them…how the hell are you supposed to use it? It looks like something you’d use on a big animal like an elephant… Daryl raised an eyebrow as he looked it over. Or…a dragon. Are there still dragons out there? Maybe this is just some dude’s idea of one…

He picked it up, looking it over. The label on it just said [unknown - needs investigation], so Daryl had no idea what, if anything it could do. It was lighter than he expected for something that big, though, easier to move around…and his eyes lit up as turned the base upwards and saw a conveniently-sized hole to stick something into. Hot damn! Finally a hit! I don’t see anything weird or anything about it…maybe this was just something meant to do double duty? Hah, maybe someone wanted to fuck a dragon like they meant it. There was certainly still a chance that something weird could be up with it, but it looked a lot more normal than the other stuff…Daryl figured if he was getting off with anything, it was this.

He carried it over a ways to a wall that was a bit clearer of other stuff, then dropped trou and lined up his cock with the opening. It looked like he was just about the right size for it, thankfully, but he didn’t have any lube, so he wasn’t sure how comfortable it would be…he’d give it a try, though, and if it wasn’t good he’d go looking for something. Maybe he should have before, but he was a bit too horny to prioritize that…Daryl wasn’t always the most brilliant when the lower head was taking more of the blood.

But it seemed like it wasn’t punishing him this time, as the moment his cock slid in, Daryl let out a breathy moan. Now THAT felt good! Pleasantly soft, pleasantly tight, it was probably as close to a real pussy as he’d ever felt in a toy. Maybe that was where the magic laid, making it feel as good as this…and it got even better as he started to buck in, there was a warmth in there that was absolutely divine, he could swear it felt almost like it was alive, like it was tensing down on him. That was some GOOD magic.

Both hands clutched onto that thick knot on the base as he started humping in hard, smacking his loins against the base, his breathing picking up as he felt himself getting more and more worked up. So quickly, too quickly, but thankfully a dildo didn’t care how fast you went…Daryl sometimes struggled lasting long enough to savor it, though it had taught him how to please a woman in other ways at least. He was trying to hold back this time, wanting to revel in those fantastic sensations a little bit longer…it felt like it was getting tighter, squeezing more, though maybe he was just engorging a bit more, he didn’t really care because it felt too good to think about…

A cry escaped him as he planted himself as deep in as he could go, letting loose a quick load as the ecstasy of orgasm washed over him. It felt ever tighter as he spurted his spunk inside, almost like it was trying to block him off but not quite getting there…Daryl could swear the pleasure was picking up more and more with each beat and pulse, almost rattling him with how good it felt. It might even have beaten any orgasm he’d had with someone else…maybe that was the danger of the magic, he’d like it too much to want anything else. That seemed a risk worth taking, though, if he was going to get that much out of it!

The pleasure abated finally, and Daryl was becoming more acutely aware of the tension. His head was spinning a bit from the climax, his body felt a bit loose and odd…he didn’t think much about that, though, he just tugged to get himself out of the hole in that dildo…but it didn’t move. He tugged again, and it felt like he was pulling at his groin, the base sealed nice and tight against him. It was weird, but he didn’t feel perturbed by it, it was like an odd relaxation was coming over him…he grabbed tight around the knot and pulled a bit harder, to no avail, but that was when he noticed something odd…his fingers around that knot felt too…clear. Like he was touching himself rather than a toy. But that was impossible, it WAS a toy, he’d just been playing with it…

He let go, a giddy grin forming on his face. Well, maybe he could pretend he had a dragon dick for a bit, wasn’t really a problem with that. It felt like a good fit…well, maybe a bit TOO large for a human, the thing probably would’ve come almost up to his neck. It felt a bit heavy like this, as well…he leaned forward a bit, and it felt better. More normal, more natural…the weird sensation in his legs was being eased as he went down onto all fours. Yeah, that was what felt right…

His clothes were feeling uncomfortably tight, his pants around his ankles were especially constricting. Bulking arms reached up to pull at his shirt, which was already tearing from the pressure of his growing body; as he clawed the fabric away with sharpening nails, he scratched at his own skin, hastening the teal-and-cream scaling over which was progressing down his torso. Once the shirt was gone, the pressure on his back felt better, as two large wings were starting to form and no longer constrained. His shoes tore apart under the strain of his growing and reshaping feet, tatters of fabric of his socks being yanked away as he felt the comfortable coolness of the bare rock underfoot. The pants bundled up around his ankles were ripped away, and he was able to stretch his legs apart, better supporting his widening body; the tail pushing out from his rear helped stabilize his new frame just a little bit better, providing a bit of counterweight to let him rise up onto two legs, though four was feeling a bit more natural.

Daryl was barely aware of what was going on with him, his head fuzzy and spinning, euphoric feelings subsuming his focus. The grin on his face was becoming wider as his jaws and nose formed into a draconic snout, the hair disappearing from his head and being replaced with feathery scales and pearly horns. His blunt human teeth reshaped too far shaper fangs, his ears lengthened and flattened into flaps, and his eyes shifted from their normal brown to a striking topaz, pupils turning slitlike. About the only thing that hadn’t changed was the size and shape of that dildo mounted on his cock…which felt more and more like his cock, and more and more a good fit in size, shape, and weight for his new body.

Nothing was registering as weird about this experience in the slightest…in fact, he felt rather good, calm, still mildly horny, but otherwise quite content. He was just laying there, barely was aware of anything until a voice, even quiet at it was, cut into his attention.

“D…Daryl?!”

———

Despite Adam’s best efforts, his search was fruitless. Scouring over as many magic objects as he could, looking for some kind of curse breaker or magic panacea, something that could break whatever was done to him and return him to normal, or even something that applied a direct countereffect…but everything he looked at did pretty much nothing useful for him.

Most of them did nothing useful period - a lot of the objects were nothing more than active hazards to life and limb. He was shuddering at some of the lists that Rudyard had put together, there were objects that seemed like elaborate and horrible murder plots…things that could make a person melt, could make them frail as glass, could turn them to ash, could make them vanish in a puff of smoke, and worse. Why did magicians want to make such horrible things? Why not make USEFUL things that could fix his problems?

But no…nothing. Even the few things that were beneficial, they weren’t beneficial to his particular situation. What Adam was really looking for was probably something like a potion or scroll or something - those were probably more likely to actually be restorative, at least - but there was one spot with things like that, and it was sealed off with no way in. Frustrating beyond belief, he couldn’t believe that something was being walled off that could fix his problem…he would have to give Rudyard a piece of his mind, get him to provide something more useful. But that wasn’t going to resolve things that day…so it was time to find Daryl and get out of there.

Wandering back through the maze of objects, he had to wonder if Daryl might’ve been on to something after all…one thing he’d noticed was that a lot of the objects tended to have effects related to their original purpose. Mirrors tended to affect whatever was being looked at, chairs affected you when you sat down, and so forth…maybe objects designed for sexual use had impacts on those parts. Then again, if they were anything like the other objects, maybe they were designed to torture those parts rather than resolve curses for them…it was worth seeing if he’d found anything, at least. Daryl might not have been that focused on alleviating Adam’s condition, but he’d at least have to have read about stuff before using it, Daryl might have been laid-back but he wasn’t an idiot at least…

As he turned a corner towards where Daryl had gone, he froze. Laying in the middle of the pathway was a teal scaly creature that looked a bit larger than a horse, complete with a long tail, membranous wings, pearly horns, and a lavender mammoth of a dick that was protruding lewdly from between his legs. His breath caught in his throat. What the fuck?! A dragon?! Here?! Rudyard didn’t say anything about a dragon guarding this place! Shit, shit, shit, did it eat Daryl? Oh, fuck, his clothes, they’re all over the place, torn apart…wait…there’s…there’s no blood…no gore…

The gears were turning in Adam’s head. Daryl couldn’t have been eaten - there was no way those shredded clothes could have been torn off of him without an enormous bloody mess all over the place, even a magical creature like a dragon wouldn’t waste effort being that careful or clean. But Daryl clearly wasn’t there, he’d clearly had a misadventure, and there was a dragon here that he presumed hadn’t been there before, because even Daryl wouldn’t have dared try to get his jollies with one of them around. That left only one logical conclusion…even if on the face of it it was absurd, the absurd conclusion was the only one that fit the data.

The dragon WAS Daryl.

How? Adam sure as hell didn’t know. And he didn’t really care, because ‘how’ was less important than ‘what the fuck was he supposed to do now’. He couldn’t very well take Daryl back like this, and he didn’t know how to turn Daryl back, and he doubted Daryl knew how to turn himself back, and Rudyard was out of contact at the moment…it didn’t feel like there was any good way to deal with the situation. Of course, how could there be? His friend had turned into a goddamned DRAGON. How was someone supposed to deal with that?

A rumble from the dragon made Adam jump. “D…Daryl?!”

———

The dragon’s eyes opened, and locked on Adam. His face broke into a wide grin. “Hey, bro. Find anything?” It was impossible for a dragon to sound as chill as Daryl usually was, but that rumbling voice did seem about as placid as it could get - confirming beyond a doubt that Adam was indeed talking to Daryl.

“I found a fucking dragon where my friend is supposed to be, that’s what I found! What the fuck happened?”

“Hrrr…” Daryl languidly got to his feet, and Adam winced as he saw that heavy cock bob between his legs. “Had a really good time with that dildo…heh, you didn’t get anything changed, did you? Heh, you smell kinda good with a pussy, you know.”

“Wh-what?! What are you saying?! D-daryl, don’t say dumb shit like that. We need to figure out how to fix you!”

“Whaddaya mean, bro? I feel just fine.”

“You’re NOT fine, Daryl, you’re a fucking dragon.”

“Nothing wrong with that, bro. Dragons’re cool.” Daryl’s head was still fuzzy, it was blocking out anything that was registering his situation as wrong or unusual. It wasn’t that he didn’t remember that he hadn’t been a dragon before, it was just that that disparity from his past normal just didn’t sink in as a problem. His mind was a bit more focused on the scent wafting into his nose…Adam’s scent, corrupted though it was, was oddly tantalizing. “Mrrr, I think you might think the same thing…”

Adam’s heart was pounding, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t awe. At least, that’s what he was going to insist no matter what. “Daryl, don’t…say things like that. We need to stay focused. There has to be something that can get you back to normal somewhere in here. Maybe…maybe you can break down that door that guards the potions, maybe there’s something in there for both of us. We can fix this, I’m sure of it, I just…need you to stay focused…”

“I’m focused, bro. Focused on your sexy scent.” Daryl sauntered forward a bit, leering at Adam frighteningly. The human recoiled a bit, trying to pull back, but something was holding him in place, he couldn’t take a step…to have a scaly beast of that size advancing on him was terrifying, but there was a tingle between his legs that definitely was NOT supposed to be there, and he didn’t even want to acknowledge that it existed. Daryl wasn’t letting him get away that easy, though, a lecherous rumble thundering from that fanged maw. “Dude, you’re getting hotter by the second. You totally want me.”

“N-no! I don’t! G-get a hold of yourself!” If that talk had been accompanied by action, maybe it would have held more weight, but Adam still couldn’t do move, his eyes locked with the dragon’s. “Daryl! Come on, snap out of it!”

Something instinctual twigged the back of Daryl’s mind. “Snap out…heh, good idea.” He grinned wider, raising a forepaw and snapping two digits together. A flash of magical might surged out, and Adam felt a rush of energy flow over him, making him yelp. It was forceful, but he stayed upright, held in place by that power that Daryl had over him…but while his body was unmarred, the same couldn’t be said for his clothes, which were rent to shreds instantly by the surge. Flapping tatters settled on the ground behind Adam, leaving him completely bare, completely exposed to Daryl, and he flushed madly, trying to cover himself - but his arms were forestalled just as completely as his legs, and he could do nothing except burn in embarrassment.

“Yeah, that’s a lot better…” Daryl certainly approved - what a handy little trick, he rather liked that. He didn’t exactly know how he did it, but it felt completely natural…well, dragons were magical creatures, maybe it just made sense. He could read the magic on Adam as well, and it was drawing him in a bit, there was something enticing about it. “No need to be shy, bro. I don’t mind a little pussy.”

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Adam certainly DID mind, a whole hell of a lot! “Stop this! Daryl, I don’t want this!”

“You can be honest with me, bro. It’s not like I’m gonna judge you, if you’re into dragons I got no problem with that.”

“I…I’m not, I…” Adam swallowed, finding it harder to speak as Daryl’s eyes got closer. There was an intensity in them that was imposing…powerful beyond measure, just as the dragon was. A beast who could claim what he wanted effortlessly…he shook his head quickly, where had that come from?

“I can smell how needy you are, Adam. You weren’t that way before you saw me, right?”

“I…n-no…” It was true, he wasn’t…that, that didn’t mean anything, right? He swallowed again, heart thudding as those eyes bored into him…he could swear he could see shimmering in the air in front of them, but that had to be an illusion, just the sensational, conquering power of the dragon playing tricks on his mind, showing him his apex status beyond dispute. A heat was budding in his loins, making him squirm, something was affecting him and he wasn’t sure what…

“Right. So it was just because you wanted me. I’m down for that, you know. It sounds like fun to me…besides, what’s the point of having a cunt if you don’t try it out, right?”

“Ah…that…I, I mean…” Adam blinked a bit, but it wasn’t beating back the slight blur in front of his eyes. He couldn’t really…think that, could he? But, weirdly, it sounded…oddly right. Daryl knew sex better than he did, after all…but he wasn’t supposed to have this, it couldn’t be something he wanted. But…Daryl was certain he wanted it, even after all his protests…and dragons WERE superior, they could smell arousal, they could smell want and need, maybe he knew better than Adam did…

“Yeah, you know what I mean. So why don’t you just relax, bro…” That word had a particular bit of power behind it, as Daryl brought himself almost face-to-snout with Adam. Adam had ALWAYS needed to relax, even as his friend Daryl often described him as an uptight little fucker, getting him to settle down seemed like the right thing to do. “And let me do my thing, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

Adam wasn’t sure he wanted to relax, but the option didn’t seem to be granted to him - that last pulse from the word ‘relax’ had pierced to the core. His body slackened, the tension unraveling without his volition, inducing a calmness, a placidity that let the hypnotic effect seep in even more potently. Slowly, without even understanding why, he nodded, and the moment he did it felt like the lust he’d been trying to fight and ignore doubled in intensity. The need for something in there…he’d been trying to reject even the thought that he had a pussy since the incident, but now it was locked in, and the need to be indulging…it overwhelmed the opposition by a mile. “What…do you want me to do?”

Daryl rumbled pleasantly. “Just lay back on the ground and spread those legs, bro…let me take care of the rest.”

Adam did as instructed, almost in a daze. Slowly down onto the rocky floor, maybe not the most comfortable surface but he couldn’t really process the thought of objecting over that. There was one thing to object over, though, as Daryl stepped over him, and that was the gargantuan piece that was being threatened to enter into him. That thing looked like it was about the size of one of his legs, it was very clearly too large for a human to take. “W-wait…Daryl, that…that’s not…gonna fit…”

“Relax, bro.” That powerful word again, and Daryl’s eyes went back to him, pushing a wave of calmness into Adam. Large paws came down on his shoulders, adding to the pressure as the dragon bore down on him. “I’ll make it fit. I’m not gonna hurt you…you’ll feel every inch and you’ll love it.” How he was going to deliver on that promise wasn’t even a question in Daryl’s foggy mind, he had an absolutely certainty that he could and would. And that seemed to be enough for Adam, who slumped submissively onto the floor, mollified by the promise, or by the hypnotic energy Daryl was unknowingly flooding him with. The dragon wasn’t really doing much by volition, just what felt natural - but he wasn’t concerned with anything so long as the results were working out.

Adam could only watch as Daryl stepped more over him, bringing that cock close to where it intended to go. It seemed like it wasn’t going to be a good mesh for their shapes, Adam was too low for Daryl to reach easily…but Daryl fixed that with another bit of magic that yanked Adam’s legs up, and his cock down, making sure they met at an angle and height that he could easily thrust down into. Adam squirmed a bit, but he couldn’t move much more than that - ever though Daryl’s paws had moved, it still felt like they were pinning him down, a magic residue that ensured he wasn’t going anywhere. And he was struggling to try to determine if he really wanted to…maybe a bit late for that given that he was about to be lanced on a cock that was going to split him apart, which really probably should have worried him more than it was-

Daryl pushed. Adam cried out. What a stretch. The pointed tip got in without too much trouble, but that was all that managed to pierce before Adam FELT it, and felt it like crazy. It was far thicker than anything he’d ever felt pressed into any part of him after just a little bit, and he wanted to object to it, but no words were coming out. Daryl just kept pushing though, making him stretch more and more…Adam’s eyes widened as he saw his body warp to take in more of that lavender flesh, getting dangerously close to those ribbed flaps that were the widest part of that cock before the knot. It looked like it should have been physically impossible, for sure…yet, what he was feeling was far from torment, there was a buzz inside him that was incredibly pleasurable, the stretch felt fantastic despite feeling like he was being drawn open far wider than humanly possible. He was shuddering not in fear or agony but in ecstasy, his mind being flooded with bliss that seemed beyond possible…whatever Daryl was doing certainly seemed to be working.

A cry escaped Adam as those flaps popped in, rubbing against him as they inched deeper and deeper, prying him open inside to take that gargantuan thickness. Now the rest of that shaft was slowly working in, the soft spikes catching on his labia, a couple managing to brush against his clit, which was left feeling that same buzz that made Adam shiver madly…he couldn’t believe how sensitive he felt, far more sensitive than the cock he was used to having, and he couldn’t tell whether it was the magic working on him or something more natural. He just hoped it wasn’t going to stop suddenly, because he had a feeling if it did that wouldn’t bode well…but there was no sign of that, in fact it felt like it was intensifying with every inch of dragon dick that disappeared into him.

And that was getting to be a LOT of inches…Adam was feeling more and more stuffed by the moment, as Daryl just kept feeding that cock inside, now well past the halfway point. Not pulling out more than a tiny bit with any motion, and that was just to work in more…there wasn’t nearly as much bulge in Adam’s body as there should have been with that much dick spearing into him, it certainly felt like much more pressure than he was seeing. And Adam was reduced to breathlessness, what little air he got in him expelled in loud cries that echoed in the cave, as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm his senses entirely…it crested once, and sent a wracking spasm through Adam that left him feeling drained and delighted, relaxing him more under the dragon’s ministrations as he ceded a little more to that imposition.

Daryl was enjoying the sight and sound and scent of Adam’s pleasure just as much as the tightness around his cock. He pushed in more, applying more pressure as his magic worked on them, ensuring no lack of compatibility between them - it was clear that he was too big for a human normally, so all he needed to do was make more space in there. How he was doing so was unclear to him, and he didn’t care - it worked, that was all that mattered. And Adam was clearly in heaven, he could almost swear he was feeling the emotions the human was giving off now, maybe even feeling them through his cock. It was like there was a slight vibration in there…the melding of his magic with the curse that Adam had was affecting them both, in ways they weren’t consciously aware of.

Finally, Adam felt the bulge of Daryl’s knot push against his entrance, and the dragon finally stopped pushing. Never had he felt so full…it didn’t look as outwardly impressive as it probably should have, there was a modest distension in his midsection but it looked like one that might be caused by a shaft half the length and girth of what was actually in him. And the pressure felt for more monumental than that within him…whatever Daryl had done had certainly made it fit, but it felt like only just. The tip of that cock was pressed against something tighter deep within him, something that gave a little jolt when it had touched…thick draconic precum was drooling against it, it felt like it was dribbling even deeper inside. Daryl’s wetness wasn’t the only one present, his own thinner fluids had started to leak, though they couldn’t get out with such a thick cock plugging him up, they were just leaking over the inches of that shaft that they could manage to get through. But the part that stuck out most was how GOOD it felt…a strain of epic proportions, but one that made his loins thrum rapturously, his head swim with ecstasy. Earlier objections had been shoved out of him, given no room to persist as that space was taken up by cock…at that moment, he just wanted more.

As did Daryl - the dragon was in heaven, nothing had ever felt as tight, yet nothing had ever felt as yielding and welcoming as Adam’s cunt. Oh, this was going to be HARD to give up…subtle thoughts were already bubbling in that he wasn’t going to, didn’t have to, that he was claiming this pussy as his and no one was going to take it from him. The normally laid-back demeanor was unraveling as the lust started to flood him, and his control started to slip a bit as he pulled back a few inches and suddenly SHOVED in, much more forcefully than before - and was rewarded with a spasm around his cock and another squeaky cry from Adam. Thusly bolstered, he repeated the action, a little more forcefully - barely using a fraction of the power available to him, yet he felt dominating, imperious, and that was such a rush.

Adam couldn’t have been ready for the next level - he was barely able to handle the first one. But it was coming nonetheless, and all he could do was try to handle it - but the instant climax that that forceful thrust gave him was beyond his tenuous grip, rattling him harder than anything so far had. Dragon Daryl’s power was unreasonable, it was laughable to think any human could handle it…his head slipped a little in the orgasm, surrendering a bit to the dragon’s dominion. The second thrust was barely any less destabilizing, as was the third…and from there, Adam rapidly lost count, as his orgasms started to blend together into a single continuous string, fraying his mind further.

Daryl couldn’t stop himself - it was just too good. Harder, faster, using more of his cock, he was starting to hump like he meant it. Adam had been broken in, now he was being molded to Daryl’s desires, made to sheathe his too-large dick superbly. The pressure was intense, making those spikes flex wonderfully, sending sparks of sublime sensation through him as they were worked to and fro. Those sensitive flaps were being squeezed nicely by Adam’s depths, dragging back and forth with electric ecstasy. Every gush of hot precum jetting out of his cock made things slicker, sloppier, the pressure forcing some of the fluid to squirt out, whatever couldn’t manage to drool in deeper. And every time his knot smacked against that entrance, it sent a primal surge through him…he was going to tie the bitch, send his virile seed deep inside, breed that fertile passage for all it was worth.

Adam had no idea what thoughts were racing through Daryl’s head, but it turned out they were affecting his as well. Caught in a ceaseless climax, his being was easy prey for the wild magic being unleashed by the dragon’s building frenzy. He could swear he could feel every spike as it clawed against his innards, the heat of that precum was leaving a near-burning feel deep inside him that was only keying up his lust, and the raw force Daryl was imposing on him now was an order of magnitude above what he thought was overwhelming before. A full foot of dragon dick being dragged out and drilled in, a knot far too thick to fit in threatening to do so anyway, too much and yet he wanted nothing more than too much. Every thrust ruined him a little bit more, the lust and desire for the dragon starting to subsume him, he started to want to feel that hot dragon seed pump into him, seek out eggs and claim them…all thought that he wasn’t supposed to be this way, that he had been seeking to fix this, was overwhelmed, his attachment to his manhood being literally fucked straight out of him by the dominating dragon.

Daryl suddenly doubled the force, rocking in and out almost violently, slamming that knot against Adam with almost reckless force. Deep growls rushed from the dragon, melding with the high cries from the human, as their coupling reached a fever pitch, the throbbing of that staff threatening an intense finale. From outside, it appeared beyond impossible that that bulge could be put inside, no human could possibly have stretched that far, not without being broken apart completely with critical damage…but dragons cared not for the limitations of mortal life, they were above such things, and Daryl was intent on proving it, whether he realized it or not. Magic laced through him, channeled through the organ that was conquering his prey, working him up even further, opening him to the grand finale; Adam was completely drowning in it, feeling the weight of that magic flaring through him, wordlessly begging for Daryl to finish it, to knot him and claim him fully.

That wish was granted in emphatic fashion. Daryl threw his head back in a roar that reverberated through the cavern, and slammed in one final time, an astounding physical and magical pressure crackling as that knot drove hard against Adam’s entrance. He stretched wide, wider, wider, and then…Adam’s jaw dropped in a silent scream as the knot surged in, and something gave way deep inside him as that tip breached deeper, forcing him open on two levels simultaneously. And then, a throb, a pulse, and a GUSH, a huge thick glut of hot, sticky semen splashing against the back of Adam’s womb, adding to that new level of fill that he was trying to endure, carrying with it a charge of magic that shattered the last of Adam’s senses, rapture crushing reason as bliss became his entire world. Mired in the midst of that power, he was cumming harder than he’d ever thought possible, thrashing around that cock as it geysered into him, pumping him with round after round of vivacious spunk. There was so much of it, his body stretching yet again to accommodate more of the dragon’s essence, creating another visible bump inside him that swelled out a good bit more than the impression of the shaft that was stuffing him full. The flaps on that head flared out to seal up that opening, ensuring that not a single drop of that semen could leak out, every bit of it stuck inside to hunt for an egg to claim.

Daryl wasn’t sure how long it was before his head cleared up from that monumental high. As he looked down under him, he could see Adam laying there, completely out of it. There was something so satisfying, seeing the human swollen up with his seed…he’d never realized how much he’d like that, it wasn’t like he’d ever been capable of something like that before. Slowly he pulled, his knot still partly inflated but less than its full girth…a bit of soothing magic, and it popped out, allowing him to draw out the rest nice and slow. Another slight pop from those flaps along the head, and the rest came out nice and quick, just a drool of seed from the tip of his cock, splattering down onto the rock below him.

Something seemed odd, though…even though he was out of Adam, he could sense that the human was still overfilled with something more than his seed. In fact it looked like he was still knotted…Daryl peered down between his legs, then reached out a claw to push inside. He wasn’t met with the feel of flesh, but something that was close, yet not quite precisely accurate. He pulled a bit, hooking his claw to what was inside, and sent another burst of magic through as he pulled slowly, loosening the human up to make it easier on him. It took a bit of tugging, but he was able to get it to pop out - and extracted from Adam’s snatch a familiar-looking toy, the thing that was currently being matched by what was between his own legs. Only when it came out did any of that thick draconic spunk leak out, though not nearly enough to remove the paunch from Adam’s gut.

Daryl took a look at the messy-looking dildo, briefly confused - it hadn’t come detached from him, so where had it come from? But, with a shrug, he cast it aside, less concerned about that than taking care of Adam. A purr passed through his maw as he scooped the human up and held him close as he loped over to a clean spot to sit and rest. Holding Adam close to him, he let himself fall into slumber, content to keep his human pet close to him - and not questioning that label one bit as he drifted off.

———

“…You know, Adam, I distinctly remember telling you not to bring anyone else when you came looking around here.”

Rudyard was not exactly what one thought of when one thought of a typical nerd. The clean-cut appearance with neatly-trimmed dark brown hair and thick glasses were slightly undermined by the six-foot-two altitude and broad frame - he wasn’t exactly muscular but he had a larger build. And he was looking down with exasperation at a nude human with a swollen midsection currently laying on his side with a dragon’s thick arm curled around him, the evidence of fresh sexual activity around them. Adam looked a bit embarrassed, but only a bit. “I didn’t think it would be a problem…”

“Famous last words.” Rudyard had gotten the full story when he’d walked in on the two just as Daryl was pulling out from an eighth round of rutting over three days. “It’s a problem for me because now my storage cavern has been used as a fuck-den for several days. And it’s a problem for you because now you’ve gotten the opposite of what you’re looking for.”

“Ah…yeah, I guess…” Adam was rather subdued, but there was a reason for that…he was already confirmed to be cooking a dragon egg inside him. “I, uh…I don’t suppose there’s much that can be done about that…”

Rudyard sighed, rubbing his head. “I hope you’re not asking that seriously. Your curse has been twined tightly with Daryl’s curse…the only way they could be removed is if they were both removed together. And considering that you’ve been impregnated by Daryl - itself a magically-sealing act - and that Daryl has fully integrated with his new draconic nature, neither one of you is anywhere near reversing anything that’s happened. Quite the contrary, this was about as much acceptance of the curse as you can get.”

“…Y-yeah, that’s…about what I figured.” The response was rather muted - Adam was almost trying to reach for something to be upset about, but he really couldn’t be. Especially with the rumble of a dragon against his back, as Daryl held him close; there was no doubt he felt a fierce attachment to Daryl now, his deference complete and automatic but not at all concerning - he knew Daryl would never harm him, even if he owned him completely.

“Why would we want to? Nothing wrong with any of this.” Daryl was about as far removed from regret as could be - after just a few days, he was about as attached to being a dragon as if he’d been born that way. The feeling of raw power, a mighty body and mightier magic, and a human pet who was eager to bear his spawn…what was there to dislike? The human he’d been was almost an afterthought, this was better in every way. “Besides, now you know what that toy does…pretty neat trick, I think there’s a lotta guys out there who would enjoy it.”

“And I’m not going to let a single one of them do so,” replied Rudyard with a sigh. “That one is getting locked the fuck up. A toy that turns someone into a goddamn dragon…I’m going to have to ask some of them who cooked that up, because there’s no way it wasn’t another dragon behind it. And speaking of which, I’ll arrange for one of them to get you set up in a magical being community, because you two are NOT using this cave as your personal pleasure getaway.”

“There’s just…communities like that out there?” asked Adam.

“There are. Trust me when I say I’m glad for your surprise, they don’t like that to be common knowledge. But I’m going to warn you right now, fertile humans are VERY popular in those…I would start preparing for the reality that that’s not going to be the last egg you’re popping out.”

Adam flushed a bit, as much because of the salacious murr from Daryl as anything - giving him every indication that his master liked the sound of that. Which meant it was a guarantee he’d be busy…but something told him he wasn’t going to be bothered by that.