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[I]Slap! Slap! Slap!

[/I]Amidst the growls and grunts, amidst the pained and heaving breaths, the slapping noise filled the entire room. With a few hands helping to push the belly aside, to keep it out of the way, the young pot-maker was already at work. His body moved with a burning yearning. His hips pumped and thrust and hit ceaselessly.

It was a need that was as natural as breathing, as eating, as… Living.

Yet, here, at that moment, it truly encompassed the young Komodo Dragon. He was a brick-maker's son. For most of his young years, he had been taught by the Village's Shaman with the help of a few males from the Eslan's village. He, then, was taught by his Father, Ponro, how to make bricks, where to find the perfect clay and how to mix it. He learned how to add dyes and pigments to make colorful bricks that would be used to build.

Yet, he moved away from his Father's teaching as his craft shifted from merely doing bricks and laying them to creating art.

It was more difficult as he had to compose with composite bricks or smaller ones, but he remembered the joy and pride from his Father and the Elders from his first work of art.

They praised him.

Not only for the quality of his work, managing to represent the crashing stones into the sea, from the cliffs up north. They praised it because the tribes had changed and works of art were encouraged by the current Eslan.

No… Everything was encouraged by the Eslan, from the mere act of breaking traditions to settling new roles. In his young years, the young Komodo Dragon even saw the apparition of metal tools that were kept for the Elders until even his Dad got one.

Until he would get one, too. Once he would be considered an Adult.

The young Brick-layer had the age for it. He had the build of an adult with wide shoulders and powerful arms trained from laying bricks day and night. Even now, his powerful back strained and bulged as he arched his back and plunged deeper.

He had the body of someone working under the burning Sun, either digging the clay, preparing it, or laying it. A body that was to please the Eslan, he was told, though it seemed the Eslan had already… Too many people tending to him.

The young Komodo Dragon continued, told by his Dad and Elder, he would grow bigger after he gifted the Eslan his seed and added another egg.

His cock was joined and rubbed against another male's, a second male whom he didn't know but had the scent of a fisher. No, even had a tooth collar indicating he was a Sea-hunter. The other Komodo Dragon was an older male, too, as his genitals dwarfed the bricklayer. It was an observation, and no humiliation for the Komodo Dragon who knew he would grow big like his Dad, until his testicles would be as big as the Elders' and drag on the ground if not for the balls pouch.

So… He pumped.

He pumped, feeling the open hole clench and close onto the two cocks at once, rubbing together but not at the same pace. The pressure applied was like a soft hand, covered with lube and precum, a gentle presence that kept making itself known through short squeezes and massages.

It felt good. Excellent, too. Never before had the young Komodo Dragon felt so pleased. He was discovering a different type of pleasure, a new part of himself that couldn't be satisfied by masturbating with his friends, old or young.

It was something he had to experience and embrace, something that was so… a renewal.

He sighed, his smile growing wider by the second as he threw his head back. His back arched again, his muscles tensing and delineating where he had been exercising, where the tension in his work tended to accumulate. No denial, no shame, no regrets.

He smiled so entirely as he sensed his groin burn like a bonfire. Oh, it was burning bright and clear, it was etching words of love at his lips, barely different from those whispered by the Fisher at his side, or the many attendants.

The young Komodo Dragon's voice was a crescendo, as the pleasure ascended his spire. It crawled upward, trailing the veins over the length up to the bulbous tip and its ravenous presence. There was no fight in the Komodo Dragon. He welcomed the sensation like the many other young males before and after him. He embraced it, felt it rising and grazing the tip. It swarmed it, it beset it…

The voice low, the young Komodo Dragon purred. His eyelids closed to the world, he experienced his first orgasm into someone else's hole. He was no longer a virgin, he was a male. A realized male who participated in the community, in the Eslan's breeding.

He could finally earn his own home, live somewhere else, move wherever he wanted, do whatever he desired.

But those considerations were dwarfed and reduced to ashes before the sanctity of that breeding. Breeding. Breeding was a boon, a gift. A gift he gave to the Eslan as much as he received. One of love and satisfaction, two sensations that formed a whole blanketing his mind and soul.

His lips pulled, he grinned and smiled stupidly like the many males before and after him.

He was… He felt complete. And so, in that blissful instant, the young Komodo Dragon pulled back and wiped his groin from all the cum, his and from others, sticking to his groin. He wiped it then held the towel as he trudged away from Isik's pit, bedroom, and de-facto breeding room.

He bowed out, answered by Reho.

The plump and plushy Komodo Dragon was taking his role seriously, his asshole played with and sometimes fucked by males who wouldn't wait for a turn. Still, he was the one checking for the Komodo Dragons, to see if they were from X or Y villages.

He also handled the cleaning, mainly with the help of a crew of dedicated Komodo Dragons working days and nights to please the Eslan. Whether to cook food, clean the place, or merely… Fucking the Eslan. Reho never took part in the latter, but he came to know the Eslan well enough to understand his needs and to anticipate them.

He was not the designated Minder, it was his Brother's duty, but he had taken up most of the role with the perk of being fucked whenever he desired, too. A boon for a slutty Komodo Dragon as he noted the departure of the last young male and turned his eyes on the many Komodo Dragons working to milk and please the Eslan.

At the forefront were the Reshis. They were the most devoted to that task, hauling dozens of vessels in the morning so they'd have fresh milk for the Hatchlings' breakfast at the Inn. However, they were followed by two couplings rotating with four others, working together to milk the Eslan and bring a steady stream to the hatchlings.

Even with the number of hatchlings becoming so numerous they had to allocate some inhabitants to a full-time care, beyond the Shamans, the current Eslan was capable of handling the milk load. And those breasts, often described as “jumbo balls" by their owner, were profuse.

They offered such a steady stream of warm milk, it was beginning to be a hassle to track the volume.

And many a young male would take a few vessels to sample what they'd been allowed to suckle on in their young years. Not everyone was allowed to stick around Isik day and night. Only a select few, considered lucky…

Lucky few like those kneading and massaging Isik's eight breasts, working on applying soothing cream on the fur each morning to ease their natural soreness. Then, it would be a work between kneading, suckling, massaging, rubbing, to get the milk rolling with a constant purring from the Eslan.

Those calloused hands were trained to the utmost precision, working in undoing whatever soreness and knot might have formed around those breasts, dangling on each side of Isik's belly, limiting the traction and the weight on the constantly taut skin. Oh, they worked. Diligently. And in this, Isik was akin to a cow. A generous cow whose body kept changing and adapting, yet bolstered by a few Komodo Dragons that kept his belly lifted whenever he was to be bred on his back, or massaging it to keep the eggs from being stuck.

At this point, it was like a factory, like Isik said, or a regular schedule.

Isik would be bred for one period, would lay eggs at another… Enjoying his day despite the constant contractions and the urge to push those eggs away as his asshole solely served that purpose nowadays, taking cum and giving eggs.

When the breeding period ended and the Komodo Dragons stopped, letting Isik's belly drop, the Snow Leopard sighed despite the pressure on his genitals. He sighed while he rubbed his nape against Rehu's beanbag-balls. Oh, he rubbed against them, feeling them sloshing with so much and yet remaining so warm.

The Snow Leopard even thought about creating a rotation with a few Komodo Dragons using their nuts as pillows. He would be much more comfortable during the night, somehow. Whenever he was around them, the heat was easier to bear.

Or maybe it was the constant precum leaking over his face. Or the musky shaft, half-hard, rubbing against his cheeks and nose. Or maybe the aroma of Reptilian Musk that clung to everything he was.

Nevertheless, Isik had a satisfied grin while he rubbed his nape and sucked on a shaft. A male's tiny shaft, from someone who wouldn't fuck him. It was not Ashi, it could not compare to the youthful Hunter who had decided to move away and stay with his Dad, with Isik's approbation…. But it was satisfying enough as Isik licked, sucked, and then spat the organ away as he rumbled with a delighted attitude.

Today, the heat was almost gone. It remained constant, but with the dozen of attendants working on him, and easily twice the number of males who fucked him, he was beaming with joy.

He outstretched his arms, slightly kicked his legs despite the weight on them, and rubbed Rehu's belly, pawing and kneading it.

“Hrmp… Fuck, that was great!" Isik declared, his voice echoing within the now-tiny room reeking of sex and cum. He had one Komodo Dragon wiping his cleavage and another his shoulders, ensuring no cum was sticking to it, while the few still working on his tits were finishing their rounds and pulling one by one.

Oh… The blissful days, spent doing nothing and yet everything that was needed of him.

Isik thought he would grow tired and crazy from being stuck. With his constant pregnancies, it had become impossible for him to move on his own. Even getting up on his feet, with a sash, would mean dragging around a demolition ball strapped to his guts... Impossible.

And Rehu couldn't carry him alone.

“Was it?" asked Rehu, knitting on Isik's behalf. He, too, was marked by the Idol's blessing with tits that were so big, they were comparable to one of a wet-nurse. They were easily bigger than Isik's head, yet he carried them with ease. The Komodo Dragon had grown used to them.

And quite good at handling the difficult Hatchlings needing a more hands-on attitude.

“mhm mhm," continued Isik, stretching. His hole was feeling good and dripping with cum, so warm and stretched. Yet, no trace of the facetious heat nagging him at the worst period of the day. Same as his nipples as they were left one by one and recovering. Each nub was big enough that at least three Komodo Dragons could try to please them, though only by licking and nudging.

Isik's eyelids closed as another huff escaped him, turning his gaze on the pelt door opening on a different vision.

Well, no young Komodo Dragon eager to fuck for their first time and gain their “man balls" as Isik called them. Only one elder, Rehai. Technically, his father-in-law ever since Isik and Rehu were bonded. One of Isik's requests allowed a few Komodo Dragons to form couples, like Ashi and Ashe, or the Reshis.

A Father-in-law who looked pleased, positively so. Which, in return, made Isik question if it was such a good day.

“Es-… Iseek," said Rehai, his voice carefully picking each word while he had a sort of solemnity in it. “How do you feel?"

“uh, Good," said Isik, glancing around. “Until you made me question it. What's on your mind this time, Rehai?"

“Rude," answered Rehai through a faked cough. “I was polite because today is a big day. You leave."

“… Sorry?"

Isik's eyes opened wide and his expression shifted. He even looked around, yet as he looked at Reho, he saw how detached the Komodo Dragon was. How he avoided Isik's gaze. Wherever Isik's eyes went, the Komodo Dragons looked away, trying to act innocent. And when he craned his neck, extended his chin up… No, even outstretched a hand toward Rehu's belly, he could not see any surprise in their eyes.

although he could not confirm Rehu's state.

Then, he returned to Rehai who seemed to be beaming, smiling.

“What do you mean, Rehai? I need you to explain. Please!"

The Komodo Dragon stopped, cocked an eyebrow, then looked around. He, too, followed Isik's actions in glancing over the attendants.

“You… did not warn him?"

“Warn me about what? Rehai, I am here too!"

“We… Thought about making it a surprise," said Reho, hiding his cum-riddled muzzle behind a parchment. “Sorry."

“heelllooo! I'm here! What's happening?" cried Isik, waving his arms as he tried to get the Komodo Dragons' attention, jiggling his body. Whatever they talked about, it concerned him. He didn't want them to forget about his presence.

And so… Rehai shook his head, closing his eyes.

“Could you please tell him? I will get the men ready," said Rehai, retreating behind the pelt door with his hand on his face.

All the while, Isik remained bewildered. It was as if everyone had been sprouting a second head as he looked at them, one by one. Until a pair of hands landed on his shoulders, massaging them.

“We are getting a new home, Iseek."

“…"

Silence.

Isik tried to comprehend the situation. His brain ran. His ears twitched. His tail smacked the ground, projecting little fluff strands.

“What?"

“The Elders approved we need a new home for you, Isik. And they built a new one near the Pyramid. You will see, it is a nice home for us," said Rehu.

“B-But… I am… Fine here," said Isik, though fine was more like being stuck in one place.

The Pit was comfortable enough. Though, the stones started to bother him whenever he rolled and twisted, sometimes digging in his skin rolls.

But it was fine and personal. And familiar. And his place.

“Iseek. This place is too small. And Rehai never expected us to stay so long, or for his home to become… What it is."

Rehu would not say it, but Isik had the word at his tongue tip: a Brothel.

although would a Brothel still be qualified as one when there were only two whores, and one of them handling the organization?

Finally, Isik sighed as he watched the cohort of Komodo Dragons enter the room with… hammers?

Isik's brows lifted further and further. But as high as they lifted, his jaw dropped when the first Komodo Dragon hit one wall with his hammer, followed by a second hit.

“What are they doing?!" shouted Isik, his heart beating faster as they sent dust and fragments everywhere.

“The… Door is too small for you, Iseek," said Rehu, still, while he nodded to the other attendants leaving for the moment.

“Urgh… Are you saying I'm fat?"

“No, you are not fat."

A lie. If Isik was described as big, that was an understatement. Isik was massive. Isik was… Well, such a pregnant Eslan it was putting shame on any rearing mother across the modern world. In his situation, it was obvious Isik was more a large pregnant belly with limbs and himself strapped to it. His belly had grown to such proportion it had to be lifted whenever he wanted to fuck.

And if he were to let it go, it would fill the entire pit by its presence.

He was lucky he was exempted from sores thanks to the Idol. But that state of constant pregnancy left him with little room to move. And such a size, it was apparent the door could not be enough and the nearest wall had to be taken down.

Still, Isik was not happy as he drummed on his belly, watching them working while Rehu whispered sweet nothings to ease him.

“You'll see. It has everything you need. A bigger bedroom. Larger doors to get you out regularly. A room so Reho can receive the males who want a turn with you. The Reshis will be closer, too, so it will be easier for your nightly meal. And you know what's best?"

“What?"

“There's a bed in the pit so I can sleep on it, and you'll have my balls as pillows."

“Hrmphh… That's too good to be true," whined Isik. It had to be… yet, as the wall crumbled, there was Rehai with a cohort of Komodo Dragons with a litter hefted by a dozen males. A dozen powerful males, bearing almost no traces of fat on their firm bodies, as they approached, passing by the makeshift door to put the litter down.

“Careful with our Eslan! I do not want to hear any complaints from him! None!"[I]

[/I]Rehai's orders were clear while Isik watched the muscular Komodo Dragons working like one entity. All at once, they rushed inside the bedroom and started to approach the pit. A few others were rushing to Isik's clothes and personal trinkets. Nothing was to be left after their passage, no traces of the sashes, the dream-catchers Isik lovingly fashioned, nothing about the crochets and needles he used before.

In one swoop, his life and presence in the room were removed.

In a similar fashion, Rehai had the Komodo Dragons slip the litter underneath Isik as they lifted the Feline.

Their powerful fingers dug into his round belly, careful not to press against the eggs beneath. Isik's eggs might have a strong shell, but they would not stand against a Komodo Dragon's strength. Lest many who worked and huffed together, shouting as one, to heft Isik's belly.

Isik, who gritted his teeth, trying not to be too overwhelmed by the manifold touches over his body yet linked with no pleasure. His eyes darted to the different males, eyeing him with deference and interest. He observed as they were curious to hear the sloshing coming from Isik's breasts, so profuse they would never stop producing milk. Or even concerned by the faint “[I]tink"[/I] from the eggs rolling inside Isik's guts and hitting one another.

Oh, they were loud. Oh they were so loud yet the sound kept echoing until the Komodo Dragons stopped and released their hold on Isik's folds. They released the skin and fur, leaving behind a few sore spots as they had to grip him to secure him to not drop Isik at some moments.

Yet, he was placed on the litter on his back with some cushion to keep his torso upright.

“Urgh… Is… Is it done?" he asked, feeling pained and frustrated as the Komodo Dragons moved to leave the room, replaced by another set of men who gripped the litter by the poles extending from it. Even with Isik's current weight, it seemed the structure was capable of bearing the weight by being pliable enough. Not too much, but enough to have the reed creak and the poles to bend slightly as he was forced to turn and… Well… See the village again.

“Be more careful! Our Eslan is very important!" shouted Rehai, waving one arm while pointing at one pole. “Go there! Help Nuhak!"

A younger Komodo Dragon, a young adult, one of Isik's children rushed to help. It was then it hit Isik. Most of the Komodo Dragons helping him were elders, or Komodo Dragons from the former generation. Only a few of his children were among the lot.

His eyes wandered left and right, finding faces that were from… All the villages? Even from the furthest ones at the mountains' base. It was an effort from all the Villages as he was finally outside and able to see the same perfect weather.

In fact, the breeze and fresh air outside was almost different and better. It did bring along the scents of the flowers growing all over Rehai's house, of the potted plants standing near the pathway leading out of the front garden. It had, too, the scent from the distant ocean and even a few sulfuric touches from the other side of the Stone-wall delineating one portion of the valley and village.

A perfume that tingles Isik's nose as he turns his head left and right.

The nearest houses were the same, belonging to the Elders, although the flower arrangements and the decorations, from the tapestries and mats, indicated new Elders had been selected. But… The further Isik craned his neck and tried to look around, away, the more he saw… Well. The Village's growth.

It had expanded in his absence, or rather in his immobility. The terraces were still too far, but he could see how, on the opposite side, the houses were starting to crop up and gain ground against the forest. The wide fallow gardens were turned into new stone houses that were on the verge of being inhabited. The forest had stepped back, too, with the trees being cut down and pushed away, though many more had been integrated into the town, cropping amidst the sea of stone and canopies as little leafy, green blotches. Blotches that were to grow over the years, no different than those that stretched above the Pyramid, bringing shade over the river source if only partially.

However, what caught Isik's eyes as he saw the Sun almost at its Zenith, the light unhindered by clouds, were… Faces.

Faces, so many more faces.

The first time he was led to the Pyramid, the Snow Leopard remembered how the Komodo Dragons flocked the streets and decorated them with festoons and lights, and… There were banquets and people rushing from across the islands yet they formed a cohesive presence that mainly coalesced around the streets he was to follow, to the pyramid.

This time, however, it was different.

The crowding Komodo Dragons were younger, smaller. But in return, they completed it in number. As far as Isik's eyes could tell as he looked in different directions, in the adjacent streets, the Komodo Dragons were there. They painted in black scales the tiniest alleys and formed spots sitting on rooftops and waving at him.

All the while, they shouted, they smiled, they danced, they played music, they formed such a joyful crowd.

Paraded as he was, Isik barely heeded Rehai's instruction until he felt one thing land on him. One petal. Red and white. Isik's eyes looked up at the sky above, still empty. Then at the Komodo Dragons who had climbed on the Reshis' inns or the watermill. From their position, they were throwing flowers at the cohort who looked radiating and joyous, too. Not only the carriers, putting up a tough front against the efforts, but Rehai, too. No… Rehu, too, as he followed. Rehu… Reho. Ashi and Ashe who were often around to discuss with Isik and who were among the many carrying his possessions.

They smiled, waved at the young Komodo Dragons, the new generation that was answering with joyful cries and jumping and down.

There was even a moment when a trio of Hatchlings squeezed through the cordon made by the adults. They ran around Isik and his porters, chased soon after by a Shaman. However, despite the danger, everyone laughed. Isik first.

Hilarity ensued, followed by more gifts.

Whence the flowers stopped, it was to be replaced with floral necklaces thrown half-hazardly. Many carriers were soon neck-deep, literally, with flowers of all origins and whose colors were contrasting with their scales.

Then, once the floral compositions were done, it was pearls. Pearl collars. Or precious gems, all strung up and thrown as if it would result in something. But the parade continued, even though the further they went, the more Isik noticed they were not going to the Pyramid.

“Where are we going?" asked the Snow Leopard, looking at one house whose entire facade had been repainted to represent a tidal wave from the side. The foam, the likeness to the water, captivated Isik before he returned to Rehu.

“Our house is near," chuckled Rehu, reminding Isik of where they were supposed to go.

The Snow Leopard felt stupid, but chuckled. Again, more Hatchlings squeezed through the cordons with flutes and drums. Instead of running around and into the carriers' legs, they formed another addition to the cohort. One Shaman tried to stop them, but Isik hand-waved him away, much to the kids' delight. And they started to play one old song. They were not very good at this, but the crowd clapped and even the carriers started to sway alongside the music, while Rehu and the ones in the back picked up the notes by humming.

Isik, too, hummed.

It was an old song dedicated to the Eslani: of the great joy of having new life after many deaths, of how life was to prevail against death, of the hope that was to be kept.

It was not solemn, and the bouncing from the playing Hatchlings were an integral part as much as the notes they played.

On a different occasion, Isik would have joined them and danced with his sashes flowing around him.

However, he could not.

This stung a bit, but he was satisfied enough to admire the sheer joy his presence brought and he clapped along before he heard another hymn.

Someone close caught his attention as they passed the workshops and ateliers forming the Village's core. Already, the squares were more numerous, and the vines were growing everywhere. Over the years, the Komodo Dragons had even started to install wooden supports outstretched between the houses to let plants grow on them, an idea Isik appreciated as they passed under an arch looking like a fire from the blooming red flowers.

Yet, instead of landing in a typical street or square, Isik was blown away by… What would be his home.

A square had been undone and the fountains refitted as by passing under the arch, Isik was welcomed into a massive garden near the village center. More arches between the houses indicated passageways leading to this garden that was populated with tall trees kept from the squares, with ponds placed nearby and into which were growing lily-pads and all sorts of aquatic plants.

Somehow, the Komodo Dragons even built a Japanese rock garden in the southern corner, with plates indicating the paths the Komodo Dragons were to follow to cross through it without breaking the delicately formed spirals.

But why would they cross?

The reason why was the house at the center. The edifice was low, for Komodo Dragons' standards, but completed by a tall tiled roof that stood in contrast against the blocky Komodo Dragons' houses. Many paths joined the house and the roofed wooden path surrounding it.

“Is this? Ours?" asked Isik, looking at the foundation and base made with a stone block. However, the rest of the structure was a mix of architecture from all the villages: whether from the bricks used to form the walls, the stone pillars sprouting from the ground and supporting the roof's edges as well as the entrance.

The inspiration came from many cultures, from Isik's descriptions of how the windows were large and round with reeds used as blinds. The main door was double, though sliding open by one of the Hunters ushering the Cohort inside.

Inside… Well, each wall had been either repainted to show a canvas of nature in its rawest depiction, or by tapestries depicting Isik's arrival and growth. Potted plants, surely from Rehai, were hanging from the wood ceiling and the beams outstretched above. But there were no tools there, as everything was placed on the tables and drawers inside the main room that formed less than a quarter of the house. However, a hearth had been built in the ground, surrounded by red bricks that formed a contrast against the waxed ochre wood.

A few cushions had been set aside but could be placed around the fire should one need it. Moreover, cutlery and cooking pots were kept in one corner, hinting someone could live inside and it was not only decoration. Yet, this was only one room. Isik could see a few sliding doors on the side, with rails that had been dug into the wood.

But he was uncertain where those doors would lead as he was directed toward the opposite side of the room. Circumventing the hearth, the Snow Leopard was ushered into another room that had… A similar bed or breeding pit as he had before. It was cushioned, filled with mats and pillows, deep by a few inches with cushioned stairs. However, there were straps attached to the ceilings, dangling. Surely, they were there to heft Isik up. No… More than that, the corners of the room were filled with dressers and even had a closet in which people stored Isik's sashes and clothes made by the Komodo Dragons.

But the prize was on the other side of the room. It was made so the entire wall could slide open. Practically, it meant anyone could enter Isik's room but nobody would force themselves upon him anymore, it was something he had managed to take from Rehai.

However, as he nodded at the approaching Hatchling, they opened the wall and Isik could see the garden behind the house and feel the breeze. Behind, a pond had been dug up around a single tree forming a tiny island. All the while, bushes and shrubs formed a sort of protection against a nearby entrance while letting Isik have a natural view and an entrance that could breathe fresh air inside his bedroom. Something he often ranted about in Rehai's home.

All in all, the Komodo Dragons had planned everything to make the place as welcoming and comfortable for Isik… Enough for the Snow Leopard to smile, wholeheartedly at the wall of Komodo Dragons looking at him with expectation.

Would he be disappointed? Would he accept this?

In answer, Isik offered them his glittering teeth. Being offered a house was something he did not expect. Yet, they had been so thoughtful about his needs. Even the breeding pit had less depths, giving him more room to wiggle around and the straps… Well, he had been telling the Komodo Dragons he wanted some help to move around with their presences… This… Was a gift.

A profound and generous gift he accepted as he opened his arms and beckoned Rehu closer.

“Thanks for all this," said Isik, his voice high and excited as he had Rehu come by, kneeling and hugging Isik, soon to be joined by everyone he could call his friends and family.

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Jean… Frowned. He frowned as he tried to massage the headache out of his brain, with his hands on his temples. Yet, for the moment, the pain had not subsided. Neither the sensation he was lost in a fever dream.

His mind tried to make sense of all the events that had happened to him. But the succession of them was improbable. Impossible even for him to string together.

A few hours ago, he was scuba-diving with his family. One moment, he was among the reefs surrounded by fishes. A moment later, he felt yanked by a current and brought away… No. So far away, he could no longer see his family. More than that, yanked under water until… Until he drowned or felt like it.

It was through sheer luck he awoke in a bed, on a soft fur mattress, with his scuba gear away. However, his… Situation was worse.

“Eslan erawu lesen!" said one of the massive and mostly nudist Komodo Dragons, entering the wooden hut with two plates.

That man, as he was evidently one with his genitals dangling between his legs like two oversized boulders, seemed generous. But Jean, despite learning the language of the locals, could not understand any of what he said. Moreover, they kept using that name… Eslan. Eslan.

Whatever it meant.

“Oui oui. Si tu le dis," he grumbled, returning to his native roots while he received the bowl. The Komodo Dragon's meals were often meat with some stew or a few roasted plants. Today, it was something similar to pork meat with leaves looking like lettuce. Overall, it was bland as it lacked salt and proper herbs… But Jean accepted it and gnawed at the meat, satisfied to have something in his stomach and not to slowly wither away.

However, there were still a few… Questions that remained.

And once his host left with his plates, Jean looked around. Of his gear, there were no traces. He had tried to look around the small hut but his host wouldn't let him. No scuba, no suit. It was as if he had been brought here naked, and the idea didn't please the Grizzly Bear.

He frowned, his brown eyes almost hiding under his thick eyelids while he went back to examining his right leg. When he woke up, it felt like he had broken that leg. But only after a few days, did it seem like a minor injury, nothing serious though Jean was careful not to put all his weight on that leg as he pushed on the ground and stood up.

His balance was… Precarious.

Yet, he stepped onward with tingling in his leg and pushed against the pelt door. He saw what he only got a glimpse at before.

Outside the hut was a village located on some plains. Or so he thought as he looked around. Right in front of the house, a large green expanse leading to a green-covered mountain welcomed Jean. But as soon as he turned, he saw more houses with Komodo Dragons walking around, surrounded by children, who yapped and clicked their tongues while begging for attention.

A village. He was in a village with locals, and so… almost stunned, Jean walked. He walked forward, raising one hand to face the first Komodo Dragon that wasn't his host: a large male carrying a basket full of exotic fruits Jean had never seen.

“Hey… Can you… Help me?"

“Eslan eseru! Ipchi! Seke Il!"

With the clicking tongue, the adult turned to the smaller Komodo Dragons, who yapped back and ran, stumbling on their feet and tails, to search for someone or something. Jean… Was starting to regret. So he turned, twisted, and as he was starting to run, he bumped into something.

“Eslan!"

The voice was deep, rumbling, clicking… But as Jean shook his head and tried to make sense of the situation, on his posterior, he saw the Komodo Dragon in front of him. It… A female? No. Definitely a male with his enormous nuts dangling in a leather pouch. But for once, he saw what looked like the beginning of a femininity in the search of generous breasts held in a sort of bra made of purple-dyed fabric. A… Surprise. More so as that Komodo Dragon offered Jean… A paper?

The Bear blinked at the uncanny presence, but it was paper. Paper, a bit yellow, crumbled, but paper and someone wrote on it.

[I]“Hello stranger.

You must be surprised about this place. I cannot explain much in writing. But you can trust Rehu. I gave him his message and he will guide you to me to answer all your questions.

Ps: Don't eat anything with fish."

[/I]Jean's eyes scanned the text. It was short, someone had scribbled everything quickly, with the words not even aligned. But it was English. Something he could understand as he looked at the Komodo Dragon smiling at him, expectantly.

“Rehu?" asked Jean, watching the tinge of recognition in those red eyes. “Do you understand me?"

For a moment, Jean hoped there would be someone to talk to. Someone who would explain to him where he was, what had happened to him. He wanted it so bad.

Yet, he only got as an answer a “Rehu" with the Komodo Dragon pointing at himself.

So much for understanding.

Then followed the usual speech and tongue-clicking Jean was getting used to while a crowd was starting to flock all around. Tiny Komodo Dragons at the front, but older too… And all, wearing nothing except what looked like “balls pouch" or leather strapped to the Komodo Dragons' nuts. At least, for the adults who looked cut between young-looking and… old. Extremely so.

[I]“[/I]Can you get me to this person?" asked Jean, pointing to the paper.

“Eslan seche si."

“Eslan… Fuck, what or who does it mean?"

Only more blabbering though this time, “Rehu" was glancing at his fellows and talking to them. Was he? … Explaining something?

In contrast, Jean stayed behind and watched the large Komodo Dragon, and almost one whose genitals were rubbing on the ground, going on a talk before he turned to Jean, with one hand extended.

“Iseek there."

“I seek? There? What the hell?"

“Iseek… Iseek. There," said Rehu, pointing in one direction, toward the Jungle.

“… There."

A jungle.

Jean…. Was not fond of them. Not that he did not have the means to cross one. He was burly, with broad shoulders, from being a rugbyman. His shoulders square, his legs powerful, he had a build that could be comparable to the Komodo Dragons except for their humongous height and size.

His brown fur was clean, even though the hair atop his head dearly needed a cut as they were dropping on all sides of his head. He was not… Weak or looking so.

But he was not in the perfect shape to stroll through a jungle with his bits out. Yet, in the end, that's what he had to do.

He followed Rehu after a one-sided conversation, or with two-sides unable to communicate, until the Bear relented and followed under the canopy.

But his experience was different from what he expected. Sure, he imagined himself under a canopy, with shrubs, bushes, and all sorts of plants blocking his path. He even expected walls of vines blocking the path ahead where he would have to cut through with his claws.

Instead, there was nothing.

No… It was a stroll.

The path under the canopy was delineated by recently erected walls. The gray stone had been cut recently, too. Little stone, and unlit, lanterns were placed at regular intervals. However, the road they followed was older. The jutting stones were covered with mosses and vines, some were even pulled free from the vines growing around or the roots underneath. There was a contrast Jean noted but ignored as he desired answers. He had to follow Rehu to get to whomever had written that text.

As they progressed, however, Jean saw branching paths, left and right, delving further in the forest. Yet, “Rehu" continued right ahead with a certainty in his steps. A certainty that was reassured when Jean started to meet other Komodo Dragons walking on the road, carrying wooden backpacks and baskets filled with rocks, or stones, or fishes, or… Well, it could be anything and the Bear was not prying into their lives, though each Komodo Dragon eyed the Grizzly Bear up and down.

In return, there was… Something Jean began to notice. He had not seen any females among the Komodo Dragons.

None. Only males.

A curiosity that continued as they left after what felt like hours. Somehow, Rehu seemed unbothered and, well, Jean had to take breaks for his leg. He had to rest, sit down, and catch his breath before they went back and continued… Until the Jungle started to change.

The trees ahead were no longer growing so close together, and the undergrowth itself was changing… Going from tall trees to… An orchard?

The transition was slow, but noticeable after a while as the number of Komodo Dragons kept increasing and there were almost an army working in the field. Well, not an army. But enough to drive Jean crazy to see such a large population… Composed only with males.[I]

[/I]Moreover, a few huts were placed along the road with more of those Reptiles sitting, cooking, and glancing at the two walking the path. Their clicking tongues indicated they were talking about something, but neither “Rehu" answered, nor Jean as he tried not to overthink or translate.

However, he needed a translator.

Or he would have gladly gotten someone capable of answering his every question as one stone arch, covered with vines, sprouted ahead. The stone and wood were recently erected, with stone pillars and a wooden plate attached with… Well, written signs Jean could not understand.

But the importance was not the arch but what followed.

For the last few minutes, they had been climbing and ascending, on a slight slope. But through the Orchard, Jean could peer at stone walls barely concealed by trees.

Walls that turned into tall buildings, all made of stone and supported by wood pillars. From the top of the stairs, a flight down below, the Grizzly Bear looked at the valley expanding before his eyes.

Or what he assumed to be as he glanced at numerous houses spreading ahead and on the sides, stopping only to meet a natural wall at the opposite end. Wooden beams sprouted from the edifices, used as support, allowing the presence of multiple stories joined by exterior staircases. Moreover, despite everything being made from stones, confirmed by his slow descent, there was a variation in colors.

From canopies, yes. From plants, yes. From paint, yes. But the further they descended, the more they encountered new styles. A few houses were built from bricks, whose colors shifted depending on the current height or to mimic lower wall panellings, but outside.

In general, the architecture was very blocky, but variation and differences appeared in the form of patios, extensions with sloped roofs, in suspended gardens, and so on. There was a sense of amazement, too, in watching one house made not from white stone but granite or something looking like sandstone.

It felt almost like home for Jean as he saw, with the descent, the apparition of squares and meeting plazas. In the former, young Komodo Dragons played or chatted while watched over by their versized and aging peers. In the latter, there were discussions animated by clicking tongues and waving arms when they were not eating on the ground or mats, their voices singing a strange tongue.

And as Rehu and Jean continued, the plazas turned into outdoor restaurants or art shops open for the Komodo Dragons to visit and laze around. And there were many. There was now a clear difference in demographics, the Grizzly Bear noticed that a large chunk of the population was young, quite so. The old guard was plainly bigger and way older, showing age by their careful movements.

Rehu? He was in the middle, it seemed. But also an oddity with his body that was more feminine with his covered breasts, yet masculine. None seemed bothered by it or that detail, Jean pondered, as their paths arrived at an arch.

That one was made with wood with blooming vines attached and growing on it. The red flowers were almost tantalizing to see, to admire, but as Jean's eyes drifted away, he was welcomed by the largest garden in that small and growing city.

One portion, on his right, seemed walled off by bushes and shrubs. But the rest formed an oasis of calm and tranquility amidst the multi-story houses. A contrast completed by the different ponds they walked nearby, Rehu and Jean, while following the stone path set in advance.

Jumping from slab to slab, Jean watched a few Hatchlings sleeping in the shade of a tree, or even one Komodo Dragon looking just like Rehu, except for the lack of breasts, cutting the bushes with a scissor, whistling to himself.

If it hadn't been for the lack of clothes, everything would have passed like a typical town. Yet, as the stone path ended, Jean and Rehu jumped on the covered walkway surrounding the sole construction at the garden's center. They followed, the structure passing from stone to wood and back to stone as they formed the walls. Rehu and Jean walked around until they arrived at the main entrance.

It seemed like it was the most important place… And so… His interlocutor was there? Was he someone extremely important?

Still, Jean followed inside the large house, finding a hearth around which ate a few Komodo Dragons, again looking just like Rehu and smiling at him. They extended a bowl to Rehu and Jean, one filled with something looking like rice with slabs of meat atop it.

But Jean refused as his nose wrinkled, there was a foul odor. Or rather, something he had also smelled from the horny roommates he had as a young adult.

“What the fuck?" he asked. And more as he looked at the tapestries. They depicted something that wasn't a Komodo Dragon but… A feline? Yet, the gray-furred Snow Leopard looked like… Well, closer to a sphere in it. Round body, round face, round arms, and smiling. Would it be his interlocutor? A replete female with a round belly and… 8 large mounds, tits?

Still, Jean followed Rehu toward the sliding door at the opposite side of the entrance.

And… Well, as Rehu pushed the door open and Jean was ushered in, the Grizzly Bear was gobsmacked.

He saw a shape covered with gray fur decorated with black rosettes, just like on the tapestries. However, the sheer size and volume, the rotundness made it look like a blob of flesh and fur the Komodo Dragons, almost a dozen, were rolling.

More, too, joined as they narrowly pushed Jean aside and stumble into the shallow but cushioned pit. He stood on his knees, watching the inside of the pit covered with wool sheets, clean, and smelling like vanilla.

Then, he looked as he saw the Komodo Dragons clicking their tongues and moving as one.

“Huh?" he mouthed, unable to tell anything more as he looked at the Komodo Dragons pulling something from the ceiling and the outstretched beams beneath it.

From there, they pulled what looked like at least a dozen ropes attached to a sort of harness composed of three main parts. The first part had straps attached to a leather square, probably used to be on someone's back, while the straps would go around the collarbones, the arms, and the shoulders. That same part was then slid away from Jean's sight.

The second piece, however, was more puzzling as it had a long leather cut piece, probably made to support someone's spine. However, from it, eight large loops were dangling and sewn to that central piece. Each loop had some wool padding on it, growing thicker the further it went from the central leather piece. And that piece went at the top of furry blob.

Then, there was the last part, which completed the trio. That one was again a piece of leather. However, attached to it looked like stockings. Thin stockings made of purple fabric that were… Passed over a pair of legs, then fastened around them?

Legs? A pair of legs? Attached to that massive thing?

Jean tried to make sense of what he saw as he observed the Komodo Dragons place the middle part at the top, passing the rings over some fleshy parts, almost bulbous parts, to that body made of flesh and fur and skin… And whatever his mind tried to comprehend.

He watched each loop being strapped and then secured around what looked like breasts that were easily bigger than his own head. He watched how the loops were digging into them and how the wool paddings slipped under each breast, bolstering them, supporting them, lifting them before, underneath each breast, a leather pad was attached to hold the breasts' underside fully. That way, each one, each form, was properly propped up and put forth… Before more Komodo Dragons worked to massage and apply cream to them.

Beyond that, Rehu simply… Vanished behind the large form, while the Komodo Dragons kept working as one. Working and pulling on the straps, heaving while the kneeling and massaged Komodo Dragons continued to work. Slowly, the blob changed, and Jean watched the legs be lifted, but the heft, the main mass, remained pressing on the ground. Steadily, however, with the skin being pulled, eggs seemed to press and form underneath the skin… Visible.

Quite an odd sight completed by more Komodo Dragons placing a footrest at the pit's edge, again ushering Jean away while he watched the Komodo affix the footrest… No, the step stool to the wood with notches before they stepped away. And Jean continued his observation… And his surprise continued to grow.

“What is this?" he asked, out loud this time, watching the Komodo Dragons finishing hefting the form and starting to secure the ropes and the load. Finally, those young and fit Komodo Dragons left, leaving Jean surprised while another slew entered with little buckets they placed underneath each bolstered breasts while the massaging Komodo Dragons continued, and… Well, seemed to point nubs directly towards the buckets.

The moment after, the sound of liquid flowing filled the room as much as the sweetness of milk, the slight aroma of mint coming from the cream, and the irking feeling Jean was watching something that shouldn't be.

“Come up here! Stop talking to my ass!"

Jean felt blood rush to his face at the remark. Was he looking at someone's ass all that time? Sure enough, with the lower harness having a support placed right above the form's waist and tail, with stockings sewn to it. Stockings themselves with more straps and ropes attached to lift the form's waist out of the way. But not without hiding those cheeks, from stopping to access them once you climbed on the step stool, or to see the genitals.

Not feminine genitals. No, male genitals. With a cock that was at least thirteen inches, dangling against the belly and almost squeezed against the honeydew-melons-sized nuts… Yet, both details were not as impressive as the naturally yawning and gaping hole from which already crowned an egg.

Egg laying?

Unable to peel his eyes away, Jean continued to walk and watched the form.

Each loop, sewn to the central part of the harness, was indeed forming a sort of bra with the lower part slightly digging into the skin while leather patches were used to support the volume of those milk-churning tits.

Tits that were milked, massaged, pressed, stroked, worshiped by the slew of Komodo Dragons who filled buckets after buckets, using even their mouths to press on the nipples Jean assumed to be nubs.

Nipples that were so oversized, Jean would have a hard time getting even a third of one in his mouth.

Yet, the Komodo Dragons worked diligently, almost like an industry, unbothered as more of them moved around, checked the loops were not chafing the skin too much… Or ensured the main harness, the central part, was not overworked or about to break. Even though, it seemed and appeared clear the harness solely existed to heft only a part of the body. Not the belly itself, but only the limbs, the back, the breasts… The collarbone. The neck. The head.

Head… Head Jean could finally see as the individual appeared, the upper part of the harness wrapped over their back and shoulder blades. All the while, straps had been passed around the shoulders, the arms, the collarbone, and the upper part of the chest that hadn't been integrated into that over-swollen belly or those supernumerary breasts.

But that face, that head, that individual, had his face rubbing against Rehu's scrotum. Rubbing, licking, and almost huffing… Uncaring from the strange situation that individual was in. Strapped… With the back part of his body, almost his entire body except for the belly, hefted and in equilibrium while worshiped and pleased.

Yet, that Feline was… Rubbing his face against Rehu's, the top of his head squeezed underneath Rehu's unleashed breasts, with a wide grin that sometimes popped up during the moment. Before it all stopped, and a variegated gaze landed on Jean.

“Hello. The name's Isik. Hope it wasn't too long of a walk for you."

“Sa mère la p-?"

Jean literally stumbled back, feeling light-headed as the realization hit him. Yup. It was another living being. Yes, someone who could talk to him. But that body, swollen with eggs… No. It was so much.

“Sekri! Fetch our guest a cushion!" shouted Isik, his tongue clicking? Somehow, Jean could understand him and so did the Komodo Dragons as one of them brought Jean a cushion though the Grizzly didn't know what to do with it… Rather, he hugged the fabric smelling like vanilla.

He looked at it… Then at the Snow Leopard. Then at Rehu. Then back at the cushion.

“Am I tripping or something?"

Rehu talked, though his voice was but a clicking noise.

“No. He's asking if he's high. Nobody gave him the ritual fish, right?" asked the Snow Leopard, laughing and poking at Rehu's belly, who answered with a genuine laugh. And more clicking.

“No. The day I let it go, it's when I'll see your father one last time to kick him in the nuts! So much for-"

“Where am I?"

The Snow Leopard paused and stared at Jean. Then he shrugged, as much as someone immobile and buried in breasts and balls could.

“Don't know."

“What? I was diving and then… Then I woke up on this island? Surrounded by naked Komodo Dragons! What is this place?" asked Jean, tightening his grip.

“Lucky you. I was shipwrecked. I had to survive alone for an entire day," replied Isik, rubbing his head against Rehu's balls, almost motoring and boating them.

“Can you stop?" asked Jean, glancing away with a slight blush. But Rehu aided his side, clicking his tongue.

“No. Even if Rehu is sorry you are embarrassed by it. It's an old habit, and it helps me with my heat," said the Snow Leopard.

“Your heat?"

“How do you think I got so big?" Isik gestured towards the rest of his body in all its enormity.

“You're…"

Jean scrounged his face, looking at Isik's shape.

“I am a broodmother here, or father, I guess. I promise, I can explain it to you. But you must listen. I'd hate to be cut off in the middle of my explanation."

And explain, they did. Isik went over his arrival, how he met Rehu, how he became the Eslan, how he was impregnated and forced to bear the eggs, and then accepted it. They went over the multiple pregnancies, over the incest Jean could and would not gloss over. And finally, over the last few years.

Rehu became the Shaman after his Father passed away, leaving Reho as the minder for Isik, though he mainly handled the requests. Ever since, Rehu and Isik had been working together to improve the villages' infrastructures. The Snow Leopard was even proud of himself as he reintroduced the steel tools to the entire population.

From his house in the middle of the Village, Isik took the role of a leader with Rehu's help. Thanks to Rehu's mobility, they started the expansions… Leading to this moment, to this situation as Jean was sitting on the cushion he had been given, eating a stew he had been offered by one of the Reshis. Outside, the Sun had started its long descent, nearing the evening.

The different Komodo Dragons worked and went in tandem, many working to milk Isik's tits while a few were dedicated to collecting the eggs. Some were applying a minty cream on Isik's parts, supposedly to help him with the heat.

“There's no fish in it, right?" asked Jean, glancing at the marinated stew with its strong gamey smell.

“No fish," said Isik, still pressed against Rehu's genitals and slowly spoonfed. However, as Rehu clicked his tongue, Isik frowned.

“A problem?" asked Jean.

“Something Rehu reminded me. Even if you ate the ritual fish, you'd only be terribly sick."

“S-Sorry?" sputtered Jean, swallowing hard and erasing a tear.

More tongue clicking from Rehu, and a shaking head.

“Hmm. I don't get it all. It's some explanation, Rehai parted with him. But there's one Eslan? Me? So… The ritual fish won't do anything to you, at least turn you into something like me," explained Isik, grimacing. “So.. No. The fishes are fine that way at least."

“That's… Reassuring," mumbled Jean, frowning. “But there's still the problem of leaving. I'm stuck here with you. I have a home. A family… You know?"

“So did I," answered Isik, slurping the stew. “I'm stuck here, too, if you have not noticed. A Hell of a lot more than you!"

Another tongue clicking from Rehu, who smiled and stroked Isik's forehead.

“Well. It's not so bad with you, though. But he's like me when I arrived. He needs to be reassured," said Isik, extending one hand upward to stroke Rehu's breasts, poking at them and the white bead forming at the tip.

“I am here…"

Isik scoffed and chuckled.

“Yes. But you know, you are lucky!"

“Why's that?"

“Because you're not an Eslan, you've got a friend in me, and…" Isik started, looking toward Rehu's breasts, who talked again. “And Rehu confirmed we have been building a few boats. The Idol might block us from leaving, but not you. What about you take some rest and we'll continue tomorrow?"

By that, Jean looked to the left. The door to the gardens was open, showing the place under a new light as it was almost night time. The lights from distant lamps could be seen, as much as the oil lantern dangling on the ceiling above Isik.

For a moment, Jean pondered… Then, he sighed.

“Fine. I'll rest."

“Good," said Isik, joining his hand. “REHO! GET HIM A ROOM!"

With a shout, the stubby and roundish Komodo Dragon appeared. Despite the difference in body, whether in tits or belly, Rehu and Reho were alike. And though Reho clicked his tongue to talk at Jean, he stopped once he realized the Bear could not understand him and merely guided him to an adjacent bedroom with an already set reed mat. The decoration was minimal, with a few trinkets dangling from the ceiling and the smell of drying leaves coming from a nearby chest.

That night… Well, Jean slept rather badly. Not as bad as if he'd been sleeping on a stone bed or outside, but bad enough he grumbled as he stepped outside the given bedroom to see a group of Komodo Dragons sitting around the hearth. They ate what remained of the stew in the cauldron along with fruits that looked like brownish oranges.

The appearance was… Less than appetizing but Jean was not beyond eating them. He sat by the Komodo Dragons, received one fruit cut and bit into it. The flavor was intense, sugary, sweeter than typical oranges. And the tanginess was just enough to get him awake.

As he swallowed, the Grizzly Bear looked around at the tapestries. No, more than that, at the shelves filled with herbs and plants… he looked at the table where one of the Reshi was happily cutting some roots he was adding to a large pile while a few more Komodo Dragons, younger and leaner, were preparing a paste.

But as he glanced at the Komodo Dragons sitting or even waiting outside the main door, Jean noticed they were not the same Komodo Dragons he saw before. And when Reho approached, there was always one leaving and another joining. Reho and the new guy would go to Isik's room, and… Well. At one moment, there was even a change as Reho called in two males at once. The smallest ones.

“What is all this?" asked Jean to himself, pushing on his legs and approaching the room. He knocked at it, frowned at the lack of answer except for faint moans. And the Grizzly Bear finally opened the door, only to be hit by a wave of odors. Sweat. Sex. Cum. Oh, they all came and smacked Jean's nose as he covered it.

But he couldn't cover his eyes and ears all the same as he watched Isik again in his harness, his entire body but his belly lifted, with his legs dangling. All the while, two Komodo Dragons balancing on the step stool were taking him. Or so assumed Jean as he watched and heard the two males rocking their hips and hitting, their balls clapping loudly against Isik's while cum poured in all directions.

Oh, it smelled a lot. Oh, it reeked. The fluids, the semen, was running along Isik's spent and drippy cock while the Snow Leopard moaned loudly, unable to resist the pleasure of being taken by two cocks at once working in tandem.

Their bodies moved with precision, yet the Komodo Dragons' faces were marked by the utter pleasure they felt as they plundered Isik's ass, stuffed it… And added their own cream.

For a moment… Well, Jean was about to step back, but he heard it.

“Hey. Come here! Join us!"

English. Isik. It was no tongue clicking and a waved arm attracted Jean to approach, to circumvent the mass of stuffed eggs and currently milked, or suckled, breasts to approach Isik's face.

An Isik who, amusingly, had another Komodo Dragon sitting nearby with his immense balls ready to be used as a cushion, while he was sucking another Komodo Dragon, a young one, whose genitals were… Small?

Well. Small when it concerned Komodo Dragons was a relative notion. Jean was only five inches himself and couldn't compare. Still, he saw how Isik was sucking on the Komodo Dragons' small cock. He covered the foreskin, he had his tongue dancing on the cockhead, then over the veiny length. Jean… Well, he was red-faced before he saw Isik spitting the organ out. He smiled, glancing at his guest.

“Hey, Jean. Did you sleep well?" asked Isik, beaming, a small river of cum dripping off his face. He quickly stuck his tongue out to slurp it up.

“Uh…"

“Not so much, right? Don't worry, you'll get used to it. The first few nights, I couldn't sleep at all," explained Isik, patting the floor and inviting Jean to approach.

“You… Seem to know your deal. Where's Rehu?"

“Rehu? He went to check with the Idol and see if there is a way for you to leave. The Idol pulled you here for a reason, even if you are no Eslan… So… Rehu wants to send you back."

“Not you?"

“Not me?"

“You don't want to leave, too?"

Isik stopped and scrunched his nose. He gestured with a hand, signaling the other Komodo Dragon to approach to let his head rest on that scrotum. Supposedly, it was to help with Isik's heat. He had other methods like that minty cream, or the usage of dildos, or cold towels, Isik said. But none seemed to work as well as being in proximity with Komodo Dragons' genitals. And motorboating someone's balls seemed to be one hell of a therapy.

“I don't know. Outside, people probably imagine I'm dead. If I come back, I leave all this behind, and for what? Just look at me? How do you expect me to leave? No. I'm better off here," said Isik, smiling. And genuinely so. “Plus… I'm sure the fashion style outside has gone to shit. Breast sashes are the best."

Somehow, the little joke eased off Jean as he continued to look. And hear. And smell. And observe Isik getting fucked in the early morning. The Snow Leopard looks way younger than he was, if his story was accurate. And Jean had little reason to doubt it.

Despite being stuck in one room with his oversized belly and breasts weighing him down, Isik seemed mainly unaffected by this immobility. And lived it rather well, almost like a massage… Even though the massage was far from being lovely and calm, and… Peaceful.

Behind Isik, the two Komodo Dragons were still at it, with their arms passed over one another as they seemed to sing and click their tongues in rhythm while they pummeled Isik's posterior. With each thrust, they sent a shiver through the Feline's body. With each push, they sent Isik's body forward. With each advance, they nearly yanked the tits out of the milkers' mouth and fingers.

Yet, they continued with a pace and a dedication that made sweat run down Jean's spine. He watched their hands run and cup Isik's posterior. They watched it stroke and explore the soft mounds that formed his cushiony and oversized posterior. They dug their digits into it. They smacked it, too.

None seemed bothered. None seemed affected as the two enraptured Komodo Dragons were in their corner, except… Well. Jean. Red-faced, the blood rushing to his cheeks, the Bear had been watching it while the conversation continued.

His eyes had been on the muscular bodies, covered with sweat, moving with a purpose and his ears twitched whenever the Reptiles' hefty nuts smacked that plumpy ass. He even gritted his teeth in anticipation, picking up the pace the two males were imposing onto everyone else.

He even held his breath as he watched their smiles, as he heard their breathing quicken.

Isik, too, was affected although he presented a tougher front.

The Snow Leopard seemed used to it, so trained in taking it, he offered a smile as he blew air through his nose whenever one of the Komodo Dragons' paces quickened or shifted. But he remained the same controlled self, the same welcoming one as the pressure grew and grew.

“Th-They-"

“A few more eggs," moaned Isik, glancing at the Grizzly Bear's genitals.

Not nearly as hung as the Komodo Dragons, Jean had still popped a boner. Blood rushed to his cut cock, revealing the bulbous and slick tip, the purple flesh almost going redder from the throb coursing through it. The same followed the veins, bulging beneath the skin, heavy with the man's needs as the breeding continued.

And Jean, despite his self-control, was biting his lips.

Sure, his love life had not been so great, so… perfect. Truth was, it had been a little while since he had wet his biscuit in someone else's. A little while? More like months of separation, and in which, this journey was to be a couple's therapy. No… Also one of the last vacations he had planned as their finances were dwindling.

But nothing had changed.

Nothing had changed.

And yet, everything, as he stood in someone else's house, watching an overly pregnant Snow Leopard getting stuffed by a duo of Komodo Dragons singing and shooting load after load inside the Feline's round belly.

A Feline who beckoned him closer with one digit and a smile, one Feline whose supple mouth seemed generous, tempting, addictive.

Those lips were not pulpy, but they had a gentle touch and contact when they stroked Jean's cock, as they passed over the firm cocktip, playing with where the frenum would be. They pushed against the swollen corona, then… Locked on the end, on the tip.

“Hmm… has it been a while?"

“A… While?" asked Jean, biting his lips. No, going as far as bringing one index to his mouth to bite while he looked at the Komodo Dragons around. They eyed them, but not in disgust or astonishment. They were curious. It seemed they had never seen two outsiders, never seen two interact, and so they seemed curious to see how it would play out.

They eyed the caresses from Isik's mouth on the cock, the way the Snow Leopard's lips closed on the tip to apply a suction. Heard the slurping sound as pressure was applied to Jean's organ. A pressure which grew stronger over the second, building up and leading to something else. To a tension inside the Bear's legs as he remained sitting by the Eslan.

He craned his neck, had his fingers digging inside his thighs. Oh, he relished the pleasure from having his cock sucked after so long. His cock was like a fire in that mouth… And those lips, that tongue, they played and teased, even better than his soon-to-be-ex.

The most delicate of caresses was sending Jean almost to the end.

It grew, it pressed, it advanced. Jean's hand hovered above Isik's head, the paw open and almost threatening. Then… Then… It landed on the Feline's cap, the little finger stroking the nape, and… He thrust.

No longer caring, Jean pushed onward. His little tail wagged behind him, right above his exposed posterior, while he fucked Isik's throat. He did not wait, he did not want it to stop, he did not allow Isik to stop.

Jean's mouth remained wide open as drool dripped all from his lips, encouraged by his thrusts and the distant smells, the distant gargles, the distant stroking.

He moaned, too.

He gruffed, no different.

He grunted, without equivocation.

He… Jean felt months and weeks and days and hours and minutes and seconds of unanswered pleasure. His scrotum tensed as in the silky mouth, his cock throbbed harder. No… Further than the silky mouth as he delved past the uvula and fucked that throat.

His paws on either side of Isik's head, he fucked that tender mouth, those lovely lips, and… Came.

Blissful climax. Perfect ejaculation. Ecstatic pleasure.

His eyelids fluttered. His fingers clenched around Isik's head. His legs tensed so much, even his toes clawed the air. And then, it stopped. All stopped when the movement stopped and he noted the silence all around.

The Komodo Dragons were all watching Jean, their eyes focused. And he… Was looking at them, his paws on the Feline's head.

Even the two Reptiles plunging inside Isik's asshole had stopped and frozen, watching and waiting for the Bear's reaction… For what he would say.

And he looked down, his fingers slow to pull away, somehow.

His breath was slowing down, heavy and heaving. The Bear peeled his digits one by one, their presence feeling like dead weights on his articulations. He released the nape, the ears, the temple. Then, he pulled back.

Slowly, the suction echoed within the room as Isik's lips released their grip. As the satisfied expression on Isik's face changed, as those jaws were pried open and a mix of saliva and throat-slime covered Jean's cock. Steadily, slowly, the Bear looked at his cock glistening with fluids. He… just fucked Isik's throat. He… Came.

Even now, a fat glob of cum started to form at the cocktip, as his cock still throbbed from anticipation. Jean huffed, looking at this. Then the tongue collecting cum at the tip. The tongue stroking it, coating the entire tip with saliva before… Before Jean scuttled back. His hands, his legs, he pushed and backed away as his cock dropped and released one white trail in the path he took.

The Grizzly Bear huffed and… He watched the surprised expression on Isik's face, on everyone else's. Were they truly… Unbothered? Unaffected? Did they not care?

He… Looked at himself, at his torso. At his arms and legs. His heartbeat quickened. His breathing, too. He huffed, looked around, looked at Isik, looked at them all.

“I- Need to get out. I… Will see for the ship."

“Reho," croaked Isik, his voice sore from the fucking. “Get him to Rehu."

But before Isik had finished his sentence, Jean had bolted out, his cock swinging between his legs.[I]

[/I]His mind raced as he stomped outside, leaving the room behind him. Yet, he heard steps following him. He marched away, passing a hand on his head to find his fur damp with sweat. With cold sweat that didn't change as he passed by the hearth, by the fire, by the entrance, and under the sun. Not… At all as he continued to hear the steps behind.

“Iseek ke-"

“I don't care!" snapped Jean, looking above his shoulders to see the pudgy Komodo Dragon following him. Reho, he assumed. But he looked way less… Impressive than Rehu, even as he stepped onward and… Well, beckoned Jean to follow.

In truth, there was nothing Jean could do. He could leave, he could run. But where? If Isik's words were right, there was no way to escape. Therefore… Therefore, Jean followed, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist.

What had he done? In front of all those Komodo Dragons. To Isik. To… His family. He cheated with one overly pregnant Feline. More than that, he… He enjoyed it.

He had his vows, he had been so thorough with his wife. Yet, now… He was surrounded by men and fucking one like it was nothing. There was something wrong with Jean. That Island must be cursed.

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Over the days that followed, Jean tried to avoid Isik. Whenever he got the opportunity to do so, without Reho asking for him, Jean would slink away through the main door. He would pass by the Komodo Dragons eating their fills before a long day of fucking and working to help Isik, would pass by the few gardeners keeping the property clean and proper…

And he would continue with the path ahead, descending the road towards the center of the village.

There, it was… Rather a choice on the spur of the moment, though he sometimes walked up the valley to see the orchards or turned left towards the terraces.

But he was always… Limited. If he so desired to leave and explore beyond the village's borders, the Komodo Dragons and Rehu were quick to bring him back to the Village and Isik. There were only a few ways he could sneak away. Though it wounded him to betray their trust when Isik reminded him they were preparing to craft a ship and everyone needed their expertise.

Something Jean sighed at while he ascended, sometimes glanced at by the Komodo Dragons and followed by a few Hatchlings whose clicking tongues and speech made no sense to him.

But there was no way he could shoo them away without passing as a bastard, so he let them follow him while he strolled around.

Luckily enough, he had been given sashes and fabric, wide enough he could wrap them around his waist to hide his privates. Supposedly, those were used for Isik's tits, but the sheer size was enough to cover the Grizzly Bear as he pushed ahead, his steps forward and onward to ascend the southern side of the valley. Up there, the Jungle was constantly pushed back and away, with more houses of gray and orange stones piling up. It was also the place that gave the most importance to nature as the houses were somehow always near a communal garden where Komodo Dragons grew vegetables or plants. Even at that moment, the Grizzly Bear saw a relatively young Komodo Dragon, looking like Rehu, working on a vegetable garden with an obsidian knife.

He cut through one branch, picking it up, and let one of the Hatchlings hold it and wave the branch like a blade.

Jean would have laughed, too. He chuckled, trying not to be indiscreet in the Komodo Dragons' daily lives, but he saw the Hatchling run away with the branch and the flower at the end to add it to a pile on a white mat.

There was a purpose, but Jean let his eyes drift away on the blocky houses around them and how they were organized so the Garden wouldn't be overshadowed by any house. However, the nearest tree was bound to hide it away in future days.

But Jean didn't plan to stay until he saw that outcome. He continued his path, ignoring the group as he ascended, following stairs to a place he had been shown one day but found relatively isolated.

Perfect, therefore, as he climbed and was swallowed by a rock, by the mountain, by the stone walls surrounding him.

Luminescent mushrooms brought light to a story Jean had been told, about the Komodo Dragons' arrivals and survival. Of the Idol that saved them from harm and brought them the “Eslans", their sacrificial lambs.

His fists clenched whenever he thought about it, feeling the tinge of fear as he, too, could be turned into an Eslan if the Idol wanted it so.

A fear that might be irrational since Rehu kept saying it was impossible, but until now, Jean thought this entire island didn't exist. So, he was better off wary than letting one thing dictate how he should live his life.

Finally, his steps led him away and onto a wide platform with a Pyre at the center. Stone benches had been sculpted around it. However, there was a recent addition: poles served as support for canopies that were outstretched and flapping due to the regular strong gusts so high above.

With a sigh, Jean welcomed the cold wind bristling his fur, feeling it rush to his skin without any aroma, without any perfume coming from the Komodo Dragons and their lifestyle. He could breathe easy, not smelling the stench of sex and pleasure sticking to them while he sat down at the platform's edge, closing his eyes.

This… This was the closest he could get to freedom. To…

“Hey, Jean," the voice was relatively youthful and calm. A few tongue-clicking, but it was English. Plain.

“Hey, Rekse," said the Grizzly Bear, frowning a bit, but shaking his head.

He turned his gaze, looked above his shoulder to see the Komodo Dragon. He was a member of the first four Komodo Dragons' eggs Isik laid. However, whereas his three brothers were powerful hunters or future shamans, big and strong like their fathers, Rekse was smaller.

Short, without so much strength. In fact, he even lacked the “girth" and “bounty" other Komodo Dragons had. Nevertheless, no one mocked him for his genitals that were… Closer to average, from the orange-sized nuts to that cock that must have been in the vicinity of ten inches, likely less.

Yet, he did not look so young. So innocent. There was a wisdom emanating from Rekse, even if he was the youngest sibling. He had that calculated presence as he sat near Jean, right by him.

He, too, wasn't smelling of sex but plants.

“I saw you walk here," said Rekse, stretching and reclining, laying on the sun-warmed stone. “You good?"

“No," admitted Jean.

“The outside?"

“The outside."

The outside.

He often thought about it but rarely spoke of it to Isik. Not that he avoided the topic, but more like Jean tried his damnest to avoid talking to Isik while he was in heat or fucked. Which was difficult and only over short periods.

In comparison, talking with Rekse was easier. Same to his three sons, even though they were sex-crazed beasts who had no shame in fancying their… Mother? Father? Progenitor?

They looked like their father, though Rekhai, the strongest, had earned a few scars from defending Hatchlings: a long pink streak across his left cheek. As for the others, they did not walk around without their collars made of predator teeth, a growing trend among the hunters.

Rekse? He had nothing fancy as he had been selected to be a Shaman. Yet, it all stopped with Rehai's death. And Rekhi, his older brother, seemed more receptive to Rehu's teachings.

It all led to this situation where even Rekse was an outlier, maybe an echo to his father? Nevertheless, Jean followed and laid down, looking at the sky above. Clean, blue, perfect.

“How is the sky outside?"

“It is gray, dirty, dusty. Whenever you breathe, you feel like your lungs are burning," said Jean, pointing to his chest to illustrate. “I lived in the European Union, in the Lutetia district."

He closed his eyes, remembering what it was to walk in one of the super-buildings, descending and going up the elevators to get to school in the lower districts.

It was… Well, the Lutetia district, that was how it was built to accommodate the population.

“But I barely saw it unless I had to leave my building."

“It looks terrible."

“It was."

Yes. It was. But it was home, too. His place, well, where his family lived after they had to leave their hometown. Then, through some luck, Jean landed a good job for a firm, earned a pretty penny and was allowed to move to a super-building further from the district center. It had more accommodating living arrangements for his wife, his children, and his mother. Bless her heart.

“You want to go back?"

“Every second."

“Why? You tell me it is dirty and terrible. You told me about the crowd and people, or… The thief who took your… Something when you were not looking. It does not sound great, Jean."

Well, Rekse was quite good at it. He had a talent for learning English, with his tongue barely clicking.

“You do not tell me how good it is, too."

“There's nothing good," replied Jean, sighing.

“You sound like Rehai."

Rehai. Rehu's father. Rekse's teacher. Potentially the “enemy" of Isik, if there was one. The old Komodo Dragon had been pushing Isik to accept this situation, his shadow remained everywhere. Even now as they stood by the Pyre where he had been cremated.

Jean remained silent for a moment, thinking, pondering.

“He always said, the outside is dangerous. Iseek is wrong. But we need Iseek and Iseek knows that. I don't know what… He thought."

“He hated Isik?"

“No," said Rekse, shaking his head. “I don't know. Maybe… He hated letting Iseek do?"

“What do you mean?"

“I… Can't find the words."

True. With only one source of conversation and teacher, it was through luck Rekse could keep such a conversation.

The Komodo Dragon's tail hit the stone while he seemed to ruminate, his tongue clicking.

“He wanted security. But Iseek was not security."

“Isik brought too many changes to his taste. He was afraid everything would change? But he did not hate Isik?"

A nod.

Jean sighed and returned to the sky. On the horizon, further north, there were a few gray clouds but it was nothing to worry about. Then, Jean joined his hand beneath his nape.

“Outside… Everything is crass and dirty. But it's where I am. I know my friends I drink with. I know my family that drives me insane. And… Ah. I miss what's familiar. Here, everything is too… Too…"

“Not what you know."

Jean nodded even though it was not the answer he was thinking about, but close. When your whole life was around leaving the rat-race and finding peace… Somehow, that same peace was not what he thought and desired. He was afraid he might grow soft, no… Complacent. Likewise, there was the fear it was to pass and somehow, everything would be biting him back.

He had to leave, to find a way out, somehow.

“Not what I know… I told you what my work was?"

“You… Find thieves?"

Rekse's answer was simplistic. But before Jean introduced the idea of thieves properly, Rekse didn't know that. Isik, too, was keen on protecting the Komodo Dragons from the outside world's truth. They didn't know much about the tragedies, the terrorism, the conflicts between the nations, they had an idealistic view of life and a narrow vision of the outside.

Yes, they were afraid of the outside, intrinsically. But they never knew why.

“I find swindlers. They… Cheat to get the money and place they want. When we ask them “How much do you earn", they lie or distract us. They give you fake numbers, tell you anything so they get free. Here, it feels the same."

“Why?"

“We… Always have to pay," continued Jean, but the way Rekse held his breath. “Not with money, like outside. But work. You work to have something. Imagine… If someone took what they wanted without trading?"

“It's… Bad."

“It's bad," confirmed Jean. “It feels the same to me."

“But you are working."

Yes, Jean worked. Not always, but he sometimes worked on the fields with the Komodo Dragons. Sometimes on the forge, or cooking. They were still trying to figure out how to handle him, but so far, he had been better at helping Rehu with his plants and the preparation for Isik. Jean couldn't decipher a damn about the texts he was given. But he remembered well how Rehu worked and he was given paper to write on.

“I am working. But… It feels not enough. I can work when I want. I can work what I want. And people are not shouting at me if I fail."

“That's… Bad?"

“No."

Jean passed a hand on his face, rubbing his eyes.

“It's the opposite of bad. But it is too good. I am afraid it might bite me back. Somehow."

“Why?"

“Imagine… Someone gave you a gift. But you know he will take it back."

“They can't."

“Imagine."

Rekse ruminated. Therefore, he was adhering to the idea.

“I… Imagine."

“Then, you don't know when they will take it back. Or how. But when they take it back, they will take something else from it."

“That's a thief."

“Yes," said Jean, admitting and sighing. “But. Imagine. How do you feel if someone wants to do that, and you don't know when it will happen? How would you feel?"

“Bad. Very bad," mumbled Rekse, admitting. “Is that why you are so angry?"

“Yes," said Jean, sighing. “No. Not only."

“Is there more?"

“Yes. But it is too complex," admitted Jean, shaking his head and standing up. His back was sore from staying on the stone. He was getting old and his muscles were constantly strained from working, even though he might have been in his best shape now. He was no longer stuck in his office, watched over by the overhanging cameras and the mouse trackers, punished if he stretched for more than five seconds. Still, he passed a hand on his sore back, rubbing his spine while Rekse jumped on his feet. Even now, Rekse was solely one head taller than Jean. In comparison, the Grizzly Bear was used to speaking to Rehu's overhanging breasts and belly. With Rekse, it was closer to the collarbone.

“You leave?"

“I want to visit the other villages. I saw one, but whenever I want to leave this one, the Komodo Dragons stop me and bring me back to Isik."

Rekse grimaced a bit while looking away.

“Like for Iseek. Follow me."

“What do you mean?" asked Jean, following Rekse as he led the way down.

“Iseek was not allowed to leave the village when pregnant. Rehai said it was too dangerous with the eggs. But Iseek was not happy about it."

“Ironic."

More like, Isik was not the one asking for Jean to stay, but the Komodo Dragons were afraid for the Grizzly Bear. Whenever they didn't know what to do with him, since he couldn't speak their language, they pushed him back to the village and Isik.

It was like a child being confined to a secure pen, more than anything.

“Ironic?"

“Ironic I am stuck like he was."

“Iseek doesn't like that," replied Rekse, passing a hand on the recently inscribed Isik on the stone. Beyond the story, each “Eslan" had been engraved on the stone with their faces crudely drawn. Each of them seemed slightly bigger than the last until Isik. It was no different than the tapestries in Isik's house. At first, the Grizzly bear thought some tapestries depicted an enormous creature that was laying eggs or something, as well as a Feline. Now, he understood better as both aspects were Isik.

Much like the depiction of a young Snow Leopard with a grinning face, carved into the stone. The lines were filled with shining mycelium, giving Isik's face a natural glow.

A face Jean observed, finding it almost innocent and pure… Before he scowled and shook his head, descending the stairs.

“Well then. What does he like?"

“Everyone to be happy and learn."

Jean scoffed. And then shook his head. Yes, that was what Isik desired as he pushed the Komodo Dragon for more. They were building more and more. No… They were developing as the Komodo Dragons were building new mills along the river, turning the derelict canal into an industrious river around which huddled the workshops as they were developing gears and mechanisms to employ the river's strength to facilitate their work. Even the forges Isik had established were bustling with Komodo Dragons bringing ore while the furnaces spewed smoke day and night.

It was not only in this village. But also in others, the changes were drastic and intense, it was said.

But again, Jean couldn't see that. He only guessed from the discussions he heard or through Rehu and his Sons' retelling.

He yearned to see, to… To do something. Yet…

“Where are we going?"

“To Iseek," said Rekse, stretching his arms.

“I came from there."

“I know. But I will ask Iseek if I can accompany you."

Jean doubted and grimaced at the idea, but nodded as he continued on the path back to the “house". On the way, the Hatchlings and their minder were gone, leaving the vegetables to be cared for. On the way, too, there was a bustling crowd. It was already late?

The sun was still out and high up in the sky, but the Komodo Dragons were flocking the streets until Jean had to rub shoulders to shoulders ahead of Rekse to get to Isik's home.

Then, as they passed into the arches leading to the surrounding gardens, the two were freed from the bustling Komodo Dragons.

“What was that?"

“Solstice. They want to see the combats."

“The combats?"

“For peace."

The answer puzzled Jean. But he walked onward, stepping from stone to stone to enter the house by the main door once more. It looked almost empty, with all the males gone. Only a handful remained. Isik's servants looked bored but did not complain as they chatted or took naps in a corner.

They still nodded to Jean and Rekse as they approached, not stopping them like they would do of any young males that wanted an “audience" with the Eslan.

No… Even Reho was away as Rekse knocked at the door.

Behind, there was a discussion between a few people, though their voices were hard to make out.

Still, no answer. Rekse grumbled, opening the door while beckoning Jean to follow.

Once more, the Grizzly was inside Isik's bedroom, watching the shallow pit Isik used as a bed. The Feline was on his back, the straps and harness sent away. So, Isik must have been relaxing. Yet, the Feline was talking to three Komodo Dragons.

Rekhai with his scar, Rekhe and Rekhi who stood with their spears out. They were definitely looking like Rehu, except for… Well, their chests were bare and bore no tits. But they looked like him as their red eyes darted from Isik to Rekse and Jean.

They clicked their tongues, speaking. Then switching to English, with a thick accent.

“Rekse. Jean. Meeting Isik?" asked Rekhe, scratching his neck.

“Jean and Rekse are here? Come, I can't see you," added Isik, his hands appearing above his belly, waving.

The Feline was so big and round, his belly formed a wall behind it he could hide. If he didn't limit his breeding, Jean didn't doubt he would fill the room like an oversized balloon.

Carefully, Jean and Rekse approached, with Isik smiling at them while his back and head rested on a set of sutured pillows that bolstered his shoulders and neck.

“There you are. Jean, I have a request for you."

“Yes?" asked Jean, crossing his arms. “What would it be?"

“Iseek," cut in Rekse, raising one hand. “I have a request, too."

“A request? Rekse?" asked Rekhi, different in the way he kept his distance. But he could be quite inquisitive. “What it is?"

“Not your problem," said Rekse, snapping back.

“If with Iseek, it is for us, too," commented Rekhe.

“True. True," completed Rekhai. “Iseek has request, too."

“Children…Children," said Isik, passing a hand on his forehead. “Let's hear Rekse's requests first. Mine can wait."

The three nodded, though Rekhe was the last and sighed, turning his head away. They were the three who had bred Isik, and it showed in their genitals that were… Well, like honeydew-melons, though Rekhai might be inching closer to the bowling balls. And the weight, they had to wear the balls pouch, too.

“Iseek. Jean wants to discover the Island, but people are stopping him. I want to guide him."

“That's… Uh," Isik began to silent laugh.

“Is that a problem, Isik?"

“huh? No, not at all. It's just…"

“Just?"

Isik smiled, shaking his head.

“I was about to ask Rekhai, Rekhi, and Rekhe to be your guides."

The answer was appreciated, but there was a tremor in Rekse's tail, his steps, how he adjusted his balance.

“Rekse can do that," answered Jean, trying to support the youngest of the siblings.

“Rekhi can learn to be a Shaman with Rekhe. And Rekhai can continue hunting," added Rekse.

But Rekhe, he seemed dubious.

“Iseek. I know Island more. I travel more."

That was true… Rekhe often went to the other villages with Reho. They were usually away, and Isik once told Jean this was to soften the troubles between the villages.

For a moment, Jean thought to intervene and continue to support Rekse, but no.

“Rekhe. Keep working with Reho. If Rehu wins today, he will need your help."

“Wins?" asked Jean, frowning. “Is this linked to the Solstice?"

“Why, yes," said Isik, smiling. “Rehu will be fighting all the other Elders in combat. If he wins, the villages won't be separated anymore."

“All the other Elders?"

“Every Elder on the Island. He's been preparing for this," said Isik as he turned to his children, even Rekse. “Go. I want Jean to see this. And once you return, I want to know everything about the fights. Rehu will need time to recover."

The fights. Well, Jean was not keen on that and grimaced. But he did not show it any further, recovering his countenance while the four children and Isik were talking about the organization, whether they had one spot among the crowd.

It was a tedious exchange that led to Isik sending and waving them off while joined by his attendants. All the while, Jean had remained silent and thoughtful about… This. Combat?

“Combat?" he asked, out loud.

“Hmm?"

Rekse's voice was near, while Rekhe was on the other side, Rekhi and Rekhai happily chatting together.

“What's the combat for?" asked Jean, following the Komodo Dragons outside and then on the path southward. They were quick, jumpy even, except for Rekse. And met with other similar Komodo Dragons. The crowd had thinned, but a few more workers, still covered with coal, dust, or grime, were running to follow the snake-like road to the south.

“That's an old tradition. A stupid one," said Rekse, hands on his hips.

“Elders fight for laws and peace, Rekse," countered his brother, turning to Jean. “No war like outside. Only fighting during solstice."

“How's that?" asked Jean, scratching his neck.

“Only fighting during solstice," was Rekhe's answer and Jean cocked an eyebrow.

But he followed the steps higher, understanding why Isik wouldn't be going, even if he wasn't a blob of eggs and semen. Jean sighed, closing his eyes for a second while the crowd continued to get denser. Luckily for him, his status as a stranger pushed the Komodo Dragons away and so he could advance, followed by Rehu's sons.

“And Rehu will be fighting… Someone?"

“All Elders," said Rekhe as the path they took, covered with stone, seemed recent. Finally, they reached the hilltop and from there, it was only a descent into a natural depression. Nothing like the valley, but deep enough the Komodo Dragons built… An arena? Recently?

The stairs descended and alongside them were rows of benches used by the Komodo Dragons of all sorts: the fisherman mingling with the traders and the blacksmiths. Age, size, status, jobs, they barely differed while Jean and the Siblings descended. There was no canopy or anything outstretched above, only the faint forest remnants with elongated branches providing the arena and crowd some shade.

But the center of it was uncovered as the declination continued and ended right by the sandy battleground. They dredged sands here from so far?

Nevertheless, it was all Jean could see. It was not like a Roman coliseum. It looked closer to an amphitheater whose center was not surmounted by a scene but filled with white sand. As for the opposite side, there were… What Jean assumed to be the Elders. Every village was represented by large Komodo Dragons sitting on benches, with the crowd giving them some breathing room. Each of them was massive and old, brutes that could snap Jean or anyone from outside like a twig.

Jean estimated if he was to talk to them, he had better chances to address their bellies or genitals.

A sight that made him shiver as he descended, with some Komodo Dragons checking his and Rehu's sons' direction. They descended until they were on the lower benches and sat, watching two Komodo Dragons fight in a dirty melee. The smallest was on the top, having toppled his opponent, and he was now beating the bigger Komodo Dragon's face with his fists.

“Wha… Is that peace for you?" asked Jean, putting his butt on an empty spot. The stone was warm and no one had used it… Strange.

“Nah," answered Rekse, sitting, too, and crossing his arms. “But when two Komodo Dragons want to fight, they wait for the Solstice. They fight and who wins is truthful."

“Truthful?"

“Right."

Jean frowned, it was confusing and Rekse's speech sometimes did not help. But he watched as the fight was quickly wrapped with the smaller Komodo Dragon winning. As soon as it was, the Elder, sitting at the center, stood up and talked in their grunting and tongue-clicking language.

“He says what?" asked Jean, hearing some shushing from the rows behind. “Sorry."

“Elder," started Rekhe. “Says Seki won. Seki will get Esok house."

“What?"

But Rekhe's answer was a shrug, the same as Rekse.

What followed, then, were more fights, starting with the Elder presenting the two or more participants. Anyone was free to join the fray if their reasons and interests were just. And in some cases, the conflict was between many individuals. Therefore, having three or more Komodo Dragons go at it was unsurprising.

Then, once the presentation was done, of the conflict and individuals, it was a fight until one side was utterly crushed.

Yet, the Komodo Dragons were resilient. Strong. Enough, they could continue fighting even when Jean would have given up in their stead.

Over time, the sand in the arena was tainted in red while the fights continued. Though, Jean was starting to wonder why he was there… Until.

Silence.

The crowd had been relatively jovial and some background chatter indicated the Komodo Dragons were caught by the moment, but it stopped when the “moment" came. When Jean turned left and saw Rehu descend the stairs to the arena.

His tongue clicked, his voice was loud, and everyone was eyeing him as he approached without anything: no sashes fitted like bras or balls pouch. He was entirely naked as he approached and… Well, Jean leaned toward Rekse.

“Can you translate?"

“It's… Long," mumbled back Rekse, frowning and concentrating. “He talks of the separation between the villages and how, despite sharing one Eslan, they are… Separated."

“Uh," commented Jean, watching the Elders' expression change to outrage and anger, except for a few who seemed in the known.

“He calls out for the unification of the village into one unique council. He wants… To unite our people?"

Jean was not entirely aware but knew how the villages acted independently and refused to be as one. Yet, Rehu descended into the arena and pointed at different Elders. No, almost all of them.

“He challenges them to fight all against him. If he wins, they will submit to his request."

“He can do that?"

“Rehu not alone. Older Elders did this. For peace and settle the villages," commented Rekhe, intruding, but Rekse nodded along.

“He can do that. It will be… brutal."

As Rekse said that, one Elder stood up and descended. Followed by a few more. Each was at their prime, their muscles rolling under their black scales. Their eyes, going from green to red, were fixated on Rehu while their faces contorted in anger.

One by one, they stepped on the arena and tensed their muscles. They adjusted their balls pouch. Their tails smacked against the sand, raising some dust clouds though nothing could hide the Elders as they assumed a low posture, of a fighter, with their body leaning forward and their hands extended, ready for a grab.

“It will start."

One of the few remaining Elders stood up but remained near the bench, holding one arm up. And then, he clicked his tongue.

Rehu didn't move. No, he seemed to be expecting them and waited with an open posture, with his left leg slightly lagging behind. But he showed his belly, his torso, waiting for the first opponent.

The First was not the biggest of the Elders, but he had some pudge on him and his movements were heavy. He was from a farmer village up north, and seemed to want to prove himself as he stomped on.

Under his feet, the sand followed while he charged and finally met with Rehu's body.

It was a low grip, with the hands reaching around Rehu's waist to lift him ever so slightly. An attempt the Elder continued by pushing with his knees and feet, with his tail pressing on the ground, keeping a solid stance.

Yet, it didn't work as Rehu had planned for it and “rewarded" his opponent with an elbow jab in his shoulder, strong enough Jean heard a crack and winced. But more than that, Rehu continued by gripping the wincing Elder's shoulders, using him as support while delivering a knee right to the plexus. It was a brutal move, followed by more, as Rehu used his weight, strength, and tail to keep himself steady.

More wincing came from that Elder who endured the hit, spitting and grunting, before a sudden rush took him and he lifted Rehu, finally. Only a few inches off the ground, but it was enough for the Elder as he stumbled forward, hoping to take Rehu down with him.

Yet, Rehu's sheer strength allowed the younger Komodo Dragon to break free from the grip even as he fell down and though using his tail as another limb, a support, Rehu rolled away from underneath the Elder who seemed too winded and wounded to move.

Yet, it was only the First.

As soon as Rehu rolled away from the first Elder, he was met by another Elder who tried to punch Rehu while still on the ground. No, again, Rehu rolled away. Enough to be on his belly, and Rehu used his limbs to stand up. But not without employing his tail, again, to swipe the second Elder's leg.

A third Elder had been preparing for this as he bent to hold Rehu's tail, to keep him close and yank him, probably to make Rehu lose his footing.

Yet, Rehu remained, his right leg lagging behind.

He remained on his feet as the second Elder approached, his guard up, counting on the third's hold to cripple Rehu. Yet… It didn't. It didn't as Rehu turned around with a low sweeping kick.

The Elder had been expecting a higher hit. But no, he was taken off the ground with a loud crack as his foot twisted in a wrong angle. Rehu was not going for mere hits, but he was direct in maiming his opponents in a way that left them surprised and speechless.

Same as Jean who watched the gentle and amiable Komodo Dragon, with his broken speech, show a merciless side.

“God… Wh- What is he doing?" asked the Grizzly Bear, watching Rehu stomp on the second Elder's chest when he was down. No crack, but the wheezing whistle that followed indicated that the opponent would be out for a moment.

“Taking enemies down. Rehai was the best fighter. Rehai taught Rehu to protect Iseek," said Rekhe, the eyes shining.

It made sense, but there was something odd from Rehu as Jean watched the younger Komodo Dragon assume a low position. The third Elder was soon followed by another Elder, the two assuming a similar posture with their guard low. They were targeting Rehu's legs and tail, watching the right leg lagging behind just like before, armed for another kick.

They approached, with the fourth Elder on the front with his fists open for a grab.

Rehu's legs twitched, so did the fourth.

Then, Rehu lifted his right foot off the sand.

The Fourth advanced, extending his reach.

But in doing so, he exposed his head and Rehu collected the Elder's chin with his closed fist. Uppercut. A magnificent Uppercut as Rehu had used his right leg as bait but did not kick. He merely stepped forward and counted on the Elders' focus on his lower limbs to hit…

And as the Fourth's jaw closed, with a bit of his tongue bitten and some teeth flying, Jean cringed. Blood, more blood flew across the arena, drawing red lines.

But it didn't stop as Rehu's left fist collected the Fourth near the temple, sending him stumbling and falling.

Then, as Rehu straightened and looked at the Third Elder, the old Komodo Dragon, rather thin for his age, started to step back and away. Yet, if he stepped away, it was only… For more to join.

A Fifth, a Sixth, and a Seventh.

Yet, there were at least half a dozen more waiting.

“Why are they not piling on him?" asked Jean, surprised he asked the question.

“They want to be the one taking Rehu down."

Pride it was.

Pride Rehu exploited as he snickered to the Elders, shifting his posture. This time, he was bouncy, showing his profile, his right side presented to them. It was not the type of fighting and melee Jean had seen before. It was something you'd rather see in movies or… In modern society.

Was it something Isik showed or taught him?

Jean watched as the youngest Komodo Dragon beckoned the nearest Elder who charged at him, followed by another. A charge Rehu avoided by jumping away and using his leg to make the burly male stumble and fall. He gave himself enough breathing room to focus on the Elder, trying to grab him, like the first, but from behind.

Again, an elbow jab right to the face came from Rehu before he managed to get free but not without pushing his opponent away.

It was a dance, at this point, with Rehu avoiding and deflecting the hits. Sure, after the charging Komodo Dragon went to sweep Rehu's feet, the Komodo Dragon lost his footing… But he started to play nasty by employing the number and weight of his opponent against them. Since he was the youngest, Rehu was also the thinnest and potentially smallest.

Therefore, as he recovered, he slipped behind the charging Elder, using him as meat-shield and forcing him to endure or block the potential hits while the overly burly Komodo Dragon had a hard time turning and facing Rehu.

It was… Quick.

They were quick on their feet, on hitting. And even though Rehu was taking some punches, he limited the damage taken. Moreover, none had been targeting his balls and he did not, seemingly because it was a low-blow. Or something like that?

Still, Jean watched Rehu move to avoid the hits and recover?

Yes, the Komodo Dragon was playing it safe while surrounded by three of his peers. But he recovered, slowly, taking it easy. A feat Jean admired as Rehu moved, danced, went around the three Elders until they had to step back. The charging one, the burliest, had his face already swelling from the hits. The two others were relatively unharmed while they were nursing their shoulders.

Rehu. Well, he had taken a few hits and he spat some blood.

He spat… And gave a kick to the third Elder that had been nearby and tried to extend a hand to hold Rehu's foot.

There, the third Elder was fully taken down.

Only a few more remained. They were fighting carefully by moving as one. Again, Rehu… Still kept them on their toes. As they tried, this time, to approach and corner Rehu near the Arena's edge, the young Komodo Dragon rushed toward the thinnest of the three. An expected movement, yes. But not the jump as he offered a knee-kick to the Komodo Dragon's face, completed by his nuts smacking against that chin and chest on the way down.

A brutal attack that would have left Jean retching. So much strength, an impact so brutal. But no, Rehu was not even bothered as he grabbed the nearest tail, the second-thinnest Komodo Dragon, and yanked on it.

Sure enough, that Elder lost his balance. He kicked, stepped back… And walked right where Rehu wanted as the youngest swept his legs and grabbed the male's shoulders to use him as a shield for the incoming punch.

Another crack.

But it wasn't Rehu doing as he threw his dazed meat-shield toward the charging Elder, and dropped to go for another sweep. One where leg and tail worked together, with the latter tensing near the ankle to stop any recovery.

With the added weight, the charging Elder fell and Rehu was about to hit… But dodged by jumping back, avoiding a nasty punch.

More elders were joining. No, all capable Elders, recovering or hadn't participated, joined, their tongues clicking.

Followed an entire melee Jean could hardly see, as the Elders formed walls around Rehu. Sometimes, the Grizzly Bear saw the circle move and leave behind one or two elders behind.

They had the numerical advantage, the weight… yet, Rehu was good.

“It's… It's impressive."

“Yes. Rehu has been fighting for Isik, but he never fought so good."

Right now, it was not like Rehu was playing with the Elders.

But he was taking one by one.

One by one, the Elders dropped from the thin and lanky males to the burly and powerful former hunters. At the middle, Rehu was pushing his limits and it showed as blood dripped from his nostrils and mouth, as his face was swollen and his legs stiff. But as he no longer did sweeping motions, seemingly too hurt, he defended himself with nasty hooks and uppercuts.

But the end was not as impressive for Jean. As the fight continued, the Elders were tiring faster than Rehu and their movements grew sluggish.

The youngest exploited the opportunities, and as he pummeled the last Elder, holding his guard up, there was a tongue clicking. Rehu stopped. He stopped and sighed, stepping back carefully with his legs wobbly.

“He gave up."

Jean guessed that as he saw the thin smile on Rehu's face. Contrary to what he expected, the Elders didn't use their teeth or didn't hurt any “sensitive spot". Funnily enough, Jean assumed those nuts and tits would have hindered Rehu, but it might have forced the other fighters to find ways to hit Rehu without touching those precious parts.

Rehu had been preparing for it, had planned for it.

And as he clicked his tongue, the other Elders, still on their feet and capable of moving, nodded. The others were tended to by the rushing Komodo Dragons, retrieving the wounded and checking up on them.

At that moment, Jean frowned. But admired the young Rehu lifting his fist and clicking his tongue.

“He declared… All Villages would be united under one single council. It'll… It's a new thing," said Rekse. “We'll have to tell Iseek."

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That day, it was a sunny day.

They were a constant on the Island, adding to the doubts. Everything looked so perfect, but Jean was doubtful it was true. Even now as he stood on a makeshift quay near a fishing village. Located on the east of the island, built along the sandy beaches, this village suffered from no catastrophes and many Komodo Dragons spent their days sunbathing or fishing in the bay's depths.

Before Isik, the Komodo Dragons retrieved obsidian from the depths and employed it to create tools in all forms and shapes. Those days, they used steel and learned from Isik. Isik and Rehu, as the two, formed a united front to lead the newly founded council of elders, uniting all the village. Still, Jean had lingering doubts that was real, either from watching Rehu's broken face… How easily the Shaman recovered. Or… How brutal he had been in the arena.

Doubts he chased as he looked around at the two Komodo Dragons waiting for his order. The more he stayed around, the more Jean could pick up on their language and them on English. Learning.

For centuries, the Komodo Dragons lived in a state of dereliction. Isik changed that; quickly, too. Even now… Even now as Jean approached that ersatz of a ship. It was no ship, true. But not a raft either. The structure was unstable: even the sails were made from a fabric that looked like silk rather than the sails modern ships had. It was ironic that the Komodo Dragons were so rich and yet, they were incapable of using any of it or didn't know its value.

The Grizzly Bear approached further, eyeing over his shoulder to see if Rekse was there. No, he was gone. And his brothers were too busy to care. So, Jean sighed and glanced at the two Komodo Dragons waiting for orders.

They clicked their tongue and Jean frowned, trying to make sense of it even though they spoke slowly.

The two Komodo Dragons asked him if they should try the boat, so he nodded. He nodded and stepped back, unmooring the ship and letting it drift.

For a moment, the Komodo Dragons were looking at the Grizzly Bear before he frowned and mimicked the action of detaching one cord, he kept pointing.

They looked at the cord, then fully undid it, letting the boom drop and nearly smacking one of the Komodo Dragons. But then, the sail started to expand, to be filled as the wind pushed it.

But… Not in the right direction.

The wind pushed inland, toward the beach.

On it, many fishers and divers observed the scene, bored onlookers seeking entertainment. And they were getting it, shouting and cheering for the two brave Komodo Dragons who tested the first, and misshapen, ship they've ever seen. Yet, the oblong hull moved in the wrong direction. The boat was drifting and being pushed in the wrong direction until the rudder dug in the sand. It dug, it slowed the progress. But the two sailors' movements, pulling and trying to yank on the sail, didn't change the course. Then… It cracked.

The rudder cracked and the ship started to turn. But it was too late. The ship creaked, the hull started to go sideways… And Jean stopped looking.

He heard, however, the commotion and the sound of creaking wood as the ship tilted and stranded on the beach. The frail wooden mast broke apart as the ropes and sails pulled onto it.

No… This was not a good first time. And the Grizzly Bear groaned as he stumbled from the quay to the pier extending along the beach. The stilted houses were placed along the path, though some adjacent roads were built and led further inland.

He would have preferred if Rekse had been here. At least, the young Komodo Dragon was capable of learning, listening, and conveying Jean's thoughts. More than that, he could give him the information for next time and to find some Komodo Dragons who had participated in crafting the boat.

Still, the Grizzly Bear sighed and brought a hand to his forehead, already thinking of what he would write for following next changes while he stumbled inside the fishing village.

It was not as big and impressive as the main village, though Jean called it the pyramid town. And sure, it was smaller than the other main villages, housing the weavers and bricklayers. This place looked closer to a fisherman's hamlet as most houses were made of loose planks, with thatch roofs. There were no doors whatsoever, and most Komodo Dragons were merely lazing around, sleeping, waiting for the high-tide, or playing on a board game where they had to move shells of different shapes and forms.

However, here, too, the traces of Isik's influence could be seen.

The village Elders constantly moved back and forth to Isik, to the main council. And with it, Isik had started instituting quotas and production values to help the village's progress. Every village as they were to share resources and have fairer trades.

But the Snow Leopard wouldn't allow his sons to live in squalid homes, hence… The path ahead of Jean.

The planks and poles had been removed, leaving a vast crater in which the Komodo Dragons were throwing rocks, then ashes, then more rocks, and then sand. They made a pile of resources around the stone blocks they carried here from the Island's west side. They tried to build foundations.

Behind? A proper stone street had been laid down, and the houses there were no longer rustic but made of colored red bricks. Patios were built in front of each home, plus each building had some distance between them to keep them separate. Urbanization was a new thing here, yet the Komodo Dragons could be diligent at it.

It was also peculiar to see how, after building the new houses, the Komodo Dragons used their places for more than lazing around. No… It was more than the new houses; it was also the currency Isik set on the Island.

From the wasted Obsidian tools, Isik requested the creation of coins. Their shape changed, going from triangle to square, passing by circles, but each “coin" had a hole in the middle so a string could be passed inside them and they'd be dangling from the Komodo Dragons' belts.

Ever so slowly, they were rebuilding a semblance of civilization. Yet… Yet…

As he saw them naked and strolling around, Jean felt his mind burn with anguish and frustration. He was resisting, or he tried to. He was not willing to give in to his needs like all of them, but how long?

He feared he would turn like them, become a sex-addicted slave. So afraid to give in to those deepest desires the Idol seemed to awaken deep inside him.

Whether it was with a Komodo Dragon or around Isik.

He tried to avoid the latter, or not to be around when Isik needed to handle his heat. Even then, the Grizzly Bear's nose picked up the aroma of sex and need sticking to the Feline. A situation Jean was avoiding as much as possible, sparring his sanity and thoughts from the desire to… breed. Oh. He had seen the many eggs laid by the Feline, brought away by the long line of Komodo Dragons who would raise the Hatchlings in the newly established “schools".

All the younger Komodo Dragons, the smallest ones, were Isik's. Isik's only. At first, Jean was impressed and curious about how it was possible. But then, it struck him. The realization.

For all those years, Isik had been turned into a broodmother capable of bearing all the Komodo Dragons' spawn. Now, the side-effects had been to turn Isik into an immobile brood bearer. A grim fate, a purpose that had been forced onto the young-looking Feline.

Was he forced into this like Jean had been forced into fucking Isik?

The fear ran through the Grizzly Bear as his steps echoed on the clean stone, another of the grand roads built across the Island. Isik was looking to implement all sorts of changes, to centralize everything. He might have been forced to do this, but he had become complicit.

What would happen then?

If that was true, Isik had been here for years without aging one bit? Would it be the same for Jean? Would he live, immortal, on an Island surrounded by lubricious lizards?

His place… He missed it. More than that, he was certain everything would come crashing down somehow. There was no way he was allowed peace here, not with the world he'd been living in. Being free from the Island was being free from the threat… He clenched his fists, slowly.

But he released them when a Komodo Dragon approached. He saluted the young male carrying a basket filled with fruits. Isik was planning to introduce carts to them… What else could he bring to them? Would he try to make them learn what modern society had to offer?

No… Jean stopped his lucubration and shook his head, his pace following the east coast with the sea visible through the trees on the left. The roads were so well-maintained and the hunters worked so much on protecting them, the Grizzly Bear could walk the path on his own. Plus, the Komodo Dragons no longer bothered him. He was free to be anymore.

He had visited the furthest villages and found some Komodo Dragons trying to create boats and rafts to sail and fish further. It was from there he got that first creation. Maybe it had been too much to ask?

His musing continued as the path branched. Either option was viable: taking right and following left to the crossing would lead to the Valley's entrance, the path he took the first time he entered the village.

Or the left.

He took the left as the path descended toward the river ahead. Sprouted from the Pyramid, no one knew exactly where its source was. But the water was important as it filled the different ponds used for aquaculture. Along its banks, paths had been built and slowly, Jean walked up to the village. He had to ascend the first flight of stairs until he walked parallel to a pond filled with algae that were cut and cared for. Then, another as the path slightly turned left. The second pool had more algae but smaller as they had been collected earlier that season. And so forth, as the Komodo Dragons were circling the ponds, only collecting the plants from one pond before letting them rest. And the walk continued, meeting with the fish farms watched carefully by the Komodo Dragons.

Soon enough, the Grizzly Bear frowned, remembering why he often ignored that path. The sulfuric scent was strong in that part of the valley, and stronger on the southern banks where the pools were accumulating and now constantly populated by Komodo Dragons bathing, playing, or enjoying their days.

Sometimes, they fucked, too. But Jean was not prying as he approached the carved tunnel leading to the village. A few Komodo Dragons were also working on sculpting and enlarging the entrance so walking through it would be easier… However, with the scaffolding on the way, Jean was careful not to touch or bother the Komodo Dragons when he entered the village from the eastern entrance.

From there, it was only a pathway to follow along the rushing river, going west toward the golden and tree-ridden Pyramid.

A frustrating situation, Jean watched as the houses towered above him. More than that, he had not noticed, but a few wooden bridges had been outstretched to reach the northern and southern hills on each side of the river. Reho's house was at the top of the northern hill; presumably Rehu and Isik's former home, too. Once, Jean went there to visit and see the fabled garden Isik had been talking about in length. But the Grizzly Bear found it… Typical.

Nothing to fancy about.

Truth was… Maybe it was Jean's nostalgia tainting his opinion of the village. But he could not love this place as much as Isik did. He missed being normal, surrounded, accepted, being with similar people with similar interests. His coworkers were kind, and he missed their dirty jokes. The Komodo Dragons were welcoming, sure, but he felt out of it. They were too different, they could not know the woes of modern society. Jean sighed, passing his hand over the fabric he had been given. Finally, Isik managed to have the Komodo Dragons create pants for Jean, it was no jeans but he no longer had the breeze tingling his bits. Another generous gift that felt too much. He didn't want to be stuck in his misery. But it felt… Like an obligation.

Then, as he sighed, he looked around. He went past the watermills, he was almost into the town's center when he noticed… Rehu? Without Rekhi?

Rehu typically stayed at their home, except if he had to handle issues directly at one village. But it was rare; nowadays, he was sticking around Isik during the councils. Plus, he beamed whenever the Elders surrounded him. Maybe beating those old Komodo Dragons had given him the ego boost necessary for him to go for that somewhat subservient Komodo Dragon to a direct and imposing leader? That or the few scars around his eyes, Rehu proudly showed whenever he got the opportunity.

Yet, here he was. Away from the home and leaving the path going to the Pyramid, on the way back home… Did he go to the Idol?

That's where he was today?

Jean's brows lifted as he saw Rehu whistling away, his tail swaying as if nothing occurred. But why would he go to the Idol?

Once, Rehu and Jean went to the Idol. Practically the day after Jean's arrival, so they could communicate with the Idol. However, there were no traces of it at the top of the pyramid, yet Rehu seemed to have gotten an answer from all his praying, tongue-clicking, and all. An answer Isik had translated and confirmed Jean's situation: “The Idol wants you here."

After that, Rehu seldom returned to the Idol, except for special days like Isik's arrival day, or their first sons' birthday.

Today was not such a day. Today… It was to be a normal day, yet, somehow, Jean felt pulled toward the Pyramid.

A tug in the back of his mind as he approached the golden structure once certain Rehu was gone. He looked at the top where Isik used to lay eggs. Some trees barred the stairs leading to the top, depending on which side. But the north side was always maintained and Jean took a first step. Then a second, then a third.

He felt heavier, somehow, yet he pushed as he ascended higher and faster.

He had to see. He had… To climb?

There was nothing at the top of the Pyramid. But everyone talked of the Idol, where it stayed. If it truly existed, it was bound to be somewhere. Something the Grizzly Bear felt he had to see as he continued his ascension, the gold almost slippery until he was at the top of the pyramid.

The rooftop had been broken down, and only faint traces remained of it. The table in the middle was dirty, grimy, unused. If there was an Idol, it had to be somewhere close.

“I… Need to see this," said Jean, his voice heavy with a purpose.

If he saw the Idol, maybe… Maybe he could be certain it was the source of the corruption on this Island and remove it. Isik, Rehu, always told him it was the Idol's blessings: the Island isolation, Isik's changes, his fertility… Everything. If that curse could be removed, the entire Island would be free. No. Maybe they could be found and rescued. Without the Idol blocking their paths, there was a way out, thought Jean.

And he looked.

The Pyramid top had no access to any secret passage, whatsoever: no tile that sounded empty, no hidden buttons, nothing. Still, if the Idol existed, it ought to be inside the Pyramid. But how to access it?

Rehu was not soaked when he left the Pyramid or each time he went for the Idol.

Unless he only accessed it by the top, there was a passage somewhere. Steadily, Jean walked near the Pyramid's edges, at the limit of falling. Near the corners, the Pyramid was smooth, even though plants and trees managed to root themselves in. The only access up top was the stairs, but some were inaccessible due to the plants over them. No… Some were even hidden as Jean decided to climb down the south stairs.

Here, the trees were so big, they formed a green wall that blocked the view. The roots were also the sturdiest and as he descended, Jean noticed how… Branches and vines had been cut. Recently.

That was the way. The only way as he descended, sometimes watching the village through the vines and leaves. Finally, with only a few more steps down and circumventing a large tree, Jean looked at a massive hole inside the pyramid, with the roots growing inside it.

It wasn't… An expected entrance, more like a large wound in the structure. But Jean wasn't bothered as he approached it.

The roots were not only growing inside it but they also kept the structure stable. They held the blocks together, lifting them and keeping the entrance wide enough for… A Komodo Dragon to enter.

Jean?

Jean slipped inside easily, welcomed by a cavernous room whose ceiling was covered with glowing blue mushrooms. From inside the Pyramid, the sound from the nearby river was almost reduced to a low buzz echoing within. More roots had slipped inside the room, same as the moss that had conquered a part of the collapsed rocks on the opposite side of the entrance. Beyond the entrance, there was no other access. No windows. No doors. Nothing. It should have been a walled-off place. Yet, it was accessible and Jean trudged onward, feeling the chill air bite through his fur as he neared the center.

From up-close, the Idol was different than what Jean imagined.

It had been carefully placed on a golden pedestal, the material noticeable with the mushrooms' natural fluorescence. But the Idol was not of sheer gold like expected. Nor had it any decoration or ornaments.

It was a mere wood Idol, roughly carved. It contrasted with what it was supposed to be. The most precious treasure for those Komodo Dragons was an idol that could have been sculpted by anyone with its rough edge and appearance. Even Isik described it, seen in his dreams, as a fanciful Idol with a remarkable craft, of pure gold, in his dream. But here… It looked nothing like it.

More than that, it looked so brittle.

The wood was gray, and as Jean picked the Idol, lifted it, he found it weighed almost nothing. Under his thumb, the bark was almost unraveling. It would be so easy to break it. It… Could undo what happened to Isik and the others, too.

Jean inhaled, watching that thing that looked just like a Komodo Dragon but feminine. It was… Nothing.

“JEAN!"

Rehu's voice stopped the Grizzly Bear's thoughts. He turned, looking at the entrance where Rehu, or at least his shadow, was. Did Rehu see Jean? Or did he feel something?

Nevertheless, the Shaman entered the room, his tongue clicking, his red eyes anxious.

“Jean… Found… Idol," articulated Rehu, stopping his tongue-clicking.

“Yes. Is this it? The Idol that has cursed this Island?"

“Jean. Should put. Idol back."

“Really? And then what? Nothing? Rehu… Do you see how Isik is affected by it? How I am?"

“Why… Isik?"

Jean thought about it. He thought and considered it as he stroked the Idol with his thumb. All the while, his mind screamed to throw it, to break it. For a second, Jean thought about how cleaved his mind was about the situation… Then, he spoke.

“Isik is a victim of the curse. I have been thinking about it… We are cursed."

“No curse… Only. Boon."

“There is no boon… Rehu. If I break it, we are free. Right?"

“If Idol broken… We… Gone. We… Done."

“Gone?"

“We gone. Where we live?"

The question remained in the air, a dull note maintained as the Grizzly Bear held the flimsy idol in his hand. With a single movement, he could smash it. The hands trembled as they held such a prize.

For a moment, he kept glancing at the Komodo Dragon, who could beat him to a pulp easily. He had seen it, but Jean… Well, he did something unexpected.

He did not smash the Idol like he had planned to, to free himself; he put it back on the altar.

“Fine. I will find a way with-"

The words were drowned by a drum, by a long and powerful maintained note that shook the room, the pyramid, the town, the Island itself. One single note that shook everyone and everything. One single note felt like a tremor, sending the Komodo Dragons crying as they feared their world was taken apart.

But it did not.

The Island did not break apart, the village remained the same, the Pyramid stood tall, and the room was the same, illuminated.

Rehu and Jean, at the forefront, watched the Idol change and go from flimsy wood to pure good. Going for a rough representation, etched and worn down, to a face that was familiar. The Idol had reshaped, and so appeared the curves, the belly, the pointy tufty ears, the wide legs, the sashes, and more.

The face was oh-so-familiar with the short muzzle and the beaming smile, stylized.

Isik. Not as he was but had been.

An Idol that was different and yet, now affixed to the Pyramid and Altar, unable to move.[I][/I]

---

What happened next?

Rehu and Jean returned to Isik to divulge what happened. They talked in length, though Isik had to intervene about Jean's attempt to break the Idol. All the Elders were quick to find a punishment, but the sentence was for the Grizzly Bear to stay at the coastal village for the moment being.

However, the discussion stopped the moment a Komodo Dragon entered and cried.

“Land."

Land. More Land. Islands.

Not one, but an entire Archipelago had appeared around the Island, forming a ring that was so close that they were almost at swimming distance. Thus… Jean's presence was all the more important.

More important, too, as more people appeared over the following weeks, dredged by the waves, and collected by the Komodo Dragons, who housed them until Jean was there to welcome and guide those lost souls.

Guide them through what? A new life?

And then… The changes?

More and more souls arrived on the Island while the Komodo Dragons worked tirelessly to explore the unveiled Archipelago, finding fertile grounds and generous stones. They found plants that were unknown to them, such as spices and peculiar medicinal herbs.

They found… How little they had as Isik guided them through those changes with Jean's help, as well as the shipwrecked. The latter formed a cohesive group that slowly guided the Komodo Dragons to reclaim the knowledge that had been lost as well as build and establish new villages.

From there, it was only a steady progress for the Komodo Dragons, who noticed changes among themselves… And in their Eslan.

For years, Isik had remained his similar self. Big, egregiously so, but he assumed the Idol had nothing else to provide and change.

An assumption that ended the day Isik's minders found another pair of nipples poking through Isik's fur.

And a change that continued as Isik's form continued to grow. His limbs followed, likewise to his torso and organs. However, that growth was far outpaced by the changes made to Isik's breasts and belly.

Soon enough, the comfy house the tribe bestowed him would no longer contain his shape. A situation echoed by the Elders and Komodo Dragons, with Rehu among them, finding their natural growth amplified.

The Elders were massive before. Yet, none could deny the surge as their genitals started to grow again.

Rehu himself had to change his balls-pouch weekly, then daily, from the constant friction of his beanbag-sized testicles. Then, as the movement became difficult, the solution came from one of the Shipwrecked in the form of a wheelbarrow. Soon enough, all the Komodo Dragons of a certain age took up that solution. Some even started to decorate the crude construction of wood and steel with flowers, gold, or even obsidian, turning them into a fashion statement their Eslan approved.

Rehu, too, indulged in this as the current head of the Council with Isik by his side.

If by side, it meant to be the one mainly in contact with Isik and not physically beside the Snow Leopard.

The Eslan's growth kept pushing and advancing. His breasts, now up to the number of twelve, necessitated the constant presence of a plethora of Komodo Dragons to haul basins capable of containing five hundred liters each. Yet, Isik kept filling them at an ever increasing pace while moving the Eslan, which became a problem as he no longer fitted within the house. It had to be destroyed.

A shame for the Eslan who had to be relocated further north, in the jungle. Not to be kept away…

But to be served. Led by Rehu's worries, bolstered by the Komodo Dragons' industrious nature, and helped by the many children Isik birthed, they toiled to build a town for Isik. The Snow Leopard's body kept growing, beyond the size of a Komodo Dragon's house. Yet, the edifices formed to protect Isik and give him all the comfort he needed, from an overhanging arch allowing him to be fed by carted feasts, to supports for his belly and limbs. In the end, for ease of access, it was decided to keep Isik on his left side. People could reach his asshole that way, keep breeding him, and collect the multitude of eggs he kept laying.

Eggs that were soon hatched, with the Hatchlings raised and taught before they, too, moved on to the Archipelago to reinforce the Komodo Dragons' foothold on it.

By then, the Shipwrecked were two hundred, barely a droplet in the Komodo Dragons' population. Yet, they formed a presence as teachers, as handlers, as counselors for what was an earth-shattering change.

Even the old Jean, the graying Grizzly, was trusted once more to advise Rehu on the internal matters.

Steadily… The entire Archipelago was populated by the Komodo Dragons harvesting the steel and the metal, with the emergence of a new leadership.

Sure enough, Rehu was the Shaman and Elder, at the head of the council with the Eslan. But an idea started to spread among the Komodo Dragons: “If the outside is so terrible, why not help them?"

An idea echoed by a need to train and learn how to fight.

An idea echoed by a need for progress and evolution.

Barely at the helm anymore, Isik was only there to be fucked and lay eggs. Steadily, the constant fucking from the enormously-endowed Komodo Dragons, even Rehu, became a little detail in his life as he was told the changes happening here and there with an impotence his immobility exacerbated.

The town around him kept shifting and changing with his growing surges, and so did the architecture as the Komodo Dragons were adapting to the Elders' oversized genitals, their boulder-sized nuts, or trunk-like dick. The majority of stairs were traded for slopes, the doors and opening widened… And Isik watched how the style, of cut stone, shifted for bricks, mortars, and steadily… Concrete.

“I don't know what the Idol wants for me," said Isik to Rehu one day, who had come up to the feeding promontory. Rehu seemed as young as the day the Idol changed, the same as Isik. No one had aged, but they had changed so much.

Isik was bigger than two stacked houses, maybe three, and the promontory, perched so high, would soon bite in his shoulders if it wasn't destroyed. Rehu? He remained muscular, but he had to constantly use his wheelbarrow to move around while his breasts grew, too. His masculinity was without a doubt, but the Shipwrecked had to fashion him a bra for his, in caprision to relative size, beach ball sized breasts. Yet, the bra was always on the verge of bursting.

“I cannot tell, Iseek. But the Idol seems happy. So are we."

Happy. Well, that was true for Isik, as he couldn't feel the Sun's searing heat or the one inside him. He no longer felt the need to be bred, even though he kept being bred for the tribe. Even his breasts were not hurting anymore, even when they were naturally and constantly spraying into the pools built by the Komodo Dragons.

His body no longer hurt like when he was pregnant. And if not for his immobility or size, he would have waddled around. Instead, he remained in his corner as a distant observer of the changing Komodo Dragons.

The different Islands established trades with him at the center, as the Pyramid Village grew and reached Isik's home. The Komodo Dragons were training and, beyond that, working on building ships with a growing talent.

For that, it seemed Rekhe was the talented one and had caught up with his lag regarding languages. Yet, what surprised Isik was Rekse.

As the idea of expanding and protecting the Island became prevalent among the new and old generations, Rekse presented himself to Isik. By that time, the Komodo Dragon had developed a muscular body but wasn't hindered by oversized testicles like his peers. He walked around with a sheathed blade, wearing what could be compared to a new style, resembling a kimono but with a skirt and wrapping-up sandals. He was not the only one, as the young generations enjoyed that new style while the older generation stuck to the naked style.

As Rekse presented himself, he talked and presented one idea.

The Archipelago was prosperous and isolated from the outside world. Yet, more and more Shipwrecked landed on it, finding respite and happiness in a simpler life. Isik, too, was among them.

Then, as the overhanging question remained in the air, Rekse offered it.

If the outside world was cold and unjust, if the people outside were afraid and broken and despairing, maybe it was the Komodo Dragons' duty to help them.

Isik couldn't respond to that argument or the others as they reminded him of what he taught Rekse. What Rehai, and all the Komodo Dragons' taught his many children.

He was happy, satisfied.

Those days, he towered above the city, with aqueducts narrowly placed under each of his nipples while platforms and structures were built to access his asshole so the Komodo Dragons of all sizes and ages could breed him and add more to the eggs stretching his guts. He was happy. He was satisfied, given the most delicious meals he could have while the Shipwrecked taught new recipes to his children and more.

He was happy. But what of the outside?

Beyond the Islands, he could now see, peppered with concrete towns and fuming workshops. Beyond the Sea, that had been conquered and was now harvested for fish. Beyond all that, he saw the Idol's blessing that stretched and wrapped around everyone.

There were no illnesses or excessive suffering. The Shipwrecked were happy; they even had their little retirement place near the south where they spent their old days while taken care of before passing.

The resources were so abundant, they kept coming and giving.

If that were true, if the Idol was pleased as it is… Would it hurt to welcome more?

To help more to join? To bring them peace?

Rehu didn't have the answer; neither did the council, as they were afraid of what could happen if they passed through the veil separating the Archipelago from the outside world.

Rekse and his flock didn't dare to pass without Isik's approval.

But, like the rest, it would change.

Not that Rekse betrayed Isik's orders. But Isik's opinion. He asked Rekse to come with Rekhai and Rekhi. His two other Sons had grown, Rekhai had even joined Rekse's ranks. They no longer fought and presented a united front when Isik smiled at them and accepted.

They would cross the Veil and announce their presence to the world. So everyone would know there was a paradise here and no one had to be hurt.

The Idol could provide.

Isik could provide.

In the meantime, he would continue to be flocked by all his children working tirelessly to build a bigger town around him, undoing their work and remaking it to adapt his growing body, even if he towered above the Forest's canopy, visible from the surrounding islands.

They would all come, taking him, fucking him, filling him with more eggs, and worshiping him, somehow. The Komodo Dragons, and soon the Shipwrecked… As well as the poor sods wanting to leave the modern world for a happier place.