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I check the plant directly in front of me for splotches of color or strange thorns before pushing it aside. Sweat beads down my face, refusing to evaporate in the humid jungle air. It’s hard to make out the details through the hazy air, the moonlight only barely helping visibility. I take the chance, and hope that my gloves will keep whatever substance this plant may try to inject into me away, moving it aside and stepping into the moonlit clearing. I look up to see the two moons hanging in the sky. We’ve been in this damned archipelago for days, sent to recover some secret treasure or another in some ruins somewhere. All we’ve found is sand, a flock of large edible birds, plants that want to kill us, monsters that want to kill us, and natural magical phenomena which seem to want to kill us. I step farther into the clearing, and take a deep breath, unable to kick the feeling that I’m being watched by something. Splitting up, even if we’re sticking close, may have been a bad idea.

I hear a twig snap behind me, and I spin to face it, hand instinctively reaching to the hilt of my blade. I take another deep breath that carries the scents of the exotic plants all around me into my lungs. When nothing else moves in the still night, I let the breath go, and turn back around to cross the clearing. Probably just another of those big birds that spooked when it saw me. A shimmer passes over my vision, and once more, I take a breath in. Another shimmer as an invisibility spell falls, revealing an enormous black creature crouching on the opposite side of the clearing. Staring at me with slitted eyes, it stalks closer, the scales shimmering in the moonlight, and my brain makes the connection: Dragon.

Time slows to a crawl. I feel the urge to run, to bolt into the woods, consequences of running into a poisonous or paralytic plant be damned. My legs refuse to move. I can feel the sweat cascading down my face, from the humid heat and awe coursing through my brain. I recall something about dragon auras, their very presence forcing unseasoned adventurers to their knees… But not me. I take another breath, trying to steel myself, to move, but the distracting, heavy scent of cinnamon and floral tones unsettles me again.

The black-scaled dragon paces directly up to me, pausing, examining me. A strange, disquieting chitter rolls from the monster’s throat, and they reach towards me, claws outstretched. I’m still utterly paralyzed. Why won’t these legs just work!? I try anything to tear myself away, glaring at the claws as they gently touch my cheek, and stroke along my jaw. The pressure of some foul presence begins to press against my mind, and I inhale sharply, trying to scream, get the attention of my friends. They must be closeby. They need to know, to run, even if they can’t save me. Oh Gods, Kat.

That breath only pulls in more of that scent. It’s coming from this creature! What a fool I was, assuming the scent to be anything but the magic of a horrid demon. The presence in my head seems to explore a little, I can feel it, writhing in the back of my skull. Ethereal music begins to float through my mind. Then, a voice.

“Shhh. It’s okay now. Just relax for me.”

The remarkably gentle, feminine tone takes me off guard. Distracted, again! I feel the presence press farther. Feelings, ones that aren’t my own, begin to bubble up inside of me. A feeling of being full, but lower, not the feeling from a large meal. A deep desire to help. A selfless love. A wish for a better world. I feel myself go limp, and those wicked claws hold me up.

“There you go… That feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Somewhere, deep inside, I feel panicked, but on the surface, it does feel good. A pleasurable tingle, gently passing through my skin, like floating in a warm sea. My hands move on their own as the pleasant, gentle haze suffuses my mind. Despite literally being clutched in the claws of a predator, I can’t help but unclasp the buckles of my armor.

Plates thud heavily to the soil, and I feel the dragon’s tongue softly… daintily… lovingly drag its way up my bare stomach and chest. I don’t even remember taking off my shirt. Those feelings pass through me again, and I can’t help but welcome them. Something warm, damp, and hot begins to slither up between my legs. A mist clouds my mind. Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I spread myself. Wanting…

I lose sense of where I am. It doesn’t really matter.

All that matters is that I am absolutely full of eggs, and there’s a human right here. Wonderful, I can be extra efficient, make some space for some more eggs, and show her just how wonderful life can truly be, all at once. My pheromones already have her taking nice, deep breaths, no doubt causing lovely pleasure to course through her in waves of bliss. I step closer, the dark void around me parting as I move. I lower myself, feeling the tapered pair of feminine members everting themselves from my slit, oozing with slick, sticky fluids and the overwhelming reek of love.

A simple shift of my hips is all it takes, and she’s squealing deliriously. I rumble, feeling her tightness around me. No need to use both, just one shaft is plenty. Maybe later, when she’s bigger, both will be more comfortable. I feel the first half-developed, soft, gooey egg drop into my flexible ovipositor. I settle in, extending my senses outwards, eager to twist her into something so much more than she already is. Eager to ease my fullness. I release a pleasured croon to match her squeal of ecstasy as the scales begin to erupt from her skin. Something… Something is odd, but my desire to continue, my need to be emptied and the desire to give her such a wonderful gift distracts me, and I keep going. I feel fluids cascading from my feminine vent, the writhing deep inside begging for something to grip onto. I offer my own tail, curling it around and stuffing myself full. The extra pleasure speeds my laying inside her. Egg after egg, I watch her belly swell, and feel my own shrink. Her true form just needs a little bit more of a push to break free. I can feel how much she wants this gift, and I know how much I want to give the gift to her. With a final push, just before my climax, I draw her into the web and…

Realize that she’s me. I’m doing this to myself. I pause, the shock beating back my imminent peak, though I still feel both of my sexual organs writhing, spasming, so close to completion. Her deep blue scales. The missing chunk from her earfrill- just like the piece I’m missing from my human ear. She’s me. She huffs, and coos back to me, smiling.

“Why stop…? You love this, each and every second. The changing. The intimacy, the love that you get to share. It feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it feel right?”

It does. It was so easy to cave to those desires, to want to share and bring her- myself, to the wonderful loving embrace of the web. Maybe…

Just maybe, I wanted this so much more than I thought, and I just couldn’t see that until I was on this side of things.

Not delaying a moment longer, I press my hips forwards, burying my taper to the knotted hilt, and the feedback loop of pleasure rolls through me, every nerve, every spark of light cascading back and forth, amplifying over and over and over again into a perfect crescendo of impossible love. Love for myself, for the world. For everyone. For Kat…

I gasp and clutch my new royal close, feeling her eggs settle in my swollen belly, my orgasm fading with each heavy pant of my chest. I feel my wings twitch in the soft loamy jungle floor around me, and coo. Ugh, Gods, that’s such a hot amount of cum.

“There you are… Welcome, miluv.”

Hearing her voice sends a shiver down my spine, my tail tip flicking, finding her own and lovingly coiling it. I return my thanks with sensation and scent to her, and breathe out as she pulls herself from my petals.

“Thank you, truly. I… I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.” I croon back through the web, and she just giggles at me.

“You don’t owe me anything at all. I just loved you enough to show you how the world could really be.”

She scents the air, flicking her tongue. I obtain the sensation through her.

“That’s… Kat. I can tell, that’s the scent of the staff she carries around.”

“Mmm. You’re close with her. You go, I’ll look for others, okay?”

She nuzzles my chin, and I croon, nibbling right back. I pass her an affirmative, and she lopes off into the trees, her flawless glamer cascading over her scales as she melts back into the jungle. I roll to my feet, my deep blue scales sparkling in the cool moonlight, and step into the foliage, pulling an illusion over myself like a favorite, familiar coat.

It doesn’t take too long to find Kat. My instincts are sharp, and everyone, all my friends, they’re so noisy and lousy about navigating the trees. I hear a wail of bliss– that’s Jens, I think– as my royal Welcomes another. I feel a shiver roll down my spine, my frill lifting as a bead of precious fluid drips from my feminine vent, my tendrils squirming with such sympathetic anticipation inside.

I focus back on Kat.The scent of magic is sour on her, though the lovely smell of the wood of her staff and the perfume she wears brings back such memories in cold, candlelit taverns. Dancing through the jungles is easy, and soon, I’m upon her. I find her at the edge of a clearing, and stifle a chuckle to myself. What a coincidence. I already have an opportunity to show off my full self to her. I relax a little, and extend myself outwards.

Kat sneezes, and I can see the confusion bubble up on her face, before recognition sinks in. She always was sharper than me when it came to magical things. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised she noticed me trying to pull her closer with a bit of suggestion. Kat whips her staff around, lights bursting into existence on the end as she searches for me. I decide that I don’t want her to wait in anticipation.

I step out of the trees, letting my illusion drop, and smile.

“Hey,” I coo to her. The shock on her face makes me giggle a bit. I can feel her psyche roiling, knowing, instinctively, who I am, but rejecting it thoroughly out of instinctual ignorance. That’s okay, Kat… All in time. She swallows, and croaks out.

“L-Liz? Is that you?”

“Yeah, yeah, it is.” I smile, taking a step closer. Goodness. I really do feel rather full. It would be awfully nice to have someone to share the glee weighing down my tummy with. Kat lowers her staff a bit, dumbstruck, the cloud of Love around her showing just how much she means to me. Or at least, I hope so. Her silly human nose likely isn’t enough to pick up the meaning just yet.

“What… Happened to you?”

“Oh. Something absolutely wonderful. Genuinely. I’ve… Never been happier. I’m sure you’ll be joining me here in a moment.” I pause, and sigh as I feel my twin tapers loudly press from my slit, eggs already wanting a new, less-crowded space to grow within. She gasps in shock at my brazen display, but I couldn’t care any less. I coo back, soothingly, and close the distance between us, physically, and mentally.

“Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll understand.”

Even before waking, I could tell it had become morning. Kat always was an early riser, even before our Welcomings. I, however, always enjoy my beauty sleep. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt, and even though I want to join Kat in the waking world, the drag of sleep is pleasant and nice. Sensations from a nearby dream float through my lucid, yet still sleeping mind. Hazy and strange, the scent of berries and sugar press against the inky void of my consciousness. It’s Glen. Dreaming about pies again. We’ll have to find a way to make something similar. Poor guy misses his sweets.

Best to leave him to his more deep, involved dream, and I refocus on our web of connection. Kat seems to have wandered off a bit, and a tinge of worry begins to rise in me before I feel another’s ease gently dissipate it. We all know it’s safer to stick to groups. Hells, breaking apart and splitting, even if we stayed close, is how Vaiia found it so easy to give us all such a wondrous gift in the first place. Yet, it’s probably for the best that we made that mistake a few nights ago. Kat has gotten further away. Someone should go and follow her, but I don’t sense any urgency from anyone else, and the scraps of dreamy lucidness from Jens means I’m the one who’s in the best position to follow her.

Sighing inwardly, I reluctantly pull myself out of the collective haze of dreams, and towards the waking world. I open my eyes, the lovely pink morning sky vault over my head. It’s going to storm later. We’ll have to find some place to bunker down. Trees and jungle undergrowth sway gently in the wind, and I spend just a moment basking in the serenity of the world. The soft sandy earth under me… the tangle of warm scaled limbs and bodies I’m a part of. The chorus of slow, methodical breaths, the swirling scents of contentment, safety, and sleep. A gentle song rises in my ears, normally just past my perception, and I let it slip through my claws and back into the background as I extricate myself from the sleeping pile.

It’s pretty easy, given Kat was the one with most of her weight on me. Just a bit of a wriggle of my tail, and we’re out. My jaw cracks open in a fat, heavy yawn, and I step away from the group. My forked tongue flicks slowly, sampling the air for information. Kat walked inland, there aren’t any dangers about, but some food walked by a bit ago. Smells like breakfast will be good today. As I slip into the trees, I hear Jens take a deep breath. He’ll probably be up in a second. I send him a mental nudge as I leave, telling him where I’m going, and why, and that I’ll catch up in a bit.

He returns a groggy mental affirmative as I leave the beach and enter the treeline.

I dance through the tropical jungle like I was born for it, avoiding dangerous plants and insects with each step. My wings pull close to my body, letting me squeeze and writhe through the undergrowth. I leave a trail, certainly, but only the most keen eyed trackers could follow me as I am now. I feel Kat’s location, nearby but not in immediate range, even if I know exactly where she’s gone. Ten more minutes of walking, and I breach the wall of leafy plants and step into our watering hole. Fresh water is a delight. Salty is fine, but this is good in a different way.

Kat is leaning over the watering hole, her front legs mostly submerged down the gentle slope, the clear water giving her deep green scales a glitter unlike any other. Since I’ve walked up from behind, I get to appreciate her lovely, heavy rump. Her powerful, wide haunches and thick, shapely tail are fully on display. The curve of her egg-laden belly is an additionally lovely treat for the eyes, the way it forces her to stand with her hindlegs just barely spread around its enormous bulk tickles something deep in my groin.

My tail lashes. I feel my dicks slide out of their slit, oozing. God, she’s such a hot dragoness. Her deep green scales melt into the forest like a creature out of a dream. The long, gentle frill running from her head down to the tip of her tail is the gentle color of sand in the afternoon, wonderfully matching the shade of her belly scutes. Her twin horns and claws gleam a deadly ivory, shiny and healthy. She’s even more beautiful now than she was before our Welcoming, her physical presence equal to her calming mental one. I stalk up to her, and her tail reaches out and brushes against my snout. I feel her teasy need and press it right back with my own, and we begin a push-and-pull of our shared arousal, each tug lifting it higher.

She also lifts her tail. I get a view of her absolutely wonderful sex, its fat septet of flower-like petals fully engorged and slightly pink with the blush of arousal. I slide up atop her, and she spreads and lowers her wings, bracing herself. A cocktail of our horny-intentioned scents mix in the air, causing my dicks to twitch with need. I slip myself inside, my cocks helixing with each other into a fat, bizarre thing that makes her shiver as it presses in. Love, Arousal, Greetings, and Playfulness are added to the reek on the wind, and I start to pump my hips. A week ago, if you told me I’d love using my pair of prehensile, tapered dicks to fuck my closest childhood friend silly, I’d call you crazy. I’d call you even crazier if you told me that I’d enjoy the prickle of the tentacles in said friend’s snatch stinging me and pulling us up to an orgasm, too.

The encounter is only a quick one. We both want to cum, and sex is great, but it’s not the kind of day to spend lazing around and rutting from sunrise to sunset. My groan of orgasmic pleasure is the first real sound I’ve made today, and damn, isn’t that a way to start the morning? I feel Kat’s aphrodisiac venom hammer through my veins, and our shared peak comes not long after, her sensation and emotion swirling together with mine in a maelstrom of sexy, pleasured bliss where it becomes impossible to tell what feeling is coming from who. It’s only once the worst of it, or perhaps the best of it, has passed that I gain the lucidity to realize it’s my cocks pulsing and shooting fat cables of thick dragoness seed up her snatch, instead of some amalgamated idea that we’re both on both ends performing both actions simultaneously.

I let out a satisfied chuff in her ear, and she responds with a deep rumble of her own. Somehow, she finds the lucidity for words.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Did you rest well?” She giggles gently, reaching her head up to nibble at my jawline.

I open my mouth to answer, but can only groan and shiver as I feel her muscular tunnel tighten around me, and her tentacles milk my dicks for a bit more seed. I sigh, and press against her, thrusting gently and casually. It takes me a moment to finally get control of my voice.

“I did sleep well, yes. I enjoyed our dream together last night, made me want the real deal. The look on May’s face was priceless.” I coo, and bring the dream-memory of May’s expression back up to my mind, and pass it to Kat. She giggles, and nips me.

“I guess she didn’t expect us to be desecrating a holy site in our heads, huh? Think we went too far, should we apologize?” She asks. I don’t need to be able to feel her emotions to know she’s concerned. I hum in thought, and then nuzzle her neck.

“I think it’ll be okay. We were just fucking on the altar in the church back in Garsantha. No big deal, I don’t think. She’ll get over it. Maybe we can do the thing with our tongues she likes in apology, if she’s that down about it.” I let my weight fall atop her fully, and let a rumbly purr out of my throat. Kat makes an exaggerated ‘oof’ and shakes her rear. Her tail cracks across my haunches, and I hiss a bit reflexively.

“Hey, get your fat ass off! You’re heavy, and I’m full of our eggs, so I shouldn’t be carrying any more than I already am!” She snaps, her teeth closing playfully around my neck. I snort and twist, dismounting her. I hear the splatter of our combined fluids tainting the watering hole, followed by the heavy splash of Kat dropping her tail back down. I decide to grab a drink for myself, only pertinent after spending so much fluid after all. As I swallow the first few gulps, I feel Jens and Vaiia’s pleasure off in the distance. Seems Kat and I motivated a bit of a wake up call. Whoops. Kat snorts.

“They’re really going at it again. Should we remind them it’s not a competition?”

I shrug. “It’s not like they don’t know. Vaiia just wants more eggs. You know the drill, I’m sure.” I give my hips a wiggle, and bump her. My tail finds hers, and coils it tightly, and I feel and smell her love rocket up. Kat purrs, and leans against me a bit.

“Mmmm. Well, she better not try to make me take them. I’m full to bursting.”

“May or I can. Maybe I’ll offer to hold onto them, then put them up Jens’s tail end when he’s not paying attention.”

Kat snorts, and we share a kiss, pressing our noses together and drinking deeply of each others’ scents. After the tender moment passes, Kat whispers in my head.

Let’s go get back to the others. I’m hungry, you’re hungry, everyone’s hungry. I think it’s time we caught some food.

I pass a wordless feeling of agreeing to her, and we turn and waltz through the woods together, my wing draped over her. It’s not quite as fast as I moved coming out here, Kat’s egg-stuffed tummy does slow her down a bit. I press my mind outwards as we move, feeling for the rest of our group. It’s not hard to find them.

Jens and Vaiia are on round three already this morning, and the two of them are leaking sensation into the web like mad. I can feel that she’s got his throat in her jaws and is slamming her hips down on him, her hunger radiating intensely outwards, a demand that Jens perform. Royal egg-need is really something else, and I don’t envy her at all for that. I’d go equally nuts if I had nearly a half-dozen needy egg-wombs tucked away in my tummy. I can feel that Jens is loving every last second of it, at least. I check in on May and Glen and find they are still asleep. Probably having a talk in their dreams before they wake up.

I smelled some food as I was coming out to get you, I whisper into Kat’s head while passing her the memory of the moment, but it seemed to be quite a lot of it, so all six of us should probably go for it. Better coordination practice and such too.

Most of Kat’s response is nonverbal. Senses of agreeing and appreciation, estimated direction and speed of the food, and possible current locations given our understanding of the island’s topography. It’d be a complex operation. Her words come just at the end of her rapid fire stream of information. Seems wise.

We hear and smell the group, or rather, Jens and Vaiia, before we see them. Kat and I barely spare a thought at the pair of clanmates enthusiastically going about the process of making more eggs. We press through the thick foliage at the edge of the beach, and wander back onto the sandy little haven we’ve set up, the rough, dug up embankment shielding us from the wind while a channel directs any especially heavy waves to not wash away our sleeping spot. Draconic growls and snaps and hisses radiate from the right. Jens is on top now, and judging by the smell, this is probably round four at this point. I shake my head and roll my eyes, using my fores to dig a comfortable, tummy-shaped depression in the sand for Kat. Webbed feet are plenty good as scoops for sand, too.

“You don’t have to go for a new record, you two. What you’ve done at this point is plenty, I can smell that Vaiia’s full. Pregnant five times over.” I snort at them, but they don’t respond, focused too deeply on each other. Their backs arch in unison, and the spicy-cinnamon scent of love pours out from them. I watch Jens’s dick flex and pulse, his heavy, external nuts struggle to lift their weight in his cream-colored sack. His blue scales are a bit lighter than mine, but his extremely expressive trio of floppy spinal frills mark him as our Navigator. Just so happens that gender happens to come with an extra fat blunt battering ram of a dick and extremely overproductive nuts. Royal’s gotta get their fill somewhere, I guess.

Vaiia releases a pleased, gentle chitter and leans up to lick Jens’s snout lovingly. Her quartet of horns matches mine and Jens’s, but our single frills mark us as Girls With Extra Between The Legs, instead of the extravagantly triple-frilled boys. Our black-scaled Royal is the reason we’re all in this wonderful state.

A week ago, we were a group of treasure hunters, hired by the Church back in Garsantha to acquire some ancient artifact called a ‘Flow Compass’. Lots of searching and leads later, we figured the only spot one could be would be some ruins in Arcania. Of course, no sane ship would give us passage out here, so we ended up buying our own shitty little sloop and hauling ourselves out. It’s still moored on the other side of the island. Probably. Unless that storm two days ago took it down. Hard to imagine working the sails and wheel in my current condition, to be honest.

After a lot of struggling with the weather, and a few other island visits, we landed here looking for the ruins and the Compass, sure we’d find them. Vaiia found us, instead.

We were too easy a target to pass up. I was given her gift first, she embraced me under the moon, and pulled me out of myself like a Gods-damned candy stretcher. I shudder, remembering the rapturous feeling of a new being inside my own head, and of my body changing. It took just moments, but it’s probably going to be the most important moment of my life. Before then, I was human.

Now, I’m a fucking dragon. To think that the church is debating on whether or not to classify us as highly dangerous, monstrous killing machines. I mean, sure, a girl’s gotta eat, but I can’t imagine running around murdering a town for sport. There’s too much love in here for me to hold on my own now.

It’s a good thing I’ve got a whole little clan to share it with. Once Vaiia got me, I went and got Kat. She freaked out a bit at first, but once we… engaged in negotiations, she saw the right of it and we fucked for the first time right on the forest floor. Vaiia got Jens next, and we hooked up to make sure May and Glen got their Welcoming too. Honestly, we almost lost Glen, tricky bastard blink-teleporting all over the place, but with May on our side too, we cornered him. He fought the most out of any of us, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that love is REALLY strong.

I nuzzle Kat’s frill gently, and she chirps softly. I glance back over at Jens and Vaiia, who seem to be finishing up basking in their afterglow, preening each others’ faces with their tongues. Vaiia slips forward, and Jens’s dick slides free from her, the thick, log-like thing hanging heavily between his legs as it softens, slowly receding into his fat sheath. He yawns, and stretches, only for my and Vaiia’s tails to slap him on the snout, a surprised squeak squeezing between his teeth.

Don’t go back to sleep! Vaiia’s voice echoes in my head, and I know Jens heard it too as he grumbles. I snort.

“We’re going to go get breakfast, now that you two are done with your playtime.” I explain, sharing Kat’s planning rapid-fire with the two of them. Vaiia nods, her voice in our minds again.

We’ll have to move on after we eat, too. Otherwise we’ll bleed this island out completely and lose a valuable waystation for the Clan. It’s not worth wasting, and we have to meet up with the rest of the Clan before they leave us behind.

Jens lets out a grumbly ‘hmm,’ clearly running distance and speed numbers in his head as he opens his mouth. “We’re still looking for the Compass though, right?”

I shrug with my wings, nuzzling down at Kat who nips back up at me. “Why would we? Don’t know what we’d do with it, even.”

Kat joins in, her voice in our heads. We should have that conversation with Glen and May too. Their opinions are important. Shall I wake them?

We all send various mental agreements, and Vaiia nods emphatically, her agreement with Kat overruling further discussion. I feel a surge of mental pressure from Kat, and she calmly states They’ll be with us in a moment.

True to her word, May and Glen are lifting their heads and shaking off sleep. May got the same treatment I did. She used to be an orc gal, just like I was human. Now, we’re both equipped with girl and boy parts all at once. It’s fucking fantastic, and as much as I love fucking Kat, (some of the most fun I’ve ever had has been writhing around in the sand with Kat) the electric feeling of fucking and getting fucked at the same time is something else. May’s red scales shine like fire, and her headstrong attitude is important for keeping us all focused. Glen, on the other hand, is our other pretty boy. He’s a nice, velvety purple, the lithe elf making for a nice…

Alright, there’s no kind way to put it, he came out kinda twinky. Vaiia explained at one point that boys are smaller than girls for a reason. Girls need more space to hold eggs, more weight to throw behind defending nests, and more power. Boys can hunt well with their reduced size but Glen is the smallest out of all of us. I’d almost feel bad for him, if not for the fact that he’s even scarier with magic than he was before. Sure, he’s not throwing fireballs or teleporting around anymore, but he’s even better at illusions than Vaiia is. He might be a twinky dork, but he’s our twinky dork that deserves respect. A dragon is still a fucking dragon.

May and Glen yawn, and I smile warmly. It’s so good to have our group all together, and the two of them join Kat and I in our little cuddle pile. Vaiia and Jens are next, and soon, we’re all nuzzling and grooming and loving on each other while we talk. The mental chatter happens fast, ideas and thoughts passing around like lightning through our ‘web’.

<^ So, Food this morning? ^>

:: Absolutely. We’re all hungry and need to eat. There’s a flock of terrorbirds on the island and they’re tasty and easy to hunt. That’s what we’re going after. ::

_= Simple enough, let’s get going. =_

:: Not so fast, please, May. While you were asleep, Jens came up with an important question. We needed you and Glen up to chat. ::

() Question up for the group: Are we still going after the Compass? ()

<^ Why wouldn’t we? ^>

-> Why would we? What would we do with it, Glen? Bring it back to Garsantha, strut into the Church with our tails swaying? Probably get butchered for being DRAGONS at worst, or get paid in money we don’t care about anymore at best? It’s a waste of time. <-

<^ It’s why we came out here, Liz. ^>

-> It sure isn’t why we’re going to stay out here, though, and you know that. <-

:: Please don’t argue. Let’s be civil about this, please. What are everyone’s opinions? We’ll start with Jens, since he brought up the question. ::

() I have no strong feelings. I’ll go where you all go. You’re my family. Kat, you go next. ()

:: That’s not very committal. I guess I’m interested in the Compass? I want to see what it does, and know why the Church wanted it. Maybe we should destroy it if it’s a bad thing for them to have. I’m only worried it’ll take too long to find. May, go next. ::

_= It was a divine duty we took to obtain it and bring it to the Church. I recognize it’s dangerous for us to go back, but we should at least try, even if we don’t collect payment, we agreed to do our best to bring it back. Glen, your opinion? =_

<^ It seems obvious to go get it. We can decide what to do when we have it. Vaiia, thoughts? ^>

There’s a decent pause in the speed of information trading. It’s only been a second so far, but Vaiia takes her time to answer. When she does speak, it’s a lot.

)-> While I want what you all want, as my Clan and my family, it’s not something that ever came to my mind when I was giving my gift. In my opinion, this is a strange urge that seems to be a holdover from when you were not Arcanian, and I find that difficult to grapple with. It’s not an object I see value or desire in. It is my opinion that the best thing to do would be to forget about this Compass so we can get a head start on moving to the Clan rallying location, as we are likely to move as a greater group in the coming weeks due to the seasonal changes and rumblings about our clan rivals gearing up to attack us. I want us to be safe. I want us to be happy. But we will live a long time, and I do not want you all to regret not seeking this object. We can spend one more night here before we need to move to join the rest of the Clan, but we’ll have to swim fast. My decision is that we can look today if you all wish, but we’ll have to move out tomorrow, as it’d be too dangerous to dally. Liz, it’s your turn. <-(

In comparison, my thoughts are much more simple.

-> Leave the stupid Compass. Let’s go join our family. <-

:: Liz is the only one outright against seeking the Compass. Jens doesn’t care. Glen, May, and Myself are all interested in getting it. Vaiia is okay with it, but doesn’t want a delay. I think Vaiia’s caution is something we can take into account. We look for it, and if we don’t find it, leave tomorrow morning. Sound good to everyone? ::

I feel general agreement float through our link, and I sigh, pulling back a bit to not let my displeasure roil around too much. The whole conversation took maybe five seconds, so I should try to get over the grump quickly. My mood is noticed anyway, and I get smothered by Kat and Vaiia’s empathy, but they note that I was outvoted. The only thing I can do is live with it. I lift my head up and snap, cutting our little grooming session short.

“Let’s get breakfast. I’m hungry, and the sooner we find this stupid thing the sooner we can go meet our family.”

The response from the group is to grab me and pull me back into the pile proper, tongues and teeth and appenages wriggling and rubbing all over me. I let out an involuntary, deep rumble, my frustration slowly easing away even as a calmness begins to overtake me. A calmness that’s got prickles of arousal nipping at its edges. I seek the nippy source, and find May. I shoot her a wordless interrogative, only to be returned with a mental image of a very wild, very hot group-love session we had a few days ago. I sigh, and resign myself. A bit more fucking before food, then. I feel the flowery, fat petals of my pussy unfurl, and someone makes a sexy rumble as I start to drift almost brainlessly into the fog of the building orgy. I feel Vaiia’s mind brush against mine, followed by a little twinge somewhere deep inside my tummy. I send an interrogative feeling back, and get an explanation.

I am switching off our capacity to make more eggs. We have plenty, and more will slow us down.

I feel, for a moment, like I should almost be insulted that she’s fooling around with my body like that, but then I let it go. There will be many, many, many eggs in the future. No harm in pacing ourselves, after all.

I mostly drift through the following group love session, peeking into others’ minds for a bit, and just enjoying the feeling of getting mounted and rutted. I elect to not press myself into anyone else, still feeling a bit spent from my morning session with Kat. I sigh, and try and let myself relax, working my muscular, tendril-stuffed vent around every dick and tongue that finds its way inside of me. Even without it being a raging writhing mating ball, it’s still nice. Grumpiness melts away as I’m showered in so much love from the people closest to me. My family. By the end of the session, I’m just as into it as everyone else. Getting fucked is just something else. Especially with my new equipment.

In the past, sex never pulled me in that much, but now? With a muscular, active, tentacle-stuffed vent? Pressing back against whoever is in me right now… May, I think? Is divine. I bask in the feelings of love and pleasure. Of sharing, too, my feelings pooling out into others as theirs slosh into me. Every orgasmic peak, a shared spike of love. It’s hard to hold onto grumpiness when loving feels so good.

It’s maybe thirty minutes of fooling about, and then rumbly stomachs pull us slowly from our shared reverie. I’m the first to extricate myself from the pile, the warm afterglow under my tail dribbling away along with a sizable amount of various mixed seeds. Pretty sure everyone with a dick got at least some in me.

I look across the group. Vaiia and Kat are snuggling closely, their rounded, egg-stuffed bellies touching and rubbing in lovely afterglow even as their muzzles press into each other. Just behind them, Glen and Jens are lazily frotting, the ponderous blunt Navi dick of Jens flopping limply over Glen’s pair of toy-like, stiff cocks. May has her snout up against the two of them grinding away, her tail half-heartedly pounding her own pussy.

I snort, and step past them into the surf, stomping up to my ankles before I drop my rump in the water. I give myself a quick scrub to get any dried seed off of my rear, scooping a grip full of soft, fine sand and using it as an abrasive.

Kat and Vaiia join me after a moment, and I gently touch my snout to both of them, eliciting pruums of contentment from both. I extend my feelings out to them, to start our conversation about hunting.

Glen’s building orgasm suddenly spikes through us, his squeak of bliss adorable and high pitched. I giggle a little, and whisper through my mind to Vaiia.

He’s adorable, isn’t he?

Vaiia gives me a knowing smirk, and a memory presses against my mind, asking me to let it in. When I do, I see from Vaiia’s perspective, of her railing Glen, rolled on his back, his fores hiding his blushing snout as his pricks squirt with each thrust of Vaiia’s hips.

More adorable a few minutes ago. He was begging me to fill him with eggs…

An auditory message floats by, and I snag it, curious. It’s just as Vaiia described. Glen babbling, crooning, pleading to be stuffed pregnant. Asking to be made so round he’s mistaken for a girl. Begging to be treated like an incubator of all things.

I grin, and pass a hypothetical back to Vaiia, of both of us taking turns passing him back and forth, doing just that.

Lotta work for one girl. Wanna share?

Vaiia audibly giggles, raising a suspicious frill-flick from Kat.

I’ll be sure to make him extra stretchy.

Kat sneaks into our conversation, amused curiosity rolling off her.

You two planning mischief again?

I snort.

Only the kind the target would love.

I flick the conversation to Kat, and she blushes, her tail lifting a little in sympathetic embarrassment.

…I understand the appeal of what he wants.

Kat croons, a clawed fore rubbing her expansive tummy. I shiver, feeling the love she has for her situation and the eggs she carries washing over me. Vaiia’s voice cuts through the moment.

Now, now, let’s not start another romp so soon. Food time. It’s nearly midday. And the others are finally done.

True to her words, the other three join us in the surf, scrubbing themselves clean. I bully Glen a bit as he does so, being good natured about his wailing to carry eggs, but he denies it on its face with displeased huffs.

Too bad for him I can feel the pleasured, roiling embarrassment he’s leaking. I let him slide, and one by one, we stomp back up the beach, ready for a hunt.

Hunting as a group is a different kind of thrill. I never imagined that working as a team could look like this. We had our fair share of fights and combat before, but this is something else entirely. A perfectly balanced team. We split.

Jens and Kat each take a far flank as we follow the scent of food, with Vaiia and Glen taking up the rear, focusing on maintaining illusory glamer for all of us.

We’d be a sight to behold, if anything could actually see us. It takes us only an hour to hone in on food, our six noses working together to triangulate the source of the scent. We dash through the trees, tails balancing ourselves automatically as we maintain a jog over the rough, difficult terrain of the jungle. We’re in luck, too. Our target has decided to stop in a clearing. Easy pickings. Nowhere for them to run if things go sideways.

May and I take our usual positions, as spearheads. We break into the clearing, and find our meal waiting for us.

Terror birds! A whole pile of them, a bit more than 10 at a glance. They’re not so terrifying when you outweigh them like I do now. They’re basically just chickens. They can put up a fight, physically… but it’s a shame for them that we're equipped with more tools than physical.

I allow my mind to expand outwards, and Jens instantly tallies the number of birds and maps a route for us. There are enough for each of us to get two, so we collectively agree on that.

I focus in on two birds in particular, warping their perceptions of reality. They’re not smart, so it’s basic. Just add curiosity. Plucking the strings of their minds and perception comes with satisfaction. I smirk as the pair of birds witlessly waddle off in the direction of Jens and Kat. I briefly recall a memory Vaiia gave me, of her ‘hunting’ me when she Welcomed me. It’s astounding how little extra effort she had to put into it to pull me, a human, along by the nose. Prey is prey, I suppose.

There’s a sudden snap of my connection to the two terror birds. Kat and Jens springing their ambush. Perfectly done, not even a moment of fear came from the birds. I focus on the next pair, dancing invisibly among them, less noticed than a breeze, or a shadow.

As I trick second set to go wandering away from the main group, I check on May. She’s doing just as well as I am, her tail lashing in the joy of hunting. I never took her for the type of lady to enjoy a bit of violence before, but she looks positively radiant while on the hunt. Her gait confident, measured, and powerful, expertly twisting her prey’s reality into her desired shape.

I repress the urge to mount her. She’s a hot bitch, but that can wait. My family needs me to play my role here, and so, I do. I leverage mental assault to have another terror bird wander off in Kat and Jens’ direction. I sneak an empathic peek in Kat’s direction, to see how their part is going.

The smell and taste of delicious blood. Satisfaction. Pride. A twinge of hunger. Surprise, and then warmth and love presses in my direction. Kat’s voice slips into my head.

Don’t overkill. We’ll need to be back here later. Let them repopulate, and we have enough. Plenty for everyone.

I groan. It’d be nice to gorge, but she’s right. I drop my glamer and hell breaks loose immediately. Terrorbirds release raucous alarm cries and dash off into the trees, scattering the whole while. They’re actually really fast. There’s no way I’d be able to maintain a sprint to catch them at that speed, and with their brains full of fear, it’d be a lot harder to lure them to me.

May steps out of thin air right next to me, watching the prey we let escape scrabble into the woods. A strange feeling rises up from her, and I tilt my head, and make a quizzical noise.

She sighs. “I never thought I’d enjoy killing something, but this feels absolutely electric every time.”

I turn, and begin walking back towards the others, calling back over my wing. “You’re a predator, girlie. It should feel good to catch your food. That’s how you know your brain is working right.” I end with a little chuckle, and leave May be for a moment, letting her bathe in the bloodlust a bit as I take stock of the food situation.

We caught plenty of food for everyone. Glen is busy picking the feathers off of his while grumbling, Vaiia is already working on her second bird. Kat is taking her time… her snout shoved into the carcass’s body cavity, eyes half-lidded as she’s clearly enjoying the taste of the lovely organs she’s devouring. The second half of her meal is clutched in one of her hindfeet, her sharp talons piercing it. Jens is relaxing, grooming the blood off his fores. He was always a snappy eater.

I grab my share off the remaining pile, gripping the carcass by the neck. I give a single, heavy thrash, feeling the spine snap in three places between my teeth. I take a deep breath, and croon.

Gods that always feels fucking amazing. My tail lashes, and then I move to the side, and coil up, gripping my meal and tearing the meat off, using a small burst of fire to singe the feathers off.

Glen groans. “That smells horrid. Could you not do that while I’m trying to eat?”

I pause in the middle of stretching a stringy bit of meat to slurp up. I tilt my head at him, shooting him a quizzical thought.

You look more like you’re collecting feathers than eating.

He growls a little. “I hate the texture, but also hate the smell of burnt feathers… I’m not a fan of these, could we do fish next time?”

Picky, picky. I tease him back, tearing a leg off my meal and swallowing it.

Glen opens his mouth to respond again, but a sudden jolt from Jens smothers our conversation.

“Where’s May?”

I blink.

I just left her in the clearing, she was-

I press my mind outwards, searching, and I realize Jens is right.

She’s gone.

I drop my food, and dash back into the clearing, hearing the frantic flurry of mindweb “shouts” behind me. I flick my tongue, grabbing May’s taste and scent, pressing it against the sensitive patch on the roof of my mouth. I close my eyes to hone in on the smell, and follow it.

She walked off in the opposite direction, following the birds as they ran. Looking for more food perhaps? No, probably just tracking, in case we get stuck, so we can find them again. I dance carefully through the woods, and feel Glen and Kat casting spells on me from a distance. Combat defenses. I stop to use my nose again, the reek of loam and forest dampness smothering the spicy smell of May, but not smothering it. May’s scent changed here, the acrid reek of fear tinging her. Jens slips up nearby me, invisible to the eye, and similarly warded.

Something got her. I pass to him silently.

I see his claws dip at some sticky substance on the ground nearby.

…I think it’s silk.

Spider.

An affirmative reply comes from him, and we sample the scent of the silk. The others catch up to us as we prowl in the direction of May’s scent, but it doesn’t take too long to find her.

A section of the woods, sheltered beneath the canopy, utterly draped in glittering silk. It’s actually quite beautiful, thin, whispy weaves festooned across branches and trunks, creating arching tunnels and see-through chambers. We fan out, splitting into a group of three, and a group of two. Jens and I drill deeper into the eerily quiet nest.

We find May first, bleeding from a clear wound on her neck, secured and hung by a half-woven cocoon of fibers. Her flickers of mental activity tell us she’s still alive, but unconscious. I reach to grip a strand of web, but Jens stops me.

Don’t. It’ll feel that. Gotta get her down fast, all at once, then run like hell. Try and burn instead?

I nod, and open my mouth, squeezing on the glands next to my throat, my fangs similarly spraying venom. A burst of fire rocks forward from my mouth, the dull “thoomp” of fire washes over May’s restraints.

The silk remains unburnt, but the glittering is gone.

Fireproof oils! I shout through our mental connection. A liquid, frothy chitter hits my ears from somewhere up above. I feel Jens start to respond, his mind working on the problem already, before some realization washes over him.

Oh, shit. Jens curses.

A titanic spider, bigger than three of us put together, slowly creeps down from above. It’s not what I had in mind. It’s not some spindly thing, like a titanic version of a wolf spider from back on the mainland. The black-and-brown mottled carapace is studded with thick hairs, its legs thick and strong. Of course we get the fucking lumberjack version of a spider. Vaiia tells me that they’re coming in the back of my head.

Jens and I dance out of the way as the massive spider gently, silently alights on the bare forest floor, staying hidden. Our foe clearly understands something is amiss, its eyes scanning around, its legs gently touching thick bundles of strands, feeling for vibrations.

Stay still. Jens urges. You don’t have to tell me twice.

Plan?

We know it bites. We know it webs. We also know it can’t see us if we don’t move, but it can probably feel us if we do. We’ll have to wear it down with all of us… tear it to bits a little at a time while unseen…

I send back my understanding. Seems reasonable. The spider, however, hasn’t been idle. The hooks on the end of its legs have been plucking at strands all over the area.

What’s it doing? I ask.

Dunno. Comes the response.

Glen’s mid-range shout cuts through Jens and I’s conversation.

<^ MOVE! DISSPELL! ^>

I blink, and feel a wave of magic slam against me, the wards and glamers shuddering under the force. Most hold.

Some, like my invisibility, unravel instantly. Jens’s frills shoot up in shock as we’re brought back to the visible spectrum.

“Fuck.” I spit.

The spider wheels on me instantly. I duck, and dash forward, just before the massive razor fangs catch me. Jens leaps to action, trying to sink his teeth into one of the spider’s rear legs. I hear the clash of his bite on its hide. I reach up, and drag my claws over the spider’s underside, but its thick carapace sparks as the force of my blow does nothing to its armor. The spider ‘kicks’ its leg, and throws Jens. He spreads his wings, and twists in the air to land back on his feet.

I decide I don’t want to be under this thing anymore, and move to its opposite side, trying to split its attention between Jens and I.

It doesn’t work, and lunges for Jens. I gasp in horror as Jens flinches, and the spider’s fangs-

Pass harmlessly through the blurred-displaced illusion of Jens.

Move, you idiot! Jens screams in my head. I let my instincts kick in. Too much thinking.

I lunge and bite the leg in front of me, aiming for a thick knee joint. My teeth wrench against the hide at first, but my fangs, curved around to the leg’s inside, find purchase in soft flesh and cut. A burst of thick fluid splashes the forest floor as the leg goes rigid.

<^ Spiders move with hydraulic action, if you can poke holes in its circulatory system like that, we can immobilize it and then take our time and- ^>

-> Stab and cut squishy spot make it bleed got it please tell me something I don’t know! <-

I shake off the distraction as the spider breaks distance, skittering up a tree trunk, its one leg not even seeming to bother it. With six limbs, it begins to pluck at the web. The others are closer now, and I feel Glen’s panicked fear washing over me.

Right.

He’s afraid of spiders.

Jens shoots a burst of fire at the spider, trying to interrupt it, but it keeps plucking away. I don’t wanna try and climb up there, and neither does Jens.

The tingle of a magic spell dances over my scales, and the spider’s injured leg suddenly snaps back out, and then rests normally.

“Did it just fucking heal itself?” I ask.

“I believe it did.” Jens replies, his smooth, serious battle-tone belaying his mind racing for solutions to our problem.

“Greaaaat,” I groan, “it’s a fucking paladin.”

The spider leaps at us from its perch, and Jens and I scatter. It lands with a heavy thud, and then quickly wheels to bite me. While I dodge, Jens leaps and flaps once, slamming down on top of the spider, trying to bite at one of the joints where leg meets body.

It ignores him, and keeps at me, four of its legs trying to bat and grab me while I dodge its fangs. Not good, it’s smart too, and it’s clearly decided I’m more dangerous. I run out of room to dodge, pressed nearly up against the web. It lunges, massive fangs flashing out, and my instincts kick in. I grab one fang in my jaws, but the other sinks into my shoulder. It feels like ice. It should probably hurt a lot more than it does.

Ow. I think in no direction at all.

The ground shakes for a moment, and a thick pillar of stone suddenly lurches from the ground, slamming into the spider and knocking it back. Jens leaps off of its back, and lands next to me.

At least the calvary is here. My mind feels foggy, the spider’s venom coursing through me. It would be so easy to have a nap right here…

I scream as an electric feeling blasts through my body. I glare at Kat, whose claws are dancing with strange energy.

“Sorry! Haven’t figured out some old spells yet! I did what I could, I think? You ok?”

I take stock of the situation. Jens is currently dancing with the spider, part of its underbelly clearly crushed. Jens’s dodging is immaculate, baiting it into thinking it can get him before he squirms out of the way, all the while spinning it away from Vaiia and Glen. Vaiia is clearly focusing on May, trying to wake her, and Glen is channeling a spell.

I gasp as the stone pillar that knocked the thing off of me melts, slithers across the ground like a shadow, and then splits and lunges in a set of sharp spears.

The spider releases an unearthly, unsettling squeal as two of its legs are shorn clean off.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe. Kat pulls me up. I’m a bit unsteady, but I can fight. I dash back in, and Kat moves to take a position opposite of Glen.

<^ Welcome back, sunshine. Distract it for me, no fire. You’ll need it in a second. ^> Glen pushes a plan into my head.

I like this plan.

I get the spider’s attention by raking my claws through one of its open wounds. It spins, and knocks Jens into the web, ensnaring him. The spider’s eyes settle on me, and I swear it’s glaring with rage. I take up Jens’ role, but in my more offensive style, biting and snapping and generally pissing it off.

“Now!” I hear Kat shout.

The spell she, Vaiia, and Glen were working on snaps.

A massive pillar of water erupts from the ground, the moisture in the area collected, condensed, and shaped by the three of them. The spider floats awkwardly, but I’m made for this. Quick as a fish, I dash up to one of the wounds in its body, open my mouth, and shut my ears.

For a moment, there’s nothing.

Then, the rolling, staccato concussive blasts of cavitation burst to life all around me. The spider shreds as its thick armor pulverizes under flashes of light and explosive force. Its squishy innards fare far, far worse.

The water pillar explodes, unable to be held together by the force rocking through it, and I flop wetly to the muddy forest floor.

The spider comes down, too, in a hundred or so pieces.

“Shit, girl, save some for the rest of us.” Jens snorts, still hanging in the web.

I snort. “Sorry. Got excited.”

The woozy feeling hits me again, adrenaline and Kat’s shock wearing off. I stumble on my feet a bit, and try not to fall forward on my face.

The rest passes in a blur. We get May awake and down, but she’s even more out of it than I am. Jens is released from his webby predicament, though Glen squeals a few times in fear while doing it.

I barely haul myself back through the woods, relying on others to guide me as my vision keeps flicking in and out. I think Jens and Kat help keep me steady. Vaiia and Glen carry May.

I am so, so glad for the nest when we get back to the beach. I’m down instantly when we get back, into sweet, blessed, dreamless sleep.

I wake up confused. Why does my shoulder hurt? Why is it so bright? Wait, what smells so good?

The memories come back as I blink the sleep out of my eyes, my nictitating membranes slipping shut just before my eyelids close. I swing my head around, refamiliarizing myself with my surroundings.

May is passed out right next to me, her heavy breaths slow and well paced. Some sort of poultice is spread over the wound in her neck. I blink, and glance at my shoulder, finding the same stuff stuck to my blue scales. Probably not a good idea to touch that.

<^ Correct. Don’t touch that. Kat spent a good long while picking all the plants and mashing it up for you, so don’t throw her hard work away. ^>

I swivel and peek over our pile that serves as the windbreaker for our nest. Glen, in all his purpleyness, has a grill.

An actual grill, made of stone, with a fire crackling underneath. He’s grilling fish. What-

<^ You don’t need to shout so loud, goodness. ^>

He snorts and rolls his eyes at me.

<^ I can hear you just fine, regardless of the distance. And I was hungry. So I caught lunch. Figured I’d do something a bit special with it though. ^>

Glen uses his claws to flip the fish over. Sensations from the others pour in. Kat being glad I’m okay. Vaiia gently checking me over for damage. A distracted greeting from Jens, who’s currently checking out some ruins of some sort?

I send a spiraling interrogative at Glen. He rumbles a little chuckle, and speaks.

“You slept all of yesterday away. So did May. She’s probably going to be out for the rest of the evening… we’ll be swimming in the dark, and fast to catch up, but that’s fine. Kat, Vaiia, and Jens are out looking for the Compass. I stayed behind in case some creature got smart and thought you and May would make an easy meal.”

He nods, and touches his tongue to the half-cooked fish. He scrunches his nose up, and then plucks a leaf from nearby with his tail, wriggling the stone that’s keeping the wind from stealing them away for a moment before rolling it back. Glen passes the herb to his foreclaws and begins shredding it over the fish.

“Shame we don’t have time to dry these. Oh well.”

I snort, and go to lay down in the surf. The water is calming, and I take a deep breath, letting the fresh salty tang tickle at my nose. I start thinking, just reflecting on my new life.

I don’t even care that I don’t want to go back home. This is so much better. I spread my wings, and catch the wind, letting the sun’s radiance warm me. Tonight we’ll go join our Clan proper. I can feel the whispers of the greater mindweb far in the distance, calling.

Life has only just begun.