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"Ceres, wait up!" the elf said as he crawled through the narrow tunnel that had been dug out of the collapsed passageway. The grey-blue leathers that he wore got scuffed on the hard stone as he continued to crawl. Even with his keen eyes he could hardly see the muffled light that his friend held, who currently crawled several feet in front of him. Despite the dangers the two remained resolute as they made their way through the passageway that they had created themselves.

The two of them had found the buried temple years ago on a hunting expedition, and after a cursory examination they found that the hallway a few feet in had been destroyed by some sort of natural disaster. Though they could have told the village and gotten people to help them they decided to try and dig out the passage themselves. Whenever they could spare a few days they would go up to the temple and continue to create their tunnel, and finally a week ago their persistence paid off when they pushed through the last of the debris to the other side. Unfortunately they had to leave back to the village that night, so they decided the next time they were able to be free they would go in and finally discover what was inside.

"Alright, I'm at the end of the tunnel Rigel!" the elf heard in front of him. "Squeezing on through to the other side... here we go... ahhhhhhhh!"

The light suddenly went out completely and Rigel was plunged into darkness, which caused his stomach to drop to his feet. He scrambled as fast as he could through the tunnel as he hoped that he wouldn't emerge to find his friend in trouble, or worse. When his hands finally felt the open air of the tunnel he slowly pulled himself out, trying to feel out wherever his friend or what happened to him was. As he stood up and carefully inched his way forward he suddenly felt something grab onto him and begin to shake him, which caused him to scream loudly until he had to take a breath and heard the sound of laughter.

"Ceres, you horsedick!" Rigel shouted as he pushed his friend back, who continued to laugh as he lit the lantern once more. "What if you were really in trouble?"

"Well then I'm glad I have such a caring friend who is willing to risk life and limb to come and save me." Ceres replied with a chuckle. "Now come on, I've been waiting years to explore this site, time to cash in on all our hard work."

Rigel just rolled his eyes as they walked forward, the two elves carefully plotting their way through the hallways. Though they were made from hewn stone both of them noted the craftsmanship on the construction itself. They began to speculate on what the temple was built for and ran through an entire list of gods, demigods, and even demons that could potentially be worshiped at such a sight. None of their guessing prepared them though when they turned the corner and came into a huge cavern whose center was dominated by a massive, intricately carved statue.

It was a dragon, a creature whose very existence was held in high contention amongst the scholarly crowds. Some believed that they had gone extinct, others thought they were merely representations of magic or other forces of nature. Now there they stood, in front of a huge statue of one of the majestic creatures in an ancient temple that they uncovered. Rigel's head spun with the possibilities of what such a find could entail, but as they continued to walk into the chamber and lit the torches spread around for more light his friend found something else that interested him more than mere history.

"Hey, check out these glyphs!" Ceres said as he shined his light up on the opposite wall, which flashed with gold overlay and precious gems. "I figure we can copy these down and then fence the stones and gold for a very tidy sum."

"Ceres, we're standing in a place where no one has probably been in for centuries, and the first thing you want to do is loot the place?" Rigel replied in frustration. "We don't even know what they say."

"Well that's why you have me here." Ceres smirked before he started to read the walls. "It's in an old tongue, but luckily it was a very common one that's actually still spoken in a few places. It speaks of how dragons never truly die, that when they are needed once more they will return to bestow their blessings across the land. All you have to do is... whoa..."

"Whoa what?"

"You can summon a dragon here!" Ceres exclaimed. "All you have to do is provide the appropriate tribute depending on whether you want male or female dragons, then just say the incantation and the dragon will appear in the summoning circle! Can you imagine if we were the only ones that had access to dragons? Screw the rest of the treasure, this is where it's at right here. The incantation to summon them doesn't look that hard either... let's see..."

Rigel zoned out as he heard his friend start to read out something in a language he didn't understand and decided to check out the rest of the walls. Though not as fancy as the one that Ceres read from they were rather interesting. It appeared to delve into the culture of the dragons and their supposed cycle of death and rebirth. It showed how the dragons would die and their spirits would raise up into the sky, then as people came to the temple they were in they would bow down and worship as the dragon spirits came back down into a room with a dragon statue just like the one behind him and... use the people inside the room... as vessels...

As soon as he put the pieces together Rigel spun around and shouted for his friend to stop, only to see him reach the last line of the incantation. The second the last word left the other elf's mouth the room shook slightly and both of them looked at each other, then at the statue as the eyes began to glow bright blue. Streams of pure magical energy began to spill out of the stone dragon's mouth and onto the floor, which flowed outward and began to light up the glyphs that had gone unnoticed under their feet. Rigel screamed at his friend to run before he did so himself, though by that time the incantation circle had been nearly illuminated.

Rigel felt his lungs burn in the stale air of the cavern as he made a running leap for the entranceway of the cavern. He felt his entire body tingle as the incantation circle was fully charged and activated. When the elf looked down he saw nothing beneath him and believed he had made it, only when he turned around he saw that the wall of light that had shot up from the edge of the circle was right at his waist and his legs were still completely inside the effect of the spell. As he looked further in the cavern he realized though that Ceres hadn't even made it halfway and gave him a look of terror as they felt the area become saturated with magic.

Both elves were paralyzed with fear as dark shapes began to move in the darkness, the torches they had lit long since blown out and only the light of the magical lines on the floor illuminated everything with an unearthly glow as wisps of bluish-white smoke rose up around them. Just as Rigel was about to try and move both elves saw the entire area get disturbed by something that flew past them before it disappeared in the shadows. Whatever the entity was it's size was massive as it seemed to rush past them several more times. When nothing seemed to happen after that he motioned for Ceres to slowly move towards him.

The second that Ceres tried to move forward the spectral creature swooped down from the shadows between them and for the first time they saw that it saw the pure magical energy had taken the form of a giant dragon. Despite the huge creature between them Rigel could see through it enough to notice the look of pure horror on his friend's face. The dragon's wings flared out as it reared up on its hind legs and let out a loud roar, as though to show off its magnificence to them. Once it had finished it lunged downward at his friend, who covered his head with his hands as the paws of the spectral dragon came down on him.

At first it appeared to Rigel that the dragon had done nothing but go through the other elf's body, but as Ceres' arms shot out to his sides he saw that the astral appendages had gotten sucked into his lithe form. Ceres screamed as more of the dragon seemed to disappear inside his body, and as the spectral form was up to its mid forepaws inside him the elf's hands turned scaly and swelled to huge proportions. The long leather sleeves of his shirt were shredded like paper against the expansion of his arms and thick, scale-covered biceps were revealed. Ceres' clawed hands were balled into tight fists as he stood there frozen, his body shaking as more of the dragon's essence seemed to flow inside him.

Rigel couldn't help but watch his friend's terrifying transformation until he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. His jaw dropped slightly as he saw a second dragon, slightly smaller than the first but no less terrifying, swoop down towards him. The elf quickly turned back over onto his stomach and tried to crawl his way out of the incantation circle but it was like he was waist deep in a mire of mud and trying to get to shore. He could feel the pure energy of the creature behind him and felt a tingle run through his backside. Unable to help himself he turned back to see the ethereal snout of the dragon brush against his legs, then rub up against his backside before it suddenly stopped just above his waist.

"It can't break the edge of the summoning circle..." Rigel muttered in realization, feeling a glimmer of hope as he once more resumed his struggle. Unfortunately it seemed the dragon had other ideas as its huge head into the small of his back and rear end, which caused a jolt of magical energy to cascade through his legs and backside. Much like he had thought he didn't feel anything in his upper body, except for a strange feeling of wanting lust that caused him to groan. Unlike his friend though he didn't appear to be changing, even as the entire body of the dragon flowed into the lower half of his body.

Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the magical energy of the summoning circle began to dissipate and the glow of the floor slowly grew dimmer. At that point Rigel had only a giant spectral tail that stuck out from his backside, which wagged and thrashed of its own accord before he could feel that push into his body as well. By the time the elf felt himself able to move again the last of the entity disappeared inside him and left his lower body with a strong tingle that almost felt like his muscles were vibrating. His legs still worked though and he got up as fast as he could to help his friend, only to stop dead in his tracks when he turned to face him.

Ceres' eyes glowed with the same blue light as the creature as he let out a deep, gutteral growl while blue-tinged saliva dripped from his swollen face. His feet and legs had grown massive and the start of a real, physical tail could be seen swishing from side to side as the transforming elf's body continued to grow past the eight foot mark. When he looked down at Rigel the fang-filled maw turned into a lewd grin, with his growth Ceres' clothes laid in tatters on the ground as his new forepaws clumsily stroked his meaty chest and sizable erection. It wasn't hard to tell what the possessed elf wanted, but luckily his limbs were so disproportionate to one another that the mutated body fell and tripped over itself as Rigel ran away.

"I'll fix this Ceres!" Rigel shouted as he heard a very draconic roar behind him. "You stay here, I'll go get the elders and they can banish the spirit from your body!" Though he was completely in darkness he managed to see the outlines of the walls as though he had the night vision of an orc, which made it easy for him to get back to the tunnel that they had created. When he reached the section of the collapse he found that Ceres, or rather whatever had taken his form, was either unable or didn't care to follow him back. He felt a pang in his chest for his potentially lost friend but he tried to replace it with firm resolution he would get it fixed as he crawled back out, though he found it a tighter squeeze than before as he felt his hips rub against the stone before he got out and ran towards the village.

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"Fenrir! Fenrir!" Rigel shouted as he pounded on the door of the only home that resided on the outskirts of the village. He, Ceres, and Fenrir had been friends for quite some time and he knew that before he told anyone else he had to confide in the herbalist. "Fenrir it's me, Rigel! I know you're up right now so let me in! We have to talk now!"

Upon the second series of heavy pounds the thick wooden door was whipped open to reveal the scrawny elf, who looked at him with wild eyes for a second before they scanned the other elf and seemed to calm down. "Just because I may be up during the night doesn't mean I like to be disturbed during them Rigel," the other elf chastised before he sighed and leaned against the frame. "Well come inside, I have to work to tend to and I shouldn't leave it unsupervised for long."

"You have no idea how much this means to me," Rigel thanked as he rushed inside, the door closing behind him. The entire main room smelt of many different flowers and herbs, to the point it made him wonder how the other elf managed to keep them all straight as he sat down at the rough hewn table. Fenrir went back to the firepit in the middle of the house that had a spicy scent to it and bubbled over the heat.

"So I thought you and Ceres were off at your secret fishing spot," Fenrir commented before he took a handful of dried petals and inhaled them deeply before he added them to the pot. "Whatever it is isn't a medical emergency or you would have went to the healers, so I can only assume that you two are in some sort of trouble... again."

Rigel began to tell the entire story of what had happened and told Fenrir of the hidden temple they had found and that they had intended to claim the discovery for themselves all the way up to watching his friend begin to transform into a dragon and what the possession that seemed to have failed on him. The entire time the herbalist continued to do his work, though more than once he paused when he heard the description of his friend's physical changes. When the story was complete he took Fenrir took the cast-iron pot off of the fire and brushed his hands off before he turned and looked straight at Rigel.

"Take off your pants." Fenrir almost seemed to demand, something that caught Rigel off-guard both in the nature of the request and that such a forceful command came out of the rather diminutive statue of his friend. "Look, while I'm not sure what I can do to help out with this I can at least give you a cursory examination before we have to involve anyone else. If I can narrow it down myself then I might be able to talk to a healer I trust who can handle this problem in a discrete fashion."

For a few moments the two elves stood in awkward silence before Rigel finally began to undo the clasp on his hide pants and slid them down. He hadn't thought about the possibility of checking himself out and now he felt a bit foolish he had traveled all the way back to the village to realize that. He felt the warmth of the fire brush against his bare skin as he stood there in slight embarrassment at his naked form as the slightly smaller elf began to circle around him. For a few minutes Fenrir seemed to keep his distance as he checked for anything that would tell him about the nature of the possession, but soon Rigel felt the soft hands of the other elf press against his legs as Fenrir examined more closely.

"Uh, are you sure that's necessary?" Fenrir asked as he nearly jumped as he felt fingers brush up against his inner thigh.

"Relax, we both prefer females and I have to be through to see if I can find and marks that indicate possession." Fenrir replied with a huff, though it was followed by a quick inhale that the other elf could almost feel. "Though I have to say already that there's something about your scent that's changed already. I can't put my finger on it but I'm rather ashamed to say that I find it somewhat... alluring."

Rigel raised his eyebrows as he felt the hands begin to move further up his legs, but even as they started to brush against his nethers he found himself to back away from the rather intimate caresses. It was as though his feet were glued to the ground, and when he could move his feet all that he was able to do was widen his stance which allowed the other elf better access between his legs. "Fenrir, something's wrong!" Rigel said as he took a swipe at the herbalist, finding his arms and upper body still very much under his control though it didn't help much.

"You're right Rigel," Fenrir replied before he licked all the way from Rigel's calf muscle all the way up to his inner thigh, which caused Rigel's entire body to shudder. "The problem is I've never noticed how good you taste, it's even more intoxicating than your smell. I've never thought of laying with a male but for you, my friend, I'm going to make an exception. Your hole is begging for my cock and I have to oblige."

Rigel was about to shout at what seemed like the entranced elf to snap him out of whatever hold he was under but the insertion of an elven finger into his hole caused him to gasp. "Fenrir... you got to... get a hold of yourself..." the elf said between pants as he felt a second digit join the first, sliding in with surprising ease before they began to stretch out the tight ring of muscle. "I know you prefer women, whatever has possessed me has ensnared you toahh!"

The table scraped forward a few inches as Rigel's lower body bucked forward slightly and his erection began to throb with arousal. He could hear his friend continue to mutter that he wasn't gay, that the only reason he was doing anything was to satisfy both their needs as he pulled his fingers out and undid his pants. As Rigel felt his lower body begin to shift into a different position he tried to grab onto the edge of the table to stop himself, but he was unable to take hold as he suddenly felt the cool wood against his back instead of his stomach now. When he looked up his eyes widened when he saw the thin frame of the other elf's naked body as it glistened in the firelight. There was a wild lust in the male's eyes that Rigel had never seen before, an almost predatory hunger as Fenrir walked between the other elf's outstretched legs that parted easily for his body.

Both males gasped and moaned as Fenrir's length, which was rather impressive compared to the rest of his body and hard as granite, began to push inside Rigel's hole. At first he thought there would be a considerable amount of pain, but as Rigel felt his virgin muscles spread open for the first time he realized the flesh of the other male once again slid easily inside him. Despite not being able to control his lower body he felt everything and despite his earlier proclamations he couldn't help but feel a deep pleasure from it. It wasn't just that he was having sex, it almost felt like Fenrir was scratching an itch he didn't even know he had as his anal muscles clenched down when the other male pulled back to keep it inside him even longer.

With being unable to do anything with the upper half of his body Rigel finally decided to just give in to the pleasure, he couldn't reach far enough to push the other elf away and he didn't have enough leverage to push himself off the table. All he could hope was that his friend would have regained his faculties as he let the haze of lust that had been pressing against his faculties for some time wash over him. His hand reached out to his own length and began to stroke it, biting his lip as Fenrir's thrusts became faster and harder. Though he didn't quite want to admit it the act almost felt as good as the times he was with a female, even as he worked himself up to a frenzy he was startled by how deep Fenrir was getting inside him, his hole stretching even more as it seemed like the thick member was growing inside him even more.

Finally Rigel shouted and Fenrir let out a snarling yell as they came, their bodies quivered and shook as Rigel felt the other male's seed flood his insides. Before he even finished though Fenrir suddenly pulled out with such speed that it caused Rigel's breath to catch in his throat and he nearly fell off of the table as his own cock spurted thick spunk onto his chest. When he finally finished and his orgasm subsided to the point where he had control of his faculties again he leaned up to ask what just happened when he saw the elf crouched over a bowl that seemed to have crimson vapors floating up from it. As the other elf inhaled deeply Rigel saw the maleness that had just been inside him, the light from the fire made the skin appear a deep red color before Fenrir took another deep breath of the mixture and turned away from him.

"Fenrir, are you alright?" Rigel said as he slowly lowered himself from the table, relieved to find that he had control of his legs once more.

Fenrir nodded slowly and wordlessly handed Rigel a cloth before he took one for himself and wiped off the fluids from his groin. "This is magic that would far surpass even our elders, we're going to need to go to a more primal source," Fenrir stated as he tossed the soiled cloth aside and began to put on his pants while Rigel did the same. "Luckily there is a tribe of orcs that have a rather powerful shaman at their encampment at the foot off the mountains north of here. I've traded with them before, they should be nice enough to at least have a look at you."

Rigel just nodded and buckled up his hide pants only to stop when the belt on it wasn't able to reach all the way. He looked down in curiosity at the shorter belt, and just as he began to wonder if his current condition was the cause he began to feel the leather tighten around his legs. He let out a grunt and held onto the table to steady himself, though that grew harder as he suddenly found himself growing taller. The two elves watched in shock as Rigel grew a foot purely from the waist down, the leathers burst at the seams and revealed a pair of large, scaly butt cheeks that had replaced the ones that were just ploughed into. Furrows were dug into the earthen floor of the hut as his feet grew out as well, bigger than he had ever seen before as thick, black talons grew from his toenails.

For a few seconds Rigel thought that he would begin to change more just like Ceres, but to his relief the swells of muscle seemed to recede and the scales mostly vanished from his smooth skin. "It's trying to change me Fenrir," Rigel said breathlessly once he had regained his legs again, save for blackened toenails and a few patches of scales. "It's not going to stop until it's claimed my body like the other dragon did for Ceres."

"Well then we better hurry." Fenrir replied as he gathered up his belongings and tossed Rigel a fresh pair of pants, looking back at the surprised elf with a smirk. "What, you think I'm going to let you travel there all by yourself? I know the orcs and can get you in with the shaman easier, plus I'm not sure if anyone in your condition should go by themselves. Now come on, we can get out of the village before daybreak and travel until night again if we push ourselves, then it's straight North to the mountains."

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The journey had taken several days and by the time they had reached the bottom of the mountain range both of them were weary from the journey. While Rigel hadn't changed anymore and neither elf were overwhelmed with the need for sex they camped as far apart as they deemed safe just in case. But even though the compulsion wasn't there the afflicted elf could feel that itch again in his hole, the want to have it filled by a male that caused him to sport an erection more than once during the journey. He just counted himself lucky that he had Fenrir on the trip, the herbalist had given him a steady supply of libido deadeners and also seemed to do the same his own crimson concoction he breathed in.

Finally the two elves breached through the thick woods that surrounded the base of the mountain and found what the village, a number of wooden huts were scattered about with one larger one located centrally in the clearing. Once more Rigel had to thank Fenrir, he would have never found the place by himself as they walked towards the border of the clearing.

As soon as the two broke from the cover of the surrounding trees several large, heavily muscled orc warriors started to run towards them with their weapons drawn. "You sure these guys are going to remember you?" Rigel whispered fearfully, although the site of those ripped physiques running towards them caused him to twitch in the groin of his borrowed pants.

"Yes, now no sudden movements," Fenrir warned as the two elves held their hands up, the hunter waited for them to be surrounded before he spoke to the group. "We are unarmed and mean you no harm! I am Fenrir from the neighboring elf village, I have urgent business to discuss with Kartenth the Shaman and am humbly requesting an audience with him."

Most of the orcs continued to have their weapons drawn on the two but one of them, whom with the large tusks and intricate tattoos Rigel assumed was the highest ranking, put theirs away and approached them. Rigel bit his lip when he saw the orc run his hands over Fenrir's clothes and look inside his satchel, not because he had anything to hide but rather from the experience he had with the last male that examined his body. Thankfully his examination was just as cursory, though the elf could once again feel his arousal build as he felt those powerful hands on his body, something that caused him to blush despite himself. Once he was finished with his search the orc made a signal and the rest of the party sheathed their weapons and led them into the village.

The two elves were brought into the largest hut, which was filled with the haze of smoke and the strong smell of incense and spices. Though it threatened to overpower Rigel he felt his friend physically recoil at the smell and cover his nose. "I can't take this, I'm going to wait for you outside." Fenrir said as he backed out of the tent. "Just remember what I taught you on the way about how to talk to shaman's and you'll be fine!"

Before Rigel could say anything the other male was gone, which just left him in the tent with the orc shaman. He found himself swallowing hard and began to inch forward, feeling his stomach do flip-flops as he approached the throne. The orc that sat on it was even bigger than the ones outside, even sitting he was about a head taller than the elf and his entire body oozed raw strength. Even when the orc shifted in his seat Rigel could see the muscles under the deep green skin shift, especially since the orc only wore a loincloth, a few necklaces, and a headdress fashioned from the pelt of a winter wolf.

"Shaman Kartenth, my name is Rigel and I am here to humbly beseech your aid," the elf said as he knelt down, making sure he kept his head lowered. "I have been possessed, the spirit of a dragon entered my and a friend's body through an ancient summoning circle and though he has been completely taken over in both mind and body I still retain my free will and my physical form. Please, if you know of any way to banish this I beg you to do it for me and hopefully my friend too."

"A dragon spirit... that is a magic most ancient," Kartenth mused as Rigel heard the large humanoid stand up. "If this is true then I'm not sure if my power alone would be enough to banish such a thing, especially if it has already tried to claim you. Tell me elf, how is it that you have remained unchanged while you say your friend has been completely transformed?"

Rigel swallowed hard as the orc stood up, his figure even more impressive as he stood head and shoulders over the elf. "You see, I managed to escape the circle for the most part," as the elf started to explain he suddenly felt a pit in his stomach and his legs began to ache. "I think the spirit managed to only partially imprint himself on me before..." his pants felt tight, and not just in the crotch area anymore as he squirmed slightly from the stimulation, "since he wasn't able to completely possess me I retained my mind and my form, mostly."

The orc shaman was about to say something when Rigel fell to his knees, which was a slightly longer fall then he was used to as he felt the pants he had borrowed begin to split at the seams. The elf mentally cursed and tried to cull the transformation but as he began to pant he could feel his muscles throb with expansion as his feet cracked and twisted into a pair of mighty draconic paws. He could feel his spine stretch slightly with the beginnings of a tail as the waistband snapped and the pieces of leather fell away from his scaly haunches. As his legs and waist continued to thicken his cock did as well, which was now tapered and slightly ridged as it grew out to nearly a foot in length and began to drip pre.

When he finally felt the transformation slow down Rigel felt extremely embarrassed, especially with the way he looked. From the waist up he was still his normal elven self, maybe slightly better abdominals but otherwise his usual lithe, fair-skinned self. Below that was bright sapphire scales that covered thick cords of muscle that would have looked more appropriate on the orc then himself. He could feel his huge taloned toes flex against the ground, his normal five had fused to three large ones that wiggled and twitched just like the nub of a tail behind him. With the added height his new appendages gave him he was now almost at eye level with Kartenth, who had stepped down from his throne and approached him.

Rigel was about to explain that this had happened to him before when his eyes went wide, looking down to see the huge tent in the shaman's loincloth. He thought to protest before he felt himself get spun around, not by the other male but by his own cursed appendages as they spread out in a presenting fashion to the orc. What had been a theory in Rigel's mind was now confirmed as he felt his hips wiggle invitingly to the seemingly enthralled male who had brushed aside the black leather and revealed a maleness thicker and longer than he had ever seen before. The dragon spirit had indeed possessed him from the waist down and despite his best efforts it seemed hell bent on enticing and having as many males have sex with it as possible.

There wasn't much time to think as he felt the smooth green skin of the orc between his scaled thighs, that huge cock pressed between his firm cheeks as it began to tease around his hole. When he felt the head of it push against his opening he thought it would be a hard, rough insertion considering Kartenth did nothing to prepare himself, but like with his friend he was surprised when his muscles relaxed and the head of it popped inside him with ease. Rigel's only thought was that his transformed pucker was somehow self-lubricating, which only seemed to gain more confirmation as more and more of that hard orc shaft spread him open.

"Oh gods Rigel," the orc shaman moaned as his beefy hands grabbed Rigel by his huge hips. "Your hole is better than any female's that I've ever had." The elf was unsure of how to take the comment but a sudden surge from behind him nearly pushed him to the floor and he shuddered as he felt Kartenth's crotch press snug against his body. Somehow he had taken the entirety of the orc's length inside him and the elf felt every inch of that foot and a half long cock inside him as his anal walls milked the length for everything it was worth.

Rigel didn't have long to rest though as Kartenth pulled out of him until it was just the head, then pushed back in even harder. The elf swore he could see his stomach bulge out from the cock inside him as he braced himself as best he could. His draconic toes bunched up on the ground as a rhythm began to build from the male behind him, and through the haze of pleasure that coursed through his body he thought that it was just from the rutting he was receiving. A sudden snap changed that though as he was forced up onto the balls of his feet, which caused the orc to grunt a bit and shift his knees upward as Rigel gained a few more inches of height.

But the growth didn't stop there, his legs continued to grow and stretch as well until now Rigel was standing higher than the orc and caused the shaman to have to stand on his toes to fully hilt him. The transforming elf though he would have to get on his knees again just to let the orc continue to plow him, then felt a tinge of embarrassment against the lust fueled fog when he realized he had actually been thinking of ways to continue to have sex with the huge male. He could feel his own cock throb madly as it began to leak onto the floor, but with his smaller arms and torso it was nearly impossible to reach it as his body shook with each thrust from the shaman.

Just as Kartenth began to speed up his thrusts and grow more erratic Rigel's legs gave way entirely, the knees snapped backwards and his ankle twisted forward. As his legs gave way to a far more bestial configuration his backside slid down against the orc and Rigel let out a gasp as he was penetrated as deeply as their bodies allowed. This caused his muscles to clamp down on the orc as he gave a push upward, the elf nearly fell forward until a pair of beefy arms wrapped around his chest and kept him stable. There were a few more mini thrusts and then Kartenth came hard, Rigel's already stretched stomach swelled more with orc cum as his own shot out and hit both of their twitching bodies.

After a few minutes the orc softened and pulled out of the scale lined hole with a wet slurp, a bit of cum drained out and down Rigel's legs which had begun to reform slightly. Though they didn't lose their scales this time the bones seemed to snap back into their original configuration and he lost quite a bit of muscle mass, though they still looked very disproportional to his other features. "Your situation is very... intense," the orc shaman commented as he brushed the thick seed off of his legs and loincloth. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to help rid you of this spirit."

Rigel felt his heart sink down to his chest when he heard the news, and he just nodded and thanked the shaman for his help before he picked up the remains of his pants and turned to leave. He only got a few steps when he suddenly felt himself unable to move, at first he thought it was his legs again until he realized that the paralysis had encompassed his entire body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the orc had his arms outstretched towards him with a blue glow around his hands and in his eyes.

"I am also sorry to say that I can't just let you go," the shaman explained as two orcs came out of nowhere and picked him up by each arm. "You will soon be a dragon, the most ancient of the primal forces that we worship. If I were to just let you go it would be of great disservice to my tribe, therefore I will tell your friend that we tried to excise the spirit from you and you died in the process, then compensate him appropriately for his loss."

The elf tried to shout, but as he was dragged out of the hut even his mouth was unable to move. "Do not fret Rigel, when your transformation is complete you will be worshiped by my people!" Kartenth shouted. "Embrace your new destiny as the harbinger of dragons!"

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Rigel whimpered as he tugged on the metal collar that had been affixed around his neck as he paced around the tent he had been left in. The second he had been left alone he tried to leave, but the second he got close to the door the runes on the collar glowed and pulled him back towards the center. After several failures he stopped trying altogether and tried to think of an alternate means of escape. Meanwhile his legs seemed restless, even though he control over his scaly appendages he could still feel some strange residual emotions, though he chalked it up to the spirit that dwelled inside them.

When it appeared he couldn't think of a decent plan his mind turned from escape to his fate, and what the orc had told him as he was dragged out. Was it true that there would be no stopping it, that his partial escape from the circle only meant that he would be corrupted slower than his friend? He began to wonder about Ceres, had he managed to fight off the spirit and save part of himself or would the next time they meet he would find a dragon instead. The thought caused him even more despair as he sat down, the orcish pants creaked as his larger but humanoid legs had filled them out better then the elf had thought,

Suddenly Rigel heard a soft sound of metal against fabric, and as he turned around he saw the shine of a metal dagger and it made a slit down the thick hide of the wall. The elf's heart skipped a beat when he saw Fenrir's head poke through the opening and look around for a second before his gaze settled on him. "Oh good, you are here," Fenrir said as he slid through the opening and brushed himself off. "Looks like your meeting with the shaman didn't go quite as well as we had hoped."

"You could say that," Rigel quipped as the herbalist began to examine the collar around his neck. "How did you even know I was here? Kartenth said he was going to tell you that I died."

"Oh he did," Fenrir replied. "He asked me what I would like to repay me for the loss I have occurred and I told him I wanted a month's travel supplies so I could get past the mountains to the city. Of course I didn't believe him, I could smell your musk the second they dragged out of the tent and reckoned they were going to do something like this. Luckily for you the collar they used to keep you obedient was the same one I had sold them about a year back and they had not changed the means to get it off."

As though to emphasize the point as Fenrir brushed his hands against one of the runes the band of metal unclasped and slid off his neck into his hands. Once Rigel was free the two elves quickly made their way to the supplies that Fenrir had stashed away before they began to climb up the mountain. After about an hour of very fast traveling they could hear the sound of war drums from where they came, a clear sign that they had found out that their prize was no longer contained. The two didn't worry about that though, they kept walking through the darkness until they could no longer hear the sounds in the distance. Though they maintained a quick pace they were hampered by Rigel's constant stumbling from his larger legs and broader feet.

"Looks like we lost them for now," Fenrir said as they walked along the rocky incline.

"Yeah, but why did you take us up into the mountains?" Rigel asked. "Their search parties are going to have an easier time of seeing two elves flailing about the mountainside rather than in the forests. Plus this is the opposite direction of the village, and if I'm going to lose myself to this dragon I'd rather do it there then hiding up here."

"Well first of all I'm hoping they concentrate their search on the forests, thinking that we would make a beeline to our own village," Fenrir explained. "Now as you were having what I can only assume was sex with the orc shaman I was talking to the locals and they spoke of a cave that a dragon lived in long ago that wandered around these parts. While not a dragon nor the smartest creatures in the world they have innate magic and I'm hoping that it'll be able to cure you where most magic would not."

Rigel felt his hopes lift slightly as he heard the news. Since dragon magic was responsible for his transformation it would make sense that a supposed relation to dragons might be able to remove it. The two kept walking until they found what Fenrir was looking for, a cave to spend the night in. Once they had made sure that there were no other occupants Fenrir started a fire while Rigel stripped off the pants that felt strange against his scales, frowning slightly as he saw his still tapered cock begin to rise up in arousal.

When the cursed elf asked Fenrir if he had any supply of libido killers left, the other male just shook his head. "I used the last of it when we were near the orc village," Fenrir admitted. "I've been completely tapped out of supplies for a while now, even my special concoction has long since dried up. This means... well I've been avoiding this by sheer adrenaline now, but with nothing to help it seems silly to try and fight it, especially since it's just you and me now."

Rigel was just about to ask what he meant when he felt that all too familiar ache inside his hole, the nub of the bottom of the spine he had retained started to push out. Fenrir looked at him with the same hungry look as back in his cottage, but now there was a feral gleam to it that almost scared the other elf. Unfortunately as he stood up to run his legs were having none of it, as soon as he got to his feet the taloned appendages dug into the rock floor. His possessed lower body spun him around and pinned him against a relatively flat part of the stone wall as he began to grow, already able to see the top of the other elf's head as Fenrir ripped off all his clothing.

"Come on Fenrir, push back against the spirit's influence!" Rigel shouted, and though Fenrir shook his head he continued to look at the transformed elf with wild eyes.

"I shouldn't have come with you," Fenrir growled, his voice lower than normal. "I should have known the lust this creature inspires would trigger me, but I couldn't help it. It's almost like it knew, like it wanted to lure me so it could just use me to continue to fuel the transformation. Soon you'll see why..."

Rigel wanted to ask what Fenrir was talking about but by that time the other elf was right up against his erect member, which due to his leg growth was now at eye level with him, and had begun to lick it. A spasm of pleasure shot through Rigel's body as he felt the touch of another against his own member finally, and though he could feel his still growing tail swish behind him in anxiety his lower half seemed more than willing to let the other male continue. Still he felt the aching emptiness in his rear and he wondered how Fenrir would even satisfy the ravenous spirit, especially since he was still growing past the mark where the orc had stood.

A loud crack could be heard below him and when he looked at Fenrir he saw that as the other male had started to wrap his mouth around the mammoth dragon dick his spine had begun to bulge out of his back. Fenrir's black hair seemed to grow wilder and untamed as his body throbbed and expanded, his growth matching Rigel's as he pushed his maw down further. Soon most of Rigel's cock had been enveloped by Fenrir's maw, but when it appeared that the male couldn't get any more of his mouth around the thick length his lips turned black and began to stretch outwards on it. Rigel felt his back arch as he felt Fenrir's mouth transform around the sensitive flesh of his dick while the head of it began to travel down a throat that had a light dusting of black fur on it that began to thicken.

"Fenrir... you're... a werewolf?!" Rigel managed to say between ragged breaths as the other transforming elf's growth began to outpace his, though Fenrir was experencing a full body transformation while only his legs and lower body had been affected. As Rigel received the most surreal blowjob of his life he was able to note that the scales that had been below his belly button had now covered half of his abs, which shifted and stretched until it became an eight-pack that only the orc shaman could have rivaled.

With a loud pop Fenrir withdrew from the huge cock, his face partially transformed with a lupine muzzle that had too large teeth poking past his lips. When he stood up Rigel saw that the elf had outgrown him by at least a foot now and his body had become a ripped physique of solid muscle with a rapidly thickening layer of fur over it. Without warning Fenrir scooped Rigel up in one fell swoop and pressed his body against him, the draconic legs wrapping around the werewolf's still expanding waist as he felt a growing pressure against his tailhole. Muzzle met mouth in a sloppy kiss as Rigel felt the thick length push into him with ease, though it stretched him out more than even the orc's cock did and as Fenrir shifted his stance he knew the werewolf wasn't with his transformation yet.

As Fenrir's nose turned black and his muzzle stretched out even more while they embraced in the back of Rigel's mind he realized that the other elf wasn't just a werewolf... he was a werewolf lord. Paragons of their kind, a werewolf lord was a fearsome sight that grew to over fifteen feet tall and were nothing but muscle, claws, and fangs. Fenrir was at about the eleven foot mark as Rigel slid down his pole, feeling the spire of flesh expand even more inside him.

Rigel thought that he would be soon stretched to the limit as Fenrir rocked his hips and began to push into his draconic hindquarters, but the stimulation seemed to trigger his own growth and every bone in his legs popped as they grew thicker and longer. By now the size difference was intensely ridiculous, his upper elven half was nearly buried in the thick black fur of the werewolf that he had trouble wrapping his arms around while his lower dragon half could easily belong to a huge dragon. His legs were built for a quadrupedal stance too, which meant that movement would be impossible as his twelve foot legs would cause the remaining three feet of elf to fall flat on his face.

All Rigel could do now though was hold on to the werewolf's fur as the thrusts became harder, Fenrir's muzzle leaking drool as his skull shifted into a lupine shape while his ears migrated to his head. Even though he knew it was all the dragon's doing Rigel couldn't help but gasp and moan as his entire body twitched, feeling nothing but sublime pleasure as his tailhole gripped around the cock that slid in and out of him. Each time his breath would catch in his throat, especially since he swore he could feel the head of Fenrir's member press against his lunges as his stomach swelled with each thrust. The werewolf lord was completely lost to the pleasure as well, his hot breath on Fenrir's head as the fifteen foot tall creature impaled him deeply.

As their coupling continued Fenrir's hands gripped Rigel's sides hard, and for a second a spike of fear pushed into the forefront of Rigel's mind before he felt the tips brush against hard scale. Time seemed to stopped as the werewolf lord's unnatural strength and charisma continued to push them through, the canine creature even came once inside him and Rigel thought they were finished but Fenrir hardly broke his rhythm and continued to pound him. During the whole session Rigel started to feel... giddy, and with each thrust the strange feeling pervaded his mind more and more until he suddenly felt Fenrir's entire muscled form begin to tense.

Rigel had to brace himself as he felt the werewolf spunk flood his insides, threatening to come out of his nose with the sheer force and volume of it all. His own cock, which had been sandwiched between their bodies and was rubbed against with the luxurious, thick pelt that covered Fenrir's abs, exploded as well and coated the two males with a liberal amount of fluids. The sheer force of the orgasm threatened to overwhelm Rigel's senses, but he managed to brace himself and ride out the pleasure until it finally began to subside. Still the presence continued to persist in his mind, even as he felt the softening canine member slide out of him and leak a copious amount of fluids on the cave floor though a good amount remained and caused his belly to distend.

"I think I'm starting to get used to this," Rigel said as he felt his legs begin to shrink again, though the progression of scales remained on his body just below his chest, "and that might be a problem. The spirit is threatening my control and if we don't act fast it might take me over completely."

Rigel looked up and saw that Fenrir looking down at him with bright yellow eyes and for a moment he wondered if the transformed elf could even understand him. He also realized that he was not changing back from a werewolf lord, something that caused him concern as he was still braced against the wall. "Fenrir, if you can understand me please nod your head," Rigel asked nervously, then breathed a sigh of relief as the huge creature nodded. "Alright, do you think you can reign it in long enough to find this dragon cave for a last ditch effort to cure me?"

Fenrir nodded and turned away, nearly causing Rigel to fall except his feet and legs immediately straightened themselves to adjust for the fall. His legs had mostly returned to their normal, albiet still thickly muscled and scaled, configuration with his new tail swishing behind him. Fenrir meanwhile dumped out his bag until he pulled something out and handed it to the elf. It was the collar, one that Fenrir had told him about earlier on how to use. He hadn't suspected it was in case the werewolf transformed, but now he was glad for the preparation as he slid the smooth metal around Fenrir's furry neck. As soon as it pressed against the thick neck the band lengthened and fused together, forming one solid band around the werewolf lord.

"Well, I guess as long as I still have my wits I can at least try to get control of you," Rigel noted as he petted the werewolf lord's huge head, the fluffy tail nearly wagging out the fire. "Hopefully you transform back in the morning..."

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The next morning Rigel found himself curled up against the thick fur of Fenrir, the werewolf lord cuddling him like a teddy bear before the elf squirmed out of his grasp. He got unsteadily to his feet and started to move around, trying to get used to his still enlarged legs. Though they weren't nearly as bad as during their rutting he still had troubles maneuvering the unwieldy appendages. As soon as the werewolf lord woke up though he seemed more than eager to help him out, and when they finished packing he found himself riding on Fenrir's shoulders as they traveled further up the mountain.

They traveled for hours in that fashion, stopping only when Fenrir needed a break or they had to eat. Though they covered a lot of ground Rigel had no idea where the dragon's cave was or how much further they had to go. He wished he could ask Fenrir but with him incapable of speaking it would have been a long, drawn out effort for possibly misinterpreted information. Instead the elf took it on the big creature's knowledge that he knew at least somewhat where they were going.

The air started to become thinner as they reached the sheer cliff face of the mountain, the rock so steep that even Fenrir couldn't climb it with his enhanced attributes. The werewolf sniffed around the area while Rigel got off and stretched his legs. He looked out past the mountain bend and saw that the sun had begun to set, which meant if they didn't find some sort of shelter soon they would have to camp out in the open, something he didn't want to do if they could help it. As Fenrir tried to find a way up Rigel moved around the rock wall, using it for support as he looked around for some sort of shelter.

What he hadn't expected to find was another creature, much less another elf that seemed to be heading towards him. "Wait a minute..." Rigel said as he narrowed his eyes before he let out a gasp. "No way, Ceres?!"

"Rigel!" the other elf said as he heard him, both of them running up to each other as best they could. "I can't believe it, how did you manage to get up here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Rigel replied before his face fell to a frown and he backed away slightly. "Wait, more importantly how did you escape from the control of the dragon? Last time I saw you that spirit had taken you over completely."

Ceres smiled and motioned back towards the area that he had come from. "I was possessed by the dragon, but when he brought me back to this cave there must have been some sort of ward or something because the second he went inside I felt it get ripped from my body," Ceres explained as he looked down at the scaly legs of his friend. "It appears you could use the same treatment, I was going to go back and look for you but without those wings it was going to be slow going for me. Luckily you came to me, makes this whole thing a whole lot easier."

"Alright, I'm just glad you're fine," Rigel replied. "We should grab Fenrir too, which did you know he was a werewolf lord?" The other elf seemed just as surprised as they turned the corner, Rigel continuing to tell them about the rigors of the travels that he had to endure. When they reached the cave itself it was massive, with huge furrows made from colossal claws that they were actually able to walk in as they ventured inside.

For the first time since his trip started Rigel started to feel hope, like his journey was actually about to come to a close and he and his friend can return to his life. Unfortunately he could feel that empty ache in his tailhole again, the spirit particularly restless as he felt it try to reassert control of his limbs. But Rigel would have none of it, instead he soldiered on in order to finally rid himself of his curse. When they got down to the bottom of the cave his eyes widened with the expanse of gold and gems that littered the ground, an aeon's worth of dragon's hoard that was theirs for the taking.

"Wow, I'm surprised that this wasn't the first thing that came out of your mouth when we met," Rigel said with a chuckle when he went up to one of the piles and raked his fingers through the treasure. "We're going to have to take some of this with us when we go home and leave the rest for later."

"But my love, we ARE home," a deep voice caused Rigel to drop the treasure as it felt like his blood turned to ice. He slowly turned around to see Ceres stand there with bright blue glowing eyes and a mouth full of fangs. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, not having you under me has filled me with such longing."

Rigel fell backwards on the pile as the possessed elf pounced on top of him, ripping off his clothing with sickle-like claws that were far too big for the otherwise slender fingers. "Ceres, please..." Rigel begged as he tried to crawl away. "If any of you is still in there you have to fight it, I know you wouldn't cower down to something like this!"

"A valiant effort, though all for nought," the dragon's voice replied, his form expanding as his elven features disappeared under a cascade of thick scale. "Soon you will be his, and then he will be mine. You should be happy though, you and your friend will be credited for the return of the dragons to this land once more."

Both elf's legs started to balloon with muscle at the same time as Rigel tried to push back the strange alien feeling that had been creeping up on him, but as he felt Ceres' scaly hands on his chest it came at him with a resurgence. Rigel's eyes went wide as the flesh of his chest stretched out, a draconic face forming for a few second before it turned aside and pushed its way towards his neck. It seemed unable to advance much further though, and the elf could only guess it was because the transformative magic had not reached there yet. He realized his only chance now was to somehow escape and make it to Fenrir, the werewolf lord could take on Ceres and they could get to the next town.

With surprising strength Rigel managed to get his huge draconic feet under the other transforming elf and kangaroo kicked him in the chest, sending him flying across the cavern and into the darkness. Once he was free he scrambled to his feet and stumbled his way towards the cave entrance, though he could feel the possessing force slide down from his chest back towards the appendages. He knew he didn't have long, but if he could just get to the mountainside he could call for Fenrir to help him. Every step he took got harder though and his feet and legs grew to such monstrous proportions that they were dead weight he couldn't budge.

Something thick and scaly wrapped around his still elven waist and jerked him backwards, and as he tried to struggle out of it he was brought close to what had bound him in the first place. Ceres was gone, in its place was a gargantuan dragon that towered over him as it held him in his forepaws. It's eyes glowed as red as his scales and a deep growl reverberated from his throat as Rigel was carried back towards the pile of gold. The entire time his lower body continued to stretch out, his legs now like the hind legs of the dragon that carried him as he was put on his stomach on a pile of golden coins.

As Rigel tried to push himself up the dragon dug two deep trenches in the pile and pushed his arms into them, then covered them up with the heavy gold all the way to his shoulders. He found himself unable to move, and by now his draconic lower half had been placated by the spirit as his huge tail lifted up to expose his tailhole to the other male. "Ceres... I'm sorry, I couldn't save us..." he whispered to himself as he saw the dragon's forepaws on either side of his body.

"Ceres is still here my love," the dragon whispered into his ear before his thick tongue licked it. "Just like all the others that have given their forms so that our race may continue to exist on this earth. Soon like us you'll be immortal, it's just rather unfortunate you can't see it... yet."

Before Rigel could respond he felt the eager dominant dragon begin to press his maleness into the eager hole waiting for him. The dragon spirit that possessed him spread his legs out wide to give Ceres easier access and soon the elf could feel the sensation of the muscles below stretching wide to allow him to be impaled. Even though he had this happen to him several times now this one in particular was strange in how... right it felt. That insufferable itch he had felt throughout his entire trip had just been scratched and the wave of relief and pleasure he received from it was indescribable. As his hands clenched the gold he was buried in from the insertion he realized that it wasn't the magic that demanded he be filled, it was the dragon inside him seeking out his lover through the only means that he had been given.

Rigel's attention was quickly brought back to his own body as he felt not only his legs but the body of the dragon expand even more, their already impressive size growing bigger as Ceres began to push into him. HIs scale-covered stomach stretched out lewdly with the cock inside him as he felt his back muscles shift and stretch, a pressure building inside them until with one particularly hard push a pair of huge wings exploded out from his elven skin and stretched outwards. His back muscles quickly swelled out to meet the needs of his new appendages, Rigel's chest barreling out to the titantic proportions of a dragon as the bright blue scales covered his thickening shoulders and disappeared down his gold covered arms.

As his elven body was quickly subsumed by his draconic half Rigel began to feel not only a physical pressure as his shoulders swelled but a mental one as well. The spirit had moved up towards his head, the last bastion of his old body, but even as his neck cracked and lengthened the hair began to fall out of his scalp and horns began to form from his temples. With each thrust of the dominant dragon Rigel felt like his skull was inflating, his eyes squeezing shut as huge teeth and tongue deformed his still elven mouth. By now the difference was almost comical, even with the growth the elf's head looked miniscule compared to the thick, scaly neck it was perched on.

But as Rigel let out a long shout his voice deepened until it became a roar, his head swelling with growth as his mouth opened in a wide yawn. His jaw cracked, teeth rearranging themselves properly as his ears were completely enveloped by the tide of scaly flesh and replaced with a pair of finned attachments. A mane of golden fur flowed down the dragon's neck as his eyes opened, the green eyes of the elf visible for a mere second before it was replaced with solid sapphire orbs with only a black reptilian slit for a pupil. The pile of gold exploded outwards as the colossal blue-scaled dragon freed his arms, only to grab onto the surrounding rock for better leverage against his lover.

The two grunted and groaned as they continued to grow with each thrust, until finally Ceres came with such force both dragons fell off of the treasure and skidded to the cave floor. The stone became saturated with Rigel's cum as both creatures came, the two of them roared loudly not only in the throes of pleasure but to announce the return of dragons to the land. When it was finally over the bigger dragon's cock was still lodged firmly in his lover's backside, the two basking in their new bodies as a pool of their seed formed around them. They were just about to wrap their wings around one another and fall into slumber when they heard a sound from the entrance to the cave which caused them both to turn their massive heads.

It was Fenrir, the werewolf lord frozen in place at the sight of the two dragons, the cock of one still clearly embedded in the tailhole of the other as Rigel looked at him. "Fenrir, come forward," the blue dragon commanded, Fenrir hesitating before the runes of the collar glowed and he came to their side. "Oh Ceres, can we keep him? He'll be quite useful in our reclamation."

"I don't know, he would make quite the powerful dragon host and we have to get as many of our brethren back into this world as we can," Ceres replied as he scratched a massive talon gently under Fenrir's cheek, the collar growing even brighter as more powerful draconic runes took the place of the old ones. "But he is adorable, and though he would never be able to take it all it would be amusing to have him serve us."

Rigel chuckled and shook Ceres off, the maleness in him sliding out with a pop as he gave the other dragon an evil grin. "Oh, don't worry about hosts," Rigel reassured as his eyes glowed bright. "I know of a whole tribe of orcs that will be more than willing, and after that there's an elven village just ripe for the picking..."