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**WARNING: Contains the growth of muscle, of macrophillic proportions, of male reproductive organs and multiple prehensile versions thereof; the corruption of a mortal to a demonic being; the excessive discharge of male reproductive fluids from both the normally non-functioning male mammary glands and male reproductive organs, and the results on a second being to contain said discharge; and homosexual acts involving the anal passage. If thou are not of legal age, commonly accepted to be eighteen years of age, or if any of the following conditions distresses you, then you are free to go. Otherwise, [INSERT TERM OF PLEASURE REGARDING STORY HERE]. **

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"Beast Energy Drink, huh?" Cim said, taking the chilled can in his hand, looking at the gaudy, black and red colour scheme, tapping the can with a black hoof where a cartoonish demon character was posing and flexing. "You really aren't creative, aren't you?"

"Well, you're the writer here!" Draco laughed, making his uncovered, golden muscular pecs bounce the large blue beads of his necklace up and down. "Just drink it already."

But the time traveling horse would not be rushed. "I hate energy drinks," Cimmaron said. "Especially after I saw one energy drink turn an entire timeline into a horde of mindless, stupidly fast and energetic zombies."

"This won't turn you into a zombie," Draco assured the horse.

"Then you try it first!" Cim said.

The dragon shook his head. "It won't have any effect on me. Believe me, I once drank the entire factory. Did nothing but make me hiccup a lot."

Cimmaron rolled his eyes. "Of course a deity would make a drink that can't affect him."

Draco began to tap his foot impatiently. "Cim, you're stalling."

"Of course I'm a stallion!" Cimmaron said. "Oh... wait... well, yes, I'm stalling."

"Do it."

"All in good time."

"I don't have all day," Draco growled.

"We have all the time in the world," Cimmaron started, setting the can on the counter. "I'm a time traveler, you're a God, we have all the..."

"Oh just drink the damn thing already!" Draco snarled, grabbing the can, ripping the top clean off, pouncing on Cim and knocking him to the floor with a massive pile drive, and when the stallion gasped for air, poured the entire can's contents down Cim's open mouth, forcing him to drink the contents or drown.

Cim closed his eyes and gulped the drink down, his taste buds assaulted by the sharp, nasty drink he was forced to imbibe. It was warmer than he expected, musky, and exceedingly salty, which the few fruits that he could taste did nothing to mask. The stallion gulped at the harsh liquid, until the can ran dry. Some had escaped past his muzzle and trickled down his fur and onto his jacket and shirt. Draco pulled the can away, and Cim gasped for breath.

The aftertaste in his mouth made Cim want to gag, but after a moment, he realized that the underlying taste, the harsh and musky and salty one - he had tasted it before. This particular flavor even. He tried to remember when and where (or if he even had done it himself, or if it was an echo from another Cimmaron somewhere in the multiverse), but he then turned to the dragon who was watching all this take place with a bemused smirk on his face. Cim blinked and the pieces suddenly began to fall into place.

"Damn it Draco!" Cimmaron spluttered, glaring at the dragon as he coughed and made a disgusted face. "Stuff like this is why I don't trust you!"

Draco smirked, then pulled a pocket watch out and looked at it. "Alright, so, starting now."

"Now... what?" Cimmaron asked. He looked at the watch, his eyes widening in shock. He dug into his pockets of his trench coat and his pants, and looked all around him on the floor. "That's my Chronodevice!"

Draco shrugged. "Yeah? So?"

"You shouldn't be able to use that thing! It's designed to only allow me to use it to time travel. It should be electrocuting you or setting you on fire by now!"

"Who said I was time traveling?" Draco said, looking down at Cim. "I'm just using it keep track of how long it takes for the results to kick in."

"Results? Kick in?" Cimmaron asked, confused.

Draco smirked, and leaned in close, his face, crowned with his ivory horns and brown hair, and golden pecs obstructing everything else from Cim's view. "Did you really think that I wouldn't do something experimental - and fun - to a stallion like you?"

Cimmaron leapt to his feet, glaring at the dragon. Of course, Cim's attempt to intimidate the God was rather lacking, with his ears only reaching to Draco's exposed nipples so he had to crane his neck way up to even see the dragon's face. Not to mention the massive red spandex clad package that was pressing up against the horse's chest. While "hung like a horse" fit Cim well in that department, even the stallion's package was insignificant next to the dragon's flaccid cock and balls that strained Draco's undergarments. And while Cim was toned and fit, he was nowhere near the Herculean body build of the dragon. Really, in almost every physical stat, the horse came up short compared to Draco. Normally, it didn't matter. But right now, with Cim's anger building at being tricked into doing something against his will - worst, something that was a complete unknown to him until it would actually happen - the stallion didn't care.

"You know I hate it when people trick me to do things! It never ends well when that happens. Entire timelines are nothing but disaster zones because I was turned into a ravenous beast, a goo monster, a totally insane mental asylum patient with access to the nuclear codes, or even an adorable Shetland Pony with laser eyes and plasma breath!"

"I will say, the last one was pretty funny," Draco said, chuckling as the image of a three foot tall feral Cim with stubby legs laid waste to an entire planet.

"It wasn't funny then, and it's not funny now!" Cim screamed at the top of his lungs, and punched the dragon in his eight-pack gut.

Normally, something like that would have barely made the dragon god's rock hard flesh and scales move, and if anything the recoil would have shattered Cim's hand and all the bones in his right arm.

But instead, to the surprise and utter shock of both participants, Draco was actually thrown off his feet and landed several yards away, the floor vibrating from the loud THUD of close to ten thousand pounds of muscular dragon landing on it. Cimmaron, fist still clinched where it impacted the dragon, was stunned into silence.

"Okay..." Draco said, wincing at the sudden and surprising soreness in his stomach, which he gingerly rubbed. But nothing was broken, and he most likely wouldn't even get a bruise. "So, unexpected strength. That's a pretty big side effect."

Cimmaron was about to say something, but his entire body was feeling... off. He felt dizzy, his ears rang, and his muscles tingled. He clutched his head and growled as the pain went through his skull. His mind began to race, thoughts that he wasn't sure if it was his or not began to pop up, but he couldn't seem to get rid of them. On top of all of that... his groin was feeling tight, as if getting an erection, but bigger. But there was one thought that kept echoing in his head.

Bigger.

"W-what did you give me?" Cimmaron panted through grit teeth. "I swear to God, Draco, if you don't tell me what the hell you did..."

"Okay, fine." Draco said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I gave you a demonic elixir, a formula that would transform the one who drank it into a demon. One I had a big hand in making myself. And not just a demon, an Incubus, really. So... lots of muscles, lots of cock, lots of cum... lots of growing... all that good stuff."

Cimmaron grunted, his nostrils flaring. "A demon. You wanted to turn me into a demon?"

"An Incubus, to be exact," Draco replied. "And... I think the major changes start... now."

As if a command, Cim's entire body felt like it burst into flames. He let out a whinny that bordered on the otherworldly, as all of his muscles seemed to flex and expand in an instant, along with every bone in his body, allowing him to grow taller and larger. Biceps, triceps, pectorals, thighs, his back, his shoulders, his neck... everything seemed to balloon out, years of working out in just a few seconds. The trench coat he wore began to rip and tear, unable to hold the horse that was now half as tall as he used to be, and several times as thick and buff. Seems gave way in the jacket, the shirt, and even his black pants, allowing brown fur and thick muscle to burst out. His crotch also quickly gave way, spilling out two grapefruit sized balls and a two liter thick leathery sheathe, with a foot of a fleshy black snake already sneaking out, and more and more springing into existence, the cock growing too large for the sheathe to hold it anymore.

Cimmaron bent forward, cowering in pain. It was too much, too soon. But... at the same time, it was hot. He always fascinated about being muscular, massive, sexy. And here, it was happening. Sure it was... unexpected. If Draco had just asked, Cim would have jumped on it in a New York minute.

But, well, results were results.

Cimmaron gave a chuckle, his voice having gone done several octaves in just a couple minutes of growth. He looked up, his brown eyes now pure red, locking in with Draco's blue eyes. The dragon froze in place, eyes wide in something between surprise, terror and arousal. The tent in the shorts - and the wet spot that was beginning to form on them - he was wearing proved that.

"So, you like seeing demon horses, huh?" Cimmaron said, his voice a deep rumble that sent a chill of fear and excitement down Draco's spine. "Well, let's see how much you're going to love me after this!"

Before Draco could move, Cimmaron pounced on the dragon, ripping the stretched speedo off, and allowing the dragon's cock to flop free. The demonic stallion smirked, before his broad muzzle latched onto the dragon's ebony cock and began to nosily suckle and lick, nibbling and swallowing, thrusting and groaning as he sucked off the dragon. The hooves of the horse groped and squeezed his butt, his back, his shoulders, his hips, his testicles... everywhere and anything. The horse was in a sex crazed, lust filled stupor, and he was going to drag Draco with it.

Draco panted heavily, arching his back and gasping and groaning as Cim's tongue and long mouth easily swallowed his entire shaft, slicking it with his saliva and the pre that was already spilling out and filling Cim's muzzle.

Draco gasped and roared out as he suddenly came, the first shot making Cim's muzzle bulge out from the sheer amount of cum. But unlike the energy drink from earlier, Cim guzzled every drop down with loud gulps and slurps. It felt like Draco's entire body was being sucked through his cock and into Cim's ravenous appetite, which, in a sense, it was. Cim's belly even began to bulge out from the gallons of cum he was inhaling.

It only took a few minutes, but Draco was spent. Even the dragon, through the lust filled haze, was surprised, because he normally could do hours, if not days of cumming. Yet the greedy demonic stallion had sucked him dry in less than ten minutes.

Cimmaron rose up, using an arm to wipe the stray strands of cum from his muzzle. "Well, that was a great appetizer," Cimmaron rumbled, patting his muscle gut. "Should do me a lot of good."

"Wait... how did you know my cum was part of it?"

"Oh, I had a sneaking suspicion," Cimmaron said, as his gut began to melt away. "I knew it was sperm or whatever... and who's better to make someone grow than a draconic god with a very, very, very large fetish?" The belly had melted away, to be replaced with the massive eight... no, ten pack abs that now filled his torso. Every other muscle on his body began to bulge and grow, the sound of stretching muscle and skin filling the room with a rubbery, balloon like sound. All the while, Cimmaron flexed his bulging muscles and smirked to the golden God, showing off to the dragon who, for so long, laid claim to be the biggest, hunkiest, most hung and most powerful, and who now claimed the title.

"And I also know you actually have an unlimited amount there, don't you? I only got what you had right then and there."

Before Draco could answer (and it would have been yes, as the dragon could feel his balls bloating up again already), Cimmaron let out a bellow, and thrust his hips forward. From his sheathe, four more long black and pink cock's burst out, all leaking more of his pre. They were a bit smaller than the biggest one, still bigger than what any cock had any business being. Not only that, but one of them wrapped around Draco and lifted the dragon up, before it latched onto Draco's cock and began to suck. Another tentacle shoved itself up Draco's ass, making him cry and roar as he was quickly and effortlessly violated, thrusting back and forth to keep the dragon's cock erect and gushing the transforming cum for the stallion. The other two, with little else to do, suddenly reached and grabbed hold of Draco's chest, right over his nipples. Draco winced and moaned as he felt the suction on his nipples... and more fluid beginning to leak, if not just spew, out of his male breasts: another little secret that Cimmaron must have picked up on.

In between the sucking and the thrusting and the moans, Draco realized that they were basically tentacles... cum sucking, ass fucking, ground dragging, snake like cock tentacles.

Draco watched stupefied as the interior of the building turned into rubble, and the horse's corrupted pre started to rise up past his ankles. Not at the growth, the gluttony, or the muscles itself: heaven knew how many times he'd allowed himself to grow and consume anything that would allow him to grow even more. But Cim... Cimmaron, of all people, doing this? There were the AltCim's that would do this, and Draco met more than his fair share of the really kinky ones, but the regular Cim? Sure, the drink was supposed to make Cim a demon... but this was almost too far.

Cimmaron, his body having filled out the entire two-story house, looked over to Draco. "Oh, this is just the start, my golden friend. You should join me as I take this to the next level!"

No, this wasn't the regular Cim anymore. He had turned him into a monster now. He turned the time traveling horse into a demonic being, one that was only out for his own pleasure.

Cimmaron roared again, this time standing up, and demolishing the house in an instant. The bright sunlight revealed the new Cim: fifty feet tall, with a thick, half hard cock jutting several dozen feet in front of him with four more swirling, drooling prehensile cocks flailing around and entangling a golden dragon and forcing him to watch what was happening; and balls that put boulders to shame. Every muscle on the dark brown-black body was as if a demented Roman sculptor had carved them from solid marble: too big, too bulky... too sexy.

The people nearby watched in shock and horror as the demon roared again, and began to change again. This time, with bones cracking and muscles and fleshing stretching loud enough for people blocks away to hear it, his torso began to elongate between his lower abs and his groin, growing longer and thicker and more barrel like. Two limbs began to push out toward the top, growing thick and muscular like the legs that were holding the massive beast up, with two broad, obsidian hooves forming at the very end.

With a rumbling sigh, Cimmaron let his new front legs fall, the hooves destroying half a house and a car underneath, his cock smashing into the ground to leave a deep trench that quickly filled with water from broken pipes. Ripples from the point of impact destroyed lawns and road alike, and the shockwave sent people flying, windows shattering, and car alarms blaring.

The newly taur'ed Cim rumbled again, in equal measures pleasure and feeling his corrupted power flow through his body. "Behold! Your new God has arrived!" he bellowed, looking down on the suburb below him.

The crowd, however, was terrified, and began to run away. Cimmaron just chuckled, and began to walk forward, not at the least bit concerned as he continued to grow and destroy an entire suburb, his tentacocks making use of the golden dragon that fueled it all.

The tentacock that held Draco brought the dragon face to face with Cim (along with the three others that continued to siphon the growth giving properties of the dragon God's seed or continued to fuck Draco's ass and stretching more and more as it grew). The stallion smirked, stomping his hoof on one particular large building, a community hall of some kind and demolishing the entire thing in an instant. "So, do you like what I've done with my body so far?"

Draco tried to look around, but all he could see was Cim, and he could do nothing but watch as the horsetaur in front of him continued to grow: he could even hear the skin stretching, the muscles pumping larger, the bones cracking and reforming to allow even more growth. It was almost to the point where Draco's ears began to pop with the rise in altitude. Cim's testicles hung so low and full and heavy, they were nearly dragging on the ground, obliterating anything that may have avoided the train of destruction from hooves, flaring cocks, or earthquakes like a deity's wrecking balls. Draco could hear the splash and rush of cum and preseed shoot out of the massive log that was attached to his groin.

Through it all, Draco's own cock and his nipples were rock hard, spurting cum like mad, which only fueled the growth even more. Sure, he unleashed a demonic monster on this poor town... this poor world, really. And, oh Me, Draco thought, Cimmaron had turned into a beast. A massive, muscular, macro, hyper, sexy beast.

But, honestly: what use of being a God if you couldn't abuse your powers every so often?

Cimmaron smirked. "So you like it, huh?"

Draco could only nod.

"Well, are you ready for the next act then?" Cimmaron said, his smirk doing nothing to hide the evil intent he had on his mind.

Well, he brought it this far. "Let's see it then, big boy!"

Cimmaron laughed, and the cock that held Draco dropped down, lower and lower.

But instead of setting Draco down, Draco soon came face to face with the massive, flaring flesh of Cim's cock, which jumped and spurted hundreds of gallons of pre, drenching the dragon in musky horse seed.

"Oh... shit. You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Draco cried out, realizing instantly what the stallion wanted.

The tentacock that held Draco turned him around, ass presented to the cock that was beyond massive. Well, maybe a Redwood would come close.

But there was one thing about a Redwood compared to this log: it wasn't black, throbbing, and it didn't constantly shoot fluids out the tip.

The tentacock that was already in Draco's ass slipped out, leaving the dragon's butt empty. The one that was still wrapped around (and sucking on the dragon's cock) began to push Draco onto Cim's flaring member. But when the dragon didn't automatically slip over the cock, the tentacock stopped for a moment, and its companions detached from their nursing spots and slithered up.

"My, my, Draco," Cimmaron rumbled, loud enough to make glass shatter. "You seem to have gone a while without taking a cock."

"In my defense, yours is really fucking huge now!" Draco shouted back, making Cimmaron laugh out loud. The laugh oozed evil and corruption, making ice run down anyone's spine nearby.

"Well, you need to be prepared anyway," Cimmaron said. "And I know just what to do."

One of the free tentacocks came up, and began to drool pre cum over the dragon's ass, before grinding itself on Draco's tailhole. Draco bit his lips, but still a moan slipped past, and a shudder through his entire body.

But the hot-dogging couldn't last forever. The tentacock pulled away, and drove straight for home.

Draco roared out as he was speared by a tentacock as wide as his hips (shit, did they grow between when it came out and now?), his muscular stomach being distended by the enormous shaft, and pushing the tentacock that held him out, but it didn't lessen it's grip any. The one inside of him went right up to just under Draco's pecs, as if a rocky ledge that it couldn't get past.

The dragon panted, his body quivering as he tried to get used to the huge piece of horseflesh now lodged inside him. It wasn't painful: in cases like this, he couldn't feel pain. But despite being divine and with great powers, even a God had some limits, no matter how temporary before he could get used to whatever he was confronted with.

The tenatcock around Draco began to lift the dragon up, then slamming him back down, in rhythm as the one that nearly impaled Draco began to push in and pull out. The coordinated cocks smashed against Draco's prostrate, as well as his stomach, his lungs, his tail, his own cock and balls, making the dragon roar out in ecstasy as his rear was being slammed over and over. The dragon could feel his belly begin to bloat as the copious pre began to be expelled. The thrusting cock began to stretch out Draco's stomach more as well, but forging new roads and distending his stomach in an unnatural direction perpendicular to the rest of Draco.

Cimmaron gave another demonic laugh, and instantly tentacock number two shoved itself right up beside the first one, spreading Draco's rear and body twice as big, doubling the amount of pre, and overwhelming his pleasure receptors. But just as the second one began to get into a rhythm, the third free one flew straight for Draco's ass like a heat seeking missile. It made Draco roar again, and cum instantly. While his load was impressive, it would have been a drop of water in a lake compared to just the pre that continued to flood the city from Cim's cocks. And Cim continued to drink it all up from the cock that held onto Draco.

"Well, that should be a good start," Cimmaron said. Draco, his large black member still spurting more seed, barely heard what the horse said. But suddenly the three tentacocks began to pull out, leaving a huge, yawning chasm in Draco's body. He looked down to see that the belly was still there. Part of Draco's mind said it was over. But another part knew it wasn't. And an even smaller part wanted to see how much Cim would bloat him.

He didn't have to wait long, as the biggest, and heretofore unused, of Cim's bouquet of dicks pierced his stretched and abused ass, making it stretch even wider.

Draco roared again, as his entire body seemed to stretch and bend like a massive condom over the gargantuan prick.

The tentacock that held onto Draco pulled him down and down, until the lower part reached the stallion's medial ring, which served as a great stopper once that was shoved into Draco's ass as well. The dragon was now locked onto Cim's body, and his stomach already began to grow heavy as buckets of pre were dumped into his gut every second.

Looking down, and satisfied the dragon was securely fastened, Cimmaron began to stroll forward, each massive hoof step causing another earthquake, each bigger than the last.

Cimmaron stopped near one rather tall apartment complex, one that had the unfortunate implication of looking like a massive dildo: long, smooth sides, a tapered roof, and even too hemispheres at the entrance. Even better, it was just a tad bit taller than Cimmaron. The horse grinned, and without even hesitating, used his massive hands to grab the base of the building, reaching down hundreds of feet to get at the foundation, and then ripping the entire building from the ground. He looked at the building, which was holding together fairly well. He chuckled, and with a snap of his fingers, four more tentacocks sprung from Cim's sheath, and snaked their way up to the toy Cim had, and grabbed it in several places before carrying it over Cim and to his rear.

Cim took a moment, shuffling his four hooves to get into the right spot, and braced as he cool metal tip touched his puckered ass. Cimmaron took a moment, a couple breaths, then used his tentacocks to shove the building deep into his own ass. He let out a whinny that shattered every remaining windows as the building began to enter his tailhole, stretching his ass like his cock had stretched Draco, only even bigger, and inanimate. It was cold, and as the steel and concrete began to buckle and break, turned into a pleasurable ridged toy, playing with the stallion's anal passages. He nickered and whinnied, stamping his hooves and pulverizing everything underneath them until the toy reached the base. Cimmaron took a deep breath, his newer tentacocks having done their job. Best of all, the building stayed mostly intact, turning into a huge, butt spreading and tail hiking buttplug.

His lusts momentarily quenched, Cimmaron continued his rampage. The growth that followed was astronomical as his cocks continued to consume the dragon's seed, which only seemed to exponentially increase as time went on and more and more of the unlimited cum reserves Draco had were opened and drained. One hundred, 200, 300, 500, 750 feet his body climbed. His more feral back half bloated larger and larger, growing longer and thicker. The only buildings that could even rival Cim's height where skyscrapers, and only the biggest ones for a very brief period of time, before they were either knocked down or eclipsed by the growing stallion. His muscles continued to swell until he could barely move his arms, and his legs only went forward with the greatest physical exertion, the combination of too much muscle and the mountainous weights that grew behind him slowing him down.

Cim's cock, the one Draco was on, never stopped growing either. By now, the bloating dragon was well in front of Cim, his belly turned into a bulldozer, obliterating everything flat under it. Draco could only gasp and shudder and writhe and try a tired roar as his cock still spewed cum for the demonic stallion. This had to be the eighth or ninth full orgasm by now, with four or five times as many minor ones, but just when Draco thought it was over, his body would twitch and cum again. And with every surge in growth, the amount of pre exponentially increased as his balls became too big and too heavy to swing, and now they simply dragged behind, flattening everything once again after Draco's stomach had gone over it.

Cimmaron finally reached the downtown core, and stopped, his four hooves causing one final planet-cracking earthquake each. Now close to 1000 feet, only four buildings even reached his chest. He snorted at them This time, his four spare tentacocks, constantly drooling pre and cum that washed out whole blocks of buildings with a single drop all shot straight at them, poising themselves over the top of all four. Like a quartet of well-trained dancers, they all hit their mark at the same time. Their urethras swallowed them whole, sounding his cocks with the largest buildings in the city. They slammed into the ground with the force of megaton nuclear bombs, obliterating anything that might have remained standing, with the hoof causing earthquakes, the golden plow up front or the mountains being dragged behind. Cimmaron let out another whinny as all four cocks swallowed the buildings, his overly muscled and immobilized body trying to jerk and shake in pleasure, but instead the only thing that flexed was his cock.

"That... that was intense," Cimmaron rumbled, his voice carrying across entire weather systems to engulf the planet. "And I'm almost ready for the final act!

In the distance, where entire city blocks used to be, two massive brown-black mountains rose up. It would have taken a moment for anyone to comprehend that it was Cim's balls, growing even larger than the creature that they nominally belonged to, dwarfing the city, the demon horsetaur, and the bloated dragon combined, several fold.

There was a loud rumble, a final earthquake. The epicenter was those massive balls. Cimmaron's entire body began to tense up, his breath coming in ragged gasps and pants, as the planet's Cim had for balls finally began to churn.

Draco could feel the cumpipe of Cim's cock begin to expand: slowly, agonizingly slowly, as entire oceans worth of demonic horse seed raced up.

The first shot not only doubled Draco's body, it doubled again after that. And then again, and again, and again with every shot after that. Draco could feel his cheeks bulge out from the pressure of the cum, before it began to pour out of his mouth and nose, which quickly became a tiny stream compared to the bloating golden belly.

Draco's cum bloated stomach began to lift up the front half of Cimmaron, spreading his front legs, before expanding large enough to pick up the back legs. But it wasn't done there. Soon the entire demonic stallion was riding on Draco's mind-boggling obscene cumgut, which now covered counties, if not entire states. The golden blob was visible from space, an achievement that neither horse nor dragon cared about now.

But still Cim kept cumming. The stallion neighed and whinnied and snorted and panted and cried and roared and every other noise he could make as his cock and balls continued to pump cum out at a rate that dwarfed all the rivers in the world combined.

And Draco continued to grow. His stomach was so heavy now that molten magma began to seep through the crust, fracturing the world along tectonic plates, both old and new. One side of his stomach touched the ocean, the other half a massive mountain range, and his entire body could be seen in an entire hemisphere, a second golden sun that, as the Sun caught it, blazed brighter than any light, both man made or natural. Night turned into day, and still his belly continued to grow larger and larger and larger and...

Draco bolted upright. He blinked, looking around him. It was dark: the only light that entered the room was from a full moon in a hole in the ceiling, right above his bed. In the light and shadows, Draco could see the massive tent where his groin was, and the huge wet spot that formed because of the dream. The dragon wasn't mad: he was rather impressed. It was a pretty big mess he made there. Just a sign of a really, really good dream.

He looked around, to see that it was a stone temple that the Zeradaith civilization, the one he took his name from and had made for him centuries before. He was in the inner sanctum of the temple they had built for him, and Draco had claimed it as his bedroom, with a bed that was four times the size of anything for a mortal, due to the dragon's size.

It was a room that only the highest of high priests could enter. Well, the highest of high priests and whatever guy he took a fancy to that day or week could enter the inner sanctum, and brought in for a night or two of fun that the mortal would never forget. The bigger, the more muscle-bound, the more hung, the better. If they weren't big before hand, they would be when they were done.

He glanced beside him, to see the sleeping stallion that was the cause of the dream he just had. Cimmaron might have been a bit small than his usual taste in men, but he still had some muscle definition, and with some workouts (or magic, both worked fine for his tastes), he'd be just as muscular as the dragon. Still had a pretty good butt and big dick, and well worth a night together. To prove it, cum still seeped from Cim's ass (and from Draco's own when the horse got a chance or five between the Dragon's own romps with Cim's). The smell of male dragon and horse fluids filled the room with a heady musk, and the bed was still wet in many spots from their fun times. The thought of them made the tent pole in the middle of the bed throb again.

Draco snorted and grinned. He nestled down back into the bed, the tent pole flopping onto Cim's back. The horse shuffled a bit in his sleep, and the stretched butt was now perched right on Draco's cock head. Draco chuckled and closed his eyes, before giving a short thrust. The horse moaned as he was filled again, his own tent pole forming. Draco sighed, and closed his eyes, his throbbing cock sleepily pulsing and thrusting into Cim's ass. Maybe tomorrow he'll give Cim that drink...