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When he got back he found Zar was good enough to move himself and he did so that he could now face the fire, letting the flames warm his stomach and face instead of his back while Eldarin continued to read. For a while they continued to sit in silence, but the longer the elf sat there the more he realized that Zar was staring at him. As he continued to feel the gaze of the dragon on him he slowly lifted his head up and looked to see those red eyes staring straight at him. "You better not say you're hungry again..." the elf warned.

"I'm just curious on what you keep looking over," the dragon replied with a snort. "Just wondering what could hold your attention so keenly."

"They're a copy of the sacred elven texts of our first healers," Eldarin explained. "In here is the wisdom to do the things that I do, something that you've benefited from already. It also allowed me to make the purification stone that you wanted so badly. If you'd like I can go over a few things with you, though I'm sure that our weak magics are of little concern to such a mighty dragon as yourself."

Much to Eldarin's surprise Zar asked if he could share a few things, though when it showed on the elf's face the dragon quickly looked away and said because there was nothing else better to do down in this cave. Despite the rebuff Eldarin decided to placate the other male's curiosity and moved over towards him so that he could see the texts while he translated them. For the first time since they had fallen down the ravine together Eldarin's body was pressed against Zar's scales, and the elf found that they were surprisingly soft for what was essentially armor as he showed the dragon several passages. They continued to discuss for a long time, enough that the elf had to restock the fire several times before he felt his eyes grow heavy from exhaustion.

"Why do you do it?" Zar asked the tired elf, his own head resting on the stone as he looked at Eldarin. "Why do you go out of your way to help others, even those you know won't have any intention on paying you back?"

There was a moment of silence as Eldarin stared into the fire while he contemplated a response before he finally answered. "I guess that's just the way I am," he finally stated. "Just like the way you are I suppose, content to kill and maim and steal while your metallic-scaled counterparts at least try to do some good in the world."

"Well I guess you've got a point there," Zar replied, though the elf could feel that he had caused a bit of agitation in the dragon that hadn't been there before as he quickly changed the subject. "Those wounds of yours don't look so good, you sure you're as a good of healer as you think you are?"

The area that Zar was commenting on was the elf's legs where there had been some particularly nasty gashes, and though Eldarin responded that they were just healing scars he failed to mention that he had grown slightly concerned as well. The flesh of the healed area had gone from pale to an almost unnatural silver color and the area around it was swollen. Though none of the areas were painful and none of the surrounding skin was red, the healer knew that if he had gotten some sort of infection he was in a lot of trouble. But he had done all he could to treat himself and with the rest of the magic going towards the dragon he started to explain how the healing process worked before his head tilted to the side and he nodded off while still leaning against Zar...

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When Eldarin woke up once more he found himself still nestled up with a wing draped over his body, covering him up as Zar continued to sleep next to him. It was a strange sight to behold, especially when he tried to stand and felt a webbed paw of the black dragon pressed against him in almost a protective motion. "Uh, Zar..." the elf said as he elbowed the dragon's belly when he couldn't get the paw off of him. "Hey, wake up there."

The dragon snorted and awoke, looking around before he realized that the elf was still pressed against him as he looked away. "Looks like we both fell asleep at the same time," Zar said dismissively as he looked up where the rainwater continued to pour down through the hole, though the reflection in the water was noticeably brighter than before. "Also it appears that the storm is finally starting to let up, that's a good sign."

"Indeed it is," Eldarin replied as he shifted the wing off of him like a blanket. "Perhaps if you're feeling up to it we might try-" the elf's words suddenly stopped short and when Zar looked back at him he saw that Eldarin's face was frozen with a look of horror. When the dragon followed his gaze to where he had been looking his own eyes widened as well.

The areas where the elf had healed himself were even more swollen before, particularly in his leg that looked like someone had grafted a monster leg to it. His foot was almost unrecognizable and nearly half of the affected leg was colored with the silvered skin. It was a reaction that Eldarin had never seen or read about in his entire life, was his magic continuing to fight an infection that was causing such mutations? Zar had backed away from Eldarin as the healer attempted to stand, and though he could his body wobbled slightly from the uneven weight distribution.

When the elf was confident that he could walk under his own power he moved to the calmer section of the river in order to look at the parts of his body he couldn't see by himself and found that his condition was worse than he had thought. His face looked like he had been stung by several bees and his hair had started to fall out in places. As he tried to flex his muscles he could also see that there were several growths there that bulged unnaturally, a potential sign that his magical healing had somehow gone wild on him. When he stumbled back towards the fire Zar began to back away from him until Eldarin assured him that whatever he had was not contagious.

"So... what's wrong with you, then?" Zar asked as Eldarin hobbled over to his texts.

"I have no idea..." the elf replied. "I mean, I've heard instances where healing magic could go a bit overboard but all I did was use it to heal my superficial wounds. My only guess is that my body is fighting something else off and the magic is attempting to heal it as best it can. The answer has to be here in these texts, I just need to find it..."

The dragon looked around, then back at the elf. "Well I think I'm going to take that test flight you were talking about before," he said as he continued to eye up the other male wearily. "I'm going to take a lap around the cavern and see how your healing worked on me."

Before the elf could say anything he watched Zar unfurl his wings before taking off, causing Eldarin to cover his face as coals and ash were kicked back at him from the force of the wings. He sighed as he watched the dragon quickly disappear into the darkness, feeling like this would be the last he ever saw of him before going back down to the parchment in his hands. He knew the answer had to be somewhere there, it just had to be...

But as the day continued to wear on the elf's desperation began to show more and more until finally he slammed the texts down on the ground in anger. There was nothing in it that would point to his current condition as he buried his head in his hands, though that was hard to do with their deformed nature. As he sat there he suddenly felt the ground shake beneath him and looked up to see Zar standing there.

"Looks like you're not having a good time of it," the dragon said as he folded his wings back. "Wing is good as new for me, and when I took a look it appears that the storm is finally easing up. I think I may have also found a way for you to get out, there's a crack in one of the walls that leads upwards... might be a bit of tight fit for you, but if you make it out you can go out and try to get yourself some help like a healer that actually knows what they're doing."

Eldarin ignored the cutting comment and got dressed and packed up his gear as best he could, Zar surprising him by helping him gather everything up before he picked up the elf with his claws and began to fly across the river. As the two crossed the rushing water Eldarin felt a pit form in his stomach as he realized the dragon could drop him at any time and be done with him. His fears were unfounded, though, and after a few minutes they arrived at the crack in the rock that had muted sunlight streaming from it. "You weren't kidding about it being a tight fit," Eldarin remarked as he looked inside the narrow passage.

"Well it's wide enough for you at least," Zar replied with a huff.

"But not for you," Eldarin said. "You're going to be stuck down here alone."

"Aside from the irony of you worrying about me being left alone down here I'm going to be fine," Zar said. "My wing got us this far so all I have to do is fly up through the crevice that we came here in. In fact I'm probably going to beat you out."

The elf frowned and crossed his arms, which caused Zar to look at him in confusion. "I don't believe you," Eldarin said. "If you really could get out through that crevice you would have just taken me through there, or gotten out yourself and left me here like you said."

"You don't have time for this!" Zar roared. "If you don't get out now you're going to probably die, and being the dragon I think I have a far better chance of finding my way out instead of some sick elf!"

"Aha!" Eldarin shouted. "So you can't get out through the crevice! If that's the case then why are you helping me escape? What possible reason do you have for you to help-"

The elf was cut short in surprise as the dragon leaned down and pressed his muzzle against his lips, and though the size difference made it a bit tough it was clear what it was as the two kissed. Eldarin could feel the tip of the dragon's tongue press into his mouth before it quickly retreated, along with the rest of Zar as he leaned back and broke the kiss. "That... you..." Eldarin stammered as he regained his composure. "You like me?"

"What? No!" Zar said as he looked away. "That's how dragons say goodbye. Not get out of here before I decide to get over your freakish nature and eat you whole!"

"Oh no... no no... no way..." Eldarin replied as he stepped away from the opening. "This... this changes everything. Chromatic dragons are supposed to be evil, malicious creatures without a decent bone in their body and from our initial meeting you were the same. Now you're helping me escape, packing up my stuff, saying thank you... you're changing. You're becoming a decent dragon!"

"You're wrong!" Zar bellowed. "You were right about me all along, I'm a black-hearted, evil, greedy, selfish creature who cares about nothing but himself! I'm just getting rid of you because you annoy me and you're too infected to eat. Now if you don't leave here right now I'm going to show you exactly how evil I can be..."

"I don't believe you..." Eldarin continued to press. "This is monumental, Zar, I have to stay and see this through. And... and I want to do it, I want to do it for you."

The dragon slowly turned his head to look at the elf and when he did there was a look of pure malice in his eyes that actually scared him. "Oh really..." Zar growled lowly. "Would you still feel that way if I told you that I was hoping you'd leave without realizing you had this?"

Eldarin gasped as the dragon held up his purification stone in his palm, glowing with a faint green light as the elf tried to grab for it only for Zar to pull it away. "How... when did you grab that?" Eldarin asked.

"When you went out fishing that first time," Zar replied. "Nifty little trinket like this would have been good in my hoard, but not if it's going to mean that you're going to continue to hang around me. So let's see how willing you are to stay with me now!"

As Eldarin shouted for him to stop it was already too late, the dragon had chucked the stone into the darkness of the cavern with a mighty throw. The elf watched as years of hard work sailed through the air until it disappeared under the rushing waters of the underground river, lost to the currents that rushed over it before he turned back to the smirking dragon. "You... monster!" Eldarin shouted as he grabbed his bag. "Do you know how long it takes to craft something like that? What I sacrificed of myself to form something that pure?"

"Well if you want to live long enough to create another one I suggest you get moving," Zar said as he motioned for the crack. "Hurry up, if you die in there I won't be able to get your body out and the smell will be awful I'm sure."

The elf's rage was hardly contained as he began to squeeze his way through the small passage, looking at Zar with pure murder in his eyes. "I hope you die down here," he said before he disappeared completely into the stone. The dragon waited until the elf had gotten a few meters in before he sighed and moved to the edge of the rock platform.

"At least you won't..." Zar muttered under his breath before he took off into the darkness once again.

As the elf continued to push his way through the large cracks in the fissure he could see the light of day and feel the splash of rain on his chest. "I can't believe he did that," Eldarin continued to mutter as he stopped for a brief rest. "And to think I actually thought that I liked him."

While his hand continued to rest against his face he began to feel something strange, like his nose had started to press against his palm as his lips went numb. At first he thought it was some strange poison that black dragons excrete from their saliva but the longer he pressed his hands against his face the longer it seemed to get. As the tingling sensation began to spread from his mouth and lips to his head he felt the irresistible urge to yawn and when he did he felt his jaw bones crack as they grew longer and his gums filled in with new teeth.

As his fingers played with the proto-muzzle his face seemed to have grown he looked down at his hands and saw that the silvery skin had split, forming into a scale-like texture as similarly colored claws grew out from his fingernails. As he looked at the scaly skin crawling up his thickening arm it suddenly dawned on him, his magic wasn't fighting an infection that was killing him, it was turning him into a dragon! Though the potential theory behind it staggered his mind he was just relieved that he wasn't dying, just transforming into a huge creature...

...in a very small fissure surrounded by rock...

Panic quickly replaced relief as he looked down to the darkness of the cavern he had just left and up at the light of the entrance. He realized that it was about the same distance, which meant that he had to either go up for freedom or go down for Zar. At first the answer was obvious as he looked up at the sunny exit, but the more he thought about it the more he wondered... what if, while he was changing physically, the dragon was changing mentally? Whether it was the magic they shared or the fact he had the purification stone there was no doubt that the dragon was acting strangely, even if he did toss the stone into the river in the end. But did he really want to risk being trapped in the cavern as a dragon if it meant reconciling with a creature he just met?

As his frame began to expand he found himself climbing back down the fissure towards the cavern entrance, his boots ripping as his feet expanded into clawed foot pads while he moved. Things started to get very tight as he felt those strange growths on his back push out even further, the kiss he shared with Zar seeming to catalyze the changes as a pair of wings began to grow from the muscle there. By the time he reached the cavern he got himself out about halfway before he found himself wedged, his neck stretching with new muscle as he pulled as hard as he could to get his shoulders out.

A sudden pop as his shoulders altered their configuration caused him to fall backwards and be freed from the rock that threatened to crush him under his own growth. The transforming elf took a second to shake himself off, which caused his already tattered clothing to fall from his body as well. When his eyes got used to the darkness again he could still see the fire was lit, and though it was rather far away he thought he saw the shadow of the dragon in the light that danced off one of the walls. Though he could try and shout the combination of his throat changing and the rushing water would likely drown him out, which meant he needed to get over there as quickly as possible.

Eldarin looked back at the wings that had sprouted from his back and gave them an experimental flap, finding it almost impossible to do so at their current state. They were possibly big enough to glide, though, and with his new claws he was able to climb up the side of the cavern wall high enough that it looked like he could cross. "First time flying and it's in a cavern over a roaring river," he said as he swallowed hard. "How hard could it be?"

As soon as the half-formed dragon pushed off he hit a stalagmite the caused his entire body to twist around, and though his wings did manage to catch air he found himself quickly spiraling out of control. He let out a half-roar half-scream as he plunged into the icy water below, though with most of his body covered in silver dragon scales it was less a shock to his system than before as he tried to paddle his awkward body towards the other side. As he got close, though, he could see that he wasn't going to get close enough and as he passed by the fire his eyes widened when he saw that no one was there. With his body still changing it was next to impossible to get any rhythm and soon the only thing he could do was stretch out his hand above the water as he sank to the bottom...

Suddenly he felt something latch onto his clawed paw and yank him up with a force that he had not expected, and when his head broke the surface of the water he saw Zar there with his body wrapped around a stalagmite holding onto his hand. "Keep paddling to the fire!" the black-scaled dragon said. "I'll help you from here!"

With a combination of Zar moving from rock formation to rock formation the two were eventually able to get to the edge of the area with the fire pit even with the elf still growing, Eldarin breathing hard as his draconic hind leg twitched while the still fairly elven one flopped to the floor. "What in the twelve planes were you thinking?!" Zar shouted before he noticed the draconic appendages on the otherwise elven creature. "Uh... I see that you've changed quite a bit since we last talked."

"You could say that," Eldarin replied as best he could before he stood up as best he could, his bones cracking as the magic that continued to change him pulsed through his body. "Seems like we were wrong about what was happening to me. Turns out that hanging out with a dragon turns you into one, or something like that. Anyway, it looks like I'm not dying anymore."

"You risked your life just so you could come back here and tell me that?" Zar asked.

Eldarin just grinned with his new muzzle. "And to return the favor as well," As Zar tilted his head Eldarin craned his new neck up and kissed him again, this time their muzzles much more matched to do so. As they continued to make out Eldarin felt the changes in his body come to a head, the last vestiges of his elven nature disappearing under scale and muscle as his new tail wagged in the air while the two held one another with their forelimbs. When they finished and finally broke apart Zar was staring at a silver dragon, and a particularly handsome one at that as Eldarin could see him suddenly flutter about nervously.

"I still can't believe you came back," Zar said as he looked down. "After everything that happened, the way I treated you, the fact I tossed your stone into the river..."

"About that..." Eldarin replied. "Why did you throw my stone in the river?"

There was a moment of silence between the two before Zar finally confessed. "I actually grabbed it because it had fallen out of your pack when I picked it up," he said. "I was going to give it back to you but then you started talking about staying down here and I thought you were dying. It just seemed like the thing to do to try and drive you away so you would seek help."

"Well luckily for you I saw beyond your facade," the silver dragon as a smirk grew on his muzzle. "Also, there happens to be one more thing that I see."

"Oh?" Zar replied in confusion.

"Yeah," Eldarin stated. "I'm bigger than you now."

Zar's jaw dropped as he looked back and forth between their two draconic bodies, realizing that the former elf was right that the silver dragon had him beat out by at least a couple of inches. Of course there was another possible connotation to it as well as he saw the silver dragon was completely erect, the throbbing draconic tool pointed straight at him. Then it was Eldarin's turn to be surprised as the once proud dragon turned around and lifted his tail for him.

"Really?" Eldarin asked as Zar wiggled his butt at him. "With the way you reacted before I thought..."

"Well being a submissive amongst chromatic dragons isn't exactly a trait that is considered great to have," Zar explained. "Back then I would fight for dominance just like the others but now... I don't know, maybe it's the changes you were talking about, but I feel like this is exactly where I should be. Plus it doesn't hurt that it's going to be by a handsome dragon stud like you. I almost wanted to see when you were an elf, but considering the size difference I doubt it would have done anything for either of us."

"Well it looks like I've got the proper equipment this time," Eldarin stated as he began to pad over towards the submissive male, licking his lips in anticipation. In reality he wasn't big on males, either, but there was something about being a dragon and seeing another one bend over like that which was driving him wild. Of course his new body was still taking a bit to get used to, at one point his forepaw slipped on the scales of the male beneath him which caused him to slightly squish the other dragon. Of course once he got on top of Zar and his cock was brushed up against the underside of his tail instinct quickly kicked in.

Both dragons began to press against one another as Zar helped guide the head of that draconic length into his tailhole, his entire body shuddering from the sudden stretching as it popped inside him. Though the pleasure was intense Eldarin let the other dragon get used to having something in there, even if that was something that dragons didn't need to worry about. He began to think that it wasn't when Zar pushed back and plunged nearly half a foot of the slick length inside him that caused both to growl and snarl from the pleasure.

"You really want this, don't you," Eldarin said as he continued to push down, letting the thick length spread open the soft walls of the dragon beneath him. "Nice thick dragon cock in you, making you moan out in pleasure?"

"As long as it's yours," Zar replied between grunts. "My alpha dragon."

Eldarin stopped suddenly and it caused Zar to do the same, the two looking at each other. "Did you just say alpha dragon?" he asked the black-scaled dragon.

"Uh... yes..." Zar replied carefully, his body still shuddering once in a while with the throb from the silver dragon dick inside him. "Why... does that mean something to you?"

"No..." Eldarin lied, looking to the side in slight embarrassment. "You?"

"No..." Zar also replied as he looked away. For a few seconds the two stood there with Eldarin still embedded deep inside, but eventually pleasure won out and the dragons began to rut once more in earnest. When it was clear that his draconic thrusts were not going to hurt the creature beneath him the bigger dragon began to grow bolder, thrusting harder and faster as their scaled thighs met with each time he buried himself into the root. Zar grunted and groaned as Eldarin filled him so thoroughly, his body shaking as he climaxed just from being taken.

It didn't take long for the former elf to do the same, filling Zar's hole with his new draconic seed as they both collapsed to the stone floor. It had been hard to believe that just a few days ago the elf was healing the same dragon in that very spot, the formerly evil creature snapping and threatening him every time he did something. It appeared that his healing arts were well worth it after all as he not only got an interesting dragon body, but also a lover that seemed to renounce his evil ways. Whether or not it will stay that way remains to be seen, but Eldarin had gotten this far on the notion of doing good to others and he wasn't about to stop now as he pulled his cock out of the other dragon's hole as it began to soften.

After the two had recovered enough that they could stand on their feet again Eldarin looked up at the opening to the crevice, seeing that it had begun to grow dark once again. "So now what do we do," the silver dragon asked. "Try to squeeze through that chasm to get back onto the mountain path?"

"Nah," Zar said with a wink. "My den is actually further up the river, even swimming against the tide we should be there in less than an hour."

"Your... den..." Eldarin said as he watched the black dragon head towards the water. "You mean to tell me that your den was just upriver the entire time and you didn't tell me?"

"Well before I was too injured to get up there myself," Zar said with a chuckle as he waded in. "And after I knew that even if you rode me, I couldn't get you there as an elf. Don't you know that black dragons love being near watery areas? Silver dragons, too, just make sure you hold onto this while you swim."

Zar flicked something in the air that Eldarin caught, looking down to see a glowing stone in his webbed hand. When he looked back up he saw the head of the other dragon swimming into the darkness and Eldarin grinned as he held his purification stone before going in after him. While he was still intending on going to the battlefield he could make there far easier now with wings. Plus he wanted to see what he hoped would be his new home as he dived into the swirling waters...