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Daniel stared down his opponent, panting hotly. His chest heaved, his head ached, and his body complained, but they still weren't done fighting yet. A tall, muscled golden dragon stood a few feet away from him, holding on to a large two-handed sword. The scaled beast stood over a foot taller than him, with large, curved horns acting as eyebrows over evil, red eyes. The man wore heavy, plated armor, but moved like it wasn't there at all, attacking with an ease and grace that shouldn't have been possible.

Dan stepped through soft grass, blood dripping from his top left arm, onto the lower, where it ran down his arm, gathering on his hand. The forest they were in was quite pretty- it was a shame that they were fighting instead of enjoying the place. Massive trees rose up hundreds of feet, the sun cutting through the canopy overhead, leaving streaks of light illuminating patches of the forest floor, where plants, leaves, and the occasional animal covered the earth. A stream trickled nearby, providing a backdrop of sound for their encounter, past their huffs and pants. They'd scared off most of the wildlife, most creatures understanding that neither of these males were worth getting close to. Dan clenched his lower left fist, angry expression focusing in on the dragon, probing at his head once again. This fight wouldn't be nearly as hard if Dan could just get ahold of the man's mind, but the dragon was adept at his mental control, blocking the mewtwo out and still being able to concentrate on the fight.

The dragon advanced, his large golden feet tearing furrows in the ground with their sharp talons. Dan waited until he was close to use his telekinesis, pushing hard at the other with one outstretched hand. His head throbbed in pain as the dragon flew back, only to land smoothly. It was like the dragon had studied on him, learning what made Dan strong, before challenging him.

The dragon was barely touched compared to him, golden scales and plate shining when they passed through the sun beams. Dan's arm wavered as the man advanced again, grip tightening on that heavy sword, lips twisted in a sharp grin. If it weren't for the fight, Dan probably would've found him handsome, with those sharp, angular features, scales polished to a shine, natural spikes forming from the dragon's lower jaw to stick up past his upper lip, one for each side. Spikes ran down the dragon's arms, and over his long tail, looking as if they continued up and under the armor.

The mewtwo wasn't sure how much fight he had left in him, since letting the dragon get close was certain death, and his mental attacks barely worked. Dan tried sending focused jabs of force at the dragon, typically strong enough to punch through leather and chainmail. Two hit the dragon's breastplate, denting it and making him pause, and he dodged the one aimed at his face, the barely-perceivable bolt passing by and cracking into a tree.

Dan backed up slowly, but soon enough, that massive sword was swinging at him. He dodged to the side, and then ducked, spinning, as it passed by overhead. Dan narrowly avoided a jab with the hilt, and he tucked his tail in, planted one foot on the ground, and twisted his body, lashing out with his strong, muscled tail. The tail's tip, covered in natural body armor, and thickened to act as a weight, slammed into the larger dragon's chest, knocking him to the ground, driving the wind out of his lungs. Dan backed up while the dragon recovered, and turned tail!

This was his chance now to get away, and hopefully figure out what was going on. He sprinted forward, dashing down near the stream's bank, hoping to take a turn and lose the dragon amidst the trees. He took a quick look back, and saw the dragon standing, sword plunged into the dirt below, something in his hand.

He turned to watch his foot, splashing through the stream, water up to his shins. He crossed the bank, and was heading for the trees, when he looked to see if the dragon was in pursuit. He could see the guy standing still, watching Dan run, and that was when the mewtwo spotted a rock flying through the air. It smashed into his head, and the plating saved him from the worst of it, but he still went down hard, blacking out.

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By the time he awoke again, surely just a few minutes later, the mewtwo was stripped of clothing and armor, weapons gone. His four arms were tied behind his back, his ankles brought up to his chest and secured. He felt the ropes move and squeeze tight around his hands, the dragon above him grunting.

"Why are you doing this?" the mewtwo asked.

"You were a threat. I know you, and what you do." He gave a chuckle, his deep voice rumbling. "One of the disadvantages of being an adventurer is everyone knows who you are."

Dan took a moment to think as he was lifted up, hung over the dragon's shoulder like a burlap sack, the dragon's shoulder pauldron digging into his belly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Ky," was the answer he got, and despite repeated questions, the mewtwo didn't get any more information out of him. After his initial questions didn't get a response, he moved on to barbed words, threats, and insults, trying to get a rise out of this mysterious man. It was like the dragon had an iron will though; nothing would distract him from his task. They walked for hours until they were out of the forest, and Ky slung him on the back of an imposing, large horse for a long trip.

It was a week later that they reached an old church, clearly repurposed for a military force, with wooden and metal fortifications, guard towers, and more. The dragon wasn't immortal though. They stopped a few times a day for rest and food, where Dan tried his hardest to get Ky to open up, to no avail. Dan watched as he was taken off of the horse, brought once more over that shoulder. Maybe now he could actually get some answers.

"Clearly you aren't killing me. Did you bring me here to imprison me?"

It seemed like the dragon wouldn't respond, as he carried the mewtwo upstairs, leading to the regal building. He nodded and saluted at a few soldiers, who jumped to attention at the sight of him. His answer did come, a minute later. "No. I'm going to make an example out of you, for anyone who gets even close to my lands, who poses even the slightest threat to me." With a big huff, the dragon cleared the last step, and walked inside the church. Inside were soldiers, their barracks, weapons, and more, but the dragon walked past all of them.

They went down, into a repurposed basement, where Dan was tossed into a cell, mind still trying to process that statement. Did that mean a public execution? He called out as he was left alone, but the dragon didn't respond.

It was another day later when Dan was retrieved by men wearing red and white robes, the fabric very... Oddly tailored. It was as if they were designed to cover and warm, while still being as lewd as possible- flaps covered the rear that could easily be brushed aside, with no underwear to speak of, loincloths hanging over bulging nuts and sheathes, that could be tucked away at a moment's notice.

He was washed and prepared, struggling against their firm, groping hands as he was carried out by several cultists, stripped, to the church above. His legs were secured to his chest, and arms bound behind his back. He was met by cheers and yells from what he had thought were soldiers, but seemed to be closer to cultists, now that he saw them all in their 'formal' attire. He was brought towards the back of the church where a simple stone throne at been placed, with Ky sitting atop it.

The dragon looked very different from before, armor gone, so every inch of his muscled body was on display, draped with gold and gems. He had a cocky, arrogant smirk on his face, and a fat, swollen pair of balls beneath a mighty slit that couldn't fully contain his maleness, red, blunt tip pressing out from his scaled vent.

Dan passed by a few people, all bound like he was, set up on the first row before the arrogant dragon, all wearing clothes marked with colors that related to certain kingdoms or factions location nearby Ky's. The mewtwo's stomach dropped at that- it was time for the public demonstration of whatever Ky was doing. There were no weapons and no hangman's galley, so he figured he at least wouldn't be dying. Was this just a public fucking?

Once he was close enough, the mewtwo was pushed forward, and stumbled, falling onto the big dragon's lap. Smooth, strong hands lifted him up, and turned him around to face the entire group of people, likely a couple hundred, all while completely naked. He blushed in embarrassment, and was at least glad that the gathered emissaries and liaisons to the other countries seemed just as awkward as he felt.

Dan was so focused on the crown that he barely noticed as Ky's broad length grew between his dark thighs, lazily inching up, ridge after ridge of girthy man-mean sliding out, until it wetly flopped onto Dan's thigh, finally making him look down. His embarrassment only grew when he saw the size of that monster, over a foot long and several inches thick, stacked with ridges and a wide, tough base.

He could feel its heat, seeping into him, the golden dragon's body far hotter than that of your normal person's. Claws gripped at his thighs, as Ky leaned in, sharp teeth nibbling at a horn-like ear, the dragon's voice booming out a moment later. "Watch; as this is what will happen to your rulers, should they not agree to my terms."

The dragon cast a spell and an odd flush of magic ran up Dan's body, making him gasp. Little shocks and sparks felt like they were dancing under his skin, Ky's body feeling unnaturally hot. He was lifted up, and the tip of Ky's burning rod pushed between the mewtwo's cheeks. With one hand pressed to his hip, Dan's ass was guided into place, the man able to feel the length pulsing against his body, slick pre shooting with enough force to wash against his rear, several lines drooling out over his ass.

The cock popped in, surprisingly easy, spreading him open without a bit of pain. The mewtwo drew in a ragged breath as the spear of heat sunk deeper and deeper, his eyes bulging out as he saw it pressing against the front of his belly, distending him for all to see. It pulsed inside him, and he felt the dragon's slick, hot pre rushing into his gut, leaking and creeping into every nook and granny with spurt after spurt. The dragon hilted in him, that large length leaving a nice bump, extra pre sliding out of his rear and down over Ky's balls.

He groaned as the dragon lifted him up, then vigorously forced him back down, starting into a slow, methodical rhythm that showed he wasn't in any kind of rush for this to be over. Dan's own length came out, naturally, as it did when one's rear was being assaulted by a pole of cockflesh thicker than one's wrist. He shuddered at the feeling of it moving through him, his insides growing more sensitive with each descent. He could feel it more clearly, and the pleasure it brought him was heightened, until he could feel no difference between that ridged length rubbing against his walls and his prostate.

Up and down, Dan's body was dragged over Ky's length, though after a minute, he noticed that it seemed like the cock was growing in him, spreading him even wider, reaching deeper into him. He felt like it was nearing his chest... His breath began to quicken, turning ragged as that cock took up more space within him, the mewtwo feeling Ky's hot, heavy pants raining down upon his head.

He squirmed as he was forced into a straight, rigid pose by the cock, feeling it push further, teasing near the end of his throat. Ky slammed him down, and he felt the cock gush, a hot spurt of musky and salty pre splashing into his mouth and out, nose burning as it dripped from there, too. Panic built over the next few pumps, until Dan's throat was filled out, his head forced back, where he saw the dragon towering over him, like a scaled, golden statue for masculinity. So Ky wasn't growing... He was just shrinking? How? Why? These thoughts briefly ran through his head as Ky gripped him with just one hand, no longer needing two to handle his new toy. Dan gurgled, air running through his insides as draconic claws squeezed through his body, clenching at that length within, pre splurting up, through his lips, to coat his face and tube-like chest.

He could tell that his flesh no longer felt the same, with how the dragon squeezed through him, feeling instead like an inch of soft rubber, that strange and flexible material from the south, giving and stretching easily to the dragon's whim. His arms were all but gone, now, his legs and tail curling around his new bottom, a thick bulge shaped after his ass, with clear curves, and a large ridge at the top, modeled after his tail.

His member ached, but it was overwhelmed by the full-body experience of that that length which spread him, filled him, its heat fully submersed in Dan's body. His cock caught to his front, turning into a small little textured bump. Still there, and though quite unusable, it did elicit a wave of pleasure up his body whenever Ky's pinky rubbed over it.

He could see Ky leering down at him, watching the changed his body, mouth slightly open, showing off pointy, pearly teeth and a wet, red tongue. The dragon squeezed tight around the fleshlight's lower half, the copious, wet pre going a great job of keeping it all slick. Ky brought him up, Dan feeling ridges pop out of his stretched hole, and shoved him down, filling him with hot flesh once again. Ky's cocktip pressed lewdly into his mouth, filling out his lips and forcing them into a more proper shape for a fleshlight, stretching into a wide circle. He saw them spread out, Ky's red tip pushing them up, bulging them out, but not getting through all the way. Dan just barely got a close-up view as Ky's member throbbed, thick cumslit on the top parting to let out a shimmering jet of pre into the air.

Beneath him, where he couldn't quite see, Dan's new entrance was changing, shifting. It grew snug and taut around that shaft, reshaping into a facsimile of feminine lips, a plastic recreation of a woman's wet and waiting hole. Dan felt his tongue fade away, and with it, the taste of potent, virile dragon male turned into nothing, simply the feeling of being stretched. His nose met the same fate. One moment, coated in Ky's pre, picking up on rich, spicy, earthy tones of musk, before fading away.

Ky pumped him again, and this time, the dragon's glorious cocktip popped out of his new end, Daniel feeling his former jaw stretch and slide over the dragon's cock head. Dan was able to see the tip pulsing before him, shaft snugly squeezed by the fleshlight's tight grip. Dan could feel his inner walls clenching tight at that length, their suction and his slick pre making a lewd squelching sound, as he was pulled up and up, Ky going even slower than before.

A ridge popped out, pre running down his form. He felt Ky's cockhead in his middle, and his inner tube's texture started to change. It began to grow bumps, and after another ridge popped out, another section of him changed to have ridges, while another had small tendrils, all clearly texture to pleasure the cock in him.

Finally, the only part of the dragon's cock still held within him was the bloated tip, which was slowly filling his length with a pool of pre. He could feel it, backed up within him, rising bit by bit as the draconic length kept on retreating. It popped out a moment later, and the fluids gushed out of him, splattering wetly onto the dragon's scales and balls. Dan was held up, now, a few inches under Ky's chin, as the dragon showed him off to his followers and forced spectators.

He felt the dragon bend him over in half, his new, squishy, stretchy form easily complying, leftover pre flowing up and out of his 'mouth', as Dan's end was bent towards his entrance, the toy getting a good view of his new slit and plump base, as well as his melded cock, looking just like the real thing, if smaller.

The sensation of being empty shook the toy, figuratively. He couldn't move himself at all, for he had no muscle. Ky must have wanted his sight to remain, because he could still see. The dragon began to speak, talking about how he'd personally break in any new toy if needed, before he'd... And it started to fade, the world going deafeningly silent as the dragon unfolded him, clutching around his bottom, where claws dug into his sensitive slit and spread him open.

A cool breeze and up his middle, and Dan mentally shivered. It was freezing! Without Ky's cock in him, warming him, and without blood of his own, he quickly started to cool off, dropping temperature by the moment. He flopped and waved in front of Ky's chest, as the dragon showed off his insides and slit to their watchers, unable to do anything but wait.

After a minute, he felt frantic, wondering if Ky was going to put that cock back in him. Would he be left on a shelf forever, after this? Would Ky use him, or would he get passed out to get used by the soldiers? It was humiliating... But he knew there was no way out of it. What could he do? Dan was just a tool, now, a sentient one that felt as if he were a cunt getting fucked when a dick was in him, but he couldn't fight back, or cry out, or protest in any manner. There was no preserving his dignity at this point.

He just wanted something inside him again. It was odd, moving around, seeing with no sound, as Ky flipped him base-down, so that Dan was looking at the dragon's chin again. The dragon seemed to be doing a speech, or a rant, since he was still going. The fleshlight's plump, vaginal-looking lips pressed to that hot cocktip again, the soft material yielding easily to such a rock-hard length.

Ky's claws held him firm the outside, applying just a bit of pressure s his insides rubbed against each other, teasing him with sensation but leaving him unsatisfied. Ky slammed him down fast, making him go from completely empty, to having that thick shaft speared through him, tip pushing out up front. Clear pre ran over his eyes, washing over them as the dragon stood up, pointing him out, so he could see everyone watching.

The cultists were cheering wildly; some boning, sucking, and pleasuring the others, while others just watched. The bound few at the front had a few different expressions between them, some disgusted, others shamefully aroused, and others mixed between them. Ky's second hand squeezed around him, Dan bouncing up and down a bit as the dragon shifted stance. With Dan stuck there by two strong hands. He felt the shaft pull back out of him, top hole dimpling in for a moment as the tip slid in.

Ky was fucking him in front of them all, each and every one watching as Dan's new form was used like the fleshlight he was, his thin, soft form spreading tight around that cock with each thrust, that broad head leaving his embrace to throb so powerfully, right where he could see it. His eyes would've rolled back in his head at the sensation of getting fucked like this, if he still had any, with his inner bumps and ridges picking up every last vein and roll of that cock, so pleasantly spread each time he thrust in. As Ky slammed in to the hilt, pre pouring out from his hole, Dan felt the cock surge, spreading him wider than every

Orgasm racked his helpless new form as ropes and ropes of white cum sprayed out from the dragon's length, coating the stone floor below, wisps of steam rising from each hot shot. The dragon pulled back some, letting the thick jizz fill his form, until long, thick drops rained from what used to be his mouth, joining the puddle below. The dragon gave him a few pumps more to really spread it through him, before pulling off, letting the new toy get covered in hot dragon cum, surely stained with the scent of that draconic musk, even if he couldn't smell it himself.

Dan was set down on the warm stone throne, and left, his for bending over slightly, bobbing forward, his sight rising and falling, seeing Ky approach the cultists and the emissaries, apparently some further conversation going on between them. Dan didn't care. He just felt like there was a void in him, and as the cum on his grew thicker and colder, icy winds blowing around his hollow body, he found himself wishing for someone else to put him to use.