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Unwittingly Summoned, Part 6

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

After a dose of healing water magic from his dragon owner, Nievuhn almost felt normal. Almost. The bruises and more that he had taken from the last few days, as well as the last few hours, might have been gone, but the exhaustion was still there. Lessened, but there. He groaned as he leaned his head back against the tree trunk behind him, looking up at the two-legged dragon before him.

"Are you ready to listen? For real and for true, this time?"

The weasel sighed, nodding.

"You don't sound happy about it."

"You took my life from me. I'm not going to be happy about that."

"I took something pathetic and made it into something great. You can't blame me for improving what I find."

"..."

"You really aren't happy with me, are you?"

"No."

Except...well, it wasn't entirely the truth. He was angry, but he wasn't sure what he was angry about. Everything had been turned upside-down and inside-out ever since he had encountered the dragon the first time. He had lost his old body, gained a new one, had that taken from him, and had his free will all but smashed to pieces by the dragon before him. There was nothing of his old life left, nothing that meant anything to him, and he was expected to be happy about that. Somehow.

It wasn't something that anyone could be happy about, though, and yet the dragon didn't seem to get that. He shook his head, rubbing his face.

"You said..." He groaned. "You said I had choices. What are they?"

"Frankly, you have three," Teryx said. "The first one is the way that things have been going. You keep fighting me, I keep making you do things, and you end up hating me while in a different body than this one."

"Pass."

"Glad that we agree that that particular idea is a stupid one." The two-legged dragon nodded, kneeling down at his side. "Option two. You stay in this form, and you leave. You never come back to this city, you go and make a life for yourself somewhere else, and you never, ever come back here. You let me run this place as my own champion, doing what I want to the city, and you have your 'freedom' again."

"..."

"Heh, not as tempting as you thought it would be?"

The way that the dragon smirked at him was all the more demeaning in its own way, but he had to admit that it was less of a good deal than he had thought it would be. He had thought that any option that allowed him to get the hell away from his 'owner' would be the one that he'd take, but...

Nievuhn looked down at his hands. Compared to the clawed, scaly hands that he'd had up to a few minutes ago, they were weak things. They could not channel the magic that the other body could, couldn't withstand the dangers of the world the way that the other body had. There were werewolves out there, monsters that were capable of ripping the average man to shreds, and he had taken out an entire pack on his own.

That was not a small feat, either. There were legendary adventurers that wouldn't have been able to do the same thing. He had done it on his own.

On.

His.

Own.

He shook his head, pulling his hands back to his middle, hugging himself as he shook his head.

"And...the third option?"

"You go back to being my Champion. You represent me in the city. And I will be around, as 'you.' Just like I was in the city."

"...And just like you were at the river?" the weasel guessed.

There was no immediate answer, and he realized that he'd guessed right. The dragon had been there, had been the one down at the river, and had been the one getting fucked. For all that the water dragon had that dragon pride, he was still interested in getting stuffed.

Was it the weasel body that made him want that? Was it natural submission to something that was a dragon on the outside when Teryx took the form of something else?

Nievuhn wasn't sure that he cared. Now that he knew that it was possible, that this was the case, he wanted to try it again. He wanted to put Teryx in his place, to show the water dragon what it meant to be under someone else.

He wanted power again.

This body is weak...this body will never, ever be enough, no matter how hard I train it.

And the weak little body of the weasel was something that would never be enough to get respect. He could almost smell the magic that was coming off the dragon now, could taste it in the air. That power was something that no normal mortal would be able to channel, and he knew that Teryx had to have cheated to get Gashuk to fuck him. The orc never would have gone along with that normally, and that meant that the body wasn't even good for getting the attention of the man that he had been crushing on.

It wasn't enough to be himself. He needed to be more than himself.

"What do I do as your Champion?" he asked.

"Hmm, are you interested in the third option, then?"

"..."

"I'm not going to indulge the petulance for long, little weasel. Yes or no?"

"I'm...cautiously interested."

"That's better." Teryx nodded. "As my Champion, you'll be responsible for seeing to my wishes. You will carry them to the city, and you will make sure that they understand what they are supposed to be doing. From now on, I will be the dragon overlord of the city, but the dragon hunters will never be able to find me, because I'll be hidden with you.

"From there, we will improve the city. I will tell you how, and you will carry it out. The lives of the people will improve, substantially so, and the city itself will be protected from other dragons that would see it as a source of plunder and power."

A genuine risk, the weasel realized. Now that one dragon had poked his head out, others in the world might start doing the same thing. The city had enough problems with werewolves and other plagues running rampant. They didn't need dragons coming by, either extorting it or torching it. The red dragons were well-known for delivering fire upon the cities that they came upon, with or without the offer of tribute.

But if Teryx was seen to be there...

Think it through, think it through...

That was the hardest part. He wanted to take the offer for himself, not because of the benefits that it gave other people, but because he would feel strong again. He'd have that dragon muscle, that dragon power, that dragon...confidence, for lack of a better word. He'd have everything good that had come from the transformation, and...

Am I that...that...

Oh, he was that angry. He was furious with the old party. He was enraged at the idea of going back to his old life, being kicked around despite his talent. Nievuhn had been down at the bottom of the heap for far too long before this adventure, and the idea of going back there, of going back to being that person that was hired as a thing instead of a person by the adventuring parties, of going back to being nothing...

No. No, no, he wasn't going to let that happen.

But think it through. Think it through.

"How much will you control me?" he asked.

"Only when it is necessary to put in an appearance," Teryx said with a shrug. "Or, perhaps, for certain games of mine during the evening, when I desire pleasures."

"...And that will be..."

"Out of your day, I cannot imagine possessing you for longer than a few hours a day. The rest will be yours, provided that you follow orders," the blue dragon said with a broad-shouldered shrug. "I enjoy it, and so do you, don't lie. But there will be tasks that have to be accomplished, and that can't be done with me taking control of you all the time."

Then he would have more freedom with this particular role than he would have in the first option, too. That was a good thing to know.

The weasel took a long, shaky breath as he leaned his head back to look up at the sky. Once, he had thought that it was possible to become something great on his own merits. Once, he thought that the sky was the limit.

That had come crashing down with meeting Teryx. There was such a divide between the potential of a dragon and the potential of a mortal. He had seen it. He had felt the difference between his own magic and Teryx's, and there was no going back after that.

"I'll take the third option."

"That's what I was hoping for."

His curiosity as to why Teryx would be willing to settle for being a weasel doppelganger was pushed out of his head as the two-legged dragon stood up, offering his cock to the weasel. He hadn't noticed that it had grown stiff and hard during their conversation, nor was he expecting to have it thrust right in his face like that.

"Suck."

"What?"

"If you want to be like me again for more than a short time, then you will need some of my essence."

"...You mean you want me to blow you so I can become you. That's what you're saying."

"More or less."

"..." He sighed, slowly reaching up and gripping the base of the dragon's cock. "I guess there are worse prices to pay."

"Don't pretend that you're not looking forward to it. I might not be a greenskin, as you so prefer, but I am more than man enough for your tastes."

That was the embarrassing part. The dragon really was a hot piece of meat, standing tall, muscular, and proud. His cock was big enough to really make him want to feel it down his throat, and he could feel his pucker clenching under his tail at the idea of something like that pounding him properly. For all that he had crushed on Gashuk when he was still part of the party, he felt a greater lust for this dick than he had for the orc.

He dragged his tongue along the underside, getting used to the taste again. He had played with the feral's cock more than once - been made to play with it, he supposed, more accurately - but this was different. The scent and taste weren't quite as strong in this two-legged form, and it wasn't as mentally overwhelming, either.

That wasn't to say that there was no musk, no heady scent around the shaft, but it wasn't the brain-burning smell that he had become used to expecting from dragons. He groaned as he tasted the little bit of saltiness towards the tip, starting to flick his tongue around the opening there before he leaned in a bit closer. Another breath, another taste of the scent around it, and then he pulled the tip into his mouth.

Teryx, to his credit, didn't immediately try and jam his cock down the weasel's throat. Nievuhn half-expected that there might be something like that, but there wasn't. Instead, there was...something else. Something that came from the back of his mind, something that tickled as he started bobbing his head forward and back. It was familiar, but he couldn't place what it was until -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He was moaning through his own mouth, even as he felt Teryx moaning above him. They were perfectly in sync, and he groaned as he realized what was happening.

_Are you seriously using me to suck yourself right now?

...Maybe.

I thought I needed to do this.

Fine, fine. I'll take a back seat..._

He rolled his eyes as he got back to blowing the dragon, even as he could feel the mind of the dragon in the back of his head. Teryx was taking the time to experience both the taste of the cock in his mouth and the feeling of being blown, the sensation of being the top and being the bottom all at once.

And surprisingly, it meant that Nievuhn got some of the pleasure, too. His cock throbbed slowly, feeling the ghost of his own blowjob going to himself. The link that the weasel and the dragon had from him using the magic connected to Teryx's essence meant that they were connected in ways that most people would never fully understand. They were forced to be together, forced to understand each other, and feel for each other, to an intense degree.

And for the first time, he felt okay with that.

Bobbing his head up and down, forward and back, he tasted pre-cum flowing from the tip of the shaft. He flicked his tongue just under the head, and he felt the same sensation running along the tip of his own cock. He moaned under his breath, slowly bringing his head further and further down, letting the tip of Teryx's cock rub against the roof of his mouth, then down along the back of his throat -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Nievuhn groaned again and again, occasionally gagging from the sheer length and thickness of the dragon's cock in his mouth and throat, but he never let up. He bobbed down, then up, then down, then up, feeling the ghost of a mouth around his own shaft, feeling Teryx shivering in his mouth and in the back of his head from the pleasure that they were both sharing.

It was far from equal, of course. The dragon still had the power, still kept him pinned, still held him down so that he would do the sucking. There was a hand on the back of his head, now, making him go faster, forcing him to take that tip deeper than he would normally do on his own, but it was still shared between them. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, suck, swallow.

Finally, he had a shove that took him all the way to the base. His mouth popped open further than usual, and he gagged as the tip went deep. He coughed, sputtered, but Teryx pushed forward, taking control for a moment.

Slap, slap, slap. His body moved without his control for a moment or three, slamming him into that cock, taking it deep. He could feel the water dragon abusing his body to a degree that Nievuhn never would have dared, feeling the clenching in his throat speeding up, feeling the gags running down his neck towards his stomach. He seized up, going stiff and still, the pleasure in his dick warring with the urge to pull back.

And then, they went over the edge together.

The dragon came down his throat, and Nievuhn moaned as he felt the heat running right into his guts. His throat was still spasming, his body still shaking, but he was slowly coming down from the sheer shock of being used like that.

More than that, he could feel his own cock spasming, twitching, pulsing between his legs. Teryx's orgasm had kickstarted his own, the pair of them reflecting each other's pleasure. It kept growing, getting stronger, fiercer as they kept cumming, not as a series of rolling orgasms, but as the same one being extended further and further. He panted, shivered, shook, almost rattling out of his own fur and flesh as his orgasm kept on going.

What felt like minutes later, the two of them parted, and Teryx disappeared back into his own head. Nievuhn collapsed back against the tree, gasping for breath, rubbing his throat from the hard use that it had been put to.

"Mmm, that was good..."

Teryx's voice came from his lips for a moment, then stopped before the end of the sentence, the double-voice no longer a thing. He coughed, rubbing his neck again before shaking his head.

"For you, maybe."

"Well, that's all that mattered."

"You could have wrecked my voice."

"The transformation would have fixed it."

"What the hell was that about, anyway?" Nievuhn asked. "Never seen someone so interested in sucking their own cock before."

The water dragon didn't answer. If anything, he looked almost a little embarrassed with how eager he had been for that, turning his head and looking anywhere but at the weasel. Nievuhn shook his head. Now that he was done getting face-fucked, he felt like he had the energy to drag himself upright, and he did just that, pushing himself up along the tree trunk.

"What now?" he asked.

"Well, now, you'll change."

"Into what you are right now, right?"

"Yes, exactly like this."

"Can't wait."

"Good thing you don't have to."

"Wha - mmmph!"

The transformation hit him hard, the scales starting to grow along the bottom of his muzzle already, pulling along the lips and then over the top of his muzzle. They changed the brown fur to blue scales almost immediately, and he could feel his teeth starting to grow, becoming sharper, longer, more like proper fangs than the little nibblers that he had in his mouth right then.

He could feel the magic being drawn from the dragon seed in his guts, and he realized that the transformation really was being powered by Teryx's 'essence,' as the other dragon had called it. Perverted? Yes, a bit, but not nearly as much as he had actually expected it to be. It was truly magical.

As he was shifted, his body warping and growing again, he could feel the strength from before coming back. The stamina, the muscles, the raw power that came from being a dragon was all returning to him, and he couldn't help but weep tears of happiness. They streamed from his eyes, running over fur as it turned to scales, covering his cheeks as he changed.

"You really wanted this, didn't you?" Teryx asked.

"You have no idea."

"...I might, actually...I might."

There was no answer or explanation for that, and in all fairness, in that moment, Nievuhn didn't need one. All he needed was the new body, and that was what he was getting.

Soft growls turned into louder ones as the scales ran down his front and along his back, his neck stretching slightly and his scales starting to harden further. His fangs were properly grown in, and his tongue lengthened inside his new snout. A few little bumps and horn-like things started to pop along his spine, running out along his back, and he could feel the extra muscles running beneath it. Thick cords of power that were just waiting to carry him around, to throw him through the air, to fling him at anyone that would look down at him. He was powerful. No, he was power incarnate.

The transformation ran down his arms, his biceps curling up with greater size and bulk, making huge bulges along his upper arms that swelled, then moderated to be more proportional to the rest of his body. His shoulders felt like they were stretching, expanding, sliding out along his torso to be broader, more...more manly, he supposed.

As the scales ran down his chest, a light blue against his middle and a dark blue around the borders, Teryx began to change as well. The two-legged dragon began to take on the same furred look that Nievuhn had possessed for most of his life, taking on his appearance and looking exactly like him.

Small.

Weak.

Pathetic.

It was almost like looking into a mirror and seeing the embodiment of all the self-hate that he'd felt all his life. He couldn't look away, and the more that he stared, the more that he wanted to do something, to...to rip and tear, or something very akin to that, just to feel better about what he had gone through.

He wanted to teach Teryx a lesson. He wanted to show the dragon what it felt like to be weak, when someone else was strong.

He wanted...

He wanted to rut that little bitch right into the ground. Whether it was some buried instinct of Teryx's, whether it was a dragon's natural urges, or whether it was his own biases and damage that demanded it, the urge was almost overwhelming. The only reason that it wasn't was because of the transformation still ripping through him, changing him and making him into a dragon, too.

Growling deep in his throat, he took a step from the tree, feeling his legs stretching, his tail shedding as the scales spread down both. The latter started thickening with muscles, going slightly more rigid, while his toes popped and cracked as his claws grew in proper. He was lifted up a little, made taller by longer legs and a longer spine, and he marched forward with all the power of a proper dragon.

As his claws ripped holes out of the earth, the once-weasel saw himself take Teryx's place. The doppelganger was back, and he could see every little weak feature, everything that was fuckable, everything that was...

That demanded dominance...

Another deep growl as the transformation hit his crotch, pulling at his cock and making it grow. Even as Teryx shrank, he surged, and it didn't take long before he was sporting a massive rod that was well-suited for rutting, for fucking, for training and breaking others. He gripped it at the base, feeling a near-feral urge to rut and shatter.

"Mine..."

"I think you mean that you are mine, Champion," Teryx said through the weasel's mouth.

"No."

"No?"

"Tonight...right now...you are mine...bitch."

Nievuhn grabbed the weasel by the arm, and in that moment, he realized how easy this was going to be. Teryx had been touched by the back and forth in their connection, too, and for all the dragon's pride, there was that tiny point of curiosity about being on the bottom that had been fanned to flames.

He wanted this.

He needed this, too.

He slammed the weasel up against the tree trunk, holding him there as he shoved that furry tail up in the air. Teryx grunted in the smaller body, obviously shocked at the sudden change in positions, but Nievuhn was already lining up for that first thrust. His cock throbbed, his balls pulsing, trembling, churning with fresh seed as the urges took him. He was going to break that pretty little pucker. He was going to mark it, leave it gaping.

Seized by stronger urges than he had will to resist, the newly-dragonized Nievuhn slammed forward. The tip of his cock hit that pucker and slid off it, sliding up into the furred tail. Groaning in frustration, he lowered his hips, tried again, slid again. He gritted his teeth, panting, huffing, puffing, steam coming from his nose.

"Wait, it's not loose enough. You can't just -"

"Stop. Talking."

The body was weak. It would be taught. He would teach his old self a lesson. He would make it learn how to take cock, and how to serve, and how to be useful because it would never be strong enough to do anything else.

Gripping his cock tightly, he held it against that little pucker, pressing forward ever so slowly. The pressure of his hips against that hole forced the latter to give, to bend, to slowly sink in. He could feel that tight little thing slowly breaking in, breaking down, bending inwards until -

POP!

Weasel-Teryx gasped, arching his back as his claws sunk into the tree trunk, while dragon-Nievuhn held tight to the base of his cock with one hand and the weasel's hips with the other. He could feel that tightness, that clenching, that utterly wonderful milking feeling around the head of his cock as that tight hole tried and failed to adjust to the feeling of being so full right then and there.

He worked his hips forward, making the little slut-body take it, forcing that hole to open up even further. Every inch of cock that he managed to feed into it had the spasms going double-time, the body trying to slow him down, even as he felt Teryx in the back of his head letting out the moans that his shocked, furred body didn't have the air to make.

Slow, steady, but far from gentle, he forced his cock further. The only lube that they had, the only lube that they needed, was the pre-cum that he was letting loose. Little more, little more, each little squirt of that slippery goo feeding that hole and making it a little easier to fuck. There was nothing but panting from the weasel's lips, nothing but meager gasps for air that was never going to be enough.

Then, he pulled back. That tight pucker hugged his cock, trying to keep him from pulling out, friction forcing that hole to go pink. It clung to his cock, getting pulled back a little ways as he started dragging himself backwards, only to suddenly go in again when he slammed forward once more.

"Ah...ah!"

Teryx gasped through a new muzzle, and Nievuhn leaned down, growling in the little fuck-slut's ear.

"I'm going to...rut you...right into the ground..."

There was no response, no words. There wouldn't be. He was too far gone, and Teryx probably didn't have the air to speak. He gripped the hips of his former body tightly, shifted his footing, and then -

"NNNNGH!"

When he rammed himself back in, this time up to the balls, the weasel did make a sound. A loud, groaning, whimpering sound of being filled beyond capacity. Except that it wasn't. He had done this before, done it at the river when he first found the doppelganger. It could take it. It could take everything that this body had to offer.

He picked up speed after that, starting to slam in and out, in and out, each rough smack of his hips against that furred rump making it tremble beneath him. The feeling of Teryx in the back of his mind was no longer this towering dragon of power, but rather this eager little slut that had everything to gain by just surrendering to the pleasure and letting it take over.

In, out, in, out, each thrust taking them both closer to the edge. He could feel the pleasure of getting his prostate pounded, could feel the sensation of his cock getting hugged by that tight hole at the same time. The pleasure, the sensations, the stimulation of being fucked and doing the fucking kept rebounding between dragon and weasel, making it hard to tell who was who at times.

But Nievuhn was the dragon, and he kept hold of that, kept hold of that feeling of power and intense strength. He kept reminding himself of where he stood and how he would never be the weakest again.

Forward, back, forward, back, each thrust slamming up to the hilt, grinding his scales against that furred rump, against that pucker. It spasmed, clenched, squeezed against the whole of his cock, reminding him of how much he had grown, of how much better he had become. He growled again, curling his claws.

"Ah...ah..."

There was a bit of discomfort from the smaller body, but nothing that made him want to stop. Just a reminder that he had taken further control, his claws gripping tight, keeping the smaller body from pulling away.

"Mine," he growled, as only a dragon could.

In, out, in, out, each thrust drawing another moan from the little fur-slut under him, reminding him of how it felt to be strong. It fed his ego, fed his libido, and he wanted more. He needed more.

In, out, in, out, angling his thrusts to hit the weasel's prostate. Teryx was no longer making comprehensible words in their shared headspace, only gasping and moaning, and soon, the weasel was cumming, and cumming hard.

"NNNNGH!"

Nievuhn didn't bother slowing down, nor did he let the spasms take him over the edge. Even as Teryx slumped against the tree, even as the weasel tried to fall to the ground, he followed the little slut down. He kept humping away, his hips meeting that rump, his cock filling that hole and milking that little pleasure bump for every shot of cum that he could.

Take it. Take it, bitch.

He was getting close, too, getting very close. He could feel his body trembling, his need rising. His balls felt like they were about to explode from how close he was, feeling so full, so heavy.

Take it!

Shoving the weasel's head into the dirt, he jackhammered as fast as his body could handle, thrusting faster, harder, fiercer than ever before. It felt like he was going wild, his mind gone, his body completely consumed by the urge to rut and dominate. Thrust, thrust, thrust, squelch, squelch, squelch from the pre-cum that was flooded in there. He moaned, gasping for breath as he felt it coming.

And then, it was time.

He went over the edge with a roar, hilting with that tight pucker, holding himself deep inside as he came. Squirt, squelch, squirt, squelch. Those warm walls clenched on him, trying to pull out more, and he gave it all that it could handle.

When it was finally done, he slowly pulled out, and as he did, quite the flood of seed followed after. Teryx shivered, both physically and mentally, and while Nievuhn wondered if he might have overdone it just a bit, it was only a small curiosity. He had enjoyed himself, and he had deserved the chance to take charge like that.

The dragon laid the weasel down on the ground, and then took his place behind the furred one. His cock was still hard, and he rested it between those well-fucked cheeks. He wasn't planning on fucking him again through the night, but it felt nice. He wrapped his arms around the other male, pulling him close.

"No running."

"Mmmph."

"Staying here this time."

He doubted that Teryx would run. They were due to go back to the city tomorrow, him as Champion, Teryx...well, probably as the Champion's personal summoner, or something along those lines. He had little doubt that the disguised dragon would want to stay close, to keep an eye on him and other things. And he knew that they'd probably shift positions from the one that they were currently in over the next few days.

But for now, he had proved his strength, and he felt better in this body. That was enough. For now, that was enough.

The End

Summary: Nievuhn takes the option to be something stronger, and then decides to teach Teryx a lesson for a change.

Tags: M/M, body control, dragon, weasel, body swap, blowjob, anal, cum, orgasm, creampie, hard-on, cock growth, muscle growth, transformation, series, fantasy, magic,