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An endless darkness was all Amier knew, the dull ringing still assaulting his ears, stars filling his blurred vision as his eyes fluttered open to greet the night sky. Traces of moonlight filtered through the thick canopy overhead–which seemed to be all but prevalent across the jungle continent of Moubaia. There was little he could remember. The ground had shook and opened up right under him, accompanied by a terrible gale which tore through the trees–and then before he knew it, he had been flung into the air to be sent careening into the depths of the jungle–the last thing he heard being the shouts of those who'd called his name.

Grimacing, he slowly rose to his feet and did his best to pat off the leaves and bits of dirt that clung to his cloak, as well as the twigs that had managed to get lodged in his pink hair. Thankfully, he seemed more sore than seriously hurt. His sword still remained sheathed at his hip, though he found his hand drifting to his almost subconsciously as he began his trek through the dark jungle expanse–his head whipping about at every sound he could hear through the underbrush. His short journey didn't continue much further before he ground to a halt–settling his wary gaze upon what looked to be an especially tribal-looking hut in the middle of an opening clearing, faint wisps of what looked to be teal-green embers drifting out from its open windows.

Camping out in the jungle alone wasn't something he'd consider ideal. With bated breath, he bravely walked toward it–raising his knuckles to the large door which served as its entrance–and knocked.

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Thaumatos rumbled softly in his sleep, body curled comfortably as he lay atop the bed of straw in the bedroom of his three-room hut. 'Hut' was a bit of a small word when it came to describing the structure in which he lived. A dragon of his size required adequate room, and thus, even a large human would find its rooms to be spacious. With support beams the size of tree trunks, the dragon shaman lived alone in blissful isolation.

...That was, until the knocking at his door had to ruin it all.

The mane of green flames at his neck blazed to life, writhing irritably–smoke blowing from his snout. Heaving his body from the floor, he stomped from his bedroom–kicking several strands of straw back inside it through the empty frame. He trudged through what he considered to be his workshop, finally pausing before the front door with a growl. Burning the unsuspecting solicitor would be ideal… but all things considered, the chaotic and unpredictable tribes of Moubaia would surely chase him off the island's shores were he ever to dare harm one of their own. It had already been enough of a hassle to attain his current state of unbothered existence.

Shaking his head and clenching his jaw, he did his best to maintain an expression of neutrality–lifting a giant clawed hand to gently push open the door–not exactly pleased by the sight which greeted him; a young man whose soft face was framed by unkempt pink-colored hair, clad in a purple tunic with a black poncho-like cloak draped atop his narrow shoulders.

Amier felt a jolt run through his body as he laid eyes on the figure which greeted him–a large, dragon-like creature which stood on two legs, a mane of green flames around its neck which flickered idly like a campfire, and scales dark like ash–wearing no clothing whatsoever. Its eyes beheld a tired glare, making it clear it had been sleeping prior to his arrival.

"I-I... erm…" He bit his lip, and did his best to maintain eye-contact despite his wariness. "Would you... happen to be the Ancient of this island...?"

"Is that–ahem," the dragon cleared his throat, producing a sound more akin to a boulder crashing into a house, "is that what they're calling me these days?" He narrowed his glimmering teal-green eyes, scowling. "I suppose it doesn't matter. If you're here at this well-hidden, secluded, very private abode of mine–that is miles away from all other traces of civilization–it's clear you're looking for something." The emphasis on those certain words made his feelings about this visitor clear.

"H-Huh?" The youth caught on, his eyes widening, before he shook his head. "A-Ah, I didn't mean to bother you, or anything–not like that… See, I was traveling with my adventuring group–we're searching for the Ancient of Moubaia, and I guess I got separated–the jungle's terrain isn't very stable. I woke up near your hut and..."

"I don't really care, human." The ashen-scaled dragon grumbled, raising a claw to scratch the side of his jaw. "Spare me your blather and get to the point. If I am the Ancient you speak of, then I assume you won't leave me alone until I give you what you want."

The boy sighed and lifted his bare right hand–turning it over to reveal the faint, but still-visible crescent-shaped mark on his skin.

The unassuming would believe it to be nothing more than a glorified tattoo or birthmark of sorts–well, maybe they weren't wrong–so to emphasize his point, Amier let loose a surge of the power it held. His fingers lengthened into claws cloaked in rose-colored wisps of energy, the crescent-shaped mark alighting alongside them as a stream of constellation-shaped glyphs drifted through the air around it. No sooner did the light from the marking dim, returning his hand to normal as the shapes faded.

"I want to find out how to control my power."

"Mhmm. Fine, come inside–and don't touch anything that looks like it might kill you–because it probably will." Retreating into his home, the dragon continued speaking, uncaring to see whether his guest followed. "Whatever this magic is, it seems to be deeply rooted to your soul if it is capable of affecting your physical body so cleanly. Does it affect your mental state at all? Has it ever spiraled out of control, or otherwise acted on its own? Do your emotions contribute to its instability? Does it wax and wane periodically, such as becoming stronger during the full moon?"

"W-Well..." Amier hesitated, turning to make sure the door had closed behind him, shuffling his feet. "It… doesn't exactly spiral out of control or anything like that… It just doesn't… work. Like it hasn't reached full strength." He dropped his head to stare at the accursed symbol. "It does get stronger during the full moon–that's when I try to harness it, but it's still so weak... at least compared to other Seal-bearers."

"No idea what a Seal-bearer is." Thaumatos grabbed a large wooden chair clearly meant for one his size and flopped down on it, sliding his tail through the hole at its back. Due to his anatomy, he had to spread his legs fairly far to be in a comfortable position, which left him in a somewhat compromising view, but he hardly cared. Resting his chin on his fist, he stared at the human with mild disinterest, uncaring of his awkward, shy demeanor. "When did it manifest?"

Amier gawked, his gaze hesitantly veering off. "You don't know what a Seal-bearer is…?" He exhaled, realizing the dragon clearly did not prefer him to stray off-topic. "Er, well, it manifested about two months ago… after a terrible disease struck my village… I don't know if the two are linked–I didn't even know what it was when it first appeared. The Ancient of Esbur, my island, helped me go through a ritual to awaken it's power... but it didn't work. Not fully, at least…"

"Mm, either it has been lying dormant inside you all your life, or something has recently given it to you. It's possible this disease, whatever it is, searches for compatible hosts, and those that are worthy are granted powers like yours. Your difficulty with channeling its power could be because it was too early for it to manifest." The dragon sat in thought for a moment. "...It lets you transform, right? Show me its limits. Transform yourself as far as you can."

Nodding, the pink-haired boy's eyes closed shut as he inhaled, clenched hand rising to his chest as the Seal at it's back alighted once more. Once again, his fingers stretched out into claws--the skin on his arm slowly overtaken by smooth, violet-colored scales, his other arm mirroring the changes. A pair of wings seemed to extend outward from his arms, leading to his shoulders, giving the illusion of a cloak--whilst a long, serpentine-esque tail slinked out from behind, both patterned with constellation-shaped designs. The deep brown color of his irises had alighted to a piercing, glimmering magenta as they opened to reveal slitted pupils--small fangs visible as his lips parted with a gasp, followed by a series of exerted panting as he dropped to a knee, face twisted into a grimace.

"I-I think… that's the furthest I've... ever gotten..."

"Mhm, not much of a powerful transformation if it leaves you that exhausted. It seems incomplete." With some effort, Thaumatos extracted himself from his chair, moving over to a large stone table embedded into the walls decorated with various runic symbols. Glancing back to the winded Amier, he spoke. "I have a ritual of my own I'd like to try. I cannot say whether or not it will work, but it shouldn't kill you."

"Um, okay… and it involves you doing what?"

"I'm going to simulate the presence of a full moon." He replied, gathering several esoteric ingredients in his claws, from the eye of a snake, to the ground-up powder of a lunar bud.

At the room's center, etched into the wood of the floor was a barely-noticeable pentacle–from where Thaumatos methodically spread the powder of the lunar-bud into a circle which aligned with the tracings of the pentacle. Placing down the remaining additives, he rose and strode out from the workshop–returning with a large burlap sack. Undoing it's thread, he reached inside to pull out a peculiar, red-and-black colored crystal inscribed with a mysterial symbol–that of a circle with a single, vertical line running straight through it. Though Amier had never seen it before, somehow he knew it represented a bond–a debt unpaid.

"I'm hardly powerful enough to cast this spell, so I'll be using these soul crystals to power the ritual instead. You'd best be thankful. I've had to put in some hard effort to get these." Crossing his arms, the dragon gestured forward with his snout. "Now, stand in the circle's center."

"O-Okay…" Desiring to maintain the transformation, Amier did his best to remain steady as he trudged to the room's center, carefully stepping over the dust, unable to withhold the nervous feeling that continued to build as the dragon moved around him. "That all, or...?"

"You can stop talking and let me work."

Crouching to a knee, Thaumatos placed a clawed hand flat onto the ritualistic circle–his other lifting to grab a glob of green flame from his mane, the fire shifting in his palm like a viscous liquid. Turning his hand over, he outstretched his fingers and allowed the flame to drop onto the circle–the pentacle seeming to almost devour the essence; the patterned etchings beginning to glow with an intense white light–resembling a pure moonlight.

Clutching one of the crystals within his claws, he tightened his grip–crushing the stone effortlessly in his hand, black and red energy dispersing from the broken fragments to flow into the pentacle–alighting with power as a miniature full-moon formed over the youth's head; a perfect simulacrum of the celestial body.

Entranced, Amier outstretched a claw toward it, feeling as though he could almost carry it in the palm of his hand. A mere glimpse, and he could feel the light pouring from his Seal intensify along with the constellation-shaped patterns trailing along his arms, wings, and tail. It was a very different experience from when they had first tried tapping into his power. He grunted, feeling like his tail had gained more weight, and that his claws had stretched further.

"Hm, only a mild reaction so far. Keep going. We'll see what your full transformation looks like," Thaumatos crushed another crystal, "even if I have to force it out of you."

The circle shimmered brighter, illuminating the interior of the hut so bright, it seemed more like sunlight as a second moon appeared–a perfect twin to the first.

"F-Full? I don't know if I–mmfgh?!"

Amier gagged, his words muffled as though he had a chunk of meat far too large to swallow lodged down his throat. One of his claws lifted to grasp at his mouth in confusion, before a thick, serpent-like tongue spilled forth, scales having reached his neck spreading up to his jaw and causing it to protrude forward in an off-putting half-muzzle.

The tail at his rear had already gained a fair bit more length, alongside a hooked, scythe-shaped end. He felt suffocated by his clothes as the twin moons continued to shine relentlessly upon him, boots feeling awfully tighter around his feet than they should've been. Dumbstruck, he held the tongue in his claws, feeling it writhe as he worriedly shot a glance to the observant shaman.

"Hm, that's surprising. I was expecting diminishing returns with the addition of another moon. Let's just hope you don't get big enough to destroy my roof." Snorting, Thaumatos reached into the bag, retrieving two more crystals. "You might want to disrobe, unless you'd prefer your friends to see you naked." A smirk grew across his rough face as he crushed them, two moons appearing for a total of four. "You know… this is proving to be quite entertaining."

"T-Two more?! W-Wait…!" The pink-haired boy whimpered, feeling the searing heat of a blush as the four moons bathed him--knowing full well he'd best do as the dragon said lest he face a truly traumatizing scenario.

As utterly mortifying as it was, he clawed his way out of his cloak and tunic, slid his feet from his boots, and kicked off his trousers–shivering at the cool air of the hut as he stood in nothing but his loincloth. With no barrier between his body and the intensified rays of the moonlight, the power all but surged through him–leaving him to observe as his larger, scale-covered feet lengthened into claws–toes joining to form three sharp claws mirroring the ones on his hands. The same, geometric, constellation patterns had appeared on his legs, trailing along his shins.

The scales had all but fully overtaken his face now, leaving not a patch of skin to be seen as it finished stretching outward into a maw. He could hear every inconsequential sound as large, pointy, bat-like ears erupted from the sides of his head, leaving him to lift his uncertain gaze upward to his onlooker.

Thaumatos felt a strange stirring in his body, the heat building within his slit had begun to emanate throughout his entire body. He looked down and realized the three treasures hidden within his cloaca were clearly enjoying the situation--soon enough, they'd start poking out. He danced a claw around it, lifting his head to spare another look at the changing human.

"You seem pretty well transformed by now. Does this feel like the peak of your Seal?"

"I-I don't--nnf… know..." Amier whimpered, lifting an arm to cloak part of his body with a wing, his fangs clenching into a nervous frown. As if on cue, his stretching, still-lengthening tail elicited a quiet moan. Even with the scales covering his face, the scarlet hue refused to relent.

Shivering, his head snapped up as a crystal fell to Thaumatos' feet--the dragon's maw widening into a grin as he planted his foot atop it--before grinding it to pieces.

"Just to be safe."

"W-Wait! I–oogh..."

Amier's eyes clenched tighter still, unable to stifle another moan as he struggled to preserve the loincloth which was growing awfully tight and constrictive, thickening against the cloth. With each passing second, it seemed to grow tighter and tighter. He was lucky to have a wing large enough to conceal the sight from his observer's prying eyes, but there was no way he would be able to maintain it for long… And with a fifth moon…

The wave of growth was relentless--all at once, he felt it surge through him--more mass adding to his tail, claws on his hands and feet splaying outwards as they cracked and extended. An unusual feeling had been building at his back for a while, and only as he craned his neck back, did he glimpse what appeared to be an unusual set of nubs protruding outward--like a second set of wings.

"Think you can handle another? From the way you've suddenly obscured your groin with your wing, I'd say this transformation has certainly affected you in more than one way." He gestured with a tilt of his snout, though admiring his handiwork. "Right now I am brute forcing your transformation. Considering it hasn't grown wildly out of control, it's clear your body is more than capable of handling the power of your Seal. I'm sure one day you'll be able to attain this form by yourself."

"I-I see..." The youth nodded, somewhat detached as his eyes glided across his current state, wincing at the pressure still building in his groin and back, before he replied. "I guess one m-more... couldn't hurt…?"

Thaumatos grabbed three more crystals and broke them–then broke a fourth for good measure.

"Think of this as a stress test."

Amier's jaw dropped, and no sooner did a reply of disbelief morph into a harsh mix of a grunt and moan as he collapsed forward onto all fours--whimpering as that building pressure released--a large pair of bat-like wings erupted from his back, followed by yet another surge of growth in his hands and feet to the point his claws raked into the ground.

His fangs ground tight, before his serpentine tongue spilled from his maw with a torrent of saliva as it crunched outward even further, gaining a hooked quality.

He couldn't hold it back any further. With the sound of tearing fabric--the growing member he had tried so diligently to keep concealed exploded from its constrictive prison, appearing more reptilian than human–ribbed and decorated with the same patterns as those on his limbs, which trailed onto his scaled sack. The tip met the ground with a thud, sending a spurt of white fluid outward, followed by a panicked, tongue-muffled yell from Amier.

"Hmm, you sure this magical disease you were talking about isn't spread through sex?" Gingerly, Thaumatos stepped over the magic circle, taking great care to not disturb the powder lines with his long tail. "Well, actually I might have a way to test that."

He looked at the clearly in distress human with some amusement as he gently lifted the transformed being's head with both arms, and guided his panting, open mouth to his crotch, where one of his three members began to poke out from his slit.

"Just think of this as stress relief, and start using that mouth of yours for more than pointless blabbering."

"Mmf?!"

The transformee's eyes widened, probably the largest they'd widened in a long while. His tongue, already lolling free from his maw, seemed to be almost drawn to the dragon's spreading cloaca--the tip brushing against it the only push he needed before his hungry jaws parted wide to take in the engorging member--tail swishing back and forth as his own cock throbbed and ached with need.

"Ahh, there we go. No wonder I've been so grouchy, been pent up this whole time." His other two members, alien and exotic in appearance, slithered out and began to curl and explore, almost tasting their surroundings as they rubbed up against the bat's face–precum slathering against his cheeks. "Already feeling better, right?

"Mmhmmf..." Amier nodded as best he could, his eyes half-lidded, periodically closing shut with each thrust of the dragon. The fluid smothered onto his face by the prehensile members made more spurt from his own–his claws rubbing uselessly along its length as his head was held in place by Thaumatos' firm grip.

"Hm, either this Seal of yours is reducing all mental inhibitions, or you're just really into men. Both?" Thaumatos said with a hard forceful thrust, momentarily pausing to smile. "Perhaps you're due for some... rewiring…"

Lifting a hand, he grabbed another glob of teal-green essence from his mane of flame, coating his two currency unoccupied cocks with the runny substance–the sensations which followed were strange, but incredibly pleasant. He could at least ensure any intrusions would not leave any lasting damages on the bat.

With an assured grunt, the twin appendages snaked over toward Amier's big scaly bat ears, the arrow-shaped tips prodding the sensitive flesh and rubbing along the smooth scale-like skin, before shoving themselves inside–eliciting a groan from Thaumatos, who pushed further against the squirming bat, clenching his jaw and holding the bat's face tight between his scaly palms.

"Mmmf...?"

Amier's brow twitched, his drooping eyes shooting open as the prehensile members wormed their way inside his ears–the feeling not so much unpleasant as they were unexpected, if relaxing. Every movement they made caused a pleasant squeaking to muffle his hearing. For a moment his actions slowed, though he still managed to suckle onto the member still deep within his maw, curling his serpentine tongue around it.

"Shh… just keep sucking, human... if you could still be called that. You're nothing more than a toy for now."

He had no idea how deep his two cocks had gone into the bat's brain, but if not for the anti-death coating, he probably would've offered more concern. The tight vice-like grip the inside of the ears had on his cocks was insane, and he found himself suppressing a roar as he came for the first time in possibly centuries, filling the inside of the youth's head as high-pressure spurts of the white fluid burst from his ears.

The bat-boy's eyes clenched tight–a gagged moan spilling from his maw as he felt the dragon's cum flood his brain, nearly driven to release himself at the sheer magnitude of the lewd squeaking and squelching which had overtaken his hearing, a thick hot load of pre shooting out from his cock.

"There we go, mhm. I'd love to keep using these ears of yours, but it's time we move onto the main event." Despite his eagerness, the shaman felt a twinge of dissatisfaction as he slid his cock free from the bat's mouth.

While it was not entirely obvious, the former human had certainly grown in more ways than one as a result of his forced transformation. Even with his draconic strength, it was difficult to position him without having his multiple sets of wings get in the way–the ones on his arms draped along the ground, while the ones at his back drooped, occasionally twitching at his touch. Finally lifting the bat's tail, his three members shot towards the exposed entrance–gleefully worming their way into that flexing sphincter. This time, Thaumatos couldn't help but let a satisfied roar slip out as he began to pump and thrust.

With his mouth unoccupied, Amier's lustful moans soon joined the dragon's roars, claws clenching tight whilst his wings flared outwards–each thrust causing his scaly sack to slam back and forth, followed by spurts of ample, endless amounts of pre. Never before had he experienced such bliss or release–his tongue swinging back and forth as it hung limp from his open maw.

"You really do seem to be a natural at this…" Thaumatos accentuated that with another thrust as his cocks wormed themselves deeper and deeper into the bat's insides.

"Hah... it feels… like–mmf–an... instinct..." The bat-boy replied between moans and groans, wincing as he felt the dragon's dicks worm their way further inside him–a process that should've been painful by any other means–but only gave him an incomparable feeling of pleasure.

"Instinct, hm? Interesting. Let's see where this goes then." Thaumatos' tail wrapped around Amier's tightly as he continued his assault on the delectable bat ass in front of him. He leaned over with one claw and gently felt and stroked around the inside of his right ear, murring with pleasure as he felt the cum soaked insides

"Nnf..." The bat whimpered a half-moan in response, fangs pressing together as the claw prodded at his ear, the wet squelches and swishing of his insides sending out a thick rope of cum from his cock.

"Mhm, we're almost there, are you ready? Don't worry, this time there won't be any surprises." Even though he had just cummed, Thaumatos felt like this load would be even bigger than the first, a low growl worming its way up this rumbling throat.

"Y-Yeah... mmf..." Amier nodded sluggishly, biting at his lower lip, eyes lidding shut as his mouth lolled open, tail tightening further around Thaumatos'.

The dragon gave three, final hard thrusts into him, jaws parting with a roar–the building pressure exploding in a torrent of cum from his three dicks–filling him with such primal pleasure he lunged out to bite the bat's shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood–constricting his tail so tight he could hear it pop.

A lustful wail spilled free from Amier's gaping maw–his tongue drooping out while his eyes rolled into the back of his head–rope after rope of hot bat-dragon cum spurting from his engorged cock and taut balls–tail tightening around Thaumatos' to return the gesture as he drenched the floor in his virile seed–falling limp in the dragon's grasp as the flood of cum was soon no more than a small drizzle, though he remained conscious.

With a hoarse rasp and wet squelch, Thaumatos removed his dripping cocks from the bat's hole, giving its side a smack. Panting, he reached an arm over the circle to grab a small glass jar, setting it over the bat's still-leaking member.

Samples of the boy in his transformed state would have great use in developing further insight into his Seal. Coincidentally, the power of the circle had also begun to fade albeit slowly–which was good. Too sudden a stop, and his body might not be able to handle a reversion.

"Well, it seems thanks to you I might start being more charitable towards any future visitors. If you visit me again, I'll have learned more about this Seal of yours and its nature. But for now, I have offered you all that is available to you." Uncoiling his tail from the bat's, he slowly rose to his feet, maw wide with a pleased grin. "Try to keep this experience fresh in your mind. It is likely to give you great insight into its secrets." Gently, he ran his claws along the backs of the bat's ears, ruffling his hair before retreating. "You are free to rest here for the night, as well as tomorrow. Assuming of course, your friends aren't drawn here from all the roaring." He stepped over the pentacle a final time, craning his neck to spare another glance. "Speaking of which, you'd best clean up. The pond outside is all yours. Feel free to join me in my room if you desire a second helping."

"Y-Yeah... t-thanks..." Amier barely managed to reply in his stupor, rolling onto his side without further comment, clutching his filled belly and sighing as he observed the ash-scaled dragon yawn and vanish through one of the two open doorways.

A nice bath for sure… He would gladly take up the shaman's offer. It was the least he could do in return.

He slowly staggered to his feet after a few more moments, teeth grit at the soreness in his rear–balance not quite helped by the absurd weight of his large sack and still-leaking member, which he fondled gently with one of his claws as he imagined getting his ears played with.