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A Dragon Envenomed

Part 1

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

The night sky was as beautiful as always, though Teryx always forgot just how lovely it was. Living in the city, the light pollution and the constant clouds meant that he seldom got to see the stars, and with things the way that they were these days...well, there was more stuff in the air than ever, and they were brighter than any far-off twinkling star.

He leaned back from the campfire, half his body in his tent and his legs stretched towards the flames. Looking up that way, he could make out full constellations for a change, and the two-toned blue dragon smiled as he folded his hands behind his head. Orion's Belt, Draco, and far more could be seen now that he was out of the city, and he shook his head as he took in each one. It was a lovely treat, and the cool air warmed by the campfire meant that he was at the perfect comfort temperature, too.

Why don't I do this more often? he thought.

Work, mostly. There were a hundred little details that had to be seen to in the city, and that meant keeping close to a place with a good internet connection and ensuring that he was always on-call for the office to yank him in. That made him some good money, but it always meant that he had to deal with being constantly in flux, always going here, there, everywhere to make up for the fact that he was paid so well.

At least he still got days like this. That helped. That helped a lot.

He tapped his toes against the stones ringing the campfire, slowly bringing his eyes back down to the city in the distance. Even from here, he could see the little flitting shapes that darted up and over the city at large. Not helicopters, not at that speed, but rather the new things that had started to shape the city life for everyone around.

Superheroes had become a thing in the last couple of decades. Not many of them, of course, and not all of them heroes with superpowers. Most of them were vigilantes, gadgeteers or otherwise sponsored people that had managed to show off a certain amount of talent or discipline towards what they did, and weaponized that against people that were breaking the law. Some few, perhaps 5% of them, at most, actually had powers, and they worked harder than the rest to ensure that the rule of law was maintained in the city.

Or at least, that was the official story that the news kept putting out.

Teryx wasn't sure what to think about them. Sometimes, they genuinely seemed to be good people, while others were constantly hogging the cameras and hamming it up for their captive audience. He knew that they were still people and still had the same wants and needs of the rest of the city, but it was hard to respect someone that had laser-eyes and still acted like an attention whore.

And then there were the villains, too. Villains that had been caught out, mostly, but some that had gone further underground, burying their old lives and taking on new, hidden ones. They were rumored to be behind every bad thing that happened within the city, and responsible for every horrible thing that the heroes couldn't stop.

Whether that was true or not, Teryx didn't know, but even he would admit that all the supers were fun to watch. He watched the trails of light zipping around the top of the city, shaking his head and imagining how it would feel to be up there.

Cold, probably.

Chuckling at his own non-joke, he forced himself to sit up a little bit more. The fire was slowly dying off, and he had to make the decision of whether to bring it back to life or let it slump down completely. He sighed, poking the pile of wood at the side of the tent. He'd have to take whatever he didn't use back with him, and there was quite a bit, but at the same time, it was getting late, and he'd need to stay up long enough for it to die down again if he decided to use it up.

"Bleh..."

He shook his head, looking up at the sky again for inspiration. The beauty of the stars still sung to him, and that, more than anything else, made the dragon wonder if flight would really be a power worth having. At least you could get closer and closer to those, and see them without all the other light around to dim them.

Then, one of them started to move.

Teryx smiled as he sat up, one leg pulled to his chest, the other stretched out. His loose shorts jostled about as he flicked his tail from side to side, unable to help himself in his excitement.

"Yes! I was hoping I'd see that tonight..."

It was a meteor shower, just as the news had foretold. It was half the reason he'd come out of the city for the evening, wanting to see the rocks go flying through the atmosphere and enjoy each and every one. The flickers of light and flame were far clearer out here, well away from the city, and he grinned like a hatchling as he watched them streak further and further through the sky.

It was a beautiful, natural sight, and like the thunderstorms and the wind that blew through the trees, it spoke to him. Nature always did, and he leaned back further, further, further, until he was flat on the ground and staring up at the sky.

Heh...guess it's time to make a wish.

Teryx shook his head. Foolish sort of thing, really, but he had to admit that there was no better time than now to do it. The meteor shower was so magical to look at, feeling like something that was both of this world and not. It straddled the line between the scientific and the mystical, and it felt like he was seriously in touch with something that could grant a wish, if it so chose.

If he was willing to make one.

The blue dragon closed his eyes, folding his hands over his chest. He thought of what he wanted, what he would enjoy. He imagined having more free time, or more money, or anything else that might make his life better, but none of those quite felt right.

Then, something clicked.

I wish I was super, so I always had the time to feel good.

That was a real wish, he thought. Impossible, of course, and far more likely to result in disappointment than anything else, but at least he could make the attempt. He chuckled, opening his eyes just in time to see a bright orange ball of flame heading right for him.

"Oh g-"

The explosion of the meteor slamming through his tent and hitting the ground no more than ten feet away from him sent him flying forward, rolling for a good dozen paces as soon as he hit the ground. Teryx grunted, the air knocked out of his lungs as he wheezed for breath, his claws gripping the torn-up grass and dirt that had followed him from the explosion.

"Ugh...ow...ow..."

Shaking his head, Teryx slowly lifted his eyes from the ground to the point of impact. His tent was totaled, completely ruined, and the ground was literally on fire. The streaks of flame that the rock had brought down from space had clearly not entirely gone out, and he grumbled as he slowly pushed himself to his feet.

"So much for that wish. Guess someone thought I was being too up myself."

Shaking his head, he fumbled around for what was still in good shape. He had a second bag of half-dry clothes that he'd worn swimming earlier, but the clothes that he'd brought for the morning were burnt to a crisp. His car keys, thankfully, were still in his pockets, and he was in good shape other than that.

He'd need to find somewhere else to sleep for the night. He didn't want to go back to the city, not just yet, but without the tent, he didn't have cover against anything if the weather went funny. And it could.

"Alright...where..."

Right, there was a cave not that far off. Go north, follow the trees until he got to a rock face, and then follow the path in a winding pattern up to the mouth. Nothing in there the last time he checked, and while it wasn't particularly warm, it was out of the wind, which was the important thing. He nodded to himself, started to turn...

And then his curiosity got the better of him, Teryx turned back to his tent, walking slowly through its ruin to the point of impact. The heat was already fading, thankfully, and he was able to lean over the crater.

Despite the sheer size of it, there wasn't much of a meteor left in it. The rock itself had cooled startlingly quick, and it was not much bigger than his clenched fist. The dragon hesitated, then knelt down at the edge of the crater, hand extended. He kept waiting for the heat to rise up, to find that this was a very bad idea, but nothing of the sort happened. He was completely untouched as he rested his hand on the space rock, and he shook his head as he pulled it up and out of the crater.

"Well...if you came from space, I bet you have a story to tell, heh. I'll take you with me."

Getting a shred of the tent that still had some integrity to it, he wrapped it around the rock and tucked it under his arm. That done, he made his way north; time to find the cave before it was fully dark and impossible to see. It was one thing to be a dragon in the wilderness, and something else indeed to be completely blind out there.

#

The cave was as simple and empty as he remembered. It was a shallow one, just one chamber in rather than a series of connected caverns, which was all the better for him. Less chance of something else moving in and taking up space and being pissed at him in the night. The blue dragon laid out his blankets and the remnants of most of his sleeping bag, and got comfortable.

Leaving the rock at his side, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He was still coming down from the adrenaline spike that had surged so high after the meteorite had come down and nearly taken him with the tent, but with that fall in adrenaline came its own sort of exhaustion. He groaned, rolling to one side and then the other, trying to find a comfortable spot for himself.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Finally, he flopped out on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. Despite everything, he felt...oddly aroused. Not painfully so, nor desperately, but more than he could entirely understand. Teryx looked down at his crotch, giving it a half-glare for being so insistent, and closed his eyes again.

Despite that, he could still feel the idle throbbing down there, almost like it was reacting with and pairing with his heartbeat. The strange sensation of feeling his heart thud and his cock echo it, and vice-versa, was something that kept him awake for some time.

But, inevitably, sleep came. And as it seeped over him, something else began to awaken.

#

He stood before a black sea, churning and writhing in a way that water never could. Teryx saw himself in its reflection, bold bright blue along his chest and stomach, with darker blue elsewhere. His golden mane stood out bright and powerful, and his tail ran long behind him, curling in at the very end. His paws rested on a beach that rolled like something made of rubber rather than sand, and he could barely keep his footing.

As he wobbled this way and that, the black sea reached out for him. Not in waves, but in tendrils, running across the sand like slithering snakes. They touched his toes and tried to coil around them, pulling at him, dragging him further and further towards the sea itself. Even as he tried to fight it, he felt his body succumbing to something else, a heat, a need, a weakness that seeped through him more and more with each passing second.

"What...what are..."

The dream did not answer, nor did the sea, but his body burned with each touch. The cool air that he was used to was gone, replaced by a fire inside of him that refused to be put out. His hips twitched as the tendrils started to creep up his legs, swallowing his toes and his paws beneath it, and inside of his slit, his cock started to swell.

"Wait...wait..."

There was no waiting. His cock rose without his permission, each beat of his heart feeding it blood and excitement. His breath caught in his throat time after time, and he gasped as he started all but humping his way towards the black sea. Each thrust pulled his feet forward by a few inches, and the darkness kept spreading higher and higher along his legs, reaching closer and closer to those sensitive spots.

The more of his body that it took, the more that he was aware of...of other things. He felt a swelling strength in his legs, his calves - and then his thighs - feeling thicker, stronger, more durable than before. He felt like...like running, as if he could keep running for days, weeks, even.

His breath caught in his throat again as the sea snapped whips of itself out, snagging him by the wrists. That same sense of power and excitement that swelled through his legs ran up and down his arms with that same darkness, making him stronger, making him grow.

"Ah...ah..."

The black swelled around him, making him walk into the sea of it. It spread up his thighs and along his rump, up his arms and down his chest. Little by little, the deep blue of his scales disappeared, and more and more of his own identity shifted to the black shape that was left behind.

It streaked up his neck and down over his slit. It went inside of him, covering his balls, the base of his cock, and more, and then slowly started to run up, up, up his cock. Every new inch that the blackness covered brought power, sensitivity, and need.

So much need.

So much desperation.

He was humping air, his arms up and behind his head, controlled by the black. He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe hardly at all. All he could do was stare, watching himself in the reflection of the black sea. And he looked...sexy.

Sexy.

Hard.

Strong.

Masculine.

He posed, his arms pulled tight to make his muscles surge. They pushed up, his biceps thicker and stronger than they had ever been in the real world. His face was soon covered, swallowed, the gold and blue gone, replaced with the surreal darkness of the black sea. He couldn't see anything but black, black and the shine of light dancing off of him.

And down below, at his cock, swallowed up inch by inch until only the pink head was left, he felt the black ooze swelling and rubbing around his cock. It felt...good. Too good. Overpowering.

"Ah...ah..."

His voice was muffled inside of the black, leaving him unable to hear himself. He could only thrust, dribble, thrust, dribble. His cock was right on the verge of blowing its load, and the black oozed towards the tip. A little more, a little further, and then, then the head was covered.

Another spurt of pre-cum followed, but that was trapped inside of the ooze, bubbling there like it would have done in a condom. He tried to breathe -

#

Teryx gasped as he opened his eyes and couldn't move. Nothing worked; nothing responded as he tried to get a grip on things. His hands didn't curl into fists, his legs didn't close, and his tail didn't shift or sway at all.

The only thing that he could move was his mouth. The only thing that he could feel was his cock.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...ah..."

He didn't dare open his mouth further; he could just barely see the black from the dream around his face, covering his snout and trying to find a way in. It was already trying to probe around his nose, seeing if it could slide into his nostrils, but so far it hadn't done that. Other probes were pushing around his ears, at his rump, everywhere that there was an opening that they might be able to take.

His clothes were gone? Yes, yes, they were gone. The shreds of them were just barely visible off to the side, and -

"Nnngh..."

He kept groaning, unable to stop himself as the black kept working his cock. He couldn't bend down to see it, but he could feel some strange ooze grinding, sucking, pulling at his dick. Every time that it moved, it slurped like the sloppiest hole that he had ever been in, but his cock felt almost raw. Raw with pleasure, raw with sensitivity, like the post-orgasm sensation times ten. Every stroke was so good that it was almost painful. Every suck shattered his thoughts and left him helpless.

"Nnngh! GAH! AHH!"

He screamed, tasting a tiny bit of the black before he closed his mouth again. It tasted of salt and bitterness, sensual and wrong at the same time. It pressed against his closed lips once more, but he managed to keep it out, of only barely.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

It was grinding on his cock now, thrusting against it, almost frotting with him as if it was enjoying this as much as he was forced to. Teryx could barely breathe through it all, his eyes rolling back as he felt his cock throbbing harder, stiffer.

Pulse, squirt.

He felt the pre-cum running down his cock for half a second before it was swallowed up in the ooze again, used to tease him, slick him up, fuck him up. The black around his cock had formed into several rings up and down his cock now, stroking him regularly, pulling on his cock, while at the very tip, something threatened to push inside of him.

No...no...

It rubbed, grinding, sliding along the head of his cock, always on the verge of sliding right into his urethra. He could feel it, almost thrust against it from the pure desperation that the goo had inflicted him with. The dragon growled, his eyes rolled back, trying to resist, but the pleasure...the pleasure...

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Another wheezing whine escaped him as he huffed and puffed, blowing against the tendrils near his nose, not thinking about the ones running around his ears. They were right there, so close to just sliding in, yet held back for some unknown reason. Whatever the reason, he thanked his lucky stars, because he couldn't do anything to slow it down, or anything to get free.

Can't...move...

Helpless, paralyzed, aroused. What had this come from? The rock? It had to be, nothing like this existed on earth. Why him? What...what did...

It was so slimy, but at the same time, so thin. He felt it shift over his body, almost like it kept trying to stretch to cover all of him but couldn't quite manage it. Every time it pushed up against his face, something along his legs or stomach shifted, exposing him once more. It would push down to stretch and cover those parts again, and something on his face would shift, or something along his rump.

But his cock...his cock was never released. It wanted him, wanted him to cum, for some reason, and it was pushing him as hard as it could.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

It was going so far, pushing him to hump. His hips wanted to rise and fall, but he was stuck, unable to move, his body completely frozen. It was trying to...was it trying to move him, shift his weight or something? It was grinding something against the base of his spine, trying to make him lift his hips.

It...is it...

It was trying to milk him, trying to get his cum. Maybe...maybe if it got what it wanted, it would let him go. Maybe he could get free if it at least got what it wanted.

Teryx tried to relax and embrace the pleasure, but that was hard to do when his entire body was throbbing with heat and need, when his mind was awash with fear. What did this thing want, what would it -

He had to cum. That was all that he had to do right now. Calm down and focus on the pleasure, he told himself.

That was easier than he expected, as well, feeling that thing stroking, stroking, stroking him. Every time that those three gooey rings around his cock reached the base, he felt the urge to blow his load right then and there, and he kept almost doing it. The tightness of the ring at the base was the only thing keeping him from going off right then, and the wiggling 'tongue' tendril at the head of his cock, threatening to slide in, kept teasing him back from that edge.

Up, down, up, down, always pushing him close and closer. He could feel how much pre-cum was oozing out of him, how much seed wanted to burst up from his balls. The blackness was milking him, edging him, trying to get it, and he could feel it getting more and more insistent that he deliver. There was a hunger there that didn't seem to understand what it was doing, that its teasing was holding him back rather than pushing him forward. He grunted, huffing, shivering, shaking, so close to blowing but not allowed to.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, and all the while, the blackness rolled around him, a thin, slimy layer that covered one side of his face, then the other, trying to find its way into his mouth and failing. It went down his body, over his abs and chest, trying to find sensitive spots there. It went under his tail, almost inside of him, then down his thighs. Everywhere it touched, it set his scales afire with the desire to be touched more, to be squeezed and held and massaged and groped and -

"NNNNGH!"

It was so close that time, so close. The ring at the base of the three rubbing, stroking, milking him had buzzed. It was like a vibrator to him, and it almost got him off. The creature paused for a moment, then the buzzing started up again. Stronger, much more potent, and this time in all three ring sat once.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!"

Teryx screamed as the pleasure was forced on him, all three rings jerking him off as hard and fast as any partner that he had ever had in the past had done. All that pleasure, all the vibrations buzzing through his dick from tip to base were too much for any man to resist. He gave himself up to the pleasure and came, finally feeling it breaking through.

The dragon would have roared if he didn't fear the black around his snout. Instead, he just growled and screamed against the back of his teeth, his cock jumping and spitting and gushing into the blackness.

The first shot let him loose. He gasped as the black ooze seemed to flee the rest of his body, running right for his cock and wrapping around it like a sucking tube. Teryx gasped as he was finally able to move again, rolling onto his side, then to all fours as the constant sucking kept pulling more, more, and more seed out of him. It was forcing him to keep cumming, spurting everything that he had into the black.

"Get...get...off!"

He yanked at it until it finally came loose, slipping off and falling to the ground with a wet smack. The dragon didn't stop to look, didn't even grab any of his things. He just ran.

Teryx was out of the cave and halfway down the winding trail before he finally slowed down. Looking over his shoulder and seeing nothing following him, he stumbled to a halt and leaned his head against the rock face. He closed his eyes, one hand over his chest, the other slumped loose and limp at his side.

"Holy..."

He didn't have a word to finish that felt appropriate. That had been an out of this world horrific experience, and that was the horrifying part of it. That thing, that thing, had to have been from out of this world.

And it was still in the cave with all his things.

Including my car keys...

Teryx genuinely considered hoofing it all the way back to the city in the nude. He actually wondered if it might be better for him to do that rather than go back up. No matter how embarrassing it would be to make it back home with nothing but his scales on, it had to be better than going back to that thing and finding it waiting for another meal. No matter how good it made his dick feel - and fucking hell, it had made his cock feel better than any partner that he had ever had - it wouldn't be worth it to go back and become...

Well, what would he become?

And would it actually do anything more to him?

With his heart finally calming down, Teryx took a step away from the rock face and sat down, resting his legs as he thought about it. The goo. It had to have come from the rock or something like that, right? That meant that it had come from outer space, and it had waited for him to be completely asleep before doing anything. Either it had been unconscious from the flight or it had been too weak to do anything while he was awake. Either way, it meant that he had something that probably wasn't that strong, for the most part.

For all that it had some sort of paralytic to its touch, it seemed very localized. The minute that he'd cum and it pulled back to feast, he'd been able to move again. So long as he didn't touch it directly again, he should be okay. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to collect it and take it somewhere to be studied.

"...I'm probably doing the stupidest thing I can do right now..."

Shaking his head, he got back to his feet. If he was going to do this, he should do it now while the alien - or whatever it was - was still too weak to fight back. Better to get it locked up in whatever he could, get his clothes on, and head back to town now before anyone started asking any official questions and decided that it would be a good idea to lock him up as well.

He tentatively made his way back up the switchback path, waiting with every step to see some sort of goo monster lunging out of the cave for him. It never happened, but that didn't ease his fear as much as he would have hoped. Step by step, he got closer and closer, cursing the darkness of night and his own lack of night vision.

Finally reaching the cave, he leaned over the opening and peered inside. The low light of the moon gave him just enough to see by, and he could barely make out the goo resting on the rock.

The split rock, he belatedly realized. Whatever had happened while he was asleep, it had broken open, and now, the creature couldn't fit in it. His eyes went wide as he realized that the goo was grinding itself against the middle of the rock, bubbling away, clearly trying to fit itself back into some sort of hole, but unable to do it. It didn't make sounds, but its body language looked almost...distressed, or even sad.

How the hell does a creature like that even do that? he wondered.

He didn't have an answer. What he did have - if he'd managed to grab it from the tent - was a kettle. And thankfully, he had.

The naked dragon snuck back into the cave on tiptoes, trying to ignore the slurping feeling of his softening dick gradually sliding back into his slit as he grabbed the metal kettle. It was a new one, meant to double as a thermos if needed, and he double-checked the seal. Still strong, should be more than enough to hold the alien when he offered it. Taking another deep breath, he undid the lid and crept over to the creature.

The goo stopped its squirming when it 'heard' him approach, lifting part of its body to face him. Teryx paused, waiting for any sort of aggression, but it only wobbled slightly. Black, totally smooth, it seemed an impossible little ink blot more than anything else. He shook his head as he slowly knelt down, holding his breath as he extended the open kettle to the little thing.

It looked inside, bobbed back and forth twice, then leaped in. The sudden flow of whatever it was into the kettle almost made him drop it, but he kept his grip by the skin of his teeth and slammed the lid down hard.

Despite expecting whatever the ooze was to start fighting him the second that it was contained, it did nothing of the sort. If anything, it almost seemed to vibrate, and he would have called the vibration feeling a purr if he had been looking at a cat. The idea that he might have just made the goo happy was both a relief and rather disconcerting at the same time.

He shook his head, fighting the residual arousal that continued to bubble up from his core. There was something there that he really shouldn't be feeling at that moment, he thought, something that shouldn't be affecting him quite so powerfully, but it was still there. He tried to blame it on further adrenaline from the nightmare and the alien experience, but he honestly didn't know what was the source of it all.

What he did know was that he needed to get dressed, get to the car, and get the hell out of there.

The dragon fumbled with his clothes, finding his car keys and holding them tight before getting dressed. It felt wrong, still a bit slimy, and he didn't know if he was clean or if there were little black sludge marks all over him from getting milked. If there were, there wasn't much he could do about it before getting home, so Teryx forced himself to ignore it all.

He felt dirty as he walked down the path for the second time that night, shivering as the wind blew over him. The fact that he had let some alien drain his balls that hard, and more to the point, the fact that he had enjoyed it so much sat ill with him. It felt like he had been violated, but at the same time...

The dragon shook his head as he reached his car. He wasn't going to think about the implications of what enjoying it or not enjoying it actually meant. What he was going to do was get home, get a shower, and not think about the little ball of goo in his kettle until he was completely rested, completely recharged, and not running on who knew what kind of chemical problem.

Teryx was grateful that the car started easily. With his luck tonight, it would have been the night of all nights where the engine would fail and leave him stranded out in the middle of nowhere. Looking down at the kettle in the passenger seat, he indulged an odd impulse and pulled the seatbelt down to make sure that it stayed in place. Why? He told himself that it was because he didn't want it flying all over the front of the car, but in reality, he really didn't know. It just felt right.

Shaking his head, he turned the car onto the road and focused on his route and nothing else. He tuned out the normally beautiful night forest. He ignored the way that the world was so quiet around him. He pushed away thoughts of heroes and villains and what they would mean for the future of normal people. The only thing that he let himself think about was the road and where he'd have to turn.

And yet, despite all that, he still felt a strange throbbing between his legs. It was the same pulsing match to his heartbeat that he'd felt when he first laid down in the cave, and he bit his lips as it kept on going. Teryx shook his head, muttering about getting a coffee on the way back, and did his best to ignore his dick.

What if it means that...that the alien...

No. He was not going to think about that right. He was just going to keep driving, and that was all that he needed to do.

The End

Summary: Teryx lives in a world of superheroes. Unfortunately, he also lives in one where aliens could use a friend.

Tags: M/solo, M/Alien, Goo, Symbiote, Series, Teryx, Milking, Cock Sucking, Stroking, Goo Sex, Paralyzed, Alien, Cum, Orgasm, Corruption,