Dragon Potion
A while ago I wrote several stories as part of a daily story challenge. I've been wondering if I should post them at all, since they are decidedly more like lemons than actual stories, but several of my friends have recommended I share them anyway. I will be posting one a week for the next few weeks. As usual, I don't really care about spelling or grammar, please restrict comments to the story itself. This is the fourth story in this upload series.
Also, wtf? I wrote a story with gay sex in it??
"What?? A DRAGON?! You're out of your mind!"
Kyle gaped incredulously at his friend, this latest story of his simply too much for belief. But there Mason stood, holding a vial that professed to contain a potion of dragon tears and other exotic ingredients, an elixir of transformation! Kyle somehow doubted it. "Dragons don't even exist. Magic doesn't even exist! There's no way in the world that stuff could turn you into a dragon! It'll probably just make you sick."
Mason just grinned and shrugged, "So what? I've been sick before, and can you imagine the payoff if it works? Well, anyway, YOU don't have to drink it if you don't want to. But I thought I'd offer at least."
Kyle's gaze wavered between the vial and his friend's face. The "potion" looked truly disgusting, a muddy swirling brown that seemed to be the worst shade of color known to mankind. Still, knowing Mason it would be all or nothing. If he didn't join in from the start, Mason would down the whole thing and he'd be left out. Wait a minute! What had he been thinking? Dragons were a myth! "Ridiculous. There's no way I'm drinking that."
"Suit yourself." Mason shrugged, then uncorked and slowly began to lift the potion to his mouth.
Before he could get halfway there, Kyle sighed and snatched the vial from his friend. Mason only grinned, knowing the other boy would give in. Holding his breath and quickly downing half the container, almost choking on the vial liquid, he handed the rest back to Mason with a glare. The taste seemed to linger in his mouth, making him want to spit. "BLEGH! That was horrible. Damn you Mason, if this was some sort of joke."
"No joke. And I'm glad you decided to join me." Mason's eyes sparkled as if he knew something he wasn't telling, then tipping the vial back himself, he chugged the rest in one gulp. Smacking his lips and suppressing a grimace, he deadpanned, "If those were dragon tears, remind me never to cry after we transform."
Kyle gave a snort, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth, when he noticed something curious. His tongue felt decidedly different. Sticking it out between his lips, he got his first good look at what must be a foot of forked dragon tongue, "Whab bha hell?"
"I told you so." Mason's voice seemed deeper.
Tearing his eyes from his tongue, Kyle was surprised to see that his friend's entire head had already changed into a dragon muzzle, complete with horns! What's more, Mason was growing quickly, already eight or nine feet tall. He gaped wordlessly, his tongue slithering back inside his muzzle as he realized that despite his friend's growth, he was still looking him right in the eye! "Holy hell."
The two dragons stood watching each other, as if they were looking at a mirror. After their new muzzles had formed, their chests, arms and legs began to fill out. Suddenly the two formerly average boys possessed the builds of heavy lifter's, their shirts and shorts tearing to reveal well toned muscle rippling under tightly-stretched skin.
Kyle found himself a tad embarrassed to realize that he was looking at Mason, another guy, completely naked. But what really brought a blush to his now scaled cheeks is that he liked what he saw. Arousal began to stir, visibly reciprocated, the two transforming dragons getting a good look at each other's new packages, long, thick dragonmeat stretching a good foot or more from each of their groins, the thick spire decorated with five ribs along each shaft, with a tapered, conical tip.
Their open, mutual admiration was interrupted for a few moments as they both felt the changes spread to their spines, Kyle and then Mason losing their balance one right after the other. Flailing his paws out in front of him... paws? Oh yes, it would seem that he now possessed two rather large, thickly taloned forepaws... Kyle managed to catch himself on all fours. He reflexively tried to stand back up, but quickly realized that he felt much more comfortable this way. Dragons were quadrupeds after all. His shaft flexed and bobbed freely in the air beneath him now, every once in a while slapping against his lower abdomen.
The last few changes came swiftly, wings sprouting from their backs in tandem, extending to a full, impressive wingspan that would do justice to a small jet. Of course they were both still growing, and soon resembled large passenger liners, perhaps even jumbo jets! Tails burst from their hindquarters, long and sinuous, but strong enough to remain elevated off the ground.
Within minutes the transformations had finished, two nearly identical silver dragons stood facing each other, practically salivating from open-muzzled lust. They both heavily drooled pre-seminal fluids steadily, forming big puddles between their hind legs. Was this another aspect of the potion, Kyle wondered, or did the need he now felt for his closest friend come from throwing off the shackles of human culture and taboo? Or perhaps dragons were simply wired differently. That must be it; he felt fairly certain that as a human he would be staunchly straight, but as a dragon he was quite evidently gay.
Mason apparently came to the same, or similar conclusion, and decided to take the first step. Saucily sauntering forward, he boldly lifted his muzzle, now perched atop a long and slender neck, to nip at Kyle's left horn, letting his silk-smooth metallic scales and satin-soft wings brush against his twin. Slipping around beside Kyle, he bent to take a deep sniff at his best friend's crotch.
Kyle could only shiver, slowly elevating his rump and unconsciously flagging that long, slender tail. He didn't really know what was going on, but he did know he wanted Mason's thick dragoncock inside him. He shuffled his hind-paws, spreading his stance a bit to give his new twin friend easier access. Soon he felt a telltale heat at his tight rosebud, a thick, wet, fleshy insistence. Closing his eyes in anticipated pain and pleasure, he leaned back to spread himself around his friend.
Mason for his part, was only too eager to fulfill Kyle's desires. His purrs thick as he lifted his forepaws to the other dragon's rump, scooting himself forward to cover his new lover as his turgid, throbbing shaft tucked in against Kyle's tailhole. The massive silver dragon pushed firmly, sinking his cocktip and shaft in all the way to the first rib, panting at the unexpectedly strong pleasure and firm grip of the other dragon. "Gods you're so tight Kyle."
But Kyle didn't answer, only shivering beneath his brother in scale as he fought back tears of pleasure, cries of joy, at the intense sensation of being penetrated for the first time. He was glad of the pause though, it gave him time to adjust before Mason began to push in further.
That was when Kyle discovered how much pleasure his new dragon prostate could give him. As soon as Mason began to enter him again, he lost himself in the amazing sensations of sex in his new body, moaning and firmly counterthrusting with his hips. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be taken like this, his cock throbbing beneath him and shooting pre clear up to his front paws. He lifted one thick fore-talon and wrapped it around his maleness, giving another shiver at how good it felt to stroke himself off while Mason filled his tight ass.
They soon fell into a rhythm, Mason's thrusts matching Kyle's counterthrusts perfectly after that first blissful intrusion. The two of them pounded against each other with increasing tempo, the fluids of gay dragon sex running down their thighs or spraying out in front of them, collecting in large ponds of pre-cum.
It couldn't last long, not at the rate the two massive dragons were going at it. After but a few minutes Mason tensed up, pulling almost all the way out then driving himself roughly and with finality to his hilt inside Kyle. Tossing their muzzle back and crying out their climax to the heavens, both dragons pulsed rope after thick rope of seed from their pleasure-wrapped dragonhoods.
Their orgasm lasted almost as long as the sex before it, gallon upon gallon of seed spilled from their heavy balls. Mason filled Kyle's rectum to the brim, overflowing him with potent white seed, while Kyle seemed intent on making a lake out of the shopping mall in front of him.
Kyle blinked, looking around them for the first time, his mind suddenly free of the sexual haze it'd been trapped in during their romp together. He blushed, realizing that the two of them had indeed grown to the size of 747s, and were effectively performing for an audience that included most of this suburb.
"Uh Mas...," he trailed off, realizing it would probably not be wise to use their real names under the circumstances. Looking around, he could see several businesses mired in his cum, and his paws had made a major mess of the road, not to mention windows shattered out for a good solid mile in every direction from their roars of pleasure. "Is that potion permanent? Cause you know, if it isn't, we gonna be fucked."
Mason grinned wickedly, giving a hump inside his silver mate, "What a grand idea Kyle, except you already are. Of course we could do it again."
Kyle rolled his eyes, about to protest, when he realized that he was still quite horny, and ready for more. But perhaps he would try it the other way now, "Mmm, being a dragon has its perks. But this time, I'm on top."
Stepping forward to pull off of his friend's shaft, the giant silver casually sat down on the remainder of the shopping mall, crushing it completely. Beckoning Mason closer, he laid a paw on his new lover's muzzle and guided it to his cock.
Mason looked up at him, eyes sparkling, "It'll probably just make me sick." He teased, mimicking Kyle's former human voice.
"But can you imagine the payoff if it works? Well, anyway, YOU don't have to drink it if you don't want to. But I thought I'd offer at least." Kyle grins mischievously, also mimicking though not quite as well.
"Ridiculous. There's no way I'm NOT drinking that." Mason finished the joke in his dragon voice, dipping his muzzle downward. And those were the last words either of them spoke for quite some time.