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Lost in the Forest

"I'm telling you, I have my ticket around here somewhere..." Teryx said hastily as he backed towards the open door of the Cessna, the engines roaring outside as the group of angry people corralled him towards it. Below the plane was a vast expanse of rainforest, a blanket of green covering the landscape as far as he could see from their height above the ground. They continued to push him towards the opening, some of them brandishing weapons, until he was. "You really wouldn't abandon someone out here in the middle of nowhere, right?"

His question was answered by someone throwing his heavy backpack square into his chest, which caused him to let go of the doorway and push him outside the plane. The wind whipped against his clothing and through his mane as he balled up to avoid the rest of the plane streaking past him, holding onto his backpack as he was left in the open air. Once he had sufficiently left the slipstream of the airplane the blue dragon opened his parachute, slowing his descent and gliding on the air as he shouted back at the plane about their lack of hospitality.

"Great, there's two weeks added to my trip through this area." Teryx sighed as he scanned the ground below him, hoping to see some sort of road or other sign of civilization. While he certainly had enough supplies to fly to the next town himself, he always found it far faster to bum a ride to the next place of interest. It was what had gotten him this far in his world travels, he mused as he continued to fly. The fact that the people who ran the charter plane had found out early that he hadn't paid was merely a small hiccup in his grand plans.

As he continued to glide downward through the air he saw that the light of day had begun to fail, the sun slowly beginning to slide below the horizon. His search for civilization shifted to finding a place to land and bed down for the night, someplace safe he could set up camp. As he looked for a suitable respite he noticed a small column of smoke began to rise up to the left of him, seemingly from one of the larger trees that made up the canopy of the forest. His curiosity quickly got the better of him and he shifted direction towards it, gliding down through the thick blanket of leaves until he had broken through where the smoke originated.

What he saw was not what he expected, what appeared to be a treehouse had been assembled amongst the branches of the huge tree. Using the canopy as a natural roof it was the size of a small studio apartment, the smoke he had seen rising from a small 'chimney' that had been constructed alongside it. He called out towards it twice, and when he received no response he cut himself loose from the tangled parachute and walked across the weaved together branches into the treehouse.

Even though it was only one room it was far roomier than the rain dragon had expected. A few pieces of handcrafted furniture were strewn about, as well as a stove that had been lit. As he walked through the room he saw that there was also a writing desk that sat in the corner right beneath the only window, a few pieces of scrawled upon paper scattered about the surface that he idly looked at. The only thing he really couldn't find was a bed, instead there was a hammock that had been strung up between two of the branches that were also being used to support one of the walls. All in all it was a cozy little abode, Teryx mused, and he just wondered who the place belonged to.

He didn't have long to wait for his answer, as he was looking out the window he suddenly heard the clatter of something metal hitting the ground and turned to see another dragon standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to barge in." Teryx said as he tried to give the stranger one of his best disarming smiles. "I noticed your treehouse when I was flying over and couldn't help but investigate."

"Oh, that's alright." The green-scaled dragon replied as he regained his composure and quickly picked up the sealed metal container. "I'm just not used to guests out here. In fact aside from the occasional plane that I hear overhead there's really nothing that comes through this way, especially since there's no main road nearby. My name is Zooks, welcome to my home."

Teryx was slightly surprised at the dragon's easy-going demeanor, though he supposed if he was all alone like that he would jump at the chance for company as well. "Nice to meet your Zooks, my name is Teryx." He introduced, an idea forming in his mind that caused his smile to widen. "You can call me Terry though."

"Nice to meet you too Terry." Zooks replied as he put the large pot on the countertop and poured the water into some sort of dispensing basin. "So what brings you to these parts?"

It was exactly the question the rain dragon wanted to hear. "Well I'm a traveler by nature, though I'm in a bit of a predicament." He explained. "My method of transportation was suddenly cut off, and now I'm stuck here in the jungle without any clue of where I'm going. I do hate to be a bother, but could I camp out here for the night and possibly get some directions to a town or road in the morning?"

Once more Terry was surprised as Zooks smiled at him. "Sure!" He said, setting a teapot he had just filled up on the stove. "I have an extra hammock on the off chance someone does come, and I've been meaning to go into town for a while anyway. In two days a bus comes down the main road that's a few miles from here that I can show you, you can stay here in the meantime."

Terry's grin disappeared slightly as the other dragon offered him a cup of tea, which he tentatively accepted. No one was this nice, he reasoned as he looked down at the table while they waited for the water to boil. Thoughts began to bubble up in his mind as the water did the same, wondering why such a charismatic dragon was out in the middle of the woods all alone. Maybe it some sort of exile, he thought, and he had just fallen into the web of some sick, twisted individual that would cut him up in the middle of the night and eat his entrails while he was still alive and then-

"Here you go!" Zooks said happily as Terry's line of disturbing thought was interrupted by a cup of tea set in front of him. "It's Earl Grey, hope you don't mind."

"Thanks." Terry replied as he hesitantly picked up the tea and gave it a quick sniff before taking an experimental sip. "So if you don't mind me asking, why are you living here all by yourself? You seem like you're a rather socialable sort."

"Mmmm, I guess you could say it's my dislike of all the technology and other stuff you find in a city." Zooks explained while he drank. "Out here it's peaceful; you can find yourself in these woods. Plus there isn't the stress of everyone else out there bogging me down creatively. Oh! I didn't even set up your bedding for the night; let me string that up quick while we still have some natural light."

Terry helped the other dragon set up the second hammock on the same set of tree branches that supported Zook's own bed, and then slipped into it to try it out. He found it to be surprisingly comfortable, the material rubbing pleasantly against his scales as it slowly swayed back and forth. His gracious host crawled into his own and they talked for a little while longer while they drifted off for the night. Despite his earlier reservations he found Zooks to be a rather pleasant individual, far better than some of the hospitality he had received. As his eyes closed and sleep began to overtake him he could smell something sweet and soothing tickling his nostrils, which seemed to lull him into an even deeper state of sleep...

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The next day Terry woke up to find that his host was not in the hammock next to him, the treehouse empty save for him. As he pulled the blankets that Zooks had loaned him from his body he also noticed something that caused him to blush slightly, a serious case of morning wood. He carefully scanned the area to make sure that the other dragon wasn't around before he moved to the window, which he found to have been shut during his slumbers. When he opened the shudders he quickly spotted the green-scaled dragon in the nearby river, his hemipenes throbbing slightly when he realized the bathing dragon was completely naked.

Once more he closed the shutters and turned back, one hand idly rubbing the bulge in his shorts as he contemplated his options. In all the time of his traveling he had never gotten so aroused before, particularly right when he woke up. He tried to will it to soften up, but his restrained member would have none of it and continued to press against the fabric of his underpants. Once more he peeked through the shutters before he ran back to his bag, determined to take care of his needy tools before it could embarrass him in front of the other male.

He took one of the plastic bags that he stored dirty laundry in and ripped it open, grabbing one of his socks before lying back down on the hammock. As soon as he unzipped his shorts his twin members sprang out, his lengths twitching with each pulse of blood brought to it as he took off his shirt to avoid getting it messed up. He wasn't sure how long he had before Zooks came back, so he grabbed his twin shafts and quickly began to pump up and down. While he stroked himself he realized that the flesh in his grip seemed... slicker somehow, as though he had lubed it up before he began. Soon his curiosity overrode his need to get off and while one hand continued to stroke he brought his other to his muzzle and sniffed it. The scent was familiar, the same sweet, soothing odor that he had smelled right before he went to bed. Whatever it was seemed to only throw him deeper into arousal, his other hand darting back down to finish the job.

It didn't take long before he could feel the pressure build in his twin shafts, biting his lip to prevent himself from making noise as the hammock he was in bounced slightly with each tug. As he could feel his muscles tense with the impending climax his mind suddenly turned to Zooks, the dragon's handsome, naked form just outside the treehouse vividly etched into his mental sight as his cocks jumped in his hands. His hips bucked as several ropes of draconic spunk landed on his chest, trying not to land on the hammock as he attempted to aim while still in the throes of his self-induced orgasm.

Once the pleasure subsided he started to wipe up, though as he did so he noticed that his cum seemed thicker than usual. Before he could get a good look at it though he heard the sound of footsteps out the door, Terry scrambling to wipe the last of the evidence away and get his shorts buttoned back up. As the door opened he tried to turn away quickly to prevent him from seeing him exposed. Unfortunately the hammock he was in overcompensated for his sudden shift in weight and as Zooks walked in it dumped him out onto the floor. "Ow..."

"Are you okay?" Zooks said as he dropped his towel and soap onto a nearby table and rushed over to help him up. "Hammocks can take a bit of getting used to. First time I slept in one I was near the window nearly topple right out of the house and-"

The green dragon stopped as he saw Terry's still exposed cocks nested just above the opening of his shorts, though they had started to slide back into their slit. He tried to continue on with his sentence, but they could both feel the awkward air in the room as Zooks turned away slightly in order to give the other dragon some minor bit of privacy. While he had his head turned he could hear the sound of a zipper coming up, and when he turned back once more the blue-scaled rain dragon was already getting himself up.

"So... when does this bus come around again?" Terry asked as he tried to dissipate some of the tenseness as well as his own embarrassment.

"Oh, it will be coming around tomorrow at around noon." Zooks replied as he started to rummage around the cupboards for food. "You can hear it from a few miles away so we definitely won't miss it." There was another awkward pause as Terry stuffed the used sock in his pack while Zooks began to set out various cooking utensils. "Is there anything in particular you'd like for lunch? I have quite the stock here."

Terry sighed slightly to himself and went over to the kitchen area. He could erase what had just happened, but he wanted to stay in the positive mood with the other dragon, even if it was just for one more day. He quickly found that Zooks wasn't kidding when he bragged about his stores; he was stocked with a wide variety of dried foods as well as some of the produce that was no doubt locally foraged. When he saw the avocadoes in a bowl near the back he pulled them out, a small grin appearing on his face as he set them on the table. "Let me show you this amazing recipe for guacamole that I know..."

A few hours later the incident had been all but forgotten as they got to know each other better. Once lunch was finished Zooks took Terry out exploring, showing him everything he had done to the area in order to make it more livable. The rain dragon was surprised at how much Zooks had done himself; everything from the house itself to the small garden set-up in the back was all created by his hands alone. They ventured a little deeper into the forest itself, dining on the fresh fruits that were in several of Zooks' favorite foraging locations.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for everything." Terry said as he wiped the mango juice off of his lips. "This has probably been one of the best parts of my travels and I'm really glad that I met you."

The other dragon beamed, his tail wagging slightly as he got up and brushed the tiny pieces of his own mango from his shirt. "No problem, I really enjoyed your company these last two days. I'm glad that your plane travels didn't work out for you, though I'm sure you would much rather have that then the very long bus ride you're about to have."

Terry just shrugged and smiled as he finished the last of his fruit. In truth he had the same feelings about his unexpected travel detour, especially the longer he stayed. A small part of him wanted to stay, even if it was only until the next bus came around. But the wanderlust was strong in his blood; he knew he would get antsy if he stuck around in the same spot for too long. Another part of him wondered if perhaps the other dragon would come along with him, even if it was only until he reached the edge of the rainforest. He wasn't sure how to bring up the topic though, he certainly didn't want to seem too forward about it and he also wondered just how attached Zooks was to his life here...

As a light breeze drifted through the forest Terry's nose scrunched up, once more detecting that sweet smell in the air that he had last night. He turned back to Zooks to ask him if he smelt the same thing, only to see a look of horror on his face as he covered his mouth with his hands. "What's wrong?" He asked in concern.

"I'm so sorry..." Zooks replied. "I didn't realize what time it was, there's no way we can get back to the treehouse by nightfall."

Terry was about to ask what happened at nightfall when his body was quickly engulfed by a strange tingling warmth. It was as though someone was caressing his entire body all at once, and as the heat continued to intensify he found his clothing to become more and more uncomfortable. "Go ahead." He heard Zooks say, turning to see that he had already taken his shirt off.

The blue-scaled dragon was still unsure of what was happening, but as Zook's permission sank into him he found himself pulling his own shirt off. The cool air felt blessedly good against his scales as he undid his shorts with more fervor, not stopping until he was completely naked in the middle of the forest. Once the last of his garments had been removed he was rewarded with another spike of pleasure, his cocks once more sliding out of his body as he basked in the strange yet blissful feelings. It felt so good that he didn't even notice when Zooks had come towards him until he felt his body pressing against him.

"It's ok." Zooks said as he nibbled on the other dragon's neck. "Just give in to it... as I have."

As Terry looked down at Zooks there was something different about him that he couldn't quite place, but as felt a cool hand slide up and down his chest he found his rational thoughts being put on the backburner. He returned the ministrations, his moves growing bolder as his hands went from Zooks back down to his tail and then cupping underneath it. This was someone he had just met, but somehow there was a feeling... a need...

Terry grabbed onto Zooks' hips and turned him around, a low growl escaping from his throat as he licked his neck. His scaly skin tasted of the same sweetness that he smelled, which only drove his arousal even further. The smaller male wrapped his tail around him, letting Terry move him where he wanted as his eyes rolled back into his head. The rain dragon nibbled on his neck as he took control, his brain burning with the desire to mount the male in front of him, to dominate him and claim his body as his own. On his end Zooks seemed more than willing to give it to him, wrapping his arms behind his back and trying to press even harder against the other dragon.

"Please... complete me..." Zooks gasped out as he felt the thick hemipenis press against the small of his back. He rubbed his body up and down Terry's, as he did so a thin film began to accumulate on the other dragon's scales. As the humped and fondled each other his body began to lose its opaqueness, his scales going semi-transparent. His body started to become much more yielding, his skin rippling with each pass of the rain-dragon's hand over them. It was particularly apparent every time he passed over the other dragon's slit, his fingers stretching and sinking in as the hidden cock within began to peak out.

Even in his passion-crazed state Terry could see that something strange was happening with Zooks, his draconic body shifting and becoming more and more pliable. It was as though he was turning into gel, his body losing some of his definition as he felt it mold slightly to his own body. He wanted to ask what was happening to him, but as he felt the base of his slickened tail rub against his members the need to breed him consumed him once more. The goo-dragon was still his after all, and he still had yet to properly claim him...

Both Zooks and Terry let out a small gasp as the tips of Terry's hemipenis began to prod against Zook's gooey tailhole. The new 'flesh' made entry extremely easy, his members sliding into the goo-dragon's naturally lubed hole. He had never had anyone that could take both of them at once, at least not right away. He guided the male to a nearby tree, using it as a brace as he grabbed onto his hips and began to pump into him. All Zooks could do was hold onto the hot male behind him as his hole was stretched by the thick pieces of dragonflesh, his chest pinned against the tree as his hands fondled Terry's tailbase.

Terry's fingers scratched down Zooks gooey flesh before finding their way down to his groin, gripping around the dragon's firm yet flexible shaft and beginning to stroke it. At the same time he could feel something prod against his tailhole, the green dragon's hands spreading his cheeks apart as his tail began to squish against it. He eagerly relaxed his muscles, allowing the slick appendage to penetrate him as he continued to thrust forward. With every push of his hips he went deeper and deeper into the dragon, his skin tingling as his firm flesh slapped against the other dragon's gelled cheeks.

With every thrust, every lick, every primal push both Terry and Zooks were rewarded with pleasure beyond their animalistic mating. They were being spurred onward, Terry to push as deeply as he could and milk every last drop of pleasure out of Zooks while Zooks wrapped his body around the other dragon and stimulate as much of his body as he could. The green-goo dragon stretched his neck up and their panting mouths met, not a single thrust out of beat as Terry bent forward and their tongues twined around each other. Terry could taste the sugar-like saliva of the other dragon as their muzzles connected, his tongue whipping around the other's mouth trying to take as much as he could. The tail buried in his backside continued to push into his insides as well, causing him to buck forward every time the swirling appendage bumped against his prostrate.

The two were so engrossed they failed to notice as Zook's body began to shrink, his already smaller body growing thinner the more he pressed against Terry's. Terry's eyes snapped open when he felt his own hand touch his groin, looking down to see his hand wrapped around his own hemipenis with only a few inches of green goo covering his cocks like a sheath. He could also feel his anal muscles clench as the tail inside him began to grow thinner, an empty sensation replacing it. Soon the only thing left was his head, their tongues still wrapped around one another's as Zook's head disappeared into his chest. The last thing to go were his eyes, which looked longingly at him until they too disappeared underneath his flesh.

"Zooks?" Terry said as he was suddenly alone in the woods at night after he had absorbed his new-found friend. "Zooks!"

"What?" _ The rain dragon suddenly heard inside his own head, scaring him so badly that he nearly jumped into one of the nearby trees. _"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you, but you didn't have to call for me like that. You saw where I went after all."

"What's going on?" Terry asked, his hand still absentmindedly stroking his cock as he began to feel his insides shift around.

"No idea." Zooks replied. "Well, not true, I could turn into goo, I knew that... this however..."

Terry was about to respond when he was brought to his knees by the returning sensation of the pent-up pleasure of their mating coursing through his body as he began to change. His muscles began to swell out as he stroked on himself like a man possessed, trying to relieve the blissful pressure in his body. He flipped over onto his back and began to thrust into the air, his claws digging into the ground as his hemi-penises jutted out in the cool air and began to lengthen. Just as he was about to go mad from the pleasure several rings formed underneath the skin of his cocks, then began to move up and down on his twin shafts in a way he had never experienced before. He could hear Zooks moaning in his head as Terry's blue scales became tinged with deep green while his white scales and mane turned into lighter shade.

"Zooks!" Terry cried out as he arched his back high into the air, his cum bursting out of his tools like a fountain as it rained down in the nearby area and onto this scales. It was easily the longest orgasm of his life, unable to count how many jets he shot out before the deluge finally turned into a dribble. At the same time a pair of thick wings flowed out of his back, his flesh flowing into an impressive wingspan as they flapped for the first time in time with his spurts.

Once his last load was spent he collapsed back onto the ground, panting heavily as he closed his eyes. When he did he could feel the presence of Zooks, a mental image of the green and white goo scaled dragon lying next to him. At the same time his own body felt foreign to him, his claws and horns were longer to accompany the extra inches of height and pounds of muscle he put on. He could also feel something he hadn't expected, hollow fangs that gave away the other dragon's poisonous heritage. At the moment though it didn't matter, a deep satisfaction settled within him as his sculpted chest heaved up and down.

"I... probably have some explaining to do." Zooks said as Terry lay there, stark naked in the moonlight covered in his own spunk...

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"Are you sure that everything you wanted is all packed up?" Terry asked mentally as he hoisted both his bag and a second one over his shoulders. "I'm not sure how long we're going to be away from here."

"Well, it's not like I need a whole lot in the first place." Zooks replied, Terry able to hear the grin of the other dragon as he left the treehouse and closed the door behind him. As soon as the two had woken up again they had discussed whether they should stay in Zooks place or continue Terry's traveling. It seemed that the rain dragon's wanderlust had infected his partner though, as they had quickly come to the consensus that they would venture onward. It took a bit for him to get used to their newly augmented body, with Zooks enhancing his strength and speed it took him most of the morning to recalibrate himself so he damage anything.

_"So when do we unmerge?" _ Terry asked as he took one last second to secure everything to his body before taking off.

"Why, want me out already?" Zooks replied teasingly. Terry shuddered as he felt something massage his cock while it was still in his slit, almost causing him to not clear the canopy as he winged it towards the road.

"Hell no, you can stay in there forever for as far as I'm concerned." _ Terry replied. _"I just have so many questions about what happened to us."

There was a brief silence in his headspace, though strangely he could almost feel the goo dragon's act of thinking while he resided in him. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea." Zooks replied._ "Like I said, I don't get many visitors, and those that do don't usually stay the night or I keep the shutters sealed so they're not exposed to whatever caused us to change the way we did. All I can tell you is what I told you last night, that while I lived here I had turned into a goo creature and stayed here until you showed up."_

Terry just nodded silently, but as he passed by a clearing he suddenly air braked with his wings, killing his momentum and gliding down to the opening. Zooks asked him what was happening, but the rain dragon didn't respond as he looked down at the field of green-blue flowers that littered the forest floor. He leaned down and gently sniffed it, taking several deep breaths to get a whiff of the faint odor. "Smell familiar?"

"It's the same scent..." Zooks replied in astonishment. "Quite a bit weaker than what we're exposed to during the night. Astonishing... how did you know that these were there?"

"I flew the same route that we walked last night." Terry thought as he pulled out a soda can and his knife. "This was the area where we had sex... I think these flowers may have grown from our seed."

"You're thinking that some flowers turned me into a gooey shapeshifter, then when you came spurred us on to have sex so we could... propagate their species?"

_" Either way I'm taking one back to be analyzed; it might hold a clue to what happened to us." _ Terry quickly drank the soda and then cut the empty can in half with his knife, using one half to scoop out one of the delicate flowers. Once he had it he put the top half of the can back on and used some of his medical tape to keep the two halves in place. With the two halves secured he punctured the can several times to ensure air flow, and then put it carefully into his backpack before taking off once more. The wind whipped against his face as he flew, unaware that the flower he had enclosed in darkness began to drip a sweet-smelling fluid that steadily soaked into the dirt in the can...