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Great Hospitality

It was late fall, the trees of the Dunesburo National Park had all but shed its leaves in preparation for the soon coming snow. A bitter wind swept through the naked branches and up to the small range of mountains, blowing across the bare rocks. The slope of the hill was considered too treacherous for hiking, though that did not stop the two men who climbed across its steep banks and loose rocks.

"You know this used to be an active volcano at one time?" Harold, the smaller of the two, said as they struggled to get further up the mountain. "I can't imagine living around this thing when it was still gushing lava out of it. This whole hillside could have been covered in it, changing the landscape around it into the formations that we see today."

Ian sighed and rolled his eyes as he heard his younger brother drone on about the history of the mountain they now desperately climbed. Despite being full-grown adults it always seemed like he was only a few steps behind him, he thought to himself, even when it came to the life that they had chosen for themselves. On their backs were the results of their latest endeavor, filled with gold bullion from an armored car that they had robbed. Everything was supposed to go smoothly; they had spent over eight months planning in order for them to make a clean getaway but one misstep while derailing the armored car and both their faces were caught on camera. After that they were on the run, finally resorting to making the dangerous mid-winter climb up one of the country's most feared stretches of mountain trail towards the border.

"It's going to get colder soon." Ian sighed, his breath coming out as a cloud of white vapor as he watched the sun start to sink below the rocky formations. "We need to find shelter immediately or we're going to freeze and I don't feel like wandering around this mountain at night. Start to look for an outcropping that we can hunker down in for the night."

"I really wish we could have gotten cold weather gear." Harold commented, the wind chilling him to the bone.

"We didn't exactly have time to stop at the store before we left." Ian replied bitterly as he clung to himself for warmth. With the police hot on their heels they could only grab what they had brought with them in the getaway car, and their thin windbreakers did nothing against the icy mountain air. While Ian tried to remain hopeful that he and his brother were going to make it with their riches he saw a more likely headline forming in his mind, two thieves found dead in mountains evading police. By now even if they wanted to go back it was too late, with night falling they would quickly become lost before they found civilization.

As Ian mused the possibilities he failed to notice the loose patch of rocks right in front of him, right until he stepped on them. He let out a cry as he felt the ground give way underneath him, his brother gasping in shock as he watched him fall down the mountainside. A blinding pain filled his body as he smashed into several large rocks on the way down, unable to do anything but hold onto his pack as he tumbled down the steep decline. As he fell towards a ravine he tried to stop himself, but he was spinning around far too fast and found himself suspended in mid-air for a brief second before he plummeted to the ground.

His impromptu journey came to a sudden stop as he crashed to the rough stone below, his leg bending backwards with a sickening snap as he crumpled down into a heap. His breath came in raged gasps as his vision began to fade, hearing the sound of his brother's yells up above as he felt his life force drain from his body. As he let the veil of blackness cover him he saw a two glowing lights in the darkness, glowing like purple amethysts before he finally lost consciousness...

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When Ian awoke again he found himself someplace warm, the crackling of a fire next to his body as he slowly regained his senses. It took him a few minutes before he realized that he was in a cave, lying on some sort of homemade bedroll made of furs. He winced as he tried to sit up, his hand moved down to his chest to find that it had been bandaged completely. "We didn't bring any bandages." He said to himself as he looked himself over to see the extent of his injuries.

"Try not to move, several of your ribs are broken." He heard Harold say as the other male suddenly came into his field of vision. "Messed up your leg pretty badly too, you aren't going to be walking on it anytime soon. Of course with the tumble that you took it's lucky that you're even alive."

Ian grunted as he laid back down on the furs, turning as he best he could so that he could face the warmth of the fire. "I suppose so." He replied. "How did you even get me here though? And where did these furs come from? I know we didn't pack anything like these before I left."

"Well, that's the thing I was going to tell you about." Harold replied nervously, looking over to his left before back down at him. "You're right that I wouldn't have been able to save you myself, it took me forever to get down to the ravine you had fallen into. By the time I had reached where you landed... well... someone else had already found you."

Ian jerked up slightly, though that proved to be a mistake as a sharp pain shot through his body and forced him back down on the floor. "Did the sheriff's catch up to us?" He asked worriedly. "How long was I out?"

"No, nothing like that." Harold quickly tried to reassure. "Look, this is going to sound idiotic if I try and explain it, so I'm just going to let your rescuer show you."

As Harold went quiet he heard the sound of very loud breathing, deeper than any human he had ever heard. He slowly turned his head and gasped; causing him to wince in pain as he saw those same violet eyes that he had seen in the darkness, save for the glowing as the creature moved into the light of the fire. The word 'dragon' immediately came to mind when he saw it, dark grey scales the color of the surrounding stone glinting as its sinewy body moved towards him. "I'm glad to see that you've come back." The creature stated, his voice reverberating in his body with a tone as old as the stone he laid on.

"Um, thanks." Ian replied, unsure of how to respond as the horse-sized creature sat down in front of him. "I'm sorry to intrude on your... lair, as soon as I can get on my feet we'll get out of your... hair..."

A small smile crept across the dragon's face as he cradled his huge snout in one of his paws. "Quite the sense of humor on you." He said with a small smile. "While my knowledge of human anatomy is not the greatest, I do believe that you will not be moving for a few days. I can help speed up your healing, but I'm afraid that you will be my houseguests for the foreseeable future. You can use this room, I'll see if I can find some more furs for you Harold."

Once the dragon had left their sights they turned to each other, hushing their voices as they discussed their plans. While their situation was certainly unusual, they had to admit that a few days hiding in a bunch of completely concealed caves would help them evade capture while the heat was still on them. The only wild card in their deck was the dragon; they didn't know what angle the creature was working or what he wanted. They would have to deal with him when the time comes though, they agreed, right now they had their lives and their jewelry and that was enough.

"Harold." The two of them suddenly heard, the dragon tossing a roll of furs into the cave. "I would like to speak to you for a second, if you'll walk with me." Harold gave him a reassuring pat on Ian's shoulder before standing up and following the dragon out. The young male felt his muscles tense as he walked next to the ancient creature, his skin brushing his scales and feeling their warmth as they moved through the catacombs.

"While I consider myself rather generous, I'm not going to shelter and feed you two for free." The dragon said as they walked. "I'd like to take the time now to discuss how you will be paying me back."

Harold gulped a second, looking into those amethyst eyes and seeing the calculating intelligence behind them. "Do not worry; I do not seek the pilfered jewels that you have brought with you." The dragon said with a smirk, causing the human's jaw to drop slightly in surprise. "Your kind have long since forgotten to shield your thoughts, they are as apparent to me as if you had spoken them out loud. But it is not my horde that I need help with, I'm afraid that while chasing my various pursuits I tend to get a bit... cluttered."

As they walked into a large cave Harold had to do a double take. The entire space, which could have easily fit a small house in it, was filled with bookshelves. But the books were not there; instead they were stacked or put into heaps surrounding what looked like huge, overstuffed pillows. "You want me put all these back?" The human asked, astounded.

"Oh no, of course not." The dragon replied with a huge smile. "I want you to put them all away alphabetically and by subject."

"I don't... I don't even..." Harold stammered as the dragon began to show him around, picking up one of the thick, heavy tomes. "Most of these don't even look like words."

"I will provide you the means to understand all the texts." The dragon said dismissively. "Once you are done with that I will consider your debt paid. We'll start tomorrow; I don't have the energy to provide you with a universal translator spell at the moment. Now rest up, you're going to need it."

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For the next week both Harold and Ian stayed down in the cave complex that lay below the mountain, though neither of them could even tell the passage of time. The only way they knew whether it was day or night was when the dragon, who introduced himself as Treori, came back from one of his hunting trips to tell them so. Ian for the most part stayed in the cave that had become their temporary residence, leaving only to clean up his wounds in the underground river that had replaced the magma that ran through them. True to the dragon's word his magic was healing his battered body at an astonishing rate, his bones already set and the gashes healing up while his bruises going from an angry black to a sickly yellow.

Harold, on the other hand, spent most of his time in the library. The spell that Treori had given him caused his eyes to glow a faint purple as he looked through the tomes, sitting on one of the huge pillows with the thick leather tome resting open between his legs. At first he had started to put them away without a care to the contents, looking only at the titles before putting them away how the dragon wanted. As he got to the ones that referred to the theory of magic, however, his interest had piqued as he flipped through more and more of the ancient books. By the end of the week he had spent more time reading then he did putting them away, though the dragon didn't seem to mind and actually spent more time checking up on him. While at first it made him apprehensive, as time went on he actually found himself enjoying his talks with him, especially the more he studied and could keep up with his knowledge of magic.

"Your brother is waiting and the food is getting cold." Treori said as he walked in, looking around the partially organized room. "This place is shaping up nicely... oh my, my alchemist set! I wondered where that went..."

"Are you talking about that bench with all the equipment on it?" Harold replied as he gently set the book aside and stood up. "I found it under a small mountain of books on alchemical theory, which makes sense I guess. It's quite a fascinating process, manipulating the vibrations of their magical auras in order to change their basic properties."

"I see someone's been feeding a completely different appetite." Treori chuckled as he circled around the table. "You have a thirst for knowledge that is not unlike my own, I admire that. So you've read on alchemical theory, would you care to see it in practice?"

Harold's heart nearly skipped a beat when the dragon asked him if he wished to see more magic. The only things he had actually seen of the subject was when the dragon enchanted his eyes and when he was healing his brother, with all the reading he had done he had been eager to see it put into practice. The dragon began with explaining to him all the equipment on the table, which he was surprised to find that human already knew quite a bit of. When he was done with the basics on that he showed him several reagents and the transmutation runes that would be needed to provide the magical field to make a potion.

"Why don't we start with something simple for your first time." Treori said as he picked out several of the reagents he had just shown him. "I will instruct you on each step, and you will perform it."

The human was surprised when the dragon told him he would be the one making the potion, but his excitement prevented him from asking why as he merely nodded. It was the first time since his brother that anyone had taken him under their wing, in this case quite literally as he began to arrange the rune stones in a specific pattern. He never had proper schooling, him and his brother turning to a life of crime at a rather early age. Having someone stand behind him and instruct him on something felt rather good, the dragon a gentle teacher as the runes began to glow and give off quite a bit of heat which caused the human to begin to sweat.

"Mmmm, you appear to be in a bit of discomfort, young Harold." Treori commented as he watched him wipe the sweat from his brow. "I suppose those runes do throw off quite a bit of heat when they're active. Perhaps you would be more comfortable shedding those garments for now, just while performing alchemy."

Harold thought about it for a second, but as his shirt began to cling to his skin he realized that if he didn't take off his clothing right now they would soon be soaked by his own perspiration. He started with his shirt, uncovering his modest amount of chest hair that covered his wiry frame as he tossed it aside. His pants and underwear were next, leaving the entirety of his light olive skin bare as he went back to the alchemist's table. While normally he would have been uncomfortable with being naked with another, he found that the company of the dragon was still welcome as they went back to work, not noticing small grin that played at his teacher's lips while he watched him strip.

"Alright then, you've got the ethereal field at just the right strength." Treori complimented as he shrank himself to a slightly smaller form, rearing up on his hind legs behind Harold and holding onto his arms. "This next part can be rather touchy and requires precise movements." The human male tried to stifle a shiver as he felt those warm scales press against his back, the dragon intimately close to him as he guided his hands through the next step. He could feel his hot breath against his neck as he talked, feeling it wash against his skin as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

What Harold failed to notice that as they continued to work his body had begun to alter slightly, though it was quite apparent to the dragon behind him. He could see that the thin covering of body hair had begun to thicken considerably, wrapping around his back as well as the color drained from it save for several places. It didn't turn white; instead it became similar to quicksilver while it moved down to his crotch and over his shoulders. "So I just add the elderroot a pinch at a time?" Harold asked, so focused on his task he failed to notice his fingernails darkening while he took up a small handful of the dark blue powder.

"Exactly right, young one." Treori replied, his hands moving down his arms and to his chest, feeling the muscle shift and grow under his firm paws. His smile grew as the human grew more accepting to his touches, though he didn't dare try anything to break the changing human's focus. It wasn't the dragon's magic that was changing Harold's body, Treori mused as he watched his student's hair grow long and straight and his fur-covered ears shifting upwards through the silvery hair as they rounded into points, but rather the ethereal energy they worked with as the potion came to its final stages. It made his plans all the easier, hardly able to keep his cock from poking out of his slit as the fur spread over Harold's butt and his spine began to extend into a long, ropy tail. As his legs shifted into a slightly more bestial stance the flesh of his groin began to wrap around his cock, giving him a plump sheath which bulged as his member changed within.

"Congratulations, your first concoction is complete." Treori said as he reached over and grabbed the light green bottle from the rune circle, the stones ceasing to glow. "All that's left is to test your results."

Harold felt his nervousness spike as the bottle was brought up to his lips, unsure of what he had even made since the dragon never disclosed what their final goal was. But the dragon had been kind to him thus far, he thought as he put his mouth to the opening of the bottle and closing his eyes, it wouldn't make sense for him to betray his trust. As soon as he had formed a seal to the mouth of the bottle it was tipped back, a surprisingly sweet liquid running over his tongue as his elongating teeth clicked against the glass. He continued to drink until the bottle was half-empty, by the time it was taken away his thicker tongue licked the residue of the drink from his new muzzle.

"So what does it-" Harold started ask as he wiped his mouth on his arm to dry it, only to realize for the first time that it was covered in thick fur. He gasped in shock, almost falling backwards had the dragon not been there to block him as he looked over his body. "I'm a... I'm..." his eyes fluttered slightly as he started to feel the anxiety leave him, slumping slightly against the dragon as his tense muscles relaxed. "What happened to me?"

"The human form is very inefficient when it comes to magic." Treori happily explained as he saw the potion begin to take effect, a dopey grin appearing on the former human's face. "It seems that it tapped into a latent part of your ancestry and brought it to the forefront, overriding your human self and greatly increasing your capacity for magic. You had Felinis blood running through your veins, the leopard subspecies if I'm not mistaken. It's not uncommon, some humans have two or three of the ancient races in their history before they veiled themselves from the rest of the world."

"I see." Harold replied, letting out a playful laugh as he felt the dragon rub against his chest, which had gained more definition from his transformation. "But if this is from magic, then what does the potion do?"

"It's called 'Distillation of Delight'." The dragon replied as he became bolder, his thick draconic length beginning to slide out as his paws moved down to the new leopard's sides. "Greatly lowers inhibitions, provides a mild aphrodisiac, induces euphoria, and relaxes some muscles while stimulating others..."

"So you gave me a sex potion." Harold said as he continued to grin, though every so often a moan escaped his lips from the dragon's ministrations as his paws continued to explore his body. "Don't tell Ian this, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be with another male. I like women, don't get me wrong, but even when they take the lead it's hard to picture them truly in control."

"Bit of a submissive streak in you I see." Treori replied, the leopard man like putty in his paws as he began to knead the fuzzy sheath and the prize within as he shifted his stance. "I thought as much when I saw you following your brother around like a puppy while you were here."

"He is the eldest." Harold managed to reply before his claws dug into the wood of the table, his eyes opened wide in shock as he felt something thick break past the relaxed ring of his ass and push into his body. He leaned forward and spread his legs a bit, using the table to brace himself as the dragon's scaly crotch press against his firm cheeks while he held him by the hips. Even though he couldn't feel any movement behind him he could still feel more of his thick tool pushing inside him, realizing with some surprise that the dragon's cock was still emerging from his vent and going straight into him!

Words could no longer express the intensity of pleasure the leopard felt as the dragon stretched him out, even with the potion he still felt almost uncomfortably full as the dragon's paws came down on the sides of his body. He was completely under his control he realized as he laid there on the warm wooden table; even if he wanted to he couldn't stop the dragon that had mounted him so completely. Escape was one of the furthest things from his mind though, his altered mind relishing in the powerful dragon pressing against him while that huge cock rested inside him. It was more amazing then he could have imagined, and as Treori began to slide out of him he knew it was only going to get better.

Harold let out a loud yowl as the dragon was gentle yet firm with him in the beginning, going in slow, measured strokes. Treori's aiming was impeccable, every time the tapered head of his cock pushed in and rubbed against his prostrate, which caused his feline member to jump as it bobbed out of his sheath. The table creaked loudly as the dragon began to thrust harder and harder, becoming more savage as he bucked his member as far into the transformed human as possible. Harold was more than willing to oblige him, rising up his leg as far as he could in order to accommodate the dragon's impressive girth inside him to bring him even more pleasure.

"Oh God, Treori!" Harold called out as he heard the dragon let out a low roar, pumping what felt like a gallon of dragon spunk into his body. His own cock spurted onto the heavy wooden table, his changed seed coating the runes as they climaxed together. The leopard leaned against the dragon as they both panted, letting their orgasms subside while pressing against one another. "That was amazing..."

"Sorry about the roughness." Treori apologized sheepishly as he slowly slid out of him; Harold's jaw dropping as he saw the foot and a half of draconic cock that had been in him. "It's been a while since I had guests."

"Well that's a shame, you certainly have wonderful hospitality." Harold replied as he lay back on the pillow, allowing the dragon's eyes to have full view of his lithe, naked body. "It's also a shame that my brother will not have anything to do with it."

Treori grinned even wider as he shook the half-empty bottle of potion that they had created only minutes before. "We'll see about that..."

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Ian panted as he continued to walk through the seemingly endless maze of tunnels, trying his best to remember each one. Even though the dragon had done nothing to harm them as of yet, there was no guarantee that they were going to ever let them go. Plus he had his brother working on 'shelving books' to pay off their debt, which as the days went on Harold talked more and more about. Something strange was going on here, he reasoned, and he wasn't going to let it get him. As soon as he had the capability to run he was going to do so, with or without his brother in tow.

As he reached an intersection that he thought he was familiar with he found that another path had been added to it, one that led further down into the mountain. He took a second to look for the secret marks he had made to help him differentiate, and when he saw that it was indeed the same hallway that he had traveled down before he stared down the new passageway. His thoughts began to race as he wondered if the dragon had the power to move tunnels in any way he saw fit, effectively trapping them forever. Or, as he continued to process the scene in front of him, perhaps it was a secret passageway that the dragon had accidently left open. Either way it was a possible advantage he could exploit and he immediately started down the open passageway.

It took nearly ten minutes for him to go down the passageway, limping along the grey stone floor as it sloped downwards. When he got to the bottom he nearly fell over in surprise at what greeted him, his eyes widening. On the floor was pile of gold and gemstones, from loose gems and gold bars to ornate jewelry. It made what he and his brother stole mere trinkets in comparison, the dragon's hoard filling nearly the entire chamber.

"It's... beautiful..." he said as he hobbled over and fell to his knees in the pile of gold coins. "We could live forever off of the coins alone."

"Indeed you probably could." Ian spun around to see Treori at the entranceway. "Though I would like to see how you'd move my entire hoard all by yourself."

"By myself?" Ian gasped slightly, his stomach turning slightly as the possible implications. "Did you do something to my brother?"

The dragon showed the faintest hint of a smile and moved forward, tossing a piece of jerky and a waterskin to him. "Your brother has decided to stay with me." Treori informed him. "He has quite the aptitude for magic and my library is second to none, just like my hoard that you're kneeling in. I believe you called my treasures beautiful?"

Ian let out a small huff as he grabbed the jerky and waterskin, taking a bite of the meat. "I just meant that they were valuable is all." He said defensively. "With a stash like this you could have whatever you wanted."

"I suppose you are right." Treori said as he picked up one of the more ornate pieces of his collection, a carving of a small house made out of quartz, and gave it to him. "Destroy this."

"What, why?" Ian asked in confusion.

"I have far more valuable things in my collection then this." Treori replied with a shrug. "I just want to see you do it. Smash it to the ground and I'll not only help you and your brother get to the nearest town but I'll let you pick over my collection to supplement your gains."

Ian looked down at the small statue, running a finger over the engravings in the crystal. If he threw it down he knew the crystal would not survive the impact, shattering what must have taken a craftsman days to create. Even though he was being given a free ticket by the dragon he didn't have the heart to destroy something in such intricate detail. With a small sigh he handed Treori the carving, who gave him a genuine smile as he put it right back where he found it.

"Thought so." Treori said, watching intently as Ian uncorked the waterskin and took a long drink from it. "Your brother informed me that while at times there were easier targets to steal money or other valuables you preferred to take jewelry instead. He also told me that it was usually up to him to sell the objects, and if you had your way you would have your own little hoard."

Ian finished the contents of the waterskin and wiped the remains of the green fluid from his lips. "So I appreciate good art." He confessed, his skin starting to feel warm and tingly as he sat down in the pile of coins. "I also appreciate being surrounded by gold like this, must be nice to have something like this in your scaly clutches."

"Indeed." Treori said as he continued to watch as the human grew more and more uncomfortable in his clothing, the potion he had slipped into the waterskin taking effect. "You seem uncomfortable, your clothes bothering you?"

Ian nodded, feeling slightly confused as he began to take off his shirt to see if a bug had crawled into it. When he got it off his upper body suddenly felt much better, much less constrained then before. Treori licked his lips as he looked over his half-naked form, the male more muscular then his brother with a defined chest and visible abs. The dragon was amazed to see that his body had already started to shift, his skin thickening as he watched the human try to get by with only his pants on. That was a losing battle as well though, and soon both pants and underwear were on the ground next to his shirt.

"What the hell..." he said as he looked down at his mended leg. It was far thicker than his other leg, covered in what he assumed to be molted skin. His foot had become misshapen as well, now configured to stand on the balls of his feet as he wiggled his clawed toes. He knew he should have felt panic at that moment, but as the fear began to well up in his body it was quickly suppressed, leaving him concerned but calm. "What did you do to me?"

"All I did was heal your leg." Treori replied as he walked over to the struggling human. He wasn't as quick to succumb to his desires as his brother had, the dragon mused, but he could smell the change on him both physically and mentally. "The magic that has saturated your body seems to be unlocking an ancient ancestral bloodline in you, much like it did your brother."

"What happened to my brother?" He asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the need to fight was sapped from his body.

"See for yourself." Treori replied as he nodded over towards the entrance.

Ian gasped as he saw a silver leopard man standing in the doorway, eyes still glowing with a slight amethyst hue to them as he swayed over towards him. "Hello brother." He said, lying down on the gold next to him and running a finger along his scales. "A dragon... I have to say I'm jealous, thought you would change into a leopard like myself. So much for having a family resemblance anymore."

"Harold, we have to leave." Ian replied, pushing the amorous feline off of him. "This isn't you! Help me up and we can get out of here, we can get help!"

"Help?" Harold replied, stroking down his scaled thighs and causing his entire body to tremble from the touch. "The only thing you need help is in seeing how wonderful this is. I never told you this, but I hated our lifestyle. We were always on the run, never being in the same place more than a few weeks. I know you enjoyed the life of a rogue so I never said anything, but we have a chance to change here in more ways than one."

Treori watched as Ian's resistance began to falter under his former brother's touch, though he could tell that one idea in particular was holding him back as golden scales began to slowly creep across his skin. Even with the potion he could tell that the changing human had repressed himself quite a bit, not even entertaining the thought of reciprocating the leopard's advances. "Harold, I think you're making him nervous, step back and let me see if I can't help him."

While Harold looked dismayed he nodded and moved away, the dragon quickly taking up his position. He could see Ian relax a bit more, though as he looked down at his huge erection he gulped slightly. "I'm not here to force you to do anything." Treori said as he stroked his cheek. "I'm merely offering you a new life here with me, a better one. I know you are just as tired as Harold was about your current situation, and if you want you can still stay here as a guest until I find a way to untransform you."

Ian could feel his lower lip quiver a bit as the dragon's words hit home. The only one to ever really care about him was his brother, but as he sat there in the pile of gold he could feel just how genuine Treori really was. It was like he could read his thoughts, looking into those purple orbs and feeling the want for him to accept his advances. The stoic, hard exterior he had put up to face the outside world began to deteriorate, reaching out with a clawed hand and touching the dragon's cheek. Treori leaned forward, gently pressing his muzzle against his lips and kissing him. When he didn't retreat from it he slipped his paws around him and pressed his chest against his as their embrace became more passionate.

"Will you be my mate?" Treori purred.

Ian hesitated for a moment, looking over at Harold who gave him a slight nod before turning back to the dragon. "Yes." He replied, almost in tears as he hugged around the dragon's neck. "Thank you so much Treori, for what you've done for me and my brother."

"I should be the one thanking you." Treori replied, his huge length pressing against their stomachs as Ian's lust began to get the better of him now that the tension had passed. "I was all alone before you two showed up, and I thought that's how I wanted it. Now... I never want to feel that way again."

Ian smiled a bit, which became contorted for a second as the golden scales spread to his face which began to extend out into a proper muzzle. After a bit more talking and groping Ian got to his hands and knees, his new tail whipping around excitedly as he felt the dragon get ready to mount him. He closed his eyes as he let his old life slip away, feeling nothing but contentment and pleasure as he opened himself completely to Treori. After a bit of loosening him up he gasped as he felt the tip of the dragon push into him, opening his now reptilian amethyst eyes in surprise. He had never even thought of doing anything to himself back there, trusting the dragon absolutely as he was pushed forward into the gold as his cheeks were spread apart by the thick cock inside him.

A hazy look of pleasure crossed his face as he let his mate take him, his altered physique allowing him to take the massive amount of dragon meat that slid in and out of him. As Treori took him from behind he was surprised when he felt something warm and wet on his own genitals, looking under him to see the leopard eagerly slurping on the eight inches of his own dragon cock. With a huge grin on his face he reached over and slid the other male's body until they were parallel to each other, the feline length jutting out from the silvery fur of his sheath. He realized that the leopard was his mate as well, the three of them connected as he carefully took his fang-filled maw and lowered it on the leopard's cock.

The three continued their lovemaking through the night, eventually ending up tangled together on the pile of treasure with content looks on their faces and their scales and fur sticky with seed. Treori could hear the soft breathing of his new lovers and wondered why he hadn't done this before. Now that he had stoked the fires of his passions he found his desires to be near insatiable, but a small grin crossed his face as he closed his eyes, thinking how lucky he was to have found two sexy males with similar needs since the potion's effects wore off long before they had finished.

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"I think this one would be perfect for your next enchantment." Ian said as he handed Harold a diamond-studded silver bracelet, draping it over his furry arm. "It would look good on you too."

"Aww, thanks love." Harold replied as he gave him a quick kiss on his scaly cheek before going back to his book. "I think I can use this to enhance our camouflage so we can stay in town longer in human form. Maybe we could actually go on a date then instead of just using it to get supplies."

The two just grinned at each other as they sorted through the last of the jewelry they had stolen in their previous lives. A month had passed since they had gone out into the mountains to escape arrest and found Treori. Now their old human lives seemed like a thing of the past, Harold was well on his way to mastering magic while Ian found his passion not only in appreciating works of art but also in creating his own. They had even converted part of the library, which had continued to remain impeccably organized thanks to the leopard, to a workshop so that the two could be together while they worked.

While they continued to work they saw Treori walk into the room, both of their tails wagging as they saw him. "I swear sometimes we should just set up a bed in here." He joked as he kissed them both. "While I was out on my hunt I saw a group of hikers who seem to be a bit lost, from the looks of it they've been up here for a while now. There's a storm coming in from the east, I think we should invite them in until the storm blows over."

"Of course." Harold replied, sharing a knowing grin with the other two. "We do have wonderful hospitality after all..."