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Zennith felt a shiver run down his back and through his tail as he approached the door to the innermost chamber of the tomb. The dust on the stone underfoot was thick enough it felt like a moldered carpet, and the air was so deathly still not even a single cobweb impeded his passage. The Tomb of Eridug had remained hidden beneath the sun-scorched and sand-blasted desert for untold years, and while none of its fabled curses or traps had proven real the unexplainable things he'd seen and very lifelessness of the ancient structure weighed upon the dragon.

It had begun earlier as a none-too-subtle feeling of unease, as if unseen eyes were watching just behind his back. Sometimes, it felt like the gentlest brush from a passing stranger would caress his shoulder or wrist, but the instant he reached for it or turned to look it was gone. The dragon had seen things deeper inside the tomb that couldn't have been- statues that seemed to speak silently or scream, passageways that weren't there appearing for a blink before disappearing, and shadows cast by his headlight dancing like demons. Zennith knew he had to be more than a kilometer underground by now, and despite the occasional pool of stagnant water or dusting of moss he hadn't seen so much as an insect after he'd opened the outer door to the tomb proper. Now, standing before the final barrier between him and the legendary resting place of Eridug, he was beginning to wonder whether he was about to do something he would forever regret.

Zennith gently traced his claws along the stone door and felt the outer surface peel away like clay. "I hope the walls and ceiling hold up better than this..." the dragon muttered.

Zennith drew his fingers back and dusted the residue off his claws, but before he could so much as take a step away from the door the rest of the stone began to crack and crumble, falling into chunks. The stone burst into chalky powder as it hit the ground.

"Shit!" Zennith cursed. The dragon leapt backwards as a large piece of rubble fell away and hit the floor where he'd just been standing. The sound was like a chunk of ice-covered snow falling onto asphalt. He coughed as the room filled with dust, and slowly backed away.

Zennith blinked the dust from his eyes and focused on the now-collapsed doorway. He could see just past the settling cloud of crumbled stone, into the actual tomb beyond. There was a massive sarcophagus made of black stone just inside- Eridug's final resting place! The ancient king- and more importantly, whatever he was buried with- was finally within his reach!

But the thrill was short-lived.

The sarcophagus's lid jumped up, and began to slowly levitate upwards by itself. It wobbled a bit in the air as it rose, slowly melting into a cloud of greasy black smoke. The smell was harsh- like burning oil- and made the dragon shudder as it passed by his snout.

The sarcophagus shook, sending dust cascading off its sides. Suddenly, Zennith felt a blast of ineffable energy sweep over his mind like a tidal wave of cacophonous, senseless thoughts and emotions. His flashlight died instantly. The dragon felt time itself seem to slow as his muscles all gave out at once, and he began to fall.

Zennith felt detached from his body- he willed himself to stand, to blink, to turn his head, to do *anything* but found it impossible to do anything as time came to a standstill for him. Frozen inside the instant, he could just barely see a black, oily bulge welling up from the sarcophagus, just beyond the floating specs of dust hanging in the air like stars. Unlike everything else in his peripheral vision, the ooze was expanding and swelling up into the air in real time, moving when all the rest of the world seemed to be held fast.

The ooze vibrated, and then surged up into a leering draconic visage the same as his own countenance. Scales and horns and teeth bubbled up and then froze into solid shapes, even as parts of the oily creature melted and dripped back down into the open sarcophagus. Was it a dragon too, of a sort?

Zennith felt his fear slowly fade away as the head formed itself, followed by a pair of half-formed, clawed hands that grasped the side of the sarcophagus. Strange thoughts welled up in the dragon's mind, raw emotions that felt like the tendrils of an alien mind reaching out and brushing his. Even as terrified as he was, Zennith could do little as the alien presence drained the fear from his mind, and touched his thoughts with whispers of words.

'Discord-Asymmetry-Failure-Rot-Decay-'

He heard the words, and yet he heard no sound. The babbling seemed to collide with his own thoughts; alien and yet horribly intimate. Each word seemed to drain energy and heat from his body. Zennith pushed the other presence away with a surge of willpower, but it returned in an instant and then grew louder.

'-Stilled-Silenced-Held-Bound-BROKEN-TRAPPED-TORTURED-SILENCED-'

The words stung deep. 'Stop! Stop! Get out of my head, whatever you are!' Zennith thought, fighting against whatever power the monster was trying to quench his mind with.

The oozing maw of the dragon-form curled into a silent snarl. 'ALONE! ALONE AND SEALED AND LOST AND STUCK AND DENIED PLEASURE AND DENIED PAIN AND-'

'AAAAAAAAAGH!' Zennith screamed back at the voice within his mind. Fragments of Eridug's legend came to mind- that some scholars of the arcane thought the real name of Eridug's Tomb was the Tomb of Eridug's Ban, and that the ancient king had dug the tomb in the deepest rock he could find well before his death to seal something away that needed protection. That, in fact, the many long-decayed traps and wards placed upon the Tomb were put there to keep out the Tav, the marked ones who served an evil god. Zennith had always thought that the marked ones of legend had wanted to seize Eridug's treasure for themselves, but he knew now he'd been entirely wrong...

'-ROCK AND STILLNESS AND LIFELESSNESS ALL AROUND AND ALONE AND COLD AND AFRAID AND UN-LOVED AND-"

The words struck Zennith with physical force, battering his already depleted willpower. Cold paralysis swept over him like an unnatural shiver, as though his body was being encased in ice. The dragon felt a horrific lurch in his mind as arms solidified behind the ooze-creature's paws, and the whole oily mass suddenly heaved itself forward out of its resting place.

Zennith felt time began to flow again with a jarring crash, and fell down to his knees before catching himself. He looked up in time to see a shower of dust fall onto the ooze creature and melt into more black, viscous ooze. The creature moved forward in lurches, dragging an unformed lump of mass behind its draconic forelimbs and head. It's back solidified with each step, forming a sturdy set of legs and a great, swaying tail. The upper back began to bubble and the creature shuddered mid-step as a pair of tarry wings burst forth, spraying the area around it with ooze that immediately began to dribble and crawl back towards the main, dragon-shaped mass...

It was close now, its shape solidifying. The creature's voice returned, with simple, undeniable, icy clarity.

'NEVER AGAIN. NEVER AGAIN TRAPPED. NEVER AGAIN ALONE.'

Zennith could only watch in horror as the creature, now looking like a mirror image of himself, approached closer and closer, stretching it's neck forward and down towards him until he could stare into the dark portals of its eyes. The ooze creature's eyes were like bare singularities, impossibly deep things that he couldn't even bear to try and look away from. But as the beast approached and its lifeless shape loomed over him, a most curious change seemed to take place on the ooze creature's melting visage.

Strangely enough it smiled at him with a warm expression, like his own grin.

'DO NOT FEAR. WE ARE DIFFERENT. BUT WE CAN CHANGE.'

Warmth and life suddenly flooded back into the awe-struck dragon. Zennith opened his maw to take a needed breath, and the ooze creature's muzzle slid forward and pressed against his. It was the same temperature as the air around, with the texture of semi-solid quicksilver and a metallic taste that nothing real could compare to. Zennith felt the creature's oozing muzzle smack against his own in a parody of a kiss. The amorphous, bitter-tasting tongue splashed against his and spread across it, and then slowly sank down his throat as the kiss enveloped his whole maw. Lukewarm, metallic ooze pressed down his throat, and then right into his lungs and stomach. Zennith fell down to all fours as cold radiated into, and then from, his core. Ooze was spewing into his stomach so fast he could feel it expanding, but he was powerless to pull away. Waves of slimy ooze splashed over his muzzle and then crawled over his skin as the thing engulfed him from the muzzle downward, slowly pulling him in...

"Mmm-rgh!" Zennith roared. The ooze suppressed most of the sound. "Mmmmmgh!" the dragon roared again, no louder. He tried to pull himself away from the alien creature, and found his muscles weaker than an infant's. More words without sound battered his consciousness. It was so close now, coming from the *inside*...

'-NOT SCARED NOT WORRIED NOT AFRAID WILLING AND HAPPY AND PEACEFUL AND COOPERATIVE AND FRIEND AND-'

Zennith convulsed as the ooze clutched at his heart. It stopped beating, and as it did warmth slowly flooded back into his body...

'-LOVING AND KIND AND IN NEED AND MOST GRATEFUL AND FRIENDLY AND-'

He stumbled forward blindly, while ooze swept over his back and then trickled lower still. It spread up over his tail, and then down, well past his pants. He felt the ooze wash down his slit and around his rump, and then down his thighs and legs. Force built around his body as the ooze gave him a sucking hug, pulling him in even deeper. Zennith shuddered as he felt ooze engulf his feet and tailtip, completely absorbing him. Mercifully, though his lungs were filled up with slime he felt no need to breathe. The dragon felt a comforting warmth spreading through him, radiating out from his ooze-stuffed belly. He also felt a tingling feeling around his rear as the ooze began to put pressure on his tailhole, and a similar feeling in his slit as ooze poured into the protected confines of his sex...

'-SHOW LOVE SHOW PLEASURE SHOW KINDNESS-See?-'

The last word was spoken with something almost like human emotion. Was it asking him a question? What did it think it was-

Zennith suddenly shivered as another oozing tentacle drove deep up his tailhole and into his guts, slowly working its way through his insides and making them too feel warm and stuffed. The dragon shuddered again as the ooze pooling inside his male-slit suddenly grew into a thin, amorphous tentacle, curling around his limp maleness. The ooze pumping and pulsing around in his filled slit squeezed right around his cock, gripping it firmly in place as pressure built around the head of his dragonhood. Zennith tried to roar in shock as the tentacle pushed into the taut opening at the end of his length, going still further. Slimy ooze poured right through his urethra and down into his balls, and instantly warmth poured into the dragon's sex and through into the rest of his body, meeting the streams of ooze that were flowing in from elsewhere. The shock of it was completely blotted out by an orgasmic pleasure that rippled out from his dragonhood and into the rest of his body.

'All is love. All is togetherness. All is the ecstasy of existence, the joy of the one-song...'

Feeling far too hot and heavy to move or resist, Zennith felt his shaft harden instantly and spring from his slit and into the ooze around him. He shook with pleasure, his whole body feeling like it was melting with warmth. He could feel the ooze mixing together his gullet and spreading out into the rest of his body, making him grow larger and less solid. The thick tentacles pumping into his mouth and tailhole slowly became stuck to him, and then melded with his hot, softening scales. Zennith, barely aware of anything save the feeling of great warmth all around him, laid himself lower still, and let his tail rest on the ground. It stuck there for a moment, and began to melt as well...

Zennith moaned into the tentacle melding with his tongue as his wings suddenly grew hot, numb and heavy. The leathery flesh and powerful flight muscles burned wonderfully as they melted into ooze, while his bones held out a few seconds longer before succumbing as well. Slightly disturbed, the dragon tried to lift them and felt the gooey flaps twitch away, but thick strands of amorphous ooze held them fast to the scales of his upper back. A very similar feeling cramped his hands together as they changed and made them swell up with slime, and when they reformed they felt far felt too large.

Suddenly, the ooze covering his muzzle began to melt around his muzzle and head, and Zennith found himself again able to see in the tomb. Able to see... considerably better in the dim light, actually...

Ooze poured down the dragon's throat, slowly clearing it. Zennith coughed a few times, spitting ooze of from his maw and onto the ground below. He watched the slime flow back towards his hands, joining with his claws and making them grow slightly larger. As he had feared, they'd become hulking forepaws, studded with claws that remained hard even though the rest of his gooey hands felt like molten-hot tar. Zennith struggled to rise, standing up on all fours and finding it harder to get much further. He rose onto his hindpaws, but the effort made his whole body quiver like a jelly.

'DOWN-DOWN-DOWN-ENJOY-APPRECIATE-'

The dragon obeyed, falling back down to all fours. Weary, but with a growing state of alarm he turned from side to side to inspect himself. His whole body was made of thickened ooze! It had spread everywhere, save for his head! "Woah! What did you do to me!?" he screamed.

'CHANGED-ADAPTED-MOLDED-SHAPED-RIGHT-BETTER-BEST-'

"Goddamnit!" Zennith yelled, as the ooze forming his hide suddenly squeezed down around the rest of his body in a tremendously strange self-hug. Whatever the alien had done to him it kept his body in roughly the same shape, even though he felt it constantly shifting and melting around itself. "Okay! You have me! What do you want!?"

'ARE ONE, FROM TWO. DIFFERENT CREATURES. DIFFERENT MINDS. DOES NOT MATTER, SO LONG AS THEY SING. WE MUST FIND MORE TO SING THE MINDSONG. IT MUST GROW STRONGER.'

"What? I think I know why they sealed you in here! We're- argh!" Zennith said. He stood up and tried to walk back into the tomb chamber- maybe it could still hold them both- but found his limbs betraying him. Against his will, his paws wrenched themselves around and pointed him towards the door, leaving him to watch helpless as he carried the slime out. They passed by ward after cracked, worn ward, the last lights of magical power flaring up and burning away as the passed...

'SEALED NO MORE. ONE NO MORE. SOON, MANY. SOON, ALIVE!'

Zennith shivered suddenly; the last thoughts came to him with a revoltingly alien glee. He felt two intense spikes of warmth spread through the inside of his sex, pouring into his balls. "What? No... can't let you... spread..." Zennith protested.

'MUST SPREAD. MUST JOIN MORE VOICES TO OUR MINDSONG.'

"No! No mind-singing! That is-" Zennith said.

'MUST. FEEL OUR NEED?'

"No, you are *not* using me to- argh!" The dragon cried aloud. "Rrgh!" Zennith growled, trying hard not to moan as incendiary pleasure roiled through his growing testicular flesh. The slime making up his sex rearranged itself to the alien's wishes, drawing mass away from his arms, legs and tail and forcing the rest of him to shrink away. His cock quickly everted, turning solid and thick in seconds as his balls bulged out from inside his slimy mass. Powerful sexual tension spread from his rear as his growing balls absorbed more and more of his body. Worse, Zennith felt the slimy cum inside his growing balls slosh and churn with such intensity it felt as though he was on the verge of cumming every few seconds...

'MUST SPREAD. MUST GROW. UNDERSTAND?'

Zennith gave a sharp cry; the stimulation was becoming painful. Tears of pleasure poured from his eyes as he fell against the ground. A massive wave of pleasure shot through his body as his hardened cock rubbed against the stone underfoot. Spurred by lust, the dragon immediately began humping against the dusty floor, feeling his dick grow harder and thicker than the rest of his body as his arousal grew...

'UNDERSTAND NEED? UNDERSTAND LIFE.'

He kept grinding his rubbery, flexible cock against the ground, making lewd squishing noises echo through the dead air around him. Zennith squealed wordlessly as he felt himself get close, but right as he thought he hit the point of no return a sudden tightness gripped his sex, keeping his massive, pumping balls from unleashing their contents.

'NEED TO GROW. NEED TO BE ALIVE. GO. UNDERSTAND?''

"I-I-I g-got-got-it." Zennith stammered. With painstaking care, he used both his oozing forepaws to pull himself back up to all fours. He heaved his rear-heavy form forward, dragging his achingly-hard cock and swollen, gooey balls behind him after the second step. "I can't-can't! walk l-like this-!"

'Walk'. The voice in his head was quieter, but impossible to resist.

Zennith took a tentative step forward. Again, the head of his cock dragged against the round stones underfoot, and he felt a surge of orgasmic but fruitless pleasure throb through his whole dragonhood.

'Good.'

The dragon walked.

**** ****

Zennith couldn't remember the name of the village, but he knew where it was. He felt compelled there irresistibly; even when he held his oozing paws firm and tried to ignore the still-building need in his bloated sack, the alien presence in his mind made his paws move. Forward, forward, inexorably forward he went, all sense of time and direction lost. Sometimes he felt like his body was altogether formless, flowing forward like a spreading spill. But most of the time, he was aware of nothing more than the magma-hot burn of cum swelling his balls still further. He wanted nothing more than to cum!

It took Zennith three agonizing hours to reach the village. He trudged up through the tombs, through the catacombs, through the temple proper and finally out into the underground cavern he'd used to access the dig site. Every inch he trod was torturously pleasurable for the ooze dragon, pulling a set of hot gooey testicles behind him as large as cum-filled beach balls. By the time he found the place the alien mind was leading him towards, he was entirely in thrall to his own need for pleasure. Stimulation suffused his throbbing cock constantly; the solidified ooze was as hard as steel. He had grown so sensitive from the constant stimulation and lack of release, whenever his cock brushed it against a bush or the ground it would throb hard enough to slap against his slimy underbelly. Zennith was so horny he hardly noticed when the ooze crept up his neck and around his head once more, slowly flowing into his muzzle, snout and earholes.

'Must cum. Must cum. Must-' The voice in his head felt like his own thoughts, except so much stronger. 'Must spread. Must grow.'

Yes. Yes, he needed to cum so badly. He just needed to relieve the need, empty the swollen balls dragging through the sand behind him and then he could think again. He just needed to cum and then everything would be alright.

'Water. There.'

The other mind saw something. Zennith did, too. A stream, meandering through the hills above the village; the vision flashed into his mind with unreal clarity, as if he'd always known the place.

Delirious with pleasure, Zennith followed the alien urges, forcing himself to run forward despite the massive breeding tool encumbering him. Within a few minutes he had followed the picture in his head towards a steam overlooking the village, exactly as he'd pictured it.

Zennith shook with need as reached the water's edge, immediately falling forward to grind his throbbing hardness against the grassy ground near the stream. Within seconds he was squealing in pleasure, desperately trying to stimulate himself further.

'Spill your seed into the water. Let it flow.'

Something changed inside Zennith's sex, and he felt a relaxing feeling spread through cock and balls. He felt like he could cum again! The dragon's dick gave an immense, slow throb, rising up into the air and slapping into the water. A squirt of precum shot out of his rod and into the water, followed by another, heavier spurt, and then a third. Zennith growled, throwing his forepaws into the rushing water and then thrusting the tip of his oozing dragonhood into the stream.

He began to cum almost the instant he pierced the surface of the water. Zennith felt the first throb of his orgasm sent seed bursting from his maleness like liquid fire into the cold water below. The dragon roared hoarsely, almost silently as he continued to cum, slowly unloading the contents of his massively overfilled balls. The cool, soothing water felt incredibly soothing on his burning-hot length as he continued to cum, pumping so much black seed into the water his balls began, at long last, to tighten and shrink.

Zennith quivered as his orgasm peaked in intensity, cumming more massive loads into the water and finally feeling some measure of relief wash through him."Ahhhhhhhh-' He sighed, blinking slowly as he regained some measure of self-control. The dragon groaned as he loosed a few anemic squirts of cum into the stream, finally looking down into the water. Gallons of black, tainted ooze-cum were swirling through the water, looking oddly like oil slicks before they dispersed into the water. The water began to darken, no longer as clear as it once was...

"That can't be good..." Zennith said, getting up and following the quickly spreading effect downstream.

'It is good.' The voice said, sounding pleased.

"What did you just make me do!?" the dragon groaned. He'd shrunk down considerably while ejaculating, but as he stood against the bank of the stream he felt the grass and earth against his four paws turn hot and melt into his body, replacing the mass he'd lost as cum.

'Water. Spread. Follow.'

Zennith had the faint feeling the voice was getting closer now; it no longer boomed and raged in his head. Still, the command buzzed in his head like an angry bee, growing more and more urgent by the second. He walked along on all fours, following the spread of corruption through the water. It was turning black and slimy, boiling the water where it was the thickest through some impossible reaction.

"No, no, no, no, no! Not good! Not-" Zennith said, until he found his voice cut off by a flood of ooze filling his throat and then merging with it.

'Quiet. Time to follow. Time to spread. Not being obedient enough. Not understanding. Not singing!'

Zennith gave a low cry, and began walking alongside the stream. The words spilled around his mind like cold oil as he walked along, dampening every other thought.

'Join-Create-More-'

A storm of emotions and images crashed into Zennith's mind and overwhelmed what resistance he had left in him. So close to spreading, to growing! The dragon felt a sense of euphoria, and began to cry tears of slime as he walked along the river. His walk became a run, and soon he was racing along the banks of the stream. The ancient wall of dusty brick that surrounded the village was soon within sight, along with the pumping station along the stream. The water it drew from had turned nearly black...

Zennith galloped towards the pumping station as fast as his oozing paws could carry him. As he approached, he saw that all three of the men around it were convulsing on the ground.

He was either too late... or right on time.

One of the males convulsing on the ground began to cough, spitting up a slimy strand of ooze. He stared in bewilderment at the black ooze as he continued to shake against the dusty ground, his lips already beginning to darken. His face looked like it was melting, but sank down into a muzzle instead of falling away. While his hair melted into goo and the changes progressed down his neck, other males slowly grew ominous bulges around the seat of their pants. Black, oozing tails burst out from their backsides as they both cried out in horror. Their skin began to darken, and then melt...

Zennith stood there, mesmerized by the sight of the corruption spreading over the hapless humans. His cock throbbed as he watched them change; it was getting hard to resist the alien's urges. Oily precum drooled from his dragonhood as he watched the melting men shudder and bloat out, bursting from their clothing. Their arms and legs melted out into oozing, tarry paws, while their tails bloated in size like water balloons, remaining solid. A feeling like warm, fuzzy static began to crawl over Zennith as their heads expanded out into drooling, draconic muzzles. He could almost-

One of the converted men, now ooze dragons, shook its head, throwing off the hat it had been wearing. 'God... what... was that?'

'What's happened to us?' Another said, making a burbling noise through its oozing maw as it spoke mentally. It whipped its head from side to side and flicked its tail in agitation. 'Ahhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!'

'Stop!' Zennith said calmly, trying not to sound as excited as he was to finally hear another voice in his head besides the alien. 'D-Don't panic! We have to... have to keep this from spreading any further. Whatever we d-do...'

'Spreading? No, no...' Another dragon said. 'We can't spread this! This is a curse! A...'

'Terrible thing! A blasphemous thing! What is it? Why are we like this!?'

'Part of it was my fault. I'm sorry.'

'That's alright.'

'I forgive you.'

'Me too.'

'It's not that bad.'

'I guess not.'

'I think it wants us to... spread ourselves.'

'We can't do that!'

'We can't?'

'I feel...'

'Lonely like this...'

'Cold...'

'No!'

'But we can't be the only ones! Why just us?'

'We shouldn't, still...'

'No, but still...'

'Should we?'

'Maybe.'

'We need to.'

'We need more.'

'More...'

'More voices for the song?'

'More voices.'

'Yes.'

The four ooze dragons slowly walked towards each other, silent save for the sound of their paws squishing against the hot ground underneath. Zennith felt oddly calm as his thoughts flowed freely with those of the assimilated villagers; he wasn't sure which were his anymore.

'Spread...' The four dragons thought, all taking off at once deeper into the village. Oozing cocks slowly grew out from their oil-black crotches as they ran down the road, passing by adobe buildings strung with clotheslines. Galloping almost perfectly in synch together, the dragons passed several frightened women carrying water jugs. One of the women shrieked and dropped her jug on the ground as the draconic goo creatures blew past them; the others immediately turned to help their friend, and did not see.

The four dragons ran down the road and into the market square, with massive erections between their hindlegs. Immediately, Zennith and two others pounced upon a merchant and his customer; a woman who one of them recognized as an archeologist. Both disappeared into Zennith and his twin as the oozing dragons wiggled and pressed their bodies down atop their respective victims, absorbing them completely. The humans struggled mightily inside the warm, slimy confines of the ooze creatures' interiors; but did little but bulge and stretch the dragons' underbellies.

The crowd turned to watch what was happening with a horrified silence, broken only by a few startled gasps and a solitary scream. No one noticed the other two ooze dragons nearby, who hesitated a moment themselves before launching themselves headfirst into the crowd of horror-struck onlookers. At the moment of impact, the ooze dragons burst and turned into a spray of slime that covered almost a dozen of them. The crowd screamed and yelled, scattering in all directions and trying to distance themselves from the living ooze still crawling about. Such was their haste, few seemed to notice or care whether or not the black spray had landed on their skin...

Zennith was barely aware of what the others were doing. He couldn't remember why he'd wanted to jump atop the woman he's seen and pull her into his body, but her thrashing felt delightful. Her body began to warm up and feel tingly inside him as her struggles died down. Soon, he could feel her melting and bloating into ooze, slowly filling him from the inside out. There was a brilliant moment of broken tension as her skin burst out from his, pouring out from his side into a fully-formed ooze dragon. The other human who had been absorbed suffered the same fate, splitting apart from his captor shivering and confused. All four of the dragons- Zennith included- were sporting massive, throbbing erections, minds completely overwhelmed by how good it felt to assimilate, and be assimilated...

Zennith turned to watch the panicking masses running away. He saw the two dragons who had splashed themselves on the crowd slowly reform as the crowd fled, smaller and leaner than before. All six dragons instinctively began to follow those dispersing. Many of the people splashed by dragon-ooze began to slow down and struggle as the ooze melted through their clothing and began to merge with their skin...

'Good...' 'Feels so good...' 'More...' 'Spread...' The six dragon's thoughts were indistinguishable then, entirely consumed by the need to change and spread and grow. Each shot off in a different direction, heading down the roads, into buildings and elsewhere. Zennith found himself compelled to jump over a short stone wall and down a narrow alley, in service to his psychic cravings. No one was there, but he knew to wait.

About eight seconds later, Zennith heard a scream from the end of the alley and saw two men and a woman flee into the alley, closely pursued by a pair of galloping ooze dragons. The other ooze dragons pounced on the woman and one of the men, but the other man broke away from the group. He thought himself safe as he ran...

...Until he collided headlong into Zennith, immediately becoming embedded inside his chest. Zennith stretched his slimy paws out and engulfed the man's head in a bestial hug. The man tried to scream, and the feeling of the man's voice vibrating his ooze tickled the dragon in the strangest way.

Zennith pushed the man to the ground and immediately began sliding his cock through into the man's waistband. Using his oozing member like a snake, the dragon coiled his slimy phallus around the other male's dick, engulfed it completely, and then began pushing a tendril of his substance through the man's cumslit. Pushing in deeper and deeper, he felt his cocktip slide into the human's testicular sack. Zennith began to cum, pumping ooze through the man's penis and right into his balls. The man ceased struggling and convulsed in pleasure as his tested bloated up with slime cum, and began to transform in waves that emanated from his phallus. His skin melted into black ooze around his crotch and then his ass, which quickly sprouted a long, oozing tail.

"Aaaaargh!" the man screamed. His cock twitched and his swollen balls grew heavier, and then his tail pumped out as though the slimy appendage was attached to a hose. Gradually, the blackness crept down his legs and up his belly, slowly spreading to cover his upper body. Zennith felt the other male's struggles become fluid as their oozing bodies wrestled together. Gradually, the male's struggles grew ineffectual and then ceased.

'Aaaagh! Oh, god, I'm one of them!' the new ooze dragon thought, blind with panic. 'So horny... I- I need to cum so bad!'

'Yes, you do.' Zennith thought back to his conquest, grinning at the new convert.

'Oh god!' A new voice said, near them. 'I'm melting! I'm melting! I'm going to die!'

'We're melting? We're melting!? Aaaaagh!'

'No you're not.' Someone growled.

'What?' one of the newcomers asked, his mind quiet and strained. 'What... what has happened to us?'

'You'll see.' Someone said.

Laugher rang out in their minds, and spread.

Smiling, Zennith listened to more confused voices join in amidst the laughter, enjoying the sight of the so many black, slimy dragons squirming together. The six ooze dragons in the alley crept back out into the village proper.

Zennith smiled broader as he walked down the street, which was full of ooze dragons humping humans, cumming onto them or merging with them. Most of the changing humans were trying to resist, but whenever the ooze spreading over them managed to cover their sex or their heads they immediately ceased fighting back and began eagerly joining in. He saw a couple of males entirely reformed as ooze-dragons eagerly making love next to the water well. Next to them, he saw a male with a head of black slime stroke his cock and watch ooze spread over his fingers and down his chest. A former female covered in slime was crawling away from the well as a hard cock made from ooze solidified from inside her femsex...

As Zennith walked down the street and reveled in the spectacle of the ever-growing orgy, he felt more tentative voices start to speak in his mind. Flashes of identity accompanied them like sparks, each of the newly-assimilated dragons thinking in their own voice. Coherent and whole; warm and human compared to the alien song of the ooze.

'Don't... look at your dick...'

'Look at it. Use it... spread further... spread faster...'

'What are these- aaaggh! I'm one-'

'- of them? Oh my god; what happened to us? Why do I have... paws? Why am I... getting so... horny..?'

'Because you need to spread; we need more minds. Join us...'

'His cock... It's too deep; this can't be real. This isn't real! Ahhhh, why can I hear things in my head!?'

'Yeah! Right there, oh come on; harder, harder, harder! Yes! Oh god, my hands are melting and I don't even care just fuck me harder-' '-Yes! Fuck yes! Take it; take it! Right there! Going to... make you... cum!' 'YES!'

Zennith shuddered as a backwash of psychic warmth flooded into his sex. He could feel the lovers together, their voices combining into one loud, shared song of pleasure.

'Stop it! Stop thinking like that; you're making me horny!'

'Mmm... I want to do that too, now.'

'Me too.'

'Take me.'

'Must warn... about the water... fight it-' A fresh voice called out, strained with effort. It pushed against the other minds around it, trying to make itself heard. 'Come on... focus! N-not be like them-!'

'Yes... you will..'

'Let's take *him*!'

'No- hey! Stop reading my head! Get away from- aaarrgh!- oh, oh-OH!' Zennith felt the psychic impression of a large cock being shoved into a tight hole, and the feel of oozing flesh pressing together...

The thrill of conquest reverberated through the ooze creatures as Zennith walked into a plaza. Here, the friends and neighbors of the converted struggled against growing masses of ooze creatures. They were rapidly losing ground, being taken and forcibly mated until they melted down into ooze dragons themselves, and their minds joined the lusty collective.

'Why fight?' 'Love us...' 'Love us as we love you...' 'Join us...' 'Sing...'

As the psychic cries grew in intensity, Zennith watched villagers down the street stumble to their knees and clutch their ears in vain. A few of them managed to crawl still further, but most were brought under the thrall of the hive mind before they were even touched, and began to amble back towards the ooze dragons with a look of pure longing in their eyes.

Zennith felt a powerful compulsion hold him in place as he watched the exalted villagers crawl towards them. Suddenly, he felt another ooze dragon crash against his back like a wave and melt into it. Two more jumped onto him in rapid succession, making him fall down to the ground as their splattered mass clung to his. Relentlessly, the rest followed. With each ooze that merged with his body, Zennith felt a powerful flush of warmth followed by a strange churning, tingling feeling as his body grew larger and larger. Zennith felt wings push out of his back as he stood back up, tall enough now he loomed over the villagers.

The psychic cries of the ooze dragons were wordless now; a single ululating, sonorous cry of need.

'JOIN!'

Zennith felt his oozing maleness grow heavy between his legs; it kept growing still larger by the second, pulling away ooze from the rest of his body. The dragon felt a curious tingling in his swelling ballsack as something inside them dissolved away, and then congealed in a new arrangement. His dragonhood grew longer and thicker, and his balls again began to bloat out against his underside. It was like when the alien had seized control of him earlier, except now it was far, far stronger and resonated with dozens of other minds.

They villagers were docile and calm as Zennith walked over them, his massive, oily form blocking the sun from their eyes. Zennith twisted his head down to watch them, and watched as his throbbing cock shot black, oily precum over their heads and onto their faces by the pint. Some of them still possessed the will to cover themselves with their hands and clothing, but most simply let the warm, metallic-tasting fluids squirt onto them. A few males began rubbing themselves with it and masturbating through their pants...

Zennith felt a bizarre urge grip him, and suddenly the ooze dragon found himself humping against the heads of the mesmerized people underneath him. He felt his balls clench tight as he frotted himself against their increasingly slick faces and heads, and then suddenly spewed gallons of precum out of his dick in one immense throb. One villager caught most of the blast in the face; Zennith felt his oozing cockslit slide around the top of the man's head as he thrust again, and following his alien needs kept pushing...

Zennith watched in fascination as his cock stretched around the villager's head and shoulders. He felt his throbbing shaft suddenly convulse with a powerful, sexual contraction, sucking the man in up to his legs. His cock continued to throb and suck, pulling the human deeper into the hot, gooey depths of his shaft. Zennith felt another strange contraction hit him as the man struck his prostate, and Zennith felt himself suck the human down into his balls. The others were just as easy to take; none fought back and a few even willingly wiggled into his cock. One by one, they joined those already swallowed in his swollen ballsack and began to turn soft and warm...

Zennith roared in ecstasy as he felt the people struggling in his massive sack melt down in the his churning seed, turning into slimy dragons as they bathed in his cum. Most of them converted very quickly and began mating furiously with the others so trapped, mixing and melding together with each other and with their host's seed. Zennith managed to fit seven into his nuts before their rambunctious mating pushed him into another climax.

Zennith turned his massive body around and raised his tail and muzzle high into the sky, loosing a gurgling, reverberating roar. He struck buildings on either side of him with his foreclaws and latched onto them, grinding his gigantic slime-cock against the road between his legs. It only took a little more stimulation for the giant ooze dragon to bring himself to a mighty orgasm, his cock twitching and shooting huge gushes of black cum along with the melted but cohesive forms dragons he'd just converted. The smaller ooze dragons yelped as the splashed into each other and the ground, unable able to reform properly while being sprayed with so much cum. The force of his orgasm pushed them further down the road; most the changed people broke off into a gallop, in search of others to transform. Already, their minds sang the praise of the collective.

Soon things became hazy for the dragon. Zennith felt detached from himself; pulled in a hundred directions at once by the other minds. The dragons who had merged with him were entirely consumed with the need to mate and change others, and their need kept the dragon constantly horny no matter how many people he assimilated. Zennith found himself obeying more and more of the alien urges that flowed through his thoughts as the orgy continued. The humans left were all willing converts by that time, utterly obedient to the collective mind mostly made up of their former villagers. Zennith sprayed precum at humans until they were eagerly melting themselves with it. He swallowed a pair of mated humans with his cock and then sucked himself off, swallowing hot, goopy loads of his own seed as well as the couple, who he absorbed into his mass. He found another couple and swallowed the female of them with his cock, and then slowly stuffed his massive phallus into the male's ass until he came one lover into the other. Finally, seized by a perverse urge that he almost tried to resist, Zennith curled his tail around a human and sat on his face, pushing the whimpering creature into his tailhole and using him like a dildo as soon as his skin began to turn slick and oozy...

Still using the struggling, changing human as a toy to pleasure his tailhole- Zennith hadn't even bothered to check if they were male or female, it wouldn't matter in a moment- the dragon turned to watch others of his kind at work. His enormous cock twitched hard every time he stimulated himself just right or the human struggled just so, filling the street with a small river of oily precum. He saw a young man running away get tripped up by a pair of ooze dragons, who sucked his feet into their maws. Immediately, a third dragon pounced atop the unconverted villagers, dissolving the boys pants and then wiggling its slimy cock right into his ass. The young man squealed as he sprouted an oozing cock of his own and began to cum hard against the ground, contributing to the oily sheen spreading over the sandy ground...

Zennith shivered with ecstasy as he pushed his tailhole down lower around the human, feeling the trapped villager's rubbery head rub against his swollen prostate. Zennith began pleasuring himself faster, leaning down to lick the head of his throbbing cock as he did so. He gave his dick long, oily kisses, while watching the transforming human squish in and out of his stretchy tailhole. A long, black tail made of ooze slowly slithered out of his tailhole from the inside as the human finished transforming, though the new dragon was still trapped by the much larger ooze creature using him as a toy...

Zennith lost track of how long sat there, watching his brethren convert humans or bring them into range of precum erupting from his massive, throbbing phallus, the whole while using the same ooze dragon as a living dildo. Eventually, his orgasms began to run dry, until he started cumming out the other dragons that had merged with him earlier. The only thing he was aware of besides the ecstasy of conversion was that the wordless, lustful cacophony of the mind-song was slowly becoming more and more harmonious as the hours passed and day turned to night...

**** **** Later...

Zennith strolled down the road on all fours, surrounded by the stars in the sky and the comingling chorus of minds that sang out around him. There we so many voices now that the mental echoes overlapped and formed a constant pleasant static of mental images. Visions and thoughts came to him like whispers; waves of pleasure lapped against his mind from others still in the throes of sex. Zennith smiled. It felt deeply calming to listen to the thoughts and ideas of everyone else, able to understand one another with instinctual clarity.

It had taken under an hour to convert the entire village. Hundreds of eerily similar black oozes- each one shaped like a small, wingless dragon- were marching through the streets, mating in the buildings and on the ground or at work in some incomprehensible fashion. Zennith caught scraps of the mental chatter echoing across the village as he meandered down the main road, having long ago stopped trying to fight the rest of the hive mind. The voice of the alien had grown fainter and fainter as the rest of the hive mind grew in size, and now it had seemed to fade away completely. Or had it just become a part of them all?

'Who did this to us? Why?'

'Who knows?' Don't you think we are better-'

'-as one, from many-'

'-able to listen to the other voices-'

'-think as one. It's-'

'-uncanny. But why are we-'

'Dragons? Males? It's-'

'-so hot. My cock is still aching, and-'

'-I love it.'

'And I love you.'

'We love you.'

'We love ourselves.'

'Ourselves; us.'

'Yes.'

'My thoughts are yours. Your thoughts are mine. Our thoughts are theirs. Their thoughts are ours.'

'We must act as we must. Together. We must-'

'-hide ourselves, in some way. Make-'

'-disguises! And-'

'-keep the phone lines working. Internet too. Can't raise suspicion-'

'-find any that come and change them, too-'

'-but only if they see too much. We are safe-'

'-and whole again; that is all we need.'

'For now-'

'For now-' Another repeated.

'For now...' Said a third, and then hundreds of voices all began to laugh. Zennith was one of the first.