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Shattered Shards

Dawning of Dragons

By Von Krieger

In the years to come scholars of both realms would delve deep into the cause of the event that so catastrophically changed the way of life for billions of people. The ideas they came up with were manifold, a rip in twelve dimensional space, the will of a mad god, two dimensions colliding, the end result of a dark ritual that lasted for millennia, a convergence of a powerful spell cast in a place of chaotic power intersecting with humanity's first attempt at a portal that could one day be used to traverse the stars.

Whatever the cause, the effects irrevocably changed two worlds forever. The technological planet called Earth, home to a single sentient race, and the wondrous realm of Aerth and its many moons, all filled with wondrous magics, and manifold thinking beings of all sorts, suddenly occupied a similar space.

For the inhabitants of Earth, the sky was suddenly filled with many orbs, some looming frighteningly close, and others mere specks, but all now circled the planet as its single solitary moon had. Measurements taken later estimated that the surface area of the spheroid that housed the combined Earth and Aerth had increased by four hundred percent from the original size of the planets, twice as much that would be expected from a mere merge.

A world were magic had never existed, where wars were fought over words on a page, divine word without a divine voice to give meaning to it, fragmented, fragile countries keeping each other in check through a convoluted political and economic balancing act...

The people of this world suddenly found themselves side by side with creatures from faerie tales, myths, dreams, and nightmares. Big cities suddenly found enchanted glades were lush parks once were, towering skyscrapers replaced with giant golden castles, highways filled with gridlock traffic suddenly sharing right of way with carts and wagons pulled by all manner of strange beasts.

And strangest of all, a significant percentage of Earth's populous found themselves altered, some lacking the bodies they were born with and thrust into unfamiliar shapes, others having familiar features alter into those of races of the new realm.

Aerthborne suddenly found the familiar paths beneath their feet transformed into a strange sort of stone made of a single piece of porous rock, their peaceful planes suddenly filled with the growling of strange, metallic chariots on air-filled wheels. Ancient trees and graceful towers replaced by strange, smooth boxes covered in panels of glass.

They found themselves confronted by common men who carried the power of wizards in their pockets, one man able to strike down entire companies of men with strange devices that belched smoke and roared like beasts from the depths.

Two worlds became one in the blink of an eye, and despite many tragedies and triumphs, the shared world admitted, in the end, that each half had gained a great many wonders.

This is a tale of such a wonder...

-o-

Joey groaned softly, feeling strange. His head felt stuffy, like someone had stuffed cotton into his brain and made it a bit harder than usual to think. Or forced him to watch eight continuous hours of celebrity reality television; it was the same thing, after all.

He groaned once more, blinking his eyes a few times to focus them. He was rather confused at what he saw immediately in front of his face. It was a pale green, somewhat blurry, and occupied the lowest portion of his vision.

He brought a hand to it and was startled to find that the green bit was part of him. More disturbing was the fact that his fingers were rather strange. He sat up and looked down at his hand; there were fewer fingers than he remembered having there, three and a thumb on each hand, and they most certainly had not been tipped with blunt, white claws before.

Once more he brought his hands to his face, feeling the strange addition there, a short, blunt muzzle. Joey ran a forked tongue over sharp, unfamiliar teeth, finding his body increasingly strange.

He stood, and the feelings of weirdness grew. His clothes were unpleasantly tight and clingy, they had been quite baggy that morning, but now they clung to him as if they were a size too small, and most of them were ruined to boot.

Clawed, green toes poked from his sneakers, having torn through sock and shoe alike. Behind him his pants were in similar condition, as a thick, heavy, muscular tail had torn up the waist and rump of his jeans.

It was weird, he was well aware that he had changed, and he knew what the changes were, but he felt no mental discomfort or unease from them, just a bit of annoyance at the ruination of his clothes and their uncomfortable tightness.

With a sigh he kicked off the scraps that once were his shoes and slipped off his jeans. To Joey's surprise he found the area between his legs to be without bulge. Puzzled by the lack of organ, he stuck a fingertip inside his boxers, which had merely been pushed down by his new tail, and not torn.

Instead of the familiar sack and tube, he instead found a narrow slit in the same area; the fingertip didn't go in very far before it encountered resistance. A hazy memory of biology class brought to mind the reason for the alteration; birds and lizards kept their bits on the inside.

Joey's stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him that before he'd been knocked unconscious, or whatever, he'd been heading to the cafeteria with his two friends. Feeling very hungry, and now free of uncomfortable clothing, though he kept his t-shirt and boxers, the new lizardboy began to look around at his environment for the first time.

The layout was familiar, but the construction was in fact quite different. It looked like the trophy hall where all the school's athletic and academic accomplishments were preserved for all to see.

But rather than the door behind him that led to the East Commons, there was instead a bricked up archway. The black and white linoleum in the black and white checkerboard pattern had become checkerboard stones, the whites and blacks aged and stained, making them varying shades of gray.

Rather than trophies, the shelves alongside the corridor were lined with books and stacks of scrolls. Joey pulled out a book and looked at the cover, but rather than the familiar shapes of the alphabet, he instead found strange, straight, pointy runes that looked as if they could've been carved by a claw.

Since he couldn't go back, Joey figured he might as well move forward down the hallway, hopefully finding something to eat. After that maybe he could try and figure out what had happened to him and why everything was so weird; though it was pretty likely that he'd fallen asleep, or something.

The corners of his muzzle turned up into a rather pleased smile at the thought. Yeah, a dream! That sounded about right. Maybe he'd fallen asleep in study hall again and was now dreaming of being something out of his biology text.

He looked down at his thick, muscular legs, and the large, clawed feet at the end of them. He was walking on the balls of his feet; interesting. His dreams were never this creative, he hoped that it was still early in the hour, before the bell woke him up for the next class, as this dream was light years above the usual drudgery he thought up.

Aside from the naked in class dreams, of which this seemed to be one at least in part, there were the 'go out and fail to get a job' dreams, the 'doing mundane, household chores' dreams, the 'have to pee, but am asleep, so there are weird peeing circumstances, or toilets showing up in weird places' dreams, and the occasional 'wet dream where I still don't get any so I'm fapping to porn even in my fantasies' dreams. Occasionally there was something like an action movie, once there had even been credits, but they were never as detailed as this.

Joey's tongue flicked out of his mouth occasionally as he walked, something he did without thinking about it at all. He could breathe in air through his nostrils, but when he did that none of the smells seemed to come through, which they did when he flicked his tongue out.

The air smelled of dust, old books, and a faint, pleasant scent that Joey couldn't quite place. It made him feel rather happy, comfortable, and safe. He found himself following the scent, turning left in what would have been the old staff offices, where the walls had been torn down and a new computer lab installed.

Or had been in the waking world; in the realm of this strange dream, it instead appeared to be rather like a combination living and dining room, decorated in a well off, classical, but eclectic style. All of the furniture looked tasteful and expensive, but none of it matched.

The source of the pleasing scent was no longer of interest to Joey's subconscious; instead it was the sight, and scent, of the partially eaten steak dinner sitting on one corner of the table across the room.

It smelled delicious, though it had cooled off and been there awhile. The lizardboy looked around for the steak's owner, but seeing nobody, he darted to the table and sat down. He poked the thick slab of meat, and as the scent had told him, it had cooled off. Whoever was eating it had been gone long enough for the meal to cool down to room temperature.

Since it was Joey's dream, and the unknown diner was nowhere to be seen, he decided to help himself, cutting big chunks off the rare slab and stuffing them into his muzzle. Feeling the need to wash them down with something, Joey grabbed the heavy goblet nearby, lifting it to his muzzle with both hand, taking a big gulp of the frothy, pink liquid contained within.

The taste was incredible, perfect, sweet, it was like a milk shake, but room temperature, kind of fruity and creamy, like whipped cream mixed with Jell-O, but somehow even better.

Without being aware of it, Joey found himself draining the goblet dry, his forked tongue darting out to lick it clean of frothy leftovers. He patted his belly and burped loudly, suddenly feeling rather full, happy, and contented; and also a bit horny.

Joey sighed happily and pushed away from the table, reaching down to rub his genital slit. He moaned softly as he felt his reptilian shaft slither out. He slid his boxers down, admiring the altered length.

It was longer and thinner than his human member was, with strange bumpy nodules on the underside, and an enlarged, egg-shaped head. The lizardboy wrapped a hand on his new shaft and slowly began to stroke, shivering each time his fingers bumped over one of the small, marble-like bumps.

He heard a faint hiss from somewhere in the room behind him, but he paid it little attention. He looked down at his elongated length, licked the lips of his blunt muzzle, and broke out into a grin. Another theme that popped up into the few sex dreams he had, being able to wrap his lips around his shaft, being able to bob up and down to give himself pleasure, to reach the very base.

So that was precisely what he did, bent in half, dexterous, forked tongue curling around his length. He could've sworn he heard and amused chuckle from behind him, but he paid it little mind.

Mmm... such a nice dream...

-o-

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooooh fuck!" moaned Nia, falling to the side as everything went all strange.

In the blink of any eye, the hallway around her shifted, the industrial gray carpet becoming a series of worn, but beautiful red-purple, trimmed with yellow gold.

The harsh fluorescent lights were replaced with decorative chandeliers that glowed with a blue-green light.

Her fall was halted by a dark blue locker, one of the school's colors. The noise of the post-class bustle seemed to halt immediately. Nia expected they has all shut up and were now staring at her.

She was overcome by sensation, barely able to breathe. Quickly she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it aside, taking a deep breath. But the removal of the bra only made her focus on the other sensation.

There was a sudden, aching hardness between her legs, she reached down to relieve the pain, and found her fingers wrapping around what could only be a cock. She couldn't help herself; she began stroking it rapidly, right in the hallway, right in front of everybody.

It only took a few moments before she erupted with climax, thick jets of seed creating a puddle between her legs. Her face hot with embarrassment, she stood, the feelings of oddness having passed.

To her surprise, the hallway was empty, save for herself and her brother.

Reed gave no indication of having seen his sister's strange actions, his hands were clutching the side of his head, his eyes clenched shut, lips back from teeth as a pained hiss left his lungs.

He looked... wrong. Though tall, Reed was your typical nerd, and was rather pear shaped. As Nia watched, the overabundant fat on her brother's body seemed to shift around into a more solid configuration.

It was rather like the Incredible Hulk, but on a smaller scale. Reed's shirt and shorts began to tear as the youth's frame began to increase in height and width, not merely shifting mass around.

Nia watched, mouth agape as her brother's skin took on a rather strange shade, a deep purple. His ear grew larger, gaining points, and a pair of teeth poked out from his lower lip.

She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but it was quite clear what had happened. Her brother had become an orc.

Nia looked down at her own body, finding some changes to herself as well. She had also grown, grown more than Reed had, as a matter of fact. But most of her growth seemed to be vertical, going from a short, heavyset girl, to a tall, statuesque beauty, a statue made of obsidian, apparently, as her skin had become black.

Not the dark brown shade of skin tone that was called black, but true, pure, coal black.

"No way..." she whispered, her voice sounding a bit different, more relaxed, more sensual, and to her ears, very sexy.

Nia reached up and grabbed a portion of her hair, pulling it in front of her eyes, finding it pure, snow white.

"No way!" she said again, more excited than scared.

She pulled up her shirt to check her belly, and then peered down at her legs; all of it was the same jet black shade as the rest of her. She also took the time to tuck the new addition between her legs back into her undergarments; somehow it had popped out right through the zipper, which was rather ruined.

The pain in his head seeming to have passed, Reed looked around at their surroundings and then focused on Nia. He blinked a few times and slowly looked her over before speaking.

"Nia?" he asked, voice deeper and a bit... thicker than normal, "Is that you?"

She nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I think so! Isn't it cool? Somehow I'm a dark elf!"

Reed looked down at his large, purple hands, running one over his chest and abdomen.

"Well... if the headache was what I had to put up with to look this good, I'd consider it well worth it." He said with a fanged grin, stripping off his shirt to admire his new muscles.

Nia, on the other hand, looked up and down the hall, finding some oddities. In places it seemed like it was closer to way the school had been, the walls alongside them covered with lockers. In others it was more like a castle passageway, with chests placed on platforms set into the wall, rather than lockers.

She walked down the hall a ways, peering down the other intersections and then into one of the classrooms, or what had been a classroom. It seemed more like a barracks now, though it was totally empty, free even of a teacher transformed into a mind flayer, or a class pet that became a displacer beast, or anything remotely like that.

Nia saw movement out of the corner of her eye, but the movement was her own, reflected in a mirror on the wall. She approached, admiring her reflection. While plain and dumpy before, Nia considered herself to be an absolute knockout now. It was a shame that her clothes weren't quite suited for her sexy new frame.

She grinned to herself and stepped back out into the hall, her grin widening.

The lockers were still there, but the locks, however, were not.

The dark elf giggled and slapped her brother on the back, "C'mon, big guy, let's try and find us a new wardrobe!

-o-

Joey's tail twitched as he sucked himself off, the pleasure of the act much more intense that the muffled sensations that usually filled his dreams. It felt so very real, encompassing all the senses. He could taste the sweet, slicks drops of pre on his tongue, he could feel the wet smoothness of his saliva soaked shaft as it slid over his lips, he could feel the hot pressure building inside him as he neared climax.

He felt his entire body quiver as he found his mouth filled with huge amounts of sticky sweetness, too much to swallow, he found it leaking from his muzzle, dripping onto his chest and belly.

"Oh wow..." he gasped, out of breath from the intense self-loving, "That's too much!"

"I don't know..." purred a deep, sensual voice from above him; it looks hardly worth bothering for to me."

The voice seemed to sink into Joey's bones, making them quiver with delight. He slowly drew his gaze upward, eyes widening at the sight of the creature above him. More accurately, it was the creature's head and neck, a long, sensuous, streamlined muzzle leading to a long, serpentine neck.

The dragon's scales looked to be a shade of tarnished gold, and they seemed to glisten in the light from the candelabra on the table. Pure purple eyes peered down at him, sparkling with amusement.

"Seeing as you are so... shall we say eager... with your muzzle, having consumed both my dinner and a generous helping of your own desert, I think perhaps that you could seek to repay your host for the meal with a similar act?" the large reptile purred.

The thought seemed to bypass Joey's conscious mind entirely. He found himself getting up while he was still considering what the dragon had said. As he turned back, he saw the size of his host. It was about the size of a horse, but most definitely heavier.

Though the majestic creature's body was a similar size, its legs were thicker and shorter, but they still were straight down like a mammal rather than a true reptile. Scintillating golden wings jutted from the dragon's back, narrowing into a sort of frilled crest along the sides that met at the base of the tail, becoming a sort of fin.

The dragon was very long and thin, though not quite the snake-like serpentine dragons from Asian myths, more like a cheetah or a greyhound was a long, thin, streamlined cat or dog.

The lizardboy found himself hugging his host's neck, nuzzling at the smooth scale with his snout. His tongue flicked out, ingesting the dragon's scent. Ahh, this was the odd, pleasing aroma that he had followed into the dining room. Up close like this, Joey found himself calming, his breathing slowing, becoming more relaxed. It was instinctive, dragons wouldn't hurt him, they would protect him, keep him safe.

"Go on, my pet, you know what I want." The dragon rumbled, softly nuzzling Joey's neck, "Don't be shy."

Joey found himself grinning and blushing as the dragon called him 'pet.' He felt his member surge back to full arousal at the thought of being the dragon's plaything. He knelt, crawling beneath his master's belly, his tail swaying gently from side to side with delight.

The dragon's shaft was enormous, the size of Joey's arm, at the very least. It was rather like his own but more... predatory. It had the same bumps on the underside, but it retained the same width all the way to the end, where it actually got bigger. The spade shaped head narrowed to a point, where a thick droplet of precum awaited Joey's eager, questing tongue.

The pet wrapped both hands around the dragon's thick shaft, caressing just beneath the head. He brought his lips to the tip, giving it a gentle kiss while lapping up the sweet treat. He quivered softly at the taste, so very much like that wonderful, frothy desert he had drank.

The lizardboy lay on his back, wrapping his legs around the base of the dragon's member, his tail curling around it as well. Joey opened his muzzle wide, somehow managing to take the head of the dragonshaft into his mouth and throat. It fit in easily and without discomfort, like it was meant to be there.

"Mmm... very good, well worth the price of my mostly eaten steak, I think; though the potion in the goblet was for you. Well, not you in particular, but rather whoever happened along." The dragon purred, squatting down on his haunches so that Joey could grind his own aching shaft against the dragon's mighty member.

"I haven't the slightest idea where all you humans came from, what with your rather colorful clothes, no weapons, and not a spellcaster amongst you. Quite an ill-prepared raid on a dragon's lair; let me tell you. Though the magic that preceded it was perhaps the strongest I've ever seen."

Joey paid little attention to his master's words, they didn't concern him, all that he needed with right in front of him; shiny, black, glistening, and oh so warm.

"I have had a very busy and productive afternoon. I can only imagine what else I'll accomplish before dinner. I'm quite glad I've taken the time to set up so many traps. It would be quite tiring to personally enslave so many scampering little human pets." The dragon purred.

Joey's eyes opened at that, and he was suddenly aware that this was most definitely not a dream, but try as he might, he couldn't unwrap himself from the dragon's gorgeous cock.

"Mmm... I love it when I dispel the mind fog and realization sets in. Let me tell you what you are now, my pet...."

-o-

After a few minutes of searching the lockers, Nia had managed to find quite the selection of clothes for herself. She'd tried on several outfits and combinations, but kept coming back to what were essentially the sluttiest clothes she could find.

Bubblegum pink platform heels, a matching leather miniskirt, and something that was oddly enough found in one of the chests in the room, a sort of micro t-shirt-like top that showed off several inches of her lower cleavage, but clung stubbornly in place no matter how she moved.

Considering the absolute skimpiness that sword-swinging women in comics and movies wore, more than likely it was some sort of magic armor. Nia found herself admiring the way the white and pink contrasted with her ebony skin, her new organ was half erect as she admired herself in the mirror in the back of the barracks locker she had been investigating.

Oddly enough for a barracks, there hadn't been any weapons so far, but there were some locked cabinets, which Reed was doing his best to break open. Nia smirked as she turned and admired her brother's muscular frame. They hadn't found much of anything that fit him, though they'd replaced his torn pants with thematically appropriate bright green shorts.

With a loud crack, the wooden cabinet's door gave way, spilling a sort of sparkly dust into the air. Reed sneezed and blinked his eyes. Aside from the dust there didn't seem to be much of anything inside that warranted being protected by a lock, just more blankets.

Reed sighed; he'd hoped he'd have found something useful and made Nia happy. It was a bit difficult to think about things and it was just easier to let Nia do the thinking. He sneezed again, the dust that had settled onto his body making it feel a little warm.

The orc turned and watched Nia for awhile, the dark elf occupied with her reflection in the mirror, her pink skirted rump extended as she bent downwards, leaning forward to apply passion pink lipstick to her dark lips.

Such a perfect, sexy rump, and for that matter a perfect, sexy body, and Reed wasn't the only one to think so. He had noticed the odd tear in Nia's pants, the thick white puddle on the carpet, and the bulge in the front of her skirt that had appeared as she had gawked at her own beauty.

Nia was turned on by her own body, and Reed was increasingly feeling aroused by it as well. His already clouded thoughts seemed to slip away further as he felt a tightening in his pants. With a smile he slipped them off, he was aroused, Nia was aroused, and it would be fun to give his sexy sister something to make her feel good, since he hadn't found anything useful.

He walked across the barracks, slipping up behind his sister. He moved quickly, one hand slipping under her shirt, gripping a plentiful black breast, the other gripping that bulge in her skirt, stroking it in a manner honed to perfection by long nights of internet porn.

"Reed! What the fuck?!" Nia shouted, trying to wriggle her way free of the overbearing orc pinning her to the locker.

Reed only heard the word 'fuck,' and took it as a sign to keep going, he tugged down his sister's panties.

"No! No! Stop it! This is wrong, you realize We're..." Nia protested, pausing to think. She looked back at her brother, then imagined herself. The two of them looked nothing alike. So was it really incest anymore?

Nia moaned as Reed's thick orcish member forced its way between her legs. She had gotten herself pretty worked up by admiring her sexy body in what was admittedly a very slutty outfit, her cock had begun to throb and her pussy had begun to ache before Reed had clumsily thrust himself upon her.

"This is wrong." Nia giggled, "So very, very wrong."

The thought made her loins ache even more. She was a Drow, after all, doing wrong, immoral things was in her nature, after all.

"No, oh no, you big gorgeous beast!" she giggled, opening her legs ever so slightly.

Both siblings moaned as purple flesh disappeared into ebony depths. While not the first sexual act for either, it was the first with a partner that was not an inanimate object. Nia moaned loudly, grinning as she protested and gave token attempts at escape. Her brother felt so good inside her, nice and thick, and though his caress of her maleness and breasts was a bit crude and ham-handed, it also felt quite good.

"You're pathetic!" Nia growled, "You think this gentle lay will please a woman?"

The words filled Reed's mind, somehow he managed to comprehend their meaning. He bared his teeth and abandoned all restraint, pounding into his sister, growling as well. He bit into her neck with his fang, enough to bruise, perhaps, but not enough to break the skin.

For her part, Nia could no longer shout protests or spur her brother on; she was lost in her deviant, dark elf lust, reveling in her ravishing. She pressed herself up against the bank of lockers with each thrust he made into her, shoving back each time he drew away, angered that he would dare try to deprive her of that wonderful, cunt-stretching thing that he had rammed into her without permission. She would not allow him to take it away until she was damned ready.

With each thrust Nia slammed into the lockers, her body protesting at it, but her mind and spirit relishing it, her pain adding to her pleasure.

Neither noticed the small bottle atop the lockers, it had been back against the wall, the seven foot height of the storage units too much to see over. With each thrust of the Orc's body, for he was using his entire weight to drive himself into Nia, the bottle crept forward an inch or so.

Both siblings were too absorbed in their lusts for them to notice that Reed had begun to change. Where the dust had touched his body, his purple skin began to darken, becoming smooth and shiny, like an amethyst. His already thick nails darkened to black, beginning to grow forth from his fingertips, fingertips that began to shorten.

The orc released his grip on Nia's neck, throwing his head back in a feral howl of pleasure, his formidable teeth beginning to grow and lengthen. Soft pops could be heard as his body began to contort itself into a new configuration. While his earlier change had merely been one of mass moving around, this one was far more than that.

Nia's howl joined Reed's as she felt his cock seem to surge, to grow inside her. She felt something give way within her, pained pleasure, and her anger was enough to clear her mind for a moment, "Dammit, you could go deeper this whole time and you've been tormenting me with your half-assed effort?!" she snarled, before she was once more lost in an ocean of ecstasy.

Reed's legs joined his torso in the symphony of cracks and pops. Toenails became huge, black, lethal claws that gleamed in the barracks' light. Portions of the leg grew shorter, while others lengthened, forcing Reed up on his toes. A forked tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, or more accurately his muzzle.

The orc's face slowly pushed forward, red eyes gaining narrow slits, black horns curling back from his temples. The orc-dragon growled his pleasure, beginning to care more for his own pleasure.

His hand parted ways from his sister's body, inciting a cascade of curses. But a second surge of girth, and a shift in shape to her brother's pounding, pulsing shaft quickly silenced them. As did the sudden impact of a fragile glass bottle atop her head.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" she howled, more out of surprise than pain. A thick, viscous goo dripped down her body. Though also black, the blackness of the fluid contained a bit of blue that made it gleam such a shade where it was struck by the light. The oily essence seemed to creep over her flesh, sinking into her pores with a cool chill.

Reed paid the stuff no mind. He gripped Nia's shoulders with clumsy forepaws, his body more like a beast than a man. A scaled, snarling beast. He hissed softly as something slithered out from his rump, his thick, draconic tail smashing into the nightstand behind him, sending it spiraling across the room.

As the slime seeped into her, Nia began to change as well. Since her oafish brother had lost interest, her hands replaced his at her breast and member, the latter of which seemed to surge in her hand, much as Reed's had done moments before.

Thick, heavy, and deep blue-black, Nia quivered as her hand traveled over small bumps that grew in on the underside. Her vocalizations ceased as her hand popped over the six ridges at the base, three to a side. The growing, spade-shaped tip darkened the smooth wood of the lockers as it drooled thick precum onto them as it rubbed against the wood with each thrust.

Clawed fingertips dug into the flesh of her black breast, thumb and forefinger tightly gripping the now deep blue nipple, sending spikes of icy pain and hot pleasure through the dark elf's body. She opened her mouth to send a hiss of pleasure through clenched, white fangs.

With a near-deafening roar, Reed's climax arrived as did the final changes, his hair becoming a rough mane, a line of thick, black spikes pushing their way out of his skin along his spine and tail, his neck elongating into something befitting a dragon.

Nia cried out as she was suddenly filled by what seemed like gallons of his scalding hot essence. But the pain vanished quickly, and her body seemed to gulp up every last drop, none of it spilling from her, even as Reed pulled away, his member making an audible pop as it parted ways from his sister's sex.

Apparently satisfied, he turned away and hopped up onto one of the beds, curling up.

Nia leaned against the lockers, panting. Her efforts at pleasuring herself ceasing. Azure claws dug grooves into the locker's door as pink boots shifted to make openings for cerulean talons.

"You didn't..." Nia whispered, a chill running down her spine, beyond her spine, down into the length of ebon tail that emerged.

"You didn't!" she repeated, louder, eyes blazing with fury as a pair of ribbed horns emerged from her temples, their sharp points framing Nia's vision, pointing her to the target of her wrath.

"YOU DIDN'T JUST PULL OUT BEFORE I CAME, DID YOU?!" Nia snarled, wings erupting from her shoulders and fanning to their absolute widest, making her look large and terrifying.

The feral Reed looked up at the noise, eyes wide.

He tried to make it for the door, but Nia was on him with one flap of her wings. Though the dragon was far larger, he was hampered by the fact that he was neither enraged, nor that he was in possession of a fully loaded cock that had been coaxed to the point of climax, and then released before the big moment.

The dragon found his tail gripped and tugged upward, a powerful punch to his back forcing his forequarters down onto the floor.

Nia hissed with rage, driving her aching shaft into her brother's tailhole, "YOU... DON'T... CUM... UNTIL... I... TELL... YOU!" she growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust.

She sighed as a cool tickled spread over her skin, bringing shiny scales with it, transforming her truly into an obsidian beauty.

The dark dragoness closed her eyes as she thrust deep into the dragon before her, her own dark shaft erupting and spilling her discomforting seed deep into the creature's body.

"You belong to me!" she growled, hugging her brother's tail, "And you will learn to see to your mistress' pleasure before your own!"

Reed whimpered and nodded his head, not wanting to displease the angry, forceful, dominating dragoness behind him.

-o-

"You see, my pet, dragons are creatures of powerful magic. It is only natural that creatures with such strong bodies, minds, and spirits can have many effects on lesser beings. It has been shown that a dragon's bloodline can be added to nearly any creature, so long as it can breed and draw breath." The tarnished gold dragon explained to his new plaything.

Joey smiled at his master, his hands cradling his round, seed-filled belly. It had been delicious, heartbreakingly delicious. He knew that he was bound to the dragon against his will, but if he resisted, or tried to escape, he would be forever denied any more of the wonderful, plentiful sweetness that made his greedy tummy swell.

The dragon had curled up on a pile of pillows and cushions in one corner, Joey cuddled against him beneath a soft, majestic wing.

"So it should come as no surprise, no pun intended, that the sexual essence of a dragon, a substance released naturally with the intent of making new draconic life, may indeed create such a life while within the body of a different creature. Of course it takes training to do, and requires a great deal of magical effort. But it is well worth it, and there are so many fun ways to do so, and with so many differing results."

The dragon yawned, curling away from Joey, "Such magics are what I use to defend my lair from robbers, invaders, and egocentric lesser creatures that seek to slay me for no reason other than their own pride. Feh."

The lizardboy moaned softly as the dragon's warmth was taken away from him, though a different sort of warmth pulsed gently throughout his midsection.

"Which is why I keep a goblet filled with a little concoction meant to tantalize the senses of taste and smell nearby when I eat my dinner in my humanoid shape; after chasing me away from my meal, most of those self-loving pricks sees nothing wrong with devouring my lovingly prepared supper. I think it only fitting that I inflict my most humiliating transformation upon a prospective murderer."

The great beast chuckled, "You'll learn to enjoy it, truly enjoy it, in time, little one. All the other Jeyarr did. The changes to your body begin even now, making you an exceptionally fertile female, in part."

Joey shuddered at that, though a shameful, distant ache filled his loins at the thought of it.

"Made heavy and round with eggs, with equally heavy and round milk-filled breasts. Something I find rather attractive on a biped, actually. But a Jeyarr's role isn't merely to breed for her dragon, oh no. She is a pleasure toy, a plaything, a living dildo that can be passed around for other dragons to relieve their sexual frustrations upon."

"I'm not going to pass you around or insist you spread your legs at a moment's notice for every one of my pets that passes by, but I will ask that you try and hone your technique, though pleasurable, it was a bit sloppy. You could easily keep me on the edge of climax all day, and you most certainly can refrain from climaxing on me at least until I've had my fun."

Joey's green facial scales reddened with a blush. His master had made him lick every inch of the dragon' mighty member clean. He couldn't stop himself from doing it, though he had quite thoroughly enjoyed the flavor.

"Now, if you would head off into what would be the gymnasium in your version of this building, you will find where I keep most of my horde. You can help yourself to a trinket or two if you like, but what I want you there for is to practice your technique on my new guards. I think after a few hours of drilling, they'll be quite worked up and in need of some release." The dragon purred.

The dragon's words made the lizardboy quiver, and he felt himself standing up and darting away in the direction of the gym, now treasure hall, without the thought going to his brain for consideration.

His blush deepened as he found himself hard once more, his body eager to please his master's guards. He wondered what they would be like, and as he opened the double doors, he got his answer.

Perhaps eight feet in height, muscular, frames larger and wider than even the football team's linebackers; they stood in a line, moving swords and shields on cue, the mailed tops and plated skirts in familiar colors and patterns, but with far different material.

"Okay team!" roared the largest of the guards, "Let's try it again!"

The phalanx shouted their new, yet familiar battle cry, moving their weapons in tandem.

"TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT, WHO DO WE EVISCERATE?!"