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Sunlight bore down upon the land with great strength, with a mixture of humidity in the air to create a stuffy midday. Respite was found for those on the land only if close to the lapping waves along the shores of crystal clear ocean waters, as the breeze would be enough to sweep away the sweat off the brow. Many were quite less fortunate due to simply carrying out their daily lives on the large island in the middle of the tropics. It was home to those who the indigenous, travelers, and most particularly those nomads who couldn't stay in one location for too long.

Skimming along the leaves of the palm trees via the flight of heavily flapping wings would help alleviate much of the heat for those were were capable of such a feat, and there was one who was doing just that whilst making himself a silver glimmer in the bright sunlight. Skimming just barely along the tops of the trees, palm leaves whirled from the sudden downward bursts of air as if bowing to the creature. The destination would be made clear; the path taking him towards a small village where all walks of life could congregate and disprove that modern times have gone away with older life styles.

The shining beast was nothing else than one of the more iconic images that a dragon could ever achieve. Glistening scales at all times gave way to a regal appearance when combined with the flowing white mane which trailed from the top of his head to the tip of the tail. Large eyebrows and a small hanging beard, both colored the same as the mane, depicted a sight of experience and a wise mind. A leather binding around his right shoulder to hold up the similarly constructed belt strap helped give him the edge of a warrior to show that his words carry bite as with any dragon; a weapon holster, likely for that of a sword, could be bound without obstructing the dark blue fabric designed as a loincloth.

Gazing down with red and yellow eyes, the dragon known by his own devices as Shadowkeeper glided just barely above the roofs of the small buildings. The village had a much more archaic feel to it, as if it was locked and preserved within the bowels of history. It was the perfect place for a dragon to feel nostalgic and partially explained his reasoning for coming in the first place. Dual reasoning as it was, this wasn't a place he was actually familiar with and had come more over to meet up with a fellow dragon, Grahckheuhl.

There was a wonder brew which the dragon had created evidently; a perfect alcoholic drink meant not only to rekindle the flame in one's chest but was able to offer so much more, and wished simply to try it with a friend before testing and selling it to the pub of this very village. While the location had never been specified, as the brew was meant to at least be somewhat of a secret, it was guaranteed by Grah to have taken very little time to produce and was able to be distributed that day if so desired. By luck of guessing and landing a fair hundred or so feet beyond the village towards the backside of a pub, the one in question had been found with out much of a problem. Standing in the distance Shadow was able to see a tall furred and gray figure with a long white mane of his own. A much longer tail and thin mustache indicating to anyone that he be an eastern dragon. A rope was worn by him, tight enough so that it fit around his waist and above the tail with a loincloth likely on the front for decency purposes of his own.

Looks are often deceiving, and one should never judge a book by the cover. The silver dragon happened to be one of those cases as, despite how regal and wise of a body he may naturally possess, there was a level of youth and fun still in him that couldn't be ignored. Shadow just couldn't help but get the drop on such an easy target, let alone one as large and muscular as Grah. Both in an act of teasing and that of personal pride for getting at a larger beast, the silver dragon bounded forward and leapt into the air. Beating his wings and angling his body, the scaled creature came down with his hands down against Grah's shoulders.

Surprise got the better of Grah as he had been extremely absorbed in his observations. What should have been just a quick testing sip turned into an impromptu chug as he jerked and poured the fizzing contents of the mug within his mouth. It was a much less graceful act than one could ever have anticipated as it splattered along his face just to rebound and splash down along the front of his body in a sticky mess; the fibers of his fur clinging together with the sudden moisture. The eastern just stood there dumbfounded at the mess which had just been made before his facial expression shifted towards utter happiness.

After not acting in the way that Shadow expected he walked to the side of Grah and bent forward to peek around with an innocent face. He would have lowered himself in a display of playfulness, but he already barely stood half as tall as the eastern beside. Seeing the gray face Shadow braced himself as he recognized it all too well. Quickly turning and wrapping his arms around the furred dragon, Shadow used his weight while dragging his tail into the ground. A certain warmth could be felt against his arms as he struggled to keep the larger dragon standing, as he appeared to have become near instantly drunk from a brew which was confirmed to not be normal from that fact alone. The smooth aroma of hops grew considerably in the air around his person. It was then that a foreign feeling began to erupt along Shadow's right arm, which was clinging to the abdominal area of the eastern.

Grah was already a particularly large dragon in not just the manner of height, but simply by stature of his body. Being an eastern dragon did not at all hinder his ability to become an extremely powerful dragon in brute force, and the range of his muscularity was testament to this fact. Shadow was already barely able to fit his arms around the mountain of a dragon, but he could feel his arms spreading further apart as his chest was pushed back. With astonishment in his eyes he could view the muscle rippling beneath the fur of his friend. The abdominal muscles which he clung to with one of his arms were jutting forth while spreading and widening at a rate which seemed surreal. Shadow's left arm, clinging to Grah's back, managed to find a niche within the muscle itself as the raw power hidden within the body sectioned itself dramatically to the point of it being an illusion of more muscle being sewn, unnatural to what should be on a body; Shadow's arm able to be fully enveloped into the fur and between the deep ravines constructed via the muscle if he so wished it. Thick threads sprung apart with small snaps as the rope around his waist was slowly being undone. Glutes rich in perceived pride forced away a certain level of decency as the legs below nearly shuttered with the thickening taking place.

"Snap out of it! You've changed!"

Grah seemed utterly oblivious to the changes which had taken place along his own body. Nothing more than a pleased and drunken stupor masked his face. If nothing else the eastern dragon seemed almost blissed at whatever feeling was coursing through his veins. Teetering from left to right Shadow decided it best to simply let go of his friend at this point. If that enormous of a dragon was to fall then there was no stopping it. He seemed ready to run off and find help as he turned away from the massive beast.

A sudden rush of air nearly caused Shadow to jump out of his skin as the sensation of silken fur brushed along his mane and scales of the neck and head. In an instant Shadow's perception of the world was focused straight forward as darkness overtook the sides. Pressure pressed forth from almost all angles of his head as he more than quickly came to realize from the sight of fur and the all around circumstances that the larger dragon had him in a headlock with his right arm. Kicking his feet in the air, the smaller dragon found himself being hoisted up by that arm alone with his head held aloft by the bulging might of the biceps alone. If nothing else it was deceptively comfy of a hold for the closest pectoral, larger than Shadow's own head at this point. At least this helped function as a strange pillow considering the fur. He hung there, nonspeaking, for a full minute while a deep and strong musk flowed up along into the smaller dragon's nostrils. Shadow was simply wishing to understand his situation, and wondering if Grah had suddenly become aggressive.

"Hey, little buddy... jus', relax, ya know? Stay a while, ya?"

Muffled words of the eastern dragon fell upon deaf ears as Shadow's eyes grew large and wide as though accommodating the sight which he was forced to take in while understanding the dragon had not become hostile. With his head bound and forced to look downwards he was able to watch as the source of the scent grew upwards. Not only had the brew been turning Grah into a beast in terms of body stature, but it was pushing his shaft to monstrous sizes. The coverings he dressed within had all been forgotten as the thickening of the body appeared to have snapped away the leather which bound it all to his body. Purple flesh which appeared tapered at the tip slowly flattened as the meat grew thicker overall. Raising upwards the head of the shaft seemed to meld within itself, the glans taking on the appearance as if it originated from a feral creature. Small spines, which normally would be hidden beneath the head, were made to be present at all times as they now adorned the ridge of the flat and blunt head. Higher it raised until it was barely touching the tip of the silver dragon's snout and to the side. The flesh had stretched itself upwards to reach at the midsection of Grah's pectorals. With the growth seeming to have finished, the large dragon fell backwards upon his buttocks while releasing Shadow as if he were finally feeling the effects of his own alcoholic potion.

"Hey can you hear me? Are you, uhm, okay?" Shadow asked, while shaking himself off, genuine concern to his voice. His attention, however, was being diverted constantly to the pulsing member just beside him.

"Oh, no, I'er never felt... better! Why'er askin'?"

Making motions with his hands, Shadow turned and was ready to go back to the inn and retrieve some help, though it was unlikely the inebriated dragon would be moving any time soon. Something stopped him in his mind from taking that first step. Looking back towards Grah, his heart began to race at the sight. There was so much pure strength on the eastern that it was utterly captivating if one were to ignore the gigantic shaft obscuring much of the view in itself. His red eyes traced from the bottom of the feet where the pads could be seen up and along the canyons and hills of leg muscle. Laying between them and partially atop, fighting with the legs for space, would be two balls which seemed to roll around partially from being filled to the brim; the breathing from the large dragon enough to send enough kinetic energy to put the testes in motion. Scanning further upwards to gaze upon the shaft was enough to cause his chest to thump ever greater with anticipation while stepping back towards the slumped dragon.

"You really are out of it, aren't you Grah?"

Responding with a delayed shake of the head gave the reaction of slightly curled lips from the silver dragon while a particular bulge began making itself ever more present from behind his loincloth. Shadow was a dragon that, to the public eye and likely even to Grah, was seen to not care for the male body. Slowly kneeling down between Grah's legs, pushing them aside with a slight grunt coming from the owner of said legs, he was proving in private that heterosexuality was very much a farce. Bringing his snout closer to inhale several times through his nostrils, it became evident that with such a perfected musk that even those who weren't hiding their actual intentions could fall for such a beast. In this position Shadow was able to observe that the flesh must be as thick as his own body.

Reaching forward, his hands gently grasped along the base of the shaft. Each of the appendages clearly were unable to fully grasp the flesh. Grah's toes curled and a with quiet groan of bliss as product from both the drunkenness and the touch of his friend, Shadow left behind all inhibitions, as the lack of questioning about his actions was enough proof that Grah wasn't fully conscious of it all. Much to his amazement the skin of the meat was left fairly loose as if indicating the possibility of a greater size being feasible despite it being as hard as steel. Even greater appreciation was felt by Shadow as, while squeezing around the base, the full weight of the shaft was made more than obvious as he had troubles fully controlling the movement further above, as his hands danced and stroked upwards. Silver fingers danced along the protruding veins of the massive eastern's member in a method to strike out the greatest pleasure with what would otherwise be minimal effort. His snout just barely touched beneath the tip of the shaft where the surprisingly soft spines would reside. Taking in a deep whiff and closing his eyes, Shadow took the preemptive measures one performs before sampling fine wine to ensure the scent ingrains itself upon the olfactory orbs before actually taking a taste. With a predictable transition the silver dragon's tongue stretched forth while bending back at the tip to plant the muscle just below the shaft head and swivel it around. Pre-seed filled in the gaps between the two separate entities of flesh to lock within a hearty flavor of which Shadow would find a slight surprise.

Naturally flowing into a much more aroused state wouldn't be much of a concern to Shadow considering the acts which was taking place. There was something much more commanding about the situation that left him feeling a bit less in control to the situation. Masculine scents which flowed through the air around his head seemed heavier than normal and brought his head off kilter; his equilibrium further distorted as he left his tongue to strike long swathes across the top of the leaking shaft. Both senses of taste and smell worked together to bring him under some sort of strange control. The further aroused he became the more inebriated he began to feel, and with out actually having taken a sip of alcohol at any time in the past day. Leaning forward so that the broad of his chest lay against Grah's shaft, he began to feel slightly more comforted and natural with his movements to the point that he needn't even think about it. Before long, while the silver dragon's vision was likely skewed in the same way as the larger furred beast, he could feel himself being flipped in position. Both dragons appeared to be allowing nature to simply take its course as both their senses of time was utterly demolished.

Shadow stared upwards at the fluffy chest of his friend as his snout tip was tickled slightly by larger collection of fur near the center and bottom of Grah's pectorals. His silver tail began to flick about in anticipation while the claws of his toes curled together once a broad object slowly rubbed across his anal region. It was teasing without a doubt as warmth could be felt spreading across it in a clumsy fashion, as one would come to realize it being Grah not only having slightly less efficient aim in his drunken state, but the simple fact of the difference in size. The only advantage there would be was the calm and relaxed nature both of them would have. Certain pleasure was given to Shadow during the slower method of finding a way into him, as the hilly abdominals from Grah would jut out far enough to give a tickling massage; just enough force being given due to proximity while the endless fibers of fur ensured the feelings would never dull in pleasure, which sent the smaller dragon into a squirming fit.

With a growing sense of frustration coming from Grah's misfortunes, along with his clogged mind, he'd somehow find a way to make his endeavors somewhat simpler. Arching his back and shifting his weight, his burly hands came down to rest and squeeze against the upper arms and shoulders of the smaller dragon with reason to actually lift him instead of lean his weight against. Shadow seemed oblivious to the marginally rougher treatment as his wings lay limp to his sides in total relaxation. Spreading his own legs in the kneeling position to give a proper angle, Grah brought his friend to the perfect elevation before finally thrusting his hips forwards at the absolute perfect point. Even with his clouded mind Shadow's body crinkled and tensed at the sudden penetration which forced his legs apart and tail to be shoved aside. Several more pushes were required in order to achieve much further of a distance within, as the monster of a shaft had barely been enveloped by the warmth of his friend's body. What little friction the barbs of flesh created could be felt in spades by Shadow, as the pointed yet flexible protrusions grabbed at the inconsistencies of his inner flesh, tugging it further back and in different directions as Grah continued the forward movements. Even in his less logical state of mind, Shadow was able to gain greater appreciation for the size which his friend was wielding; the silver dragon able to gaze downwards as his brain barely registered how his midsection began to bulge with the sheer size it was somehow supporting.

Heavy thumping would be felt reverberating throughout the silver dragon's body; Shadow found himself squirming in place for more reasons than simply the more obvious pounding taking place, as the larger dragon thrust continually within him. The warmth of having drank enough alcohol to bring forth such a sensation to take place. A surge of energy rushing through him with every off-beat push from Grah brought a riveting pulse as a state of euphoria grasped at Shadow's mind. Unable to pay much mind to the consequences of the feelings despite his eyes registering the changes taking place upon his own body. Looking down at where the giant mound was created on his belly from the shaft within he was able to watch as his muscularity slowly made itself more evident. His own shaft, while being of respectful size in its own right, began to swell and raise up along the newly thickened abdominal region. From angling alone and utter strength in control from Grah, no extra action need take place by Shadow for him to grind his freshly engorged member in against and between the eastern's brawn. Growth of the silver dragon on comparison was much slower of a process as the method seemed less practical. While the muscles of his arms began to dwarf the sizes of his own head just by direct association Shadow began to feel something different. In more of a sense he was regaining a lost consciousness.

Soft smacks against Shadow's tail indicated a soon-to-be increase of action from Grah; the giant's sized testes with the mass to boot rubbing along the smaller dragon's orbs with each passing. It was as though Shadow had been in a trance as he realized fully the actions taking place once again, a rich blush flowing over his muzzle. Quiet groans escaping his panting mouth while looking around; barely anything more to be seen than his own sex and his body being loomed over by the upward bouncing eastern who kept him in place. It was as though the potion had been transferred somehow to his own body, and yet the powers which be had drained as the intended effects were spent on his body in the less pure form. Distinct tingling taking place within his intestinal tract before spreading through the rest of his body via veins, and quickly piecing together the nature of the magical brew from earlier, came to the understanding that its strength was being injected by Grah's own sexual liquids.

Every minute stretch of Shadow's body could be felt with full realization; even extremely tiny extra bulges were able to send him into a flurry of squirms as the way-too-large shaft twist and thrust with masterfully orchestrated pushes from his friend. Every action built upon itself as he went from closing to opening his eyes while his chest raised and lowered in tandem with the flowing bulge which the shaft created inside of his body from the in and out movements. It was like an ocean's wave as his own member was forced up and down in different angles as the monstrous meat pushing his internals affected seemingly everything near its region. Wet smacks echoed around the two dragons in the air as the excess pre-seed emitted from the shaft had coated it with a natural lubricant in junction with the naturally wet muscle of Shadow's anal region; a seeming lack of friction being exhibited despite his body taking more than what he would ever think himself capable.

Grah's fingers wrapped around the bulging upper shoulder muscle of the silver dragon with a crushing grip as he prepared for what Shadow was able to feel to be the last leg of this endearing ride. With a quick and continual increase in speed from the pushes it began to feel to Shadow as though his body were about to split in half. Every pulse by the excited eastern's shaft, every quickened heartbeat, could be sensualized upon from the skin-tight environment. A build-up of pressure could be felt both by Shadow's own body and from the enlarging urethra which slowly inflated along the bottom of Grah's shaft. This extra increase in diameter added a significant difference in how the shaft could be angled and just how it moved inside. Shadow's prostate, while being coaxed this entire time, was brought to the forefront of any and all added pleasure despite the tugs and pulls of the barbs so much further inside his body. Unable to move his arms due to the vice-grip Grah had on his shoulders, Shadow simply clenched his hands as his body flexed harshly from top to bottom, unable to contain himself any longer.

Heavy huffing from above blew Shadow's hair atop his head back and forth as he felt a sudden pressure was let loose within. Barely able to watch with open eyes, he could view the force of the orgasm create an extra bulge inside his body as it flowed in every possible crevice of the intestinal muscle. At that very moment, from indirect sight of an orgasm and the pleasures indulged upon, the smaller dragon's own explosive climax too formed. The slightly gaped silver mouth being in the perfect line and angled just right for Shadow to sample the force of his own seed by surprise, and yet the extreme push of the pent up orgasm had been surprising enough to be unable to tear one's face away. While Shadow lost some force after the first initial bursts, Grah's could be felt as an inexorable stream which continued to bloat the dulled silver belly. The furred dragon seemed to posses unlimited stamina, yet in the way his movements came about, it would seem as if he were ready to fall over at any given time, either from exhaustion or the intoxicated state which he still seemed to be within.

Shadow slowly numbed to all sensations besides that of sexual bliss. His own endurance having been expended long ago as time had slipped from his grasp of knowledge for he couldn't even keep track of the shadows of objects around him. Nothing but utter warmth filled his body as his stomach sloshed and wobbled with the liquids of the eastern dragon, and even the flavor of the seed would wash along his tongue as he had been filled to the literal brim. It was at this point that Grah slowly began to lower himself atop of the smaller dragon. Letting loose the shoulders while his legs stretched back, he would suddenly fall so that Shadow's back was to the ground whilst his front took the blunt of the blow from the heavy and large dragon.

In that instance Grah seemed to had simply passed out, as if having become so intoxicated that his body could no longer stand it. A strand of drool falling from his mouth as heavy breaths came through as if to to explicitly showcase he had slipped into a deep slumber right on top of his friend. Struggling from below to no avail, even the excess strength Shadow had obtained wouldn't be enough to shove away the massive lump above him. Every movement yet would tease Shadow's nethers, both inside and out, for his friend remained inserted in an awkward position. Shadow soon realized that with out a doubt he was to be caught in this position as those expecting this potion would soon seek out Grah. There was nothing more to do than submit and accept the fact of a thought-of heterosexual dragon be caught in the aftermath of what he brought about on his own.