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Shine

Gold is one of those metals that always seems like it has something to prove.

When you see gold in a fine setting, a rich folks' cocktail party or a fancy restaurant, it glimmers like it's embarrassed by the surroundings while diamonds and other stones shine like the sun.

Sitting on the grubby, sticky bar of a dockside bar in a barely-populated bayside town, it shines like a newborn sun - perhaps trying to make up for the dinginess of its surroundings.

It shone even more brightly in the eyes of the overweight mongrel behind the bar. He fairly drooled over the hefty coin, beady brown orbs flicking down to where it lay, then back up to the figure who had placed it there. The canine wiped his palms on the stained apron that barely contained his bulk, and flashed a plastic smile at the visitor.

"We see many treasure hunters in these waters, sir. Most come up empty. But sometimes the local fishing boats come up with ... interesting artifacts." His greedy eyes flicked down to the coin again. "They would almost certainly appreciate a small donation to their expenses and perhaps tell their stories..."

His visitor grunted with irritation and pulled a second coin, this one silver but bearing the same markings as the first, Spanish sigils and lettering. "This is the best donation that they're going to get without results."

The bartender leaned back, his eyes widening, as the tall, muscular shark leaned forward across the bar and smiled. Sharp teeth glinted almost as brightly as the gold on the bar and he raised his voice slightly. "Tell them I am looking for any interesting finds, that I'll double that if they have a good tip, and that if they aren't here by midday I'll take my money somewhere it's appreciated."

Behind him, the shark could hear chairs shuffle along the floor and feet scuffle out the door of the bar. He grinned at the bartender and took a seat on a stool to wait.

It wasn't a long wait. Twenty minutes later, a jaguar, fur lightened from years of work in the sun. Peering from under a battered baseball cap he spotted the shark and padded over with an ingratiating expression.

"You are the treasure hunter, yes? I am Esteban. I fish the coast south of here."

"Corsayr. You have something for me, Esteban?"

The slim feline nodded, peering around conspiratorially. "My fishing grounds, they are close to rugged inlets that not many will attempt to sail. But sometimes... sometimes when storms rise, Esteban will take safe harbor in those inlets."

The shark's eyebrow raised slightly. "And when Esteban sails into those inlets..."

"Esteban may find many things. Many interesting things." He leaned closer, his gnarled paws spreading out face-up. A number of gold coins - of an older vintage than the few that Corsayr carried with him - gleamed in the dim light of the bar.

Corsayr grinned. "Esteban, let me offer you a business proposal..."

Esteban hadn't been kidding when he said the inlets south of town were rugged and difficult to sail. When the jungle cat had turned towards shore at some mark that only he could spot, the treasure hunter had been concerned. Then the 20-foot converted launch had slipped through a veil of vine and into an open patch of water.

"We are close!" Esteban throttled the motor down and grinned from his position at the wheel, little twitches of his paws steering the vessel deeper into the jungle. "Another twenty minutes or so." He paused. "Unless trees have fallen in the storm from two weeks ago."

Corsayr grimaced. "Is that likely?"

"It is hard to say, senor. But Esteban will get you as close as he can to the end of the inlet."

There was no doubt of that, Corsayr realized, the shark watching the fisher staring forward at the narrow channel ahead. Every once in a while the jaguar would give a twitch of the wheel and work the throttle, nudging his craft past a stump here, a broken tree bole there, a clump of floating vines that might threaten to bind the motor elsewhere.

A flash of lighter color among the trees caught his attention and he peered closer at a dead tree. The symbols on it were obvious if one knew to look for them. There wasn't much but Corsayr smiled widely at their presence. He had seen those before - at pirate camps and caches elsewhere in the Caribbean.

The boat abruptly chugged to a halt. "Ah... senor? We have a problem."

Corsayr looked up at Esteban, who pointed forward with one skinny paw. He turned, and grunted at the hefty tree that had collapsed across the slim inlet. "That isn't good."

"No, it is not. This is as far as we can go. It is perhaps another five minutes to the end of the inlet."

"That's fine, Esteban. I can take it from here."

"Eh?" The fishercat looked confused, until Corsayr deposited a pawful of silver coins into his paw.

"You wait here until... three o'clock. That's seven hours." Corsayr stripped off his shirt, exposing a muscular torso, and followed it with most of his gear save a small shovel, a large, strong sack and a few other implements. "If I'm not back, go get help. And when I do get back, you get that much again. Got it?"

Esteban grinned and sat down, pulling out a fishing pole from under a seat. "Good luck, senor. I would warn you of the fish and other things that bite, but it would seem unimportant."

"I'd like that. It's been a while since breakfast." The shark flashed a grin, then slipped smoothly into the water. "See you in a few hours."

Nothing came close to Corsayr - that he could see through the murky water of the inlet - as he swam effortlessly against the gentle current towards a looming green rise that peeked through the foliage ahead.

Abruptly, as he brushed through some greenery, a wall of wood appeared. He stopped, holding to a trailing vine, and peered at the battered vessel where it lay dappled in weak beams of sunlight. Sure enough, it could be nothing more than a pirate - possibly a small naval vessel captured at sea, or a merchant modified for speed and strength. Now, however, she was a broken heap of wood.

Corsayr clambered hand-over-hand up the broken ship's side and carefully picked his way over her to the far side. A waterfall tumbled down from far above, carving down the cliff face. In the rainy season, the fall would be a torrent, but a couple of weeks of sunny weather had it down to a light spray - and exposed the hole in the cliff face behind it. That cave would never be noticed by a casual observer coming up the inlet, hidden as it was behind the ship, but he had seen that before and smiled.

Pirates knew about those too.

Warm jungle stream water pattered off Corsayr's shoulders as the shark slipped through the water veil and into the cave. He pulled a waterproof flashlight off his belt and flicked it on, casting a muddy light across the interior of the cavern. The beam illuminated more symbols on the walls, graffiti from a long-past age that - to Corsayr's trained eye - warned against trespassing.

Following the light, Corsayr made his way deeper into the cavern. A few more signs were scrawled here and there, but any indication that there had been traps or other hindrances was gone. A trickle of water along the floor suggested to the shark that anything else in here had probably been washed out over time by flash floods - the cave probably opened somewhere far above and would gather water in the rainy season.

Something caught the light and flickered amid the mud, and the shark knelt quickly. Pulling a small knife from his belt, he pried at the mud, and a disc the size of a silver dollar popped out. He lifted it and grinned as the gold coin with its Spanish markings glinted in the light. Sure enough, it looked like items had been washed down the cave. Hopefully, he thought, there would be a larger cache ahead.

The cave curved left, and Corsayr squelched forward, boots sticking in the thin layer of mud. Then it opened up and light from an opening far above spilled across a large natural cavern. Some of it appeared to be above the regular water line that would form during storms... and just along that water line the light caught a heap of sullen yellow.

Corsayr wasn't the type for celebratory shouts, but he allowed himself a wide grin and a "Found you..." as he stepped towards the cascade of gold coins. A massive chest had been placed in an alcove along the cavern side, but the regular runoff had battered its wood until one side collapsed, spilling its contents.

Those contents appeared to be potentially a hundred pounds of gold. Corsayr did the math quickly in his head, but lost track of the number of zeroes involved. "Lots" would have to do until he got this haul back safely. For the moment, he simply dug both fists deep into the pile of gold and tugged, watching the coins tinkle and spill merrily down to his feet.

Amid the gold coins, something else glittered in the flashlight's beam, casting a slight reddish glow. The shark cocked an eyebrow curiously and brushed a few more coins away from it, exposing a red jewel that nearly glowed as he focused the light upon it.

"Oh, baby..." Corsayr breathed, leaning closer to the apparently flawless ruby. "Where have you been all my life?"

This was the score, he thought, reaching for the stone. This would be the one that changed his life.

His fingers brushed the stone. A feeling almost like a spark flashing from metal to flesh jolted his hand, and the world ... blurred. Bent.

Changed.

It started as a tingle that spread along his arm in a flash. Corsayr's vision was overlaid by a haze of red the same shade as the gem. The tingle became an odd stretching that engulfed his entire body, and the shark moaned in shock.

Things shifted - his body parts seemed to extend, to stretch out, to compress, to expand all at once. The ground pulled away from Corsayr as he dropped to all fours, head shaking - and knocking his head on the cavern side. There was no pain, just that stretching all over - his neck, his back, his shoulders, his legs. Something seemed to burst from his upper back and he groaned, then collapsed, huddling as the odd feelings slowly suhsided and he was left panting for breath.

Corsayr rested for a long moment before slowly opening his eyes. The red haze was gone, and he breathed a heaving sigh, then stopped. That sound had been far deeper than he had ever sounded before. He reached up to rub his chest, and froze as his hand came into view. It was green, rather than his usual shade. And it was covered in tiny scales that glinted in the light trickling in from far above.

The shark jolted back onto his haunches, then paused again and swiveled his head downward... before realizing that his head was on a much longer neck than usual. And that he had more green scales all up and down his body, lighter on his belly. And that he had a long, tapered tail.

In fact, Corsayr, realized, somehow he had been transformed into... a dragon? A real dragon, with claws and wings - he confirmed that by turning to peer over his shoulder at the wide fans attached to him - and how in hell had that happened?

"Calm down, Corsayr, it's just your garden-variety magic," he rumbled, his voice deeper as it rumbled back at him from the cavern depths. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed to settle on his haunches again. This time, he surveyed himself more carefully. Sure enough - scales, spines along his back and big wings that he could barely unfurl in the cavern.

Everything had changed, he thought as he ran his clawed forepaws across his longer, thicker body, then paused and glanced down over his belly. Well, not everything, Corsayr realized as his explorations over the nearly-hidden slit between the draconic hind legs. Twin tapered tips slipped out of the folds there and slowly stiffened, mirroring the shark's own two shafts. Some things changed, some things remained the same, he mused as those two lengths jutted out.

Well, since they were there and all...

Corsayr shifted around and laid against the heap of gold, cool against his scaled back, and slowly closed the fingers of his left forepaw around one of the shafts. It twitched at his touch, and he gave a soft hiss of pleasure from that first contact - apparently draconic members were more sensitive than he was used to. He grinned to himself and started to stroke, slowly, savoring the unfamiliar sensations of those scaled fingers trailing over that sensitive flesh.

It almost felt like someone else was doing the caressing along that long, firm length, the tongue trailing over the tip as he pumped up and down slowly, growing pleasure spreading into his newly draconic belly. A dribble of fluid trickled across the thick, blunt fingers that wrapped around the base of his left cock, a matching drip trailing down its twin. He groaned softly with pleasure and sped up, digging his free paw into the mound of gold, its cool, weighty presence strangely arousing itself - perhaps the whole 'dragon hoard' thing was the truth, Corsayr thought even as he continued to pump at his thick shaft.

That dribble of precum dripping down his free length caught the light and glinted, and Corsayr stretched his sinuous neck down towards his belly. The scent that rose from his groin was almost mesmerizing - thick and musky and enticing. He grinned and leaned closer, only to realize just where his muzzle was... far further down his body than he could have ever reached previously. And those lovely shafts were right there... bobbing in front of him...

With a smirk, he leaned forward and engulfed his right cock in his mouth.

Sharp teeth brushed the sensitive flesh and he adjusted his hold on it carefully as the warm, wet sensation slid down that length, soft lips tickling along it. He groaned and flicked his tongue out along that shaft, then out of his mouth entirely to wrap around its base with a firm tension. His hips twitched and pushed both erections into his muzzle and claw, panting hard.

His pre tasted thick and salty and hot, and the combined sensations were driving Corsayr wild. He felt his muscles tensing and redoubled his efforts, gripping his shaft tight, pumping hard and fast even as his neck pistoned back and forth, plunging his right cock into his mouth, nearly into that flexible throat.

It didn't take much more. Corsayr groaned low around himself as his body tensed, clenched then came hard. Thick, ropy cum gushed out onto his belly as he erupted, a matching torrent flooding into his mouth where he greedily gulped it away, his tongue and lips sealed around that pulsing pole.

Slowly, the sensations trailed off and the dragon sagged, panting as the heat of the orgasm trailed off. He pulled away wearily from his groin, trailing dribbles of his seed, and slumped against the cavern side to catch his breath as the thick puddle of cum cooled on his scales.

"This," the dragon rumbled, "is an awesome treasure. But it's going to be a hell of a thing to explain... if I don't turn back in a few hours."

He looked around the cavern, and his eyes rested on the red gem, gleaming in the midst of its gold coin cover. Perhaps, he thought, if it had worked once...

With an adventurous grin, Corsayr reached out to touch the gem again.

"Shine"

Written for Sanmer by Tony Greyfox - www.furaffinity.net/user/tgreyfox | Twitter @tonygreyfox

Corsayr (c) Sanmer