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Secret Show

Warning: this story is intended for readers 18 years of age or older for adult and other extreme content. You have been warned.

This story contains the following: Magic Use, Trickery/Pranking, Voyeurism, Hyper, Transformation, Tree Roots (Tentacles), and Masturbation. If you do not like some of these things then stop here.

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It was late at night in the forest; the full moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by thousands of bright stars. All of the day-time animals were sleeping comfortably in their homes, tired after a long and hot summer day. There was one creature still out and about; unable to sleep he had decided to join the nocturnal creatures in their nightly tasks. Dyyor rumbled about the forest, in search of something to ease his mind and find sleep.

This was common for him; he would sometimes find himself waking up in the middle of the night, vaguely remembering a dream about fire and shining pieces of metal. He wasn't sure how long the dream had occurred and he could never quite fixate on any other details, but he was sure it was important or else he wouldn't be having it so often. Either way, it kept him up most nights. Not knowing what it meant was the hardest part to deal with, but he was able to find some kind of comfort by humming a little tune.

It was called the Melody of Calming; his kind created it millennia ago and had continued modifying and perfecting its properties. The purpose of the tune was to bring one's mind focus and closure through a string of carefully planned harmonies, the vibrations creating a sort of resonance within the targets very soul. His mother had taught him the Melody ages ago, around when he was two years old and barely able to understand magic. He was proud of his kind's understanding and knowledge of the inner-workings of the soul and it didn't hurt it was by far his favorite song.

His musings were interrupted when he heard laughter on the other side of the lake he often visited to clear his head; dragon curiosity welled up as he wondered who else would be out this time of night. Slithering into the cool water of the lake he began to swim across and investigate, perhaps this was a creature he hadn't seen before. He continued the Melody on the way, the water resonated the tune to amplify its' effects, soothing his mind further. The laughter continued as he approached the opposite bank, he began to feel it sounded familiar to another creature he had seen but couldn't quite put a claw on it.

Rising out of the water, the large dragon shook himself dry and continued to slink into the forest; the laughter growing loader as he got closer. Eventually he ended up at a small clearing, staying behind the bushes to remain undetected. Humans! A young woman and a man were running around and laughing together, Why are they out here... the nearest village is an hour away, Dyyor pondered. He continued to watch them as the man wrestled around with her, a grey ceramic bottle with a red eagle on it in his left hand. Ah, he concluded, that's why, humans and their 'potions', Dyyor didn't understand why they liked those awful beverages so much.

It appeared they had had quite a bit to drink and thought it would be fun to venture into the forest, amazing how those drinks reduced fear.Maybe I could approach them; he liked interacting with humans so long as it wasn't the 'AAAAH! Don't eat me!', screaming variety. He quickly stashed the thought away upon recalling no amount of 'potion' would make any human that brave, still it was an entertaining notion. The man continued messing with the woman; flipping her pony tail, spinning her around, Dyyor was amused by his display.

Then the male did something neither the woman nor the dragon saw coming, he lunged in and kissed her on the lips. She was frozen in surprise for a moment, and then returned his affection in full by bringing the both of them down to the ground. They tossed and turned as they held each other in a loving embrace, kissing and groping with wild abandon. Dyyor felt slightly awkward, I shouldn't watch this, it isn't right, turning away to head back to his cave. He froze up as the woman moaned loudly, Although, it wouldn't hurt to watch for a little bit, he convinced himself and sat on his haunches with a look of curiosity and glee.

The man practically ripped open the woman's corset, to which she gasped with enticement, and began to grope her breasts. Dyyor rarely found humans attractive, but he had to hand it to the man, she had quite the body. The man leaned down and took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth, sucking sensually as she gasped and moaned in response to his tongue. The peeping dragon could feel himself getting warm; he had not intended to actually get turned on by this show, but why waste a good hard on?

He laid back and began caressing himself, to get even more in the mood as he watched events unfold. The man had begun moving his mouth further down her torso, paying extra attention to her stomach; kissing and licking as he moved down. He reached her belt and looked up to her slyly as he unfastened the buckle with his teeth, tossing the strip of leather to the side. Just as he was about to get to her under garments she took back control and shoved him to his back, straddling on top of him.

The woman leaned forward, grinding his crotch, and began kissing and nibbling his neck. She paid extra attention to his earlobe, sucking on it briefly and giggling at the man's shivers. Their lips locked again in a deep and suffocating kiss, in which she took in his lower lip and sucked on it with lustful interest. She then ripped open his shirt, not bothering with the buttons, and kissed a trail from his neck to his collar bone then to his belly. Dyyor stroked his member with anticipation; humans had such interesting methods of foreplay.

She continued down to his trousers, teasingly rubbing his trapped and straining cock as she undid his belt. Once the clothing opened his member sprung forward eagerly, "No undergarments, huh?" she teased him as he grinned sheepishly. Smirking she knelt down and licking the head of his penis, making him shudder; the dragon shuddered as well remembering how good that felt. The female began sucking him off; bobbing her head up and down for a few minutes before the male finally got tired of her teasing. He lunged up, forcing them both to the ground and getting on top.

The woman giggled and sensually removed her clothing to present her wet vagina to him; he licked his lips as he stroked his cock. Dyyor had an idea, I could make this more interesting for everyone, and he grinned. Focusing hard, he wove a series of spells into an orb of dim, green light. He then used a new trick he learned and molded the light into two small arrows, carefully throwing them at the humans and hitting them on their sides. "Ow!" they both yelped, "What was that?" the man asked. "I have no idea, a bug of some kind?"

The man was beginning to get up, but Dyyor had other plans and with a snap of his fingers the man stopped and knelt back down. "Ah, who cares, let's keep going," he breathed, Step 1: Control. The woman also stopped worrying and swung her legs around his torso to pull him closer, "I. Want. You. Now." Step 2: Lower Inhibitions. The man shifted a little bit and lined up his cock to her entrance, then slowly began to push forward. She gasped with pleasure as she felt him enter, the sensation sending shocks along her spine.

He began to thrust slowly at first, but picked up his pace once she loosened up more; propping one of her legs over his shoulder. So this isn't their first time, Dyyor thought with slight disappointment, Oh well, this will be a first time experience for them regardless. The humans were moaning and gasping as they continued their mating ritual, the man speeding up and thrusting deeper while the woman clutched his arms. Step 3: Growth Dyyor thought as he snapped his fingers again.

The man slowed down slightly as he felt something odd, his member was... tingling? He quickly forgot about it when the woman dug her nails into his arm, "Don't. Stop." He obliged and continued thrusting at his previous pace, not noticing his cock was growing inside her. It wasn't long before she noticed; however, his member was beginning to feel tighter, "Are you... getting bigger?" She quickly got her answer as he gave a powerful thrust and her stomach bulge slightly.

"Oh, Gods!" she shouted in ecstasy, the man looked down and saw what happened. To Dyyor's surprise he just smiled and kept thrusting even as his cock continued to get bigger. Step 4: Transformation, Dyyor concentrated on changing them both into a durable creature that could last for a long time. He thrust his eyes open and they began to change, hair sprouting all over their bodies, their nails growing into claws. Their heads took on wolf-like characteristics, lengthened snouts, their ears shifted to the top and pointed. Dyyor cringed at the slight cracking sound he could hear of their bones changing shape; thank goodness he chose the version of the spell that dulls the pain.

The females breasts were reduced slightly in size but became more rounded; her body also gained an even sleeker physique. The male gained a more stocky build, his muscles growing in size and definition along with his still human cock. They howled together once the transformation was complete, Werewolves, always a good show, Dyyor mused. They continued their mating, the males cock now several times bigger than before and causing an even larger bulge in the females belly. He shifted to a standing position, taking hold of her legs with his much stronger arms, and continued fucking her upside-down.

The force of his thrusts made her belly bulge out over and over, causing her entire body to bob up and down. Their grunts and growls filled the night air, likely disturbing any other wildlife, but the dragon was enjoying this too much to worry. The male began thrusting even faster, likely getting close to his limit, grunting and panting heavily as his enlarged balls slapped into the female's new tail. Dyyor could tell she was getting close as well, from her whines and moans, Step 5: Entrapment.

With a sly grin he shuffled over to the nearest tree, knocking on it three times he invoked a new ability he had been trying to hone;Nature's Friend. The tree creaked and rustled in response to his third knock and stood in a somewhat thoughtful silence, awaiting orders. Using what little knowledge he had accrued, Dyyor tapped a pattern on the tree's trunk; a set of instructions. As he finished tapping he noticed the humans, now werewolves, were just about to hit their climax. Show time.

Tapping the trunk twice, the tree began; some of its roots sprang up from the ground and slithered over to the wolves. The silent roots were only a foot or two away when they lunged at them, twisting and turning around their bodies. The woman let out a shrill howl of surprise that made even Dyyor's head hurt, the root holding her grew another tendril to wrap around her snout and keep her quiet. Meanwhile the male, still inside her, was held up with his arms and legs spread.

They continued to struggle, but quickly realized the roots had a tight hold and they were going nowhere. As the roots were instructed, they began to grow fresh tendrils and twist around the bodies of their captives, squeezing and caressing them gently. They began pulling the male back and forth, forcing him to continue mating with the female. She just hung there and took it while the tendrils squeezed her breasts and made her mind swim, loving the feeling of the smooth and firm vines against her furred skin.

Vines were also caressing the male, wrapping around his thighs and neck, even his large testicles. He gave a gravely moan through his own gag as the vines on his balls tightened slightly, giving him an extra dose of pleasure. The vines extended up his scrotum and down his shaft, coming to the female's entrance. He watched in a mixture of disgust and pleasure as the vines gently prodded and finally entered, squeezing past his large member.

The woman gasped and quivered at the feeling of so many things stretching her out, looking down to watch the vines create even more of an impression along her already penis shaped belly. Without warning the vines suddenly grew in thickness and began to wriggle and writhe sensually, causing the two lovers to gasp in euphoria. The female could feel the vines wrap around the member inside her, increasing his thickness even as she felt him continue to grow, she couldn't take it anymore.

The male could feel her tighten in orgasm as he was forced to hilt; her howl was muffled but still very loud. The cinch on his cock threw him well over the edge and he reached his orgasm as well, the vines on his balls tightening to force out cum even harder. They howled in unison as the woman's belly punched out from the pressure of the liquid he was pumping into her, the vines began to wrap around her belly and constrict it as well. The sight was so intense Dyyor couldn't help but reach his own orgasm; unleashing a roar loud enough to be heard throughout the forest as his own seed sprayed on and around him.

Once the human-werewolves finished they collapsed on eachother, Step 6: Sleep, Dyyor slumped down as well. He managed to give the tree three faint taps to release the humans as they began to change back, "Now that was a lot of fun" he murred.