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At this time I was very confused about who or what or where I was, I wasn't in control of my body, and I had been transformed into a rather large, and I had to admit handsome, anthro dragon which was cool, but rather impractical for everyday life. As I was trying to figure out what I was doing, the thing possessing my body started to move me forwards, I forced my leg to stop after the first step forcing my body to stand there, I felt confusion from my possessor and took that opportunity to regain further control over my body, there was brief resistance but I overwhelmed it and pushed it out of the control seat of my mind. Just as I was about to start moving again the darkness came back and pinned down my mind leaving us at a stalemate, with neither one in complete control of the body.

"Well this is annoying...and disturbing" I thought.

"More so than you could possibly imagine mortal." An irritated reptilian voice replied from the back of my head."

There was a pause of awkward silence.

"I think I think you very nearly killed us right there." I thought back at the voice. The strained silence continued and I felt a little bit of uneasiness seep in from my guest.

"Soo..." I thought into the silence. "I don't suppose you're just going to leave are you?"

"Not a chance."

There was a sudden lurch inside of my head and I was sitting in a large comfortable chair surrounded by countless shelves of dusty books. I purposely ignored the figure in the chair opposite me and plucked a random book off of a shelf. 'Day 1' by Alecs Night. Inside was a detailed description of the entire first day of my conscious life, this library was the inside of my head and these were my memories! It was disappointingly dusty.

"It could be worse, if you were into drugs and alcohol we'd be swamped with cobwebs, fog and...well...swamp."

I turned on my intruder angrily.

"You can stay the hell out of my head! It's bad enough I can see you in here, without you pulling mind-reading shenanigans on me." I glared at the dragon sitting in the chair so urbanely and waited for my temper to cool. While I waited to calm down I studied my uninvited guest. I judged him to be about seven to seven and a half feet tall, but it was hard to tell since he was sitting, he was lithely muscled but that was still impressive on his huge frame, bony ridges swept back from his eyebrows and led into spines hanging down from his head like dreadlocks, and he was covered in scales in shades of black. After a couple of seconds I felt I was calm enough to talk again.

"So are you going to do anything or did you just come in here to play Silly Buggers with the human?"

The dragons mouth split into a wide grin obviously meant to intimidate me.

"So feisty! I can see I made an error in judgment when I was looking for a suitable host indeed; I needed someone who would be easily consumed by my own consciousness leaving me free to do as I please, but it seems that is not to be." He leaned towards me in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. "So I'm here to make you an offer instead." His voice washed over me like honey, sweet and golden. "Allow me control of your body and I will fashion you such entertainment the likes of which have never been seen on your world!"

I allowed my face to slip into a thoughtful, greedy expression while I watched his eyes. As he drank in my expression I saw the wild glee pass behind his eyes before it was quickly suppressed.

"Well mister Kazath, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your offer on the grounds that I'm not a complete fucking idiot." I adopted my most patronizing tone. "Maybe I can make you a counter offer though, you can play straight with me, or I'll beat your ass blue since it's already black!"

The dragon recoiled in his chair the veneer of smug calm momentarily washed away by shock, anger and maybe a small sprinkling of fear too.

"If I wanted to give up control of my body for a trip to gaga land, there are a lot of easier ways than to get captured and offered to some dark spirit by a bunch of cultists! Now you can either explain what is going on around here, or I can keep my body locked up until something kills us." I sat back in my chair and stared at my counterpart."

"You would rather sink into death and oblivion than a perfect dream!?" He was completely off guard as he gaped at me.

"There's no such thing as perfect, and I refuse to be anyones tool."

I noticed the tensing of his muscles a moment before he lunged, but it was enough. As he flew through the air towards me I had already vacated my seat and kicked my own chair directly into his chest, the chair shattered and the dragon was dropped gracelessly in a heap of upholstery. I followed up my kick with a leap into the pile of debris and dragon, twisting his arm behind his back.

"Im...Impossible," he gasped as I twisted his arm behind his back. "I am a god! You cannot hope to defeat me!" He gave a savage wrench with his arm, obviously intended to toss me across the space of my mind. I stood immovably.

"My mind, my rules." I grinned down at him. "You should probably yield before I imagine all sorts of nasty things happening to this arm I'm holding." I stopped and thought for a second, "and is there any cliché more used than 'you cannot hope to defeat me!'?"

My captive heaved a couple more times in my grip before subsiding and glaring up at me with anger, but also a healthy degree of respect.

"Mortal, in millennia I have never encountered a mind such as yours. You have absolutely nothing I can get a good hold on to manipulate you." He craned his head around to look me in the eyes, "I'd be impressed it wasn't so damned inconvenient."

"I'm flattered, but you're still not getting up until you yield." I relaxed my grip slightly so it wasn't so uncomfortable for him though. I'm a nice guy that way.

My captive gave a long sigh, "very well, I yield, as I have never yielded before to any mortal."

"Well, there's a first time for everything." I gave him a hand to his feet. "Now that we're through with establishing what's what, how long has our body been standing in the middle of the clearing?"

Kazath shrugged, "we basically have an unlimited time in here, what happens here is happening at incomprehensible speeds to the outside world."

"That's a neat trick." I waved one of my hands and a large dining table laden with food appeared along with a set of comfortable chairs.

"So is that." He said gesturing at the table and chairs.

"Like I said, my mind my rules," and began eating, "have a seat and tell me about yourself."

"Very well, my name would is of no real importance, I have gone through many through the ages but I am currently known as Kazath the Harbinger. I...actually there's a much faster way of doing this if you're willing."

I set down the turkey drumstick I had been eating and wiped my mouth with a napkin before replying.

"I'm listening." I said cautiously.

"Well..." he said, drawing it out slowly "I have the ability to take and copy memories from my mind, and transfer them into the mind of any being I come into mental contact with."

"No offense but that seems like a bit of a weird ability from a creature of your... persuasion."

"Actually I primarily used it to flood their minds with thousands of images from my history at once, driving them completely mad."

"Yes...I can see where that fits in now."

"You don't seem to trust me very much." He actually sounded slightly wistful at this.

"I'm afraid not, we haven't exactly started out well." I was actually a bit sorry about this; we seemed to be getting along fairly well now. "Let's start with conversing and maybe later we'll try the other way."

"Very well, that seems reasonable. What did you want to know first?"

"How did you get inside my head to begin with? And how can you be talking in my language?"

"After my previous host was killed I drifted in limbo for an era, one day though a rift opened and sucked me directly into your room. Imagine my delight when after thousands of years, I am suddenly presented with a sleeping mortal in fine physical and mental shape. If I believed in anything greater than myself I would have thanked it. As it was though I drifted into your sleeping mind and dwelt there for three and a half years. During that time I manipulated this town to my will for the sole purpose of bringing you here and performing a ritual that would have removed your mind from your body, and I would have had complete control." He gestured around my library, "it didn't quite pan out that way though."

I had grown bored with eating my imaginary food while he talked and replaced it with some festive decorations.

"So what now? I refuse to surrender and you obviously can't leave, so our only option is we're going to have to find some way to co-exist."

He leaned across the table and closed on of his hands around mine, leaning in far over the table to whisper invitingly in my ear.

"I think we both have some things to offer each other that might satisfy."

I obliterated the table from my mind in an instant and leapt forwards, wrapping my arms around his shoulders tightly pressing my mouth against his in a passionate kiss. He fell backwards off balance and landed softly in a pile of convenient pillows, we lay there embracing and kissing for a moment, I felt one of his hands reach between my legs to undo my pants while the other worked at removing my shirt. In response I reached between his legs and began rubbing his bulging sheath until he became fully erect. I briefly glanced down and then swallowed as I saw his foot long cock slide out dripping a small amount of pre-cum onto my hand. We finally had to break off the kiss so that he could finish removing my clothes and we panted for oxygen for a moment.

"You continue to astound me human." Kazath had finally regained his breath.

"If you had paid more attention to me than your cult," I panted while still rubbing his cock, "you would have noticed my Yiffstar account."

Kazath gave a chuckle and attempted to catch me by surprise and wrestle me to the ground, I responded by executing a roll-over that left him pinned, face to the ground, and me laying across his back my own cock lining up at his ass.

"I still have home ground advantage." I grinned into his ear, and pushed my cock into his ass. He gave a sighing moan of pleasure as I began slowly thrusting into him. I reached around and grasped his cock and began to jerk him off in rhythm with my thrusts. We gasped and panted as I rode him to glorious climax; it began slowly with the warmth of pleasure building in my loins and burst into a raging inferno of release as we both came in unison. Kazath let out a huge roar as he sprayed warm cum across the cushions we lay on, my own cum rushing up into his ass and running down the back of his legs. We both collapsed in a heap in the cushions facing each other.

"That...was...intense." I gasped grinning at him and giving him a kiss on his scaly lips.

Kazath returned my kiss hungrily and withdrew looking into my eyes. "Not bad for a human." He grinned jokingly back at me.

"I have a name you know!" I responded indignantly.

"You are no longer just Alecs Night," he looked at me seriously, "you are Hanet'Nial. You are the avatar of chaos, and the night, and the dark."

"I can accept that and whatever comes with it as long as it comes with you."

"Are you ready to witness my memories?"

"I am."