Earth
#5 of The Dark file
A world of magic and dragons, where a visit from an earth dragon helps your crops grow and the storm dragons bring rain. But something is amiss this year. Something is different in the earth.
Long ago and far away, as most fables begin, was a land blessed by dragons. I can hear you cry, "blessed? How can any place be blessed by such beasts? Don't you mean plagued?" Oh no, my friend, I most certainly mean blessed. A land blessed by dragons, a place of wonder and magic. I can tell you... Sit for a moment, if you will. Both you and your wife, good sir. In fact, all of you gentlemen and ladies, please gather round. We're all traveling the same road. We'll share a drink at this table, enjoy the food and the warmth of the fire, then you may go to your rest with a grand story to pass on.
In a country not far from here, in a time when magic was as plentiful as water, was a valley. In this valley the people prospered, not from worshiping a god, or rotating their crops, or begging for rain. No, they prospered because of the Dragon. This dragon was well known, and went by many names. This dragon was no mere beast, for he spoke with those he visited. He would take his fill of livestock or other offerings and pass on, leaving green fields and sometimes even bulging women as he passed. Anywhere that life flourished, he was there. His realm was the earth and things that grew and toiled in it.
Every year it was the same, starting in the west, the dragon would make his way from town to town, village to village, farm to farm. Each time he came, it was with a thunder of wings and a flash of deep, earthy brown. The muscled beast would travel to each place, perform a rite, accept the offerings of the villagers as they feasted with him. He would play with the children, bless mothers and fathers with kind words, only to move on the next morning.
He was unmistakable, being nearly ten meters from nose to tail, three meters from foot to shoulder, thick with muscles under a scaled hide that seemed a bit more like tanned leather until you got close. No one minded that when the quadrupedal beast would walk amongst them, his pride displayed tucked behind his back legs. It was no less unnatural or strange than a stallion. Why should a mythical beast clothe himself to suit human sensibility? No, no one minded, no one shielded their children, and none ever complained. It merely was what was.
This year began much the same, the dragon was going from village to village as he always did. This year was different, somehow. He spent more than a single day at each stop. Stories began to spread from the west, of the villages the dragon visited going silent... of people acting strangely, of entire townships sending their women away. That was silly, of course, for the dragon always made the women so easily filled with child that no one would think to send them away after a visit! Mere rumors, they must be.
So time passed and the looming visit caused a great stir in the people of this valley. Soon their offerings were ready, the seeds ready to plant. The dragon did not come. Worry began to cross their faces. It was the planting time, where was the dragon? Had he become displeased? None noticed that the river ran a little thicker than it should, or seemed cloudy.
Another week passed, and the dragon did not come. None seemed to care that the water was a little salty. It was still cool and refreshing and they started their planting without their lord. None paid any mind to the sticky streamers that ran into the fields when the gates were opened. The water rushed them away and along, spreading the sticky clumps amongst the soil.
A third week had come and gone, and still there was no sign of the dragon. Many had fallen into a strange sort of state. They tended the fields as normal, but seemed to eye each other oddly. A young girl of perhaps thirteen noticed that many of the men were walking around with prominent tents in their pants... something that happened any time the dragon visited. She too felt some strange sensations, especially when she drank from the well.
This young girl, by name of Anna, continued to watch as each day the menfolk came back from the fields more energetic. Her brown eyes and auburn hair were her pride and joy and she would show them off long after she should be home to the boys... who showed less and less interest in her. She would complain to her mother, who would quiet her complaints and send her to bed early. Each day, she would find her nethers itched and needed attention. She would sneak from her bed and hide in the barn, where she would pleasure herself.
It was one such night that she noticed that she was alone. Her mother and father were gone, and she was left in the house after she was sent to go to bed. She thought little of it, save that perhaps she would have the freedom to help herself. Back she laid in her bed, fingers tracing down her belly. where one had been soft skin, now was a firmer hide. Her fertile, round belly was now a series of firm abdominals. She never asked her mother about the changes, afraid that it was making her too manly.
Tonight, however, she admired them. A hand rubbed across her breasts, which too had been growing smaller. She squeezed the left one as she always did, then dropped her right hand between her legs. She began to rub, slowly massaging the swollen nub that demanded her attention. It had gotten bigger lately, and it felt good to pinch it in her fingers and stroke it, where once she would shove her digits within her quivering tunnel. Today, she did both. She brought her left hand down and stuffed several fingers into her tight tunnel. With one hand she pumped, while the other she stroked, working the nearly inch long clit with a happy moan.
She came quickly and powerfully, muscles twitching, tensing, growing even as she curled against herself. With a happy sigh, she laid back, idly drawing her sticky fingers to her lips to be licked clean. For some time she laid there, staring at the ceiling. She just could not sleep.
"I wonder where Ma and Da went to?" she finally asked aloud, rolling from her bed. She put on not her normal skirt, but a pair of pants that was reserved for washing day or stomping through the fields when helping the menfolk. She slipped on her blouse, then tiptoed out of her home. The whole town was quiet, save for the farm animals shifting in their paddocks and stalls and barns.
Anna crept here, and there, from house to house. Nowhere could she find a soul. She stopped when she came to the village's well, finding herself thirsty. She drew a bucket, only to cough when what poured into her lips was thick and salty, filling her nose with a scent not unlike when the stallions were in rut. She swallowed what had poured into her mouth, then spit the rest aside.
"Ugh, what happened to the well?" she asked, not realizing that her voice was just a bit lower than before. She set the bucket next to the well, and continued to wander. Something drew her towards the edge of town. A scent, something sweet and strong, seemed to float from the river road. The river itself burbled and sloshed, sounding thick and heavy as it traveled past, but in the dim of a cloudy, moonless night, she could not tell why.
Bit by bit, Anna followed the road into the canopy of trees. The scent grew stronger, thicker. It wasn't sweet, it was earthy. It was strong. It made her loins ache. With a soft groan, her hand slipped down into her pants and she began to play with her aching nub.
Voices! Not just voices, familiar voices. She crept closer to the sounds. The scent got thicker on the air, making her thoughts slow. She crept up to a hedge and settled herself in between the branches to peer into a glade she couldn't remember ever seeing before.
In the darkness, she could see movement, she could hear muffled voices. But she could also hear a rumbling. Her heart caught in her throat. The Dragon was here! Her loins burned at the thought. Perhaps it would be her year to bear a child at his blessing? She was ready to run out into the dark clearing when the clouds parted and silver moonlight bathed a scene that would forever be burnt into her memory.
Not two meters away, her mother was naked and being thrust into by her father! But not in the place that a woman should be taken. No, it was in her ass! Ass? What word was this? Why would she use such a vulgar term? But when she looked again, she could see clearly that he was thrusting into her bottom. Her fingers pinched her clit harder, even as her mother lifted her head.
The woman moaned, sweat dripping from her body as her breasts, sagged with her middle age, swayed with each rocking. She couldn't tear her eyes away until there was a deep growl from across the clearing.
There, proud and on full display, was the dragon! On even more proud display was his manhood, a massive meaty spire that pointed at the moon. He was not tending it, but two men were. One of them seemed strangely familiar. She just couldn't tell why.
She watched in rapt fascination as the two males licked the crown of the dragon's flesh, worshiped it, rubbed their bodies against it, then cried in ecstasy as the dragon came and sprayed them both with pearlescent white fluids. The thick seed splattered both men, who started to swell with handsome muscle and potent girth... for their own manhoods grew longer before her eyes.
The seed was soon unleashed upon the gathered orgy of bodies. Anna watched with aroused horror as some landed upon her parents, which drew her eyes to her mother. Her mother was... no longer her mother. Oh, the figure below her father was familiar, the face, the eyes, but even those features were changing as her mother's now bulged and muscular chest worked with each thrust. A wet, heavy slapping filled the air before her father reached around and grabbed the tool that proudly sprayed rope after rope of seed from between her mother's legs as the two men peaked together.
Anna finally lost her senses, screaming as she blacked out in time with a powerful climax of her own. Many eyes, some with slit pupils, lifted to the bushes as her fathers slowly uncoupled and stood, the messy aftermath of their lovemaking dripping from each.
When anna woke, it was still night. She stunk, sweat soaked her body... and she loved it? She sat up, realizing she was on bare soil. Her first thought was the brush it off, she mustn't be dirty. But... why? She knit her brows in confusion and looked around. The sea of faces around her brought reality crashing down. She screamed, then peddled back until her body hit something hot and heavy and hard as iron. A rumble filled the air, along with a musk she had known since she was a child.
"Hello Anna," came a deep, fatherly voice. "Do not be afraid, I am sorry I came to your village late."
"Great dragon," she said, shivering. "Why? What's going on? What is this?"
"This, poor girl, is my blessing. My true blessing. I was shown the amazing power of Male, and I have come to bring it to every corner of our realm."
Anna's blood ran cold for the barest of moments. Confusion followed. Why was she affraid? "M...Male, my lord?"
"I am not your lord, little Anna. Call me... father. Or daddy." In the dark, a tongue brushed across her head.
"D...daddy?" she asked with wonder. For a moment, she looked at her parents... and while they were her fathers true, the dragon was father to all of them. With a tremble, she murmured, "I... am not male. I'm a girl."
The big drake chuckled quietly. "So you are. I will fix that for you, if you'll let me. In fact, I will do much more than that."
She looked up, her former fears forgotten as the massive dragon rose up above her. "Drink from me, Anna, and become my son, like your parents and the rest of your village has."
The girl blushed as the massive tool was brought to her lips. Her parents came up on either side. "You're the last to take the blessing, Anna. You will be special," the man who was her mother said. Both of the males gripped the huge organ and began to worship as the two earlier had.
Anna felt thirsty, thirstier than she ever had in her life. Her nose twitched with the scent of semen and sweat, her loins ached. Without a thought, she pulled herself out of her clothing and tackled the spongey, massive glans in front of her. She stroked it, rubbed it, and kissed at the yawning, drooling slit with all the fervor of a virgin having her first time.
Each splatter of fluid across her breasts caused them to shrink. Each wash of it down her front caused her abs to grow, each clench of her insides made it clear there was less of them. She licked into the slit, suckled the fluids from it, mindless that it was her parents helping to feed her this sexual treat. The salty, musky fluid made her feel complete.
The dragon above growled his lust, nodding to the others. They all began to caress and pleasure each other. There seemed to be a rhythm that the dragon dictated, his own growing pleasure pulsing through the gathered bodies. Anna couldn't see, but they all had their eyes on her.
The dragon's proud, chocolate colored organ seemed to darken, thicken, veins bulged along its length as Anna drank furiously from his tip. Her parents worked furiously, feeling themselves growing closer as their Father did. All around, bodies were on top of bodies, cocks were in mouths, hands, and asses.
Cock. the word hit Anna like a stone. Her body stiffened. Ass. The word made her cheeks blush, even as her hair drew back and became shorter. Balls. She glanced at her parents' heavy sacs and drooled some of her Father's essence. Male! The silent scream in her mind was followed by the blossoming of her body.
Her overly large clit erupted into a proud organ, four inches long and an inch thick. Her labia swelled, then dropped as the flesh fused into a pair of orbs each the size of an almond. Her nipples grew fat, but small hairs curled about them as fuzz grew under her arms, her pubic hair thickened, and her hips narrowed.
Another word was coming to her. It was tickling at her mind, whispering in her ear. The word was almost there, almost formed. The closer it drew, the more fevered the orgy became. The pressure inside her was so much, so good... she wrapped one fist about her shaft and pumped as the dragon above roared the word into being. "CUM!" Her mouth filled with rich, blessed seed as the tool in her hand bloated and strained. The head grew fat, the barrel long and thick, and her modest balls exploded to the size of plums! Her first seed erupted from her shaft as every male in the clearing shot their load, frosting one another in the raw potency the dragon had given them.
The last thing she could remember before blacking out was the divine, salty taste as her head was held to her Father's tool and her belly bloating with the fire of a dragon.
When Anna woke, he felt wonderful. His mouth was full of the taste of his Father and two warm bodies were next to him, pressed up on either side. A quick draw of breath told him it was his parents. He could feel their erections against his body, their heat on his flesh. A happy smile curled his lips before he opened his eyes. He crossed his eyes at the violet snout that filled his vision.
A quick wriggle pulled him away from his still human parents and he looked over his body. His skin was anywhere from dark purple to violet, with his uncut shaft a shade of purple so dark it delved into black. The organ was so thick when soft he could barely put his hand around it, and seemed to hang up past his navel. His other hand brushed his face, scales armoring the knuckles and back, but the palms soft as the skin he had as a girl while tougher than iron armor. He spread his legs and felt across his heavy sac, rolling two oranges about before he drew his claws over the sensitive ridge of his taint.
The low moan the escaped his draconian maw woke his Sire, while his Dam rolled onto his back and sprawled. A gasp of wonder was followed with a kiss to his chest, then a suckle upon his nipple. With a happy growl that seemed alien even to him, he gently pushed his Sire away. "I need to speak with Father," he said in a voice alien to his ears. Slowly the muscled drake stood, balancing for the first time with his new tail.
Claws dug into the earth and he felt a sort of surge of power, as if he were reaching down into the earth as a tree does with roots, drawing upon it. He felt arousal surge through him, followed by lips upon his dark organ. His Dam suckled on his cock and he could only laugh. "Please Ma, I need to get to Father."
The amber eyed male looked sad to be denied his taste of the fruit of his loins, but he drew back and nodded. "Alright Anna. We figured you would." Both human males turned to each other and began to press close, kissing with a passion they'd lost years ago.
Anna could only smile as he stepped towards the huge sleeping form of Father. As he walked, he felt his posture change, his body grow heavy, until with a resounding thud his hands hit the ground.
On all fours, body bulging with muscle and power, the wingless purple drake pressed up against the brown as new sensations filled his body. "Father," he rumbled to the larger male. "I changed..."
The brown cracked open one golden eye and chuckled. The older dragon wrapped the younger in his limbs and met his maw with a jaw locking kiss. When they parted, Anna could only breathe sharply as his arousal beat powerfully between his legs. "Father... what am I?"
The big brown could only laugh. "My Son. More so than any of the others. And as my son, you need to be shown how men make love." That was the only warning Anna had before he was pinned below his Father and a thickness prodded under his tail. "But your name no longer suits you. Anna is a girl's name, and you are a man now. Before I take you, choose a new name."
Anna thought about this for a moment, then gave a low and lusty snarl. "Johann," he said firmly. "Or just Han." he shined a grin at his father, only to let out a snarl as brown flesh penetrated black, the tight ring of Han's anus giving for that phallic monster. He cried out as burning ecstasy filled his body.
The much larger male lowered his head and murmured, "Then Han, let me show you the gift I was given. What the dragon of Males showed me in the cold months as he kept me company." Small boulders crashed into heavy rocks, flanks twitched, and the earth bound Han felt a jet of fire erupt from his shaft. Liquid pre shot into the ground, which sent a powerful surge of potency through the soil. The very earth sung back at him in joy as he unloaded more of his fluids upon it.
Father was happy, he was eager, and he was horny. Even as the brown plowed the fertile fields of Han's rump, there was a demand. "I want you to fuck me!" cried the formerly demure girl, now a rowdy, raunchy, potent male. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Father was all too willing to comply. The many men of the village woke to the scene of the brown fucking the purple, their fluids dripping off their balls, the musk of their bodies flooding the humid morning air. It drove them all into a new orgy of fertility, each of them offering their seed, one by one, to the dragon and the soil.
As Johann felt himself filled with greater fire, he reveled in it. It spread to his tail, his toes, his cock, his balls. Every thrust made him realize how free he now was. With a cry to rival the Father's, he came. His seed erupted across the ground, stirring the loam into mud, flooding the clearing with seed shortly there after. Every man felt heat flood through his body as it washed over him.
The Father gave way moments after, flooding Han's belly with seed... and so much more. It was half way through his own peak that he realized that he was not just being fucked... but bred. He could not comprehend how such a thing was possible as a male, but as his eyes flicked across the sticky figures of his village, he realized that there would probably be swollen bellies there in a few months time.
The thought lasted but a moment as he lowered his head, the last of his load erupting from his shaft, followed moments later by Father pulling out and leaving his rump gapped and drooling. The rite so sealed, his body began to lose its feral build and return to two legs. he sank into a sea of his own semen, washed in the potent scent.
It was only as the levels began to taper off and the bodies truly revealed that it became clear he had passed some of his gift on to the villagers. Glittering eyes and scales of all sorts, some with wings or tails, some with neither, some with both. Muzzles and built, masculine forms filled the clearing.
As Johann watched, the big brown dragon stood. "My time here is ended, my sons. Be sure to keep feeding your livestock the same water you drink, and the food you grow. Make sure it spreads, so my blessing spreads. I will be back this way before winter's time to see how my new son is doing." The Father nosed at the violet drake's belly with a knowing rumble.
All eyes watched as the powerful form beat the air with his wings, rose up over the forest, and vanished eastward and south, to the next town down river. Han dug his toe claws back into the seed muddied soil and laughed, feeling the joy of the fertile Earth below.
So there you have it, travelers. I hope you've enjoyed your food and drink. Might you spare a coin for a traveling bard before you continue enjoying your husband, sir? Or you, Waiter? Before you get your skirt of? A few coins for a meal tomorrow when I follow the caravan to the next town with their grains and ale? Thank you all kind sirs.