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Stone Savior Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Boi_or_gurl

There was smoke on the air, drifting for miles in every direction. The cause blighted the landscape, burning and blistering the forest on the edges of the Aluweyn delta. Even the seaward breezes couldn't disrupt the stench... for it was a smell far worse than a forest fire. It was the smell of a fallen culture, crushed beneath the tide of a one sided war. While the smoke came from despair and loss, it provided at least the smallest chances of hope.

A figure moved through the trees, darting from cover to cover. It was a young man in his early twenties. A forest green tunic and earth tone brown pants helped him blend into the forest, but his coppery red hair had been his downfall. A quiver was strapped to his back, but the arrows had all been spent. Green eyes surveyed the hill ahead. It was wise to gain the higher ground, but it would tire him all the same... but he had no choice.

The young man moved up the slopes steeper and steeper, hearing the roaring growl of the Silver Tail waterfall. Perhaps there was some cave, some spot to hide until the advancing hoard gave up. It was all Kalo wanted, a night's rest. He stepped out from behind a tree, ready to head to his next hiding spot. A twig snapped and he brought his bow up in defense as a sword came down. The blade splintered the ancient bow and sent wood fragments flying. Kalo's heart broke with his bow, but his life had been spared.

The red headed youth kicked the pillager in the groin, sending him stumbling back in pain. It was just enough time to turn and sprint up the summit, leaving the scraps of his bow on the mountainside. As he reached the zenith, the trees around grew sparser and sparser until Kalo was in the open. His boots crunched into the snow line, coming up toward the mighty river feeding the falls. Kalo glanced at the glacier feeding the river, then the steep drop off the side before turning.

Dozens, even hundreds of barbarian warriors swarmed up the mountain armed with clubs, swords and axes. None had remained behind, none had hesitated... and it was in that moment that Kalo knew there were no more of his kind. The barbarians had shown up only two seasons prior, but they had decimated his people. He looked down at them with their dark brown or black hair, their alabaster skin, their tattoos and their crude weapons. He thought of his people, how peaceful, how industrious they had been.

Kalo's heart ached for what had been lost, and it was clear there was no escape now. The only question would be how his people would be remembered. Would he die turning on them like a cornered beast, attacking all that stood in his way, or would he submit and end the legacy of his people in innocence and peace? Kalo watched as the barbarians approached, charging and roaring like animals.

Despite his immanent death, despite the loss of his family and people, there was something rather ironic about his situation. A wry, sarcastic smile started to cross Kalo's lips. The barbarians charged toward him, but a deep barking came from their midst and they slowed to a stop, cowering like pups around an alpha wolf. From the sea of burly, pale skinned warriors there came one taller than the rest. His black hair had been braided and knotted with bits of bone. A ring of metal hung from his septum. Spiked boots crunched into the snow as the barbarian approached, practically drooling. He stopped in front of his men, looking at Kalo.

"You... are my kill." He said in a deep, flat voice.

"Do I understand you correctly? You brought your entire army across the forest and up this mountain, just to watch you kill me?" Kalo asked.

"Yes..." The barbarian replied simply and slowly.

"After killing my people, burning my lands, after hunting everyone else down... am I that important?" Kalo questioned. The barbarian raised his fist.

"You are the last, you are victory, you... are our legend." The barbarian growled. It was in that moment that Kalo understood why he had been smiling for the last few moments. He wouldn't escape with his life or even vengeance, but he had something else - spite. The barbarian began to draw his sword from his sheath. Kalo merely smirked and stepped backwards, shaking his head.

"You get nothing." Kalo said simply before he stepped off the edge of the waterfall. The barbarians gasped in shock, uncertain how to even process the fact that their victory had been denied.

Wind and icy mist blasted against Kalo as he fell, but still he kept his eyes open. His green eyes were entranced watching the earth and sky and waterfall tumble around him. The blood was rushing away from his head as he fell, making his dizziness even worse... bur somehow Kalo found peace in it all. His death would be far more beautiful and far less painful that dying at the hands of the barbarians. Kalo made peace with himself as he swiftly approached the surface below. One of Kalo's last thoughts drifted to the unusual v shaped shadow in the clouds and how it kept getting bigger and bigger, as if it was coming right at him.

The barbarians on the top of the mountain leaned over the treacherous edge, having watched their prey commit himself unto the breach. They had watched Kalo's body fall and tumble, and then they had seen a sight so alien, so unexpected that they doubted their own eyes... but as the massive silky shadow changed direction, they stumbled back away from the edge just as a massive granite colored dragon arched up into the sky, carrying Kalo's limp body in its talons.

As Kalo was lifted skyward, his green eyes weakly opened for just a moment. The barbarians roared and howled in rage, realizing that their quarry was not dead but instead was in the clutches of the fiercest warrior the world had known. Kalo looked at the unhappy barbarians and smiled softly to himself before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out again. The dragon gave one mighty flap of his wings, rising higher into the sky, catching the currents to glide away from the mountain and the smoke and toward the vast zig zagging hills on the horizon.

****

Kalo's head swam. He felt so strange; weak, stiff, tired... It wasn't at all how he pictured being dead. Kalo forced his eyes open, realizing that he was laying on stone... and directly before him was the most beautiful rock face he had ever seen. Kalo slowly pushed himself up, staring at the rock - or more specifically the glowing veins of amber like stone running through the layers of earth.

The young man slowly turned, following the glowing stones deeper into the caves before he froze, coming eye to eye with the massive, looming face of a granite colored dragon. The dragon was magnificent, a perfect specimen. Its horns were curved but sharp, extending back from his head and cheeks. It's hide was beautiful in the layered scales and its wings were tucked neatly on its back.

"This isn't heaven..." Kalo blurted out.

"Well, it isn't much, but it's still my home. No need to be rude." The dragon replied. Kalo inhaled sharply at that, looking at the beast's teeth as it spoke.

"What... happened?" Kalo whispered.

"Those heathens pushed you off the edge of the cliff, I saved you." The dragon replied. Kalo was dumbfounded by that for a long moment before he finally spoke.

"D... Don't you hate humans? Don't you eat humans?" Kalo asked. The dragon shook his very large head.

"Not usually, and I only hate humans that do such dark and cruel acts as those heathens on the mountain." The dragon replied. Kalo continued to stare for a long moment, finding the revelation that he shared moral sensibilities with a dragon extraordinary. Kalo moved to stand but he stumbled and fell into the wall, ramming his shoulder. He let out a soft yelp and then gasped as a paw the size of his torso wrapped around him.

The dragon exhaled slowly, his slit nostrils releasing an incredibly warm air. It washed over Kalo and he shuddered, all of his muscles relaxing at once. He softened and leaned into the hand, nearly paralyzed. Kalo murmured softly, looking at the dragon in wonder. The breath subsided and the air cooed down again.

"Please, don't rush. You're still very weak... The fall took a lot out of you, and you weren't in that good of shape before." The dragon murmured.

"How... can I ever thank you? I... I don't even know your name?" Kalo whispered. The dragon smiled, showing off his deadly fangs.

"Fayn..." The dragon said softly. Kalo smiled broadly.

"Fayn, what a... what a nice... name." he whispered before his eyes slipped shut again. The dragon was left holding the unconscious human in his grip once more. Fayn considered for a moment before he drew Kalo's body between his front legs and nestled him carefully before lowering. With such a big body, it would have been easy to crush the human if not for the natural instinct of keeping eggs warm during their most vulnerable state. Fayn kept his weight perfectly balanced, embracing Kalo with his body to keep him safe.

****

Tiny rivulets of water cascaded down the edges of the cave tunnel, glimmering and glistening as they passed over veins of the glowing stone. Kalo continued ever deeper, trying to stretch his legs after his evening meal. It had been almost three weeks since he had fallen off of the waterfall, three weeks he had been under Fayn's care. The dragon had shown Kalo more hospitality than any of the human barbarians were capable of - even if it took some explanation as to why Kalo wanted the fish to be cooked before he ate them. Luckily dragon fire made quick work of that problem.

Kalo kept walking, his bare toes gripping the wet stones as the water washed around his heels. Between running from the barbarian hoards to living in a cave, his shoes had given out several days ago. His clothes weren't far behind. They were tattered, worn and threadbare. Everything Kalo had left was slipping away, though part of him saw no use clinging to any of it. What point was there to even try being human now? Kalo was tempted to cast off his clothes that very moment if he wouldn't freeze to death without them.

Warm light suddenly spilled over Kalo as he passed a break in the tunnel wall. Kalo stopped and moved back, peering into the large cavernous space. The open chasm beyond was unlike anything Kalo had seen before. It was round, nearly spherical but there was an hourglass shape of the glowing stone descending from the ceiling down to the floor. The veins of the amber rock radiated out from the core in every direction. It was beautiful, but more than that it was inexplicable.

"I know I've come this way before... but this hasn't ever been here..." Kalo whispered softly. His voice seemed to carry and echo in the chamber, slipping out of sync, the whispers repeating and fading. Kalo couldn't explain it, but he felt a distinct magnetism and charge in the room. He slowly stepped over the threshold and began approaching the core. The bright light washed over him, warming him down to his bones. His short red hair started to flutter on a slight breeze.

The closer he got to the column, the more intense the sensation got - but he couldn't turn away. Kalo stopped mere inches from the core, looking at the bright yellow stone. Despite the fact that it was nearly blinding, Kalo could almost see his reflection on its glossy surface. The human slowly reached his hand out toward the stone, his fingers hesitant but his palm certain. With one last breath he touched the rock.

Kalo's life flashed before his eyes; his infancy, his childhood, his teenage years. He saw his brother teaching him how to hunt, his cousins playing in the stream. He saw them live good lives. Tears started to run down his cheeks. A darkness came, the darkness he knew would end it all. The stone was kind enough to shield him the images, but the happy memories ended with heat and silence and then there was nothing. The cinders and ashes were all that remained of his home and over time they would be consumed by the prarie sweet grass, the coastal pine trees and wildflowers.

The time of his people were over... Kalo had outlived his people. His time had ended. There was no point in continuing as a human. His clothes and the other trappings of his past had been inflicted on him by his nature, but for the first time in his life Kalo felt like there were infinite possibilities. The light grew brighter, washing over his body as the wind picked up. It swirled around faster and faster, howling. The light was so intense that Kalo's skin started to redden as if he had gained a sunburn in a few seconds, but that was far from all of it.

Kalo panted sharply, feeling a tingling spread into his hand. His fingernails glistened and throbbed, thickening slowly and lengthening. The pearly white color became tinged, taking on an emerald green hue as they honed into tiny points. Kalo's skin was becoming more tanned, and as the wind lapped at his red hair it seemed to grow inches at a time. The hair slapped against the nape of his neck, then the base before reaching his shoulders.

As the human's skin tanned, it gained the faintest sheen like tiny granules of sand built into the flesh. The heat of the light no longer bothered Kalo, but the wind didn't either. Kalo felt protected, shielded... he felt complete. Kalo started to pull his hand away, but the light only grew brighter, washing over him completely. For a split second Kalo understood. He had found the heart of the mountain, the guardian of all dragons... he had found the stone savior.

****

Fayn's tail drug back and forth across the cave floor in impatient swipes. The spikes bore out grooves in the stone like a messy patchwork. Fayn had spent years without any company in his cave, but having the human around had been such a nice relief that having Kalo disappear into the caves was disrupting. He missed his friend, his companion. Fayn was starting to grow concerned that the human had gotten hurt when he heard footsteps approaching.

The granite colored dragon swung around and opened his maw in a fang filled grin, but the expression soon softened to one of surprise and downright shock. Clawed human feet slowly worked their way up the tunnel. They had remained roughly the same in shape, but the toenails had become something else entirely. The human's skin was bronzed with a faint tan and the hint of metal flake and his muscles were exquisite... Kalo's red hair was longer and more luxurious than ever before, but there was one feature that Fayn couldn't draw his eyes off of. Kalo was no longer wearing clothes of any sort and his groin was completely and unashamedly uncovered... and what was exposed for all to see was a massive, glistening, ridged and tapered red dragon member.

The shaft extended out from above Kalo's tight and plump balls, but it was entirely inhuman. At over a foot long, it was also a rather substantial percentage of his own body mass. Fayn looked at Kalo in wonder, not sure where to even begin.

"K-Kalo?" Fayn whispered, "Are you okay?" he asked softly. Kalo stopped and considered for a moment, finally taking stock of his own body. A strange, serene look crossed his face.

"I'm more than fine, I'm... better." Kalo whispered. Fayn surged forward, pushing off from his spot to tackle Kalo and wrap his front paws around the human. Kalo pressed back, rubbing against the massive digits. Fayn was surprised at how much stronger Kalo seemed, but it was the best kind of surprise there cold be. It seemed that Kalo's life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

****

It had been surprisingly easy for Kalo to get used to his new body. He could still feel the wind blowing across his skin, but the biting chill of the morning mountain air was gone. His shoulders and knees seemed more flexible, his feet more dexterous. It was wonderful in every way, although there was one specific way he had not yet explored. Kalo sat near the mouth of the cave, biting into raw fish that Fayn had captured. His teeth crunched through the flesh and bone without effort and his throat held no protest as he swallowed hunks of the meat, caught up completely in his meal. Fayn, however, was focused on something entirely different.

The massive stone colored dragon was hunched more forward than usual, his back hips gyrating slightly. He had finished off his meal faster than usual and spent the rest of the time staring at Kalo. The human had emerged from the heart of the mountain with such stunning looks that reminded Fayn of some of the best dragons of his past. It was enough to bring unnatural thoughts to the large male, thoughts that aroused and fascinated him. The dragon nervously licked his lips, his eyes darting down to the human's plump and huge dragon cock. Even soft it reached half way to his knee.

"Have you played with it yet?" Fayn asked, surprising even himself. Kalo stopped eating and looked over at the dragon, confused for a moment before he followed the majestic beast's gaze. Kalo looked at his own member in surprise and then at the dragon... before realizing that the reason he had chosen such a strange position was no doubt to hide his own erection. Kalo began blushing at once, though the color reaching his cheeks was more green than red.

"I, well, no... I didn't think much about it yet, I've been... distracted." Kalo said. Fayn nodded slowly.

"I understand, so much has changed - but, well, there's nothing quite like it. The feel of your claws around it, feeling the supple contours. If you ever want any guidance to having dragon meat, just let me know." Fayn said.

"It isn't taboo for you?" Kalo questioned. The dragon looked surprised at that.

"Taboo? Forbidden?" He murmured, "No wonder humans can be so merciless. No, to dragons this is most natural. It is a way for friends to bond, for rivals to make peace, and for lovers to start a journey of the ages." Fayn replied.

"I, well, as a human I have to admit I practiced a few times, but always in private." Kalo murmured, setting the remains of his fish aside. He looked down at his rod before he slowly lifted it up in his hand. His member had such a good weight to it, but the skin was tougher than his human flesh had been. It was rubbery and the ridges were stiffer than the rest. He slowly started to rub his hand up and down but soon groaned as more blood began flowing in.

Ever so gently the foot long cock swelled longer and wider, fattening up. Kalo drew his hand back and forth along the long, long shaft. His eyes grew heavy with pleasure. Every time he manipulated one of the ridged fins, it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. Soon he had added a second hand, stimulating his shaft with both, pumping his hips into it. Fayn licked his lips again.

"It feels so good, doesn't it? Like it reaches into your very core... Do not worry Kalo, you can do this as many times as you want, as long as you want... You can even do it with me." Fayn whispered. Kalo was unable to stop, panting gently, thrusting into his double hands. His balls slapped around against his hand as he went at it.

"What do you mean, do it with you?" Kalo panted, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. Fayn moved, a massive mountain of muscle and scale. The air grew hot and moist, but not from his breath. There was a flash of purple flesh and soon Kalo came face to head with the tip of a five foot long, two foot wide dragon shaft. The urethra was parted and pearly grey semen was dribbling out.

"It's... oh god, it's beautiful..." Kalo whispered, still jerking himself off with both hands. Fayn bit his lower lip with his fangs.

"Here's the best part..." Fayn said, closing his eyes. The grey semen began pouring faster from the massive shaft, pouring across Kalo's cock and hands and balls. The flesh filled with an intense throbbing, the pounding of his blood, but then the throbbing developed into tingling. Kalo screamed out in pleasure and threw his head back, grunting and moaning.

The grey slime poured over his shaft, but his shaft seemed to be rising up to join the source. It stretched outward and upward, surpassing a foot and a half, then two feet in length... but the growth wasn't the only change. As his balls were showered in dragon sperm, the skin began to tighten and harden. The stiffness that had started as fine particles spread as faint pentagonal green lines formed and started to fill in. His balls widened and thickened, but the sack was growing tighter and tighter to his body, eventually tapering to his taint. The flesh over his balls toughened up to keep the gonads safe, but the change was hardly stopped there.

Kalo's flesh took on a green tint all around his cock, spreading up his muscled abdomen and down his supple hips. Kalo reluctantly released one hand from his cock and pulled it out of the flow of cum, but it too had changed completely. The flesh between his fingers was webbed and his claws extended from the center of his finger tips rather than the top. The hand was covered with green scales.

The changing human turned his hand over and collected more of the sperm in his palm. He brought it forward and looked at the salty, musky substance. He could tell it was changing him, that things were different now. He had given up his humanity. There wasn't any reason to resist. He tipped his head back and turned his palm, letting the dragon spunk dribble into his mouth. As it spilled across his teeth, they sharpened even more into wickedly deadly fangs. His tongue stretched wider and the tip split into twin points and he gulped greedily at the seed.

It tasted glorious, but it wasn't enough. Kalo let go of his own cock and grabbed onto Fayn's with both hands and leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around the tip of the dragon cock. Fayn gasped and roared, letting flame spill from his nostrils. The human gulped and gulped, but Fayn stopped holding back. The flow became so strong it poured and sprayed from the edges of Kalo's lips.

Rather than gulping, Kalo relaxed his throat and opened wide, letting it spray down into his gut with the power of a waterfall. Pints of sperm filled him, then gallons. At first his stomach began to distend from the sheer quantity, but the tingling was spreading wider and wider over his body. His scales spread from his groin and hands, covering his arms and shoulders, his chest, his back, his legs. While most of his body was in rapture, uncomfortable pressure began to build all over his body. His shoulders were on fire, his forehead was aching, his ass was hurting.

Kalo took a break from filling himself with dragon sperm to shower in it, letting it wash over his long red hair and shoulders. As the rivulets of grey seed reached his ass, his butt instinctively changed. The cheeks pulled apart to reveal a quivering black pucker and a thick lump just above. The lump swelled more and more before bones stretched it outward. Each four inches brought with it another joint and another bone and the tail continued to stretch, turning a bright forest green as it extended.

Hungry for more, Kalo returned his face to Fayn's cock. With each gulp, though, he seemed better at taking it. His jaw throbbed and began stretching forward, dislocating and expanding, taking the long fangs with it. The human's nose began to shrink and taper into his expanding upper plate, the nose becoming little more than nostril slits in a broadening muzzle.

The ache in Kalo's head reached tantamount as the skin split and two ivory horns emerged, then two more. The twin set of spikes followed the curve of his skull backwards before evening out, sweeping up at a very shallow angle. Even Kalo's cheeks burned before four tiny curved spikes emerged from the back of his jaw bone. All over Kalo was becoming something more. The green scales finished covering his body and moved up his throat and then face. His ears softened and melded back into his skull, leaving simpler membrane bulges for reptilian hearing. The only trace of his original humanity came from the long copper red hair hanging down over his shoulders - shoulders that were changing.

It had been easy to lose track, but the copious sperm that Fayn fed Kalo had been put to use giving the boy new mass. He was taller, broader, stronger... but the biggest growth had come not from his tail but from his back. The flesh rippled and shifted, stretching and warping. Some tore like tissue paper, other parts toughened up like leather. One sticky, infantile wing unfurled from his back before the other did the same. Each was as green as the forest.

Kalo was drunk with pleasure, but it was hard to keep from toppling over the edge. Deciding to drive Fayn even more wild, he curled his reptilian tongue into a narrow point and drove it into the dragon's cock. Fayn inhaled sharply as he was penetrated but he only came harder, showering Kalo anew. Kalo felt the hot seed wash over him, nourish him and help him to grow. It was becoming clear what had happened. The mountain had chosen to save him, but he couldn't be saved as a human. His only hope was to be reborn as something new, something stronger... Kalo was becoming a dragon.

****

The winter had been long and treacherous, but all the snow and cold had brought forth a lush spring. After a season of death, Kalo's vision for the prairie had started to come true. The grasses came back longer than ever before and the wild flowers were starting to bloom. Deer roamed the lands and birds flew over head. The burned remains of the Aluweyn civilization were fading away... and so was the foothold of the barbarians. Without further conquest to satiate them and without their final victory to secure the alpha's position, they had turned in on each other. Each day there were fewer barbarians, fewer boats. Their blight was dying out... but Kalo watched it all from on high.

The anthropomorphic dragon glided through the air, his wings catching the currents. Kalo was nearly nine feet tall now, though his wing span and tail length made that seem even more impressive. His horns were longer and thicker, his muscles firmer. His shoulders and hips were no longer human, taking on a more rounded and animal appearance. Kalo gazed at the horizon before turning inland, gliding faster... but not fast enough. A shadow crossed his body, then a dragon roar filled the air.

Glee crossed Kalo's lips as he dove down to pick up speed, accelerating so fast that his wings whistled in the wind. Kalo tilted at the last moment and skimmed the wildflowers, shooting faster than an arrow toward the mountain. Fayn dove down to catch up, reaching his talons outwards. Kalo escaped the clutches of his partner once, twice, then three times... but there was no fourth.

Powerful hands grabbed Kalo by the shoulders and the legs, pinning him. Trapped beneath the belly of the larger dragon, Kalo was no longer able to fly for himself. He struggled and wriggled but soon he went limp in the clutches of the other dragon. They had practiced their hunting hundreds of times over the winter, but for the first time Fayn felt Kalo's tail lifted up, slithering out of the way, exposing his tail hole. Fayn nearly fell from the sky in delight. It was a sign that his mate was finally ready, finally prepared.

Blood engorged the dragon's cock as he flew back towards his cave. The two re-entered a bit clumsily, skidding onto the rock, but it was just the momentum that Fayn needed. His massive cock found Kalo's hole and the dragon pushed forward. Kalo gasped as he was filled, his ass hole spread so very wide. His belly distended, but not as much as it would have before.

While the intrusion had been rough, Fayn was more gentle as he pushed in more, taking it slower. Kalo laid down against the ground and presented his ass, taking the cock in deep. It was so different than he had imagined it, and so different than it would have been for a human. His digestive tract was more forgiving. The tissue expanded greatly and made room for such a big shaft. Fayn slid forward and back, picking up the pace, snorting hot air through his nostrils... and Kalo felt as though he was in heaven.

It had been easy to miss at first, but each day with Fayn had changed Kalo a bit more - physically, of course, but psychologically as well. It had started with gifts, both food and pieces of stone... They were bonding gifts. Fayn took great pride in protecting and providing for his partner, and in turn Kalo grew more reliant and submissive. He longed for Fayn whenever he was gone and he couldn't sleep except in the dragon's embrace... but now, now it was clear. Kalo was Fayn's bitch, his submissive partner, his consort and companion... and he loved it.

Fayn thrust forward and back with growing confidence, feeling more masculine than he ever had before. He had never meant any of it intentionally, but Kalo had become such a magnificent and sexy dragon. He panted hard and kept going, his shaft already starting to spill its seed. The copious sperm pumped into Kalo's ass, saturating him. As it had every time before, the tingling spread through his body. Unlike before, it had never been introduced anally. The tingling was more powerful than it ever had been before.

Kalo started to moan and groan as his bones popped. It started in his pelvis first. His hips were widening and fattening, his vertebrae extending. His hips added more mass than ever before, broadening to twice their original size, then three times, than four. The ass that Fayn was filling grew wider and deeper. Fayn fit in three feet, four, then five. His groin slapped into Kalo's ass and the dragon let out a deep roar of satisfaction before he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed in to the hilt again.

Drool leaked from Kalo's fanged maw. A cock nearly as big as he had been as a human was entering his ass - and there was still room. Kalo couldn't fathom how it all fit, but he was unaware that his body was morphing so quickly now. He writhed and clawed at the floor as his back elongated, then his neck. His green scales stretched outwards around thickening arms and legs before toughening up again, almost six times their original size.

The small dragon head at the top of the long neck and massive body seemed almost critically undersized, but Kalo's world began to spin around him as his skull throbbed and began expanding. The bone softened first and began spreading outward, separating before filling in with new calcium. His jaw crunched and popped as it elongated and his muzzle broadened. For a few moments Kalo's world was reduced to throbbing color and muffled sounds, but as his eyes finished growing and his ears re-shifted once more, the world returned around him - all be it a little smaller.

"What-" Kalo stopped, his voice so much more melodic than before. He reached up toward his face, but what found his mouth was not a hand but instead a paw. Kalo looked down at his chest and front legs, realizing that he had shed more of his humanity. He shivered in delight and tipped his large head back and let out a roar. The sound was intense and powerful, vibrating through the air and rumbling in Fayn's chest. The granite colored dragon nearly came right there, looking at the dragon trapped beneath his body. Kalo had become a perfect, submissive mate.

After so many months of having to be careful, Fayn knew Kalo was finally ready. He leaned down and began giving the back of Kalo's neck love bites, raking his fangs over the scaly flesh. His clawed legs dug into Kalo's sides and held him there. With such a good anchor, the larger dragon was able to fuck even harder, feeling himself approaching the edge.

Fayn tried to hold back, but it was no use. His internal testes ached with pressure before his cock shuddered and the immense silvery grey flood of semen began anew. The fluid poured into Kalo's ass, pooling up just enough before the huge purple cock speared in and began churning it. Each thrust sounded wetter and wetter, growing sloppy and messy. Soon it squirted out around Fayn's cock and was smeared all over Kalo's underside.

Kalo melted into the love bites, feeling as if Fayn completed him. He pressed into the fangs and then shuddered as the larger dragon began to lick and gnaw at his horns. Kalo wriggled and pressed into the ground, surprising himself when his own cock finally erupted with seed. The first few squirts were pearly white - the last of his human seed, but as it poured it grew darker, tinged by his new completely dragon gonads. The two lingered in their bliss for moments on end until both had stopped their flow.

Silence lingered between them for a long moment, both dragons hearing the wind whip through the wildflowers and the sweet grasses. The inlands were so untouched by humans, so natural. Fayn watched Kalo for a long moment, knowing that he was no doubt rethinking his life and trying to find his place in the world. Fayn leaned in and licked the cheek spikes of his mate slowly.

"Kalo, what... do you want to do next? We could... go back to the cave, or... we could finish off the barbarians." Fayn offered gently. Kalo considered for a long moment.

"I'll do whatever you like, my love. But, if... you are uncertain, maybe we could fly more inland, explore what is beyond those mountains." Kalo said, his green eyes drifting to the grasses, "The barbarians will destroy themselves in a few months time, and it's probably right that they die at their own hands. This is a fresh start for me. I'm a dragon now, your dragon. That's what the stone savior wanted all along."

"Kalo, I love you." Fayn said softly. Kalo's draconic muzzle melded into a smile at that.

"I love you too Fayn, I am yours forever." He replied. Fayn gave his mate a few more nuzzles before he pulled back, his purple cock popping out of Kalo's ass with a gush of pent up fluids. Kalo stretched and rose up on his four brand new dragon legs. The two stretched out their wings and gave them a few testing flaps before they bolted forward, picking up speed and pushed off. Two mighty creatures rose up from the ground and ascended into the sky; a dragon the color of stone, and a dragon the color of nature. Both were grounded in temperament, but their hopes and their wings could carry them to the highest heights.