Gift of Dragon
A gift, or a curse? That's for you to decide‾
Wrote this little piece out in multiple posts on my Twitter account (@BaphiBot), I know much to the chagrin of some of the folks following it because it was so long. But still, it was generally well-received, and I got a few requests to clean it up and post it elsewhere. So, here we go!
Keep in mind, because I was trying to keep within Twitter's strict character limit, the story does feel a bit... stilted. But, at the same time, that lends it a sort of style and swiftness that might not otherwise be there.
So, hope you enjoy!
A shadow looms over you, air seeming to collapse around you suddenly as it grows; you look up: a massive feral dragon is dropping at you! Duck-and-cover, the ground around you quakes, but the shadow remains.
Finally, after a minute or so of nothing since the shaking, you uncover your head, tentatively looking around: four massive tree-trunk limbs, thick and sinewy, ripped with muscle, bright purple in color and covered in scales. Knowing what you're gonna see, you turn around anyway and immediately you're on your back, scrambling with hands and legs to back away. Immense, thick, well-fed dragon gut hangs just feet from your head, a wingspan looking like he could cover a football field with each powerful limb. Above that massive, heaving chest, an equally massive head looks down at you, craned around to look below, toothy grin plastered to it. You feel it before anything else: A warmth. A heat radiating off it-- no, not the dragon itself... lower... and then you see it.
This dragon's definitely a male, or at least partly so; twin boulders, like fucking old-timey mine elevator counterweights, tucked neatly between his hind legs, a sheath like you might expect to see on a horse --- only, you know, the Trojan horse --- jutting forward. The heat pouring off those things is intense; they're still a good ten feet or so from you, but you're starting to sweat.
And the smell, oh gawd, the smell. Hints of urine fleck an underlayment of ballsweat and precum, just... just MALE. Acrid enough it almost feels like your lungs are burning, but powerful enough you can't stop sniffing the air, wanting more; you're straight but that set is just overwhelmingly SEX, and it's threatening to cloud your mind.
You realize you've been staring at this dragon's package for some time now, wiping a thin line of drool from your mouth and looking back up towards his face; that's when you notice he's muttering something under his breath, an ancient language you can't make out. He pauses, one of those thick forelimbs lifting so his "hand" can make a series of what look like arcane gestures, then points right at you. A wad of... something, shoots from the tip of his finger, flying straight at your face, far too quickly to dodge; it SMACKS right into you like a massive, thick rope of seed, but completely dry; it explodes in a shower of light, before zooming down --- to your crotch.
You stare at yourself, wide-eyed, fearful; what the hell did that dragon just *do* to you? But seconds go by, and nothing more happens. You look back up to the dragon, an inquisitive look on your face and a smug grin of knowledge on his; before you can say anything...
You feel something. It's like a weird tugging, coming from your groin. You look back down, but nothing. It happens again, and this time you see it, something pressing out against your pants before settling down again. Before you can ask, that massive, powerful claw he'd held up earlier swings down, hurricane-force winds following it. Your pants shred.
That's when it happens: Your equipment-- no, your balls, they lift and start tugging, and tugging, and pulling you back towards that junk! You frantically claw at the ground, but the strange magnetism your balls seem to have is too strong, pulling you along towards those orbs. You lift off the fucking *ground*, soaring through the air by your scrotum until they finally connect, slamming against the dragon's sac.
The dragon just smiles and-- was that a *wink*? But then you hear a massive rush of wind, and realize, he's taking off!
Uncertain of the bond your balls seem to now have with his, you lurch up and dig your fingers into his scrote-folds, hanging on for life. The things are fucking *roasting*, like you're holding on to a damn radiator, but it's all you have! He lifts off. You can feel a deep, hearty rumble originate from his chest as you cling to his sac, a deep thrum in the flesh as blood starts to pump.
In seconds you're hundreds of feet off the ground, flying over a forest at speeds you're sure will kill you if you hit those trees. His sac is so hot and your palms are so sweaty, you're having trouble hanging on; your balls are still stuck, but they're just nuts! You do everything you can to stay on, to cling, to grip desperately to that thick powerful flesh, and it's only making his blood pump harder. You can *hear* his heartbeat in his bits, the sheath above starting to swell, starting to droop, and you hear him curse.
"Fuckin' puny-ass weak human, can't trust a little magic..." His voice is strained, like he's struggling with something. But you can't help it! You don't want to die! So you keep scrambling, clinging, *moving* against his balls, and he keeps stiffening.
"Fuuuuuck..." His flying's getting a bit erratic now, dipping and diving as his wings struggle to keep a straight line. "Gonna have to start the ritual early..." Wait, ritual? What ritual? What was he planning to *do* to you? There's no way that'll fit!
"I-- I'm a male!" you shout in desperation; maybe he didn't realize?
"No shit!" Oh. "But when I'm through, you'll be male and a half!"
What the hell did *that* mean? But before you can ask, he's already muttering that same strange language as before, making more gestures. But this time, he doesn't point --- his growing erection is in the way anyway --- but rather grabs his chest, a burst of light pushing into him, through him, down to-- to his balls? No, to *your* balls! The fuck did he do this time!?
Very, very suddenly, you feel a SURGE, just a sudden push in your sac, like something's flowing between his and yours; it hurts, a lot! Just as quickly as it hurts though, it feels... different. Full. Over-full. WAY over-full. Pressure building and building, mounting. Your sac turns jet-black, and for a moment you fear he's just neutered you, but as that pressure builds to a peak, there's a *POP* as-- well, as *something* pushes from his nuts to yours again. Suddenly, yours feel dense, weighty, *needy*... Virile?
Your orbs just keep swelling, and you're pretty sure something's going on with your penis now, too; it's turning a deep, beet-red, *angry*. Swelling, changing, becoming more pointed, more bulbous; a medial ring forms, and a thick ring of flesh wrinkles at its base. In spite of all the weird sensations going on down there, you've not gotten hard yet, like something's holding you back. Not paying attention anywhere else, you can feel the strange flow between his balls and yours finally slowing, as though it's ending. That's when the sudden jolt, the tremendous raucous, pull you from your reverie: He's crash-landed in a field.
"Shit! Are you okay?" you ask, genuinely concerned.
"Y-- Yeah..." He gets up shakily, brushing himself off. "Wanted to get to the cave, but this'll have to do." He shakes harshly, as though trying to get dirt off his back. "Alright, now masturbate."
You're taken aback by such a direct order. "Mastur-- what!? What the hell do you mean!?"
He rolls his eyes. "You know, masturbate, jerk off, whack it, play with yourself. Dumb-ass humans. Do it!"
"No," you protest, "I mean, what the fuck did you DO to me!? Why do I have to... to masturbate!?"
He sighs, obviously frustrated. Muttering very briefly, he again points down between his legs at you, and that wad of... I guess magic?, smacks you in the face again.
Before you can react, you're filled to the brim with absolute *need*, just sheer lust filling every fiber of your being. Your dick surges to erection, bouncing against your belly and quickly spitting on your chest. You scream in shock; you *need* to cum!
Your hands fly to your pounding erection, immediately a blur on its improved flesh; moaning like a bitch in heat, dick spitting precum. Unable to *think* of anything but getting off, you writhe and moan, tugging desperately, not savoring the new bumps and ridges on the organ. "Cum, cum, cum, cum, come on, cum, cum," pounds in your brain with each heartbeat, until finally, you feel it begin, that tickle in your nuts.
"Fuck..." you start, hips bucking against your hands; "fuck, fuck, fuck, oh GAWD, FUUUUUCK‾!" and your cock just *explodes*. You practically scream as your dick flails above you, squirting your load so hard it's slamming against the dragon's *sheath*.
Still climaxing, you're suddenly struck by a feeling of vertigo --- you're falling! Your balls have detached from his, and you're falling! Your ass slams against the (thankfully softened from the crash) ground, cock still firing rope after rope of thick, potent seed; it's very different from what you're used to seeing, almost opaque pearly white with a hint of yellow, and thick like molasses.
The dragon sighs with... relief? No, it's almost like he's just climaxed too the way his chest is heaving. "What I've given you," he doesn't even wait for you to stop moaning, "is the Gift of Dragon. Your... bits, are now draconic. I needed to be flying during the ritual because they need to feel the wind rushing over them when they form, or they might... well, die. Needed you to masturbate because I couldn't reach ya, and ya needed to orgasm once before the spell would be complete."
Your climax was finally starting to trail off, cock only shooting onto your face and chest now; you sit up, still dazed. "But... But why?"
The dragon grins down at you again. "Because that's how we dragon's reproduce! We're all gay-- Oh, yeah, your cock's now just *ultra* gay. Never gonna let you get hard to a female ever again. Anyway, we're all gay, but we gotta reproduce! And this is how."
You're still pretty confused, unsure if it was the impact, the orgasm, or he really wasn't making any sense. "But... bits...?"
"Oh, yeah, just yer malebits. The more you succumb to their powerful lusts, the more the Gift of Dragon spreads over you." His eyes glaze over a bit, and you can see that cock of his just *drop*. "It's... It's a *powerful* lust..." He starts shifting his weight back and forth, his tail starting to lift, to bend under him, to move up-- but he shakes his head briskly. "Anyway, good luck with it! Enjoy‾" And he beats those powerful wings, fleeing towards you can only assume his cave.
He's left you alone, naked, sharing the Gift of Dragon with you, with more questions than answers. But your dick starts to rise again. You shudder and bite your lip; indeed, it was powerful. Your nostrils flare, and you realize he's left one more thing: a trail.
You couldn't help but get up and start to follow it, stroking yourself all the way. This was gonna be a fun night.