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Chapter one: the beginning of the Storm of Change

In which a True Male is born, and a world starts to shake to its core.

"Right, now where to start my tale in ernest.... Well the beginning's probably as good to start as any." Xylas says with a sigh looking out a window onto a sprawling metropolis, with hovercars flying about outside. "It's been several hundred thousand years since I was born, we no longer dwell in Stone holdings, have such poor distrust in those not of our race. Sure we still have the whole 'predator vs prey' prejudice going on, but it's as weak as water attempting to be strong booze these days. somethings will never leave, but since those first few hundred years of my life, all things have changed."

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In The Hold of Draxxis, the Dragon race's stronghold and main city of their kingdom.

age of war, 1776, month and day unknown

I was born to the royal family of Draxxis, whom's surename they shared with the keep, as they were the oldest bloodline of the dragon clans still in existence. I was a large kit, my egg didn't kill my mother only because she was a hyper brood mother, anyone else would have easily died in passing my egg out of them, as I was roughly two to three times the size of any normal egg, and roughly one and a half times the size of the regular hyper dragon's egg. There was no special star or sign that foretold my coming... it was just an ordinary night of hatching, just like any other... save that when I did hatch, I was already on the level of a hatchling that had been around for 2 to three years outside of the shell and running around. This was due to my... partner. My magical other. Very few in those days, and even now, are born with an innate connection to the ethereal and the very nature of magic, fewer still have a companion who is the personia of magic itself as we feel it. Cylla is... A flirtasious minx with a habit of pulling pranks and likes being the sub treated with a measure of respect. It's thanks to her that I knew the world beyond my shell before I even hatched, as magic doesn't have the same concept of time, if time even exists in the Ether.

The day I hatched was a fun day. The looks of shock on the caretakers in the egg nursery were priceless when I basically tore my shell in two from the inside. as I said earlier, if not for the fact that I was still covered in the slime of my egg, I would have passed for a normal two to three years out of the egg, not quite muscular but not awkwardly built either. Well, could pass if my genitals were anything close to normal. Instead of two testicles, I had four. all of them were twice the size of any normal I should have at my apparent age, Not to mention I had two sheaths verses the usual one. as was usual, my first meal was my shell itself, it was, for me, tough but chewy. This oddly contrasted the brittle, crunchy shells of most others, even hyper dragons/dragonesses. by the time I was done I could see with my physical eyes, rather than the magical senses I had been using since exiting my egg. There, now standing shocked in the room, were my mother, my sire (a herm), and my two oldest (of 4) sisters.

Hmmm... now what were their names again? My sire's name was... Rani'laex, Shi was a 6 foot, eight inch tall Gold scaled hermaphrodite dragoness; my the name of my mother was Charisona, She was a 6 foot 2 inch tall red scaled Hyper voluptuous Dragoness matron, which basically meant that outside of bed she was running the kingdom. My eldest sister took after my mother a good bit... and then some. Her name was Kenzir and honestly she was the whore of the family, not the bycycle, the whore. She'll fuck anything for the right price, but even then she has the last word in the matter. Hypervoluptuous and red scaled like our mother, she stood at about 5' tall on the day of my birth, as she had not yet finished growing, where as I had yet to truly begin. My second oldest sister was a gold scaled semi-hyper herm, much like our sire. Hir name was Drannex, her twin, who was pretty much my only sibling with a male personality, was drannoc, unlike me, he was not a full male and instead a cuntboy, but more about that later. Drannex was... 5 foot 5 inches tall at the time, as herms tend to be universally taller than females due to something about testosterone levels. Shemales being the tallest gender with a female persona, though they average the same height with male herms for reasons no one is quite sure. To me, it just seems that the world wants men to be taller than its women to some degree. Anyways, Drannex was the first to notice that not only did I have two sheaths and a quartet of testicles, but my sheaths were the same size as hers when she was mildly aroused, and each of my four balls was about the size of her fists cupped together.

The reason why shi looked at my junk before everyone else probably had something to do with Drannex having a bit of a size complex, since she had the largest junk, for someone who wasn't fully grown, in the city till the day I was born apparently. Well, that's enough of the details about them for now, Time to get back to the story as it happened, shall we?

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The Mother, Sire, and eldest siblings' point of view... more or less.

Rani'leax, captian of the queens guard and the Queens mate, Walked hurridly alongside of Charisona, her queen and loving mate, trailed by their two oldest daughters Kenzir and Drannex. Drannex' twin Drannoc was helping prepair a room for their newest member of the family, as the latest news sent by the runner from the hatchery said that their child was hatching, quickly. As though it was already a few years old from out of the shell to tear through it's egg from the inside. The four reached the double doors to the chamber and hurredly flung them open to find Xylas, though only Charisona thought of that name as she looked at him. it was much like a sudden insparation to name a child once you saw them as a baby, for Xylas himself this is about as close as it gets to that moment. Rani'leax herself was shocked at Xylas' size. Fresh out of the egg and he was already somewhere around 3 and a half feet tall, shi couldn't be precisely certain due to her dazed state from the sheer surprise of his appearance, and the distance between them.

Kenzir almost immediately noticed Xylas' generous endowments, as did Drannex, though Kenzir felt her tight slit get a bit more moist than normal when she looked at them. the four then were startled when Xylas took a step and was suddenly right infront of Charisona, Whom he then Hugged saying "Mamma!" With a grin as he stared up at her from under her boobs. The picture of childish innocence... well if you ignored the size of his sack and twin sheaths for a moment. on Hearing Xylas say "Mamma" like a 3 year old, the four couldn't help but start laughing, Charisona included as she basically picked Xylas up to hug him against her, with his head facing away from her, the sides of his head somewhat being squeezed between her ample chest.

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Later that night...

Xylas conked out immediately after being shown his room and tucked in to bed for the first time in his life... well literally since he just hatched. as his body rested, Xylas' mind travels beyond the world of dreams, and to the realm of magic eternal, the Ether. More specifically, Cylla's little portion of the Ether, Where Xylas and Cylla had more or less played and passed the days untill Xylas' body was both ready and strong enough to hatch.*

Xylas' consiousness takes the journy to Cylla's place in the Ether, the appearance of Xylas' mentality changing from that resembling his physical self, to a much older and taller Xylas, not quite fully grown, but definitely older than what he is physically. The older Xylas also wears Something close to a 1950's Hitman's suit, complete with lack of tie and a fedora. Not to mention that Cylla's domain of the Ether basically looks like some sorta "American Dream" idyllic house, though only one of the homes in this Cul De Sac actually had a house interior, the rest function as... windows to other times... or act as places for training and simulations. Guess you could say that Xylas was training to conquer the world from before he was even born.

"Now that I've seen the times I've been born in, this feels quite... disorienting, wearing the styles of times yet to come here." Xylas says as he enters the house that actually has an interior, knowing full well that Cylla could hear him from anywhere in her domain of the Ether, but decided to pull a varient of the "Honey I'm home!" sort a scene... only to have it ruined by Cylla glomping him from behind while fully nude, her rather large chest pressing on to his back as she does so. "Oof!" is all Xylas can really say before he catches himself before he does a full faceplant... though "lower jaw plant" is more accurate with him, his face having a muzzle of sorts and all that. "Is it just me, or do you tend to not humor me when I'm trying to do something funny, however corny?" Xylas says after getting the wind back in his lungs from his fall. "I consider it 'pre meditated ego cutting'. I mean, did you see your mothers and sisters? They're going to look sooo good worshiping your cocks and balls. Not to mention being bloated with your seed and spawn." Cylla says with a bit of a giggle. Xylas finds it hard to argue with that, considering that he already knows that his seed's genetics aren't exactly static. During his time here in the Ether after his egg was lain and his consiousness formed, Xylas altered his developing form in a few minor ways. His scale pigments being different from what would normally be possible genetically, and his seed acting similar to a lamia's eggs** being to name some of them. "True enough" Xylas says after a short moment of silence, then continues "Well, this should be quite a ride." Cylla giggles impishly (or should that be like a nymph? eh, with her, one and the same.) a bit more before replying "Mmmm... yes it is." and with that, Xylas starts to actually sleep. His awareness of the Ether fades around him as he returns to the mortal plane. He has a lotta stuff to do ahead of him and needs his rest after all.

Notes of Relevance:

*Time has very little context in the Ether unless you are a being that knows it in the mortal sense, but even then physical travel to and from the Ether is tricky due to it's not being entirely fixed to the mortal plane, there's enough give to it that it could throw you out a centrury before or after you entered it in your own time if you're not careful. Mental/metaphysical/ethereal travel to and from the Ether, where the physical body tethers you to your own time, however, is much safer, most so when one is sleeping, for it syncs the time of the mortal world to the time in the ether so you don't loose track of it that easily.

Though the speed of thought is always capable of going indefinitely faster than the speed of a physical entity, so time can be manipulated a good bit if you know how.

**Meaning that his seed focuses more on the females race after the first pregnancy, be that one child or multiple kids at once, but all subsequent impregnations have varied genetic differences, such as some may be born as a type of dragon that hasn't been seen in quite some time and has been thought extinct or something. Though, this is just a side effect of a spell to make it so that he can't cause inbreeding if he wanted to fuck his female**a kin.

**a as uncaring or egotistical as it sounds, Xylas tends to view a few things rather simply. if you have a cunt, in his bed you're female, if you have a dick in bed with no cunt... well you're helping him fuck/breed/rut someone with a cunt or you're not in his bed... for sex anyways. Weird things might happen down the line.