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The Real Old Masters

for Heru

by Draconicon

Taking refuge in the Dragon Tombs was frowned on by the local authorities. For Walter, it was the only port in an entirely intolerable storm. The human made his way beneath the small overhang that was marked with the old symbols of Redas' old rulers, and sighed at the familiar signs of the tombs and their great orb markers.

"Here's hoping the stories of the ghosts are exaggerated."

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, shaking his arms to get rid of some of the rainwater that had soaked him. It didn't help much, considering that he was soaked to the bone, but it was better than nothing.

To his surprise, there were a surprising number of wooden fragments inside the tomb. From what he could gather, they'd been tributes to the old kings of the kingdom before it became a republic, but they must have fallen into disrepair over the years. Even picking up the thickest pieces caused them to crumble in seconds.

Perfect for fire, he thought as he started gathering the larger, more stable pieces into the center of the room. He'd need something to warm himself up after getting stuck in the rain for so long.

He was getting his fourth armful of fire fuel when a bolt of lightning lit up the tomb. Jumping from the sudden crack of thunder, Walter slammed into one of the decorative orbs adorning the nearby coffin. It fell over with a sudden crack, and he winced as he realized that he'd probably just destroyed something worth more than the entire town he'd come from.

"Just...don't look. If you don't look, you don't know it's broken."

He walked around the coffin and deliberately kept his eyes skyward, making sure that he didn't see the doubtlessly broken black orb, and made sure that his eyes were still on the fire pile that he was building. He could check later, or not at all; nobody would come in here anyway, considering the place was off limits.

It didn't take long to get the fire started, despite the dark flow of water coming in from several sides. The walls and roof must have had cracks leading to the outside of the mountain, he supposed. At least it wasn't falling on him.

Even as the fire grew, however, he couldn't shake the chill that lay on him. The man groaned as he slowly started to take off his clothes, the soaking tunic and leggings dripping still as he pulled them off. There was no way that he was going to get warm with them on, but necessity didn't make it feel any better as he stripped down to nothing inside a tomb to the old rulers.

He had just piled everything up when he stepped into a puddle. Normally, that would not have been a problem. But as tired as Walter was, as soaked and slick as everything around him had become, he couldn't keep his balance. His foot slid out from under him, and down he went.

As soon as he hit the ground, he knew that the puddle wasn't water. It was too thick, too slimy for it to be water. He pulled his hand back, but lost his balance again, rolling into the puddle. He pushed himself back into the firelight, seeing a sticky black substance clinging to him from his cheek to his thigh. The feeling was...strange, as if the material was tightening around him, squeezing on his flesh.

He gasped as the strange goo suddenly moved, surging in vine-like lines across his body, and the puddle moved towards him as well. Walter pushed himself away from the puddle towards the fire, but there was no escape from the bundle of it along his face.

His lips were suddenly forced open by the goo, his mouth spread wide as...something...pushed itself down his throat. He gagged around it as it forced itself further and further down his throat.

The blackness disappeared around his stomach as the splotches on him separated into two groups, one heading towards his face and forming more and more to slide down his throat, while the rest circled around his hips. Walter had just a moment to realize that the goo was sticking to his ass before it suddenly pulled the cheeks apart and -

His scream was silenced by the gag in his mouth as he was suddenly penetrated. He fell to the floor on all fours, coughing and gasping as he was slowly flooded from both ends, his hole held open wide as his stomach was filled. The goop was strangely slimy, and as it filled him, it left behind a new warmth. It would have been comforting if the flood providing it didn't seem so intent on strangling him.

He didn't know how much of it poured into him, but it felt like it was gallons of the stuff forcing itself down his throat and up his ass. He was helpless as it filled him, making his belly swell and leaving him feeling like he had eaten twice his own weight on a feastday. Walter groaned, almost collapsing as the flood finally stopped.

When he looked up, the remaining puddle had formed a ring around him. There was no way for him to move without coming into contact with it, and he shuddered as it moved like worms around him. Great, monstrous worms the length of cats.

What are you? Why aren't you -

He fell onto his stomach at the sudden heat that exploded from his stomach, rolling onto his back as he was flooded with warmth. Arching his back and gasping for breath, Walter looked down at himself, feeling like he was being lit on fire from inside.

The goo was slowly coming out again, but this time from his cock. He could see the darkness through his skin as it forced him erect, and then pushed itself through it. Bulge by bulge traveled up through his cock, leaving him panting at the strange sensation before dribbles of blackness dripped from the tip, rolling over his shaft. As soon as it made contact with his skin, he gasped, his eyes going wide from the strangely pleasurable sensations coming from the strange thing.

Despite his fear, the sensation of his cock not just growing but oozing the strange stuff slowly overcame his caution. Walter reached down, tentatively but undeniably, and grabbed hold of his shaft. As soon as he touched it, he arched his back again, thrusting against his hand and smearing it with the black goop.

It was the best thing he'd ever felt. Nothing, not wife, not whore, felt better than this. He started stroking, even as more and more of the goo slid from his cock. A small part of him knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like his body was being taken from him.

The worm-like things in the goo slithered over the ground to him, each one climbing up along his body and pressing against him. He watched as if it was happening to someone else as the 'worms' flattened themselves against his flesh and sunk into him. It felt like they were taking root in his very skin, sliding through it somehow. With his free hand, he pressed one of the patches, and gasped at the sheer hardness that was left behind. It felt harder, stronger than any armor he'd ever seen.

As the different worms pressed themselves to him, he realized that they were forming different patches across his body. Though some were larger and some were smaller, they all had the same shape, and they all covered him in rough diamond patterns. They were...scales, he realized.

Dragon scales...

He gasped again as his body suddenly bulged beneath the new, strange armor that he'd been given, his chest muscles suddenly bunching out like a merchant's strongman. One side of him was briefly much larger than the other, before the smaller side grew to match it. Bursts of size exploded down his arms, and beneath the 'scales' he had, he saw his fat disappear, burnt away by the strange transformation.

The flood of 'worms' formed him to roll over, getting on all fours. His hand fell away from his cock as the 'worms' surrounded it, covering it and growing it even more. He humped the air, even as he felt them collapsing together at the base of his back, forming some sort of tail that spread along him.

Fill...

The thought wasn't his, but he knew what it meant. He reached back, sliding his finger into his own hole. The sudden feeling of being filled left him more wide-eyed than ever, and he almost collapsed completely as he slid another finger, and then a third inside of him, quickly pumping them in and out of his changing rump.

His legs began to grow, just as his arms had done, when a voice spoke in his head.

Feed...Grow...Rule...

What...what are you?

Rulers...as you will be.

Walter gasped as the burst of heat that had started the whole thing hit him again, and again. His back burned as something peeled out and up. In the shadows cast by the fire, he saw wings emerging from his back, growing bigger and bigger, suited to carrying another.

He arched his back as he came, squirting black goo on the ground. It swirled below him, carrying bits of the 'worms' that he had been filled with, but they quickly pulled back into him, reabsorbed into his legs and joining their kin.

He collapsed as he continued to squirt and absorb, squirt and absorb. Bit by bit his mind was emptied away, carried away in the creatures that had transformed him, and left behind were old thoughts, thoughts that were not by any means his own.

Memories of old times, of the Kingdom of Dragons, filled his skull. How the Dragons were beings granted gifts by the creatures inside him, an immortality in the hive mind of the things inside him. They offered power, strength, protection, and in return, would live in him and those like him. They would need to be fed, to be given sustenance in the form of...he didn't know yet, but they would tell him.

He continued to grow as he stood up, the memories of Walter fading, replaced by the kingly thoughts of one of the great Dragon Kings of the past. His horns grew in like a crown, and his cock throbbed, dripping goo down his shaft that was quickly re-absorbed back into his balls. He looked towards the storm outside, and to the town - that his newly empowered eyes could now see - in the distance. A deep, rumbling growl filled the chamber, and he realized that it came from him.

"The people of Redas have forgotten their true rulers. It is time that they were reminded..."

He knew that it would take time. The creatures inside him were weak, left imprisoned in the orbs until they could be released to bring about a new set of hosts. But now...with a town just outside, and the power of surprise on his side, he could make a start.

The Dragon Kings would rise again.

The End