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Shades of a Dream Revolution:

Part One

"Box of Memories"

by KDragon

(Edited once.)

After Kevin awoke, the last thing he remembered was his ears cracking when the jet plane tumbled from the sky. He expected to hear scream after scream, but that was muffled shortly later when most everyone had pulled on those masks that jumble from the upper compartments. The whole event was nothing like the movies; his heart would race and his skin would tingle when he thought about how it really happened. The force of the fall was so immense that he could barely keel over and pray. Heck, there was so much noise, he couldn't hear himself pray, he couldn't hear any words. So, that's what oblivion must sound like. As for what oblivion looks like...

He brushed away his hair and squinted. Was he in Hell? Limbo? Unconscious? Dead? His surroundings were dark, darker than any black blindfold. Immediately his brain registered "cave" from what he could hear from the slow, rhythmic droplets. The near absolute silence let his heart pound his ears. The reek of cavern moisture gave him a headache, stinging his nostrils with the stench of mud. Panting in terror, he spun his head in all directions and pressed his hands against the stone floor all around his legs. It had been many years since he had toured any kind of cave, but the memory of gazing down a hole over a hundred feet deep entered his mind. Now that's scary. There could be pits all around him, or he could even be at the bottom of one.

He swallowed and closed his eyes, but it wasn't like that could change his situation. He calmed himself by whispering a few words. Bending on all fours and propping himself on his knees, he patted his palms around until he found a loose rock. Yes! Now to find his bearings. He bowled it in one direction, hearing stone tap against stone at first. But then a tingle shot down his spine when he heard a sploosh. Water! That must be what the smell was coming from. It obviously wasn't as bad as some pit, but he definitely was glad that he checked that direction first. What about the other side.

He didn't notice it before, but he could swear that there was some strange glint of light towards his left. A tiny tear in the darkness, one of bluish-purple. Some illusion? Grasping another rock, he stood up and swayed his head back and forth. Nope, the pale light remained in the same place. Rolling another stone, he confidently heard a clink of smooth ground. But, just to be careful, he crawled on all fours with a sense of determination, of hope, to reach the light at the end of the tunnel.

The helpless kid stopped after what felt to him a thousand years. His eyes widened. The cave was alit! There was something resonating beyond a turn of the tunnel, and not the water reservoir behind his feet. His brain computed multiple thoughts at once when he turned and crawled some more. He pinched his eyes as his pupils painfully adjusted when there was enough light.

Torches lined the walls. Or were they torches? Purple, ethereal flames perched along the widening tunnel. The moisture of the air seemed to decrease as he pressed onward.

"The Singularity," he muttered. He righted himself on his feet and started to walk. The Singularity--how did that weird word enter his head, anyway? What is 'the Singularity?' He didn't know. But resonating through his body he felt some strange deja vu with the place, a feeling of waking up after a dream or being in a lucid dream. Something was definitely here. "Hello?" he called, speeding his walk down the tunnel. The Singularity, what put that on his lips? There were many jagged folds in the rocks, but the path continued in the same direction. Of course, there was no reply to his eerie echo.

He was finally greeted by a large chamber in the cavern, his eyes inhaling as much of the scenery as they could. The room was large, perhaps the size of half a football stadium and just as spacious. A serene purple lit the room, although half a dozen white rays pierced the ceiling on the far side. Could that be towards the surface, rays of natural light? He looked towards the floor, finding no sense of habitation anywhere save for a bronze-colored box resting between ornate rock formations. Did it fall through one of the holes? He crept slowly towards the box, twisting his neck around cautiously.

He couldn't stop thinking about the new magical feeling he had ever since he woke up. His alien feeling didn't have any words, but it constricted around his heart like a glove, squeezing his blood into his limbs. He was empathetic to this new feeling. He laughed rather nervously as he stood over the mysterious box, its width a large human hand could cover. "So, you must be the Singularity, right?" he cringed, shaking his head, thinking what he was saying was stupid. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe he really was dead, in some alternate world like in the flicks or in books. The evidence was all there: purple torches, a mysterious setting, a Pandora's Box at his feet. Maybe he was in a movie. Or maybe he was making too much worthless conjecture.

The box was ordinary with blotched metal clamps when he picked it up. Raising the box's top his heart skipped a beat. Within was a crystal, or a gem, or an enchanted something of which he had never seen in his entire life. He turned the box around his hands rather than touching the stone at first, examining the grooves of the crystal's diamond-like shape. The upper portion of its figure was widened, and instead of ending in a triangular tip it ended in twin tips, almost giving the entire stone the shape of a rigid heart. Its glow seemed natural enough, though the purple light gave its emerald hue an oily reflection.

"What are you?" he breathed as he picked up the stone. It felt fragile and light as he twisted it around. He wasn't exactly sure if the crystal was carved or not, its edges were very blunt. The back of the stone felt grainy, glistening with whiteness along its back. "Maybe it's some mold, or," he paused, standing up as he wandered around with the crystal, completely fixated with it. He halted. "Maybe this stone's shape is natural? If it has this grainy stuff on its back, perhaps it was attached to some rock? Or maybe it was really carved."

His hand ached while holding the stone, but nothing bizarre happened like he had expected. He scrutinized the rest of the dank cave, approaching a bowled out area with multiple rocks stacked along the edge. "Uh-oh, this isn't good," he shook his head. There was a second tunnel leading away from the room, but it had collapsed a long time ago. "Is anyone out there?" he yelled as he turned towards the white rays across from him. "Can someone help? Or maybe fucking wake me up??"

He couldn't keep track of the time or the date, his wristwatch and cell phone were missing somehow. The only things he had on himself were his wallet, his jeans, and his T-shirt. No knives, no lighters, nothing useful. For the next couple of hours he conjured multiple plans. He mentally X'ed out each one. Perhaps the reservoir led elsewhere, but the torches felt far too hot for him to get close enough to take one. He also had no non-combustible tools to grasp them. He chipped at the base of one with no success, he didn't have any rocks that were tough enough. And with those holes of light several ceilings high, he knew he had no hope of reaching them. Exhausted more from anxiety than exertion, he plopped atop a mound after placing the stone across from himself, allowing the crystal to rest in its box's bed.

"We're in a bind now, huh," he spoke, wiping sweat from his brow. "Well, I don't know what you are..." he continued, addressing the stone as it quietly glimmered. His voice was shaky, but he wanted to talk. From there, just to get his mind off things, he introduced himself and shared most of his background: his name was Kevin Bailey; he was just past eighteen years of age; he was your typical high school senior with a typical nerdy life of video games, old science fiction movies, and too much book reading. How everything seem set for him, so right for him, how he was going to experience college and finally some freedom. But then there was the plane crash. The broken metal bird tumbling from the sky. The last look of horror on his mother's face, the deafening rush of the air and the crushing G's. His eyes watered as he drew his knees towards his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

"Y'know, maybe this is it. Maybe I'm not here for any real reason. Maybe this is a dream, just before I die in the debris or whatever the heck I'm buried under. I hope I won't be missed," he laughed bitterly, "I never really made that many friends, y'know. I'm not trying to sound ashamed or mad about it. I mean, friends weren't that important to me. Actually, what was important to me?" he asked himself, raising his head towards one of the holes of light. His ears noted a hint of draft coming from them. "Just TV and anime here and there, I guess, that's it, that's all. But maybe that's why I don't deserve to live, y'know? What do you think?" he glanced at the stone, swearing he felt some energy of intelligence coming from within it. Or maybe he was imagining too hard. "I don't know. I haven't done much good, especially to my mom and dad. I don't think I've ever done anything really bad in my life, although I have thought bad things. Like the action movies and the monster movies," he paused and swallowed. He trusted the stone, but he didn't want to mention his most embarrassing secret: his perverted sex life loaded with odd fetishes.

He couldn't say he loved men per se or that he was a homosexual--because of being a total virgin of either guys or girls--but he loved male monsters, as he would put it. Like the ones depicted on TV. Their power, their size, their bestial behavior. He especially loved the real strong and brutishly built ones. It was that dark sense of freedom that monsters had which he longed to have. Though he wished he was a big, lycanthropic-like beast that could burst out of his clothes, he didn't want to do wrong like a monster, either. But, in general, he considered himself bi-curious with his sex life. Whatever that really meant.

"Nevermind. Maybe it's normal to think violent crap, but for me, I'm different from the rest of my folks, let's just leave it at that," he clapped his hands together, folding his arms as he curled into a fetal position. "I'm so tired for some stupid reason, I'll wake up starving but I don't care, I'm too damn sleepy. Whatever you are, I think you belong in a museum, you look good." Smirking, his eyes wandered towards the ceiling of the cave. "Y'know, this place is missing piles of treasure, it's a cave for a dragon, I'd say." Before he fell asleep, his last thought was that he wished he were a dragon.

He slept lightly from the fear that kept its icy grip on him. His dreams were mostly a boiled mixture of forgetful unconsciousness, but the next thing he knew his eyes were squinting as he stood in a mound of tall grass. The horizon loomed of spring. He immediately examined himself, noticing that long, black sleeves covered his arms, and that his chest and waist were draped with a tight-fitting robe. His head was uncovered, but the rest of him was dark as night from the cloth he wore. Parting the grass, he raised his head before ancient stone pillars and gateway-like structures amidst strewn stairways. "What kind of dream is this?" he thought, turning around to look at a small group of uniformed men surrounding the ruins. They all stood at attention with their crisp clothes of foreign colors of orange and red, bearing wooden rifles not unlike those from the Wild West. At the center of this set of ruins crouched a young but matured man in reverence, his hands folded over his face religiously. A cloak spread right behind him, and a golden circlet was wrapped around his well kempt hair. Stepping up the stairs in his black boots, Kevin warily approached the bowed nobleman. He glanced what lay before the man and halted, almost falling backwards at what he saw. Right in front of him, at the center of the ruins, was a large stone replica of the green crystal he had found in the cave!

The nobleman heard Kevin's hesitation and furled around in surprise, drawing an ornate rapier in the process. "You, how did you get here?" he demanded. The king-like figure had a healthful, chestnut brow. A curled, orange beard tipping his chiseled chin. Kevin froze while the soldiers surrounded him and raised their guns. The nobleman lifted a hand for his guards to stop as he lowered his blade.

"I don't know," Kevin lifted his hands. "I don't mean any harm, alright? I'm just as clueless as you are."

The nobleman revealed contempt. "The way you dress, it's just like the oracles say." Before Kevin could react, the man's cloak set sail as he thrust his rapier forward, striking like a viper. Crying out, Kevin wrapped his hands around the rapier's blade as it entered his gut, but he felt no pain. Even worse was that his hands passed through the sword, and the sword exited his body--through the side of his waist. "So, you're an apparition," the stranger concluded, the guards around himself murmuring to each other with awe. "You must be one of the destroyers of destiny, the black one. You have a lot of nerve to come to this sacred place."

"No wait--" Kevin stepped forward, but the nobleman waved his rapier at him. Kevin reassuringly raised his hands. "I don't know what you're talking about, I swear. I'm not a destroyer of destiny or whatever. I'm not from around here!"

"Of course you aren't from around here. Where you come from is a despicable place, the Otherworld. Tell me, how many innocent lives have you subjugated already? How much destruction have you caused at your whim, beast?"

"I haven't done anything to hurt anyone! Please, listen, I haven't done anything, I don't want anything from here. I'm just lost. Maybe I'm from this Otherworld you're talking about, I don't know this place or your people. All I need is a little information."

"Hah," the man turned around full circle, addressing his men. "Do you see this? Can you believe this? This monster just won't stop acting so childish. It's obviously some trick, this mask he's wearing. Like I'm going to tell him anything. Fortunately, black one, you're just an apparition. Who's pretending to be helpless. You're either incredibly smart or unbelievably foolish. Maybe I would've shown a little more respect if you were really here in person. Feigned respect," he added with a stern smile.

"Okay, okay, fine. But I'm not your enemy. It's your choice whether to believe or not believe," Kevin shook his head, his heart aching with frustration. "But tell me this, please. Tell me, what's the Singularity? Ever since I woke up from my, well, Otherworld, it has been on my mind this whole time."

"What kind of word is that? In what tongue? What is a sin-gu-larih-tee?" the king dipped his head. "Even if I did know, which I will say I do not, I would not tell you much. Just leave this place already. Your wicked enterprise is hopeless. You will be stopped."

"I'm not what--no! What your oracles or whoever have told you, they may have mixed things up. I beseech you, whoever you are. You're not listening to me, you don't know me, and I don't even know who you are. What you're doing isn't fair," Kevin growled, gritting his teeth as he felt his heart begging to burst out of his chest. He would show more respect to royalty, but for some reason his anger was burning out of control. "This isn't fair!" he repeated, his voice suddenly not his own. It was incredibly deep, grainy, and emanated with power. Kevin's eyes widened, because something was happening to him, his limbs brimmed with energy. But then he awoke back inside the cave.

"It'sss not fair!" he snarled as he spun on his hands and feet, wriggling his nostrils as he sniffed the air. His hair was matted and clammy. He caught his lisping, dark voice as he raised his head, finding water trickling all around him. But, what was with his voice? Thunder resounded just outside of the cave. There was a rainstorm, and excess water was falling from the holes above. It was night outside.

But, wriggling the nostrils, sniffing the air? The purple light of his surroundings appeared to have more lucidity. And his nose was picking up on smells he had never tasted before. Growling, he raised his hands to look at them, but instead he saw gnarled, obsidian claws. His nails had curved into sharp, ivory edges, and his digits were covered in scales. He rose as he examined his arms, shaking his head. He was transforming into a monster, firm pressures pushing his bones as they cricked with every movement, a puffing sensation seeping through his body. Instead of thinking reasonably about his situation, however, he dove to the ground as his clothes clung to his enlarging frame. To him, it felt like someone was blowing air into him, but instead of filling up with air he was filling up with meat. His arms pressed into his sides as he groped for his box. "The stone, where is it?" he hissed. But when he tilted the box to dump out water, there was no crystal. It had disappeared.

"No!! What's going on?" he howled and croaked, his throat fattening, making his voice even lower. He grasped the box in his claws, gazing down at it as he noticed his nostrils had become nares, his face a snout, and as for the rest of his body--he was getting his wish, he had to be changing into a dragon. "What...are...you...doing...to...me?" he clamped his teeth, feeling his canines elongate into fangs as he squeezed the box with his new claws. It cracked into wooden splinters as his arms inflated with pure muscle, finally ripping his sleeves as he tensed. He wasn't lanky like he used to be; as he stood up he felt his shoulder bones spreading apart. The ground was lowering away from him without himself moving, he was inches taller. His whole body unnaturally plumped up, like a bodybuilder's. His rapid weight gain forced his sneakers to groan and pop open, his toes stretching into serrated talons, shredding through. The way his clothes were tearing was like a butterfly rising from its cocoon. He began to like it.

The emerging beast raised his nose, feeling it jut further from his eyes as it cracked, extending his skull. He stared at the falling water from the holes, testing his new vocal cords by emanating a deep, reverberating growl. The way it grated and gurgled monstrously surpassed the best savagery Hollywood could make up; in fact he had never heard anything exactly like it. He lost all thought at this exact moment. All of his dreamy imagination from his past, from his real world, it all disappeared as his highest dream became reality. Meaning, it felt like he had finally awoken himself, he was at last awake for the very first time and aware of the moment. He wasn't in a classroom staring out a window. He wasn't reborn, he was actually born. He didn't want to be anywhere else but in that cave. But, at the same time, innately--with what little reason Kevin had left--this infringement between the rules of reality and his dream scared him. It was as if reality, with its limits, was a safety net for him and his average life, at least before the plane crash.

But the transformation kept going, it beckoned him. It shattered his old safety net to forge a new one. To describe the whole thing? It felt like eating, but eating energy instead of food, eating whatever fueled him. Whatever his entire body 'ate,' it metabolized quickly. And relatively painless, too; at the most his whole body was having a drunken ache. But this ache, it made him bigger, thicker, and stronger. Chips of rainbow shone off his sleek scales as they emerged from his apparel's rippage. Soon his spine thrashed out of control, causing his back to hunch. He fell over with a groan, begging for more of his changes as if they were sex. The rear of his pants bulged and stretched until a thick tail burst through, widening between the swelling globes of his rump. So he had a tail, and shaking his head he found that he was getting a mane, too, and a pair of long, arched horns. Standing on the tips of his feet and on his hands, he felt a blanket folding over his back, and turning his neck he saw the vestiges of ebon wings.

Grunting and flexing every muscle in his upper body, he attempted to sit up but almost fell on his increasing pile of clothes, realizing that his feet and calves had stretched to accommodate a quadruped. His thighs fattened, flaring his jeans wide open. He grinned at this, feeling his sharpened teeth press against his altered lips. Examining his partially changed self, he noticed that his ears had lengthened and chiseled themselves, becoming pointed, cat-like. He then stared down with his yellow eyes, examining the pronounced creases on his front: there were abs and pecs pressing through what was left of his shirt. He licked his fangs with delight, even his transformation was following the prescription of his dream. Strength! Power! He growled as his body uncontrollably jolted again, feeling his ribs crack as his chest barreled forth. His shirt completely frayed in half at this point, his pectorals rapidly filling up, even drooping firmly as they formed their own cleavage. It was here that the dragon felt each side of his chest tug a little when he moved his wings. Perhaps new flight muscles were attached there, hidden underneath some other sinew? He roared and flexed, spreading his wings as he attempted to stand up. He wobbled, of course, but when the front of his pants tore away, he glanced down and sucked in a breath.

He had become aroused with his transformation. He sensed it earlier from when his crotch pressed against his underwear, but he was so ecstatic with his body in general that he didn't notice that his pride had actually gotten much larger. He didn't think he'd ever make the sound, but he murred deeply. He reached down and wrapped his claw around the new onyx length, observing that his glans had generally remained the same, though it was plumper and dark as night. Like his fantasy! And close behind his rod were the sensitive spheres of his leathery balls, wallowing with his new, spicy scent and boiling with whatever potent testosterone a dragon had. Flaring his nostrils, he licked his lips as he laughed in his baritone voice, his entire body still stretching as he patted and scratched his firm sac.

Leaning against his oversized behind, he flung his new tail underneath himself as he spread his wings, resting his increasing heftiness along the cavern wall. He was a real monster now, and he loved it. He stuck out his long, forked tongue and curled it, baring his fangs as he drooled. He drooled and hissed not just from lust, but because he was a monster, because he now had so much spittle and he wanted to make a real mess. He gazed down at the tip of his draco cock, sticky pre matting his ab-pocketed belly as saliva caked his cheeks. Flexing obstinately, he stretched out his hind legs and clenched his teeth, examining his body some more. He saw that he definitely was a four-legger now, but that his body also had more of a humanoid build, notably with his chest, arms, and maybe even the shoulders. He had become incredibly thick now, a real hunk of a dragon. He wasn't athletic and trim, oh no, he was beefy, and his whole body felt invigorated and hard as titanium. His chest fanned out further than his rounded, lat-encased tummy, and his biceps and triceps ballooned even when they weren't flexed. When his arms were relaxed they pressed against his sides with their excess. He fathomed that he was as big as a pickup truck right now, but continually expanding inches all around.

It didn't take long for him to orgasm. When he did he made more than just a mess and a roar. His desire thumped his heart as he panted, he didn't want this bestial bliss to end. More! Now! His free claw had clenched a stalagmite nearby as he stroked himself, but he squeezed it to bits. He now lay underneath a couple of the holes from above, the falling water soothing his heat and intermixing with the ivory webs of the spunk all over his chest. The black dragon then discovered that his claws and talons were branching out more widely, his digits becoming so thick that he could snap a neck with just two fingers. This time his growth spurt was rapid, his body absorbing whatever it fed from in large gulps. His arms and chest developed even more, the added muscle allowing him to visually notice that new scales were springing up between other ones to accommodate his added girth. More importantly, his entire body lengthened, forcing his rugged mane and back against the wall and getting one of his feet snagged against another rock. Flexing his leg muscles he crunched it like styrofoam, and roaring again he slammed both of his arms into the ground, sending chunks of rock flying from what was once smoothly eroded ground. He was so strong, he thought, he was The Incredible Hulk of dragons. Thunder filled his ears. Just as white flashed from the holes above from the streaks of lightning, the dragon laughed. Dust tickled his snout as his head rose towards the roof. So this was it, this was his ticket to get out. In just minutes he had grown about half of the size of the room, but his wings were painfully pinched by the jaggedness of the wall behind him.

He turned around with a bolt, landing on all fours, his rumble becoming a rasping, draconic purr as he relished at how mightily he stood. He lifted his head towards the holes on the ceiling. If he stood up as he continued enlarging, he could easily reach them. But his growth was exponentially accelerating, his footsteps causing thumps and sending cracks just by himself being in one spot. A tingle of fear flowed down his back. What if he got trapped? Could he break through the earth without the whole cavern collapsing? He shook his head and growled, his brief feeling of helplessness turning into rage, and his rage turning into action--and even more growth.

He lifted himself up, taking no time to balance himself. With a loud roar he slammed his fists into the roof, feeling them burrow through the stone as if it were mud. He then became so large that he could sit and slam, and before long, thanks to some instinct, he leapt upward through tumbling rocks and mist, finding himself enveloped by rain as he crawled out with groans of discomfort. His wings caused the most trouble. But, freely standing up his hind legs and roaring with triumph, he found that he was on a hill, and that what he did hardly took as much effort as his fear had told him.

He didn't care where he was. Slamming a few trees aside while standing, his erect draco pride wobbled between his legs, hungry for more attention. He slid down the hill until he found a small clearing several strides away. Lying on his back, he spread his wings to find that he had just enough room between the trees. It didn't matter that his mane and body were caked with dirt, it all washed away with the heavy rain, sending a pleasurable chill through him when he realized that he was stark naked. And spread eagle he was, muscles, scales, privates and all! He opened his maw with a muffled purr, becoming silent as he gulped stray water down his burnt throat. His surroundings were covered in this serene blue despite no stars or a moon present, his eyes quickly adjusting to the webs of swaying branches all around. The rain annoyed his eyes so he closed them, turning his attention to what he felt and heard more than anything else. His growth had actually slowed, if not stopped. The feeling of himself absorbing energy faded away with his slowing heartbeat. Despite wanting to be bigger, he purred anyway, satisfied.

He didn't care how much time passed, either. Enjoying the feeling of his new tail and continually rubbing himself with one claw, he let his other hand caress his chest, his belly, his face. Everything. How thick his belly was, how hard and round his abs were, how much his chest protruded underneath his chin. Pleasing himself kept him warm enough, in fact he could swear he heated the water when it batted his scales. And his black tool leaked continuously between the multiple orgasms he'd have. He'd give himself a shiver and a hard flex for each climax. Though most of his seed washed away, he blurted so much that it oozed down his sides, clinging to the grooves of his puffed flesh.

Out of nowhere, and just underneath the padding of his scaly armor, he began to prominently tingle again. Except this time it was different from his original transformation. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, but that was all he could do before what came next. He realized his predicament right as lightning struck him, a bolt of superheated gas searing through like he never existed. He couldn't think of what happened until it had all finished. Where he was struck on his body, he didn't know. He cried in shock as he felt every bit of his long mane stick out, electrically charged. The pain was unspeakably agonizing, but fortunately it was brief, as if he had never felt it in the first place. He bolted onto his four legs, patting his torso and flapping his wings, only to realize that there were no visible wounds. He smelled something had burnt, but it was more "earthy" than "fleshy." Did the lightning actually glance off of his scales?

It suddenly occurred to him that the answer wasn't entirely yes. The sensation of growing smacked the dazed dragon like a mallet. His arms and legs instantly spread outward as his whole body lurched and creaked. Power enshrouded his being once more, his heart kicked in, his blood boiled. Growling and shaking his head, he found this feeling to be different than last time. Of course he liked what was happening, for getting bigger was his thing, but he wasn't sure if enjoying getting struck by lightning could also fit on his palette.

Dark dragon song rung from his throat. Whipping his prehensile tail and curling it, he slammed down a few tall trees with ease, stretching himself like some cat as his joints popped and adjusted for his new mass. He then raised himself on his hind legs as he flexed his arms toward the sky. "Take that, lightning!" he foomed, personally thinking his words to be dumb but appropriate. The heavens responded promptly, striking one of his shoulders as he roared. Am I some lightning rod? the beast thought, arcs of electricity zipping through his hide afterwards. The energy from these blasts was building up inside of him, filling up his goblet until it overflowed. And it absorbed what spilled out by making his body grow, finding nowhere else to keep the energy. For some reason, the second lightning strike made him a horny dragon, and he groaned as he leaned back to pay attention with what hung between his legs.

He watched with awe as his male meat thickened, spreading his own claw apart as he gripped it. His maleness was enlarging on its own for the moment. A second later his balls pressed against his thighs, budging for room as his draco cock rose towards the base of his pecs. He rolled his shoulders back and groaned, masturbating rapidly with both of his claws as he constricted his thighs around his package. The earth quaked as he slapped his tail against the ground. As another bolt of lightning struck him, it encouraged his lust even more, and after reaching a climax his maleness continued to sputter and throb without stopping its leaking at all. His whole body and snout laced with thick webs of cum that the rain couldn't easily remove anymore. He groaned as the ecstasy exceeded any bounds set by the universe, his back cratering the ground as he outgrew the field, toppling trees and shaking the ground in the process.

"Morrrrreee!" he finally roared, raising his head as another bolt of lightning entered him, secondary bolts of electricity arcing between his brawny bulges. With energy as powerful as the surface of the sun fueling him, his growth seemed to have no limit. But just as he was about to hit the top once again, just as he gripped his unquenchable dick and gazed right at its black expanse, just as he was about to unleash a tidal wave of spooge, a bolt of lightning struck him right in between his legs. Well, that was the end of that.

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By the gods, he's enormous, he's incredible. Is he sleeping? I must remain calm. I must focus, gods help me. The prophets must be right. Or else I'm done for...

From the bowels of his unconscious the black dragon stirred from sleep. But what were those instantaneous voices in his head? Or thoughts? Or feelings? His eyes shot open, but he had to pinch them from the bright light of an afternoon sun accompanied by a blank, blue slate.

He is awake now! the dragon heard the same voice in his head. Where was this voice coming from? He didn't hear it per se, and yet he did. It continued at a nervous pace: Now, to say what Befana told me to say first. Yes, that's what I need to say. I'll say--

"Great, nameless serpent god?" Kevin rumbled, lifting his head as he discovered that he was on his back. What Kevin said both surprised himself and the individual standing upside down right next to his head. Oh, that's right, Kevin needed to turn over. He carefully lurched himself around, finding that most of the trees were well below himself. He couldn't exactly judge his own size, perhaps he could fill up the Astro Dome. But what surprised himself even more was that not only did he understood what this stranger was thinking, but that the stranger didn't speak in English, and neither were Kevin's words English. And yet, he perfectly understood and knew how to speak the language without understanding how.

"What was it you were going to say, from Befana?" the black dragon inquired, propping himself on his four legs before he sat down to hide his male pride. Well, wait. Arching his head towards his crotch, he noticed that his dragon-y jewels had vanished. Instinct instead of panic told him that his pride was, for whatever miraculous reason, stirring inside of him. Well, at least his "fantasy bits" could be conveniently tucked away.

The man glanced upward at Kevin quizzically, both because of what the dragon had said and because the creature was staring at the faintly noticeable horizontal slit between his legs.

This black leviathan, Kevin heard the stranger think. His build is unnaturally huge all around--no being could possibly contain so much strength in the limbs!

The creature's scales were their own shadow, though when the light reflected off the human could swear to see the shards of rainbows glossing between them. Scutes didn't cover the dragon's belly, he was a smooth coat of coal all around.

The visitor appeared befuddled as the dragon examined him. This human looked like a stereotypical peasant more than anything, his dirt-colored outfit barely strung together beneath a round hat which provided shade over his face and neck. "You can read my thoughts, my lord?" the stranger asked with a stutter, pulling down his hat to turn it in his hands.

"Yes. No. Well, it's complicated," the dragon bobbed his head side to side. "There is something you want."

Well, this serpent god certainly struck home, and it didn't ease the farmer's anxiety. Staring at a pair of jaws that could inhale a group of men wasn't an easy thing. "Ah, ah, my name, oh great god, is Ahmed, son of Jezed, who was the son of Emod, the founder of our village and of my people. My people humbly welcome you. We are only farmers and tenders of the land. Your coming was announced by the prophets on the seventh moon, and a landslide from the storm came to our village, proclaiming your arrival and might."

The dragon lowered his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. Him, an actual god? He never thought about being one, but he was a towering avatar now. Ahmed's words were stereotypical decorum from a fantasy book, save for the landslide. The landslide, did it swallow anyone up? It must have happened when the lightning was making him grow to the size he was now. His ears arched with discomfort, he didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Did anyone die in the landslide?" he boomed, lowering his head in a solemn bow.

"No, my lord, it scared one of our herds and buried one of our homes, but no one was hurt, the gods watched us during the storm. My lord, my people inquire of your name, is my lord a royal and just god? What is it you want of us?"

"I don't want anything," the monster shook his head, nearly interrupting Ahmed. "I'm, hmmm." He quieted as out of the brush and fallen trees trudged a group of humans, all similarly clad like Ahmed below. Kevin stared at all of them, quickly estimating around fifty souls at least, a mixture from the young to the old. Some held their heads down in reverence, others gazed up and gaped at Kevin's size. Some carried implements and objects Kevin couldn't identify, others kept their hands over their waists. All of them, however, formed a line and fell on their knees, lowering their heads to the dirt to bow to him.

The dragon snorted not out of arrogance, but of surprise. Yet, at the same time, the seeds of pride from becoming the center of attention were sown in him. Huffing out his hulking chest, he rumbled and flexed his limbs for good show. "I am Kevin, a god of strength!" he growled, looking all around at his newly won subjects. He immediately recoiled at using his own name. Stupid! But when his company glanced at one another and Ahmed turned around, it didn't matter.

"All praise for Kevin, the god of Strength!" Ahmed cried with more confidence, raising his arms as his companions bowed once again to the dragon. So, Kevin went from being a boy to a dragon, and then to a dragon god. Ahmed continued with more ceremony, but the dragon's mind couldn't help but wander. He not only could sense most of what Ahmed was thinking, but also of what his new followers were thinking as well. Most immediately thought that Kevin's stout appearance was befitting a god of strength, although some thought the size of his muscles were grotesque. Half were fearful and wanted to flee outright, while another group was comforted and amazed by Kevin's behavior. He decided to smile at them warmly, wondering if they could notice it. His telepathic sonar pinged when he found out that one of them did notice.

He's smiling at us, Kevin heard the thought. The dragon's eyes zipped to search for the outside feeling, the voice. Immediately he sensed it was a young mind, and he saw the carved face of a teenager glancing up at him, his head raised from his supine position despite the rest of his companions bowing to the ground at different intervals of Ahmed's speech.

He's looking at me, he heard the human's thoughts gasp. The peasant guy was probably just as old as Kevin was. As if he had the ability his entire life, Kevin probed a little deeper into this person's mind, like extending invisible tendrils around him. The teen probably felt him intrude this because he visibly shivered. Kevin decided to look away, lest he stare too long and garner unnecessary attention. Yet, as Kevin waded through the guy's list of mixed feelings, he couldn't help but pick out that there was some yearning with the kid, and that he was sexually uppity. Oh, now this is delicious, the dragon mused.

"And this great god, as the prophets foresaw, summoned the rains to heal our lands, to be the physical form of a new shepherd of our people, a destroyer of our enemies and an ally to our friends," Ahmed continued his passionate speech of morals and all about how the dragon god was to be some kind of protector. Ahmed turned his head and gazed upward to address Kevin. "You, great god, tell us, navigator of the great water ways in the heavens, what other blessings can you instill onto your children?"

"Blessings?" Kevin was really beginning to like this to the point that he grinned menacingly. He took a moment to think hard on this one. At the same time a devious plan entered his focus. What if his energy could influence people? He tightened his grip on the kid he examined, centering on his potential arousal. He then ushered in the powerful, inhuman emotions he had the night before from the rainstorm. This all happened in a few split seconds, and the god's eyes centered straight on him, noticing that the young man lowered his head and stirred uncomfortably. Yes, that's it, you like that, dont'cha, the beast thought. You like feeling powerful, you like feeling strong. You want to be bigger, stronger. Wait, he needed to say something to the villagers.

"I command the lightning of the heavens," Kevin turned his snout all around, but his thoughts were still on the peasant that squirmed. The dragon then fanned his remembrance of the energy that made him grow. Something happened then, at least according to what he personally felt. He felt, in his mind, the slick and firm build of the farmer's overworked limbs. Kevin invisibly massaged them, renewed them. He felt them gradually puff all around as new muscle began to fill the person's body, stirring his clothes in the process. And this was while the human was aroused, too, so the dragon saw him shake his head in amazement, his arms flexed as they pulled his sleeves up. Kevin also had to discipline himself from becoming aroused like him. In order to reply to Ahmed, he loosened his will on the bewildered mortal, causing his metamorphosis to stop. This whole sexual-growth act gave him another idea. "I am also a god of fertility."

"Like of the crops?" Ahmed eagerly interjected. Okay, maybe that was a bad idea. "No, well," Kevin then pondered some more. If he was able to influence the lightning and probably even the rain, then perhaps he could be considered fertility of the crops, too. But he also looked at Kevin, thinking of his arousal. The dragon actually hoped that he wouldn't draw any attention with his new "blessing." Fortunately, he gleaned from his mind a sense of stunned shyness.

"I am fertility through the rains, yes, so that helps your crops. But also through males, in their strength," Kevin paused, realizing that this primitive people might be more matriarchical and biased to women. He noted that he was paying too much attention to the men. "And with females, when they give birth with good males," Kevin added with a reassuring nod. Personally, he thought his words didn't make good sense.

The crowd and their representative became silent. Uh-oh, he thought. I was right. But then Ahmed raised his arms with a beam. "This god is truly a blessing, and so is this day. The rains have come after the drought, the drought has been conquered by the serpent. Let us celebrate with the giving of gifts!" The crowd cheered and stood. Before he could move, the dragon god watched a couple of humans slowly wandering towards himself to touch one of his feet. Some more ran down the hill, down to the smoky pyres of their village in the valley. The rest formed a line, and the dragon realized that those objects they came with were gifts, either wrapped or unwrapped in various ways.

He growled contently, planting his forearms parallel while curling a tail around his leg. He felt happier and more fulfilled than any other time in his life. He didn't reflect on his past, though. Instead, his pride corrupted his personality, and he sucked in every moment of his exhibition. He lowered his nose, purring and flexing as they stood there, transfixed at the sight of the puny humans. He remembered the young farmer he tampered with, which he watched speedily running home with his slightly bigger build. Kevin shook his head, maybe he scared him off.

Yet, the way he changed him, this gave the devious monster an idea. These people, they were his children now. He was their god, their savior, their protector. They'd probably do anything he'd say, especially if he was a little lenient and benevolent to them. But wait. He could bless them like he did to the kid. Yes, in fact, he would. He would make them bigger, all bigger. Real buff and tall. He quietly laughed at the thought of a curvaceous group of male and female supermodels--all built a little too much muscularly, of course. No, wait. That wouldn't be enough. That wasn't it.

He observed another lady stepping forth, bowing as she raised a decorative rod to appease the dragon god. The subservience these farmers really showed: the thoughts he sensed in their minds, they were all genuine. Yes, he could make them his children, all of his children. He could alter them into dragons, just like him! Dragons on two legs, primitive with loincloths and armor. Yes, and he would make them incredibly strong, tall, and monstrous, and powerfully sexual, all huge and aggressive with their various sizes bigger than normal humans, all fertile and unrelenting and warrior-like, and they all would worship him and love him alone as their most powerful god, their most powerful male dragon in the entire world. A world which he would conquer and make his! And everyone would be happy, with everyone dragons in his eternal utopia of savage majesty and greatness.

"Ke-vin," the conspiring god's thoughts were interrupted when the beady eyes of a little, dirt-smudged girl greeted his gaze. A rag was wrapped around her to emulate a skirt, her arms upraised to present a closed wooden box. The box looked almost exactly like the one he crushed back in the cave. The dragon's eyes widened. The girl held the box up like a statue. She stood still, unlike the others who placed their offerings at his feet and walked away.

Y'know, maybe this is it. Maybe I'm not here for any real reason. Maybe this is a dream, he heard the voice of Kevin, the old and normal Kevin, inside of him. He remembered the box and the crystal he shared his secrets with. His pride sunk to his feet, and into the muck of the earth, completely fading away into the darkness. He turned his head away from the girl, gazing at one of his sides and spreading his wings. He was as large, if not larger, than a 747 jet airplane. His wings, they were like the wings of an airplane.

His reptilian stare zoomed down on the girl. And then god created human beings in his own image, the dragon thought. He shook his head as his eyes watered. He sensed confused thoughts from his subjects from his reaction, but he didn't care. With deft tenderness he reached with his nails, clutching the box before placing it at the ground before himself, bowing his head thankfully to the girl before she skipped away.

"This is enough," the dragon said. "Thank you all for your gifts, I appreciate them. Now go, all of you. Return to your village and leave me." He could barely bring his words to bear. Yes, he was a god now, yes, he had the power to make himself grow, to withstand lightning, to enjoy just how much of a muscular dragon god he had become.

The dream I always ever wanted came true, and yet I wanted more than that, the god thought, biting his lip. What I got wasn't enough for me. I wished for all of this power, to become a dragon, but not the power to save the people in that plane. To save my mom. To go home. To do the right thing. So I really am a "god." Selfish. Like some of the Bible, like some of the Odyssey, like some of those books I read for school. I want to influence people, to make them like me. But what gives me the right?

"Keep my dream to myself! Stop it!" he growled aloud to fight his hunger for a perfect race of dragons, lifting his head as he snapped out of his thoughts. As he had ordered, everyone was gone. He was finally alone, save the birds, the trees, the breeze, and the clanks of metalwork from huts scattered in the distance. He swore to a personal pledge, one which he must uphold, that he wouldn't interfere with the inner and outer workings of men. Yes, that had to be the right thing to do. He could help the village, but he had to run away, to disappear, to be alone. He had what he had "ever wanted," anyway.

He sniffled on the verge of crying but he couldn't push himself over to do it. He was curious as to what it would be like if a giant dragon such as himself had tears. He pointed his nose towards the ground. His focus completely changed, sadness replaced by curiosity. The whole landscape, ironically, seemed bigger now that he could see over the trees. He blinked and lowered his snout even further, his entire head like an elevator as his eyes adjusted closer and closer to the ground until the grass blurred into dry blobs of green and russet. He experimented with his massive size for a minute, too. It wasn't just that everything seemed smaller, but that rather things originally big had become small while the enormous things had become simply big. He wrapped his claw around a stony outcrop, cracking dirt open as he bent it about. The cracks it formed could swallow half a person. Interesting. And the ground he sat upon, it morphed into something almost like an imprint a person would leave on a couch after they stood up. Of course, the crater-like impression left behind by his extreme tonnage wouldn't return to normal.

He raised his snout, catching sight of a horse galloping towards the village. The rider's hands were outspread, waving back and forth as he called out with words he couldn't hear, the steed disappearing behind the huts. What he could hear were emerging cries and screams, and immediately after that, a bundle of people and barn animals scurrying around the huts. This raised Kevin's ears.

Ahmed rushed up the hill, waving at Kevin in turn. The dragon sprang into action, striding forward and kicking up dust as he settled his bulk closer to his representative. "Ahmed, what's going on here?"

"My lord Kevin! Asakai! It's the Asakai! He's--" the farmer gulped, struggling to catch his breath. "When I saw the rider in the distance, I knew there was trouble, I came here as fast as I could. He's coming, the Asakai!"

"Asakai? Who's this Asakai?"

"Forgive me, just and merciful god. You must protect us. He is a great serpent much like yourself, but he is red as fire, and fire announces his coming. He has assaulted us for the past year, but he is a devil, he is a fallen god. He does not speak like you do, he does not reason. All he does is steal our cattle and ruin our fields for sport, and sometimes he even attempts to destroy us. The rider arriving means he's already struck another village. We will gather all we can and run into the hills. Please, you must fight him, you must slay him. Only you can!"

Great, Kevin thought. There was another dragon like him. It looked like he was going to break his pledge sooner than he had expected. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Only you know what to do!"

Kevin easily got annoyed. "Well, where does he usually come from?"

Ahmed furrowed his brow as he stood beneath Kevin's shadow, pulling off his hat as he scanned the horizon. Gazing at the early evening sun, the jabbed his finger westward. "There! Always from there, come to think of it. Exactly there."

"Well, you better be right, because that's where I'm going. I'll go there, the village should be safer."

"Unless the Fates frown. Please, do not go too far. Do not worry about your gifts, I will watch over them with my life."

Nodding, Kevin lifted his tail and plodded down the hill's clearing as he made his way towards the village. Lifting his tail, he found his footsteps a little clumsy, still unused to his body. Heck, he didn't have the body of a swimmer, nor a runner, either. Trees were right in front of him, too, he had become good at smashing those. Wait. Kevin turned his head backwards as he spread his wings. Oh, that's right. Will they actually lift him up? They had to be magical if they could. Kevin swallowed. He never remembered enjoying heights.

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Before Asakai arrived, Kevin at least got a little time to get accommodated with flying. Remembering that he was a dragon god and no longer some dude named Kevin empowered him to stay brave in the sky. Plus, the fact that he was bigger meant that his sense of "high" was actually much lower than he perceived it to be. His natural instinct for flying was one juicy bit in the mix, too.

Though his body wasn't aerodynamic or easy to maneuver, the fact that he actually flew was good enough. He circled the village as he examined the lay of the land. Then, towards the sunlight, he dove westward, finding that squeezing his forearms against his body helped the resistance. "Not bad for a beginner," he thought. But there was no sign of a humongous, red dragon. So, noting two landmarks in his head, he flew westward until the village behind himself disappeared through a bedding of forest.

His long mane swept over his cheeks and pressed against the base of his neck. Again, his thoughts wandered elsewhere. He couldn't stop thinking about the little girl and the boy he had changed. Now that his dark wish had come true, he really was a monster, but unlike the movies the monster hadn't taken him over. Yet. Wait, he was a dragon. He was supposed to live alone anyway. He made up his mind. That's what he'll do. The dragon was so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost missed a beautiful red bird passing far overhead, springing directly from the sun's rays.

"That's no bird!" Kevin hissed, riskily jamming his brakes as he thrust his wings as hard as he could. He hovered, desperation and aggression sinking into his stomach. His feelings ushered him to soar higher to trail his counterpart.

He growled to himself, this dragon was sleeker and faster than he was, and was gradually fading away. He knew the dragon was completely ignoring him since he didn't change speed or direction, but why was beyond his guess. Anyway, Asakai would get to the village faster than he ever could.

If I really do have some affinity with lightning like I ever said I did, now's the time, Kevin thought, twisting his head as he huffed a deep breath, closing his eyes after pointing himself directly behind the creature's tail. Yes, that was it! That energy, he had felt it before.

When he exhaled, nothing happened. Kevin strained his wings, surprised to feel a burn in his muscles for the first time. He roared loudly in frustration, and when he did Asakai twisted his neck around. He caught his attention.

Well, that worked, Kevin thought, smirking. Now to stop this guy in his tracks. The red dragon's flight slowed, but instead of greeting the black he expelled a searing ball of fire straight at him.

"Whoa!" Kevin dove downward, feeling its heat zip over himself, barely missing him. He didn't think his body would have such quick reaction, he was feeling more thankful for his instincts by the second. But his instincts didn't save him from Asakai diving straight towards the black dragon in rage, slamming into him. The ground and sky turned into a flurry as both of them tumbled down. Asakai snapped at Kevin like a snake, but the black gripped his assailant's neck, attempting to flap his wings to stop the stalling. The rush of the wind muffled the roars.

The plane! Mom!

Break off, break off!! Kevin mentally hollered. His sides stinging as he kicked the dragon away, he bowled out his wings as best he could while slamming his arms and legs into the earth, burrowing his wrists through rock and dust before stopping his momentum.

Shaking his head didn't remove his dizziness. Growling, his eyes flicked towards his sides, finding claw marks there. Dark blood dribbled from the wounds, but he didn't think they were too serious.

The dragon god saw his opponent land with much more ease. Tendrils of smoke plumed from the red's nose. Like the black he had glowing, yellow eyes, but Asakai's slanted brow and narrowly slitted pupils depicted anger. His build revealed powerful sinew, but he wasn't nearly overbuilt like Kevin, his body slimmer and more graceful. In general, Asakai looked more like an Eastern dragon. The red's torso was more elongated, including his neck. And this wasn't mentioning the two pairs of fish-like whiskers extending from the sides of his nose. A fluffed, white mane topped the dragon's head, though the entire belly of the dragon was white as ivory, including his horns and talons. His tail was long and whip-like, ending in an outspread, diamond-shaped fan.

The red dragon crept sideways on all fours, sizing up the other male dragon like a predator. He won't hesitate to kill me, Kevin thought, feeling frightened at the way Asakai didn't flinch or reveal any fear. Then, after halting and lifting his tail, the red dragon stood on his hindlegs, raising his arms overhead to roar loudly at the other dragon. He then fell back on all fours. A challenge.

Shaking his claws and talons to loosen some dirt, Kevin couldn't help but smile. If he was a bodybuilder dragon, a god of Strength, he definitely had something to exhibit here. This was his show now! Tensing his legs with a growl's crescendo, he stood tall and spread his wings. Unlike the other dragon, he flexed his arms downward, every muscle in his body exploding to their largest, all the way down to his calves. His pecs pinched each other as he pushed his chest out as far as he could. Kevin realized that his roar was more guttural, his stance more prolonged, and by the size of his muscles and with the illusion of his wingspan, he was much bigger than the other dragon.

Good, now I'm sensing a little fear from him, the muscle dragon thought as he purposefully slammed as much weight as he could into the ground, seeing it shake stray trees in the valley. Like a bull he raked one of his ebon claws into the ground, pulling up boulder-sized chunks of earth as he slowly approached the red dragon. Maybe he'll actually run from me, Kevin's mind rumbled.

The two dragons crept closer and closer until Asakai sat up. What's he doing? Kevin thought. Didn't matter. With a loud roar he flung himself forward, only to find himself pinched and cut when he landed on the ground. Kevin shook his head.

"You're fast!" he rasped aloud, patting with a chest with a claw, watching blood seep down his wrist. Quickly angered, Kevin reared up on his legs and swung his burly arms. Though his opponent was smaller, he was as slippery as a worm, nicking at the black dragon with a hit-and-run style, patrolling around him in a circle. Kevin shook his head and bared his teeth, but then he roared in pain as a ball of fire struck him directly on the chest, sizzling scales as he swiped himself to get the flames off. The putrid smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils, but fortunately the armor of his scales remained over his skin.

"That's it, you fucking snake!" he gritted his teeth. At this moment he focused hard at how the dragon swept the ground around himself. He had to make a wild guess: will he turn left or right this time? How will he claw at me? Standing upright again to bring his weight to bear, his claws swung true this time around. In split seconds he brutally gashed the red dragon's torso and sprung his other claw towards the dragon's neck. Like a tall tree he felled himself over Asakai to slam him on the ground, bringing his assailant on his back. Tails and wings whipped and flitted in a mangled mess, but like a wrestler Kevin pinned his fellow beast down.

Asakai threw his teeth at Kevin over and over, but to no avail. Blood stained both of their noses and their gums as they struck each of their heads with free claws, but fortunately Kevin kept one of the flailing arms pinned down. The other attempted to grip at the center of the black dragon's chest, raking nails over his burnt scales. The pain urged Kevin to finish the red dragon off quickly but he hesitated. This big dragon, this powerful animal, this dragon male--

"Oh no you don't!" Kevin called as he sensed the crimson dragon was about to spit more flame. He pointed the beast's chin away right as he did, just in time. That got Kevin to thinking: Why this anger, why do this? Can't we just be friends? His ears drooped, not just in sympathy, but over the fact that the way he sat on top of the dragon, the way the dragon beneath him was so aggressive--it actually aroused him. He hadn't realized it until now, but his onyx cock was emerging from its horizontal slit, bubbling out his crotch as he had his it parked atop the other dragon's belly. Shaking his head, Kevin attempted to reach further into Asakai's mind. It was like bobbing for apples, except instead of water it was a lava of fury splitting his head open. Asakai snapped at Kevin a lot less now, having become exhausted and nearly smothered by the stockier dragon's weight.

In that mire of rage the black dragon sensed a speck of curiosity. Kevin surprised himself when he realized where the curiosity came from: he was actually licking Asakai's neck! Rubbing his tongue along there, he rumbled affectionately as he tasted the rust of stained blood over the red's skin. Asakai froze. Kevin understood his thoughts, translating them: "He could bite my neck and get it over with any time now. I must not move."

Squeezing his legs together with an immodest groan, the black dragon released one of the red dragon's foreclaws. Lifting himself on all fours, Kevin nuzzled the other dragon's smooth chest in front of him, carefully licking over the ghastly wounds he had created moments ago. Asakai kept still and tense. The concept of mercy was alien to him.

"Rrrrrrrr," the black droned on, spreading his thighs as he felt his stiffening dick flop free, his clumped sac swelling outward as it spread between his legs. There it was, that energy again. The energy that made him grow, that flowed through his veins to stimulate him. Kevin shivered and panted from both heat and fatigue. He had to discipline himself, or else the red dragon might break his hold and bite his own head off. More pertinently was the fact it didn't feel right to him to have sex with another dragon dude. He wouldn't do it, he decided, although that decision would quickly crash and burn.

What will happen if I give some of this energy to comfort him? the beefy dragon hmm'ed, planting his nose squarely on the chest underneath. His own limbs shaking, before he felt himself enlarging out of control he eased some of his power into Asakai's own frame. He did so carefully, like slowly turning a valve. The red dragon finally stirred to life, growling and twisting his head back and forth. Kevin understood that Asakai was weirded out by the new feeling. But was he enjoying it?

He settled his weight carefully on Asakai, experiencing the sparks of warmth, like static electricity, when their scales made contact. And then his sexual twinge increased when he felt Asakai's chin rub into his mane. He was being friendlier. In fact, Kevin flicked his ears when he felt the other dragon sniffing him. Kevin decided to do the same, bumping the other dragon's chin with his nose as his nostrils flared. His cock throbbed in astonishment. His earthy, dark musk was already trickling up and around his body, but an outside, masculine musk was intertwining with it. Kevin twisted his neck downward, noticing the Eastern dragon's crotch gyrating as his own pride broke from its own prison. Asakai continually squirmed, his moans becoming growls of unhindered pleasure. Kevin's own sexual vigor amplified to the point where he himself couldn't hold the power between them anymore, his length sputtering pre as he tickled his cock against his old enemy's soft tummy.

Kevin lolled out his tongue in lust, drool dripping from his teeth as he let his claws pinch the ground. He glanced at Asakai's length and shook his head. Oh, you're going to like this, big red. He closed his eyes and imagined the other dragon's length, manipulating it with his ethereal tendrils like he had done to the village farmer. He caused it to become less reptilian, its tip mushrooming outward as its breadth puffed significantly. Soon a duo of white, round dragonballs emerged from between the other dragon's legs. Kevin chuckled lowly, kissing his new companion around his floppy whiskers as it happened. The other dragon might not be interested in big equipment, Kevin reasoned, but the whole feeling of getting it "upgraded" gave so much gratification to the dragon that Asakai roared.

They both roared together after that, black wings flapping and flinging stray dirt into their sides, causing their wounds to sting. Kevin slammed his tail into the ground, forming dents in the rock as his cock sneezed between their bellies, a spiderweb of goop slipping in their body rubs. Too...much! Kevin growled in his mind, his muscles distending as his outlet for his energy became a coagulated mess between them. Then something miraculous happened. Asakai raised his head and stuck out his tongue, panting and tensing his sinew as the red scars on his chest began to close. New, moist scales emerged from the old wounds. And the same happened to Kevin, but he was clenching his teeth as his large tool sputtered. His body mustn't grow bigger, he resisted it. If he grew, unexpected things could happen. But such things did happen anyway.

His scales stretched noisily as he begun to expand, his frame escalating into a real growth spurt as his nails, horns, and talons cracked and lengthened. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while he murred, the release of his resistance so sensual that he nearly orgasmed right there. But then his companion below snagged both of his delts, leaning up to wash hot air over his face. Asakai's entire body began to flex out of control, buckling from being unable to store anymore of the invisible energy. No! I shouldn't give this power to them! I mustn't! Kevin moaned in his head. But wait. Yes, yes--he roared, his dragon cock letting loose all over his companion in climax--yes, give it to him, all of it! Everything!!

The red dragon threw saliva at Kevin's face, his nails pinching into the black dragon's shoulders as his arms, chest, back, and legs pulsed. Creases formed through his scales as his shoulders broadened to contain the overwhelming amount of power given to him. Asakai's chest hunkered outward soon after, rapidly filling up with bulk until pecs lumped proudly from where there were none. His abdomen toughened, too, forming rows of bulbous abs as his underarms squeezed outward for room, giving him a V-shaped body not unlike the black muscle dragon's. The transformation didn't spare his legs, either. Already thick, they became unwieldy and huge, calves and toes filling outward to the brim of all that they could contain. New lines bent more scales as superfluous mounds filled in every major muscle group he had. His tail rubbing into the ground, Asakai pushed on Kevin with greater and greater force, until the black dragon eased his pin on him and reeled backward to get off.

The red, now with the god of Strength's full blessing, sat up and rumbled, gazing at himself with both animalistic curiosity and awe at the vitality he now wielded. Now both of the macro-sized dragons had grown bigger since they had first clashed.

As Kevin examined him, he murr-rumbled at the sight of the other dragon's lavish mane--so pristine white and long as it curled over the taut cords of his thickly muscled shoulders. How beautiful it was, or cute, or--no, the best word was for it was barbaric! Oh, and the way his muscular chest undulated with its thickness, and the way the dragon's biceps unwittingly squeezed against his torso however he moved them. His arms put wrecking balls to shame. And those thick, masculine thighs holding up his huge butt! The black dragon's eyes consumed every bit, but he didn't realize that he was gripping his cock in a nervous tick, squeezing it painfully.

The second muscle dragon roared and leaned down all fours, his immense cock absentmindedly spurting pre at the ground with every throb. Reaching Kevin, Asakai growled and gazed into Kevin's eyes for the first time, leaning forward to slurp on his ebony neck graciously. Red fingers trailed over Kevin's body, and Kevin purred back, closing his eyes. Was he worshipping his body? What is it that he's liking? Kevin wasn't sure, but when Asakai's tongue raked against his belly to massage his scales he churred, spreading his wings until he plopped on his own back with a groan. He grinned toothily the whole time, flexing his muscles in an effort to see if Asakai liked them as much as he did. He didn't get the response he wanted, but he continued to smile anyway. Then his smug look switched to a frowned gawk.

Asakai had latched his mouth onto his penis! The royal jewels! He wanted to bolt until he realized that the other dragon hadn't sunk his teeth in. Kevin huffed rapidly, growling loudly as he leaned up, clutching the ground in both pleasure and worry. Grunting and slurping, he watched as the other dragon teased the tip of his leaky rod, his reptilian tongue rubbing all the way down towards the base of his cock, letting spit flow to tease his balls. Kevin spread eagle just then, opening up a little trust as he roared to the sky. The two giants shook the earth as one slammed black arms while the other whacked his tail with excitement, kicking up more dust to add to the cloud that unhurriedly floated away from them. Covering his friend's nose in cum, Kevin grinning and growled, tensing his chest as he almost felt himself wanting to climax again.

But Asakai didn't stop his new trick there. Instead the dragon cracked its jaws, scratching the large glans of the meaty, black cock as he enveloped his own jaws over it. He had dislocated his jaws like a snake, stiffening his neck as he took the cock in further and further. Unable to move from this, Kevin raised each of his feet and squeezed Asakai's sides with them, pleading for more as he lightly bucked. He expected the sharp teeth to be painful but, as if he had done it a million times before, the red-and-white dragon's gingerness teased and tickled Kevin's length beyond what he could bear. He rounded out the dragon's cheeks with excess cum to the point that the dragon pulled out with a snort, allowing much of the seed to spill all over the scales of his black knees and to mat down Asakai's mane. Lapping on the enormous, dark orbs that Kevin had, Asakai tasted every bit of the black's maleness he could. That is, until Kevin lurched forward and roared, gripping the crimson dragon in a strong bear hug. Both toppled over as a result, with Kevin thrusting his nose into the mane--now spoiled some with semen--he so liked to look at.

From there the two, god-like beings licked, drooled, cummed, squeezed, wrestled, nosed, sniffed, and pleased one another. All of their hides shone with the slickness of smelly spooge and white globs which dribbled to the ground, intermixing with the dirt to form a mucky aftermath. Eventually, both of them stood up on their hind legs, using each other as a support as they tumbled and fought for dominance. But they soon discovered that they both had become equals, thanks to Kevin. Eventually, when the sun began to fade behind the clouds, Kevin had become nothing more but a hungry, growling monster with a relentless drive like Asakai. He wouldn't remember the rest of what happened for the rest of the day except for one thing: that he was the stronger male, and that he knew it, but Asakai kept disagreeing.

The black beast liked that a lot.

---

When Kevin woke up he shook his face, spitting out stem bits from his mouth. He instantly stood upward and swiped his hair with his hands, attempting to get the rest of the mound of dead field grass off of himself. He then completely froze as he stared at his hands. Hands! Not claws. He patted himself down. No sign of any wounds, but his joints did ache. He was human again, and wearing the trimmed black robe from his dream back in the cave.

"Well, this weird shit won't stop happening," he cleared his throat, wiping away more grass. Was he dreaming again? He pinched his arm. He couldn't tell. He turned himself all around. His surroundings were familiar. He was in the field where he had done his thing with Asakai. Something smelled, though, and he gagged.

"Ugh, what's--oh," he blinked as his foot made a splut. He stepped on what was a remaining puddle of giant dragon cum. "Ughhhh, god damnit." He couldn't wipe all of it off his boot on the grass. Puddles and even creeks of the goo were everywhere, and that's what made that musky, fishy smell.

"Note to self: don't change back to human after sex. Find the biggest cigar you can instead," he pinched his nose. All the ground was shattered and cracked, no different than an earthquake marked high on the Richter scale. Draconic footsteps weren't discernable anymore, even; nothing represented nature, the whole field had become moonscape.

Asakai was nowhere in sight, but peering afar he swear he could see a horse with a rider in the distance, just before it turned and disappeared over a faraway hill. "Hmm. Now that's embarrassing. Hopefully he doesn't know what cum is."

"OI!!" Kevin heard someone yelp behind himself. Turning, he saw a mound of grass come to life with arms, legs and all. The grass creature shook and thrashed at itself, flinging dead foliage away while revealing red cloth. "My god, where am I, how long was I asleep!" the emerging man cried, apparently not noticing Kevin yet.

The newcomer had long, black hair messed up by leaves. A thin mustache dotted his upper lip. He had a strong head, a man perhaps well over his twenties, with a taller gait and sure arms. He was wearing a red robe, a robe exactly like Kevin's. Kevin sucked in his breath. Asakai? His god-like ability to understand other people's languages had kicked in. The newcomer's words were also different than the villager's language. The man finally turned his head towards Kevin.

"Ahhhhh! Who're you?" the supposed Asakai didn't lower his voice, pointing a finger straight at Kevin as he stumbled over a rock. Shrieking, his rear end landed straight into the leftovers of male dragon bonding. "Aghhh, shindeh! And this goop! Aghh, get it off!" he sprung to his feet, flinging gunk off of each of his sleeves.

"Can't you just calm down already?" Kevin snapped, uncovering his mouth. The stench! Dragons wouldn't mind it, but humans would. See: earlier note to self. "Look, I'm a friend, I'm here to help. Let's just get out of here a-sap. Your name's Asakai, am I right?"

"Huh?" he stared at Kevin dumbfounded, gagging also. "My name isn't Asakai, my name is...my name is...hmm, what the blazes, I cannot even remember my name." Noticing Kevin was already trudging through slimy field, the red robe shuffled close behind, jumping over ooze whenever he could. "It's on the edge of my tongue, I swear! For some reason I don't exactly remember it. I'm not Asakai. Say, what year is it? How long has it been?"

"Well, let me call you Asakai until you remember your name," Kevin paused on his tracks but walked again. He began to recall some of Ahmed's words during his speech. He didn't listen to most of it, but names and the current date did come up. "One of the people at the village said the year was one-hundred thirty-three."

"One-hundred wha', you're serious, right? Then that means by Aldebaran standard...hmm, yes. Yes, I've been gone a long, long while," he bounced his head at his words, crestfallen. Kevin felt certain thoughts here and there from his unwieldy friend, but most were incomprehensible from the convalescence of his shock.

"You're suffering from amnesia, from what I can tell," Kevin sloshed through flattened grass. "Maybe it'll get better. My name's Kevin, by the way."

"Oh! Yes. I'm being rude. Forgive me, it's just been a long time since I've ever been able to speak. Almost thirty years, to be exact. And I can't recall my own blasted name, but I can remember other things. To introduce myself, I suppose my name is Asakai, I'm," he leapt on a log, "a philosopher, an explorer. I come from Aldebaran, a land of shipyards and industry far, far west from here. In fact, it's on the other side of the world."

"Really? I'm not exactly from around here myself."

"Oh? You speak Aldebaran with an accent. So are you from Escalia, or Tern, or from the eastern wastes of Lin?"

"No...I'm a god, actually. Sort of. But aren't you a dragon?"

"Oh, well, wonderful, absolutely wonderful," he rolled his head back. "I'm talking to a god! How much more insane can I become? I suppose that's believable. But me? No! No, I'm no dragon, I'm nothing now. But I was, I was something evil. You released me from my curse, from that enchantress. That is why I am in your debt. Although, you, the black dragon..." Asakai completely stopped. Kevin sensed deeply embedded shame, likely from yesterday's events, but he didn't know what to say back.

At last reaching the edge of an incline which hopefully was the border of the sex cesspool, Kevin gripped a clump of rotten grass to start climbing. "So, that's why you were so angry. You really were a monster."

"From all that I know, yes. It was like a dream. All of it. I killed...my god, forgive me...I killed animals, I loved raw blood. I even swallowed a woman once without a flinch, I remember. Her face!...Did it all really happen?" Asakai's hands clamped onto his head in horror.

"According to some villagers I know, yeah. I'm sorry, but it wasn't your fault. It wasn't you who did it. It was some stupid monster that wasn't you at all. Just trust me here. You do have to take responsibility for your actions but it wasn't your fault, period. Let's just forget that for now," Kevin extended a hand as he reached the top of the incline. "Let me help you."

"No!" the estranged man barked, turning in a circle as he clenched his fists. "No, no, no! This can't be happening. You should just kill me now and give them all justice. I don't deserve to live. I've lost all of my possessions, all of my honor, all of my dignity, and I've senselessly murdered. Just take care of me, turn into that black dragon you really are and--" he turned, squeezing his red robe as he stared at Kevin. "You! And what was with you yesterday? You manipulated me! You changed me!"

"Huh?"

"Agh, you made me court another man, a male dragon! Out of my will. And you were so large, so," he puffed his cheeks out, spreading out his arms and bending them downward to try to be like someone bigger, "like an ogre! You were more of a vile monster than anything just by how huge you were! And you made me just like you! And you made me please you. Disgusting!"

Kevin's heart sank with his own embarrassment. Being a little human rather than a big dragon now, he was actually a little shaky in terms of what he had done. And with how he regarded his sexual tastes. When he was a dragon, his lust was totally different. And, of course, as he had noticed from the villager's thoughts and from Asakai's words, people in this society weren't familiar with the steroid-pumped, beefcake bodybuilders of his world. In fact, now that he thought about it, many back at home would think bodybuilders to be nowhere near the perfect image of beauty anyway.

"Welllllllll," Kevin curled his neck, "You did like it when I pleased you back. I didn't force you completely. And that little stunt of yours with my...private area. Where'd you learn that? And I can read your thoughts, you know, so don't lie to me."

"What? Yes you did force me! Ohhh, you did! You controlled my mind! It wasn't me, and, ah," he twisted his mustache, averting his stare. "Okay, I confess. Maybe I liked it a little. Just a little, because, okay, let me explain for just a moment--"

"Look, it doesn't matter. Can't we just get out of here already? We can bicker at each other like the real men we are later," Kevin drug himself further up the top, satisfied to see that the grass before him was actually green and free of dragon contamination. He turned himself around to offer a hand to Asakai a second time, noticing that his buddy was pointing a finger at him. "Mark my words! That won't happen again, even if I owe you my life. Which I shouldn't, because you should kill me--nghhh. Instead. Thank you. Okay, there, I'm up. Now let go of me."

With the pair finally exiting the pit, Kevin scanned the horizon. He regained some confidence by noticing one of his landmarks and by the fact that he could stop pinching his nose. "No, sorry, I won't kill you, that won't fix anything. If you really want to die, just do it yourself."

The other person soured his cheeks with a hint of acceptance, not saying anything more. Kevin avoided reading his mind right after that. Kevin sighed. He hadn't had a bath, he probably looked like a mess, his arms and legs still singed. Fortunately, for whatever unexplained reason, he wasn't hungry or thirsty. More evidence that he really was a god?

"So," Asakai mused, his discomfort waning. "Why are we both dressed the same, like the color our serpent hides were? If you're a god, does that mean I'm like you?"

"I don't know. To be honest, I'm pretty much in the same situation as you are. Ever since I woke up, I've had strange thoughts and all of these strange things happened to me. And nobody is able to answer my questions." The two gathered to their feet. At Asakai's humble request, Kevin told much of his entire story so far, leaning against the shade of a nearby tree as Asakai sat and listened. Kevin didn't mention much of his previous world, or the Singularity, or the deep and dark sexual desires which turned him into a dragon god. He did mention the dream and the nobleman's term for his world, the "Otherworld," though. And he did mention the stone, at which Asakai flinched but remained quiet. Then Kevin finished with, "And here we are."

"This nobleman, the way you describe him, and the ruins. Those are the ruins at Pydia, and the stone structure's shape is an ancient symbol of the pantheon of the gods, before their True Names and avatars were scattered from some unknown cataclysm. Their names mutated into the millions of names as the remaining pagan religions know these beings now. And that king...Han, he must be dead, if not very old. How I've lost the years! Han was the merciful emperor of Aldebaran, keeper of House Pydia, the royal family supposedly descended from one of the chief gods. That person seems like a spitting image of him, though, definitely a blood relation. This new emperor's rapier, was there the head of an eagle on its hilt?"

Finally Kevin received some rational explanation from someone in this world. "Yes, there was. I'm pretty sure of it. If that dream really was a vision like I think it is, then maybe I can take a look again if I ever have it again. Because, well, maybe it wasn't really a vision. The king, er, emperor said I was an actual apparition. So it must have happened in the waking world."

"Intriguing. Yes, please do. I know the emperor personally. Correction, I knew the Han the Elder or whoever he is now, not this new ruler. But there's something more important at hand, I don't know what to say, most of it has slipped from my mind," Kevin's friend stroked his mustache. "It has to do something with the stone. Particularly, the fact that it is shaped the exact same as this symbol with its two points, its diamond shape. It must have been very important. Hmm. It must have turned you into a god. It must be an artifact of the gods."

"Yeah, that's how I figure it," Kevin sunk to his knees, smiling a little. "That's the obvious answer I knew. Kind of."

"Yes."

"You know, perhaps that vision was really real. Now that I think of it, the emperor was speaking in your native language. It's not the language I speak from the Otherworld. Yet, for some reason, I understand, I know it right when I see you."

"You do? For a moment I thought you might be an Aldebaran, but your wild story doesn't match. Plus, your style and looks wouldn't attract any of our renowned women."

"Heh. So, what about your story?"

"I don't exactly remember much except that I came to this land for a reason. I am a traveler. I know the language of the Inouese, which is common with many dialects here. I wasn't sent on a mission by someone, I sent myself. I was looking for something. A box, I'm sure of it. A small, golden box with many carvings on it."

Inouese. Maybe that is Ahmed's people. "I found the crystal in a box, but it was made of wood, didn't have any carvings," Kevin chimed in. "Does that ring a bell?"

Asakai was quiet, clenching his fists and shaking his head. "Why don't I remember?" he chided in despair. "Wait. I do remember one thing, an idea, one that has stayed with me ever since the enchantress took hold of my mind."

"What was it?"

"Origin."

"Origin? Like, the word, in your language?"

"Yes. Don't you think that's strange?"

Origin. Kevin tapped his nose, his mind drifting into a brief flashback: Kevin was little at the time of it, sitting against the back of a carpeted room. He was playing with his little G.I. Joes as his father, a physicist by profession, gave his lecture at a Christian seminar. "And so as the Singularity gave birth to the universe in the Big Bang, let me, um," his bespectacled father stuttered, "explain this idea I feel, from putting science and religion together, that there is a 'quantum' singularity in each and every one of us, a little part of God ever since he made us in his image. And by the word 'quantum' I loosely mean small, I mean a little small bit in each and every one of us." Kevin's eyes watered. He hadn't seen his father or heard his crazy ideas in a long time. He wasn't on board the airplane. At least the divorce brought out a little good.

But, after all of the words he could possibly think of, why would he pick Singularity? "Does your word for origin mean anything else?"

"Not that I know of. I haven't studied the evolution of our language," Asakai stood up, folding his arms as he stared into the bright horizon.

"I see. Well, ever since I awoke in that cave, this word has stuck in my mind ever since, too." Kevin spoke the next word in English. "Singularity."

"Now that's a word, it sounds like my enchantress would use. What does that word mean, in your language?"

"It doesn't really mean anything. It comes from the the word...single, I think," Kevin spoke 'single' in Aldebaran. "It means the one thing which created our entire universe, because the universe used to be one little point of energy. And then this energy exploded, creating worlds everywhere."

"So there was no God in the beginning?"

"Well, I think there was a God. You believe in one God?"

"I was never a devout follower of St. Prodis, but yes, I believe there is a supreme being out there, watching over us. I don't mind the polytheistic pagans but others in society do."

"It's like that in my society, actually. I find it sad that such people would actually exploit non-believers for their own selfish crap."

"Huh? No, this dark continent, the sect doesn't even bother with this trash. They mind the pagans, yes, but only if they wander onto their own lands. The followers just stay back in Aldebaran, across the sea."

"Oh. Anyhow, I honestly didn't want to ask earlier because you were a little...angry, but you keep mentioning this enchantress. Who is this person, is she a bad person?"

"From all that I know, yes. She's the one who made me eat people! It wasn't me--"

"I know it wasn't you," Kevin swayed his hands. His friend was getting a little fumed again.

"I'm sorry. When I just think about her, I just get so angry. I don't remember enough, I don't even remember where she lives, I don't even know if there is a way to cure my condition."

"Well, if I'm a god, maybe she turned you into a demigod," Kevin wondered. "Like, part of a god, but she has kept you under her leash, all this time. Can you try to remember something?"

"That is certainly a possibility. I'll try to think of something." Both of them settled against the same tree, then, and in quiet meditation they continued their rest. Kevin's eyes wandered to the sky's dome and the cream-puffed clouds. Birds chirped merrily in the distance, sounding off bird calls he had never heard before. The sun rose high overhead. All was fine until Asakai had a seizure.

"Asakai? Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Kevin flipped over, gasping as he stared right into the evil eyes of a dragon. He planted his black sleeves over Asakai's shoulders. His friend looked at him with clenched teeth, shaking as froth collected on his cheeks.

"Rghrr! Rghnrhghrrr! Hrrrr! Hrrrrr!" he sputtered unintelligibly, his cheeks puffing as his face cracked and swelled gauntly, expanding while he blushed crimson red. His nails sharpened as canines curved over his lips.

"Hey, hey buddy! Calm down! Look at--hey, look at me!" Kevin yelled, pointing the scarlet face at him. "Stay with me, just stay with me here. Say something. Wait. 'Hrrr...hrr...her!' The enchantress! She's doing this to you, isn't she?"

Asakai groaned and nodded desperately, his nose swelling as his skull already began to push forward. He was hopelessly resisting his transformation, his fingers groping behind himself to tear into the bark. "Okay, Asakai, just stop thinking about her. How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Sshhh...shhh...thsssss!" That was his best effort to say "four" to Kevin's fingers. His teeth clamped in a jumbled mess, barely finding room in his human skull. His head was fixing that rather quickly, of course.

"Okay, okay, that isn't working. Think what time it is. What time is it? Think of a number!" The emerging dragon's body grew all around, his shoes bending, his neck spreading his red robe's collar, bringing the fabric to the brink. That wasn't working, either. "Anything, think of anything!"

Kevin drew back his head, watching as Asakai's transformation accelerated. Kevin watched him stare pleadingly at him. Though his changing companion looked like some butt-ugly mutant, in between reptile and human, Kevin laughed out loud a little anyway. Something about Asakai was goofy.

"Damn, you look like a god damn cherry!"

The half-dragon shook a lot less now, looking straight at Kevin, his clenched teeth sputtering like Daffy Duck. And that, by some miracle, fixed the whole problem.

Kevin grasped Asakai's shoulders in relief. His face shrunk and his robes become loose again. Just before he became completely human Asakai giggled, and then guffawed.

"You did look like a cherry, you doofus!" Kevin hollered at his face, planting his forehead right up against the relieved demigod's own brow, staring at him eye to eye. He hoped he wouldn't ask about the English word 'doofus.'

"Hahaha! Yeah--nhh-heh--I, I did, didn't I?"

Kevin fell backwards onto the grass, opposite to him. "Yeah. I thought I was going to lose you there. To get to the point, we need to do something about that enchantress. I don't think I set you free, like you had said."

"Yes. I apologize, I was just thinking about where she was, who she was, what she was. And then I felt so angry, and that's when it felt like some hand reached out from the water and drug me in, trying to drown me. Yet, as they say in my country, laughter finds company with everyone, even the wicked. But for a time I was terrified, the water I was drug into was ice!"

"Well, stop apologizing and don't worry anymore. If you had changed back, I'd kick your ass again anyway," Kevin got up on his boots, wiping his nose as he stared off, spotting a horseman approaching. The same horse he had seen earlier. "Hey, look! Someone's coming. It's a friend." Yes, it's him, he thought.

The two disguised dragons stood at attention as the aged mare clopped to a halt in front of them, a tall and youthful figure in peasant's clothing sitting on top. A short sword was fastened to his side and a carved bow was slung over his back. He acknowledged Kevin with a brisk bow. "My lord Kevin, god of Strength, navigator of the great heaven waters, ruler of the rage in the storm," Kevin turned his head away at he formalities he was hearing, "is this the god you are?"

"I am he," he sighed, glancing uneasily at both Asakai and the farmer. The horseman was the person he had changed the day before, except being so close in person he could truly realize the impact of his influence. He had turned the person into a Bowflex commercial. The tan from labor in the fields was an added bonus--even the veins in the arms. Kevin gulped. Stop it! No more thoughts like that!

The rider bowed again, this time with more respect. He then pinched his nose. "Forgive my insolence, lord Kevin and my other lord, please, but what is this stench?" Kevin had forgotten that there was as tinge of it on their clothes.

"A bog," Asakai blurted, his arms folded behind his back. Apparently Kevin guessed correctly, Ahmed's people were the Inouese, and Asakai spoke their tongue. "We were in a bog. Very gruesome place, you wouldn't have wanted to go there."

"Yeah."

"Yes," Asakai jumped in after Kevin, "the bog, over there, it has these vile pools and, ooog. No mortal must ever tread there."

"Yeah, yeah," Kevin bobbled his head.

"This bog, I saw it earlier this afternoon. It wasn't there before last I came here. It looks unnatural. Is it a sign?" the rider asked.

Kevin and Asakai looked at each other. "Yes!" explained the philosopher, "We had come here to investigate. It is not only a sign of things changing, but that the land is releasing some...evil."

"Yeah."

"The smelly kind."

Kevin warped his face at Asakai. "...Yeah."

"Be at ease, it will fade away in good time, and as we have found, it will not spread. Our task here is done."

"I see," the farmer's horse waved its tail. "I was here earlier this afternoon, when I had sensed the bog. It was a huge field, the lay of the land was completely different than I had remembered. Something had shaken the earth. We knew it was you, lord Kevin, and the Asakai fighting far away. When I had come here, I saw you appear in the field out of nowhere after I looked away for just a moment. Such is the power of a godly spirit, forgive me for never having seen it! This caused me fear, so I returned to Ahmed the Elder, and he told me that the prophet spoke that Kevin was returning so soon, that Kevin had returned. So here I am. My lord, we are thankful that you have slain Asakai and saved our village. Who is this fellow spirit here, may I ask?"

"The man you see right here is Asakai, a serpent god of fire." Asakai blushed and craned his neck towards Kevin, glaring at him as if to say, "YOU IDIOT!" To make matters worse, the horse backed up from both of them.

"No, wait. Let me explain. Asakai, such as myself, is a powerful god, a just and merciful god. But another god tricked him!" Kevin clenched a fist, stepping forward to emphasis his story. "Another god, a goddess actually, who is wicked and dark, far from this land, tricked him and controlled him. She turned him into a fallen god, just like Ahmed had spoken. She stole his godly wisdom for her own, and thrust him into heavenly pyres, forcing him into irrepressible rage. And he had been pillaging ever since. But I, Kevin, overpowered him and released him from his curse. He is now good, and we are comrades."

"Praise be to Kevin!" the farmer planted his hands together, bowing to the black robe. The red one, meanwhile, stuck out his tongue with a sigh of relief. "This is indeed wonderful news. Many have lost loved ones to the Asakai, but the affairs of the gods are beyond us men. I hope Ahmed and my people will not scorn Asakai but forgive him, for I say it is better to gain a friend than to destroy an enemy."

This guy is smarter than he looks, Kevin thought. "Go back to your village, we will return when the time is right. Tell them the good news. Prepare them for Asakai's coming. And if anyone doesn't accept him like they did me, they will face my wrath."

"As you wish," he nodded obediently with a smile. There was some eagerness about his personage, the way he looked at Kevin, which nagged Kevin. Kevin swallowed before finally saying, "What is your name?"

"My name? But I am not worthy of sharing my mortal name to his lordship, I am not your representative. Only Ahmed the Elder is. But, if you want to hear it..."

"Please."

"Yusto, my lord."

"Thanks. Thank you, Yusto. You can go now." He rode away. Kevin again sensed those thoughts of shyness from him. He was trying very hard to hide his feelings. What were they for?

"What did you think you were doing?" Asakai demanded.

"We're going to tell them the truth. Most, if not all. Yusto will tell them before we head home. I need to see their prophet. Something is suspicious," his eyes narrowed as he strode away from the tree. "She may know some more answers for the both of us. Both of us aren't just monsters, I know there's a reason for that."

"That sounds reasonable. Is this village far?"

"Hmm, not exactly," Kevin hummed, turning his head back to the philosopher. He smiled with his dragon eyes and dragon fangs.

---

Kevin gingerly clutched Asakai in his large claws as he flew to the village, ensuring that Yusto arrived first before diving down. The delay stole much of the daytime. The sun snuck behind mountains afar, the sky flaring orange into evening. Most of the villagers revered Kevin primarily when he landed, but they paid secondary respects to Asakai with equal zeal. This relieved Asakai, but Kevin sensed the dotted thoughts of despair and horrid memories from earlier dragon attacks from both Asakai and the villagers. This would have to do. The salted wound had to be healed.

Having Kevin join Asakai in human form interested the villagers. Immediately, Ahmed offered his own residence to the both of them since it was the largest and most well-constructed hut of them all, having used wood rather than mud brick. Kevin accepted after a pause, realizing that any refusal to their offered gifts could cause worry. Conveniently, the villager's gifts were stowed away in Ahmed's home.

"This man is indeed rich, they must respect him greatly. Or he must be a tyrant," Asakai commented, picking up a pouch before dropping it back onto stacked stuff that spanned several feet.

"Those are the villager's gifts to me, actually. Ahmed said he would secure them. I guess he was prompt," Kevin said, pulling a chair to sit down at the long, central table. Three of the village women remained in the house, and when Kevin pulled out the chair one of them immediately zipped over and offered to push and pull the chair for the god. Kevin, as politely as he could, asked for all of them to leave. He wanted to see Ahmed alone.

Asakai collapsed on a nearby bed, announcing how tired he was. This surprised Kevin because he felt exhausted as well, although when he asked if Asakai was hungry or thirsty his companion was already asleep.

When Ahmed arrived the dragon god requested to see the village's oracle: Befana, her name was, a very esoteric and ancient woman. She didn't even live on the premises. Kevin recalled that it was this person Ahmed spoke of during their first encounter. Ahmed left and returned to see the task done, but when he had come back he shook his head, collapsing on the floor in shame.

"My lord, I have failed you," he begun with as much fervor as he usually did. "Befana completely refuses your company, and gives no reason save that right now is not the time for you to come. I begged her to recant. My lord, what is your command after this?"

"Then I guess right now isn't the time, Ahmed," Kevin turned his head, feeling a little flushed. He then leaned over and grasped the elder's shoulder. "It's all good. No need for shame. I say the prophets respect the gods, and therefore the gods must respect the prophets." Ahmed displayed total surprise, of course, but left with higher spirits.

Kevin exhaled, glancing at the bed as he saw the wily man's chest rise and fall. He was surprised Ahmed hadn't noticed, either by stare or in thought, the "god" dead asleep over there. Why a god must sleep kept him curious for a little while. Standing, he wandered towards the far wall where the gifts were stacked, fumbling through many of the packages, ornaments, and other things. He finally found what he was looking for and placed it on the table.

He opened the box the girl had presented to him the afternoon before, his hands turning it around before he did. He was thankful for this box, it had saved him from becoming a despotic ruler of reptile-demons. He opened the container and found a small leather pouch. Opening it, he sucked in his breath as spheres of glass fell onto his hand, a couple rolling over the table to fall on the floor. Asakai grumbled and turned on his bed as Kevin leaned over to pick them up.

He didn't think farmers would have marbles (though these marbles were slightly larger and cruder than those of his own world), and he definitely would not think that a girl would give a toy like this to him. Was this her most precious toy? Why give it to him, because they looked pretty? Kevin thought. He then sighed and leaned back in his chair, turning two marbles together in his palm. He thought of the previous events, of what happened to Asakai, and everything back towards the cave.

I've really changed, he reflected, in such a short amount of time. I used to not be so confident with myself, and yet I am all time: when I spoke to "my children," when I had fought against Asakai. But, more importantly, why couldn't I have wished for something better for the people in the air plane? Why was I so fucking stupid? And what is the Singularity, what connection does it have with the gods? If I really am a god, what connection does it have with me?

Kevin sighed. And then there was Asakai. The dragon god was breaking his own pledge by helping the poor fellow out, but he knew he had no choice. Then again, when they were dragons and he was thrusting and roaring over Asakai, and Asakai over him...there was. Something. No words could describe it. It was ecstasy, yes. But every second of that aggressive lust, that hunger, those mutual growls, it all added to his original sexual fantasy like puzzle pieces. The puzzle pieces matched his dark desire to turn all of the villagers into monstrous dragon men. Being with Asakai wasn't apart of his original wish to turn into a dragon, but he certainly wanted it to be now, to just bend his pledge a little. But it couldn't be that way, or else he would shatter his principles.

"So gay," he turned his head in disgust. Was he actually considering a relationship, a mate? With a guy?? He wouldn't want it. It'd just be an unnecessary weight, as much as he liked the dragon Asakai. And it was a gay relationship, with another guy, for crying out loud. What the hell. He decided he'll be alone, like a dragon should be. But those red scales!

He squeezed his legs together at his thoughts, realizing that he was becoming aroused from them. He felt very pent up in not just in the house, but in his robe. His eyes flicking towards his passed out friend, he creaked the floorboards and put the marbles back into their box as he snuck out, feeling his eyes shift into a dragon's...

A villager was posted outside of the door, and upon spotting glowing eyes the guard jumped. Then he bowed briskly to Kevin in a nervous grumble. The god was rather awestruck at not paying attention to his own appearance. He nodded back without much thought and strode away. He had to get out of here. Passing the huts, his walk became a dash as he reached out for the horizon. The next thing he knew his robe tore away as his dragon self clawed free from underneath his human skin, and with engorging limbs he leapt and soared into the sky in the blink of an eye. His chest thrust forward to its fullest as he inhaled the air blessed by the moon.

That night he was a kitten trapped in a dragon's body. He didn't just play with himself sexually, but he tugged at his own tail and petted his wings. He tested the different growls and purrs he could make in his own throat, enjoying how guttural or shrill he could be. He licked his nails clean, slobbering over them to feel their sharpness. He kissed some of his muscles, too, bending his neck as far as he could to nose the rock hardness locked underneath his scales. His vision and the moonlight gave his sight the perfect kind of clarity as he enjoyed his body. He loved being a dragon so much that he lost track of time, flopping his belly atop a pool of his cock's mess after exhausting himself from a couple hour's pleasing. Curling up and purring, he slept better that night than any other in his life. Almost.

"So you're back again," a familiar voice called out to him. As he had instinctively anticipated, he opened his eyes and was once again standing inside ruins. The ruins at Pydia, from his dream. "I'd say it's good you aren't appearing in my bedchamber."

"I'll bear that in mind, emperor," Kevin replied, stepping over grass covered cobblestone to join the company of royalty. Cloakless, the nobleman was leaning against a broken stone pillar in fanciful but practical garb, gazing at distant mountains in a land eternally tranquil. Kevin saw no guards and no sword. Maybe next time there would be a sword, if there was a next time.

The two didn't say anything for a good while. Kevin decided to lean against the other side of the pillar, which made his company apprehensive, but they both kept leaning on the same pillar.

Kevin went first. "You seem a little more forthcoming this time," he observed. He didn't find this out through reading the emperor's mind, though. Kevin immediately understood that all of his powers were stripped out of him in the dreamt waking world.

"I have to put a show in front of my men sometimes," the emperor spoke, "And though I'm forced to not like you, I am curious about my future opponent."

Kevin sighed, folding his arms over his chest as he turned his collar. He wouldn't break open the scab of the friend/enemy topic yet. "Okay. My name is Kevin, by the way. I don't know how you'll take this, but I want to say that it's an honor to meet you."

"You knew I was emperor a moment ago, but not the first time we met. Someone must have told you something," the emperor spoke intelligently, turning his head back to glance at one of Kevin's shoulders. "Call me Nyrus."

"Emperor Nyrus--"

"No, no, no. None of that, I hate that. That title is 'Emperor Han the Younger.' Nyrus is my old name."

Yep, Asakai was a good guesser. Kevin smiled. "I hate formalities myself. But, why tell me your normal name?"

"Because, well, I suppose it's good to give a confession before one dies."

"You're dying?" Kevin kicked up a loose stone.

"No, but I'm very fairly sure you're the one to slay me. So the oracles say. I think it would be nice if you knew about me before you did."

Alright, that's it. Kevin pushed himself off of the pillar, turning around to face Nyrus. "Look, what do I need to prove to you that I'm not your enemy?"

"The oracles have never been wrong," Nyrus breathed, "I don't just say that as a believer of Prodis, it is merely divine fact."

"What did the oracles say? I have to know. I need to stop whatever is happening before anyone gets hurt."

"Prescience. Omniscience. Omnipotence. These are all qualities of a god, which you have. You should know the prophesies yourself."

"I don't know, I don't understand. If you want me to help you, you have to help me."

"No."

Kevin huffed, turned, and flipped up his arms. He almost laughed at the absurdity. Then again, something with Nyrus' background with the oracles might have influenced him to be so irrational, other than the fact that he might have already been born so pompous anyway.

"How goes your new army?" Nyrus raised his head.

"What? Look, I have no army," Kevin jabbed a finger. But I had almost made an army, he added a thought with dread.

The emperor raised a hand afterwards, saying "forget it" without actually speaking. Kevin then stepped over towards a stone slab, sitting atop it while hunching over. "Regardless of what happens, I may have to come. And when I do, I'll prove to you that I'm not your enemy."

Nyrus turned his head, staring at a statue of the double-tipped diamond that loomed afar. "Good. Come. I'll be here, waiting."

To be continued...

_K's Notes: I hope you have enjoyed Part I as much as I had writing it! It's my first time, so please bear with me. A special thanks to those who read my story as it developed and helped me edit it and give feedback.

So, Kevin's adventure begins. Will he keep his secret oath? And what's with that enchantress making poor ole' Kai super-pissed? New non-human race(s) will be introduced, new would-be heroes will be thrust into the arising conflict, and the two newfound companions will have some more of their godly antics and schemes. Sometimes, there are more problems than preventing a prophetic evil! Keep it thick and stay tuned for Part 2 of SDR: "The Biomancers."_