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“God damnit George! I told you that we needed to keep the map safe! Twice!”

On the very edge of a river that ran through a forest like many exist in the world, two men were arguing with each other loudly and waving their arms around like madmen, or rather, only one was, the other instead was sitting on a rock with a bag in hand, keeping the thing upside down and emptying it from water and algae. The one screaming kicked a rock in the other’s direction and missed by a few inches the head of his companion who turned around and glared at him for that, earning a scorn in response.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know that a hawk would come fly down and steal the damn bag because it’s made of rabbit fur? I told you several times to get off your ass and remove the fur!” The man held the bag in hand and waved it around like, well, a bag, sending drops of water dripping from the white fur that made the exterior of the thing.

“It’s for aesthetic reason you ignorant mutt! Snow rabbits are beautiful creatures!”

“Then your sense of aesthetic is crap ‘cause it looks like a vomited piece of garbage now that it’s wet!” The man on the rock got up and down, walking towards the other one and glaring even harder than before and stopped only when the two were face to face. Their chests pressed together and so were their faces, the beard of the taller one, which contrasted with the exceedingly bald head, rubbed against the bare skin of the shorter one who happened to be the one holding the bag and the one called George.

“It’s not supposed to get wet in the first place!” The two stared at each other for a long while, angry and tired until they just sort of separated and walked to a tree and sat under it. “Is there anything in there that has survived that cursed hawk letting it go in the river?”

“No Theo, it’s all either gone in the water or soggy beyond repair.” As proof George held the ruined pieces of a book that had inky water dripping from the pages. “So much for buying that map and a list of dangerous creatures of the area.”

“That one I memorized already.” George looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What? I prioritized remembering what could kill us more than where we’d go.” The other eyebrow was raised. “I didn’t think we’d lose the damn map and you could have at least tried to learn that map yourself.”

“I was kinda busy with making preparations and making food.”

“Speaking of which, do we still have rations?”

“Plenty of that shit.” Unfortunately, without the map, they’d have some issues returning to the city that they had departed from two days prior to these events and, given that they weren’t from the region, just following the track back was going to be extremely hard. “Though I doubt it’ll last till we make it back. I don’t even know where we are right now, after that chase for this useless piece of leather and fur.”

“Maybe if we just follow the river going upstream we can find some minor settlement and even if we don’t, we can try and fish to get some extra food and supplies.” Theo wasn’t exactly new to this situation but if he had the chance he’d take the easy road anytime. Georgie nodded: he was being rational as a man of his experience should have been and his suggestion was far better than blindly following the compass. “Do you want to rest a little or go right now?”

“I don’t want to spend more time than absolutely necessary here. Let’s get moving.” Georgie tossed the ruined bag to Theo and took his in his hands and fastened to his back tightly, as it was the one with their supplies.

The duo began walking towards the source of the river, step by step, hoping to get to someone before the last of the supplies ended. The river itself was a bitch to walk around: sharp rocks made crossing or standing by the edge a hassle not worth the risk and the strong currents, as they had seen before, were too violent for them to brave. Whenever they had to go over the other side, they would have to go back, find a spot with more manageable currents or large rocks in the middle of the water stream, cross and hope not to fall and die. Though they had little and were light, the two slowed quite a bit their travel speed and by the middle of the afternoon, half a day after they had decided to follow the river, they were still alone and wet from a slip in the river that could have been much more dangerous had they not been quick. Theo was still going strong, a little bit tired, honestly very tired, but he kept his mouth shut to save that few calories while Georgie huffed and puffed every ten minutes or so.

“Please, for the love of the gods Georgie, stop complaining, my ears are starting to hurt more than my feet.” Theo had to, after what felt like ten hours of rambling. “It’s already hard as it is without you nagging me.” His companion rolled his eyes and pretended to sew his mouth shut with a threat, exaggerating the movements to convey his thoughts without once again voicing them out loud. “I… nevermind.” Theo shifted the weight of the other bag on his shoulders and walked for about two or three steps before he stopped again. Georgie made to say something but when he saw the serious expression on his face, he shut up immediately. “I think I heard people.” Georgie looked around and tried to hear anything that could be considered as sounds made by people and failed to do so, only hearing birds, critters and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. Sometimes Theo seemed to hear stuff that he couldn’t only to find out a few minutes later that there were indeed things that he heard, thus Georgie had started to trust him on that part.

“Oh, thank you, gods above!”

“Don’t, we still need to find wherever they are and hope that they are not hostile to us.” The look on the other’s face read ‘why would they be hostile?’. “Because they may as well be some hermits that hate people so much that they kill them on sight or something. Or they might be bandits hiding in wilderness for all I know.”

“Was that in the book?”

“No, but the chance is there, nonetheless. Better be safe than sorry.”

Georgie shrugged, this wasn’t entirely out of his companion’s normal attitude towards anything unknown, much the reason why he had bothered to read the manual of dangerous creatures and useful plants more than the map that was supposed to keep them on the straight path. Still, it worked decently most of the time, which wasn’t as often as Georgie would have liked, as it caused some minor problems when eating new foods or meeting people out of his ‘schedule’. Theo crouched and walked forwards slowly, making sure not to step on branches or dead leaves, a rather hard mission when walking in a centuries old forest. Theo sighed and crouched as well, ears perked as much as a human could and followed his friend closely but keeping a safe distance in order not to bump into him when he’d abruptly stop, a thing that had indeed happened a couple of times already.

The forest seemed to get noisier as they got closer to the people that Theo claimed to have heard: dozens of birds and little critters jumped from branch to branch or sat on one or even went as far as to bother the two humans in their sneaky business. Theo recalled each and every animal and frowned when he noticed that the sizes of the things were a little off from the book he read: even the small birds, which he was sure the book told were but three inches tall, were five or more, keeping the same colouration and structure but simply bigger. It wasn’t anything weird though it did unsettle him. When they finally started hearing words, albeit muffled by foliage, they slowed down even more rather than simply rushing to meet the other people that they were after: Theo put everything in his bag and slid a hand on the knife he carried under his shirt and Georgie did the same. Better safe than sorry as always. Theo took a deep breath and parted the branches that separated them from their objective and peeked through them, immediately closing the gap. Georgie was startled by this and opened another branch next to him and his reaction was much the same, though he didn’t stop looking: on the other side of the bush, there were two large serpentine creatures, with long, long tails that extended for what must have been more than fifteen feet or so, of a greenish colour with sandy undertones and a cream coloured underbelly. They were lamias, judging by the distinct lack of any other serpentine feature like a naga would have had, such as hoods or rattlesnake tails, but that wasn’t the end, no: they had four arms jutting from the slender torso instead of two, each set equal in length and size and resting on top of each other. The two mutated lamias, that was the only thing they could have been, were slowly undressing in the small patch of grass, tossing the thin clothing that they had on. What was most incredible, other than the extra arms, was that they had breasts that rivalled the ones that humans had, perky, capped with pink nipples and covered in finer scales. They were reptiles, not mammals, breasts were not their thing. The worst part was that, if one didn’t take in account all the scales, the tail and the rather inhuman movements and sounds, one might even be justified in thinking them to be quite attractive.

Once the last piece of clothing was removed, the lamias smiled to each other and slithered closer to one another and immediately hugged, squishing their breasts together and moaning softly. One of them raised her hands and pinched the other’s nipples, twisting them ever so slightly in an attempt to arouse her. Georgie pulled back and stared at his companion who was now looking again through the canopy. Not only they were peeping on two lamias, but they were peeping on their foreplay. Georgie felt weirdly attracted by them, their soft and yet strong coils exuding a kind of charm that he hadn’t seen in humans, but his gaze fell more on the out of place breasts: had they been put on a human female, they would have cause every man in eye range to turn and salivate and even though they were on a reptile, they looked amazing. The spell he was put on was broken when the moans rose in pitch and got louder and louder and the first female, the one being teased and played with, lowered her hands to a slit that was dripping with arousal and fished out two red… cocks. Theo swallowed every drop of saliva he had as the two even more out of place members thickened with blood and lust, reaching a foot long each in seconds. The second lamia smiled lasciviously and pulled the other closer and using the free set of hands, pushed the two obscene length deep into her own slit and hissed in pleasure.

The two reptiles fell on the ground, tails coiling onto each other in a mating lock common to their species and kissed deeply as one thrust inside the other with wild abandon. But the surprises didn’t end there: moments later, when the first lamia bit into her mate’s neck softly and rubbed her chest, the second hissed and thrashed strongly in her arms for several seconds, followed by a wet squelch as her members grew out of her slit as well, just above the place where the first one was humping with increasing rough thrusts. The second pair of reddish cocks was just as long though it looked thicker and more bumpy than the first one the two humans saw and squirted pre in unholy amounts, coating the scales of the two lamias in seconds. Each of the lubing spurts was comparable to the humans’ entire load and they only seemed to get more abundant as the two reached their peak. Instead of finishing inside, the first lamia pulled out and a deluge of pre fell from the stretched slit and pooled on the ground as she grabbed the members of the second female and pressed them to hers. The frotting made their pre squirt higher and higher, hitting the chin of the lamias in an unending cascade until they finally screamed in bliss and coiled up tight against each other. Large shots of pearly white seed escaped the seal of their bellies and squirted on the ground, spreading a scent of sex and lust so strong even the humans felt light-headed and needy. Shot after shot after shot, their climax was endless, bathing the mates in spunk until they were more white than green even if only on their bellies.

Even when the spurts stopped and the last dribbles fell on the ground, the two lamias didn’t stop squirming about and kept rubbing their members together, still teasing each other, still as hard as before. Theo felt somewhat scared of their weird vitality and biology and finally, hoping that the two tired females would not notice them as they left, turned around and made to go away. However, his face bumped into something big and hard and that made him fell on his ass and through the bush he was hidden in. Georgie noticed that only when he saw his companion being grabbed by a titanic black arm, easily thrice his own and attached to a monster that had come straight out of a fairy tale: it was a naga, jet black like the darkest night and was staring at him with two golden eyes that pierced through his very soul. A second arm moved towards him and grabbed the poor fucker high in the air and held him at eye level with Theo and the naga. The humans recoiled in fear as the two other eyes of the reptile, painted on the inside of the hood but looking alive, locked onto them.

“Now, now, we have some peepers.” The naga smiled and slithered forwards, unhindered by the weight of two humans. The lamias stopped their mating and looked towards him. “Vina, Bili, did you enjoy giving them the show?” The two nodded and smiled, staring at the intruders with a lusty look.

“Wait… you knew we were there?”

“Oh dear humans, we have been following you for a couple of hours by now, ever since you stepped in our lord’s land.” Theo paled: he had not only failed to notice them or any sign that this place was under a snakeman tribe but also because the book didn’t mention that they were even in the region! For a person with hearing as good as him on top of being extra careful all the time, this was a shame he’d have to redeem. When he’d be set free. If he’d be set free in the first place.

“We are tremendously sorry, we got lost and just wanted to go back to a human settlement.” Theo rushed to make excuses, five feet high in the air and five higher than he liked to be. The naga rolled his eyes.

“I know, this one nagged so much we were pondering whether to shut him up ourselves.” Georgie frowned deeply: his complaints were so effective that he had annoyed even a different species. That was a new record. “But it’s no matter, we know of your situation well enough now and since the sun is to set soon, how about you stay with us for one night?” The colossal naga smiled, baring his fangs to them in an accidental display of force as he tried to be gentle. Any other human would have taken that for a threat but these two were decent adventurers. They looked at him, scary, tall, powerful beyond normal and at the two lamias, astonishing and lewdly attractive, dripping with their seed. Without bothering too much about the two humans, the lamias reengaged in their mating, this time shifting position with the one being fucked before now penetrating the other with much rougher thrusts. “You two better come back before it’s dark.” The naga didn’t really care as well, turning around just as the dominant lamia latched onto the other’s nipples to suckle and, much to anyone’s shock, drew thick streams of milk.

Faster than Theo could follow with his eyes, darting through the forest with the ease of a creature that had lived there for decades and without speaking a single word, the naga headed for the deeper parts of the land, far from the river. Minutes passed with a heavy feeling of worry and fear that grew even heavier for the two captives of the creature, making them wonder what would their fate be now that they had trespassed into the territory of such a… peculiar race of snakemen. Jaltak went on slithering on the soft grass for a couple more minutes, slowing down just enough not to end up hitting any of his kin, but such a thing didn’t happen at all. Right in the middle of the newly formed village, after the tents, fireplaces, food crates, supplies and furniture had been built, placed and decorated thanks to a sharp increase in available hands, quite literally, the entire village went into heat, again. At the centre of the round clearing made by the nagas was a ball that squirmed incessantly, with limbs jutting out here and there casually, heads, tails, arms and cocks alike, all wet and slick with lubricants and seed. The moans of pleasure from two dozen horny creatures had somehow sneaked past the attention of the normally very vigilant Theo, who was more worried for his safety than anything else. Now he could see that in this village of snakemen, the term naga and lamia might have been a little bit out of place, as every and each one of the beings he could see, emerging from the mass, had breasts and cocks without difference. Either he hadn’t seen the real males or there weren’t any and the ‘females’ he saw before weren’t so female after all, well, they were not, nor entirely at least. Two snakes broke from the larger mass and settled down on a separate area a few feet from the others and immediately went in for a kiss so passionate they shared the very air they breathed, tongue coiling on each other madly as four pairs of arms stroked, caressed and teased every limb and organ the other had. Just as one grabbed both cocks (s)he had thrust forward into the waiting depths of the passive snake and hissed in pleasure, one more broke from the communal mating ball and slithered to them. Without words, without asking, the third one opened the first mouth that was available and plunged a cock inside, letting the other one wobble free and rub against the hard scales of a snout. Thanks to the insane flexibility that they possessed, the snakeman that was currently thrusting with wild pleasure into the depths of its mate craned around and took the free cock into its mouth and sucked till the new arrival hissed and moaned and finally came. Shot after shot after shot of dense white seed flowed down throats and into the two rutting snakemen, filling them up bit by bit. Eventually they freed the footlong cocks from their muzzles and let the last few ropes fly high in the air, each one bigger than the looking human’s entire load, and onto the back scales of the first villager in line.

The one whose back was being coated in thick slime didn’t miss the act in the least and turned around, opening his mouth to steal the very last shot and gulp it down, breaking from the larger mating ball as well. The newcomer joined the other three, spreading his slit where his own obscenely large members jutted out and allowed any of them to mate him. Two took the chance at the same time, not even fighting over the easy goal and merely cramming as much cock as they could, and the one receiving them welcomed all four shafts with insane ease as the last one thrust into his open maw. The lack of four snakemen wasn’t something the larger cluster could tolerate and so several broke off at the same time and joined the four who unconsciously moved away. Though smaller there were now two mating balls whose dynamics were much the same as the large one and the cycle of fucking and mating repeated itself, the occasional ropes of seed pooling onto the ground or staining scales and trees whenever there wasn’t a ready hole to fill.

Even the large naga holding the two humans couldn’t be completely unfazed by the scene out of a reptilian wet dream, and his own members quickly came out with a wet squelch that startled the captives and made them stare. If the other snakemen were big even for the standard or their race, this one was simply ludicrous, a pure two and a half feet of throbbing meat for each one, deep purple and leaking lubricant from the slit and the tip, running down the bumpy flesh. Even Georgie could smell just how virile this one was, towering over the salty and sweet smell of the orgy with a deep musk that made his own erection come out and tent his pants. As he didn’t have two extra hands, Jaltak couldn’t tend to his maleness and merely slithered forwards: a few that noticed him also noticed his arousal and moved alongside, licking his slimy length with dazed expression, inhaling his musk from the root of his members and cleaning them. Unfortunately for both parties, Jaltak had other things to do, so when he was too far from the larger part of the village, those who were tending to him separated with a sad expression and returned to the others.

“Wh-where are we going?” Georgie saw that the naga wasn’t leaving them be nor saying anything and merely moved forward, towards a cave that was hidden by leaves and a cliff.

“You’ll meet our lord and saviour, he’ll decide what to do with you.” His words weren’t spoke with ill will or even with the intent of threatening but that was how they came across to the humans. “I assure you he won’t eat you, if you’re nice.”

Georgie shivered in fear, Theo was the same, both of them looking at the dark hole they were slowly slithering inside of. Moments after they entered, still in the hands of the naga, their noses were hit with a stench that made their eyes water and their throats run dry, a scent so heavy it clung to their very skin and clothes like a vice. There was little to wonder about what, no who was the cause of this: it was a male, not unlike the naga himself but so much more potent, to the extent that the snakeman, despite the calmness while strolling in the middle of a rutting village, was now shaking and dripping like a waterskin with many holes. His hood was flared and his muscles trembled in anticipation and so were the humans’. The cave ran deep in the heart of the world, hundreds of feet deep if not thousands, littered with scorches and claw marks here and there until it opened in a large cave, lit up by torches an braziers but in the presence of the creature inside, it made it feel small. The bronze dragon staring at them was by no means something natural, simply huge and simply massive, which in turn made the humans feel even smaller than they already were. He was resting on his side, lazing around calmly as a naga, identical to the one that just dropped them on the floor, wrapped the entirety of his body on a pillar of cockflesh so titanic that it could only feel out of place.

“Jaltak, welcome back.” The voice made their very bones shake, compressed in the cave and amplified by the rocks. “Who are these two?” Jaltak bowed deeply.

“Intruders.” An eyebrow was cocked. “I found them bickering on the river, going upstream. They lost their way and were hoping to find a human settlement somewhere on the water.” The dragon looked at them and they nodded eagerly. “I wasn’t sure what to do with them since they are the first ever to see us after the change.”

“Well, I think that was a good choice, Jaltak, I too would have been in a pinch in your situation.” The naga puffed his hood and his chest in pride, his cocks dripping even more pre and adding to the musk in the air his own scent. “Mind telling me your names?”

“I-I-I am… Theodore and he’s… Georgie Halley, we co-come from a… distant kingdom, here to sell our services to lords and whoever needs a scholar or an architect.” Another eyebrow was raised. “H-he’s an architect, graduated from Grindia, I am just a, ehm, a normal scholar.”

“And how did two men of such culture end up in a forest, mostly unarmed?”

“We…” Georgie took charge, swallowing his saliva and what felt like a mouthful of dragon musk that made his lungs burn. “We lost our jobs a long time ago and we had to travel the land to search for employment, in between we have learned how to live as adventurers.” The dragon let out a pleased rumble, which translated for a small earthquake for them. “We meant no harm.”

“I know, these poor souls just settled in after the last storm, they are just as new to here as you are, merely a week or so.” Theo remembered that not too long ago he had seen a storm in the distance and that the people of these lands told of a terrible even that ruined half of the crops, all of that happened as… a giant dragon was spotted flying about several dozen miles south.

“Did you cause the storm?” It was almost a whisper but it felt loud enough and it was, the dragon heard him clearly to the point he lowered a head that was as big, if not bigger, than a four-horse cart.

“No, I don’t think that was me, but a couple of gods might have been pissed off at me.” The shock in the human’s faces made Hal smile. “I am here to destroy the status quo after all, a force of change that will shake the world itself. It’s no wonder some of the lazier gods want me dead, too bad I am a sturdy bastard.”

“So… these… snakemen, their, ehm, uncanny appearance...” Theo looked at the nagas with a weird expression, a burning feeling taking root in his chest. “It’s your doing?” The dragon nodded, pleased with his quick wit. “Incredible.”

“Just a trick, many gods can do it as well, though me not being one makes it all so much more fun… and… I could change you two as well, you know?” The dragon’s head got ever so close to Theo, to the point he could feel the scales brush on his clothes and then, he inhaled. “Hmm, you smell weird, like a dog, no… like a wolf, a bit wet though. I wonder why. I don’t know what you are but you are most definitely not human.” Theo paled at those words and backed up. He stared at the huge beast for a long while and then gave up, sneaking a peek at his friend before lowering his head in defeat. There was no way to hide it at this point. Even if George didn’t trust the reptile, he would eventually start doubting and asking question, eventually he’d cave in.

“You really had to go and blow the cover I used all my life just like that? Pretty rude even for a dragon.” Theodore groaned and sighed. George stared at the two of them the whole time and suddenly, the gears in his head clicked in place: the weird behaviours, the acute hearing, the excessive caution, hell, the fact that he loved that rabbit covered bag, even that made sense.

“You’re a werewolf?” The lack of denial and the guilty look in his eyes was just as telling as another confession. It was enough proof for his companion. “God damnit, Theo! A werewolf? You could have told me.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, tell a human I’m a half-wolf half-man and surely everything will be fine. It’s not like everyone of my kind is dead because of that!” Now it was Georgie’s turn to be silent. “Yeah, they’re all dead, every last one of us except me. Apparently the human race doesn’t like something that kind of looks like them and can hide among the population.” Hal looked at the two with curiosity, even the nagas stopped tending to his cock. “What was I supposed to do Georgie? Admit that I am not human so that you could bail on me?”

“Why would I do that?” The now only human frowned. “You thought I would run away as soon as I saw a bit of fur? What kind of racist asshole do you think I am. I mean, I think I told you that I slept with a lizard before, and when I found out that apparently not having balls doesn’t mean that you’re a female, I still took that dick like a champ because I’m not some asshole that backs down when he find out something that he doesn’t like.” He sighed loudly. “I am your friend you dumb cunt, just tell me what you need me to do an I’ll help. Fucking hell…” Georgie huffed and puffed in much the same manner as always, to the point he forgot that there was a twenty five foot tall dragon not even ten paces away from him.

Theo smiled as he saw his friend being himself despite the new development and bragging about stupid stuff. The dragon was fairly amused by this. With a sigh, Theo unfastened his clothes, silently, calmly and then… he took one single breath. Under the eyes of the presents in the cave, his frame bulged out once, twice, taking in mass from nowhere and putting it in muscles, bones and a thick pelt of grey fur that crawled on his body like a sturdy natural armour. The loose clothing was filled in quite fast and even stretched to an extent, the shirt highlighting the muscle underneath, not obscene but present, firm, strong like steel. Bones snapped and popped in place, taking a feral stance but not entirely, still standing upwards just like the lizardmen would, his legs spread out to accommodate what was clearly growing to be a hefty package that stretched the fabric even more. Weirdly enough, that part didn’t gain nearly enough attention until Theo popped the buttons of his pants and let a fuzzy sheath flop out, a sheath that was failing to hold the canine shaft hidden inside as the scent of sex and male musk filled far more sensitive nostrils. Theo staggered and Georgie rushed to help him stand, accidentally bumping his arms into the grapefruit-sized nuts and ten inch pole of flesh. He didn’t even flinch.

“See, what was all the worry about me running away?”

“Sorry for being a little wary of human idiocy. Your kind did exterminate mine after all.” Georgie groaned loudly.

“Not me though, so I’ll take offence for lumping me with all of them idiots.” He chuckled and the wolf did the same. They had completely forgotten about the dragon, who leaned in closer to them to make himself known.

“I could fix that.” A furry head snapped towards him. “I could help you make the werewolf race rise again.”

“How?” Hal smiled and looked at Georgie.

“I can change whoever I want into whatever I want, well, mostly. I never tried anything with mammals yet but I am pretty sure I could turn this one into a werewolf.” Theo let his jaw fall ever so slightly. “And since he was so proud of taking some dick up his ass, how about I… amp the stakes a little bit? Make him a fertile female for you to breed?” Now the jaw was wide open and Georgie, shocked beyond any repair, looked at the calm dragon and the startled wolf every couple of seconds until his eyes fell to the erect member his friend had and a hint of lust, more than a hit to be honest, wormed its way into the human’s pants, making the already hard cock ache in need.

“Yeah, fine, make me a lady or whatever, I don’t care.” Georgie shrugged, making even the dragon let out a murr of surprise. “I honestly have no problem with being a female, or a male, or whatever those out there are, but if it means that I can help a friend then I’m in, even if it’s a dumb-ass friend like him.” Theo could barely believe his ears, even though they were now far more sensitive than before.

“You… you do realize that after you… become like me, even if it’s possible…” He sneaked a peek at the dragon who barely blinked at that. “Well, I’m a male, you’ll presumably be a female, you know where it will go.” Georgie nodded. “And that you’ll bear my children.” Another nod. “And that I will keep pumping in pup after pup until you can’t walk anymore?” Georgie looked at his friend for a few long seconds and shrugged.

“Someone needs to make amends for the rest of my species, right? I have known you for more than a couple of decades now, I know you’re a good person. Sometimes I think that you’re more human than some of the humans we know… Plus… it would be a lie to say I’m tired of wandering around the world, begging for scraps like an actual, proper mutt, kicked around by haughty men who are just lucky to have more money than us. I’m tired and I always… wanted a family, somewhere. Well, I didn’t imagine me to become the mother nor for my children not to be human but what the hell… let’s do this.” So far Theo’s mind had been resisting the influence of the dragon’s musk far too long, the last shock that came from his friend essentially and casually giving his entire life and body so that he could see his race live again. The scent seemed to thicken even more than before, almost liquid for him and the need that had been put to the back of his mind by fear and the honestly more pressing matter of ‘my friend knows my secret’ was on the first line again. “Let’s fucking do this.” It was both his lust and longing speaking, mostly the former as his maleness dripped clear pre like the nagas were, an unbroken stream of tangible need. “Please.” Hal had been swimming in a flurry of emotions, ranging from curiosity to shock to surprise and sadness, but now that he saw the desperate desire of the wolf, he was back in track, leaning in once again and licking the pre from the wolf’s tip.

“Glad to see someone’s eager enough.” Hal looked at the calm Georgie for but a moment. “I’ll need some of your… essence. I never had to deal with wolves so some might be nice to work with.” He saw the confusion of the creature and chuckled, rolling over just enough to point his own tip to the wolf and sighed in relief: he had shrunk his member so that he could allow the nagas to tend to him with more ease, but now he didn’t need to and it grew back to its full length and then some more, reaching thirty feet with ease. “I’ll need it right here.” A single drop parted from the slit and bathed Theo, making the already horny wolf even more needy. He didn’t wait a single second before jumping on the fleshy limb and plunged his length inside the cavernous tip, Hal murred happily at the insertion, tightening his walls so that he could enjoy the small treat. Georgie merely stood there until Torak walked to him and began undressing the man. “You seem to be quite unfazed by this.”

“I don’t dare to say that I have seen something like it, nor imagine anything of the sort but… I’ll have to work with it.” He shrugged again. “I complain a whole lot about the small stuff so that when there’s something real important at hand I’m fully committed. My mother used to say I would do a perfect housewife with all that nagging. Guess she was right…” Hal wondered how that worked but found the human interesting. Theo howled and picked up the pace as his engorged knot started popping in and out of the dragon’s cock with ease, making sloppy sounds that echoed in the cave. Georgie was now as naked as he could be and just as erect, shivering in fear and excitement as the scent of the dragon hit his nostrils again, stronger, and the dragon himself licked his entire body from head to toe and backwards, slathering in a layer of saliva that reeked of spunk. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Not at all, I’m used to doing much, much worse.” The nagas chuckled and started circling around the human, their coils overlapping each other and teasing the small man with their soft and yet firm scales. Georgie was slick and wet and hard and needy himself, but the feeling of scales sliding on his skin was something he couldn’t pretend he didn’t like. “Seems like you enjoy their kind. You said you slept with a lizardman, how about you show us what you learned?” Be it the musk in the air or maybe the man’s own personal inclinations, Georgie sat comfortably on the spires of the nagas and waited for one to come to him, immediately taking one large hemipene in hand and opening his mouth to lap at the copious pre.

“He’s a natural.” Jaltak smirked and pushed the man’s head slightly down his length, a mere few inches but impressive for a male, human at that. Torak looked for a couple of seconds, spraying ropes of pre on the man’s back and hair, further making a mess out of them and then lifted him up just enough to see the hole resting between his cheeks.

“Maybe he just likes snake dick that much.” The naga chuckled and went in for a taste, unfurling his tongue and lapping at the supple and tight ring. In that moment, Theo growled and slammed himself deep into Hal’s passage and unloaded several long spurts of seed that the hungry cock swallowed as if it was alive but the wolf didn’t stop to rest and instead, still coming, walked out and faced the naga currently trying to eat the human’s ass. “What?”

“You take that back.” He grabbed the naga’s tongue and wrenched Georgie away from the two reptiles. “He doesn’t like snakes first of all and second… how dare you make a move on MY mate?” The wolf was outright furious and the one reason he hadn’t rushed to get the human was because he had to finish his half-assed mating. “He’s mine and only mine.” A weird taste settled on Georgie’s tongue and mind: on one hand he was a bit scared by the fury of his friend and on the other, he was a bit happy that, even though he wasn’t anywhere close to a werewolf or even a female, he still called him his mate. It was weird, very weird, but it kind of felt nice.

“Theo, remember that they are a communal species, lifelong mates aren’t their thing.” The human tapped a finger on the furry forehead. “You’re the smart one, you should know that.” Theo folded his ears and the tail shot between his legs in shame and embarrassment, realizing his rash actions.

“Not even a female yet and already putting him under your heel.” Hal smirked. “You’ve got some talent right there.”

“What did I just say about my mother? I’m already a good wife…” The dragon actually laughed heartily this time, to the point that even the snakes outside felt the vibrations, shaking everything to the core.

The seed taken from the wolf mixed with his own and got absorbed, fusing with the dragon’s own, letting the behemoth learn and unravel his essence so he could work his magic. Underneath the rumble, the dragon’s cock swelled and squirmed, bulging out and reddening more and more until it visibly gave off heat and one could see the blood running through its veins, making it look even harder than before. As the rumble of his laughter made the cave shake, so did his swelling sack as the new source of essence multiplied and tainted the pure dragon seed, forcing the male to momentarily yield and produce thousands of gallons of it, his sack pushing against the rock walls, cracking them as they expanded and filled. As the dragon calmed down the very tip of his cock shrunk and with it the rest of his length, becoming more slender and streamlined, the lost mass forming two large, overly large, bulbous growths at the base of his cock. The masses thickened until they looked like two beanbags strapped to the oversized member and made the sheath behind them stretch even more. The wolf could do little but to compare his tool to the dragon’s and saw little to no difference, other than the size, the immensely more alluring musk, the sheen of sweat coating it and the veins thicker than his arms criss-crossing under the surfaace. Hal craned his neck and licked the taut skin, shivering as a rush of new feelings hit his brain and a flood of pre found its way into his maw. The taste, the smell, the feeling, all were different from before, all resembling in some way the werewolf’s own. He was ready, probably.

“That seemed to have done the trick. Now, onto the main show.” Hal nudged at the two nagas who licked their lips in excitement and slithered to his sides, brushing their bodies on the far more sensitive skin and making him hiss in pleasure. “All you need to change is inside me, try to get it out.” It was an invitation as much as an order and the two remaining creatures knew it.

Silently they moved to him, standing each to a side of the mammoth of flesh and waited for a few long moments, taking in the heat, the smell and the sight of him like it was the world’s best drug while the nagas licked and teased with experienced touches. It hadn’t been long since they joined the dragon but with his lust they learned quite fast how to please him. Georgie was the first of the pair to break the awkward stillness and gave the red flesh just a tiny lick: the taste of the dragon’s sweat and the seed and pre exploded onto his buds and made his need flare up. A single lick and this was the result, surely the real thing would be a hundred times better. And it was: Theo stared in awe as his soon-to-be mate threw himself onto the pillar of cockflesh like his life was on the line, hugging the spire and rubbing his skin on it. Mere seconds passed before he came and the few weak spurts landed on the dragon’s cock. Theo opened his mouth and did the same thing, but the reaction was far stronger for the wolf.

Less than ten seconds later, the only sounds echoing in the cave were the moans of utter bliss from the four lesser beings strapped onto Hal’s cock, all four naked and brushing skin and scale, teasing, prodding and biting all the same. The two nagas coiled and squeezed madly, halting the flow of pre so that either Theo or Georgie would get blasted with a thicker shot whenever they were in front of the tip, drinking from it, rubbing the slick fluid on fur or bare skin. Hal murred and allowed them to play with his tool as they saw fit, he was merely a conduct for the change and the process was pleasurable to levels they couldn’t even imagine. Long minutes went by and load upon load was wasted on the red spire, belong to the four males who never seemed to be able to run out, all but one whose amount was dwindling the more he drank. Georgie’s paunch was more akin to a pregnant woman’s belly than a man’s and the wolf’s fur was damp and stuck to his muscle and bone, seeping under the skin. More time passed and eventually Hal roared and grasped the two at the top of his spire, mashing them together with his paws and plunged them head first into his urethra as the nagas struggled to keep the flow of seed at bay. They failed and the first shot ejected them right out, blasting them with thousands of gallons of seed which made the inch deep pool rise foot after foot with each shot that followed. The two drank from it, bathed in it and gave in to their desires like true animals with no mind to speak of.

Theo grabbed the human’s mouth and plunged his cock in it, humping in a fashion that made him look like a feral wolf, his claws digging into skin that was slowly turning silver. From the bloody gashes fur sprouted and grew along the spine of the man, thickening with each thrust of the wild wolf over him. He barely registered the change, his mouth too full of cock to be able to focus and his only air tainted with the growing smell of wolf and cum. Theo himself wasn’t privy of the changes, the grey fur deepening and turning a midnight black while his limbs filled with muscle and bones, popping and shifting once again. His knot swelled, thicker than before and bumped into a set of teeth that was growing sharper and more dangerous but that merely tickled the flushed skin of the wolf. A black nose on top of a silver visage, a sharpening one, tickled the black fur with every breath the man made, taking in scents he never believed to possibly even exist, discerning the other four males in the cave with insane precision and the bottomless rut of one in particular. The newfound lust of the mutating human accelerated his changes: silver fur covered every inch of Georgie’s body, with the last bit being his fingertips and crotch, where the next changes were taking place. One last shot and the man’s member shrivelled to a mere nub and his sack was pulled into his body, digging its way into the depths of a very feminine cleft, testes becoming ovaries and humming once they reached their new place. A shiver ran through Georgie’s body and she was hit with the very first orgasm just as Theo reached his.

Her lupine maw was distended by a swollen knot and her stomach by gallons of wolf seed while two large fuzzy orbs smacked onto her chin. The new wolfess’ fur was stained by dragon spunk, but white on white was rather hard to see, though the heat was the same for her. A new need arose from the core of her being and demanded to be sated immediately. The male on top of her felt that in the air and in her body, licking at the drops of lust of her passage and popped out of her abused maw for the first time, allowing her to breathe properly. Theo immediately jumped to her back and speared her virgin cleft a moment later, stealing that precious first breath she had just made. He was still hard, he was still full of seed and he planned on making a child, no, as many as her body could fit in that womb of hers within the day. Georgie responded to his need and howled.

“Sounds like you do like cock, huh?” Theo’s voice was raspier than normal, even for a werewolf, reaching to his soul for power. “Maybe you wanted to be my mate just because you saw my cock? Maybe you just wanted to get pregnant with my pups… maybe you’re just a slut.”

“Shut up and breed me, you idiot.” Her voice was softer, gentler, but carried just as much weight as his if not more. After all, a male can be as virile as he wants, but without a female, he’s worthless, though, looking at the dragon, there can be some exception to the rule.

“You know, I think Georgie fits you better now that you’re a girl.” She was about to retort but he had a point. As he had just said that, the two rutting wolves were hit by a new flood of fresh seed, thicker than before and even more dense in essence and magic.

“I like what I see, but I think you can still improve.” The dragon wasn’t asking for a permission, it was a statement. Another volley of spunk hit them and clung to their fur like tar. Two werewolves turned into little more than humping, moving blobs of thick cum in seconds, fat drops falling into the small lake of seed beneath their paws.

Following his words, they began to change together, same speed, same nature of change, still rutting madly, fuelled by the command. Their arms twisted and snapped, thickening even more, their fingers became short and stubby, with the claws sticking out like sharp knives, their muzzles lengthened a few inches more, adapting to the new size they were growing towards. Bones cracked and settled in place, four limbs to stand on to run better instead of two, the increased length of those limbs making up for the lack of height. As the new rush of seed flowed into the waiting depths of the feral wolfess’ womb and took hold, six new nubs popped beneath the fur and grew out to become new breasts to match the ones she had gotten before. The eight tits felt heavy despite the lack of milk inside, but that was something he’d fix soon enough. Strapped on her back finally, truly mating her in the fashion and style of his feral counterpart, Theo howled and made his presence known to the world.

Towering at twelve feet of height, with hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of pure muscle and strength, with claws and fangs that were longer than some swords, one donned in black fur and one in silver fur, and testing a new form that even the ancestors of their race would have dreamed of… the werewolves were reborn.