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[center][b]A Druid’s Path

By: Finathon

For: VeronicaFoxx & Revakulgr [/b][/center]

The Forest of Spoken Stars was one shrouded in legend and mystery. It was at the center of many of the tales mothers would whisper to their children before sleep - an array of cautionary fables and long-forgotten truths. There was magic in the trees, an ancient woodland forged by something far greater and more powerful than anything in living memory. Most would pretend to forget that it existed, instead claiming that it was nothing more than folklore and legend, that the woodland was placed on maps only to reinforce the old stories. It was accepted as the truth; despite the fact they all knew that was far from it.

It was one of the vastest woodlands in the realm, spanning right across the northern mountain ranges and lining the Vilante River as it made its way from one end of the country to the other. From the top of the highest mountain peak, the trees stretched beyond the horizon and never seemed to end. It had been allowed to grow, wild and uncontrolled, and those who had attempted to cull the forest or hinder its expansion had met untimely ends. The village elders claimed it was alive, that it felt and breathed just as any of them did, and that to offend the forest or try to cause it harm would be met with violence.

There were those who would venture through the tangled mess of trunks and branches, whose footsteps forged light paths that only the trained eye could ever hope to spot. They were the druids and magic users, the peacekeepers who sought to mend the broken bond between nature and the other races. The forest had granted them access and allowed them safe passage whenever they needed it under the promise that they would respect their surroundings. No fires were to be lit, even in the glades and meadows, and there was to be no hunting, and no blade was ever to touch the bark of the trees.

They had to be mindful of their step, careful to avoid crushing ants or other insects that might decide to cross their path, and the flowers on the forest floor were sacred. Nothing could ever be taken from the forest - everything that stood there was to remain and to attempt to leave with something that did not belong outside was a death sentence. Legend had it that the roots from the trees would rise from the ground and drag you down, swallowing you whole and making you one with the woodland. It was frightening enough as a concept that no one dared to try and take anything, no matter how tempting it appeared.

Plants and herbs that did not exist outside of the forest were the items most druids and healers sought to try and steal. No one had figured out a way yet, as even making potions and poultices with them was classed as attempting to bring them outside. There were so many secrets within the woods that only those who were invited in would ever know, and knowledge that could never be shared with the rest of the world. At the same time, the forest was known to be a source of great power, a place where those who desired to become stronger and more magically inclined were able to go and have their wish granted.

The location of this power was not especially clear. There were those who claimed you had to bathe in the river waters or a lake on the furthest side of the woods. Some stated that it could only be claimed after eating a special mushroom that was found in fae rings on the eastern side, and fewer still whispered that only the Great Guardian was able to grant such a gift. Regardless of the method, there was one aspect that remained consistent across all stories - the forest had to deem you worthy of receiving such power. There had been chaos in the past when those with ill intentions had taken the forest’s gifts and used them for destruction.

Since then, the rules had been made very clear, and those who were denied their power were not only escorted from the forest but forbidden from returning. It had nothing to do with the concept of being pure of heart, nothing so fairytale cliche; it was about intentions. The trees had the power to see deep into a person’s soul, so far in fact that they were able to determine their future actions with just a glance. It was why so few ever dared ask for power, for there were times when a person was not even aware of their own potential - no matter how good or evil that might be. The trees did not discriminate; chaos on both ends of the spectrum was only trouble.

But there was an apprentice druid who believed herself worthy of such a gift, and she had been granted access to the forest many moons ago when she first started to learn the ways of nature. She had been visiting the forest several times a week, taking the time to learn the names of the trees and the creatures within it. Despite how much she was there, she had explored such a small section of the woodland that she wondered if she would ever get to see it in its entirety. Even the archdruids, who were hundreds of years old, had only explored a little over half of the woodland, and many of the other areas were considered off-limits.

Veronica had often found this to be a frustrating fact and knowing that she might never uncover all the secrets of the woodland was an upsetting thought. When she was among the trees, she never felt more at home, and there was a part of her that wished she could stay forever. She knew that the forest forbade it, that those who tried to make it their home would have their wish granted in every way they did not want. She had known many apprentices who had fallen to that fate, each of them convinced they would be the one exception to the rule. She never knew what happened to them, only the whispers of what might have been.

The stories spoke of a dragon who lurked deep in the trees, a guardian of the woods who protected it from harm. Some of the rumors claimed that he would make those who wished to stay into his slaves and keep them forced to serve his every whim until their dying breath. They said he was like a ghost, an apparition who seemed to move through the trees without ever brushing against the trunks despite his size. There were those who believed him to be the very soul of the forest, the heart that kept it alive and ensured it remained safe. Some even claimed that to slay the dragon would give one ownership of the trees.

Of course, no one had ever dared try to test that theory. For regardless of how feared the forest was, it was also deeply respected. There were none who actively wished it harm, and there was an underlying fear that if anything happened to the woodland, it would be the end of the world as they knew it. However, there were many who had sought the wisdom of the dragon, if not to be blessed with a gift, then for his profound knowledge of the universe. The storytellers in the tavern claimed he was as old as the stars and could remember every aspect of history from the moment the world was made. No matter your question, he had an answer for it.

All Veronica hoped for was a way to increase her power. She had been studying hard under her teacher, and her proficiency with spells and potions had increased, but she wasn’t where she wanted to be yet. She felt as though she had plateaued in recent months like she was no longer making progress, and she knew she was starting to fall behind her classmates. She didn’t want to lose her chance of becoming a full-fledged druid. She had the knowledge, and she knew the magical skill was somewhere inside her; she just needed a little help getting it out. Perhaps her reasons were selfish, but she no longer cared about that.

The forest had slowly stopped becoming familiar, and the trees here had names she had never heard before. The atmosphere felt close and dark, not like the warm and welcoming invitation of the trees she had come to know so well. The woodland guides had told her this was the way to go, that this was the path that led to the dragon, but the chills running down her spine told her that she needed to be careful here. Her shoulders were hunched forward as she walked, her stance nervous and hypervigilant as she picked her way along the unfamiliar path. There was some relief in seeing that a trail of some kind existed here; at least she wasn’t alone.

Knowing that other druids and peacekeepers had come this way and been allowed to travel here meant that she was unlikely to face any trouble, and some of the dirt appeared to have been trodden in recently, which sent a wave of relief through her. Of course, there was always the potential that these travelers had met an untimely end and that she was next to join them. Veronica tried not to dwell on the concept too much, forcing her mind to focus on the positives and the fact that she would likely be alright. She stumbled over a series of roots that were raised from the ground and mumbled a rushed apology to the tree beside her.

It was so easy to offend the forest, and some of the trees in the woodland were more spiteful than others. While upsetting a single tree was not grounds for banishment most of the time, they still had ways to make your time in the woodland less enjoyable. She could only hope she had tripped on one of the more forgiving trees, and she took a moment to calm her breath before she continued. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her, and she knew she’d never make it to the rank of archdruid if she was afraid of a forest. Still, being cautious was always important - no matter how safe your surroundings were supposed to be.

She knew she was being watched as she continued on, eyes tracing her every step from the seclusion of high branches, and she could feel them boring into her back and looking into her soul. They were assessing her, determining how welcome she was, and the tension in the air was partially fueled by that. Veronica stayed her breath, her bushy tail flicking nervously under her cloak as she continued. The German shepherd raised her nose slightly, trying to see if she could catch the scent of the dragon on the breeze. It was strange how the forest smelt of nothing like it never existed in the first place.

Veronica sighed as she made it through the worst part and ended up in a clearing. The glade was cool, sheltered by some of the older trees whose branches had spread high and wide. Her legs were tired from the walk, and she could feel an ache in her body. She wondered how many nights in the forest counted as trying to stay, and as she looked up at the sky, she caught the faint glimmers of sunlight as it slowly made its way toward sunset. She was glad she’d brought her thickest cloak, for the night would be cold, and no fires were permitted here. She shivered slightly, a chill rushing in from under her, and she knew she had to press on.

She continued through endless waves of trees, the trunks in this part of the forest closer together and almost suffocating as she tried to stick to the path. It was becoming fainter and fainter as the day fell away and gave to night, the moonlight so dim she was losing track of where she was. She stumbled and struggled through the night, looking up in false hope that she might be able to see the stars and they could guide her. Veronica was close to giving up, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take as her legs began to shake violently, and her muscles pulled harder with each step she took.

Unable to keep going, she tripped and fell one final time, tumbling from the forest and into another clearing. She rested on her hands and knees, panting as her arms shook and threatened to fail her at any moment. She looked up, expecting to see nothing but inky darkness before her, and she held back a gasp when she was met by the glowing eyes of a dragon. He was, in a word, massive, measuring at least 20 feet long and 10 feet tall - his form looming over her curiously as she tried to get back onto her feet. His wings were tucked comfortably behind him, but she could already tell that his wingspan was likely to be impressive.

His black scales shimmered in the moonlight, and she caught sight of his plump purple belly as the leaves shifted in the wind and allowed the light to hit him more fully. He cocked his head curiously as Vernonica stood back up and brushed off her robes, and she wondered if this was the dragon the legends had spoken of. He all but consumed the clearing with his form, the grass flattening beneath him as he lay down to rest. She blinked a few times, trying to process if this was real or some hallucination brought on by sheer exhaustion. She wanted to speak, to introduce herself to the dragon, but no words came out.

“Yes, this is real.” The dragon purred, and she stepped back. “Fear not, child, I am not reading your mind. I just know what visitors think when they find me.”

“Who are you?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“I think you already know that.” The dragon glanced idly at his claws. “But they call me Revakulgr, and I am the guardian of the forest. Some call me the heart and soul.” He grinned widely. “I take it you’ve heard of me?”

“I-I have.”

“The forest allowed you to find me, which means it deems you potentially worthy of what I have to offer. What is it you seek, little Druid?”

“Power.”

“Straight to the point.” Revakulgr chuckled. “You have spirit, pup, and I like that.” He stretched lazily. “I can give you power, but it comes at a cost.”

“How much?” She fumbled for her coin purse, and the dragon laughed loudly.

“Your metal is useless here. My price is more… personal.”

“Oh?”

“Lie with me.” The dragon purred softly.

Veronica considered it for a moment. As the moonlight continued to break through the trees, she regarded his size once more. She was nothing more than a palmful of flesh to him, an ant among the dirt, and yet the concept of bedding him filled her with a fiery allure she never knew was there. She nodded, nervous, and the dragon grinned in response - rows of fangs shimmering in the light. There was a danger to her actions, but it was one that filled her with a sense of excitement more than fear. She lay on the ground and prepared herself, stripping down until she was completely nude before him - her fur bristling in the chill of the night.

She watched as he licked his lips, his excitement evident as his engorged cock began to swell and stiffen. His hefty balls almost dragged alongside it, and her eyes widened as his large sheath gave way to the pulsating head of his cock. Veronica parted her legs willingly, ready to take the dragon, and she could feel how wet she was already. He wasted no time, and she moaned loudly when she felt him enter her, his impressive girth widening her entrance and causing her to throw her head back in delight. She cried out again as he began to push in and out, keeping his pace steady as he built up momentum and got used to the way she felt.

Veronica could tell he was enjoying it as much as she was, and as he picked up the tempo and began to move faster and harder, she felt something move through her. It was as though her power was increasing; the massive dragon looming over her was offering some of his magic as they lay together. She bit her lip, a tingling sensation running through her body that only heightened the orgasmic feeling she was experiencing. Her claws dug into the ground as he fucked her harder, her entire body jolting with every thrust, and her eyes rolling back in her head as she tried to fight the overload that threatened to overtake her.

The tingling increased, the feeling becoming more intense as they continued, and while Veronica felt more powerful, there was something inside her warning her of what was to come. Part of the process felt wrong, different, and she could see her body starting to shift and fade under the bulk of the much larger dragon. The German shepherd hissed, a white heat flooding her body that should have hurt but felt oddly pleasurable instead. Her claws began to alter and elongate, her arms close behind as the fur changed, and they became scrawnier than before. Even her snout was shifting, stretching out and becoming slimmer than it was before.

Her entire body was transforming, and where she was once a German shepherd, she was now a kobold - skinny and a little scrawny but exceptionally durable. This seemed to excite Revakulgr even more, and he began to go even harder, the head of his cock breaching her cervix in such a way that she cried out to the night in ecstasy. He came hard inside her, his seed filling her caverns to capacity, and she could almost feel herself swelling as he continued to empty his balls. He pumped more and more, every load larger than the last, and she could feel it spilling out past his cock and pooling under her ass.

Veronica’s own explosive orgasm followed close behind, her new body twitching and spasming as she cried out and moaned from the satisfaction of release. Her hips bucked, and her back arched, desperate for his touch as he continued to fuck her so that she could ride out her climax. She bit her lip as she finished, and when Revakulgr pulled out, his seed and her juices spilt out and coated his claws and underbelly, the intensity too much for either of their bodies to bear. She lay there for a long moment, her chest heaving with heavy breaths as she panted and tried to regain her composure.

She lifted her arms above her head, admiring her new form and enjoying what being a kobold felt like. There was a new power within her, and while her transformation magic had clearly been corrupted, there was so much more for her to explore now. The kobold looked up at the dragon, his smile piercing her soul as the results of their fun dripped from his stomach. Veronica cocked her head, and somehow she felt like this wasn’t completely over. Her fingers numbed slightly, pins and needles rippling through them for a brief moment, and as she caught a moonbeam on her skin, she could swear she saw the magic beneath them.

“Do you feel it?” Revakulgr asked, his voice low and soft.

“I do.” She looked up at him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. Our bond is forged, and now you must remain here and worship me… at least for a while.”

“I-” There was part of her that planned to protest, but it was instantly washed away by a strange willingness to obey his every command. If she was being honest, she was drawn to the dragon to begin with and obeying him didn’t feel very difficult. “Yes, master.”

“Good girl. Now, give me a bath.”

Veronica immediately obliged, getting up and slinking toward his talons before slowly giving him a tongue bath. He growled quietly, enjoying the experience, and she found herself tempted to start humping his claws. She did so as she cleaned him, and the dragon appeared to enjoy the show immensely from the way his cock and balls began to swell slightly. She kept going, her long tongue trailing his claws from bottom to top, lapping up every drop of cum that was splattered across them. Her hips thrust hard as she worked, her tongue starting to ache from the sheer surface area of each claw, but she was determined to continue.

With his claws done, her hips still gyrating against the final one, she felt Revakulgr flop onto his side so that she could clean his belly. It was plump and soft, and every run of her tongue sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. It took hours to clean him, but she didn’t care; just having the opportunity to wash her master was everything to her. There would be time to test out her new powers later, but right now, she wanted to spend her time with Revakulgr in the clearing in the woods. Even as the sun began to rise and the moon fell away, she lay beside him, completely exhausted but also entirely satisfied.