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"Honey? Honey? Honey!"

A gentle force on my shoulder awakened me. I responded with slurred words and a fight to keep my eyes open.

"Ellis, honey, wake up."

I won the battle and was rewarded with the return of my senses. My head was laying on a scaly pillow and I was sitting in a comfortable bus seat. The smell of vegetation and the sight of so many trees told me we were away from the city.

The force shoved me again.

"Ellis, we're almost here!"

I finally retracted my face from the muscular dragon's shoulder and then regained the ability to speak. "Fynn? What's going on?"

The orange-scaled dragon answered with a snicker. "Man, you really were out cold. Anyway, we're getting close to our stop, we should get ready."

The memories came back to me as I awoke. We were on a bus, in a foreign country, and on our way to a dragon reserve in these forested mountains. The reason we were there was...

"Hey!" Fynn called and nudged me. "No spacing out!"

"Right! Sorry."

"Aw, I was just messing with you, honey." With a hand he grabbed my head and placed a quick peck on the side of my forehead. "But seriously, we need to be ready."

I watched his muscular frame rise from his seat and check the overhead compartment for our luggage. I was left to check my pockets and the backpack I had on me. After I made sure all seemed in order, Fynn passed me his bag, putting it on my lap; as he sat, I went through it as well.

"Yup," I said, "it's all good." I gave the large bag back to him.

After grabbing it, he put it on his lap. "Good, good." A moment of tangible silence took place--and I knew exactly what he would say next. "Look, you can stop this at any--"

I lay a single finger against the front of his muzzle. "You know my answer, Fynn. Stop asking."

"Sorry..."

Another blanket of awkward silence fell on us, but only until the bus stop came; when it did, we were quick to get off.

We get off in a small town a handful of kilometers away from our destination. I barely noticed the vehicle drive off as I was enraptured by the verdant beauty that surrounded the village.

As it was still morning, we spent an hour at the small town getting supplies and wandering around.

I had never seen that many dragons before. I was probably the first human some of those younger dragons had seen! Fynn seemed to mingle well with the locals. Meanwhile I--despite two months of my best effort--still couldn't speak a lick of their language.

After a hearty lunch, we were on our way to the draconian community within those green mountains...

More than just green, the path was well kept. Thanks to a diversity of maps and signs, getting lost was impossible. Though there was enough space for it, no cars were allowed to travel on that trail. And bikes were only allowed on special occasions. So, of course, we had to walk all the way there.

Not a wholly unpleasant experience by far, though. The land spread from beneath my feet to the hill-decorated horizon. At points, we passed by overlook spots, which meant we had to stop by and appreciate the view. Fynn's hobby made sure we would have plenty of photos to remember of those places and moments.

The time we took walking also made me think about my situation. Every time he asked me if I wanted to back out, I was adamant in my answer. Inside myself however, a storm brewed.

The reason why we had traveled so far to visit this remote dragon reserve in the middle of the mountains wasn't tourism or curiosity. We were there so I could change myself into a dragon.

Our relationship had grown to the point where we were sure we wanted to be together forever. But, there was a problem: dragons typically live around three hundred years or so, while we humans barely reach a hundred. I had given up hope; Fynn hadn't.

He had learned of an ancient ritual that could turn anyone into a dragon. A powerful ceremony that could only be performed by a single sage from the country all dragons stem from.

Such power wasn't available to anyone, however. What remained of magic had to be kept under utmost secrecy so it wouldn't be exploited. Fynn fought hard for months to get me there, and I appreciated every second he spent on it.

When he presented the option to me, I spent no time hesitating. The ordeal was a sacrifice I was plenty ready to make.

And yet, the moment I began walking that trail, a thought came to me. Suddenly it was no longer a dream or a promise; the reality of it all held me back.

What if it didn't work? Would I die? Would I become some misshapen monster? Many questions flooded my mind.

It got to the point that I, without realizing, stopped walking.

Fynn noticed.

"Ellis," he approached with a tap on my shoulder, "you okay?"

That brought me back to reality. "Uh? Yeah, I'm fine."

"You were... thinking about it weren't you?"

"Yeah..."

He put his hand behind his head and scratched it. "Look, I know you want me to stop asking, but I can't help but be worried about you."

I had no reply. The sentiment was welcome, but I did not need more sources of doubt at the moment. I needed resolution.

"Fynn, what will happen if it doesn't work?"

"I told you... I don't know." The dragon drew closer to me as he spoke. "But whatever happens, I'll be right there with you, no matter what." He pulled me into a hug. "Honey, are you sure you wanna go through with this?"

My eyes met his; those beautiful pools stared back at me. My body drew even closer to his; that warm embrace protected me. My nose picked up his scent: the distinct perfume of wild flowers. He was perfect right then.

Ah, I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. I had the option to make even more moments like that, to live even more of my life with him. It might have been selfish, but I needed more.

That was when fear dissipated. Suddenly it wasn't about the moment I would change myself, but about the moments that would follow. My sacrifice was about to bring our relationship to new heights.

I looked up to him and smiled. "I can't wait to spend eternity with you."

Then, I locked my lips with his. Once he reciprocated, our tongues danced in the space between our mouths and within them. I needed his warmth and he was happy to provide. After the dance ended, we spent many seconds just looking into each other's eyes--two lovely fools.

The rest of the trek was spent in comfortable silence and with held hands.

It didn't take too long after that for us to arrive at the commune. I didn't know what to expect, but it sure left me surprised.

The path ended in a small round area circled by simple houses of equal size, not unlike a cul-de-sac. All members of the community were dragons, of course, but none seemed bothered by my appearance--except for the children, whose astonished looks I still remember vividly.

Slowly we made a beeline to a house decorated with painted symbols, feathers, and what looked like idols.

"That's the Sage's house," Fynn whispered.

The Sage, the person who was going to make changes to my body. That fear crept up on me again. The notion that it was all more real in person frightened me enough to distract me from my surroundings.

But that time, I clasped my dragon's hand. It wasn't only fear that got more real in person, all my feelings did. That warm touch was the perfect reminder of why I was about to do that. Slowly the cloud of fear dissipated and determination took hold of me.

After stepping through a cloth-covered entrance, I saw them: the Sage.

The brown-scaled dragon wore traditional draconic clothing: a long shawl with intricate designs, a feathered headdress that wrapped around their horns and simple pants. The elder had also placed incense around them, making the whole cabin smell noticeably different from the scent of the wild outside.

We took seats on pillows resting on the ground; Fynn and the elder started talking. Again, I was excluded from the conversation due to my lack of skill with the language. That was until both reptiles looked at me.

"Human," said the Sage in my language, "speak the truth. Why do you want to be one of us?"

What a surprise. Never in my life would I have guessed someone in this remote village could speak my tongue. Well, if there was somebody who could, it made sense it would be the Sage. They caught me so off-guard, I didn't realize I stuttered instead of responding.

"Speak clearly," said the Sage in a serious tone.

Their deep, commanding voice brought me back to reality. "Y-Yes!"

The reason for me to become a dragon? What an easy question. To be with Fynn for longer of course. Alas, instead of simply answering, anxiety snuck up on me.

My wish... this answer was proof of my selfishness. How could I turn to a genuine dragon and ask to become one of them without sounding so self-centered?

Dragons have their own culture and there I was, wanting to join just for the heck of it. I hadn't given enough consideration, I realized, to what it truly meant to become a dragon.

They asked for the truth. And I gave it to them.

"I want to be together with my beloved for as long as he lives, Sage. But, I see now my wish is shallow. I'm yet to learn what being a dragon truly means..."

Deathly silence befell the cabin. My dragon looked as dejected as I was with that response. That was when I was ready to be refused, forced to be another short human life in Fynn's longevity.

The Sage snickered. "You understand, then." They rose and approached us with a serious expression. "Very well. We will teach you, human."

"Pardon?" Said Fynn.

The elder dragon put a hand on my shoulder, and raised my face with the other. "Spend a month with us. Learn our ways. Become one of us."

I couldn't control the smile on my face. It took no second for me to accept the offer, Fynn was as supportive as he had always been too.

So we left the cabin, ready for the prospect of living among those dragons for the month.

Twenty eight days passed by quickly enough. In that interim, I learned more about traditional dragon culture than I ever had in my life.

Those reptiles have an unsurprisingly green mentality, especially towards volcanoes and geothermal soil. I climbed a dormant volcano and participated in fertility rites while in their land.

Dragons are also really focused on propagation of their species. In my time there, I witnessed a couple of public "reproduction sessions" featuring males and females wishing to bear a healthy hatch. The Sage blessed their union and watched over the whole process with ritualistic chants while the rest of the tribe sang.

I finally picked up their language as well--I had to if I wanted to be a productive member of the community. The variation spoken in that tribe was different from how it's said in the rest of the country, but I knew I could communicate generally without difficulties.

My experiences in the draconic commune became something I would never forget. Especially not after a certain morning.

That day started as most had, I woke up early and helped with the day's chores. Being the end of their harvest season, there was a lot to be done. But, while I carried some heavy props, a young dragon informed me that the Sage had called me and Fynn to their housing. I heeded the call.

By the time I arrived, my dragon was already there, seated in one of the pillows in front of the Sage. I joined him by kneeling on the other available seat.

The brown-scaled reptile looked at us both and spoke in their own language. "You are ready."

A smile formed on my face. "Really?"

"Yes," replied the elder. "In your time here you have shown respect for our culture and learned what makes a dragon."

"Then you mean--" said Fynn before he was cut off.

"Indeed. We will make the ritual tonight."

I looked at my partner with an excited grin, he in turn wrapped his meaty arms around me in a warm hug.

We had done it. We had made it. After months of living with uncertainty, after years of doubt, I was finally going to get my dragonhood and live with Fynn forever.

"Alas," the Sage stopped our little celebration, "there's one condition."

My dragon and I looked at the elder with confused faces and a gulp. I'll never forget the words that followed...

After the remainder of that day, night slowly crept up on me. It was time.

The Sage led only Fynn and I to a stone altar I hadn't seen before. A large stone table--which I would later find out to be a bed--stood between a set of stone arches. All of it, even the ground, was decorated with painted draconic runes.

Our amazement at the structure was stopped by the Sage's words.

"Disrobe, Ellis. And lay on that," he pointed at the structure at the center of the altar.

A little flustered, I obeyed their words. Soon, my naked back shivered at the touch of the cold surface of the stone bed; the evening's chilly wind didn't help.

After that, both dragons exchanged words I couldn't follow and moved to the sides of the altar. Fynn looked at me with a worrisome look while the Sage performed a silent prayer with their eyes closed.

"How are you feeling?" Fynn whispered.

"All good," I replied likewise before blowing him a silent kiss. He smiled back.

I looked up, waiting for the ritual to start. Unimpeded by the light of civilization, the sky was a beautiful sea of stars. Engrossing enough for me to lose myself in the sight, waiting for my life to change forever.

Finally the Sage opened their eyes. "We may begin."

They searched deep within their shawl and brought forth a small bottle of a transparent liquid.

"Drink," they said.

I obeyed, not that I had much of a choice given that they put the vessel in my mouth and started slowly pouring. The hot, bitter flavor swam down my throat and into my stomach with a ferocity that I could notice.

The Sage then started to pray aloud, as I again watched the night sky. After a few minutes, it began.

It started as a funny feeling inside my belly, but soon spread out to my limbs, to the edge of every finger and toe. Shortly the feeling turned into sharp pain. I screamed in response. Every fiber of my being was on fire. I couldn't help but gasp.

"Is he alright!" Asked Fynn.

The Sage didn't respond, kept praying.

When the pain slowly gave way to that funny feeling again, I got a violent headache; that was when the changes began.

I could feel my bones expanding, growing stronger. My jaw and nose grew forwards into a muzzle, my nails and toenails hardened into sharp dark claws, and just above my butt--a tail formed.

After that, a sudden itchiness crawled all over my skin as it changed from human squishiness to sturdy green scales. My hair also grew thicker and dark green. From my extremities to my core, my whole body transformed into a dragons'.

And finally, my privates changed. My ballsack collapsed into my body, giving birth to a slit from where my new, smooth, pink penis sprouted. And then the last great change came.

The condition the Sage gave to perform this ritual was that me and Fynn would propagate the species. So either me or Fynn would have to "grow" a receptive reproductive system. I didn't volunteer quickly; initially, my anxiety got to me, but eventually I concluded that I wanted to. For some reason, the image of carrying his children just felt right, like where I belonged.

And so it came. just under my erection but before my asshole, a new hole flowered into existence. I felt my insides burn as it developed inside me, but no actual pain came. Instead the experience was arousing, making my manhood tremble with anticipation.

Then it was time for the end of the ritual: the breeding. Fynn took his place between my legs and put his erection between my thighs. I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Oh god! Fuck me, Fynn!" I screamed. The presence of the Sage didn't hold me back at all.

He complied without hesitation, pushing his cock inside my new entrance. I could tell my every fold welcomed him with excitement. I had taken him inside me before, but that time was just magical.

It didn't end when he was all in, of course. He began powerful pelvic thrusts, a speed I had never seen him do before. Something inside us clicked: an urgence to fuck, to mate.

With each thrust, I moaned and he gasped. He grabbed me by the waist and forced me back and forth in tandem with his pounding. The power had me seeing stars.

It didn't take long at all for us to be close to the edge. I yelled his name and him mine. And then it happened.

We came at the same time. I could feel both of my sexes acting in unison. my vagina wrapped around my lover's prick tightly while my dick shot hot cum into the air. I felt him fill me with his potent seed; it entered the deepest parts of me.

When he was done, he collapsed on me. If I still were my human self, his weight would have crushed me, but as a dragon I could handle him.

While we gasped on each other, the Sage finally stopped his prayer. They put their hand on my scaly forehead then smiled.

"Congratulations, Ellis," they said. "You're one of us."

The whole ordeal had tired me way too much for me to respond. Fynn later told me they had to carry me back to the village.

There was an awkwardness to the last few days of our stay. Getting used to a dragon body turned out to be a challenge in itself. Eventually I mastered everything from walking on digitigrade legs to controlling my tail.

As great as it had been, my time in the commune came to a close, but on a happy note. We thanked the whole community and before I knew it, we were back at the bus heading to the airport.

A bit of anxiety about the future beckoned me to a dark place, but when I laid my head back in that scaly pillow, I let my fears go and excitement to grow.

My new life was about to start.