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" Mere Mortals Dare Not Read This Screen-Text For They Fear To Meddle In The Affairs of Dragons. Their Puny Eyes Would Surely Melt In Their Sockets At The Spectacle Of Perfectly Normal Healthy Draconic Relationships. If You Read Further You Will Incur The Righteous Indignation Of Creatures Whose Scope You Could Not Possibly Comprehend."

"Honey, what are you doing?"

" I Am Reading The Human Disclaimer For The Benefit Of Lesser Creatures."

"Did you mention the sex?"

" Yes, Of Course!"

"Really?"

" . . . No. There Is Sex. Sex That Mortal Minds Cannot Possibly Bear!"

"There you go. Great job, dear."

(This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

The Surrogate

Eric could feel the cold chill of the limestone cave through his thin socks as he strode forwards through the tunnel's imposing geological gloom. He regretted taking off his shoes at the mouth of the cavern, but there had been a little shelf for them so it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. The streaked, glowing veins of luminescent ore gave off just enough light to see by, so he trailed one hand against the smooth wall behind him, walking down the stone tube that was at least as wide as an aircraft hangar.

He was almost afraid that this wasn't the right place, but there were definite signs of habitation. In addition to the imposing rock that kind of looked like a skull above the entrance, there had been a framed needlepoint as large as a sheet adorned with pastel flowers that read "Come Right In" in curly script.

As he turned the corner, the darkness seemed to congeal, red and black streaking in his vision before a gout of blazing orange came rushing at him. He fell to the floor while a stinging hot stream of fire exploded against the cave above him as a deep voice growled out with enough force to shake the cavern itself.

" Which Puny Mortal Dares To Enter The Lair Of The Grimflames!?" The huge dragon boomed, thick neck raised towards the ceiling as he belched another gout of smoky fire that illuminated his entire body. Eric dared to peek between his fingers at the massive creature. The nightmarish reptilian beast looked as if he was chiseled from jagged black and grey stone with crimson obsidian undertones. Although his two-story form was somewhat squat and compact, his red streaked wings unfurling made it seem like he blocked off the entire inside of the massive cave while his spiked tail thrashed behind him.

"Honey, who is it?" A musical feminine voice filtered out from the back of the cave, calm and clear as crystal despite the rampaging beast looming over Eric.

" An Interloper Has Desecrated The Sanctity Of Our Lair!" Grimflame turned his flexible neck around and bellowed out, his voice sounding like a Cadillac grinding against a chalkboard. " I Will Destroy Them!"

Eric considered running; however, lying on the floor and not moving had worked so far . . . At the very least he hadn't been incinerated yet.

"Are they here about the ad, or is it the Mormons again?" The crystalline voice bubbled out from deeper back in the cave.

The massive red and black dragon blinked a few times before turning back to Eric and roaring directly at him. " Why Have You Despoiled Our Lair, You Worm!?" Opaque smoke streamed from his flaring lizard-like nostrils.

Not looking up from the floor, Eric held up the classified section from the paper, a circle in pink highlighter plainly evident even amidst the gloom. "Job . . ." He wheezed out, bowels still clenched in terror. Although the situation seemed dire, it still wasn't the worst job interview he'd had. At least he hadn't said that his greatest weakness as a person was not having a job yet.

The great and mighty Grimflame turned his head towards the back of the cave again. " He Bears The Lindford Gazette, Containing The Advertisement That You Forced The Pathetic Mortals To Produce!"

"Dear, you know it's only thirty dollars to place an ad in the classifieds . . ." A white and blue dragon's head peeked in from under Grimflame's spread wings. "Oh you poor thing." She clicked her tongue as she walked out in front of Grimflame.

Her wingless body was smooth and winding, white scales almost glassy. Tufts of electric blue fur ran down her sinuous spine, also adorning her knees and elbows as well as the tip of her long tail, which undulated in an unseen breeze behind her.

"What have I told you about terrifying our guests?" She turned to face Grimflame, odd long whisker-like appendages on either side of her mouth flicking around with resigned annoyance.

" That I Should Not Terrify Them . . ." Grimflame looked down at the floor, voice dropping from its usual deafening roar into something like a boulder hitting the bottom of a deep mine shaft before he bellowed out once again. " But He Could Be An Interloper!"

"Dearest . . ." her soothing yet firm voice reverberated in the hall as she turned her somewhat canine face towards Eric's prostrate body, still holding the paper aloft in one clenched fist like it was some form of protective talisman. "Are you an interloper, or did you come here about the position?"

"Job." Was again the only thing that Eric managed to squeak out, looking up at the smaller wingless dragon as she flowed up towards him, body moving like an eel through the ocean, flying despite her lack of wings. Somehow, it made her rather short legs seem both graceful and dainty despite their thick avian talons.

"See?" She looked back reprovingly towards the towering volcanic dragon behind her. "I think you owe this poor man something . . ."

She waited expectantly.

" What Has Happened Is Regrettable." The great mountainous beast hazarded, smoke from his snout thinning out as he looked between the smaller dragon and the man.

"Grimflame . . ." She said his name like someone might when chastising a lovable yet petulant child.

" I . . . Apologize." The huge beast choked out the words and nodded towards Eric, his massive stone-hard claws ticking against the cave floor in agitation.

"Good. Now stop chipping at the floor. You know how hard it is to get the gnomes to come out and fix things after the last time." She sniffed as he mumbled out something that might have been 'Yes, Dear.'

Eric felt that playing dead was no longer going to work, so he shakily pulled himself to his feet. "I'm just h-huh . . ." He paused as he dry-heaved, leaning against the wall. "Here for the job." He managed to squeak out as the sleek white dragon turned and walked up to him like some kind of divine dog snake. Any sane mortal would have fled by this point, but Eric had worked in retail, and knew that there were many things in this world worse than death.

"Now then, let's do this properly." The white dragon strode merrily towards Eric, her light blue eyes beaming. "I'm Mrs. Grimflame." She smiled in an oddly calming way, considering her myriad bared teeth as long as his fingers. "But you can call me Sandy." One of the ten-foot-long tendrils from the front of her snout snaked out, blue fluffy tip waiting congenially an arm's length away from Eric.

"Eric." The man reached out and shook the surprisingly powerful dragon whisker, the silky blue fur oddly chilly in his grip. Grimflame's large glowing red eyes squinted at him as the imposing dragon let out a dismissive snort.

"It's a pleasure." Sandy flopped her back half against the cave floor, curling up and reclining lazily. "So about the job . . ." She looked up at the cave ceiling and sighed, tail swishing about behind her. "Grimflame and I have been trying very hard for a very long time to conceive, but I'm afraid that I'm just not as young as I used to be . . ."

" It Is The Fault Of Grimflame! You Must Not Blame . . ." The huge craggy dragon suddenly stooped down, rubbing his massive muzzle tenderly against the back of his wife's fuzzy neck, his hot breath leaving a cloud of condensation against her colder body.

"Dearest . . ." She cooed, leaning up with her flexible neck, whiskers caressing his chin. "It's okay." She leaned back down towards Eric, one whisker still dragging along the side of Grimflame's cheek.

"Right . . ." Eric swallowed, suddenly feeling very out of place. The ad had said all applicants welcome. But that wasn't the part that had drawn him toward this particular position. "So . . . will this really pay my weight in gold?" He hazarded.

" Presumptuous Whelp . . .!" Growled Grimflame, massive claws tensing against the stone floor. He was about to say more when Sandy's whisker cinched around his muzzle and made the rest of his complaint sound like the rumble of distant disgruntled thunder.

"He's just being direct, dearest." She sighed, rolling her eyes like she was sharing a secret with Eric. "Don't worry, he's really just a big teddy bear. He just isn't good with strangers."

Eric swallowed as Grimflame's beaming red eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers.

"You've got the right idea though, sweetie. Now we've decided to sweeten the deal a bit: your weight, plus the weight of the egg: eighteen karats, in bars." She tossed out the details casually, tail flickering about behind her as she looked over his body as if sizing up a prize animal at the fair. It was terrifying, sure, but also oddly flattering in a strange way.

She unwrapped her husband's snout as she spoke. Although he didn't say anything, his spiked tail clacked against the stone walls as she mentioned the payment, almost as if talking about spending money from their hoard somehow physically hurt him.

Eric had done the math on the internet earlier. He was seventy kilograms on a good day. Just that much, even at only eighteen karats, could set him up for life. He had no idea how much a dragon egg would weigh though . . .

"Good. I mean, that's great. Look I don't know much about dragons or anything, but how long does this sort of thing normally take?" His mind was still trying to comprehend the numbers behind the bargain as he spoke.

"Oh, usually seventeen months. Room and board are included though. There are some very cozy caves that branch off from this one. You can have your pick of the lot." She gestured vaguely behind herself.

All Eric could see was the darkness of the cave and the larger dragon still seething as it looked down at him.

"Any other questions?" Her musical query caused all of the gears in his mind to start turning.

A wise man would have declined politely and then fled. But, thanks to a life of instinct-deadening experience, Eric instead stood there, licking the back of his teeth and thinking. Although he knew words for numbers larger than ten, in actuality, his mind filed them all away under the 'very many' tab. That being said, it had to be worth a million or so, which was very very many. And how bad could it be, really? The dragons didn't seem that horrifying . . . well, she didn't at least.

"Is it safe?" He asked. The question seemed almost unnecessary considering that either one of the two beasts could squash him like an insect or barbeque him at a moment's notice.

"Almost certainly." She grinned. "We'll need to make some adjustments to your body, of course, but once that's done, dragons tend to be very . . . durable." This time it was Grimflame that she winked at, her tail batting up against his craggy flanks in a way that made Eric vaguely uncomfortable.

"And I can change back afterwards?" Eric queried.

"Oh, heavens yes. It's very easy to change into something like a human." Her laugh was like a flurry blowing through a set of windchimes, whiskers undulating with mirth.

"No offense." She added good naturedly, wiping the corner of an eye with an ice-blue tuft.

Eric stood in silence for a second, mind still wildly oscillating between fight or flight, and the idea of more money than he could honestly conceive of.

" You Will Decide!" Grimflame bellowed, filling the temporary silence with his bluster.

"Give him time, dear." Sandy chided. "He needs to think this . . ."

"I'll do it." The words slipped out of his mouth like a frightened frog leaping from a boiling pot of water into a pond made of napalm. He almost couldn't believe that he'd just said it, heart hammering in his chest.

"How wonderful!" Sandy beamed, snaking her head forwards. Her two long whiskers arced out, slowly wrapping around Eric's shoulders. The man was petrified by fear for a second, considering rolling into a fetal position and trying to play dead as she pulled him slightly closer to her feral jaws, his feet lifted slightly off the cave floor. It took him a few seconds to realize this was some kind of draconic equivalent of a hug, and his arms hung awkwardly by his sides while he wasn't exactly sure what to do with them, especially under the piercing gaze of Grimflame.

Eric found his feet as he was set down again, readjusting his blue button-up shirt. "So . . . I'm a little out of my element, here. How exactly does this work?" He asked cautiously

"It's not so complicated, my dear little man." Oddly the term seemed endearing rather than demeaning. "We've got some ointment from the clinic. That should make you a little bit more permeable. Humans are so very unreceptive when it comes to magic." She giggled with the sound of icicles tinkling against frozen ground. "Then we both make sure our essence seeps into you. After that, all we have to do is get to making eggs."

She winked down at the human whose brow furrowed as he tried to follow her explanation, his eyes widening as he caught the wink and then quickly wished he hadn't as Grimflame glowered down at him accusingly.

"Oh." Replied Eric, as if that explained everything.

"Speaking of . . . Honey dearest, could you go get the ointment?" She asked of Grimflame.

" You Are The One Who Put It Away . . ." Grimflame said in his most moderate booming voice. If his eyes were anything other than glowing red pits, he might have rolled them at this point.

"But I'm entertaining our guest, dear."

Grimflame took a deep breath, and then seemed to deflate insofar as a multi-ton dragon could. " Do You Remember Where It Was Left?"

"It's just in the third storage cave, behind the statue of the man with the sword . . ."

" Tarquin III!" Grimflame bellowed, unfurling his wings as Eric flinched. " My Mortal Enemy!"

"That was centuries ago, dear. He probably settled down and had kids who had kids a long time ago. But it's on the bottom of the shelf behind him, so if you'd be a peach . . ."

" Anything For You, My Queen." He nuzzled in at the back of her neck before turning to tromp off into the bowels of the cave. Eric had no idea if the great wyrm was being sarcastic or not. He wasn't even sure the dour mountain of scales could be sarcastic.

"So, would you like anything to drink? Coffee, or ambrosia . . .?" Sandy asked Eric attentively.

"Oh, thanks, but I'm not a fan of coffee." Eric stammered. The only thing that came to mind when she mentioned 'ambrosia' was the terrible fruit and Jello salad that his grandmother always dressed with mayonnaise, and he certainly didn't want to risk getting that. Maybe that was what dragons thought that people liked to eat?

" I See No Ointment!" The cave walls shook as Grimflame shouted back from much deeper in the cave.

Sandy turned her head back and raised her voice "It's still behind the statue, dear!"

" This Statue Harbors Naught But Lies!" There was a loud boom followed by a clattering, as if Grimflame was fighting with the furniture.

Sandy sighed. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll be back in just a second. Make yourself at home." She turned, body undulating as her talons lifted off the ground and she sailed back into the cave.

"Thanks." Eric said, the single word eaten up by the dark expanse of the now mostly empty cave. This wasn't really going the way that he thought it would. Admittedly, he hadn't really thought it through much more than seeing the ad in the paper and then being motivated enough to take the bus over to Freemont Street and then take the two-hour hike to get up here. Thank goodness for maps on phones.

He could hear the dragons shuffling around in the distance as he considered sitting on the floor, but he really didn't want to muss up his one nice pair of khakis. Wondering if they had wifi in their cave, Eric absentmindedly took his phone out of his pocket and opened up the network connections. Surprisingly, three networks came up, all locked: 'CaveNet123,' one that seemed to be written in angular runes that shifted whenever he really tried to look at them, and 'FORTHEHOARD.' This was quite curious, as he hadn't seen any outlets in the cave so far. He tried to imagine Grimflame playing a game online and sniggered: thinking of someone with a low score threatening to destroy his opponents in all caps.

" The Bottom Shelf Was Barren Though!" Eric heard the dragons' voices as they walked back into the cave and he deftly slid his phone back into his pocket. He didn't want to seem like he was taking pictures or anything.

"It was on the next shelf up though, dearest." Sandy chortled. "If it was a snake it would have bit you."

" If It Was A Snake I Would Have Destroyed It!" Grimflame grumbled in the same way a landslide might.

Eric actually had to suppress a giggle of his own. The bigger dragon was shuffling along on three legs, a brown paper grocery bag pinched between two of his claws like he had picked a bit of lint off of a gigantic suit.

The hulking dragon came and set the man-sized bag roughly in front of Eric, before turning to his spouse. " How Do We Proceed?"

"Read the instructions, dearest . . ." Sandy said in her sing-songy voice. Eric inadvertently scooted back as the dragon recalcitrantly sat down on his haunches, reached into the bag, and pulled out a three-gallon bucket with a medical label written in some strange spidery script.

Grimflame picked up the pail and held it in front of a smoldering red eye before reading in a deafening monotone. " All Parties Involved Need Apply Topically To Coat Entire Changee," he read out slowly. " Proceed With Direct Stimulation Until Completely Changed."

"See? That's not so hard," Sandy chided as she turned back towards Eric. "You'll need to take off your clothes though, dear. I'd hate to see such nice fabric get ruined." She ran a whisker around the collar of his shirt as if it were some kind of higher end commodity rather than a two for one special on the bargain rack.

"Oh . . . right." Eric nodded, suddenly feeling conspicuously exposed. His cheeks flushed beet-red as he fumbled with the buttons on his Oxford shirt.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Think of it this way, we've been naked the whole time." She let lose a high peal of laughter like the ringing of silver bells as she watched the obviously nervous human disrobe.

As Eric peeled off his shirt in silence, he felt the need to fill it with something. "Isn't this the least bit weird for you?"

" Yes!" roared Grimflame.

"Well . . ." began Sandy, undulating her body as she thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say that it's usual, per say. But back when I was young . . ."

Grimflame started up into the darkness as if asking an angel to come down and whisk him out of this embarrassing situation.

"I did attend an elven finishing school. And let me tell you, the elves have really pushed the boundaries on what I consider normal." She smiled and looked up as if remembering some cherished time of her life.

Her husband let lose a smoky sigh of relief, glad that she didn't continue onto the embarrassing stories of the things she got up to while in college.

" Let's Get On With It." He changed the subject brusquely, popping the top of the bucket sized jar off with a massive talon.

Eric gulped, feeling the cool air of the cave directly on his skin as he slid off his pants, looking up abashedly at the beaming blue eyes of Sandy before tentatively sliding off his socks and tugging down his boxers, laying his clothes out in a half-folded heap.

"Oh, you humans are so strange, wearing everything on the outside." Sandy leaned her massive dog-like face in with genuine curiosity, close enough that her chilly breath puffed against his crotch.

"Sorry . . ." Eric folded his hands between his legs, only realizing how stupid that sounded after he said it.

"No, no." She shook her head. "It's just different, is all." She didn't pull her head out of his personal space as she continued to inspect him with genuine bemused curiosity.

Grimflame sighed again, dipping a claw into the opaque milky orange cream inside of the tub and then dolloping it directly onto Eric's head like a disgruntled fast food employee begrudgingly putting the final glob of guacamole onto a burrito. It smelled like a combination of mint and cinderblocks and was already making his scalp and then fingers tingle as he reached up and touched the viscous goop.

"Hey!" Eric looked up at the massive dragon, who glared back down at him imperiously. This _was_what he had signed up for though, even though he still hadn't actually signed anything. "Err . . . do I need to sign anything before we start, or something?" He wasn't even sure if he actually had some sort of problem, or if he was just trying to stall for time at this point.

"Oh, for dragons our word is law . . . But you're used to paper aren't you?" Sandy had already dipped her whiskers into the ointment, the fuzzy blue tips slicking down to terra cotta points. She turned her head as if to consider for a moment, looking like an eccentric painter ready to tear into a fresh canvas. "Would a handshake work?"

"Oh . . . Sure?" Eric reached out with his hand and grabbed the sodden end of a whisker, feeling the strange earthy ointment begin to make his skin tingle with heat despite the chill of her fur.

"Good. We just need to make sure you're entirely covered then, right, honey?" She painted a line of the dust colored cream over Eric's collarbone as she looked up towards Grimflame expectantly.

" Yes, Dearest." The huge dragon grumbled, turning his talon sideways above Eric's head and then rubbing down against his scalp like someone petting a cat just slightly too hard.

Eric stood as still as a statue for a few seconds, teeth clenched. A strange heated thrill ran down his spine while Sandy's whisker-tips painted in under his armpits almost teasingly.

"Don't be shy." Sandy scooted the tub closer to Eric. "The directions said we all had to help." She ran a slickened whisker against his cheek.

"R-right." Eric shivered, joints feeling like they were creaking as he bent down and dipped a hand into the still mostly full bucket. He felt the stuff squelch between his fingers as Grimclaw took the opportunity to slick down his bare back with the smooth hard edge of his claw, almost like it was some kind of great menacing paint roller.

"This stuff feels kind of funny." The man squirmed a bit under the claw that hung over him like a gentle yet insistent sword of Damocles. Even though the stuff seemed solidly opaque, the sandstone colored cream became clearer as it rested against his increasingly tender skin for just a moment.

"That just means that it's working." Sandy's icy eyes shone with bemusement as she re-dipped her whiskers and began to slather the substance down across his chest. "So, odd question." She began as her two cool tufts of sodden fluff encircled Eric's nipples. "Do all human guys have these?" She poked in at the two small peaks of darker flesh, which stiffened slightly at the cold, staying that way as the warmth from the ointment made them buzz with sensation.

"Yeah, those are pretty much standard issue." Eric shivered. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but he definitely felt out of place. The herbal aroma seeped into his lungs with every mentholated breath, making his ribs feel like they were about to pop. He didn't know where to look when talking to her, finding it difficult gazing anywhere other than her bright kind blue eyes.

"Do they _do_anything?" She dabbed the ointment on either nipple like a confectioner piping frosting onto a cake. Grimflame closed his eyes and shook his great, car-sized head, almost like he felt sorry for the man.

"Not really? I guess they get a little spiky when it's cold . . ." It was just about the strangest thing to explain to a dragon rubbing ointment on one's chest.

"Oh." Sandy tittered. "How adorable!" She enthusiastically brushed over them each one last time before continuing to slather down his chest.

Eric was blushing like basalt, which unbeknownst to the dragons, was not a normal color for an embarrassed human to turn. Grey and green bands were starting to develop on the backs of his shoulders as he tentatively took his hands and started to rub the ointment in the one spot he wasn't quite ready for the inquisitive icy dragon to start investigating: between his legs. He hissed in air through his teeth as he smeared the thick substance over his testicles, the hint of pink from his embarrassment showing through his thickening skin as his penis began to pulse to attention completely unbidden. He tried to cover it with a hand, but just ended up smearing it with the tingling orange cream that made it pulse and strain, jutting up from his groin.

Grimflame was taciturnly stroking the edge of his rounded claw against the sides of Eric's head. At first, the relatively diminutive human was terrified of the arm-sized claw being so near his vulnerable flesh. However, the looming dragon seemed to have impeccable control over his movements, butting against him in insistent yet gentle enough strokes before he dipped it back in the quickly dwindling bucket for more.

"Make sure you get everything." Sandy's whiskers wrapped around his hips and kneaded in at Eric's buttocks as he turned back to look, smacking his head against Grimflame's claw. "We wouldn't want to have to do it all over again." She ground down his thighs almost teasingly.

" Indeed." Roared Grimflame with complete earnestness. His claw slid up and down against Eric's sides in slippery strokes, his other talon tapping at the floor of the cave again like a nervous jackhammer.

Eric made sure to coat everything as well as he could, his breaths coming in deeper nervous huffs as the saffron colored substance was spread all over him, rapidly soaking into his skin. He looked down at his hands, surprised that there was none of the substance left on them, almost like it had evaporated into thin air, or somehow seeped directly into his skin . . .

The dragons each had some left on their various appendages though. Sandy's eyes flashed blue for a moment, chill light seeping up her whiskers like an electric spark, freezing the ointment on the tufts at the ends. She then shook her head, mane tossed from side to side as the frozen substance cracked and diffused into a fine mist, her whisker-tips perfectly clean and puffy once more. Grimflame merely held his sodden claw up to his craggy face, spitting out a gout of flame at his digit and then flicking away the remaining ash like he was tapping a cigar.

"Now we're getting to the fun part," Sandy quipped, walking around Eric, rubbing her long sinuous body in against him like an overly affectionate and far too long cat. Her gleaming white scales were surprisingly smooth, almost silky. This contrasted with the brushy fur that tickled over the human's exposed skin.

"Oh, jeeze," Eric panted, unable to hide his erection as he turned around, looking up to Grimflame, feeling like he did when he went to his friend's house and their cat liked him better. "I feel really weird." The human hugged his arms against his shoulders, noticing the joints creak. He then held out his hand and saw his skin discolor slightly, faint green and slate patches forming as if they were faded tattoos.

"Oh, do tell." Sandy curled around him, bringing her huge head in and butting against his shoulder as the muscles under his skin began to bulge and shift.

"It's . . ." Eric said through clenched teeth as he squirmed. It felt like his skin was tightening as his bones began to creak. "It's like being covered in cellophane." He realized it was a lame metaphor, but was too distracted by the sensations to care at the moment.

" The Label Says That Is A Sign Of Functioning." Grimflame pinched the empty bucket in his claws as he looked over the description once again.

"Good . . . good." Sandy cooed. "I believe that the next step was direct contact, yes?" she insinuated. Her fuzzy nostrils huffed cool air against Eric's blazing skin before her huge pink dog-like tongue flicked out across the human's cheek. All the while, she craftily wound her tail under her husband, flicking the furry tip up to rub between his scaly thighs, making his head shoot up as he dropped the bucket with a clatter.

It was the first time Eric had seen the great volcanic wyrm truly flustered.

" Honey Dearest!" The fiery dragon's voice was somewhat strained, a guttural growl creeping into his tone as he shifted his haunches and flapped his huge wings. Her tail followed him though, sliding up against the vertical slit between his mighty thighs. " Must You Always Be So Incorrigible?" He groaned out and wriggled like some massive seething scaly puppy, whining at the contact as the edges of his scaly slit began to part.

"We are going to be a family for awhile, dear. It had to happen sooner or later." She lapped in against Eric's face, chilly tongue flickering against his nose. "Anyways, I thought I'd give our new guest something to look up to." She whipped her tail up and down, causing Grimflame to let out a smoky wheeze that filled the cavern with an igneous smoldering scent as a fleshy glistening point pressed out of his towering slit. "Isn't it lovely?" The white dragoness crooned towards Eric, visibly proud of her beloved's everting shaft.

"I . . . Guess?" Eric stammered, unable to keep his eyes off of where her tail brushed against that growing spike of flesh. His body was still straining under his skin, and he could swear that the cavern was starting to get smaller.

"You guess . . .? Can't you smell it?" She brought her face in front of Eric's, almost luminous eyes staring at him with quizzical innocence.

Eric inhaled deeply. "Err, no." He ventured. "I smell something burning and something . . . kind of fresh." It was hard to put a fine point on all the odd aromas that lingered in the still air of the cave.

"Oh, we'll just have to solve that, then." She grinned before leaning forwards and slathering over the front of Eric's face with slick oral attention. As she did so, her whiskers wrapped around to caress between his neck and shoulders, feeling his muscles bulge and his spine creak out slightly under his thickening skin. The slick cool contact lit up his senses as he gasped, mouth half open as his jaw began to creak forwards. She basted his stretching face with wet sloppy strokes, her tongue slipping against his nose as it flattened, nostrils pulling apart, pushed to the end of his developing muzzle.

Eric's eyes hung half lidded as he was about to make a comment on the strange sensations, but he was interrupted as she forced the tip of her tongue into his open mouth, swabbing around over his sharpening teeth as scales began to creep in along his lips. All the while, her tail continued slowly brushing up and down against her husband's swelling draconic maleness, throbbing concentric ridges of pink glistening flesh stretching out the edges of his genital slit as he groaned.

When she pulled her head back, Eric's eyes opened wide as he took a deep breath, nostrils both flaring as he licked his swelling tongue over his now slightly pointed teeth.

"How about now?" Sandy asked teasingly, whiskers pulling up at his chin so that he was looking straight between Grimflame's legs. It wasn't the sight that overwhelmed him though.

Eric's altered mouth watered as he took in the deep heady aroma of male dragon, a smoldering smoky blend with an earthy diesel note to it. That wasn't the only scent in the air though. His sinuses tingled with the crisp snowy scent that wafted off of the white dragon from between her rear legs where her feminine slit glistened already in heady anticipation.

"I'll take that as a yes," She giggled before wrapping her whiskers around the growing man's shoulders and pushing him forward between Grimflame's front legs. "The directions did say that we needed direct contact from all parties involved right? So why don't you two get to know each other."

Her whiskers firmly scooted Eric forwards between the arch of Grimflame's front legs so that his face was near the pointed tip of the shaft that was nearly as large as he was. The huge craggy dragon looked down at Eric, and then up towards his wife, who stood behind the human, tail flickering in a pleased mischievous way. "Go ahead, dearest. Why don't you give him a little bit of encouragement?"

Grimflame closed his mighty jaws for a second, swallowing heavily before bellowing out, " Yes, Small Human. Gaze Upon The Grandeur Of A . . ." His avalanche-loud voice faltered as he felt the man's breath puff out against his turgid flesh in deep sniffs. " Of A True Dragon's . . ."

His words ended in a creaking groan as the smell-struck human leaned forwards, bumping the front of his blunt forming muzzle against the pink marbled tower of flesh before licking out with his tongue that thickened and lengthened as it hungrily dragged against Grimflame's glistening cock. The massive volcanic dragon's voice became a deeper wordless grumble of pleasure. He craned his neck down, wings stretching as his maw met with Sandy's, their tongues hissing as they kissed over the changing man.

"You're doing great, dearest. You really are . . ." Sandy purred, her whiskers wrapping around Grimflame's chin. "But how about sharing some of this enthusiasm with your new friend?" She pressed the tip of his rocky face downwards so that he was looking at the top of Eric's head as the man leaned in, seemingly addicted, pressing his stretching tongue into the slit atop Grimflame's pulsing member.

The volcanic dragon sniffed great shuddering breaths in at the top of Eric's head before his massive, plump, and faintly forked tongue lapped out, slicking down the human's hair. His tongue was like a scalding shower, hot enough to pinken Eric's flesh as the huge dragon licked down the human's back, feeling the vertebra creak and muscles tense under the human's thickening skin. Scales began to form like a time lapse of moss growing on tree bark, each one tickling, making Eric shudder as he continued to bathe the dragon's massive cock in sucking laps.

The more he licked, the more the cock pulsed out, forcing him up onto his tiptoes trying to keep up with it, his height approaching eight feet as his body swelled. It wasn't quite enough though. He rubbed his forming muzzle against the fleshy bumps and ridges of the slippery dragon flesh, feeling the pulse of the reddish veins underneath. Never had Eric even considered finding something so magnetically attractive. The taste of salty glistening dragon pre danced on his tongue, and the dusky scent of pumice and musk filled his sharpening senses.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice Sandy sashay up behind him.

"So very eager," she cooed. "You two make a good team." Her whiskers twisted around Eric's thighs, gently spreading his legs. "But we've got some work to do before we can get to the egg making . . ."

And with that, she lapped out between Eric's thighs with her massive slightly textured pink tongue. She slurped up far enough that the cool curled tip slipped against the base of the human's straining erection before she pulled back, dragging against his testicles with her cool breath puffing against his ass.

Eric groaned, leaning forwards and wrapping his arms around Grimflame's cock, arching his back as his hips creaked out wider and his cock throbbed. "Oh god . . ." He moaned out, voice nearing a shout.

" Yes?" Grimflame huffed quizzically between laps, licking his scaly lips as he turned his head.

"Not you, dear." Sandy tittered. Her whiskers wound in around Eric's turgid length, squeezing in tight pulses, sliding slightly up and down, fluffy ends tickling the throbbing head of Eric's cock. His stance widened, thickening thighs bulging with corded muscle as he absentmindedly dragged his tongue against the side of Grimflame's cock, which seemed more and more manageable comparatively. His balls tensed up every time Sandy's chilly tongue slid up against them, squeezing tighter and tighter as his scrotum contracted. It wasn't just the chill though, his skin constricted, pulling his skin taut, grinding his testes back against his body tighter and tighter. He let out a great heaving gasp as they both sank into his body, leaving a sensitive patch of smooth pink skin that scales soon fanned out around in deep green and earthy grey bands.

He couldn't help himself, sticking out his rump back towards the incorrigible white dragon to give her better access. His back felt like a rasp was grinding painlessly along the base of his spine, a pressure building up before creaking out, nub of a thick tail forming just above his bared ass. Her whiskers writhed, squeezing in and tugging at his tortured cock, a dribble of pre slickening their tips. He wanted release, feeling like he was on the very edge of obtaining it, but he just couldn't cum. Eric's back arched where Grimflame's tongue slurped dutifully against it, his form stretching out larger than any normal human could hope to be. But, he was too engrossed by the feelings from between his legs to focus on anything else.

Sandy lapped up with increasing relish, tasting his simple human flavor fade, his draconic essence blooming into a wet earthy odor, almost simmering with animal need. His cock throbbed harder and harder, but with each pulse, it shrank back slightly, the feelings of sensitivity both fanning out and at once concentrating in his shrinking shaft. New muscles developed between his legs, his flesh tugging and pulling, reacting to Sandy's slick tongue. She licked out over her chops, eyes manic as she watched his skin slowly start to part, a slit slowly blossoming between the scales. She lapped in, tongue slipping just barely inside his forming pink feminine cleft.

The edges were tender and swollen, twitching as her tongue scraped past them. His inner muscles clenched in impossible fits of pleasure. Eric couldn't even begin to describe the feelings of his insides shifting around, forming organ stretched deeper by Sandy's cool slippery tongue. The jerking of his cock became constrained, a last bead of pre dribbling from the tip as it sealed over, pulling back inside of the scaly edges. His anus quivered, darkening skin stretched horizontally as his new nub of a tail thickened and tugged this way and that like it had a mind of its own. Eric lowered his muzzle, the top of his head pressing against Grimflame's throbbing shaft as he closed his eyes and let his teeth grind together. He just couldn't deal with the pleasure radiating out from between his thighs. His toes braced against the cave floor as they lengthened, nails curling out as they thickened into black grasping claws.

"Oh, you're doing great, sweetie." Sandy cooed. Eric could feel her chill breath against his bared draconic pussy as the pink flesh started to fade into a verdant green. "So hot, and tight, and tender . . ." She lapped in again, this time her delightfully chilly tongue pausing, pressed against some quivering barrier before she drilled deeper inside of the changing man. She pumped her tongue in and out, whiskers on either side stretching Eric's reptilian pussy open, revealing his fleshy button of a clit: all that remained of his member, pulsing and throbbing as it crowned his new orifice. "And you taste so very fertile. . ." She lapped out again, sinking into his vagina, coaxing it to stretch deeper and wider. Eric wheezed as her fluffy whisker-tips teased his burningly sensitive clit, and the bunched muscles of his urethra just below. "You can smell him now, can't you, dearest?"

" Hmmm . . ." Grimflame took a deep breath, nostrils huffing at Eric's hair as it slicked down into plated grey green scales. " Yes." He lapped out again, the man now stood almost tall enough to reach his craggy chin. He could smell the fecund earthy reek of the new dragon before him. He could even taste it on his tongue, his member straining stiffer, sandwiched between the new dragon's soft forming scales and his own banded scutes. " You Smell Very Eager." He punctuated his words with sloppy licks, feeling the man's ears smooth down into rounded reptilian holes. " Fresh." He nuzzled surprisingly gently against Eric's shoulder, the man's changing body now better able to withstand his affection. " Overwhelming . . ." He groaned as Eric arched his lengthening neck down and gave the chiseled tip of Grimflame's member an exhausted sloppy lick with his widening tongue, letting the taste of simmering molten draconic maleness sizzle in his brain.

"I want . . ." Eric stuttered, hands clenching and unclenching as his fingers creaked and popped. "I want to . . ." He sighed out a deep breath, rubbing himself against Grimflame's shaft as Sandy's tongue wriggled inside of his developing draconic slit.

He had no clue that being a girl could feel this good, overwhelming body-wide tension radiating out from his groin. Or maybe this was just what being a dragon felt like? His tail twanged with pleasure, creaking out to well over a foot in length as Sandy's whiskers pulled back and slid along its length, encouraging each halting snap of his vertebra as it strained out inch by inch, becoming thicker and stronger. It wriggled in time with his insides clenching down around Sandy's mischievous tongue.

"Oh, I can taste how much you want it, darling." Sandy slurped up past his quivering pussy one last time. "But we still have a ways to go before you can take it." She kissed his rounded rump as she pulled back. "But don't you worry. Just look at how big and strong you're becoming." The white dragon almost glowed with admiration.

Eric didn't realize that he was leaning quite so heavily against Grimflame until the mountainous dragon scooched backwards slightly, leaving the changing human wobbling on his increasingly reptilian legs.

" Walking On Two Legs Is Cumbersome!" Grimflame rose to all fours, pulling his member away from Eric's needy lips. " You Must Try This." He reached out with his talons, pausing for a second before giving the wobbling once-man an insistent push.

"Haah!" Eric shouted as he fell forwards, the ground rushing up at his face. However, catching himself happened rather automatically. His hands spread out, thickened nails pointing downwards, muscles in his biceps holding his weight easily as his shoulder joints creaked, making the position even easier to hold. He bent his new front legs down as he twisted his shoulders, spine creaking, still-growing tail now just long enough to lash about behind him.

"Okay . . . " He panted. "This is different."

It felt like he was coming back from a bender that he just vaguely remembered, the fiery ache of need still pulsing between his hind legs.

"Is being a dragon always this . . . intense?" He asked, turning his lengthening neck back towards Sandy quizzically.

"Oh, I imagine you're asking about the feelings down here." Sandy slid a whisker-tuft against his puffy dark-skinned snatch. "That's only something that happens when you're looking for a mate, or just horny in general I suppose," she laughed softly. "I'm sure it will get easier for you to control those urges after the medicine wears off though. It's supposed to bring you to just that perfect condition for conception." She rubbed her body up next to him, nuzzling in against the side of his head. "But before we get there, you have some more growing to do. If you tried it now, he'd split you in half, you poor dear." She patted his head.

Even with the mossy bark colored scales covering most of his face at this point, Eric still managed to blush, looking down at the ground, but also licking his lips and shivering as he thought about that massive spire of flesh pounding inside of him. It didn't seem nearly as daunting as it had just a few minutes ago. The cave was quickly going from cavernous to comfy as well.

" There Are Other Important Things As Well." Grimflame walked around behind him, lowering his jaws and taking a deep sniff under Eric's writhing tail, the bracing odor making a grumble build up in his chest. He steeled himself though, focusing his attention as he reached in with his massive claws, resting his taloned hand between Eric's shoulder blades and pressing down with enough weight to make the new dragon's front legs bow. Grimflame then picked up his paw and looked at Eric's back expectantly.

"Hey, what was that for?" Eric asked indignantly, hardly afraid of the cliff sized dragon anymore.

"He's just hoping that you'll have wings, dear." Sandy continued to nuzzle against Eric's neck. "He's always had a thing for them." The conspicuously wingless white dragon teased.

" Most Preciously Beloved," Grimflame protested. Although the volcanic dragon couldn't blush, Eric could feel the increased heat radiating off his body. " You Know That I Love Everything About You!" He took his paw off of Eric's back and faced his wife with a genuinely worried expression across his stony face.

"Oh, honey . . ." She craned her neck up and butted her head against his chin. "I never doubted that. I just know that you find wings to be very attractive . . . I'm positive that I do as well . . ."

She reared up on her hind legs, nibbling at the membranous edge of his folded wing while her whiskers made bulges under the loose skin by darting into the folds and squirming around. Grimflame panted like a dog being pet, wings twitching in and out as she teased the thin sensitive leathery red flesh. They leaned their heads together, eyes closing as their lips met and they shared a loud sloppy, steamy kiss.

Eric looked up at them, feeling a strange pressure building up on his back.

"Uhh, guys?" He groaned out, shoulders hunched. It felt like something was trying to squirm out through his skin, his thick moss and slate colored scaly hide bulging with new mounds of muscle. The two dragons continued their embrace though, torrid kiss drowning out the changing man's inquiry until he let loose a loud startled yap of surprise, his voice growing deeper and more draconic.

Sandy turned from their kiss, eyes widening. "Oh, my. . ." She grinned as she saw the tendons and muscles budding along Eric's back. "Aren't you a lucky one . . ." It was unclear whether she was talking to her husband, or the changing man, who was now almost half the size of the dragons themselves.

Grimflame seemed mesmerized, his tongue licking out over his stony lips as he watched the wings take form, stretching Eric's scaly skin before beginning to fold out. The membranes that extended between the spindly spokes were deep green, with edges that made them look more like leaves than reptilian skin. The entranced dragon's massive fleshy spire pulsed between his legs, quivering as he continued to stare unabashed.

"How beautiful!" Sandy giggled, gliding her body back down to the ground. She slid her whiskers against the bases of Eric's new wings. Eric moaned out again as another budding set of membranous appendages creaked out through his skin. "Ohh, two sets, even. How lucky." She continued to knead in at his scaly flesh, helping to smooth the process along.

"S-so." Eric ground his teeth together, trying to figure out the new extremities that he was gaining limited control of. "Does this mean I can fly?" He looked up towards Grimflame. His developing sets of wings both unfurled, tough leaf-like sections connected to ribs that looked like polished mahogany. It was like suddenly having four extra hands and not having any pockets to put them in to keep from seeming awkward.

" Yes." Grimflame answered, watching the new stretching wing-flesh as Eric tried an experimental flap, one wing crashing harmlessly against Sandy's flanks and almost knocking himself onto his side. " But You Should Not Learn To Fly In A Cave." He boomed, as if it were some kind of age old dragon adage.

"So then I just . . .?" Eric wriggled, wings stretching out and then pulling against his body, but not quite folding properly.

"Here, darling," Sandy chuckled as she moved in. Her whiskers pulled at the joints of his new wings, helping him pull them in against his body. "I've had a lot of experience playing with other people's wings . . ." She winked up at her husband as she coaxed the second set down smooth against Eric's back. It almost looked like some kind of forest green cape. The new dragon shifted his weight and twisted his head, trying to get a good look back at himself, seeing his new tail curl up behind his still-growing wings. It was as empowering as it was overwhelming. "Isn't that nicer?"

" Yes."

Eric's own response was drowned out by Grimflame's overwhelming support of the situation. The attention made him feel both proud, and somewhat anxious. He looked back at Grimflame's erection and licked his lips, remembering the salty musk of its flavor in his mouth.

"Now we're really getting somewhere." Sandy circled him, eyes cataloging every inch of his changed body. She prodded in at his still inflamed pussy with a teasing whisker-tip, making the changed human immediately moan and arch his back. "Honey, why don't you show him that thing you do for me?"

" Which One?" Grimflame asked, as if he had no clue what she was talking about. He was a terrible liar.

"You know, the one with your fingers." She wrapped her whiskers around Eric's tail and lifted it up, baring the sopping slit of his engorged femininity. "I don't think we're quite ready for the main event, but I do feel ever so bad for leaving a guest waiting."

The sudden attention made the sense of overwhelming draconic lust wash back over the Eric with a vengeance.

" Oh, Yes. That One." Grimflame grumbled, looking to either direction as if suddenly abashed.

"What's wrong dear?" Sandy asked, looking up at her husband with evident concern.

" I Don't Want To Destroy The Human." Grimflame hazarded, scraping his tail recalcitrantly against the floor.

"Oh, honey. He's not very human anymore, and anyways, I'm sure he'll love it. I always do . . ." Sandy looked back towards Eric. "Darling, would you mind it if my husband stuck his claws inside of you? He's very good with his fingers . . ."

Grimflame's jaw dropped silently.

Eric's reaction was more immediate though, his wings chaotically unfurling and flapping about in anticipation, giving away his answer before he let out a soft, "I wouldn't . . ." The thought of something inside of his aching cunt made him nearly delirious, the need so great that he barely noticed himself leaning down with his forelegs and raising up his mossy stone colored rump, half-grown tail flagging up and to the side.

"Please?" Eric's cheeks burned as he looked up at the mountainous dragon.

Grimflame looked between his wife and the increasingly attractive dragoness next to her. Sandy winked at him, holding up her front paw and licking between two of her claws before shrugging towards Eric suggestively. The mountainous dragon leaned down, Sandy kissing his cheek cutely as he stuck his muzzle against Eric's bared rump and inhaled deeply. His hot bellow's breath puffed against Eric's bared nethers, making the dark green flesh between the scales of his slit quiver. Eric sucked in a deep breath as he felt Grimflame's craggy lips part before a hot slippery lap ran up his labia, painting his backside in tingling warm spittle.

As Eric's wings fluttered of their own accord, Grimflame's heart did as well, rising up in his chest as he tasted the new dragon in front of him, reveling in the luscious verdant tang. Huffing as he pulled back, the dragon brought his front leg up to his face, suckling slowly on one of his talons, leaving the black smooth spike coated in thick spittle. Eric's head turned back, wondering what the pause was for before Grimflame reached in, running the tip of his claw up one side of Eric's slit and then down the other, making the new dragon's body quake, still growing larger as he moaned.

Eric's eyes opened wide, green creeping into his irises as his tongue hung out of his half-open muzzle. The dragon's claw squished gently against his new sex, tracing down to prod at his burning button clit. It throbbed and made a lance of desire light up his insides, pussy quivering and beginning to leak out clear rivulets of need. Against human flesh, the dragon's claw may have been frightening, but even Eric's most sensitive new parts were tough enough to easily withstand having a dark sharp claw dragged tenderly over them. The talon circled once more, Sandy's whiskers reaching in on either side, spreading Eric's dark-skinned pussy wide for him as he gently traced around the green folds. Eric needed more though, the constant teasing was driving him wild. He was about to turn back when the claw slowly dragged inwards and pressed gently at his clenched female orifice.

" You Are Very Tight," Grimflame murmured, sounding like a bucket of gravel tumbling down a hill.

Eric's responding groan started low and then rose up into a more feminine octave as Grimflame pressed in just enough so that his entire claw was barely inside of Eric's clenching passage. But instead of pushing in deeper, the engrossed dragon began to tug his reptilian digit in an insistent circle, stretching out Eric's pussy in every direction as it clenched and spasmed hungrily. Eric's tail lashed backwards, swatting against Grimflame's jaw as the tip began to twist, flattening and spreading out into three serrated points like a green maple leaf, flickering up and down. The massive dragon slowly edged his finger slightly deeper, Eric's insides kneading around it longingly as Grimflame caught his tail teasingly in his jaws, fat slick tongue licking at the tough leaf-like end.

"See, I told you you'd like it. He's got the claws of a surgeon." Sandy seemed to think over the comparison. "Well, a sexy surgeon at the very least . . ." She tittered. "Oh you poor dear. You're being so very inviting." She stepped around and nuzzled under Eric's chin. "And what's this?" Her whisker's slid up his muzzle, tracing behind his half-lidded eyes. "Horns? How very stylish."

She ran her whiskers up to the lumps where pressure was building up atop Eric's head. Bulging scales parted as polished hardwood horns twisted out with arboreal speed, curling back along his skull. Oddly, he could still feel her soft blue whisker-tips as they ran over the thickening polished growths. It was hard to focus on that rather than the thick digit squeezing around in his femininity though, his muscles squeezing around it insistently as if trying to draw it deeper.

Instead of plunging in further however, Grimflame withdrew his talon, bringing it to his lips and grumbling as he licked off the clear thick pleasure, tasting the deep needy notes of tannin and earth. Eric groaned audibly, like a man dying of thirst that someone had just yanked a canteen away from. But Sandy dragged a whisker against his lips, shushing him.

"You didn't think that was really it, did you?" She simpered conspiratorially, looking back as Grimflame lined up two of his slickened fingers, rubbing them over either side of Eric's tender labia before slowly easing them into his waiting cunt. The initial stretch made the new dragon's insides flutter, clenching down as the two claws slid knuckle deep inside of him. Bracing himself, Eric's two sets of leafy wings fluttered open, somewhat more coordinated then they had been previously, flapping in fits as Grimflame rotated his fingers, stretching Eric out in a new delightfully tortuous way.

Sandy gazed into the changing man's increasingly luminous green eyes, pressing her doggish muzzle against his slack lips for a sensuous kiss. Eric's voice came out in muffled murmurs, his nostrils sucking in air as she lapped into his mouth. His muzzle was the same size as hers at this point, and he licked back, insides of his mouth slowly turning from a pink to a deep green. An almost mentholated tingling sensation made Sandy's tongue twitch as she lets her whiskers grasp in at his cheeks and follow the jaggy turns of his horns as they forked off into three branch-like antlers.

Eric's bared pussy clenched and squeezed in tugging arrhythmic pulls around the dragon's fingers, the forming wood dragon's breaths coming out in puffing heaves against Sandy's coy face. His curling claws dragged against the cave floor, tensing as Grimflame began to wedge his fingers apart ever so slightly before letting Eric's insides crush them back together as they pumped slowly in and out of his sopping moss-colored snatch. The scales on either side of his pussy bulged, muscles tugging under them as the man continued to grow larger, now slightly bigger than Sandy's lithe long form. As he licked into her mouth, her tongue felt like it was painlessly digging into the tip of his as it fanned out into two fleshy tines, light green at the tip, fading back to the fleshy dark green of his maw. Sandy rumbled in deep appreciation, leaning into the kiss, tasting his increasingly verdant nature.

"See what I mean? He really knows what he's doing." Sandy pulled back from the kiss grinning. "That's it, just let your hips rock, just like that. I think you're almost ready . . ." She patted Eric's head as he leaned forwards, pussy kneaded out to its full draconic prominence as Grimflame tugged his fingers apart, then twisted as he drove them deeper before stretching at Eric's tender edges again.

" I Only Know How To Do This Because A Dragon That I Care Very Deeply About Showed Me The Proper Technique." Loyal pride hummed in his deep voice, as he looked over Eric's back towards Sandy, obscured on and off by the oddly timed half-flaps of the wriggling dragon's leafy wings.

"Oh, flattery will get you everywhere." The white dragon glided back towards her husband, Eric craning his serpentine neck back to watch her lean her head under Grimflame's hind legs, lapping teasingly at the head of his still pulsing hard erection.

" That Is Something She Taught Me As Well," The great dragon chuckled like a rock tumbler before groaning in pleasure as his wife wrapped her whiskers around his shaft and lapped at the drop of pre that leaked down onto the odd fleshy serration of his draconic member. With one last scraping three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation, Grimflame pulled his claws out of Eric's tender pussy, green edges tugging hungrily at them then quivering as he brushed over Eric's swollen nub of a clit.

"Well, if you're being such a good boy, maybe you deserve a treat . . ." A ripple passed through the bluish fur on her spine as she looked up towards Eric. "What do you think? Would you like to give him a reward?"

Eric had to swallow deeply just to prevent himself from drooling. "Yes. I think I'd like that." He wriggled his rounded rump, tail flagging up. He tried to drag the tip of his leafy tail against Grimflame's chin like he had seen Sandy do, but ended up clumsily poking the slightly larger dragon directly in his blazing eye.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" Eric staggered slightly, wings twitching as he made to turn around.

" It Is Nothing! I Am Fine!" Roared Grimflame, blinking rapidly despite his protestations.

"I'm sure he'll live, darling. You just need some practice with that naughty tail of yours . . ." Sandy ran a claw down the thick twitching length, helping pull it up and to the side. "Are you both all ready?" Her whisker teased down along the base of Eric's tail, creeping up to brush at the edges of his pussy.

" Yes! I Am Both Fine And Ready!" Grimflame rumbled, turning his muzzle to the side to hide his closed watering eye. Eric nodded, breath racing as he felt the great mountain dragon's claws reach up and grasp around his waist. " You Must Let Me Know If I Am Harming You. I Do Not Wish To Destroy You."

Eric was amazed that he could bear the weight of the other dragon with ease. His whole body tensed up, wings folded under Grimflame's massive bulk. He wanted nothing more than to have the great beast atop him surge forwards, his tail quivering in anticipation, but there was something bothering him in the back of his mind.

"But what about you?" He turned his head to Sandy as Grimflame paused atop of him.

"Hmm?" She turned from her obvious admiration of their bodies.

"You've done all of this for us . . . I feel like you should get something out of this as well . . ." Eric hazarded, not used to actually speaking his mind.

"Oh, it's fine, my dear. You're doing me a great service by being willing to carry our egg." She smiled demurely.

"But . . ." Eric tried to interject.

"And I wouldn't want to ruin your first time as a dragon . . ." Sandy continued.

" Dearest . . ." Grimflame tried to join the conversation.

"Anyways, it's enough just for me to watch you two . . ." She continued on, tail swishing about behind her as she simpered.

" Honey Cakes!" Grimflame shouted, the walls of the cavern reverberating with his tectonic roar.

"Yes?" Sandy shook her head and blinked up at him.

" Maybe You Should Help The Human Help You . . ." His breathing was deep, as if it took all his willpower to resist rocking his hips forwards and plowing his turgid shaft into that glistening emerald chasm below him. " You Deserve It . . ."

"Oh?" Sandy's face took on a mischievous grin. "And I suppose you'd both like that . . . wouldn't you?" She walked up towards Eric's front as he nodded.

" It Would Be . . . Most Toothsome." Grimflame admitted, looking upwards as if the ceiling had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

"Well, why don't you two show me how it's done, and I'll join in?" She undulated her body suggestively, whiskers tracing over Eric's muzzle.

" Are You Prepared, Human?"

" Yes! Please Just Fuck Me Already!" Eric raised his muzzle and shouted, hearing his changed booming yet raspy voice echo throughout the cave.

Grimflame didn't need any more invitation. For a second Eric's heart rose in his throat as he felt the massive dragon pull back on top of him. Then the volcanic dragon rocked his massive bulk forwards, the tip of his sweltering member stabbing against the edge of Eric's pussy, sliding against his dark fleshy labia. Eric hissed, exhalation gaining a sudden burst of volume as the tip of that mammoth cock prodded again and caught against his snatch, slowly spreading him wide around its throbbing magma-hot length.

The scaly fingers hadn't truly prepared him for the feeling of a thick dragon cock sinking into him: the hot twinge of his muscles stretched taut, the sensation of each fleshy ridge tickling against his insides. Eric let out a squeaking exhalation as Grimflame pulled back and then rocked forwards again, his cock jerking up insistently against his fleshy inner passage. The changed man's tail flopped against the ground beside them as its muscular base twitched in time with his clenching internal muscles, blissful heat shooting through his body as it was rocked and jostled by Grimflame's calculated thrusts.

Sandy watched Eric's expressions change with every colossal thrust from behind him, seeming to savor each little gasp. Her whiskers stretched out and wrapped around his neck, petting him with slow tender encouragement. She moved her face forwards slowly, Eric's green eyes widening as she licked her lips with her pink tongue and turned her muzzle, pressing into a deep yet gentle kiss. Her cool tongue squelched against the insides of his mouth as it met his own where they swirled around each other with squelching strokes, wrestling with no purpose other than pleasure.

Grimflame grunted, smoke pouring from his nostrils as he dragged his hips closer, claws reaching out to grasp at Eric's broad shoulders, dimpling his scaly tree-colored hide. He drove his shaft forwards, pushing in slightly more than half way, nearing the girthy throbbing base as his thrusts began to develop an insistent rhythm. The mossy green edges of Eric's pussy tensed with little tremors of pleasure, each slick sloppy thrust of the massive member filling him deeper and deeper. He hadn't really thought much about how sex as a woman would feel . . . or sex as a dragon. Now it was the only thing he could think of, his new scaly body tense and needy.

"You're a natural, darling," Sandy pulled back and crooned. "So sleek, and strong, and beautiful . . ." She tickled her whiskers over Eric's face. "Hmm?"

She looked confused for a moment as Eric pressed his head under hers, nudging her muzzle up above him. This was before Grimflame's tongue lapped down and mussed up the stripe of electric blue fur on her neck.

"Oh, you two are already partners in crime." She snickered before pulling her long body up and kissing her husband, their tongues sizzling as Grimflame continued to make calculated tectonic shoves into Eric's straining depths.

Eric could hear every lewd squelch their tongues made as he stared ahead at Sandy's white scaled belly, mouth watering. He moaned occasionally, pinned wings fruitlessly fluttering as he gained his proverbial sea legs, rocking easily with each thrust from behind. He craned his neck forwards, feeling his antlers bump against her scaly stomach as she made a muffled noise of surprise. He could smell her need radiating from the slit between her legs where a faint wet sheen coated her snowy scales. His neck strained forwards as he licked out with his fleshy tongue, light green tips flickering out and just brushing against the top of her scaled pussy, tasting her frigid need: a delicious petrichor flavor streaked with the reek of feminine desire.

"This was you're plan all along, wasn't it?" Sandy pulled back from her kiss, panting. "Clever girl." Her joking tone was nonetheless filled with praise. She stepped forwards with her short hind legs, bringing her puffy scaled slit inches from Eric's face, the light blue insides glistening invitingly.

Eric couldn't help himself, taking in a deep breath before lapping out with his thick tongue, smearing it against her slit, spreading her cool labia wide, his tingling herbal saliva making her slick skin twitch and quiver. Putting her clit between the neon green tines of his tongue, he drilled in, nostrils still huffing as she moaned out, only muffled by Grimflame's tongue lapping over her lips. Eric knew just how sensitive the quivering nub of flesh was as he ravished it, grinning as she began to shift her weight from foot to foot like the floor was a hot tin roof.

He could hear Sandy whisper something suggestive in Grimflame's ear above him before the dragon's pattern of thrusts changed drastically. He reared back and drove himself forwards in a savage surge of motion, but then instead of pulling back immediately, he ground his hips in at the end, driving his massive cock a few inches deeper, wriggling his hips before pulling back once again. Each thrust plowed into Eric's senses, his insides twisting with inhuman force as he felt every vein, every fleshy inhuman ridge as the pink torrid flesh ground into him. He could feel Grimflame losing his measured control as he sometimes started jackhammering his hips for just a second before pulling back with a sigh and a deep lusty grumble.

Sandy's slim serpentine hips ground her pussy against Eric's muzzle as he continued to lick and tease at her cunt, mischievously tracing up the edges of her labia before nibbling in at her clit. Her own higher pitched groans made Eric smile, licking his chops before lapping out and letting his tongue rest against her clenched orifice. He slid into her with a slow deliberate squelch, feeling her insides clench down around his tongue like a vice before relaxing slightly, allowing him to wriggle his slippery flesh around deeper inside of her. Her chilly passage gripped down at his slick tingling tongue as he pulled back and then ground forwards again, matching the time of the colossal thrusts from behind him.

There was no room for quips or banter as they all rocked in a tangle of huge scaled bodies, mountainous forms slamming together and straining, writhing as they all began to lose themselves in the ecstasy. Eric's back arched as Grimflame's talons gripped him tighter. The black and red dragon's belly scales ground against Eric's folded wings, heavy tail lashing behind him as he began to thrust in earnest. His pace quickened, and his technique simplified as he rammed the base of his member against Eric's taut yet hungry slit, surging forwards enough for their scaled slits to brush against each other. The verdant dragon's insides twisted, pleasure lancing through his nerves as he was stuffed to the brim, loving every foot of the cock lodged inside of him.

Eric rammed his muzzle forwards, scaly green lips bumping against the quivering edges of Sandy's bared femininity. Abandoning any semblance of technique, Eric screwed up his face and strained forwards with his tongue, surging into her, tasting the musky chill of her insides as her muscles all clamped down around him. Eric's groans from Grimflame's energetic thrusts only made his muzzle buzz, complimenting the almost medicated tingle from his saliva. The leafy end of his tail flapped and fluttered, whipped about as his internal muscles massaged Grimflame's cock like a fleshy iron maiden. He could feel Sandy's own muscular contractions start to quicken, coming closer together and squeezing tighter, leaking down a clear dribble of cold female pleasure that Eric lapped up with gusto.

The sloppy bubbling kiss between Grimflame and Sandy was loud enough to be heard over the thuds of their massive frames colliding over and over again. Their muzzles locked together as Sandy's whisker's ran over her husband's craggy face, flickering occasionally as her internal muscles writhed around Eric's wildly enthusiastic tongue filling her from below. Her front legs reached down, grabbing onto the tips of Eric's polished wooden antlers, claws tapping against them, sending a little Morse code tattoo of shivers down his spine.

The sinews in Grimflame's neck bulged, the weight from his body surging forwards with determined finality. His shaft ground deeper and deeper, last few throbbing inches stretching Eric to his full capacity. Instead of pulling back at all, Grimflame's thrusts became smaller jackhammer shoves, grinding their scaled slits together as his member quivered and quaked, the constant tight tugging from Eric's insides driving him over the edge. His claws splayed out against Eric's tough scales as his tail raised up, cock drawing into a taut arc and beginning to quiver. He broke his kiss and roared out, a gout of flame scorching up towards the ceiling as he began to climax, insides clenching as thick white-hot dragon seed erupted from the tip of his member.

Eric's green eyes flew wide open, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the molten heat flow inside of him. His entire body stiffened, muscles going tense as his pussy quivered, halting just a second as butterflies rose in his stomach before pushing him over the edge as his inner walls began to clamp down in fits of wrenching strength. He saw sparks in his vision as his insides began to boil with pleasure that flooded through his body. It was impossible to stop, his claws scraping against the cave floor as he shook and let the bliss radiate out from his pussy chomping down at Grimflame's straining spurting member.

The new dragon's jaws stretched, opening wider as his sharp teeth braced against Sandy's scales. His green tongue thrust in deeper, fueled by the surprised pleasure from his first female orgasm. Pushing at some fleshy node deep inside of her, he lashed his tongue from side to side as she clenched and moaned, the contractions getting closer and closer together before he felt her crash into her own heady climax. She released a cute breezy squeal of pleasure, air from her muzzle condensing into a cloud of icy mist while her sweet insides clamped down with vice-like insistency around his tongue, kneading at the length in little paroxysms of squeezing pleasure.

They all writhed together, lapping and humping, twisting and moaning, grinding out every last mote of pleasure from each other. It was the most intense sexual experience Eric had ever imagined, the pleasure continuing to rock through his body even well after Grimflame stopped pumping him full of his hot delicious seed. The volcanic wyrm stayed inside of the dragon below him though, wincing and gently pushing with his hips from time to time, cock occasionally giving an exhausted jerk or jolt inside of Eric's straining depths as they continued to writhe.

Likewise, Sandy continued to grind her slippery slit against Eric's muzzle, humping against him with her sinewy form as her own rhythmic clenching went from wild staccato tugs to longer kneading pulls, ending up in languid reassuring squeezes before Eric pulled back with his tongue and nuzzled against her swollen, slick labia.

"Everything alright down there?" Sandy huffed, pulling her muzzle back from Grimflame's.

Eric cleared his throat. "Very yes." He was surprised that his voice was deeper, but also kind of sultry. The thought made his already hazy mind feel strangely pleased.

"Good." Sandy tittered. "It looks like you're filling your new position perfectly."

" Yes," huffed Grimflame, pulling back with tectonic slowness, letting Eric's pussy squeeze over every ridge as he slid out of him. " You Did Admirably." He leaned in and ran his tongue over the new dragon's scaly rounded rear, cleaning up the mixed rivulets of their blended essence.

"So, is that it? Is the egg . . .?" He looked back under himself at his smooth belly. The idea was actually strangely appealing at the moment: nurturing something inside of himself as it grew strong and healthy.

"It's so very hard to tell," Sandy laughed like windchimes made of icicles. "The doctor said that we should try about once a day for a week just to be sure." She undulated her long body as she stretched out, yawning and letting her claws slide against the floor. With an exhausted flumph, she toppled over against his legs. "For now though, I'm exhausted. You're an artist with that tongue."

"You guys aren't so bad yourselves." Eric laughed, amazed at how quickly they shifted from sex back into everyday conversation.

Grimflame lied down as well, hot rough scaled body pressing in on the other side of their new housemate. He didn't say anything, but his tail slowly wagged, scraping against the stone floor as he snuggled against the two of them.

It was strangely easy for Eric to lower himself between the two, sinking down onto his stomach and curling his body, feeling the pleasant chill and heat from either side. For dragons, they actually seemed like a really nice couple. Eric's eyes slowly closed as the only noise in the dimly lit cavern was their slow breaths, lulling him into a well-deserved nap.

* * *

Eric had to readjust himself when he awoke that evening, tail curled against his muzzle. He blearily tried to roll out of bed as he usually did only to awkwardly flop against the hard stone floor, all four wings wheeling, green eyes shooting open and piercing through the gloom with groggy incomprehension. There was a comically large (by human standards) overstuffed cushion under his head with red hearts and lace around the edges.

"Oh, have you finally come to?" Sandy glided in, blue fur rustling in an unseen wind. "I hope I didn't wake you. You looked like you really needed it, so we let you sleep. Transformations can be quite exhausting, or so I'm told."

She landed gently next to him as he came to, massive body stretching out, wings unfurling and then getting slightly tangled as they folded back up.

"No, I just woke up." Eric blinked, head still muzzy as his mind processed all the things that happened to him previously in the day. His voice still sounded a little foreign to his draconic ears, deep yet wispy, like an oak tree rustling in the wind. "Sorry I fell asleep on your floor."

He wondered after he said it if this was as much as a social faux pas for dragons as it was for humans . . .

"Not a problem, dearie. You can sleep wherever you want. Speaking of, what kind of bedding do you prefer? We've been setting up your cavern." Her eyes gleamed, as always, so very eager to help others.

"Just any bed is fine." Eric reached up and scratched the side of his longer scaly neck with his sharp claws, holding them up in front of his eyes afterwards. It still seemed very surreal to him at the moment.

"Oh . . ." Sandy paused as she considered. "I'm sure we could get some dwarves in to build one, but we don't actually have any beds." She rubbed her whiskers together as she thought.

"What do you sleep on then?" Eric cocked his head to the side. He'd never really considered that beds might be impractical for a dragon.

"Why don't you come see? I can give you the grand tour!" Sandy clapped the ends of her whiskers together. "Grimflame's gone out to do a few errands and pick up dinner. I hope you don't mind Indian food."

She turned as she began to guide Eric around, claws raising off the floor seemingly just through force of her effervescent optimism. The new dragon stood up and stretched, feeling that there should be something stranger about being so large. Oddly though, being the size of a bus was roughly like being any other size because everything around the cave seemed designed with dragons in mind.

Eric followed her through the caverns, peeking into the kitchen with solid stone counters and an oven and range that was just a heavy cast iron box (Grimflame was apparently their primary source of heat in the lair.) The bathroom had a huge depression in it with a tangle of pipes above ready to spray water down. Sandy recommended a bath later on, and Eric nodded. The place actually felt somewhat luxurious despite being a cave. He eyed the draconic version of a toilet somewhat nervously, but couldn't muster up the courage to ask how exactly he was supposed to use it. He'd figure it out in private after they finished the tour.

Sandy's lair had massive intricate rugs and cushions piled haphazardly in the corner: her bedding of choice. Most of the walls had framed cross-stitching strewn about on them, generally of very pastel saccharine topics. More surprising though, was her computer set up. She had a keyboard that was at least double the size of the largest one Eric had ever seen, but it was still diminutive under her claws. The far wall was covered with a white sheet, a projector mounted on the ceiling beaming her desktop onto it. She was obviously proud.

Apparently, it was weird for dragons to be into computing (Grimflame certainly didn't trust human machines,) but it made the whole situation oddly relatable for Eric. He went back to retrieve his cell phone, accidentally ripping the seam on the pocket of his old khakis as he poked his claws into them. She gave him the wifi password (FORTHEHOARD - Hubby123) which took seven tries to enter. Trying to write on his old cell phone was like trying to type on a tic tac. She seemed delighted when Eric asked what exactly she used the computer for, showing him both her blog page about plus sized cross-stitching and also her level 73 barbarian named "SmashyCakes." She said that Eric was free to use her rig whenever he liked if he needed to contact anyone or ever just got bored.

At her insistence, Eric tried laying down on the pile of cushions, flopping over awkwardly. He rolled this way and that, feeling the soft stuffed pillows deform under him. Although he didn't really want to say, it really wasn't very comfortable. The pillows seemed to always lump up against him in strange ways. Sandy laughed and took it in stride, guiding him back towards Grimflame's personal lair.

They passed a few rooms with stacks of old art pieces, suits of armor and piles of gold, which Sandy identified as her husband's. There were some impressive items, Sandy assured him, but it was mostly sentimental junk: she gestured to the dinged and chipped statue of Tarquin III that they had mentioned earlier. Eric asked about security, which made Sandy laugh. Apparently, no one was foolish enough to try and steal from a dragon. Her own wealth was apparently all tied up in the stock market: textiles mostly. She seemed oddly fascinated by humanoid clothing, admitting to sewing herself a dress once, but never wearing it because 'it just looked silly.'

Eric was surprised when they finally reached Grimflame's cave. One wall was a series of huge simple shelves lined with his greatest treasures: mostly gleaming golden things like gleaming elegant swords and elaborate crowns. There was also what looked like the cow catcher from a freight train. Eric decided that he wasn't going to ask about it without Grimflame there. Other than that, there was just a heaping mound of polished copper piled in the center of the floor, a single worn pillow resting on the top with a somewhat simplified version of Grimflame's face stitched onto it. (He was pretty sure that Sandy was behind it.) Eric walked up and tapped pile with a claw. They were . . . pennies? He was about to ask Sandy about it when a looming shadow was cast over the both of them.

" Who Dares To Desecrate the Sanctity Of My Lair!?" Grimflame roared, apparently back from his errands. He stomped up behind them, smoke pouring through his nostrils. Eric shuffled behind Sandy, expression a blend of terror and mortification, like a child caught raiding the neighbor's cookie jar.

"Honey!" Sandy beamed, gliding over to him and nuzzling against the side of his craggy jaw. "I was just showing Eric around the lair. I don't think he liked my cushions very much, so I was letting him see what you sleep on." She leaned in and whispered in his ear, in a voice still loud enough to hear. "When was the last time you had these cleaned anyways? The kobolds are always willing to . . ."

" It Would Be Easier To Sleep On Gold . . ." Grimflame complained with a sigh.

"But honey, you know that gives you a rash. It's too soft: gets stuck in your scales. Besides, the doctor said that the copper and zinc are good for your skin." Sandy chided. "Anyways, would it be okay if Eric tried it out?"

"No . . . It's fine. I didn't mean to intrude," stammered Eric.

Sandy looked at Grimflame expectantly.

" You May Sleep On My Hoard." He grumbled. " But If You Steal My Riches I Will Destroy You!"

"That's fair." Sandy nodded, looking towards Eric with an encouraging smile.

"Right . . . I guess I'll just . . ." Eric had never considered how awkward trying out a new bed in front of others could be as he stepped up onto the widely spread pile. The feeling of the coins running between his claws made him shiver. He couldn't help but lean down and let his leafy tail sift through the pile of pennies that still had the smoky smell of Grimflame on them. It was the most natural thing to curl up around the heap, lowering his body as he felt the cool coins rustle against his scales as he wriggled contentedly. He sighed, seeming to melt happily against the pile. When he looked up towards the other two dragons he swallowed heavily, resisting the urge to hiss and curl tighter around the huge stack of change.

"Awww, I think he takes after you, honey." Sandy chuckled.

Grimflame merely scowled, a crabby frown on his face.

Dinner was not really what Eric had expected. Twenty tandoori chickens and three roasted goats all spread out on greasy butcher's paper with two bucket-sized tubs of vindaloo and Karnataka curry. Although the portions were odd, they filled the dining chamber with the tantalizing scent of savory meats and spices.

Eric looked around for silverware as Grimflame grabbed an entire goat and tore it in half, chewing at it like an industrial grinder. Eric tore off some meat from a miniscule drumstick in his claws, bringing it up to his lips gingerly. It was good, rich flavor almost melting on his tongue, but felt like he was trying to dine on a meal that consisted of single grains of rice.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Sandy looked over at him as she lifted a chicken from the spread with her whiskers. "Is it too spicy? Grimflame always orders it as hot as it will go . . ." She looked across the risen stone slab that served as a table as the volcanic dragon dunked the other half of his goat into the gravy-like sauce and tossed it into his mouth, smoke billowing happily from his nostrils.

"Oh, no. It's delicious." Eric protested. "I'm just not used to eating with these." He held up his claws and tapped them together before reaching down to peel off another morsel of chicken.

" Do You Not Enjoy The Feeling Of Bones Snapping Between Your Jaws?" Grimflame queried, mouth still half full of goat before he swallowed.

"Is that safe?" Eric asked, gingerly grabbing the chicken in his claws and staring at it quizzically.

The two other dragons stopped eating for a second to stare at him, as if he'd just said something too bizarre to fully comprehend. To fill the silence Eric stuffed the chicken he was holding into his mouth. He bit down gingerly, wincing at the first snap before trying to chew in earnest. It certainly didn't hurt . . . The crunchy texture was kind of odd though: like eating chicken flavored peanut brittle. Sandy laughed, wiping the corners of her eyes with a whisker. Eric swallowed and gave them a bashful grin.

"Yeah, pretty spicy." He blew out over his tingling tongue as Grimflame chuckled out a snort of fire.

After dinner they chatted for a bit, going over his accommodations and the basic principles of dragoning. Grimflame all but demanded to teach Eric how to fly the next day, and Sandy seemed to enjoy talking about how they were going to lay out his room. Eric left most of the details up to her discretion, only mentioning that a big keyboard like hers would be nice. He'd have to figure out how to get all of his stuff from his old apartment though . . .

He expected her to use some sort of glowing crystal orb to place her orders as she idly contacted various dwarves, gnomes, and Swedes (Ikea was apparently a staple, even for dragons.) Instead, she mostly used VOIP, nestled in her cave like some kind tech assistant crossed with a very cheerful mafia boss.

Despite the grumbles of Grimflame and Eric's protestations, Sandy all but demanded that their new guest sleep in the volcanic dragon's cavern. She seemed to win her husband over by whispering something into his ear about getting lost in her cushions that made him perk up.

And so, after taking a bath and figuring out how the toilet worked, Eric found himself coiled on top of a magnum-opus-load of pennies, loving the way they felt against his sleek scales. He actually felt pretty good about this new job, despite how weird it was. Sitting up on his pile of 'wealth,' he looked out towards the closed metal door cautiously before he struck an imperious pose, looking like a monster out of a children's book. He opened his jaws slowly and thought about how Grimflame looked before he breathed fire. With this image in mind, he inhaled deeply. Opening his jaws wide, he exhaled, breath immediately hitching in his throat before he hiccoughed and hacked out a cloud of fragrant floral orange mist that haphazardly spewed from his jaws.

The new dragon panicked, watching the mist settle onto the copper coins. He immediately thought about running to the kitchen to grab a towel, but the haze seemed to dissipate even as he watched it. Other than a nice sweat grassy aroma, it didn't seem to affect the coins at all.

He had a lot to learn.

Eric sighed and let his head rest on the coins, snuggling his body down, digging himself a circular dragon-sized trough. His thoughts wandered as he shut his eyes, wings folding and refolding themselves as he tried to get comfortable. For the first time he could remember, he was actually excited by the prospect of waking up in the morning.