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Dragon Run Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Xakrai

The reeds whipped and snapped as the slim figure ran, darting along the shore line. The great river rushed eternally on to Daen's right, the waters treacherous as they churned and broke over sharp, jagged rocks. The elf youth was no more than five feet tall, his sandy blond hair shorn short, his pointed ears on full display. His white tunic and khaki pants had been soiled with smears of green from the marshlands and a few drops of his own blood, cuts on his arms opening up from the reeds and his pursuers both.

Daen's feet found foothold after foothold, using the stones on the river bank to propel himself forward. It was dangerous to run so close to the great river, but if he was on open land he would have been even easier to chase down. He could still hear the thumps of the paws landing on the dirt, propelling the beasts in chase. The elf's teal eyes focused on the path ahead, anticipating the next step, then the next, then the next. He saw one stone was slightly angled, ready to fall into the river.

The elf jolted to his left, feet landing on the tufted grasses. In seconds he felt a near miss of a snapping jaw as the harlack beast tried to bite him, but he jumped back into the reeds on a sound footing. Up ahead was the bridge across the Great River, the path home. He had to make it, he was so close. Daen thought about calling out for help, but that would only increase his shame. His heart raced with trepidation, not only of the feline like beasts chasing after him, but of what the others would say... but there was no avoiding it now.

Daen summoned every ounce of energy he had, pushing himself to the limit. With his elven gifts he sped up far faster than any human could manage, bolting out onto the main path just ahead of the Harlack and closed the gap. His feet felt the tufted grasses disappear, replaced with the carefully crafted interlocked wood slats. His footsteps echoed in the space beneath the bridge as he passed, making it to the other side.

Three grey and white speckled feline creatures bounded after him, hitting the far side of the bridge as a shimmering veil of turquoise energy blocked their path. The harlacks hit the barrier and rolled back, letting out angry yowls, slashing as the energy veil a few times before they snarled and started stalking back the way they had come, leaving Daen panting and sweaty. The elvish guards on either side of the barrier turned, looking at the youth with some discomfort, but the silence was broken by a taller, older, red haired elf.

"Daen... What in goddesses' name have you gotten yourself into this time?" The elf's older brother asked, his brow furrowed to see the blonde in such a state of disrepair.

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A bright white glow saturated the milky glass oval that dominated most of the onion shaped structure's north east side, filling the interior with the clean, sterile sort of light that most elves fancied. It glittered off the ornate silver gilding of the table as well as the variety of blue and purple crystals that were on the shelves. Half of the domicile was swathed in light, but the slightly elevated adjoining room that Daen sat in was dim, taking on more of a tan hue with fabric hung over the window.

Daen's brother paced in the main room, moving back and forth, his long red hair hanging down to his shoulder blades. His tunic was white and silver, like most of the ruling class in the enclave. Even his fingers had on rings of silver, ornately decorated. It all seemed like a bit too much to Daen. The elves were so focused on their magic, their society, they had forgotten what it was like to be part of nature... and they had forgotten how to be proactive in what they wanted.

"What would the elders have said if you came back dead, Daen? Did you think about that?" The older brother asked. Daen's teal eyes narrowed.

"Who cares what the elders would have said? Firstly, I couldn't have 'come back dead' because I would still be out there. And secondly, shouldn't I care what you would have said, Nael?" Daen asked. His brother's lips quirked.

"Of course I would have been heartbroken, how could I go on losing the only family I had left? But Daen, you have to be careful. It isn't just harlacks and kobolds out there... There are human bandits, there are griffons, there are dragons..." Nael said. Daen tried to suppress his reaction to hearing the last word.

"I'm sorry Brother." Daen murmured, hoping to end the conversation quickly. Nael smiled and moved over, ruffling his brother's short hair.

"With a lot of work, and focus, I'm sure you'll become a respected member of our society. You just have to quell that curiosity of yours. Now, I better get back to my lessons. I'll see you at evening meal." Nael said, moving across the structure and out of the door. As the door shut, Daen jumped down from his bunk like perch and moved to the back door, hesitating suddenly. He stepped back and rotated, putting his back to the wall. A shadow fell across the milky glass, lingering for a moment before continuing on.

Daen's lips curled. His brother didn't even trust him to stay put... Although he wasn't, so maybe it was a fair reaction. Daen counted how many steps it would take Nael to get to the central complex before he opened the door and broke into a sprint, hugging the edges of the buildings and darting past the horse stables until he got to the edge of the village. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three purple stones, placing two on the ground at shoulder width apart before he lifted the third. The turquoise veil shimmered weakly as a gap was formed and Daen stepped through, tucking the third stone back into his pocket.

The young elf turned and looked back at the elvish village, knowing that they would be safe in their bubble for some time... but all the while the world around them was growing, changing, evolving... and he was destined for something more. Daen wanted to be a Dragon Rider, and no one could be a rider without facing the dragons. He'd made it halfway up the summit when he came across the harlack den. This time he wouldn't make the same mistake. He'd focus, he'd work hard, but he wasn't going to become a respected member of his society. His destiny was greater.

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The air was thinner near the top of mount Heolian, but Daen found it almost invigorating in a strange way. The young elf continued his trek up the mountain side, his sandy blond hair whipping about in the wind. His arms were cold, his bones ached, but he'd never felt so alive. Aloe leaves had been stuck to his cuts and already they were healing. None of it mattered, here he was, hundreds of feet higher in altitude, far away from home.

The summit was lined with a spiral like path rising up, dotted with caves, tiny waterfalls, and pools of thick, syrupy quicksilver. The liquid metal was a vice to the dragons, likely one of the draws that brought the dragon to this particular mountain. If Daen was lucky it made them docile enough to get close to... But his journey had taken all day and the sun was setting.

The elf moved closer to the edge of the pool and crouched down, looking at the metal. It slowly swirled, the shades of silver ranging from light to almost black in a marbled, ever changing pattern. It was mesmerizing in a strange way, at least until he felt a sudden shift beneath him. The ground he had assumed was quite firm was actually made of a shale like substance, thin and layered - and breaking.

Daen turned to try and leap to safety, but the ground broke to fast and he plunged straight down into the now exposed pool. The elf sank quickly, feeling the quicksilver press in around him like quicksand. It was thick, viscous, frictionless. He tried to swim, he tried to push off whatever bottom there was. No light penetrated, and the pressure of it was mounting. He could feel the liquid tingling against his cuts, no doubt poisoning him.

At first, Daen had no time to focus on his situation other than to try and get out, but as that was quickly proving to be less likely, he started to rethink elements of his life. His curiosity had always been called his greatest failing by the other elves, and now it seemed they were right. Would his brother ever learn what happened to him? Would they assume he had been eaten by beasts in the wild? Would he forever be entombed at the bottom of the quicksilver?

The liquid suddenly shuddered as something else plunged into it. Daen felt the pressure of several sharp fangs press in around his shoulder and torso before he was lifted up. The quicksilver ran off of his body as he was plucked from the pool, leaving only a silvery gray tie-die across his flesh. He gasped suddenly for air, relieved that he had been pulled out before drowning, only to realize in horror that he was caught in the maw of a dragon.

The blue and black beast lifted Daen higher and higher out of the pool before turning, moving toward the cave. Daen swallowed a bit, wincing at the pressure on his torso. So he wasn't going to drown, he was going to be eaten instead... Though death by dragon did seem more dignified and befitting an elf than an unceremonious plunge into a pool of liquid metal. To the elf's surprise, the dragon lowered its head and set Daen down.

The young elf panted, his muscles feeling rubbery, especially around the cuts. He looked up at the gleaming gold eyes of the dragon, not sure what was going to happen next. Daen was too weak to run or to fight, though his heart raced as the dragon leaned down and opened its maw... and its thick tongue slurped out, sliding across Daen's arm, licking up the remains of the quicksilver.

Daen shuddered in surprise, but then slowly started to grin, realizing that he had taken a bath in the dragon's drug of choice. He held out his arm with great trepidation, hoping the beast would not rip off his arm to get at the metal, but his faith that they were noble beasts was proven right as he was licked clean. He closed his eyes and felt the dragon lick his shoulders, his neck, his head. His hair stuck straight up as it was slurped clean.

Heavy paws moved around as the dragon reoriented himself, licking the rest of Daen clean before one huge clawed appendage reached up and pushed Daen down. Daen grunted as he fell backwards and the dragon leaned in, muzzle to face, and the tongue shot forward. Daen's jaw was pried wide as the tongue intruded into his mouth, filling it full. He murmured and tried to pull back, but the tongue pushed in all the way it could... and then Daen tasted that metal tang, that intense flavor of quicksilver as it poured down his throat.

Gulp after gulp, the liquid hit his stomach. Almost at once his body felt electric and blood rushed to his member, his wet pants tenting as his shaft throbbed and hardened, the meat extending. His anus began to undulate, throbbing, pulsing, relaxing and tightening in rhythmic beats. His eyes glazed over and he began to feel... wonderful. His muscles didn't feel tired anymore, and his cuts didn't bother him either.

The dragon slowly pulled back, sitting on its haunches, looking at the elf. Daen hardly looked like himself. His hair was sticking up in crazy wet spikes like some sort of human bandit, he had an erection befitting an orc stripper, and he'd been force fed so much quicksilver so suddenly that his stomach was showing a little sign of bloat. Still, the dragon had finally released him. Daen had to try and make his move.

The elf pushed himself up, though the world spun around him. He stumbled to his feet, realizing suddenly how horny he was. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He moaned softly, blushing, taking a step, then another before his stomach suddenly rumbled. Daen stopped and grabbed at it, holding his rounded tummy before he gasped.

At first it felt like the quicksilver was leaving his stomach, traveling down through his liver, his kidneys, his bladder, but the mass in his stomach had not decreased. The metal was simply spreading. It ran through him like the great river, and then his lower extremities began to throb, to tingle, to heat up - and grow.

At first Daen thought it was a hallucination, but his pants got tighter and tighter as his ass cheeks swelled, rounded, and thickened. New muscle, new tissue, new flesh was expanding, prying them apart, revealing his undulating pucker beneath. His cock started to elongate, to stretch, to lengthen and thicken, pushing the pants forward while his ass pushed it back. His hips rounded, his ass grew taller, longer, wider.

Daen looked up at the dragon in great confusion and some discomfort as his pants reached their limit... and began to tear. The fabric resisted as long as it could, but it suddenly split out, revealing Daen's massive ass, tinted with faint rose gold splotches of toughened skin. As the fabric shredded, a ten inch long shiny shaft flung forward, bobbing with its own mass. The mushroom shaped head had started to taper to a point, and his balls seemed to be bigger, swollen, the flesh tighter and tougher.

The elf looked down at himself in shock. His entire pelvic region was huge, almost twice as big as it should have been - and it was covered with draconic proto scales. He had the ass of a dragon and it had torn right out of his pants. Daen's heart was racing faster. He looked up at the blue and black dragon, then at the path home. He'd never make it, not like he was now... But he had to try.

Daen turn and broke into a run, his cock wobbling and slapping the underside of his belly. As he move, the last of his pants tore free, but now it was his feet that felt strange. Much to the disdain of the other elves, he had always traveled barefoot. They were calloused, dirty, but now his toenails were turning a bronze color, growing out longer, thicker, curling down and coming to points. His feet surged wider and wider, becoming squared off, the heel fanning out. Each step started to rumble against the ground with expanded mass, though some of that was the dragon now running after him.

The elf blushed, watching his feet become paws, his legs thickening to compensate. New mass blossomed around his thighs, his knees, his ankles, giving him trunk like legs. He almost seemed to be a dragon taur now with an elf torso on a juvinile dragon bottom... Though it was striving to be an adult. He stumbled to a stop and grabbed onto a rock suddenly, throwing his head back, letting out a scream of shock and odd pleasure as his tailbone suddenly surged outward, growing bone after bone, ligament after ligament as the flesh grew into a wriggling, writhing, prehensile tail. The elfish skin got thicker as it was stretched rather than thinner, taking on golden hues as scales formed, rushing back across his ass, around his waist, covering his plump, apple sized balls and legs and paws.

His tail swung back and forth and his newly ridged, pointed cock ached as it pushed past a foot in length. His balls churned with new seed, new purpose, sending hormones through his body. Daen began to sweat a little, panting as his pectorals began to round and plump, his shoulders broadening and defining, his neck thickening. His biceps and triceps thickened with more muscle than any elf ever had, looking like a human or orc brawler. He grunted, his voice deepening. He turned, looking back at the dragon.

The dragon purred and leaned in, suddenly kissing Daen again. This time Daen's mouth seemed to open extra wide, letting the tongue in. He reached up to grab the muzzle before him, his fingers growing bronze claws. He held the dragon there and drank down the tainted saliva. Worries about getting home disappeared, replaced with his horniness, his desire to mate, his drive to be a true dragon.

The kiss was reluctantly broken, but the blue dragon turned around, laying down on the path, flinging its tail to the side to reveal its own pulsating sphincter. Seeing it there, so big, so purple, so needy... Daen began to drool as he turned and ran forward, his expanding dragon dick wobbling before him. He practically tackled the dragon ass before him, thrusting his member into that hole, sliding deep.

The blue dragon shuddered and roared, its ass surprisingly strong. While Daen had tried to thrust in, the dragon's ass seemed even stronger, pulling his member in deeper and deeper until he was burried to the hilt, but still that wasn't enough. Daen yelped, grabbing onto the dragon's hips with his clawed hands as his cock was pulled and stretched and tugged. He groaned louder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock grew to a foot and a half, two feet, then almost three inside the dragon. It was a huge, pointed, ridged, scaled member worthy of a dragon drake, and it was all his.

Daen started thrusting back and forth, having reached a size worthy of his blue boyfriend. He saw it glisten with moisture as the setting sun hit the scales exposed when he pulled back, and then he slammed it back in again. His ass had continued to grow wider, thicker, and bigger. His tail stretched out behind him, his feet were almost as big as the elf guard's shields, and his torso had started to grow as well.

Rose gold scales slipped up his rounded stomach, his thick pectorals, his back, and his shoulders. New ribs formed before pushing apart from one another, expanding his rib cage. His spine lengthened, his neck elongated, and his face got numb as his lower jaw and nose began to push forward, his elfish features melting away slowly. He mounted his mate, fucking him, feeling more amazing than he had his entire life.

The blue dragon let out long, low, deep growls of satisfaction, claws digging into the rock and dirt. He loved to consume the quicksilver, to feel time stretch out into oblivion, but this was far better than the drug alone. He had found a mate, to fill that void inside of him, and he was turning into a handsome dragon with a sweet, sweet ass and an amazing dick.

Daen felt confidence rising in himself as he grew taller, wider, and stronger. His hands were expanding, covered in scales, becoming stronger and lankier. He traced his claws down the blue dragon's hide. He'd always imagined becoming a dragon rider, but never like this... He shuddered sharply, feeling a pressure build in his forehead. It sort of hurt, but it also felt good, almost like an erection in his skull.

The flesh of his forehead got irritated, reddening, brightening before lumps formed. The lumps came to a point and the flesh reluctantly pulled back as ivory horns emerged. Daen let out a sudden roar, his teeth stretching into fangs, his tongue thickening and lengthening. His roar got deeper and deeper as he leaned down to give his blue dragon boyfriend a love bite. His forming fangs weren't sharp enough to even scratch the scales, but it did feel good to gnaw and teethe with them.

Once more the blue dragon groaned in pleasure, starting to hump the earth beneath it, panting and huffing as its mate got bigger and heavier, as all good dragons should. His wings fluttered and his tail coiled around Daen's torso, holding onto the beast fucking him. The pressure only encouraged Daen to go harder, faster, and deeper.

Daen could feel his mass increasing at an ever faster pace. He had doubled, then tripled his height. His arms stretched out like vines, his face throbbed and ached, his horns growing out taller and higher, his mouth elongating into a muzzle. His nose melded into it, his nostrils becoming slits as his ears dwindled, sinking into his skull, leaving barely visible membranes in the scales to pick up sounds.

A soft wind picked up, sweeping through his spiked hair. It had started to dry out, but it had also lost its luster. As the wind blew stronger, the hair began to blow away, released from the changing scalp as the rose gold scales swept over it. All traces of his elfish lineage were disappearing bit by bit, and Daen couldn't have cared less.

The wet, sloppy, hot sounds of the mating only grew louder as Daen slowly draped himself over the back of the blue dragon, holding on with huge paws as he fucked his mate happily, a tongue hanging out of his new draconic muzzle. He was lost in the lust, barely aware of how many hundreds of pounds of muscle and flesh and bone he had added in mere minutes. The magic coursed through his veins, and the pride of his own masculinity was infectious.

As Daen went at it, he felt a tightness in his shoulders that hadn't been there before. He winced and grunted, bearing his fangs. His hunched shoulders warped, wobbled, shifted. The flesh distended and began to stretch before scales ripped and popped, new bone and muscle forming, stretching out. His wings were small at first, coated in clear gooey juices as they developed, but as they started to fan out and open, the scales hardened, the leathery flesh toughened up and they grew into place.

Daen gave his new wings a few flaps, nearly lifting him off his mate. The blue dragon snarled, not wanting it to be over until it was over and used his tail to tug Daen back down. The rose gold dragon snarled happily, bringing his muzzle down to bite onto the blue dragon's neck. The blue dragon shuddered and let out a long roar before a huge puddle of cum began to leak out from beneath its scaled underbelly, coursing over the edges of the rocks, dribbling into the crevices.

As the blue dragon came, its hungry ass clenched even tighter around Daen's huge member. The newly forged dragon threw his muzzle back and let out a mighty roar as he felt his balls throb, his cock pulse, and a huge, hot, fast stream of cum begin unleashing into his mate. He continued to roar as he came... and came... and came. It felt like a never ending stream, and he loved it. He poured his lover so full, the sun fully setting and the moon rising before it was over.

The dragons had collapsed into a panting heap, lost in their afterglow. There were nuzzles, caresses, a slight shifting of weight. The blue dragon seemed content to remain impaled by its new lover, its dragon rider. Daen was simply adjusting to his new body, to the pleasures. He fell asleep at some point, dreaming that he fell into the Great River and was swept toward the waterfalls of Azalen, but rather than falling to his death, he pushed off the edge... and flew.

When his yellow eyes opened and a hot breath blasted out of the nostrils in his muzzle, he came a bit more into his lover. The blue dragon purred beneath him, still mostly sound asleep. Daen smiled slowly, remaining curled up, looking out across the mountain range, the valley below, and the great river that glistened like a silver ribbon in the moonlight. Daen had achieved something far grander than he had imagined, a far greater purpose... but perhaps that wasn't enough. Perhaps... he was meant for greater things.

If the blue dragon had liberated him from his existence so easily, were there others that deserved that kind of life? Were there other curious elves? Were there brave humans? Unique orcs? Were there beings that... he could elevate to the level of dragon? Could he... hatch a brood of dragon boys to join him in such pleasure?

As Daen thought about it he started to slide his immense dragon cock back and forth in his lover again, licking his scaley lips. The blue dragon growled happily, pushing his ass back and forth against his lover, slowly waking up and bracing against the fucking. The blue dragon craned its neck over and clawed at the ground, breaking through the shale to reveal another pool of quicksilver. It leaned down and began to gulp and drink and slurp at the substance.

Almost at once Daen could feel his mate's ass get hungry again, pulling and tugging on his cock, trying to take it as deep as it could go. Daen snarled and growled, biting his lover's shoulder as he fucked him, picking up the pace again. He knew he would set out in the morning to recruit more dragons, to turn other curious young men into his dragon sons and brothers, but until then, until the sun rose, he'd give his new mate a night he would never forget... and he was going to enjoy every second of it.