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Dragon Breeding, Book 1

Much Needed Alterations

John strolled slowly down the old street, he looked around at the old buildings that made up the historic town center of Hawk Grove, Texas. Like any other man of Texas he stood proudly, looking men in the eye, and offering each that returned his gaze a proper greeting, a small nod. When they returned a tip of their hat or a nod it made each man feel a burst of pride. This was Texas, the country that had become a state and yet still held true to many of the old ideals. Strength, independence, and loyalty. The three pillars of what make a Texas man.

He paced around the town square waiting for his sister Beth to finish her business at the small art seller, hoping to showcase some of her hand made sculptures and paintings, something that caught John's eye; a tiny woman, almost a girl in stature, with wrinkles in her sun seared skin. She wore boots and held a leather bag made with the strangest leather he had ever seen. She noticed his looks and like any woman in Texas with a "secret" she marched right over.

"I see you appreciating my fine leather crafts young man." Her voice rang clear, a silver bell peeled behind her words. A piercing sound but not unpleasant.

"Yes ma'am, I have never seen leather of that kind before. What kind of animal does it come from?" He avoided glancing at the patterns again, they looked like the scales of a lizard but, with the size and regularity only found in artifice. "I know a thing or two about leather myself and I have never seen anything like that. It looks real as can be, but that pattern..." He paused glancing down, he ached to touch it, to feel for the faux, greasy feeling, or the softness of cloth and rubber that some people tried to pass off as the real thing.

"That's a personal secret." She peered up at him, for such a small woman her gaze was calculating and piercing. She appeared to be weighing options. "But I assume you're here with your lady friend. So how about I give you something for her. I have some sample items I use as gifts. It's all hand made by me and my farm hand Nelson." She turned and when he didn't immediately follow frowned and turned back to him. "I can't be out here waggin my jaw all day, now either come get something precious for your lady, and maybe learn my secret, or stay there and let the doubt eat at ya, like with both know it will." She turned and selfassueredly walked away.

"She's my sister, but I know she'd appreciate it just as much Ma'am." He smiled in response to her abrupt speech and he followed the older woman to a beat up old farm truck. The back was packed full of sacks of oats and other grains, likely for some large animals. He followed her around to the driver side of the truck and she tossed her bag in before turning. "Out of the way ya big oaf. You're blocking the road." She swatted at him absently as one would an animal too dumb to move on its own.

"S'cuse me." He grunted instinctively and squeezed himself up against the black van behind him. Or that was his intention anyway. The door flew open and with more speed than he would have expected the woman jammed a dart into his thigh. Before he could do more than grunt and look down into her eyes he felt the drug she'd shoved into him taking effect. "Ssss-" He slumped back as his muscles turned to wet noodles and felt strong arms yank him into the van. The dark interior was bad enough but he couldn't find the strength to get himself to move. It was like trying to make a slinky bounce, his limbs kept flopping like a fish on land. Moments later the door slid shut and strong hands turned him onto his back and began binding him tightly as only an experienced cowboy could. In less time than it took him to get dressed each morning he lay bound at ankle, knee and waist. His hands had been laid across his chest, as though he were hugging himself, before being bound tightly. It was like a rope straight jacket. The old man, for he seemed as aged as the woman, pulled open his jaw and secured a tight ring gag into it before pressing a ball type gag into the hole.

The drug was taking him deeper, his senses were blending as his mind slowly faded into black.

Beth shook hands with the woman. "I'll be here this weekend to drop off my work. I hope you have enough storage space, some of them as tall as me." She held her hand above her head and with a wink turned to go. Her little brother should have been sitting there waiting. But he was gone. She peered around the old square, not seeing him she looked for the truck she'd driven in. The 2016 Chevy sat just where she'd parked her. She pulled out her phone and called, for a second she thought she heard his ringtone off to the right. Though as she looked more closely all she could see was an old lady climbing into her truck. They looked at each other then the woman turned on her vehicle and drove out. The truck was clearly full of feed, after a minute the van parked next to where the woman had been followed after.

Frustrated, she called again, this time she very clearly heard his dopey Naruto theme song playing nearby. It was silenced but she heard it clearly this time. It was in the van pulling out and away from her. She bolted to her truck, jumped in and was on her way with squealing tires.

The van shaking and pulling up to a stop was enough to rouse him momentarily but he passed back out to wake up hanging over a saddle. He blinked away the dizziness and looked around. The world was upside down.

He lay across a padded beam of some kind with his legs bound out to the sides and his arms still held himself in the straightjacket position from before. He peered around between his outstretched legs, noticing his clothing had been cut off and tossed to the side. With a grunt he tested the knot work pulling on the ropes and shackles on his ankles to find any live points, but there were none.

As he watched two people stepped into his line of sight and he watched as they walked up close behind him. "He'll be a prize bull. If we can get him changed quickly and in with the females he'll end up as the perfect studd for our sows." The old woman's voice still held that musical note.

"Yep" was the only response of what must have been the thin older man.

"Get the needles ready and make sure not to waste any. Then spread the pheromones and release the bull. We can't have any more die like the last ones... it's hard gettin rid of human bodies."

John heard that and pulled on his bindings harder. The needle jammed into his ballsack made him cringe and then scream as the old man shot something into his ball! He whimpered as the pain receded only for the other to get the same treatment. When the man removed the needle with a tug, John lay there. His face was red from hanging upside down and not the needle, that's just how people look hanging upside down.

The old man walked around to the side of him and before he had a chance to protest another injection went into the flesh at the base of his skull. "Now don't move John, or you'll end up parylized." The soft woman's voice chimed in from his other side. As he turned to look at her she tossed his wallet back to his pile of clothing and began to pet his round mound of thick ass cheek. "You're already caught so you may as well enjoy it. From the way they go on I can only imagine what it must feel like." Was that a flash of envy?

John tried to curse the woman when he began to feel it, whatever had been in those syringes was taking effect. He peered down under himself and looked at his dangling sack. It was stark white, he stared eyes wide as fear slowly filled up the socked silence in his mind. The only white flesh like that he had seen was dead, he thought with a shudder. He watched with strident fear. The skin around his balls was also changing into the white. His scream of fear was blocked by the gag and the crushing fear crested, with the blood pooling in his head he passed out with the added stress.

Beth sat in her truck at the treeline, the old ranch house out in front was much like any other, and the old grey wooden out buildings seemed in the same state of disrepair as the rest of the property, but this is where the truck and van had pulled in. The old mailbox had Morris painted on it in chipped and sun bleached paint. Unable to see any moment from here Beth pulled her old coyote gun from the holster under the seat where she kept it and checked the cartridges in the five round cylinder. It was just an old 33. Her dad had given her but it would do the job. She cocked the gun and cautiously walked around the treeline approaching the house from around the side, hidden mostly by the tree she crept to the old stable and lifted the slat window to peer inside. It was utterly dark.

With a sigh she uncocked her revolver and slid through the window peering into the deep darkness. It was hard to breathe here, like some moist thick almost cloying oppressive smell mouldering in the dark. Something like sex and a pine forest. The light cut off as she silently lowered the slat back into place and used the small beams of light from cracks in the walls to navigate the deeper darkness in front of her. Should have brought a flashlight, she thought to herself as something moved off to the side, it was massive, the height of a cow but much longer. It was so quick, serpentine almost.

It was too quick for her to more than recognize its size before it was on her. The massive beast picked her up and she slammed into the wall as it pinned her. It held her tight, her legs dangling in the air as the thing came into sight. It was a fucking DRAGON.

The old man was walking back over to where he was bound. Beside him walking sedately was a massive lizard. It stood as high as his shoulder and it's colorful scales were bright and shone the shining red gold of a goldfish, the rest of it was right out of his Arthurian tales, or video games. It had a massively long tail that almost appeared blade flare compared to the rest of it. Long claws that seemed retractable like a cat's claws. Even barely moving to stay beside it's handler it looked immensely fast and deadly, but something about it spoke of intellect. He stared at the living legend, it didn't have wings as he would have expected, this must have been one of the earth type dragons used as mounts and manual labor. Why was the sight of it making him horny?

The dragon's eyes locked on with John's and something passed between them. It was like looking to the eyes of a great gentle beast, a bovine or maybe something even more intelligent. John felt a sudden slap, and reverberations filled the small area between the barns and the old home.

"So, John." The tiny woman walked around before him and caressed his cheek. "Here's the deal. We stumbled on something. Out of nowhere one of the sow's we got started changing. Just like that big ol' bull there. We nearly put the old girl down till our farm hand realized what we had. Some altered genes coded by those whackos over in Korea." She began to pet him, his eyes full of disgust as he tried to shake her hand from his naked shoulder. "This is going to become a booming industry, we already have sellers and large scale industries are salivating over the scales and gem like claws." She reached under him, extending something in the stand so that he was now more stable, she locked some kind of collar around his throat and secured hsi head to the same base. Now that he was totally immobilized he could only watch as the massive dragon was led inexorably toward him. His fear mounted even higher, but something about the beast was drawing him in. "You see the genetic code can overwrite any mammal's and replace it with that of the predatory genes."

Her words were nonsense to him, he was educated but he was more into marine life than herd animals like cows, and maybe like dragons? He paused reevaluating his bondage. "Which is why we need our males here to spread the genetic material. Just like the syringes you were injected with. We have already begun the process. I hope it's enjoyable for you. Though at this point it doesn't matter, whether you want it or not you're already changing." She had walked around behind him and her small hand gripped his balls. They felt massive in her tiny hands, almost hot against her cold hands. Something about her grip felt off, like his bits were much bigger than he was used to, instead of being the size of eggs, they felt like baseballs. Bound as he was he could only gauge from her grip and the swollen feverish heat in them.

John closed his eyes trying to clear an odd haze from his brain. It was growing hard to think, between the uncontrollable fear and the growing level of heat in his loins. His mind struggled to accept the concepts the old woman had revealed. One thing that had stuck though was the predatory genes, what they had shot into him. They'd injected him with-

His focus was pulled back as the dragon had crossed the space between them now. It's long tongue caressed his face, like it was tasting him. His eyes locked on big beast's and sympathy lay there. It avoided his gaze now, John couldn't turn to follow it's movement so all he could watch was the thrashing of it's tail and then he noticed it. The dragon's massive cock a foot long dangled from between its legs. Grunting into his gag his breathing reached a fevered pace, but this served to only increase the heady distant feeling he was experiencing. It wasn't new, this feeling, but something he seemed to have forgotten. Times long gone when he couldn't process, and his body reacted just like it was right now. He struggled through the haze obscuring his mind, memories of his high school life kept taking precedence in his mind, holding firm in his mind as if he were supposed to pull something from them.

One scene kept popping back in, every time he shoved it aside trying to think, it reasserted itself. It was just an old memory from his sophomore year:

He sat with his back to the rest of the guys he pulled on his clothes without showering something about the smell, it was making him hard. Uncontrollably hard, he tried to hide his dick before anyone noticed he was boning up in front of everyone. With a grunt he shoved his dick into his jeans trying to zip them up. The scent of the sweat and hormones were filling his brain, pushing reason aside and he felt fearful that someone might notice, he was panting as hard as they'd done after running the mile during the physical testing.

John panted fully now, his mind clearing for a moment as he remembered the musky male scent he'd been so altered by. He was reacting as he had in high school surrounded by the male scent and his own budding sexual identity. It was like he was back in that room, the stink so rancid and dirty, was filling his brain with things he couldn't process. Breathing deeper and slower he tried to understand what he was feeling, he'd been fine until the dragon had come into sight. As the dragon had come closer, his brain had become more and more distant and fogged. The male dragon stink clung to his brian, an earthy kind of sweet scent, like leaves moldering in fall, or hay drying in bales, but with the added maleness of a hard working man after a long day's work.

It hit him, his mind convulsed as the gravity of this struck him. If it had been a physical blow he would have suffered a lot of damage. He blinked away some of the mental fog and tried to hold his breath, if he didn't breathe its scent, maybe he could stop the stink from altering him, controlling him. His lungs froze and he clamped the nasal passages closed and stopped bringing in air. The pressure in his lungs and belly was a bit rough because of how he was strapped over the breeding bench. The thought clicked home and he actively realized where he was bound. With every ounce of strength he had while still holding his breath he jerked at his bonds trying to see where the dragon had gone he peered left and right as much as his bound head would allow.

He felt it then, the wet slick something pressing at his ass. It pressed at his nuts and a sudden hot moist blast of air hit his taint making him shiver and exhale about half the air he'd been holding in. Since when had his skin been so sensitive back there? He thought to himself grunting again. The hot moist air teased along his flesh before he could stop himself, a panting breath filled him and the cloudy brain fog came back with a vengeance.

He was lost.

Beth would have screamed or used the revolver if she hadn't dropped it on the first massive impact. As her lungs recovered and air filled them once more she let her eyes adjust until she could see the massive blue tail pinning her to the wall. She struggled to believe this was reality, her legs dangled several feet off the floor. The beast could have utterly destroyed her, the mass of muscle and power it would take to swing the massive flattish rudder of a tail must have been immense. Beth didn't struggle, hoping not to provoke a massive lizard that she still couldn't quite believe was real. She raised a hand and slowly rubbed at the scales on its burnished surface.

"You're beautiful." Her whisper barely audible, must have reached the being, moments later she was being lowered to the ground gently. In the darkness the beast moved forward pressing its angular snout against her body, it's hot moist breath between her thighs sent a deep red flush suffusing her skin in the darkness. This caused even more reaction. A massive clas tugged at her Levi's pulling them away from her skin before slicing through the denim as if it were room temp putter. Beth shuddered at how close those deadly claws were to her sex. The thrill of fear was working against her, as her arousal heightened.

She'd always loved horses and bigger animals, the musky scent of them comforting for her as they beasts seemed more noble and majestic, as naturally beautiful as anything human made cold not. This massive thing was affecting her in ways she couldn't have expected. Her nipples had begun to feel more sensitive and her pussy had begun to get moist. The thing's hot breath only made her reactions worse. Throwing away her fear and disgust at what she was feeling she spread her legs offering herself to its inspection.

It skipped right ahead to it's tongue, the thick damp muscle pressed to her crotch sliding all the way to her pelvis before slowly licking forward, it shuddered as if it were having just as much trouble as she was. Her arousal continued to heighten and before she could process why she slowly began to grind on to it's tongue. The tongue pulled away and she whimpered with need, her arousal still mounting. She reached forward for the massive creature and it seemed surprised into halting its movement.

She leaned forward and kissed the massive snout, her tongue slipping forward to taste the lip. The musky scent of it's arousal was hitting her. A massive paw came forward as it reared up taking her with it, she felt like a doll next to it's crested chest. While she had a second she pulled her top off, the light cotton fell away and her pale brown nipples rubbed into the dragon's scales gently as it carried her. Her breath caught and the depth of her need became even more apparent.

It laid her gently on a table, the cleaned space held coils of rope and odds and ends that all barns seemed to have, small scraps of leather that'd been trimmed and random bolts and nuts.

What held her attention though was the new scent, it was like pinesap and male semen. It captured her attention and held it as the beast lowered it's head to hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss as the bare tip of its tongue entered her mouth before more, and more entered. It pressed past her throat and undulated there. What must have been it's penis was being pressed against her outer lips, slowly pressing past gentle in was she had thought it was not capable of. It's touch was tender and careful as though it knew just how easily it could seriously hurt her.

With a grunt she felt it rubbing the glanz of her clittoris and while she thought she might pass out from the tongue gently blocking her throat the pleasure from her clit kept her mind sharp and filled her with sudden need she hadn't felt since the hormones of her adolescence. The tongue removed itself, with a loud wet noise, she gasped for more than just breath. The prehensile penis worked at her clit going in small shapes just like her ex David used to. It was like she was receiving the best cunalingus of her life. She couldn't really express what was happening but the biological need to be filled overcame whatever was left of her fear or caution.

"Fuck me," Her husky whisper caused the dragon to pull back enough to look her in the eye and blink once before placing it's massive paw in place just above her shoulder. It's muscular tapered cock teased her slowly as it slithered slowly towards her hole, she writhed and jerked as the feelings within his pussy made her weakened mind numb with need and passion.

John couldn't stop it, couldn't react, he was so helpless he couldn't even scream or beg for mercy, the massive snout pulled back. There was little reprieve though as something even more slimy pressed at his exposed hole, it must have been the thing's tongue as it slowly traced a circle around the hole. John convulsed with need and desires he had never felt, his hole clenched although he'd never been fucked he had used toys on himself, this was nothing like those. This was living flesh as it teased and tormented him. His legs were trembling with his need, but the bonds held him firmly in place as he tried to thrust his needy hole back into the tongue knowing what he did. Tears filled his eyes.

His eyes caught movement off to the side towards where the barn lay. A green and blue scaled dragon was being led toward him. It's cock had already extended and it pranced forward as far as it dared, as the old man walked beside it, keeping to his own pace. The man pulled up close and pulled the gag from his mouth, John let his mouth fall open while he closed his eyes. The pressure at his hole was slowly increasing as the tongue pressed in slowly, like a moving train he could do nothing but wait for it to move. His hole spasmed as the massive tongue pressed his hole open..

"Keep calm boy, it takes a few days for the change but you'll be happier then you've ever been while it's happening. These males know how to help, just let them." The old man spoke in a whisper only John or the dragon with him would hear.

John looked at the man and again saw sympathy. The dragon gently nosed the man aside and pressed its snout against John's face. The dragon turned its head slightly and peered into John's eyes with one sapphire starburst of his own. It nodded once and smiled a bit before slathering John's whole face with it's massive tongue. It played at his lips pressing in slowly, he tried to fight it but his struggle was pointless, the agile tongue gently and ever so slowly pressed in, John grunted and finally relented when the thing slipped past his teeth. The heat had been held at by the shocking revelations from the rancher, but that he was being filled from both ends his gay dreams were being fulfilled by two massive legends.

The tears from moments ago forgot the heat crashed down on him again, sealing his brain in a haze of heat and need. His ass clenched on the tongue and the male behind shivered for some reason before he truly began working John's tight asshole, pressing the tongue in until the muscles tightened in pain. At that point John felt like his colon were being cleaned by a roomba, he could feel gentle bumps bulging out from his belly. Before he realized what happened the tongue pulled free from hi hole, which shuddered empty and slowly closed, with the speed of molasses sliding down the side of its botte.

The dragon in his mouth pulled out and hopped up onto the table as the male behind did the same, he felt their bodies atop his and shuddered with need. He peered down at the cocl slowly approaching his mouth and licked for it, the dragon's spittle mixed with his own falling from his tongue. "Please."

The dragon thrust forward hard, its cock shoving in and working John's jaws hard. The human unable to move or adjust his throat mentally begged for more, his own cock was dripping, but a moment later things got even better when his asshole was pierced by the tapered dragon cock behind him, he could hear them kissing and nuzzling each other over him, their saliva fell in bands onto his body. Silent, unable to breathe and now thoroughly fucked he felt like his body was being split from both ends.

The males were really getting into the fucking, and the human between them was just as rabidly enjoying being used. The musk in the air had doubled in strength, his mind was totally blank no, he was a living toy and nothing else mattered but the musk and his holes being used. His vision began to darken and his lungs burned.

It was too much the musk, the hard fucking, the dragons using him. He felt his cock exploding with cum and lay there luxuriating in the cocks wrecking both ends. Oddly he could feel his belly bumping the table underneath him over and over and his weak mind couldn't process that. But as the fucking continued and the inability to breathe mounted as a concern he remained hard. The girth of the dragon dick where it entered was enough to constantly buzz his prostate. Instead of cumming he was steadily being milked, drop after drop, his balls were being forcibly emptied. As his vision failed and he passed out he could feel the cocks squirting inside him, it was a feeling he needed more of.

Beth had never been one for big dicks, in the relationships shed been in, she was usually the one fucking her boyfriends. People were always so surprised when they found out just how much Texas men loved getting fucked in the butt. She had a drawer filled with different cocks, ones she used with different purposes in mind, torture, getting off quick. She was a master bator.

But this was something entirely different, she had never needed dicked so bad in her life, the dragon had pulled it's tongue out aand she remained still even through his hard fucking because of the pa by her shoulder pinning her in place. Her body jerked over and over and the fat tapered cock was searing into her harder and harder as the thing grew closer to its orgasm. Her pussy was so stretched when he pulled back it felt like a street cone had been jammed up inside.

It opened it's mouth like it was going to roar but snapped it's jaws shut and slammed itself into Beth one final time. His massive cock nearly lifted her from the table as it began to spew its load up into her. It came, and came, Beth lost track of how much went into her.

As she lay there, her mind wandering and her body so thoroughly fucked she couldn't have walked or stood had she any desire to do so. The dragon looked around on top of her as if it were watching for someone and again lifted her. She could feel the cum trying to drip from her gaping pussy, but the dragon gripped her thighs and reared back on its hind legs while balancing on its tail slowly and carefully walked to a stall with the name "SweetPea" on it. He moved inside and set her down gently on his hay and closed the door with a snap of the exterior lock engaging. Beth was exhausted, she had never been so thoroughly fucked and just the thought of moving her body to try to continue on her quest to rescue John made her legs jerk helplessly.

The massive blue and orange markings on its body were much more apparent on this side of the barn, here the sun fell through an opened window that led out to the massive pastures behind the ranch. She could almost see them through the cracks in the wood. SweetPea hesitantly sidled up to her as if afraid she would reject him and curled around her. His tongue began to tap at her closed legs and after a moment she opened them for him, with his help.

She was too exhausted to think anymore, her eyes were sliding shut slowly. SweetPea was shoving his tongue up into her. She tried to shoo him away but he ignored her protestations and continued to push his tongue up inside her body. As she lay in a mental fugue she heard doors opening and through the cracks in the wooden enclosure she could see the bodies of two other dragons moving past, she lay in silence afraid to say anything while the dragon continued to eat her out.

As SweetPea dug into her pussy over and over his snout gently caressing her clit. She stifled a moan as she tapped him on the snout, her pussy clenching as her orgasm mounted. She collapsed back into the hay that smelled so much like SweetPea it was beginning to drag her back into that haze of sex starved helplessness. SweetPea made an odd chuffing noise and his deadly claw replaced his snout as the thin hard material rubbed and grinded into her clit while the tongue continued to undulate against her insides. He skillfully drew out the orgasm she was experiencing, she lay back cumming more than she thought was possible. The musky stink of SweetPea was heightening her need and excitement. Unable to take it any longer she began playing with her nipples, her eyes closed as colors burst behind her eyes, like fireworks bouncing around in her skull. The tell-tale toe cramp accompanied another raging orgasm. Her pussy was so wet now the dragon must have been dripping with her fluids.

It was too much, her exhausted body shuddered wracked with sensory overload. Her head was stuffed full of hazy musk and the helpless explosions of the sustained orgasm the dragon seemed unwilling to allow to stop, her legs shook with the weakness from the earlier fucking and this current steady asssult. She tried weakly pushing him away but he stubbornly resisted as another cresting wave of the super extended orgasm pressed her into the darkness of unconsciousness while the dragon made his soft chuffing noise and pulled out of her.

John woke with a massive headache, he lay in a pile of hay. His eyelids hung half closed as the beam of light streaming in nearly blinded him. His gag was back and the ache in his jaws told him it had been in for a while. With a grunt he tried to roll over, to get the sun out of his face and found himself wedged between the two males who had used his body like a cock sleeve. Something about that was a turn on but this time he held his breath as he tried to push himself up. He got partially to his knees when something yanked his legs out from under him and pulled him unceremoniously onto the green and blue scaled claws of the beast who'd caused his current head pain. As he struggled to get away his efforts at holding his breath only bade his escape harder, so he relented and began to breathe in the stink from the two males.

He looked up at the dragon who had pulled his lips back in the hellish sharp toothed parody of a smile. As he grunted and feebly tried to pull away he looked down at his ankle and realized he had been tethered to the male's front right paw. John gave up, his body ached, but it more felt like he'd slept rough and not been abused by the massive cocks of two males. Odd.

He sat up waiting for the pain he assumed would hit him. Though nothing happened, he felt as fresh as he had before all the inexplicable happenings from the day before. The blue and green dragon tilted his head so he could watch John more closely. Something in its eyes felt intelligent. He was being watched by this massive thing and some part of it held true intelligence. John reached up trying to find the clasp to the gag, and watched the dragon for an attempt to stop him before he was able to pull it out. It slid free with a wet "schlorp" noise, the long throat locking toy he hadn't even felt till it flopped against his leg.

He cleared his throat and as he opened his mouth the dragon raised one clawed toe and made the shushing motion. John blinked away his surprise and took a much closer look around the dragon. It was an emerald and sapphire beast whose scales shone like lacquer work. As he breathed the musk seemed to be much less harmful to his mind and its functions than it had been yesterday. Just thinking about what'd he'd been through made him shiver, and even though he wanted to deny it, it turned him on. As his cock would attest.

The dragon noticed this and slapping a gentle paw onto John's lower body it used one of its claws to tease and caress John's cock, which was already leaking. John noticed something else too, his cock seemed to be bigger, well maybe longer was more apt. His normal six inches of hardness would likely measure eight or maybe even more. "What the hell did those psycho's do to me?" He asked the barn quietly, but in answer the dragon stretched out its long neck and pulled a basket from a hook on the other side of the enclosure.

The dragon placed it on it's paw for him while still teasing his cock. John moaned at the attention to his dick and pulled the basket to where he could see inside it. There was a thermos and some apples, then a note.

Dear John, We've had to run to Dallas for the day and won't be back. The boys are going to take care of you, so when the pheromone blocker wears off you'll likely end up between my boys again. This time We won't keep you bound, Pa talked me out of keeping you on the preceding frame till you were fully controllable like my beauties. Anyway, you'll be hungry so we left you some fruit, drink what's

in the thermos, it'll fill you up and help you.

Love Ma

He gave a grunt after sniffing the soup. It was of a kind he had never smelled or seen. A white almost eggy consistency with a heady musk that seeped into his mind like a soft cushion pressing everything away. It had to be some kind of sedative. "Well who knows. Maybe it'll make things easier like she said." He spoke to himself but glanced over at his new captor, or companion and grunted as the beast nodded once.

With a grunt of annoyance he sipped at the salty sweet soup, it wasn't hot but a warmth still remained. Just enough to make it palatable. John chugged it, the musky flavor somewhat like a tripe soup or some other offal, but sweeter and the musk under rode every other flavor. It was nostalgic somehow while also-

His cock stood out hard and straining.

"Well that's-" He paused, swallowing back a rush of saliva as he noticed the massive cock of the dragon before him. Something drew his eyes back to his cock which now appeared more white, like his skin had been covered in lycra or latex. It felt even better than normal but he sat watching the thick cock slowly slipping away. Like a clam retracting its limb, his cock was drawing into his body.

Whatever had been working on his mind dimmed as utter fright filled his being. Some innate part of him cried out as what made him feel secure in his maleness slowly receded into... some kind of flaps that were developing on his crotch, somewhat like a woman's flaps but tighter. As his cock totally disappeared the flaps closed and where his balls and cock had once been there was a smoothness, his hair fell out as he watched. His thick pubes fell away and all that was left was null. He looked almost the same as his sister's Ken dolls.

As he reached a shaking hand down to touch, a massive paw slammed him into the hay hard enough for his ribs to creak. As he looked up into the males eyes, he saw the wicked smile curling those lips. John peered up at him as he felt something slick and hard pressing at the flaps of skin that had eaten his cock. With a whimper of fear he opened his mouth just enough to speak when the dragon bucked in a very horse-like jerk and it landed reversed, its prehensile dick pressing all over John's face.

His slit was being assaulted as well, the tongue, forked and yet also prehensile dug deep into the moistness of his inner warmth, so much stimulation all he could do was pant and quiver from the waist down. A grunt spilled from John and the dragon found his mouth, pressing in hard, the sudden widening of his jaws jerked John's attention from the sensations in his new slit to the fat cock probing into him. It slid into his throat and the weight of the dragon slowly compressed him into the hay, it was gentle now, as it pressed him down and stopped just shy of pain.

John tried to struggle, but somehow the dragon had pinned all four of his limbs under its bulk. Just as he began to recognize the depths of his plight, the massive dick pulled out of his throat, John panted mouth open and sucked in breath after breath. The tongue had him harder than he thought possible and he began thrusting his slit up into the dragon's snout.

Again the massive cock drew his attention as acrid piss sprayed his face. A steady stream poured over John he grunted and shook his head gasping for air. The dragon grunted and plunged its cock back into his throat, the massive hind legs holding his head still just long enough for the pissing cock to slip past his lips once more.

He lay stunned, the hot piss, more bitter than anything he'd ever tasted, but also somehow sour and sweet. It was like being forced to drink down some weird tasting beer. It even fizzed in his mouth as the massive cock shoved down into the helplessly stretched throat. Somehow the piss eased the ache. The warmth drew the pain away as it rushed into him.

But the problem was beginning to grow. Meaning his belly, the massive amount of cum and piss in his belly had explained his limit, and yet the dragon continued to piss into him.

Beth could feel it, the change was so strong in her. It was obvious now, the beast was turning her into something else. She could feel her insides pushing around and the clit she had always thought a little big was aching with need as it twitched. Her hand was pressed against it slowly working circles and other shapes mindlessly into it. It was swelling, and before she realized it she was slowly jerking off. The skin of her clit pulling back and leaving the thickening cock between her legs widened in her grip. It pulled into a tip and Beth wildly jerked at it, the heat in her genitals almost palpable, the shuffling of the beast beside her meant nothing as the need to orgasm grew higher and higher.

A claw knocked her hand aside and as she growled in primal fear and desire her mind slipped even further, as the beast grasped her tail and forced his fat cock deep inside her asshole.

Tail?

The cock pushed all thought out of reach and the musk invading her mind forced the drooling female to jerk and whimper as the male went back to fucking her holes, this time though it lifted her up and rolled to it's back leaving her impaled on his huge dick. She stared dumb and squeezed her ass around him. His massive claws gently titillated her skin as its color changed. She could see her skin shifting, her heavy tits swayed less and the growing of her cock made every thrust in her ass feel like falling in a bed of electric feathers.

Her skin tingled as though a slight shock was running through her, almost like goosebumps, but more. Her tight belly bulged out as the hard cock thrust deeper and harder, the skin altering into a sapphire and emerald green, the markings so bright and jewellike Beth assumed her eyes were playing tricks. As her new cock began to slap at her belly she reached down and began to jerk it again, this time the big male ignored it working his own orgasm up.

Beth slid her hands up and down her massive cock, it must have been ten inches, and it wasn't done growing. She felt such pleasure around the glanz that her pussy began to drip. Her panting breaths suffused her being with the musk she was now becoming addicted to. The Heady stink was affecting her mind again, in such delicious ways, her pussy and ass weren't even aching after all that fucking and something about that seemed wrong.

What had been a somewhat pleasant experience suddenly altered. The bones in her legs were twisting, her thigh bones shortening, with more thickness, while her tibia, and fibula lengthened. Her feet contorted drawing into long paws that would leave her balanced on the thick leathery pads on the ball of each... paw?

Her metatarsals thickened and her toes became clawed. The coloring a bit like a Dobberman, was green at her feet and half part way up became the blue of a shining gem. But the warping of her bones sent massive shudders of pain ripping over her legs, then spine, then arms. The changes sped up as they began, but all the while the male was fucking away. Her head was changing as he finished in her... they're ass. With a shuddering growl Beth collapsed on the hay, her limbs shaking and jerking in pain. Her fingers became thick and blunt, the claws sharp and retractable.

Her panting breaths became more beautiful and the moans that left her lengthening neck sounded more and more like a male dog's whimper. She groped for her body then her long neck swung around and she could see it, her body was no longer her own, or even human. Her skull was lengthening now, a long snout pulled out from her face. Her scaled skin shone blue, the reflective scales shone in the low light as a stray beam from the slat walls fell on her as she shook.

Her vision went black and as she blinked blindly, her nose stopped processing information and her ears jerked as the skin closed around the holes pressing her paw to the side of her head there was no longer anything to touch. With a whimper she heard far too loudly in her blind and deafened state, she linked continually until the light returned to her eyes.

But what she found as she looked about made her jaw drop.

She could see everything, even in this dark and dingy building her vision was like a falcon's, she could easily pick out the fibers in the boards across the barn from her. Her ears cleared and she wiggled them, and froze when they actually flopped around atop her skull. She was well and truly a dragon now. She could hear the small family of field mice who had nested inside of the wall opposite Sweet Pea's pen.

The last sense to return to her was her sense of smell, and by far this was the one that had changed the most. As she took in a breath, her mind reeled as the strong scent of the musk broke down for her finally. It was such a beautiful enticing thing, it held notes of sweat and musk, yes, but in its depth she could smell the plants Pea had eaten, the other males he had been with (but not females?), and the sweet perfume of his pheromones. These were what had been making her head go woozy. She could differentiate them now, as if the scent receptors in her snout had been altered to 20 thousand times their original strength.

She could smell like her old bloodhound Duke. This thought echoed in her for a moment, until she sniffed out a new scent, another changing creature, still human-esque smelling, but quickly altering as it's insides became like her. She stood and peered in the way he lay between two Massive males, both of which were using his body as a fuck toy. Something about this sent excited shivers down her spine, and as she stood she could feel the strength and power built into her new bones and muscle. She was well and truly a dragon.

The piss had tasted like a sweet salty beer, bitter and somehow refreshing. Normally the thought of something like that would have made him queasy but something about all this made him so relaxed and calm, if immensely horny. The dragon eventually stopped pissing and by that point he lay in an inebriated puddle, not noticing the approach of the other male. They gently lay him on the bales of hay stacked by the stall door and pressed themselves down onto him.

John rocked as the two males used him. His body was exhausted, so tired he could barely twitch a muscle, and any thought of actually moving was absurd. He felt like every muscle fiber in him had begun to twist and flex, like some wicked E-stim, sending jolts of power into his flesh to make them dance. This, while very weird, wasn't at all uncomfortable. Infact John could feel just how much he was enjoying it, as the two males, one brownish bronze and the other reddish orange, pressed their massive dicks into his throat and asshole. He was so relaxed and utterly turned on that he didn't even recognise how he was able to breath for the first several minutes.

The dragon piss in his blood acted much the same as beer would of, making him numb, dumb, and horny as a jackrabbit in heat. This didn't really surprise him but, his breathing had not stopped, and if anything he seemed to be breathing easier. So he let them use him and tried to reach his own cock, it lay under him. The dragon's ignored his exertions and tongue fucked each other over John, while the man helplessly leaked all over the hay, the slit that held his cock felt so deep, but it actually barely contained his cock, balls, and what might have been another hole. Though he hadn't been able to explore his new anatomy.

The males cocks filled him completely and without knowing how long he stayed there being fucked, as each unloaded into him over and over. The sexual stamina of these males was incredible, they didn't seem to have the post coital depression humans did, so they could fuck constantly. He raised his hand and patted at the dragon in his throat, it totally blocked all air but as it was yanked free he didn't feel the least bit breathless.

"P-pl-" His throat, though not sore, seemed incapable of handling his words. He floppily tried to roll onto his back and eventually the brown helped. Though he didn't pull out of John's ass so it was a rather comical exercise, even for John who blushed a bit as the massive cock ground against his prostate harder, making his cock spurt a few drops of seed. Before he had a chance to appreciate the more comfortable position the other dragon mounted his throat again the pre dripping cock pressed past his lips with no resistance.

With a muffled grunt he tried to work out how he could breathe. The only thing that seemed possible was a blow hole? Like a whale. This set off an uncontrollable laugh as the human finally felt himself slipping away from the human and finding some other deeper inside. He slid his hand to his slit and began to awkwardly finger it, until he found something odd. There was more inside his slit than he imagined.

As his fingers slid into the moistness of his interior genitals he felt things he wasn't accustomed to feeling. His cock slid free and with relief his other hand began to stroke it. His questing found even more than he'd thought as his fingers found the hole and began to push in, the small internal snap and pressure that followed made him grunt around the fat dick fucking his throat, which somehow helped the massive male cum again. As John felt the semen enter him the changes became more rapid. He could feel his spine lengthening.

Other changes occurred, but the feeling was so different, he panted through the blowhole located on his forehead and his senses slowly winked out. First was his sight, then smell, and even touch became distant. It was like he was wrapped up in a cocoon. His only connection to his body was the constant fucking he was recieving, the musky males over him were relentless and if anything seemed more rabid than any other time, their massive bulk pressed in tighter over him as their cocks delved deeper than ever before, the cum leaking from them filled John up, he could feel it every time they came, the great paroxisms of pleasure that wracked their bodies.

John lay in his senseless state as the dragons fed him cum over and over from both ends. Time had no place here, just the rhythmic thrusting from both ends. The passion of it had faded, he'd been unsure why but now that passion was returning, making his thick maleness throb and jerk. Before the males had seemed like they were doing a job but this felt primal, this felt right in ways John could not understand or comprehend.

The pants turned into internal moans around the huge dragon cock, his heat was returning. With each load his body intensified the heat and pleasure of the endless moment in darkness. He felt every thick inch of cock sliding in both ends, though some new feeling was building in his throat. Like something new, but it felt like he'd acquired another prostate. This one in his mouth. It was insanity, but he could feel it. Every thrust into his throat triggered the glandular things on the back of each side of his throat.

They must have some purpose but for him it just felt like another way to increase his pleasure. This change overtaking him was so pleasurable and mind numbingly orgasmic he could barely process more than the constant motion and the terrible and helpless quality to his transformation. For it was well and truly begun now. As he felt each new body part. Some sprouted from his shoulders, some from his hips, even his ass. It was like some massive itch, but also pleasurable in ways he could not process or understand. What must have been his budding tail wrapped its lengthening girth under and around the male using his ass and penetrated the depths within the massive fully formed dragon.

Some biological drive forced him into pleasuring these males, like his body knew what it needed and regardless of the feeble mind of it's owner it would do as it must. John felt the hot warmth envelope his tail as it continued to grow, sprouting strang fin like protrusions half way down and then two massive flaps like a whale's grew out around the tip that was currently fucking the big male. It surprised them both, though the dragon atop him pulled out and grunted as he yanked his ass off the thickness of the tail tip.

John's tail quested for its warm home again while the massive male nosed John's legs open and began assaulting the slit between them. It was intense. John began to feel a cresting, as the massive tongue assaulted the new hole and flaps built into his slit. This cresting wave intensified as the male pressed in harder, spearing the new depths. John moaned and wiggled helplessly.

Sound returned first. In his head new things he couldn't possibly explain pinged about like marbles down a flight of stairs. It was incomprehensible, the things he was taking in, the beating of the hearts of the dragons inside him and the multitude of smaller animals all around. Even other dragons further back. Though only two seemed to be in the pens.

One was clearly wearing the perfume of his sister. Beth had become a dragon somehow.

Beth mewled as her dragon brain scented the others, her cock descended and began to leak as the scent of the males rabidly fucking across the barn awoke in her a primal need to procreaate. The changes to her mind were new and unknown but this need to fuck was something she couldn't ignore, she was already slinking over the railing of Pea's stall and ignoring his mewling cry.

She moved through the intervening space silently, her thick paws hushed by the hay strewn about. She could scent week old fuckings as she passed, the dragons were hyper sexual beings who seemed to get fucked and fuck as often as they breathed. It had a heady scent, dried cum and old pheromones. They still made her heart thump inside her narrow angular chest.

She poked her nose over the stall wall. When she breathed in she could scent the stink of hours of fucking. Her churring growl caught the attention of the two males fucking a smaller white and black dragon. This one sprouted wings, and fins along its hips and two places on its tail. She froze as she appreciated it's beauty. She knew only one thing as she watched the two males pulling off of it. With a small leap she cleared the fence and circled the male while the others peered at each other in what Beth could only guess was confusion.

This blue green dragon wasn't one of them.

John's mind was an aching void of need, his asshole felt so connected to the male using it that he rocked and thrust his hips back for a deeper connection, like his body was seeking to be filled and locked together with this male. Something changed though, both males stopped and began to desert him. They yanked their massive cocks from his throat and ass and moved off to one side.

The way they peered behind John made him fearful until he was surprised by the sudden hasty unpolished mounting of another dragon. It shoved its cock up inside of him. Right into the pussy he'd developed after his new slit. The cock pushed in deep and new sensations filled his brain, flashes of color and pleasure that curled his draconic toes.

The new male shone blue and green in the low light of the barn, and John panted as it railed his new poussy harder even than any of the others had been willing to. This dragon was eabidly fucking him, It was then that the scent hit him, it wasn't just the scent of male sputnik and need, cum and sweat, this was a sweet perfume. The scent was so washed out a human wouldn't have been able to notice it, but he did. It was Beth's.

Beth possessively stepped onto the male's throat looking down into it's pathetic small face as she railed the herm's pussy like a pro. Her hard thrusts were slowly shredding the bails under them and the herm was whimpering as if it wished to cry. This only made Beth that much more needy. The weakness of her partner spurred something deep in her mind into action and with a growl her teeth found the herm's throat and she took complete control of it.

Her thick maleness drove into the tight holes, her mind melting into a mass of sexual desire and the passing thoughts of her brother that had driven her to this fate faded into nothing as she finally mounted and claimed a weaker dragon's holes. This made every new chemical need in her new mind spurt to life as her first load entered her weaker partner. Her need to lay her seed into it so she could further their race made her cock throb harder and shove deeper.

Beth was fucking her pussy like she were born with that massive cock, as he lay there staring up at his sister in horror and arousal she unloaded the first load ever into his pussy. His orgasm forced himself to clamp down on her cock and in moments he couldn't think more than the gibberish of a being so fulfilled that it's mind felt like a melted bowl of ice cream sitting in the sun. No thoughts, no feelings, just the knowledge that her sister had just spewed a load of seed into her egg maker.

She bit down harder on his throat and the sudden pain woke John. The last vestiges of his human mind twisted and he shoved her away from him falling from his bail fuck table and landing in a splayed fashion with his new wings limply flopped onto the floor of the barn. The massive doors swung open and in came the old man a gun in hand. He leveled it at the new dragons in confusion and shot. John felt the tip of the tranq dart then nothing else.

Written for DriftTide