[One Shot / Commission] A Long Commitment
Things were going well for Rick Morgan, that much was certain. At twenty-six he was already a success at work and had found the girl of his dreams, a wonderful woman named Hiiro Kumada. That was how things went for him though, he had always managed to somehow come out ahead, to have things fall into place. This is not to say he was undeserving of these things, he did work very hard after all, it just seemed that he had some multiplier filtering his returns.
This odd luck of his had been particularly obvious while he and Hiiro dated. They first met at work, the day after he was promoted. The first time her dark, almond shaped eyes had met his, he had been completely overcome. Somehow he managed to land a date with her after being introduced to the team. That night went well enough despite him being nervous. Dates came and went, each better than the last. Before he knew what was going on they were happily a couple. Now, after a little more than a year he was only a few days away from taking her hand in marriage.
On this April morning specifically, there had been no traffic on the drive to the airport. Making it so Hiiro and him had arrived well before her family's flight was due to arrive. So they sat and talked, complaining about work mostly. Even now, months after their first meeting, he was completely bewitched by her. Part of it was no doubt due to the allure of her Asian heritage and how it played out in her features. Recently though, he found himself more often marveling at her quick wit than her tight ass.
"Do they know we've been sleeping together already?" he asked after they had been sitting for a few minutes.
Hiiro put a finger to her full, lavender painted lips as she thought. "Uncle does, though he tricked me into saying. So, unless he said something to Mother, no probably not."
Rick sighed, but concluded that was how things must work in families like this. "So, who's coming then?"
"Likely, it will be Mother and Grandfather, along with Uncle and Auntie Kumada." she responded, counting on her fingers. "Mother and her sister don't get along and my brother is still in South Korea on deployment, so neither of them will becoming. My youngest sister is flying in on Thursday night after she gets off of work, as is my cousin. Other than that, you've already met Shira and Keiko because they live in the area."
Despite the long list of family, Hiiro looked sad. Rick guessed it had to be from her father not being among the listed. While he knew the reason for his absence, the knowledge that he had passed only made comforting her more difficult. After being unable to come up with anything to say, he decided to simply put an arm around her. She leaned into him and for a few moments they sat there quietly until an announcement came over the speaker.
Flight 2897 from San Francisco is arriving at gate six. Flight 2897...
Hiiro sat up and stretched, making her dress shirt cling to her subtle curves. For a moment Rick could only stare as the sunlight streaming through the window danced around her silhouette. Then she got up and the hypnotizing sensation faded. "Shall we go meet them?"
The initial meeting with her family went about as well as the first time he met Hiiro's eldest sister, Shira. It started with stone faced, disapproving glances and cold monosyllabic responses. Gradually though, Hiiro's smile and her rapport with Rick gradually warmed the mood and by time they had gotten to the baggage claim area her grandfather and uncle were draped over the young man's shoulders singing badly in Chinese about the joys of being married.
Shaking the raucous old men off, Rick stooped and grabbed the bags Hiiro identified as they came past on the conveyor belt. Though battered and ragged, each looked like at one time they had been a truly marvelous suitcase. They came in all colors and sizes and seemed to not really be part of any set. Yet, each of them bore the symbol of a long serpentine dragon wrapped over itself into an eight. Each time his eyes fixed on the circular seal behind the dragon he felt an odd sense of recognition until, as he grasped the last bag, it hit him. Hiiro had a necklace with the same emblem, she had been wearing it the day they met. Thinking about it, she hadn't worn it since then. He made a mental note to ask her about it when they got a moment.
Rick handed the last bag to Uncle Kumada and picked up the largest one. Luggage and family in tow, Hiiro led the way to where they had parked. She and Rick had come separately and as they barely fit the six bags in Hiiro and Rick's trunks, it was good they had. Hiiro's Mother and Aunt got into her car, each making shooing motions at the men who proceeded to get into Rick's car. Somewhat put off, Rick put on a brave face for the drive to Hiiro's townhouse. Mercifully neither sang during the drive. Instead the pair of old men opted to fall asleep within a few minutes of pulling away from the parking spot.
An hour later Rick was hauling suitcases from the car to Hiiro's front door with her Uncle and Grandfather. Just as he settled the suitcase against the door to open it, the knob turned and he tumbled forward into Hiiro's townhouse. Hands picked him up from the side and helped him to his feet, leaving him standing - face red and nose bleeding - inside a circle of faces with expressions of concern. The room started to tilt. He felt himself falling.
The next thing he was aware of was the feeling of cool cloth on his forehead. He blinked his eyes and the world slowly came back into focus. Hiiro was bent over him, dabbing his forehead lightly with the cloth. She looked relieved, which made Rick smile at her. He began to push himself up, but Uncle Kumada placed his hand on him.
"Make sure to move slowly. Don't want to fall again," he said kindly. His other hand had a cup of water. Rick stopped and looked around. Her family was all around him, looking at their future son in law with concern on their faces.
Just great, what a fantastic impression I've made, Rick thought, I'm supposed to be taking care of Hiiro, but instead its just the opposite. He moved up a little more, shifting so his back was against the couch squarely. Hiiro sighed and leaned against him, her forehead falling against his.
"You scared me," she said quietly. "What happened?"
"I just got dizzy. I'm not entirely sure. Maybe I was just carrying too much and moving too fast."
"Well, you just sit here and relax. Mother and Auntie want to go out for a bit to the mall. Grandfather and Uncle said they would stick with you to make sure you were okay," she said, kissing his nose.
Rick chuckled lightly. They had both already known that the two other women would want to take Hiiro out shopping and sight seeing. At first Hiiro and Rick were going to try and go as a whole group, but it seemed like the women had insisted to go by themselves.
"I just want you to rest. The past few days have been a little crazy between the wedding and work, so relax."
Rick nodded and leaned forward slowly, kissing his future wife gently on the lips. He could hear her mother and aunt in the background, sighing in happiness at the action. The reaction made the lovers both chuckle slightly as they separated though their eyes stayed focused on the other.
"Come now Hiiro! Leave your man to rest!" her mother said impatiently. Hiiro sighed and stood up, turning to her grandfather and uncle.
"Please take good care of him. There is food and drink in the kitchen if you are hungry, or Rick can show you some good places to eat," she said as she grabbed her purse. "I love you, Rick."
"Love you too, 'Ro," he said. She smiled at him as she turned to leave, mother and aunt in tow. He glanced over at the two men. "I'm sorry you are stuck here with me."
"It is no problem," her grandfather said before glancing about. "Where might the restroom be?"
Rick pointed him towards the down stairs half bath and leaned back into the couch with a sigh.
"This saves time for me, actually," her uncle said with a conspiratorial glance towards the door. "Now I don't have to make up some reason to talk with you privately."
"Talk with me?..."
Uncle Kumada shuffled around in his sleeves until he pulled out a oval medallion on a leather chord. "To give you this!" he said grandly and then handed it to Rick. The metal was blank, but highly polished.
Rick's expression betrayed his confusion he looked up at the old men.
"In the simthy, we strengthen the metal by hammering and them folding the metal. That shard in particular was folded over fifty times," Hiiro's uncle started. "It is to symbolize lasting strength in the bond between you and your wife. Is also for good luck in bed, if you know what I mean," the old man finished with a wink.
Rick, now sort of getting the meaning behind the gift, smiled at the implied approval he held in his hands. Without hesitation he slipped the necklace over his head and tucked it inside his shirt.
"With that out of the way, I'm starved," Hiiro's uncle said as her grandfather returned. "What's a good place to get some grub at?"
From there, the afternoon was filled with pizza, cards, and surprisingly good times with the two men until Hiiro and her entourage returned home. Upon which the three women descended upon him, making sure his condition had not worsened. After assuring them that he had never felt better, Rick disentangled himself from the pile of attention and got to his feet to prove his point. In fact, he had never felt better.
"Were we going over to Mika's place for dinner?" he added as he took his seat again.
Hiiro nodded. "Might as well get a feel for the actual dinner, since we've got most of the party. I'll let Shira and Keiko know."
The dinner and conversation afterwords went by in a blur for Rick, as did the next day. While Hiiro was off from work to get ready he was stuck in the office holding down the fort and while there wasn't a lot of work to do, it kept him busy until it was time to head home and prevented him from dwelling on the coming weekend's event. The evening was again spent out and about, as they had to pick up Hiiro's cousins from the airport along with Rick's parents. This rounds meetings were much warmer though and it made for an enjoyable rehearsal dinner that lasted far longer than it had been planned to.
After that, Rick and a few friends went out for his last night as a bachelor. It was about the fifth drink that Rick decided to call it a night and headed to the bathroom before the walk home. As he was washing his hands, he noticed something in the mirror. His face seemed a bit red. Shrugging it off as a side effect of drinking more than his usual he headed out, but did decide to hail a cab instead of walking.
When he got home and looked in the mirror though, the coloration had spread. Worried he might be having an allergic reaction he picked up his phone to call 911 until a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Relax," Hiiro's voice cooed as he tensed. "It's me."
"I..I think..."
"It's alright, you're not having an allergy attack. Pull out the medallion that Uncle gave you and let me see it."
Not sure how Hiiro knew about the gift - much less what it would do to help the situation - Rick's curiosity overrode his fear for a brief moment as he fished around in his shirt for the metal disc. Finally finding it over his shoulder her grabbed it, only to gasp and let go of it. The surface wasn't smooth anymore! In his mind the grooves matched up with the symbol on Hiiro's necklace.
"I was worried this would happen." Hiiro said as he reacted.
Whirling about to face her and ask what this was all about Rick instead did a double take and then staggered back into the sink. Standing there was Hiiro, but her silhouette was also vaguely like one of the statues at Mika's place. The-
"-Chinese Dragon?" Hiiro's voice said, finishing his thought as she stepped into the bathroom light.
Rick stood frozen, unable to turn away as he took in his fiance's altered appearance. Her face was now streaked with shimmering emerald scales that flowed gracefully over her cheeks and brows to then plunge down her neck to the curve of her tank top. From there it blossomed out over her shoulders until it faded away further down her arms. Above her eyes, short, white horns grew out and then curved back along her hair. The hem of her skirt rippled, as similarly a scaled tail flicked idly behind her, holding Rick's gaze until Hiiro stepped towards him.
"Yes, Rick. This is what I am," she said as she pulled off the top, revealing a shimmering brace of scales that flowed down her sides, framing her pale skin with brilliant green. "It is what my family is and soon it will be what you are, too."
"Wha-what are you talking about?!? I...I..." Rick felt his legs give way, the floor tilted, and the light became oppressively bright. Then, there was nothing.
Hiiro sighed, hoping she wouldn't regret this in times to come. Two fainting spells in the course of a few days was not a good sign. Knowing she couldn't pick him up like this, she made a series of seals before her and clenched her teeth as the changes began. The scales crept over her skin, slowly devouring the pale flesh. The sounds of popping echoed in the small room and Hiiro slumped to her knees. An odd sensation of her knees both sliding back and staying planted passed over her as an equally disconcerting feeling of her spine stretching and she bit her lip until they passed.
"I will never get used to that part," she said as the glanced back at her now much more serpentine form. Struggling to her four feet, she scooped Rick up into her arms - a feat made easy by her boosted strength - and walked out of the bathroom. She placed him down on his bed and looked him over, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling the necklace off she glanced at it and then back to the red tint that was spreading over his chest right before her eyes. For some reason the change was happening much faster in them than they had expected. At a loss, Hiiro turned and grabbed the phone, quickly dialing the number to her uncle's hotel room.
"Yes?" answered his heavily accented voice.
"Uncle! He is already beginning to change!" she said in a slight panic.
"What? It shouldn't start until tomorrow night! What is he doing now?"
"Laying down. He fainted when I told him about us," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Her uncle chuckled lightly.
"Did you expect him to jump for joy? It is quite the strange occurrence after all."
"Well, yes, maybe, or...I don't really know," she said finally. "I was hoping that everything we had been through already would have given me a bit more to...work with I suppose, but apparently not."
"At least if you can get him to not freak out, we still have a chance. Remove the talisman and put some cool rags on him. The changes should slow down and maybe even make retract. Then, when he wakes up tell him about all of this."
"Yes, Uncle," she said before saying good night and hanging up the phone. She sat there for a second, staring at the talisman clutched in her talons. She floated to the bathroom and gathered some towels. Taking her time, she dowsed each of them with cold water and then rung them out, chanting softly under her breath as she let herself slowly slip back into her preferred form. After she had done this for six towels she got up off the tile floor and strode out of the bathroom. When she returned to the room, Rick was, much to her surprise, sitting up.
"Really? Dragons?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded, a bit too afraid to actually speak. He twisted his mouth in such a way that signified that he was thinking.
"I suppose I have to give up something for having such great luck in finding such a wonderful woman," he said. He looked her in the eyes, his face completely straight. "Do we at least get to have sex while flying?"
She threw a towel at him and laughed. "If you ever get good enough at flying."
Pulling the towel off his face Rick paused for a second, obviously trying to find words. Hiiro, dropped onto the bed next to him, draping a second towel over his shoulders. They sat like that for a few moments until Rick coughed.
"So...is this something that each of your sisters will do as well?"
"No, only I will get this honor of choosing and then receiving an equal partner. Each of them will likely be married to other families eventually, other dragons, for the benefit for both involved houses. Though, Uncle is trying to convince Grandfather otherwise. That the old ways don't work anymore." She looked at him with a wan smile. "So who knows? Maybe Shira will find her own Rick."
He put his arm around her shoulders, oddly finding the feeling of her scales against his skin soothing. "I certainly hope so."
She leaned into him and for another span of time they just sat quietly until her phone went off.
"Omigosh! It's already five!" Grabbing her shirt she pulled the top over her head and dashed out of the room. There was a pause then she returned, now scaleless and pressed her lips to Rick's. "See you this afternoon!" she shouted over her shoulder shortly before the door opened and closed.
"Yeah...See you." Rick said, his voice tinged gray. For a few minutes he just sat there, focused on the far corner of his apartment. When he began to nod off he fell backwards, to stare sightlessly at the dark ceiling until his eyes slid shut. When he came to, the sunlight was crouching on the ceiling above him and the talisman was again around his neck.
Eyes going wide, he grabbed it with both hands, intent on crushing or tearing it. It was hot to the touch and still getting hotter in his hands. He tried everything, but couldn't damage it. With a bestial roar he pulled at it, hoping the leather would snap. His muscles bulged, his breath sped up, but the talisman would not budge. He pulled at the strap, but it seemed affixed to his skin.
"You cannot escape!" screeched the talisman.
The silvery metal became black, a stain that emanated outward from the center of the smooth face. When the black reached the edges, the metal's heat grew unbearable. The surface began to shift, a great molten pillar growing upwards from his chest. The protrusion was about a foot high when it twisted around and a pair of scant wings that faded away opened, revealing a very pale and demented looking version of Hiiro's dragon tinged form. Four thin, bony arms hung from her wane shoulders as frazzled, tangled hair settled in clumps over them and around her scale crusted human face.
"You are mine!" she screamed as she pinned his arms and shoulders down with her hands. The blackness tipped over the edge of the medallion and onto him, slowly hardening into spiny scales. With each inch of him that was consumed, Hiiro's form slowly grew in kind. Rick could almost see the waves of muscle crawling over her bones, her ribs vanishing and her arms and shoulders bulking up until she loomed over him. Her new, much more muscular form was oddly enchanting to the trapped Rick. Her body was still somehow soft, a subtle curve tempering the hard muscle and scale. She was beyond terrifying and yet still seemed so demure. At that moment, Rick felt himself slip, his heart reaching for the twisted image of his love. As if in response, the scales began to consume him faster and their spread pushed Hiiro's form to a whole other level. To Rick, in his panicked state, Hiiro began to look more like a succubus than a dragon, as her breasts and hips began to swell and the scales crept over her skin until she was wrapped in shimmering darkness.
With only his face still free, the perverted vision of Hiiro hovering over Rick resembled a onyx snake that had eaten an hourglass twice it thickness. Each breast was larger than her still human faced head and her hips far outstripped her bolstered shoulders. As his chest rose and fell, her body shuddered, breasts and hips jiggling in an impossible way. With each breath that left his lips, she moaned in a way that made his face burn until he was sure his skin was boiling. She bent towards him, her black lips floating towards his. Desperate, he tried one last time to pull the talisman free from his neck, but his arms wouldn't even rise off the bed, such was her grip upon him. His fiancee's face twisted, crumpling into a great scowl that surged into a pointed snout. She bared her newly grown fangs and then rushed down at him, her form becoming indistinct as it enveloped his face and chest.
RICK!
He sat upright, drenched in sweat. The sunlight was just at the corner of the far wall and the ceiling.
"Earlier..."
There was a banging at his front door and he staggered to it. Through the peep hole he saw Hiiro's Uncle. With a sigh he pulled the door open.
"It is ten. Should you not be getting ready by now? The wedding is in two hours," Uncle Kumada started before Rick had even gotten the door open.
"I-wha-" Rick started, but feel silent. Shaking his head to clear it, he rubbed his necklace free neck until he felt himself calming down.
The old man's eyes narrowed. "You saw something. What was it?"
He didn't pause to think about what he said, the truth just sort of spilling from his lips. "Something that looked like Hiiro came out of the talisman, it was covered in black scales..."
The old man's eyes narrowed. "This is a dire portent indeed. I fear it was my over eagerness to prove to my brother that my alternatives to the old ways would work."
"You, um, want to come in and tell me about this?" Rick said stepping aside, mostly to avoid having this conversation in the hall than the real want to hear it.
"Yeah, I think that would be for the best."
The old man walked in and dropped heavily on the couch, Rick shut the door and sat down in the chair across from him. Uncle Kumada was rubbing his hands as he mumbled under his breath. Rick could see his eyes darting from side to side.
"You were saying?" Rick prompted, causing the old man to jump.
"Oh, right, yes..." Several times he seemed ready to start, but would eventually trail off after a few words. Finally, after ten minutes, rick had had enough.
"Are you the reason for this?" He snapped.
"What?-I?-No! At least, not completely," he straightened his shirt. "You see, dragons at large have been hibernating for centuries, with a few clans standing guard over them. Ours was one of those clans. Now because of our - let's say position - dragons can only be mated to other dragons. Mostly because few other creatures can withstand the effort of living in close proximity."
Rick rolled his eyes. "So what does that have to do with that...thing?" He asked pointing over his shoulder at the medallion that sat just view on the bed side table.
"Well as you can imagine, the small number of clans creates a medium pool of children and after a few generations, it's almost impossible to untangle them. So - and this is where it's my fault - we crafted a way to create new dragons-"
"-and I'm the first test?" Rick said, finishing the old man's sentence.
"Pretty much. So nothing to worry about," the old man said with much more confidence in his voice. "Just some wrinkles I hadn't expected and they'll all work out once you and Hiiro are mated. Now let's get you dressed and to the best day of your life!"
Rick nodded and got up. Walking back to his room to get dressed he passed the talisman. It's surface bore the seal of Hiiro's clan. Picking it up, he thought about Hiiro and with a smile on his face, he slipped it over his head. He turned to thank Hiiro's uncle and found himself facing an empty room.
He called out for the man, but figured perhaps he went ahead. Maybe Hiiro or her mother had come to pick him up. Quickly throwing on his tux, Rick headed out the door, grabbing wallet, phone, and keys from last night's pants. He fumbled to slip them into his pockets while trying to lock the front door with his other hand. Finally, he heard the tumblers click into place. He withdrew his key and hurried to the front door of his build. Pressing the button to unlock his car, he paused with his hand on the handle.
Standing there for a moment, dressed in his tuxedo, he took a deep breath in. Rick didn't care if he would have blisters on his feet by the end of the day or that he was possibly marrying into a crazy family. All he cared was that Hiiro and himself would have the perfect day as the start of their life together. Rick slowly let the air out slowly as he stepped into his car. He turned the ignition and let the music supplement his thoughts. What a day for sappy love songs.
Rick made it to the church with a few minutes to spare. He rushed inside and took his place at the altar. Looking out over the people, he couldn't help but smile. The music started and he fixed the back door with an expectant longing. Hiiro, on the arm of her Uncle, walked into view. Her dress, which Rick had been kept in the dark about, was stunning in its simplicity. Its material was a pale green and it hugged her torso in a soft embrace. The pale garment was accented by a sash of darker green that hung around her waist and elbow length gloves of the same shade. She paused before walking down the aisle, her eyes fixing on Rick's.
He felt his breathing speed up and it felt like he was baking in his suit. With each step the heat grew worse until something else caught his attention. Before his eyes, Hiiro was changing. Dark scales were creeping over her face and chest.
She dropped to her knees as the last bit of skin vanished behind the veil of shimmering night. The guests had held off staggering backwards until now, but as a second pair of arms grew from the young woman's shoulders it was chaos.
As everyone else tried to escape, Rick stood rooted as his nightmare became real. Hiiro's body began to shudder and the fabric of her dress tightened on her form and the sound of stitches straining to hold on echoed in the now vacant hall. With a tearing noise that rapidly accelerated, Hiiro's torso was wrapped inch by inch in scaled breast. As the top of her dress failed, she was pulled forward, which had the effect of raising the rest of her into the air. Already the tip of her tail was peeking out from the hem of the garment, but with another loud tear her body stretched out as not one but two pairs of legs slid backwards along the red carpet.
Her transformation complete, the resulting silence was only broken Hiiro's ragged breathing. Rick tried to flee, but his feet wouldn't move. Slowly his serpentine fiance got to her feet. Climbing out of the ruins of her dress, she advanced on Rick, her slithering strides serving to exaggerate the already incredible amount of jiggle that her new frame was subject to. Before he could even blink, she was on him. She tore his pants open and her long tongue snaked around his stiff member. Pushing him into the altar, she worked his cock with her snout. He could feel himself relaxing, his body getting ready to release.
Letting go of him without warning, the dark dragonness pulled Rick to the floor. Mounting him, she started to ride him in a pace that was more punishment that pleasure. With each impact though, Rick felt himself enjoy it more. Just as before though, when he found himself inches from release Hiiro's shadow stopped.
She leaned over, her ponderous breasts coming to rest on either side of his head and her dark scaled face floated into view. With a tangible snap reality shifted back and he was hand in hand with a much more human Hiiro in front of everyone. Another nightmare? Here?
Shaking his head a little, Rick tried to listen to what the priest was saying. Try as he might though, Rick couldn't get the onyx dragonness out of his mind. His breathing got faster with each passing moment and he could feel his shirt starting to stick to him as his body temperature began to rise. Slowly he started to feel strangled by his shirt and jacket, as if they were getting smaller. It's just nerves! Calm down!
After a minute he couldn't chalk it up to nerves any more though, as he felt the stifling feeling growing. It wasn't just his jacket either, his pants felt like they were easily two sizes too small. It was like his cock, which had been hard ever since he reentered reality, had decided to just pull all of his blood in. To top it off, he could feel scales growing over him. Their chill material a welcome but cursed relief as he slowly became more and more light headed
All the while the priest just droned on about how marriage was a sacred thing. Then, after what felt like an eternity for the slowly swelling Rick, he stopped talking with a 'Let us pray.'
In the silence Rick could hear his suit creaking. A fact that Hiiro reinforced as she gripped his hand tighter, as if to say it would be okay. However, as the silence dragged on, the seams on his coat decided they couldn't hold out anymore. What started as small tear faded into loud roar Rick's bulking torso ripped through his jacket and shirt. By then, the scales had only grown over part of his chest and arms, looking more like patches of crimson hair than the reptilian feature that they were.
Hiiro turned and signaled to her family. Each made a quick symbol and everyone except the Kumada dragons slumped forward in their seats. Rick noticed none of that. Gripping his pants with hands that were quickly growing talons he pulled until their seams too gave way. Freed from restraint, his now much larger shaft sprung to attention.
The gasp from the Kumadas was dwarfed by the sudden cry of shock as Rick doubled over and fell to the floor. Within seconds of his collapse his body was shrouded by the crimson scales. Uncle rushed to his side and with Hiiro hovering over him, he rolled the transforming man onto his back.
"This might sting," the old man said as he made a number of seals. With each one a glow grew around his hands until they were like fireballs.
Hiiro watched this with growing apprehension until, as her uncle made the last seal, she realized what he was doing. Launching herself at her elder she knocked the old man aside with his fingers inches from Rick's growing snout.
The old man rounded on her, striking her shoulder with a flaming palm. "You little bitch. You just had to interfere."
Staggering to her feet, Hiiro placed herself in front of her progressively more draconian fiance."I won't let you have his body, Uncle. Rick is mine."
Her uncle laughed. "You have no idea what he's becoming do you?"
"Kifu!" her grandfather says as he steps towards his brother. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm tired, brother! Tired of living by your rules, in your shadow, on your terms. Now, I will rise to godhood."
"You can't mean..."
"Yes. This boy is becoming a Voz and once I've transferred my mind into him-"
"I won't let you!" Hiiro yelled as she charged at her uncle, her emerald scales blazing into life as she collided with him.
"Foolish girl!" he responded, kicking her to the floor. Rushing towards her, he swung a flaming punch that went wide as Hiiro flipped him over her head. Spinning he arms in an intricate series of symbols she intertwined her fingers and spit through her thumbs. Her uncle jumped sideways as a burst of emerald flame rushed from her hands. Using the smoke as cover, Hiiro rolled into her uncle's reach and, getting to feet at the precise moment he looked down, jumped up with both fists.
The heavy hit sends her uncle flying into her grandfather. The old man, with agility belied by his age, spun and dropped his heel into his younger brother's gut. Kifu Kumada got up though, his own shimmering scales flickering into life. Yet, when he took stance again, it wasn't just a young dragon and her elder that faced him, but an entire clan. He was about to say something witty and make his retreat when with a resounding explosion, something shot through the roof skyward.
"Rick!" Distracted, Hiiro and her family miss her uncle's escape. "Grandfather, we have to go after him!"
"I...I'm afraid it would not do any good to do so. If what Kifu was saying is true, then he is pure a Voz Dragon now."
"I'm not sure I follow Grandfather, what's a Voz Dragon?"
"In the ages before man, when we and our western cousins ruled, there were those whose sole purpose was to fertilize. To be frank about it, the Voz are giant sex machines designed to keep our race going. If Rick is a Voz Dragon, or on the path to becoming one, he will soon be consumed with the need."
"What if Rick was satisfied before he was completely transformed?" Shira said meekly. "Like, if he is becoming a Voz Dragon to have baby dragons, why not satisfy that need before it becomes permanent?"
"I do not know, but even if it would work how could you ask me to approve it?"
"I'm not asking," Hiiro said, shifting into her true form. "I'm going!" and she took flight after Rick. It was only a second later that the other girls followed suit, leaving Hiiro's grandfather, mother, and aunt behind.
"It'll take all of us," Shira said when she caught up with Hiiro. "You, know that right?"
"I think this is one of those circumstances when propriety goes out the window." Hiiro said back, though her tone said otherwise. She didn't necessarily like the idea of sharing Rick with her sisters, but she knew it was what needed to be done. It would only be this once, after all.
With Hiiro leading the way, the group of dragon females quickly caught up with Rick, or what was left of the man she knew as Rick. They found him in a grotto tucked away in a valley, his vast length reclining in a river and under a waterfall. He was laying on his back, twined around two spires of rock, giving the dragonesses an eye full indeed. Instead of the usual two pair of legs, several had grown, each of them with a matching crotch and even from this height, Hiiro could see his member's throbbing, all nine of them their dark color standing out in sharp relief to his yellow belly scales. Breeding dragon indeed.
They landed a few feet from the still swelling dragon, Hiiro taking the lead. "Rick? Are you in there?"
There was no verbal response, though the huge serpent that was her fiance affixed her with an appraising eye. In each passing moment his already imposing girth thickened as his body continued to lengthen. Before her eyes Hiiro watched as a another pair of legs sprouted and with them a tenth cock. She took a step forward, drawn by the perverse display of magic.
"Look out!" came from behind her and the next thing Hiiro knew, she was face first in the moss. Glancing around, she gasped at the scene that met her eyes. Shira and Keiko were both wrapped in coils, each end being stuffed by a massive cock. A second later, his tail swung around and bound her cousin. The scaled appendage crept over her, slowly drawing the azure dragon towards his back most legs. Gripping her shoulders he stuffed the matching cock into her mouth. His freed tail then slammed into Hiiro's youngest sister, knocking her down before the feathered tip plunged into her fold.
Horrified by how quickly they had all been subdued, Hiiro staggered to her feet. "This isn't like you! RICK! ANSWER ME!"
The crimson Voz Dragon let out a throaty laugh and unwound his torso from the far spire. He kept his eyes on Hiiro, betraying no reaction to the stimulation from his lower sections. Faster than she could react, he was on her, pinning the much smaller dragon down with four limbs. Before she could struggle, the head of his shaft was rubbing against her slit, its slick lube coating her and wrapping her mind in a pleasurable haze. She looked pleadingly up at him, but there was no sign of recognition in his face. With a quick thrust he penetrated her, his throbbing erection slightly painful as it entered.
Pinned Hiiro could only listen to the moans of the four other dragonesses as with each passing moment Rick fell deeper and deeper into his new body's desires. This....this isn't what supposed to happen! Hiiro screamed in her mind. I...I...I just wanted to love him! Although, as thrust after thrust hammered into her, the haze in Hiiro's mind intensified. She felt her body begin to reciprocate the Voz Dragon's assault, as she ground her hips into him and rubbed her breasts against his smooth scales.
Someone screamed in orgasm, followed quickly by another, but the sounds of scale meeting scale didn't lessen. If anything they became more fierce. Feeling herself on that self same verge Hiiro tried to get a grip on her mind. I have to do something! Pounding her fists against his chest, she hit a scale that wasn't crimson or yellow, causing the Voz Dragon to stagger back. Realizing it was where the amulet would have hung, Hiiro struck again hoping to break it.
As she pulled back her arm for a third strike however, she found her self slammed back to the ground. The Voz Dragon doubled his attentions, quickly taking control of the situation again as the haze came back even more thickly. Painfully at ease, Hiiro could only look up at her would be husband and wish for her arms to move. Screaming in her mind to try and struggle she missed the creeping black that was spreading from her hand.
Vozrick recognized it though, it was the color of his true mate. Letting go of the inferior dragon he was mating her turned his attention to watching her change, his coils loosening on the others he had already subdued.
Hiiro began to feel off, that was really the only way to describe it. Then the Voz Dragon released her. Maybe it worked! Her exhilaration faded though as her body began to throb. She felt her arm twitch and glanced over at it. From finger tip back, the scales were now a shimmering black. The feeling of her back sliding along the soft moss registered in the back of her mind even though she wasn't moving, it was like she was going into dragon from while in dragon from over and over again.
Vozrick's eyes lit up as the things he'd come to expect from his mate began to appear. Her shoulders bulged for a second as the second pair of arms grew into place and her torso was rapidly being enveloped by her swelling breasts. Excited that she too was lengthening, he released the other dragonesses and slithered back to let himself take in more of her changes.
Pushing herself up with her new arms, Voziiro looked over her new from. Trying to focus, she found her thoughts slowly being blanketed by a much stronger, much more primal urge. Nuzzling her mates snout with her own, the onyx Voz Dragon communicated the she wanted only one thing.
Despite being surprised at how quickly his mate had gotten used to her still changing body, Vozrick wasted no time in twining his much longer body with hers, each of his many cocks sliding into her waiting holes.
With each new connection made between them, Voziiro felt her body jolt. It truly was like nothing she had ever experienced, for while each of her slits were separate, the feelings came as one stream. Overwhelmed, her mind reeled leaving her body up to its own devices, which only made things worse.
As overwhelmed as Voziiro was, it was nothing in comparison to the sheer amount of stimulation Vozrick was experiencing. For the first time he was beginning to feel satisfaction. Pushing harder, the pleasure almost painful the Voz Dragon put everything he had into finding release.
Tangling up into a ball of crimson and onyx, the pair rolled around violently in grotto. Their moans struck a harmony that, with a sudden rise in cadence, held higher and higher tones until both serpentine forms tensed. With a roar that was heard miles away Vozrick came in a wave, each of his cocks shooting off one after another. Voziiro tensed even more, digging into him with her claws. After almost a minute the pair of Voz Dragons relaxed and the ball of coil and feet fell apart. Nose to nose they lay, their bodies slowly shifting and shrinking.
"I love you, Rick"
"Love you to, 'Ro"
Six months later...
"So you're looking good right now Mrs. Morgan." The doctor said coming into the room. "We've just got to do an ultrasound and makes sure everything is going well."
Hiiro nooded and leaned back on the bed, her very pregnant belly jiggling ever so slightly. Rick draped an arm around her shoulder as the still very newlywed pair watched the video screen with a sense of anticipation that was almost tangible. As the doctor ran the machine over her tummy, Hiiro couldn't help but smile as the images of small forms became apparent. Looking up at Rick with tears in her eyes, she couldn't find any words to express how she felt.
"Well," the doctor said after a few moments. "It looks like you're going to be having triplets."
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