Grey and the Golden Dragon
This was originally a commission, but the commissioner decided to go with a different story. There are two versions, both fairly incomplete, but approaches the story in subtly different ways.
Grey and the Golden Dragon
By Danath Commissioned by TH
* * *
Grey ran as fast as he could. He could hear the villagers chasing him. They were close. He could smell their anger. Even more overpowering was their fear.
He was a cursed wolf, and he knew it, but they didn't have to chase him with pitchforks and torches.
Grey was cursed, but not from a spell or enchantment. There was nothing magical about his curse. No, Grey knew the reason he was cursed was his fur. He was pure white, with bright blue eyes. Even his claws were light-colored, though not nearly as bright as his pure white fur.
Everywhere he went, however, he was viewed as an omen of dark times. He was variously a vampire, a monster, a demon, or any other bad beastie. He'd been chased out of the last four villages he'd try to stay, though the one before last he'd nearly made it. A kind old couple who didn't believe in witches or warlocks took him in and provided him some dye.
He'd been so thankful to those old people - an aging farming couple, two cats. They'd treated him like a son and he soon realized their own son perished not two months before he appeared. They called him their good luck charm.
He'd lasted nearly three months in that village, until one day he was caught in the rain. Several people saw flashes of white under his fur and grew suspicious. They followed him to the old farm and burst in on him and his adoptive mother, finding her applying a fresh coat of dye to his stark white fur.
Oh, they raged. Grey managed to save the old couple by telling them he was the one who dyed his own fur, and he coerced them into keeping him as their farmhand.
Though the villagers spared the lives of the old couple, he barely escaped with his own.
The last village he hadn't made it more than half a day until the mob set after him.
And so he ran. Ran and ran and ran, from one place to another, hoping to one day find a place free from the overwhelming superstitions of the age.
For now, he just ran from the angry mob chasing him.
He paused and leaned against a tree, breathing heavily. The sounds of pursuit were fainter now. He'd trudged through a river for a while to help hide his scent, but he wasn't sure how much it would help. One of those damn villagers was a bloodhound...
Grey began to run again, jogging lightly. He was exhausted, cold, and wet - not a good situation to be in, especially with night coming soon. Why couldn't he ever be chased out of a town in the morning?
Grey stopped again at the banks of a small stream. He couldn't hear or smell anything - he was probably safe. Spying a small overhang next to the slow-moving stream, he crawled underneath and fell asleep quickly, not even bothering to start a fire.
He regretted that when he woke up in the middle of the night shivering. He shakily tried to get a flame going with his flint and some tinder. Eventually rewarded with a small flame, he fell back asleep, still exhausted. He awoke periodically from force of habit to relight the fire - something he'd picked up on the run for so many years.
He wasn't sure how old he was, but he thought somewhere between twenty and twenty-five. It was hard to tell. Needless to say, he looked fairly scruffy. His fur was perpetually stained - it was clean for only short stretches before picking up dirt, twigs, and leaves.
The wind howled outside his little alcove, trying to reach him. He built the fire up more, coughing as a gust of wind blew smoke into his face.
He fell back asleep soon, exhausted and shivering.
He woke up feeling better than he expected. The sun was shining brightly outside his shallow cave and he could feel a cool, warm breeze rustle his fur. His fire was far extinguished. He re-lit it and stepped out into the bright sun.
Using a fishing line and hook he always carried with him, he pulled a big trout from the stream after about a half-hour of trying. Throwing it on the smoldering embers, he rubbed his rumbling belly as he waited for it to cook.
Hearing a rustle in the bushes on the far side of the stream behind him, he whipped around, ready to bolt. Nothing was there. He waited patiently, watching for nearly ten minutes. He'd learned to be crafty when he was hiding, and also patient. He'd once spent two days in a tree while searchers looked for him all around.
He could smell his fish burning and, deciding it was nothing more than the wind, turned back around and started to each.
He kept his back to the riverbank as he enjoyed his meal, keeping watchful eyes on the surrounding woods.
Once he was finished, he took a quick dip in the river to clean off, and then doused his fire with river water. Hiking down the riverbank was easygoing for his practiced body. He preferred to follow the river - it provided food and water and usually let to populated areas.
After half a day, he paused to fish and eat again. He heard more rustles and stared suspiciously around, but still couldn't see anything.
His nerves bothered him badly by the time he continued on, moving quietly through the dark night. The feeling of being followed kept with him all day and all night. It got so bad that by the time the morning sun peeked over the treetops he was exhausted and shaking. He couldn't understand the feeling - he'd never gotten so jangled before. He'd faced mobs as calm as if he were just ordering some fertilizer for a farm.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. Climbing onto the top of the riverbank, he shouted loudly.
"Quit following me! Leave me alone!"
He was shaking badly, but nothing moved in the undergrowth at all.
He climbed back down and curled up alongside the steep riverbank. He fell into a fitful sleep, not sure if he was losing his mind or not.
When he woke up, he shook his head slowly and splashed cold stream water on his face.
"What a weird day," he said to himself, looking around. The weather was just as beautiful as yesterday's. "I must have been feeling weird or something."
He fished and ate, then set out again, feeling much better. The paranoid feeling was lifting as he tried to just enjoy the weather and the easy travel.
Another day passed before he came upon signs of civilization. He passed through several miles of cultivated fields before coming upon a small village. As always, he waited, scoping the place out before deciding who to approach and ask for shelter, food, or other items, like clothing, in exchange for his work.
The best bet seemed to be an older couple located a short ways outside the village. They seemed similar to the last couple he stayed with and would probably be easy to approach.
The village seemed quaint and small - probably just an outlying community serving some larger city or kingdom further north. It had hard-packed dirt roads and no fences, signs of a small and tight-knit community.
It was always hard to judge how superstitious a community would react to him, but this place seemed fairly normal and down-to-earth. Perhaps deep-seated fears of a white wolf wouldn't turn the normally docile villagers into a raving mob.
He made his approach in the evening, around dinnertime, and found the couple at home at their table. They were shocked at his appearance at first, but after explaining all he wanted was to work for them for a few days before moving on, they exchanged looks and allowed him in.
He slept in their barn, on a bed of hay, and slept more peacefully than he had in a long time. They'd fed him and made sure he was comfortable. They were very nice. He didn't notice they'd bolted the barn door shut as he drifted off into a deep, weary slumber - he felt more tired from traveling than normal. A flicker of a thought tried to pull at his mind, but sleep was rapidly overtaking him. Only when a burst of nausea nearly woke him did he realize he'd been drugged.
But it was too late and his body slumped into unconsciousness.
* * *
When Grey awoke, it was to a throbbing headache, a chilled body, and an aching stomach. His head lurched forward as he vomited intensely - his body was trying to cleanse itself of whatever it was he ate last night.
"So, you're awake!" a nearby voice said triumphantly. "Thought you could trick us, did you?"
Grey blinked blearily up at his accuser. It was a large horse, a brown stallion in a pair of faded shorts held up by a worn belt. He was surrounded by males from the village. Behind them, females and cubs.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, white wolf," the stallion snorted. "You came here to try and trick us with your mischievousness!"
"Oh, not again..." Grey moaned. Only now he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. He was strapped up to a large fence, far out of the village - he could barely make out smoke from the chimneys through his crusted-over eyes.
"You thought you'd trick us, but it looks like we tricked you!" the stallion said loudly. "Fala and Bock made sure of that."
The two old people Grey sought refuge with the night before stood behind the stallion, looking very proud of themselves. Grey moaned as another wave of nausea swept over him and dry heaves racked his body.
"Now you'll be our sacrifice to the mountain dragon that terrorizes our herds," the stallion said. "You'll be the payment for protection from it. What dragon wouldn't love a white wolf, whose evil powers are known far and wide?"
"Look," Grey said quietly. "I don't know what you've heard, but I don't have any powers, believe me... would you have managed to drug me and tie me up if I did?"
"Quiet, demon!" the old female who'd fed him the night before shouted. "We know what your kind is capable of! Soon you'll be dragon food and we'll be spared both of the devil's minions!"
A shadow passed by overhead and all the villagers looked up in unison. "It's here!" someone screeched, and the whole crowd madly rushed back towards the village.
Grey stretched his head upwards, trying to see whatever it was that spooked the villagers. Believing old superstitions about white wolves was one thing, but to actually believe in preposterous legends like dragons?
He quickly realized the apparition that landed in front of him was no superstition. At least ten feet tall, the golden-scaled dragon looked frighteningly majestic. Long fangs curled over its lower lip, gleaming dangerously. Huge wings sprouted from its backside, at least twenty feet across when extended.
Grey could only shake in fear as he stared wide-eyed at the beast. It approached him slowly. He stared as he realized the dragon was female. Her ample breasts lifted up and down easily as she moved towards him slowly, smiling widely.
"What have we here?" she asked, in a voice deeper than most, but still decidedly female. "A handsome little wolf... What's your name, wolf?"
"Ooooh..." Grey moaned, quivering as the dragon's hot breath washed over his face.
"Not a very attractive name," the dragon said softly. "But don't worry, little one. I'm not going to hurt you. No, for a handsome wolf like you, I have better plans." As her claws slid over his chest, Grey whimpered and passed out, terrified into unconsciousness.
* * *
When he awoke, Grey couldn't see. His first terrified thought was that he was dead, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding him, he realized he was only in a deep cave.
As he struggled with the bonds that held his wrists and legs together, he jostled around the large bed he found himself in. Within a few minutes, however, a light flickered into existence at the foot of the bed, then another, until the room was well-lit with torches hanging off the walls.
Sitting in a deep chair in one corner was the dragon, smiling lightly. "You're awake. Good."
"Wh... where am I?"
"At my castle, of sorts," the dragon said.
"Why?"
"Because I think you're attractive, and I haven't been attracted to someone for quite a while."
The thought tried to register itself in Grey's mind, but somehow he couldn't understand the idea of a dragon being attracted to him. It didn't... fit.
"What?"
The dragon smiled broadly and stood up, walking towards him slowly. "Here's the thing. If I'd wanted to eat you, you'd already be food in my belly - I don't play with my food," she said reassuringly. "No, I brought you here because I want to get to... know you."
"Why am I tied up?"
"Because I didn't want to have to chase after you," the dragon said, sitting on the bed. "I know the effect I tend to have on mammals. And for such a cute wolf as you, I didn't want to run the risk of you falling off a ledge in the dark."
"Uhhh... so you're not going to eat me?"
"No, I'm not," the dragon said, getting a little exasperated. "All I want is for you to be my companion." She reached over and undid the ropes around his ankles and wrists.
Grey sat up slowly, rubbing his fur where the rope chafed him. "Why should I agree?"
"Oh, you're free to leave anytime you like," the dragon said, smiling again. "I just hope to get you to stay for a little while so I have the chance to convince you of my good intentions. Now, what is your name?"
"Um... it's Grey."
"Grey the white wolf? Sounds familiar," the dragon said, chuckling a little.
"Huh?"
"Never mind... are you hungry?"
The familiar pangs of hunger gnawed at Grey's belly and he nodded.
"Fine... let's talk while we eat, shall we?"
The dragon stood up and left the room, motioning for Grey to follow. Torches lit the way down a long hallway and into a large chamber. The dragon motioned Grey to sit at the table as she rapped on the wood. Food appeared, not a huge amount, but enough o qualify as a smorgasbord for someone like Grey, who'd never seen so much food in one place before. He hungrily reached out for a plate of cooked chicken as the dragon sat across from him.
"I suppose I'll tell you about myself first," she said. "I'm Chorizo, a golden dragon. I'm a little over 200 years old, and I'm well-versed in a variety of magical arts, and I'd like to offer you a home."
"A home?" Grey asked around a mouthful of delicious food.
"I know the rumors, the superstitions, the ignorance that plagues you," she said softly. "It must have been hard, these past years." She looked at his scrawny shoulders, slim belly, and wiry legs and arms.
Grey nodded slowly. "It has been hard..." Food forgotten for the moment, he sat back and stared at the dragon. He hadn't had time to think, his thoughts too confused to process anything, especially once the smell of food hit him. But now, with his belly mostly sated, he could try to figure a few things out.
He trusted the dragon. He didn't think she was lying when she said she didn't play with her "food." And, truth be told, now that he look at her without imagining her claws tearing into his flesh, she wasn't unattractive. Her face was vaguely lizard-like, but not pointed. Her fangs were scary, but were not quite the glistening, drooling beast-like teeth he believed she possessed when he was frightened out of his wits earlier.
And her chest... as if seeing it for the first time, Grey's gaze lingered on her enormous breasts. Each was capped in a thick, dark gold nipple. They were so big they rested on the tabletop as she leaned forward, flattening out a good part on the bottom.
He swallowed, trying not to stare. "Uh... and what would I do to be your... companion?"
"Nothing you wouldn't enjoy, I don't think," Chorizo said. "I think you'll find me most pleasant."
Grey swallowed. There was no mistaking the suggestive quality of Chorizo's voice. "I... I guess not," he said, at a loss for words.
"Why don't you finish eating and tell me a little more about yourself?"
Grey nodded and resumed eating and drinking. The rich red wine relaxed him as he spoke to the dragon more fluidly, enjoying the conversation. It was almost nice, not having to keep looking over his shoulder every few moments. Especially considering the phantom threat that followed him over the past several days.
He even told her about that and she reacted by laughing.
"Oh, dear... I forgot to tell you. That was me," she said, smiling. "I'd noticed you a while ago and was following you because you were so curious-looking. I was going to approach you, but the villagers got to you before I did."
Chorizo stood up then, and Grey watched as her smooth, scaled belly and thighs came into view. He choked on his wine and coughed loudly as the dragon grinned.
"Not a bad view, eh?" she said, nearly purring. "Would you like a better one than that, even?"
She turned and walked away from the table, giving Grey a good view of her large and round golden-scaled rump. Her tail dragged on the floor as she walked back towards the bedroom, and smiled over her shoulder. "Coming?"
Grey swallowed one last swig of wine and stood up, grinning. "What the hell," he thought. "It's not as if she isn't attractive..."
The wolf followed the dragon back to her bed. She held open her arms and hugged him in close. Her muzzle nuzzled at his ears as his cheek pressed against her breast.
"You know, eating a dragon's food can sometimes have peculiar effects," the dragoness rumbled out slowly as her claws stroked his backside.
Grey raised his head. "Effects? Like what?"
"Oh, don't be nervous," the dragoness replied, smiling. "Nothing bad. No, in fact, I think you'll like the effects of the meal almost as much as you did eating it."
"But what do you mean about..." Grey stopped as a funny feeling came over him. He groaned as a stretched feeling came over him, like his arms and legs were too big for his skin.
"Shush, now, and just enjoy it," Chorizo said, nearly purring. Her fingers slid around to his front to rub his chest and stroke his sheath.
The wolf moaned and leaned against the female's breasts as he shook. He wasn't in any pain - in fact, it was a very pleasant feeling overall. He realized he was growing - not fattening up, necessarily, but toning up, filling out, and becoming a decidedly less scrawny wolf.
"Oh my," Chorizo murmured. "I was hoping for results like this... you see, the meal you ate was magically enhanced so it would help your body grow to the proportions it would have been had you eaten regularly and well your entire life. I couldn't help but notice your fairly malnourished state when I found you."
"It feels... good," Grey gasped, clasping his paws to Chorizo's shoulders.
The wolf's body was soon much different than it was originally. Now, instead of skin and bones, he was almost a foot taller, with wide shoulders, a toned chest, and a dazzling six-pack. His muscular legs looked ripped and powerful, while his arms were much larger with bulging biceps. He was almost taller than the dragoness now, and clutched at her tightly with new, powerful arms.
Chorizo smiled and leaned in to lightly kiss the wolf. "Aren't you glad you decided to stay?" she asked.
"Yes... yes I am," Grey said. He moaned as her fingers continued to tease his thick sheath and moaned again. "But I think it did a little too much down there..."
"Oh, that was just a little something extra," Chorizo said, grinning. "I hope you don't mind."
Grey just moaned all the louder as his thick, dark red erection pushed from his sheath against the dragoness' fingers and belly. It was a foot long at least, and not even half hard.
"I don't mind at all..."
Chorizo pulled him against her tightly as she lay down on her backside. Grey's paws roamed her breasts, playing with her nearly-brown nipples. The dragoness' claws pulled on his rump, making his thick erection slide against her smooth, firm belly. The wolf moaned deeply as the dragoness purred happily.
They kissed again, hard, with Chorizo insistently pushing her tongue into Grey's muzzle. Her supple body moved against him eagerly, and as her legs spread, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even more tightly to her.
Grey shuddered as he felt her fingers dig into the fur on his back, digging into the thick, lustrous pelt. His erection throbbed against the dragoness' golden scales, leaking thick pre-cum, as he hugged her tightly, arms firmly around her backside.
With practiced ease, the dragoness' fingers slid down to Grey's ample rump. She pulled him back, then forward again, hard, as his thick erection plunged into his body. Chorizo moaned heavily, squeezing her legs even more tightly around the male as he cried out with pleasure. Grey shuddered, feeling the dragon's warmth envelop his maleness.
The dragon let out long, deep moans of pleasure as she encouraged Grey on, grinning deeply as she watched the wolf on top of her thrust in eagerly. "Go on, Grey... fill me up..."
The wolf moaned again as a new sensation rippled through his body. He gasped as he felt his erection swell inside the dragon and looked alarm, despite the pleasure surging through him.
"Oooooh... what... what is that?"
"Just go with it," the dragon said, groaning a bit. "You'll enjoy it..."
Grey shuddered again heavily as he pulled back and pushed in hard, finding it more difficult - his cock felt almost twice as big as when he started, and the dragon's body was stretching around it, increasing the friction.
"It feels... good," he panted, squeezing Chorizu's shoulders.
The dragoness smiled as she arched her back, knowing the wolf would be much more surprised when he discovered just how potent the spell she cast on him was. "The hornier you get, the bigger you get," she said, grinning hugely. "The more I turn you on, the more you grow... Doesn't that sound nice?"
Already his thick wolf-shaft was at least as thick as her leg, but the other spell she cast on herself that allowed him to take her like that.
Her belly started to swell as the wolf's massive erection pushed past her inner rings, deep into her body, as her interior rearranged itself around the intrusion. The wolf's balls grew as his output increased.
Grey moaned, panting heavily, as he watched, hardly believing what he saw. His shaft was as thick as both of his legs together, but it felt so good, he couldn't think on it too much - he was too focused on pushing as much of his growing, thickening, lengthening erection as deeply into the tight, supple dragoness below him as he could. His powerful legs pushed him forward as he slid his paws to the dragon's swollen breasts, squeezing her large nipples eagerly.
"Oh, yes!" Chorizo moaned, shuddering as the first of what would be many orgasms thrilled her. Her belly swelled, distended by the shaft pushing into her. The thick ridges of the wolf's cockhead were visible as it pushed back and forth, almost to her ribcage now.
Grey gasped with pleasure as his cock burned with desire. His swollen balls pushed out behind his thighs, roiling with cum, and at three feet wide and tall each, they flattened out along the bottoms as they sloshed around the bed.
The dragoness below him writhed with carnal pleasure as her belly grew fat with seed. Her breasts grew as the wolf squeezed and stroked her engorged nipples.
Moaning as his knot pushed against the distended lips of the dragon's full pussy, Grey shuddered, feeling his own orgasm approach. "Ohhh... oh, Chorizu... I'm going... I'm going..."
"Knot me!" the dragoness moaned delightfully. Her paws pressed to his chest as she cried out in pleasure.
With a hard push, the powerful wolf thrust in again, pushing his huge knot into the dragon's body. Chorizu's belly stretched even further.
Grey howled as he began to cum. It was a long process... a visible surge of fluid drove up his shaft, started in his hugely swollen balls. It paused momentarily at the entrance to Chorizu's tight lips, but forced past the tight ring of the dragon's pussy and exploded into her.
The dragon's gurgles of pleasure were music to Grey's ears as he delightedly emptied his enormous load of thick, gooey wolfcum into her. He shuddered, cumming for nearly five straight minutes - spurt after spurt of seed, each blast as full as the one before. It felt like hours. He closed his eyes tightly, hugging himself against her round belly as best he could.
He leaned backwards, breathing hard as his spurts slowed. The bed was completely soaked in cum. Spooge dripped from the blankets onto the floor and even more slowly trickled from Chorizu's muzzle.
The dragoness swallowed and coughed. "Oh my, you do have promise," she moaned happily as her belly shifted and jiggled about.
"What... what exactly was that?" Grey asked, groaning loudly. "How is this even possible?"
"Dragon magic is very ancient and mysterious stuff," Chorizu said, laughing a bit. "How long till your knot goes down?"
"Usually about ten minutes or so," Grey replied. "How long 'til I go back to my normal size?"
"About ten minutes or so," Chorizu said. "And hopefully by then I'll be able to walk."
* * *
It was almost half-an-hour later when Grey was finally able to untangle himself from Chorizu, and almost another twenty minutes after that till Chorizu's belly shrank down to its normal size.
She rolled to the side of the bed and stood up slowly, groaning a bit as her still-distended belly jiggled around in front of her. "Oh, that was nice," she said, smiling broadly. "I'm glad you stayed."
Grey scooched behind her and slid his paws around your belly from behind. "I am too," he said, pressing his muzzle to the small of her back, a few inches above her wide tail. "But what exactly was that back there?"
"An amplification spell and, essentially, a spell of holding," she replied, leaning back against him.
Grey growled playfully and squeezed her belly again. "I kind of like how look with a little belly," he said.
Chorizu smiled and turned around so she could push her full breasts against his muzzle. They were back to their original large, plump size - firm, full, and standing proudly from her chest.
Grey grinned and licked each nipple in turn, his erection already filling out again - it, too, was still a bit larger than when they started.
"Let's try something more conventional this time," Chorizu murmured as she slid her paws over the wolf's backside.
"Yes, ma'am," Grey replied, smiling.
The dragon slowly slid down Grey's messy fur. She loved the feeling of his thick pelt pushing against her smooth scales. Her heavy breasts slid against his thick erection, making the wolf moan, and then the dragon's lips pressed against the thick head of the throbbing erection. The dragoness nearly purred as she kissed and licked the thick head slowly, cleaning it of the juices that still clang to the wolf meat.
Grey squirmed, his erection beginning to pump out thick pre-cum again. Before, he'd never have been able to go twice in a row so quickly, but somehow his stamina was increased, and he felt incredibly good - he wanted the dragoness badly, and once - even twice - wasn't going to be enough to sate his desire.
Chorizu pulled away from Grey and turned around, getting on her hands and knees. She pushed her large, firm rump towards the wolf, exposing her glistening lips.
Grey kneeled behind her and slid his paws down her backside, making her moan. The wolf pushed forward eagerly.
"This is going to be a night to remember," he moaned. He worked the already swelling head of his thick member against the dragon's opening, going slower this time - he wanted to make this time last as long as he could.
"Oh... oh, yes, it will," the dragoness moaned, body burning with heat. "A very good night to remember..."
VERSION 2 - Partial Rewrite
Brendon gasped for breath as he ran. His bare feet pounded across the rough field as he tried to outrun his pursuers. He could hear them behind him, yelling to each other as they tracked him.
The skinny wolf jumped a fallen log. It was dusk, and he hoped to lose the hunters in the dark. It wasn't to be. As the white wolf dodged a large tree, an arm came out of the semi-darkness and caught him, sending him hard onto his back. His head cracked against a tree root and he lost consciousness.
When he woke, he couldn't move. He blearily looked around and saw three of the villagers standing around him, still holding their torches and pitchforks.
"Look who decided to wake up," the biggest one said nastily. "Lucky for you the village elders didn't want your blood on their hands."
"Otherwise you'd already be skinned," another said.
"Now we just let nature take its course - the monster will be here soon," the first one said again.
"With an offering like you, our livestock will be safe for a good long while," the third one said. "We won't have to worry anymore!"
The first one was about to speak again, but an angry roar cut through the darkness.
"It's the monster!" the second one cried out. "Run!"
The three villagers ran as fast as they could, disappearing into the night, back towards the faint lights of the village. Brendon cursed his luck again. He thought for once he'd found a place where white wolves weren't considered cursed, and foolishly let his guard down. The villagers were nice to him - at first. But after eating a meal at the inn, he'd felt woozy. When he woke up, they had him locked in a room, and he could hear them discussing his fate. He managed to break out the back door and elude them - for a while.
They caught up to him in the forest, and now... now, with a monster on the way, he didn't think his cursed life was going to last much longer anyways.
He leaned his head back as far as he could, straining to make anything out. That's when an inky shape blotted out the moon. He could see the shape of a body, and a set of wings spanning wider than he was tall. As the apparition came closer and closer, Brendon moaned and struggled against the rope, but it was no use.
He passed out as the first gush of wind from the monster's wings rushed over him.
* * *
When Brendon awoke, he did so slowly. He sat up and rubbed his head, then tried to focus his eyes before realizing he was in complete darkness. There was no moon or stars, he realized. A cave, then.
He began to feel his way around, trying to find an exit. But before he could see anything, he felt something - something warm and firm. His fingers pushed against the substance, feeling the tightly scaled texture of whatever it was.
That's when lights all around the cave came up dimly, not blinding him, but revealing in full detail exactly what he was squeezing.
Not some unknown, terrifying monster then, he thought. Just a dragon.
He fell backwards, landing hard on his rump as he stared, slack-jawed, at the huge dragon - make that dragoness, he realized, eyes going lower - laying on her side next to him.
She was huge, in more ways than one. More than twice his height, she was formidable, even lying down. Covered in light green scales speckled in white, she rested her head on her fist as she stared at him, smiling lightly.
He gasped loudly as he saw her breasts. Each was huge and magnificent, nearly as big as he was. Her belly was tight and drawn in, until her wide hips led to her smooth, long legs.
"Well, hello there," she said in a voice not as deep as he'd have imagined. "I didn't want to wake you - you seemed so tired. I'm Arael, and no, I'm not going to eat you."
Brendon did nothing but gape. What else could he do?
"You must not be that tired after all," the dragoness said, giggling.
Brendon looked down. His little soldier was at full attention. He blushed hotly as he tried to cover himself with his paws. This raised two interesting questions. First, where were his clothes, and second, did dragonesses really giggle?
"Uh... who are you?" Brendon managed to get out, half-turning away from her.
"I just told you, I'm Arael," she said.
"No, I mean, uh, what do you want with me?"
"Oh, nothing you don't want to give me," she said, her voice a low, silky purr that made the hair rise on the back of Brendon's neck.
The white wolf looked at the dragoness sharply. Was she flirting with him? As if to confirm it, Arael winked at him.
"Why me?"
"Well, you obviously weren't too happy being chased by all those silly villagers," Arael said. "And you're much too cute to ignore. Most of the time when they tie someone to that post I just drop them off a few days away and leave it be. But I wanted to... get to know you."
"Um... okay..."
"I won't bite, promise," she said, smiling.
"So what happened to my clothes?"
"Oh, those... I left them near the post. They were kind of ratty," she said. "Besides, I wanted to see what you looked like without them."
Definitely a flirt, Brendon thought to himself, and then immediately realized once more that a dragon was, essentially, hitting on him. A dragon twice his size. With such a... large... chest...
"You like the view?" Arael said, giggling again.
Brendon realized he'd been staring again and blushed even more furiously. He could only imagine his fur turning pink, with how awkward he was feeling.
"I didn't mean to make fun," the dragoness said.
"Oh... uh, no, it's not that," Brendon said quickly. "It's just... ah... how to put this..."
"I'm a dragon, and I'm obviously trying to get you to bed me."
"Yeah... about that..."
"It's very simple," Arael said, rolling onto her backside. Her titanic breasts weaved and wobbled as she moved, making Brendon's cock jerk a bit more. "You're cute... very cute... and I want to help you."
"Help me?"
"Help me help you," the dragoness said, grinning.
"You mean..."
"Don't make me spell it out for you... you're a bright boy."
"Oh. Oh!" Brendon said, trying hard not to blush again. "But I'm not exactly your... size."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Arael said, reaching out to pull him closer.
"Are you... sure?" he asked, as she pulled him between her legs. He could barely see her head over her huge breasts and his nostrils were full of her sharp feminine scent.
"Mmm... very," she murmured.
Brendon was conflicted. He'd only met this dragon a few minutes ago, and already she was encouraging him to... well, do it with her. And he realized he wanted to. Badly. But he was so much smaller than her...
"C'mon, wolfie," she said, sitting up a bit so she could see him more easily. "It's something of a rarity for a dragoness to seek pleasure from a non-dragon... don't make me regret it." She smiled at him encouragingly, and indeed, he could see how aroused she was as her legs pulled him in closer, pushing him up against her large draconic lips.
"Oh... oh!" he moaned, as his cock made contact with her scaly thighs. His inhibitions melted away quickly then, and he eagerly pushed himself inside her. He was only average-sized for a wolf, and couldn't imagine her deriving much pleasure from his attempts, but she was already crooning happily as he started to push forward eagerly, leaning into her on his knees.
He pressed his fingers into her belly and moaned heavily. She felt amazing. Her breasts were so large the bottoms rested on his forearms as he started to thrust slowly, trying not to reach his orgasm too quickly, so what little he could offer her would last.
She smiled broadly, watching him. Her palms pushed against the floor behind her, holding her up in the half-sitting position so she could watch.
Something was gradually happening to the wolf as he pushed against her. He realized very quickly what it was.
"What... what are you doing to me?" he gasped, moaning as the pleasurable sensations running up and down his erection increased.
"Just making this better... mmf! For both of us," Arael said, leaning her head back. She smiled hugely and shifted her hips a bit, bringing her long tail around to slide over Brendon's legs as she worked her magic over him.
Soon Brendon's shaft was twice as large, then three times as large, then five times bigger as it used to be. He could see it entering her now, starting to fill her, even push the walls of her sex apart.
He groaned and leaned into her breasts, shuddering as he felt his balls start to pull down, affected by gravity.
"Oooh... yes, that's much better already," the dragoness moaned. "Let's try something different."
"Anything you want," Brendon said, eyes closed as he leaned into her. He could hardly believe how good it felt now - how tight she felt around his monstrously-grown erection. He could see all the veins pushing out of the sides of his throbbing shaft as he kept pushing in and pulling back, gasping with pleasure each time.
She giggled and pushed him away gently. "Lie down, on your back."
Brendon did as she said, gasping as he pulled out of her, then shivering as his much larger cock pulled downwards until it pointed straight out, despite being completely erect. It was thicker than his arm already, and much longer as well. As he lay down, it fell over his belly, landing with a hugely satisfying thwack and splattering a little pre-cum onto his chest.
Arael wasted no time straddling his thighs. She was much larger than him, so it wasn't much of a stretch for her. Facing away from him, she reached down to pull his shaft upright so she could settle down over it. Brendon shuddered as he felt her body pull him into her tightly.
The skinny wolf could see the round edges of her massive breasts from behind and moaned heavily. She was so massive, so beautiful... he bucked his hips upwards involuntarily, grunting as she pushed down against him.
He could feel his shaft growing again. Even his knot felt like it was growing wider. Every throb made his maleness push deeper inside of her. Soon he was stretching her, something he'd never thought possible. As he gripped the backs of her calves, he shuddered and squeezed the scaled flesh. Something else was happening now. He tried to focus on it, but the way Arael kept lowering herself over him, taking him to the hilt, squeezing down around his shaft...
She continued to ride him to the hilt until his knot grew too big. The wolf's erection was massive now, almost as thick around as his chest, if not more. His knot was bigger by far, almost twice as wide as the cock itself. His balls strained, growing larger with every thrust. The dragoness pushed down over the thick erection eagerly, taking it up to the fat knot, as she used her powerful legs to slide up and down.
Just when he thought he could take it anymore, Arael slowed down. She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling hugely with her tongue hanging out. "Oooh... the magic's working strong on you," she moaned.
"I'm a... white wolf... we're supposed... to... ohhh... be supernatural," he gasped.
"And such a handsome, growing wolf too," she moaned, pushed down hard all the sudden.
Brendon gasped as he felt her body squeeze down against his throbbing knot. While not taking it into her body, it was the next best thing. He gasped as his orgasm erupted from his shaft, pumping massive quantities of jizz into her body. She leaned back her head and cried out lustfully as she felt him cum. He could feel her orgasm - feel her squeeze down around him, as her whole body tightened.
Brendon's paws clutched at her legs as he pushed upwards heavily. She pushed back eagerly, holding herself over him until his orgasm finally faded, leaving him breathing hard.
Arael smiled and licked her lips as she pulled off him smoothly, seemingly none the worse for wear, despite his cock being almost as big as his whole body at this point.
"Good thing you're getting bigger, or you'd never be able to support all that," the dragoness said, giggling again.
Brendon wondered what she meant, through his pleasure-addled haze, until he looked down at himself, pushing his massive shaft off to the side in order to do so.
He gasped and sat up before quickly getting to his feet. The wolf was no longer skinny and average; instead, he was buff! His chest was ripped, his biceps large, and his legs ripe with lean muscle.
He didn't say anything but examine himself, staring at his newly changed body.
"Do you like it?" Arael asked, kneeling down beside him. She wrapped her arms around the upper part of his massive shaft. It was so big not even her large hands could wrap around it. So big, in fact, that the head of his cock was almost as big as her head. Still fully hard - another side effect of the magic the dragon used, Brendon supposed - it throbbed as she touched it.
"I do... and... wow, did you get bigger too?" he asked. As if all the physical stimulation weren't enough, the visceral experience was nearly making him cum again right there. Arael's breasts hung down low as she leaned against his erection. Her fat nipples nearly dragged against the floor as she licked the thick head slowly, making him shudder with delight. Her belly looked fuller and much heavier, but her breasts still hung out over stomach bulge.
"Don't just stand there staring," Arael said, grinning hugely. "Let's put this to use..."
She leaned back, using her elbows to support her heavy, larger frame, and spread her legs wide, beckoning the newly-buffed wolf.
Brendon growled hotly as he used his paws to heft his gigantic new package. The shaft was definitely bigger around than his chest, despite the recent growth there. His knot, still engorged, was almost as wide as his huge set of testicles, which hung down to his knees and rubbed delightfully against his thighs as he walked towards the green-scaled dragon.
As Brendon pushed his oversized shaft forward, Arael moaned deeply and reared her head back. She put one paw on his cock, guiding it in, and wrapped her arm around a breast to squeeze one of her fat nipples.
Brendon shuddered as he felt himself sink inside her quickly, despite his massive size. He pushed hard with his legs, making the new muscles stretch and strain beneath the fur. His fat knot bumped up against the large dragon's pussylips as he groaned pleasurably. The buff white wolf could feel himself spurting thick seed into the dragon's body, adding to the torrent from earlier.
The wolf closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his body bulge and grow with every thrust. His arms and legs thickened as he pushed in deeply. He could feel his cock go deeper, stretch the dragon out wider, as his maleness fattened up considerably, to the point where his feet barely touched the floor.
Brendon leaned backwards, pulling part of the way out of the dragon. He watched as his massive shaft slowly exited her tight pussy as she moaned with pleasure. Thick cum, both his and hers, squirted out around the thick erection as he reached down to grasp her hips with his paws.
He rolled Arael over, so her heavy breasts flattened against the floor and kept her rump raised upwards, exposing her dripping sex. Keeping himself inside her as she rolled over felt amazing.
Arael positively squealed as his thickness invaded her once more - more than three feet of fat wolf-cock slid wetly into her body before slowing.
In the same motion, he leaned back against his testicles, clutching the fur with his paws, and strained heavily. Arael let out a delighted moan as he lifted her entire body up with his cock. The knot, now thicker around than his waist, throbbed with need the dragon's toes dangled inches above the floor. The much larger dragoness squirmed on top of his cock, sliding downwards several more feet, making the bulge in her belly much more pronounced.
She shuddered and moaned, rewarding the wolf's unique style with a flood of warm fluid that ran down his shaft, mixing with his pre-cum. The dragon's orgasm was intense - the wolf could feel how tightly she squeezed around his enhanced erection.