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Drop by Drop Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax

It was a summer unlike any other, hotter and drier than anyone could remember. The wheat grew dry and the grasses grew drier. It would have been a hard enough time to survive... but the dragon attacks made it impossible. Their raids on the livestock left fields burning and with that the food was destroyed. The king had no choice but to take action... and so twelve of his best knights had been dispatched to the heart of the dragon's homeland. While most dragons were solitary creatures, living alone or in pairs in caves at the mid point of mountains and volcanoes, a terrifying number had congregated in a serpentine gully that ran through the highlands. Some guessed it was an ancient river bed, long since dried up... but needless to say, it was still full of danger.

The harsh, grating sun baked the plains, drying out all soil into dust. The knights had tried to be cautious on their approach but the hooves of their horses kicked up small plumes of the dust as they advanced. Still, there had been no sign of the dragons. Fortune favored them. The knights had made the step ascent and come to the mouth of the serpentine gully. They slowed to a stop, the knights preparing themselves for what was to come. The eldest of the knights, Rigbrand, was the first to advance. He ushered his horse forward and passed through the threshold.

Shade fell across Rigbrand for the first time in ages... Not the half shade of a tree or two on the plains, a shadow that gave the half illusion of a moment's cool. This was true shade. Rigbrand felt the air drop ten, maybe even twenty degrees in temperature. He let out a soft sigh of relief, hoping his armor would soon cool and stop baking him. His caramel brown eyes peered out from his visor, the hint of red hair fringing around the edge as he looked around the gully. Threes clung to the craggy, rocky sides of the gully, sloping upwards in spindly v's to create a loose canopy of waxy leaves. A tiny trickle of water ran down the center of the gully, meandering through the rocks. There were crickets and butterflies and the sparkling speckles of light that came from the canopy filter. It was a truly beautiful sight.

With Rigbrand's entry seeming to be a success, more of the knights advanced. Vinic was next, the second youngest of the group with hair as blond as the wheat in the fields. He was assisted by Davin, a brunette that was rising through the knightly ranks. One by one, all of the knights ventured in. The horses found the terrain more treacherous to walk, but all were relieved by the splendor of the gully. It was no secret why the dragons chose to congregate there. It was far more pleasant than anywhere else. Many of the knights wanted to remove their helmets to coo down, but it was too big of a risk. Dragons could lurk around any corner... but the knights did not know that their minions were just as mischievous.

While every knight was familiar with the dragons, larger than a trebuchet and easily forty feet long or more, there were only sparse legends of their minions... Creatures that were only five to seven feet tall, covered in scaly skin with webbed hands and feet, whip like tails and blunted muzzles. They were wingless but the children of men and dragons. The religious leaders had decreed it never to be spoken of and as such the legends had faded from memory... but the minions existed never the less. As the knights advanced, they crawled along the tops of the rock, watching with amber eyes.

twelve humans, twelve horses... Intruding o the dragons' territory. It was unprecedented, it was risky. Something had to be done. The knights were well armored. Even more, they were well skilled. It would be easy to attack, to kill some of them, but dragons would fall in the battle and the gully would be damaged. There had to be another way, an alternative... and as the minions kept up with the humans, they saw an opportunity. One of the horses moved off the rough path, its brown and white hide glistening before it leaned down The broad lips parted and a thick tongue began lapping up water from the stream. The knight slipped down off the horse's back, crouching down. His chain male draped on the rocks as he opened a water skein and filled it with the same water his horse was drinking.

The minions nearly hissed in delight, growing excited by the chance they had to make their masters proud. They turned, scurrying up the rocks, pushing off to glide along toward their master's den. There had to be a way to use this information to their advantage, to do something to prevent the humans from killing even more dragons. In moments the minions were gone, leaving the humans to advance. Few of the knights took drink yet. They had prepared before entering the gully, but time would leave them in need again as they used up their supplies drop by drop.

****

Water dribbled down the stones, carrying minerals down to collect at the tip of the stalactites. The long process had filled the mouth of the cave with stone spikes, looking almost like dragon teeth. It was fitting given the sheer number of dragons that lived there. The minions scurried along toward the cave mouth on all fours before rising onto their hind legs, green scales slipping between the fangs. They ventured deeper, light reflecting off of the gold in the walls and the water rippling on the cave floor. They kept going before they felt a very hot gust of moist air and froze. Two nearly glowing amber eyes opened up as nostril slits flared. A six foot long dragon head slowly lifted up, the beast covered in blue and black scales. Its hide was tough, but the leathery wings added even more protection. Sickle like claws stretched out on the base of the stone as the dragon awoke.

"Why do you disturb me on my day of slumber?" The dragon growled.

"Humansssss, Knightssss. They enter from the easssst. They follow the creek!" The minion chirped. The dragon hesitated.

"Through the sacred gully..." The dragon contemplated.

"They drink from the watersssssss, they cannot carry enough on their own." Another minion chimed in. The dragon's lips quirked a bit.

"They are vulnerable... Dependant on the land and nature." The dragon mused, rising to all four feet. He began to stride forward, navigating between the spikes before he emerged to the outside world. He was a magnificent dragon, large and robust. The dragon had wickedly sharp claws and a fan on his tail tipped with spikes. He moved over to stand above the creek, watching the water flow toward the east. The dragon lifted one paw and brought it between his hind legs, rubbing at his sheath.

The leathery pouch parted as a pointed, flared dragon head began to emerged. The shaft slipped out into open air six inches at a time, surging and growing hard and thick. One foot, two, three... The cock was immense, but it only was natural for such a large beast. The dragon stroked himself off but the minions scurried out to help. Half a dozen webbed hands circled around the dragon cock, secreting a faint gel onto it. The dragon roared in pleasure, feeling the natural lubricant. The huge dragon member grew slick as it was worked, the dragon thrusting forward and back. His nostrils flared, his muscles fluttered... and then it came, the first drop.

Pearly white dragon cum fell into the water, shimmering with an ancient magic as it touched. The semen broke down into an oily sheen, spreading out while the sperm themselves were released like tadpoles, swimming along. The dragon grunted, a thicker drop coming out before he lifted his head and let out a mighty roar. His huge shaft pulsed in the hands of his minions before a steady torrent of cum rained down into the river. It diluted into the water but the water flowed faster and thicker, adding to the natural bounty. The dragon continued to cum, his yellow eyes squeezed shut. As he continued to orgasm, his scales glinted in the light with more magic. He was pulling it in, enhancing himself with it, focusing entirely on fertility. He would poison the water with his seed, he would turn the humans against themselves... and he would save the dragons forever. His only regret would be that he couldn't watch them as they changed, but his minions could be there... reporting in, watching the spell take effect. It would be glorious.

****

Hours had passed, a blazing morning giving way to a cooler afternoon. The knights felt more alive than they had in days, but at the same time it was so easy to remain tranquil in such an idyllic setting. The fear of an immediate attack had faded away, leaving the knights with merely a general sense of dread. If the dragons were going to attack, it would not be instant retribution. Rigbrand held up his hand and the party slowed to a stop.

"We take a moment to rest. Those that need drink, make it fast." Brand called out. The other knights seemed relieved, though some fell into a defensive position to protect those that would take the risk. Davin climbed off his horse and moved over to the stream, reaching up to pull off his helmet. The metal was removed, revealing his sweat soaked brown hair in feathered layers. Davin was strong and fit, though the trip had taken some getting used to. The knight set his helmet down on the stones and dipped his hands into the water, collecting some before he splashed it across his face. The cool water soaked into his hair, making him feel refreshed. Davin sighed in relief at that, starting to cup more water in his hands before letting it pour over his hot, dry lips. The water was some of the most refreshing he'd ever had... it was so good that Davin didn't want to stop.

The world around Davin seemed to grow a bit more vibrant as he drank. He could sense the breeze, the birds, even the horses. His eyes glanced up, watching the beasts of burden drinking. He had never been able to tell before how famished they were, but it seemed they were revitalized by the water too. Their teardrop shaped ears twitched and their tails flicked. Their bodies cooled and most of all, they seemed aroused. The knights would never have taken female horses into battle as they were the weaker sex, but seeing so many male horses together was certainly something... especially as their members inflated, bobbing beneath their stomachs.

Davin gazed on, looking at the cocks of the horses... how long and thick they were, how the head was flat. They were fascinating, almost mesmerizing. It wasn't until Brand cleared his throat that Davin snapped back to the moment. Davin cleared his own throat and slipped his helmet back on, binding it into place before he returned to his horse. Slipping one leg into the stirrup, he swung up and over, settling back into place... but with his own definite erection.

Some of the other knights lingered longer, drinking more than their fill, grunting and murmuring to themselves as they got back onto the horses. Wordlessly the knights fell back into line, Brand leading the way. The sun was starting to set, they were losing daylight hours. The gully was as long as a valley. It was starting to look like there was every chance they would have to camp there for the night... Preparations would have to be made.

Brand led the others on, wondering about the dragons, thinking to himself. He briefly thought about the dragon's rationale, that they had to eat and needed food too... but the dragons eating forced the humans to starve. He could coexist but he would not let his people die out for another. There was only one thing that could be done.

As the knights continued on, the horses snorted more, moving their muzzles towards each other's butts, sniffing the air. They were walking closer than usual, rubbing hips and flanks, bringing their riders shoulder to shoulder. The knights tried to lead them apart but gave up, assuming it had to do with the narrow gully walls. They were unaware that the horses' cocks had started to dribble sperm, drop by drop as they moved. The musk got more potent with every step.

****

Night had finally fallen and the knights had set up for the evening. There were no camp fires to warm them, only blankets and the company of their horses. The knights had spread out as well, making it harder for dragons to kill them all at once as they slept. Some found nooks and crannies, others climbed the roots and slept in the canopy of trees. A few lingered, awake and on a sort of watch. Young Garig was one of the unlucky left on watch.

The youngest of the knights, Garig often was left with the unwanted tasks. He washed the horses, mucked their stalls, prepared the food for the men. The trip had been rewarding in a way. There were fewer chores on the road, though he had to keep an eye on his horse... No easy task when his horse was as curious as he was.

Garig wandered away from the other knights, trying to spot his horse. His helmet was left with his shield and sword, leaving him only in his plate mail and pants. Garig rounded the corner and paused, looking up stream at a horse basking in the moonlight, drinking and drinking... but something wasn't quite right.

Garig moved forward, wind blowing through his dirty blond hair. He approached his horse, but it didn't seem like his. It was too tall, too wide... But only his horse was unaccounted for. The blond moved over, reaching up to brush the horse's mane. The horse snorted, coming up from the stream, dripping water from its lips and nose before it moved, trying to nuzzle Garig. Garig chuckled gently, knowing the size difference had to be in his imagination.

"You that thirsty my friend?" Garig asked. The horse moved to try and lick Garig's face. Garig coughed a bit and pulled back but the horse was persistent, bringing their lips together before a fat, wide tongue plunged into Garig's mouth. Garig tried to pull back, but there was something about the kiss that made him linger. Eventually he broke the kiss and lowered his head, blocking his mouth from access. The horse moved, licking Garig's hair instead, soaking it.

The knight kept petting the horse, but as his hand moved away from the horse's mane and pet his hide, the fur started to slough off, falling into the river. Garig's fingers brushed smooth, soft scale instead. Garig lifted his head in shock, looking at the patch of red scales he had revealed. Garig slowly backed up, looking at the horse, trying to figure out what had happened. There was no doubt now. His horse WAS taller. he was broader too. Even his phallus was fatter and longer, curved and... pointed. The flat equine head was gone, replaced with a more reptilian member with faint barbs around the base of the head.

The horse snorted, turning to face Garig, revealing even more changes. The horse's eyes were no longer white and brown but a bright yellow... and horns extended from his head, curving up just behind his pointed equine ears. The horse's muzzle was narrowing slightly and all over his body he was shedding fur, revealing the scales below. He wasn't just a horse, he was becoming a dragon horse.

Garig felt panic rip through his heart. He'd broken the knight's code - he'd left his sword and shield behind. He began to back up but his horse followed, picking up the pace. There was a sickening sound of wet flesh as the horse's feet split out, the hooves shattering as draconic talons and scale coated toes emerged. More and more of his hide fell away until the dragon horse was coated in nothing but scales, his eyes set on only one thing - his master.

The knight had tried backing up but it wasn't enough. Garig had to get back to his weapon, to warn the others. He turned to run, but as he did, his horse charged. Garig was hit in the shoulders by the horse's head, knocking him forward onto his hands and knees. As he was left helpless, the dragon horse slashed with his talons, cutting through the chain mail. The links scattered to the ground and the beast moved forward.

Garig inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide as he felt his virginity skewered and stretched. The pointed tip slid in easy enough but the rubbery barbs on the shaft anchored in his flesh. The horse thrust forward, sliding deeper, impaling the human. The beast started moving forward and back with no regard to his former master. Garig was knocked forward and back, moaning both in discomfort and the start of the pleasure that was blooming. As big as his horse was, every time the pointed tip hit his prostate it was like fireworks.

The horse kept at it, fucking the human, sliding in and out. It started to drool, to growl, to swing its tail, a tail which was quickly changing. The horse hair fell out and the tail thickened quickly, the scaled flesh bulking out with meat until it resembled the tail of a raptor or dragon. The horse kept at it, gnashing sharp teeth as it kept at it, churning its rod in the knight's guts... and the knight started to feel it seep ever deeper.

Garig had never felt so well filled, but with each thrust the cock seemed a little less tight. It stretched him, it pushed in deeper, it made more room and it made more pleasure. Garig's fingers dug into the dirt and the mud, panting as he felt the stream water running between his fingers. If he had known being mounted by one's horse felt that good, he would have tried it when he got his steed. He suppressed a moan, starting to push his hips back. It felt so wrong and so right, but Garig didn't realize part of it came from the taint he had already gained.

As the knight gave more and more into his horse lover, his body started to warp and shift. The water running over his hands cooled the tingling and burning that came as the flesh grew scales, the fingernails pushing out into inhuman claws, growing wider and thicker. The nails hardened and sharpened, reforming as the bones inside the fingers changed... but in much the same way, Garig's feet were shifting. Garig was helpless and barely aware, too busy panting and groaning as the spiked dragon horse cock speared into his ass, pushing even his cheeks wider... but as they parted and the cock slipped in, it made room for something else to push out... a tail.

It started small and slim, but as the tail extended and widened at the base, it swished against the horse's belly and snaked out between his legs. Garig writhed and moaned, clenching his eyes shut tight as they burned and throbbed. Salty tears leaked from the corner of them before they snapped open, the white turning yellow while the brown turned solid black. Garig panted and then moaned, opening his mouth wide as his teeth stretched into sharp points. His tongue whipped out, stretching and then splitting on the end, taking on forked tips.

Garig could feel it, the love of gay sex with his horse... It flooded his brain, almost rotting into it, pumped in by the dragon cock in his ass. It felt so bad it was great, he loved it and never wanted it to end. Garig thrashed around, grunting hard as is chest started to widen, his ribs pushing apart, his vertebrae growing thicker. Garig was clearly growing, his back stretching... then his legs and arms. Even his face wasn't left behind. Garig's jaw popped and clicked as his jaw started to stretch out, growing into a short muzzle. His nose flattened and softened, sinking into the muzzle until only his nostrils were left. Even his ears grew into points and shifted up the side of his head, rising into the same place a horse might have.

The dragon horse got more and more into his sex as his mate resembled him more with each passing moment. He ground his cock deep and hard against Garig, panting hard, leaning down to lick the knight's head as he grew long enough to stick out from between the horse's front legs. Garig felt the hot tongue slurping at his hair, but his hair started to drift off, revealing scaled skin beneath. The scales ran up to his forehead, parting around a spot of tender flesh that burst as two horn points poked through. Garig roared at that, basking in the pain and pleasure as if it was the same thing.

Slowly Garig's limbs grew enough to force him into a new stance, the stance of a mare being bred. He was lower in the front and higher in the back, his tail hole getting creamed... but cream was also starting to dribble from his own shaft. His human member was achingly hard, stretching out longer and wider. Blood pushed into the shaft, turning it red and then purple, then slowly darkening to a solid black. As the shaft changed color completely, it also started to change shape. The mushroom shaped head pushed out into a point, tapering and tilting as new barbs and ridges formed down the rest of the length, creeping all the way back to where a leathery sheath was forming.

Moment by moment, the humanity of Garig's body was fading away. His flesh was hardening and splitting out, taking on golden tones as his scales formed. His hair sloughed away to reveal a firm and horned head and his face continued to warp, stretching out into a muzzle that was too narrow for a horse and too wide for a dragon, falling somewhere in-between. The scales ringed around his eyes and covered his muzzle, even dominating his lips. His pointed ears grew leathery and firm, all part and parcel with one another.

The moonlight washed down over the clearing, not on a horse and a knight but instead on two dragon horses. The two were stripped completely of what they had been, completely tainted. They thought of nothing but sex and food and each other and that was enough... enough for an orgasm at least. Garig let out a roaring whinny as his balls seized up and his cock pulsed, his thick dragon horse sperm spraying into the water of the stream, moving downstream to where the others were. It felt only right to Garig, claiming the land as his... and that orgasm brought the former horse over the edge. The beast thrust deep into his mate, holding himself there before he let out another whinny, cumming hard and filling Garig's ass with his tainted sperm. It was the start of a brand new phase of their relationship.

****

The earliest dawn had broken, the cold night dew sparkling with the faint scattered light of sunrise. Brand's eyes opened up slowly, taking in the surroundings. He rose to his feet slowly, tying his red hair back into the loose ponytail before pulling his helmet on again. He moved over, nudging the shoulders of the others. Slowly the knights began to rise, emerging from their holes, gathering up their horses. Davin grunted hard as he was roused, his sleepy eyes opening as Brand moved past. he waited for the knight to disappear from sight before he peeled back his blanket, revealing a lap soaked in copious amounts of semen. He knew he had to wash before they continued.

"Where is the pipsqueak?" One of the knights murmured.

"It isn't just Garig, his horse is gone too..." Another knight said.

"The bloody coward, he deserted us in the knight!" A third shouted in disgust.

"Waste no time with your hatred... Cowards shall get an eternity of shame and persecution, but we live only once. Save that rage for our enemy brother." brand said. The knights quieted down, trying to adjust their feelings back to the task at hand.

"You would think he'd stay for the brotherhood, the loyalty. Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by eleven of the toughest, most manly men out there?" One knight murmured, groping himself a bit as he thought of all his knight brothers. The others paid him little mind, moving to mount up. The day was still ahead of them.

****

The sound of splashing water was troubling at first as the blue dragon peered out of his cave, but the sound was not from human horses... Two dragon horses trotted up the stream, circling around each other, flicking their tails as they nipped and licked at each other. They were covered in brilliant scales - one red, one gold. The blue dragon slowly emerged from the cave, swaying his massive head around. The two dragon horses glanced over with large eyes but resumed their play, unaware of the significance of the beast.

The blue dragon brought his head down slowly, moving to lick at their heads, slurping their horns. They had been accepted into the clan, though they didn't know it yet. They were simple beasts of burden with a draconic twist. The dragon horses did, however, sense movement in the bushes and trees beyond the pond side. One by one, the humanoid minions revealed themselves... but with the way the trees were swaying, there was a lot more out there than just the tiny minions.

****

Once more the knights had traveled for hours, but morale was becoming more difficult to manage. None of the knights had ever traveled through such a long gully. Some feared that it was an endless path, enchanted and magical, looping them around without end. Brand told the men to cease their fears and doubts, to focus on the task at hand.

While the knights had done so, continuing on as they were trained to do, the breaks had become more and more frequent. Despite the more temperate weather, the knights always seemed thirsty, drinking as much from the stream as they could. They took time to bathe in it, some even grooming themselves. The knights had been in for a shock as the black haired Hau had cut off his long, soft locks and left his skull bare... but somehow he seemed more fierce that way, almost as if his nose and ears were pointier.

Brand kept the pace of the knights at the front, edging the horses forward, his eyes ever apparent. As Davin's horse fell back, Brand slowed and looked over to the brunette. He didn't like how often his fellow knights were stopping, nor could he believe how much they were drinking. He had filled his water skins before entering the valley and he had not yet emptied them all.

"What is it now, knight? Another drink?" Brand asked in dismay. Darin shook his head regarding the question.

"No, I must relieve myself..." Davin replied. Brand seemed less opposed to that answer before nodding.

"Very well, but be quick." Brand said. Davin nodded, climbing down off his horse, moving to cross the stream. His boots found steady rocks and he pushed through some brush to a small gap between the bush and the rock face, glancing back. When he was sure the others couldn't see him, he removed the fasteners to his armor, letting the metal plate armor sink down past his knees. He hoisted the chain mail up and hooked it on pieces of his armor to hold it out of the way.

With the armor dispensed with, Davin reached in past his loin cloth, his hand stroking his oddly hairless groin, feeling how smooth his skin was before his hand slipped down over his hard shaft. It seemed like it was always hard now. Davin moaned softly, stroking himself off before he started to pump his hand up and down. With every thrust of his hand, his shaft seemed to stretch just a bit longer and just a bit wider. Davin tugged on it more, stretching it in his hand, making it grow. The knight bit his lip, his teeth sharpening into fangs and his ears stretching taller. He panted and groaned, his cock head pushing into a point. He could feel his balls churning.

"DAVIN!" Brand called from the other side of the brush. Davin cursed, cumming hard, spraying his seed into the bushes. He nearly collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm but the moment it was over, he pulled his clothes back into place and clipped his armor back on. Pushing through the brush, he moved back to his horse. Brand eyed him suspiciously, wondering how long it took to take a piss.

The knights mounted their steeds once more and resumed their travels, tromping through the underbrush, leaving the clearing behind... but not empty. Dragon minions slowly climbed down from the trees and scaled the rocks, touching down where Davin had stood moments earlier. The minions reached out, plucking leaves from the trees, starting to lick them with forked tongues.

The creatures growled with joy and delight at the taste of the human, knowing he was well on his way. They were finding it harder to resist their instincts, to turn back from sex. This was information the dragon masters would love, though it was time to help the process along. The minions hissed at one another, deciding which would bring news to the masters and which would cum into the stream, further tainting the humans. Drop by drop, they would have a flawless victory for sure.

****

The journey had been uncertain for many of the knights, but Rigbrand was not convinced that there was some enchantment to hide the dragons. They were on the right path and he pressed forward... and at last, his instincts proved true. After wandering for so long, the gully began to widen, the stream had more of a flow than a trickle and in the distance they could see a few small caves - no doubt the prelude to the dragon's actual lair. It was time to strategize, to plan and to celebrate.

The knight pulled his water skin from his hip and brought it up, tipping it back... but there wasn't a drop left inside. Rigbrand grimaced. He'd never made such a foolish mistake before. No doubt everyone's obsession with the stream had led him to drink more subconsciously, but there was no sense in going into battle without any. Rigbrand signaled the others to stop before he dismounted and moved toward the stream.

With a careful, deft movement of his hand, Rigbrand clicked out two small pegs and lifted half of his face visor, letting some of the heat out. The knight was in his late twenties with bright orange hair, a smattering of freckles across his broad nose and cheeks, and distinct caramel brown eyes. He crouched down at the water's edge and dipped his skin in, watching the water flow into the container. The knight lifted it up to his lips and took a sip... then a gulp, then several more gulps.

When at last he broke his thirst, he let out a soft sigh as a drop of moisture ran down over the edge of his lip. Brand turned to look at the rest of his men, but the clarity of the battlefield had started to grow hazy. He looked at the knights, the men trusted to him. They'd already lost one warrior... Brand knew he couldn't just lead these men into battle, not on their own, not to their deaths. They were good men, decent men... his men.

Brand felt an odd sense of pride as he looked at how strong then were, how good and decent and true. He'd fought side by side with them, slept beside them, seen them naked... and he'd never really taken a moment to think about how handsome they were, how ideal their bodies were. Rigbrand wasn't sure why he was thinking about that now, but he didn't want to see any of his men hurt. It all came back to the fact that a frontal assault just wouldn't work, at least not on its own.

"Vinic, you and Davin stay at this point. Jarin, I want you and Kendred to advance to the edge of that grotto and wait at that point. The rest of us will move into the dragon's lair and let the others fold forward into battle to wear them down when they least suspect it." Rigbrand said, "For king and country." he added.

"For king and country!" The others replied back in unison. Rigbrand grinned, lowering his visor back into place before he moved to mount his horse. The horse shifted at his presence, moving its hips, letting the knight settle in most comfortably. It was almost like the horse didn't want to be left again. Brand edged his white horse forward, the men following in his wake. Only Davin and Vinic remained behind, a third line of defense.

Vinic watched them go, his blue eyes looking rather betrayed. He'd never been relegated to such a remote position before, let alone during something so important. He knew he wasn't the most robust of the knights, but he'd proven himself time and time again. He watched his compatriots grow smaller and smaller and eventually disappear. Even Jarin and Kendred disappeared into the shrubs at the appointed grotto. Vinic climbed off his horse and moved to tie him up, his eyes bitter.

"I can't believe that Brand would stick us all the way back here, who does he think we are?" Vinic asked, turning to face Davin just as their helmets clanged together and Davin's lips pressed against the blond's. Vinic's eyes went wide and he was shocked for a moment before he reached up and shoved Davin away. The blond knight was stunned, but he was even more stunned by Davin's behavior. Davin panted and grinned, drooled and groped himself, inhaling sharply in and out of his nose.

"Come on Vinic, they're gone... We can play a little before they stir up the dragons, then come in to rescue them." Davin added, licking his lips.

"I do not know what kind of fun you had in mind, but I think you've been bewitched or gone mad." Vinic murmured.

"Oh come on, you know what kind of fun I'm offering..." Davin whispered, "Can't you feel it? Your heart beating faster, your blood boiling, your cod piece full of pent up desire..." At that Vinic said nothing but Davin grinned all the more, "You do feel it, the desire..."

"Yes... I do. I've... felt it for a few days now. Something about this place, its bewitching us." Vinic murmured. David reached up, popping Vinic's visor, lifting it up slowly. Vinic looked out with a vulnerable gaze as his pale face was revealed.

"It isn't bewitching us, it is showing us what life truly is about; making every part of life count while its here, experiencing everything." Davin whispered, leaning in, his lips coming to press against Vinic's once more. This time Vinic didn't fight back. He met the lips with his gently, hesitantly. The knight reached up, lifting Davin's visor before he pulled his helmet off entirely, tossing it aside. Vinic breathed in and out through his nose even as they kissed, becoming excited. He ran his fingers through Davin's hair, loving how forward they were being, feeling a lifetime of fear and doubt fall away. Being gay felt oddly right, like it was the only true path.

Davin basked in Vinic's advances, returning with his own. He tore the knight's helmet off and tossed it aside, the two kissing and rubbing. Davin reached to start working on Vinic's pants, but near by the dragon minions watched on, quite pleased with how things were going. They began to whisper among themselves before flicking their hands. Bolt b bolt and strap by strap, the armor grew loose on the two. Vinic felt an unusual level of pleasure coming from tearing it off of Davin and Davin returned the favor.

Metal fell to the ground piece by piece, their bodies coming together. Vinic blushed furiously but Davin kissed him all over his nose and cheeks. As the metal pant armor came down, Davin slid a hand into Vinic's underwear. Vinic gasped softly, feeling the hand cop a feel and roll around gently, squeezing and stroking, drawing it out... and soon it was drawn all the way out.

Vinic's virgin cock slipped out past the line of his pants, a swollen head peeking out. Davin was hard just from watching, though his cock had already started to shift. Davin continued placing kisses all over Vinic's body, the two really going at it. Soon Vinic experimented and slid a hand down Davin's pants, seeking out his cock. Every movement, every stroke and grab that Davin did on Vinic was mirrored back. The two were starting to stroke each other off, unaware that the hand movements were starting to lead to more.

At first it seemed that the men were just coaxing more length out of themselves, but their shafts were actually growing. The mushroom shaped heads pushed out longer, stretching into points... but all the knights could think o were each other. They nipped and sucked and kissed, working at each other roughly... and as they did, their faces extended as well. Almost as if chasing each other's lips, their faces began to push outward. Inch by inch, their mouths extended and their noses followed. The nostrils flared and stretched, clear enough for them to see, but somehow it didn't matter.... at least not inside.

Davin and Vinic no longer could tell anything was wrong. They felt only pleasure, focused only one ach other. Their needs in life, their drives and goals... It all became a lot simpler. They wanted only to feel good, however that could be accomplished. Their tongues tangled, widening and flattening, their lips becoming fatter. They grunted and murmured as they kissed, losing themselves.

It was beyond becoming distracted by pleasure. They were actively losing memories - memories of the king, their homeland, their childhoods. Their kissing became more insistent. While the two kissed, their bodies continued to shift. Blood leaked out from around their fingernails as they stretched out into claws, their boots growing unnaturally tight as their feet grew. Even Vinic's face was stretching out longer as his jaw popped and stretched, joined soon after by Davin's.

It was quite a sight, one beheld by the tiny gleaming yellow eyes of the dragon minions. They watched from the shrubs, masturbating furiously in excitement at the humans changing, becoming less of a threat... but they found it difficult to just watch. They hissed gently to one another, whispering and murmuring before they noticed something else... The human's horses were still aroused, hung and dripping... and ripe, ready for their own change.

The bushes shifted as the minions crawled out on all fours, staying low to the ground, looping around so the horses didn't notice them. They came to crouch beneath their legs, reaching up slowly, their webbed hands wrapping around the horse meat above them. The horses shuddered in surprise, but the grip was warm and soft and so appeciated. Soon the minions began swarming the horse, more and more emerging from the bushes. Two dragon minions began stroking both horses off, sliding their hands up and down the length, feeling it grow in their hands. The mottled, thick meat stretched, the flat equine head shifting into a pointed draconic member as new barbs and ridges pushed out. Their balls swelled and fur began to shed from their bodies.

The horses began to thrust into the hands of their captors, their dull brown eyes looking around before meeting eyes with the minions. Their gaze was locked almost hypnotically, watching the reptilian beasts as they sexually pleasured the beasts of burden. Slowly the brown eyes turned yellow, slits in the iris forming. The horses let out hot breaths of exhalation, their mouths opening and closing, revealing sharper teeth each time. The minions moved to start brushing them, letting their fur fall away to reveal scaly skin beneath. One horse was revealed to have his true color be green, the other almost a purple shade. The scales were vibrant and striking, but so too were the menacing toes that cracked through the hooves and unfolded into dragon paws.

While the horses were turned into their new form, Vinic and Davin were not far behind. Even if they had wanted to fight the changes they were going through, they couldn't even remember why it had been wrong to be gay or to submit. Their faces had extended into muzzles, their skin was hardening and crackling into scales, and their hands eagerly removed each other's clothing. As the chain mail fell away, they pulled each other tight, trapping their erections between them, humping and grinding. Their cocks were quite hard from the rubbing, but they soon swelled to new heights.

Blood rushed into their knightly meat, letting them push to eight inches, eleven, fourteen. At first the heads seemed to blunt a little like those of a horse, but then they pushed out into flared, tapered points. As their manhoods grew, so too did their lusts. The two tilted their heads, trying to make kissing easier, but something was changing well beyond their control... their mass. As they kissed, their spines lengthened, their ribs pushed apart, their stomachs swelled and their necks grew. They were mutating and shifting, pushing to six feet tall, then seven, then eight. Even as they grew taller, their legs remained the same width, as did their arms. It became impossible to balance.

In one last moment of intimate bonding, the two toppled apart, landing on all fours... fours that were natural, felt right, and suited them. Their shoulders and elbows had shifted, their knees and hips were changed... Their bodies were long and big, tipped with draconic paws... and their needs were needy. Davin, the horniest of the two, charged at Vinic and lifted his front half up. His cock found his friend's tail hole and he speared in, mounting the knight. Vinic stomped his paws against the ground, his cock swaying beneath him as he felt the presence of another man in his body. Davin started thrusting in and out, riding on Vinic's long, sloping back... a back that curved up into a neck and a long face. They resembled humans less and less by the moment.

The bushes shifted again as more dragon minions emerged from their hiding, approaching the former humans hesitantly. Vinic glanced at them but there was no fear, no animosity. It was clear so little of his humanity remained that he wasn't a threat. The minions grinned in delight, swarming out. Three slipped beneath Vinic's four legs, moving to lick and kiss and suck and rub his cock. Vinic let out an equine like snort, closing his eyes as he was fondled and fucked. He embraced it all.

Slowly the minions ran their webbed, clawed paws over the new dragon horse men, ushering them through their transformation. Davin and Vinic's ears stretched up into points, their eyes moved out toward the sides of their heads and their hair fell away, replaced with brilliant scales. The strangest change came as their ass cheeks pushed apart, giving Davin easier access to Vinic's hole but allowing their tailbones to grow out, pushing and stretching, thickening into a scaly dragon tail. Their claws dug into the ground as they continued to g at it.

Vinic tried to hold off, not out of any sense of self or morals. He simply wanted the pleasure to last that much longer... but it didn't work. Thick jets of steaming hot horse cum sprayed out over the minions who eagerly lapped it up. Vinic's ass quivered around Davin's dragon cock and he let out a whinny as he came, pumping his seed into Vinic. The two basked in the pleasure and the adulation of the minions, though they looked up as there was movement... and two more dragon horses moved over.

Their former mounts wandered up to the two new dragon horses, moving around them. It was impossible to tell the difference. The humans had been reduced to monstrous versions of their own mounts. They all had the same instinct and drive, the same level of intelligence... and a sea of minions to pleasure them. It wasn't long before the dragon horses started mounting each other again, fucking lewdly. They wouldn't be a threat to the dragons anymore.

****

The sun filtered through the trees, glittering across the waters as Jarin tipped his water skin back, guzzling down the water. It tasted so much better than any water he'd ever had. It was so earthy, so rich, so salty. He licked his lips and murmured, feeling his nipples grow erect beneath his plating. He turned, glancing down the way. Kendred had gone on ahead a few dozen feet to keep an eye open for Brand's signal. When the time came, they had to be ready, but for now... they were alone - and Jarin felt quite different.

He moved over towards his horse, watching him drink from the stream. He moved to pet his horse, feeling happy to see him satiate his thirst. The horse lifted his head and snorted, side stepping to be closer to Jarin. Jarin giggled and pet the horse again and again the horse side stepped, this time knocking Jarin down. He fell into the stream and chuckled to himself, but as his eyes came up... he saw that his horse's manhood didn't look right. It was long and purple, pointed and moist, ribbed and ridged. He reached out to touch it but his hand stopped a half an inch away.

Jarin gazed at the member for a long moment, feeling torn between what he should do. In a moment of instinct, without thinking, he leaned in and his lips pushed around the tip. Jarin began to slide the horse cock into his mouth, sucking and licking, bobbing his head up and down. The horse snorted and stomped his hooves but started to thrust his huge dick deeper into Jarin's mouth. The knight reached up, wrapping his hands around the cock, stroking it. It wasn't long before the horse started to cum.

The knight's cheeks went wide as he guzzled the horse semen, but it wasn't normal semen anymore. It was hot and slick like dragon sperm... and it had the same effect. Jarin's body began to grow and shift. His pectorals pushed out, his ribs separated, his back grew. Slowly his armor plating grew tight, the leather strapping groaning. His nipples were painfully hard but his cock was harder. His boots warped and stretched, the leather growing weak before the material tore. Ten razor sharp claws pushed out, followed by lengthening dragon toes covered in scales.

The boots continued to tear all the way up tot he knee, revealing stretched chain mail. The metal warped and buckled before the chains popped, revealing muscled, hairless legs beneath. Jarin's arms and chest kept growing as well, the knight's body gaining mass quickly. It was as if he was fueling off of the cum, converting it right into his body mass... and in a way he was. His hands grew wicked, the fingers wrapped around the horse cock becoming clawed and rough with scales. His armor plating snapped and fell away as his chain mail shirt broke... but more insidious than it all was what snaked out of his pants.

Fat, red and pointed, his cock was hardly human anymore. It grew up his stomach, past his navel and toward his chest, pushing past all human boundaries. One of Jarin's hands came down to stroke himself off, but he was still lost in the dragon horse cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked with such vigor, trying to take more in. It rubbed the back of his throat and nearly made him gag, but he didn't care. He wanted it, all of it... and soon his body responded. His face pushed out, stretching into a muzzle. His ears grew into points and parts of his head split as a set of horns emerged, then another. The horns grew sharper, grazing the horse's stomach and scraping off fur, revealing pitch black scales beneath.

Jarin had gained hundreds of pounds and feet of flesh, finding it hard to remain on his back. His limbs grew more gangly, his neck longer and a tail pushed out between his legs. He rolled over and crawled out from beneath his former mount, stretching up slowly. As he rose, it was clear he was no longer a knight but a dragon horse. He was male, gay and had only one thing on his mind... sex... but he didn't go after his mount. There was something else in the air, something tantalizing. A familiar scent. It was the scent of a human knight. Jarin moved through the underbrush, advancing quickly on draconic paws, narrowing in before he saw him... Kendred.

Kendred had focused on waiting for Rigbrand's signal. He didn't hear the dragon horse coming until ti was too late. Jarin hit Kendred with the tip of his muzzle, knocking him down. Kendred yelped and landed on all fours. Dragon paws came down, slashing at his pants and armor, letting them fall away. Kendred tried to crawl to freedom, but before he did he was bumped with a horse muzzle to lift his hind section up, then the dragon horse surged. Kendred called out as he was impaled by such a huge tool, not realizing the beast taking his anal virginity was in fact his former ally.

Jarin licked his lips, feeling so right as he started to fuck the human. He thrust his meat in and out and Kendred was helpless, trapped in a mixture of shock and pain and pleasure. His fingers dug into the dirt beneath him, but something strange was happening already. Each time Jarin thrust into the knight, his body grew longer. He gained inches in his back, his neck, his legs, his arms. Thrusting came with growing and Kendred was growing fast. His back stretched to four feet, then five. His arms were unnaturally long. He grunted and fought it, his armor falling the rest of the way off.

Kendred felt so wrong, so violated. He had been bested by the monster's minions, but there was still a chance to get out alive. He tried to crawl away, to warn the others, but each foot forward he moved, the dragon horse thrust in more, grinding, hitting his prostate. Kendred gnashed his sharpening teeth, drool leaked from his blackening lips. He groaned involuntarily at how good it felt - not just to have sex, but to have gay sex. It felt like something that had been missing all his life.

The knight slowed, his progress shrinking until he was still, taking dragon horse cock in the ass. His chest rounded, his ears stretched into points. He knew what was coming, but he was starting to look forward to it. The animal passion, the strength, the vitality. It all seemed wonderful... and that was Kendred's last thought as a human. The knight's nose soon melted into his face, leaving only nostril slits... slits that pushed out as his upper lip and jaw extended, narrowing into the tip of a draconic muzzle.

Kendred's body thickened, his back rubbing against Jarin's stomach. His flesh became rough and hard, tough and steel blue. His hair fell away and his head grew bulges, bulged that burst as horns emerged. His ears flicked as his spine stretched out above his ass cheeks, whipping around, forming new muscle, the tail curling around Jarin's side to make room for the dragon horse cock. Kendred sat there, being mated as his brain rewired itself. All he knew was that being gay was good, sex was good and that was all he wanted to do.

Soon Kendred was humping the ground, panting hard, lost to his new beast form. The knight was gone and the evidence, his broken armor, was being ground into the mud to be lost to the ages. No one would know they had ever been there... and if anyone did come, it was looking more and more likely that they would share the same fate. As Jarin kept fucking Kendred, their two former mounts wandered over. The dragon horse that had sired Jarin moved to mount him while the other came up in front of Kendred, leaning down, their muzzles meeting in a kiss without division between rider and ridden. They were simply the same.

****

The sound of water dripping down the stones was constant in the cave. It was far from the sort of place that Rigbrand had expected the dragons to make their domain. He was used to them breathing fire, seeking out lava and volcanoes. It was becoming clearer that there were many more types of dragon than he had anticipated, no doubt the reason they were so difficult to eradicate. Stretching behind Rigbrand was a line of six men, making their way back to the cave entrance. It was a relay, a way to send word to alert the others.

As Rigbrand moved deeper, the relay stretched, trying to remain in earshot if nothing else... but they didn't know that they were themselves being watched. Dragon minions silently crawled along the roof of the cave, their claws digging into the stone. They watched the humans, waited for them to spread out. They could tell that the humans were using strategy. It was impressive but it had a weakness... the man at the mouth of the cave. If he was cut off, the rest had no way to signal for help.

The minions crawled to the mouth fo the cave, suspended from the ceiling. They started to stroke themselves off, jerking their meat. Soon they began to drip and pour their cum. The knight at the door heard liquid hitting his helmet, running down the sides. He murmured gently, feeling so thirsty. It had been almost twenty minutes since he'd had a drink from the stream... The water had tasted so good, it had to be from the minerals in the caves. He slowly lifted his helmet off and set it aside before he tilted his head back and opened his mouth... and got a shower of cum. The knight's hair was soaked, his mouth filled and he took a deep gulp. As the cum was washed down, horns burst from his head and his face stretched out into a muzzle. His hands and feet grew and his body warped.

The knight fell onto his hands and knees, changing quickly as his armor burst. He grew in record time, gaining a baptism of dragon minion cum. Before long he was standing up on all fours, cumming into the water beneath him. The minions crawled down, petting the dragon horse, leading him around and out of the cave. The humans had no idea they had just been cut off from the outside world... but the minions were far from done.

More of the beasts swarmed in, moving after the humans. Webbed hands closed over mouths to silence them as they were thrown tot he ground. Armor was ripped off, torn and shattered. Minions moved to fuck the humans, spearing into them. As the humans grew longer torsos and legs and arms, it was almost as if the minions were riding dragon horses... but that didn't last. The knights lost their minds and became sex beasts, moving to fuck the minions' mouths and asses. One by one, they were being stripped away.

At the head of the line, Rigbrand continued, seeing the cave open up ahead of him. The sound of rushing water came from waterfalls at the back and sides of the cave, but the interior was massive, almost like an arena with water flowing around the outside... and in the center was something Rigbrand didn't expect. He had been told of their mountains of gold, their treasure... but he'd never seen anything like this.

A massive blue dragon sat at the far end of the cave, watching not the intruders but at least twenty dragon like horses running around. They came in all colors but they were massive, covered in scales and hung. They all were dripping their seed down as they mounted each other, fucking and playing, kissing and rubbing, wild and unruly. It would have been unsettling enough on its own, but a few still had saddles on... the saddles of the king's knights.

Rigbrand turned around and looked the way he had come, only to see two men... and a wall of dragon minions moving forward, pushing them into the arena, hissing and rubbing themselves. Rigbrand's stomach sank as he and his two remaining men set foot into the water around the edge of the arena. Brand looked down, seeing how milky it was with the seed of the dragon horses and minions.

"This whole time... the stream, my men, everyone that drank?" Brand murmured.

"Not just your men, you as well... though you haven't had nearly enough. Still, enough to see them... your men, free and happy." The dragon growled.

"This isn't free. They are slaves to you, to lust, to evil heathen ways..." Rigbrand grunted. The dragon chortled, cumming some more into the waters.

"Then I give you a challenge. If you can cross this arena, come to me and stab me in the heart... You will have your freedom." The dragon said. Rigbrand looked to his remaining two men. They gave him a gentle nod.

"It was what I came here to do." Rigbrand said before he charged forward. The knights moved with him, step by step... but it was like they had moved into a cyclone. Dragon horses circled. Some continued to fuck but others saw the humans coming into their midst. They moved, trying to knock the knights down. Rigbrand ducked under one's legs, nearly kicked. The other knights split and circled around the horses but one tripped and fell.

Rigbrand turned to help, but to his shock he saw two horses converge on the fallen knight, clawing at his armor as they came on him. Thick, hot semen poured down his back and he screamed out in lust as a thick dragon tail grew out and his face warped, stretching into a muzzle, honing to a point. His teeth grew sharp, a forked tongue emerged and his ears grew into points. The knights watched in horror as his skin hardened into scales and his armor burst. The fallen knight's limbs grew and soon a cum covered dragon horse stood up, a fat cock swinging between his legs.

The two remaining knights realized the true challenge wasn't the dragon. The threat came from their fallen comrades. Rigbrand continued on with his last remaining ally, charging for the dragon, drawing out their swords. Two dragon horses went after the other knight. He stopped, crouched, and then leapt. Rigbrand grinned, watching his friend climb atop the dragon horse, riding it. The horse charged around in dismay, unused to having someone on it. Brand felt confident that they could succeed, at least for the moment.

The chaos of the horses was unending, like a cyclone. It made it hard for Rigbrand to figure out their patterns and movements until it was too late. He didn't see it coming... a dragon stallion charging up behind his friend, leaping up... mounting not the horse he was riding, but him. The sharp dragon cock pierced through the armor and into his ass. The horse fucked in hard, sliding deep, rutting. The knight was pinned between two horse dragons... and soon cum began leaking through his armor as he moaned, his eyes glazing over.

Rigbrand watched the knight's face stretch out, his body widening and bursting through the armor, horse dragon legs dangling down the sides of the other. His ears stretched, his tail grew in and he started humping the dragon horse beneath him listlessly. He was lost, changed, corrupted. Rigbrand stood there like he was in the eye of the storm, turning to look at the dragon. The dragon looked back, grinning wide.

"And this... is how the humans will be defeated. Not by battle, not by murder. Drop by drop, you will become what you truly are... Mindless beasts of burden. The question is, will you give into your fate or have it forced upon you?" The dragon asked, stroking its massive phallus. Rigbrand stood in consideration for a long moment before he started walking forward again, weaving between the charging horse dragons, smelling the sex and sweat.

The dragon watched Rigbrand continue, preparing to defend himself against the human when the unthinkable happened. Rigbrand dropped to his knees before the dragon, casting his sword aside. He reached up and unhooked his armor, slipping it off to expose his muscled chest. His pants were unfastened next and his boots pulled off. Before long he was wearing nothing but a loin cloth. The dragon was intrigued.

"You give yourself to me?" The dragon whispered.

"You have taken my men, it is clear I cannot defeat you. I will not abandon them, I will not leave them behind. My place... is here." Rigbrand whispered. The dragon murmured in excitement, spreading its legs, bringing its massive blue cock down toward the knight.

"Then you will drink." The dragon murmured. Rigbrand crawled forward slowly, moving on his hands and knees, gazing up at the dragon. The dragon gazed back down, feeling such excitement. To give himself willingly, that was truly something... He stroked his mighty member, watching the human advance. Rigbrand continued forward before he did something unexpected. Hooking his sword hilt with his foot, he slid it up to his hands and picked it up, moving to strike at the mighty beast.

The dragon moved with lightning speed, blasting Rigbrand not with fire but with ice. The crystals built up over his skin, hardening into an ice prison that covered his legs and arms and chest. He tried to move but was unable to, fighting his prison. The dragon moved, one paw coming down to grip the sword and then snap it. The dragon chuckled gently.

"I see what your plan was. Inventive... but you will still drink." The dragon growled. Rigbrand tried to fight it, to look away, to turn his head. The dragon reached down, grabbed his skull and faced him forward. His lips were pried apart by the massive rubbery head of the blue dragon. Rigbrand did what any good knight would do - he bit down. His teeth squished the cock head, but that was all. Pressure... pressure the dragon liked and pressure that was rewarded.

Thick, slimy hot dragon spunk flooded Rigbrand's teeth. The musk and spice and salt was incredible and slowly Rigbrand relaxed, not fighting as much. The dragon poured more and Brand drank more, sucking and slurping. As the cum washed over his teeth, they stretched into spikes... but his mouth also started to grow. As he drank, his face extended around the cock, widening and shifting. His nose disappeared into the muzzle until only nostril slits were left. His hair began to fall away, revealing a smooth scalp that soon covered with white scales. The scales on his forehead split as obsidian black horns pushed out, curving upwards. Rigbrand was losing himself quickly.

The dragon murmured, feeling the knight stop fighting, go passive, and then eventually start suckling on his own. The ice started to crack and shift, contorting before it burst outward revealing the knight inside... or the man that had been a knight. The ice had fostered his changes, allowing his body to cover over with scales, but the change was hardly over. His back and neck and shoulders grew, Rigbrand fell forward onto all fours but kept drinking. His ass stretched out, growing wider as a tail started filling in. Every memory from Brand's life faded away and he was like a newborn, suckling from his mother... but his mother was truly a father and raising all boys.

Rigbrand's body continued to shift, tail swaying, hands and feet stretching into wicked talons. Without the armor there had been nothing to restrain him. His horns grew longer, his body shifted and the slit between his legs parted as a dark black pointed dragon cock emerged, wobbling and inflating, growing fatter and firmed. Rigbrand belonged to the dragon.

"At last, we have twenty four new Dragon Horses for our society! Let the initiations begin!" The dragon announced. The dragon minions that had been waiting so long in the eves swarmed in, moving to mount the horses, to stroke them off, to be filled by them. The cyclone of sex and orgy became impossible to read, the twenty four horses and knights now one and the same. It was hard to believe that the change had started drop by drop.