Awakened Volcano

Story by Grahckheuhl on SoFurry

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This was one of the requests I was taking on FA.

Watch out what islands you visit in the Pacific, eh?


Intense heat and pressure encircled around, and yet it felt cold. A swirl of gray and red was all that could be seen or sensed. There was no noise and there was no feeling of anything; the world was inert. Magma slowly oozed along with out direction or reason in an underground vein beneath an island somewhere in the Pacific rim. A mental prick sparked from a creature which could sustain itself via slumber in such a hostile environment that even microbial life couldn't be a disturbance. Memories flooding back just the way this portion of the Earth flooded itself with molten rock.

A slight shift from the creature marked its reawakening. A fire dragon of old, possibly one of the first of its kind, had submerged itself within the volcano if an island above to sleep. Humanity had been on the rise. It was a haze within his mind but the smaller creatures, armed with arrogance, began to turn away from the land. Creating false gods to idolize instead of the animals of the land which ruled over the Earth and watched man evolve took much hubris. Memories of anger and pity bubbled within the magma.

Still curled and suspended in the magma, however, the dragon kept resting for a short time. Emulating what looked to be an unborn hatchling all this time, new memories seeped within his unconscious. Oh how the world changed around him. Millions of years had passed by, the world being literally reshaped by mankind in ways that the dragon couldn't think possible. Entire lands shifted and creatures sent to the graves. Thumping of a draconic heart began to regularize and bring itself in to a rhythm of functioning life and being delivered from the self-imposed coma. There was a sense of urgency inside the dragon's mind, and a sense of dedication, of a task to be fulfilled.

A haze still covered his mind which blocked such emotions, seemingly testing him to ensure he'd wake only when the time was truly right. But there was something more. Beneath the lids of his eyes, the ocular nerves picked up something more. There was communication, but he recognized it. Chanting, how ever quiet and horrendous it may be, was present in his mind. Small jabs to his mind had him recollect the purposes. It was a dance. This was a dance by humans. It brought a frown to his scaly face, as he knew it to be all wrong. Yet it was meant for him. Somewhere above him there was the recognizance of humans worshiping him, just like in the days of old. It felt reassuring that perhaps there were still men that believed a dragon was actually a god, but at the same time angering that the moves and patterns for proper worship were lost with the times.

Within the darkness beneath the earth in cooled magma there was heat to be felt once again. The dragon shifted slowly, churning within the thick liquid as the new information flooded to him. A small village was built upon the island and became populated by a tribe, many millenia ago, which the dragon brought with him to ensure the sleeping place was never to be disturbed.

The dancing continued. It relayed detailed information of the world above. A small flame broiled inside the chest of the dragon in a sensation of pride that even across all the ages, the humans which he had taught to utilize their clairvoyant capabilities were built upon and flourished. Some things a dragon were just not able to develop, and yet had the knowledge. In a way this once again brought a feeling of anger to the dragon, of regret, and of personal annoyance.

More information was being sent, and becoming as vivid as if he were there viewing it for himself. It was sickening to see it from the viewpoint of a human at the same time. It caused him to feel smaller, weaker, and less capable. Heat began radiating from the dragon and the darkness of the cooled magma faded away in to a brilliant mishmash of black and dark reds. There were many more humans on the island not partaking in the dance than there were doing so. They were watching in rows upon chairs.

Quickly spreading was the heat after the dragon came upon the realization of what was taking place. This was no well-timed ritual to bring sweet dreams and keep the dragon knowledgeable through his slumber of current times. His dances, the lessons he taught the faithful of his flock, all abolished for one thing. Entertainment. As visions of how the human world worked continued pouring inside what seemed to be a mental void yearning for knowledge, the dragon writhed in place. The island which he slept upon had been defiled by those who not only disbelieved in the dragon's awesome existence but converted his people. It all had melted down to nothing but a place where humans traveled for vacation with the ideals of merriment and partying, but at the same time mocking and spitting upon old traditions.

Lowly grumbling, the dragon's body yearned for freedom more than anything else. His eyes shot wide open as the pupils narrowed while darting about. There was no denying this was all but a horrible dream. He was within the crust of the Earth, and the volcano which he entered had sealed itself with inactivity. It was time for renewal, and time to bring justice to his heritage.

Every movement the dragon made sent powerful waves within the magma. The island above shook with the returning presence of something which had long gone asleep. A deep growl from within the dragon's chest billowed forth as he expelled molten rock which had collected within the trachea over so much time. Immense heat radiated off his scales as the sand around the beach became soon too hot for human skin to bare. The salt water of the ocean quickly started bubbling as though coming to a quick boil and leaving those people too stubborn to move quickly with severe burns. Any individuals not at the dance were soon herding there to talk to someone supposedly in charge, or at least, the lead organizer of whom ever turned the village in town specifically for nothing but tourism. The dragon knew his destination, seeing it all in clear detail.

Boring through the magma at breakneck speeds, it was as though the same heat he provided to the ground around him helped to power the respiring muscle cells aching for movement. The surface above him began to crack as vents of intense heat sprung forth in random locations. Every flick of the dragon's tail, or quick swipe of the paws, sent a powerful rumble as the land above prepared for his emergence. A mound started to appear in the open plaza just in front of the stage where the dancing had taken place. Concrete and metal quickly melted down just before the dragon's nose pierced through the loosened material.

Roaring up in to the evening air, the setting sun just behind the dragon became obscured to anyone upon the stage. Lava rushed forth around the initial entrance before quickly receeding, as though the liquid was simply blowing before the dragon. People had been flung from the location and sent strewing across the tops of short thatch-roof buildings which were mere replications to give ignorant folk the guise of authenticity and antiquity. Clawing his way out of the ground there were people who had been simply pushed off their feet, but now were speared outright by the glowing and still intensely-hot claws of the dragon. Screams as seared flesh and punctured bodies filled the air while commotion and fear from everyone else ringed.

The immense size of the dragon began to show itself as he tugged himself from the hole he created. Not only did the long neck stretch upwards in to the sky, certainly well above the one-story small shops in the area, but the actual musculature was shown in full. Shining golden scales caused the darkening island to be wrought ablaze with boundless color. The thick ridges shown within the forelegs and along the neck of the dragon were accented with streams of lava flowing between them, causing the already muscular dragon to look more built to be a living tank than anything. Slowly able to stand more upright, it could be seen how the dragon was at least thirty feet up to the shoulders even with out the rear support of the hindlegs. The hindlegs themselves, however, were a mystery in how they could even support any form of movement. Between the appendages there were hanging two massive testicles, both seen with the lighter yellow scales wrinkled and squeezed together, both pushing either forwards or back depending on the movement of legs. Even from the front they would have difficulty finding any solidarity, for two thickened sheaths had been on full display. One on top of the other, the two cock-sleeves bounced about with careless abandon. Any petrified humans which had stayed beneath the dragon or covered their faces in fear were found a swift end as the sheer weight of the dragon's plumbing made itself evident by crushing their bodies against the heated pavement below.

Twinkling upon the right horn, a platinum ring would show adorned after cooling just enough to separate from the lava off the upward curved horns. There was a certain group of people who, dressed in the traditional garbs for the ritual that was meant to be began to bow upon the stage. Jerking his eyes over to watch, he could feel their mental anguish. Perhaps it was the ring which was noticed, it glittering due mostly in part to light from molten trails dripping from the dragon's white mane. Lifting his forepaw to give a command, the motion would be nothing more than a quick flick towards the bowing humans. A tourist speared upon a claw, still writhing, had been flung from the claw and against the stage with a force that caused much of the round wooden platform to crumble in the front. It was a cue as strong as any and the twenty or so seemingly brainwashed individuals quickly marched on their way. His mind reached out to them, and it told them that dragons are generally peckish upon waking from multi-millennium slumbers.

Bending down with a smile upon the golden face, the dragon simply waited with crossed forelegs. It wouldn't take long until, from the corner of his left eye, two followers came dragging a well dressed individual. His eyes gave off a slight glow, beckoning the three to atop the stage.

"Very good, you two. Quick and efficiently you have brought me a single bite. You two shall be rewarded dearly."

The voice from the dragon was hoarse, as if parched after such a long sleep, but it could be heard echoing back, bouncing off the inactive volcano on the rear of the island with a loud boom. Escaping with it was a breath, harsh and unwelcoming upon the skin of the three in front of him. A chin spike, arching down and forwards, dug itself against the ground when his mouth gaped.

A second time the mouth opened, but it did not close this second time. Cries of horror were heard from the first sacrifice. Both from utter fear but also from a searing pain that blasted the front of the body; thin layers of clothing made for the tropical environment not at all protecting against the dragon's hot breath. The mouth appeared more like an ominously glowing cave with the lights from outside flickering at just the perfect angles. A row of sharp dangerous teeth above and below were seen, shining as diamonds but white as pearl. The two followers, in a state of awe, had nearly forgotten their purpose. Pushing the sacrifice inside with a shove to the back the two quickly hopped away as a trance over them had been broken. Natural fear of a human heart, and being in the presence of an innately superior creature beginning to wrestle at their hearts. They also knew what was about to happen, as with a sly grin from the dragon was to show and his mental link with them breaking, they were to be next. A quick poke out and a swipe along the side of the stage left behind nothing more than a smear of saliva as the two intricately followers were left inside. The three banged and rolled against each other as the long muscle inside the mouth toyed with the little morsels. Heat inside the mouth reached a sweltering new height as it closed from the outside world as the dragon felt quite clearly the skin on the humans peeled away as the scalding liquid ravaged the bodies. Fading wails were all that was left for the fire dragon to keep cheery with as the bodies were felt squirming like worms down his esophagus after taking one weak swallow.

Quickly thumping his tail at the new sight before him, just seconds after that quick peristaltic movement, was a long line of humans. All of them were either shaking, crying and begging, or holding their heads down and muttering in a state of delirium from the unbelievable situation ahead of them. Led only by one single poorly dressed man of what seemed to be a powerful stature, he was not one of the original followers on stage. Opening his mouth once again, he watched curiously whilst extending his tongue to the stage. It was a test for himself to see how imposing his presence had become on the weaker willed; just how easy it would be to actually gain new followers with mere aura alone. Tugging on a rope that tied and attached to the hands of the line of sacrifices, it looked more as though a slave holder was parading his possessions. The dragon's mood quickly escalated upon seeing the blind obedience of the man leading himself to his, and fellow kin, to a demise. Loose strands of fabric off clothing began to burn while the heat for those in front caused them to gag and tug. The leader of the pack seemed to possess a demonic strength in tugging what was a pack of thirty strong in to that mouth single file. First the bare feet of the man in front pattered upon the tongue, squeezing down against the soft flesh with quiet slurps. Soft patters from the footwear striking against the smooth and slippery-wet surface followed. Blood was able to be sensed on the taste buds of the tongue as the burning flesh of the leader's feet was taking more than it could handle, and yet he continued. Leading the posse inwards, the dragon took not a single swallow as the esophageal entrance remained wide open. Every human able to watch as the ones before were forced to walk within the jaws of their fate, and a grim fate it indeed was for them.

Long and writhing the dragon's tail quickly broke down any building which stood in place. Feeling the newly acquired chattel be driven down his throat, the tail swished back and forth in a certain glee almost akin to that of a happy puppy. An ulterior motive was stinging at the back of the dragon's mind, however, as the one he felt to have been in charge of this tourist operation was in hiding, or at least hiding. He emerged where that person should have been, but being gone, would mean that the human tried to escape. Two rows of spikes, sparkling at the tips with a meticulously sharpened point, was able to rip siding off structures for his remaining followers to storm. The main focus was a larger resort structure at the beach. The giant and long body of a dragon proving to be quite the boon as the tail found its target, wrapping around the greeting lobby just in front and attached to the hotel. A quick jerk was all that had been needed, and he allowed the worshiping few to do the rest.

All the while he was able to feel the last of the group, being forcibly dragged in to the throat from the marching pack ahead, fall in to the throat. It was a strange scratching sensation to behold, but also surprisingly comforting. Movements from within, rubbing constantly against the walls of flesh as the humans seemingly meandered through the smooth flesh began to bring a deeper sense of satisfaction to the dragon, but the need to want something more. It didn't take long for the sheathes beneath the body to swell considerably. A certain heat radiated forth from his body as he rolled upon his back. The humans inside felt tumbling helplessly against the squishy and almost frictionless environment tested the dragon's will to not swallow. It was all like tiny sensual massages in a region that couldn't otherwise be reached. Two black shafts began to sprout from their homes, one atop of the other. An extreme positive to having a harshly ridged and scaly belly and chest was that, often times upon arousal itself was pleasuring. Sensitive bare flesh was glided along the scales in a deep grinding manner while the weight of the second shaft above it forced it down, and thus ensured a more pleasured sensation. Bloating out to the point of each reaching the same circumference of the dragon's main body, each were also able to reach well to the middle of his chest. At that moment the crew inside his throat would begin passing through the sphincter leading to his stomach. Kicking a hindpaw against the ground signaled a deeper lust. After eons of lacking certain touches, the nerve endings laden beneath the flesh became hyper-sensitive, and each person inside became equivalent to one dragon of his own size stroking the shafts on the outside. Somehow, he thought, a nerve or two surely crossed inside his brain for such a perverse lust to wallow forth, and yet he wished that it had always existed.

With eyes closed from the glee of it all and laying upon his back, the golden reptile barely gave notice to the worshipers clambering upon him and those shafts themselves. The top shaft hanging off to the side with the immense weight with the tip nearly touching the ground whilst the bottom shaft stay forced to the region of his chest. Any movement was enough to upset the balance of the rounded members, each sporting a perfectly tapered tip designed to thrust within the most tight of dragons yet be able to bring a legendary bliss with engorged ribs lining the sides. Dribbling pre from the top shaft caused the grass below to blacken sharply as the heat from it caused plant life to retreat as if in sign of respect, the way leaves curled from nearby shrubs emulating a natural bow. No heed of safety was shown towards the humans upon him as the cocks rolled against each other to leave some trapped between and crushed, and others found themselves squeezed by the stroking dragon's hand against the ebony flesh. The humans around acting hypnotized and giving regards only to the dragon's pleasure.

A mental tug awoke the dragon from his blissful haze as an entourage of worshipers fanned out to present a single man. He seemed to be in his mid thirties to early forties, and the signs of a comfortable and carefree lifestyle was showing on the man's body; the dragon instantly recognizing the beginnings of a slothful human. He was sweating both from fear and the heat of the dragon's aura, and it was instantly known inside the dragon's mind that this was the man who began the tourist operations. A slight grin once again crept along the golden face as a claw beckoned the two holding the man carefully walked forward and up the dragon's tail. Carefully walking along the top shaft and dropping to the bottom as if nothing more than a natural hills on a landscape, the man's head was forced down while his body forced to kneel. Quiet sputterings of a madman was all the dragon was able to hear, as the fear of the situation was more than enough to drive him near insanity. The golden beast had to give the human credit however; not often could a being of such low intelligence possess the willpower to overcome the naturally hypnotic musk that wafted within the air. But with a quick blink and nod of his head, the two followers suddenly shoved the man's head downwards and in to the gaping urethra.

Widening with the presence of a sacrifice, the cock-head suddenly engorged and grew dramatically. The urethra being the cause of it as it expanded. The shifting flesh created for an unstable environment to stand upon, and the two followers with him were forced to travel within. The dragon was able to watch with glowing eyes as the rubbery interior of the member squeezed with pseudo-muscular contractions. The two followers, being of sleeker build, quickly sank in even before the man they were forcing inside. That man, which the dragon wished to feel a certain type of torture, was lodged much more thoroughly. Others swiftly moved to massage the shaft, the humans being tenacious with their actions in the very least, as those close enough were as well able to view inside the dragon's cock and the individuals disappearing inside. Small bulges were seen, two seperate and distinct, continually traveling downwards at a swift pace and eventually disappearing in to the main body of the dragon, being transported to the testicles. Despite the insignificant sizes in comparison of the humans to the actual spectacle of those orbs, faint sloshing of the liquids within were heard to those on the outside with the wailing and bubbling screams of humans being boiled alive in the excessively heated seed. Meanwhile the third bulge had stopped halfway down the immense member. A particular glow could be seen emitted from the eyes of the dragon; a streak of light trailing behind as his head moved ever so slightly from side to side as if ready to recite an incantation.

Shortly after many of the tourists began to line up upon the stage for the dragon to casually feast upon. Keeping his mouth open, and upside down, all humans were able to file inside neatly and effectively as if accepting their fate as being nothing more than insects to a greater creature. Many of them slipped as they walked along the tongue, some humans falling down the gaping esophagus while others were able to neatly walk inside.

The twin shafts, while receiving all of the bliss from inside and out, they had both seemingly ran dry. In truth there was the third bulge in that member which the human became trapped within which somehow blocked the flow and the other shaft halting it's stream as though in respect. Many of the humans, fearing that they were not fulfilling their roles as worshipers, began to force themselves within the shaft with out a bulge. Shoving each other in multiple at a time, they were able to create large sending parties inside of the shaft that were quickly sucked within. Claws upon the hindpaws began to dig and tug at the ground, tearing small rifts in the ground through the concrete, as pleasure culminated with alarming pace. With more bodies filling the gaps inside of the testicles, the dragon was able to feel how his body dealt with foreign objects in such a sacred place; they were transfused and forced in to the actual sac, and not within the testicles themselves, where they were slowly converted through seepage of liquids and enzymes. Boiling down their bodies to a more useable format. It seemed that none would think of the suffocating heat until finally inside, as silhouettes of several feet or bodies were seen from the outside and against the scaly balls. All of them seeking sanctity from a fate where only the dragon could gain from.

The stationary bulge in the other shaft began to grow in size over time however, and the dragon only let out a quiet chuckle at the sight. Dragons are dangerously efficient manipulators, but not just with mental wars. Their bodies are a part of their domain as any physical realm that one might fly to, and one that they had utter control over. He was forcing the man inside to become literally stuffed with the pre-seed that tried to escape from before. The man's body extending beyond any normal level and point of natural death, the bulge could be seen growing near to the size of a knot. Moving downwards ever so slowly to give it more the proper image of actually being said knot, the man's internal organs slowly cooked and burned with liquids able to catch fire to plant life.

Able to feel the writhing of humans deep inside his stomach, as they fought against each other to find solace from the burning liquids inside, wrought a level of sexual energy that was desperately needed. Grinding his teeth together and closing his jaws wound find any humans in the vicinity crushed and gored while the tongue savored and squeezed the lifeblood from the bodies and snapping the brittle human bones against the roof of his mouth. His tail creating a swathe of destruction from left to right as it cleared away small buildings and sent flying debris and what little was left of the human population of the island that were coming forth. A certain capacity of objects and natural seed was reached inside the sloshing genitals with the shafts pulsing with increased life. At that moment, in bulging shaft which had doubled in girth from base to halfway up thanks to the inflated human within, a powerful explosion of the bursting body sent a ripple of utter bliss from deep in the core of the cock. Roaring out at high decibels with sudden ferocity was enough to shatter the eardrums of any humans left upon the island not already having met their end. A literal eruption of seed from ebony monuments of flesh was sent across the island and both down at the ground given the relative angles of both cocks. It was a searing heat that, upon touching the ground, would emulate a volcanic lava stream as it turned to ash plantlife that it touched and the flesh of humans. So powerful was the emotions of the dragon that his powers went wild, calling to life the inactive volcano of the island. It, with rivaled ferocity, erupted in a pillar of smoke as molten rocks shot forth. The seed of the dragon oozed along the ground of the island, washing away and covering much of what was left of the buildings meant for tourists. High pitched whistling from the intense heat of the ejaculate meeting with the ocean's edge roared within the atmosphere as it boiled instantly. No instance of any human body was found being expelled from the dragon's body, and those boiling away inside the gut would become motionless as the heat and lack of breathable atmosphere finally ended the bleak existence.

It wouldn't be until hours later that the release of a dragon, who had not seen of the surface, had finally ended. Relaxing back against the cooling liquids of the ground and the flood he ironically created, he looked out to the ocean upon feeling a presence. Sunlight danced off the waves of the far-off water as early morning breached the horizon, and upon it, a strange shape with it. Another dragon, with brilliant blue scales and teal tinged frills, had been coming forth. The two were able to connect instantaneously as the fire dragon became aware of the ocean dragon's presence with telepathy, an innate ability for many elder dragons.

I see you've finally awoken, Tyrris. It's been too long, you know. There's much in the world that has changed.

Have we met, water dragon? How do you know my name?

I know enough about you, for you were the one who came upon my territory to begin with with your humans. No harm was intended, I know, but I kept tabs on you. I knew how to reawaken you, but no human remembered.

So it was you who actually perverted my followers?

They strayed a long time ago. I only introduced the aspect of greed to a man who thought to profit from old legends. You are, well, were an old legend.

I don't think I gave enough credit to you water dragons back then. Here I thought your kind and their existence was meant only to ruin our fun with fire. I congratulate you on that. Come on over, and let's celebrate a little for you helping bring me back. I'm still a little peckish. How about some... fish?

I've... uh, other matters to attend to.