Wrongful Death Reperations

Story by Serathin on SoFurry

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A commission for Moonshade

A great hunter has killed a dragon only for the benefit of a adventuring party that commissioned him as well as the glory for such a magnificent kill. The dragon seeks revenge, but without his body he has to get far more creative in order to get what he wants...


Wrongful Death Reparations

It was a clear, cool night on the forest hillside, the idyllic scene punctuated by the chirping of insects and the occasional animal call. That silence was quickly shattered by a thunderous roar, the trees shattering as a colossal scaled body crashed into them before carving a deep furrow into the earth. The red scales gleamed as it let out a gout of fire, letting out a rattling, gasping breath that caused rivulets of blood to pour out of his mouth. As the dragon's amber eyes began to close it saw a figure of a man holding a silvery sword approach him, seeing his own blood dripping from the metal. The tall, brooding figure smirked as he walked right up to his huge eye, waving goodbye as it closed for the last time...

"A remarkable show, Lord Valbane." A rather timid elf said as he came up behind the hunter, watching the tall human wipe the blood from his sword before putting it away. "To bring down such a massive beast, tales will be told of your legendary accomplishment."

The hunter scoffed as he handed the sword off to the elf servant, causing the smaller man to let out a small gasp from the sudden addition of weight. "It's easy once you know where their hunting grounds are." He boasted as he opened the mouth to extract one of the teeth for a trophy. "All you have to do is set a trap and let them fly right into it. After that it's just perseverance, a keen eye, and steady aim. Now stay here and wait while I go back into town, I already have a group of adventurers that are more than willing to pay top dollar for the body and I want to be sure that our meal ticket is safe until then. Once they arrive you are free to go for the night Neylas."

"Thank you m'lord." The elf replied with a small bow before the noble turned and left down the path. When the human disappeared into the shadows of the forest Neylas fell to the ground, the equipment clattering around him as he breathed a loud sigh. As exciting as being Lord Valbane's personal assistant was, the job was extremely demanding and sometimes meant that he was forced to sit alone in the dead of night next to the carcass of a dead dragon in the middle of the deep dark woods.

Neylas continued to press his back against the dragon's cooling hide, his mind racing with how much work he had yet to do after the corpse was picked up. He still had to maintain and put away the weapons and equipment, sharpen all the implements, and put away the horses they had used during the chase. He was so preoccupied with his growing list of chores that he didn't notice the dragon's red-scaled body begin to glow with an unearthly light. It was only when the dragon's body began to shift did the elf open his eyes in surprise.

"What the?!" The meek servant shouted, looking up as an aura of red light coalescing above the body. Before long it had formed into a smaller version of the dragon that had just been slain, its glowing gold eyes looking down at him with distain. "By the gods... what... what's going on?"

The dragon seemed to regard him up and down, the elf's entire body tingling as the strange entity grew close to his face. "You... are not the one who killed me." A deep voice boomed in his mind, the draconic figure looking down at the partially exposed sword next to the elf. "You carry his weapons... which means you are his servant, yes?"

"I-I am..." The elf stammered before falling to his knees. "Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry that my charge killed you, I have no say in what he does though! I love dragons, I think they're beautiful creatures!"

The spirit dragon seemed to look him over once more, then off into the distance, then finally back to the cowering elf. "Very well, I will spare your life, but in return you will be my instrument of revenge." It communicated, Neylas feeling his skin tingle with magic as the creature drifted within mere inches of his body. "I do not have the energy to seek out your master, I must use a vessel... and you are the perfect vessel. Do not worry, if you truly love the draconic form then this will be a joy for you."

Before Neylas could even shout in protest he felt a shock pass through his entire body, his vision filled with red light as the dragon spirit pounced upon him. His muscles seized and he fell to all fours as the energy filled him, unable to do anything but clench his eyes and hope that the magic that passed through his body would soon be over. For what felt like an eternity the mystical force swirled around and inside him, penetrating his body to his deepest core...

And then, suddenly, it was gone. Neylas continued to breathe heavily as he sat back against the dragon once more, then quickly jumped away from it when he realized what he was doing. His hands were still shaking as he tried to regain his composure, looking around for any sign of the spirit that had been around him only moments before. At first he feared possession, but he didn't feel any different as he felt himself for any signs of it.

"Hey, you Neylas?" The elf suddenly heard behind him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin as he whirled around and saw a person dressed in black right behind him. "Your boss said to tell you that you can go home, the payment is done and you can go home and tend to your duties, whatever they are."

Neylas nodded and gathered up the equipment once more, wondering just how long he had been out as he walked down the trail with his arms loaded down. As the elf began to walk away the mysterious figure whistled and several more men came out of the bushes, a few of them accompanying a rather large cart that would haul the dragon's huge body into the city. "Huh, you really think that carving up this creature is going to be worth the money we paid for it?" A tall, muscular man in splint mail said as he walked up and put his hand on the cold scale.

"Trust me, it's worth it." Another man, this one dressed in leather armor and furs replied as he rubbed his hands eagerly. "There is no equipment better than that harvested from the body of an ancient dragon, and what we can't use we'll be able to sell and get more than twice the amount we paid, probably even more. Trust me, this will be the best investment you have ever made. Now let us hurry and get it back to the warehouse, I have to dive in while it's still fresh."

"That is the grossest thing I have ever heard you say Aran." A woman in white garb and shining silver half-plate armor said once she had finished her prayer. "This magnificent creature's life was taken so that its body will provide us with items that may one day save ours, the least we can do is sanctify this dragon's corpse and give it the dignity it deserves."

"Merril, Aran, do not get started." Another man, this one in red and blue robes with arcane marks on them, said as he stepped between them. "We are all just a bit excited right now, the hired hands are loading it up as we speak and once we're back in the city we can let our masterful druid do his thing and we can collect our spoils."

"The mage has a point." Aran replied. "The longer the creature stays the more money we lose. Let's get him back to the warehouse."

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Neylas' head was swimming with questions, and by the time he had started walking up to the equipment storage area of the Valbane manor. All he knew was that his body ached and there was still much work to be done, but as he set the equipment down to put away his restless mind demanded attention instead. He finally decided to take a walk in the woods that surrounded the manor, something that he had done many times before when something bothered him. As he went back out into the night air he looked up to see the moon still glowing brightly in the sky, which made it easier for him to navigate to his favorite area on one of the hillsides.

As he sat down on the mossy rocks the main reason it was his favorite place was revealed, the vantage point providing the perfect view of the Lord's bedroom window. There in full view was Lady Valbane, still awake and sitting at the drawing table while her husband slept in the bed on the other side of the room. He had spent many years on that same rock, pining for something that he knew he could never have. It was why he stayed with Lord Valbane for as long as he did, had it not been for her presence in the manor he would have left the employ of the boorish Valbane a long time ago...

A sudden stirring in his loins made him flush in embarrassment, his thoughts turning more deviant as he watched her brush her hair. Even though the young elf never saw her naked, he had at least enough decency to turn away and go somewhere else when she had begun to disrobe, he had often imagined what it would be like to be with her in that regard. Those thoughts were now beginning to surface as he continued to watch her, a strange heat building in his body as he began to rub his chest.

"By the gods, what am I doing..." Neylas muttered to himself as he quickly stood up, his cotton trousers tenting as he shuffled away in embarrassment. He had always managed to restrain himself when he gazed upon her, content to merely pine for her from afar. These new sexual instincts were a new feeling for the elf, and even as he left the object of his affection he could still feel the pressure and heat building inside him. The only solution he could think of was the nearby river, hoping that splashing himself with a bit of cold water would do the trick and ease his newfound lusts.

Unfortunately as he reached the waters he found that they were already occupied, another elf servant named Ansel washing himself in the flowing waters of the river. Neylas' mouth dropped slightly as he stopped behind some bushes, seeing the naked elf's skin gleam in the moonlight. At first he thought that he could wait silently until the other elf left since it seemed that he was almost finished, but as the bather turned to face him the sight of the other male's groin caused him to let out an involuntary moan. Neylas couldn't believe that he had made such a noise, and before he could even think about leaving he saw Ansel peering into the darkness of the forest.

"Who's there?" Ansel called out, taking a step forward through the water. Neylas wanted desperately to run, to get away from the extremely compromising situation, but he found himself frozen in place. When the other elf called out once more he found himself stumbling forward, his body trembling as he was revealed in the light of the moon. "Neylas?"

Ansel couldn't help but giggle as he identified Neylas when the other elf stepped onto the bank of the swirling river, seeing the look of embarrassment the other servant's face. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you were gawking." Ansel said with a coy grin. "You just come to watch or are you here to bathe as well?"

"I uh..." Neylas stammered slightly, finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the naked figure in front of him. He shifted his body slightly, his muscles seeming to cramp up as he slowly took of his clothes and walked down into the waters. The cool water made his feet go slightly numb as he walked towards the other elf, who just gave him a smug smile as he regarded his body before he turned back around and continued to wash himself.

"Perfect night for a swim, wouldn't you say?" Ansel commented, Neylas still picking up his cloying tone as he continued to stare at him. It was no secret that Ansel preferred the company of other men, the elf had openly come on to several of the other servants, including himself. Neylas was normally uncomfortable around the rather sexually aggressive male, but this time he felt very relaxed towards him as sank into the water to cool himself of the growing heat in his body. "Is there anything I can do for you Neylas? Scrub your back?"

"I can think of something else you can scrub." Neylas' eyes widen as he heard the words come out of his mouth unbidden. Ansel's head snapped around, an excited glint in his eyes as his grin grew even wider. The embarrassed elf sunk as low as he could into the water as he could, trying to hide himself as Ansel sloshed seductively over towards him.

"What did you have in mind, big boy?" Ansel nearly purred as he sank down into the water as well until he was nearly eye-level with the other elf. Neylas began to squirm slightly as he felt the other elf's hands press against his chest and shoulders, letting out a small churr of satisfaction. "Mmmm, where have you been hiding all those hard muscles of yours? You are one sexy beast..."

Neylas was confused by the other elf's comment; he had always been lanky, and no matter what he did he could never gain any definition. Before he had a chance to even ask he was pushed back into the bank of the river, stumbling backwards before falling down into the smooth stone. As he moved into the shallower water he began to see what the other elf was talking about, the water running over his now defined chest and arms. His skin also looked a lot redder then before, and as he touched himself what he thought was just his body going numb was his skin hardening into waxy scales.

"Wait... wait..." Neylas managed to stammer as he looked at himself, then at the other elf that was crawling towards him hungrily. "I... want you to suck me off, I need it real bad." Neylas screamed at himself mentally as once more what he wanted to say and what he said did not match up, the elf letting out a slight chuckle before moving up and putting his hands between Neylas' thighs.

"You know, after my initial advance I thought you didn't like things like this." Ansel said as he grabbed the prone elf's groin, feeling the rod of flesh beginning to fill with blood despite the rushing water. "Looks like I was wrong, I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of this..." Neylas wished he could say something, but the other elf had dipped his face into the water and wrapped his mouth around the growing member. As he grabbed onto the slippery rocks that supported his body he felt his fingers sink into the stone, bringing up one hand in time to see sharp, black claws pushing out from his red fingers.

"What's... happening..." Neylas said breathlessly, his body conflicted between the pleasure of the elf between his legs and the changes that were happening to his body. With every bob of Ansel's head it seemed to progress even faster, Neylas powerless to do anything but gasp and moan in pleasure as his voice began to deepen. With the light of the full moon overhead he could see everything that was happening to him, more and more of his body breaking the surface of the water as his form expanded. The defined abs and pecs that the other servant had admired earlier continued to grow, his six back forming into a hardened eight-pack as his nipples disappeared under the mounds of scaly muscle. "Ansel..."

Saying the elf's name just seemed to spur him on even more, even as Neylas' cock reached its full length and continued to grow inside the warm maw that encased it. Neylas' legs wrapped around Ansel, gleaming in the moonlight as the changing elf watched his feet crack and grow into large, talon-tipped feet. His hips began to buck up as Ansel began to suck harder and faster, the tip of his now large member bumping against the back of the elf's throat as he felt his spine extend underneath him while his body writhed. The water around them thrashed and churned as a new dragon tail burst up from the water, red scales gleaming as it splashed water everywhere. It was enough for Ansel to pause and look up, but before he could do anything a pair of scaled hands grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him back down on the still expanding draconic spire.

Ansel let out a little gasp of surprise as he realized the predicament he was in, the former elf's face the only thing left unchanged as the hands on his head continued to bob him up and down, and even that began to slip as Neylas groaned and roared in pleasure. Neylas could feel his face push out as though some unseen force was pulling at it, his grunts and moans growing even deeper and feral as the scales pushed up his neck and over his chin. As his jaw expanded his thickening tongue ran over his sharpening teeth, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his skull reshape and several points of bone growing out into spikes and horns. When he finally did open his eyes again they were a solid amber color, which looked down at Ansel as he kept positioning himself to get that huge, ridged length deeper inside his mouth.

As the transformation neared its completion Ansel's eyes widen as he felt the massive length that had begun to push into his throat jump slightly. He tried to back off but the scaly hands behind his head prevented him from doing anything but letting the new anthro dragon's cock shoot its seed straight down his throat. Ansel nearly gagged from the sheer volume that was dumped into his stomach, nearly going cross-eyed from the volume as the weredragon's body shuddered before slumping back into the riverbed with a contented sigh.

As Neylas' hands relaxed Ansel finally pulled his head off of the huge spire of flesh, letting out a gasp as he felt the dragon's seed slosh in his belly and a blissful haze settle on him that he had not felt with any other partner.. "That... was a new experience." He said breathlessly as he moved up a bit and rested his head against the beast's chiseled chest. "Hopefully the first of many... though maybe if you don't mind we can do it on a bed? Plus I'm not sure that huge rod of yours will fit in my backside my sexy dragon."

Neylas was barely a hold of his mental faculties as he felt the elf snuggle up against his new form. While he was still in control of himself he could feel fierce instincts awaken in him, his brain on fire from the stimulation he had just received and the wanting lust for more. He could smell that the other elf was still horny, their impromptu lovemaking intended for his pleasure mainly. As much as he wanted to try and figure out what was happening to him there was a burning need that he could not ignore, one that he found himself tending to despite himself as he stood up and got on all fours with his new tail raised in the air.

Ansel was slightly surprised at the sudden gesture, the weredragon looking back at him with a 'come hither' look as his tail gently swished around in the night air. As the tight ring of muscle was presented to him though he wouldn't let an invitation like that go to waist, his own cock springing to attention as he stood up and moved through the water to the waiting dragon. Had Neylas still been in his right mind he would have been mortified at what was about to happen, but all he could do was watch as the elf sauntered up behind him and caressed his thighs.

Both Ansel and Neylas let out a gasp as Ansel pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slid inside the dragon. As the hard cock pushed into his inner depths Neylas felt his body shift once more, his hips popping as his legs began to thicken with even more muscle. The former elf was far too gone to care though, a look of enraptured bliss frozen on his muzzle as it began to inflate out into a proper dragon's maw.

Neylas let out a low growl as he was pushed into the river bed, his arms pushed into the mud as his tail swished in the air. As he struggled to support himself he felt his shoulders snap, his joints bending unnaturally as they became forelimbs, his hands swelling out until they became proper paws. It was a form that he had seen before, the dragon body that he had seen dead only a few hours ago returning to life right before his eyes. He watched in the reflection of the water as his head expanded, his amber eyes separating as his nose filled out into a proper draconic muzzle that stretched open as the thick cock of his dominant partner continued to push in and out of his tailhole.

The feral dragon could sense his partner was nearing completion just like his own body, Ansel on his tip-toes in order to keep up with Neylas' expanding body. Neylas didn't care anymore of what he had become, just the exquisite pleasure of the male behind him as the elf's body began to tense. All too soon though he heard a loud cry from Ansel as he came, feeling the hot seed inside him as his own cock jumped and spurted several jets of dragon cum into the river and mixing into a bit of a slurry.

"Never fucked a dragon before... this was too much fun." Ansel said as he quickly recovered, his grin stretching as his jaw popped slightly. The elf brought a hand up to his face as he felt it puff out, bearing his sharpening teeth in a wide smile. He could feel his skull shifting and altering, growing larger as his lips hardened and a scale pattern began to emerge on his face. "Fucking a dragon... AS a dragon... even better." Ansel embraced his change, his own cock as hard as steel once more as he put it back against the dragon's tailhole.

The changes were not lost on Ansel either, letting out a pleasured moan as his own legs began to shift as well. The elf could feel his cock growing even larger inside the dragon as it rubbed against those silky walls, a similar scale pattern to the one flowing down his neck radiating out of his groin. His thighs began to swell with muscle, which only made him thrust harder into the subby dragon beneath him and making him moan even louder. Had anyone been in the forest at the time they would have heard their loud cries. "Oh Gods Neylas!" Ansel shouted, his voice deepening as his horns continued to slide out of his head, his back arching as the end of his spine began to stretch out into a tail of his own.

There was a loud splash as Neylas felt a heavy weight press against his back. A muzzle similar to his own pressed against his neck as the muscles began to lengthen, both their spines popping as the bones began to press against the scaly skin just below their shoulders. The whole time their bodies continued to grow, both of them the size of large horses as Ansel's thrusting hips reformed into hind limbs. Any semblance of their elven heritage had long since disappeared, the two feral male dragons grunting and groaning as Neylas' thick, ridged member began to leak pre. Their lusts grew more and more intense, especially as changes continued to happen to their groins, a loose flap of flesh forming into proper sheathes that were nested right beneath their huge cocks.

Finally a pair of wings unfurled from their backs, flapping in the air as Ansel's thrusts became shorter and shallower in the other dragon's insides. Neylas' amber eyes began to glow as he felt the newly created dragon came inside of him, the dragon spirit inside of him continuing to prepare as his revenge continued to blossom.

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Aran breathed a deep sigh as he sat in the wooden chair, the remains of what had been a dragon sitting on the table and dirt floor of the warehouse they had rented. The hide he had worn during the process was soaked in blood as he tossed it aside, sitting in the cool air of the building in nothing but his loincloth. It had been a long night for the druid, and now that he was done with the essentials he had a large amount of refuse to deal with. Part of him wanted to just let it rot, but they had paid quite a bit of money to reserve the space and he wouldn't want the group to lose it because of him.

"I wish there wasn't so much that was going to waste." He said as he stepped inside the giant carcass once more, being careful around the large, exposed rib bones as he worked to clean out the inside of the skull. He had gotten a bidder for the dragon's head, do he was scrubbing out the inside in order to prep it for the preservation process. As he continued to work he suddenly heard a sharp crack, like the sound of bone breaking as he pulled his head out of the confined space to see what the matter was.

"Huh, odd..." he muttered to himself before going back to work. As he stuck his head back into his skull he was amazed at being inside such a creature's skull. It was almost like seeing through his eyes, though by now the clear amber had clouded over into an opaque state. He had magic though that would clear them up, which would help fetch a higher price.

Another sudden crack caused the druid to jump slightly, the back of his head banging against the solid bone of his skull. He grumbled in annoyance as he felt his head throb, but when he tried to get out of the dragon's head he found his hair fused to the bone. He tried to reach up to pull himself free but as he grabbed onto one of the nearby forelimbs his hand stuck to it like glue. As he continued to struggle against his bonds he heard more cracks, the ribs he had been standing on shrinking before they slid up and attached to his bare chest. He tried to scream, but his voice reverberated within the bones of the skull and trailed nowhere else.

The druid felt his chest get compressed as more and more bones stuck to his body, his limbs going stiff as they began to sink into his skin. Although he couldn't see it the areas of skin around the bone turned an angry red color, thickening as it overwhelmed the attached bone. All the druid could do was continue to shout and struggle, but his body began to grow heavy as the skull around his head shrank towards his face. As he felt more bones attach to his limbs he realized it was the ones that he was going to use for his druidic magic, even feeling the runes he had started to carve into them while he had been working. It was a very macabre oversight that was quickly being replaced with fear as he felt his body changing.

"No... what have I done..." Aran began to plead, seeing the bones of the dragon's skull inch closer and closer to his face. The loincloth he wore during the processing of the body fell to the floor as the bones crept up to his thighs, cut by the sharp barbs of the spines as his maleness was exposed to the open air. As he felt the skeleton 'complete' itself his emotions suddenly shifted, feeling a heat from the exposed runes as his skin continued to puff up around him, giving him a surreal feeling as he felt the spine bones that had attached to his back connect and fuse with his own. "Ah gods..."

Unknown to the druid his own magic was being turned against him, the natural pathways of his energy spreading the draconic corruption like a poison. Instead of pain though the spread brought a sense of warm pleasure, causing him to let out a moan before the jaw of the dragon pressed against his own. His five inch member began to stir as red lines traced around it, quickly going erect as the flood of deepening red moved up to the tip while the already turned fleshed expanding in girth. The pleasure exploded tenfold in his body as the transformation reached the tip, which tapered to a point as his erection continued to push outward to nearly a foot in length.

Aran tried to focus on halting his transformation he couldn't help but be amazed at how good it felt, as well as the rush of strength and power that he experienced. As his feet cracked and pushed up, which along with his expanding body added nearly two feet in height. His body only continued to increase in mass as well, the bones that had been stuck to him completely subsumed by his flesh as the tailbone that had stuck to his back was enveloped by the skin that pushed out from his backside. Even though the druid wanted nothing more than for everything to return to normal, a growing part of him was curious on what the spire of flesh now nestled between his legs felt like...

Before long his resistance succumbed to the pleasure and his hand slowly wrapped around his throbbing tool, the claws that had attached themselves to the ends integrating with his fingers as began to stroke. Almost immediately the anxiety he felt melted away, replaced with exquisite bliss as his knees nearly buckled. With the pleasure came a comfort with his new form, the muscles that had bulged unwieldy before had now streamlined itself into a lithe sculpture of masculinity. His other hand quickly went to join the other, the former dragon's jaw stretching as his own as a deep growl escaped his scaly lips.

The growing pleasure in his loins was suddenly interrupted as he heard the door to the warehouse open. "Hey, is someone in trouble in here?" The human called out as he entered the warehouse, the smell of blood hitting his nose and causing him to draw his sword. As he stepped inside what looked to be a dismantled carcass in the middle of the room. Before he had a chance to investigate further though he turned and bumped into what felt like a wall of scales. He took a step back and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he saw the impressive eight pack of the twelve foot tall weredragon in front of him.

The guard raised his sword to attack, but before he could even heft the steel in the air the dragon held out a scaled hand and uttered something he couldn't understand. Raw power exploded inside the human that caused him to drop to his knees, his leather armor ripping to shreds as the polymorph spell casted on him causes his body to expand. In mere seconds the confused human was nearly as tall as the original, looking down at his new scaly body as he became a weredragon similar to the one that stood before him. "What... happened..." he asked as his transformation finished, looking up at the druid before his eyes trailed down to large, throbbing cock that was mere inches from his new muzzle. "So powerful..."

"A new spell I have been granted." Aran sneered, taking an immense amount of perverse joy in seeing the other dragon look at him with longing, something that he would have never enjoyed before. "Now why don't you show your appreciation for me giving you that amazing body of yours?"

It didn't take long before the former guard took the draconic dick in his maw, causing Aran to shudder and growl as his tail whipped around behind him. Unbeknownst to him a growing presence in his mind was pleased at what he saw, though the spirit of the dragon had just begun his revenge...