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The Isle of Kinoa - Part 8

By Luther

Bobert and Draco were shaken, having been chased away by their former companion. They didn't stop running until they were sure they put enough distance between them and the massive dragoness.

They stopped, chests heaving to catch the breath they had left far behind, and finally chanced a look behind them. There was no giant chasing them, these tunnels were too small for that. Draco took a moment to sit down and rest while they pondered pressing onward. Bobert, meanwhile, was preoccupied with his tail, lamenting the patch of singed fur that ran along the backside from it. He recalled the heat and the wall of purple flame and, while he should count himself lucky that was not very burned, he pouted at the marring of his perfect fur.

Ears perked as their individual reveries were broken. There was a sound, however faint, carrying down the corridors ahead. At first it almost sounded as though someone was crying out in pain until they listened more carefully. No, it was someone crying out for another reason entirely. It was a feminine voice and there was no denying they were the sounds of impassioned moaning.

"Sounds like someone is a little busy," snickered Draco, straining his ears to listen.

"Hey look, everyone we've ran across so far has tried to do us in one way or another," said Bobert. "This may be our chance to get the drop on them first while they're you know . . . occupied."

"Yeah, would be nice to actually have the advantage." The dragon was in agreement and scrambled to his feet. Together they snuck onward with renewed purpose to actually be on top of a situation for once.

They reached an oaken door and a swiftly pressed ear revealed that the sounds were indeed coming from the other side. Bobert slid his picks into the lock, being a self-respecting otter he always carried them, and probed it until he judged the contraption to no longer be an obstacle. The two nodded to each other, silently coming to the understanding of a sudden entry to take them by surprise. The gold dragon kicked the door down. It flew apart at the hinges under the brutal force of huge clawed footpaw and the two of them burst inside.

The decor of the room was decidedly out of place in a volcanic cavern. Every inch of stone was covered in sheet or carpet or elaborate wall hanging that looked more at home in some palace or sultan's harem. Exotic and well-polished dark wood furniture reflected the warm multi-colored motes of magical light that hung high in the air suspended by their own power.

There were two creatures in here. One was a bat of hermaphroditic persuasion and ample curves sitting on the end a bed covered with red silken sheets. The second was a masculine serpentine form, the lower body legless like a snake but the upper possessing a normal two-armed torso. At this point one should be able to guess the color of their eyes. His tail was wrapped around the base of the bedpost, his arms around hir hips, and his lips wrapped around hir sizable cock as shi thrust deep into his throat. The timing of their entry was perfect. No sooner had they appeared the bat's eyes darted over to regard them with the most blissful expression as shi had reached the summit of hir climax.

The servicing serpent's cheeks bulged immediately. Whatever he may have been expecting, he wasn't quite ready for this. His throat visibly opened as hir essence poured into him and their guests moved into the room. This was a compromising situation to say the least for the bat and the python creature: shi sitting there riding the throes of orgasm and he with his head between hir legs. The adventuresome duo swept in and physically arrested them and, having seized the pair, proceeded to pull them apart. Draco had grabbed the shoulders of the python and heaved. The snake's tail wrapped around the dragon's leg -not as an attack but hold on for dear life as he continued to swallow. At last the python's mouth finally relented and came off with a popping sound and was followed by an onrush of the bat's cum, some flying to arc over the dragon's shoulder and some splashing onto his chest.

It was purple! A faintly glowing purple hue had possessed hir cum. It was no trick of the light, it would seem the magic of this place infiltrated its creatures on such a level as this. While Draco had admittedly flinched at this development, he quickly reacted to try and scrape the glowing goop from him. Fortunately for him, the serpent was in little shape to fight back and slumped at the dragon's feet, bracing himself against a leg. Shi was little different, offering almost zero resistance as Bobert pushed her back onto the bed to sprawl out, still twitching.

Once the dragon was satisfied the worst of it was off his scales he turned his attention to their foes, for lack of a better word. With a little mutual instruction a plan was formed. Bobert tore some of the red sheets into strips and bound their captive's hands with them. With a calcifying touch from Draco, the rags turned as hard and rigid as stone, forming effective makeshift manacles.

"Well that was surprisingly easy," Bobert said after taking stock of the situation.

So here they were, two captives in hand and not an idea with what to do with them yet. For the moment they were out of commission. The snake had finished collapsing to the floor and was panting, trying to regain his breath. The bat, having finally stopped cumming, shuddered, drew in a long breath, and recovered enough to lift hir head up to see the two of them. Shi had continued well after they separated them and had blasted the headboard of the bed several times, creating quite the mess.

"This might not be an entirely unwelcome experience," the bat smiled.

Draco shook his head. "What are you talking about? You just got tied up in the nude and are now at the mercy of complete strangers."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

The dragon quickly realized how his words must have sounded and gave himself a gentle chastising slap on the forehead.

"Let me start again. We got off on the wrong foot," the bat continued. "My name is Echoen. That down there on the floor is Amethystine, though I just call him Ameth. We were just having some fun when you barged in."

"We noticed," said Draco.

"Just harmless fun, that's all. You could join us if you just let me free."

"Oh no," interjected Bobert. "We've already fallen once for the whole 'we aren't your enemy' deal. No dice." The otter had spotted another door and thumbed the direction, telegraphing to Draco their likely avenue of escape.

Echoen sighed. "A pity. Well we truly mean you no harm and can't even do so at the moment. You can just leave if you wanted but then we wouldn't get to see what's going to happen."

The two of them stopped at that, having just turned to leave. Draco hesitated at the implication and Bobert stopped because the Draco did. Surely the dragon wasn't going to fall for this, right?

"What do you mean by that?" asked Draco. Looks like he was.

"And experiment, of course!" Echoen exclaimed almost triumphantly, as if shi were just begging the question. "You see Ameth down there? When I first caught him he was alchemist. Well, he still is but now he's just as much a test subject as anything else. Kinda like the rest of us." The last part was accompanied by a near sigh and a brief wistful glance into the distance. Shi quickly snapped out of it and continued. "So lately we've been mixing his alchemy with a bit of magic and the essence of these crystals. We had run out of magical foci for some time now so we just started using our bodies. Add ice, shake well, seeing what we get," shi said smiling.

Draco first thought her mad, then realized that many of the world's scientific advances have come from similar recklessness, before returning to the first conclusion. Another realization dawned. The color of hir cum was more than just cosmetic.

"Are you alright down there, Ameth?" the bat asked, bringing Draco back to the reality of the situation.

"Yes of course, ma'am. A little short on breath but fine!" Ameth announced almost dutifully despite the fact that he was almost wheezing and beginning to tremble.

"So why exactly are you telling us all this?" said Bobert. "We already told you we're not falling for this."

The bat shrugged. "Oh I know you won't. That isn't what I was counting on. I just wanted to keep you busy for a few moments so it had time to kick in."

Ominous words those surely were. Without much warning at all the snake was soon practically thrashing against Draco's leg and the dragon backed away in recoil. He was not quite fast enough, however. Ameth's tail swept smoothly across the floor and caught the dragon's ankle, sending him tumbling onto his backside. That tail hit him with far more force than it should have.

The dragon shook his head and looked sidelong at his assailant. It wasn't an actual attack, not an intentional one at least, as Draco could see the python on the floor with him. Ameth wasn't paying attention, he was too busy writhing in what very closely resembled pleasure. He had gotten closer as well: that tail of his was once again pushing up against the Draco . . . and the bed too.

No, wait. He wasn't so much moving as he was getting larger and instead filling the space between everything. Though, at this point it really shouldn't be that much of a surprise in hindsight. The snake paused a moment, eyes looking up at the dragon in momentary respite before he groaned and was lost once more in whatever pleasure the transformation forced upon him. With every shiver he grew a little more. Every twitch saw him sliding a little further across the floor in all directions, rapidly doubling his former size, becoming a noticeably larger and more threatening version of himself. Ameth's movements had stilled some, calming down from convulsions into something more serene, his face settling into a countenance of something deeper: satisfaction.

His eyes fell to a half-lidded state, long and forked tongue slid out into the air as he relaxed, and a grand sigh escaped him. The crazed magic was far more powerful than Echoen thought and before anyone could form a proper reaction he seemed to be everywhere at once, filling the room -though what a proper reaction to this might be one could scarcely say.

The huge python pressed his palms to the floor, heaving himself upward into a sitting position, back braced against the wall. Smooth scales glided across the cool floor, more and more of his thickening lower body trailing across the room, turning as it found the far wall, bunching and coiling where it could. He has to be a solid forty-five feet in length by now.

The tip of Ameth's tail slid beneath the bed. It grew thicker, longer, more and more worked its way under there until there was simply no more room and, with a creaking effortless jump, up went the bed in scaly leverage! As it lifted into the air Echoen's first instinct was to grab onto the bedposts for dear life, wrapping her legs about them for purchase as it rose higher on the serpents many growing coils, tossing and turning yet never quite flipping over. It was a hell of a ride.

The others had not been too hesitant for once the shock wore off things quickly became a battle for something even as simple as footing. Tripping, stumbling, lurching snake was everywhere, inviting all manner of easy blunder if one were not careful enough. Draco was now fighting to balance atop one of the many moving barrel-like coils, trying to keep from slipping and wind up straddling the thing. And Bobert -poor Bobert- was climbing, ever climbing up another slope, always to have another grow in front of him whenever he was about to surmount the current one. At this rate he'd never reach the top because the top kept growing out of reach!

Thankfully, it looked as though Ameth was in little condition to actually put up a fight. So taken by the change was he that there was little he could do other than sit back and enjoy it. It looked as though Ameth was going to be more obstacle than opponent. That was well enough for Bobert. Things were going to be hard enough as they were with the challenge of dodging the massive and expanding eighty foot serpentine form. He looked up at the pitching and swaying bed above and could see the moving figure of the bat on it. Shi had managed to get hir hands free now and was glaring down at the otter.

"You should have taken my offer!" shi shouted. "If I can't take you as a partner then I shall have you as a pet!"

A sphere of ruddy light coalesced in hir open palm and, with the winding back of hir arm, shi tossed it like a ball towards Bobert. It streaked bright red through the air, wobbling and deforming as if fluidic in nature. Fortune had it for him that the shifting surface beneath them forced hir aim to be false: it flew wide and splashed across only a small part of Ameth, though as it soaked into his body the effect would soon prove to be great. The hundred foot long python's eyes snapped open as his entire body began to hum and a new heat flushed through his scales -one that everyone could feel radiating outwards.

The otter's climb was going nowhere fast and its fruitless nature was becoming apparent. He needed to do something and, having narrowly dodged who knows what witchery, decided that if this was to be a slinging match then he should sling back! He grabbed for one of the pouches he kept at his belt and returned fire, sending it sailing at hir.

Shi saw it coming and ducked behind the closest bedpost, imposing what little cover it offered between hir and the projectile. It was to poor avail, however. The contents of the bag truck it and exploded in a tan, stringy, gooey mess, wrapping around the post to cover hir regardless. Echoen gasped, a sharp inhalation of the stuff's deceptively floral scent hid a powerful alchemical aphrodisiac that hit hir like a charging bull. The bat's huge, throbbing erection was sent into a new catapult stiffness as the power of it literally knocked hir backwards onto the bed, sending hir into thrashing hysterics. With hir too busy riding the sensations, the bat was left without an outlet for the lust powered magics which began to feed back into hir. Shi arched hir back, legs splayed outwards, and fat, heavy orbs rocked back and forth between them.

Through hir own merciless teasing and the fuzzy-mindedness that hir cock controlled hir with, Echoen managed to grunt aloud: "Ameth! Do something!"

"Yes mistress, I have the gold one handled!" came a hissing yet obedient reply.

By now Ameth was covering nearly the entire floor like some living, roiling carpet of coils each as thick as a man is tall. Somewhere among them was caught Draco, waist deep in churning scaled muscle. He expected to be crushed any second but remained remarkably alive. Now whether if it was due to how relaxed the snake was or by design, it was hard to tell. The cradling coils quickly answered that question as they seemed to shift and pull him along towards the base where tail met torso.

The immense serpent lurched and closed the gap towards Draco. The dragon saw firsthand the handiwork of the bat's lust-building spells as, from the serpent's slit had emerged a massively engorged maleness. Now Draco was brought perfectly level with the giant's crotch and staring down not one but two enormous cocks, each the size of battering rams that leaked and throbbed with an eldritch fueled need. The pleasure-soaked Ameth thrusted again along the floor and they slid rapidly across his own scales towards Draco, but instead of ramming into him they flew to either side and the dragon found himself trapped between them, wedged firmly in the middle, arms and wings pinned to his sides. Even though it seemed Ameth was only semi-aware of his surroundings, he looked down to see the little dragon in such a predicament, and couldn't resist smiling at the sight. It was an effective -if lewd- method of seizing him.

In his precarious position, Draco was neither amused nor entertained by this. In fact, the more he struggled the harder any higher thought became. The heat dulled his senses. Being pinned between these two monsters made it hard to think as his nostrils were invaded by the undeniable scent of male -and he was caught right amid of the source. What was worse, as the creature grew Draco was lifted into the air, held in place like a morsel between a pair of those eating sticks from the orient.

Draco pushed outward, kicked his legs, but it only exacerbated things. He was caught in a fleshy crucible and just as his vision was settling into a clouded haze he felt a numbness overcome him. Then his toes brushed against something despite being hoisted into the air. He tried looking down but could see nothing beyond his own chest. It felt like his legs were stretching longer. Scratch that, it felt like everything was stretching longer in the oddest sense of vertigo he had ever experienced. Not unpleasant, just disorienting.

The fog lifted. He found his head literally rising above the musk, at last able to think clearly once again. It was then the dragon began to figure the magically charged spunk he had wiped from himself was having a similar effect on him, if a little delayed. It was far better late than never, however and he used this opportunity to free his arms as he grew from the turgid vice-grip. He blinked his way back into the conscious world and, by the time he fully realized what was happening to him, he had only one thought in his head: it was his turn now.

Draco gripped the python's tail first with both arms then, as he shifted his center of balance, grew to where he could negotiate it with only one. His free hand helped to pry himself out. The dragon's growing stature aided him in fighting off the sheer size and weight of the resting serpent. Perhaps he was twenty feet now, it was hard to tell with the majority of reference lost beneath serpent. It was a full-time battle to simply not be pinned once more by the expanding bulk, to turn it aside as it came, but it was one that was becoming easier as time passed. At thirty feet the former walls of scale turned into great armfuls which, at forty, turned into ropy braches to be pushed away as he pressed forward. Towards exactly what he couldn't say, to Bobert or some means of getting the situation under control. There was a measure of success: either Ameth's growth was slowing or his own was outpacing it as the dragon's head approached the same height as the python's.

Draco had the further advantage of not being beneath the same influence as Ameth, he could far better control the burning in his loins. Between that and his slowly dominating size, the dragon was able to grapple the other giant and exploit the obvious pounding weakness. He toppled Ameth, bearing down on him and grasped with each hand one of the snake's cocks. It was a strange situation but one the dragon wouldn't hesitate to adopt if it promised victory. He met no resistance as he slid his hands over the straining lengths from base to tip, to deign tease the near-gushing heads by rubbing his thumbs over them. Poor Ameth reeled back, seeing stars as his will fight was sapped thoroughly.

The battle on Echoen's end was faring just as poorly. The crystalline-fueled spells she had worked on hirself, the aphrodisiac Bobert forced upon hir, it all formed some potent cocktail that effected a response deep inside the bat and shi found hirself unable to do much more than buck wildly into the air. The magic had taken over completely, stealing away any protests shi might have had. One of hir hands gripped the bed sheets, bunching them up as the other worked itself over that painfully hard batcock, greased by the precum running down it. It speared into the air and into some invisible lover, spurting what was managing to escape of all that barely contained virility.

Barely contained became not at all. The bat became uncorked and that quivering length of hirs became like a fountain, sending a near constant stream cum flying. It struck the canopy of hir bed and dripped back down onto hir. Messy yet gratifying. Part of hir thought it might never end and another part hoped it wouldn't. It sprayed upward to land upon and soak hir fur, the sheets, running down the sides of the bed and onto Ameth's body to make it perilously slick.

By some measure of mercy this load of hirs was not infused with the magics of the previous one but while it may have been the normal ivory color, there was a truly ridiculous amount of it! It cascaded downward over the scaled coils that Bobert was still trying to climb to make things that much more difficult on him. He was forced to slow to find careful handholds and avoid an increasingly distant fall.

Ameth's previous advantage over Draco lay chiefly in his overwhelming size. With the difference between them gone, the python was disarmed of that. The big snake was hardly a threat now given how easily he could be persuaded into having his own willpower take a backseat in favor of mindlessly satisfying his lusts. It hardly had time to be considered temptation given the sights and smells and the two achingly hard members demanding attention. He soon fell into madly stroking one with his hands while servicing the other with his own lips and tongue, alternating between the two. It wasn't long at all before the big snake was blowing as well, reclining back against the walls and painting the space above him.

Bobert had finally surmounted the challenge placed ahead of him and reached the peak of the mountainous heap of python. He was rewarded with a view of its owner cumming relentlessly and the supposed mistress of the place in little better condition. His travelling companion had gained considerably in size and even atop his high perch the otter found himself having to look up at Draco. What was more, while the giant python seemed to finally stop growing, the dragon was still going strong. The otter looked out over the 'terrain' like an explorer surveying the last and gave a long whistle of consideration. Yep, things were getting out of hand and he once again managed to spy that distant exit door.

Echoen's climax had died down dramatically, though never entirely. That cock of hirs simply refused to stop for good but shi was able to regain some measure of focus. Hir fluttering eyes spied the otter standing some ways above hir and shi snapped back to reality. Given hir own situation and the fact that Ameth was more or less orgasmically out of commission, shi resorted to that old villainous favorite: the distant verbal fist-shake.

"Did you honestly think you could get out here that easily?" shi shouted at him. "I'll get you sooner or later!"

"Honestly? No, not at all!" the otter retorted. "But I seldom do anything honestly!"

With that he stuck his tongue out and practically pirouetted, throwing himself down the cum-soaked slopes of Ameth. First on his back, then changing direction, he glided down like a penguin over the slippery ice, taking momentary flight as he caught a natural ramp. He flew through a looped coil and shot out the open door, sliding over the smooth floor on the other side like a greased pig. Maybe he ruined what clothes he had left but the exit was completely worth it.

There was just a slight problem for the still-growing dragon: the door was made with someone much smaller in mind. At this point he'd be lucky if he could fit an arm through. Bobert stood back up just on the other side of the threshold, looking back into the room of giants too large to follow, wishing he could do something. In the end, reality made itself clear and all the otter could do was shrug and smile half-apologetically before turning tail and dashing down the hall and out of sight.

When he and Draco and all of them first joined together everyone knew that each was in it for themselves. Sure they all figured their chances of getting to whatever treasure lay within was much better traveling together but, in the end, the relationship was purely mercenary. All were prepared to put his or herself first if there was only one prize after all. And it just so happened that this was a perfect opportunity.

Just like that Draco was left behind. So what if the two of them might have trapped Draco in here for now while that fink of an otter got away unscathed? The dragon was confident he could catch up in some way or otherwise make this all worth it. That was no reason for him to not get some sort of consolation prize. This entire time his unsatisfied own need had been building along with the rest him, perhaps well ahead of him, and everything pent up was quickly rising to the surface.

The giant python had calmed himself and was now panting, completely spent after something like that. Maybe it was a conscious effort on his part or just a twist of fate but the serpentine muscle beneath the bed began to move, bunching and shifting it towards Draco. Echoen's view changed as it was soon replaced with the golden scales of a massive pair of legs and the irrefutably enormous dragonhood that hung so heavily between them and was now pointed straight at hir. The bat recognized the way it swayed and trembled and how beads of precum the size of hir head leaked from it. One quick look up at the dragon's eyes and mischievous grin cemented his intentions.

Shi immediately tried to scramble away from the bed, away from the blast zone but a quick wiggle of the dragon's fingers froze the sheets she had entangled hirself with solid like rock. It was inevitable now, the sentencing was placed and shi could hear it fast approaching. The bedframe shook as the dragon's huge clawed fingers -each as big as shi was- curled around it, holding it firmly in place.

He was so wonderfully close to the little revenge that fate couldn't deny him and seemed to be in fact supporting. The feeling of becoming more and more, the rush of power shivered up his spine and went straight to his head after a quick detour to his crotch. As impressive as the bat's soaking orgasm was, it would be nothing but a mere shadow of what was welling up and leveled directly at hir. All the bat could do was let out a nervous little chuckle. While shi had grown used to being the one in charge, some part of this display thrilled hir.

The dragon snorted as he felt it overcome him, wagon-sized balls emptying with the kind of geyser force that one could only expect from a beast of his size. It nearly made his knees buckle but the sheer will to blast the sorceress kept him upright. And blast it did. The impact knocked her down and sprayed to all sides, the power of it blasted the pillows clean off the bed and across the room, the volume began to flood the first few feet of the room within a few moments.

Long seconds followed, filled with dozens and dozens of gallons per enormous shot and countless more pooling up around them, eventually rising up to the dragon's ankles. At last it slowed, with the flow of spunk falling to a mere gush, and Echoen was once more able to open hir eyes. The bat had been blasted back, plastered against the headboard. Shi gave this exasperated ear-to-ear grin once sensation returned to hir. As much as shi hated to admit it, there never existed a more sublime wetness and a great part of hir outright enjoyed being covered so thoroughly. Before shi knew it shi had found hir opening hir mouth to lick at the stuff even as it still flowed around hir.

The bedframe was set back down. It was Draco's turn to rest now. He was left dizzy and had finally stopped growing, thankfully just before there was no room left to grow into. Things between the three of them were rather cozy now to say the least.

"Don't anyone worry!" Echoen said, grunting as shi pried hirself from the sticky mess hir bed had become. "I'm fairly certain that I can fix a-all of this. Just as soon as I can clean up!"