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The Kelpie

Except of gentle rustle of the wind and the soft lapping of the waves rolling against the shoreline, only the buzzing of a bicycle was heard in this mild, moonlit summer night. His heart beat like a drum.

Will she be here again? Would she fulfil his desire? Would she help him to feel him really free for the first time in his life?

He came powerfully on the pedals, thinking about he has met her for the very first time. Here at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, behind a dike. It was as she waited just for him and the very moment he saw her he knew that she was the one, the only one who was meant for him to spend the rest of his life.

Back in the hotel there was his family: Wife and two children, two girls. Back in the hotel's garage was his large Porsche Cayenne. Back in Germany there was his job, a very well paid job actually, which enabled him to drive such an expensive car like a Porsche. Brief, he was a very successful, wealthy man, in his best age, his hair just starting to show the first grey edges.

But all of these formalities became meaningless since he saw her for the first time just at the very beginning of his vacations at the sea. It was during a nice walk upon the dike with his family. On the one side the blue-grey water of the Atlantic Ocean on the other side lush green pastures. Cows, horses and ponies were grazing or standing and except of him and his family no people were seen.

He inhaled the fresh night air. Even now the exciting smell of the sea, of salt and algae mixed with the sticky scent of horses and cows. The closer he came to the very place the more excited he got.

He dismounted his bicycle and walked the last few meters, just for the case someone would pass by.

He sighed at the increasing narrow-mindedness of human society. If someone caught him here, he would be in deep trouble indeed, because who could understand his feelings, his emotions? Who could understand the concept of a soul being trapped in the wrong body? No one except of someone who's soul was trapped as well. Of course, he was not alone, but human society did all to eradicate those... perversities.

Perverts - that's what human society calls people like him.

Welcome the twenty-first century, where human society was so proud about the freedom of mind and speech. True, now marriages between gay couples are allowed, in some countries they even can adopt children, except some countries already known for their intolerance against different lifestyles or religions.

On the other hand, more and more the governments all over the world started to interfere with the daily life of people: There are new regulations for silly stuff like electric bulbs or olive oil in standardized bottles, new regulations for road transport - the list would be endless.

He thought about the time when he was a teenager, back in the Eighties of the last century or even in the Seventies. Indeed, things like equality between men and women weren't a matter of course and environment protection was still something unknown. But there was a sort of an agreement between state and its citizens, between the upper class of society and the common people: Live and let live.

But now a minority, either religious or politically or economically influential, dictates the life of the rest of the population.

The new law concerning animal protection is an example how society works in these days. No one will disagree that animals must be protected, both animals in wild life and domesticated animals. Just have a look for example at those huge farms where meat or milk is produced - mind the word _produced_as if the animals were sorts of machines - or large slaughterhouses. Have a look at all the trucks transporting animals rolling across highways criss-cross through Europe, because it is for example cheaper to bring cows from Belgium to Bulgaria for butching. Have a look at the poachers everywhere in the world hunting down elephants or tigers for selling the ivory and bones as remedy and potency for the Chinese upper class. Nearly everywhere animals or nature in general gets exploited by human's greed and nearsightedness.

So particularly during election campaigns a new Protection of Animals Act is passed. So far, so good. But, as usual, there are many stakeholders who want to bring in their - let's call it - advice: Representatives and various pressure groups from industry, agriculture and such. And finally there are certain animal rights activists who think they know everything better than people who are far more experienced in responsible use of animals.

The result was a new law which brings - oversimplified and foul-mouthed - a farmer who fondles the balls of a stallion for pleasuring the horse and himself into prison or at least into a financial ruin. But if this very farmer neuters the stallion without any anesthesia, he won't get blamed any more: After all narcosis is expensive and the farmer is exposed to market competition. So for being competitive he must reduce his costs that way.

If you love your dog and give him some release with your caressing hands then you pay; but you are still allowed to do brandings on cows, of constipate dozens of pigs and carry them from Scandinavia to Italy to butcher.

There are beauty competitions for animals and for winning those, the animal owners can abuse their animals in various ways, but if any author or any artist displays interspecies relationships having the slightest touch of being physical, the courts won't consider it as artistic freedom anymore.

Even more, there are now a group of self-constituted animal rights activists who hunt down people who happen to love animals, committing calumny, they even hesitate to break the common laws by aspersions and also violence - even tolerated by the police. If you look closely enough you will recognize the similarities to the prosecution of gay people nowadays in Russia, similar to the medieval crucible or even the darkest part of German history.

The man dismissed all those thoughts because they didn't matter anymore, because he was finally there and she waited for him,she, the most beautiful creature of the world. May someone else would have considered _her_as simply a horse, a wondrous white mare, but anyone who was openminded and above all also able to view through the heart, was able to see her as the creature she really was, a unicorn.

Slowly and carefully he approached for not startling her. She simply stood there, watching the man coning closer, her dark eyes like bottomless lakes in the moonlight.

A chilly breeze from the sea ruffled her mane which fell almost to the middle of her back and looked as fine and soft like dandelion fluff.

The man was not able to resist, something stronger then him, a never before felt passion and longing pulled him closer and the mare didn't even move as he buried his face without any hesitation into that mane.

He breathed in the equine smell which mixed up with a somewhat salty smell of the sea and he could not tell if it was brought by the wind or if it radiated from the unicorn herself.

Caressing hands roamed the mare's back and flanks which shimmered like fresh fallen snow in a moonlight night, with some hints of dark blue and green and grey and even turquoise. The fur felt silky and slightly moist which seem to add to the captivating scent.

Since he was a child, the man loved the smell of horses and very soon it also became something arousing for him - he never found an explanation for that phenomena. While most of the people he knew were bothered by equine scents, he could not get enough of it.

Sometimes he mused if he may was a horse or any other equine in one of his former lives - he was convinced of having lived before and since his teenage years he didn't consider himself any more as a part of human society.

Already he felt his own wetness in his briefs and his member was hard like a rock, leaking pre. His excitement grew further as he stroked her neck, moving his hand up under her mane, rubbing deeply. She looked patiently at him, but suddenly she brought her muzzle to his head, nuzzling the ear she was able to reach. Taken by surprise he looked at her and suddenly felt the unicorn's tongue brushing over his face from chin to forehead.

He couldn't resist any longer as he was too hard in his pants to be comfortable. As soon as the unicorn heard the sound of unzipping, she bent over curiously for a closer look She sniffed and the man shivered in lust as his maleness was now sensitive to the very air.

The velvet muzzletip shoved his testicles up, examining this area as well and tried some tentative lickings from the testicles up along the shaft towards the cock's tip.

The man gasped as the unicorn greedily drew his maleness into her maw using her tongue and top lip.

He hold his breath as she bit down softly, worrying that she might just bit it off but even more excited then before. The fabulous creature loosened her grip on his member as she began using her tongue to massage it instead. He stood there trembling and let it happen.

With both of his hands he caressed and rubbed her so lovely face from jaw to ear. With shaking fingers he traced the form of her somewhat pointed ears and he rubbed the base of her spiralling horn which shone with its own seashell light.

He was already close to his climax but somehow he felt ashamed. The thought of releasing his unworthy semen into a unicorn's maw seemed to him all of a sudden disgraceful and inadequate. Carefully not to hurt himself on her teeth he pulled his member out off her mouth, and started to masturbate himself.

He pressed himself against her body and began to cover her face with passionate kisses. In return she licked across his face and the man opened his mouth in anticipation. She licked him once more as her tongue fell into his mouth.

They stood there with her tongue in his mouth caressing each other's tongue. He could still taste the grass and hay she had in her mouth earlier. It was a dry, bitter taste but one the man found to enjoy. He stroke himself faster until the dizzying heights of ecstasy overcame him.

He moaned softly into her ear as he shot his semen all over her, still rubbing her face with one hand as the other wiped load after load of his lovejuice onto her body.

The man could not remember having experienced such an intensive orgasm ever - and certainly not with a woman or a man.

Still a bit breathless he felt the urgent need to return the unicorn's favour. He was fallen in love with that mare and for her he would do everything. He wanted to be a unicorn-servant, only living for a unicorn's pleasure he realized now.

He began stroking the unicorn's back and flanks, slowly making his way towards the gorgeous rear, until he had his hand on one buttock. At this point she raised her tail, even before he reached in underneath it.

Carefully he stroked under the tail feeling around for her labia. From time to time he let his fingertips slip inside as he noted the unmistakable hint of a mare in need and heat, the so called winking: She protruded her clit first out then back in, which gave the impression of a winking eye.

Instantly the man followed that particular invitation spreading the unicorn's vagina open and began licking, long strokes up and up, then delving in as deep as he could reach and swirling his tongue around. There was a slight musky sweetness, somewhat like fresh hay.

He slipped off his clothing piece by piece, pausing in his oral ministrations only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. The man was thoroughly enjoying eating her out and did note the slight change of smell and taste. Not only the unicorn's smell did become more and more intensive, the nearby ocean's scent seemed to get stronger and thicker as well. Also the taste became more and more bitter and somewhat metallic.

It was not the only change.

Was it just a trick of the moonlight as he stood finally completely naked behind the unicorn, or was this mysterious creature bigger now than before? The mane looked different as well, but he could not tell what the difference really was - it was just... different. Also the formerly silky white hairs on her ankles seem to have changed into something different, greenish shimmering and resembling of some algae.

But it didn't matter to him at all. He was in love with this unicorn and all that was important to him was her continuing _winking_telling him that she was so much in need of him...

He looked down at his still (or again?) erected member and blushed. Though he was said to be very well built, a mare would barely feel him inside her. On the other hand, he owed the unicorn a climax and her tail was still raised - she expected him to pleasure her.

The man stepped closer again, stroking her vagina and entered her with three fingers, in response to which she pushed back into him. Slowly he worked his fingers in a bit at a time and used her natural internal lubrication.

After a few minutes he had my whole hand inside. The unicorn felt warm and tight, and very comfortable to him, as he slid his hand in and out. He also moved it around inside her, gradually reaching deeper where the warmth increased.

Once he had gotten past his wrist, he could feel a cavernous widening of her vagina deep inside, and with a little effort he reached the far end.

As the man had buried his arm inside the mare nearly up to his elbow, she raised her tail and her head as high as she could. Her ears were stretched as far forward as they would go and with a strange, hoarse neighing the unicorn pushed back into the man behind her.

The heat around his buried arm became almost unbearable and he wanted to withdraw quickly. He felt the vagina contracting cyclically and the contractions increased in rapidity as he tried to pull back.

Just as the man realised that he was trapped since even the cavernous area deep inside was clenched tight against his fist, the air was filled by a sharp and slightly sulphuric stench.

A blinding pain let him scream loud in agony as a torrent of urine hit his face, stinging and burning. It was no equine urine... it wasn't even an equine anymore which released this acrid, smelly and sticky liquid.

And then the creature moved slowly forward, the man's arm still inside him, forcing the man to follow.

Step by step moved the creature towards the dike and further across the empty beach towards the sea, the man forced to follow. With each step the creature changed more and more.

Still blinded by the liquid the man was not able to notice the changes, he could not see how the soft, white fur turned into scales, how hooves became claws and the single horn disappeared only to be replaced by two horns sitting on a skull which wasn't equine anymore but draconian. Also the silky mane now floated with a green shimmering like algae on the waves as the creature walked slowly into the sea.

The creature strode out a long way before it began to swim. The waves broke no higher than its hocks and eventually he let himself sink onto the flood. And the man followed, his arm still buried inside the creature, pulled down into the water. But the man did not resist anymore, even as the first waves rolled over his naked feet. He was still devoted to his love for the unicorn and his mind simply could not grasp what was going on. The pain caused by the liquid slowly faded nevertheless he still was blind and everything around him was a floating darkness.

******

Consciousness claimed the man back after an uncertain amount of time: Was it just hours or days?

At least the blindness was gone - at least he hoped it was gone since he could only recognize shapes and shadows in the darkness, but it was more than before.

He came to the conclusion that he was in some sort of a cave, and an inner voice told him that this very cave was somewhere deep under the ocean's ground. There was a sort of a grey-green shimmering and flickering light but he couldn't find the source of the light. Maybe that shimmer was caused by some algae on the cave's walls.

Suddenly he realized that he was still completely naked and - even worse - his arms and legs were bound in iron chains to the floor.

"Where am I? What's going on?"

And then, following an impulse, he asked: "Did you bring me here, my beloved unicorn? What have I done to you that you take me as prisoner? All I did was to show you my..."

"Shut up!"

The voice came from across the cave and it didn't sound very equine. Actually it was a sort of a growling roar and the air was filled by the smell of melted iron.

"Finally you've awakened."

This time the voice was much closer.

The man screamed in terror as the creature brought his muzzle close to his face. A muzzle with a nostril on either side at the end. Although the maw was closed, one tooth was still visible on each side, about one forth of the way from the tip of the muzzle. The tooth looked razorsharp and was nearly as long as the man's forearm. Its upper lip went back in a wavy line that looked very much like a wicked grin, almost to the cresting on the side of his head. Under the cresting on the side of its head were large, round bulges: powerful jaw muscles. Large green reptilian eyes watched the human coldly and a great set of ivory claws rested only a few inches away from the man, each of the four claws nearly as long as the human's legs.

"A dragon!" the man gasped - and to his own surprise he added: "And what happened to my unicorn?"

"_Your_unicorn?" the creature growled.

"I mean... I mean..."

"The unicorn you wanted to seduce, I guess. How do you, a mortal human, dare to touch a unicorn? Even to claim a unicorn as yours?"

The muzzletip nearly touched the man's face. Before he was able to answer there was a swirl of light and shimmering shapes and for a few minutes the wonderous white mare was standing in the cave: The very mare with a mane looking so soft and fine like dandelion fluff; the very mare with flanks shimmering like fresh fallen snow in a moonlight night, with some hints of dark blue and green and grey and even turquoise...

The blue and green and grey became stronger and in another blurring motion the unicorn vanished and changed back into the reptilian like creature staring at him.

"A... a dragon", the man stammered.

"I prefer Kelpie."

"A Kelpie?" the man asked, "What's a Kelpie? Some sort of a seaserpent or a seadragon?"

The Kelpie's eyes seemed to glow: "You really don't know what a Kelpie is? Well, I can be a dragon in your eyes if you insist. Actually it is my most preferred appearance. Unicorns appear so icky innocent but on the other hand they are the perfect baits for human males as you. Well, to satisfy your curiosity... A Kelpie can be described as a sort of mythological waterhorse, talking in human terms. In my case a waterstallion, though. I hope you don't mind the mare-thing back on the pasture."

"A Kelpie..." the man gasped. "I have heard of them before... But I always have thought those were only Gaelic legends."

"Interesting", the creature growled. "So you don't believe in Kelpies, but you willingly accept the fact of talking to a dragon, and you even were about to ravish a unicorn mare."

The man blushed: "Actually, I wouldn't even have guessed that dragons were real. I... I only wished all my life they were. The same for unicorns... My desire, my heart let me see the mare as unicorn but my brains screamed it was just a mare, a very particular mare of course, a horse nevertheless. I... I... So... unicorns, dragons, kelpies and maybe also griffins, they all are real, then?"

"Oh, we are very real. And I'll make sure you won't forget that. And I think that my appearance as dragon is most appropriate for those lessons I am going to teach you."

The man didn't know what the creature meant by that until he noticed the kelpie making his way above him.

"What... what are you going to do? What do you expect from me?"

The kelpie's laughter filled the cave and let the human shiver: "Well, my good man. I am going to devour you. And by that I just expect you to die. Quite simple, don't you think so?"

The human panicked and began to struggle, trying to get free, but the chains held him back in place.

"Squirm all you want, those chains are unbreakable. Don't you know that kelpies are next to dwarves the true masters of forging?"

"Please, don't eat me. I don't taste good and besides..."

"Come on, shut up. Die like a man, boy. There's nothing you can do to stop me to still my hunger."

The creature lowered his had and sniffed the human. "Hmmm... you still smell of horse and... alright, you have wet yourself as it seems..."

The kelpie dragged his tongue across his captive's chest. The man shuddered from the tongue brushing against his stomach. "But you don't taste that bad, human after all. You'll be a fine tidbit for me."

But then he hesitated, giving the human another sniff and lick.

"On the other hand, reconsidering it, it would be a waste to just swallow up such an attractive guy like you. I think, I am going to have some fun with you, first. And, who knows, if you are good enough, I will spare your worthless human life and keep you as my property. Are there any objections?"

"What?"

"Are all humans so slow-witted? I'm going to take you, boy, take you every way I can," the kelpie growled. "I am going to breed you just as you was about to breed a certain mare, do you remember? I can smell you are virgin to male love and I am going to break you open. I will stuff my maleness all the way into your tiny body and seed out. You are going to taste my seed as well, I am sure. Finally I am going to mark you as mine for the rest of your life, however short it may be."

******

Next thing the human knew was that the chains were gone and he was in another part of a cave, the beast's bedding as it seemed.

The kelpie's heavily muscled legs were towering next to him. The dragonlike creature picked his victim up from under his arms and set him kneeling in front of him, holding the man's head in place by a paw.

The large, erected member was right infront of the human's face, black glistening and already moist. There was a funny smell, very musky but also with a hint of the ocean's breeze and algae.

"Sniff it, boy. Get used to the scent of your lord."

The man was scared for his life and he did as he was told though he didn't like the smell at all. What a difference to the wonderful and arousing scent of the mare he sniffed earlier... earlier, in another time, in another world, in another life as it seemed.

Something strange was happening. Although he didn't like the smell, he kept sniffing the kelpie's member, and the more he sniffed the more he started to forget where he came from.

Only as the kelpie commanded after a while: "Enough! Now you will experience how I taste. Lick all over it!" the human tried to tilt his head away, but the grip was too tight and he was forced ever so closer to the large cock.

"Lick and suck it, I say. Suck up all those liquids may coming out and don't dare to spill any drop. Oh, and of course, if I feel any teeth, I am going to disembowel you alive, is that understood?"

The man had no choice but to obey. He opened his mouth as wide as he could for avoiding his teeth even touching the kelpie's sensitive flesh and let the large cock slip inside.

He licked the cocktip, bobbing his head a little.

"You learn quickly, boy", the kelpie encouraged and sighed in pleasure. "Faster and deeper now, boy!"

The man obeyed by bobbing his head faster, doing his best to get as much of the kelpie's member in his mouth as he could.

Being a hetero all his life so far, he wasn't used to a male's member in his mouth at all and he was torn between disgust and a strange sort of arousal.

The kelpie tightened his grip on the man's head even further and pushed his member deeper, forcing his victim to gag. He still couldn't take it all, the creature's member was simply too long. All he managed was about two third of it, but the kelpie nevertheless grunted in pleasure. He even stopped pushing, but he gave the man a baleful look: "You know, this happens all to your own benefit. You want to stay alive. Then you don't want to be torn apart when I enter your other side. So, lick it. Lick it well, slobber over it. There won't be further lubrication except for maybe your own blood."

The human snatched his eyes open in terror. Pushing that cock in his virgin rectum was nothing else then impaling him, tearing him apart. It would be his certain death and if not that then it would at least hurt a lot, a pain he never had experienced...

But he did not have another option than to do all the creature demanded him to do for reducing the agony ahead of him.

The pressure of the grip on his head loosened up so the man was able to pull back a little, leaving as much saliva as he could male on that long rod which was about to impale him soon enough.

As the member was entirely out of the human's mouth again, he realized the enormous size even better and whimpered.

"Please, have mercy. I won't survive this. I... I could do other things to pleasure you, my lord... I...."

The kelpie snarled: "Well, you have had your chance to lubricate it well enough for you. I am going to mount you now, there's nothing you could do to change my mind."

"Please!" The man screamed in terror: "I will do everything for you, really everything. Even the most humiliating stuff you can imagine..."

"Really everything?" the kelpie interrupted and brought his muzzle close to the human's face again. "Tell me more."

"Everything!" confirmed the human, a new hope rising in him. "I... I would", he felt blushing, "I would even clean out your rear opening with my tongue and my mouth", he offered helplessly.

The kelpie narrowed his eyes, considering.

"You really would do that? That sounds very good to me."

He gave the human a wicked grin and added: "I certainly will get back on that offer - after I am done with your rear and when you are still alive then. And now turn around and on your fours!"

"But I have thought..."

"What? That some tailhole-licking would stop me from taking you? As I stated, I am appreciating your offer and I am going to make use of it later."

The kelpie sighed: "Alright then. I will grant you a favour before I am going to breed you, but for that, go down on your fours and try to relax. The more you relax the less it will hurt."

The kelpie moved behind the human and applied this sticky feeling salvia to the up to day virgin opening. He smeared it around the hole, along his crack and finally probed a talon against the entrance, pushing intently.

"I advised you to relax", the kelpie rumbled and ignoring the human's wailing he pushed further until the claw slid all inside.

He moved the talon inside, spreading the human wide open. Slowly he pulled it out, only to push it back again. After a few more thrusts, he nearly withdrew it fully and the pushed back inside with two talons.

There was lot of resistance but slowly and surely the tight anus spread open, eliciting cries for mercy from the human. Of course, from the kelpie's point of view he showed already mercy by opening up the human's hole using talons for a start...

The man gasped and through the pain he felt, at first he didn't realize his body's reaction to the talons inside him. His own member hardened as the two talons found their way deeper into the man. He only realized it as he felt the kelpie's rough grip there.

The kelpie was not interested at all into his victim's pleasure. The touch of the human's member simply was meant as distraction as the kelpie shoved his third talon into the opening, spreading his claws a little inside. He twisted his paw and pushed further inward...

The tightness and resistance was intense now, but the kelpie did not care as he kept pushing. The human soon would have to take much more than only a few claws and the kelpie's excitement was clearly visible.

In growing impatience the kelpie curled his fourth talon under the other three and forced them in. He did it quick and hard, spreading that anus to its very limit.

The human screamed in pain.

"Scream, boy, nobody can hear you here. And I love my victims to scream", said the kelpie coldly as he spread his talons so they were lined up. He drove them back and forth harshly, twisting his wrist and his paw in one direction and then into the other.

Suddenly he withdrew all his claws.

"Now for the real fun, boy!"

"No, please no!" the trembling human whimpered and moved his head for looking at his captor who brought himself into position.

Instead of an answer the man felt the kelpie's scaled body touching his back. He felt the silky roughness of every scale as the kelpie slid along the human's back, closer to his exposed neck until the cocktip rested against the still tight entrance.

With a lustful hissing the kelpie pushed forward with his hips. He rammed forward, his cock head sliding inside. The man gave another scream writhing in agony, but the heavy kelpie's body held him in place.

"How wonderful tight you are. When my nostrils caught your smell for the very first time back at the pasture I knew at once that you were virgin. And I guessed it would be very enjoyable for me to take you. That seems to be proven by now", the kelpie rumbled and let the man feel every single inch as he entered him.

And then he rammed again, this time with all his might, until the far too large cock was buried completely and firmly inside, driving the human almost into unconsciousness because of the searing and jabbing agony.

The man's legs buckled, but the kelpie gripped his victim by the hips and kept the human from collapsing. The kelpie's heavy body on top of the human's kept him from squirming away.

As the piercing shriek finally faded, the kelpie pulled slowly completely out and then rammed back in again, causing another scream.

This time the kelpie withdrew a little bit earlier, again all the way out - only to push back violently fully up to the base again.

Tears of pain ran down the man's cheeks and his screams didn't fade anymore.

Not being impressed at all the kelpie went on, making sure this human beneath him felt every thrust, every inch of the large member and every slap of crotch to rump.

Over and over the kelpie shoved his cock into the man, forcefully and ruthless. He didn't care if the human felt the worst pain he had ever felt in his life or if the human received some pleasure from being mounted.

In and out the member slid, the kelpie took the human as a stallion would breed a mare or a dragon would mount a dragoness in heat.

The raping went on and the thrusts became steady as the kelpie rocked back and forth...

The human's scream faded into sobbing, tears were still running from closed eyes.

It hurt still like hell but after a while a sort of phlegm took over the human's mind.

After further more thrusts the incredible happened: The pain slowly changed into some bizarre form of pleasure and with every stroke of the large member inside it felt better for the human. At least the human's body showed this reaction since the man's member was hard like a rock now.

The human's mind was racing, a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, pain and now also lust. Somewhere deep in his heart and soul something opened and his unconsciousness let the human know that since he was a teenager he dreamt of not being a human but being something else... He was attracted to horses and he always loved dragons...

All became a blur for him and all of a sudden all resistance was gone.

The human started to moan, not so much from pain anymore, and to the kelpie's surprise he now pushed himself against the still harsh thrusts.

The kelpie sniffed the air catching the smell of human arousal and rumbled: "I knew it. I knew it from the beginning. That's exactly what a fellow like you needs and wants. You are enjoying it deep in your heart, don't you? I can smell it!"

The kelpie's thrusts finally slowed down though their intensity was still as before. And then the kelpie came, roaring out his lust as he buried his member as deep as he could push inside the human. Grabbing the man's hair and pulling him up forcefully, the kelpie unloaded his seed into the human.

The man screamed again, once for lust since he was close to his climax as well though his maleness wasn't even touched yet, but also due to a new wave of stinging pain in his bowls as he felt the kelpie's member enlarging and its tip flaring like a stallion's member. Though the kelpie's shape was currently draconian, he still was some sort of an equine, after all.

Load after load of sticky and hot seed was pumped into the man's rectum, spreading heat and burning pain all the way through the bowels back into the belly. It was so much that the seed backed up and leaked out around the kelpie's member, defiling the scales covering the e kelpie's crotch.

Nevertheless the member was still buried deep inside and kept pulsing. A new wave of panic rouse in the human since it felt like his intestines had been ripped apart, and he was slowly bleeding internally.

Exact in this very moment the kelpie pulled out and with an obscene slurping sound followed immediately by a farting the glistening cock left the man's gaping hole.

With a satisfied grin the kelpie watched the human collapsing and said with a still shaking voice: "I am not done with you, yet. Don't worry, I am sure you are going to enjoy it but above all, you owe me something. So, boy, turn around on your back."

The man followed the command despite all his pain and sudden exhaustion without hesitation. He was in a sort of trance or in a shock due to the abrupt yanking from the kelpie's cock.

So he barely noticed the kelpie stepping above him, facing his legs.

Thick, musky scent brought the human back to reality as the kelpie lowered his hips until he felt the man's nose touch his rear.

Some time ago - were it a few moments, a few hours, another century - the human would have protested and rejected that favour to anyone but maybe a horse, but now he didn't even need any further command: The man placed his hand son the kelpie's hindquarters, pulling him closer to his face. Using his fingers, he spread the creature's anus wide open and stuck his tongue right into it, which was answered by an encouraging rumble.

The man continued to lick, his only wish was now to pleasure the kelpie in every possible way. He didn't fear for his life anymore, he was convinced that the kelpie was pleased enough with him for keeping him as slave or something like that... everything was better than to be devoured.

He gripped onto the hindquarters of the kelpie more firmly, stuck his tongue out as long and straight as he could, and repeatedly buried his tongue deep inside his, well, master.

After a while the kelpie's jaws parted, tongue lolling out of the side of his maw as he growled in pleasure. "Oohh... that feels so good! No wonder you enjoy so much a tongue at your rear."

And as if he was afraid to be overheard by the human, he stated in a harsh tone: "Enjoying yourself as it seems. Your cock seems to get rock hard due to my smell and taste. That's good. Go on licking, I promise, you are going to love it. I know you better than you are ever going to know yourself."

The kelpie brought his muzzletip close to the human's erection and gently exhaled his warm breath against it, flaring his nostrils as he took in its musky scent.

"Well, then, let's bring it to an end", mumbled the kelpie.

He took the man's member into a tight grip and started to pump the rock hard shaft.

Again the man's mind was only a blur of sensations... the warm feeling of scales at his member, the sharp smell filling his senses, the strange bitter-metallic taste of the creature's rectum.

It didn't take long. He moaned lustfully into the kelpie's rear has the creature above him did his best to milk the man, making sure to coax out every bit of human semen.

Now it was the man's term to come. With a very skilled tongue the kelpie licked away every drop the man had to offer until his orgasm eventually faded

Slowly he withdrew from the human's face until he stood again above the human. Slowly he turned around and looked down at the human beneath him.

"Now we are nearly done", he said with a surprisingly gentle voice.

"You know, what is missing yet, what is about to come?"

The man didn't say a word. He didn't know. But he was certain that he wanted it to know. An inner voice told him that it would be alright and that from this moment on his life would never be the same again.

Carefully the kelpie stroked with a taloned paw across the man's chest.

"Let me put it that way. Are you ready to free yourself and to be mine? Mine with all your body and soul?"

The man trembled, his mind was racing. He saw pictures of horses grazing on large pastures, he felt himself flying across the ocean and across high mountaintops on mighty dragonwings, he smelled seawater and moist rocks.

His voice was steady and firm as he answered: "I know now what I ever wanted, what my life was meant to be. So, yes, free my soul. Mark me. Mark me as your property."

And so did the kelpie, aiming his shaft first at one leg of the human, then at the other.

The air suddenly was filled by the sharp, intensive somewhat equine smell as as the high pressure golden stream burst from tip of the kelpie's shaft.

The kelpie moved slowly forward, spraying the human along his crotch and belly, then further up the chest. The man panted, shuddered at the feeling of being completely marked. The smell of kelpie-urine completely coated his body in seconds, and with each passing moment, he could feel the scent of it soaking into his body that much more. It felt hot and it burnt a little like there were hints of acid in the urine.

Suddenly the liquid splashed over his face and the man closed his eyes in time. The smell was overwhelming now.

Though the kelpie didn't give any command, the man felt a sudden urge to taste it, knowing it would taste horrible but also knowing it would change his life.

Leaning up through the stream, getting his face soaked with the kelpie's urine, the human opened his mouth wide. The first few mouthfuls were hard to take, but the man forced himself to keep as much of it as he could in his mouth before swallowing it down. It took some time to get used to the strange taste. It was bitter, and salty, but after the first few mouthfuls, it wasn't that bad and he drank greedily.

The kelpie continued to let loose for some moments more and eventually the flow of urine finally slowed down to a trickle.

"Now you are mine, for all eternity - and truly free."

The kelpie's words brought the human back to full consciousness and the felt the urge to throw up. Did he really drink someone's pee? And what was this talking about - to be the kelpie's property on the on hand and to be really free on the other hand? And why does his skin feel as it was on fire? Sure, he was soaked by the kelpie's urine, but he never would have guessed that it would be like acid, burning through the skin, through his flesh to the bones...

It hurt but in a strange way it was also a pleasant feeling and then he noted the slight changes. Everywhere the kelpie's gold had touched his skin, it started to harden.

His body started jerking uncontrollable.

"What... what is happening with me?

The kelpie didn't answer but watched closely.

"Please! Whatever it is, please make it stop!"

The kelpie's eyes started to glow and his voice sounded distand and cold as he answered: "You know what is about to happen now. It was your own wish after all. The only advice I can give you now is not to resist and to let it happen."

"Am... am I going to die?" the man asked with shaking voice.

"No" came the simple reply.

The man screamed in a mixture of terror and pain and a sort of euphoria, his body shook and jerked and the kelpie used his paws to pin him down, to keep him from injuring himself.

"Please", he gasped, "please make it stop now. It is a sort of magic, isn't it? Please put the spell away from me!"

The kelpie didn't respond.

The man grabbed the kelpie's leg: "Please, help me!"

He tightened his grip until the kelpie showed some reaction, but not the way the man had expected. He simply stated: "Beware of your claws, they are sharp."

"W-what?"

And then he noticed the scales covering his arm and hand where once the skin has been... greenish-grey shimmering scales, smooth looking and still soft, scales nevertheless.

The man panicked. Be brought his hands in front of his eyes...

He closed his eyes and counted as slowly he managed to do up to twenty, before he opened them again, expecting to find himself sitting in his own bed or in the bed of the hotelroom, awakening from a bizarre nightmare.

The paw in front of his eyes was real and also his five fingers were gone, replaced by four pointed talons.

"What is happening to me? What's going on? Please, stop it, please help me!"

"I am helping you already. You are about to free yourself. All you ever wanted - really wanted - is coming true now. So let it happen, don't resist, even if it is painful."

"But... how... what..." his voice trailed of into a sort of rumbling and then he roared out in pain as he felt his skull changing, his face getting longer and longer and from the skull's sides grew horns.

He brought his paws towards his transforming face and felt the growing snout. There was this dark space between his eyes due to the muzzle so his vision sooner or later would change as well...

The pain was now unbearable and with a final scream which didn't sound either human or beastly he lost his consciousness and merciful darkness engulfed his body.

******

A large shadow gilded over the deep blue see, a rocky shore ahead. The smell of seawater and fish filled his nostrils, the fresh breeze rattled against his leathery wings.

The dragon did a wide turn, heading towards the open seas, propelling himself up into the air with powerful beats of his wings. His heart was already soaring into the clouds, his body would follow and he would never return again.

The bright sunlight reflected in sparkles from the ocean's surface, he was in heaven and he heard literally angels sing.

He knew it was a dream -it had to be a dream -, a dream of freedom and a dream full of light and lightness.

The voices around him filled his senses, they were engulfing him and emerging from his heart at the same time. It was like a chant, maybe a magical one. He didn't know. He even didn't understand the words of that chant, he only felt the meaning.

Draconis! Draconis! Draconis! De Sair'iss - Altezza Dell'Est. De Faf'neer - Altezza Dell'Sud De Noy'lon - Altezza Dell'Ovest De Gra'il - Altezza Dell Nord Audite E Venite - Il Potere Dell'Aria, Delle Fiamme, Delle Acque, Della Terra Draconis Regis!

The chant became more intensive as it was repeated again and again and he became weightless, a blur of light and colours all around him.

And then there was darkness again and slowly fading pain and the chant.

He forced himself to open his eyes. What a nightmare. He had dreamt of a beautiful mare, then of a seamonster raping him and finally he soared across the ocean, a gorgeous greenish scaled dragon.

Draconis! Draconis! Draconis!

The chant still echoed in his head and he felt funny. Apart from the strange hunger for raw fish and seaweeds, he felt dizzy, just if he was drunk.

Draconis! Draconis! Draconis!

He was not too surprised to stare right into the kelpie's eyes. For him it was more disturbing that something between under his eyes was blocking a little part of his vision.

Draconis! Draconis! Draconis!

It was the kelpie who did the chant and it was not a dream at all. It was his new muzzle blocking his vision.

"You will get used to it, my friend", that the kelpie gently. The kelpie seemed so small by now. Was he really raped by that fellow? It could not be, he was a dragon after all and a gorgeous being. How could such a critter...

"I had to do so, my friend."

His train of thoughts was interrupted.

"What?"

"I said, I had to so. I just answered your question."

"My question? But... but... does it mean you are reading my mind?"

The kelpie shook his head.

"No, my friend. There's no need to do so, because I know what you are thinking. I know everything what is going on in your mind. I have always known and I always will."

"I don't understand... and... I am a... a dragon?"

"Well, it seems so. Although I have to admit I am surprised a bit by myself."

"Why?"

"Well, that your soul has chosen the dragonshape. I have guessed you to become a plain horse or maybe even a unicorn, after all you were very much into equines. And your love for horses, also your physical desire for them, enabled all, was the seed planted in your soul. A seed which was prospering inside you all though your human life. All I had to do was to push you over the edge, so to say.

The words spun around in the new born dragon's head. He didn't understand, but at the moment it was not so important. He was a dragon and it felt right.

He inspected himself as good as he was able to: A pair of large, leathery wings and strong, massive hind legs. His long tail ended in a sort of a fin.

He attempted to move it back and forth, and found that he could.

The kelpie smiled: "Don't worry, you have become a beautiful seadragon. I guess it is for your love of the ocean."

"I am a dragon now", the dragon whispered. "A dragon. A real, gorgeous dragon."

"Doesn't it make you happy?"

"It does. But... there are so many questions all of a sudden... what about my former life? My family? My job?"

"That, my friend, is the very last step you have to do now", the kelpie answered. "Your change is physically completed. Your soul always has been draconian obviously. But something is still missing. Only your real name makes your life draconian, every single aspect of it. That means, for the human's world you will have never existed. No one is going to miss you since you have been a dragon right from the start."

"Will you become my teacher?"

The kelpie shook his head. "You won't need me as a teacher. You are a dragon after all, you have always been. It is your nature. And now it is time to do that last step."

"But I don't know my real name. How should I?"

"You know it. You knew it all the time. But now is the right time to speak it out loud."

"I really don't know it."

"Oh yes, you do."

The kelpie stared into the dragon's eyes. "Focus on your name, take a dive deep into your heart and search for the name. It is there. I have got to know it since I have always been with you, and I always be with me."

"You will be with me? That's great, it..."

"I will. Promised", the kelpie interrupted with growing impatience.

"Now, your name, if you please."

The kelpie's stare grew more intensive and there was that chant again.

Was it just an imagination or some trick of the light? The kelpie's outline seemed to flicker and the whole creature seemed to get smaller...

No. Not smaller. He seemed to fade, fade into a blurring greyish-green light which became more and more intensive.

The air felt static and a strange metallic scent filled the dragon's nostrils. Sparks surrounded the kelpie and the dragon's body and a buzzing sound of electricity.

The dragon shivered and in spite of the increasing heat around him a frosty chill ran through his spines.

A piercing pain shot through his brain as if someone was splitting his skull with an axe. Something tried to get into him, into his skull, into his brain and even deeper, into his mind and soul.

A sudden awareness flashed through him and a single word slipped from his maw, barely a whisper: "Kelpieron."

The kelpie vanished into the greyness around him.

"Dragon. Kelpieron Dragon."

The triumphant roar shook the cave walls: "My name is Kelpieron Dragon. I am a dragon!

He was a dragon, he has always been and his future was the long life of a dragon. But, most important, he was himself and he was free.

END.