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Dragonheat
The forest path was idyllic and sleepy in the morn’s light. The well-worn path of traders’ ventures has left a worn and worthwhile dirt trail through the twists and turns of the hilly forest. Trees grew with the ambition to become walls as branches met in gnarled grasps and holds like sentinels of claw chaining together. The brown bark was disturbed in uneven molds of sprouting ichor sap like throbbing eyes of children. Amidst this scourge of verdant abominations was the only boon of the trail; that the roots were trimmed and rocks removed so that trader carts may cross through.
Atop his cart, a particularly portly rabbit man laid in the front seat of his carriage, hoisting up the reins that kept his ostrich-like lizard pulling his cart forward. He was clad like a man eager to brag of his riches, a suit coat and vest with a golden watch necklace around his neck that nearly receded back into his chubby little form. He barely passed the three-and-a-half-foot mark, his ears pushing him up into the four-foot range. He yawned contently as he drank a tea cup filled with liquor and munch on crackers dipped in an open and ornate jar of honey.
The back of his cart was heavy with several barrels marked with the logo of a busty and proud bee woman, emblazoned in custom bronze bands that squeezed around the wooden containers like corsets.
Now be honest: If you were a bandit, you’d rob him too, wouldn’t you?
The cart continued along the narrow passage through these hardly tamed woods, diving slowly deeper along. The merchant bunny man in his stupor barely paid it any mind as he adjusted his cart to align more in the center. Seemed the road was growing more narrow. “What precisely do my taxes pay for then?” He grumbled. “If those nit wits can’t keep a road stable and bumpless!” Slowly, the path grew more risky as branches became close enough to rub up against the wood of his cart.
There is a concept known as boiling the frog. It is where a frog is placed in a pot of water, and as his wont he quite enjoys the water and maybe even the pot should the frog be so dispositioned. However, a flame beneath slowly warms the pot. Any frog worth his webbed feet would hop away from boiling water without a second thought, but what if the water arose to boiling heat so agonizingly slow that the frog would never notice? Would he notice the moment the line was crossed and the water became too warm to exist in anymore? Or would the changes be so painstakingly subtle and slow that he would never know and croak his last.
Well, the merchant’s frog had just been boiled.
CRK! The cart’s wheel kissed the dirt beneath, squeezed into a divot betwixt mounds of mud and misplaced roots grown out of place. The lizard beast as the front growled, his feathered neck flap inflating with irritation and indignity congruent to rabbit who spilled honey over his slacks during the sudden chaos. He whipped the reigns once, twice, and a third time with all his frustrations bursting out into a loud SNAP! Yet still, the beast could not tug the cart free.
“No no no no!” He rose in a panicked voice as his whimsical accent was made to climb into nasal jitters. “NO! This cannot be happening! No no no! Move you oversized iguana! Urgh! Useless! Useless! If I am late I swear…”
He ducked his head to stare at the rear of the cart. He saw how the roots were holding his rear wheel in place, deeper into the sudden burst of mud that covered the ground. What he didn’t see was the black hooded figures emerging from the woods, approaching slowly with weapons drawn. Amongst them was a man whose black robes were open, revealing bright crimson vest and coat. He drew knives from the pockets of his robe. “Good evening sir~” Came a playful voice, like a jester.
His head twisted to look; muscles tensed with the speed. Eyes wide, the mercantile bunny knew instantly it was no good news. “W-who are you?!”
Whoever he was, the jester voiced man’s face was hidden behind a sinister black mask covered in golden lines like a fancy doily. “You shall forgive us our rude introduction. But some happenstance we chanced upon thee and noticed that the road has been most unkind to you and your cargo!” He tilted his head extreme right and slowly leaned forward as if he were observing the wheel for the first time. “Mud? Roots? The nasties of the woods have truly gotten one over you! Luckily enough, I and my band were patrolling the woods just in case such an issue occurred! We would be more than willing to help thee emerge from the muck and be back on your way.”
A pause came. When the bunny was frozen in space too long, the jester man gave a grin and a shoulder shrug, his brows raising above the mask, head nodding. The bunny cleared his throat as he was pressured to speak. “So, you are… Going to help me?”
“Of course! Such a finely festooned fellow deserves such assistance in this predicament. I do adore your manner of dress! Gentlemen in this Scourgeborn world of ruins and remnants and fiends and eidolons truly must stay together, less we be more likely to… well, all the same, we do expect some compensation for our work. My gentry here…” He gestures to the band of armed vandals accompanying him, each in matching black robes that truly communicated their wont to be helpful. “They do not work for free, and I’m afraid they expect a very noteworthy toll. Any currency you have will do, I can handle the conversion for you to save you the issue. Red Trial Specs to Ether Beads to even the most obscure Insect Currency, I assure you I will happily take.”
“No deal!” The bunny man shouted with sudden and decisive bluntness.
“… Excuse me?”
“No deal!” He said again. “Every coin I have is my own. I am not about to give any of it away, especially not t-t-t-to you!” He hopped down from his cart and began to approach the wheel. His ears were squeezed together and he was lifted from the ground. The robed figure holding him now stared at his as he squirmed like a captured trout. “Eep!”
The jester man shook his head, snickering. “My dear, dear, dear friend… you misunderstand. The fee we offer is small… But the alternative… You have two methods to pay, coin or-… Hmm… Actually…” The man walked over to the cart and ran a hand over one of the barrels, smiling as his palm met the smooth reflective bronze bee. “Is this by chance… Avelenian Ecstasy Honey?”
Turning with his ears as the pivot, the merchant nodded. “Y-yes actually! It was my charge to deliver it. But go ahead and take it! Fair recompence don’t you agree? Each barrel is worth its weight in gold and then some. All of it fresh from the hive! So if you can just take that and maybe let me along, hell maybe if you take the barrels off my cart will be able to- “
“Oh, of course we’ll be taking the honey now. Don’t you see, this changes everything~” The man broke to laughter. He snapped his fingers and the robed figures drew blades from their robes. “Sorry my fellow gentleman, but I’m afraid your life was forfeit the second your cargo became this precious.”
“W-wait! You can’t kill me! I said I’d give it up! I’m not resisting! It’s all insured!” He gasped out as the robed figured slammed the bunny man’s back against the trunk of one of the trees off to the right side. The air was slammed out of him as he gasped in pain.
The thief just replied with broken laughter and a shake of his head. “Sorry, sorry, but I have no incentive to keep you alive anymore. Such a fortune, there is no promise you won’t just hire a mercenary and have your charge rescued. You’re too much trouble to keep alive with a treasure so precious.”
His life was forfeit. The bunny man closed his round eyes and accepted the end. He heard the blade swing. Suddenly, he was dropped. He opened and looked up.
The robed man’s head was smashed against the tree. Again. Again. Each thud an earthquake. The strong arm bulged with strength, slammed over and over until the robe fell aside revealing the figure beneath was a bundle of roots strung tightly together, black ooze rolling between the tendons of vines. “Golems. Should’ve figured.” A woman’s voice, gruff and trained spoke. The bunny looked over only to be frightened back into his shell, head sinking beneath the collar of shirt as the woman kicked the struggling vine man back against the tree. She lifted a heavy great sword and slammed forward horizontally, sliced the vine man in half. Black spewed from his core as he went limp onto the ground.
“… Are you okay rat guy?”
Slowly, he looked back up. Standing in front of him over the crumpled corpse of a vine monster was a woman. She wore tight armored boots of leather and iron, and beneath that tight leggings. Once her stomach was reached her racks of tight mocha colored abs were revealed. Over that then was an extremely torn black top with an iron chest piece struggling to stay on through years of abuse and slashes. She held a gleaming noble blade, a massive claymore of ivory and gold that looked more like a centerpiece above a manor’s mantle than an instrument of war. Her hair was long and white, tied back in a combatant’s loose ponytail, her strands of ivory ending in purple essence. Her eyes were a gorgeous pale purple, two black horns jutted out then from her forehead and titled back like scimitars. She seemed less than impressed with the fat bunny man hiding in a crumpled up ball.
The draconic woman’s twin white scaled ears shook as she twisted on her ankles and swung her blade forward like a shield, three knives ricocheting off the flat of it. She growled. “Alright, so what’s your deal?”
“I could ask thee just the same, oh woman of the great strength and suspicious smell.”
“Suspicious…?” She raised a brow, disarmed. Swiftly, she dodged out of the way as more knives flew. They fell at the six-foot, five foot, and just above the four-foot mark, sparing the bunny man his ears as they notched the tree he was up against. “Stop with the damn knives freak!” Riza ran forward towards the jester man, blade held in both hands and facing forward, her frame squeezed small.
She reached forward for a jab, the man scooting across the dirt of the ground but nearing the other tree wall. Right to left, she sliced across as he pushed his back against the tree. Little vines appeared and grabbed him, lifting him higher up the tree like ants crawling away with him. Riza hissed out thick plumes of smoke and began slicing frantically and faster. She sliced across the tree, higher and higher, always just an inch away from taking the bottoms off his dancing shoes.
“Bastard!” She jabbed the sword into the tree’s base and yelled as smoke poured from her mouth and her eyes exploded with purple fury. She kicked the blade deeper into the tree over and over until the tree creaked and began to topple. Riza stared up, noticing the man leaping away from the foliage of the tree. She darted forward towards him but her path was impeded by the remaining hooded figures, three in total.
One slashed across her bare skin with claws of bark. The blood slithered over her dark skin and white scales, which were appearing like beads of sweat. She grunted through the pain, unmoved like a boulder. She shoulder checked the throat of the tree man, pushing the figure forward whilst the remainder two pushed towards her.
She ducked out of the way of a blow and sliced with her claymore one handed, smoke exploding from her mouth as payment. Her pants ripped open as a growing white scaled tail pushed out. She instantly put the new appendage to work, slapping it against the vine and slapping him out of the way. All three toppled to the ground. Riza lifted her blade and slammed it down into each, save the last which she stomped the life out of until her right leg was bathed in black blood.
Her eyes were furious, glaring straight at the remaining dastard. “Hold still!” She sprinted forward and swung her blade horizontally. He dodged again, ducking to his knees, vines tugging him perfectly into place like a sham dancer. Frustrated, Riza threw herself forward and stuck her knees down and ground pounded. The man dodged narrowly, the vines on the ground tugging him out of the way.
With another hiss of smoke, the woman ran after him, dragging her blade across the ground like a sail in the sky. She draws a line forward, sprinting after the escaping man. She opens her maw, revealing her tongue had turned purple and was covered in exotic barbs. She spat out a plume of spray, this purple rain cloud that sizzled through the man’s clothes, eating away at it. He yelled out as his vines suddenly shriveled and died.
Riza groaned, grabbed the man by his throat and dragged him towards the tree. “W-wait! Don’t do anything hasty now!” He pleads. “Mayhaps a venture to town can lead to us clearing this up- “ His face was smashed against the tree, any vines attempted to form to catch him dissuaded by her acid breath again. He was smashed again and again, Riza yelling in rage until the tree flesh had become so sappy and glue like his face simply sunk down into the acid eaten goop of pulp. Riza turned him aside and plugged the back of his head into the tree and groaned.
“Tough shit… You don’t get to make bargains, asshole…” She huffed, trembling still with her fury. She glared down at herself, her boots broken with her grown claws and something more that was making the tightness of her pants become extremely notable.
The bunny man came back from his hiding. “That was… amazing! You single handedly rescued me! Ohohoho! You really gave that sapling twit a real smacking!”
“Shut… up.” She squeezed her hands into fists. “I didn’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. You got money. Rescuing you means payment, right? Or was this a waste of time?”
“Payment? Oh, sure, sure. I suppose this whole disagreement was out of my incapability of parting with even a partial sum of my coin purse… Though I certainly hope if I decline you it won’t come to murder attempts as well!”
“Nah… I’ll just leave your cart to rot… So, we have a deal?”
“Ugh, fine!” The bunny man crossed his arms. “Just please miss, get my cart out of the muck-“
“Yeah yeah!” Riza growled and walked over like a woman earth quake to the cart. She stabbed her blade into the dirt and dug both feet into the ground and braced herself against the cart. She pushed and pushed, straining herself as her ragged top was starting to break a little more against her seemingly growing bust, her pants straining to contain something more. More and more frustrated, she screamed out and suddenly the cart wheel burst out from the vine prison and pushed out of the hole it was captured in. The lizard was pleased and made a gentle purring sound. “There…” She blushed down at her pants before going to the man. She grabbed one of the barrels from the back of the cart, grabbed her blade, and did her best not to collapse right there. “I’m taking one of these.”
“Wait! You can’t take that!” The man argued as Riza simply walked past.
“Why not? You were gonna give that guy your whole stock earlier.” She shrugged.
“One barrel missing is harder to write off as theft than the whole lot!”
“I can put the cart back in y’know!” Riza was already a little past him. “So deal with it!” And she was walking off. The bunny man sighed, climbed back into his cart and found the reigns right where he left.
“Well… Do you need a ride to town? It appears we’re headed the same direction at least.”
“… No.” Riza grumbled as she kept walking ahead with the heavy barrel over her shoulder. “I need to… take a break first. Keep going on.” She took a turn into the tight walls of the veiny trees, vanishing from the bunny man’s vision.
A dragon’s roost was a dangerous locale to tread upon. Beasts of curse and mayhem, these predatory kings and queens of the skies and archaic times hide away in various elemental citadels, resting from their pillages and pursuits enigmatic. A place to rest after their hunts and battles was always vital to such majestic beasts. Riza likely had no idea how far her curse compelled her to uphold such a long-standing tradition of these mythical beasts.
She slid her blade into the ground and slid her own back against the side of the tree, falling to the ground and gasping like an exhausted kettle. Her hands grasped at her knees, confused what to do, where to go. They were mighty things that could imbed a man into a tree and carry that sword single handed. But now they were curious, trembling with a familiar feeling. We’re going to do it aren’t we?~ They sung like mice. She’s going to do it. She’s going to touch it.
“F-four bursts was probably a bit much for that guy. Grr… Showy assholes like that just get me fuming…” The rage was still coursing through her overwhelmingly. Dragons felt emotions more intense than any human could comprehend, so this human woman was truly struggling to contain such anger. Her tail waved impatiently in the air behind her, grinding against the tree trunk as she traced her claws across her leggings through all the holes that had been torn over the journey, finding the new ones rather quickly and seeing all the white scales that had grown beneath.
Reluctantly, she kicked her broken boots aside, her feet grown into full fledged draconic talons, white as the clouds. She stared down at the massive tent pitched in her trousers and squeezed at the top and started to peel it back.
Slowly, the covering went away. And beneath she saw the tip of the purple behemoth. It was a long and barbed monstrosity, shaped to mount beasts much larger than her. It had migrated to her legging but sprung to life as soon as her pants were torn aside, revealing a turgid monstrosity that stood then tall enough for the tapered head beading with pre to barely reached her sweat covered breasts.
“F-fuck… It doesn’t always get this big…” She seemed more frustrated than anything. The coursing through her veins, these pulses that completely controlled her, they were coming from it. That big fat needy… She shook her head as the scales crept up her dripping abs. “Last time it got this big… 6 bursts. I only burst 4 times… I guess I must’ve been more pent up than I thought. Ughhh! I’m not going to get into town looking like this!”
She pounded the ground, her fists covered in white scales bursting through the dirt. “Fuck fuck fuck! I don’t want to jerk this fucking thing off. I at least wish I could hire a whore! Ughh! Just go down long enough to hide you bastard!” She stared down her cock like a hound whamming the playful cat away from the curbside. Alas, the attention on her cock only made it tremble more, her hand tearing her pants aside the rest of the way for the sake of comfort, revealing her plump testicles, her sack colored skin tone but the scales were creeping across it.
Then she stood up to kick the leggings aside proper, throwing them away. She’d have to get new ones later since those were utterly ruined from the rear side due to her tail growing. “I wish the bursts would be consistent so I could at least guess when the tail is coming. Last time it didn’t show up until the 5th, but this time I swear it came before anything else… I could feel it pretty early on, just starting to take up space in my pants…” She ran a hand up the front of her tail, feeling the smoothness of the scales, how the enamel was soft yet firm.
Her fingers slid across the underside of the tail, a more sensitive shutter triggering a feminine gasp from her. Behind her heaving dragonhood was a dripping needy slit covered in softer white scales, her folds now purple as her tongue. Her tongue slid from her mouth, a finger curiously prodding at the rubbery spikes, feeling how they reacted lightly to her movements like an alien plant.
With no choice, her other hand went to her cock. It was there and it wasn’t going to go anywhere unless she paid it mind. Such a hefty attractively devilish behemoth did bequeath a certain level of attention, especially when it was born from such exhausting and powerful emotions that must need be expended. Riza didn’t always have to masturbate to be rid of such features, but there was a certain fresh hold were reverting was going to take a certain level of time no matter what…
“Urgh~” She was always overwhelmed by how good the first thrust felt. It was almost nefarious. Every nerve was built to pleasure a dragon whose need of pleasure was much greater, much the same how cows drink more water than flies. Riza was but a fly floating in the pool of unloaded lusts she swallowed from her swelling cock and juicy nuts. That first thrust was just the first true sign of how overwhelmed she was going to be.
Every thrust was like pushing her mind off the cliff. She was getting closer each time, the wagon wheels of her head narrowly grinding closer and closer. She was still stood, thrusting her titan forward into her hands, unsure what she should even do. Every thought was paralyzed and trembling, the woman overwhelmed as powerful messages were screamed through her body from her needy fat nuts. A hand darted down and gave them a squeeze, grinding her finger tips along the base of her cock, sweat dripping down her abs, the air filled with the smell of her acidic drool, sharp and pointed.
It was growing stronger, its hold on her. At some point it wasn’t curious squeezes but breeding bucks that broke away her mind. Her brain was a broken window, bursting away to leave only fragments reflecting her original control. She was more beast that woman, breaking away to a feral descent to hunt for a hungry id louder than anything in the world. She wasn’t a person, just a resonating body for her lust, like the body of a guitar, a hum of deafening lust echoing through her.
Hissing drool slithered down her face, her cock spewing pre across the ground and over the grass. “Sooo goood~ Fuck yes, fuck yes~ Need a mate…~! Mmm~!! Whore with big tits, huuuuge tits! Fuck yes! Hrghh, I’ll sell this barrel of honey, hire out a whole tavern of whores! I’ll wake go to bed on a mattress of breasts!” Her hype hungered her monster more, boiling and bubbling spews of dew spraying out from the girthy shaft. Her hands squeezed tighter against the rigged meat, growling with growing frustrations underlined with coming pleasure like a wolf suckling at a sheep’s innards.
“First whore I see I’ll throw coins and tear open her top~ I’ll fucking… Hrghh. Damn I really can’t think straight… Grr… Just need to… not think… just…” She slowly pushed forward, squeezing her dick against the tree ahead. Oddly enough, the bark was rather soft, the strange sappy growths actually rather pliant, mushing down like pies of rubber. She knew better than to grind against weird black growths, but her newest admirable aspiration was to be all empty headed about things, and with such a needy cock feeling a warm spreading entrance ahead? No dragon so pent up would think twice about mating ferociously.
“Haha… Good… feel… good…” She pushed forward, the tree giving away more and more until her cock was sunk deep into that strange entrance. It was oddly warm, and very much a satisfying feeling masturbation alone wasn’t giving her. She was blinded by animal simplicity, driven by what felt good and nothing else. It’d had to start feeling bad for her to think anything amiss.
So she thrusted. Again and again, she pounded her cock into that tree, shaking the limbs and rocking the roots, sending leaves falling to the earth. She shook it fiercely, pounding away with hungry purring growls that grew longer and needier with every mindless plow. She dragged her claws along the tree leaving long narrow wounds over and over.
Her thick veiny cock slid back and forth, never all the way reemerging from the monster. Her balls thrust against the trunk, sending the tree whirling, she even swore she nearly felt the tree start to topple. Then she felt it. The pinch of the oncoming end. She growled like a dragon, bursting out with moans.
“Fuck yes fuck yes FUCK YES!!!” Frantic gasps and squeals until finally-
A burst. She felt blindingly good, tears streaming down her face. The pleasure was overwhelming, capped far beyond what any human could ever handle, for the joy of the dragons was god like in its cataclysmic scale. The seed spewed out from the sap hole she had constructed, slowly sliding out and running down her legs and over the tree onto the ground, laying out a literal fertilizer.
“Fuck that was so good… On the fortunate side, don’t have to pay a tree, hahaha…” She attempted to tug her cock free.
It did not budge.
Once more, with spirit, she tugged and tugged. Still, the tree resiliently held her cock in place. She began to panic, pushing her hands against the trunk of the tree. But her attempts were stopped when she heard a voice from afar, a laughing one at that.
“Ahaha, well well well, it appears my trap worked!” The man appeared again. His mask was utterly mutilated and broken, his mouth missing teeth, and his cheek swollen and making his voice sound as if marbles were permanently swimming inside his throat. He gasped for air. “What a predicament for such a base, crass, daft creature!”
Riza growled. “What the fuck…? So wait, you made this tree all… fuckable?”
“Exactly! I stumbled upon you… attending to yourself and saw my chance! So I used the last of my magic to whim that tree more usable. I of course had no idea if you’d actually thrust into it, but I had faith in the stupidity of animals that you might.”
“Oh just you wait until I’m out, you’ll see how stupid this animal is when I tear open a new hole in your throat!”
“Actually, I know from thine ceaseless discharging during your pleasuring session that your heathen additions will not simply vanish too quickly. So I have time enough to simply…” He lifted the barrel of honey and then absconded.
“Hey! Bastard! Put that honey back you ass! That was my pay!” Stood in place and glued inside the nefarious entrance of the tree, Riza stood, a proverbial Sisyphus with his knocker plugged inside a sap knot. “… Fuck.”
A few minutes of damning self-reflection through the lens of being docked into an evil tree vulva and post nut clarity’s guilt Riza’s draconic rage subsided and her body returned to its original form. She tugged herself away and stared with disdain at the nut dripping entrance she had carved into the tree.
She sighed, the honey barrel no doubt plenty far away at this point. “Well… I guess I’ll be making my coin elsewhere. Easy clients don’t come that often, rarely catch em literally being held up mid battle. Ugh… I’m sure the next town has a few jobs for a mercenary, maybe even a bounty if I’m lucky.” She held her holy blade and kept it perched over shoulder, the enchantments in the sword long innate but the heirloom was still plenty good at a sword’s most basic enchantment; hurting people.
Riza returned to the road, wandering along without any pants or dignity, keeping the time as her scales vanished with the minutes. Her powers were both a blessing and a curse, and she often questioned where exactly the balance to this dichotomy leaned. All the same, next time would be different.
She wouldn’t get horny on the job.