Dragonfall; That Time I got Isekai'd.

At the time of my reincarnation, I could not remember much about my previous life as a human. I knew that I had died in a school. I could remember the sound of gunfire and feeling like everything was going to be alright as my old human body went into shock and my soul simply slipped off the mortal coil.

I remember not remembering what happened between worlds. As if whatever **** was in charge of matching life to soul explicitly removed all information about its realm and its nature. To this day, with all my power and arcane might, that is one veil I cannot pierce, one domain I cannot conquer.

I remember my soul being ripped from its path and flung towards Elderia, the sensation of agony that accompanies rebirth as I scrambled to give myself form before plummeting to a hard landing. I remember feeling like I was going to drown in the wishes. So many people, so much desire. Such dreams, such hopes. I wanted to save more, I wanted to help so many helpless souls. But another part of me wanted to enjoy my new life. As I surveyed the wishes and the lives to which they were attached, I started to get an idea of this new world and what sort of part I wanted to play in its future. I remember having a plan as I chose my rebirth companions.

The thing of it is, I only remember remembering a lot of the last part. Being an incorporeal being trying to create a body in a new species is a trippy experience, a mind without a brain is like food coloring in the ocean. A mind which is moving from one brain a brain of another species, especially a brain as different as a dragon's brain is from a human brain, translation errors and processing glitches are inevitable.

Once I had finished forming my body and forming my connections to the mortals and gods of this world. I started to develop a sense of myself, emerging from the fugue state of life between lives into a body with substance and form. Though I was still encased inside of my egg, I could feel my body. As I stretched and moved my limbs I realized that I had six of them. The hands felt familiar and had near zero learning curve other than their odd placement. The feet were something else, not quite hooves, not quite paws. They were the limbs that had the biggest learning curve, though they were not the strangest. Hands and feet I was used to, but the middle limbs were throwing me for a curve ball. I could easily balance on two feet and walk around like a biped and use four hands, or I could use the middle limbs like feet and run like the powerful animal I had become. The hard part was not using them, but putting them into context. I came to think of them as my talons. Hands in the front attached to my arms, feet in the back attached to my hindlegs, talons in the middle on my forelegs. The other really new thing was my tail, long elegant, graceful, dexterous, and at its tip, a razor sharp katana-like stinger that hid a beak just as capable as tearing my enemies apart as the jaws that would become the last thing many prey would see.

At that time I turned my attention away outwards towards the continent on which I was descending. All around me thousands of dragon eggs were hurting towards the ground. Each of them guided by instinct towards a landing zone amenable to the dragon's nature. I turned my sight on Cendor, an enormous land of magic and wonder. A land plagued by monsters, though ruled by mortals. Below me I could see the lights of civilization illuminating the night like beacons of civilization in a sea of savagery. I could see the monsters, countless creatures of every shape, size, and nature. They were nervous, the whole world was nervous, it was the dawn of a new age, my age.

As I approached my landing zone, draconic instinct kicked in. I oriented myself, aimed at the ground, and fired my breath weapon through my egg's shell to act as a counter **** to gravity, slowing my descent. All over the world eggs were illuminating the night as the land was scorched and scared by myriad magical attacks. As I approached the ground I could see the seven portals opening around the beam of light which marked the place of my arrival. I could see the look of shock and amazement on the faces of my new companions. Even the archmage's jaw was agape at the sight of the iridescent violet egg of dragonite descending from the sky at a gentle but majestic velocity. They were not the only ones out this evening. The forest was swarming with treasure hunters and would be dragon slayers out to collect on the once in a millennium dragonite bonanza.

Hovering only inches above the ground, I closed my mouth, ending the blast of primal energy, allowing my egg to make landfall with a delightful THUMP. The egg's dragonite shell was tough and despite the hole melted through the bottom was barely cracked. The landing blast had drained me. "What do you think of your new body?" In the darkness of my egg, I could make out the shape of the young nubile in a silken robe smoking from an opium pipe sitting on top of my furry belly. Despite the pitch blackness of my egg, the young nubile stood out as if she were illuminated by a personal spotlight that had no source. "You are quite the piece of dragon meat; pissing off two gods all so that we could hang out together, that was precious. A shame that you do not have time right now, three guilds of elite adventurers are closing in on your position. By the looks of them, they intend to harvest the organs of any dragon they find still trapped in its shell. I cannot wait to see how you get out of this one. We will chat later, assuming you survive." Megumin disappeared and I looked around to see that indeed, about thirty well equipped adventurers had my companions and I surrounded. They had gotten the drop on Bonius. One moment he was admiring the egg, the next he was snoring on the forest floor with a poison dart sticking out of his neck. The adventurers seeing only a handful of unarmed, scantily clad young nubiles broke cover and moved to lay claim to their loot. One group securing my egg while a second group secured the prisoners.
"Now this is how you start a new age!" A warrior in full plate mail said as he moved to put his hands on Ilithyia. The noble slapped the hand away like it were a fly offending her.
"Do you know who I am? I..." Ilithyia was cut off by a backhanded slap.
"I do not care who you were. Where do you think you are, girl? This is the Northern Marches, Daddy is not here to save you. Now keep quiet until I get the chance to show you how a whore is supposed to use her mouth." The adventurer snarled. Laughter rang out through the night as everyone's attention turned to Azralynn. "And what is so funny?" The armored man asked the scaleling.
"Just the way you said 'whore' is all. That and imagining the look on your face when my friends get here." Azralynn said with a beatific smile.
The adventurer gave her a hard look. "You are full of shit." The man grabbed Azralynn by the throat. "Let's see you cast now."
"Leave her alone!" Sofiel cried out before jumping on his arm and tried to break his grip. Sofiel's efforts made the adventurer laugh, but his laughter turned to screams of horror when the anthro-wolf girl had hitched on my portal leapt on the man and tried to bite his face off.

"We need some help over here! This verda bitch is crazy!" A dwarf wearing the green cloak of a ranger said a moment before Gromna decked him across the face. The orcess, driven by fury and lust was fighting off four men while trying to acquire their primal seed. The men were confused and nervous as they tried to subdue a prisoner who was fighting back while trying to have her way with her captors.

<Girls. They are distracted and underestimate you. Now is your chance. Each of you has great magic power inside of you, use your power to cast my spells. I just need a little more time to...> Before I could finish sending the message to my four magical girls, they were already in action.
Zynthia looked up at the sky and yelled out. "Armor of Love, Sword of Friendship!" And in a flash of light she was clad in a plate mail bikini of white and gold. She then sliced the enemy nearest to her in half before deflecting a mystic spear with her shield and running another enemy through with her sword that seemed to swirl with the colors of the rainbow.
Ilithyia glared at the man who had struck her as he violently tossed Sofiel, Azralynn, and the she-wolf to the ground. The man raised his axe with **** in his eyes when the adventurer found himself the victim of Ilithyia's version of mytic spear. Unlike the one aimed at Zynthia, Ilithyia's skewed the man and sent him flying, the spell tore through another adventurer taking most of his torso with it before pinning what was left of both men to a tree.
Sofiel and Azralynn held each other's hands and summoned forth a swarm of wisps which homed in on and burned the men trying to secure my egg and kill me before I had the chance to fight back. The ones that did not burn ran off, giving me enough space to do what needed to be done.

While Ilithyia bent the Earth to form a ditch and earthen rampart around us and Sofiel and Azralynn were using a variety of elemental blasts to lay down covering fire for Zynthia and Gronma. Where the orcess got the axe and shield I do not know, but she was proving to be as ferocious as she was lovely fighting side by side with the girl from Earth. They were keeping the enemy busy while I got to work turning the egg so that the hole was no longer covered by the ground and started the hard, bitter, work of making the hole bigger. It was exhausting work, but I knew that my companions were counting on me. I was taking a deep breath getting ready for another round of tearing when I heard a scream and a cry. "NO! STOP IT!" I recognized the voice as Meili's. The delicate girl was struggling as two men held her down while another was taking his pants off. The sight made my blood boil and my tail lash out. In my rage the razor sharp stinger on the end of my tail punched another hole in the egg. I opened my beak getting a grip on the twisted dragonite, I pulled and tore at the new hole while my hands and talons worked to widen the original hole made by my landing blast. I groaned and strained but eventually I got the two holes to connect into an opening large enough to fit through.

I stood upright and stretched out my wings, hands and talons as I let out a mighty roar which froze everyone in place. I flapped, sending a massive gust of wind to knock over everyone around and took to the skies. I rose into the air, my wings given supernatural lift powered by mana. I looked down to see the adventurers and my companions scattered around the forest clearing that marked my arrival in this world and I could not help but think how small and fragile they all looked. I turned my attention on Meili and the men assaulting her. I focused took a deep breath. <Meili, sweetheart, stay very, very, still> I told the girl before I fired off a few precision shots of my Destructing Breath. Faster than any automatic rifle I fired off three tight blasts of raw energy. One moment the three men were enjoying themselves at the expense of my companion, and the next their heads were replaced with cauterized stumps. Meili screamed in horror, the sight of dead bodies something completely overwhelming to the cloistered blossom. <It's alright. You are safe now.> I turned my attention to Gronma and Zynthia who were chasing down fleeing enemies <I will deal with them, help Meili...> The name was accompanied by an image of the terrified young woman leaning against a tree cradling herself. <...take her back to your sisters.> I commanded, even then my girls did not hesitate to obey me.

I spotted thirty four enemies. Some were fleeing, others were regrouping. I picked the cluster that seemed farthest away and unleashed my draconic **** beam. Like a laser, my breath was focused into a tight beam of pure destruction, gamma rays and neutron radiation combined with mana-neutralizing energies that vaporized whatever it came into contact with, material or magical. After taking out a dozen of the assailants I felt a sharp bite on my belly as someone had fired an enchanted crossbow bolt at my belly. The wooden shaft had gone through my fur and had gotten stuck in my skin. When I pulled the bolt from my abdomen, it was stained with my blood. My gaze turned toward the man who had wounded me. With jaws wide open I dove towards my prey growing bigger and bigger as I approached. The man, seeing the rows and rows of teeth in a mouth large enough to swallow him whole dropped his weapons and turned to run for his life. All that meant was that he never saw the tentacles extending from my tongue before they wrapped around the mortal and dragged him down my gullet for digestion. There I stood, crouched on my four legs, the last ten of the adventurers had surrounded me. "It is my birthday, so I am going to be generous. Walk away now, and I will give you a pass. Anyone who thinks that they can stand against me is going to find themselves owned." I said. My voice was much deeper and richer than I remember my human voice ever being.

The adventurers all hesitated before a man in monk's attire leapt into the air with claws raised high. My tail darted out and the stinger opened up its beaked mouth to let a swarm of tentacles wrap around the warrior. The prehensile appendages wrapped around the muscular man. I felt around his athletic body for his more sensitive areas before learning about the true joys of being a dragon.
I pushed one of my tentacles up the man's ass, I expanded and squirmed inside of him as I secreted a hyper-charged version of my pheromone, forcing instant arousal in my prey. With his manhood at full mast, another of my tentacles formed a negative space which the monk's dick socketed into nicely. The noises a mortal makes when I drain them of essence are always amusing, but the first time I heard them actually made me laugh out loud. I turned and looked at the man giving me a smile of pure bliss even as I snipped him in half and devoured him through my tail's mouth.
While I was enjoying the monk, I opened my jaws. My tongue's tentacles wrapped the two closest adventurers and dragged them kicking and screaming down my gullet. They both squealed when I found their genitals. <You are delicious! I am sure that your children will serve me well.> I told them both before swallowing them.
Unlike the monk who I had shredded to pieces while consuming, I had swallowed both of these mortals alive and whole, which gave me more options. One of the people I had swallowed was the dwarven ranger. A fine man full of quality essence, he was destined for my digestive tract. His last moments dragged out into an aeon of pain and suffering as he was consumed within the time dilating fusion reactor that powered my digestive system. The other, a buxom woman dressed in warlock's attire, tasted like she would make a fine broodmother. As she slid down my gullet, a portal to my pocket dimension opened up dragging the adventurer, now pregnant with my egg, into an enchanted prison cell where she could stay until giving birth with all of her biological needs provided for.

While I had been enjoying my snack, the other adventurers had decided to make a run for it. Their necromancer having summoned a horde of zombies and specters to distract me while they mounted their horses and galloped away as fast as they could. I took a deep breath and unleashed my Purification Breath. The zombies collapsed into ashes as the ghostly apparitions turned to smoke as the necrotic energies which tethered them to the living world shattered by pure life energy. The necromancer, still on foot looked shocked as her army of the dead had been reduced to nothing with no effort by the six limbed monster now staring directly at her.
As the necromancer tried to mount her horse I opened a mind-link to the mare and told her matter-of-factly that <if you let that human ride you, I will eat you.> The horsed whinnied, bucked, and kicked wildly until the necromancer lost her grip on the reigns and the horse ran off.
<Thank you for allowing me to live, Dragon.> The mare said as she bolted away.

My eyes never left the necromancer as I closed the distance to my prey in a BLINK of teleporation magic. The woman's lip quivered as she gazed upon the razor sharp teeth exposed by my grin. With my hand I reached out and caressed the woman's cheek. She later told me how taken aback she was by the humanness of the gesture. "Are you going to be a tasty meal or an obedient ****?" I asked the woman.
"Obedient ****! Master, please don't eat me." She said. I could not help but chuckle.
"What is your name." I asked as my stinger cut away the girl's dress.
"Magus Veruca Gagnear daal Tzarkanzis, if it pleases you." Veruca said, goosebumps forming on her skin as the stinger-beak she had seen punching holes in dragonite and slicing her friends in two was now teasing around her belly button. The girl let out a gasp of pain as my mark appeared on her skin over her womb before fading into the spectral realm where it was only visible to those with mana sight and knew what to look for.
"Come, **** Veruca." I said as I turned to walk back towards my companions. The necromancer, completely under my thrall, obeyed and hurried to my side.
From the pouch between my hind legs, my most sensitive and powerful tentacles emerged and slithered out and wrapped around snugly around Veruca's throat. A small shudder of shear delight rippled through my immortal body as I enjoyed the pleasure of taste-fondling my loot with what I came to think of as my genticles for the first time. I looked up at the sky to see three moons and unfamiliar stars. In all the excitement and intensity of the moment, I had not had time to appreciate my situation, but looking up at that alien nightscape that it really hit home to me that I had really been isekai'd. I took a deep breath, gave Veruca's leash a playful tug, and walked towards the newly lit campfire and sounds of laughing ladies as I prepared to meet my companions.