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Like I thought before, What!? Really? I get that I might've teased him a bit too much but leaving me alone right as my first encounter with a human is about to happen? What happened to guiding me? Or maybe even getting me some clothes? Damn you Ariel you femboy fuck!

I didn't have enough time to do anything. I didn't have clothes and if I turned back into a dragon I feel like that would be even worse. With how fast I fell I couldn't have looked too different from a meteor. Better hope that people here are gullible, or stupid, or both. It was at that very moment of quiet contemplation that someone burst into the newly created opening in the wood. He was tall and well-muscled, though not as much as my human form. He had brown hair down to his shoulders, a beard of stubble, and dark brown eyes. What drew my gaze, however, was the razor-sharp tip of the arrow he had knocked on his bow. Of course, he was also wearing leather armor. It's time to turn on the charm.

As soon as he saw my naked form gazing at him, he quickly drew back on his bowstring, aiming it at me. "Stop! Who are you!?! Did you cause this?!" His voice seemed scared, with a tremble at the end of each sentence.

I turned to face him, looking him dead in the eyes before glancing down to his bow. "I do not know. All I remember is waking up here, and my name. I've no idea where I even am. Would you please put down the bow? I swear I am of no harm to you." I held up my hands in a placating gesture. "Does it look like I've any place to hide weapons?"

The strange human stood up to his full height, letting the bowstring go slack, but keeping the arrow knocked. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. If you really can't remember anything, I guess I should help you out. First things first." He grasped at the clasp of the cloak he wore around his shoulders, undoing it. He tossed the brown material towards me. I caught it with one hand on reflex and examined it. It was basic, just one large sheet of some type of fiber with a simple brass clasp to keep it around one's neck. "Cover up. I don't care where you're from or what you remember. I don't want to look at that all day. Plus there's a lady where we're going, so keep it covered."

I nodded, it was a reasonable request. But what's this about a lady? I swung the cloak around my shoulders, clicking the clasp in place. It didn't work as well as the stranger would have hoped. With my height and muscle mass, coupled with the size of my package it only seemed to accentuate it. The stranger sighed and turned around. I could hear him mumble under his breath. "Well, that didn't really work." He started to walk off into the woods, towards the same direction he came from.

"So, you coming? Or are you content to spend the night all the way out here?"

I didn't respond and simply hurried to follow him through the woods. I was actively trying to keep the cloak covering myself, even though it didn't bear much fruit, the cloak was too small and it always seemed to bare my fruit. I would at least try to show some respect to this man. I opened my mouth to speak, but he spoke right before me.

"You said you remember nothing except your name? Can you at least tell me that? Think of it as a trade, my cloak for your name, stranger."

"My name is Ozymandias."

"Ozymandias? What type of name is that? People sure are getting exotic lately. You might be from the southern continent with a name like that, but their skin is typically much darker than yours. Whatever. My name's Paul."

"Thank you for the cloak, Paul. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"You just did, but whatever, ask away."

"Where are we headed?"

"There's a large hunting cabin at the mouth of the valley. Hunters stay there and use it as a base to hunt in this valley. It's provided by the crown and in return for lodging and some supplemental pay, we hunters are supposed to keep an eye out for anything strange. Like golden-eyed men named Ozymandias."

"I see."

Paul stopped walking and turned to look at me. "Look, if you aren't lying, you'll be fine. But I am going to tell the crown about this, so be warned. Now let's not spoil a good walk with more rubbish talk."

With that, me and Paul continued to walk on in silence. The only sounds to accompany us were Paul and I's regular breathing and the soft crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot as we moved through the mottled shadows underneath the canopy. Onwards towards the cabin, I let a smile dance across my face.

Well that went better than I thought it would. It seems like I can get along with people, even being a dragon. I mean I'm still human at heart, right?

Paul and I continued to walk in a calm silence through the wood, passing by first a gurgling brook, then through a glade where the grass had been pressed by nights of animals resting there. The sun began to dip behind the mountains, sending the mottled shadows dancing. Eventually, I saw a small plume of smoke in the distance. Before long the source was able to be spotted, a large hunting shack, or maybe wooden cabin would be more accurate. It had a small porch on the front, and several rabbits were hanging off of the railing. As we approached Paul turned towards me.

"You stay out here, I'm gonna find you some trousers."

"Sounds good."

As I waited I brought my hand closer to my face, inspecting my new form. Hmm, not bad. Even though Ariel is a complete scatterbrain, this polymorph spell really works. Maybe I can find a way to use my monster powers while in this form. I look badass too, though maybe next time I shouldn't have my cock be so fucking big. Or maybe not be as exotic?

"Hey! Who're you?"

I spun around quickly to face the new and unfamiliar voice, which proved to be a mistake. As I turned the cloak billowed out to the sides and the modicum of modesty that I possessed was quickly stripped away as I stared down this female hunter. She was beautiful, that was the most abundant fact about her. She had long auburn hair tied into a braid that reached her waist, piercing green eyes, and an hourglass shape to die for. She was dressed in leather armor much like Paul, except her's did wonderful things for her figure. All of her beauty almost distracted me from the sharp sword she had on her hip. Almost. As it caught my eye I took a half step back even as my blood rushed south.

"Hey, cover up! No-one wants to se- HOLY SHIT!!" She quickly approached me as I took another step back. Her eyes, however, were drawn to my slowly hardening cock. She said nothing as she placed a hand on my abs, crouching down in front of me. Her face was now directly in front of my cock and I could feel her warm breath on it. She brought one of her hands to gently lift my cock, and the other to do the same to one of my giant balls, feeling the weight of them. After this extremely erotic display, no man could hope to stay soft. My cock began to rapidly harden in her grasp, she gasped as I began to get even bigger.

"Holy fuck, are you even human?! This bitchbreaker would be large on a minotaur! Yeah, you're hot so it might've ended up like this anyway, but you're gonna be mine. I need to have this huge fucking dick." As she spoke her voice started to get huskier and lust-filled. She punctuated her sentence by licking my cock from the bottom, letting it rest on her face.

In this moment straight out of an erotic novel, I heard a sound that I didn't want to hear. The creaking hinges of the cabin door opening.