There are some who look up and wish PT.6

THOSE WHO CALL IXTACOTAK THEIR HOME:

Nenetl

I cleaned my spear of the blood that stained it, of the innocent blood that spoke of tyranny. I had just returned from a mission that my lord had sent me on. I and a number of other soldiers were sent to quell an 'uprising' with brutal ****, and found the 'rebels' were mere Memnoph worshippers. Their only crime being that they dared to worship Memnoph within my lords land, even though the last lord had made it known that he didn't care who worshipped what, only that his word was followed. But then again, I wasn't shock that my new lord acted in such an unseemly way. The medium sized wyrm had poisoned and then ambushed my former lord, a large sized hydra. He slew the dragon who was better than it in all ways with little honor or dignity. He ruled just like as he dueled, as a savage beast. He cared little about actually running the island and let his Dragon Priest do all the work, only caring that he was given his due and that all feared him. It was only due to the ancient traditions that mandated that the followers of a dragon would have to serve their dragons killer, that made me and many others stay. As heartless as the tyrant was, I was still honorbound to submit to him. Thankfully not in a sexual way, as the tyrant seemed to only want to rut with True Dragons, and saw anything else as the very opposite of desirable.

I saw the light from outside my barracks had turned an orange-red, and I stopped my cleaning. I stood up from the stool I was using and made my way outside. When I did, I saw many people looking up turned my gaze skyward as well, and saw a wonderous sight.

A Dragonfall.

The descending child of the Father of All Dragons had sparked a longing upon my first look at it. I did not see my current lord as a true Dragonlord, and believed he was almost not even qualified to be called a dragon. I respected my honor and dignity enough to not just abandon my duties, yet I still chafed at the idea of serving the tyrant for even a second longer. Yet it would not be dishonorable nor disgraceful to transfer into the service of a Greater Dragon. As in my mind, their was no dragon as worthy of service and worship as the direct offspring of the Ur-wyrm. I sent my prayer towards the heavens and hoped it was answered.

'Great Dragon-God of the coming Sixth Age of Elderia! I pledge my allegiance to you, and offer all that I am to you! Please, all I ask is to be accepted by you!' I waited a mere second, before a purple portal appeared before me and my eyes widened.

"HALT, STEP AWAY FROM THE PORTAL, WARRIOR!" I turned and saw the lecherous Dragon Priest, Acatl, striding to me. I had not even notice that amongst the crowd that stared up towards the Sixth with me, there was any Dragon Priest, as they rarely graced such humble areas like the district my barrack was in. However, Acatl was different, as he prowled such places for new... servants for him to claim. Such servants were all women, yet I wouldn't expect him to still be here as he took that one artisan, what was her name? Itotia, I think, poor girl. I saw as Acatl eyes traced my form and desire sparked in them. I now had ****, but to go into the portal, as staying now meant being on my knees in service to the wicked man. I turned back to the portal and walked into it. "STOP THIS INSTANT YOU DUMB WH-"

I did not hesitate and heard as a whooshing noise silenced the creep. As I felt my being travel towards my new and much better lord, I smiled.

For I was to serve a Real Dragon.

Metztli

I felt as my life was funneled from me into my hands, changing the raw lifeforce into the most potent of all Healing Magics. I then laid my hands upon the wounds of the Champion of the Dragon Court I served. Though my Dragonlord has forbade me from wasting my power on any being that is less than a True Dragon, he had made an exception this time, as the Champion was injured by the foul magics of Tchzinadkth worshippers. The vile effects were resistant to all methods of healing save for one, Lifeweaving. I saw as the golden light entered the Champions body and mended all the damage and put an end to all accursed ailments. I also saw as the age of the forty-seven year-old Champion was rewound to the age of twenty-two. I saw as an exhalation of relief came from the Champions mouth, and he gave thanks. He was then helped up from the healing bed and lead outside. Where his blindfold would then be removed.

I sighed. It was one of many restrictions my lord put upon me. No man may lay his eyes on me, neither mortal or dragon. Only the Dragon Priest who were directly enslaved by the Dragonlords will were allowed to glance at me. Other such restrictions was that no one could speak my name nor give me their own, neither can they touch me, fornicate with me, or basically in no way, shape, and form interact with me. I don't necessarily mind most of the rules, as it has kept me safe and 'untouched', however, it does make for a lonely life. I looked at my hands were a faint glow was fading and lamented at my true restriction. One not enforced by a dragon safeguarding his trump card, but by nature itself. I had a mere three years left before I lose my life. The tradeoff of having such potent healing. I wished that I could heal all the pain and suffering of anyone nearby, yet knew that it was foolish. It would be wasteful to heal a hundred peasants of their hunger pains, only for them to die to invaders as there was no one to heal the warriors.

My sadness was abated as my magical senses felt a disturbance in the world. I hazard a guess to what it is, and knew that if I wasn't sealed in the bottom-most center room of the temple, I would see a wonderous orange-red light.

A Dragonfall.

I rejoiced as such an event could mean an end to the careful partitioning of my life. I could live a long life of healing indiscriminately and as long as the Sixth doesn't put me in a vault, could ease the anguish of many tormented people. I did not hesitate on my wish and already knew how to phrase it.

'Mighty Sixth, hear my plea! Let my lifeforce be endless and inextinguishable! Let me heal the weak and needy without restraint, without the fear of ****! Do so and I shall be yours! To serve and to heal as you command!"

I had thought to include the freedom to heal any who I wish, yet I did not want to push my luck too far. Not even a second had passed before a dark purple portal appeared before me. I have rarely seen such beautiful colors as the ones that made the portal, a result of spending eighteen years in isolation from the world. I moved as fast and as cautious as I could into the portal and heard a whooshing noise fill my ears. It lifted me away, taking me to my new Dragonlord,

Who has taken the price of Lightweaving away.

Itotia

I regained sanity when the haze of the **** orgasm lifted, and still felt the tremors that the overwhelming pleasure had cause. I felt the perverted tentacles start again and I groaned. My flesh was too sensitive and tender from the countless orgasms prior, yet the sick creations of Acatl did not cease. Their constant writhing upon my body was as hated as it was pleasurable, and I ashamedly was growing addicted to it. I wondered idly how my body could even make as much fluid as I have squirted and can only assume the perverted Dragon Priest's lewd rituals had some effect upon me besides the growing desire for this **** to continue. Speaking of the bastard, he left me to my violation to go 'collect' my sister. It was not enough that he tormented me with a barrage of rituals, he now had to make Mikotia suffer as well. And only because I refused to vocally wish for the coming Sixth Greater Dragon to see me as Acatl's payment for his wish.

I knew the lecherous creep desired to be made into a dragon, so as to inherit all the influence such a form would bring. Oh how I wished that I have never known such a arrogant asshole. As if a Greater Dragon would care about what some- I saw as orange-red sparks appear around my body, disrupting the magic that was the origin of the tentacles, yet did not strip me of my restraints. I became utterly still as the sparks became flames and began to envelope me, yet I felt no burns or pain, merely despair. As I felt myself be moved elsewhere with a whooshing noise, my tears streamed forth. The torrent of tentacles touching and defiling me may not have broken me, yet the fact that the accursed Dragon Priest plans had worked, did. I sobbed and wept as I was sent to my new master.

A master that had aided my loathed violator, Acatl.

Tupoc

I made my rounds, like usual, within the temple and the city that surrounded it. Always vigilant against any threats. As was usual, none dared to appear. I made my way back to the temple for lunchtime and cursed at all the stairs. The strain of moving my old bones up them, a constant reminder of one horrid truth. I am old. I couldn't pinpoint that moment when the aches and pains of old age came, only that they were now a constant. How embarrassing that the Head of the Temple Guard for the mighty Cranixal had become feeble. I knew that my mind was sharp and my experience was deep, yet they meant nothing, if you couldn't dodge a spear from your enemies, as my lord have teased me many a times. I had ascended the stairs and almost made my way inside, before the light of the sun had change into orange-red hues and enveloped the world. I turned behind me and looked up, and made a smile that was wider than any I have ever made.

A Dragonfall.

The spawn of the Scaled one was coming, the Sixth of its kind. Though I had remained loyal to Cranixal for my entire life and had a deep respect for him, to be granted my wish and serve a Dragon greater than he will ever be, was too tempting. I had no doubt that he would do the same thing if our roles were reversed. I would, however, try to convince the Sixth to ally with him, it was the least I could do.

'Great Dragonlord of the heavens! I am Tupoc, veteran of many battle and great of skill! I seek merely to regain my former vigor and the ability to keep it! Grant me this favor and I shall serve you eternally!'

I felt as the Sixth connected our minds and felt honored that he answered within a moments time. It spoke of wedding me and making me a female so it could seed me. It wanted to give me love as it would want love from me. I felt a great deal of confusion. I knew from tales I had heard from dragons, humans, and many others of what love was, yet I also knew that lizardmen did not feel such things. One particularly brave and now very dead human ****, said that the capacity for love was anathema to my 'lizard brain'. While I did have a lizard brain, how he said it made it seem like an insult, which I would not tolerate to hear from a scaleless. I told the dragon of this, so it would not feel betrayed when I couldn't do as it asks, and was assured that the transformation of my body would allow for such emotions.

As it was mentioned again, I ask the dragon about what exactly I would become, for I did not desire to become even weaker. The Sixth elaborated, and explained that though my form would be most pleasing to its eyes, I would not suffer a loss of even an ounce of strength. As even though I would lose muscle mass, the magic the Sixth shall use would merely make the muscles that were left even more efficient to match. I had no more concerns and thus accepted. I didn't care about the mating ceremonies of other races and would go through them as was directed. I also did not see a reason to deny my new lord his desire for me to bear his new clutch of young, as it would be the right of a Dragonlord to use his servants in whatever manner he wanted. I felt the dragon growl in satisfaction, and felt its magic started to weave itself into my being.

I felt as my form became more lithe and slender, and my posture straightened, I felt my snout sunk into my skull and knew that my face was akin to the faces of all other humanoids, though it still had scales and sharp teeth. I felt as said teeth lengthened a little and all became a uniform length. A weird sensation herald the arrival of more scales, as they covered my snout, er, mouth, making lips. I had my vision widened and believe that my eyes had been transformed as well. I look down at my chest, and saw as the magic made mammalian-like scaled breasts appear, of such size that I knew my balance would be top heavy now. I had no inclination to wear armor, never had, yet if suddenly I do, I am out of luck. Such oversized mass of scales would make any armor uncomfortable and infeasible.

My hands and fingers became more feminine, just like my feet and toes. Speaking of femininity, I lost my manhood and felt my womanhood form, a deeply... unique experience. I felt my adornments that told of my Head of Temple Guard status morph to fit my new body. My golden bracelets became slim and now stretch all the way up my arms. The cords that were wrapped around my body for symbolic purposes were also... changed. It wrapped around my body in ways reminiscent of Shibari, the Mizuchi practice of binding their enemies. I knew of it from an entertainer that Cranixal were particularly fond of. Like some of the entertainers performances, It was very restrictive and emphasized the feminine form. It bound my arms behind my back, circled my breasts, put my legs together, and worse of all, it raised my tail and tied it to my back. I was extremely uncomfortable at being so restrained and ****, and hope no one was looking at me. I was lucky that most people solely focused on the Dragonfall and stared at it for as long as it lasted while thinking of their wish, again and again.

I saw sparks of orange-red which quickly grew to flames and felt the last onslaught of changes. As the Sixth's consideration left my mind, and a whooshing noise assaulted my ears and I felt myself be lifted away, I felt new things. I now know what loyalty truly meant and regretted betraying Cranixal for changing allegiances. I knew what embarrassment was, and it made my nudity and Shibari even more uncomfortable. And I think I knew what the Sixth felt for me. The son of the Scaled One seemingly saw something about me that made him love me, and the change made me feel the same. I-I don't- I can't process this- this selfless affection for the Sixth. I knew I promise to serve the Sixth faithfully, yet I said such factually. Like the sun is bright, the leaves of the jungle is green, and I would do as the Sixth commanded. Now, I wanted to serve him because its HIM, not because he is my lord, even though he is. I thought of all he wanted from me in a new light. I still knew nothing of 'marriage' yet now I'm eager to learn. I thought of his desire for me to bear his clutch. I felt a... constriction? in my heart at the idea. Not just his clutch, OUR clutch. I was carried towards where the Sixth would land, thoughts of all the new feelings afflicting me. I realized, through all the other thoughts and emotions.

That I would feel all this for an eternity.

Acalan

I Polished my axe within my quarters. As the son of the Mighty dragon Dasranix, I must always appear my best. When my Axe gleamed in the candle light, I was finally satisfied. I stood up and moved to the west wall of my room, where a large map of Ixtacotak was put up. It was inundated by names of the Dragonlords and their courts and the names were put on the map where they resided. It also showed significant locations that I should visit. I had mostly planned the first few years of my journey, gotten the slaves to prepare all the supplies I needed, and already said good bye to Mother. Father, as always, was too busy ruling his court and keeping an eye on the island that was near us. Apparently, that one human sorceress had been found on the island, along with her keep. Three Dragonlords and most of their armies have moved against her, and such a concentration of power had, reasonably, set Father on edge. I don't mind the fact he was too busy for me, nor the fact that my many victories as a warrior hadn't even given me a single word of affirmation. He was an important figure in the politics of the continent, and had to prioritized where his attention went. The solution was simple, embark on a grand adventure like the heroes of old, and attain power and prestige while forging a destiny for myself. When I have done that, then I shall return and, undoubtedly, I shall be welcomed by my Father as his greatest pride and joy.

My assessment of the map was interrupted as the light from outside have become an orange-red and bathed the world in its glow. The records spoke of what is happening, and my Father has even lived through two of these events.

A Dragonfall.

During the Fourth Dragonfall, he had even wished for a lover that was perfectly crafted for him, and his wish was granted. Mother was given to him and bore literal armies of Half-Dragons for him, and all the Fourth had asked, was that all his daughters were given to her. Now, I, his son, shall also make a wish to a Greater Dragon and, hopefully, also have my wish granted. However, I had no need for a lover, merely a guarantee.

'Wonderous Dragon! I shall embark on a grand adventure and build a legacy for myself! This, I will do myself! Yet, I ask of you, make it so that when I am done, That my Mother and Father shall still be on the island of Mastonak, and will still be its rulers! Ensure that they will still await my return and no ill fate has befallen them, and I shall be your warrior and Champion!'

That Memnophian seer that once was apart of my Father's court, told me when I was growing up, that I shall attain glory and power that I could never imagine. Yet, when I return home, I would find all that I had known burnt to ash. Such dour news had made Father paranoid, and he grilled the seer for every detail, and when the seer later died from poison, his paranoia was worsened. Yet now he need not worry, for now a Dragonfall shall ensure that such a fate never happens, and every one knows that such deific magic could not be denied.

I heard a purple portal appear behind me and turned around, it completely blocked the door that was on the north side of the room. I smiled and set about getting my stuff ready. I don't have time to collect the supplies the slaves had made ready, yet I'm sure that the dragon would provide the necessities. I carefully removed the map from the wall and rolled it up, then hefted my axe upon my shoulder. I walked through the portal and a whooshing sound filled my ears.

It is now Time for the Adventure to start.

Xixi

I felt the numbness travel even further up my right arm and left leg. The decaying vessel was getting worse and worse as the days went by. The physique of Coaxoch had gone from slim to anorexic, and I now rely on this stuffy mask 24/7 to hide the rotting visage I possess. It wasn't always perfect, especially nowadays, as the natural resistances of a human had fled upon Coaxoch fading away. My hands and my hair now bore inhuman characteristics that resisted all attempts to hide them. While the hair could be explained away as merely a fashion choice, the sharp talons for hands gave my Spirit heritage away. I stumbled through the jungle, and just barely made it to my nest. I slumped down on the bed of moss and wished I could blend into human society better, just to experience the luxurious beds of a Dragon Priest again. I almost fell asleep, to let slumber allow my magic to fix what damage it could, before a disturbance in the world was felt, and soon after a orange-red radiance flooded my nest.

A Dragonfall.

I quickly got to my feet, and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and looked up. The falling star, a sign of hope for many, including me. I would rather die with my failing body, then to go back to the dull existence of the Spirit World, however, I don't want to die at all.

'Glorious Sixth! I beseech you! Grant me my own body, so that I can still enjoy this wonderous world! Do so, and I shall fulfill any task you give me, even if such a task is a life of service!' I would prefer not to be a mere ****, yet I knew that even slaves had a more interesting life than what I had before Coaxoch summoned me.

I felt the Dragon connect to my mind, and it spoke of the price for an eternal stay in the Mortal World. I would gain a new, female body, and with it, I would be wed to it and bred by it. It promised to love me and in return, it wanted me to love it. I was wary, for I, like any competent spirit, could sense the mass of Lust and Love at its center. I knew that when it said to love me, it did not lie. Souls which were based around love, developed love for others ridiculously fast and said love was much deeper than what was normally possible. However, that was the problem. I was okay with an eternity of servitude, but a distant servitude, like the slaves and Dragon Priests. I don't know if I could handle the constant smothering of a lover. I, ultimately, didn't really have a choice. It was either a bland and boring return to the Spirit World, or a potentially exciting life with the newest Greater Dragon. I accepted and I felt as the dragon growl in satisfaction and sent forth the magics of the Dragonfall.

They entered my being and transfigured the dying vessel of Coaxoch. The magics cared little for the idea of maintaining a human-like visage. The new body might be around the same height and possessed the same slender build, yet the similarities ended there. Blue hair, the same as had been already growing on my hands, traveled up my arms and throughout my body. The spiky blue hair I once had, became akin to the silk curtains of a Dragon Priest, yet even more voluminous than them. I felt as the bones of my vessel shifted into feminine patterns. Wider hips, more slender waist, larger buttocks, and the swelling of the chest into breasts that resembled the ones that the most desirable pleasure slaves had. I looked down and saw that the magic had shifted the clothes I wore to better suit a more feminine form, yet no attempt was made to cover my newly formed 'tits' as Coaxoch called them.

Once the change was complete, a forgotten detail made itself known to me. A spirits ability to sense the core of a being, and potentially be affected by said core. I, as a man, was not the focus and drive of his core, or, I wasn't. The change was total, affecting body AND soul, I was, in all ways, a woman now. I fell to my knees and felt as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. I hadn't even used any function of my body yet, and now I couldn't, the orgasms disrupting any attempt to even think. I felt as the Lust of the Dragon was reigned in, and sensed the satisfaction of the Dragon at the sight of its newest mate, descending into uncontrollable pleasure at its mere presence. With its mental link fading as its attention was drawn elsewhere, it sent a last message. A dark purple portal appeared before me, and the message told me to go through and join with my new sister-wives. It took a minute for the tingling and tremors to cease. I shakily got to my feet and moved through. If the rest of my existence was like that, then I had no regrets about being a woman. A whooshing noise sounded and I felt my body move towards the Sixth's harem.

And there I will live, forever, within the Mortal Realm.

Zyree

I and my sisters, zoomed through the jungle, the Dragonspawn that chased us were too slow to catch us. Yet our speed meant nothing, when their ambush almost did us in. Kyree and Lelree were almost maimed by those spears that had targeted our wings, and Nyree was almost caught within that net. I myself barely dodged the tranquilizer darts that they sent everywhere. I looked amongst the numbers of the Ree tribe and saw eighteen members left. At the start of this year, there was twenty-six, and the year before that, there was forty-two, and all the years before that, was Fifty-eight, who had many years of never losing a single member. I-I tried! I did everything a leader was suppose to do, everything I saw mommy do, and yet nothing worked! When I turned nineteen years-old, and was still the youngest of the tribe, I was so happy that the tribe trusted me to lead, trusted me to take the same spot that my mother held, just like her own mother before, and all our ancestors before as well. It was in my blood to lead the Ree tribe, and-and I failed, badly.

The other members said that they didn't blame me, that the new Dragonlord was using better magic and tactics than they have ever faced. That I slew many dragonspawn and warriors for every tribe member lost. Yet I still felt like a failure, as I'm sure my mommy and grandmother, and all my other ancestors would have been able to adapt better, and they definitely would not have gotten sick like I had.

My mommy was still alive and if there was a way to free her from captivity, I would. She took a dart for me, during the very first of the ambushes, and no one was able to save her. Though I was cautioned not to, I snuck into the capital of the Dragonlord that ruled the island my tribe was on, to see if I could get mommy free. I was very skilled at stealth and knew a modest amount of secrecy magic from the lessons mommy told me. I saw as she was impaled upon the shaft of the Dragonlord. I heard how she yelled in pleasure and pain, and heard how the dragon taunted her, saying that they captured me, but unlike her, I was only good enough to be stress relief for the slaves. I saw this all, when I spied on his throne room at the top of his temple. I don't know how long I saw and heard the defilement, before I threw off the shock and horror. It was only when there was a lull in the noise of all the squelching flesh and moans, when he asked her to renounce her tribe and in exchange I would no longer be a cum rag to slaves. Before she could say such things, I spoke up. I told her that I wasn't captured and the tribe was alive and well. I saw as my mother turned in shock and joy at me. What she would have said, was drowned by the dragon's roar. He commanded me to surrender, to submit and fall onto my knees before him. I, of course, told him he could go fuck himself. He did not like that, and I flew faster than I had ever flew, to avoid him as he personally tried to capture me. He was quick for a large sized Turtle Dragon, yet I was quicker.

Ever since then, when one of the tribe was taken, I went back to the capital and did the same thing, saying to the others that I was merely seeing if I could find a way to free them. Though I only watched, and didn't yell at the dragon. It felt good at the time, yet I heard the rumors that afterwards, he wore mommy as a cock sock for weeks without a break. I sat and watched as the newest captives was made to pleasure the dragon. I hated what the dragon did to them, I hated the yells of pain and pleasure that slowly turned to only blissful moans, I hated how mommy's belly swelled with children and-and how the dragon made her say that she prefers them more than me. I hated how the dragon had captured the majority of my tribe and turned all of them into his harem... and I hated how I begun to have wet dreams about it all. I hated how a growing part of me was becoming sick. The Sickness in question, was the desire to just... submit to him, in any way he desired. His power and potency was always on display when new slaves were brought to him, and thus I always witness it. I felt my body heat up when he starts his lustful parties and I pleasure myself to the sounds and sights. I had become addicted to my defeat, to my tribes defeat, and I loathed myself. I despised how the thought of becoming like mommy and the other captured harpies turned me on, and how the idea of leading myself and the last of my tribe into the Dragon's claws always passes through my head. I-I even have failed to control some of the urges that the sickness brought.

The Ree tribe has had no new blood for twenty-one years, ever since I was born, due to the hunters of this Dragonlord. I had thought of using this trip to the capital, to possibly seed myself, to do something useful for the tribes future. Yet the sick part of myself made me wait, wait for when, not if, the dragon owned me, for him to repopulate the Ree tribe and take my first time. I gave into the sick, horrid part of myself and let the Dragon control apart of my being, and it took all my strength to not deliberately sabotage the escape of the tribe.

I had also learned the last time I went, that the dragon had always known I was there. When I went, I was later than normal, yet when I arrive, it was as though I got there on time. I learned from one of the tribe members in bondage who whispered to the girl next to her, that they had waited for about thirty minutes. The dragon than came into the room with Dyree, my best friend and the closest in age to me, within the tribe. She had just been captured and was still rebellious. She yelled and cursed the dragon and he just smirked. He gazed at her and at all the others, and told them how all their 'precious' leader was amongst them. My heart froze at hearing that, and he continued. He told of his scrying magic and seers that detected my presence, though not my exact location. He promised that if I came out of hiding, then he would let the four newly captured harpies go free. That all the trouble I had given him had made me valuable in his eyes, and was worth a hundred harpies. I willed myself to flee, and my sickness yearned to submit, the conflict just leaving me paralyzed. I saw the dragon huff, and remarked that he knew I was still there, somewhere, and he shall give an incentive. I didn't move no matter what. Even as he dominated the four resisting harpies who pled for me to flee, or the many already broken ones who urged me to join them. He seeded all of them and covered them in his lust. When at the end, he sighed and flicked his wrist. I then noticed all the harpies looked towards me, and I looked down and saw a glowing outline, my secrecy magic had been broken. I saw shock and embarrassment from mommy and all the tribe members who had reveled in the hedonism that the dragon gave, clearly believing that the dragon merely said I was present to demoralize the captives. They made many excuses and apologies for their weakness and submission, and I only heard some as I quickly escaped. The dragon flew after me, yet not to capture me. He merely said he would wait for when I came again, for he knew I would, and that the name of my new master was Cranixal.

Mine and my tribes flight towards our temporary shelter was halted, as well as my thoughts upon my weakness and its consequences, as the world became inundated by orange-red light. I and my sisters looked up, and saw that a once in a thousand year event was happening.

A Dragonfall.

I could ask for many things from the descending Sixth. Protection from other Dragons, The return and 'healing' of the taken tribe members, or even a cure to my sickness, yet I did not.

'Please Glorious Dragon, claim me! Claim me and all that I am, and all that I ask for, is to let my tribe gain the ability to turn invisible! Let them be able to never be seen by our enemies, and I shall be yours!'

The wish did much, both good and bad. Of the good, it would truly help my tribe and be the only positive thing I have done as their leader, besides also asking to be taken away so that someone more capable can take over. Of the bad, it aided my sickness. I still had some self-respect, so even though the sickness wanted the dragon that took mommy and the others, it would have to settle for another dragon. It also made it easier for me to watch upon the owner of mommy, to truly get closer, so I could see my defeat and failure up close without the Cranixal knowing I was there. I felt as the Sixth connected our minds together and revealed many things. The Sixth spoke of how it knew of my history and of my sickness, and how it wanted a part of the Sickness to succeed. The part that wanted to betray the remaining faithful tribes people, to convince them to become a harem of a dragon, any dragon.

I pleaded for it to be satisfied with just me, ignoring how a not insignificant part of me approved of the idea. I felt the refusal and it gave the demands of what it desired. I steeled myself and made sure that a perverted smile and a sorrowful tear was suppressed, as I could only agree to its demands. I doubt that my tribe would be free much longer without the Greater Dragon's help, and suppose that submission to a Greater Dragon was better than Cranixal. I slowly turned to my sisters and spoke.

"The-the Greater Dragon has spoken to me." I saw my sisters turn to me and became shocked, yet they quickly cheered together. A rare sight nowadays.

"THAT'S WONDERFUL, WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR!!?" Kyree yelled, no injuries have ever diminished her energy. The others quietened a little, to hear what I thought the dragon could do that would help us.

"I wished for us to be able to become unseen, so that we will never trip any ambush again." I saw as some cheered and exclaimed that it was a good wish, while others faked a smile, no doubt thinking of better wishes. I saw as the oldest amongst us, Arree, strode forth. She was bare-chested as the rest of us, and had the same white and blue long skirts as what I wore, a symbol of leadership, and was fifty-seven years old. As with all harpy tribes, even those under the dominion of the dragons, the Ree tribe had a Matriarch, me, which made all the important decisions of what the tribe would do, and a Lore Mistress, which was Arree. She knew of all the knowledge that the tribe has ever learned, and was the one to gave council to all that needed it. All the songs, traditions, and stories of the Ree tribe was in her head, which made her as important to protect as myself in the eyes of the tribe. I personally think that she was far more important and deserving of protection than I was.

"The tales are clear, the sons and daughters of the Primordial Dragon have always desired payment for their wish granting services. What does the Sixth want." I involuntary gulped at the question, and hated that my minds first thought, was how hot her tits would look, bouncing from the **** of a dragon dick spearing her.

"He desires to-to wed us. He promises to love and care for us, if we do the same in exchange. He-he also wants us to bear his young." I whispered, shame filling my voice. I knew every one had heard as I saw their joy fade. For a rare moment, the Sickness faded as well. There was nothing kinky or hot about watching the hope of my tribe die.

"So that's it huh?" Nyree spoke with a broken voice. She was the one who felt the greatest depression at all the loss and ****, for she was the heart of the tribe. Before we lost so many, she always made time to talk to everyone and cheer them up if they were down. She still tried to do that, yet it was obvious that she couldn't make herself believe in her own words. "Wound up bound to one dragon, or to another, made slaves either way."

"At least the Greater Dragon can't be worse, right? The First, Third, and Fourth have all treated the people whose wishes they granted well." Jyree spoke, the naive one of the tribe as others call her, though personally, I think that she was just overly optimistic.

"True, but the Second made shells out of anyone who wished to her, and the Fifth was a literal demon. anything can happen." Lelree shrugged, always the one who seemingly was unaffected by any concerns, even her own injuries. "Personally, I don't want to see the tribe be whittled down one by one and enslaved by the Dragon here. I think we should take a chance on the Sixth."

"And if he is even crueler than the dragon here?" Nyree asked.

"Then, at least we will all be together." Jyree answered, having conviction in her voice. At her words, the other tribe members seem to come around on the idea. Though some might not admit, It was an awful existence we live. Though we were free from the tyranny of a Dragonlord, we were not free from anxiety. Would tomorrow be my last day free? would this conversation be the last words I tell someone I had known for years? These questions and more plagued all of our minds, and though none, save me and my sickness, wanted slavery, there was comfort in knowing that at least they will always have each other. I didn't mention that Cranixal would also keep them together, as that would not help me in any way. I step forth and asked all my sisters if the pact with the Sixth should be made, and they agreed. I passed the message along and felt the joy that the Sixth felt for his harem to expand by eighteen harpies.

As our mental link broke, a purple portal appeared before the tribe. Though some of my sisters were startled, most had expected something to happen like this. I saw as Arree strode forth and then turned to the others, hesitance being expertly hidden by false bravado, just as she taught me herself.

"I think we shouldn't keep our new... Husband waiting, girls." With that she walked into the portal. Others looked a little uncertain, though most looked resigned and walked through. I, as was expected of the leader, waited to be the last so that I made sure everyone made it. As most of my tribe walked through, I noticed that Nyree hadn't moved from her spot. I walked to her when we were the only ones left.

"Arree was right, we need to go." I whispered gently, and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned her beautiful orange-amber eyes to me.

"From however the Sixth communicated with you, did you get a sense that he was... I don't know, trustworthy I guess?" I couldn't truly fake any conviction in my voice, and decided that I might as well be honest.

"He merely connected our minds, and I do not possess the magic sensitivity to use such a bond to gain knowledge. I will not lie, he did not sound malicious and his phrase of wanting to wed us spoke well of his intentions, but-"

"What does that even mean? What does wedding us entail? I have never heard of such a thing and I doubt the others know either, except for you and Arree." Ah, right, The knowledge that Arree gave the majority of the tribe and what she gave me when I was growing up were very much different. They were taught only things that was essential at the moment and which related to their tasks. I, as the future Matriarch, was taught everything that related to the daily life of the tribe, from hunting and gathering, to healing and fighting. I even was taught more than that, like the traditions, ways, and language of outsiders. Marriage, of course, being one such topic.

"You know how there was once a time where a woman of the tribe would leave to find a man, and then return to give birth?"

"Of course, and then that was stopped as the hunters made potential fathers into bait. It was what claimed most of our people."

"Yes, well, humans and most other races don't do that. They find a male and then stay with them, to have children together. I know that you know that outsiders don't have tribes like we do, and that is because of marriage. Instead of having a child and letting those closest to you help raise it, the outsiders are expected to raise the young they have themselves, with little help from others, but I digress. The point of this is that marriage is when a male and a female promise themselves to each other and swear off any affection from other people. It is a bond which symbolizes love for each other, and thus, if the Dragon is asking for marriage specifically, then I think there is little worry about being enslaved." I told a little lie there, as I had overheard Cranixal call mommy ****-wife, yet Nyree doesn't need to know that.

"I-I see, yet how can the Sixth love us, if we have never met?" For a second, I saw the broken look in her eyes mend, and hoped to everything in the world, that the Sixth wouldn't **** her, and break her again.

"I don't know, yet the whims and thoughts of a Greater Dragon are never known, and the differences between them, means that knowing about one does not help figure out the other. Maybe the Sixth can see the future and knows that he will fall in love with us, maybe he can sense our souls and sees something within us that has captivated him, who knows. We will never find out by waiting in front of a portal. Let's go, and experience a marriage together." I gave a small, yet genuine smile. I saw as Nyree made an honest smile and my own widened as well at the sight.

"Yeah, I guess your right." She move towards the portal and at its edge turned towards me. "Thanks, for everything you have done for us. We couldn't have asked for a better leader." She walked in after saying such a joke with a straight face.

"Yes, you could have. Preferably A Matriarch who doesn't enjoy the thought of losing to dragons and submitting to them. Who isn't such a damn disappointment to our tribe and all the ancestors, and isn't so fucking pathetic and sick!" I yelled to the empty space where my family once stood. I was too cowardly to say it to any of them, no matter how much I wanted to. I walked away from the portal, and thought of the temporary home and all that we were leaving behind. It was not much, as nomadic people on the run did not generally develop materialistic habits, yet there was a few things I could get.

I flew quickly over, as we were halted about a few hundred feet from our camp when the Dragonfall came. I ignored the food, the cloth, and anything else that was not personal. Arree, as all Lore Mistresses do, keep their knowledge in their heads and never writes them down. Thus, I only needed to collect items that possessed sentimental value. Dolls, knickknacks, and objects that reminded those of the tribe of their lost ones, either dead or taken. Though there was quite a bit of stuff, I did use some fabric to hold items together and made sure nothing important was left behind. After triple checking, I went back to the portal and saw that it was still there. I flew through the portal without hesitation.

Following my tribe that I didn't deserve to be apart of, much less lead.

Tozi

Tozi clamped down on her rising panic. Tozi knew that Mother was strong, stronger than the weak and foolish hunters that had let loose their arrows into Mothers fur. Mother whined in pain, and Tozi clamped down on her rising panic. Tozi knew that Mother was strong, stronger than the weak and foolish hunters that had let loose their arrows into mothers fur. More blood pour from Mother, and Tozi clamped-

Tozi's spiral of clamped down panic and overwhelming helplessness was put on the wayside as the world became an orange-red. Tozi didn't know what was happening, and stood over Mother. Let whatever new threat take Tozi, before they take Mother. Tozi waited, and yet nothing happen. Mother whined again in pain beneath Tozi, Tozi just wished that Mother would get well. Tozi-Tozi couldn't lose Mother, Mother was all Tozi had. Tozi crouched down as a voice was heard, sheltering Mother with Tozi's body. Tozi saw no one, yet the voice spoke again. The voice was called the Sixth Greater Dragon, and the orange-red world was because of it.

A Dragonfall.

The voice said it heard Tozi and could heal Mother. The voice only asked for Tozi to become its mate. The voice also said it wanted Mother as well. It would make Mother like Tozi, than make Mother mate as well. Tozi was confused and scared and stressed. But as Tozi heard Mother whimper again in pain, and saw Mother's life slowly fading from Mother's eye, Tozi accepted. The voice sounded satisfied, and Tozi felt it leave.

Seeing sparks, Tozi backed away from Mother in fear. Before Tozi's eyes, Mother was healed, and Tozi was overjoyed. Tozi than saw as Mother shifted before her and looked like Tozi did when Tozi looked in water, yet Mother still had fox ears on the top of Mother's head, and a bushy tail as well. Tozi heard Mother speak, not in the usual growls and yips, but as humans did.

"I-I Tozi, what has happen?" Tozi felt tears come to Tozi's eyes and ran to Mother and hug her. Mother let out an oooff at the impact of Tozi jumping in Mothers arms.

"Tozi heard a voice which called itself the Sixth Greater Dragon! It told Tozi that it could heal Mother if Tozi and Mother became its mates, and even said that Mother will look like Tozi! Tozi sorry for making Mother look like Tozi, yet Tozi couldn't lose Mother." Tozi told Mother all this, while feeling trails of tears stream down her cheeks.

"Oh dear, Its alright that I look like you. I am just worried that you are paying such a price for my sake." Tozi looked in Mother's eyes and saw Mother was not angry only sad.

"Mother, what is wrong with mating? Didn't you tell Tozi that Tozi is ready for kits? That Tozi is old enough to bear kits?" Tozi was confused, why did Mother look sad.

"There are some males, both fox and human, who mistreats their mates. Some beat theirs, others trap them to stop them from leaving, and the very worse make their mates bear kits and then **** the kits as well. I wanted you to find the perfect mate for yourself. Not to-to mate with someone just to help me."

"Tozi couldn't live a life without Mother! Tozi will protect Mother if the voice tries to beat and trap Mother!" Tozi saw Mother smile a small smile at her. Mother hugged Tozi and spoke in a gentle voice.

"And I swear as well- Mother swears to Tozi that Mother will protect Tozi as well." The embrace was warm and Tozi realizes that this was the first time that Tozi had touched another human body.

The hug was interrupted by orange-red sparks which quickly turned into great fires. Tozi didn't have time to do anything but cling to Mother tighter. Mother was calm and it made Tozi calm. As a whooshing sound filled Tozi's ears, Tozi felt being moved without walking along with Mother. Tozi was scared, but that was okay.

Tozi still had Mother.

Lezeli

I followed like usual behind the human ship, hearing their beautiful singing. I joined in as well, as I usually did, and the humans were overjoyed to hear my voice. I sung with them until they stopped singing and then I left them alone, watching as they became mere specks in the distance.

How I wished to have join them for the entirety of their journey. To be able to sing with them for days on end and not to wait for what felt like an eternity for the next ship to come that also had singing come from it. I knew not to approach non-singing ships, that they could possess people that wanted to harm or capture me. My father and the rest of my tribe had always warned me about humans, and they were both right and wrong to do so. Wrong, because I would have never heard such wonderous songs, never had gain the courage to follow after the human ships. Yet they were right, as those non-singing ships were sometimes filled with horrid people. They would yell such murderous taunts while trying to catch me, yet I actually prefer those taunts over the perverted ones. I am not exactly knowledgeable about all the surfacer words, yet I knew enough from the songs and context clues, to know that they threatened to breed me, also my throat yet I think I misheard them that time. After all, why would a male put their member in a girl's mouth?

Forgetting about the... nastiness, I always preferred to look at the bright side of life, such as the meal that my family was making. I swam quickly towards my home, my speed being much greater than the boats of the surfacers. On my way, the water around me lost their usual colors, in favor for an orange-red hue. I stopped and quickly resurfaced from the water and looked to the sky.

A Dragonfall.

Even without all the songs I have heard about them, the tales of my family and tribe were plentiful. An event where the Ur-wyrm, the Father of All Dragons, sends down his child, and said child could grant any wish made to it, in exchange for something the Dragon desires that would help it in its new world. I quickly sent up my own wish and hoped dearly that the dragon heard it. I saw as a purple portal appeared twenty feet away from me, half submerged in the water. I grinned at the aparant sign that my wish was granted. I swam on through and heard a whooshing sound in my head. I felt as I was transported and I also felt as my tail became akin to human legs and feet. I turned them back into a tail and then into legs and feet again. I smiled the largest smile I have ever had.

The Surface World and its songs were now available to me to explore.

Takal

I kept the fire lit within my hut, my home ever since I was sentenced to exile. An exile that I would choose again if I had another chance. Every time I started to regret my life and what led to my current suffering, I could only think of that baby. Made a sacrifice to the cruel Dragon Priests and their capricious Dragonlord, Inocotol. I would never regret letting that father save his daughter, as any honorable person would have. The meat was done roasting, so I took it off its spit, and dug in. I have done pretty well as a former Temple Guard, and I doubt that Minok would have fared as well in the wilderness, pathetic excuse for a Head of the Temple Guard that he was.

I ate in silence and loneliness. While I had no regret, I did miss the all the joys I once had. A purpose, direction, comrades, an actual bed. If I was confidant enough in my subterfuge, I would have swam to another island, to become a subordinate to another dragon, alas, I was no good at lying and deception, and no doubt Inocotol has already told all other Dragons of my 'weakness'. My meal was joined by a beautiful shower of orange-red light, and I almost **** on the cooked cod.

A Dragonfall.

Almost everyone knew what they are and what they can do, especially those that lived under dragons. The falling of the Scaled Ones child to Elderia which would bring a new age to the world and the fulfillment of wishes that interest the Greater Dragon, specifically wishes from those that gains the Greater Dragons consideration. While my wish might not be the most intriguing to it, as a former Temple Guard, I would like to think I would interest the Sixth, at least a little.

'Great Sixth who heralds the end of the age of the pathetic Fifth! I beseech thee, let me serve you, let me serve a worthy lord! I offer the totality of my being to you as payment!'

I felt a mere second, if that, pass before I heard the Dragon speak. I blushed as it spoke of binding our hands in matrimony, of making me a woman, and of using me new state to bear its young. Though I would prefer to still be a warrior and not- I guess the Sixth can hear my thoughts, for he promised me in that instant, that I would still be allowed, and even expected, to fight. Children will come when I was ready and I wouldn't be pressured. I accepted, as even a life as a broodmare was better than a life of directionless squalor. The dragon growled in satisfaction and I felt my being shift.

It happened as I guess I should have expected it to happen. A tingle throughout my body was the alarm that the change was happening. I looked down and saw as my form became lither and feminine. I lost my manhood and gained a womanhood, the lost of masculine abs were replaced by feminine ones and tits as well. The voice of the Sixth assured me that though my muscles seemed smaller, the Dragonfall magics shall make them just as strong as I was, so I wouldn't have to worry about it like Tupoc. Whoever that was. Wait, if another guy went through this, and was also made a wife and thus my sister-wife, am I expected to be jealous that 'my man' was talking about another girl? I scarcely remember the discussions I heard from female Temple Guards about their relationships, yet I think I was suppose to be jealous.

The opening of a purple portal disrupted my inane question. I looked at the hand of my still warm meal and shrugged, no need to waste food. I went to grab my spear and then walked through the portal, still eating when a whooshing noise sounded.

Time to serve a Dragonlord again, a much better one this time.

Ojoxxotol

My jaw clamped down upon the lone Salamander's neck, the dragon, being too exhausted from the fight and hunt, had no chance to live now. I dug into the Large sized meal with relish. It was a rare day that a dragon was alone, even rarer that it didn't have wings to fly away. I couldn't remember the last day where a single meal could satisfy my hunger completely. I almost felt bad for it, almost.

While Saurians had **** but to be alone, as most kinds of Saurians could hardly stand each other and we couldn't speak to other species, dragons were different. They could speak humanoid tongue and from what I hear and seen, were respected by humanoids for merely being dragons. Had this Salamander the support of hunters, than I would have been **** to flee. Alas for the dragon, he was alone and I was stronger.

My feast of draconic flesh was marinated in an orange-red light, and I looked into the sky. The sun had shrunk and was falling- wait, no, the sun was still in the sky, merely its light was now entwined with the light of the falling sun. The falling sun made me feel... weird. A longing feeling, a desire to think about what I wanted. That was easy. I wanted to be able to speak like the dragons do. I want to be apart of a pack of hunters, a pack of apex predators.

A voice communicated to me, and somehow I knew that the voice came from the falling sun, no, not a sun.

A Dragonfall.

The voice told me what was happening and who it was. I was overjoyed to hear a voice speak to me as a fellow hunter would and not like the simple beast that most things label me as. It said that it was the Sixth Greater Dragon and that he could grant wishes, like my wish. All it ask for in return was everything I had wanted. I might not know what a 'harem' is or what 'marriage' meant, but I was assured that there were many hunters within it. Apparently a 'harem' was a large pack of hunters that mated with each other. I saw no issue with that and didn't care about becoming a female. Though I would become weaker, I would have a pack that would protect me, and who I would protect in turn. I heard the voice explain something about 'muscles' and how mine won't weaken though those words meant nothing to me. The Sixth also said that I would gain a female humanoid form for ease of blending in with other humanoids, and that mating in that form was very pleasurable, and I was assured that I would turn back into a Saurian when I desire. I accepted and felt my great height diminish. I would have panicked if not for the warning of the Sixth.

I... wasn't exactly like other humanoids. I had the flesh bumps of their females yes, and everything else that was expected. Yet the crown of bone spikes that spoke of my Saurian nature was not humanoid-like, and my pink hair was a shade I haven't seen in hunters. I gently ran my tongue over my new teeth and felt as they were sharp like before. A weird impulse struck me and I stuck my tongue out and saw as it went a great distance. I moved it about with surprising dexterity and wondered why humanoids would have such weird tongues. My paws were akin to a humanoids yet they ended in sharp claws, which though I haven't seen many, I knew humanoids didn't possess such lethality in their paws. Weirdly my lower paws where topped with smooth harmless claws, much more closely liken to humanoids than my own.

With my transformation complete, I felt a flood of instinctual knowledge come to me. Amongst the flood was one I tried immediately, and was once more a towering figure. I noticed a purple portal appear below me, and the last words of the Sixth told me to go through in my humanoid form and only transform back into normal in a clear space with no chance of hurting any one in the 'harem'. I quickly shifted back, as the last thing I would want is to hurt my long-desired pack mates. I sprinted through the portal on humanoid legs and heard a bizarre whooshing sound, though I kept sprinting.

Towards my new pack.

Aamontep

A Dragonfall.

The energies that The Scaled Ones children released when they descended upon this world was very well known to me. It was a novelty when the first one came, a nice surprising event that flooded the world with new magic and miraculously healed the fading leylines. Yet what the First Dragonfall wrought made me despise them, especially as none have granted me my freedom. Four more have arrived since, FOUR! And not a single of those jumped up lizards have granted me any semblance of movement. Yet I literally have no other choice but to keep wishing to them, the humiliation.

If my count was not wrong than a thousand years have passed since the Fifth one, just like how the Fifth was a thousand years from the Fourth, and so on and so forth. And it has been four thousand, two hundred, and five years, and six months and seven days since I last talked to anyone. The last of my followers was a kind girl, if perverted, who thought that rubbing her breast on me and squirting fem cum on me, would cause my male spirit to **** my metallic body to move. A foolish hope, but better than nothing and the sight was great. She went to go get supplies for herself, and maybe continue the bloodline of my servants, and never came back. Oh how I longed for her to this very day. Her idle chatter was more comforting than her perversion and when our minds connected so we could telepathically speak, the only way I could communicate anymore, I was able to feel a fraction of what I once was capable of.

But I digress, I made my wish and sat there, not knowing if I even had hope any- I would have jumped in shock if I could for I finally heard the voice of another. It greeted itself as the Sixth Greater Dragon and has heard my wish. I was too stunned to introduce myself, yet I had a feeling that the Sixth wouldn't need an introduction. It continued regardless, and told me the price it sought, and if my eyebrows were still around, they would be floating above my head. I expected the Sixth to be perverted dragon like the first, and I wasn't wrong about that, yet he was an interesting pervert. He would grant my movement in exchange for wedding me and for me to love it, as well as friendship and companionship. He promised to do the same in return. Though such a wholesome request wasn't the interesting part. It was the lewd part that wanted my Dragonite body to become female and capable of live birth.

After questioning if it was possible for Greater Dragons to form already drunk, it informed me about the true greatness of the Dragonfall and its magics. Female Scalespawn, Wind Elementals, Grove Guardians, Vampires, Demi-Gods and Demi-Goddesses, Human-Elemental hybrids, Spirits, and even a Saurian. The magics changed them into female humanoid forms and allowed them to bear new species, even if the people were originally male. The magics of a Dragonfall could accomplish impossibilities after impossibilities with ease, and even allowed the new species the ability to shift into a second form that mirrored their origins. One such impossibility was a svelte muscular female human with what appeared to be wolf ears atop its head, and a bushy tail. She looked in admiration at her hands as though she never saw them, and then transformed into a giant wolf the size of the trees around them, an egregious display of near divine level magic. I was convinced and my curiosity **** me to agree.

Even if I wanted to wait another Millennium for another chance at moving and I was strictly oppose to being a concubine, and stopped being bi, my curiosity wouldn't allow me to refuse. Ever since I was young, magic fascinated me, and as I was skilled in all magics, I was allowed to delve deeper into the mystical **** I adored. The idea of magics allowing a metal body to conceive and to experience it first hand, as well as to examine the new race that came afterward, made me even joyously accept the deal. I did send a question to the Sixth, was a womb all the changes, as I don't think it would necessarily be pleasant thrusting into what is essentially an indestructible metal statue. Wonder grew further in my chest at the ideas he had for the body, hard Dragonite for areas that bone was suppose to be, soft almost silk-like Dragonite for where flesh and skin were, able to harden in the face of oncoming blows, and liquid Dragonite that would flow through me like blood. I questioned why I would need blood and it told me I did not. I would merely be a producer of a resource that could be useful and which Elderia has never seen before. I would gladly pump out a flood of metal children and liquid Dragonite, just to see the new expressions of magic, and I begged the Sixth to be allowed to experiment and test all the new wonders he has and will make. He said he would allow me anything, for I will be his wife, as long as no children were hurt or put in situations that children shouldn't be in. I happily accepted and even offered that I would share all my findings with him.

With my eager acceptance, I felt the magics of the Dragonfall enter my body and began to set to work, to weave an impossibility into reality. I felt the metal warp in ways that mimicked my last follower, turning my new body into a metallic near clone of the girl I had missed for Millennia, though I still kept my seven foot two height. I felt as new impossible nerves connected and started to feel bodily sensations again. I was finally able to wiggle my toes and wag my fingers, and then able to raise an arm. I finally could smell again and felt as the arcane forces I had once been a master of came back to me. I wove one of my favorite spells while the Dragonfall Magics continued their transfiguration. A host of ten sharp noxious purple hands floated around me, leaving clouds of the same color in their wake. I was joyous, for the arcane leapt to my call as fast as it did when I was mere flesh and blood. I smirked at the realization that I had not weaken at all since those glory days, and with a Dragonite body, I was even stronger.

The last of the magics faded and I could move again. The voice of the Sixth faded and a purple portal appeared before me. I smirked, after I feel what a dragon dick fucking a Dragonite body felt like, and popping out several impossible wonders, the First Greater Dragon will be crushed. That bastard have lived far too long already. I strode forth into the portal and heard a whooshing sound, teleporting me to the Sixth.

Who was to thank for letting me move once more.

Nyxili

I walked down the volcano where my mother had made her resting place. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I was scared. For the first time in a twenty-two years, I was all alone. I had never known my father and had never left the presence of my mother. And it's not like people would have visited me either, as Nyx was not seen as a very compassionate goddess, though that was solely due to being a lava goddess and not from her temperament. She was kind and compassionate, and now asleep. I might have been given great treasures, as the lava-forged Dragonite vambraces and daggers were the highest quality gear you can get, yet they weren't enough. All my knowledge came from mother, and she told me all she knew about mortals. Their greetings and magics and the danger they possess. Yet I knew nothing about individual mortals, nor their realms and how they operate. While I was more than willing to learn and travel the world, I would have appreciated some companionship or-

The slopes of the volcano became bathed in orange-red light and I looked up.

A Dragonfall.

The event that mother sensed and was the sign for her to go back to sleep. A falling Greater Dragon who could fulfill any wish that one- any wish, huh?

'Greater Dragon, hear me and my words! I, Nyxili, daughter to Nyx, Slumbering Goddess of Molten Stone, seek my wish to be granted! I desire speak to my mother while she slumbers and I am willing to pay any price for such a boon!'

I felt the Dragon instantly connect our minds. I smirked, for of course the Sixth would- My smirk was joined with a great blush as the Sixth told me of its payment. To be wedded to it, and to love it as it would live me. To be its companion and friend as it would be mine in turn. Also it-it wanted me to birth its children. I was only slightly relieved when it revealed that it wouldn't immediately seed me. The thought of children so quickly after leaving mother had stunned me. My blush grew as it spoke of... seeding my breasts too? It made many claims to that, and tried to convince me that fucking doesn't always mean seeding, which was weird. I asked why it repeated itself so many times, and learned that it was waiting to see if I would act like a traditional haughty Demi-Goddess, as it was fun to fuck such arrogance from a girl. I felt my blush strengthen, and assured him that I didn't mind the price he wanted for my wish. AND THEN THE GREATER DRAGON BEGGED FOR ME TO BE HAUGHTY! I actually felt steam come from my ears, and I promised to act however it wanted if it would stop begging. I felt a wave of shame and embarrassment emanate from the dragon, like they should, the Pervert, and felt the dragon accept my wish.

A link was made to my slumbering mother, yet I withheld from talking to her. It's not like I had much to tell her yet. I saw a purple portal open before me and I strode through, a whooshing noise filling my head.

Any perversion was worth talking to my mother again.

Yanya

I stared within the mirror of my room, at the face of a murderer. I had only wanted to dance, not execute, yet the will of the Dragon Priests and the courts they serve can not be disobeyed. Though their words can be... interpreted in other ways then what they expect. They said that I was too good as a Blade Dancer, that the rest of my life would be me doing what they said I was best at. Very well then, I shall. I will be a Blade Dancer for my whole life of three days at the most. I had heard by the Dragon Court that a Dragonfall was coming, and when it does, I shall make my wish to it. Best case scenario, I won't ever kill senselessly again because I would be dancing before the Greater Dragon for his entertainment alone, with no blades or targets nearby. Worst case scenario, I would never kill senselessly again for in my next show, I would take my own life in the same extravagant way they wanted me to take the lives of others.

I-I didn't WANT to die and would greatly prefer being in service to the Sixth, yet if that wasn't an option, then I had ****. I can't see the life drain from another person's eyes again, not one that is basically innocent, at least. That was where most of sorrow and disgust came from. Father's trying to save their daughters from being sacrifices, Mother's stealing bread just so her kids can eat, Siblings 'rebelling' against Dragon Priests when their brother or sister was getting violated or beaten. The idea that I was an executioner, wasn't an unpleasant one inherently. I have no problem dispatching ACTUAL villains, yet I almost never do. It was a rare occurrence for me to dance the graceful moves of **** against those worthy of such brutality.

I noticed in the reflection of the mirror, that a orange-red light had invaded my room. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

A Dragonfall.

Time to see if I will live long enough to have children.

'Wonderous Sixth, please hear my plea. I desire to no longer senselessly kill. I am prepared to do all that you ask of me, just, please, make me stop hurting people who don't deserve it.'

I had thought to put on a fake show of arrogance or **** a tear out and make a sorrowful face and then let out a sob or two, Yet I did not have the energy. I was either going to be freed by the Sixth because of my words, or I would not.

my emotionless face boke into a smile, for a portal had appeared behind me in the mirror, or so the sound I heard implied. I opened my eyes and saw that my ears hadn't betrayed me. A Dark Purple Portal awaited me. I rose gracefully from my seat, and move towards it. I saw a glint from the side and looked at my six swords. My tools of execution. I bit my lip and wondered if I should take them. After a second I decided that it was better if they were never used by this Dragon Court again, and I picked them up. The two identical machetes that my upper arms used, the two gladiator sabres that my bottom arms used, and then the blades that I would have used to claim my own life. A pair of cutlass knives that was meant for my middle arms, the left was once destined to strike my heart and the right, my throat. Yet such a grim fate is no more thanks to the Dragon. I picked them all up and then I slithered into the portal, a whooshing sound replacing the old silence of my room.

Leaving behind a life of a murderer.

Atzi

I sharpened my spear. The last hunt had been against a monster whose flesh was akin to stone, and I was the one who first found it. It was such a rush when I lit the flare to alert my lords. The beast had done what all other beast has always done. It struck out against me, Its movements were slow yet devastating. A few pokes from my spear and I saw how such light damage disappeared in a second, a good sign of powerful regeneration. From what other hunters have talked about, I had the most interesting creature pointed out. For the beast lasted longer than most and its hits had actually harmed one of the dragons, such factors made the hunt all the better. I might enjoy the thrill of the hunt and being told I was the best, but there was no greater joy than not being the worst. The newbie hunter we took in, a female orc who was taking the spot of the last worst hunter, had flared a nest of Giant Spiders. While that might be something for other people, to the Dragonlords, she insulted them with such a weak target. Spiders were neither smart enough nor strong enough to even dare to contend with a Dragon. Even if just one Dragon fought the whole nest, it would not be entertaining enough. So just like the last worst hunter, some Dragonlord is now bouncing the orc on its dick. She would probably be used for a month and then sent to a Dragon Priest, whether to serve him or get sent elsewhere, just like the last girl.

I might happily serve Dragons, yet that didn't mean I wanted to be split in half and then passed around like a whore, all while knowing that the thing I had lived for, I was the worst at. Just like the worst hunter from three hunts ago. She actually wound up with one of the male hunters, serving him daily. I had talked to her a few times, as she was my mentor once, and became a shoulder for her to cry on. Metaphorically, as her master didn't let her bathe and she always reeked of cum. Of course, you might think that if the worst hunter would get enslave, then surely there is a prize for the best hunter, but no. I get nothing but the assurance that I might not get **** by the Dragons, though I have seen some eyeing me up.

My spear was sharpened just in time, as when it was finally to my satisfaction, a orange-red light flooded my quarters. I moved to the window and looked up.

A Dragonfall.

I smiled. If their was one thing better than a hunt and being the best hunter, it was if I was a hunter that had my wish fulfilled. I guess I could wish for my mentor to not be a ****, yet her own ineptitude caused that. I could wish for the absolute safety from violation, yet I was a subject to Dragons, if they so desired, then there was nothing I could, or should, do to stop them. In fact, from what I have seen, sex from a Dragon was much better than from a humanoid. As long as the sex isn't because I was the worst hunter, I was down to fuck. I was only a virgin because skipping training and not being a hundred percent focus on the next hunt is how you wound up a fuck toy. I didn't know how that one dude could both keep and use a ****, while also staying around the same competence level as before. I digress, there was a wish that was far more important than any other. One that will make me the supreme hunter.

'Mighty Sixth Dragon! Grant me the boon of invisibility and I shall become your hunter! I will become far more lethal than I am now, yet I assure, even now my skills are supreme!'

It was not even a second after my wish that a purple portal appeared within my quarter, blocking the door. I smirked and strode through, a whooshing sound in my ear. Of course the Dragon chose her, how could he not.

Now the real hunts can begin.