Blacktooth's Field Test
“There’s some!”
There was a group of dragons keeping themselves tucked low to the ground, hiding in the thick shroud of foliage. Shadow, bushes, trees, and tall grasses kept them further concealed on top of the night that brought darkness. These dragons were more intelligent than average and they were conducting an experiment. It was something they had been developing for some time now. An alpha dragon could control many others at once. The goal of their project was not to control their kind, but to possibly control dragons. Intelligent enough to gather materials: plants, minerals, and even some human-made potions, the dragons snatched what they could and put them together.
They were certain that they had the perfect formula and it had been consumed by one of them, Blacktooth. He was a nightfury that had been the most passionate about the project. Word had reached them of dragons that bonded with humans, allowing themselves to be saddled and ridden like lower level animals. But they were better and it made more sense for them to be in control. The concoction was meant to interact with the dragons’ existing features. Blacktooth could tell it was already working. His natural scent was stronger than usual and more appealing too but it wasn’t meant for him or any of his friends. It was meant for a human.
And they found some. There was a small group out camping. Loosely gathered around a dying fire. Deep in slumber, snoring, and blissfully unaware of the large creatures observing them. “Ready?” one of them asked. Blacktooth nodded. The dragons split up. Working together they started to make some noise. Tapping their claws against rocks, shaking branches, and thumping their tails against the ground. Their aim was to do just enough to rouse a human from their sleep.
It succeeded. One slowly rose up, looking around. The other dragons stopped while Blacktooth kept making small noises that would hopefully lure the human in. They seemed like the curious type. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too cautious. Luckily for them, the human was getting up. He looked back at the others but started to approach the overgrowth. Blacktooth kept his noises light, making it appear that he was a smaller, meeker creature.
Perhaps thinking it was something that he could catch and eat, the human was approaching with some kind of keenness. He didn’t seem to consider that it could be a trap or anything he wasn’t prepared to handle. There weren’t any tools or weapons in his hands either. Blacktooth was intrigued by their boldness and felt satisfied too. He managed to lure in the perfect prey, one that was bold. The nightfury resisted the building urge to pounce and reveal himself. Instead he would let the young man come to him.
‘Just a bit more,’ the dragon thought to himself. He readied himself, ignoring the urge that was panging in time with his heartbeat. Blacktooth was expecting the human to come even closer. The only thing separating them was the thick foliage and darkness that couldn’t be seen through, at least the human couldn’t see like the dragon’s eyes could.
What made the human stop had nothing to do with his eyes, but with his nose. There was a scent that reached his nose, hitting him out of nowhere. It was strong too, making him recoil and groan out of reflex. It was so potent, almost offending but at the same time the man kept sniffing. The light whiffs became deeper and longer. Having his face turned upwards and his nose in the air, the man started to smell as if he was inhaling the perfume directly from a sweet flower. Doing so was making him feel strange. Smelling was the only thing he could focus on; his body acting on its own and his mind unable to keep track of anything else.
Sighing deeply as he exhaled, the human resumed stepping, approaching the dragon without even knowing it. Blacktooth had watched all of this, at first confused as to what the man could be smelling until he remembered the increased strength of his smell. But it was even stronger still. Then he realized that it wasn’t just his own body aroma. They were his pheromones, being released without him even knowing somehow. Taking a sniff of himself also made him recoil. It was much stronger than usual, having a sharp kick that struck something deep in his nostrils.
It wasn’t what he was used to at all, almost as if he was inhaling a different dragon’s intense musk-laced pheromones. It made him sway just a bit but with a quickness he recovered, remembering where he was. The human was still unaware of him standing just ahead. Ignoring the tingling in his nose and the unexpected swelling between his hindlegs. It was already starting, the folds of his scaly vent expanding and the tip of his big, long tapered length starting to slide out. As his slit opened up more, the heavy musk already hanging in the air had become all the stronger.
Blacktooth kept enough sense and focus, acting just when the time was right. He pounced on the human, having an easy time knocking and pinning the smaller creature to the ground.
“Be still. And don’t scream.” The dragon speaking words that the human could understand made him stop immediately. Pure shock from hearing the bigger creature’s voice had made him freeze completely. By the time he attempted to resume squirming, the dragon already had his heavy paws in the right position to keep him down. “We wouldn’t want to wake your friends, would we?”
For some reason the human ended up shaking his head. One of the dragon’s paws was right next to his head. Instead of being fearful, he started sniffing at it, again being struck by the unyielding wake of thick beastly funk. It made him gag a bit but it also made him excited, evident by the growing he felt between his legs.
“Someone’s excited,” Blacktooth chuckled. He too was affected by his own pheromones, now releasing them willingly and freely. The invisible cloud of dragon musk was quick to spread, filling both the human’s and dragon’s noses alike, causing them both to react in similar ways. The human felt something poking at his legs and looked down to see a huge, pink tapered shaft. It was hanging out from the spread sheath, glimmering in the low light from the strong smelling sheath fluids that were coating the smooth inches.
“Like what you see?” the winged creature further inquired. To his surprise and amusement, the human nodded. The dragon was taking a risk by lifting up his paws, giving his “prey” the chance to flee if he wanted. But the human stayed right where he was, watching the dragon take a few steps back before he simply rolled onto his side with a heavy thump and rising of dust. The dragon had his hindlegs spread, showing off the entirety of his loins, the spread vent and the fully extended cock that was throbbing against his scaly belly.
“Well?” the dragon beckoned with a bit of harshness in his voice. “Are you just going to stare?” That caused the other male to rise. Unsteady on his feet, the human all but stumbled his way, practically falling in front of the bigger creature. His head was still spinning but he could think clearly enough. Every part of him was trained on the dragon’s groin. Not just the cock that was pulsing, but also the slit itself. The way that it was spread and slick, both inside and out. Coating the scales was a mix of musky sheath fluids and sweat both fresh and older.
The human was openly shuddering from the smell’s piercing effect. Dragons mostly cleaned themselves were their tongues and weren’t as thorough with their big tongues. The smell was undoubtedly stronger inside of the sheath itself. It was all around them both; like a dense fog. Blacktooth was taking it in as well, not needing to focus on keeping himself upright. He wasn’t expecting their experiment to affect his pheromones so drastically. From what he could tell, they seemed to have mixed with his own natural musk, creating something greater than either lone component.
“Go ahead,” the night fury said, this time with encouragement instead of annoyance. The human seemed to have snapped out of a trance, getting even closer and reaching out his hand. His fingers brushed against the slit first, tracing over the smooth lick lips that almost reminded him of a female’s sex. Of course he couldn’t ignore the big pink flesh that was throbbing and leaking. He grabbed it as best he could, feeling the warmth that was radiating from the flesh. The mix of sweat and sheath fluids stuck to his fingers immediately. That’s when he felt the length pulse directly against his touch, just as the night fury groaned softly. It was so easy for him to slide his hand back and forth. The smoothness and shape of the human’s hand didn’t feel as he expected. It was running down to his tip and all the way down to the base where it was thickest. Having the smell strong in his nose and the pulsations against his fingers, the human was clearly so aroused.
One hand became two, working together to both explore and stimulate the dragon’s shaft. Going all the way up to the tip, collecting the precum that was leaking out, he smeared the fluid back over the inches when his hand came back towards the base again. Spreading the precum’s slickness also meant spreading the scent that clung to the substance. Stroking with a bit more omph, squeezing and spending a bit more time to give extra attention to either the tip, base, or any other inch in between. The dragon’s precum was particularly thick, sticking to the human’s skin like some kind of goo.
Very quickly, the human’s hands were becoming heavily coated in the substance. Its warmth and intoxicating musk were sinking in, further stoking the lustful fires within the man. The grip on the nightfury’s cock became more purposeful; his hands wrapped around, making a sleeve shape that started to glide back and forth. He was really stroking the cock now, desiring more pulses and precum, listening to the wet sounds that were becoming more prominent from the steady addition of more pre-seminal fluid.
The black scaled dragon was openly moaning from how well the human was doing. Embracing what was given to him, hissing with joy from the squeezes and direct stimulation to certain spots. The human’s hands were so nimble and dexterous, making use of its fingers in a way that hadn’t been experienced before. Grunting, the beast humped in time with the next stroke. The human reacted to this and kept time with Blacktooth’s small thrusts, moving his hands faster until the dragon’s entire body seized.
Shooting from the tip was a broad rope of cum, much thicker than the already viscous precum. Released with force, landing onto and marking the grass. The human observed this and moved up towards the tip again, moving it towards himself out of some urge he couldn’t explain. Having the cocktip held towards him meant that the next blasts of cum were marking the human’s body, sticking to and seeping into his clothes.
Just a bit earlier this same day, the human would have found the very thought of stroking and being struck by a dragons’ ejaculate to be taboo and even a bit disgusting. And yet he was embracing every splash of seed that came his way. There seemed to be an endless amount of it, flying out to further coat his clothes and skin, coming out as if it were being fired from a cannon. The seed remained hot, contrasting the night’s coolness. Coming from the dragon’s core, the substance was almost steaming. Rising from it was a heavy musk that constantly filled his nose. After a small while longer, the dragon relaxed and his shaft had softened enough to flop down and slowly slink back towards the vent it had first slid out of.
Curiously, the human’s hands kept exploring, tracing over the vent, gently prying it open with a few fingers. He was a bit nervous doing so, hearing the nightfury’s low groaning. The dragon allowed him to continue, still lying on his side with his hindlegs spread apart. Having the slit spread, the human looked in and saw the dark pink walls. The fleshy surfaces were slathered in their own naturally produced fluids, even more so from the precum and semen that had been all over the dragon’s cock. Having his face hovering over the slit, he could feel the heat radiating from the opening. Musk rose from it as well, flooding the human’s nose and lungs all over again.
Heat and lust raced through the whole of his body. Joining with his curiosity, the human’s fingers were sinking into the vent without him noticing, not until the heat and squishiness made itself apparent. But instead of pulling them back, the young man proceeded to press and feel with purpose, moving them along the smooth and slick walls.
“You know it’s polite to ask permission first,” Blacktooth spoke with an amused tone of voice. The human then looked uncertain. “No point in stopping now.”
Having permission triggered something within the human. He started to truly explore the slit’s interior, even tracing circles. These unexpected touches made the dragon twitch and grunt further. Building confidence, the human had started to finger the slit, pumping the entire length of his digits in, using three of them.
“I can handle a lot more than that,” the nightfury said, his voice carrying a playful yet challenging edge.
Nodding in response, the human said and he pushed his hand in further, sinking down to his wrist. Doing so made the bigger creature gasp. “Not bad, but I wasn’t referring to your hand or arm. If you’re brave enough I’ll allow you to take me like a female. I can smell your arousal.”
Hearing that made the man finally notice the tented state of his pants and how much the covered erection ached with every pulse. The front of his pants were soaked from the amount of precum that had been leaking from him, much more than usual. He didn’t dwell on that, focusing on the need that was flaring hot, guiding him in a way that he could not explain.
The dragon further rolled onto the back, having enough control of himself to not gain an erection. He watched the human undress, taking off his cum-soaked clothes one by one until he was completely naked. There had been a lot said about dragons: that they were dangerous, unpredictable, and couldn’t be trusted. But the man didn’t have any of that “advice” in mind while stepping all the closer and getting on top of the much bigger creature.
The next thing he knew, his fully exposed cock and balls were touching the dragon’s smooth, warm scales. His hands were on the large stomach. Taking a deep breath, he maneuvered his lower half and guided the tip of his cock, getting it to touch and then further spread the winged creature’s vent.
He pushed down, inch by inch his cock was being surrounded by the same warmth and slickness that he felt on his fingers. But the sensation was very different, much greater and the pleasure was direct. He moaned from this, pushing down again and sliding his cock with much greater ease than he was anticipating. The wet noises of him sinking further could be heard and its clinging heat was felt all over his inches.
“Not bad...” the dragon passively praised. Blacktooth wasn’t above receiving from others. The human’s length wasn’t anywhere near the size of the other beasts like him. But that wasn’t bad. In fact it was less of a strain on his “second hole.” He accepted the human’s cock without issue, given immediate pleasure from the shaft that was sliding along the sensitive interior of his length, reaching just far enough to touch and grind against his hilted dragonhood.
The two shared sounds of sexual joy when the human started, rocking his hips. Waves were sent through the pair, traded back and forth from the human’s shaft rubbing along the interior and slipping against the twitching shaft. A greater amount of tightness than expected surrounded him and kept at it, like a mouth that was constantly sucking. Trying to keep himself on top of the bigger male, who was starting to squirm a bit, was a trickier endeavor than anticipated. They were uneven at first but now he was getting into a rhythm that pleased them both.
Things became much better in such a short amount of time. The pleasure was rising from the slit’s clenches, the warmth that wasn’t dying down, if anything it was increasing along with the dragon’s excitement. And the human felt a certain unexpected thrill from the other male’s cock making repeated contact with his own. Fueled by his own rising arousal and the musk that was constantly bombarding his senses.
The dragon started to buck his hips a bit, doing it in time with the human’s motions. Meeting the man’s thrusts led to his shaft reaching deeper and the pleasant pleasure from their cocks sliding together had nearly doubled. The cock remained inside of the slit but it was throbbing and shooting precum that was splattering out from the vent. With it was more of that intoxicating musk. Becoming stronger was the smell of human sweat.
With more precum being produced, the penetration was all the easier for the man. They were both feeling it: both throbbing harder, releasing more of their precum, and rocking their hips in time with each other. Blacktooth was impressed with the smaller creature’s performance. Suddenly the man was raising his voice, managing another thrust before he started cumming inside of the vent, shooting his hot and thick loads into the passage and all over the hilted cock.
“Very good...” the dragon said. He watched as the man sighed and started to slide off, his cock being pulled from the vent. More fluids, a mix of cum and musky sheath juice were bubbling up from the opening.
Getting a good look at the human again, Blacktooth at first thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But he could see perfectly well during the dark and it wasn’t a trick. The human wasn’t aware of it yet, leaning against the dragon while smooth black scales were spreading all over his body. They were moving rapidly, replacing the human’s skin.
“Is this supposed to happen?” Blacktooth asked, not speaking to the human but to the other dragons that were watching. His contributions had been material gathering and offering to test out the concoction. Hisses and whispers came back, all carrying uncertainty and confusion.
The human could feel that something was different. Tingles were still felt all over. He looked down at himself and finally saw the scales that were crawling along his body, replacing his skin with the same color and texture as the night fury’s. The man didn’t understand any of this, watching with wide eyes, unable to move or even speak. But Blacktooth was starting to figure it out. Still lacking a definitive answer, the dragon could assume that the pheromone-enhancer had unexpected side-effects that affected the human only. While the man looked completely shocked and dumbfounded, it became obvious to Blacktooth and the other dragons…he was turning into one of them.
The dragons watched with curiosity. As for the man himself, he was feeling a strange but not unwelcome kind of pleasure. As his skin changed and then the shape of his bones, the man was experiencing only waves, jolts, and more tingles that all felt good. He fell and was caught by the dragon, his feet suddenly changing shape. Gone was the tender skin that needed shoes for protection. They became bigger, the surface rough, and its shape was broad with a wide flat bottom.
From there the changing continued, going up his body. By then the scales were all over him. His legs gained bulk and power, then his middle section; bulking and widening, he gained the muscle mass and heft needed to support his own new form. Blacktooth watched this all from up close and the other dragons were so curious that they stepped out of their hiding places. The transforming human was too focused on his changes to dwell on the increased amount of eyes on him.
When his body was done, the human felt the changing of his head. It gave him a rush that knocked him down again. Blacktooth was right there to catch him, watching with interest as the human’s scaled head began to change shape. Expanding, widening, elongating too. Growing from the back of his head were 4 four appendages that he could move independently. But the man’s focus was on the strange feeling in his mouth, the tingling of his teeth growing and sharpening, and then retracting. For a moment he couldn’t see, and then his vision returned. The world was much clearer, even in the heavy darkness of the night-shrouded woodland.
The last sensation was in the human’s quickly elongating and expanding tailbone, growing into a thick and long tail that were ended with two tail fins. He could move it back and forth! Just like that, all of the tingling was over and done with. He was a bit unsteady but the changed man was able to stand up on his new feet, taking his first steps as some kind of man-dragon. He explored this body, running his bigger hands all over himself. As he took a few steps, the man found a puddle that he could look into and gasped. The reflection was indeed something between a man and a dragon. He was taller and had more muscle mass than the average human but he only stood on two legs still and lacked a pair of wings.
The other dragons gathered around all muttering at once. All were shocked to some extent. There was curiosity, intrigue, and even some disgust.
“This isn’t what we planned! It was supposed to control the human, not turn him into some kind of man-dragon-thing!” one of them complained.
The changed human looked at himself and started to feel awkward but it was Blacktooth who rolled over and stepped up beside the newly formed creature. They looked very similar, having many shared features. But the feral dragon was still much, much bigger, walked on all fours, and had a pair of wings unlike the smaller two-legged one.
“I think I’ll keep him,” Blacktooth spoke with some audible affection while looking at the half-dragon. He couldn’t explain it but he had already felt something when “interacting” with the human earlier. Seeing him in this new body strengthened that feeling.
“You can’t be serious!”
“Look at him!”
“He can’t even fly, he’ll just hold us back!”
Blacktooth snarled and unfurled his wings, calling for silence among them.
“I think the choice should be up to you. But know this, we have no means of changing you back. I doubt many humans will accept you and to be honest neither will any dragon if you’re all your own. Since I did this to you, it’s only right I take responsibility. But if you come with him I promise to take very good care of you as my pet. After all, you’re a part of my kind now.” Blacktooth’s offer was completely unexpected and yet the human only thought about it for a few moments. He too felt a connection to the dragon even before changing. His agreement was met with a genuine look of joy and excitement from the creature.
“Perfect. But you’ll need a proper name first and foremost…” Blacktooth pondered aloud.
“How about No-Wings?” one of the other dragons suggested. It was meant to be mocking but the human surprised them all by saying that he liked it.
“Well then, No-Wings it is,” Blacktooth said. Seeing the looks of bewilderment from the others made him snicker. He was going to like his new little half-dragon.
“And after the name comes the best part. The submitting,” Blacktooth said as he put his full attention back on his pet. “As your owner I have to establish my dragon. But don’t worry, it’s much more fun than it sounds.”
The next thing No-Wings knew, he was on his back, pushed down onto the grass. A big foot was planted on his chest to keep him down. He could feel the puffs of Blacktooth’s hot breath on his scales, moving downwards until he was between his legs. The bigger dragon opened his mouth and ran his fat tongue over the vent. No-Wings had only just realized that he no longer had his external cock and balls. It was all tucked into a neat slit, just like Blacktooth’s was.
The licks were given to the outside a few more times before the lips of No-Wing’s slit were being pushed apart for the first time, overpowered by the tongue’s strength. As soon as he was in, Blacktooth plunged the thick, long, and slimy muscle further down, making a sound of satisfaction when he heard his pet’s first moans, vocalizing in a deeper voice.
No-Wing felt his slit being penetrated for the first time. Already, Blacktooth was twirling his tongue all over, slathering thick saliva and warmth all over his interior. Of course it was a pleasurable but strange feeling for the new changed dragon. His “second hole” was being penetrated, bringing waves of pleasure that hadn’t ever been felt before. The tongue was rubbing against his length and yet he was trying not to gain an erection. It was just an instinctual feeling that he didn’t question.
When the tongue was fully inside, grinding against the tapered length that was smaller than his own, Blacktooth paused. His nostrils flared as he took in the musk that came from the opened slit. It was stronger than he expected, lesser than his own enhanced pheromones but it still caught and maintained his olfactory attention. The scent of nightfury mixed with something foreign…exotic. His tongue was still moving but most of the dragon’s focus was on breathing in the scent. It was done deeply and noisily. While intaking the aroma, his eyes were drawing up, a clear showing of his enjoyment. The sight further disgusted the other dragons but some were becoming curious and even aroused.
Blacktooth got his fill and put full focus on maneuvering his tongue. He really started to show his dominance by licking smoothly yet forcefully, pressing against the walls of the passage, purposely pressing on the shaft that was twitching in response. No-Wings gasped from how pleasurable it was. So soon his cock was throbbing within the slit, leaking precum from its tip. His owner lapped all over, seeking its taste which was enjoyed thanks to its familiarity with an exotic twist.
He pulled his tongue free as the smaller dragon’s cocktip was poking from the slit. Blacktooth simply pushed it back in, listening to his pet’s shuddery breath. A needy pant from the smaller creature, the licks continued with greater passion. The nightfury with doing his best to collect more of the former human’s musk and precum. No-Wing was panting even harder, still trying to not get fully hard. His length was expanding and sliding upwards but the stronger dragon’s tongue kept it down, preventing it from leaving the opening. More direct licks came and just when No-Wings felt that he was going to become fully erect, the tongue was pulled out and away.
No-Wings lifted his head and the first thing he saw was his new master’s cock. It was fully out and engorged again; long, thick, and throbbing. Blacktooth chuckled as he stepped up, all but walking over the lying anthro, hovering his shaft over No-Wing’s face. The smaller dragon moaned and squirmed from the musk that seemed even more intense than before. His higher sense of smell was bombarded by the increased pheromones, the effects much stronger than before. He was all but paralyzed by it, completely at the bigger creature’s mercy.
An amused sound came from Blacktooth as he slunk back again, retreating until his dragging cocktip was right over the anthro’s vent. Leaking precum onto the already wet opening. A simple push was all it took for No-Wing’s to be stretched even wider than it had been before. There was some strain from the thickness that was spreading his vent lips and the rest of his tight passage. Blacktooth wedged his cock in, pumping his hips with force, overpowering the tightness and clenches, groaning from more and more of his inches disappearing inside.
“Ooh…you’re even tighter than I thought,” Blacktooth said aloud. With so much of his cock inside, the smaller male’s shaft was becoming pinned between the vent’s interior walls and the bigger nightfury’s own length.
“We can fix that easily,” Blacktooth stated. He thrust the rest of his length in, stuffing the vent fully. No-Wings raised his voice from this and Blacktooth groaned from the increased pleasure. Their cocks were throbbing and leaking together, making the hole even tighter and slicker.
Without warning, the feral nightfury began thrusting with strength and speed, repeatedly pumping his cock into the passage. No-Wings was completely thrown off by this, crying out for all the other dragon’s to hear. His body was being rocked by the bigger creature’s motions and a bulge could be seen rising from beneath his scales whenever Blacktooth’s cock was fully in. Blacktooth kept him pinned down, huffing and growling while rutting his slit; loving the tightness, wetness, and the rising musk that came from them both.
The wet sounds of the penetration were becoming easier to hear. Blacktooth was holding nothing back, showing off for the other dragons. They were visibly excited by now, all sporting erections. But Blacktooth had claimed No-Wings as his own and intended to make sure everyone else knew that. He kept thrusting but moved his hips in a way that would keep their cocks grinding roughly together, giving them the most pleasure possible. He could feel the anthro’s precum spurting all over his shaft, giving him even more excitement in return.
“You’re handling this even better than I expected…” Blacktooth grunted, giving his pet praise. He was still going full force, jamming all of his inches into the vent that welcomed his length in return. “Oh, I’m almost there..!”
To No-Wings’ surprise, the bigger nightfury pulled his cock free. The anthro’s shaft popped out, finally able to throb and leak outside of the vent. It was much bigger than what the male had when he was a human. Blacktooth pressed his body down over the smaller male’s, humping their cocks together with the same amount of fervor.
No-Wings was quickly pushed over the edge, crying out as he felt his shaft swelling. Shooting from the tip with more force than expected were ropes of his thick, sticky seed. Pinned underneath the other male, No-Wings continued to release his seed, feeling the mess becoming all the more prominent, coating his stomach and crotch, Blacktooth’s as well.
Coming right after was the feral dragon’s dominating roar. He bucked his hips again, just what he needed to get off. Thick gushes of musky cum were spraying onto their bodies, marking them both in the enhanced scent. He kept thrusting while shooting his loads, grunting and growling from the exhilarating feeling, not stopping until the last rope of his spunk was coating their glistening scales.
Blacktooth helped him up to his feet. “I know a place where we can get cleaned up.” He was already aiming to take care of his pet, wanting to get him cleaned up and looking presentable before he showed No-Wings to the others.
“Hey! What about us?!” one of the other dragon’s called. It seemed they had finally taken interest in the newly changed creature.
“Sorry guys, this one is all mine. But there’s plenty of the pheromone-enhancer left and a group of humans still sleeping,” Blacktooth continued to guide his pet, leaving his friends to their own devices, smirking as he heard the scrambling of feet and hissed whispers of who to lure next…