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The Depravity of Dragons

Part 1: Starting the Cycle

For Katsuka and TeryxC

By Draconicon

The Catacombs of Sharan were a well-known dungeon throughout the world. An unsealed dungeon, unlike most of the other, isolated monster dens in the world, it attracted adventurers from the four corners of the globe, all looking for the loot that continued to build up inside. Some of it was the original loot of the Catacombs itself, while most of it was the loot dropped by those adventurers that had tried and failed to reach the center of the underground maze.

And the master of this underground den of danger was none other than...

Well, it rather depended on the day who was in charge.

On first glance, the dragon that leaned over the crystal ball seemed fairly normal. A hint of madness in his eyes, perhaps, but that was standard enough for those that had the dragon's blood. With dark gray scales along his back and sides, with a lighter gray for his chest and belly, the winged mage covered himself with a blue-gray robe that was pulled tight over his chest and stomach.

However, as one looked more closely at this mage, who was only known as Katsu, one would see that his eyes were not quite normal.

One was intent on the crystal ball before him, while the other was blinking madly. Every time it opened again, it was as if it was being forced open, and every time it closed, it flickered, bouncing along the other eyelid as if trying to stay closed.

Eventually, Katsu slapped his hand over his eye.

"Stop interfering, Hatsu."

I can't. You're planning something horrible.

"Obviously. That's what I do."

I have to at least try and stop you.

"You don't have to do anything. Just stay quiet, and let me work!"

He growled deep in his throat, fumbling about for one of the potions that lay on the table beside him. His hands fought him as he uncorked it, and his tongue tried to plug the end of the potion vial before he managed to spill it down his throat.

After that, it was easy to force it down. Hatsu was rising up again, but his other half was too weak from the last dose to be able to fight him properly.

The potion's sleep-inducing effects were already rushing through his body, and Hatsu's pressure on his eye was fading. It slowly opened on its own, and he, Magatsu, groaned as he distanced himself from the sleepy feeling in his body.

It wasn't a perfect means of keeping the other half under control, but it was better than nothing. He hated the sleepy, stupid feeling that came with it, that sense that he wasn't entirely awake or in control of his own body, but it was better than wrestling with his other half to do what he wanted all the time.

Magatsu snorted as he leaned over the crystal ball again, taking a deep breath before exerting his will on it once more.

As soon as I find a body suitable for habitation, I can leave, he thought, grumbling to himself as he watched a few orcs die in one of the arena rooms. This one looks promising, at least...

The Catacombs of Sharan had been empty when he'd found them. Empty enough to make it possible for anyone with sufficient power to take over. Hatsu had thought that they might come here to cleanse the dungeon, to make it safe for those that passed through the mountain roads above.

Magatsu, on the other hand, saw it as a proving ground, a place where he could push anyone that dared to come close through the deadliest puzzles that he could devise. It would break down those that weren't strong enough for his purposes, and those that were...

The dragon glanced out of the corner of his no-longer-twitching eye, smirking at the little amulet that lay on the table. The crystal in the center of the golden loops at the end of the chains was a clear one, for now, but when he was done with his chosen 'champion,' it would be...

Well, it depended on who got through to the end, but he was starting to imagine it would be a sapphire thing.

Magatsu looked down at the crystal ball, tracking the progress of a silver-armored dragon. The paladin was a two-toned, blue-scaled beast, one with a great mane of gold that ran back between the horns on his head and held itself up like spikes along the back of his neck. Even though the dragon's party was falling around him, dead before he could reach them to heal, he kept pushing forward.

"Heh, he's a determined one..."

It only got better when he watched the pieces of armor go flying off with some of the deadlier traps. Spears caught the edges of the silver plates, yanking them off to reveal muscled abs and a hard chest. The blue dragon probably could have been strong enough to make it through the dungeon without his armor, but the fact that he tried, anyway, made for some great eye candy as he was gradually stripped down.

Deeper, deeper into the dungeon he went, and Magatsu grinned as the rest of the party fell behind, either dead or forced to retreat from the dungeon. Yet, the paladin dragon kept pushing forward, kept grinding through traps and minions, his blade turning a deep crimson, then black with blood.

Yes, you'll make for a fine vessel, Magatsu thought.

There was a weak stirring down in the depths of his mind, down where Hatsu was still struggling against him, but he stomped it out. It was his time to shine.

It was his time to rise.

It was his time to have a body of his own.

You should be grateful, Hatsu, the dark half of the mind thought. You'll finally have your body to yourself. No more evil mind to worry about. Of course, who says that you'll ever be allowed to leave this dungeon?

Magatsu cackled, throwing his hand over the crystal ball and cancelling out the scrying spell. There was no more need to track the newcomer. He'd be here shortly, and then it would be time for Magatsu to have his fun.

No one had ever reached him as the final boss of the dungeon before. He wondered what it would be like.

#

He ended up sitting on his throne when the first bang on his door echoed through the room. Magatsu smirked, leaning back on the obsidian chair, one leg over one arm of the throne.

"Come iiiiin."

Bang. Bang. BOOM!

The last thump knocked the wooden door right off its hinges. The slight question as to why the dragon hadn't bothered chopping it off was answered a moment later; the sword was broken, and the dragon himself had been left with a great deal less equipment since the last time that Magatsu had seen him in the crystal ball.

My, my, he's a sexy one, though, the dragon thought, grinning wider than ever. And down to a loincloth. Yes, that's definitely a look worth keeping...

Bloody, too, of course. The traps had been very effective in that regard, but that would be healed up soon enough once the exchange had taken place. Magatsu smirked as he shifted his robes a bit, allowing the cloth to fall open around his crotch.

As the other dragon rolled his eyes, the sorcerer dragon spread his arms wide.

"Welcome, welcome, to the end of the dungeon, little hero. I hope that it was worth the trip."

"This is the end chamber?"

"Indeed."

"And you're the last of the monsters?"

"Well, I wouldn't quite call myself a monster, even if my lesser half is quite reprehensible compared to myself."

"That's all I needed to know."

The dragon charged forward, his broken sword at the ready. A lesser man might have been taken by surprise, but Magatsu had been ready for his monologue to be interrupted.

With a hum, he rose up in the air, floating on his magic as he reached the ceiling and moved around the charging dragon. He darted about this way and that, humming and yawning in boredom as the paladin charged after him, slashing every bit of the air, trying to catch him before he could move again.

He didn't, of course. Magatsu had long-since perfected his magic, and the fact that this muscle-bound brute thought that he could keep up was rather disappointing. He had seen a number of keen tactical decisions while the paladin was fighting through the dungeon, and he'd expected more of this little encounter.

Ah, well. It was a simple enough thing to fix once he was the one in charge of the body. Those muscles married to his brain would make for an unstoppable fighting machine, once he was the one calling the shots.

Magatsu leaped over the next swipe of a blade, tapping his finger to the other dragon's shoulder. Just like that, the weapon dropped, the dragon's arm going numb, falling asleep as the nerves were severed from the body. Not physically, of course; he wouldn't damage his own body like that, but with a little spell that would be easy enough to cancel later.

"You know, there's no real hope for you in fighting. You'd be better off surrendering."

Magatsu's smirk was broken as the paladin whipped around. No warning, no snarl, nothing, just a sudden headbutt.

"Ooof!"

The sorcerer grunted, covering his nose as he stumbled backwards, feeling the blood already flowing from his face. The sudden heat on his hand was a shock, and his eyes went wide.

"Okay...so you're not just a brute. You have some understanding of how to - let me talk!"

The sorcerer dragon was back to dodging as the paladin tossed his broken sword to his off-hand, swinging it about in a more clumsy but no less deadly way. The sudden surge of energy in the attacks was a shock to the smaller dragon, forcing him to move faster, darting about, even invoking a ring of teleportation from time to time to be able to keep up.

He doesn't give up, does he?

There was a vague answer of 'good never does' from the depths where he'd stored his other half, but he ignored it. For the moment, he just needed to wear the other dragon out.

Darting left, right, center, up, down. It was all he did, but the paladin kept pushing him, developing a sweat that made those scales shine. Magatsu couldn't help but be idly fascinated by it, enjoying the view as the big guy showed off his body, his prowess, his musculature.

And the longer they fought, the looser that loincloth seemed to get.

Mmmm, that's it. Fall. Fall and let me see what I'll have as a proper dragon when I take your body.

It was the only factor left to consider for him, the last thing that he needed to know before he took the other dragon's shell for his own. Would he be a well-endowed male, or would everything else just dwarf that little endowment? It would be something that he could correct, given time, but he would prefer to -

He saw an opportunity, and took it. As he darted to the left, his tail flicked in, catching the loincloth and giving it a slight tug. The larger dragon grunted, trying to pull it back, but it was too late.

The sight that greeted Magatsu was as good as he had hoped it would be. Whether from adrenaline or a fetish for fighting, the other dragon's cock was already half-hard, pushing forward over a pair of nice, thick blue balls. The shaft itself had a series of ridges along the underside, and looked like a proper, mighty dragon shaft, unlike the thing that Hatsu was so satisfied with.

That is a cock that can break others, just as I deserve.

The naked, two-toned dragon growled under his breath, finally panting in what seemed like exhaustion. Magatsu shook his head, discarding his robe as he landed on the ground in front of him.

"You know, it was a rather futile effort chasing me all around the room. Did you manage to land a blow, hmm? Did you have to fend off anything from me? Were you able to do anything, you prideful paladin?"

"Mmmph...I kept you...on your toes..."

"No, you merely amused me while I got a warrior to show off for me. If you wanted a fight, you should have said."

The smaller dragon flicked a finger, and suddenly, a series of tentacles leaped from his hand. They slapped the paladin backwards, sending him slamming into the wall with no real effort.

Magatsu looked down at his hand afterwards. The spell he'd intended to cast had been a simple thing of force. Tentacles, while happily perverted, were more of a thing that Hatsu tended to use.

He's coming back. I need to finish this quickly.

The evil side of the dragon's mind stomped over to the grunting, gasping paladin, pulling him up by his mane. The newcomer groaned, looking up at him with eyes that were lidded over, not quite seeing the world the same way as they had been.

"You're going to be my new body, dragon. I hope that you're looking forward to the idea of it committing evil on a grand scale."

"Nnngh...you can't...I won't let you..."

"You won't have a choice."

Magatsu flicked his hand towards the workbench, and the amulet that he'd been waiting to use came flying to his fingertips. He floated it over his palm, then shoved it into the paladin's hand.

"Be taken."

The gold sphere and crystal center suddenly glowed with power, surging with magical energy that flooded up the two-toned dragon's arm. The smaller dragon pulled away, watching with a grin as the gold light streaked up the paladin's limbs, almost searing itself to the other male's palm.

Just as he had expected, the light spread further and further, consuming the blue of the other dragon and leaving him limb where it touched. Every time that he struggled, trying to pull the amulet away, it just numbed another part of his body, taking away that little bit more of what he could do. Soon, both of his arms were dead to him, and he was only able to swing his arms from side to side by rotating his shoulders.

Then they went dead, and he slumped forward as his spine started to go numb, falling to the floor as his hips gave out.

The paladin panted, his eyes going wider and wider.

"You...you can't...do this...I'm Teryx...the Paladin of Purity..."

"Whatever you were, you're mine now, and what I want is something far more than a paladin. I want a body that is worthy of my exploits, something that can take me further than this weak little thing ever could."

He grinned as the light in the dragon's eyes slowly disappeared, pulled into the gold that surrounded him from head to toe. Teryx tried to speak again, the paladin fighting far more valiantly against the mental trap than Magatsu would have credited him for, but there was nothing that could be done to stop this once it had begun. It was time.

The light faded, leaving nothing but a limp body behind. However, unlike most with that look on their face, this body still breathed.

It was mindless, but not lifeless. Perfect for him.

Magatsu smiled, using his tail to nudge the mind prison to the side as he knelt down by the body of the paladin. He laid his hand on the seared palm from the prison, using it as his way in.

Hatsu was rising in his mind, but it was too late for the other half to stop him. He finally had a body of his own, and he wasn't giving it up. Magatsu reached out through the bonds of magic, pulling his power through his body and arm, and then down into the mark that he touched. It burned back at him, a welcoming power, a body that wanted to be inhabited again.

There was a tugging, something pulling at his mind, something that was trying to hold him back. Hatsu. Hatsu wanted them to stay together, kept insisting that they were part of the same being. That together, they were Katsu, that they needed to stay together.

Magatsu ignored him, and shoved him down once more. The bonds holding them together stretched, and as he threw himself into the binding mark between his body and the rune on Teryx's palm, he hoped that they would sever.

He left his body behind, and for a moment, he was adrift. Magatsu felt the chilling sensation of nothingness, the feeling of having no body, no sense of self, nothing that could provide sensation at all. It was worse than numbness, worse than the feeling of being unable to move, of being helpless. It was the feeling of being nothing but thought, of being arguably nonexistent.

And then the feeling faded, replaced by the welcome sense of being in something physical once more.

It was nothing more than a hand, at first, but he had started as nothing more than a sensation in an eyeball, nothing more than a reaction to something in the outside world. He could deal with being something less, for now, and this time, there was nothing to stop him as he started to expand through the body.

It was so much faster this time than it had been in with Katsu/Hatsu. Now, he was on his own.

Now, he was able to be himself.

Magatsu felt a grin that he could not yet express as he took control of Teryx's arm, using it to reach out, to feel, to touch. He felt the ground around him, the soft limpness of his own body as Hatsu likely tried to take control of it again. He'd be slowed by the potion, but not for long. It was a race to see who could get their body back first.

Teryx's body offered no resistance as he kept pushing himself through it, pulling the torso on like one might have done a shirt, sliding his head up through the neck and into the face. The sense of a mind there, of memory that he hadn't had before, was exquisite. Information without personality, knowledge without the bias that always came with it in his own body.

He grinned as he filled it, consumed it as he opened new eyes.

The world was tinted slightly blue in a way that his own eyes had never seen it, but it was a nice enough look, not something that he felt that he needed to change. The hot smell of sweat was stronger, though, and he realized that Teryx had a sharper sense of smell than Katsu did. Not a bad thing, and it could be very enjoyable, particularly during...other activities.

He grinned, pushing his arm down into the scaly limb to his right, feeling the pressure of his own intelligence, his own will flooding through it much like the feeling of blood returning to a sleeping limb. Pins and needles, at first, but then something better, something more fulfilling.

Life.

Life, and no fighting for control.

"Yes..."

A new voice, too, something deeper, something a bit more confident. He grinned. That was particularly suitable to him.

As Magatsu spread his will through the naked paladin, gradually gaining control of his legs and new tail, he could see Hatsu forcing his eyes open. That was all that he had accomplished so far, all that the weaker half of his mind had managed to do.

Weaker half...

"Damn...we're still connected," Magatsu grunted, dragging himself to his feet. His legs shook for a moment before he forced them to calm down, to be still. "And here I thought that splitting bodies would be enough to break that bond for good."

"Mmmph...You can't...we're...we're..."

"Don't talk, you weakling!"

He stomped one foot down on the back of his former body's neck.

"If you think that you can address me now, now, when I'm so obviously superior to you, you have another thing coming."

"Mmmph...nngh..."

"You think that you can fight against me? Let me show you what I can do when I'm not limited by you and our pathetic body."

He kicked the smaller dragon over, flipping him onto his back. One stomp on his tail, keeping him in place, followed by another on his old body's chest. The pressure was more than enough to force a wheeze from the weaker half, and he leaned down, dragging his claw over the genital slit that the smaller dragon had.

"This was never yours. Only mine. And now that I'm going, you better believe that I'm taking the ability to use it with me."

He drew a rune over the other dragon's slit, a rune that burned with a dark light before it sealed and seared into the scales. As Hatsu shivered, gasping for breath, he pulled his claw down further.

So easy, he thought, amazed at the power of this body, at the way that it so quickly turned his own power and knowledge into something so potent. It channels everything so quickly...so...efficiently.

Magatsu fought a mad giggle that threatened to come spilling up his throat, pushing it back down. He knew better than to think that it would be this easy all the time, but at the same time, it was...it was something that he loved. Something that he had never imagined, something that he had craved. This god-like power.

It was his, just like this body, and soon, he would be able to spread it across the world.

He shoved his old body across the floor, and Hatsu gasped for a different reason. He smiled as his former shell fell to all fours, raising its tail, thrusting its hips backward.

"What...what did you...do?"

"I put you in heat, you stupid whore."

He walked up behind the other dragon, grabbing that soft, slippery ass. It was already quaking, shaking, begging for attention. Just like he knew it would be once he was no longer the one in charge.

CRACK!

Hatsu yelped as the bigger hand of the paladin body came down, smacking that ass good and hard.

CRACK!

Another spank, another jiggle, that ass shaking and bouncing from the abuse that it was getting.

"You think that you deserve to do anything but get fucked? You better think again. Hell, maybe I should teach you your place before I leave the dungeon."

"Mmmph...I can't...can't let you..."

"Let me?!"

He growled, flipping his old body over, slamming him against the wall. Hatsu yelped as he used Teryx's body to hold his old arms over his old head, his old body shivering against him.

"You think that you have to 'let' me do anything anymore, you weak little slut? I'm the one in charge from now on. I'm the one that's going to be making all the decisions. And I am the one that does not give you permission to cum."

Slap! He cracked his palm across Hatsu's face, the smaller dragon whimpering, but...

He looked down. Magatsu groaned at the sight of juices sliding free of the slit down there, making it look more like a pussy than a proper cock slit. The fact that his lesser half had fallen this low, that he was enjoying this...

"I almost feel bad about fucking someone like you. You shouldn't enjoy this so much, but you're such a fucking WHORE that you can't help it. You just want to throw your tail up and get fucked, get used, get abused.

"But like I said...I almost feel bad."

He chuckled, reaching down for his own cock. It was already throbbing, already eager to be buried under someone's tail. Considering who was available, he supposed that his old body would have to do.

And besides, it would be fun to physically fuck Hatsu after so many years of having to do it merely mentally.

He used his thighs to keep the other dragon's legs apart as he rammed his cock forward, grunting at the pure pleasure that came from sliding into something so slick and hot. Hatsu whimpered under him, but he knew the sound for what it was.

Unwanted pleasure.

"Heh, you like that, huh? You like getting fucked? Well, you better get used to it, weakling, because you're never doing the fucking again. I've taken that from you. I've turned you into the bitch that you really are."

Hump, hump, hump. Each time he thrust forward, he felt the power in the other dragon's hips, the amazing, raw power of the muscles that the former paladin had had. It was just what he wanted, exactly what he deserved.

Magatsu growled under his breath as he kept thrusting, humping, thrusting, humping, grinding his new, bigger cock into the tailhole of his old body. That ass, that rump was squeezing down hard, so slippery and tight since Hatsu had kept them alone, and the potions had kept him from having much of a sex drive.

No more. The feeling of this virile beast that he now owned, the sense of power that came from that cock, from those full balls, from all the muscles that he now had, was second to none. He felt like he could fuck and cum all day long, like he could rut an endless harem with all the lust that filled him. Magatsu groaned under his breath, pushing Hatsu all the more firmly against the wall as he used that hole, as he fucked it full of his cock.

In and out, in and out, in and out he went, each thrust building up to the next one, each one ending with the raw, wet smack of his balls against that rounded rump. In and out, in and out, and all that Hatsu did -

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

Was moan under the assault. No matter how hard he fucked, no matter how rough he got, Magatsu couldn't get more than gasps of pleasure out of the smaller dragon. He grinned, grabbing his old body by the throat, squeezing around the neck.

"Look at you, Whore. Begging me for more."

"Nnngh...not...not begging..."

"Heh, trying to fool yourself that if I fuck you for long enough, I'll not leave? That I can just be tempted to stay here and fuck you for the rest of eternity?"

There was a sudden clench on his cock, and he laughed.

"Oh, you like that thought. That's your fantasy, is it? To be locked in an endless, rough fuck-fest with someone that can dominate you like this?"

Hatsu said nothing, but the blush on his cheeks, the dripping goo from his slit, and the tight clench of his ass said everything. Magatsu rolled his eyes, throwing the other dragon to the floor, his cock popping free.

"Pathetic."

"Mmmph..."

"You want to feel just how pathetic you are?"

He was already close, so it only took another few strokes to go over the edge. He groaned as he came, three ropes of seed, six, nine falling from his cock over his old face. The sight of Hatsu looking up at him through a cummy muzzle and mask was almost too good.

Almost.

In his old body, his cock would have gone soft immediately after blowing his load. Not this time. He looked down, seeing the ridged cock slowly rising up again, pressing firmly against his hand and begging for a second go.

"Heh...looks like it's your lucky day, Whore," Magatsu said, kneeling down and pulling one of Hatsu's legs. As he dragged the smaller dragon toward him, he gave his cock an encouraging stroke. "It looks like this body can go again...and from the feel of it, two isn't exactly the limit."

"Mmmph...I want...please...You can't...we're two halves..."

"No."

He yanked hard, sitting on one of Hatsu's legs and holding the other one up in the air, his cock resting between the other dragon's ass cheeks.

"You're weak, and I'm strong. That isn't two halves, it's two sides of a coin. And it's time for this fucking coin to split."

He growled, settling in for a deep, hard fuck. That asshole was already lubed, and his cock slid in easily. This time, though, he felt the urge to fuck, to rut, to fill that hole in a way that only a truly powerful dragon could. It almost shocked him, considering that he was supposed to be in the body of a paladin, but he supposed that it was just something that the old Teryx had been fighting against all his life.

Well, if his body wants to rut, who am I to stop it?

Smirking, the villainous side of Katsu settled in for as hard a fuck as he could manage, allowing his new body to guide him with its instincts of what it needed.

Considering how loud Hatsu screamed, he was pretty sure that the instincts were right.

#

Hours later, Magatsu stood up. He had expected to be shaky, exhausted, but despite cumming no fewer than five times in that little ass - an ass that wasn't tight any longer - he still felt good. No longer needing to fuck, admittedly, but certainly better than he should have felt after fucking for so long.

Hatsu, on the other hand, looked just about broken.

The naked dragon was sprawled out, his eyes glazed over, his cheeks as red as a drunk's, and his wings were bedraggled and mussed. His slit was a mess of cock fluids, dripping down along his legs and making him look feminine as hell.

"Heh, and now, we know the difference between you and me," Magatsu muttered. "You can't take it. I can."

The dungeon was already changing, he could feel. His magic was tied into the place, and he could sense the monsters slipping their leashes, the long-chained power that he'd held over them slipping away.

They would come and turn on their master if they found him. They had a great deal of hate built up for what he had done to them.

He chuckled. Thankfully, he was no longer in a body that they recognized.

"I hope you can handle the rage of our minions, Whore. For now, I take my leave. Maybe I'll come back for a second rut, if you're still alive for it. HA!"

And with that, he left, pulling a sword off the wall as he did. After all, if he was going to be Teryx for a while, he'd need a weapon, and maybe some armor in the future.

The End