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The Golden Alchemist Cleansing Worship, Part 1 For Engy By Draconicon

Twenty-four hours passed since the Snap. In that time, Engy had spread his control of Arrowdell from the main road, his shop, and the church through the rest of the town, and there were...interesting consequences.

Those that fought against the control that the musk in the air tried to take were changed more than those that just gave into it. After the fact, Engy was able to track down those that had hated him the most, those that had fought hardest against him being part of the town. They had been drained, pulled down to a different sort of level. Not stupid, by any means, but more unfocused, more hedonistic, focused more on the pleasure that they could get.

More than that, they were transformed more than the others, too. While those like Joseph were the lucky ones, given a body that was similar to the one that they had left behind, those that fought against the change were pushed much further. It was like the magic in the air had gone and pushed back harder, overcompensating for the resistance that it found. The ones that held out against it were changed, given fat asses, fat balls, fat cocks, all hyper and large compared to the rest of their bodies, as if nothing else mattered but that.

They were pushed to one side of Arrowdell, left to rest in the upper heights rather than down in the commons. Not because they were hated, but because they were not particularly useful. Their minds were too easily distracted by their new parts, and if Engy came around...

Well, it was clear that there was more than one way to worship their new god, let it be left at that.

Other than them, however, the rest of the population of Arrowdell were...relatively normal. Sure, they had all become some form of reptile, some form of scaly anthro, but they had kept their minds. They were more worshipful, of course - there was no reason for them not to be - but it was secondary. They could still focus, and when Engy did come around, they were less throwing themselves at his balls and begging for the chance to worship, and more kneeling where they stood like he was their god-monarch and waiting for a command.

The haze in the air, the raw smell of heavy ball musk, was always there, and there were reasons to believe that it might twist the buildings from what they were into something else. There was a sweat to the world, now, something that made the solid surfaces seem to drip when they were touched. Nobody knew what that was about, but everyone knew that it was going to change things rather than keep them the same.

Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Not even the Golden Alchemist himself.

Engy groaned as he stared at the ceiling. Not from pain or discomfort, but from pleasure. The touch of another tongue had fallen on his balls, the slow drag of a long lick running from the crease between the two orbs right to the base of his cock. Two hands supported the heavy things, holding them up, but even then, he could feel the weight of them pressing down on the palms of his lizard priest. He could feel the way that the reptile could barely hold them, how the fat sack was trying to slide this way and that to sag again.

He smiled slightly to himself at the sensation, knowing that it was only going to get stronger the longer that he laid there. His seed had been building for the last twenty-four hours, something that he had ensured with another potion. Not that he particularly enjoyed edging, but he liked the feeling of growth, the heaviness, the general feeling of manliness that came with a huge sack.

And his had grown particularly huge.

"Mmmph..."

The pleasure of the worshipful licks down there only made it better, a pleasurable distraction from the rest of the world. He flexed his toes, his fingers, and he arched his back just a little bit. Not because he was losing control, but because it felt good to stretch, to allow himself to savor the feeling of being worshiped. His balls sagged against the priest's fingers again, and he felt the weight resting more fully in the other man's grip.

"Let them fall again."

"Yes, my lord..."

The lizard priest hissed softly in pleasure as he let go, and Engy groaned as he felt the sudden drop, the 'thunk' that came as his heavy balls slapped against the top of the altar. No spell this time, so they didn't immediately warp it and dent it like they had the day before, but he could feel the sweat on his balls having an effect on the metal top of the altar. It was slowly bending, warping, changing.

I'm changing...everything is changing...

It wasn't corruption, not the demonic corruption that was rife in the Red Zones outside of the safe areas. It wasn't the sort of thing that would just twist things, leaving nothing behind. After all, he wasn't a demon, nor were any of his potions using demonic catalysts. This was...this was something else.

"Worship."

The lizard priest got right back to work, dragging his tongue along the dragon's balls again, and Engy lowered his head back down. One lick, then another, each one slow and long and teasing, dragging against the massive, virile sack that made him feel so very, very powerful.

I am a dragon...I am...I am safe...I am strong...I am...I deserve this...

It was a shaky thought in the back of his mind, something that came out of so much history of abuse and mistrust and anger and fear. He deserved to take what he wanted, deserved to do what he wished. He had done so much for Arrowdell, been part of the team that lifted it from the Orange Zone to the Green. They had been the one to unblock the worst of the problems here, and give it back to the people.

They had wanted him here, then. Now that...

No. No, he wasn't going to think of that. He was going to think of the pleasure of being worshiped. There was no reason to think of anything else.

"Come..."

The yellow dragon flexed his fingers, one hand metal, one hand scaled.

"Come here..."

Two priests rose from the circle around the altar. One was a snake-man, the other was an iguana, fat-cheeked as if he had taken a number of loads down his throat between the last time that Engy had seen him and now. He held out his hands for the pair of them, and they thrust their hips forward, presenting their sacks.

They were larger, now, larger than any human balls had ever been. Each testicle measured at least four inches up and down, and almost two inches across. Together, they were massive sacks, looking heavy and weighted, and they all were damp and shiny, looking like they shimmered with magic and power.

Perhaps they did. Perhaps there was something changing already, between them and their god, their worthless human god.

No, not worthless. Just...horrible.

Engy lifted his hands, weighing the sacks against his fingers. They were damp, they were musky, and they were definitely quite a bit heavier than they had been the day before. The various reptiles were swelling larger and larger, and the two reptiles were groaning as he hefted them for them. Teasing them, making them groan, making their cocks start to harden.

The dragon smiled slightly to himself, then let go, holding his hands up. The sweat had stuck to his palms, not enough to completely dampen his hands, but enough to leave some small marks behind that would take a while to fade. And while they weren't enough to get rid of his own musk, he could certainly smell it on him, a vain attempt by the others to -

No, no, that wasn't it. Calm down. Back up a bit. Just...calm down.

He took a deep breath, shaking his head as he forced the lizard back from his balls. Time to sit up. Time to think. He had to...had to think.

"Back."

The licking stopped, and his balls fell again. The thick, heavy orbs bounced a bit as they hit the altar, then sagged against it, their weight making them spread out against the surface of the worship table. Groaning under his breath, he swung his legs over the side, sliding onto his feet.

"Wellspring. I'm going to the wellspring."

"Yes, lord."

The priests bowed. None of them wore robes anymore, even though the scent had gotten to them, even though the musk in the air had corrupted the silver over to something more suitable to the Golden Alchemist. They had the yellow robes somewhere, but they were no longer in use. He didn't want them to hide the bodies of his priests, didn't want the priests to be anything less than naked, less than exposed for what they were.

Beautiful, in their own way. Beautiful, and sexy, and wonderful, and far better now that they were under his control rather than in the grip of their god. He could give them something right to do, make sure that they weren't harming anyone anymore, make sure that things were fair. That they were right.

He left the church, his feet finding the path and following it. The heat that rose up almost tickled the spaces between his toes, the heat waves making their way up to his balls like they were worshipful tendrils in their own right. They tickled, rubbed, stroked along his testicles, the heat waves making them damp and wet and sweaty again. He groaned under his breath, feeling them roll, feeling them sag further down, feeling even heavier as they were teased and worshiped by the heat below.

The town of Arrowdell had changed. The people had gone scaly, and not one of them was less than shiny as he walked by. Sure, some were less than others, sitting in their houses, but they were all damp, and they were all filling the air with the heady musk of male.

All males. Everyone was male, now, he had found out, all traces of the feminine driven from the town. It was like something had happened, like there was something in the smell that pulled out the inner bits of masculinity from everyone around. Nobody was 'weak', and nobody was 'oppressed' in the way that some might have worried about. There was nothing to oppress, nobody weak enough to be held down.

There was only him, and his will to call the shots, and that was enough for everyone else. They were willing to give in to him, to allow him to take control, to let him make sure that everything was alright.

That was good.

That was right.

Engy was panting softly, not quite in a panic, but getting there. He paused, leaning against a building, forcing himself to breathe. He sucked in his own scent, his own mind-numbing scent, and the panic went down a little bit. The musk was good for that. Musk was very good for keeping one focused on other things, a great distraction.

He stood up again, forcing himself to keep breathing, and then resumed his walk down to the river.

The river was what gave Arrowdell access to the other parts of the world. Not that the great road that passed through brought nothing, but the river brought trade with the bigger cities to the south and to the east. It was the passage that linked the city with the elves of the forest to the west, and allowed them to trade some of the iron from the mountains for the better timber that they had down there. It was where so many of his best ingredients came from.

And it was the site of the wellspring.

Gotta...gotta see it again...gotta make sure...I am good. I did good. I am good. Need to see it.

The wellsprings were what kept the Green Zone safe. Mostly inhabited by humans - with most of the anthros in the Orange Zone, and the dangerous magical creatures in the Red Zone - the wellsprings were massive pools of magic that could be drawn on by almost anyone. Just being in the area allowed one to boost oneself with power. Even an average peasant could fight well enough to match an experienced fighter, if one was near enough to a wellspring and they were the one drawing from it and their foe wasn't.

Wellsprings were everywhere, but they could be corrupted, or need to be cleansed. That was what Engy and his party had done. That was what allowed Arrowdell to exist right at the edge of the Green Zone. Hell, the Green Zone hadn't existed this far out before their efforts.

Engy reached the riverbanks, sitting down by it, letting his balls dunk into the river. It wasn't cool, but warm, the water given a bit of heat being so close to the wellspring. He took a deep breath, letting the sensation of the water lapping at his sack calm him down a little bit more, and then he extended his senses towards the wellspring.

He was no mage. He was an alchemist. He knew how potions worked, how ingredients fit together, how to summon magic from the mundane by the different reactions that different ingredients had with one another. Engy understood that. He didn't understand the sorceries that some did, or the magical equations of the wizards. What he did know, however...was how to tell how healthy something was.

The wellspring was...well, it was fading. Not horribly so, not to the point where the magic in the area was going to die, but enough to make it clear that Arrowdell needed to start thinking about its defenses a little more seriously. They weren't completely invincible against the external incursions anymore, and that was something that they needed to think about. They needed to be ready for a fight if something pushed in from the Orange Zone, or through from the Red Zone.

And that...why? Why would they not...

Engy pressed his hands to his head, trying to think while trying not to feel the urge to murder people. The fact was, he had fixed this. He had fixed this but good the first time that they had passed through here, and now it was not working. Now, it was doing the stupid stuff. Now, it was oozing with power rather than flowing with it. What had happened? What the fuck had happened?

He knew that the church had to be involved somehow. There had to be something there, something about the way that they had been teaching, or something about how they were worshiping, or something about the power of their god that had fucked with everything. He needed...

God, he needed to do something, but what? What? What the hell was a broken alchemist with a missing arm and -

Fuck!

He slammed his fists into the ground, almost breaking a rock with his scaly hand and shattering several with his metal one. The shards went flying, and one bruised his ankle. The pain brought him back, and he took a few deep breaths.

Fuck...fuck...no. No. No more thinking. Go back. Have a distraction. Enjoy yourself. That will...that will make it better for a while.

It wasn't perfect, but it was all he had.

Back at the church, Engy stood on the altar once more. The various men that had been serving the human god smiled up at him, their eyes filled with adoration as they stared at his balls. They cupped their own with one hand, and held their other out as if they were cupping his, giving worship and praise.

"Blessed be the holy balls."

"May his manliness bless us forever."

"May ours grow to match his."

"May the musk of the orbs guide us."

"May all be marked with the blessing of manhood."

Those were the prayers that filled the air, and they were enough to please him. The feelings of pain, of fear, of anger, were slowly fading away, replaced with a sense of ease and pleasure. He smiled at them, slowly swaying his hips from side to side, allowing the musk that came from his sack to fill the room, to stir with the air. The priests moaned, their heads tilted back, their eyes glowing vaguely golden as they smelled him, served him, moaned for him.

They were beautiful, now. They had the bodies of ideals, their hips wide, their butts big, their balls bigger. Not so big as to be completely paralyzing, unlike the mayor, but big enough to be something that could stand out, be shown off, be nice and huge and...satisfying. Engy looked over them, smiling to himself, feeling more like a dragon overlord again.

"Step forward..."

He gestured at the snake-man first, and the long-tailed, thin-bodied serpent moved to stand with him. Scales of yellow and creamy white along the underbelly were completely exposed, and the serpent bowed before him, smiling.

"What is your will, oh lord?"

"Stand, and spread your legs."

The snake did as he was told, his arms held behind his back as he thrust his hips forward, his balls swinging along. Before they could swing back, Engy grabbed them, holding them tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to feel their heft, their size, their weight. The feel of them in his hand was just what he wanted, and he let out a long, slow sigh of contentment.

"This is what a man has..."

He rubbed his thumb along one testicle, feeling the way that it swelled and churned beneath his touch. They had grown so much merely through the smell of him, the blessing of his musk and sack. They had become heavy, and lovely, and beautiful to see. Just as his own orbs had done under the effects of those potions.

The sudden churning in his balls sent a groan of pleasure through him, and he smiled as he felt the wriggling, growing, swelling feeling of them getting even bigger. They'd been almost halfway down to his knees, already, and they grew further, another couple of inches down past where they had been.

Yes, that was good. That was good.

"A man carries his power in his balls," the dragon said again, shaking his head with a soft smile. "His scent that marks everything he owns is there. And he has the power to relieve himself of care and concern through his pleasure. You want to embrace that, don't you, my priest?"

Engy was just letting whatever filled his head come free, not even bothering to think about it. Why should he? This was fun. And fun...fun was a distraction.

"You want to release all that hate, all that fear. All the bad things that you were holding onto. Don't you?"

"Yes, lord, I do. I want to let it all out..."

"Then let's make it a thing worth letting out..."

Engy gave the serpent's balls a soft tug, and the snake-man did just what he wanted, falling to his knees. No sooner had he done so than Engy leaned forward, pushing his own sack against the snake's face. The priest moaned, hugging the dragon's balls to his face, having to use his arms rather than just his hands to smother himself in that hefty sack.

Moaning, the yellow dragon, the Golden Alchemist, pressed down on the top of the priest's head. It forced him down, forced him to breathe in against the thick, musky scales of his crotch. Each breath sent a shiver down the priest's spine, an obvious one that nobody could miss, and Engy brought his tail around to feel -

Yes, yes, there it was. The snake's balls were growing, stretching, becoming taut and tight against their scaly flesh. The snake moaned out loud, arching his back, thrusting against Engy's touch, and it was all the better as he felt that swelling and hunger down there. Oh, this snake needed to cum, now, but not yet.

He petted the priest's head, keeping him against his balls, keeping that nuzzling, that licking, that slow admiration of their weight going. He moaned under his breath, his own cock throbbing softly.

"Yes...yes, that's better...that's what you need...to feel release...to let go...to just let the pleasure...fill you...and flow...through you..." he panted. "Just let it fill you...and let everything else...go..."

The feeling of the serpent-man giving in, of allowing himself to be brought low and his balls filled with his metaphorical cares and worries, was almost an enviable situation for the poor dragon. If he could allow himself to feel that, if he could just shove it all down and get rid of it, he would cry from the relief it would offer him. As it stood...as it stood, he knew that it was impossible.

But at least it was hot.

Other priests watched them, their eyes wild with envy, and the yellow dragon smiled. He nodded at them.

"Don't worry. You'll get your turn. Soon. Soon."

The tongue licking in the crease between his balls was trying to get all that sweat out of the way, but it was never enough. There was always more of that musk, all of that gooey sweat, and it was always enough to fill the serpent's tongue and mouth. Those heavy balls were only getting heavier, too, forcing the snake to kneel with his legs spread wider and wider, his body trembling under the weight of his orbs.

Yes...love your balls...enjoy them...big balls...

He pushed down, grinding the snake into his own sack the way that another man might have forced a whore to deepthroat him. It didn't matter that it was just a smearing, a rubbing, a grinding, a nuzzling. All that mattered was that it felt good.

"Let it all go to your balls...all that hate...all that anger...all that fear...everything that's left behind. Let only pleasure remain. Pleasure that washes it down. Pleasure and release...release..."

He groaned, his own cock dribbling over the snake, his head leaning back as he stared towards the heavens. The roof of the ceiling blocked out the view of the sky, but he knew that the dome was still up there, the dome of fire that made the whole town feel slightly overheated. It was his power.

This was his place.

Here, he, and his balls, were god.

"Release!"

With that command, the serpent-man did as he was told, arching his back. He opened his mouth wider, wider, wider, and Engy was shocked to feel one of his balls pop past the snake's mouth, one testicle getting a tongue-bath from heaven as it was pulled into the serpent's mouth. He moaned under his breath, panting, his own cock dripping, right on the verge of climax -

And then, he felt it.

His eyes went wide as he felt a tremor, a shimmer, something different from the priest before him. The Golden Alchemist looked down, glancing at the lines of cum on the ground between his feet. Most of it was white, but...but there were streaks through it. Black, not red, so it wasn't anything unhealthy...

But as he looked at it, he could feel it. Anger. Dominance. Power. Power that should not be there.

Bad things that had been released.

You could have knocked him over with a feather as he realized that the commands that he'd been giving the priest had been taken as literal truth, as commands that had to be obeyed. His eyes were wider than they had ever been before as he stared at the panting snake-man, as he watched those balls lift off the ground just a little bit before they started churning like mad, filling once more, dropping to the floor again. They flattened out from their own weight, trapped between the reptile's thighs and the ground.

Through it all, the priest looked up at Engy's balls in wonder, in bliss, and in reverence. He kissed them the way a traveler might have kissed a priest's ring, and then bowed his head.

"Thank you, my lord. And thank you, my lord's power," the serpent said, bowing his head twice to the dragon's testicles. "You have brought me...peace..."

This is...did I...

Engy would have thought this impossible just a few seconds ago, but the evidence was right there. It wasn't just the afterglow, either. He could feel a bit of deific power in the spent seed below him, almost like it had been channeled out of the person and into the world, like the priest had been purged of something.

He had to experiment. He had to find out if this was real. Purpose - real purpose, for the first time in too long - seized him.

"You!"

He snapped his fingers at the iguana, then in front of him.

"Come over here, kneel before me and start worshiping. You two." He pointed at a pair of geckos. "You two, get on your knees, masturbate facing away from me. Don't worship, but listen. The rest of you, just...just jerk off. I need to see..."

Already, the iguana had pushed his tongue out, long and sensual, and he was putting it to work. The dragon sighed, groaning in his own pleasure. His cock throbbed, but it was secondary. This was an experiment, now, and he needed to keep it proper. Control, variables, and the actual subject.

The words. What had he said the first time? To feel the need for release, right? To push it all down in the priest's balls and then let it out again later...

Yes...

"Just breathe in...worship...breathe...and feel all that anger...all that fear...all those horrible things go down to your balls..."

The experiment went through the rest of the afternoon, but by the end of it, Engy had gained so much. He left the church with vial after vial after vial of spent seed and lizard cum and pre-cum and...and whatever it was that was dark and horrible that had come out of some of the others. The data that he'd gotten from those experiments was vital.

And it made him smile. Gods, he'd almost forgotten how good a real smile felt.

They listen. They can't help but listen. The musk controls their minds, and their faith, and that faith controls their bodies, he thought as he hustled up the road back to his shop. The more I tell them, the more they believe, and since I tell them to get rid of their hate, they're literally cumming it out...

And if the blackness really was their hate and anger and the negative things that were left over from their time as priests to the other god, then that meant that they were getting rid of some of the pollution to the area.

The wellsprings were sensitive to the bad things around them. Not corruption, not hedonism, as some might expect, but to the goodness of stuff around them. The more that people treated each other well, the better the wellsprings seemed to work. That was how he and the rest of his party had 'fixed' the wellspring in Arrowdell. They stopped the warring, the murdering, the bad stuff, and forced some good things to happen.

By questionable means, admittedly, but it 'fooled' the wellspring into healing itself, being better again. Doing what he was doing now, helping the priests expel the bad things that they'd been holding onto? It might just be enough to put the wellspring back on the path to being healthy again.

Just a bit more. If I can get this figured out, then we can be safe again. No worries about the Red Zone. No worries about...

Well, anything. If he could just figure this out...

I'm good. I'm a good overlord. A good dragon. Not a bad one. Not someone they can hate. I'm better than that. I'm BETTER.

He reached his shop, half-pushing, half-kicking the door as he stepped inside. Dust covered everything, despite only having been gone for a day. He walked to one of his tables, clearing it off trash, and set up a series of small fire bowls, ready to heat up a few vials to distill it down to the solids left behind after evaporation.

Engy was just about to light them when he heard the door creak open again, and he turned to see who it was.

"Joseph," he said, blinking at the Komodo Dragon. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for you."

"Well, no need. Right here." He chuckled. "Good things have happened."

"I can tell. You haven't been smiling like that for a long time."

"Well, I found a way to stop people from being evil."

"You...cured evil?"

"Well, maybe not cured, but purged. See?"

He held up the vials, and the once-human looked at them. The muscular Komodo Dragon arched an eyebrow, his muscles flexing slightly as he walked over, taking one of them.

"What is it?"

"Bad stuff. Anger, hate, all the things that the old god was encouraging rendered in seed."

"...What are you talking about?"

"I told them to put it in their balls, and they did."

"You can control them like that?"

"Yes. So?"

"..."

Engy saw the slight worry in Joseph's eyes, and immediately turned away, his head lowered, shaking his head.

"It's good. It's good. There's nothing wrong with me controlling them."

"Engy -"

"There's nothing wrong! They were bad, I'm making them not bad."

"Remember what you did to that other woman?"

Engy shook his head, even though he remembered all too clearly. The angry pressure, the hot musk, the way that he had changed her into him, made him worse than the things on the mountain. Arguably worse than the first, stupid kobold.

Where is that kobold?

Probably looking for him, considering the way that things went. He'd been locked in the church, and the kobold had been sent home. Maybe look it up later, make sure that it was okay? Maybe.

After the experiment, though.

Joseph grabbed his arm, and Engy whipped around, shaking his head.

"No. I'm making it okay. I'm making them better."

"Just...take it easy, okay?" Joseph said. "You can make mistakes."

"This isn't one."

"Are you sure?"

"It'll fix them."

It'll fix me.

That was what he really meant. That's what he needed to figure out. If he could fix them, solve their problems, then maybe he could fix his own, too. So much hate, so much anger, so much fear, so much anxiety about what could happen if he didn't hold on. If he didn't fix it.

Engy had hid behind so much politeness, done everything nice. It was so hard not to just push and be the monster that they called him, sometimes. That they almost seemed to want him to be.

"Not a monster," he muttered.

"No, you're not. No more than the rest of us are, at least..."

Engy blinked, slowly turning around. Joseph shook his head, sighing.

"Anyone can be a monster. Humans can just pretend we're not because we look normal. It takes more to make people think you're a monster. It's a stupid disguise...but that doesn't mean you get to be a monster back. Don't make them right, Engy. Don't make them right."

"...I won't."

"Thank you."

Joseph patted him on the back. Engy hesitated for a moment as his old friend walked out, and then got back to work. He had to figure this out.

The End