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A Dragon Envenomed

Part 4

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

Teryx and V rolled and growled and bit and snarled, not at each other, but at the rage and fear and strong emotions that coursed through their shared body. The peeling ooze around his scales was a relief, in a way, but Teryx didn't dare stop pulling. Even the slightest hesitation seemed to fill the hole in a little bit more, and he knew that V would keep them together if the alien possibly could. He had to get it off. He had to get it off now!

He roared at the top of his lungs, only half of his mouth opening while the other was covered with the goo of V's body. Another pull, another long peel of goo coming off his scales. The more that he exposed his two-toned blue scales, the better he felt; the real him was still there, underneath, not someone that was completely taken over. Not someone that was helpless to an idiot alien that had fucked a hero - raped a hero! - in the middle of the night.

Off.

Off.

Off!

With one final yank, he managed to get the rest of the goo off his face, gasping for breath. He hit the ground, dragging it down his other arm like a sleeve, feeling almost like he was trying to drag his arm out of someone's asshole rather than out of a piece of cloth. The more that he peeled off, the slimier he felt, white strings and clear slime running down his scales as he managed to push V down to his waist.

Finally, the goo alien stopped fighting him. The little guy slid down on his own, and Teryx shivered as his own dick was finally freed, no longer held behind the slime layers, the black ooze, the...the constant edging.

Even the soft 'pop' of the plug coming loose and the emptiness that followed was tolerable compared to everything else that had happened. The shivers that ran up and down the dragon's spine were painful, torturous in their own way, but at least he was no longer inside of that suit. At least he was finally himself again.

V pulled back, sliding away, slowly huddling in a growing pile on the other side of the trough they had carved out of the ground. As Teryx rolled onto his side, then onto his back, the ooze took the shape of his body once more. It was just like him, just black instead of blue, with shimmers of a deeper blue running in phases through the alien. It was like looking into the lake of black in his dream way back when, back when he had first been touched by -

No.

No.

He pushed himself upright, getting a knee under him and wobbling. He had to get out of here. If he stuck around -

"Ahhhhhh..."

It was nothing more than a squeaky breath, but it was still a sound that shouldn't have come from V's mouth. The dragon paused, staring at the gooey copy of himself, his mouth hanging open as V reached out his arms. The alien looked exactly like him, but he had never seen himself that sad, that pathetic, that panicked and lonely.

It struck his heart with sympathy, but he forced himself to look away. No, no, no, he couldn't get sucked back into this. He had to get out of here while he still could, while he had the strength. Even quarantine would be better than this. He had to -

"Eeeeeeer..."

It was almost like the first half of his time, minus the 't'. Teryx stopped halfway to his feet, and...and it almost looked like V was crying. It was hard to tell without seeing actual tears running down the black ooze, but he was shaking, his head bobbing up and down the same way that someone weeping would have done, and his hands were shaking.

"Errrr...yxxxxx."

It wasn't even speaking, just sounds, but that was all that the goo could do, he realized. It didn't have the same inner parts that he did, didn't have vocal cords, barely had anything that resembled a real mouth. It had only copied his outsides, not his insides. And yet, it was still trying to say his name.

Don't go, was what it was saying. Don't leave me.

"I can't stay," he said. "You just -"

"Errrr...yxxxxxx..."

"I can't! You raped someone!"

"Uuuuuu..."

It wasn't him. It couldn't have been. He never would have touched someone like that, hurt someone like that. It wasn't the sort of person he was. That just -

The goo copy of him wailed in near-silent fashion, throwing its arms down and hitting the earth. The thud of impact was enough to send him falling on his ass, and the echo of it rattled through the air.

Whatever else V was, he was still tremendously strong, and while he couldn't scream, he could sure as hell throw a fit that would get the attention of someone or other. Teryx grunted as he got to his feet, waving his hands.

"Calm down. Calm down!"

"Eeeeeerrrrrrrr!"

It wasn't listening to him. V was completely freaking out, wings spasming, the smooth 'skin' of the alien goo going bubbly, scaly, and spiky by turns. The consistent shapes were getting more and more unclear, but the arms and muscles bulged out more than ever. Every single time that the alien shook, more of its stability went out the window and more of the potential monster underneath came to the surface.

If it lost control, if it started screaming, chasing him, trying to get him back, how much damage would it do? What if it ended up killing someone that came to see what the hell was going on?

Teryx groaned; he had to calm V down. At the very least, he had to calm the symbiote thing down before he left the park. If he could do that, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to leave without feeling guilty about it.

He extended his hands slowly, and the goo creature looked at him. It kept shaking, trembling, almost looking like it was melting, at times. He tried to ignore that, slowly reaching out and offering his hands. He waved for V to come a little closer, and the bigger creature lumbered in.

Soon, they were touching. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world to him, but at least V wasn't throwing his weight around and trying to break things anymore. The bigger goo dragon leaned against him, all those muscles reminding Teryx just how easily the alien could take him apart if it chose to. He fought down the initial panic, reminding himself that V had been a good, well-behaved thing for a while. It was only when he started getting 'fed' all the time that he started to lose his focus, that he started doing things that were bad and wrong.

He forced himself to 'pet' the other dragon, rubbing his back, scritching gently between the wings. It didn't take long for V to stop shaking, and soon, the alien was hugging him in return. He suffered through it, taking deep breaths, telling himself that it was going to be okay.

"You can't do that, V," he whispered.

"Rrrrr..."

"You can't. That was a hero. If someone finds out what happened to him, that you did that -"

"Eeee. Eeeee."

It almost sounded like it was saying 'we,' and Teryx shook his head. No. There was no way that had been him. He had been the voice that was saying not to do it. Right? He hadn't...he hadn't come up with the idea, had he? Or was it him the whole time, and V telling him not to? Or was it something - no, he couldn't think about that now. He couldn't even think about thinking about it, or whatever calm he still had would come undone and he'd be useless.

"We can't do that to people," he whispered, still petting down the dragon's back. "We have to be better than that. Heroes can ruin peoples' lives, V. They can hunt us down and make us the bad guys. If they do that, they can do anything they want to us, and we can't do anything to stop them."

"Rrrrrr."

"No, you can't fight them. Even you're not strong enough to fight them. It would get you hurt, and then it'd get me hurt. That's not going to make anything better, is it?"

"Rrr..."

He didn't even know if V could understand him like this. All their prior talks had been through their mental connection, not through audible speech. There was no way that he could be sure that he was getting through to the big lug, not without connecting to him, and that would mean getting back into the suit. If that happened, there was no way to be sure that he might get back out again. He could become a non-person, just a host to this alien, something that it wore to get around the planet without anyone knowing that it was there.

A sick part of him wondered if that had been the plan all along. The more that V had fed on him, the more that it felt like the alien was starting to take over. That first near-success in the cave had been enough to make him afraid, but it had never gotten better. Sure, V hadn't tried to take over completely while he was wearing the alien as a suit for a week, but that hadn't meant that he'd been free. He'd still had to carry the goo around, feeding it with his pre-cum, making sure that it got its meals all the time, and never quite having the safety or privacy to really take care of himself.

He had become a meal, a spigot for food during that time. And he didn't know if it was just V not understand what he was - a person that needed to have time and space - or if it was some sinister plan to break him in. With V being an alien that couldn't talk unless it was that connected, perhaps he would never know.

Teryx sighed, patting the goo dragon on the shoulder. He was slowly getting more and more aware of his own nudity, how his body felt in the dirt, and how it felt to be pressed so close to someone so smooth and sensual. He groaned under his breath as he felt the other dragon's cock pressing against his, trying to push back -

"Nnngh?"

Only to find that his body wasn't moving too well. He was...tired. Tired, exhausted, drained. Drained was the right word, he realized, feeling almost like he had that first night when the goo had completely paralyzed him before working his cock over. Was - oh no. Oh, no.

He couldn't push the other dragon back as V picked him up. They walked away from the crash site, moving a hundred feet into the forest. The whole time, V held him in smooth arms, and he was barely able to keep his eyes open. The longer that they were in contact, the more drained he felt, but more than that, his cock was stiffening, getting harder, throbbing more and more firmly.

Oh...no...

He couldn't move and his cock was rock hard. They were right back at square one. He tried to speak, tried to get anything past his lips, but the paralytic was in full swing, and he was completely stuck. All he could do was accept the ride that he was getting through the forest, grunting and huffing when he could, and staring straight up as he was carried along.

They reached a clearing, and he half-expected to be put on his back or on all fours. Was he going to get fucked, now? Was he going to...was he...

It was hard to think, and his head felt funny. Must have been the drug in his system, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do about that. All he could do was wait and hope, hope and pray that this all came together properly.

V sat him down on his knees, pulling back ever so slightly, about a foot away. Their knees almost touched as they looked at each other, and Teryx could feel his own cock throbbing hard, twitching and pulsing. A little pre-cum ran from the head down to his legs, and from there down to the earth below. What -

Then, V leaned back. The bigger of the two dragons laid himself out, his wings retracting into his back to make being flat on the earth a little more comfortable. His tail swung out to the side and his legs spread, showing off his own cock, but more than that, showing off his slit that seemed to swell around it. Two big hands pulled the lips further apart, making the hole every more fuckable, and...and...

Teryx couldn't think, not clearly. All he could feel was the arousal from the poison burning through his veins, the throbbing between his legs as his cock got harder and harder, and the need that sight instilled in him. It didn't matter that V had poisoned him, had taken him away, had put him in place like some sort of sexual doll. All that was forgotten in that moment, replaced by a raw rutting urge that had no equal in the dragon.

He fell forward, barely in control of himself, and his hips started working as soon as the tip of his cock found the entrance to that slit. He slid under the goo-cock, feeling an emptiness waiting for him to fill it, and rammed in.

It was just what he had been hoping for. The pure pleasure of that entrance was enough to suck him right in, and his eyes closed tight as he kept humping. Every thought was the same: hump, hump, hump, driving his dick deeper into that wet opening, filling it with his cock, feeling it expand to take his shape and then shrink back to be tight again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Each time that he bottomed out, it felt better. Somehow, the venom seemed to do that, sinking into him, making his cock more and more sensitive every time. His breath caught in his throat, his mind flitting here, there, everywhere.

Fantasies filled him, urges defined him. The urge to fly across the city and rut. The desire to feel every ass spread before him. Hero? Villain? Or just plain creature, darting about and fulfilling his needs and urges with whatever he found? Was that what he really was? What they were?

Was there any point in thinking about it when it felt so fucking good?

In, out, in, out, each time plunging in, thinking that he was big enough to break that hole, only to feel it expand and take him. Muscular arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer, making him keep humping away. In, out, in, out, plunging in and feeling his smaller balls against the bigger ones beneath. He could feel the differences between them, but they were only in size; everything that he was, everything that made him him, every detail that he had thought was unique, was copied in the other male.

_Is this how my slit feels?

Would I enjoy this?

Why is he doing this?_

The questions emerged and were dismissed as soon as he heard them. It wasn't a conscious choice, but rather, he had no space for them. All his blood, heat, and sensation came from his cock, and that was all that got his attention.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Again, again, again, humping away, grinding the goo dragon into the grass, feeling that slit squeezing and milking around him. The ooze was different to the dolphin's hole, shaped to him, constantly moving, making it that much better to be teased and fucked by it. It was infinitely better than the earth-holes that he was used to, a hundred times better than simply fucking someone else. It was...

It was rapidly becoming an addiction. Teryx' s tongue hung out, and V leaned up, kissing him. He tried to pull away, but the kiss continued. Hump, kiss, hump, kiss, hump, tongue.

Tongue.

The taste of it was like sex and rubber, sex and latex. It pressed against his tongue and the insides of his cheeks, seeking out whatever it could get from him, and he allowed it. Thrust, thrust, thrust, each time feeling himself getting slit to slit with the other man, feeling that goo-cock against his belly as he pulled back, only to grind into it again as he slid in once more. Forward, back, forward, back, never stopping, unable to stop.

He moaned, his sounds muffled by the tongue in his mouth, his breath coming faster and faster as he could no longer hold back. He was humping like mad, his hands on either side of the goo dragon, unable to look anywhere but into those dark eyes. He saw himself, saw the rutting need on his face, and he knew, somewhere, that he hadn't completely objected to what he had done to the dolphin.

He was a dragon.

Dragons fucked.

In, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper. In, out, in, out, feeling the goo swallowing around his tip. In, out, in, out -

In.

He was crotch to crotch with V then, his cock buried so far inside that he didn't know if there was still enough goo to take him. He came, his balls rising, pulling up against his crotch, feeling almost flat down there with everything that was being drained from him in that moment. It felt like a dozen tongues were flicking up and down his cock in that moment, encouraging him to keep cumming, his eyes rolled back as they worked all the way from the base to the tip. It was like the best toy in the world and a harem of lovers all at once, each of them encouraging him to give everything that he had to offer, and then find a little bit more to give on top of that.

Panting, shivering, shaking, he let himself be held, rolled over. His back was on the ground now, and the goo dragon laid over him. They were still connected at the crotch, his cock still being milked of everything that he had. V leaned down, kissing him again, and this time, the dragon melted down.

Teryx knew something was happening, but he was too out of it to realize just what it was. All he knew was that he was being slowly covered in the same black slime that had previously marked him. This time, however, it was...it was doing something else. He could feel the tickle-tingle of it sinking deeper, feeling almost like it was a tight latex suit for a moment, but no sooner had he thought that than it loosened. He could see it in his snout, the blackness sinking into the blue, sliding away and finding the gaps between the scales to get inside of him.

To be part of him.

He groaned as more of the tendrils pushed at his mouth this time, forcing it open, and he let it. Teryx was too tired to fight any longer. He didn't want to. All that he wanted to do was rest after the poison that had been forced inside of him. His head would have rolled back against the earth if it wasn't for the tendrils holding his mouth open and wrapped around his head, keeping him upright.

The goo went in.

It went down his throat, sliding along his insides. He could feel it, at first, feel the strange cool-warmth that V had always had, but that faded as it went into his core. Little by little, it cleared his mouth, then the rest of him. Some piece of it slid inside of his slit, forming a little ring at the base of his cock, and even more slid into his urethra and up his ass. He could feel it pressing against the insides in there, taking up some sort of position that made it more comfortable, more secure, and...and he didn't know.

He kept staring at the night sky, feeling a disconnect to his own body growing more and more potent. What little movements he normally made out of habit stopped; his fingers stopped twitching, his eyes stopped wandering, and his tail stopped flicking at the tip. He was completely still.

And then, he sat up.

The two-toned blue dragon was looking through his own eyes, but he was not the one moving his body. He felt awkward movements at the mouth, hands lifting up, movements that were too fast, too jerky, or too slow and hesitant.

You...don't you...Are you...V? he asked.

"Ter...Teryx..."

Even that was hesitant, and his jaws ached as they tried to move slightly out of alignment with one another. The dragon - and yes, V, the alien wearing his scales - winced at the feeling. The alien adjusted it, speaking better the second time.

"Can you hear me?"

I can. How...why are you doing this?

"I'm sorry. I need...I need this. I can't let you go. I need to be together. I need you. I need you."

Teryx could hear the emotion coming through his own voice, even though it was being used by someone else. There was loneliness, a husky sadness and desperation, a need that came through as a mix of fury and utter despair all at the same time. Whatever V was, it had bonded with him so severely that any attempt to get away would damage it. At least, that was what he could understand from that reaction.

"I don't want you to go. I can't let you go. I'm sorry I messed up, I'm sorry, but I can't let you go. We'll be better. Do it right next time. More fun. More fun."

V, I need you - I need you to listen to me.

"What?"

We can't go back looking like this. Not looking like me, or like the other version, or...or anything like that.

"What do you mean?"

There's a river, right? Go to it.

It was so strange to be walked around in his own body. Every step was made as if someone else was lifting his leg and planting his foot in the next space. As if invisible hands were puppeting him around, he was dragged through the woods, step by step taking him further away from where he had started. Worse, he was so far back in his own head that he couldn't even try and fight back against it. All he could do was ride it out, let it take him where it would, and hope that he would be able to do something about it later.

They finally reached the river and stood over it. Teryx was still as naked as the day he was hatched, and he stared at himself in the river. It wasn't right -

Then it was. The muscle on his shoulders, his bicep, his hips, core, and all the extra mass that V had added when they were flying around disappeared, pulled inside. There was no hint of the different shape that he had once had.

But it was still him, still naked.

He had scarcely thought that before the ooze of the alien rippled through his scales. A shirt appeared, pulled tight against his chest, and more of it flowed out, creating something that looked baggy, but was anything but. It spread down his hips, along his thighs, all the way to his ankles. Even on close inspection, it looked like clothes instead of just a body-suit.

You're...getting better. Scarily better, he thought.

"I want to be good. I want us to stay together. I will make you safe, make us safe. We will be safe. We will be together."

Obsessive, but at least V could do this stuff now.

But we can't look like me. Not right now. And not like the hero, either. We need -

He felt...something. They were connected, now, but not in the same unified way that they had been in the other, black-coated shape. It was more like V had reached into his head and plucked something from it, dragging an idea out of his skull and looking at it in its own mind. The goo on their scales shifted, and their shape changed with it.

The wings came back out, of course, slowly flowing out of their spine in a surprisingly majestic fashion. It wasn't the same as his own, though, but rather like something else. Someone familiar, but...bigger. Bigger and stronger, he thought, and that was a weird thing to think.

As the wings came in, his arms bulged out, thicker and more powerful, but his legs thinned slightly. His chest puffed up, becoming a shelf of muscle under his collarbone, and he groaned as he got used to the feeling dragging him forward slightly. His tail grew wider at the base and tip, but narrower in the middle.

It wasn't until his 'costume' started growing in that he realized that V not only could disguise itself, but make him look like someone completely different.

Skybound.

The blue-black streaking across him was no different in shape, configuration, or color than the hero that he had seen take out the criminal that had stolen from Jo's store. His mouth would have dropped if he had been the one in charge of his body, but he was not. All he could do was stare with amazement as his body became an exact replica of that other dragon, right down to the last bit of muscle, right down to that thick rump and the feeling of potency that ran through his entire body.

He remembered how it had looked to see that hero swooping down from the sky and the envy that he'd felt for the flying dragon. More than that, he remembered how it had felt to see someone that powerful, and wonder how it would feel to be that person.

How they looked under the costume, too.

V must have picked up on that, because no sooner had the thought come forward than he felt a twisting, writhing sensation between his legs. The goo alien leaned them forward, looking down at their crotch. The costume down there 'unzipped,' for lack of a better word, and from the gap in the goo came a cock.

A massive cock, at that, and one that kept on growing. Thick and hard and heavy, the head was already dripping, oozing along the rest of the shaft. That was the only unnatural look, as if the pre-cum was running back down to rejoin the slime and ooze that was the rest of V's power and body, but other than that, it looked completely real.

And huge, for that matter, sticking out almost six inches longer than his own cock. Teryx's need and arousal spiked, but even that was a strange feeling, as it felt like it was a mild feeling that was mirrored by a body that was no longer his own, shooting higher in the reflection than he was allowed to feel in the back of their head.

Is this...how he looks?

V didn't answer. Either it didn't know, or it wasn't sure of how to answer. Either way, they were both feeling the rutting need, and it was growing stronger. Despite the fact that Teryx had cum maybe five minutes ago, they were both raring to go again, and his new cock - no, Skybound's cock - was up and throbbing, knotted at the base and begging for some extra attention.

One hand wasn't enough, they found out as V brought their hands to the big cock. A second was needed. They had to squeeze it between both fists, feeling the thickness, the length, the raw power of that shaft.

This is a cock that'd break people. This is something that would make criminals think twice.

Other thoughts - whether Skybound used his bondage powers to trap criminals when no-one was looking to get relief, if he used them in his bedroom, if there was a way to copy that - were all pushed out of his head as they started stroking. For all that their cock was the copy of someone else's, the pleasure in that moment was all theirs.

They were as sensitive as a virgin. No, as sensitive as someone that had first discovered masturbation and how to do it properly. That was far more accurate. They started humping their hands, thrusting between their fingers, and each thrust brought another gasp, another grunt.

Though they weren't connected the same way anymore, no longer united in the same fashion, he could feel that V was getting the pleasure far more potently than the little alien had when they were together. Back then, that had been a shared pleasure, something that they both understood, but hadn't been quite the same. V had been living more vicariously through him, even then.

Now, humping their hands together, V was the one taking his pleasure, and that meant that the alien started to understand why it meant so much to Teryx. This wasn't just a way of getting food, this was a means of getting pleasure, sanity, relief from all the stresses and strains of life. It was a chemical boost that made the mind feel content, if only for a time, and it was something that they could do to themselves.

Hump, hump, hump. Teryx could feel their balls rising; were those bigger? They weren't allowed out in the open, not like Skybound's cock, but it felt like they might be. He groaned, the sound echoing around in the back of his skull with him, and he moaned in a way that only he and V could hear. The sound didn't leave his lips; that was reserved for what V was grunting and huffing, now.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, their hands groping and squeezing, more than once almost tumbling forward into the river, but they didn't want to back up from it. The reflection of their naked, sexy body was part of the fun. Thrust, hump, thrust, hump, their cock parting their fingers at the end, thrusting into view, then pulling back as they dragged their hips back. The slimy feeling of pre-cum was there, but he didn't see any. It was an illusion, part of the goo around their cock, making it all the more surreal as they got closer...

Closer...

Closer...

And then, finally, they were cumming.

"AAAAAGH!"

A full scream ripped itself from V's jaws - Teryx's mouth, but V was in control - and the sound echoed through the park. The trees trembled behind them and their cock seemed to burst at the tip. White shot forward -

Only to be caught in a wrap, some sort of clear goo that kept it from falling in the water. Teryx's attention was hyper-focused on it, trying to peer through his own eyes as V leaned their head back, watching as best he could as the tip of their cock ballooned like an over-stuffed condom. One shot, two, three, four, and more kept coming, filling it with white and dragging it down. The sheer weight of their own cum actually made that massive cock dip further and further toward the ground.

Pulse.

Throb.

Pulse.

Throb.

It came to an end, eventually, and they both panted for breath as they finally felt some satisfaction. Teryx's breaths were completely mental, while V's were both physical and mental. It was...strange.

What...what now? Teryx asked.

There was no clear answer. V almost seemed to ignore the question entirely, turning their head toward the city again. He could feel the ooze down below, felt the way that the slime in their crotch was slowly pulling that big, fat dick back inside. The cum hadn't disappeared or been drawn in yet, but it was being hidden, pulled out of the way.

V?

No response. Was V ignoring him?

Could you - could you - can you hear me?

If the alien could, he wasn't responding. V extended their wings, pushing them further out than Teryx's other pair ever could have, and flapped them. They were airborne instantly, flying higher and faster than their old body could. Teryx shouted from the back of his mind, trying to get the alien's attention, but nothing seemed to work. All he could do was watch as they left the park behind and started flying towards the city.

I really hope that Skybound is down for the night...

It was their only hope to not have even more questions asked about them, because there was no way for him to stop V. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

The End

Summary: Teryx manages to get V off him, and tries to explain how wrong what they did was. V doesn't seem to understand, but does want to try and be better...maybe?

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Slit Sex, Fucking, Orgasm, Cum, Poison, Aphrodisiac, Cock Growth, Goo, Symbiote, Alien, Series, Teryx, Dragon, Sad, Ignorant, Trying to Please,