Keywords: Adult, chemical, transformation
Species: Dragon, Equine, human
Silos 
	
	
	I'm not sure where this story came from - it features some things
I've never written about before and didn't think I would ever write about,
however they just sort of popped into the story and it seems to fit ok.

	Update - Emerald Cistern did an illustration for the story: 



Thanks Emerald! :)

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Silos
By Divigon

Like most of his kind, Silos's eyes snapped open and jerked himself to his 
feet.  He eyes scoured the darkness for a moment before he relaxed his 
guard.  Outside the mouth of his cave was a softened jingle of metal 
betraying a nervous horse.  

Silos spent a few more moments assessing the situation.  He judged it to be 
almost dawn, not the usual time to be taking social calls.  However there 
was only a single horse and presumably one rider, so it was unlikely to be a 
hostile force.

This thought was enforced by the tentative, "Excuse me Sir?" that was half 
whispered into the opening of his lair.  

Deciding there was nothing to loose, Silos strode out into the cool night 
sky.  His assumptions were correct, silhouetted against the light of the 
coming sun, was a single rider mounted on a stallion.  The rider seemed a 
little startled with the sight of the dragon and Silos allowed himself an 
inner smirk of satisfaction.  

Silos tried then, to show no surprise as he realised his mistake.  It was 
not a rider and his steed, but rather, just the steed.  An equitaur knight 
in full battle dress.  He would have towered over most creatures, but was a 
little smaller than the dragon.  At ten foot in height with silver horns 
spiralling above his sapphire scales, Silos was a imposing sight to most 
beings.  He somehow managed to fold his arms in a threatening way, his wings 
folding back neatly behind him as his tail half curled around a convenient 
rock.

"Yes?" he asked in a deep rumbling voice.  "Why do you disturb my slumber?"

"I am sorry Sir," grovelled the knight.  "I am Sir Gallire and come with a 
message from your King."

Silos's tail flicked in agitation, an eye ridge rising questioningly.

"My King?" he asked in a neutral by forced rumble.

Gallire swallowed nervously.

"Perhaps I phrased the statement badly," he said rapidly back-pedalling.  
"King Whillim, the ruler of many in these parts, requests an audience."

Silos nodded, the Knight showed promise as a diplomat.  

"Did the King say why?" probed Silos.

Sir Gallire shook his head, "I was instructed to only relay the message Sir 
and escort you to the castle if you chose to attend."

Now it was Gallire's turn to sound vaguely threatening and Silos noticed the 
Knight tighten his grip on his sword.

The dragon nodded once.  

"I will see you at the castle then I suppose," he said looking up as the 
first rays of the sun hit his hillside.

"I was instructed to pass on the message, then serve you, is there something 
I may do for you before we leave?" queried Gallire.

Silos smiled, showing perhaps a few more teeth than he needed to.

"You are a fine beast," he said.  "But foot is too slow.  I shall make my 
own way.  If you must stay, you can guard my cave.  There are many folk 
around here who would like to get their paws on what lies within."

That said, he turned and walked back into his cave.  Rummaging in a darkened 
recess, he pulled out a few garments and threw them into a bag.

Silos nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, murmuring quiet words under 
his breath.  He felt the magic wash over him, bathing his body in the unseen 
currents.  His feet were the first to change, lengthening talons digging 
into the dirt as he fell to all fours.  There was a loud cracking as his 
spine lengthened and thickened, his wings extending as his shoulders popped.  
When he reopened his eyes a second later, the horse and rider seemed a lot 
further away, cowering silently in one corner of his ledge.  His now massive 
bulk taking up most of the space.

He sprung into the air with his powerful hind legs, wings beating the air as 
he climbed in height, looking over his shoulder as the equitaur started to 
patrol the cave mouth.  Silos chuckled to himself and settled into a rhythm 
as he flapped towards the far distant castle.

The castle came into view around noon.  He knew from previous experience 
Humans did not take kindly to dragons dropping in unannounced and so he 
skimmed low over the trees until a few miles away and dropped silently into 
a clearing in the forest.  His sixty foot long length was not designed for 
ground travel so he muttered more words to himself.  Immediately he began to 
shrink, performing the reverse of his earlier transformation.  Lifting 
himself onto two legs as his hips reshaped, he continued to reduce in size, 
his wings fading away into his back.

He stood and flexed his fingers experimentally.  He was now barely over six 
foot in height, a fraction on his former self, wingless, but still 
possessing his tail, horns and sapphire scales, his dragon linage was 
unmistakable.

For the first time, he bent to rummage through the bag he brought with him.  
Pulling out a velvet vest he shrugged himself into it, following it up with 
an ornate leather kilt, strategically cut to allow his tail to emerge behind 
him, but still providing him with the degree of modesty that humans 
expected.

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, he set out towards the castle, guessing 
it would take him no more than an hour to reach it.

Silos would never admit it to anyone, but he liked the stares of the towns 
folk as he passed through them on the way to the castle gates.  One of the 
guards looked as if he was almost going to challenge the dragon, but seemed 
to think the better of it at the last moment and stood to attention instead.  
Silos strode through courtyard heading towards the central hall.

He had been to the castle many time in the past, but to the humans, he was a 
vague memory.  He had met Whillim a few times before, each time it was the 
King that came to him, not the other way around.  However, Silos had a 
begrudging respect for the human ruler and through one of his forebears 
there was an informal agreement between the human and the dragon.

He entered the large hall and stopped, looking around at the tapestries and 
emblems that blazoned the walls.  Behind him, the crowd that had followed 
him crammed into the small antechamber, whispering between themselves.  At 
the far end, on a slightly raised dais sat the King.  He was older than the 
last time they had met, grey hair was showing through the King's formally 
raven black locks.

"Sire" offered Silos, bowing his head ever so slightly.

"Sir Dragon," reciprocated Whillim.  "Silos.  My apologies for asking you to 
travel here and my thanks to you for the same reason."

Silos approached the dais, getting better look at the King who was starting 
to show his age.

"And what, pray tell, have I been summoned for?" asked Silos.

"I have a request," said Whillim.  "Nah, a favour may be more suited, for I 
can not make you go, nor am I sure if I should ask."

"They ask away," counted Silos.  "And I should be a judge of that."

Whillim nodded from his throne.

"Have you heard of the one who goes by the name Slavnore?" he asked.

The dragon paused a few moments.  

"Aye, that I have Sire," he said, nodding his head.  "A wicked one who was 
banished from the Northern lands many years ago."

Now Whillim nodded.

"Well, she's back," he stated.  "And her powers have grown.  I use to have a 
garrison on the Northern border, but my scouts tell me she had taken it.  
Eighty men.  Trained soldiers.  Gone.  I sent a second party of men there 
six weeks ago, their report is two weeks overdue and I have grave hopes for 
their safety."

Silos nodded slowly, Slavnore was last seen at least fifty of the human 
years ago.  Surely she would be an old woman now, if not dead.  He was 
unsure what harm a woman that age could do.

"My spies had reported a young woman named Slavnore making a name for 
herself in the Badlands," continued Whillim.  "I dismissed it as a newcomer 
riding on her reputation, however now I wondering if it may be the same 
person with dark magic on her side."

The dragon contemplated the possibility.  Humans did not know much magic, 
but it was possible to learn, if you could find the tight tutor.  He almost 
grinned at the Kings interpretation of dark magic, there was only one magic.  
The wielder decided if it was dark, light or grey.

"It may be the case," voiced Silos, deliberately not offering any other 
scenarios.

"We are a peaceful country, no one here knows any offensive magic catrip.  I 
beg you, look into the situation and advise me so I can prepare my army," 
pleaded Whillim.

Silos was privately impressed.  It was a good argument from the King, not 
threatening or obligating, but he refused, he would be made to look as the 
bad guy.  He knew Whillim knew this and he also knew the King knew he knew.

The dragon contemplated for a minute or two.

"I will go Sire," he offered.  "But not to fight, as an observer only.  I 
will not interfere in the ways of mortals."

The King nodded, "I would not ask you to do more."

"I do ask you brief me on the location and provide me with any other 
information you may have," said Silos.  "And quickly, for I would like to 
arrive under the cover of darkness."

"Of course," replied Whillim and called for his staff.

Silos spent the next hour receiving a thorough briefing from the Kings 
advisers.  One updated him with snippets and stories of Slavnore while other 
provided him with details about the garrison.  Where it was located, any 
defences, men and supplies.  All the information you would need to mount a 
successful siege.

Finally, in the early afternoon he bid his farewell to the King, slipped 
back outside the castle where he shifted to his larger form and headed 
towards the Northern Lands.

He already had a plan of attack.  The garrison was a single tower and 
outbuildings located on a promontory, surrounded on three sides by cliffs, 
the only approachable way in was over the grassed slope which was covered 
with defensive weaponry.  Almost the classic impenetrable fortress.  Silos 
had debated dropping from the sky, but that was too much of a risk, if 
sentries were posted, they would be able to sound the alarm before he had a 
chance to silence them.  However, one of the former guards had an 
interesting piece of information.

While the guard was there, they had begun digging a well from the central 
square to the lake below.  It was too large a job for the soldiers, so 
dwarfs were brought in to do the digging.  Dwarfs, being dwarfs got a little 
carried away, and instead of a simple shaft, they created a simple, yet 
elaborate tunnel system, ending at a small underground lake.  That lake was 
connected to the lake main lake outside, all Silos had to do was find the 
opening.

As planned, night was well and truly upon him by the time the tower came 
into view.  A single watch fire burned on the top most level and Silos 
quickly dropped out of sight, skimming along the lake surface before almost 
silently diving beneath it.  He allowed his momentum to carry him down, then 
shifted to his smaller form.  Swimming underwater towards the cliff face.

Surfacing close enough to hug the slick granite he caught his breath before 
starting a methodical search.  The water was inky black and freezing cold, 
but he dared not use magic in case it was detected by the garrison's 
defences.  It was two hours of searching before he finally managed to find 
the right opening.  It looked like a deep hole, but as he explored deeper, 
the telltale signs of mining became more evident and after a surprisingly 
short distance, his head popped above the surface.

The room was dark, pitch black in fact, even his enhanced eyesight was 
unable to penetrate the gloom.  He moved slowly, feeling his way, remaining 
silent as he could.  As his information had told him, there were several 
steps out of the water, then a small passage.  Even in his smallest form, 
the passages were a tight squeeze.  He was shuffling along it when his ears 
caught a faint rustle in the darkness.  He poised himself for attack, 
manoeuvring as best he could in the stone confines.

He never picked up the slightest hint of the stroke that smashed down on the 
back of his skull.  Just the bone jarring crunch, followed by a sense of 
calm as he passed into unconsciousness.

This time when he woke, it was much slower than normal.  There was a 
throbbing pain against the base of his skull and he guessed one of his horns 
was broken.  He noticed he was upright, but it was not until he tried to 
take a step that he discovered he was shackled.  He blinked a few times as 
the fog lifted from his mind.  Shackled was not the right word for it, he 
was bound and spreadeagled in the centre of a small room.  Even his tail was 
bound behind him.

His bonds looked like ordinary iron and would hold no challenge for either 
of his larger forms, but he found himself unable to change to them.  Even 
his magic had seemed to abandon him.  

The door before him opened and in sauntered a ghost from the past.

Slavnore chuckled as his reaction.

"Surprised to see me?" she laughed.  "At least surprised to see me like 
this?"

She did a little pirouette for emphasise.

The look and the laugh were unmistakable.  It was Slavnore, but how she 
looked at least sixty years before.  This was a woman barely into her 
twenties with none of the battle scars she should have been wearing.

"Now you're wondering if its really me aren't you," she said, reading his 
mind.  "And if it is me, what happened to me."

She stepped closer, smiling as he pulled at his bonds.

"That's right my dear dragon, struggle at your shackles," she reached up to 
stroke a collar fitted around his neck that he had not noticed before.  
"Normally I wouldn't be this close to you, but this wonderful collar of mine 
prevents the wear performing any magic of any kind.  That means, that you're 
as helpless as a lamb."

She ran her hands over his blue scales, reaching his groin and giving his 
testicles a firm, almost painful squeeze.

"Ooooh," she murmured with a smile.  "Perhaps we should change that to a 
ram.  But no difference, you will be mine in a short while."

Silos cast her a questioning look which she caught and gave a knowing grin.

"Let me fill you in on the past years of my life," she offered, settling on 
a chair which had obviously been brought in for that purpose.  "After I was 
banished from these lands I wandered the world, never content to stay in one 
place, rumours of my past catching up with me and forcing me onwards, until 
about twenty years ago, I found myself at the gate of a long dead mage.  His 
castle was in pristine condition and although he had gone, his magic 
lingered on."

"From experience, I know mages abodes are not places to linger, but this one 
seemed to draw me in.  I was weary and needed some where to rest for a 
while, but the days were lonely, so I turned to the mage's library for 
company.  It was as I read his books, I learned the secrets of magic, the 
dark arts and of its amazing powers.  I was past my prime, but I found a 
method of recapturing my youth which I put to test on the local villagers.  
It worked and I spent the next fifteen years in study."

"When I knew I had the power that could not be bettered, I decided it was 
time to pay a visit to the lands of the King who had given me all those 
years of suffering.  In this garrison I now wait, building my forces, but 
soon I will march on the castle and take these lands for myself."

Silos tried to act indifferent as she explained herself, but Slavnore caught 
on.

"I can see you are curious," she said seductively.  "I will offer you a free 
demonstration."

There was a pause as she looked towards the door.

"Guards," snapped Slavnore.  "Bring me a prisoner."

There were scuffles behind the oak slabs, then two creatures entered, 
tugging a human between them.  From his looks, Silos knew the human to be a 
soldier in Whillim's army.  The other two creatures, the dragon had never 
seen the likes of them before.  They looked like a strange combination of 
biped, wolf and reptilian.  They were covered in tawny fur, but had a ridge 
of spines poking out along their backbone.  Their feet were scaled, as were 
their hands, each finger tipped with a sharpened talon.  Their faces were 
lupine in nature, but with slitted pupils in their eyes and longer fangs the 
dripped saliva from their jaws.

The two creatures did not say anything, but dropped the grovelling human at 
Slavnore's feet.  She gave a knowing smile to Silos, then looked back down 
at the man.  For the first time, he looked up at her, the effect on his face 
amazing.  It went from panicked terror, to relaxation, to joy in the space 
of about ten seconds.  With no prompting from either anyone, the man 
shrugged off his tattered clothes and lay down before Slavnore.  He was 
already fully erect and seemed to be begging from her.

She smiled a victorious smile and lifted her skirts, sliding herself down 
along his length.  Her face a picture of conquest, the man's a mask of pure 
lust as he started to thrust up towards her.  His hips moved briskly and a 
few seconds later he gave a groan. Slavnore whispered something and touched 
his forehead.  He moaned again and went limp, Silos's eyes catching a faint 
shimmer seeming to escape from the man's mouth.

Slavnore stood up, stepping aside the man's body which had begun to twitch.  
Silos's mind was already a few steps ahead and so he was not surprised to 
see fur start to sprout from his naked skin, his mouth contorting into a 
muzzle as his fingers lengthened into talons.  A few moments later, the 
newly formed third creature rose to its feet, then dropped again to one 
knee, bowing to Slavnore.

"My lady," it said with almost reverence.  "I am ready to serve."

"Then go with the others and await your orders," responded Slavnore, 
dismissing the three of them from the room.

The three reptilian wolves left the room, leaving Slavnore alone with Silos 
once more.

"They're mindless brutes," explained Slavnore.  "But frightening loyal and 
easy to control.  Each one formed at the moment of climax when every male 
lets down its guard completely, allowing you to reach in and do with you 
what you would."

"So you have fucked every one of your soldiers?" questioned Silos, 
deliberately trying to provoke a reaction.

"I wouldn't have put it so crudely," admonished Slavnore.  "I prefer to 
think of it as building an army.  But don't worry, you're next on my list.  
My special project you could say."

"You think I'm going to have sex with you?" scoffed Silos.  "Don't flatter 
yourself."

"I don't need flattery," she responded.  "I have something else instead."

She drew out a tiny phial of yellowish liquid.

"You have probably this in this form before," she said with a grin.  "But 
you'll know its effects."

She stepped closer to Silos and unstoppered the top of the container, 
wafting the contents towards his nose.  The effect was incredible.  Although 
he tried to resist it, Silos felt the strange scent seeming to burn through 
his body.  The fire sank down and concentrated in his groin and he knew his 
penis was slipping from his sheath.  He tried to fight it, but that just 
seemed to make the feelings more pleasurable.

Slavnore reached down and ran her fingered over his large purple length, 
making him groan and push his hips towards her.

"See," she teased, stroking over the glands at his tip.  "I told you you'd 
be begging me."

She replaced the stopper and the sensations diminished somewhat, the red 
haze clearing from Silos's brain, but his erection remaining. Slavnore 
noticed this and smiled.

"Well, we are eager aren't we..." she teased.  "It's the distilled juices of 
a female dragon in heat.  Not easy to get, but well worth the effort, no 
male dragon is unable to resist its charms as you will soon discover, but 
before I have you, you need to be prepared.  I want you to be grovelling 
before me.  It makes the process that more enjoyable to watch, but before I 
go, I'll give you something to remember me by..."

She up-ended the tiny phial on the tip of her finger, then reached up and 
spread a thin film of the liquid above Silos's mouth, between his top lip 
and nostrils.  Immediately the red haze of lust descended once again.

With that, she stepped away, walked out the door.  There was the sound of 
voices outside and two of the creatures entered the room. Slavnore had 
obviously worked her magic on them as well, as they were both sporting their 
very impressive erections, something Silos was paying particular attention 
to at this point in time.

The two of them started on either side of him, lapping gently at his scales 
with their rough tongues.  The dragon moaned in response and hated himself 
for it, he wanted to break both their necks, but the sensations were too 
much and he strained at his bonds in an attempt to get closer.  They were 
diligent in their task, not missing so much as an inch of his body and 
eventually one ended before him and one behind.

This was the moment Silos had been waiting for, his shaft throbbed, rock 
hard with his clear pre running down it in waves, however the creature 
before him ignored it and moved instead to his testicles, lapping at them 
until they were almost painfully swollen.  Behind him, the creature had made 
its way along the top of his tail, then switched and was suckling back along 
its underside.  When it reached his exposed tailhole, it stopped, 
concentrating on the tight muscles, its firm tongue working its way inside, 
eliciting louder moans and groans.  When the dragon thought he would be 
unable to take the twin tortures for longer, they abruptly stopped.  The 
rough tongue was removed from his super sensitive sac and resumed its more 
benign exploration of his thighs.  

Silos assumed the second creature would do the same, a thought shattered 
when he felt his rear opening almost savagely assaulted.  His first reaction 
was to gasp in shock, then his body took over and he rolled against his 
chains, squeezing the large shaft as it pistoned into him, each stroke 
making his own shaft buck and give small burst of pre.  Just as he thought 
he would get some relief the creature behind him gave a howl and his loins 
were filled with a liquid warmth.  He gave his own howl, one of frustration 
as the two creatures swapped places, the one before him giving a tantalising 
wave of his rear as he dropped to lap at the dragon's scaled feet.

As the second creature pushed into him, Silos lifted his head and roared, 
his forked tongue brushing over his nostrils, almost accidentally licking 
across the juice under his nostrils.  The effect of the juice was 
incredible, his body flushed hot and trembled as the hormones passed 
directly into his blood supply and he hurriedly lapped up all he could while 
he squirmed against his two assailants. 

Silos's eager body quickly metabolised the hormones, giving him a pleasure 
filled rush that he thought would never end, however, his hazed covered mind 
did clear a little and he found himself more conscious of his surroundings.  
His body still yearned for released, but his mind could at least contemplate 
other things.  As he rolled with the creature behind him, he started to 
concentrate on his shackles.  Slavnore was right about his magic, but he 
knew a few tricks and was handy with his claws.  His talon did not make the 
best lock pick, but it sufficed, the two sex crazed creatures too lost in 
their lust to notice the soft click as each lock opened.

He squeezed his rear around the shaft within him just as the beast came.  
For the second time, he felt the hot spurts inside his body and gave a roar 
of pleasure.  The creature at his feet looked up just in time to see two 
large blue paws smash down on either side of its head, the tremendous force 
killing it instantly.  Next, Silos reached over his back, grabbing the 
furred head and snapping the beast's neck, feeling the still spasming body 
slip from within him.

His hands grabbed the magical collar around his neck and ripped it easily.  
There was a tingle as the magic dissipated, the collar obviously designed to 
prevent magical attacks, not physical ones.  With the magical restraint 
gone, Silos shifted to his normal form, the remaining iron bonds snapping 
with loud pings as his body expanded.  However, his native body brought new 
sensations, the lingering scent causing him to falter for a moment as the 
pleasure washed over him.

At precisely that moment the door swung open again.  Silos was still on his 
back foot and took half a second too long to react.  That was all the time 
Slavnore needed.

In the microsecond it too for the dragon to commence his attack, Slavnore 
had found the tiny phial and flicked the top off it.  The female hormones 
that had caressed Silos in his smaller form almost knocked him out in his 
true form.  He gave a rumbling moan and fell to his knees before the 
sorcerer.

For a moment her face looked panicked, then she laughed.  A sound of pure 
evil came from her thin lips and she ran her fingers over the blue scales.

"Well, almost escaped from my clutches, did we?" she chortled as Silos's 
large frame trembled at her touch.  "It looks like I'll have to move my 
schedule forward a little, but I think I can work you in."

She began removing her robe, allowing the dragon to admire her enticing form 
as she occasionally caressed his oozing tip.

"Oh yes," she almost panted, her eyes fixated on his huge length.  "I think 
I'll definitely be working you in, but I can manage it.  My schedule is very 
flexible."

With that she approached the dragon, making sure she drizzled tiny amounts 
of liquid from the phial as she got closer.  

Silos was past the stage of caring what species she was.  It was female and 
that was all that mattered. Slavnore did not waste anytime, climbing up on 
Silos's hips she flexed her legs and started to lower herself slowly.  If he 
had been more concious, the dragon would have been amazed at what he was 
seeing. Slavnore was barely half the size he was, but his massive draconic 
shaft was beginning to enter her.  The dragon gave a roar and flexed his 
hips upwards as, for the first time, he felt pressure on his seemingly 
forgotten penis.  Slavnore gave her own groan, feeling the dragon's huge 
length slip another few inches inside her.  

She was impressed at her beasts, they had done their job well, this dragon 
was ready to cum soon and once it did, he would be hers.  With a dragon on 
her side, no-one would be able to stop her.  It would almost be a pity 
really.

Silos began to pant, the pleasure he had already received almost pushing him 
over the edge, Slavnore's body doing what the two beasts did not.  As his 
shaft began to harden, indicating his coming relief, he heard Slavnore begin 
to chant.

Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, some mental process began turning 
cogs.  A dim recollection about the dangers of orgasm, but the pleasure was 
too much.  He bent his head down, lapping at the small human's face with his 
forked tongue, listening to the female gasp, stumbling over her words.  His 
tongue continued lower, his mouth widening as he licked at her lips, chin 
and neck.  

Silos growled, feeling his swollen testicles begin to lift, spasming deep 
inside as he entered his first stages of relief. Slavnore moaned, the dragon 
seeming to envelop her as she braced herself for what was about to come.

As the dragon's shaft bucked for the first time, Silos roared, his mighty 
sound stunning the panting Slavnore.  The dragon's head dipped down and too 
late, the sorceress realised the trap she had fallen into, she tried to 
finish her spell, but the dragon's tongue pushed into her mouth, stopping 
her as his sharpened teeth closed around her body.  As the floodgates opened 
on Silos's shaft, he hefted Slavnore above himself, holding his head back 
and making bestial gulping noises as he swallowed her down, his hot draconic 
seed that was to be his downfall raining about him.

Slavnore felt herself beginning to slip down the dragon's gullet, her hands 
fumbling at his seemingly impossibly huge mouth.  His forked tongue 
caressing over her body, lapping at her sopping sex before she disappeared 
down his throat.  Silos suckled for a second at her disappearing legs, then 
gave a contented rumble as they too slipped inside him.  She struggled for a 
short while, creating little kicks of pleasure as he lay spread-eagled 
across the room, his shaft still drooling onto his now grossly swollen 
belly.

He had no interruptions as he digested his meal, snoozing for a few hours 
until his distended stomach was down to a more reasonable size.  The scent 
of the female dragon lingered in the room, providing Silos with many 
coloured dreams.  When he awoke, he pulled himself reluctantly to his two 
feet, almost stepping on the tiny bottle.  For a moment he considered 
destroying it, but lust laden thoughts caused him to pick it up and add it 
to his possessions.

Emerging from the room he found the building in something resembling a sense 
of order.  Not all the men had been turned into the creatures.  Obviously 
Slavnore was not quite the woman she thought she was and she still had at 
least half of the garrison to go.  Those that had changed, had not changed 
back, but their minds and free will had returned, even if they had a sex 
drive much higher than the average mortal, as Silos discovered when one of 
them offered to assist in relieving some of his tension.

The dragon did not find it embarrassing walking around with his huge 
erection, absently he occasionally stroked it, or held it to stop it swaying 
so much when he walked.  The reptilian wolf creatures seemed captivated by 
it while the humans stared, then turned scarlet red when they noticed what 
they were doing.  He was not sure how long it would remain, his blood was 
still boiling with the abnormal sex drive and his erotic thoughts showed no 
signs of abating.

It was with some relief he found the Captain of the garrison who had already 
dispatched a rider to the King explaining what had happened.  The Captain 
was pleased to see the dragon and thanked him profusely for their rescue, 
trying to entice him to stay and unwind.  Silos thanked him for his offer, 
but had already decided to return to his lair, although he was tempted to 
return when the King discovered half his crack forces were now enchanted 
beasts.

The flight back to his cave was a long one, taking all night and a heavy 
chunk of the morning as well.  When he finally touched down, he was 
surprised to see a small fire burning to one side and immediately he was on 
guard.  

"Hail Sir," sounded a substantial voice from the woods and a few seconds 
later Gallire stepped from the trees carrying a pile of firewood.

"You're still here?" asked Silos a little surprised.

"I was told to offer my services," explained the equitaur.  "You asked me to 
guard your lair, so that am what I am doing."

Silos nodded, shifting down to his normal form.  At this size he was only 
slightly taller than Gallire and he nodded to the equine, walking into his 
cave mouth.

"Well, if you're here then," he said over his shoulder.  "You may as well 
come in and get something to eat.  I'm guessing you'll be more than happy to 
have something aside from rations."

Gallire nodded.

"Aye," he said with a grin.  "They keep you alive, but I'm not sure I'd 
classify them as food."

The dragon chuckled and motioned to one side of the large cave with a wing.

"That cupboard is the larder, feel free to help yourself to anything you 
find," he said.  "I'm going to soak for a while."

The equitaur nodded and started poking around the large pantry while Silos 
sank into the heated pool that served as his bath.  After a short while he 
wandered over, hooves making little noise on the sandy floor, but the 
crunching of carrots giving him away.

Silos opened one eye and looked up at him.

"Find something did you?" he asked.

The equitaur nodded.

"For a dragon, you have an impressive selection of vegetables," he said.  "I 
wouldn't have expected to find the likes of them here."

"Oh?" questioned Silos raising his eye ridge slightly.  "And what would you 
have expected to find?"

"Meat," admitted Gallire, stepping to the side of the pool.  "I thought 
dragon's ate meat."

"We do," explained Silos.  "But meat on its own is rather bland.  We need 
something to flavour it with."

He watched the equine flinch once before he gave a wink.

"So..." began Gallire expectantly.  "How did the battle go.  I take it we 
were victorious."

"In a manner of speaking," said the dragon. 

Now Gallire raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well," said Silos before pausing.  "The King has his garrison back.  Half 
of them are some sort of sex crazed mutant werewolf things, but the 
remainder of them are relatively normal.  The battle itself was rather 
short.  There was a sorcereress who almost seduced me, she did manage to 
turn me almost completely lust crazed, but then, as we having sex, I ate 
her."

Gallire's eyes opened a little wider than normal.

"That doesn't sound like a normal battle," he said after a moments 
reflection.

Silos nodded, "I don't think I've been in one quite like it before."

The equitaur looked thoughtful.

"Lust crazed you said?" he verified.  "Lust as in sex?"

The dragon nodded instead.

"You're a stallion," Silos said.  "Have you ever been past a mare in heat?"

Gallire looked a little surprised at the question, but nodded.  From where 
he was lying in the pool, Silos could not help but notice the slight change 
in the stallion's stance.

"You know how they are irresistible to you?" he continued.  "How you can't 
think of anything else except serving them?"

Gallire nodded again, this time Silos noticed the stallion's sheath dropping 
from between his legs.

"Somehow Slavnore had managed to bottle that essence," said Silos, looking 
the stallion straight in the face.  "Then, when I was least expecting it, 
she pulled it out.  It was way more effective than any magic she could have 
thrown at me.  Caught me completely off guard, but it was a trap I would 
have fallen into again and again had I been allowed to be."

"But you managed to escape?" queried Gallire.  "Before any harm came to 
you?"

"As long as you don't count pride, yes, I managed to escape," said Silos, 
sinking a little deeper into the water before suddenly hefting himself 
upright and walking towards the edge.

"That was the only magic she threw at you?" asked Gallire.

"Oh yes," replied the dragon in a half whisper.  "But it will stay with me 
for a while yet."

Gallire cocked his head, trying to decipher the dragon's meaning when Silos 
turned around.  He shaft, which had retreated during the cold night flight 
had slid out once more during the bath.  Contrary to what he had expected, 
the stallion took a step closer, not back as the dragon had expected.

"You do not seem afraid or embarrassed," stated Silos, cupping his paw half 
way down the massive length, stroking it gently.

"Should I be?" responded Gallire, not taking his eyes off the dragon's 
shaft.

"No," smiled Silos, stepping close enough so they almost touched.  "Go 
ahead, touch it if you like."

The equitaur reached out slowly, Silos releasing his grip, only to have it 
replaced by the stallion's warm and soft hands.  Both gave a soft gasp, one 
in wonder, the other in pleasure.

"I assume this is what you meant when you said it would stay with you?" 
asked Gallire, running his large hands gently over Silos's now throbbing 
length.

"Yes," purred the dragon.  "We tend to mate for weeks at a time... I expect 
it to last at least as long, if not longer."

Gallire nodded, dipping his head to run his tongue over the blunt tip.  

"I was instructed to stay and serve for whatever you may need me for," he 
said between licks.

Silos rumbled happily, stroking the equitaur's large head as he eyed the 
stallions own impressive erection.

"I wouldn't hold you to anything if you wish to leave," whispered the dragon 
softly.

"Oh, I couldn't leave without completing my duties... Sir," Gallire winked 
up at the dragon, then opened his mouth and slid it slowly over the dragon's 
shaft, taking it as deeply as he could.

"I am so pleased to hear that," rumbled the dragon moving back slowly to a 
pile of cushions that served as his bed.  "So very pleased indeed..."