Well, here is another story for those who want to read it.  Not sure
where in my twisted mind this one came from.  Sort of an amalgamation
of various things I think.  I'll freely admit its fairly short on
plot and is more a vehicle for some spooge more than anything else,
but since I've just given my own critique of it, I'll wait to see
what other people think.

This story contains scenes of transformation and sex between reptiles and humans.

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Not of this World

By Divigon ( Divigon@furry.org.au )


I looked at the lone figure sneaking across the back of the paddock. 
It happened every year, one day they would learn, but not today.  I
debated whether or not to put an end to it then, but the television
was more interesting.  I would wait until the end of the movie.

After another half-hour, it finished and I rummaged in the closet
for a coat.  Outside the air was cool, but not yet cold, the night
still and the sky clear above.  I took off for where I knew the
figure would be.  On the south-west corner of the farm was a little
hill, not much, but just enough to rise over the surrounding area. 
On the top of the hill was a stone outcrop.  To me, they were just
stones.  To other people they ranged from a druidic temple to an
altar erected by aliens.

They were protected by the National Trust.  I did not mind that, I
had the bottom of the hill fenced to keep the sheep out, but it got
annoying when people came in and began their Pagan rituals.  If they
asked first, I usually let them, but ever since two years before,
when one group had lit a fire which took out half the field, I
insisted they asked for permission first.  This person had not
asked, so I was going to ask them to leave.  Usually I do not even
notice someone was sneaking in, but if you are going to sneak in,
you do not go past the house and do not try to sneak up the ridge
line, so your silhouette shows.

I quietly climbed over the fence and snuck up behind some bushes.  I
learnt that you do not go charging in ever since there was the mad
guy with the sword.  Peering through the undergrowth I looked at the
stones.  There was just enough moonlight to make out a female form,
naked, lying with her back on the rock.

I swallowed nervously.  This was a new one on me.  Her legs were
partially spread, one hand playing between them which her other hand
caressed her breast.  She moaned in ecstasy, obviously enjoying her
pleasuring.

I watched silently, it was clear to me that she was not doing any
harm. I felt a stirring within my crotch and ran my fingers across
the growing bulge, but I think she needed further watching. to
ensure no damage to property was done.

Silently I undid the zipper to my jeans, releasing myself into the
chilled night air.  Silently stroking my length as I watched.  Time
passed and we pleasured ourselves.  Her actions growing more
desperate and earnest as her pleasure grew.  My own were
frustratingly petite as I was paranoid about being discovered.

Without warning she gave a pleasure laden groan, her body tensing
for a moment before an equally sensual moan escaped her lips, her
body falling back to the stone.  Suddenly she sat upright, her eyes
fixed on my location.

"Come," she announced.  Her voice rumbled with power.  It was not a
request.  It was an order that must be obeyed.

I froze, but my legs started to move.  I pushed through the bush and
approached, one hand still clasped around my throbbing length.  She
turned slightly on the stone, then gave a childlike giggle.  Her
eyes flashed a dark ember before she spoke again, sounding a little
more human, but not by much.

"You are probably wondering what happened to you?" she began.  "I am
a high priestess of Duclor.  You interrupted my worship of him and
so will be punished."

She waved her hands.  A silverly glow appeared them, she flicked her
hands towards me and the glowing mass seemed to migrate towards me. 
It was a twisting mass of silken cords.  As it travelled closer it
expanded, growing rapidly in size until it was slightly larger than
I.  A hole in the net appeared and it passed around me before
shrinking down again.  For an instant it formed something vaguely
humanoid in shape, then it suddenly contracted onto my skin.  There
was a slight numbing and it was gone, but something remained.

The girl gave another one of her giggles and reached out to stroke
my length.

"Duclor says you'll be my servant now," her small hands lightly
caressed my flesh.  "My constant companion."

One of her hands reached down to tickle under my sac and I groaned,
it was all too much.  My erect length jumped before exploding with
my seed.  It leapt out before arcing down and splattering on the
stone, mixing with her juices she had deposited earlier.

I panted, recovering.  Under my skin I could feel the unseen spider
web of magic burrow into my skin.  The lines began to throb,
strangely heating and pushing deeper into my being.  I felt muscles
begin to bulge, my body expanding.  Nails lengthened, as my stance
edged forward, my mouth pushing out slightly.  My skin hardened and
I looked at the woman on the stone before me.  I bowed my head in
reverence, dropping to one knee.

"My Lady, my Mistress," I murmured with my eyes half closed.

I heard her giggle and run her hand over my now bald head.

"Very good slave," she said appreciatively.  "You're learning fast."

There was a slightly tingling around my neck and I knew it was a
magic bonding collar locking into place.  For some reason this sent
a tremor of pleasure through me and I rumbled happily before leading
my Mistress back to the house.

So began the days of my changing.  For the next week, Sareena, my
Mistress would bestow pleasure upon me.  After each giving, my body
would change some more and a little of my humanity would slip away. 
She would leave me alone in a room, then return a while later to
repeat the process.

At first I panicked, I did not know what else to do.  When she said
something, I responded.  There was not any conscious thought, I just
obeyed.  The only conscious thought was of how much I loathed my
body controlling me like that.  After her third visit I began to be
aware of what was happening.  By now I could feel the traces of
magic writhing under my hide.  My skin had thickened after her first
visit and now a web of cracks was beginning to appear.  For some
reason I knew they were beginning to form scales.  Behind me, a tail
was beginning to emerge from the base of my spine and my stance was
changing even more.

Sometime later I found myself beginning to look forward to the
visits.  I was a little shocked to realise this and took the chance
to peer at myself in the small mirror.  I was not recognisable as
human any longer.  I was taller, my feet having grown into a
digigrade form, each sharpened talon leaving marks on the floor when
I walked.  Behind me a long sinuous tail flicked, neatly balancing
my wings which had emerged after another session.  My head leaned
forward on an extended neck, my mouth and nose pushed out into a
reptilian shout.  My eyes had changed sometime back and were now
slitted and picked up a wider spectrum of colours.  On top of my
head, two pointed ears twisted towards each noise, behind them, two
ivory coloured horns curved smoothly either side of the spines that
ran down my back.

A forked tongue flicked at the air before retreating over sharpened
fangs.

"Mistressssss," I hissed softly as she entered.  Bowing my head,
extra eyelids flicking across to hide the anger in my eyes. 

She stepped forward, then circled slowly, nodding appreciatively
before reaching down to stroke my scaled sheath.  My length slid out
smoothly, deep purple against my lighter green belly scales.  She
tickled smooth fingered over my heavy sac that was drawn up near my
tail base.  My scent filling the room.  I could feel her need, but
remained still, determined not to give her anything more than what
she asked.

She seemed disappointed with my lack of response and began to stroke
my length quickly, her other hand moving back towards my hole before
inserting a finger.  I trembled and bit my lip as my body shuddered,
a fountain of my thick seed launching itself from my length before
splattering across the floor.

I mentally braced myself to the onslaught that I knew would come. 
It hit m as suddenly as always.  My body rocking, talons digging
into the wood.  Small talons emerged from each wingtip, then silvery
runes burst forth from under my scales, bathing the light in
shimmering brilliance before fading away.

She left quickly, leaving me alone panting in the darkened room.

But this time was different.  Something had changed.  I was no
longer bound to her, but there was still a need within my body.

Silently I stood and slid the window open.  Outside was dark, the
moon having set several hours before, but with my new eyes it made
little difference.

I strode out purposefully towards the small hill, striding up its
sides before standing before the stone alter where all this had
started a few days before.

For the first time in a week, my body suddenly felt free, I had no
bounds to guide me, I could run away, I could hide or I could turn
and face my demons.  I was unsure what to do so for several minutes
I just stood there, breathing slowly, my wings fluttering in the
faint breeze.

Slowly I approached the alter, by body beginning to respond slowly,
I felt familiar stirring's within me, but this time I encouraged
them.  This was not going to be something forced upon me, it was
something I was going to give.  Silently the blood pumped into my
growing length and I leaned over the stone.  Knees straddling each
side as my hands reached forwards to grasp at the opposite corners. 
My hips began to move forward slowly, pressing against an imaginary
female then pulling back slowly before the cycle began again.

A small drop of pre formed at my tip, growing larger until it fell
to the stone, the flow ever increasing.  Silently I mounted a female
that only existed in my imagination, then I felt the claw on my
back.

It was a gentle caress, scratching softly at a wingbase before
moving up to rub over my neck.  I gave a rumble of agreement and
hung my head slightly, wings beginning to drape off to the sides. 
The invisible claws moved down my body slowly, my tail beginning to
rise as they approached my hips.  I felt the pinpricks tickle over
my opening, then fade away.  For half a second there was nothing, my
body tingling in anticipation.  Then I felt something warm press
against my underside.  I arched my spine and pushed back,
manoeuvring my hips until it slid into the small depression. 
Feeling it hit the target I pushed back as my unseen lover pushed
forward, lifting my head back in a silent hiss of pleasure as they
sheathed themselves within me.

I craned my head back, but already knew I would not see my
companion.  They began to pull out and I rumbled, trying to hold
them within me.  There was a pause and they began to push themselves
back in.  My tail wound itself around a leg of my mysterious partner
and I gripped the stone tighter.  My hips started to move in time
with theirs and our pleasure grew.  Finally, after what seemed like
an eternity, I felt them give a final, solid thrust.  The warmth of
their non-existent seed spread throughout my body, triggering the
almost painful orgasm of my forgotten member.

After what seemed like an eternity, my tortured body finally began
to relax, my talons unlocking their vice-like grip of the stone.  I
could still feel my lover resting on my back, his heavy form
strangely reassuring.  A phantom tongue licked at my cheek and I
accepted his unspoken invitation.

The two beings sat unseen on the stone over looking the farm house. 
The police cars had arrived earlier in the day, responding to an
anonymous tip-off about a cult.  They found a single woman who
attacked them with a knife when they refused to worship her.  The
woman was currently waiting for psychiatric evaluation before being
charged in connection to the disappearance of the farm's owner.

The former human rubbed his wing against the other's as their
existence faded from this plane.  Some things were not meant for
this world...

By Divigon