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Art - [iconname]Shikaro[/iconname]
Writing - :[iconname]runa216[/iconname]
Zack/Zeka - [iconname]mmpluc[/iconname]

I did it again. Another 'quickie' meant to be a single scene. ended up very long. To be fair this is a 2-scene quickie, so 10,000 words is reasonable even if the scenes are supposed to be about half that length.

Alas, despite this being a lot of plot into what's supposed to be a short scene I think I did an excellent job covering everything, creating a world, and putting them in it all while also having just the right amount of spice.

In this story, Zack and Zeka, two human siblings, end up transported to Dalon through unknown means. Problem is, Zeka was brought in right as she was being made into a dragon meal, so she ended up fused with that dragon and takes on its form while on Dalon, meaning she is still getting used to the quirks of this new body while they try to figure out what to do.

Sexy unbirth, incest that was not incest so it was a lot easier for me to write, interspecies, and even a rare human showing! I had a lot more fun with this than I expected given how much backstory was hiddin in there!

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Go to your Womb and Think About What You've Done

It had only been a few days since they arrived in this strange yet familiar land but things certainly seemed like they could have been worse for Zack and Zeka.

Zeka's memories were fuzzy at best, but the last thing she remembered was the open maw of a dragon closing over her body while she was fixated on a strange plant she found while foraging. She barely had time to react before the pink flesh of it enveloped her, leaving her with legs sticking out of its gullet. Then, as she was being swallowed down, the dragon began to thrash and she didn't understand why, the motions squeezing her and gulping her entire form.

Everything burned like she was on fire, her entire body melting to the core all at once before she passed out in that fleshy chamber.

When she woke up in the middle of an empty meadow in the middle of a vast forest, she was confused. When she went to press her palm to her aching head, her arm didn't move the way it should have, the joints didn't bend correctly. After opening her eyes, she saw that her skin was no longer the dexterous shape and peachy colour of a human's hand, but the stout shape and pink colour of the dragon scales that shared the belly of the carnivorous plant she shared prior to being knocked out.

Part of her wanted to flee, to bolt and find a place to hide away from the open air above her, but she managed to subdue her feral instincts when she saw a little peach bean curled up against her side.

It was Zack. Her brother. Well, her human brother. For some reason, the thought about him being related to her seemed utterly foreign and strange to her. Even though she knew, cognitively, that they were siblings.

She shook her head clear of the blurry thoughts and had spent some time testing out her body, moving different limbs, stretching out her wings, and coming to terms with the fact she had a tail, now.

What a strange sensation that was. Extra limbs she had not grown up with barely even registered at first. When she took her first steps, she nearly tripped over her wing because she didn't have the frame of reference to think about having a giant sail attached to her back. The same thing happened with her tail, which got stuck on a fallen log because it hadn't occurred to her to lift it as she stepped over the obstacle.

Zack was euphoric about it. Well, after he ran in terror upon first waking up next to her. For all he knew, he was about to become dragon food. He had no way of knowing his once-human sister was now in the body of a large, sleek, pink dragon with a mane running down her spine that accidentally spewed tiny gobs of blue flame when she attempted to speak.

That initial revelation was only shocking for a few minutes. Because according to Zack, what could possibly have been better than waking up with a massive dragoness sister? He'd always been fond of the scaled beasts but his human body ensured that he'd be more likely a snack than a friend. So he had to admire them from a distance.

He wasn't wrong, of course. Zeka's first instinct was to chomp down on him and slurp him down like a little fleshy noodle. She had to actively convince herself not to do that. It didn't take much to piece together that the natural, feral side of her was trying to control her. She had to suppress it in order to not give into her base instincts.

Once the initial shock and awe of her waking up as a dragon, they took in their surroundings and came to realize just how lost they were. Nothing looked or felt like home. None of the landscape looked familiar, the vegetation looked alien, and even the air itself seemed to taste different. Cleaner, almost sweeter, but definitely different. They were no longer home and they needed to find out where they were if they hoped to do anything about their situation.

All they could do was walk. They chose a direction and departed from their spot in the meadow, sure to get a bearing based on the location of a mountain in the distance and the angle of the sun.

One of the first things that Zack said to her once they were trodding through the blue-tinged woods was that he was jealous of her, that she got to get a dragon body and he didn't. A fair thing to say, all things considered, but he didn't know what it felt like before she passed out.

The burning sensation through her body that made her feel like her entire body was melting mixed with the inner grinding of what she assumed was her bones being undone and reconstituted was an agony that she'd never wish on anyone.

Okay, maybe she'd wish it on her worst enemy but they'd have to be pretty bad for that.

The only saving grace about the pain she endured was that it was relatively short lived before she passed out. She wasn't sure if it was pain or if there were other factors involved, all she knew was that she was relieved when she passed out and woke up some time later, the pain mostly gone. Only the faintest hints of lingering heat coursed through her.

Though, after she coughed and singed the nearest plant with blue fire, she assumed that may have been part of whatever transformation took place.

That first night after awakening was the worst for them. The nights here were cold and they had no place to seek shelter. When the sun set and the temperatures began to fall, the pair of them started looking anywhere they could for a den or a cave or anywhere they could protect themselves from the elements. They were in the middle of the forest so visibility was limited but they kept their eyes peeled.

In time, Zeka allowed Zack to ride upon her back, rightly assuming she'd barely notice his weight. What she didn't expect was that he felt chilly to her, and she felt hot to him. At first she thought he was being dramatic about the temperature because he was known for that and she didn't feel cold, but when he mounted her, she shuddered against his flesh. As it turned out, her dragon body was naturally warmer than his, and as a result it was more resistant to the temperature.

No shelter was found that night, but they did settle on a temporary solution. She laid down on her belly with one wing extended, which he used almost like a blanket. It wasn't a perfect way to stave off the cold, but it worked for that night.

And while they cuddled, a warmth between them grew. One neither recognized at first.

This cycle went on for a few days of them heading south through the woods, sure to keep the same bearings, her hunting for food and cooking it with her blue flame. To her delight, the dragon's instincts came in handy when it came to getting food. Otherwise she  had to suppress them.

It wasn't until the third day that they realized how silly they were being.

“You have wings.” Zack said, practically shouting it and startling her. “Why don't we fly?!”

She just blinked at him. It hadn't even occurred to her. “I literally was just tripping over my own wings a couple days ago. Do you want to risk being in the air if I don't know how to use them?”

He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, good point. What if, at the next clearing, you fly by yourself and see what you can do and we go from there?”

That was a good idea, so they kept an eye out for the next place they could breach the canopy and fly high. It wasn't as easy as just leaping through the branches, because she was too big for that. Part of her instinctively knew that the branches would tear her wings to shreds, and that even if she did manage to make it into the sky she'd have no way to know exactly where Zack was in the forest. She was by no means experienced in the sky but she assumed the forest looked the same from above.

So they waited. And waited. And walked. And waited. And never found a clearing in three days. Just forest and more forest and more ferns and forest and trees. The only way they knew they were still going south was by the few beams of sunlight that broke through the canopy to illuminate the forest floor. It wasn't the best way to navigate but the forest had to end eventually. Part of them considered turning back to the clearing they'd awoken in, but Zeka knew that if they were even slightly off on the angle they could end up so far away from their destination after three days of mostly walking in a straight line. At this point, the clearing was as out of reach as the treeline.

Or so they thought.

Things were getting bleak when on the third night, clouds formed above them to blot out the sun, eventually trickling rain on them. “That might be concerning.” Zeka noted to Zack.

He knew exactly what she meant by that. There wasn't a lot they could do to protect from the rain without finding a den or cave of some sort. If she covered him in wing to shield him from the rain, he'd still get wet. The dirt below would still be muddy. And the chill in the air could still get to him.

“I guess you'll have to swallow me, won't you?” Zack joked. “Better as dragon food than a human icicle!” His tone did not clarify whether he was sincere or not.

Deep inside, her instincts told her this was a good idea but she brushed it aside, assuming that was just her belly demanding more food even though they'd already eaten. When she turned him down, he made what was clearly a joke by slapping her haunches and suggesting that he could just hide inside her out back, face sticking out of her slit.

She lowered her tail, simultaneously ashamed he was looking at her private areas and bashfully aroused at the concept. Once again she had to subdue the instinct inside her that allowed her to find this little goblin of a young human man arousing. That was her brother. But was it really? She was a dragon, he was a human. They were siblings in name only. She had to shoot that idea down.

When he countered her protests, it almost seemed like he was serious. They dropped the subject and kept walking south. Or, at least what they both hoped was south.

The rain got progressively worse as they began to lose light to the sunset. Wet, dark, and cold. Not a good combo for Zack's human body. Zeka at least had that protective dragon skin to keep her from getting too cold. Yet, with the rain on her flank and wings, she was definitely feeling it. They needed to find a cave or den, yet in three days they'd seen none.

Just as the skies opened up and the rain began to pour, they were blessed with the image of a clearing ahead. If nothing else, they could camp out at the edge of the treeline and then she could fly a bit in the morning. Since it wasn't like suddenly being able to fly was going to protect them from the rain. If anything, being up that high and moving that quickly would make it worse.

Fortunately for them, they were greeted with the unexpected. The field wasn't just an open meadow, but it appeared to be fenced in by wooden planks on all sides with a series of small huts in the four corners of the pasture. There were horses and cows in most of the little huts, but the one closest to them was empty.

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“It's not perfect, but we can take some shelter in there for the night, right?” Zack said, barely able to extend his arm to point towards the empty hut due to how chilly he was.

“Yeah, come on.” Zeka motioned for Zack to hop over the fence, but when she was about to do the same she realized it was going to be a bit harder than she anticipated. She was big enough that if she vaulted off the top rung of the fence, it'd likely break and snap. Her feral side didn't care about that but her sentient side didn't want to make problems for whatever farmer owned this land. She could see a multiple story farm house and barn on the other side of the pasture so she assumed within reason this was a human settlement.

And just jumping over the fence seemed just as unlikely given the low hanging branches reaching out from the treeline. She'd bonk her head if she tried to leap the fence.

After a few agonizing minutes of watching Zack shiver in the rain while urging her to follow him into the field, she settled on delicately using two nearby posts to hoist herself up and over. One front leg and one back leg, meaning she effectively combat-rolled over the fence rather than leaping or vaulting. Her wings ended up tangled and twisted beneath her but when she got to all fours she determined there was no damage.

So she shook herself off and extended one of her wings over him to shield him from the rain as they trotted over to the hut. She would have done that in the forest but the foliage was too dense to do that so he just got to suffer.

A small part of her wanted that. For him to suffer. He was whining so much about the cold and it wasn't even that cold! She had to internally chastise herself, knowing that his human body was not going to be as resilient as hers. Those dragon instincts were certainly affecting her.

The hut itself was pretty simple. Just a simple cube with a low but solid roof and what looked like three stalls inside. Each stall would have been plenty of room for two or even three horses but would have been pretty tight for her. Each of the stalls was also filled with what looked like buckets of clean water and a stack of unbound hay and straw.

“You might have to cuddle up in there on your own. I'm not sure if I'll fit.” Zeka warned. “And even if not, I can't guarantee I won't wreck something if I sleep there.”

Zack had the saddest expression with a frown and the biggest eyes. “You can't cuddle?”

She narrowed her gaze. “You shouldn't want to cuddle.” She said briskly before thinking about it. She stopped before reminding him that they were siblings because that felt wrong, now.

“Oh hush you.” He said, then grabbed the tip of her wing and pulled it into the hut with him. “You're all warm and I'm cold.” He hugged himself and did an exaggerated shudder for effect.

“Fine.” She huffed, a bit of blue fire escaping her nostrils. She had to duck under the roof to fit and once she was in her size basically pinned him to the wall. “See?” She was about to leave when he ducked under her and slipped out from the hut.

He held his hands up to motion for her to stay. “Perfect! Now lay down in the hay, curl your tail up, and it'll make a little bed for me.”

Zeka narrowed her gaze. She knew what he was trying to do, even if it was what needed to be done given his chilly human body and the desire to be in from the rain. “You had better appreciate this.” She huffed, then flopped down with her head on the elevated tower of hay like a pillow. She tried to curl her tail up around her body but couldn't seem to work the muscles in the right way. It just ended up janky and erratically shaped.

Zack saw this and hopped in to grab her tail tip, nearly getting stabbed by the spines of the fins, and did his best to make it form a semicircle around her legs. This formed a perfect little bed of hay nestled in between her four limbs, belly, and tail. One of her wings was folded up under her opposite flank while the other one was ready to wrap over the makeshift bed like a blanket. “See? Perfect! You're too uptight.” He complimented as he crawled over her tail and hind legs.

Much to his delight, the hay was completely dry. The rain was coming straight down since there was little to no wind, and the entire hut was protected by its walls and roof, ensuring everything inside was dry. “Perfect indeed.” He repeated as he wriggled and squirmed in place, his back to her belly, head resting on one of her forelegs.

She snarled a bit, her instincts resisting such an awkward position, but she subdued that and reluctantly draped her wing over him, using it to pull him in closer for a snug.

His shivering didn't completely stop, but the moment her scales and flesh wrapped around him she noticed that it slowed significantly. He let out a deep, long exhalation, his breath ticking her. “There we go. This is m-much nicer.” He was still cold but getting warmer quickly.

It didn't take him too long to relax while in her embrace. He wrapped his hands around her leg for stability while he curled his legs up to his chest, trapping as much warmth as he conjured tight against his body. He seemed comfortable but Zeka was struggling a bit.

The hut was too small for her and after only an hour of resting she'd began to feel cramps in her joints. And since she wasn't fully familiar with the body yet she didn't know what muscles to stretch or what joints to test to fix the issue. But she couldn't just roll over or adjust without disturbing Zack's rest. Like person with a cat on the lap, she was trapped for eternity until the cat decided to leave.

She'd nearly fallen asleep herself when he shifted in her embrace, his heel gently brushing by her slit under the tail.

Her eyes went wide and she tried to shift away from it, not wanting to wake him or cause a stir, but when he moved to press himself into her more she couldn't help but revel in the gentle grind of his heel against her slit. Rather than resist or push him away, she chose to enjoy it, relaxing so that his flesh parted hers when her weight pressed down on him.

Internally she found herself in the midst of conflict. Half of her was screaming to bolt, to put a halt to it and push him out from under her and reject that touch of his. The other half was enjoying the sensations, not sure what the big deal was. He was human, she was a dragon now. Who cared if he touched her under the tail. Only her human side had an issue with this.

Reluctantly content with him pressed against her like that, she eventually laid her head down next to him in the hay, ready to sleep. It was then that she saw he was awake and staring up at her from under her wing arm, smiling at her.

“Aah!” She yelped, doing her best to not make any jerky motions as a puff of blue flame washed over him, singing the tips of his hair. “I thought you were asleep!” She licked him to fix his hair as best she could. It wasn't perfect but it worked, even if the idea of her licking him made her half uncomfortable. Again, the other half didn't see what the big deal was; she was just being affectionate towards someone she cared about. In the dragon part of her mind, her relation to him was irrelevant.

He squirmed and nuzzled into her. “I was but you woke me up.” He flexed his foot, then his eyes went wide as he realized where it was. “I notice you seem to be pretty comfortable, though.”

She snarled at him. “Don't-”

“It's fine.” He smiled warmly. “Promise.”

“How is it fine?” She huffed again. “You really shouldn't be touching me there.”

He shrugged against the folds of her wing. “Why not?”

The logical part of her was repulsed by this. However, the dragon part – the part that was getting more and more comfortable in the back of her mind – enjoyed the attention. And the more his foot rubbed her slit, the mor