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Thankfully, the small amount of seed deposited into me didn't take, and after that point, my loyal breeders never made any attempts to breed me again. At least, not for a long time. It's in the nature of things that they change, though. Nothing ever remains the same for long.

While I hadn't been knocked up, the act of receiving draconic seed once had left my mind in a strange state. It wasn't overwhelming, nor was it really even a bother, but that newly awakened side of myself was always there, gnawing at my thoughts in the background. Or perhaps not gnawing as much as tickling._I couldn't help but imagine it happening again, but this time,_fully. Of presenting myself to a virile male and letting them rut my maleness away. I imagined them on top of me, thrusting frantically, and myself beneath them, letting it happen without the slightest hint of resistance, until they pulsed inside of me, depositing a full load of that thick, warm, and transformative seed deep inside my vent, or even my tailhole. The idea of it all being lewdly pumped into me, where it'd irreversibly cause me to develop a womb, to become a breeder, perhaps even a female... it was an intoxicating fantasy, and I found it recurring even as I was mounting the three brothers.

I imagined the swelling afterwards, my belly growing round and full of eggs. I imagined myself stroking that firm dome of pregnancy with maternal affection, dreaming of laying the eggs developing within my womb.

And of course, those were thoughts that always seemed foolish after clearing my mind by filling one of my breeders again, when I finally regained full control of my thoughts. I'd simply have to learn to resist them, as while the three easterners wouldn't be any risk, one day, another male would find us. When that happened, if I wasn't prepared, I knew there was a real danger of losing myself to him, and I wasn't prepared to let that happen. I'd gotten this far, and I wasn't willing to end upa hen.

Even if some accursed part of me desperately wanted it. Why had I ever accepted that idiotic offer of mutual penetration anyway? It'd only led to bad things, of these intrusive fantasies that felt entirely too good.

So I forced myself to think of other things during those weeks after my initial conquest. I would hunt alone, feeding my little flock, and at least on those excursions, I could simply be myself. A lethal, if small hunter, my thoughts focused on one thing; catching and killing my prey. As civilized as we dragons might pretend to be, from time to time, we remain animals at core, our thoughts often wandering to the hunt, to primal displays of dominance, and unfortunately, breeding. Of course, I couldn't be out hunting all day. Every night, I'd return to the temple and mount each of my three hens in turn, all their bellies swollen with my young. But I couldn't stop thinking about how they must've felt, how good being bred surely felt. It was functional system, however, and I kept it up for perhaps a month.

But then, as they always do, the changes came, as the youngest dragon was nearing his time to lay those eggs. I'd decided to scout the lands further, perhaps to see if I could realistically make the flight back to where my brothers remained, in those cold northern lands. On that warm, balmy day I encountered a newcomer, presumably having arrived in these lands just as I had, all those months ago.

They had yet another form initially alien to me. Although their _shape_was roughly the same as mine, unlike the elongated easterners, they had both fur and feathers. Matte blue, grey, and black, with the feathered wings a brilliant shade of blue. I saw them before they saw me, and so, I had time to think. I'd never seen anything like this specimen, but he was undoubtedly kin regardless, with the typical proud stance of dragons, and curved, if short, horns. I couldn't immediately guess their gender, but presumably, if these furred ones were anything like other kin, it'd mostly be males who sought to explore places unknown.

I wondered where he - and I resolved to think of this stranger as a _he_until and if he proved me wrong - was from. The south, perhaps? Some isolated island? Perhaps the very far north, where fur would certainly be of more help than my own scaly hide? It was interesting to think about, having spent most of my life on that frozen chunk of land with my hateful brothers, but ultimately I was more focused on watching what the newcomer was _doing_rather than pondering where he had come from.

He moved quickly, though towards nothing in particular, seemingly light and very agile, guiding his movements with little flaps of his wings. Nothing like my own relative bulky sluggishness or the eerie floatiness of my harem, who seemed to have no gravity at all. No, the furred one darted from place the place, but he landed and paused after each movement, nosing at one thing or the other, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. Of course, he wouldn't see me; not only were my kin lurkers by nature, but I was far more familiar with this land than he was, and so I knew what kind of leaves would best disguise my dark scales, what shadow would best conceal me. Still, it'd only be a matter of time.

I knew I wouldn't be able to catch him, not physically. A spell might work. I didn't sense any particularly powerful magic from him, but I knew to not take such things as granted. I caught a brief glimpse of two slits at the base of his tail as he moved. Male, then. The females would surely only have one. But, I asked myself, why was I already planning on how to add him to my growing group of breeders? I knew nothing about his intentions or nature. I suppose that's how the draconic mind works, at least for the northern breeds like myself. Everyone is one of three things; family, prey, or predator. Sometimes more than one at once. Sure, we could divide things up further than that, but most kin fell into those categories. My brothers were family yet predators, these three easterners were predators, now turned prey, and this new, small drake was prey.

Well, if I could catch him and pin him down, he would be.

I focused my will to fade away. leaving me effectively invisible. It wasn't true invisibility, but rather, it affected the minds of those around me, filtering me out from their senses. The headache of maintaining that spell began immediately, I'm sure I've mentioned it before, that pain slowly spreading from my neck and over my temples, burning through my skull and jaw. I moved quickly, approaching the blue newcomer, making sure to not step in any long grass that might give me away, but he seemed to sense me somehow, if only an instinctive level,

His nose and ears twitches, the latter swiveling as if trying to pinpoint a sound I knew wasn't there, and before I was even close, he darted up and then away, moving far too fast for me to catch. He moved like a leaf carried by a gust of wind, hard to follow even with my eyes, and then he was gone, landing somewhere deep in the forest. I gave a frustrated grumble, letting the spell fizzle into the surrounding air before the headache would become overwhelming.

I'd have to think it through, even if just briefly. I didn't know the customs of the furred kin, but I imagined that they were roughly on our wavelength. He wouldn't deny a challenge if one was issued, but that'd lead to another risk. A delicious, seductive risk, but one I didn't necessarily want to take. I could have all three of my pets focus their arcane skills to catch him, certainly, but I wasn't_evil._ That was more along the lines of something my brothers would've done. Despite my penchant for trickery, I didn't like_forcing_ others. Well, I might, perhaps, stoke their desires until they couldn't resist, but they'd always enjoy the mating before it was over.

So perhaps a duel, then, just as I had fought with the oldest of the three snake-dragons. It hadn't ended well for the issuer, then, but I was more cunning than him. There was nothing to say that I had to allow myself to be penetrated, either. If I could influence him just enough that he allowed me to sink inside that soft, inviting body of his, I'd be the victor nonetheless. Although the idea of rolling those dice again, of mutually fucking each other's vents and risking being bred was... erotic. I felt myself begin to swell at the mere thought of it.

I'd forgotten what I was going to do, my mind entirely focused on finding the newcomer again. I went off in the direction I'd seem him fly in. This time, I made no attempt to hide myself, hoping that he'd be less skittish if he saw me coming, not feeling as if I was stalking him. I suppose that was what I was doing, but it didn't have to feel like it.

Soon enough I found spotted him between the dense trees of the jungle. He was already looking at me, visibly tense and ready to take flight. I tried to make myself appear small.

"These are my lands, newcomer," I spoke. He didn't immediately respond, but he visibly relaxed - if just a little bit - when he heard my speak, knowing that I didn't have any intent to sneak up on him. "What is it that you seek here?"

He seemed to carefully consider his answer. He was about the same size as me, so any violent fight would be fair, and no dragon liked a fair fight. At least none that I'd ever met or even heard of. It was in both of our interests to resolve this peacefully. Or perhaps, erotically.

"I didn't see any traces of other kin when I arrived," he finally replied, his voice soft like a gentle breeze, with only a faint hint of a dialect. I knew better than to trust that it matched his personality. "I'm looking to claim territories of my own. Surely not all of these lands belong to you?"

"Not all, but everything you see here and everything you walk on," I replied. "All of this is mine, from shore to mountains," I replied. Effectively, it was true, but only as long as I could defend it."

He seemed to size me up, those gray eyes scanning over my form so intently I could almost feel his gaze. "What do you intend to do?" he asked.

"Well," I replied, drawing a deep breath. "If you wish to remain here, there will be a contest of wills," I continued. I'd only decided on what it'd be in a split second. "One of us will end up breeding the other, and the loser will then remain with the victor as a breeder."

I saw no need to mince words. From the look in his eyes, he already knew the results that two males mating would bring.

"And if there is no winner?" he inquired.

"There will be," I replied. "You know as well as I do what receiving draconic seed will do to a male."

"You'd risk that willingly in a fair duel?" the furred one asked.

"Fair in that you'd fight me alone," I replied. "But of course, neither of us would hold back on using whatever skills we possess."

I didn't sense any kind of magic from him. Most likely, that meant that he didn't possess any beyond his breath, which would leave him easy prey. And with fur covering most of his body, I couldn't imagine his breath being terrible destructive. Certainly, it wouldn't be fiery.

"I accept," he answered, after a few more moments of thought. "How do we do this?"

I immediately struck out with my magic. No sense in risking anything physical if I didn't have to. I watched his pupils dilate with sudden lust as I dug into his mind, manipulating his very thoughts to be more receptive, more eager to submit. He shook his head as if trying to clear it, but even as I watched, I saw his cock beginning to push out of his vent in a naked display of growing arousal. Then,another cock. I'd heard of certain dragons possessing two shafts, but I'd never seen it before. They were a little more mammalian than my own, a little blunter, although they still had the distinct draconic ridges. It'd be a tight fit, if any at all, so I began rewiring his thoughts towards a more feminine state of arousal, where he'd stay soft but still produce plenty of lubrication.

"This is how," I murmured, drawing closer to him. "You simply lay on your back and let me take care of you. Let me mount, rut, and then seed you. Get your belly swelling with eggs..."

He mumbled something that barely sounded like a words, a quite _rrhf._No doubt he'd be struggling with a growing desire to let me do what I'd just stated. The thought alone had me fully erect, and he'd be smelling that too, my male musk probably growing more appealing to his clouded mind by the moment.

I brushed against him and gave him a gentle shove. He fell over onto his side in the grass. That's how you take care of the fast ones, I remember thinking. I grinned, rolling the nearly limp dragon onto his back and pinning him down with my paws on his chest. "That's a good hen," I murmured, nudging his hind legs apart and positioning myself right at his entrance. One of his cocks was fully hard, other quite limp, which meant I'd been at least half successful. He felt wet against my very tip, warmer than the average dragon, and his fur was quite sensual even through my thick scales.

I didn't notice him drawing in breath, too focused as I was on molding his thoughts to my will. He exhaled, forcefully, against my face and I instinctively breathed in. It didn't smell like much of anything, feeling like nothing more than a brisk summer wind, but an immediate dizziness overcoming me. A shiver of lust went through me, suddenly inflaming all of those desires I'd just barely suppressed, of being mounted and filled. I growled. What was this? I'd never encountered a dragon whose breath would... smell so good, so pleasant to simply breathe in, letting it soothe all those aggressive urges...

This wasn't good. I tried to gather my thoughts. I'd have to breed the newcomer, but my erection was faltering. I thrust forward and it took every ounce of my will, but I managed to bury my spadelike tip in his upper slit. At least that warmth was enough to make me shiver with desire. But whatever I'd just inhaled had thrown off my concentration enough for the furred drake to recover as well, at least partially. He rolled over, taking me with him with a hind leg pulling me off balance, and then continued that motion so he was on top, although with my cock still buried inside him, that careless maneuver only nudging me deeper. We were both panting, which was considerably worse for me than him, because with each breath he exhaled more of those strange, blissful vapors that threatened to make me go limp. My head was swimming, and I laid there on my back, sprawled out just as he had been a moment ago. And I felt his firm spire press against my slit, just above where my own cock was jutting out at half mast. It felt incredibly hot, and I felt some of his precum smear against that little patch of bare flesh.

I had to get out of this situation somehow. Being so close to being penetrated had those suppressed instincts in overdrive. Some part of me wanted to wrap my legs around and him and pull him deep into me for a proper rutting, and I snarled in frustration. Luckily, the other drake was still suffering from how I'd scrambled his thoughts earlier, probably feeling similarly, his hips seemingly involuntarily nudging forward, each nudge causing my cock to lodge itself a little deeper inside him.

To my advantage, I had the fact that I'd been in this situation before. I knew I'd cum quickly, if I could just manage to start thrusting. The problem would be finding the strength to push him off after I finished pumping my seed into him, before he could return the favor. So I bucked my hips upwards, grunting as I sank into that wonderful vent of his. Yet as I did, he inevitably pushed into me as well, and it felt even better to have that magnificent blue spire spread me open. He thrust in turn, and I could feel my insides clinging to him, wet with our mixed precum.

Drawing on what little strength I had left, I pulled him down onto his side, with a meaty thump as his side impacted with the mossy ground, so we were facing each other. He looked into my eyes for a moment, a half-formed devious grin on his face. Half grin, and half a look that begged me to breed him. I must've looked exactly the same. Both of us twitched weakly as he worked to rut each other, trying to work towards our respective releases and come out on top. Somehow, it was perversely intimate, our bodies grinding against each other more like lovers than rivals.

I felt his shaft lurch inside me, freezing for a moment so I'd be ready to pull off if I felt that throb, knowing I'd have only perhaps a second to force him out of me. It didn't come, not yet, but I knew I had to stay aware of how he felt to notice that initial swelling that'd herald his orgasm. That, of course, had the side effect of turning me on even more, feeling every curve of him, squeezed in tightly between my cock and the inner walls of my slit. I felt every inch of him pressing into those hidden, sensitive spots inside me, each smaller twitch as he painted my slit with his hot, watery precum. It wouldn't do anything, I told myself, I'd been there before. As long as I managed to dislodge him before his actual cum spurted into me.

Just a little longer and I'd be there. It was taking longer than normal, which had me feeling anxious, and that only made it take even longer to reach my peak. But I could feel it approaching, each little buck of my hips building on the pleasures I was feeling, until I'd finally breed this intruder. Every moment I spent joined with him like this only increased the risk, but I realized that I liked_it. I liked the risky aspect of it, the feverish need to finish first, while completely vulnerable to my partner actually getting there first. Would I even be able to pull off, or would he clutch onto me too tightly as he pumped every last drop of his potent, virile seed into me? The thought was enough to make me tremble with excitement. I didn't _want it to happen. But maybe I wouldn't mind- augh, those were the kinds of thoughts I didn't want to have in my mind right then and there.

So no thoughts of him erupting into me. No thoughts of myself losing my precious dragonhood, replaced with a much more feminine slit eager to be penetrated. Absolutely no thoughts of how blissful it'd feel to just let it happen, just embrace this beautiful male as he throbbed inside me and sealed my fate. And definitely none about how my belly would swell with eggs, how I'd be just another breeder like the three brothers I'd tamed before.

I redoubled my efforts with increased vigor, thrusting into the other male as rapidly as I could. I could tell he wasn't far off from his body language, the pleased, empty-headed smirk on his face, his tongue lolling out, and the little shivers and quivers going through his body. But I could already feel my insides tightening up, preparing to unleash a flood of cum inside him. I just had to get there before he did. A few more thrusts and I'd be there, I was so close it almost hurt.

But then, just as my own balls were tightening as I passed the point of no return, where I'd no longer be able to avoid spilling my seed even if I wanted to, I felt him swell and then throb inside. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Perhaps it did, some instinctive magic triggered by sudden panic. His ridges were pushing at every single cluster of pleasure nerves inside me, and he was spreading my already stretched vent so wide it almost hurt. Any moment now, he'd throb again, and then that sticky, wonderful seed would erupt from his cock. Yet even as I tried to pull away, my male instincts were forcing me thrust forward, deeper inside him, so my own cum would spurt out where it belonged. I roared out in a mixture of desperation and lust as my body disobeyed me, seemingly actively resisting my commands. Sensing that I was trying, even in the throes of his orgasm, the furred drake wrapped his hind legs around my flank and pulled me tightly against himself.

I grunted and growled as my own release swept over me, triumph and terror intermingled. I ground my front against him as the first spurt of my cum shot deep into his went, my ridges flaring to make sure none it would seep out. It was pure ecstasy, those spasms around the very base of my cock resonating through my entire body as I bred him, and it was nearly impossible to even imagine willingly withdrawing out of that clutching, soaked hole. He was mine. Maybe he wouldn't cum. He was engorged inside me, but I hadn't felt that second throb, so maybe receiving my seed had-

And then, his length twitched inside me, buried as deep as it'd go. Once, and then again, and I swear I could feel his seed rushing up his shaft. Weakly, I struggled, but there was nowhere to go. I felt a surge of sudden wet heat deep inside me, then another, and a third. He was breeding me, and there was nothing I could this time, to stop the other male from pumping his entire load into my very slit. It felt amazing. I could feel every drop of it being deposited inside me, soaking through those vulnerable inner walls, the intense warmth radiating through me almost immediately. It was relaxing, somehow, blissful. Knowing that the harm was done, I was bred, and I'd probably end up as a female. So I embraced it, moaning out loud as I squeezed around him as hard as I could. There was no sense in resisting now, and so my body fell limp, letting that warm fuzziness envelop me even as my insides clenched, shifting, a womb slowly forming in my lower belly, hungry for his virility.

At least I could feel happy that I'd been claimed by such a beautiful male, I realized, rather than the others I'd met. I felt my maleness give one last weak twitch inside him before growing limp, slowly retracting. I didn't fight it, even knowing that it might simply reform into a much more feminine vent. And giving in, submitting, it was pure bliss, my moans lighter, more high-pitched now as he pumped the last of cum into me. In a way, it was a bonding experience. We'd both bred each other, shared that wonderful moment of intimacy, caution thrown to the wind, and now, we simply laid there, our bodies entangled into each other as we wallowed, luxuriated in the transformations happening within us. Somehow, it felt completely right, like I'd always been meant for it.

With the afterglow setting in, neither of really cared to move. Not that there was any point. We'd both swell with eggs, but I hoped at least one of us would remain externally male. It probably wouldn't be me, though. I couldn't even feel my cock anymore as it'd retreated all the back inside my thoroughly inseminated vent.

"What's your name?" I finally managed to ask. My voice had even changed. Not much, but enough. It was higher in pitch now, somehow softer even though I still had the characteristic deepness of black dragons. The furred one probably wouldn't even notice.

"Hao," he replied, looking at me with a stupid smile.

"You know, you didn't win," I told him, wanting to at least make him look a little less triumphant, although I was grinning even as I said it, too high on dopamine to really feel badly about it all.

"I know. It was entirely worth it, though," he answered. He craned down to look at the messiness still connecting out crotches with stringy white wetness. "So what happens now? What do we do about the territory?"

"Still mine," I growled lazily. "But you can stay. I'm going to need to be bred again when I..." I trailed off, hesitating to say those words out loud, as if they were some kind of curse. "...go into heat. And you owe me that much."

"You mean you..." he looked at me, wide-eyed. "...don't have a..."

"No. I don't know," I answered. "But you're clearly still male enough," I muttered, tilting my head towards his second shaft, still half-hard and hanging out of the other vent. Having a spare would've been very handy right now. Then again, I genuinely didn't find myself minding being female much, if this was all it felt like.

Silence fell as we laid there for a while. We were almost cuddling, I realized. His musky scent was much more appealing now, and I couldn't help but lean a little closer, so close that his fur was tickling my nostrils as I inhaled. He still smelled very masculine. Comforting, somehow. Sexy, too. Somewhat like his strange magical breath, but less compelling and rather, more alluring. I felt myself grow wet between my hind legs. Not that I wasn't already wet with his cum, but it was something else, something new and yet entirely familiar, a flush warmth and... sense of opening up like a flower in the morning sun.

I buried my snout in his neck and sniffed eagerly, drawing in that spicy musk, working my way down his chest with newfound energy. I heard him sniffing the air as well, probably smelling my growing arousal. But my own nose was too busy exploring every inch of him. The scent grew gradually stronger as I reached his belly, and then further down. I didn't understand how he could smell so good, but his crotch in particular, where the fur was a little rougher and longer around his slits, was like a magnet to me. I buried my nose into that messy fur and simply inhaled, my tongue even darting out and licking his rapidly hardening shaft.

"Hrrf, can't resist those new instincts?" Hao asked, but I didn't care about his taunting. I was doing something that felt good, which meant it was the right thing to do, rubbing my nose into that musky fur and letting his scent inflame my senses with lust again. I'd climaxed only moments before, but having become a female, it turned out I could do it all over immediately. Then again, so could the other young dragon. Youthful virility and all such things. He chuckled, grinding his hips against my muzzle, smearing my own cum over my nostrils to join his wonderful, pungent musk.

I leapt and presented myself for him, a movement that felt completely natural, as my upper body lowered towards the ground and my hips rose towards him, my tail flicking out of the way, baring my new, puffier feminine slit for him. He let out a lusty growl as he accepted the wordless invitation without hesitation, bouncing onto my back and thrust into my soaked folds, all the way to the hilt this time. It felt wonderful, even better than when I'd still had my cock, truly feeling him claim me like that, buried as deep inside my eager body as he could go. If I wasn't already pregnant I would be for sure after letting him rut me like this, but at that point, I wanted it. Needed it. And his amazing cock spread me open easily, wetly, sending a quiver of pleasure and lust through my body as it sunk into my... cunt. It felt weird, but incredibly hot, to think of myself like that.

It was a short and feverish mating. Making sure I was thoroughly bred was a powerful motivator for the furred dragon, and he was rutting into me like a beast, his thrusts short and rough. After only a few moments of pounding, I felt his shaft begin to swell again, pressed against something I'd never felt before, deep inside me. My cervix, where any eggs I had would already be bathing in his cum. The thought was enough to drive me over the edge, and I convulsed beneath him, roaring out in ecstasy even as my reshaped body rippled around his ridged shaft, milking at that length, until I felt him tense up and join my senseless roaring, as he pumped another load of his virile seed directly against the gates of my womb. We both wanted it, and he eagerly bred me, gave me everything he had, sealing my fate as an egg-filled hen.

But even despite all that, it didn't mean I'd be submissive. I didn't feel any different on that front. I merely had a newfound respect for the male. We'd rule these lands together, and he'd help me take revenge on my brothers when the time was right. Not that he'd have much choice on the matter, since I planned on having them bred, and Hao had taken away my ability to do so myself. So he'd be the one planting his seed in them. Of course, that'd have to wait until we'd laid our eggs and successfully managed to resist mating again immediately afterwards. It'd be a while.

My pets didn't seem to mind. Well, the two older brothers didn't. Talin on the other hand was all over me when he realized I was pregnant as well, and our relationship took a different turn after that, where we'd simply snuggle up and caress our swollen bellies together, often joined by Hao. The furred one only gave birth once, of course, although Talin kept pestering him to let him mount him just once, the little dragon quite excited by the idea of getting to be on top again, and lacking the near reverence he had for me, even without my manhood. Although Hao frequently pinned him down in turn, I imagined it was only a matter of time before he started to feel something like I had been, and accepted those advances. And then we'd be pregnant all over again, all five of us swollen with eggs.

Somehow, it felt a lot like heaven.