The Runt and her Consort
Another half-canonical sequel to https://www.sofurry.com/view/1417233. Commissioned by frothenwolf
In this one, our newly gender-transformed protagonist and her hermaphroditic consort continue their adventures in this strange world where every dragon seems to end as a dragoness eventually. Said consort has a plan to stop this form happening, but what would that cost? There will be more parts to this detailing it all. :3 This has a few kinks I personally enjoyed too, namely a couple getting bred side by side...
Being a dragon-queen was surprisingly hard work. Despite my pregnancy, and the subsequent hybrid whelps - admitted adorable ones, with fluffy little manes - nipping at my heels, I still had our small territory to control. At least Hao was there to help me, when he didn't get distracted by a flash of the pink little slit under my tail. It was actually rather amazing. I mean, how much power it mysteriously granted you over males. A little whiff of heat, a little glimpse of your sex, and they were rather eager to please for a chance to mount you.
Granted, I didn't let Hao do it every time he wanted. One pregnancy had been a strange experience already, though not an unpleasant one. If anything, it'd made it _very_hard to focus on tasks like patrolling our temple-territory, not only because of the added weight of a swelling belly, but also because it left me lusty like an adolescent drake. I wasn't terribly eager to repeat that experience, despite climaxing repeatedly when it was time to lay the eggs. Still, it was impossible to resist entirely, and I ended up mounted and seeded quite a few times when the urges grew too strong.
That was another strange difference between being a drake and a dragoness. I wasn't taken by my lusts quite as often, but when I was, it was far more overwhelming, a kind of arousal that left my whole body tingling and threatened to make my knees buckle when in the presence of my "mate".
Still, I needed to stay vigilant. With all that'd been going on, I'd not thought about my brothers much. They'd be about the age when they struck out on their own, now, having grown too large to fight over one plot of land, and too arrogant to live near each other. That meant they'd either be traveling west, or if any of them were smart enough to remember me, east. And in that case, they'd end up exactly where I had, a situation I had to prepare for. They were larger and much stronger than either me, Hao, or our three pets, but together, we might be able to fend one or two off. If we had a plan. If we didn't, they'd rut us all into submission.
I'd taken to calling her Qaldryn. Sometimes just Qal or Dryn. It was odd to remember that she'd been a male, at some point, because she'd taken so well to the role of a dragoness. A dominant one, at that. That'd never changed. I didn't mind. I was alright being her consort, helping her do what she did and breeding her when she wanted it. It was a life of relative luxury, even if we never quite became mates. At least, we hadn't yet. Between three obedient pets and her, I was kept pretty drained.
The problem was that I was half a dragoness myself, and one of our pets kept trying to coax me into letting him mount me. I'd seen how easily it happened to Qal, transitioning from dragon to dragoness, and I was worried. It wasn't a fate I wanted for myself, but the ache of never being filled often grew hard to ignore. I'd find myself waking up in a puddle of my own juices, sometimes with Talin eagerly nosing under my tail before I chased him off. He never _minded_that, but I knew that I'd eventually break and submit.
Sometimes, I wondered if that was just the natural lifecycle of us dragons. Begin as male, sire a few clutches, and then turn into a dragoness for the rest of our lives once that masculine vitality runs out. If so, it wasn't something I was prepared to accept. I'd sent the yellow one - Song, she was named - out scouting, talking to others, looking for any way to guarantee that I'd not end up fully female. Having a slit was hard enough. Becoming a broodmare was another entirely, and I didn't quite have that natural snarling dominance and cold northern discipline that Qal possessed that - at least for the time being - had stopped it from happening to her.
It didn't help that she had mentioned her brothers possibly coming our way, but if we were at least protected somehow, we'd have a chance. If it happened. She assured me that they weren't smart enough to intentionally follow her, but I had my doubts. If they did arrive before we found a way to deal with them, that'd be the end of my masculinity, and her free will.
Song crashed into the temple in what seemed like a state of panicked excitement. "I found them!" she exclaimed, bouncing up to me and Hao.
"Found what?" I asked. I had no idea, not before Hao clarified. She'd apparently been scouting on his behalf, which left me frowning, but I suppose it was the right thing to do.
"There's these two big dragons, proto-dragons, I think, who have figured out a way to not change our forms when mounted," she continued, excitedly, squirming as she talked. A far cry from the relatively dominant Song I'd once tamed. "Not that I know why you'd want to, with how good being a dragoness feels. Right, Dryn?"
I wasn't used to having a name, and it always took me a few moments to register. Qal, or Dryn, both were me.
"Right," I growled. It really wasn't that different. I was still myself, male or female. It didn't bother me. It hadn't shattered my mind like it seemed to do to some. I was no more submissive than before, no more eager to be bred beyond what my body itself demanded. And, of course, although I'd not admit it to my pets, being mounted did feel twice as good as a female. "So what exactly-"
"Oh, oh, and I saw a black dragon too. He didn't say much. Or notice me," she interrupted, and that made me feel a twinge of panic. I looked at Hao and saw him looking at me as if asking what we'd do.
"How far away?" I asked.
"Just at the shoreline. Looked weak from flying for too long, nursing a wing. I don't think he'll be moving much for a while," Song elaborated.
"Okay. So," I cleared my throat, forcing myself to remain calm and collected. "The proto-dragons. What are they, and why were you looking for them?"
"Insurance," Hao grumbled. He leaned against me as if looking for reassurance, something I was in short supply of. "I don't want to become a dragoness-" he paused for a moment, sheepishly glancing at me. "-not that you're not perfect as one, but the proto-dragons are ringsmiths. I heard of them before we met. That they have mates who never change despite being rutted, because of rings the old ones craft."
"So you could keep your cock," I laughed. Sure, having a cock felt really important while you still had one, but I'd discovered I didn't much mind losing mine, and seeing Hao so worried about it almost had me in tears. It was a welcome distraction. "So they'll just breed you as a male, then. Not much of a difference."
"No," he said, rather flustered in the face of my fit of laughter. "The rings will turn the tables. They'll give us a fighting chance."
I had, largely, no idea what he meant, but I did realize that any shot in the dark was better than none at all. So I agreed, if reluctantly, to seek out these ringsmiths. At least it was worth seeing what they could offer, and if there was anything we could offer them in return. Then again, being dragons, I had a pretty good idea of what the latter might be.
The thought left me warm and tingly.
Yeah, I know. Qal's reaction to me wanting to preserve what remained of my masculinity _was_fair, especially since I was the reason she lost hers. It was, maybe, a little hypocritical. But it'd already happened to her. There was no reason to let it happen to me, too.
Plus then I'd have no way of enjoying feeling her clench around me. I'd miss that feeling, definitely, and so would she, even if she wouldn't admit it.
We set off at the break of dawn the next day, leaving the three pets to keep track of what Qal's brother was up to, with orders to escape rather than fight if he approached. There wasn't much rebellion left in those three, and since Qal had managed to overcome them, a bigger dragon of the same kind would have a much easier time.
It'd been a while since I'd left our territory. Before I arrived here the first time, I'd wander the wilds freely, which I both missed and... didn't. It wasn't that my homeland wasn't beautiful, lush, full of life. But it had its dangers, ones that Qal still wasn't familiar with, and many that even I hadn't seen. Between a thousand species that tried to take advantage of you - from the colossal Eastern Dragon Lily, which I shudder to even think about to - to large draconids. Animals with draconic shapes, driven purely by instinct. Nobody knew if they were ancestors, before even the proto-dragons, or a later evolution who'd shed their intelligence.
The ringsmiths lived to the north. Not the north that Qaldryn had arrived from, merely the north of our continent. Supposedly they made no attempt to hide their presence, so they should be easy to find; get to the coastline and follow it to the northernmost point was what our pets had told me.
We'd fly until the coastline. After that, it'd be walking; things were often easier to spot from the ground. Even if a dragon didn't attempt to hide, we always built our nests in the earth itself. In the snow, for Qal, I supposed. Or in an abandoned temple.
She took a running start, and with a mighty beat of her wings, she was flying. I set off after her, trying to not get distracted by the fact that I could see every detail of her soft undercarriage, sex and all. I repeat myself, but it really was hard to believe she'd ever been male. I could smell her soft yet spicy scent on the wind, flying behind her, and it threatened to leave me swelling despite the cold winds blowing over us. I wondered if I'd ever be able to look as good, if I ended up like she had.
I put on an intentional show for Hao. This was his little plan, so it was only fair that I tease him for it. My heat was coming on ever so slowly, too, which might've played a part in my hazy justification of it, but I set off with my tail curled high to make sure my furred consort ended up staring at that slit just under it.
I could practically feel his eyes on me. Typical male. I knew I'd have been doing the same, but the... rush of naughty dominance still felt powerful. He'd be smelling me all the way to our destination and I was already tinging with anticipation for our landing. I'd probably have him mount me before we met up with the ringsmiths, pregnancies be damned. I'd need it badly by the time we arrived, knowing how my heats changed my behavior, and I'd rather have him breed me again than the dragons we were about to meet.
Still, the cold air this high up did clear my mind for the time being and I stopped thinking about him rutting me. There were more important things to consider, far more so. Suppose that the rings didn't offer what Hao had said they would, what we'd do then. If one of my brothers had actually found his way here, at least a couple more would reach us as well. The only solution I could think of was to either move further away, or confront them. Sadly, as meditative as flying was - watching the world so far below us, feeling the icy mist of clouds we cut through - I couldn't come up with any solutions.
Gods, I love flying. I know, I know, it's silly to point out as a dragon. Like a horse saying that he loves running. It was always so relaxing, though. I always thought that Qal looked cumbersome in the air. Beautiful sure, majestic even, but she struggled through the ether. My kind floated almost naturally on the currents because of our, well, natural magic. It was that contrast that really drove it home, though. I hadn't flown nearly enough since finding her - well, him, at the time I found Qal - and I could feel all my worries dissipating as we flew. There was no point in worrying about things in the air. We couldn't do anything before we arrived, anyway.
The East, I remembered now, was much bigger than the North. It took hours for me to even see the glimmer of the sea in the distance. What sea was that again? I could never remember names well. Probably because I hadn't had one before Hao gave me one. He'd explained the meaning as if it was some honor, Qal meant some kind of matriarch. And Dryn was an affectionate suffix. So I was, more or less, the Beloved Matriarch. It was still just a name, but I suppose I could see the charm of at least enjoying me enough to name me.
We approached the shoreline. From afar, it looked all but abandoned, which made me worried that all this time had been wasted. I landed in the sand, my claws gouging deep marks that'd nonetheless be swept away by the tides in hours, and looked around.
Nothing. Silence. Hao circled me in the air almost quietly, and looking up at him, I felt that warm and damp pang of familiar desire again. He seemed to be feeling the same, from how his shaft was peeking from one of his slits. Ah, there was no point in resisting it. We'd not get anything done feeling like this. I raised my tail and my hindquarters as I stretched out on the sand, offering myself in the traditional mating position.
Then the ground collapsed under me. All around me, the beach collapsed, a kind of crater forming under me.
I didn't have time to flap my wings, nor grab onto anything, and so I fell. There was some kind of cave beneath the sand, a hole. A trap, I realized as something else emerged from the shoreline, shaking off mud and sand. At first, I thought it was one of the proto-dragons, but no - it was barely draconic at all, an aquatic reptilian of some kind, with enormous claws for digging and too many limbs.
Hao wasn't the only thing that'd seen my offering, but I had the feeling this thing would just as happily eat me as it'd mount me, given how its toothy jaw was clenching. There was no intelligence for me to reach out and manipulate, just hunger_and _lust. I looked up towards Hao from the pit and didn't see him. Had he abandoned me?
It struck at me and I could briefly see a rock-hard shaft poking out from between armored thighs, and I used that opportunity to pour my power into his empty, lust-distracted skull. He convulsed, muscles seizing, but I knew it wouldn't be enough, as in mere moments it was recovering - and the discharge of magic left my wings feeling weak. Need to- need to last a few minutes-
My heart leapt into my throat as I saw that beach swallow Qal. It was one of the... sandwyrms, I think. Unintelligent draconids. Not the biggest one, but bigger than either of us, and far more equipped for violence.
It had its sights on her. Two primary eyes, I remembered. And several more along its neck. She did something to it - far from the relatively gentle mind-bending she'd done to me - and the creature almost fell. Not enough.
I landed by the edge of the pit, just out of sight, at least as long as it focused on Qal. But she was outmatched, and what could I do? I had even less offensive magic than she did. The sandwyrm was already seemingly devoured by lust, and healing either of them wouldn't do any good.
But I couldn't let it take her.
I dove down, lodging my claws into its chitinous shell, digging as deep as I could. The sandwyrm roared out in what sounded more like frustration than pain, but at least its attention was drawn to me, now. For all the good that'd do. I was going to die the moment it shook me off, but- dammit, she's worth it. I just need to distract it until, until she-
Crack.
He couldn't hold on with his harmless little claws. I watched Hao get flung off the beast's back, his head hitting a rock that still stuck in the sand. He went limp instantly, and to my surprise, seeing it made me angry. It wasn't an emotion I felt often, barely at all. Annoyed? Yes. Irritated? Often. _Furious?_This was the first time I could remember feeling that way in the East.
That fury was like fuel, burning white-hot, steady and clean. I reached into what little mind the beast had, again, and crushed it. It hurt me, too - a searing kind of pain from being in touch with its senses as it collapsed, seizing and spasming, but I didn't care. I rushed over to Hao, nudging him. I didn't want him to be dead. Not now.
I woke up with a pounding headache with Qal nudging at me. How long had it been? I didn't know. The sandwyrm lied motionless in front of me. I didn't know exactly how she'd done it, but I could feel the air surrounding her rippling with an unpleasant, jagged kind of energy, one that left it hard to even breath. Luckily, it began fading the moment I opened my eyes. Had she tapped into some kind of reserve, some deeper magic? To save me, the dragon that turned her into a dragoness?
I wasn't sure what I should feel. I guess it proved there were no hard feelings about it; after all, she'd done almost the same to me. Either that or she _needed_me. I hadn't spent enough time to really know how she thought about things, I just knew that the northern dragons tended to be cruel and calculating. Maybe that was just towards their enemies. At least I could hope. Looking at the carcass, twisted in unnatural directions - as if every nerve in its body had misfired at once, bending themselves backwards and breaking bones - there was definitely some of that cruelty in her. Or anger.
"Are you alright? We should get moving," she spoke, without a hint of compassion in her voice. Then again, her voice never betrayed much in the way of emotions. It wasn't proof of anything.
"Head feels pretty sore. I hope I... helped," rather painfully aware of how harmless I really was. I couldn't even see clawmarks on the beast's back, despite my best efforts.
"You distracted it. I killed it. Thank you," the replied, briefly brushing her muzzle against mine. "Now let's find the ringsmiths."
Straight to business, then. My first few steps were wobbly, and I struggled to climb out of the pit - plus, I felt more than a little nauseous - but we really _didn't_have any time to waste, and I knew that just as well as her.
We got off the beach as fast as we could. If I remembered anything about sandwyrms, is that they usually shared a territory for easier mating. Which meant the female would still be lurking in a pit of her own.
My ears were ringing, so loudly that I could barely hear Hao speak with his soft voice. Still, I was happy to see him alive, and already curious to see if I could use anger to fuel my powers more. We had to actually do what we came here to do, first.
We followed the shoreline a safe distance from the sand, but not so far away that we'd risk encountering whatever lurked in the trees. Hao had mentioned "dragon lilies", and I had absolutely no desire to find out what they were, least of all right now.
It didn't take long for us to find a trampled, burned path in the trees, though. The work of a dragon, or several, who didn't care about being noticed, either due to hubris and arrogance, or real strength and confidence. I'd seen both. Most of my brothers were like that.
The path led us towards the mountainside, and it wasn't until we were only a few meters away that we realized there was an opening, a yawning cave-mouth, covered by vines. Only a few meters in, two dragons about the same size us as us were waiting.
"Ooh, a northerner. Careful around them. And a native. Welcome," said the small dragon. Small, as in about my size. "I trust you're looking for rings of your own?"
"Is that the only reason anyone visits?" I asked.
"They come for the rings or they come to offer themselves to the ringsmiths," he replied, with a wide grin.
"We did both," the slightly larger one said. His belly was bloated with eggs, but he looked and smelled rather masculine. That was a good sign, at least.
"Where are the ringsmiths, then?" I continued. "They're the ones we need to speak to."
"No no no, you'll speak to us. And then, if your request is reasonable, you'll speak to them," the small one replied.
I had to grit my teeth to prevent my frills from flaring. This was one of those_dragons, I could tell. The kind who insisted on very specific procedures. The red ones were _always like this.
"Two rings," I growled. "One for Hao-" I nodded towards my consort. "-to retain what remains of his masculinity. And one for myself, to simply prevent me from being bred."
"Oh? Oh? You don't wish to be a male again?" the larger of the two quipped. "I'd imagine you started out as one. Given your demeanour."
"_That_doesn't matter to me," I snarled. If they kept provoking me they'd see how little gender really mattered for a dragon. But I had to at least try to hold that anger back, because we needed to speak to their masters. Their owners. Their partners, I didn't know what they were, to them.
"The northerners are all like that," the small one spoke. "Male or female, equally aggressive. No difference beyond what's in their slits."
I let out a choked growl, nodding at Hao. He would do better at this. He'd better do better at this.
"As Qaldryn said, we need those rings. Can you make them or not?" I asked. Poor Qal was easily frustrated by the way these ones spoke, but I was used to it.
"We can't," the small red one chirped. "But our masters can. Come..."
They turned around, and we followed. It seemed they were deliberately trying to antagonize Qal. Maybe they'd encountered the black dragons of the north before. They led us deeper into a cave, seemingly carved into the mountain by the dragons themselves. The passages were massive, which told me the ringsmiths really were proto-dragons.
I just hoped they'd be reasonable. Qal was still drained from meeting the sandwyrm, and even if she wasn't - I didn't want to kill everything I met. Peaceful solutions were the best. Or lusty ones, like the one Qal and me had arrived at. I would always prefer to heal others, but some dragons simply couldn't be healed. Couldn't accept anything but bitter defeat.
We arrived in a final chamber deep below the mountain, where the air was almost unbearably hot for me. I couldn't imagine how Qal felt with her affinity for cold, but at least she didn't have fur. It was sweltering, and the room was illuminated only by the glow of flame- no, not flame, but molten stone and metal. And in the middle of it all, like demons, stood the proto-dragons, tall and mighty. Both black, but one splashed with green and the other with a dull red.
The first thing that struck me was how similar they looked to Qaldryn. If not in size, then certainly in appearance. The same curved horns, the same sharp, angular features, and the same oily black sheen. The northern dragons must've been their direct descendants.
We found the "proto-dragons". At first glance I thought they were my brothers, or my parents, having made it here and positioned themselves as some kind of demi-gods. The resemblance was uncanny enough that it made my frills flare on pure instinct. Yet, some details were wrong. Their colors, the smells. The fact that both of them appeared to have external sheaths and testicles. Yes, I am aware of how single-minded even noticing that sounds, but rest assured, my heat all but forced me to look at them that way. You'd do the same, reader, if you felt that empty, thrumming need.
Still, I managed once again to keep my composure. The enormous dragons looked at the two smaller ones, and I could've sworn they communicated telepathically. I could not sense anything, but there was a clear understanding.
"Ah, yes. Newcomers. A runt and a harmless whelp," the green one murmured with some amusement. I held my tongue. This wasn't a fight we needed.
"Two helpless dragonlings, come to seek our aid, they have," the other continued. His breath smelled like rot and decay, but thankfully, the heat of the room burned the stench away quickly.
"They seek our rings. Yes, the rings. One wishes to remain male- no, half male," the first rumbled, breaking out into a deep chuckle. "And the other, I cannot tell. What is it you wish, little dragoness?"
Like two evil genies. I couldn't tell if those were their true personalities, or an act they put up to scare away favor-seekers like ourselves. I suspected the latter, though, given that their smaller mates both seemed quite happy, if mischievous.
"All I want is to not risk becoming a broodmare. The ring should prevent me from conceiving as long as I wear it," I replied.
"A simple task," both of the proto-dragons spoke at once, their voices blending together. "And what will you pay, the both of you?" one asked, only for the other to answer his question. "They'll pay with their bodies. Yes, they'll let us inseminate and breed them."
Did he come up with that idea only to spite and mock me, given what I'd just requested? I watched Hao squirm at the thought. He hadn't enjoyed his pregnancy like I had. Maybe it was the male hormones that remained with him.
"How do we know the rings work? Do we have any guarantee that I won't become a... a dragoness, if we let you breed us?" I asked. Ugh. The thought made me feel rather tingly, as if my body thought it was a great idea. An amazing one. My mind disagreed.
"You have our word," the green proto-dragon rumbled, with every syllable practically dripping with amusement.
"Our words," the reddish one correct. "We cannot break them, no. Ask our little consorts."
"He speaks the truth, of course," the smaller dragon answered, without needing to be asked. "We made the same deal, once! The rings do what the smiths swear they will do. They can do nothing less."
"And so I swear," the green proto-dragon spoke, holding up a small golden ring. "That this ring shall keep the form of its wearer stable. It will not shift, nor morph, no matter what, as long as the ring is worn... around their cock."
"My- what? My... couldn't you make it a normal ring?" I huffed in frustration.
"I swear, in turn, that this one-" the reddish one spoke in turn. "-shall prevent its wearer from conceiving, or being reduced to a broodmare. It shall be worn around... huh."
"I take it you have little experience with dragonesses?" Qal quipped, her tone sounding downright sharp and venomous, striking deep.
"-as a piercing, through your clitoris," the proto-dragon growled, a rusty red spreading through his green wings. A kind of primitive blush. His pride was clearly wounded, but the ring shifted in his hand, becoming thinner. "Stick it through. And then present yourself."
His cock was already slipping out of its sheath, but he was looking at me. The other dragon chuckled knowingly.
"I'll take the dragoness," he purred. "Unlike my brother, I do know how to mate with one..."
He sounded surprisingly average, all of a sudden. As if he'd discarded the intimidating mask, satisfied that we were genuine in our intents. And of course, he was fully erect too, throbbing as his gaze drifted to Qal. I felt a pang of... of jealousy, somehow. She wasn't mine, I shouldn't have. He sniffed the air, and spoke, in a low grumble. "Rrh, it has been a while since I felt a proper dragoness clenching around me."
Of course, I was half a dragoness myself. I suppose genitals didn't matter as much to them. Still, I took the ring, and Qal took hers in turn. We looked at each other briefly, and I could tell the thought excited her. At least, it excited her more than me, given that I could see wetness glistening along her hind legs.
Gods, my heat was hitting me hard, now. Suddenly it was readily apparent that I'd not had any chance to get rutted by Hao earlier, thanks to the sandwyrm, and even the mention of breeding left me feeling dizzy. For a moment I suspected it was their doing, but no, it was the natural reaction to being surrounded by all these handsome, virile males. So eager to seed me, including the largest of them. There was something demeaning to it, trading a clutch of eggs for their rings like a common slut, but I justified it by reminding myself that there was nothing else I could do but accept that thick, throbbing cock sinking into me and breeding me.
That was the hardest part about being a dragoness. It might have been the best part too, given how beautiful just giving into those urges felt.
I turned around and raised my tail. Immediately, I felt the older dragon's hot breath against my bare slit. I barely noticed the smell anymore. Hao, next to me, hesitated a little longer, but eventually, with a frustrated groan, he followed my lead, hiking his tail up and baring his slits to "his" breeder-to-be. I heard the two smaller dragons whispering to each other as they watched us. No doubt they were going to enjoy seeing their mates breed someone else for once.
"I'll let you watch him get mounted first," my dragon hissed, tracing his talons gently along my wet inner thigh. "So wet and desperate, aren't you? What a good hen you'll be," he murmured. "Watch..."
I did. I couldn't have taken my eyes off them even if I'd wanted to. The green drake reached to slip a ring around Hao's protruding shaft, working it down along it, and Hao moaned quietly in response. No doubt did it feel good, not given how a droplet of precum was forcing at his tip. I couldn't see his more feminine slit, but if he was feeling anything like me, he had to be dripping by now.
The proto-dragon didn't waste any time, and mounted him as I stared breathlessly, feeling my own breeder's heat against my slit. My eyes were glued to Hao's face as the other male's hips nudged and twitched, positioning himself to claim him.
"Ready for a clutch?" he purred. "Moan for me, little one."
With another motion of his hips, he sunk that beautiful cock into Hao. I couldn't tell if he buried himself under his tail or in his slit, but my consort gasped as he was taken, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. God, it was such an erotic sight. Then, he moaned with need.
Soon I'd be moaning too, and the thought threatened to make my knees buckle.
I didn't _want_to be bred, but his massive shaft thrusting into me - into that unfamiliar female part of me - made me moan regardless, the sheer size forcing the air out of my lungs in a pleasured cry. And hearing myself moan like that made me blush. I couldn't deny how good it felt, though. I could feel every fleshy ridge of his shaft, burning hot inside me, almost impossibly deep. The last time anyone had mounted me had been Qal, when she was still capable, and now, this was scratching some long-neglected itch deep inside me, a sensation that made by mind swim and my body clench around him.
"That's right, just relax and I'll make you a happy, pregnant hen," the dragon on top of me growled. I was about to growl but then he started thrusting, and any words I tried to produce shattered into high-pitched whimpers and moans.
I pushed back. Watching Hao get mounted was too much. I needed it, needed to feel the same way he did. And by some miracle I managed to catch the proto-dragon's tapered cockhead with my sex. We both groaned in unison.
"So eager. Alright, I won't keep you waiting;" he rumbled, and bucked his hips back against me. My world melted into white-hot pleasure as my heat-struck slit finally got what it'd been yearning for. One of two things, at least. I could feel his very heartbeat inside me, that's how sensitive the heat had left me. "Let me just -ngh- give your body what it needs."
And I moaned too. Loudly and shamelessly vocalizing my pleasure at the top of my lungs, in ecstatic roars and blissful whimpers, as he mated with me. Hearing Hao sound just the same next to me made it even better.
I could hear Qal's stud murmuring, constantly stoking every fantasy she had, degrading and yet seducing. Mine was almost entirely quiet but for breathy grunts as he drove his breeding rod into me over and over again. I could already feel him swelling, could feel his heavy sack slapping against my shaft with each thrust. I had to wonder how long it'd been since he mated. How much seed he's saved up, all of which would be pumping into me in just a few moment, if I allowed him to continue.
I didn't have much of a choice, really. I had to let him continue, and my body was practically cheering him on, squeezing and milking at his throbbing shaft joyfully as he got closer and closer to his climax. At least it wouldn't be a drawn-out surrender. And, at least, I'd be sharing the experience with Qal. Her apparent pleasure - that crying, wailing happiness at having someone rut her heat away - did get me going, too. Maybe it was her mind influencing mine, but I couldn't help but to, on some level, want to feel the proto-dragon's cum spurt into me and fertilize me. Almost as if I was in heat too.
It didn't look like the red one was far behind either. He was mercilessly fucking Qal, faster and faster. Again, I felt that jealousy - but it was quickly pounded out of me as the other male made a few more hammering thrusts, and then grew still.
I felt his cock expand inside me, and then a wet heat blossoming somewhere deep in my core. It was so intense that I came, too, wasting my seed on the cave floor in heavy throbs, even as my body sucked his into me with each ecstatic quiver and contraction. It was like molten stone inside me, impossibly hot, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it'd take root in me. In the throes of that mind-shattering orgasm, I wanted nothing more than to see Qal experience it too. And she did.
I was barely aware of my insemination. I just felt a wonderful spurt of heat inside me, and the world went white. The sheer euphoria of being bred when in heat, indescribable, engulfed me. I lost track of what kind of sounds I made, lost track the fact that Hao was being bred next to me, lost track of everything except that delicious throbbing and soothing warmth deep inside me. I collapsed onto the floor at some point, limply, and my stud followed me, making sure to never let his shaft slip out before I was sure to be pregnant.
Good. I didn't want him to. I wanted it. I wanted every slimy drop of his precious little swimmers, safely deposited inside my wanting womb.
At least, for a few minutes of wet, twitching ecstasy I did. After that, I felt frustrated that this had to happen. The afterglow made it hard to be _too_annoyed, but it remained there, gnawing at me like a stone stuck under my scales.
He remained inside me a while longer, even after Hao's stud left him alone. For almost half an hour I could feel him twitching inside me, oozing a steady stream of cum into me.
"Rrrh. There we go," he finally rumbled, his talons slipping down to briefly touch my belly. Somewhere around where I think my womb was. As if he could sense that I'd been successfully fertilized the moment it happened. It sent a warm shiver through my body.
"That should do it, you're going to swell with a beautiful clutch. And now, this, to prevent it from happening again..." he added, and then, suddenly, he clipped the ring onto me, sending a jolt of - to my surprise - pleasure through me. There was no pain at all as the ring pierced my swollen clit. Rather, only a convulsion of pleasure that made me, unwittingly, grind my sex against the proto-dragon's scaly groin. He pulled out of me with a lewd slurp, his seed gushing out onto the cave floor. It didn't matter, it'd already done its job inside me. Already fertilized me, made sure I'd be laying more eggs soon.
"Ah, yes. One detail we didn't have time to mention," the red proto-drake rumbled, with a satisfied, triumphant grin on his face, as he laid down on the cave floor, luxuriating in that masculine satisfaction of having seeded someone. "The rings work by draining the masculinity of those who mount you. In other words, you'll still have to offer yourselves for rutting."
"...would that mean that-" I stuttered. I was still breathless from how hard he'd taken me, and could feel his plentiful seed inside me. Warm, sticky, and ever so potent, looking to make me swell with a clutch.
"No. It will not reverse what has already changed. But the masculine energies will stop you from conceiving. Meanwhile, they will change, as your consort otherwise would," he smiled.
I wasn't entirely pleased by that "catch", especially considering it meant I'd have to submit to my brothers. The thought of them driving their shafts into me was viscerally disgusting, and yet, my heat hadn't ebbed yet. The thought of _any_cock filling me was at least as arousing as the thought of my brothers doing it was off-putting.
Hao, too, looked less than pleased. No doubt that he was already asking himself what else the proto-dragons hadn't told us. Still, we had a course of action now, a safety net for whatever happened if my brothers found us. And soon, two more clutches of eggs, and whelps to take care of.
I felt oddly warm, content, and undeniably feminine, thinking of it.