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**Putting Sister in her Place

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr**

Revakulgr lay basking on the front lawn, his foreclaws crossed before him, head high and alert, awaiting a very important guest. His dewinged sister was watching after their children under the watchful gaze of several kobolds as well as his own. She had attempted to fight his mate, who was a formidable matriarch despite being human, and had lost. Rain had been rather disgusted with him for removing his sibling's wings, but she had asked him to handle the situation as a dragon would. She therefore had no right to complain when he did so, as he had explained, but he had also asked that she take a day away from the house for this particular visit. Sethistra was still, technically, a dragon despite her loss of limbs, but that would be changing. With the human's delicate constitution where such things were concerned, it was best that she absent herself, and she had asked that he not expose their offspring to such things just yet either. While he would have disagreed on that point had they been full dragons, he understood that half-human young might not quite prepared for the mercenary attitudes that dragons displayed when dispensing justice. He did, however, insist that they be allowed to meet his mother, which was the only reason they had been allowed to remain at home. Rain had already met the Kaliastr when she was accepted by the matriarchs, but their hatchlings had not yet been introduced.

When the large form darkened the sky and wings beat like thunderclaps, he roared out his greeting while the kobolds quickly cleared a space for the matriarch to land. She was half again his size, and the backwash of her landing kicked up dust and grass clippings before she hit the earth with a thump. He was already butting against her chest before she'd finished furling her wings, and she gave him a light nip behind his horns, making him purr with pleasure. He did not spend nearly enough time with his mother, as he well knew and she often advised, and he wondered that he did so, though it was infrequent that she was without a clutch of squalling hatchlings about when she was at home. He supposed that he would have to invite her more frequently now that he had his own for her to dote over.

"Well, now, where are those little offspring you've been bragging so much about siring?" she inquired, craning her neck towards the clustered kobolds where his hatchlings hid. "I'm surprised your mate let you around them so young, but she's tamed you quite nicely now, hasn't she, little thunderstorm?"

Revakulgr coughed to cover his embarrassment, though he caught Sathistra's quickly hidden grin, and gestured for his children to be brought forward. Kaliastr settled herself down so as to seem less intimidating to the half-human toddlers, and half a dozen of her own kobolds slid from her back to mingle with his, nuzzling and sniffing at one another in greeting. The trio of small hatchlings weren't even the size of one of her claws, but he had not the slightest fear as she coaxed them onto a palm and brought them up to greet properly, taking in their scent and giving them a few licks each. The three rambunctious children were quick to embrace her nose and scramble up to clamber along her spine. As Rain had put it, they were as energetic as puppies and as apt to climb as monkeys, and his mother was quite happy to let them play between the shelter of her wings, keeping her head half turned to watch over them.

"So, I hear that there's a particularly interesting piece of news that you've been wanting to deliver," the grand dame murmured, purposefully ignoring her runt of a daughter, and Revakulgr couldn't help but grin widely.

"Oh yes," he agreed. "I am certain that you have heard already, but Rain was issued official challenge as my mate. A particularly inferior female thought to steal me from her. Rain was quite successful in defending her claim, as you can see, and it seems that we have acquired ourselves a drake. I do hope that you brought what I requested. It would be... slightly annoying to have to go fetch it myself, though I don't doubt that you would do a most excellent job of guarding my territory and my young."

She gave him a fond grin and chuckled, whistling up one of her kobolds. The little attendant trotted over to offer him a package clasped between its hands, as large as its own head, and he eagerly tore away the wrapper. It was similar to the gel capsules that humans often used for medication, but it contained something far more potent: a tailored retrovirus that would selectively replace and alter Sathistra's genes, eternally transforming her and leaving behind trace markers that would forever mark her shame.

"Now, Revakulgr, you well know that this won't be the first time one of my offspring has been draked," Kaliastr advised, shuffling slightly to keep his children from tumbling down her side. "Let's not make a habit of this, though. I'll give you this one, as she did give challenge and lost, but I won't have you going after any of your other sisters."

"Of course not, mother," he agreed, though he grumbled inside. It would have been quite entertaining to have the whole clutch in his grasp, with himself the only remaining viable offspring, but he would obey her wishes. "Shall we allow the hatchlings to be returned to the nursery? Rain has requested that they not see what comes next."

"Oh, very well, but make sure to bring them to see me as soon as they're fit to be flown. I won't have you spoiling them with human conveyances. They'll need to work hard if they want those tiny little wings to carry them one day."

He chuckled then called for Kodo and Podo, as Rain had insisted on naming their breeders, who gathered up the trio of younglings to secure them in the safety of the nursery. Then he beckoned his runt of a sister towards him. She cringed and whined, but crept forward to accept her fate, not daring to beg their mother for mercy or intervention. She had known the cost her gamble incurred, and nary a dragon would save her from it. She eventually reached him, lying on her stomach and giving him piteous looks, but when he wedged the transformative pill between her jaws, she swallowed it without further complaint, and the retrovirus began its work. Of course, the mutagenic capsule was only part of the process. Her wings had already been peeled from her flesh, leaving long lines of jagged scar tissue that was only just beginning to heal, but there was more to being a drake than the lack of wings. The two dragons moved away from the runt, sitting together with Revakulgr pressed to his mother's side, purring contentedly, and the kobolds swarmed the small female.

Sathistra swiftly began to shiver and shudder as her dna was altered and rewritten, her flesh loosening as those parts which made her a dragon began to be rejected, and the kobolds took advantage of it to begin working those bits free. It was rather gory work, and he began to understand why his mate may find such things unpleasant. Small hands worked their way beneath skin and scale, yet more tugging at the horns that topped the female's head, tugging and rocking and pulling at them until the first broke free with a sucking sound. Ichor welled to fill the hole, quickly crusting over as she roared out her agony, but she did not toss her head or writhe. That might have hurt the attendants, and she no longer had rights to do such things whether she desired to or not. She clawed at the grass and lashed her tail, but she held still as they worked at removing the second of her horns. Kaliastr rumbled approval.

"Well, at least she is dragon enough to accept this properly," the elder matriarch praised. "I had to hold the last one down the whole time, and do it myself. Wait until your little ones get a bit larger and need a bath. You'd be amazed how very annoying that a squirming wyrmling can become. Did you intend to breed your drake? Maybe you can give me a daughter worth having, if you don't mind sending the clutch along."

"Certainly, mother. I had planned to breed her quite frequently, though I've already told her that I would feed her the clutches. I can hold back one for you, if you'd like."

Sathistra glared at him, though her eyes snapped closed as the second horn came free, eliciting another roar of agony that cut off in a gag as the kobolds began to invade her mouth. They worked their hands beneath her gums, extracting every single fang from her mouth. It would be replaced by a cartilaginous plate in a week or two, allowing her to chew but preventing any real biting. The teeth came free far more easily than her horns, the virus having progressed in its work, and they were left piled before the two dragons. Revakulgr had already contacted a particular company which would have them sealed in crystal for display, a common trophy amongst matriarchs after a challenge, though usually their foe was honorably slain. This was considered to be the worst punishment that could be inflicted upon a dragon, stealing away everything noble about their being, but he felt that his conniving sibling deserved it, and their mother had agreed well enough not to dispute it. The last step left them with a second pile, all of Sathistra's claws ripped free from their moorings. Those, too, would be enshrined with her fangs, and he looked forward to picking out the arrangement. He would be narrowing the options himself, but he would force her to decide which was the final selection. One last little insult to pile atop the others, and a bit petty, but he was not known for his kindness.

When the process was finished, the female drake lay panting and moaning on her side, her blood having quickly curdled and scabbed over. Her toothless mouth gaped, her tongue lolling on the ground, and it seemed like a perfectly opportune moment to offer her a little refreshment while laying claim to his newest acquisition. He stood and padded over, lifting a hind leg and taking careful aim before releasing his bladder. It splashed against her face, and she shuddered at the stinging fluid invading her ruined mouth but lapped at the stream. He made sure to coat her head quite thoroughly, purposefully angling himself to maneuvering his hind quarters, ensuring that she was thoroughly coated with his scent, which had the added effect of beginning the last stage. It wasn't one that was always applied to drakes, but he'd asked his mother to include it for his own enjoyment. It didn't take very long for Sathistra to realize what was happening, either. The scent marking had locked his claim on her into the genetics that now fueled her body and started her reproductive processes at a rather increased rate. She would be constantly in season, able to be bred the very second that a clutch was laid, and she squirmed against the ground as she felt the needful heat growing beneath her tail.

She whined and whimpered, inching her way towards their mother, and he let her do so. He was more curious to see what would happen than anything else, considering that drakes were completely disowned creatures, and he was not entirely surprised when his mother cuffed the female with a fisted foreclaw, knocking her tumbling across the grass. Sathistra tried again, putting on her most pitiful expression, whining and chirping like a hatchling, and received the same treatment. Kaliastr's patience ran out at the third attempt to garner her pity, and she slammed one foreclaw against the drake's shoulders, using the other to lift her tail and aim the drake's now leaking and quite puffy vent in his direction.

"I believe that this creature is in need of attention, Revakulgr," she growled, giving Sathistra's tail another yank that nearly dislocated the drake's spine. "Please do be a good boy and handle it, unless you'd prefer that I dismantle it into its component parts."

He considered that for only a moment before pacing forward obediently. Rain had specified that he wasn't to kill Sathistra, and he was certain that she'd count allowing his mother to do so as the same thing. Kaliastr let go of the drake's tail as he approached, and it tucked firmly against the small female's vent, hiding it from him. He let out a displeased growl, nipping at the offending appendage, but she refused to move it. He quite firmly took hold of the base between his jaws and applied pressure, slowly sinking his fangs through her scales and into the muscle beneath, making plain his intention to slowly sever it if she did not comply. She eventually let out a pathetic squeal and thrashed it, then dutifully allowed it to be pushed aside once he released her. He took in the sight with relish, giving her enflamed sex a long lap to coat his tongue with her flavor, much altered from the last time he'd taken her only a week prior. As if the sight of her were not enough, every dragon who caught a whiff of her altered aroma would know that a drake was nearby, and he looked forward to seeing how many males she attracted. While he planned to claim every clutch that he could, it might be fun to lend her to some of his acquaintances for a time or two. Some of them were far less gentle than he.

He gave the underside of her tail a last nip, just to watch her jump when his fangs grazed the sensitive scales, then pressed forward to mount her. He had expected his mother to release the drake, but instead she pressed forward herself, moving to one side. She trapped the drake's head beneath a hind paw to keep it in place, then arched herself around to get a good view as Revakulgr aligned his erected maleness with the female's needy breeding hole. Sathistra, of course, was still not quite done, troublesome brat that she'd always been. When she felt his tip brush against her swollen nethers, she began to kick her hind legs and tear at the lawn with her fores, blunted tips plowing up furrows. Kaliastr let her disapproval be known with a sharp bite to the drake's flank that left a bleeding mimickry of her bite radius and ground the drake's head into the earth with her hind paw. After that, the drake fell still, and Revakulgr let out a pleased rumble, but he was going to punish her in his own way as well. He dug his foreclaws into her hips, making sure to draw further blood, and slowly sank himself into her, feeding her his shaft by tiny increments. It was slightly torturous for himself as well, but he wasn't the one who was in season.

When he finally had seated himself to the root within her, his sheath bunched against her slit and his laden sack resting against her, he held himself there and waited. It didn't take very long. She had always been impetuous, impulsive, and impatient. After less than a minute, she was trying to grind against him, squirming and wriggling. With her head pinned by the larger dragoness and her hind end controlled by himself, she had little leverage to do much more, but he met each movement with a flex of his claws or a sharp nip to the base of her neck, teaching her that nothing in her new existence was her own to claim. She would be allowed what he gave her, and no more. It took several minutes of that before she finally began to learn that lesson and eventually settled on clenching and flexing around him, her inner flesh pulsing with every beat of her heart, the need of her unnatural cycle flooding through her. He allowed her that much as she trembled beneath him, forcing her to remain that way for several more minutes before he believed that she was taking to her training well enough. Then he pulled back his hips and began to rut her well and properly.

His hips slapped against hers, his shaft slicing through her folds, his ridges plucking at her walls, balls bouncing off her her vent, her feminine lubrication slopping out with each thrust to trickle down her legs, and Kaliastr continued to watch, giving an approving rumble. He went so far as to lift the hind leg on her side, digging his talons into the drake's flank to keep it in place, giving his mother an unimpeded view as he bred the female, and was surprised to feel the warm wetness of a tongue encircle his swaying sack. It made him falter as he glanced back at her questioningly.

"I've been through breedings more times than you have," she explained, "and I've alway found that a male is more productive when he has a bit of encouragement. You do want to ensure a nice big clutch, especially this first time, do you not?"

He could only offer her a nod of agreement and she resumed her attentions, going so far as to slurp his sack into her mouth, her front fangs teasing against the thin skin and delicate scales. Then she slurped, the suction dragging him back towards her and making all of his toes curled as he fought not to empty himself right then and there. This was not a situation that he had ever envisioned, and he most certainly hadn't considered his dame in the light of sexual experience. Then she butted her nose against his rump, pushing him forward once more, and her tongue slithered out to insert itself between his sheath and the drake's entrance, caressing the very sensitive flesh behind his knot. Kaliastr took complete control of the situation, stealing his own initiative, and he was helplessly caught by her machinations. Slurp and bump, backwards and forth, she drove him to an absolutely frustrating level of arousal without letting him work up a pace that would stimulate him fully to his peak. When she finally released him, he glanced back at her with a whine before daring to do anything else. It was rather infrequent to have such tender parts of his anatomy manhandled in that way, and he would prefer that she didn't take it any further.

Then she gave his rump a pat, and he resumed his earlier pounding, though this time with a half-swollen knot slamming through the drake's entrance as well. It didn't take him much longer to fully engorge, leaving him to hump in short pumps, feeling the drake's entrance seal tightly behind the bulb, and when he peaked it was as if he'd hadn't been fucking her senseless for the entire week since she'd been defeated. He filled her and filled her, his claws clenched tightly into her flesh, until he felt his seed come bubbling out past the seal of his knot to dribble down onto his still clenching balls. When it finally passed, he didn't bother turning and just collapsed atop the drake, feeling himself still giving small jumps and spurts inside of her. He had to fan his wings out to let the light breeze wash over him, feeling quite a bit overheated. Kaliaster moved to lie beside him, extending one of her own wings to offer him some shade as she licked at his cheeks and head affectionately.

"Now, then, wasn't that a bit better?" she inquired, and he could only nod weakly. "Well, I've heard stories about your prowess with the females, and I thought I might well know a few tricks that you've never heard of. It takes more than just a few good thrusts to properly breed a dragoness, after all, or even a drake. I'm certain that this one will take, but I can stick around for a few hours if you would like to make it completely certain." He offered another nod, accompanied by a slight whimper, and she laughed. "Well, child, make sure to come visit after the clutch is laid, so that you can bring me my new daughter, and maybe you'd like to give me a few more, hm?"

Revakulgr blinked and decided to lay his head down on the cool grass. He must be overheated. But he also dared not disappoint Kaliastr. Besides, he very much wanted to experience that a few more times to see if he could work out the trick of it. A few of the kobolds might be able to pull it off if they worked together, and he was of the mind that Rain might enjoy the excess filling as well.

The End