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Kaz's life had gotten a lot more complicated ever since his unfortunate transformation by the hippogryphs. Having female genitals was weird, and it was doubly weird when he was otherwise male. Somehow, he'd been expecting his very identity to change, that he'd begin to think of himself as a female, but that wasn't the case. He was still the same old Kaz, except with a pussy. There was, thankfully, no dysphoria. It didn't feel wrong, but it did feel weird._The way he'd _clench and grow wet rather than growing hard when he got aroused was odd, and mildly bothersome. Not that getting hard in public was exactly fun, but getting wet - and feeling that wetness drool down his backside - felt even more embarrassing.

The worst part, though, was that while previously he'd mainly been attractive to females, it now seemed like his pheromones had changed, and he found male dragons drawn to him. To them, he was effectively female, it seemed. Every time he got aroused, he could practically hear them sniffing the air, trying to pinpoint where the strangely alluring scent came from. It was his cue to tuck his tail between his legs and make himself scarce before one tried mounting him.

Well, except for Val. He had to let the blackscale mount him or he'd tell everyone what'd happened. It was always just as degrading, having to present himself and having the clumsy drake eagerly mount him, just using that new, deep, feminine vent for his pleasure. Like some kind of toy for him to dump his cum into. Yet, and this was what got to Kaz the most, it felt good._It wasn't exactly unexpected; his new body _was designed to pleasure a cock, after all, and doing so gave him pleasure in turn. Val took every moan and especially every orgasm as a show of submission, even if they were merely his body's natural reactions, driving home just how cute Kaz was when getting bred.

Beyond just using him, it also seemed like Val was developing a crush on him. He seemed to take great pride in watching his handiwork slowly oozing out of Kaz's bred slit, occasionally nuzzling at the redscale even in public. Clearly, then, Kaz wasn't the only one confused.

Val hadn't actually bred him, though. That was the hippogryph's privilege, and that was the most awkward part of it. His belly was slowly swelling with a clutch, what felt like half a dozen healthy hippogryph eggs. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide it; already a few classmates had commented about him putting on weight. He tried to laugh it off, but knowing that he was actually carrying the eggs of those sexy, dominant beasts still made his cheeks burn an even fiercer crimson red. Some of them had to know, or at least suspect it; other dragons weren't stupid. No doubt some thought he was actually just an unusually masculine female. Others might've pieced together that he was pregnant, too. Thankfully, only Val really knew the extent of what the hippogryphs could do to a dragon.

His parents, at least, hadn't commented on anything yet. They had to know, he thought, but as long as they didn't bring it up, he wouldn't have to actually confront it.

That day, in school, he was once again getting rutted by Val in a nearby forest, while on a break. The blackscale's claws were digging into his scales as he pounded into him with feverish, youthful energy. Val seemed to have damn near endless stamina and cum, and their matings were becoming increasingly frequent as a result.

"Gods, you're so much better like this," Val growled, leaning down to nip at Kaz's neck. "Should've -rrfg- been born as a female, with what a wet slut you are."

He liked hammering it home. Val enjoyed, more than anything, establishing his dominance over the redscale. Maybe it was because the black dragons were usually smaller and weaker, or maybe it was because they'd always had a bit of a personal rivalry. Kaz, for his part, was indeed rather wet. He could hear how wet he was with each frantic buck of Val's hips, his new sex practically _slurping_on the other male's cock. He couldn't help that part; the friction of the ridged breeding rod sliding into him made his entire body quiver. It left his legs weak, his gaze unfocused, and it forced every embarrassing moan and whimper to spill openly from his lips. It didn't help that his body _eagerly_played along, clenching and squeezing on Val's cock as if worshipping it in anticipation of being filled with his cum again.

"You know, I want to see you get fucked by those hippogryphs next time," Val groaned. He was getting close. He'd mounted Kaz enough times that he recognized the signs; the way he began to tremble, the rapid breathing as his orgasm approached. And of course, more than anything, how his cock flared, the ridges digging into what felt like every traitorous, sensitive spot inside him, all but _forcing_him to join the blackscale in his pleasure. "And- nngh, fuck, I'm getting close- laying their eggs, too. Gods, you're such a perfect female."

Val was one of the ones who thought of Kaz as fully female, no matter how much the latter protested. In a way, he supposed he was, in all but mind. Not that there was much difference between male and female dragons other than their genitals.

Kaz dug his claws into the mossy ground, clenching his teeth to try to keep himself from moaning as he got closer and closer, himself. It was always mortifying to cum around Val's cock. Something he'd never get used to, no matter how good it felt. Yet he couldn't help it. The orgasms were, at least, much better like this. Much more intense, to the point of making his toes curl and his whole body shake. He panted breathlessly as Val pounded him towards the edge of climax. Once again, he was going to submit to the other male's dominance, and Val was all too happy to further cement his mastery over Kaz's new body.

Then, at his peak, Val thrust deep under Kaz's upturned tail. Kaz felt him pulsate and throb in rapid rhythm inside him, like his cock was straining against his soft inner walls. A familiar sense of thick heat followed. He'd had a pussy for months now and it still felt strange to have another male cum inside him. Not bad, but strange. Like they were invading his very being and... adding their own essence to it. In a way, it was sublime. And it gave him such a deep,deep sense of satisfaction, like that warm mess of their release soaked directly into his bloodstream, relaxing him, leaving him aglow and almost intoxicated.

It was always enough to make him cum, too, and this time was no exception. He moaned out - barely avoiding the instinct to moan Val's name - and dug his claws into the ground as he came. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-encompassing. He quivered and then clenched around the other dragon's cock, groaning with each orgasmic twitch of his sex. Gods, in that moment, he wanted it, and he wanted it badly. His pussy glutted on the seed it was being pumped full off, each drop like liquid pleasure, sucked deep into his already full womb from where it splattered against his cervix.

If it wasn't for the fact that his two lovers were a bestial hippogryph and his worst rival, Kaz felt like he could get used to this. Raising his tail for someone he truly loved and letting them... seed him. Let them swell his belly with eggs. He _almost_felt like that about Val too, though surely any such feelings were only primitive, automatic reactions toward the male who had mounted and filled him.

The two of them collapsed into a panting tangle under the trees. Silence was the only option. The aftermath, though tingly and pleasant, was always a little awkward. For Kaz, it was the obvious fact of getting rutted by his rival. For Val, the fact that he eagerly did the mating, even though Kaz was still, in some meaning of the word, male. Well, that and how badly he needed it, how loudly his masculine drive screamed at him to keep doing it.

In that silence, though, Kaz was forming an idea in his head. Val wanted to watch him lay and get bred anew by his distant hippogryph mate. It might be the perfect opportunity to get something in the way of revenge. Not that being turned into a broodfather was some great punishment - he found himself very much enjoying it - but it was humiliating. And a dose of humility was exactly what the blackscale needed.

Yet, he had no idea how he'd accomplish such a thing. Maybe an opportunity would arise. Maybe he could... ugh. Kaz was distracted by the feeling of Val's sticky seed oozing out of his slit and onto his legs. More parts to wipe _damn_clean before he returned for the next class.

He did so to the best of his ability, but each time he thought he was clean enough he could feel some more of Val's cum dripping out. The young drake sure came a lot. It was only natural, Kaz supposed, that he would, now that he finally had someone to mate with. From what he knew, he'd actually taken Val's virginity too. Most of the females weren't interested in him because of his caustic attitude, but Kaz? Kaz didn't really have a choice but to raise his tail for him.

Still, life went on, following that routine. Val would mount him several times as a day, if they had the opportunity to. Over time, Kaz liked it more and more, even if he didn't exactly like who was doing it. The others, or at least most of them, seemed to believe his excuse about putting on some weight as his belly kept swelling. At least it wasn't like with the mammals. The laying would be a relatively relaxed experience, from what he'd heard.

Towards the end of his time as an incubator, he felt like his belly was bumping against everything, like it was dangerously close to scraping against the ground as he walked around. It wasn't quite that bad, of course, but he felt like it was. Kaz felt, in fact, like everyone who looked at him knew exactly what he'd done, and what he was now.

Then, when the cramps started, it got worst. The first time it happened he thought he'd be laying right then and there, but that never happened. Instead, it was evidently to be taken as a warning. It'd happen soon, and he had to be ready for it. Ideally, "ready" meant being with the hippogryphs so he'd have someone to take care of his offspring, which he certainly couldn't while also attending school. Not if there were anywhere near as many eggs growing inside him as it felt like.

Luckily, it was almost summer break. Serendipitous timing, really, because that meant he had an excuse. He was old enough that he could do whatever he wanted, even if his parents were naturally curious. He'd just have to think up a sufficiently good excuse. After a few hours spent thinking about it on one of the increasingly warm and humid summer evenings, he decided on what he'd tell them. Kaz would claim he and Val were going to go to his family's summer home. It was the best excuse he could come up with. The problem was that his parents _knew_he and Val were rivals, but there was no other plausible reason for him to go away for... however long it took before his body decided it was ready. Hopefully not more than a week. Kaz wasn't sure if he could even handle sleeping with a herd of animals for that long.

Either way, he was left with precious little choice. The moment summer vacation officially began, he told his parents that he'd be heading off with Val for a little.

"Weren't you two rivals? Have you made up since then?" his mother asked, as expected.

"Yeah. Turns out we have a lot more in common than we thought," Kaz replied, painfully aware of how fake it sounded. Maybe it'd sound better to someone who didn't know the truth.

"Oh? Well that's great news! Where are you headed?" she prodded. His father - Taelzin, by name - for his part, stood there with his head cocked, looking at Kaz as if trying to look through him. He definitely suspected it, and maybe even _knew._Thankfully, he didn't seem too interested in bringing it up.

Kaz made up some more white lies. They were headed to the big lake in the north, where Val's family had a summer den. They did have a home there - he'd consulted with his rival to make it at least a little convincing - but that wasn't where they'd be going, of course. They'd stay a week, maybe two, and so on. His parents bought it, more or less.

There was a distinct problem, though. He couldn't actually fly with how heavy his belly was getting, and public transport wasn't terribly common for a feral dragon like himself. One could of course order one of the dragon-sized taxi-trucks, but that came with a whole host of other problems, like talkative drivers. No, out of the question.

What he told Val, then, was that they had to walk. Though the blackscale initially protested, he did recognize that Kaz clearly couldn't fly, and driven by his arousal, his lewd interest in seeing Kaz get rutted by the beasts again, he eventually agreed, even if he wasn't happy about it.

It was a long journey by foot. Relatively long, at any rate. The school was about half an hour away by air, or two on ground. The hippogryph reserve was another hour away from that if one was flying, or three if following the increasingly twisty and narrow roads. It seemed like most visitors - both dragons and others - visited the hippogryphs mostly by some manner of flight, and as such, the roads were in poor condition too.

Kaz found himself thinking about how he hadn't actually seen any non-dragons there. It might be that there was a conspiracy at play. He entertained the thought. Maybe some older dragons found some kind of ritual importance in the hippogryphs transforming some number of males. Kaz did know that their species had a much longer relationship than anyone cared to admit. If that was the case, then it'd make sense that they mostly attracted dragons to study them.

Of course, it could also be that others visited, and Kaz simply hadn't seen them. It was certainly a simpler solution, but in those quiet forests, with only the permanently horny Val's comments about how sexy his slit looked as he walked to keep his mind busy, that was where his thoughts went.

Eventually they arrived. This time of the year, there was nobody present. Not a single soul. Schools were out, researchers were likewise on vacation, and the hippogryphs didn't need any caretakers or guards. Against anything but organized hunting, which came with a hefty fine, they were perfectly capable of defending themselves.

They weren't actually there either, at least not yet. Kaz had the feeling that his "mate" would arrive, at least, to take care of his eggs. Even if they were beasts, they were relatively intelligent, and having their eggs go wasted wasn't something they'd allow. It had to know he was close to laying.

Val decided to lay down on a small hill, exhausted after their long journey, while he bemusedly watched Kaz trying to improvise some kind of nest. It only felt appropriate to the redscale; some kind of hastily constructed padded surface for him to lay the eggs on, that'd keep them relatively safe and warm. He had no idea what he was doing, though, and the result was perhaps less than impressive, little more than a large, circular pile of dry grass, leaves, and hay.

Finally, with that done, Kaz groaned and slumped down into his makeshift nest. It was then that he heard a familiar cawing call from above. His heart jumped, and he couldn't deny that he felt a swell of affection watching the very same hippogryph that'd bred him soaring through the air above. It circled him, calling out a few more times, before eventually landing expertly next to the nest.

The look in its eyes was one of equal affection to what Kaz felt. It leaned down to nuzzle the pregnant dragon, and once again that wonderful musk filled Kaz's mind. He wasn't as stricken by it, this time, perhaps because he was already pregnant, but it still recalled that wonderful night of forbidden pleasure, what felt like ages ago.

"So, are you going to fuck him, or what?" he heard Val call out, ruining the moment.

"God, I need to lay these eggs first, calm down. Have a nap. Whatever," Kaz growled in response. Noticing their disagreement, the hippogryph at least sided with its mate, taking a protective stance next to him, casting what could best be described as a withering glance at Val.

Kaz was left with only one thing to focus on; the thing he'd been equally dreading and looking forward to for all these months. His mate's musk did have _one_distinct effect, beyond leaving him trembling and wet with lust. It seemed to kickstart the process.

Suddenly, Kaz let out another loud groan as his body cramped up again, and this time it didn't stop. The feeling was rather indescribable, like his entire form was clenching up to allow the eggs passage out of him. The sensation of something solid moving through his body was also unfamiliar. He'd had plenty of cock inside him, but they never went that deep. All the young redscale could do was pant and squirm, his eyes tearing up as he tried to focus on just letting it happen, on relaxing all those strange inner muscles and letting them do their thing.

At the same time, even as the first of many eggs was pushing slowly through his body, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Yes, the hippogryph was watching, and so was Val, but he felt like there was someone else, too. Someone he couldn't see. Kaz tried to tell himself that even if it was so, there was nothing he could do at this point. Not with his body instinctively contorting itself to keep his slit close to the ground.

The first egg popped out and the intensity of it made Kaz gasp. It wasn't, strictly speaking, much larger than the hippogryph's cock. What made it so intense was how rough and leathery the surface was, and of course, the way his insides clench to lay it.

"Having fun over there? Remember I want to see you fuck him later, too," Val called, voice heavy with vaguely amused scorn.

Kaz grit his teeth. Getting into a verbal fight right now wouldn't help. It'd just distract him, and if he didn't keep pushing, an egg might get stuck inside him.

He did, despite the effort of forcing the second egg out, notice that his "mate" frequently glanced at Val. That was, of course, the same idea Kaz had been playing out in his head. He wondered what the hippogryph was actually thinking.

The laying, at least, got easier with each egg. By the fourth, it was actually starting to feel nice, in a weird way. By the fifth, the hippogryph seemed satisfied that Kaz didn't need any more encouragement, and laid down in the nest, helpfully placing a wing over the pile of leathery eggs. By the sixth - which he hoped was the last - the rough leathery surface sent tingles of pleasure through his body on the way out, rubbing against what seemed like every sensitive spot inside him. Kaz managed to not moan, though. Val had only just gotten bored of watching and was focused on something else in the distance, and he didn't want to grab his attention again. Not to mention that he didn't want Val and his mate to start fighting over who'd get to mount him next. Both of them had about an equal claim, given the circumstances of how they'd ended up on top of the redscale, but Kaz had a clear preference for the one that didn't constantly mock him about it.

No, he wanted to pay Val back for all that. The key to his revenge was there, right next to him, lovingly nuzzling at his chin and then turning around to give his slit a surprising lick after the last egg popped out. That made Kaz moan. The feeling of a tongue slipping wetly over his folds was entirely new - Val certainly hadn't done it - and it felt fantastic.

That moan, though, indeed made Val perk up. He stood up and then padded over to Kaz and the hippogryph. Not too close, though, he'd heard too much about the musk that could suddenly overcome male dragons. Val didn't believe it of course. No doubt, he was thinking the same thing Kaz painfully remembered going through his head back then. That he was, obviously, too dominant and strong to ever fall for it.

He just had to lure Val a little closer, and somehow make his mate understand what he was trying to do. Kaz quickly looked at the hippogryph, who he found staring at him in turn. He nodded vaguely towards the approaching Val. There was nothing he could really say to communicate what he was planning, he had to hope.

To his surprise, the hippogryph mimicked his nod.

"I want you to mount me first. I want to lay some dragon eggs this time," Kaz lied, turning towards Val. "I don't think he even understands you could breed me too."

"Oh? Being an eggslut must've really turned you on," Val replied. He narrowed his eyes, as if he suspected something. Kaz noticed he wasn't breathing through his nose, only his mouth. Was it really that simple?

Either way, he turned around, presenting his rear to Val, who didn't need long to pounce him. Kaz made sure they were still facing the hippogryph, who watched curiously, with surprisingly little of the expected jealousy. Either he figured that Val was too much for him to take on... or he was on board with the plan.

Val's cock slid easily into Kaz's stretched slit, and he gave a rough, dominant growl of pleasure.

"Mmh, so much... looser, gods..." he growled. "Bet you could let the whole flock of those things fuck you like this. We'll need to get you laying more eggs. Keep you all loose and ready for my cock..."

It wasn't long before Val was eagerly thrusting into him, and it felt good as usual. He didn't actually want Val to inseminate him, this time, but it felt far too good to put up much of a fight. Soon, his body was massaging the blackscale's cock like an old friend, his body wanting to be bred anew even if his mind didn't. The hippogryph watched them carefully, focusing its eyes on Val. Was it waiting for him to be more distracted by pleasure, or was he simply perfectly okay with seeing his mate get bred by someone else?

There it was again. Even in the throes of pleasure, Kaz felt that sensation of eyes on his back. Someone was there, watching, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Some scientist, late to the party, or a camper?

Val never had much stamina when it came to rutting, and quickly, his thrusts grew a little faster, a little clumsier as they always did when he was about to cum.

The hippogryph waited for Val to close his eyes to focus on the growing pleasure, as most males did. The moment he did, the beast made its move. It snuck closer with surprising stealth given its hooves and talons, moving with a kind of fluid urgency. Kaz was, despite the intense feeling of being rutted, managing to keep his eyes open to watch what his mate was doing. Likely, the beast was trying to approach fast enough to prevent Val from actually cumming, but slowly enough that the blackscale didn't actually notice.

A few more steps. It nodded towards Kaz. Kaz nodded back. He felt Val's shaft throb inside him, though not in release but anticipation. Any moment now, he would find that release, though. His wonderful warm cum would flood Kaz's womb in thick, hard spurts, and then Kaz would have to live with knowing his rival's eggs were growing inside him. It was equal parts demeaning and terribly erotic, and if the hippogryph didn't do whatever it was planning right now, it'd be too late.

The beast knew what was happening perfectly well, though. With a beat of its wings, it pounced on top of the two dragons, as if trying to mount one of their mouths. Kaz ducked, lowering himself to the ground, and Val gave a loud, ear-piercing roar at the sudden interruption. He backed off, pulling out of Kaz at the same time, but the hippogryph clung to him. It wasn't until Kaz had rolled away, panting - and of course, frustrated at the lack of an orgasm - that he saw what it was doing.

The hippogryph had Val pinned to the ground, its bulk holding the young dragon in place no matter how much he squirmed and thrashed. Its sheath was positioned almost perfectly over Val's nose, too, with its equine cock already eagerly peeking out, leaving a trail of precum over the blackscale's nostrils.

Kaz could see Val was holding his breath, knowing exactly what the hippogryph was trying to do. His tail was lashing, and he was trying to reach the beast with his claws, just barely falling short. Though his face was entirely covered by the hippogryph's bulk, Kaz could tell he was panicking from his movements.

"Just let it happen," Kaz called out, mirroring Val's earlier mocking. "You'll be such a happy eggslut broodfather!"

The blackscale replied with muffled mumbling that sounded either like "help me" or "fuck off" depending on how charitable one was with their interpretations. He managed to dig his claws into the hippogryph's flank, and Kaz felt a jolt of terror shoot through him as his mate squawked in pain. It wasn't deep, though. Val couldn't get the leverage he needed, which was a relief; just four light scratches, bleeding ever so slightly.

Kaz also felt a little jealous.

He remembered how amazing the first time he'd inhaled that hippogryph musk had felt. The tingling glow that spread throughout his entire body, the sweet mindless submission. It was like a drug, except it only ever had the full effect once_,_ it seemed. It only worked on males, and now... well, he was part female. Enough to dull the effect. Val, on the other hand, was an intact male. He was still fighting it, trying his hardest to not breathe in, trashing and spasming as he fought the urge to draw breath.

And then, he did. Kaz knew, because he suddenly went completely limp. He could hear a relaxed, almost happy sigh from beneath the hippogryph. For a few more minutes, it kept those heavy balls rubbing against Val's snout to make sure, before hopping off the subdued drake. Val twitched a few times, grinding against the ground in eager, primal rhythm. He was cumming, for the last time he ever would as a full male. The sight left Kaz's slit drooling wet. He remembered exactly, and in vivid detail, how good that orgasm had felt, that moment of spilling every last drop of cum onto the ground so his body could make room for the hippogryph's wonderful cock... and his clutch.

The expression on Val's face was one of pure bliss. His nostrils were still flaring as he tried to catch more of the scent that'd taken over his thoughts, and his eyes were glazed over with submissive desire. Was that how he had looked when it happened, Kaz wondered.

Just as it had with Kaz, the hippogryph nudged Val into a mating position, with his hindquarters presented. A few more times, the blackscale's shaft twitched, painting the grass with slick droplets of draconic cum, before it began to slacken and retreat back into his body. Kaz's mate licked the shrinking length encouragingly, and once it was all inside Val's body, gave his increasingly feminine-looking slit an affectionate little lick.

Val moaned. That momentary relaxation brought on by his orgasm was suddenly gone, replaced by a yearning, a gnawing need to be filled again. He felt too empty, like something was missing, and he knew, instinctively, that the hippogryph could make him feel whole again. He flicked his tail aside, thrusting his rump back towards the beast. Kaz's mate took the offer, of course, and mounted Val with a flap of his wings.

Kaz hadn't remembered quite how brutish the hippogryph was. The moment its cock pried Val open, it began to fuck him. Not with any gentleness, but rather like a stallion, hard and fast, rutting into the blackscale with feverish abandon. For Kaz, all those memories were just a blur of half-remembered ecstasy. Watching the beast in action made him long for his next turn under it, though; with every thrust, its haunches tensed up, bulging with muscle. It was such a perfect specimen of masculinity. Yet even though its motions lacked any sort of affection, it was already nuzzling at the now-subservient dragon, rubbing its beak against Val's neck and throat, crooning and squawking with both lust and appreciation.

Kaz snuck closer. Well, perhaps it wasn't sneaking as much as it was scrambling. He wanted to see the two from up close. The hippogryph's scent filling his nostrils as he approached only made it hotter, but the main attraction was finally getting to see, rather than feel, the beast's massive shaft. It was indeed equine in appearance, thick and meaty, with a medial ring that popped into Val's slit with every thrust, making the dragon shudder each time. It was almost a perfect black except for a splotch of lighter-coloured creamy pink near the base. Oh, and the way it throbbed! Kaz could see the muscles at the very base clench as it thrust in. The same muscles that'd be pumping that wonderful cum into his rival soon enough.

The sheer virility_of the beast had Kaz's own sex drooling like a faucet. He reached, very gently, to cup its heavy balls, feeling them warm and _alive with raw masculine strength, bouncing in his palm each time the beast bucked against Val. No wonder it'd bred him so easily, with how well-hung it was. How could any dragon resist this?

The beast's hips sped up. Val was moaning helplessly, pushed back and forth on the grassy ground as he was taken. A triumphant, keening cry from the hippogryph signalled its release. With an audible, heavy thump, it drove that horse-sized length as deep into Val as it could, and then, Kaz felt its balls practically jump_in his palm, pulling tight up against its body as the young dragon watched. They _throbbed, in unison with its cock, and when he gently held a finger against the very base of the beast's urethra he could feel the warmth of its cum surging through it. Being pumped deep into Val's receptive, primed body, to complete his transformation.

Kaz was all but spellbound by the erotic display. He saw Val's slit clench around the cock in response, clamping down a few times in rapid rhythm. Upon taking an even closer sniff, Kaz noticed he had a distinctly sensual, lusty feminine scent to him now. At least, his new sex did. Combined with the thick aroma of cum, he could only barely resist burying his muzzle into that mess.

Promptly, the hippogryph dismounted. Kaz barely managed to get out of the way before a gush of cum followed. Val made a sound not unlike a giggle - or maybe a stuttering, final moan - and rolled over to his side, almost unconscious. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were closed, the young dragon struggling to even find the energy to breathe with how thoroughly he'd gotten fucked.

He didn't look unhappy, but he was due an identity crisis one of the following days, no doubt.

With the show over, there was a rustling sound behind them. Val was still too insensate to even notice, but Kaz and hippogryph both turned around to see someone approach. The beast saw an enormous red dragon, no doubt a danger. And Kaz? He saw his father.

"Great show, guys," Taelzin grinned, with a wag of his tail. Smoke trailed from his nostrils in little puffs, and his chest hitched as he no doubt tried to suppress a fit of laughter. "Can't believe you didn't notice me. Oh, the single-mindedness of youth, no?"

Kaz was _mortified_when he saw his father approach. That was who had been watching them all this time, and he'd probably seen every single moment of it, too. He wanted to disappear, to sink deep into the earth and never be seen again.

"Oh, don't worry, boys. I'm not here to lecture you," he rumbled. "I was curious, that's all."

"C-curious?" Kaz stuttered.

"Well, as to how you managed to get yourself knocked up, despite being a male. So, I read up about it, and... well, I want to try it. Seems like a fun experience," the old dragon grinned. He made no effort to hide his shaft, swelling rather eagerly.

Kaz stood there, frozen, as sure as if he'd been cast from concrete. He had absolutely no idea what to say, or even how to react. All he could muster was slack-jawed shock.

"Well? Are you going to continue?"

"Continue what?" Val whined. Though he was still rather dizzy, he was starting to recover and realized what he'd just allowed to happen. He clutched at his belly, not quite reaching his slit, which while feeling good, felt equally alien. It felt like something was missing. "I have... I'm... some submissive hen, now!"

"Oh, that's how you see it?" Taelzin grinned. He stepped closer, and the hippogryph promptly stepped away, clearly either afraid or intimidated by the much larger dragon. "You'd place all your self-worth in if you have a cock or not?"

For Kaz, the entire experience was only getting harder to deal with, to the point he was starting to wonder if this was merely a dream. He looked away, instead focusing on his feral mate, standing a safe distance away. Immediately he felt a pang of arousal, the same fiery desire he'd felt before is father appeared. Though it'd be incredibly awkward, the gnawing, burning need resurfaced with such intensity that he found himself actually considering letting the hippogryph mount him again, no matter if Tael was watching or not.

"No, of course not, it's just that... fuck," Val groaned. He weakly struggled to his feet, with cum dripping from his well-used slit. "It's that I have no idea what I even am anymore!"

"One moment," Taelzin rumbled. He turned his head towards Kaz, who immediately looked away. "If you'd like to play with your beast, go for it. Just pretend I'm not here. Clearly your friend here needs some support."

Kaz nodded, stiffly. Somehow getting that approval made him want it less. Yet, no matter how much the sensible, modest, reasonable part of his brain protested, he was already walking towards his mate, driven by the overwhelming sense of needing to be filled.

"Val, this transformation isn't because of the hippogryphs, specifically," Taelzin grinned. "It's... a coincidence, one might say. I read up about it, which you might want to consider doing one day."

Val looked back at the old redscale with an expression of utter disbelief.

"They're not powerful enough to inflict this on us. It's just that their cum seems to... trigger something we're all born with. The ability to switch genders," Taelzin purred, in a tone that seemed to suggest he was thinking of letting it happen to him, too. "It doesn't make us any less. And I hear laying eggs is a wonderful experience."

"Wouldn't you agree, Kaz?" he called out, chuckling entirely too loudly, to Kaz, who briefly considered actually digging a hole and becoming one of the rare chthonic drakes that were only seen on the surface once every few aeons. "Well, you saw him do it. It probably does feel really good," he continued.

Kaz's head was swimming. He couldn't, still, quite believe what he was hearing, watching, or seeing. He could barely move at all, at least not until his trusty mate nuzzled at him with a crooning, soothing squawk. It was as if the beast could tell he was upset. In fact, he almost certainly knew. The fact that he wasn't immediately trying to mount and breed the dragon again was enough evidence of that. Not that Kaz didn't want it. He wanted it badly, but he still appreciated the gesture. Sometimes, he wished he could be more like the hippogryphs, shameless and primal.

But why couldn't he? No animal felt ashamed of mating in their parents' presence. Wasn't that how wolves traditionally did it? He wasn't quite sure if he remembered correctly. If they did, why couldn't dragons?

Yeah. The thought was taking root in his mind, and it seemed more appealing with each passing moment. What better way to combat the awkwardness of the situation than acting like a simple beast? To offer his slavering cunt to the hippogryph without as much an ounce of shame, letting it breed him anew with that wonderful cum, and ignoring his father entirely? He could feel his hips twitching upwards as if with a mind of their own. Yes, this is exactly what I need. Oh god, I'm such a... slut.

"It doesn't matter, Val," Taelzin continued with the defeated-looking blackscale. "Life's about what's enjoyable. About discovering new things."

"Of course you'd_say that, redscale," Val spat. Of course, it _had felt good, overwhelmingly so.

"What was it that your breed felt the most of, again? Hunger? Are you telling me that that new, gnawing, clenching hunger between your legs doesn't feel good to sate, even if you're not curious about it?" Taelzin countered. "Letting your needy new cunt feast on a big, wonderful cock, eagerly _devouring_every drop of cum..."

Val shivered at the mental image the redscale was painting. Ultimately, Taelzin was right, he knew that already. It was just that his mind and body hadn't exactly reached an agreement yet. Was he a male, still, or a female?

As if he was reading the younger dragon's mind, Taelzin answered. "You're still male, of course. If you want to be. Answer me this, though," he grinned. "If you rushed to a hospital right now, they might be able to stop of reverse the changes inside you. They're not instant. Your womb is probably forming, but it can't be there yet... so why aren't you?"

That question brought Val some pause.

Kaz, only a few meters away, luxuriated in the feeling of newfound freedom. Whether it was due to actually realizing something true, or his lust-addled mind cracking under the pressure, he loved it. He leaned down to lick slowly along the hippogryph's cock. It throbbed against is lips, and Kaz in turn felt himself clench, wetly, with need.

In a way, he realized he should be thanking his mate for doing this to him. The sex was certainly better. Being pregnant was enjoyable. Laying the eggs was a new experience... and of course, feeling a cock pump him full of cum was beyond amazing, scratching itches he'd never had before, turning his knees to jelly and making him want even more.

He embraced that side of him. The hungry, feminine, and shameless side. Some might call it slutty, but he suddenly didn't feel that way. Rather, it was natural, letting his body get what it wanted just as badly as the hippogryph wanted to give it to him. He stretched, lowering his torso against the ground and raising his rump high, before flicking his thick, scaly tail out of the way in a clear invitation. A sign that he was over whatever had bothered him, and now it was time for him to receive a new clutch of eggs.

His mate squawked with approval, and before Kaz had time to as much as wiggle, he felt the beast's weight land on top of him, its talons clutching at his chest as it blindly humped, seeking to mate with the drake once more. Then, the blunt, almost flaring tip - still coated with cum and Val's juices - bumped against his folds before sliding inside, eliminating all remaining anxiety or awkwardness. Kaz's body was singing with pleasure, and his squealing, joyous cries echoed across the plains.

"See? That's not how someone who thinks this is all terribly wrong sounds," Taelzin commented. "You see what I mean, either way. Let's watch the show, shall we?"

He laid down, watching his son get bred, and Val did the same. Though confusion still reigned in his mind, this was a display that he found himself enjoying. Knowing that Kaz was willingly letting the same happen to him, that he _wanted_it. Somehow, that made the thick, warm cum still stuck inside the blackscale's body, and the deep tingling of his body preparing itself for a pregnancy, feel a little better. At least, that's what Kaz thought, though he was barely able to keep his eyes open with his mate so eagerly mating with him.

Gods, he could feel every inch of that thick, throbbing, equine length inside him. Somehow, now that he wasn't nearly unconscious with pleasure as he had been the first time, he could appreciate it more. How perfectly the whole length fit inside him, as if his body was made for it. In a way, he supposed it was. Remade, at least.

He loved it. Loved having a warm, wet pussy for his bestial mate to breed. He'd been unsure at first, but the way the median ring tugged at his folds each time it plunged into him, the way the flaring, blunt tip dug into his sensitive inner walls. Not to mention the hippogryph's heavy balls slapping against him, promising to pump their contents into him soon. Breeding him.

Kaz clamped down around that beautiful length, working his inner muscles around it, massaging it, worshipping it with every little quiver of his thrumming sex. There was no more doubt, this was what he'd always been meant to be, a breeder, milking his mate's cock dry and carrying a clutch for him.

"Bet he's close to cumming. See how he's shuddering?" Tael commented, and Val could only stare. It was a beautiful display, and more than anything, it looked somehow natural.

The blackscale was struck by the sudden desire to cuddle up with Kaz. Maybe it was that they finally had something in common, or maybe his reshaped body was affecting his mind.

At the same time, Kaz moaned out as the hippogryph hilted inside him. Bestial cum blasted into him, rushing up that wonderful breeding rod and splattering his cervix once again. He cried out passionately, and the hippogryph did the same, making sure everyone around knew that it'd once again bred its hen. Kaz's body drank its virile offering greedily, his cervix dipping into that pool of belly-swelling hippogryph seed and his own orgasmic contractions sucking it through, deep into his womb.

Then it was all over. With a wet slurp, his mate dismounted him, nudging the young dragon onto his back so the cum wouldn't leak out. Of course, a few globs of that thick, silvery seed still did, pearly and rich around his stretched slit.

That, even more than the mating, was something Val just couldn't take his eyes off. It looked so beautiful, and knowing that his own pussy probably still looked just like that... made him a feel a strange sort of pride. He was not fully at ease yet, though, with some lingering discomfort and dysphoria, but he was getting better.

Val approached and weakly snuggled up to Kaz. He left a slick trail of hippogryph-cum behind him, and the beast itself crooned with approval at watching the first two well-bred members of his harem setting their differences aside. He'd had his punishment, and Kaz didn't hold grudges, so he didn't protest. He also found himself eagerly fantasizing about them being pregnant together. For him, it'd be a familiar sensation now, but if Val got as horny as he did from all the hormones, they'd have a whole new set of carnal experiences to explore together. This time, it'd be on equal footing.

He did notice, though, that Val still seemed a little down. Like he needed to take his mind off things, and Kaz doubted that the blackscale was eager to let the hippogryph mount him again. Not yet, anyway. He came up with a rather improvised solution for that.

"Hey, Val. Want to breed me again?" he huffed. "Just... get on top of me and grind."

Val looked confused for a moment. He no longer had a cock, after all. Then, he understood what Kaz meant. Even if he'd lost part of his masculinity, he could still breed Kaz with the hippogryph's generous donation of cum. Maybe it'd feel familiar enough. That, and he needed another orgasm to clear his mind and release the anxiety still plaguing him, even if only a little bit.

Kaz rolled over onto his back, spreading his legs and showing off his wet slit. Val was visibly relieved to find that the sight turned him on just as much as it ever had. For a second or two he'd been worried he would only be attracted to males from now on.

He climbed on top of the young redscale and pressed his body against him. It didn't come as naturally as mounting others as a full male had, at least not yet. Eventually, though, he managed to buck his hips so their now feminine slits brushed together, and they both moaned at that sensation. So, naturally, he did it again.

Kaz felt sticky heat slowly dripping onto him, from his rival's well-seeded slit. Onto_him, not _in where he wanted it. He reached to pry his slit open, spreading those folds to let the hippogryph's cum drip directly into his soaked passage. Val groaned, a contraction of his inner muscles squeezing out a healthy glob of it, and Kaz couldn't suppress a lusty moan as it splattered directly over - and into - his eager sex. He thrust up, wanting more, and their puffy mounds smushed together again, wetly, sharing that virile mess. Of course, Kaz was already full of cum, but more was better, more guaranteed to knock him up, or so he felt in the heat of the motion.

They Kaz and Val squirmed against each other, the glowing spot of white-hot pleasure where their slits met soaked and messy with cum. Both thoroughly inseminated, and rapidly approaching their orgasms, only barely finding a rhythm of grinding with how their legs trembled. When the orgasm hit, it was nearly simultaneously for the both of them. Kaz and Val shivered, clutching tightly against each other, barely even moaning but huffing and panting with the intensity of their oddly intimate, mutual release.

"There, see? It's not that bad, is it? You'll learn to enjoy it soon enough," Taelzin chuckled, which lead to both of the young dragons blushing in unison. Kaz buried his head under Val's wing, and he did the same to Kaz's.

Somehow, all that confident sexuality Kaz had discovered only a few moments ago was gone like dust on the wind, and he was painfully aware that he was being watched by his father again. Luckily, Taelzin kept the commentary to a minimum beyond a few encouraging words, most of them directed towards Val. He did, though, keep glancing at the hippogryph, who they eventually ended up naming simply _Buck,_as if he was planning something.

The journey home was spent in the most awkward silence imaginable, though Tael was jovial as always every step of the way, pausing to comment on the nearby wildlife and how the hippogryphs seemed to develop their special musk through a specific diet of plantlife. His theory, which at least provided a welcome distraction for the two younger drakes, was that their unique synergy had developed entirely by accident, long after most dragons forgot that they could change their sex with certain stimuli. Nowadays, the specific compound was only found in hippogryph cum, and dragon-scientists considered the subject taboo.

They made it home safe, sound, and sated in quite a few ways, and then, Tael finally left the young ones alone, returning to attend to his consort - Kaz's mother - and his constant pursuit of knowledge.

All in all it'd been a rather pleasant day, if not without some awkward moments. The best part of it for Kaz, though, was that he and Val had finally found some common ground.