Dragon Breeding of the Cougar Kind
_Warning - contains mpreg.
It's the second and last chapter of Dragon Breeding! In writing over several months, so it might be a bit uneven. Still, I hope you can get off to it as many times as I did. Note that while I won't be continuing the series (because I can't for the life of me write sexy... egglaying... I still invite a fan, if such exists, to do so. Contact me if you feel like continuing the adventures of Tarekh and our nameless cougar. :D_
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When I awoke, the dragon was rutting me again, pistoning his cock in and out of me. Guess he has a problem with morning wood... I noted somewhere deep inside my head, but it was in a less humorous, more factual observation. Not to mention I was hard as rock with my maleness bobbing in front of me, too, so I guess I shared that problem. I should point out that it was in no way my fault. I was still laying on top of him when we fell asleep and, as he left his length in me when we did, I guess he never bothered taking it out, instead prefering to mate me again. I noticed the room was quiet for once, and without the constant cacophony of recorded moans, I could hear the redscale under my huffing and grunting, thrusting into my poor tailhole with all his might, letting my clenching insides milk his ridged cock for more of his seed.
No denying it, the thought turned me on just as much as it had yesterday (assuming we had slept a day - hard to know without sunlight) and as I was getting inseminated again by the horny beast whether I wanted to or not, I decided to give into the growing urge to cum, myself. Somehow it was easier to appreciate my own erection when I had one in my tail, and I lovingly closed my paw around that spiny head, instantly making me shiver, precum squirting out like I had opened some inner valve. I felt myself squeeze down harder on the invading draconic member, getting a pleased growl from my 'lover'.
It didn't take long in either case, the dragon quickly slammed his hips tightly against my ass, as deep inside as possible, making short and tiny grinding motions. I shuddered, knowing what was to come, then felt his cock buck inside me, a throb traveling through it and then into me only a heartbeat later. Feeling that wet warmth spread inside me as he emptied that potent seed into me again, I came too, huffing and growling in unison with him, roping my feline semen all over my belly and chest through my rapidly pumping paw.
"So, dragon. Enjoying violating me?" I asked after catching my breath, letting my arousal sink, which was difficult with the dragon scent all around me.
"Apologies, but it was your fault." he smirked.
"Like hell it was. It's impossible not to get aroused by your... whatever that scent is. Pheromones?" I asked, almost snarling.
Despite my angriness, I didn't want to move, lest I'd risk his softening cock slipping out of me, and most of the warm slimy seed inside me following it. We couldn't have that, of course; Couldn't have it not accomplishing whatever it was doing inside me; Wouldn't want to risk preventing a successful breeding. My belly already felt swollen, though it was mildly distended at best from the flood of reptilian semen inside of me. It might have been just a placebo effect, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to move, I wanted to lay there and let the stuff soak into me.
"Yes, pheromones, and ordinary hormones. Same things I just filled you up with that keep you there, accepting my insemination," the redscale smiled. I didn't even see his face, but I know he smiled. "By the way, my name is Tarekh. We might as well get on a first-name basis seeing as you are, or will soon be carrying my..." he went silent for a while. "...My offspring. I honestly do not know if you'll be laying eggs or giving birth to live dragon-kits, but in either case, you'll be pregnant until then."
"I have no plans on doing that, redscale." I was both horrified and angered again, doused with both adrenaline and cold water. "My belly isn't going to swell with your little snakes."
"Well, it is not as if you have much choice, nameless feline. You just had yourself filled a second time with my quite fertile seed." He chuckled, as if this was funny or amusing. "And you'll be begging for me to mate you again pretty soon once your post-coital letdown clears. Usually it takes root after only one time. Especially if they're willing, like you very much were... it helps a lot. As does your very cute way of letting my cock stay inside you to prevent anything from leaking out."
"If it calms you at all, interspecies pregnancies with dragons progress very quickly so you won't get the typical 9 months of being swollen and immobile," he added. Very calming.
"Fantastic." I sighed, laconically. "So am I pregnant?"
"How would I know?" Tarekh chuckled, quickly deciding I didn't find it funny from my unamused glare. "Alright, relax..."
I relaxed in his strong arms. Not as if I didn't want to do it anyway, having an excuse was merely a convenient comfort. He craned his neck, nuzzled my stomach softly, and then drove his round snout into it so hard my breath was knocked out. He seemed to be feeling through my fur, or maybe smelling. I didn't know what kind of abilities magical beasts like himself had. "Yep, you are. With eggs."
"...how is that even possible? I mean... it's not like there's anything inside me for your... stuff to... fertilize." I frowned.
Tarekh shrugged. "Magic."
I was about to open my mouth to protest when the screens crackled to life. "And that's what we wanted to hear. Now, it's time for the second phase of this experiment... say goodnight." The slightly distorted image of the fox grinned, and we heard the hissing of gas being released into the room. With nowhere to run it didn't take long before Tarekh fell to the floor with a heavy thud I followed suit, collapsing on his chest. Again.
When I came to, eventually, everything had changed. This was definitely not the same room as the previous one. I could tell that much even by first glance through my eyes were half-closed. I could hear a faint metallic clanging, like something trying to break the bars to it's cell or straining against restraints. At the thought my paws instantly flew to my wrists, one first, then the other. Nothing. I opened my eyes further - I was indeed not fastened to anything. A sweet, exhilarating hope of escape dawned on me, only to be silenced by another realization; my previously slim frame was now marred by a clearly swollen belly. It wasn't too big yet (not that I knew if it would get any bigger - how big are dragon eggs?), but still plainly visible to anyone who would look. Running my paw over that rounded, soft stomach, I convulsed, both in disgust and... what? The entire area that was bulging out was exponentially more sensitive than before, and touching it, then, was rather arousing. The first thought of plunging a knife through my abdomen to dig out whatever was in there felt distant, pleasure was more important-- no!
I'd have to plan my moves carefully if I was to get out of here and ruin the eggs growing in me before I'd give birth, and that wouldn't be easy. My mind kept going back and forth between pleasure and affection to the dragon's offspring and disgust and burning hate for him, the fox orchestrating this travesty and myself for my weakness.
I opened my heavy eyes fully and that's when things got interesting. The dragon was the one making all the noise, struggling against a set of very sturdy-looking metal stocks. His position was a quite compromising one, bent over a metal table of some sort, head and arms through the stocks and his legs held apart by a spreader bar that was also securely fastened to the table's legs. It's somewhat hard to describe, but in essence he was bent over in front of me, tail suggestively raised - not by his own will, mind you - it being held up by another set of cuffs. These ones were leather to hold it more snugly, apparently.
The sight was even more arousing than my egg-filled belly, but I'd never admit it, of course.
With that familiar crackle, the screens turned on again. "Cougar! You have two options. Well, technically more, but they will result in you being violently pacified. What we accept is that you either escape-"
My heart skipped a beat. They'd let me go? The redscale was screaming something at me but I couldn't make out a single word through the muzzle he was wearing.
"-or you can pay the dragon back for what he did earlier. What he doesn't want you know is that while dragons can impregnate any species, it's a double-edged sword, so to speak - they can also BE impregnated by any species. Even the males. We still haven't figured out how exactly it works but- ah, I'm sorry, I'm rambling. Basically, shove it in, do your thing, spill your seed, I'm sure you know how breeding works. Then rub your pregnant bellies together or something until it's egglaying time, what we're interested in is if the results will look the same. Then, we'll let you go - of course, seeing if pregnancy affects survival instincts or gives any... motherly feelings to males is just as valuable information."
My heart skipped a beat again, though it was a good thing, I didn't want my sheath to swell any faster that it did. His description left me with that all too familiar pressure in my loins.
"So, take your pick. We'll open the doors so escaping is actually a possible option." The fox raised his paw to shut off the video feed. To my surprise, his right arm was some sort of cybernetic prosthetic, and rather bare at that, all the gears and hydraulic mechanisms in plain sight and the "paw" itself looking like a pair of flexible pincers from the brief glimpse I caught of it.
"Oh, and if you're having trouble deciding we'll be pumping in aphrodisiac gas right about now - better make up your mind. I'd still suggest you give it to the dragon though, eh heh heh..."
The screen went black and the fans turned on.
The dragon couldn't get away from it. He was muzzled and there was a fan right in front of him, blowing the noxious fumes right into his nostrils, gradually quieting his muffled yelling. The logical part of my mind was telling me to run for it, but I wanted to see the dragon suffer too much. I had no intent to actually do anything, just to watch his sexual agony for a while.
That was exactly what I did. I got a little closer and watched with fascination as his slit parted, his huge maleness growing rapidly with each of his quickened heartbeats. The ridged length was rather impressive, throbbing as it was and glistening with whatever sexual fluid, one I knew would instantly captivate and trap me, should I get close enough to catch the scent. I shuddered seeing how long and thick that luscious- I shook my head. I wasn't going to fall into that trap.
However, it wasn't like just getting up close to it would do anything, as long as I took special care not to breathe in. When would I next get a chance to study a dragon, after all? Not like they're common or anything, I reasoned. I took a deep breath, and then few steps towards the dragon. I knelt to look at his magnificent engorged member. The size was immense seen so close, and I felt a twinge of disbelief upon realizing that thing had been inside me. All of it. Inside me. Twitching as it shot warm, thick dragon seed and planted the the redscale's eggs in my belly. Twice.
I couldn't see the dragon's balls. That made sense. They were internal as common with reptiles, even magical ones like one supposedly was. I could hear his muffled protests and that's when I realized I was running out of air. I sprung up, stepped back and gasped for air. I could hear Tarekh screaming something even louder, but filling my lungs with fresh air felt too pleasant for him to matter. In fact, it felt altogether too pleasant, and I felt the weird warmth spreading through my body, traveling down by spine and making that looming arousal far more tangible. I could feel my sheath swell and suddenly realized how badly I needed to get off, at least once before leaving, how badly I- damnit, the gas! I had completely forgotten about the gas and only worried about the dragon's natural scent. I turned toward the still-open exit.
I took another dreamy sniff of the sweet-smelling heat-inducing aphrodisiac gas. Another needy, deep breath - I had gone from mildly aroused to having a raging erection in just half a minute. It felt so weird, like I was watching myself do this. It felt too good - I actually had a chance to fuck this dragon, to plant my kitty seed in him and, of course, the thought of fulfilling this fantasy I suddenly found myself having felt natural. My paw idly stroked the tip of my barbed cougarhood, leaving a wet smear of precum on it and almost making my knees buckle under me.
I looked at Tarekh again where he was bound, tail forced high to present him to me, leaving his matinghole all bare, vulnerable and inviting. My head was swimming. I shouldn't do anything, I should get out... but I should get off first, preferably deep inside him. I should mate him, I should... I had always wanted to breed a dragon, after all. Wait...
As in a trance I found myself very close to the bound redscale. Lightly I ran a finger along the underside of his tail, starting from the very tip. He twitched and I did too, as if there was an electric tension between us. All I knew is his scales were very pleasant to rub, just barely rough enough to give stimulation but not so much as to hurt. Then, before I even let out my stuttering breath, my fingers brushed against that soft, yielding spot under the massive tail. Again, I felt as if I was paralyzed and couldn't move my paw away. His hole was soft, slippery with some kind of moisture, so very very hot against my hand. I pushed a little harder and my finger slipped through, sliding into the dragon. He moaned, against his will no doubt, but his muscles clenched around my digit. I imagined his cock twitching too, squirting that precum I was all too familiar with onto the floor.
I withdrew my paw and pressed close up against him. My bright red erection came to a rest against his tailhole, throbbing with the excitement I felt. I wanted the moment to last longer. We both knew I was going to breed him and there was no way he could escape me pumping him full of my potent sperm, no way to get away from my powerful cock injecting it deep into his defenseless mating hole.
I couldn't prolong it, of course. I was far too gone already, trying to curb the flames of desire by just rubbing along his hole, just like he had done to me last time. Unlike him, however, I couldn't even try to keep doing it. My cock was aching for release already. I grasped it and positioned myself, lining the tip of my cock up with his ass, drawing another deep breath. I could hear Tarekh doing the same, his protests having gone silent since a while ago. Then, feral instincts took over my body.
I dug my claws into the dragon's tail and thrust forward, easily parting the dragon's oddly moist sphincter around my barbed shaft. I let out a growl of pleasure, feeling his tight and needy body envelop me deeper and deeper until my heavy balls rested against him. With passionate abandon I began to hump my unwilling mate like an animal, already oozing precum into him with each thrust. I wouldn't last long with how intent my body was on planting my kittens inside him, but I'd still make the best of it.
Tarekh thrust his behind up against me to what extent he could with the restraints and whimpered. It was a sound I wouldn't have expected a dragon to make, but it did sound like he wanted me to continue. Either that or he was desperately begging me to stop. Of course, I had no intention of doing that.
I hilted myself in the squirming dragon, grinding my hips against him and causing my cock to rub against his silky smooth insides, the same insides I'd soon cover in my seed. For a brief second my fuzzy ballsack rested against his perineum, and then, with a gasp, I resumed thrusting into him. Unlike his scaly skin, his insides were as unnaturally heated as his cock - barely below where it'd start to get painful, and it felt like I was sinking into hot, slick goo everytime I hilted. Combined with its tightness and the way he kept clenching his hole around the base of my cathood, it made an indescribable sensation, and it was driving me mad.
Tarekh was shamelessly pushing back in sync with my thrusts now and I eagerly rewarded him with even more frantic pumping into him. With each thrust my barbs dug into his flesh, and even if I wasn't extremely big like the dragon was, there was little doubt he'd be sore and raw for a while after this. Sore, raw and very pregnant. Not that he didn't deserve it. I found myself drooling and biting at the dragon's tail, huffing as I exerted my dominance over him, mating him hard while completely forgetting about my own swollen belly.
My legs tensed with every push, every time I felt that slick flesh slide over my cock again. My breath was hoarse and my nostrils filled with the bewildering scent of the dragon and the unnaturally arousing stench of that gas. I could see his body twitching under me, so completely controlled by pleasure and lust now, licking and chewing at him. I even tasted his scales and sweat. All of my senses were occupied with the beautiful and oh-so-fertile reptile, and I wanted nothing more than to breed him.
As I felt the familiar, ever so sweet pain rising in my loins, I bit into the dragon's tail hard enough to draw blood, my sharp fangs somehow piercing his scaled skin. Some incoherent, mumbly words escaped my lips, through my half-open jaw, hot breath soothing Tarekh's bitten tail, and I thrust as deep into him as I could. He couldn't escape, he couldn't do anything but receive my seed, and it set him off too. Just before me, he gave a growly moan into his muzzle and I knew he came from how his tailhole involuntarily clenched around my thick meat. I felt something wet and warm splatter over my sprawling toes, and then my world turned into pure ecstasy.
I twitched against his warm inner walls first once, shooting a long, thick rope of my cougar seed into him, then again, again, again, inseminating him, filling his defenseless body with my essence. I ground against him, frantically trying to get deeper and deeper, finally breeding a dragon like I had always wanted to - and then clarity hit me. What was I doing? More cum oozed into my mate. I was supposed to be gone from this place already. I could feel a little of my spilled seed trickle out over my balls. I could've at least minimized damage and pulled out, but I felt another weak pulse of pleasure surge through my softening member, and kept my hips snug against his rear so even that glob of semen would end up where it belonged.
The arousal might've been caused by the gas, but the pleasure and contentness I felt were most real. I wouldn't be here forever anyway, and if there was more experimenting like this to follow, it might actually be a good experience. Slowly, I pulled out of the dragon, trying my best to not let too much cum gush out of his abused hole. The door outside was still open, but I didn't feel like running. Rather, I'd ride this out and see where I ended up. I rested a hand on my slightly bigger abdomen and turned away from the exit.
"You seem to have things figured out, cougar. We're not quite as malicious as one might initially believe..." came the snarky voice of the fox again, as his image popped up on the dozen screens surrounding us. "I take it you'll stay with us for now, then?"
Instead of answering, I knelt by the exhausted Tarekh, grabbed the base of his half-hard dragonhood and licked up the now-cold string of thick, musky dragon seed hanging from the tip.
I heard his restraints finally snap open. Yes, we'd have a lot of fun yet...
And that's it, folks. Check my opening words again if you're a decent writer and liked it, otherwise - hope you had fun and got off like intended. :3