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D: He grins devilishly. "I think I know just what you need." He rumbles bringing his tail forward and takes a little perfectly round silver ball from its coil, bringing it before your nose, still holding your chin. He wedges a clawtip between your lips, prying your maw open some to see if you open the rest of the way on your own.

S: The SnowDragon yips softly, eyeing it carefully, his draconic eyes quickly taken in by the heny little object, purring softly as he sniffs it slowly, yipping again with the clawtip sinking into his lips, getting the hint and parting his maw to a sort of yawn, without the yawn!

D: The ball isnt as cold as you expected, the silver sliding in over your tongue without issue and resting at a comfortable depth. Its a little odd at first, just holding it there between your jaws- at least until a pawful of silver tendrils slip out from either side. You wouldnt even have time to spit the thing out before they wrap around your jaw and link in a solid unbroken bridle, the tendrils of silver collecting at the bride of your snout and slowly slither up between your eyes. They're hard to see but easy to feel as they loop around your hornbase and draw further downward, tickling your senses with a sensual yet commanding grace.

S: The Snowdragon blinks as it slips in, warm already, as if the glimmering metal he wanted to add to his own horde had been already held and handled by her scaled paws for a length of time he wasn't aware of. Forked cool tongue wrapped around it, glazing it with a hint of his saliva, tasting it curiously like a snake might taste the air. With a squark though it seemed to activate it, yelping as the metal swelled and formed outwards, jamming in behind his teeth and holding his muzzle open, which only deepened his blush, wriggling his head left, right and centre, but it was quite secure! Those emerald eyes looked up at the dragoness, with a mix of curious, uncontrolled light arousal and a look of accusation at this trick!

D: "Oh my snowdragon, this is only the start of your troubles." He grins and twists back to his tail again which has brought forth a new item of interest. The clear vial is only the size of a mouse bit its contents are intriguing; a slow swirl of bubblegum pink and rich violet move with ease, mixing and separating in casual rhythm. The pop of the top catches your attention and, with a good grip on your lower jaw, he tips the concoction out over your tongue. The flavor is spicy and alluring, wetting your inner jaw on its way down, the paw on your jaw slipping down to rub your throat to make sure you swallow it. The side track kept you busy while the mercury like fluid loops around the base of your neck, forming a collar before the silver strands continue down your body in all directions, trickling down your back, between your wings and down your forelimbs.

S: He wriggles his head and neck, left, off to the right, his maw kept open and cutely bound, those whirling emerald orbs looking and trying to see a way out of his predicament without actually touching the glowing metal and making it worse! A whine slips from his bound maw, a little muffled sound and his situation didn't get any better with the look of the vial, those eyes drawn into the slowly hefting and changing colors, his maw helpless with the bit as that top was popped off, falling to the floor with a silent sound and the spicy stuff poured into his maw! He almost didn't even have to rub his throat, for he swallowed the first gulp without thinking before he could stop himself, distracted by the tingling across the silver dripping! A collared toy...

D: "Gooood girrrrl." He praises with a toothy grin, the words not catching you at first, at least not until you feel a sudden hot rush in your loins. His paws hold your head, shushing you softly as the chemicals take root rushing though your cold system with a lush heat that makes the very tips of your toes tingle. Your cute little noises only make his grin grow as the silver tendrils loop around your forelimbs and hind ankles alike. Over your wings stretch a beautiful net of shining silver as well, adorning his new pet with a jewelry harness that would make queens jealous. A lance of silvery fluid leaps from one wrist band to another, creating a chain even a frost dragoness like yourself could not break. Down your tail is set a cuff around the midsection, weighty and firm leaving you finally fully dressed for the occasion.

S: Snow almost whiiimpers out, the soft little gasp slipping around the bridle making that entire scaled form shudder across its length, electricity arcing across his body, the rippling of those glittering scales only eclipsed by the soft weak noises that leaked from that maw, distracted all over, unable to concentrate on anything, the searing heat rushing through those bloodstreams beneath that flesh. Finally brought down to all fours, wings netted, paws strapped, metal solid... helpless, and squirming and panting. The jewelry was beautiful, and he couldn't help the blush, at how much he would have paid to possess it for his collection, to wear in hiding and express how beautiful it made him. But now he was *bound* in it, in front of another, with every beat of his heart sending pulses of warmth and hot rushes straight between his hindlegs! He crooooned a weak, helpless sound!

D: "Such a pretty thing." He coos, his paw turning your head to one side then the other slowly, glancing over you again now. The changes are subtle, going from a dominant drake to a subby hen was more an internal change but there were features to admire; a slight curve to those earfins, a widening to those plentiful child-bearing hips, a slendering to that long agile tail. After he gets a good look at you, the black drake lifts himself up into a more aggressive posture, the scent of something alluring catching your attention before the sight of it dose. His thick pink drakehood stands at attention beneath his, the flesh stiff and ready, moist with his slitslime. With a paw behind your head, he brings your nose down under his belly leaving your snout an inch away from that sprawling long of male. "Soon." He breathes the word like an ultimatum, his paw reaching over your backside and up under your tail, massaging your vent- but unlike usual your arousal doesn't grow out, it grows in.

S: Such subtle changes to that scaled form... in reality there was very little to mark him as a male short of the obvious breeding spire between those hindlegs, that ridged pride that he took a lot of joy in prying femmy drakes open with, that lithe body, slender, angular maw and the powerful tail as long as his body was. And the wriggling of his form against those tough, firm and beautfil binds of his failure to give in, despite the whimpers and the halfheartedness of his struggles, as if he could barely render the will to attempt escape. He cowered before his as he raised up, aggressively, positioning for power, and those eyes widened a great deal at his own thick log of breeding flesh, a commanding paw pushing his maw down, close enough to feel the *heat* of it... Those limbs went a little limp with the scent, the power of it, whimpering, partway in weakening will, halfway in growing need... rapidly becoming a she, and flushing powerfully across her maw at that single, super powerful word.

D: The big black teases your senses all the while, enjoying seeing you in such a state, the mixture of resistance and desire delicious to behold. Slipping a paw under your throat, he holds you casually pinned between its powerful embrace and his belly. Your flared nostrils can take in only the scent of a virile male so it comes a little surprise when you get your first taste as well, that slimy flesh sliding in over your tongue. It would have been difficult to notice the slow change as the ball changed to a ring but when that heavy cockflesh passes deeper into your muzzle it becomes obvious. By the time he has your nose buried in his crotch, his other paw has worked your new feminine sex into a state of full arousal. You can still feel your womb growing, what was once a pair of testies capable of seeding a hen of your own has stretched out and changed to rich egg-packed ovaries for the next male to take advantage of. He rumbles, sniffing your undertail, licking his lips hungrily as he slowly rocks his self above you, muzzle fucking his new hen.

S: SnowDragon's eyes whirl, this way, that way, anywhere but where they were currently looking, but the poor girl with her veins and loins burning with such heat, kept snapping back to the source of that scent, to the base of his power which only served to warm her body further and further, beyond any point she might have thought possible as a male! With her maw parted by the ball, the change was impossible... brought closer and closer by that demanding, controlling paw until it was sinking right past her defenseless lips and into that dripping, drooling muzzle, the taste exploding her senses, whimpering a muffled needing, helpless sound, so caught between struggles and submission, the very place she used to place others, groaning as the warmth glows in her belly... new life, just waiting to be stolen and filled.

D: He rumbles delightfully as his slick hot shaft meets the cool interior of your throat, the big drake rolling his hips against you, coating his arousal with your saliva. The flavor is as imposable to ignore as the contents of the vial was, only this is much more vivid, much more lasting. There's more to this torturous experience as well, the big drake's paw leaving your neck in favor of more fully exploring his new little breeding partner's undertail. One paw holds that shapely rump while the other arches your tail up out of the way, exposing your feminine features to his curious muzzle. His talons spread your sex apart, showing off the cool interior for his tongue to drag across with a purposeful firmness. Again he repeats the motion at a different angle, slurping up your wetness while adding a bit of his own. By the this time he has you right where he wants you and, with a devious little twist, he buries his tongue deep into that ripe little pussy hole of yours, stretching your virgin folds out as he reams your cunt mercilessly.

S: She would make a beautiful mother that much was for certain, even if she didn't think so, that thick cock stuffed down her throat and maw certainly seemed to agree with that fact, each sliding forth motion making her mmmrph out in some sort of mixture between arousal and defiance, unable to solidly pick between one, that slippery natural lubricant drooling past the corners of that maw. Her angular, cute long tail lifted without an issue, left arched all wonderfully, those talons V-ing her hot, needing vent, letting long, slow streams of liquid lust slowly fall to the floor, dripping with taunting certainty. The first slurp draws a whimper, muffled... the second, a squark. And when it pushes right in, her body raised to try and resist the pleasure only exposing her for the stab of that tongue, having walked right into her trap, the virgin female in her first ever heat muffled around that breeding spire with a screech, brand new muscles of what once was male pulsing, clenching, shuddering, not sure what to do or what was happening as a fresh batch of eggs was readied into her filling womb.

D: His open maw grinds that forked tongue over your innocent inner walls, licking and slurping across those lush folds, pushing this way and that to stretch those muscles out some. He takes you for a good while, those lovely lips at both ends getting a good workout. Its hard to tell just how long he keeps you like that, though the puddle of drool and lust on the floor has grown substantially as he withdraws from both ends. Your jaw aches and your nether's burn lustfully as he withdraws, a flick of his tongue sending a string of cummy fluid off into the air as he suckles his tongue back up. He leaves a smear of his own male juices across your own tongue as well, a lingering reminder of the great drake's virility. "I wonder how you'll do." He hums softly, eyeing your tender young form as he steps around slowly, a strand of silver leaping out between your hind cuffs to lock together, but rather then pulling them together, they force your limbs apart into a nice wide stance, offering your body. "How many eggs can that lovely little womb of yours hold for me I wonder?" He prrrrs deviously, drawing a talon along your hips, a strand of silver jumping from your bound wrists to the bar between your hinds and begins to shrink, drawing your forelimbs back, dragging you down onto your chest into an even more compromising position.

S: SnowDragon unfs and uuuhns softly, muffled, gagged, stuffed full of that thick dragoncock, making the noises that were purely made from just such an action, those feminine curved earfrills pressing against her neck in such embarrassment, the blush across her maw so powerful from her body's reaction, groaning and shuddering weakly... from the pulsing, clenching of her soaking wet depths, she had surely pushed several fresh batches of eggs straight into her virgin womb... the taste of powerful male certainly not helping the situation! A short, louder, clear whimper as her hindlegs were forced apart by the thick metal, exposing her form... and then, her forepaws pulled down between them to take up the classic presenting position. Exposed. Vulnerable. Ready. Her maw and chin pressed to the ground, laying in the puddle of pure lust, the virgin girl deliciously exposed and unwilling, helpless.

D: The black dragon sniffsniffsniffs at your undertail, licking his lips at the lewd scent therein, eager to put your new body to the test. He climbs up behind you slowly, teasingly, purposefully, making sure you can feel the weight against your backside and the curve of his warm form against your cool body. He stands over you, the shadow of a fully capable male looming dangerously close. He lets you soak in the fear and anticipation of being bred, helpless, needy, ripe for the taking as he leans down and breathes in your scent. The warm puff of his breath on the back of your neck sends shivering tingles down your spine. "Spread your wings for me little girl." He growls softly, the command soothing but intense leaving no room for argument. "I want to watch them flutter as I fuck you raw." He hisses, his fangs so close to your neck you can almost feel them tugging at your tender hide already.

S: Even the slightest feeling of that breathing against her new, totally virgin vent had her shuddering and squirming, completely transformed and her mind drowning in the feelings, and the scents and the overwhelming feeling of the burning inside her belly, the feeling she had put so many other females through before shoving clutches deep into their forms, and now the black was going to punish her for it. A shiver, a muffled clear whimper, a solid weak gulp as those teeth drew dangerously close to the claiming mating bit, the spicy scent of her arousal so powerfully deep in her virgin heat it pervaded every single breath... leaving no room for defiance, those netted wings unfurling as she blushed, hard.

D: "Gooood girrrrrl." He hisses again, sliiiiding his tongue up your neck sensually, smearing the feminine flavor still lingering along your soft hide. To reward your obedience, the paw on your belly slips along the inner curve of your thighs and frames your slit, V-ing it open with meticulous gentleness. You know what's coming, he's been teasing you with it since he gave you the silver ball but feeling that hot leaking cocktip nestled against your nether lips is still a striking sensation. The big black continues to apply pressure, forcing those bare pussy folds to wrap around his greedy spire and swallow it whole, inch by twitching inch. Down he goes, a continuous feed of cockflesh, stretching you open in a way you've not felt before, every muscle in your body forced to conform to the big black's desire. He grins a devious toothy grin as he feels your inner barrier, your poor cervix being smeared with his male lust as he presses his hips firmly against yours. He lets the moment linger, the smaller female's powerful heartbeat causing those yawning nether lips to squeeze rhythmically around his unprotected flesh.

S: Bound in such a helpless position she could do little but obey, the humiliating little praise only made her wetter, hotter and those emerald orbs squeezed closed only to protect herself feebly from such comments in the future, only for them to widen right up again with the firm, finally pressing of that thick, drooling spire against her held open vent, smearing and slathering it in her overflowing lusts. A soft squark as she pressed in, robbing the girl of her virginity, bound helpless dragoness squirming as she was filled and filled and *filled* with such a thick log of heavy flesh, stuffing against her innermost barrier and her muscles pulsing... gawds, how big was he? A soft little needing, helplessly aroused whimper slipped free as that so well designed breeding pole pressed against every spot she never even knew she had, cracking her mind into so many little heated pieces. She moaned breathily, defeated.

D: You'd gotten a good sample of his male arousal before but a spread muzzle was no substitute for the snug glove of a new hen's vent. Your reward for obedience is short lived however as the horny drake withdraws quickly, teetering on the edge of pulling out completely before rocking his hips forward and driving himself home inside you again in one swift motion. Again he repeats himself, drawing out and driving the point home, his tapered tip kissing your inner barrier, greedily leaving a smear of lustful fluid behind. Each thrust comes a little quicker, his hips meeting yours more rigorously as he growls deeply in delight. His little fucktoy begins scooting across the ground some, unable to help herself in this offering position so he places his forepaws on your shoulders, pinning your chest more firmly to the ground. In and out that slippery shaft works you open, your young vent getting to enjoy the first strokes of motherhood as he pumps that fat cockflesh freely under your lifted tail.

S: And just like he wanted, those wings fluttered strongly, jerking and hefting with each and every thrust, pushed forwards as the motion of that thick cock battering against her weakening cervix, the only defense between that cock and her ovulating form pushed her form forwards, the slurping and lewd thick scents that filled every inch of the air only increasing the feeling for both scaled critters the poor once virgin female beginning to squark out with each battering thrust as she was pinned firmly to the ground and rutted hard like a good little bitch, long streams of drooled feminine lust pooling on the ground, making more of a puddled mess! Gawds, she felt so full!

D: Your fullness was only just beginning, the horny drake's motions getting rougher as the pleasure grew in his loins. The soft huffs turned to feral growls, the black rocking his entire body back and forth to drive that fat log of flesh into your deepest most private of places. He was going to violate your freshly feminine form in every way and only when he was done claiming and humiliating you would he leave you fat and swollen with a fresh clutch of eggs. Sloppy strings of mixed sexual juices dribble down your thighs adding to the already intense mess on the floor, your soft innocent sex battered and bruised and not for a care from the male pounding away at your back. He leans down and takes your neck in his jaws, the sudden clamping bite wholly unexpected but the reaction was just what he wanted, your body tensing up as he plows harder into you, fucking his trembling hen with reckless abandon. His hips press flush with yours giving you no room to argue as he takes that cute little form of yours to the very edge.

S: The poor girl wavered, shuddering weakly. Turned female, muzzlefucked and then her new vent stuffed so heavily full of that thick, unyielding cock, it was only a matter of time until that deep barrier she felt within herself would fail and that thick cock would pierce and fully and totally impregnate her and she squeeealed out as she was bitten, that mating bite making her pulse and clench as another batch of eggs filled her barely protected womb, each thrust coming in harder, faster, helpless moans slipping from her maw in the vain help that someone might come to free her from this situation, in deep reality, she'd broken. And the pleasure she felt had overwhelmed everything else.

D: He had everything he wanted right here beneath his, a beautiful fresh, fertile hen, caught in a trap and bent over ready for breeding. He growled and huffed, his fangs sinking in to the gums to hold his prize down, marking you as his personal breeding grounds. His thrusts are vicious, ravaging full length motions cramming that fat wet pink cock into you from tip to base only now there's even more of it as the knot begins to swell giving his just the depth he needs. Your body his hiss to do with as he pleases, the rough motions helping knock fresh eggs from your over-full ovaries heightening the scent. His jaws squeeze your neck slightly as a pleasured sensation washes over his, that spear-like tip wedging its way into your deliciously vulnerable womb. Once inside he doesn't give up ground, raking your inner walls until even your inner barrier submits allowing that engorged flesh to streeeetch out luxuriously within your egg chamber, sperm-rich precum drizzling freely into your fertile belly- already enough to get you pregnant but not enough to claim you fully. You can feel the bulge in your belly hefting as he presses straight down into your egg chamber, forcing your sore pussy lips to stretch taunt over that bulbous knot.

S: SnowDragon screeched, that squark raising and howling out as he rammed even *more* of that huge spire into her overly fertile vent, pinned against the floor and with nowhere else to go that log of massive knotted flesh drooling preseed all throughout her womb and she knew she was pregnant, but the black drake wasn't going to stop there, those brutal thrusts stuffing and stretching her repeatedly around that swelling, bulging draconic knot, belly swelling as that massive cock sinks deeper and deeper still, once powerful male now reduced to little more than a marked fucktoy for his breeding. Her battered vent shuddered around that thick knot and she screamed out in unwanted, powerful climax, pumping eggs freely right into the firing line!

D: His tongue curls around your throat some, licking your neck as he holds you there, the pain of his fangs overshadowed by the pleasure of having your fresh vent stretched to its very limit by a long spire of virile beeding flesh. It's an utter relief when that knot finally slips in, your pussy folds closing in around the base, hugging it inside your body reflexively. But even knotted to your sweet cunt, he doesn't stop thrusting, tugging back to the edge before stuffing himself back in, rubbing that meaty spire across the walls of your vulnerable, smearing his scent into your feminine form. He can feel it, that ball of pleasure in his loins ready to burst free and takes great pleasure in making you wait, deciding when and where to shoot his load. He slides a paw along your belly, feeling the bulge of his cock just beneath the surface undulating recklessly, taking his pleasure from your form and, as if drawing a line across your womb to show the trajectory, he cums. The hot lance of sperm rushes across your cold walls, bathing it in a feral heat felt unrivaled in your lifetime, the horny hen not so much spurt as he is simply pissing hot sticky cum into your belly. His teeth hold you in place, all the fluttering and flailing in the world won't stop his from turning you into a fat, egg swollen broodslut as he laces your insides with his seed.

S: SnowDragon there was nothing she could do, bound as she was, pleasured as she was, climaxing as she was, knotted as she was. Nothing she could do except scream in pleasure as her first ever climax as a broodmother was extended to unimaginable lengths, womb swelling, filling rapidly with that one single, constant spurt of thick dragon cum. There was no escape with that thick knot locked deep in her form, the tip of that spire pouring such huge pressures of cum into her womb. Not just defeated, but so very impregnated, marked, claimed. Totally controlled. This black dragoness newest fucktoy breeder.

D: He hadn't had a climax that good in some time, his long body tense and strung but oh so satisfied and relaxed, the hot throbbing afterglow washing through his frame and lingering like a pleasant buzz. His fangs slip free, able to come away from your sore, used body far easier that his knot will, the paw on your belly rubbing the cummy bulge he put in there, a swell that will fade and then grow again much rounder in the coming weeks. He massages the taunt hide, groping your wet cock-stuffed vent as well, your little body unable to handle everything as the excess backwashed and even oozed out around the seal of his knot. No matter, more than enough kept locked away in that pretty little belly of yours to get the job done a hundred times over. He can only grin at the thought of those long-tailed eager little sperm rubbing up against your eggs, wriggling energetically to get inside and make you a cute little mother, helpless to stop the process.