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In the night sky, the red drake flapped his wings so that his descent slowed. He landed on all fours at the bottom of the rocky hill where another drake younger than he with azure scales waited. Though both were dragons, they were of a different lineage. The red drake was leaner yet tougher by comparison to his counterpart; where the blue had smooth, speckled scales and a traditional draconic snout, the red's sandy scales were plate like and the end of his muzzle terminated in a beak like tip. The spines along the back of the red's head raised forward as he approached his brethren.

"Greetings," he spoke. "Is this the Temple of the Celestial Ancients?"

"Yes," the azure drake nodded. "You are the visitor, then? How was the flight?"

"Dreary," the red replied. "Not many creatures share the sky with us this season."

"Unfortunate," the azure drake rumbled. He turned away from the red and pointed to the top of the hill. At the summit was a gathering of about twenty or so drakes that were all looking to the heavens. "Follow me. The ceremony will begin soon and we don't want to miss it!"

The azure drake padded off. The red stared at the assembled group, following their gaze to on high. Though it was well passed midnight, the night sky was bright with twinkling stars.

"Hey!" the azure drake called, craning his long neck to look over to the red drake. "Are you coming?"

The red drake nodded and walked over to the drake. Together they began to trudge up the hill, its steepness severely slowing their journey. The red drake was surprised to find himself breathing hard as he scrabbled up the pathway.

"Why," he gasped. "Aren't we just flying up there?"

"That would be sacrilege!" the azure drake replied. "A walk upwards shows our humility to the Celestials! Here they have the skies and we the ground."

"Hmph," the red drake grunted.

"It is but a small way we can show our appreciation to them, a sacrifice of sorts," the azure drake continued. "Without them we wouldn't have the gift of flight."

"Then why don't we use their gift as intended?"

"Ah, that is the humility part."

The red drake rolled his eyes and the two continued their journey in silence. It was only a few exhausting minutes of climbing before they reached the top. A pair of drakes silently moved aside to allow them to join the circle. Much to the red drake's annoyance no one spoke a word, not even his guide who looked to the sky with the others as soon as he was settled. Bored, the red drake's crest of spines moved backwards. He glanced around the circle, noting that he most definitely stood out among the other drakes, all of whom were similar in appearance to his guide yet of widely varying scale colors. Examining each of the drakes proved to be entertaining for only a few minutes again and then he was bored again. He nudged his guide.

"What are we waiting for?" the red drake asked.

The azure looked to the red drake with wide eyes. He brought a hand to his muzzle and shook his head.

"Oh come on," the red drake complained. "We can't talk."

The azure drake shook his head and nodded down the slope. A moment later, he left his spot, gesturing with his tail for the red to follow him. The red drake did so, the circle tightening again as the rest of the drakes moved close together.

"No, you can't talk!" the azure drake said. "I apologize, I thought you knew more about us, but until Razeth--eep!"

The azure drake snapped his muzzle shut when a drake with scales of radiant white swooped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the circle. The rest of the drakes bowed their heads at his entrance.

"Hey!" the red drake said. "I thought you said we couldn't fly!"

"Syte, who is this?" the white drake asked.

"I-I," Syye, the azure drake stuttered. "This is Skeezy, our visitor from the Oncin Flight. I apologize, Revered One, he's--"

"Skeezy?" the red drake chortled. "It's said like skies--"

"Skeezy?" the white drake said, scratching at his muzzle. He approached the red drake and those in his way parted to allow him a clear path. The red drake found himself taking a defensive posture at the larger white-scaled drake's approach. The two's eyes met and the red drake only found impassiveness in the other's gaze. "Skeezy, is it?"

The red drake opened his mouth to reply, but the white drake abruptly turned away.

"Everyone," he boomed. "Welcome Skeezy tonight!"

"Hail, Skeezy!" the assembled drakes shouted in a chorus of roars.

'Skeezy' frowned. "My name isn't--"

Skeezy's eyes widened when Syte reached over and clamped his muzzle short with a foreclaw. He pushed the younger drake's arm away and snarled.

"Don't touch me!"

"Don't talk while Razeth is!" Syte whispered. "He is the voice of the Celestials."

Skeezy rolled his eyes again, an action he expected to repeat many times in the coming hours.

"Come, Skeezy," Razeth said, motioning to the drake. "Join us in our ritual."

Before Skeezy could make a move, he felt something prod him. He turned his head and hissed at Syte.

"Go on!" Syte said.

"Touch me one more time and I'll--" Skeezy narrowed his eyes at the azure drake. "Rrgh."

Skeezy and Syte reclaimed their places in the circle. Razeth nodded in approval and smiled at the red drake.

"Thank you for joining us. We have heard your flight possesses the same problem as we do."

"Yeah," Skeezy replied. "Not enough tail to get."

"Don't--" Syte began.

"Silence, Syte. Let our guest speak." Razeth said. He returned his gaze to Skeezy. "Yes, that and our females lack their fertility." His bright eyes darkened. "Our numbers are dwindling. In these times, we must turn to the Celestials for their assistance and guidance."

"Yes, yes," Skeezy snorted. "The stars will surely save us."

Razeth nodded, looking to the heavens. "And so they will. They will give us an answer and aid tonight, I can feel it!"

"Ah, yes. The stars will deliver unto us."

"Precisely."

Skeezy refrained from rolling his eyes, if only barely.

"So," he said. "What is this ritual? You got a lot of drakes around here but I don't see any females. Is this some sort of orgy or--"

A drake to Skeezy's left huffed. The red drake looked around the circle and saw that all save Razeth stared at him disdainfully.

"Or not. Why don't we just ask the stars for assistance?" Skeezy cleared his throat. "Oh, shiny things in the sky, grant us your boon!"

"Yes!" Razeth said. "That's it! Speak more, friend!" "That was it," Skeezy said. "That was all I could come up with. I'll, uh, I'll leave the rest up to you."

"Very well." The white scaled drake turned away from Skeezy and looked to the scars. He sat on his haunches and raised his foreclaws to the sky. "Celestial Ancients! Hear my words this night! Your children dwindle, their strength diminishes. We have many warriors, but no mothers. I ask for you in the coming season to grant us a blessing of fertility, so that we may multiply and cloud the skies again!"

"How many times have you tried this?" Skeezy whispered to Syte as Razeth continued to speak. The younger drake pretended to not hear the drake, but his expression grew grim at the question. "More than a few, huh? And it's never worked. What do you expect? The stars are just stars! There's nothing--"

A sudden beam of light lanced out from the sky, the same shade of white as Razeth's scales. It streaked towards the gathered dragons.

"Aha!" Razeth crowed. "There it is! Skeezy, your presence has pleased the Celestials. Our display of strength and unity was not in vain."

"Yeah..." Skeezy muttered, backing away from the circle, his gaze focused on the swiftly approaching light. "You might want to move. That is coming right for you..."

"A blessing for all of us," Razeth corrected. "And we shall receive it."

"No thanks!" Skeezy said. He lifted his wings to perhaps fly away when the beam of light unexpectedly sped up and impacted Razeth. All the red drake managed to do was stumble blindly back as the beam exploded in a nova of radiance, leaving all sightless and stunned.

Skeezy hurriedly blinked back the white spots in his vision until he could see again. He glanced around the summit and found that the other drakes in the circle were still recovering, Syte is particular mewling and rubbing at his eyes. Skeezy chuckled and then froze as his gaze fell upon Razeth. The white drake was looking in bewilderment at his foreclaws, which appeared to be shrinking. No, Skeezy saw, it was more than just his foreclaws--Razeth was losing muscle and mass as a whole. In addition, the mature drake seemed to be becoming younger as well. Skeezy watched in astonishment as the dragon's body reshaped into a sleek, slim form, his scales softening and shining brighter even more than they had before, his twin horns diminishing so that they simply ceased to exist.

Skeezy blinked. He had certainly never seen a female of this flight, but Razeth appeared far more feminine than male at the moment.

The red drake's suspicions were proven correct when Razeth's visible genital slit warped and twisted into a set of puffy lips that housed a wet, feminine slit. Razeth shivered as further changes internal racked her and then the changes were complete, rendering the former drake a young, nubile dragoness. She fell onto all fours and twisted her neck around to stare at her new nethers. Her eyes clouded; when they had cleared, they were filled with lust rather than surprise or the stoic impassiveness from before.

Skeezy sniffed the air. A heavenly scent emanated from the dragoness, a sweet smell that pronounced her readiness for corporeal works, a readiness Skeezy could not easily resist as evidenced by movement within his loins. Though Skeezy knew in a sense that both his body and mind were being influenced to mate with the dragoness, he didn't mind. An opportunity was an opportunity, after all.

He glanced down to his hindquarters and saw his draconic member start to peek out of his genital slit. He returned his gaze to Razeth and chuckled.

"So that's how it's going to be," he said.

He approached the dragoness, who was still entranced by her pussy. She was reaching for it with a claw when Skeezy spoke, drawing her attention to him.

"Hello," he said.

Razeth stared at Skeezy's visible cock. "Thank the Celestials. I need that."

"Yes," he said, looking up to the stars. "Thank you. Now," he smirked at the dragoness. "Would you like your due?"

Razeth nodded eagerly, turning her rear to Skeezy and lifting her tail. Without a moment of hesitation, the red drake pounced upon the dragoness.

"Hey!" a voice called out. Skeezy turn his head to the source of the speech in annoyance. Syte looked upon him and Razeth in shock. Actually, Skeezy found, most of the drakes did, though a few glared lustfully at Razeth.

"Quiet, Syte," Skeezy said. "Don't you see I've got some tail to attend to?"

"That's not 'tail'! That's the Celestial's speaker!"

"So? She seems willing enough!"

Syte opened his mouth to speak, but both he and Skeezy were surprised when Razeth silkily interrupted: "I was. They see me fit for a different purpose--to be mated by this virile visitor! I accept their judgment." She glanced back lustily at Skeezy. "Now come on, Skeezy! I need it! I need it now!"

"My name isn't..." Skeezy began. "Ah, whatever."

The red drake wrapped his foreclaw around the dragoness and then plunged into her. She moaned in pleasure and shivered as the tip of his cock penetrated her sensitive, virgin slit.

"More!" she begged. "Give me more, please!" Skeezy obliged without complaint, thrusting in deeper.

"Oh!" Razeth squealed. "This is divine."

Skeezy chortled, peeking over to Syte, whose stared on at their rut with a mixture of shock and growing lust and envy.

"She's tight," Skeezy said, relishing the pleasurable sensation of his partner's inner walls clamping forcefully on his member. "Perfect. Mmm, you can have her after, Syte. I'm sure she'll be ready enough for all, won't you, dear?"

"Yes," Razeth shuddered. "Yes, all of you! I need to be filled, I need to birth! We must multiply!

"And you want all of it?"

"Please! All of it!"

"Oh, you will have it."

Skeezy thrust in and out of the dragoness faster now, the sound of his movements in synch with her moans. Her breaths came in shorter and shorter until she was panting at each pump. With a roar and a breath of flame, Skeezy came within the dragoness. As Razeth shuddered and moaned as his seed filled her womb, her body glowed with heaveny light. This light burst into an expanding ring of radiance, engulfing all of the watching drakes. When it dissolved, the watchers' visages were no longer covered in disgust; rather, they all looked lustily upon Razeth--and Skeezy. The drake held onto her for a moment more and then clambered off. The dragoness looked back at him.

"More!" she begged. "More!"

"Oh, you'll get some," Skeezy said. "But I wanted to give others a chance. Come on, fellows. She's all yours. I need a moment."

"Er, Skeezy," Syte said. "I think you'll need more than that."

"Hey! Listen, don't you question my virility and my name is--"

Skeezy suddenly squealed as he felt a tug at his member. He looked down to his hindquarters in horror and watched as his erect cock withered and shrank, retreating into a changing slit.

"No!" Skeezy shouted. "No, no, no!"

He sat on his hindquarters and pawed at his member, but it was too late. It disappeared into his softening slit with a squelch, causing the dragon to quiver at the oddly pleasurable sensation of his cock coming closer to non-existence and his testicles converting to a fertile task of a different kind, to be seeded rather than seed.

"I'm not..." Skeezy muttered. "I'm not--"

Skeezy wailed when she ceased to be male, her slit converting to a wet and wanting pussy and a womb burrowing into existence in her hindquarters. She touched her altered sex experimentally, shivering at the alien but pleasant sensations that proved her change was all too real. She took a whiff of herself and smelled that same sweet scent that Razeth had, except it was emitting from her. Her eyes widened when she realized her fate.

"But I'm the virile visitor!" Skeezy wailed, her voice rising in pitch.

While she continued to stare at her pussy, her hard scales softened and the crest of spines upon her head shrank down so that they were less imposing and her blue eyes grew large and innocent. Like Razeth before her, she too lost mass and muscle until even the smallest of the assembled drakes outsized her, though it was not as if she noticed. She was far more concerned with her changes, at least until she felt something brush up against her. She turned her head and found herself eye to eye with Syte, who gazed at her lustfully. Anger surged through her.

"I said...I said..."

Skize blinked. What had she said? Her rage dissipated, driven away by a growing lust and overwhelming instincts. It was so hard to think with this male in front of her. His name didn't matter, all that mattered was that he had a cock and he could impregnate her and ensure she was carrying eggs, eggs that would hatch into--

The new dragoness shook her head. What was she thinking? She had just fucked a dragoness as a male and she certainly wasn't going to...to what? To...

"Syte," she whispered.

"Yes, Skeezy?" he said.

"My name isn't..." But that didn't matter did it? Skeezy smiled at the drake. "Go ahead. Touch me. Touch me as much as you want. As _intimately_as you want..."

Syte grinned. Now larger and stronger than she, the drake gripped Skeezy in his foreclaws and forced her on her back. She spread her legs and let her tail down as she stared hungrily at his erect member. She shivered in anticipation while it drew close, her pussy slickening at the mere sight of it. She was unprepared when he entered her with a savage lunge, parting her pussy lips and ramming hard into her tight tunnel. She moaned so loud that Syte looked taken aback and worried for a few seconds. Then he regained his composure and lowered himself onto her, drive deeper and deeper into her with his member. She squirmed under his lovemaking, tail lashing out against the ground while he did his best to pleasure her and pleasure her he did. They went at is so viciously and swiftly that they reached their climax in half a minute, Syte all too willing to splash his seed into her womb and Skeezy all too willing to receive.

When Syte crawled off of her, the dragoness had already forgotten about him. Instead on her mind was fertility and whether that had been enough to impregnate her. She was sure he had, for she could already feel a swelling warmth in her womb that promised that she would soon be heavy with eggs. She to make sure though, right?

Skeezy looked for Syte but where he had been was an azure scaled dragoness, who gazed in confusion at her body. This dragoness blinked and then her focus was no longer on herself, but one of the drakes that had been waiting so patiently for a dragoness as she. The azure dragoness leapt at the male and Skeezy only watched their rough rutting for a moment before she was looking for a male of her own. She shifted her gaze past them and to Razeth, who was standing with her legs spread, three freshly laid eggs under her slick pussy and another on the way. Skeezy relished the thought of laying eggs of her own when she finally caught sight of another drake. She leapt towards him and he had his way with her. When they were finished, it took her a little bit longer than last time to find another male amongst the writhing mass of rutting dragons, for they were apparently becoming in short supply. She wondered where they had gone and where the other females were coming from.

After her fourth drake, she started to search for another and was having no luck when she felt a sudden pressure in her womb. She quickly adopted an egglaying posture, spreading her legs apart and lowering her body slightly to the ground. The first egg came out the slowest and most painful, but it also intensely pleasurable, each push an impetus to get it out and move to the next. The first egg plopped out shortly and the second move a bit faster than the first, the third much quicker than the two before, and the fourth and last was nearly effortless. She looked lovingly at her eggs before searching again for a male, but none were in sight, just twenty other dragonesses either laying or about to lay. The exhausted dragoness shrugged and curled around her clutch. She had certainly had enough for a day, though the prospect of further sexual excursions in the morrow excited her. The Oncin Flight certainly had a multitude of males, ones who wouldn't mind the presence of a fertile female like herself...

Before she fell into a restful slumber, Skeezy looked to the bright night sky and thanked the stars.