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Kyrie had tried to predict what Kazar might say when he realised who he was speaking to, after all these years. The green-scaled lizard had done very well for himself with Kyrie’s blessing, evidently becoming a world-renowned handler of the six-legged riding reptiles Kazar’s world called ‘basilisks’. He found himself pleasantly surprised to be so warmly greeted as he was.

“The Sage returns,” Kazar beamed, clapping his hands together once, then seizing Kyrie’s own white-scaled one between them. He shook the white dragon’s hand, his toothy snout splitting into delight. “It has been—what, twelve years, my friend! Yet somehow, I always hoped you would come back.”

Kyrie felt his blue earfins heat up just a little bit. It was nice, being so warmly regarded. The two of them stood in a field beside a large, well-maintained farmhouse of a fashion. Jutting out of the field here and there were large, purple crystals, almost like trees. Six-legged basilisks lazed in the field, though a couple seemed to be on the prowl in the fenced-off areas.

“I had to see what became of the greatest basilisk handler I ever met,” Kyrie offered in return, inclining his head ever so slightly in respect and letting his blue horns catch the fading afternoon light.

“Mm, basilisk handler,” Kazar said with a twinkle in his yellow eyes. He lifted Kyrie’s hand, still clasped between his own, and then kissed the back of it. “I am pleased you remember how well I handle… basilisks,” he added. The heat in Kyrie’s earfins threatened to migrate to his face. Kazar glanced around, then, eyes searching. “Do you still have your blue-bellied basilisk? Umber?” he asked, the tip of his green tail twitching. “She wasn’t too old, was she?” How long did basilisks live for? Kyrie wasn’t certain, actually. Umber – or Salrith, by her actual name – was something of a world hopper, like Kyrie.

“I do, in fact,” Kyrie said. “I didn’t bring her, though.” She had stayed home, this time.

“I see,” Kazar said with a knowing tone. “A more personal visit, then?” He flashed a smile at Kyrie. “I’m honoured beyond words.” Finally, he let go of Kyrie’s hand, then looked across the open land they stood upon to a large, purple-coloured building that seemed to be half wood, half opaque glass. Cut from the crystals, no doubt. Kazar lifted his eyeridges. “Would you care to see the basilisks?” he asked.

In short order, Kyrie was standing in a large, square space that was ringed with smaller, individual stalls, each still large enough for several people. The centre seemed to be a sort of staging area, with four pillars supporting the ceiling, each pillar covered in metal rings for anchoring things to. Tools hung from a number of hooks on multiple parts of the walls, and all the building material seemed to be wooden brown or glossy, crystal purple. Light filtered in from a glassy window overhead. The scent of animal clung to Kyrie’s nostrils, always a little different from world to world, yet always recognisable, too.

The thing that commanded the most attention, though, were the nearly fifteen basilisks in the stalls themselves. Large, sinuous, almost predatory in bodyshape, the reptilian beasts of burden peered inquisitively at Kyrie and Kazar from their pens with four orange-yellow eyes each. A couple reared up, placing their forelegs on the edges of their stalls, their back four legs supporting their scaly weight. Each one was secured to the wall by a thick collar and a tether, just in case they got any idea about jumping.

Kyrie found himself staring around the stable area with some measure of wonder. It looked like the sort of place that a prince might have commanded, lavish and splendid. Kazar had done well for himself. When Kyrie had given him a blessing of health and good fortune, he hadn’t quite expected the lizard to make this much of it.

When his eyes fell on a white-scaled basilisk, Kyrie’s breath caught. He glanced at the green lizard, who was watching him with what could only be thought of as expectant delight.

“Is that—”

“Mmhm,” Kazar rumbled, crossing his arms knowingly. Kyrie felt tingles run down through his belly and up from his feet, both surging through his body to meet in a toe-curling tingle in his slit. “His name’s Helios. Not directly yours, but his mom, well. We call the breed little sages.” Kazar gave an almost wistful smile. “Now and then, one even has wings, of a fashion, hmhm.”

“I… see,” Kyrie flustered. He had a daughter. Well, of a sorts. He didn’t know that he could rightly call any of his offspring from his time with Kazar by such formal titles – they were just animals, in the end. And yet…

“So, you’ve seen how the basilisk stables have gotten a, mm, upgrade… If you think this is impressive, you ought to see the basilisk gear we’ve designed,” Kazar rumbled, and suddenly Kyrie was aware of just how close the lizard was. The white dragon could feel his warmth as he hovered beside him. He was rocking a little back and forth on his toes. “Want to see?”

Kyrie felt like his mouth was dry as he looked to Kazar, seeing the green lizard’s snout almost hovering on his shoulder. Instead of speaking, Kyrie just nodded once.

“Great,” Kazar breathed. Then he stepped forward and grabbed Kyrie’s hand, pulling the white dragon over to one of the few empty stalls. His hand felt warm, and strong. “Here,” he said, opening the door with a sweep of his free hand and guiding them both inside. Kyrie heard the stall door swing shut behind him. “You’re going to be real impressed.”

Kyrie glanced around. This stall, missing its basilisk, had a number of tools for the six-legged creatures instead. Ropes, reins, bits, and a fair few tools that Kyrie couldn’t identify by name. Kazar began pointing out several of them, excitedly telling Kyrie about how impressive this technical improvement was, or that safety addition had become.

Then, he pointed out a hook on the wall of the stable, encouraging Kyrie to go and look a little more closely at it. When the white dragon did, he suddenly felt a presence right behind him – and felt Kazar’s arms wrap around him from behind. Suddenly, he was being held.

“So, now that you’ve had the tour,” Kazar’s voice rumbled into the back of his earfin, “how about we get to why you really came back. Hmm?” When Kyrie didn’t immediately pull away, Kazar pressed the issue by kissing the back of Kyrie’s jaw. The sensation sent a shiver dancing up and down the white dragon’s spine. “Feel like being handled?”

At the same time, Kazar’s hand slid around Kyrie’s body to slip into the folds of his robes, gently tugging on them. He could feel Kazar’s body heat against his back – feel his legs on either side of his tail.

“I could… be convinced,” Kyrie permitted himself to breathe out in turn. Kazar’s snout pressed a second kiss, revitalising the shiver that continued to sweep through Kyrie’s body. His hand artfully handled Kyrie’s robes, slipping them from his shoulders and leaving the weight of his fabric to tug itself down where it fell to the floor. He heard Kazar’s gentle gasp when he saw Kyrie’s wings, normally hidden beneath the thick folds of his soft robe.

“These still take my breath away,” Kazar breathed, letting his hand slide to gently caress the bone of Kyrie’s left wing. His touch was so gentle, yet captivated. Then he gave a pleased chuckle. “I also can’t help but notice that you’ve no undergarments,” Kazar pointed out, his hand sliding to squeeze Kyrie’s hip. The white dragon felt himself flushing a little. He normally didn’t wear anything under his robes – they were generally better secured on his body, after all. He didn’t tell Kazar that, though. Especially not when he felt the lizard’s hand slip back to squeeze his ass, cupping it in his palm.

Kyrie felt his cheeks burn a little brighter when Kazar’s hand then slid to the front and found the peeking protrusion of his dick. Kazar wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around it, making Kyrie gasp a little.

“Oh, yes,” Kazar teased. “I’d almost forgotten that you’ve this side to you.” When Kyrie bristled a little, the green lizard chuckled and used his other arm, slid now around Kyrie’s chest, to hold him tight. “Almost. Let’s get it taken care of, now… Put your hands on the wall.”

Then, gently, he began to stroke Kyrie’s shaft right there, facing the wall of the stable pen. Kyrie felt his fingers glide and dance down his fleshy, ridged spire from his tip all the way to his slit. It was gentle, but purposeful, and Kyrie felt his toes curling. He heard the shuffle as Kazar used his tail to hook onto and slide Kyrie’s robes off to the side. With a blush, Kyrie lifted his hands and pressed his palms to the smooth, wooden wall.

“I’ve dreamt about you, you know?” Kazar breathed, holding Kyrie tight as the white dragon’s dick began to thicken; began to fatten up into the basilisk handler’s grasp. Kyrie couldn’t suppress the little moan that came when his dick slid free of his slit enough to fill Kazar’s hand – which the basilisk handler made immediate use of, giving a soft and exploratory squeeze of his whole shaft. “The Sage, back in my stables, back in my arms…”

He increased his rhythm, starting to properly jerk Kyrie off, aiming his hardening dick towards the wall. When Kyrie’s shaft had pulsed and throbbed to full hardness, Kazar began to pump him languidly but constantly, letting his fingers squeeze and knead each and every ridge along Kyrie’s blue, slimy dick.

“Kazar,” Kyrie moaned out. The lizard’s hand squeezed a little harder and began to almost milk Kyrie, making the dragon’s toes and tailtip curl. Kyrie could feel slime building up between Kazar’s fingers as he teased and groped each ridge.

“Wow,” Kazar crooned as Kyrie felt a spurt of precum erupt from his tip to splatter against the stable floor. “Hearing you moan my name feels…” Kazar’s arm left Kyrie’s chest as he kept stroking him, his hips pulling back. Kyrie heard a soft pop, like a button, before Kazar held him again. Then, the lizard’s hips eased forwards again – and this time, Kyrie felt something very warm and plump squash against his flank. “…real good,” Kazar finished. Throb-throb.

“Nnh… Kazar, slow down,” Kyrie panted as the basilisk handler kept stroking him, pumping his increasingly rigid dick. He could feel the slow thickening at his base as his knot began to threaten to engorge, disrupting the otherwise sleekly ridged silhouette of his cock.

“Getting close?” Kazar breathed. Kyrie nodded. That just made Kazar kiss his earfin and sultrily growl out, “Good. Because if I remember right, then once this impressive thing is spent, we can do much more fun things, can’t we?”

“Ah?” Kyrie gasped, suddenly realising that Kazar was trying to take him over the edge. Somehow, that realisation made him feel that much more sensitive, and vulnerable to losing control. His knot began to swell, and he bit his tongue as he realised that he was getting really close. He could feel that building knot of pressure behind his prostate, tingling within his slit.

“You blessed my basilisks,” Kazar grunted into his earfin, grinding his own plump, ridged shaft against Kyrie. He kissed his neck. “I owe it to my lineage to see if you can’t bless my own children, too, don’t I?”

Kyrie’s toes curled tightly. Kazar’s hand became a blur on his cock, bouncing from tip to knot. The lizard didn’t know how knots worked, so he didn’t stimulate Kyrie’s, but in the heat of the moment it hardly mattered as he intently worked over the white dragon’s dick. He wanted to breed Kyrie himself. Stars above.

To his shame and delight, Kyrie felt himself hit that tingling threshold then and there in Kazar’s grip. He started to wildly pulse, his knot ballooning to nearly full-size as Kazar’s squeezing pumps became a flurry around his shaft.

“Oof, that got you over, didn’t it?” Kazar panted into his ear as the first noisy, wet splurt of cum erupted against the stable wall. Kyrie gasped, pressing his hands flat against it as he came, spraying rope after rope against the wall and hay-lined floor. He bit his tongue, trying and failing to suppress his groans as he emptied his internal balls to the milking squeezes of Kazar’s hand. “That’s it. Good boy… Cum for your handler, hmm?”

And Kyrie did. He felt like he was being milked the whole way through, Kazar’s hand making a frothy mess of his cock as his climax was pushed hard. Kyrie moaned and gasped, clenching over and over again as he spent himself against the wall while Kazar kept growling little ‘_Good boy’_s into his ear.

As his nerves began to wind down from climax, Kyrie slowly became aware of his surroundings again. The skittering of claws from one of the neighbouring, actually occupied stalls. The distant sound of animals braying, the click-like growling of one basilisk at another, the heavy breathing of Kazar against his neck… To his right, four orange eyes of a basilisk stared at him before it flicked out a long, forked tongue in his direction. Then its head disappeared, as though its voyeuristic tendencies had been satisfied.

“Stars,” Kyrie panted.

“Stars, indeed,” Kazar whispered to him, giving his slowly-softening dick a squeeze. “Thanks for the lubrication, Kyrie.” The white dragon felt Kazar kiss his neck again, and Kyrie felt waves of sensation sweep through his body.

Before Kyrie could question exactly what that meant, he felt a now-slimy finger press against his tailhole. He gasped, then turned his head slightly to look at Kazar.

“Give me a minute, I just finished,” he gently protested. Kazar just chuckled, then lifted his arm from Kyrie’s chest to catch the white dragon’s now tilted muzzle, twisting it further until he could kiss him. Suddenly, Kyrie’s maw was being gently locked with the green lizard’s, jaw slotting to jaw. He wasn’t able to protest further, then, because Kazar’s thick, purplish tongue was pressing into his mouth even more insistently than his cum-slicked finger was suddenly pushing at Kyrie’s ring.

It took only a few moments for Kazar’s digit to breach Kyrie’s body, sinking into the second knuckle and curling to gently, teasingly press against his prostate. Kyrie moaned into Kazar’s kiss, feeling the faint discomfort of overstimulation after he’d just peaked. His eyes closed, letting him just feel the sensation of being invaded from both ends.

Kazar’s tongue was slimy, exploratory. It grazed over his teeth, then wrestled with Kyrie’s own blue one. His taste was foreign, but not unpleasant, and Kyrie found himself pushing longingly back against him.

Kyrie’s protests slowly melted away altogether, as Kazar didn’t push too hard or too deeply – simply slowly, gently massaging his prostate as they kissed. If Kyrie hadn’t just finished, he knew he would have been dripping before long under the steady, circular kneading that Kazar was giving him.

After nearly a minute of it, Kazar finally drew his jaws back, his tongue retreating from Kyrie’s mouth like a wriggling eel. Kyrie opened his eyes to see Kazar looking at him with utter adoration and desire, a smile on his angular snout.

“Good boy,” Kazar whispered to him. Then, he slowly began to tug on Kyrie’s tailhole with his finger, forcing Kyrie’s back to arch and his rump to push out. “But you know, I also recall just how good a girl you are, too.”

Suddenly, Kazar bumped his hip forward and Kyrie felt something very fat, slimy, and hard poke against his almost fully retracted dick. Just his tip was poking out, now, and it put up no resistance as the green lizard pushed his shaft forwards, squashing his plump crown right against the white dragon’s slit.

“Back in it goes,” Kazar breathed.

“Nnh…” Kyrie bit his tongue, looking away. Kazar used his other hand to catch his muzzle again, though, turning him back.

“Uh-uh. Look at me, now. Eyes this way.”

Kyrie met Kazar’s eyes with an even deeper blush, feeling the pressure building against his slit. He knew from experience that it fit. He still hadn’t taken it in—

“NnAHH!” Kyrie groaned out when suddenly, almost abruptly, Kazar’s cock sank its thick tip into him. He stood up on tip-toes and instinctively tried to pull away, but Kazar’s arm was already there around his midsection, anchoring him, pulling him back down so that it stayed inside. “Stars!” Kyrie gasped, fingers digging into the wall as he felt the sheer girth of Kazar’s fat dick throb once inside of him. The lizard hadn’t even fingered his front, or used his tongue, or… “C-can’t we try a little oral first?”

Kazar chuckled and nuzzled his neck.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of opportunity to suck me off,” he rumbled. Kyrie frowned, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he focused on relaxing around the lizard. Then Kazar kissed his neck and playfully added, “And I can show you my tongue, later.”

Kyrie wanted to feel mad, but it was a little hard when Kazar hugged him from behind like that and added those little teases. At the same time, his free hand slid down to the white dragon’s front, and he used one finger to start rubbing the peak of his slit. Where a clit would be, Kyrie realised. Even without one proper, it still felt oddly nice as Kazar started to gently but firmly rock his hips back and forth.

“So,” Kazar breathed into his ear as he held him. “Who else you paid a visit to?”

Kyrie groaned, trying to relax his muscles as Kazar slowly wedged himself deeper inside, a little bit more with each thrust. The stretch was intense, especially having finished just before, but… good, too.

“Nnh…nobody,” Kyrie panted. That drew an immediate throb from the lizard that made Kyrie’s toes curl. Kazar’s legs slipped between Kyrie’s, then slowly forced him to spread them a little more.

“Really?” Kazar asked, smiling at Kyrie. “I’m flattered. …Good boy.” Kyrie felt a shiver run down his back again. “That deserves a reward if ever I heard something. Squeeze tight, then relax, alright?”

Kyrie swallowed hard, then focused on tightening his muscles. He clenched hard, shutting his eyes since Kazar wouldn’t let him actually look away… then relaxed his pelvic muscles.

Immediately he felt Kazar push, and suddenly a fat, rigid three inches were skewering up and into his front. Kyrie gasped as his eyes snapped open, groaned, and clawed at the wall a little while Kazar held him tight.

“Shh, you’re doing so well,” Kazar panted, throbbing again. Kyrie could feel his heartbeat through his dick, lodged halfway into him, its ridges stiffening with each pulse. “You going to be good for me?”

Kyrie brought one of his hands in to clutch at Kazar’s arm where it held his chest.

“Y-Yes,” he gasped. Throb, throb. Kazar took a tiny half-step forwards, giving a little hump with his hips. It lodged another half-inch into Kyrie and made the white dragon writhe. Kazar was really inside him. Not even his ass, either. Kyrie tried to look down, but his jaw was caught by Kazar again while his other hand continued to playfully finger and rub the peak of his slit.

“That means eyes here, Kyrie. Until I’m done breeding you.”

_ Breeding him_.

Kyrie let slip a groan, but didn’t contradict Kazar. He was still too close off the back of his climax to finish from what Kazar was doing, and even if he hadn’t been, he didn’t think that he would have finished from having something thick fit into his slit – but it was intense.

Intense, as Kazar started to gently thrust. Intense, as he felt Kazar’s cock pulse and start to push spurts and little jets of precum into his body. Intense, as he felt warm slime start to squelch and drool from his slit around the lizard’s ridged, fat dick. Intense, as Kazar let out a puff of air and started to push back with his hand on Kyrie’s lower belly, encouraging the white dragon to start humping backwards.

“A divine presence like you,” Kazar panted after a couple of minutes, when Kyrie’s body was starting to tingle with pleasure again. His face was a mask of focus as he kept pushing his enormously gifted dick into the white dragon. “I’ve daydreamed of this for years,” he huffed.

“Stars you’re big,” Kyrie gasped in response, which made Kazar’s breath explode in a little, sweaty chuckle.

“Your blessing gave me a few inches,” he rumbled. “Length and girth. How’s it feel?”

“Like I’m br-breaking,” Kyrie twitched, clutching at Kazar’s hand. The green lizard practically purred as he slowly but forcefully humped into the white dragon.

“Good,” he answered. Splrt. Kyrie felt another splatter of warmth in his slit, seeping deeper. He was really letting Kazar do this. He wasn’t sure what he had expected when he’d turned up at the green lizard’s stables, but…

…deep down, he couldn’t deny, he’d hoped it would be something like this.

Then Kyrie felt Kazar’s tip squash against the deepest part of his slit and, for just a moment, catch on a spot that had just a little bit more give than the rest. He gasped – and Kazar grunted, changing angle until his thick crown could squish right against that spot. Then, slowly, Kazar’s crown began to sink inside those hidden depths, passing through that extra ring of muscle at the deepest part of Kyrie’s slit.

Kyrie felt waves of startled contractions wrack his slit as pleasure and pain began to abruptly bloom in his groin, and his gasps turned to a strangled groan.

“Found you,” Kazar breathed, holding Kyrie tight. Then, he began to gently buck his hips back and forth, not ever actually popping his dick out of that inner ring, instead seeming to focus on loosening it a little. Kyrie felt himself squeezing in toe-curling ways that felt somewhere between aching and intoxicating. Kazar’s humps came steadily and rhythmically, each one making Kyrie tremble and twitch.

“Cumming,” Kazar suddenly gasped, almost without warning. Kyrie didn’t even have time to fully process it before the lizard suddenly slammed his hips forwards, making his plump crown bury itself deep in Kyrie’s front. His slit stretched so completely around Kazar’s cock as it bottomed out deep inside of him, then suddenly he felt the urgent, insistent pulsing.

_ Throb-throb-throb…_ _… splrt! _

Kyrie found he could practically feel the sudden spurt of warmth deep inside his slit. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or an actual sensation, but as Kazar grunted and held him tight, his entire focus was on the keen, rhythmic twitching of the lizard’s cock as it held deep inside his body. Kyrie moaned as his mind processed what was happening.

Kazar’s cum was erupting inside his slit, right in its very depths. In his deepest reaches, through the dimpled, hidden ring of muscle that the average male didn’t have in their slits, pumping its custardy load right into that place that Kyrie normally pretended he didn’t have, against the deepest ring of all. His cervix. Kazar might actually be knocking him up, right now.

Suddenly, Kazar wrenched his hips back with a sloppy, wet sklrtch. His dick unsheathed itself from Kyrie’s body, and the relief was immediate and intense. Kyrie gasped, finding that he was actually halfway to the edge again and hadn’t fully realised it. He felt slime ooze from his slit where the lizard had just pulled out.

“Stars above,” Kazar moaned into his neck, giving him a kiss, his cock still spurting. A sticky glob of cum pumped out right against Kyrie’s slit, leaving him suddenly a dripping mess. “Good boy. Good… good boy. Good…” Then Kazar’s fingers slipped a little further back, to the slimy, leaking mess he’d just made. “…basilisk.”

A very sharp shiver ran down Kyrie’s spine, then migrated to the front to settle in his still-sensitive slit. It met with Kazar’s claws, which slipped just inside and gently curled, eking a moan from Kyrie’s lungs.

“…Yeah,” Kyrie answered. And though Kazar had just finished, that word was enough to make the lizard’s dick throb to attention against Kyrie’s inner thigh again.

“Hey,” Kazar rumbled.

“…Yeah?” Kyrie repeated, this time as a question. The lizard slid his hand from Kyrie’s slit to his belly, giving it a slow rub.

“If your belly swells from this… you’re staying.” He said it firmly, playfully. Then, a little more softly, almost more like a plea, “I want you to stay.”

Kyrie found himself blushing as Kazar held him there, somehow even more than when his dick had been in the basilisk handler’s hand. What could he say to that? He had responsibilities, people back home, but…

…he could stay here for a time without them missing him too much. What was a couple of weeks, really? Maybe three…

“I…” Kyrie started, but then Kazar hushed him with a finger to his snout.

“Shh,” he said. “Just… think about it. For now… I haven’t finished showing you all the new things we’ve figured out for basilisks, hmm? And I really, really want to show you them.”

Kyrie found that he had to focus to keep his tailtip from waggling at the way that Kazar’s voice just dripped with that excitement.

“Okay,” he found himself exhaling.

“Good boy,” Kazar said, kissing the back of his neck. Shivers. He stroked Kyrie’s bare back, then added, “Don’t move.” Then, he stepped away. A few moments later, Kyrie felt something press against his back – it was firm but padded. It ran the length of his back from near his neck to the base of his tail, slotting between his wings.

“Is that—”

“Shh,” Kazar rumbled out. Kyrie fell silent, then felt a praising pat to his rump as Kazar’s other hand slid and adjusted the thing on Kyrie’s back. “Good basilisk.” Kyrie blushed as the lizard said that. He felt a tangle of what felt like leather straps cascading down on either side of his body, rubbing against his wings and his thighs. “Let’s see,” Kazar mumbled, more to himself than to Kyrie as he began to adjust things.

Kyrie felt straps slide around his thighs, then around his wings, and then finally around his arms. They hung loosely until Kazar put pressure on his back, then began pulling on straps to tighten each point. Kyrie felt the leather dig a little uncomfortably into his limbs and back.

“Lean forwards a little more, okay?”

Kyrie complied, stopping himself from falling over by keeping his hands to the wall, and the straps tightened further. Then he felt Kazar’s hands take almost reverent hold of his wings, bundling them closed, only to slide some more straps around them. In under a minute, Kyrie’s wings were strapped tightly to his side. Off to the side, he noticed that same, blue basilisk poking its snout over the stall divider, watching everything happen.

“Shoo, Ridge,” Kazar said, waving one hand at the creature, who flicked its tongue out at him. Then he patted Kyrie’s now-padded back gently. “I designed these new saddles myself,” Kazar rumbled out. “A… special make, for little sages. And this one I made especially for you, when you came back. Fits your wings… just right.” Kazar sounded almost reverent as he spoke, his voice oozing with excitement that Kyrie found a little infectious. “You look so good in that, if I hadn’t just popped…” Kazar’s voice nearly dripped with desire, and Kyrie turned his head to look back over at himself. He found that he could only move his head partway, though, with the saddle that Kazar had put him in restricting his neck.

_ The saddle_. He had a basilisk saddle on. His arms and legs were through the fore and hind straps, while his wings were snugly bound shut through straps that were ordinarily meant for a basilisk’s middle legs, but which fit him devilishly well.

“Stand up?” Kazar asked, moving around to his side. Kyrie tried to comply, attempting to push off the wall into a standing position – and found that the saddle prevented him from unbending at the waist enough to do that. He fell forward again, balancing on the wall, blushing as he realised that he couldn’t stand up properly. Without the wall, he would be stuck on all fours.

“I—I can’t,” he mumbled. He saw Kazar’s dick jump, hanging thickly between his legs. Now that it wasn’t pressing under his tail, Kyrie could suddenly see the results of the blessing that he’d given the Kazar those years ago. The lizard had an externally hanging shaft, mostly humanoid but with thick ridges, veined, and easily as thick as Kyrie’s wrist. It was still slimy from their union only minutes ago, poking out from the unbuttoned flap in Kazar’s overalls.

“Perfect,” Kazar breathed. He moved back to Kyrie’s rump, then slid his hands along Kyrie’s side until he reached his shoulders. He hugged the white dragon from behind, then kissed the back of his neck again. “Then hold that hot pose you’re in. I have another new toy to show you,” he rumbled.

Kyrie swallowed, then nodded as Kazar made himself scarce. Nearly two minutes passed in relative quiet, then, the only noises being the grumbling and growling of the basilisks in their pens. Kyrie saw the blue one poke its snout over the top of the stall wall again and flick its forked tongue into the air. He tried not to think too hard about the cooling slime slowly leaking from his slit.

“Um, shoo… boy?” Kyrie softly hissed at it, feeling embarrassed as its four, orange eyes regarded him. It flicked its tongue out at him again, then dropped back to its stall.

When Kazar returned, Kyrie glanced back as far as the saddle permitted him and saw him holding a large duffel bag. He shot the lizard a questioning look and Kazar just smiled an earnest, eager smile, then set it down off to the side.

“No peeking,” he told the white dragon. “You came here to a basilisk handler, so I’m going to handle you like a proper basilisk. And you’re going to have the time of your life.”

Kyrie swallowed, then cleared his throat and busied himself with looking at the wall again.

“Okay,” Kyrie muttered, a little more shyly than he intended. Then he saw Kazar step into view beside him. The lizard reached forward, then took hold of Kyrie’s snout, rubbing it for a moment in a way that made the white dragon fluster. He looked away. “Uh, does this count as peeking?” Kyrie asked. Kazar chuckled, then crouched down and set down a wooden beam on metal legs in front of him, almost against the wall. He patted it with one hand.

“Drop down and rest your chest on this thing, okay?” he instructed. Kyrie swallowed, then hesitantly pushed off the wall, lowering himself down until his hands were on the wooden beam. Then he lowered his chest down onto it, his hands ending up all the way on the straw-covered floor. The beam was a little low, leaving his rump slightly elevated. “Good boy,” Kazar rumbled, scratching Kyrie behind the fin – which felt unjustly pleasant.

Then Kazar crouched even lower and took Kyrie’s wrist, slipping a leathery band around it. He took the white dragon’s other, binding that as well, and suddenly his wrists were locked together. “Now, this is going to be for your own safety, since you’re going to be a dumb basilisk and all,” Kazar rumbled with a smile, making Kyrie blush.

“Is this going to be dangerous?” Kyrie asked, making Kazar chuckle.

“Can I even hurt you?” he asked. Then he shook his head. “The time of your life, Kyrie. I wouldn’t dream of harming such a beautiful creature. But I like to tease a little,” he added with a wink.

Then Kazar roped his wrists to a small hook set into the floor between the wooden beam and the wall, securing Kyrie in place. Kyrie shuffled forward as Kazar added tension, until Kyrie was stuck with his hands against the corner of the stall.

Kazar moved out of sight again, and Kyrie heard him shuffling with something in the bag before moving behind him. One hand gently took hold of his tail and lifted it.

“Now, since you haven’t seen a vet in twelve years, I’ve got to make sure you’re nice and properly prepared.” Kyrie felt Kazar’s touch against the inside of his left thigh, urging him to spread his legs a little.

“Well, I mean, vet visit? …Really?” Kyrie flustered. Kazar just patted his thigh.

“Mmhm. Since you’re a good basilisk, we’re going to treat you just like any other little sage, understood? Can’t give one basilisk too much preferential treatment, now can we?” Kazar asked.

Kyrie felt his toes tingle and a throb wrack his groin.

“Maybe a little?” Kyrie ventured. Kazar laughed softly, then lifted his fingers to press against Kyrie’s slit.

“Maybe a little,” he agreed. “Now, I’m going to give you a proper little sage checkup. So, take it easy, and try to relax, okay?”

Then Kyrie felt something squishy press against his slit.

Kyrie felt the squishy thing start to deform and mold around his slit. It was a little rubbery, and wide, and it quickly squelched to form a seal around his whole slit. He felt it deform and squash until his whole front was gently enveloped, and at the same time he felt a plump presence squeezing into his slit. Weirdly, he felt it envelop his dick, too, like his whole slit was being filled with semi-solid tar. It was so gentle, yet utterly dominating his attention around his groin.

“That feels…”

“Weird?” Kazar prompted. Kyrie nodded, letting out a puff of air as he felt the squishy thing inside his slit start to swallow up his cock, almost like a sleeve that was somehow taking him all the way.

Then he felt the spongey, squishy material bump into his slightly loosened ring of muscle deeper inside and he let slip a startled noise. He bit his tongue as he felt it start to almost ooze its way inside, finding that it didn’t… hurt? It felt… really nice, actually.

“Good?” Kyrie added.

“Good?” Kazar echoed, sounding surprised. “…I’m glad.”

Kyrie swallowed, then shuffled his weight a little from leg to leg, pressing his chest against the wooden support beneath him. He wasn’t sure he liked Kazar’s note of surprise.

“Is it unusual to feel good?” Kyrie probed. Kazar just chuckled, using one hand to rub Kyrie’s rump.

“Hey now, don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just that other basilisks can’t exactly explain how they’re feeling – but they sure do get pretty noisy around this part.”

“What is it?” Kyrie asked, feeling it start to give a gentle, rhythmic suction. It felt almost like a very wet, slippery blowjob while he was still flaccid.

“Hmm… I think it’s better if I show you afterwards,” Kazar chuckled, using a free hand to pat Kyrie’s rump. “And I think I want you to feel the proper experience, so…”

Kazar brought something forward to dangle in front of the white dragon’s face. Kyrie looked at it and saw a thick, wooden rod between two pieces of metal that looked like they would fit around his jaws. If Kazar bridled him, then he wouldn’t be able to talk. That was probably going to be inconvenient.

But it also felt like a really hot idea, and Kyrie felt his face growing heated in mere moments.

“Um,” he croaked out – which prompted Kazar to press the bit into Kyrie’s open mouth, making his tongue bump against the wood as the decision was made for him. “Aahnh!” Kyrie complained.

“Good basilisk,” Kazar praised, locking the bridle around Kyrie’s head. As he did, Kyrie realised that the headpiece also came with two large squares that acted like blinkers, cutting out his peripheral vision. They were made for four eyes, so they easily blacked out vision for his meagre two.

_ Schlrrp._ Kyrie gasped, feeling a strangely wet tug on his hidden cock, almost like he was being gently milked. He spread his legs a little and gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.

What was it? It felt like being blown, licked, and squeezed all at once. At the same time, his slit felt like it was being weirdly stretched and suckled on, too. His whole groin felt like it was being lovingly, diligently worked over. He felt sensitive and teased, and with a start, he realised that it was definitely inching him towards the edge again.

“Easy, boy,” Kazar rumbled, making Kyrie huff a little – but it felt too good to really object at the moment. Having finished so recently, Kyrie’s cock didn’t stiffen up even a little bit, but that didn’t seem to be any impediment to the wave after wave of weird, squishy pleasure that was being suckled into his slit.

It felt like the pressure was squelching, schlorping deeper into his body – deeper than it had any right to, well past his inner, hidden ring. With each passing second, he could feel that inner muscle being slowly relaxed and loosened in the most maddening way. It rapidly grew so intense that Kyrie couldn’t help but let slip a whine, his eyes bulging as he felt the strange, spongey toy insisting itself towards his core, applying pressure to spots he was patently unused to being pressured. He gasped urgently, panting when it slurped and practically lavished his tip in something like kisses so intense that he almost felt like he would wet himself.

Kyrie felt more and more of himself being sucked on. He didn’t remember ever having a blowjob this good, honestly. It felt so… whole, and total, like there wasn’t an inch of him not being attended to. At the same time, he felt so full. He felt stretchy, and pliant, and like he really wanted to push his rump back against the strange toy Kazar was pressing firmly to his groin.

“Rrhh rhhihh—” Kyrie groaned out, before realising that the bit really did render his words unintelligible. Kazar chuckled again, then kissed his rump.

“Such a good little sage,” he rumbled. “Almost done, now.”

Kyrie’s whole slit felt tingly and utterly wet and intensely good. He couldn’t really fight the moans, and he wasn’t completely sure why he was trying to as it sucked and tugged on his front in a maddening, strangely enjoyable way. It almost felt like it was trying to suction his whole front, now. At some point it had stopped gripping his dick in his slit, and instead was just working on his whole groin – but weirdly, that felt almost more pleasurable than when it had been engulfing his shaft. He felt somehow almost more full than when Kazar’s dick had been inside of him.

“Alright. Ready?” Kazar asked.

“Rrrhh?” Kyrie panted, toes curling.

“You’ll see,” Kazar laughed affectionately, guessing at Kyrie’s question. “Squeeze tight, now. Three… two… one…”

Then Kazar began to pull. Kyrie felt the toy tug on his front, and he felt like his dick was pulling out with the toy – only, it was more than that. It felt like Kyrie had something in his dick that was now pulling out, yet somehow he hadn’t noticed it getting in there in the first place. The suction was intense, and though his muscles immediately squeezed, he felt completely helpless to the bizarre schlorping feeling. Like his slit was being inverted, pulled almost inside-out as the strange feeling tugged. It felt uniquely, gut-wrenchingly weird, and Kyrie gasped as the toy pulled out and away, leaving him feeling empty, and sensitive, and oddly exposed.

“Nrrh—” he gasped, only to feel Kazar’s hands come to his hips as the lizard hugged him from behind.

“Shh. Give yourself a moment to figure it out,” he breathed.

Before Kyrie could try to question anything more, he felt something bump against his groin in a confusing, tingly way. The bump felt like it was coming from something he couldn’t place in his internal map of his own body. It was almost like being kissed on a second mouth you didn’t know you had – utterly alien, surprising, and weirdly pleasurable, and it happened right beneath his tail around where his slit ought to be.

“Ah!” Kyrie practically squeaked, before looking down along the length of his own belly. There, jutting out between his white-scaled legs, he saw dark and glossy flesh bulging backwards towards Kazar. Where his slit should have been, Kyrie instead saw his groin transition smoothly to the dark blue colouration of his cock… only, it was a sight that didn’t belong on him – triangular, bestial, puffy and prominent. He’d seen it before, of course, on the very creature that Kazar had asked about earlier.

Kyrie had a spade.

“Rrh?!” Kyrie grunted, abruptly genuinely wanting the bit out so he could begin to pour out his very suddenly frantic deluge of questions – but Kazar seemed to be ready for any and all of them already. The green lizard’s finger rubbed against Kyrie’s slick spade, and the tingling jolt of sensation that rocketed up from between his legs made the white dragon gasp.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” Kazar rumbled gently, only to sink his finger into Kyrie with a slow, firm push. Kyrie’s eyes bulged and he nearly saw stars, pinpricks of light bursting to life before the dragon’s eyes as Kazar sank it inwards, stretching the white dragon’s Y-shaped folds around him. It felt weirdly like being sounded, like having a thick, unforgiving rod slowly sunk down the length of his cock and igniting nerves he could barely process. He immediately wanted to clamp his legs closed, but Kazar’s knees were perfectly in place to keep them spread apart.

In… in… in, Kyrie felt the alien, overwhelming sensation of something sinking into his— his spade. His brain kept trying to magnetise to the sensation of having his dick sounded, but the more it set his nerves alight, the more he realised that it was uniquely different, too. The burning ache was there, but it was toe-quiveringly good, too, in the most unfair way. He could barely cope with it, and his desperate groans filled the air as his cock-turned-spade was relentlessly filled.

“You know, you’re not so unique, it turns out. A good quarter, maybe even one in three of your little sage bloodline are born like you – not all the way male. Only, well, females are valued much higher, so… This is a special device made to help little sages along. Only perfected it a few years ago,” Kazar explained, slowly working his finger deeper into Kyrie as his hands steadied the white dragon’s hips. “Gives them equipment more appropriate to a regular female, you know? In both configuration and size. And, well…” He angled his finger downwards, then skewered it slowly against the front of Kyrie’s new cunt. The white dragon couldn’t suppress the moan that push forced out of him. It was maddeningly intense for being so small, pushing spots that Kyrie could barely wrap his brain around.

“Nothing but the best for my divine basilisk,” Kazar crooned out, voice trembling as he fingered Kyrie oh so slowly.

“Rrhhhaahhh,” Kyrie finally gasped and, for the first time, squeezed Kazar’s finger. The tightening of his muscles was alien, and Kyrie wasn’t at all prepared for how pleasurable it was to have something squashed inside him like that. Even though it was just Kazar’s finger, he couldn’t stop himself from gasping right away again, his toes curling in the hay. He could feel himself starting to get a little close…

Kazar had somehow reshaped his whole slit into a spade. Did he even still have a dick any more? It had no right feeling as good as it did as the lizard’s finger dug into him. Maddeningly good, but… Could he undo the change? Probably, back at home there was—

_ Squelch_. Kyrie bit his tongue and gave a muffled groan. Back at home there was surely—skltch! Stars above, despite it all, Kazar’s finger was so damnably wet as it ground back and forth inside of him. He could—he could—

As Kazar’s lone digit began to thrust more steadily, urgently in and out of Kyrie’s swollen cunt, the white dragon bit back a strangled whimper and decided that he could figure out how to undo Kazar’s changes after they were done. It was starting to feel really… really good.

“That’s a girl,” Kazar moaned, pulling Kyrie’s hips back until the white dragon felt his new, heart-shaped cunt bounce against Kazar’s body. “Just do what… comes… oh—oh damn, I’m cumming again,” he suddenly gasped, only to wrench the white dragon back and onto his finger as hard as he could.

Then Kazar’s finger began to wildly, urgently throb, and Kyrie felt it twitching inside him. His finger…? And Kazar’s hands were both…

With a start, Kyrie realised that he was feeling Kazar’s dick inside of his spade, somehow only finger-thick and spurting into his slimy, bestial folds. He curled his toes and gasped as the green lizard erupted inside him again, and somehow, those spurts felt sinfully good. Like a soothing balm coating an itch he didn’t realise he had until contact was made.

“Wrhhahh?” Kyrie groaned, blushing furiously as he felt Kazar just grind into his pussy. His pussy. He had a spade, just like Salrith’s. Just like a basilisk’s.

The surge of the revelation along with Kazar’s urgent throbbing pushed Kyrie’s buttons brutally – but he wasn’t close enough to the edge to go over. If Kazar just kept humping, though, then maybe… Maybe he could…

But Kazar didn’t keep thrusting. Kyrie whined as the lizard instead pressed himself in to the hilt and held there as he unloaded, leaving Kyrie trembling and quivering with unfulfilled need.

Kazar was quiet for several seconds, just enjoying the low, heavy-breathing shudders that came post-orgasm. When he finally spoke again it was with a deep, satisfied exhalation, rubbing Kyrie’s flanks affectionately.

“What a good little sage, stars above,” he panted.

Kyrie whined and ground his jaws on the bit in his mouth.

“Wrrhh rrhh smrrh?” Kyrie asked. Kazar panted, rubbing his body with one hand.

“Hmm?” the lizard crooned. Kyrie put his tongue against the bit and pushed, trying to dislodge it a little.

“Whh rrh hrr sssmaahrll?” the dragon managed, feeling saliva drool down his chin. Kazar just held him there, rubbing gently as he thought.

Then, “Oh, small? Pshh, I’m not small, girl.”

Kyrie hesitantly tilted his head. Kazar definitely felt smaller.

“Hrr?”

He felt Kazar’s dick slowly pulling out of his hole, feeling so small, insubstantial. He felt that finger-sized crown rub against his folds, then bump against his tailhole. As it did, it apparently grew several sizes. What was going on? “Here… Let me demonstrate,” Kazar said, and Kyrie heard the clinking of metal. “With one more tool for a good basilisk.”

As Kyrie’s brain slowly strove to wrap itself around a truth that was beginning to dawn, Kazar worked behind him while Kyrie stood, too stunned and overwhelmed to really do much but wait. Then, Kyrie felt something press against that strange, intoxicating space between his legs.

Kyrie was slowly getting a little used to things being put into his slit – Salrith liked to spice up the bedroom some – but the sensation of something stretching apart his spade was something else again. He tried to clench, but he knew all the wrong muscles, leaving his body operating mostly on instinct. He felt himself squeeze parts of him he didn’t know how to control, and a ripple of contracting pleasure wormed its way up through his lower belly.

“Nnh—rRRHhH!” Kyrie groaned, gripping at the straw beneath his fingers as his eyes bulged. His tail trembled as what felt like some kind of tentacle eased and gently squelched its way into his body. It didn’t hurt, despite feeling undeniably sizeable. That almost but not quite sounding sensation grew to an all-consuming torrent that blended with the new, alien feelings into one overwhelming intensity.

“Shh, easy there,” Kazar crooned out to him as Kyrie felt the thick mass being fed into his spade. “Now tell me, does this feel small?” he asked. Kyrie quickly shook his head, trembling as he lay there on the wooden beam. “Good… It’s been a long time, so you might not remember, but basilisks are endowed. Last time, you only fit a third of your lover, Kyrie. Like I said, this is a tool to give a basilisk female appropriately-sized equipment. My dick’s not small,” Kazar reassured as Kyrie felt inch after inch being slid steadily into him, his puffy spade squeezing around it. “You’re just too roomy to be satisfied by a person anymore. Your spade’s designed for, well… other basilisks, heh. This thing you’re feeling inside you is about the size of my arm.”

Kyrie moaned out as the pieces clicked into place and, more importantly, as the enormous toy seated itself into depths he had never even imagined. His legs tried to squeeze closed at last, but Kazar’s body stopped him, feet keeping his legs apart. He felt inch after inch after inch squelching and slimily wriggling its way inside, pressuring spots he didn’t know he had. That maybe he hadn’t had a half an hour ago.

“Alright,” Kazar rumbled, finally, patting Kyrie’s rump with one hand. “Now you’re going to want to push out for this next part, okay? Your instinct is going to be to clench, but you need to not do that, and I’ll explain why in a moment. Ready?”

Kyrie nodded his head, too overwhelmed to even try to speak as he felt the enormous, rubbery thing stretch his spade. It felt like it surely had to be poking him in the lungs from how deep he thought he could feel it – yet it fit just fine, evidently. Kyrie didn’t want to push his new muscles too hard and risk humiliating himself by losing control of his bladder, so he just gave the gentlest of pushes—

And immediately, he felt the whole length of that enormous length shift inside him, sinking in two more inches with a toe-curling squelch. His spade stretched as he felt something thick slip inside, and he nearly saw stars as it pressed on a spot right near the front of it.

“Good boy,” Kazar crooned out with a note of reverence in his voice. Kyrie shook a little, focusing everything he had on not clenching then and there. “Now… What you’ve got inside you is a melter. Named because we use them on basilisks that we want to melt all the resistance out of.”

Kyrie trembled, daring to look down between his legs. Upside down, he just saw Kazar’s own two green-scaled legs, straps from what looked like a harness that the basilisk handler seemed to be wearing, and the frighteningly thick base of something that disappeared into his stretched-looking spade. It was still so alien to see the bulging, animal cunt between his own legs, with its angular peak pointed downwards with a dollop of clear fluid dangling from it.

“Rrh-rhh,” Kyrie gasped, nodding his head.

“Shh, boy, don’t growl at me,” Kazar’s voice came, quiet and playful. “I know you’ve got a melter in you, but that’s no reason to click and chatter at your owner. Now, you might remember basiroot… well, I’ve managed to refine it a lot over these years.”

Of course, Kyrie remembered basiroot. He remembered his body growing tingly, his thoughts turning to giddy, eager soup while the idea of just going along with everything started sounding like so much pleasurable fun…

“The way a melter works is, the base is loaded with distilled basiroot, and when a pretty female like you squeezes… it gets pumped all through her system.”

Kyrie felt Kazar lean slowly over his body, hugging him from behind. He felt the white arms hold him as his chest pressed into Kyrie’s saddle. He felt so unfathomably full.

“Now a person would know not to squeeze,” Kazar rumbled into the white dragon’s ear. “Would know… that I’m only going to leave it inside for one minute… and that if she doesn’t squeeze, well, I’d pull out a few more of the amazing tools I’ve built over the years for a little fun, before she’d go on her way.”

Kyrie was keenly aware of the girth of the melter inside him, now. He thought he could feel the bulb near the base. Was it a little squishy, or was Kyrie just imagining it?

“A basilisk, though, well…” Kazar’s hands squeezed at Kyrie’s sides a little and the white dragon felt a shiver run down his spine. “A critter that belongs in this saddle… a basilisk wouldn’t understand what her owner was babbling on about,” Kazar rumbled, his voice resonant in Kyrie’s earfins. “Wouldn’t understand that one little squeeze would put her into a heat so strong that she’d be begging to be fucked for the next three days straight at least…” His hand slid down Kyrie’s belly.

Kyrie felt two of Kazar’s fingers push oh so gently on the peak of his spade, squashing it against the melter threaded so deeply inside of him. The pleasure was immediate and intense, and Kyrie moaned, fighting the urge to squeeze.

“Wouldn’t understand that how strong-willed or clever she was wouldn’t matter… That one squeeze would melt her just the same as aaaany other basilisk in the stables…”

Kyrie curled his toes. He could feel fluids dripping from his spade. He was pretty sure he hadn’t clenched yet – was this just his own arousal? Had basiroot really been that strong, or was Kazar just saying that?

“Wouldn’t understand how incredibly, indescribably turned on her owner was… Or just how much he wanted to put her through every fun little idea he’s had over the past twelve years thinking about this… Every daydream…”

Kyrie held his breath, his whole body trembling. …He was really going to, wasn’t he?

“Every fantasy…”

Kyrie quivered. He breathed out.

“Every heated… sloppy…”

Kyrie swallowed… and squeezed. Immediately, he felt warmth bloom throughout his whole front in a way that made his muscles tingle like the floor had just dropped away from him. He gasped softly through his nose, taking in the thick scent of stabled basilisks as a wave of strangely indistinct pleasure swept through his body.

“…kinky scenario,” Kazar rumbled, his voice sounding suddenly warmer, almost electric in Kyrie’s ear. Did he know? Somehow? It would be fun if he did, Kyrie felt with a woozy but delighted shiver. Were the colours of the wall suddenly brighter? He squeezed again, and another wave of disorienting warmth spilled into his core as oily fluids erupted all along the length of the melter inside him, slathering every inch of his new walls.

It felt so good that his legs nearly gave out under him, so he did what felt hottest.

Kyrie squeezed again. Then again. And again.

“…Stars, you’re squeezing, aren’t you?” Kazar asked, his voice sounding somehow golden and honeyed in Kyrie’s ears. He could listen to Kazar’s voice for hours, he decided in that moment.

“Rrhh_nnnnhhh_,” Kyrie groaned out, squeezing another time, his every limb tingling and his spade practically pulsating with pleasure.

“Fuck… you actually clenched.” The lizard seemed almost lost for a moment as that realisation sank in – so Kyrie playfully clenched another time, feeling a smaller wave of tingling disorientation sweep through his body. It didn’t occur to him that Kazar probably couldn’t tell exactly when he was doing it. “But… Tsch,” Kazar breathed, his resonant voice warm against Kyrie’s neck as he shifted his hips a little, making the whole melter move inside Kyrie. The white dragon gasped loudly, feeling like he was abruptly and powerfully on the edge of cumming right then. “I told you not to growl at me, girl,” Kazar chided, kissing Kyrie’s neck. “When you’re saddled up, you’re a basilisk, and those don’t talk, now do they?”

“Mmrrrmmm nnhnnhh,” Kyrie moaned, pushing his neck against the green lizard. Everything felt so vibrant, suddenly. Kyrie felt tingles throughout all of his limbs, throughout his tail, throughout his thoughts. The effect had been almost immediate. He felt so nicely stretched. At least, his spade. Wow, he had a spade, like a proper basilisk. He wanted his rump to stretch, too, though. And his mouth. How much could he stretch? His thoughts were spinning…

“Heh, you dumb basilisk,” Kazar chuckled, kissing Kyrie’s neck. The white dragon quivered. He liked how that sounded. Dumb basilisk. He shouldn’t like that. But he did. It was probably the basiroot. He lifted his tail a little and looked down between his legs again.

He snorted out a breath in wonder. It felt less embarrassing, now, and more overwhelmingly hot. He knew he was affected, but somehow that felt hot, too. It felt like electricity was quaking through his limbs. He lifted his rump a little as if to try to show Kazar his new equipment, despite how stuffed it was.

“Mmhm,” Kazar rumbled, patting his back. “That’s it. Just like any other female basilisk.”

Kyrie growled playfully, giving Kazar a hazy, dazed look he intended as sceptical. He might have a spade, now – oh, fuck, he had a spade. What was Salrith going to say when she saw it? He imagined her putting one of her arms into his spade and felt himself immediately grow wetter. What was he thinking again?

_ Oh, yeah_.

“Rrh rhhh grhh hrhhh,” Kyrie groaned. Kazar chuckled and patted his rump. Kyrie looked at him with half-lidded eyes and repeated himself. “Rrh rhhh grhh hrhhh,” he said, drooling slowly on the floor.

Kazar gave a thoughtful rumble, then reached forward and gripped the dragon’s bit. With a quick motion, he unclasped it. No, Kyrie wanted that to stay in! It felt good. He clenched his teeth around the bit until Kazar clucked his tongue.

“Give, girl,” he said, and Kyrie reluctantly did. “Now, what’s so important you gotta growl at me?” he asked.

Kyrie snorted, then immediately groaned as he squeezed his new spade around the melter again.

“I think I’m still a guy,” Kyrie groaned, breathing hard and finding himself rocking from side to side a little bit. It put pressure on all sorts of wonderful spots inside himself. Kazar clucked his tongue again.

“Got all worked up to say that? Tsch, should have left the bridle in,” the lizard said.

“Mmhmm,” Kyrie grinned dreamily. Oh, he felt very out of it. And it felt so fun. He didn’t object at all when Kazar pressed the bit back to his mouth and slotted it back in. He ran his tongue along the wooden cylinder, feeling his whole spade throb.

“Let’s get something clear,” Kazar rumbled out, sliding his hand back down the length of Kyrie’s belly. When he pressed two fingers to the white dragon’s spade again and began to rub the outside of it, Kyrie moaned loudly, unabashedly. “Since you squeezed like a good girl, you are a good girl. A good basilisk. A female basilisk.”

“Rrrhh,” Kyrie gasped, eyes bulging as he felt Kazar rub at the peak of his spade. He remembered doing that to Salrith, and the way she would squeal as he massaged her clit through her outer walls. Suddenly, he could understand why she squealed the way she did.

Then Kyrie felt something land on the back of his neck, before Kazar’s other hand began to fiddle with it, wrapping it around his neck. It was thick, and leathery, and – oh, it was a collar. Kyrie felt a wave of wetness suddenly drool from his spade and almost worried he was peeing himself. Would that be hot? His brain couldn’t tell.

“This is a basilisk collar, Kyrie. All good basilisks I own wear one – including you, because I own you, Kyrie. I’m your owner. And you’re my basilisk, now. And the only thing that’s gonna get you off – gonna be able to get you off – is another basilisk. People physically won’t be able to get you over that edge anymore. You’re a female basilisk, and this is a basilisk cunt you’ve got between your legs,” Kazar positively growled down at Kyrie, sending shivers down the white dragon-okay-maybe-basilisk’s back. “And now, I’m gonna make you cum with it.”

Kyrie couldn’t help but moan long and loud for his owner, pushing against the green lizard. Kyrie’s ass wasn’t nearly stretched enough. His spade was, but he had two good holes for stretching. He needed to be stretched. He felt Kazar thrust the melter inside him a little bit and he happily squealed.

Then, finally, Kyrie began to feel the pull somewhere deep inside him. He groaned out and spread his legs a little as Kazar began to tug the melter out of him, the enormous girth of it sliding slowly and slimily free of his new equipment. He felt his body clenching around it, and each time he did, for a few moments it increased the gooey friction around that thick tool. Each time the friction grew, he found he could feel his spade tugging backwards around it, pulling a little outwards. He knew what it looked like from when he’d tugged his dick out of Salrith – the blue flesh distending like a sleeve, almost like his body was fighting to hold on that little bit longer.

And fuck, his body was. But Kazar was insistent, and inch after inch, he felt the enormous toy slipping out of him. By the time it slid free, Kyrie was a molten mess of pleasure, moaning into his bridle as his body spasmed and squeezed emptily.

Kyrie didn’t want it to be empty. He had this new, interesting equipment, and he wanted to explore it. He heard a creak from behind him and rocked his body gently back and forth. He knew he would probably be able to undo whatever Kazar had done once he went home… but this was hot. Everything was hot. He wanted to stretch. He wanted to fuck—to be fucked. He wanted Kazar to see how drippy and needy and ready he was to be a proper basilisk.

With a whine that he knew he would never have dreamed of making normally, Kyrie lifted his tail as high as he could, then began to wag his rump back and forth. Immediately, he felt the utterly alien sensation of his spade wobbling between his legs. It was a little like the way his dick bounced when he was hard and swaying his hips, but less stiff, more squishy, and tugging on more muscles in his groin. It felt oddly captivating.

Kyrie swayed his hips again, feeling the wobble of his new, bestial cunt, and the way slime practically drooled from it. He shifted his hips again. Then again. He slowly got into a rhythm, just feeling the way it tugged on his body, the way he could feel himself dripping from both front and back. How did Salrith walk with one of these all the time? It was maddeningly pleasurable.

“Heh, you alright there, Kyrie?” he heard after a little bit, accompanied by another creaking sound.

Kyrie gave a happy, trembling noise of agreement, wagging his rump still.

“Yeah, I got that impression,” Kazar chuckled. “You’ve been wagging your ass for ten minutes now, girl. That’s a hell of a puddle between your legs.”

_ Ten minutes?_ Had it really been? Kyrie groaned and lifted his rump a little higher. He curled his tail over his back as much as the saddle would allow, finding that nothing sounded hotter than the idea of Kazar seeing just how much he was into it. How much he wanted – needed him to keep going.

Kyrie looked down between his legs and saw an actual puddle on the floor of clear, viscous slime. A strand was pooling into it, dripping from the pointed peak of his spade, evidence that he was the one responsible for that slime. It matched the sloppy puddle of saliva that he realised had drooled from his mouth around the basilisk bit between his teeth.

But much more importantly, behind the puddle and strand of slime, Kyrie could see Kazar’s legs standing beside the six blue, sinuous legs of a basilisk. Its claws were dug into the floor, and it looked like it was straining to get to Kyrie against what he imagined was a leash. Between its hind legs, he saw the tapered, slimy, purplish flesh of its dick. It was slightly wrinkled, veined, and looked dizzyingly large even before it was fully out. Bumpy ridges lined the underside, and its very tip had a small bulb on it that Kyrie remembered would bloat, or possibly bloom like petal tips when the creature’s climaxed, locking their dicks deep inside their partners. He’d never seen it – only felt it.

“Hrrahh,” Kyrie groaned out.

“Mmhm,” Kazar answered. They didn’t need words for him to understand what Kyrie was asking. “Come now, I can already see you’re in heat, no need to shout. But don’t worry, I’ve got your new boyfriend right here, Kyrie. He’s gonna take good care of you.”

Kazar lifted a hand and patted the basilisk’s side. “I told you we’re going to make you cum… I wasn’t being coy, that new equipment needs your own kind. Ridge here was being so nosy, well… If you aren’t already carrying my eggs, then you’re going to be carrying a whole new generation of divine basilisks – either way, by the time you pass out tonight, that womb of yours is going to be very occupied.”

Kyrie moaned into his bit again, eyes nearly glazing at the thought. He was going to be bred. He might already be pregnant. Normally, that idea was strangely humiliating, but the very idea of squeezing out Kazar’s eggs or little basilisks just about made him lose control then and there. He wanted Kazar to ruin him. He swayed his hips a little and showcased his plush, prominent cunt to the green lizard and his basilisk.

“Yeah. It would be downright cruel to deny you when your body’s burning with that much need. Okay, now, let’s see…”

Kazar did something out of view, then walked towards Kyrie. As he did, the blue basilisk remained near the door, straining against some restraint to get to the white dragon. Kazar must have tied it in place. Then Kyrie heard Kazar kneel down beside him. He couldn’t see the basilisk handler on account of the blinkers, so he had to physically turn his head before he saw that handsome, radiant face regard him. Kyrie wanted to suck his dick. Or take it. Even if his cunt was too bestial for Kazar to satisfy, he could fuck Kyrie’s ass, still. Fuck, he wanted Kazar to ruin his tailhole, now.

Kyrie heard a high-pitched whining and then more scrabbling of claws on hay-covered stone.

“Shh,” Kazar breathed, and Kyrie was surprised to realise that the whines were actually his own.

Then Kazar took a rope and threaded it through rings on either side of Kyrie’s bridle, before threading it through a metal eye just in front of the dragon’s face. He pulled it taut, forcing Kyrie’s head to point directly at the wall, unable to turn his head left or right at all. Kyrie felt him scritch under his chin gently with one hand.

Anticipating what came next, Kyrie spread his legs and waggled his rump again, earning him a clicking hiss from the basilisk behind him as it strained audibly to get closer. He heard creaking leather, and wondered if the basilisk might manage to snap its restraints and breed him anyway. He clenched, feeling slick slime drool from between his legs. He loved how wet he felt. Was he peeing? He was pretty sure he wasn’t, but his nerves were so scrambled.

“Mmhm,” Kazar rumbled, taking hold of his ankles. “Let’s get you tied in place…”

Kyrie felt his legs being spread wider than he had intended – spread until the muscles in his thighs began to ache. It was such a nice ache. He kind of wished he had a dick still just so he could show off how much it throbbed – but no sooner had he thought that than he felt his needy, triangular spade throb in such a similar way that he nearly went crosseyed. Then he actually did when he felt Kazar press his palm against it, cupping his bestial, backwards-jutting asset.

“Yeah, this is going to see some real use,” Kazar promised him, making Kyrie moan. He gently squeezed it, and Kyrie’s spade throbbed in turn… which prompted Kazar to squeeze it again. He settled into a little rhythm, just holding Kyrie’s spade, making it throb and rewarding it with little squeezes – all to the sound of the basilisk hissing and growling desperately just out of reach.

Then Kyrie felt a singular finger press against his Y-shaped folds and rub them… only to pull back just when it was starting to get good. He groaned out around his bit and pushed his rump back – but Kazar had already moved on to securing his second leg.

With that, he patted Kyrie’s rump, then rubbed something strangely firm and pointed against his cunt.

“Alright,” he breathed. “Now, if a basilisk takes your ass right now, they might do some damage, and we’re going to be giving them free rein, so… This is for your own good, girl. Relax.”

Kyrie gave a questioning _rrawl_ing noise as he felt Kazar rub and grind something small against the cleft of his spade. Up and down, rubbing it against each puffy fold of his sensitive flesh, slathering it in slime. Then he lifted it…

…And Kyrie felt the slow, firm push of something against his tailhole. Suddenly, he realised that it wasn’t small, at all. Just like Kazar’s finger, he wasn’t used to his new spade’s capacity.

_ Kazar was plugging him_. Kyrie’s body sang out in ecstasy as he felt his ring start to stretch so readily, so enthusiastically for the stiff plug. He pushed out a little and the plug’s bulbous shape easily schlorped into him, putting pressure on his insides. Did he still have a prostate? Kyrie didn’t know and, frankly, didn’t care – having that plug inside his ass felt incredible, and he felt a weird pressure building in his lower belly.

“You’re quite the moaner when you’re into it,” Kazar praised, making Kyrie suddenly realise that he really was absolutely shamelessly moaning out. “Alright, now let’s see…”

Kazar gripped each of Kyrie’s limbs in turn, then tried to pull them away from the restraints he had wrapped around them. Each one felt completely secure. The leather felt tingly and electric against Kyrie’s body. Then he heard the green lizard stand up and cross the stall again.

There came a soft clink. The sound of claws scrabbling.

“Alright. … You ready for this, Kyrie?”

Kyrie felt drool oozing from his mouth around the bit as he answered with a resounding, “RrRAhHHrh!”

“Alright. I’m going to help ease him onto you, even so. You’re definitely not thinking clear right now, which is… really, really hot, but I actually don’t want you to get injured,” Kazar rumbled out. Then, with a slightly playful lilt to his voice he added, “You might be the mother of my eggs, after all.”

_ Fuck, Kyrie actually might be_.

Then Kyrie heard claws scrabbling again – so much more rapidly than should be possible. He could imagine the basilisk’s feet scraping almost cartoonishly on the floor as Kazar let it inch its way closer.

Suddenly, Kyrie felt two claws grip his hips. They began to walk up along the side of his body. Basilisk claws. Kyrie gasped and groaned out as he felt the weight settle onto his rump, the possessive grip of the claws as they eagerly clutched first his hips, then his waist, then his chest. He felt a second set of claws grasp his hips, then slide a little forwards…

…And then he felt the bump of something tapered, slimy, and hot against his inner thigh.

He heard a growl right beside his ear-fin and then the sibilant flick of a forked tongue.

“Easy, Ridge, easy.”

Kyrie felt that thick yet tapered dick lifting up, sliding along his inner thigh, then angling up a little bit more until the tip kissed his spade. Then he felt a distinct throb and gooey slime was suddenly spraying over his folds. It felt like being on the edge of a cliff, about to dive into the ocean.

“Ready?” Kazar asked. Kyrie drew in a breath to answer – and then suddenly Ridge humped.

Tapered inches of flesh surged into him, stretching his cunt around it as it threaded itself so deeply into him. When Kyrie felt like surely he was full, that enormous dick just kept coming, widening his spade until it was the only thing that Kyrie could even process. The basilisk didn’t give shallow thrusts, it buried the full, arm-like length of its beastly cock into him in one opening hump, not stopping until Kyrie felt its scaled slit squash against his puffy folds, its groin bumping the base of the plug in his ass.

Kyrie’s breath exploded out of him in a deafening howl as he realised that he couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this physically good. It felt like perfection, like his body had borne this gaping need and suddenly this enormous, animalistic cock was exactly what he needed to fill it. It was overwhelming. It hurt a little. But it was bliss.

“Easy, easy!” Kazar said as Ridge pulled back, and Kyrie felt a hand suddenly wrap around the base of the basilisk’s cock – felt it when the beast humped forward again and Kazar’s fist was shoved against his stretched spade. “Hey! I… oh, fuck,” Kazar breathed. “Oh, fuck, yeah, no, you’re actually taking all of it. Are… are you okay?”

“RHHRRHAH!” Kyrie moaned through the bit, head nodding vigorously as he could manage. He tried squeezing his legs together and felt the bonds at his ankles hold him firmly in place as Ridge drew back out again and then humped home. Each buck took nearly an actual full second of withdraw and thrust, yet it still felt like wild abandon as the basilisk drove that fat and veined dick through Kyrie’s body. His brain short circuited as the creature fucked him, his eyes glazing as he stared at the wall.

He could feel an urgent pressure building in his front as little bumps on the underside of the basilisk’s cock sawed and ground against a spot that it took him far too long to realise was his clit. At the same time, each impact of Ridge’s groin against his ass jolted the plug in his tailhole, grinding its girth against Ridge’s own shaft through the thin wall of flesh inside him separating his passageways.

He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t handle it, and he didn’t want it to stop. Kyrie felt his stomach drop, and then suddenly a wave of pleasure crashed into him and forced his spade to squeeze. The very instant he did, the sensations spiked and suddenly he was cumming. White bliss exploded behind his vision and he squealed into the bit as the pleasure overwhelmed him so completely – until he stopped squeezing, and it receded.

He—he wasn’t cumming? That was just regular pleasure? With a choking realisation, his whole body trembling, he managed to clench again – and he felt like he was locked back in orgasm as Ridge fucked him. Relax. Squeeze. Relax. Squeeeeze. Each time felt better and he could barely wrap his mind around it. Feeling this good wasn’t meant to be possible!

Then Ridge humped deep and began to give little, shallow thrusts, its tip battering at some depth of Kyrie that his brain still hadn’t processed. He squeezed and rode the wave of overwhelming bliss until—

_ Until_—

Suddenly, something gave in Kyrie’s body. He felt a strange relaxation shudder through his core, and abruptly an intense, overwhelming pressure bloomed somewhere inside him. Ridge growled out loud and then bit his shoulder as Kyrie felt something expanding inside him almost but not quite painfully…

And then it tugged, and Kyrie felt the briefest moment of surprise before his existence exploded into a bliss so intense that the white dragon was suddenly gone. There was just a white-hot throbbing sensation that subsumed everything. Throb-throb. Throb-throb. There was no stable, no Kazar, no saddle, not even a basilisk and Kyrie – there was just pulsing, a gooey ecstasy that seemed to stretch out forever.

Then, just as suddenly, Kyrie came crashing back to his body and realised that his lungs hurt from how loudly he was squealing. He could feel wet fluids squirting from his spade around Ridge’s cock, and everything was throbbing in such a maddeningly pleasurable way that he didn’t think he could stop howling even to breathe.

“Yeah,” he heard Kazar croon out beside him, sounding distant and hazy. “That’s it. Good girl… Just let him breed you…”

Kyrie barely understood the words. They were too hard for his scrambled brain. All he could think about as the wave slowly receded was how much his spade was throbbing, how well it could take the fat, rigid, pulsing dick that was still inside him, not really moving now… and how much he wanted to do it again.

Then he felt Ridge begin to tug on him again, deep inside, and dimly he realised that the basilisk’s tip had expanded somewhere in his core, trapping them together. Which meant that the throbbing he felt was it cumming in him. Its bumps were pushing against his G-spot. Each new throb was going to be another spurt of gooey slime into his womb.

_ Tug. Tug-tug._ Kyrie panted and whined as he felt the pleasure rising with each new pull, like his body was designed to respond to the tugs. It probably was, he dimly realised. He swayed his rump weakly. Tug. Wait.

_ Tug-tug._ He could feel it spiking.

_ Tug-tug-tug_. But he’d just—

With one more pull, Kyrie suddenly felt that ecstasy slam into him like a wall, and he squealed as he was forced to cum again, his whole world condensing to the feel of Ridge’s dick inside his new assets. He felt the plug in his rump as it squeezed sympathetically around it, too, and in those sloppy, messy contractions, Kyrie the dragon utterly melted until there was nothing there but Kazar’s divine, white basilisk.

“Look at you… Stars, fuck, this is hot… Good girl… Good basilisk.”

As Kyrie felt wave after wave wash him away, he lost track of time, of thought, of anything but the sloppy, messy plugging that kept occupying him from behind. He felt Kazar’s touch on him here and there, intermittently broken as he shifted or did something as Ridge just kept hammering away at him, occasionally pausing or withdrawing, only to hammer back home with renewed, blissful vigour.

“Mmm… Have to keep you in here tonight while the basiroot works through your system.” Ridge kept hammering in, thumping new and overwhelming sensations against Kyrie’s spade or so much deeper in than he could still wrap his thoughts around. It felt like every other minute, his body suddenly just blanked out of existence as that almost unbearable plateau of pleasure melted his very identity again. “Then you can stay in my bed. Wouldn’t do to have a divine creature in a common stable, especially when she might have my kids in her…”

Four limbs clutched at Kyrie’s body while Ridge’s back two kept stepping in place as the blue basilisk came and came hard inside him again. Kyrie moaned out, drooling around his bit in bliss as it happened. “Maybe the next few nights, if you’re still moaning this loud around your fourth basilisk… Attaboy, Sultan, put a big litter in her.” Kyrie writhed, Kazar’s words washing over him like so much fuzzy static, borderline unintelligible, unimportant. What was important was the feel of Ridge’s groin as it slapped against his rump over and over again…

“Yeah… I think you’re going to do just fine here, Kyrie,” Kazar crooned out, rubbing Kyrie’s neck where it was now covered in bite marks.

Kyrie howled out loud as Ridge withdrew for a few moments, then humped back in with renewed enthusiasm, as if he hadn’t just pumped Kyrie full a dozen times already. The pleasure began to rapidly build and build and build all over again, and Kyrie was helpless to resist it. Didn’t want to resist it. “And this time, we’ll see if I can’t just persuade you to stay. Sound good?”

Kyrie felt Ridge’s dick squelch messily into place again and lock, groin forcing the plug in his ass harder inside, and with two short tugs, he blanked out and squirted around that enormous, beastly breeder again. He howled out his agreement, bucking weakly and wildly as the puddle between his legs only grew while Ridge pumped his womb full all over again. And in the throes of that wracking climax, for once Kazar’s words managed to ring so delightedly in his ear.

“Fuck… That’s my basilisk, alright,” Kazar praised. And Kyrie was.

* * * * *

Some hours later, Kyrie was looking dazedly up at his owner, his magnificent body framed by thick, green thighs either side of the white basilisk’s snout. Everything felt so soupy, so gooey and sloshy, from Kyrie’s molten thoughts to his swollen, rounded belly that was almost touching the floor as he stood there on all ‘sixes’.

Kazar was smiling down at him as he held one hand on the back of Kyrie’s head, fingers gently rubbing between the basilisk’s horns. Fuck, Kyrie liked being a basilisk. Kyrie liked having a spade. Kyrie loved sucking his owner’s cock, which he was doing right that very moment. Kazar’s leaky, drooling tip was squashed right inside Kyrie’s mouth, spilling his salty, wonderful taste all over his tongue.

“Mmhh,” Kazar crooned, his voice like honey. Kyrie felt gooey, warm slime drooling from his spade and onto the floor between his legs – his hind legs – and he wagged his tail giddily. Fuck, he was affected. “What a good girl,” Kazar praised, applying pressure to the back of Kyrie’s head. He moaned and swallowed his cock inch after inch, taking it into his mouth until it kissed the back of it, peering down at the remaining inches he had yet to take. Kyrie almost wanted to giggle, thinking of himself as a girl, but he was much too focused on his owner’s cock to hold that thought for more than a few moments. His spade was practically burning with pleasure, and he could still feel Ridge’s cum slopping slowly out of him in a way that made him giddy.

Kyrie spluttered a little and swallowed the lizard’s thick dick, feeling it spurt a little reward right against the back of his throat. Kyrie realised that his nose was hovering right above Kazar’s groin, so he huffed a deep, thick breath of his owner’s scent. Immediately he felt his spade throb in such a uniquely different way to his dick. It was still pleasurable, but he felt it deep inside and was immediately, achingly aware of how empty of cock he was. Fuck. Having a spade was torturous heaven. He needed to fuck Salrith so much more often.

Then Kyrie realised that he couldn’t fuck Salrith any more, now that he was female. That thought made him clench down emptily again, then relax and feel as another wave of custardy basilisk sperm drooled from his puffy, well-fucked Y-shaped spade.

He could only be satisfied by other basilisks, now. He was going to have to hike his tail and show off his new, squishy equipment and practically beg to be fucked by those six-legged brutes. Well, maybe he wouldn’t have to beg… But he really, really wanted to.

“…attention there, girl?” Kazar was asking. Kyrie suddenly felt him pat his cheek. The white-scaled basilisk swallowed, blinking hazily up at him. Kazar chuckled. “There you are. That’s it… just get yourself drunk on my scent. You practically emptied the melter in your own cunt, so this haze you’re in’s only gonna get worse for the next, mm, week or so,” Kazar said, affectionately scritching behind Kyrie’s earfin. Kyrie moaned, barely able to process what Kazar had said, his thoughts a liquid pot of need and lingering feelings of sloppy basilisk sex. Kyrie felt a wave of tingling tension wrack his lower belly before a wet squirt sprayed from his spade and made his toes curl. Fuck, he was messy.

“Mmhm. Don’t worry, you’ll recover, you’ll recover. But for two, three days here, you’re gonna get to know what it’s like to be the actual dumbest, horniest basilisk in the pens, girl,” Kazar said, rubbing Kyrie’s head. “…Maybe four…” Kyrie shuddered again and swallowed his owner’s cock, wrapping his tongue around it and suckling urgently in response. He didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to be a basilisk.

“That’s it,” Kazar praised, taking hold of one horn and easing him off his fat, ridged spire. His flesh slid over Kyrie’s tongue, and the basilisk quivered in bliss that washed through each tingly limb, eyes lidding over. Even sucking him off was sending waves of misfiring neurons through his head, making Kazar’s every throb and pulse feel so, so good. “Swallow it down… Basilisks don’t have gag reflexes, so we’re gonna work yours right out, Kyrie. You’re a good little sage, aren’t you?”

Kyrie moaned his agreement. Kazar’s cock throbbed as he swallowed it all the way to the base again. His head was swimming and it was so much fun.

“Yeah, you’re a good little sage, hmm?” Kazar’s voice went up half an octave, and Kyrie moaned louder. “Such a good little sage!” Kyrie whined in agreement. “Such a good, horny, pregnant girl,” Kazar’s voice practically bubbled. Kyrie sucked his cock with all the urgency she could muster, and Kazar pushed her head down as his cocktip strained at the back of her throat. “A good, obedient, dumb little sage with a fat, well-used spade and—”

Kyrie gulped, and Kazar’s cock sank into her throat properly, sinking the white snout all the way to his warm crotch-scales, leaving him pressed flush against the heated groin. His throat was bulging. The ache was immediate, and immediately satisfying. Kyrie tried and failed to gasp as her spade clamped down hard, and with bulging eyes, she squirted over the floor while sucking her owner off.

“We’re gonna train you until you’re just another one of my basilisks. You’re gonna suck my cock every morning until we got that throat of yours nice and stretched out, you hear me? I’ve trained plenty of basilisks in my time, and you ain’t gonna be any different…” The lizard’s voice washed over Kyrie’s mind, dripping like honey, sending shivers down the dragon’s neck.

Radiant waves of bliss bounced back and forth through Kyrie’s lower belly, refusing to taper off. It felt so good that the white basilisk’s eyes watered, and she pushed her snout even deeper onto Kazar’s cock. She was everything he said she was. She didn’t think about the future or the past, her status or gender or anything at all. Kazar was her owner and she was his good little sage and she was lifting her tail to flaunt her squirting, fat spade as she submitted.

“Fuck yeah, you’re a keeper, girl. Rhmm… I think I might keep you, after all,” Kazar spoke with a voice that was growling with enthusiasm, before settling on a sense of finality. “Yeah… I’m going to keep you, got that, girl?”

A soft, long-drawn croon escaped the lizard as he reclined, his own tail impacting the ground like a whip.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to get used to that saddle, then. The bridle too. That’s gonna stay on for most of your stay here. Standard basilisk outfit, I’m afraid, and I’m not giving you that much special treatment. So you’re just gonna have to learn to wear it for when your owner takes you on rides. Don’t worry, though. You’ll get used to that, too.”

Wave after wave swamped the white basilisk’s mind as just listening to the words while sucking her owner off was enough to overstimulate her into climax, and every thrumming heartbeat made her shiver and tremble. Why were words enough to get her to finish? Wet, sloppy contractions squirted basilisk cum and Kyrie’s own fluids across the floor as she focused on swallowing obediently again, and again.

By the time Kyrie realised that Kazar was patting his cheek again, his mind was sloshing even more than it had been when he first got between the green lizard’s thighs. Kazar was patting him steadily, his cock pulsing and throbbing.

“Fuck,” Kazar was panting. He held Kyrie’s horn, and the white basilisk trembled, tail swaying as he sat there. Aah, it was so easy to submit to everything Kazar was saying… It felt so good to… Kyrie looked up at him with hazy, lidded eyes of delight. He was probably going to feel devastatingly embarrassed when this all wore off, but that just made Kyrie want to revel in it all the more while he could. He could feel his thinking slowing down and it felt so hazy-good. Kyrie had had a word for it, but he couldn’t remember it now.

“Mmph… Easy, girl,” Kazar said, pulling Kyrie’s head back until his fat dick popped back out of his throat, the motion making the white basilisk’s senses swim. “I’m not cumming yet. I promised you oral, and I’m going to make sure you know how to handle your owner properly before I pop.” He gave Kyrie a smile, teeth flashing as he exhaled slowly while his fat dick pulsed and drooled that heavenly ambrosia across Kyrie’s tastebuds. Handsome…

“Besides… I want you down here… a good, long while,” Kazar continued, gently pulling Kyrie’s head down a few inches as though it were a toy. Kyrie liked feeling like a toy. A toy basilisk. A basilisk toy. The saddle felt good. “Let you soak in my scent… It’s important, you know,” the lizard crooned, sending shivers up and down Kyrie’s spine. “To imprint on a basilisk when she’s in heat. Build all those good connections… Let your body know who’s in charge.”

Kazar let out a puff of air and rubbed at Kyrie’s head affectionately, his claws scritching and running along Kyrie’s scales. They felt tingly, almost electric, Kyrie’s nerves all fuzzy and aglow with the thrumming potency of the basiroot extract.

“I don’t think it’s really clicked for you yet, has it? I’m your owner, girl. See that collar around your neck? That means you belong to me. I own you. You’re just one of my many animals. You are mine, and I’m going to breed you with the other animals until you have enough whelps to fill the kingdom” Kazar’s voice continued to roil in through the dragon’s earfins, sinking itself deep, nestling in next to the infernal pleasure. Why did his words feel so good?

Kazar rumbled out pleasantly, spreading his legs a little wider. Kyrie flared his nostrils and sucked in a deep lungful of the lizard’s scent. Sex. Salt. Musk. It had such a potent, arousing aroma, Kyrie could barely wrap his honeyed thoughts around it.

“Mmhm. Just keep huffing, girl… Fuck. Look how round your belly is…” The lizard lifted one leg and gently pressed it against Kyrie’s belly, his toes squishing the white basilisk’s stomach. Ridge had fucked Kyrie for so long, he didn’t even understand how one animal could have so much stamina. How he could have so much stamina. “Do you think they’ll be basilisks?” Kazar asked.

_ Fuck,_ Kyrie hoped so.

“Or… mine?” the lizard continued. Kyrie swallowed and dragged his tongue along the thick, fleshy spire in his mouth.

_ Fuck_, he hoped that more.

“You probably won’t have the chance to have people kids again, now,” Kazar crooned softly, almost thoughtfully. “So, if they’re mine, I’m gonna spoil you. Make sure you enjoy it. Though, course, you’re gonna be a good mother either way, Kyrie,” the lizard said, stroking Kyrie’s head. The white basilisk trembled, eyes slowly closing.

_ Fuck._ A mother. Kyrie could barely imagine it. Her whole body wanted it. Kyrie let slip a hazy moan.

“Oh, don’t take me at my word,” Kazar rumbled in response. “You’re gonna get plenty of practice, y’know,” the lizard continued. “After all, female basilisks end up near-permanently pregnant after their first heat. Especially little sages. And that’s… you. A little sage… sinking deeeep in her first heat.” He tapped Kyrie’s head with one finger, then wriggled down in place, wedging his cock a little more in Kyrie’s mouth.

“That basiroot you got before wasn’t strong enough to induce a real heat. But the refined version? Absolutely. That warmth you’re feeling right now? That’s heat. Actual heat. Kickstarting your cycle. A basilisk’s first heat is important, you know? Your brain’s currently rewiring itself to have offspring. You’re gonna spend a good long while feeling your belly getting bigger. Heavier. Warmer. It’s gonna be hard for you to walk around properly. And you won’t mind at all. Because you’ll only be looking forward to how good those whelps are gonna feel coming out,” Kazar continued, as he gently let his finger push down on Kyrie’s head, sinking her all the way down until her nose pressed flush against his crotch again.

Kyrie only managed a single, hazy inhalation before her mind started to spin.

“You’re not going to have much energy for walking around anyway. Being pregnant takes a lot of energy, you know? And your body’s gonna reroute most of that into making sure your clutch is nice and big for me,” Kazar spoke, as nonchalantly as if he was delivering a medical report.

“And then, when your whelps are all out and taken care of, you’ll have… What, a week or two of normal life— before your next heat starts. And then it all starts over. We line you up with your new boyfriends, they mount you nice and hard into the night, and then your belly gets nice and big. Regular, healthy basilisks stay in their breeding period for a good ten to twenty years, but you? With how divine you are, I bet we could keep you going ‘til the end of your days.”

_ Fuck_.

Kyrie was a basilisk.

A female basilisk.

And it felt orgasmic. She let slip a soft, playful growl and slurped down along the length of Kazar’s cock again. He gave a quiet moan, then sucked air through his teeth.

“Mnnfh… You like that thought, don’t you, girl?” Kazar asked.

Kyrie responded by swallowing his cock all the way down until his crown kissed the back of his throat again – and then swallowing that down, too. He felt Kazar’s whole shaft throb fatly, and the lizard hunched forward and held onto both of Kyrie’s horns.

“Stars above, that’s an answer and a half,” Kazar panted. He gave a shallow thrust into Kyrie’s throat. Then another. Then, in only a few moments, he was bucking into Kyrie’s gullet, not slowing down or stopping. Kyrie felt the ache growing in his throat, felt it sending tremors rocking through his body that focused beneath his tail.

“I’ve never had the chance to have an intelligent basilisk go through that process before… Ngh… I’ll have to take plenty of notes while making you describe every part of it for your owner… And when we’re done, that bridle is going right back in. Just… like… nfh… this.”

Then, all at once, Kazar swore and shoved Kyrie’s nose right into his groin. His balls contracted, and suddenly Kyrie felt thick, hot slime erupting down his throat. The first spurt felt like heaven – the third made Kyrie’s helpless spade contract and squirt in a messy arc behind him again. He lifted his tail and let his eyes roll back as he felt it happen.

By the time Kazar’s trembling legs calmed down and his surging, fountaining cock had calmed down again, he was gasping for breath while Kyrie’s head swam in a hazy fog of his owner.

Kazar said something more to Kyrie, but Kyrie didn’t really catch it – nor did it seem important. His unfocused eyes were drinking in the sight of Kazar’s magnificent belly, while he imagined what it would be like to have Kazar’s eggs. To have litters of scaly basilisk pups again. To sink so deep that being a ‘dragon’ felt like a distant, silly dream.

And over the following weeks…

…Kyrie got to find out what it was like again… and again… and again… and again.

Exactly like Kazar had promised.