Manadragon Overpopulation
Manadragon Overpopulation
HELP WANTED
Assistant needed for local manadragon repopulation effort.
Room and board provided for duration.
Please bring this post with you.
Mr. E. Vulp
Inquire at 1 N. Steadfast rd.
"Hullo... What do we have here?" Skarth reached up and plucked the help ad off the town square's message pillar. From the amount the parchment was weather-beaten, he figured it had been up a while. By then, he thought, they had to have found someone. Though, if that were true the ad should not be up any more; there was a strict policy about that.
"Well, worst he can do is turn me away. B'sides, a walk sounds like a fantastic idea just now." He smiled and looked at the bottom of the ad where a crude map had been drawn. It showed the town square he was in, and a line to the east, though it had faded severely. "Suppose I ought to ask directions."
The creamy-yellow, furred dragon perked up and smiled. It had been years since he last had seen a live feral manadragon. Nearly all of them had disappeared from the continent over the past decades. He figured that, even if he were turned away, it was worth the trip to see one in person. With that in mind, he made his way back to the inn he had stayed at the night before.
It was a quaint little place. A bar at the back spanned the whole wall. Five round wooden tables with a variety of mismatched chairs sat around the room, a couple seated at one who were in the middle of a meal. To the right was stairs up to the rooms above. Morning light shone in through the front windows and helped brighten up the place. Rainbows beamed onto walls, the floor, and the ceiling from crystals that hung in the window.
He made his way to the back and got the attention of the owner, who was in the process of checking over the inventory behind the bar. "Hello?"
The otter owner, a man in his forties, dressed in a brown shirt, long apron, and matching pants turned to the dragon with a smile. "Ah, hello Sir! What can I do ya for?"
"I ah, just needed some directions," he looked down at the parchment in his paw, "to... North Steadfast road?" His tail twitched back and forth behind him in a rather excited manner.
"Steadfast? That's east'a here, just a little ways outta town." The otter pointed, "cross th' bridge o'er Simmon's Creek, and when ya get to th' wall follow it north. Will be th' first road. What do you want to go there for? Only thing out there is that crazy fox." The man quirked an eyebrow and peered at the younger man.
Skarth shifted a bit on his feet. "I was just going to head over there and apply for a job. Saw the post up outside."
"That old coot is still looking for someone? Been at it fer a while now." He let out a hearty laugh, "well, best of luck to ya. You be careful 'round there, no telling what he could be up ta."
The dragon nodded, "Will do. If things don't work out I think I'll stay here another night before I head on out."
"Sounds good. Always happy t'have a good customer." He smiled wide, "An'thing else I can help with?" Skarth shook his head, "Alright, shall leave ya be, then. Got a lot of cleaning t'get done here." With that the otter went and got back to work.
Skarth stepped outside once again and checked over himself. His clothing seemed in order, a simple loose beige tunic and brown pants. He adjusted the straps of his pack and set out down the road out of town. He moved at a swift pace, quite eager to see his feral flammie kin, blue-tipped feathery wings aflutter with excitement.
Old oaks lined the highway and provided soothing shade that blocked the sun from his eyes as he made his way east. He smiled and murred as a cool summer breeze rustled through the trees around him, then through his fur and feathers.
After a short and uneventful walk, he spotted a stream. A stone arch bridge spanned its banks. He walked to its midpoint and looked on down the road. Not too far off he saw the short wall the otter had mentioned, and as he followed the line of it to the left he spotted another pathway a short ways away.
Excitement filled his chest and his wings spread out. With a strong flap down and a jump, he leapt across to the grassy bank and took a beeline through the field. In short order he made it to what he was sure was Steadfast Road.
A wooden fence sectioned off a huge section of land off into the distance, interrupted only by the stream that flowed right through the plot. "Looks like this is the place!" The dragon hopped onto the obstacle and dashes along atop it, his tail and wings flitting here and there to keep his balance.
In minutes he made it to the main driveway that lead up to a well-built stone house. It was nothing extravagant, but it certainly must have cost a pretty penny to build and maintain. A half dozen or so rooms inside, with a stable extension at the back, connected to the building.
Skarth didn't spot any activity outside, so headed right up to the front entrance. A carving of a manadragon with an odd likeness to himself adorned the door with a brass knocker clutched in his teeth. He admired it a few moments, before clasping the loop and tapping it sharply against the wood three times; each impact let out a resounding thunk.
After a minute's wait he was about to try again, when he heard the thumping of someone running inside. "Be right there!" There was the sound of a crash, and muffled grumblings. "Just a minute!"
He stepped back and awaited the owner, who unlatched the door opened it a bit and peeked through. The moment he saw the manadragon he flung it open wide.
The person in the stone-floored entry hall was a fox a little shorter than the dragon. His fur was mostly grey all over, save for a large blue patch that covered most of his left side, arm and face, with streaks stretching out from its edges. He wore a loose fitting pair of pants stained in a similar fashion, and an unbuttoned vest that had numerous pockets along either flap. His feet were uncovered, and the blue color covered both of his digitigrade paws.
"Why, hello!" The fox beamed and all but stared at Skarth, "tell me you're here for the job." The dragon was taken aback by this for a moment, but spoke up in short order.
"As a matter of fact, I am. How did you..."
The vulpine didn't even let him finish his sentence, "Fan-tastic! Come in, come in!" He stepped to the side and motioned Skarth to enter hurriedly.
As the winged dragon stepped forward, the fox closed the door behind him. "So glad you're here. I was worried noone would answer the ad. Put it up ages ago, but all the locals refuse to come out here." He walked inside and motioned his guest to follow. "Here I am, rambling on, and we've not even been introduced!" He stopped in what looked like a large study. Papers, books, vials and odd knick-knacks were piled everywhere. "I am Thomas, Thomas Vulpe. You can just call me Mr. Vulp while you're here, Mr..." He extended a paw to shake with his guest. "I think I caught your name."
The dragon took him by the paw and shook. "Oh, I didn't say. I'm Skarth, just Skarth. No mister. Nice to meet you!"
"Likewise! Here, let me show you to your room. This way please." He hurried off down another hall and talked as he walked. Skarth was puzzled a moment, but was soon quick to follow. Along the walls hung paintings of manadragons that all looked like they were done by the same person. The initials 'TV' was scrawled in the lower corner of each. The floor was faded wood, worn from years of footsteps.
"Pardon the mess, I've been strung thin around here, and I've had no time to clean up properly for rather a long time." He stopped at a vaulted wooden door with a black metal handle. "As long as you decide to stay, and I hope you do, this will be your room." He swung the door inward and revealed within.
The room was illuminated by a window on the far wall, curtains left open. A fairly large, plush looking bed with sat against the left wall, while a chest of drawers and desk lined the right. The floor was the same wood as the hall, but showed much less wear. Everything was covered in a fine layer of dust, revealing how long it had been disused. In all it must have been more than twenty feet on a side.
"This is the guest bedroom. Mine is right next door, but I'm not often in there. You'll usually find me in the study, basement, or stables. Oh, here, let me take care of all this dust. Don't want you having a sneezing fit on your first day here." The fox chuckled and stepped inside. "Just a sec."
He began to hum a little tune as he wove his paws around one another in a little ball, and in moments a yellow glow built in the center. "Ha!" He thrust both paws forward, and the orb leapt from his paws in a flash. There was a brief, loud snap, and a suction of air. Most of the dust in the room took to the air and flew toward a central point. There it compressed into a ball, then fell to the floor with a little thunk. He walked over and scooped it up. "All done!" He seemed rather proud of himself as he looked back to Skarth, who looked on a with a bit of a puzzled look.
"Sorry if it's a bother to ask," He pulled out the parchment he had plucked from town, "your ad said you needed an assistant for breeding manadragons?" A little blush caught his cheeks.
"Ah, of course!" He smiled wide and walked over to Skarth's side. "I just got swept up in the moment. When I saw you at the door, I knew in an instant you were the perfect candidate. Fated even!" The dragon gave him a bit of a look. "Right! Well, last year, my last remaining female disappeared. Not terribly sure where she went. I've been desperate to find a replacement. Went through every channel I have, but noone is willing to part with, or even move their females, which left me in a bit of a bind.
"Poor Raelchek has been in a rutt for over a season now, and try as I might, I can't relieve his tension. I just don't have the right equipment or scent for him. That's where you come in." he grinned wide, "I've managed to acquire a terrifically useful recipe that will not only give you just the right scent, but allow you to bear young as well!"
Skarth's eyes went wide, his jaw drooped open, and there was quite the stirring in his loins. He simply didn't know what to say. Sure, he knew magic could do alot, but make him full of eggs? It was a dream come true for the dragon!
"We won't start anything until at least tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to Raelchek then as well. He's off getting a meal, Wouldn't expect him back 'til the afternoon." Thomas took Skarth's silence as a bad sign, "you... are going to do this, right?"
"Oh, of course!" He beamed, his tail wagging behind him, wings fluttering once again, his excitement impossible to contain.
"Wonderful!" The fox clapped his paws together when he saw Skarth's enthusiasm, and smiled wide, "I'll go and get to work on the concoction right away. There's a loo down the hall, if you want to get cleaned up. Please, make yourself at home!" He stepped out the door and pointed down the hall. "The door to the basement is just over there at the end, down some stairs. I'll be down there starting the preparations. Shouldn't take too long for it to cook up." With an excited flicker of his tail, he dashed off, pawpads thumping down the hall.
"What an odd fellow." He stood there a moment, then shrugged and padded over to the bed. The material was incredibly plush, and his weight sunk right down into it. "I could get used to this..." He undid his belt, pulled the worn tunic over his head, and tossed it to the floor. the color inside was noticeably brighter than outside, and showed its age. Not one to be shy too often, he undid the tie on his pants and slipped out of them as well. With a long stretch of his paws overhead he let out a soft rumble and flopped back onto the bed, nude. "Mmm... Really could get used to this." Sunrays fell in through the window and had warmed the sheets, and as that heat enveloped him, he drifted off into a cozy nap.
"Ahem!" Skarth's eyes bolted open, and he sat upright in an instant. His host stood in the doorway across the room. By the light, he judged not too much time had passed, perhaps a few hours. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to Thomas.
"Sorry to uh... wake you from your nap, but it's ready!" A little blush in the fox's ears was visible in the late afternoon sun as he lifted a small box in his paws and motioned it toward his guest. "I expect Raelchek ought to be back any minute now, so the sooner we get started the better."
Skarth quirked an eyebrow a moment at Thomas's nervousness, but realized rather quickly it was his lack of clothing. He sprung to his feet, unabashed of his nudity. "Alright, what do I need to drink?"
"Drink?" The fox paused a moment and quirked his head, "oh! It's not a potion, at least not the sort you drink." He laughed a bit, "this has to be taken rather differently." He walked over and sat the box down on the bed, then lifted the solid oak lid. Contained inside was a perfect sphere the size of a pair of fists, its surface mirror smooth. Inside swirled around in a never ending kaleidoscopic dance of color, while countless tiny flecks of silver floated within and caught the light as they were jostled around one another.
"What... is that?" The dragon stared in awe of the thing, unlike anything he had ever seen.
"Well, to cut to the chase, I need to put this into you," the whole he talked Thomas kept glancing out the window, "so if we could please get started, we can do it right here and now."
Skarth rubbed the back of his neck, "into me?"
"Yes, specifically under your tail, and I really want to have this in you before Raelchek returns, just in case. So if you could lay back on the bed, we can get started." A visible blush filled the manadragon's face, but he wasn't one to argue. He likely wanted this more than the fox, it was his fantasy, after all. So, without any more delays or questions he laid back, face up.
He positioned himself so that tail hung down off the bed, as his legs spread wide and picked up on either side, his tailstar exposed. Thomas grabbed a small vial of oil from the bottom of the box and poured a fair bit of the slick liquid onto either paw. "Now just relax, I need to open you up before I try to put this in, if it breaks before it's inside I'll have to make a new one."
A pair of fingers slid down behind the dragon's balls toward his tailhole. Once he found the little pucker he circled around it, slicking its surface, before pushing them inside, one after the other. Skarth took the intrusion in stride, though squirmed as the fox brought his other hand up and added another digit. He pulled his paws in either direction firmly and slipped another pair inside. "Wow, I knew how flexible feral mana's were, but I never realized that carried over to their kin."
Skarth was rather lost to his words though. He lay there and squirmed as his hole was stretched open, wide enough to let the fox behind him slip the rest of his paw forward with ease, right into the heat inside the dragon. Thomas was not unaffected by all this; One paw buried to the wrist in this oh-so-lucky find of his, the other already half way in. His own erection strained against his pants even as his guest's pink, glistening shaft pushed from his own sheath. It was everything he could do not to stare.
After a few moments hesitation and admiration, he pulled one paw free of the dragon's rump, and held the other just half inside. With utmost care, he scooped his slicked paw under the orb and pulled it from its box and brought it over to the dragon's rear.
"When I get this in it's going to feel... weird." With the help of his other paw, he slipped the ends of each of his fingers into the dragon's hole and opened him up again. With the orb nestled between his pads he slid both arms forward. A little wince showed on his face as he squeezed it through.
'Don't-break-don't-break-don't-break,' the words repeated themselves over and over again inside the mage's head as he eased it inside and settled in deep in the bowel of the white-furred squirming one on the bed.
The fox leaned back and drew his arms out with him. Skarth's elastic hole closed once again; A little oil left behind made the tight pucker shine in the light of the afternoon, which by then had taken on a red and orange hue and cast the room in beautiful, vibrant color.
The furred manadragon eased his legs down and rested the balls of his feet on the mattress. Aside from the weight and size, the orb did little to make its presence known. It just felt like a few of the toys he had played with in the past, that pressure within him so lovely. Soon, slowly but surely, the outer layers of the sphere melted away and bit by bit released their contents into the body around it.
An odd tingle spread slowly into Skarth's flesh where it made contact with the ball. It felt like an odd itch at the back of one's throat. He let out a soft groan and and squirmed back and forth, grinding his butt into the bed under him. His toes flexed and gripped at the sheets as it felt as though the orb within his body grew hotter. With its increase in heat came wave after wave of growing lust. Sexual pressure built rapidly in his little body, and he had to relieve it. He did not care that the fox was there.
A paw shot to his shaft and gripped around it tightly as a long, loud moan shot from his lips. Much of the pre on its surface had evaporated slightly, and left the surface just slightly dry and sticky to the touch. Even so, he pawed at it desperately, but with every stroke that pressure just built in his balls. A whine of frustration leapt from his lips as his fingers fluttered over his length.
The fox, not one to pass up a good show, scooped the vial of oil once again and poured it onto his new friend's iron-hard rod. Skarth took advantage of it the instant he realized he had lubrication. His other paw shot down and gripped around the middle of his shaft and pumped at it like mad.
'That's it, just a few more seconds.' His tail fluttered behind him, though he loved the sight of the dragon's desperate pawing, it was vital for the spell that he not cum, and he was prepared. From the bottom of the box, he scooped up a slightly curved metal bar. With so much distraction, it was little effort for him to tap the center around the base of Skarth's shaft. It snapped out of his slick fingers and coiled into a tight circle around the dragon's pride.
The sudden tightness caused him to cry out and clamp down, paw squeezed tightly. The pressure around the weakened orb was too much for it to handle, so it ruptured and its contents rushed into the white-furred manadragon. At at once the haze and lust increased tenfold, and a shrill cry issued from his muzzle. His paw was a blur as he stroked at himself. He the wonderful wave of an orgasm build within his body on top of the feeling that filled him from the orb, then all at once it all came crashing down.
His prostate worked overtime as it tried in vain to push his seed from his body. The pressure within it built to almost unbearable levels and he let out a sharp yell of pleasure. Flex after flex of his internal pump pushed his cum out, only to be stopped in its tracks by the enchanted loop of metal around the base of his shaft. His orgasm was drawn out as it contracted rhythmically. He twitched and squirmed on the bed for over half a minute before the over-the-top pleasure subsided.
He was left panting heavily on his side, and now that the unbearable need was sated for the moment, other odd feelings had crept into his body. Primary among them: the clear and present need to be filled with... something. It took no time, no thought to comprehend, no moment of contemplation, he needed something inside him.
Now.
The focal point of his desire seemed to have a physical spot on his body, and somehow it wasn't quite his tail star. The point was a little forward of that, centered around a growing area between his legs that tingled in the same odd way as a limb that had fallen asleep. Not exactly painful, just really weird.
His need surged forward, and his shaft grew rock hard once again, contracted within the ring of solid metal. He looked down and saw just how full it had grown, harder than he had ever seen it in his life. His jaw fell agape in a choked moan as the fox between his legs slid forward and gave his shaft a playful little caress over the underside with the backs of his claws. It had grown as sensitive as anything, and by reflex he clamped his legs around the sides of the vulpine.
At that same moment, the sphere within him burst, its walls too thin to survive his squeeze around it. The fluid rushed in all directions, and soaked into his body in moments, which sent that need to be filled into overdrive, the little manadragon blinded by it. He let out a primal cry to the heavens as another, greater orgasm built to a mind-shattering point in moments.
Though his shaft twitched and spasmed, his desire seemed focused elsewhere, down at that spot between his legs and right where he had his host clamped.
Thomas could not help but purr and enjoy the moment, with just a little grind of his hard shaft against the side of the bed, but soon enough he managed to unhook himself from the little dragon's grasp, and stepped away. The clear bulge just over his sheath was accented by a dark spot of pre.
The mage looked down and his eyes went wide. "It's working!"
"You say that," Skarths words were suppressed by a moan for a moment, "as if you're surprised." The small dragon sat up and pulled himself onto the bed fully, as he peered between his legs.
His shaft was rock hard, the skin dark red from how engorged it had grown. His paw drifted to it, and he let out a sharp gasp from it's contact. Though it twitched and pulsed, not a drop came from the tip.
It took a moment to catch his breath and stand on his own two feet. His need had faded only slightly, but it was no longer blocking out all other sensation. "Unnng... but, what did you do to me?"
"Here," He brought his fingers together and twitched his tail in a peculiar way. As he spread his digits again a shiny film emerged, impossibly thin. The surface shone like a perfect mirror. He guided his paw down and angled it so that he got a view between his legs.
A short distance behind his ballsac. in front of his anus, a second hole had formed. It puckered outward slightly in desire, but looked entirely unlike a woman's nethers. There were no lips, no clit to speak of, just a perfect little round, plump-fleshed hole.
"That's your new ovihole, as I like to call it, 'tis where your eggs will develop." Skarth could not help but slip a paw down, and feel around the tender flesh. The contact of his fingers sent a pleasant little rush through his body and spurned him onward. One finger after the next plunged into the tight, elastic hole and spread it wider and wider, all the while the walls seeped thin, slick fluids that coated his fingers.
Thomas took a step back and grinned wide, unable to help himself but to rub a little at the mound in his pants, muzzle slightly agape in an aroused pant. He was not about to interrupt his guest as the dragon plunged his paw right into his new hole and let out a shrill little yell, his entire body spasmed from the pleasure.
He explored with his fingers and rubbed everywhere he could reach from the awkward angle. There seemed to be no one spot more sensitive than the rest, every single point just felt great, and the more contact and movement he had against his new flesh, the better it felt. Soon he was lost in the experience, paw buried up to the wrist inside himself, while the other worked a finger inside.
There was a clear roar outside, one strong enough to vibrate the window, which snapped Skarth from his daze, and startled him enough that he pulled both hands free. "Perfect timing! He's back! Come come, you need to get up and come outside. There's no time to lose!" He grasped his guest by the paw and pulled him forward off the bed, to his feet. The dragon wasn't quite ready to stand, and vertigo set in. "Woah woah, don't fall over now!" The fox wrapped his arms around Skarth and caught him against his bare, furry belly. The feel of his oversensitive shaft against the warm, soft fur sent chills through his body and launched a moan out his muzzle.
The fox led him by the paw back out through the hall, through a fantastic looking kitchen, and to the stables outside. The wooden roof spanned overhead at least ten meters up, and went off a fair ways. At the other end of the enclosure there were a series of solid thumps, and a little dust cloud as his feral kin landed.
He almost mirrored Skarth's coloration. His fur a beautiful, vibrant white that caught the evening light in little rippled waves, the glow of the sunset reflected in every strand. His belly was a creamy yellow, pillowy scutes lined his underside and stretched back to his tailtip. A large tuft of matching fur ran under his neck and over his chest. Large wings capped with long, vibrant blue feathers were folded against his back. Though he walked on all fours, he still stood at least four times Skarth's height at the shoulder, just over twenty feet.
"Raelchek! I found a solution!" The fox motioned to the guest that stood at his side.
The large manadragon covered ground quickly, surprisingly silent, and was at their side in moments, which just made his size that much more incredible. From nose to tailtip he was well over forty, glorious feet long.
"Wow, you're... beautiful!" He instantly took a liking to the large dragon, and as the feral's scent washed over him, he could not help but drool. A giddy smile grew on his face. His tapered shaft throbbed and hung straight out from his body, and as the male's pheromones swept through his system, it pulsed all the harder, joined by another throb of need between his legs.
The large dragon bowed his broad head down toward Skarth and drew long, deep breaths as he approached, the last right in against his chest and belly. A deep rumble reverberated in the air as he slid his nose south. Hot air rushed over the little dragon's shaft as the huge maw parted, a long tongue drew out, as big around as Skarth's arm. It dragged over the side of his length, tight down over his balls, right to that sensitive ovihole he had just received.
A gasp joined the deep rumble in the air and he arched up onto his toes, paws clamped against Raelchek's head for balance, toes curled in the dirt. He closed his eyes and moaned as the large dragon repeated the action more times than he could keep count. A wonderful, near overpowering sensation rolled through him every time that textured tongue drew against the trio of sensitive spots, and soon he was a quivering, moaning mound of manadragon.
He was left panting and could hardly stand as the dragon pulled away enough to draw his tongue over his nostrils. The large mana's eyes shut as he was swept up in the scent, and a little shiver rolled through his huge body right to the tailtip. Immediately he leaned in and gave Skarth a heavy nuzzle, enough to make his new little friend stumble.
Raelchek then looped his head behind Skarth's butt and gave him a solid push toward the large exit at the other end of the room. The smaller dragon was lifted from the ground for a moment as he was all but tossed through the air; he got the hint right away and walked forward. All the while the large dragon had his nose tucked under Skarth's tail.
"You two seem like you'll get along famouously!" Thomas laughed as he watched the display between the two, following after them, the large lump in his pants well visible.
The large manadragon's nostrils flared as he took in the magically enhanced, impossibly perfect scent. A river of savage, feral desires flooded into his head; at the forefront of them all: the need to mount. In his lust addled mind, this small white cousin was no different than a tall, proud dragoness.
He hurried his little mate along impatiently, who squealed and moaned each time that long, powerful tongue swept under his tail and dragged against his tender flesh. Skarth was nudged along after each swipe with a solid bump, and in the little haze that built in his head, he was not about to resist.
Soon he found himself outside, pressed against a grey, weathered cart that had become a part of the landscape, it's wheels half sunk into the earth. The dull tone of the faded wood just enhanced the feathers and fur of the new couple, glowing in the evening sun. Raelchek set his nose under Skarth's butt and hefted him right onto the deck.
The young dragon's mind was in such a lust-filled state he naturally flicked his tail straight over his back and arched his butt; his new hole, as well as his tailhole, exposed and puckered.
His mate needed no more invitation than that. He dived forward and went to work with his tongue. It started with just a few, long drags from down between his young mate's legs, up over his ovihole, then up past his bud of a tailhole, still a little loose from his encounter with Thomas. Soon though, the large dragon could not help but focus himself on the source of those wonderful scents. The hot, thick muscle darted forward, tip pressed right in against it. The sensitive flesh parted easily under the strength of the dragon. He pulled it away just as Skarth let out a pleasured moan, wings fluttering.
It was not appearant before, but Realchek's tongue had a rough, bumpy texture, and as it thrust into him again, the small dragon could not help but let out a gutteral moan, and push himself back against it. This only spurned the appendage onward and forward. The large dragon's eyes lit up as he felt that virgin flesh milk at his own. A deep rumble filled the air, in chorus with higher cries.
Skarth planted his feet upon Raelchek's chin, his body forced into a high arch from the intense feeling that rushed into him with every thrust and lick of that mighty muscle.
"Nggg...mmmore!" The small dragon whined as he ground backward.
His mate was more than happy to oblige. Experimentally, one of the manadragon's large forepaws drew up over the rim of the cart, and hovered over Skarth a moment. The image of the broad, furry talon seared into his mind in and instant, and drew an eager mewl from his muzzle. The initial contact of that warm digit, paired with the continued licking sent the smaller dragon's face to the bed, moans muffled by his arms.
The large dragon dipped a dexterous digit as big around as Skarth's wrist into his little lover. He experienced no pain, and the elastic flesh merely parted to allow easy entry. Raelchek soon added another pair of digits to the fray. He eased them forward gently, and stretched him wider than ever.
Skarth saw stars, and his body twitched as the magic of the potion took hold. His hips parted with no more than a powerful, pleasurable, stretching sensation. His breath caught in his throat, his toes curled tightly, and his wings stretched out to his sides, gleaming purple in the light of the sunset.
Realchek rumbled deeply as he sunk his paw forward into the heat of his little dragon. With every fraction those furred talons pushed inside, the pleasure it caused intensified. It was as though the more he was stretched, the better it felt. The moment that thought entered his brain, the prospect of what was to come sent a thrill through him, and gave him his second wind.
He thrust himself back against the invading paw, and suck it into himself up to the wrist. The pressure against his prostate was nearly unbearable, and his body was sent spiraling into orgasm.
The ring put a stop to it right at the base of his shaft; not a drop of his essence escaped.
He whimpered weakly and clenched his eyes shut, his entire body aquiver from the intense waves that pulsed through it with every failed pump of his prostate. It drew out for over half a minute before he even realized what had happened. His vision still hazy, the small manadragon could do no more than take it as Raelchek wiggled and flexed his paw. Each digit moved individually, and stretched his belly out in all directions, visible in shape through the stretched skin.
Soon though, the large, impatient dragon had had enough of foreplay. He had a species to propagate, and a very eager little mate to mount.
Though quick, he drew his broad forepaw back, which forced a grunt and moan from Skarth. The smaller dragon dug his claws into the worn wood beneath him and held himself steady. His entire body shuddered as he was stretched wide around those massive digits, and with a squelch it was free.
The scent in the air was stronger than ever, and the effect of it on the four-legged manadragon was clear. Between his legs, the golden scales that ran the width of his body had developed a deep blush. The color was focused around a formerly hidden slit that had parted slowly over the past several minutes.
The flesh within had a sharp red hue, and as it spread wider his musk filled the air. Small, thick droplets of long pent-up fluids dripped down and splattered to the ground. Quite soon the tip of his shaft pushed free. The head of his shaft had a pair of slits, one on either side, and flared out to a short, wide cone, before tapering back to half it's width. The moment it was free half his shaft sprung forth, up to the bulb that occupied its midpoint. The surface began about the same creamy shade as his belly, but that color shifted to a deeper violet near the base.
His fluids coated the entirety of the emerged length, and made it glisten in the fading light. He stepped forward and drew himself forward. As he rest a broad paw just past the smaller manadragon's head his weight made the old cart creak and groan.
As Raelchek moved, Skarth looked back, and his eyes went wide the instant he spotted that large, engorged member. Already as big around as his leg, it pulsed with its owner's heavy heartbeat.
A deep rumble filled the air as it brushed against the small dragon's thigh, leaving the fur slicked over with fluids. In his lust, Skarth shifted himself on the cart and drew a paw behind him, wrapping it just behind the flared tip. It took every ounce of control the large feral had not to thrust into that delicate touch. His magically enhanced instincts guided his movements, he pulled the tip over, right to his sensitive new hole.
When the two met, the large dragon overhead thrust forward sharply, burying himself right to the belly. A loud moan erupted from Skarth, and he clenched tightly, gripping at the old wood. His entire body tinged with pleasure, and he buried his head in his arms.
Raelchek wasted no time. In moments he drew his hips back, and pounded forward again and again. His slit parted around the swollen medial bulb of his shaft, driving him onward, deeper into his blinding desires to mate. The instant it popped free, his shaft sprung forth to double its length, tapering just as wide as the knot at the base. On the next thrust he rammed the his engorged length home, now meter long, and as big around as Skarth's leg.
He could feel it right up in his chest, and thanks to the enchantment of the potion he was not only unharmed, he was in sheer bliss. The dragon that was hunched over him adjusted himself, one foretalon supporting his weight on the ground, the other clenched right into the wood of the cart, his hindtalons dug into the dirt to aid his thrusts.
Over and over his shaft drove deep into the small dragon, who could do little more than hold on for dear life as he was pounded. That medial bulb popped in and out with every thrust, and Skarth gasped every time, his feathery wings stretched out to either side, fluttering every few moments from the intense sensation.
Pent up for over a year, Raelchek did not last long before he felt his orgasm fast approaching. His forepaw drew in and grasped against Skarth's front to hold him in place as he pounded even faster. His long shaft hardly pulled out now. He only drew back enough that his wide bulb tugged at the perfect hole that was clasped around it, before throwing his weight forward again.
A deep growl filled the air, resonating in the large dragons barreled chest. His quick humping slowed suddenly to just a few heavy thrusts. His shaft swelled larger as the bulb at its center pumped full, nearly doubling in size in just a few moments. A heavy shudder flowed through the massive, furred body. His wings unfurled, and with a heavy twitch of his shaft the floodgates were opened.
Skarth could feel the torrent of cum rumble up the huge shaft within him. The dual slits parted, and the torrent was unleashed. Rather than jets, it surged forth in a pair of constant streams, shooting in two directions within his body for more than a minute before it ebbed. Raelchek thrust forward again, and pumped a long, equally heavy flood into his little mate. The smaller mana's senses were so overwhelmed by it all, he did not notice the swell of his belly until it hit the floor.
Raelchek rumbled deep in his barreled chest, his muscles finally relaxing. The flow from his shaft ebbed off just as his little mate's belly had grown to the point that his knees left the bed of the cart. The huge dragon curved his head in to Skarth's face, and used just the tip of his tongue to lick over his muzzle, who laughed giddily and licked back.
After a few more minutes his medial knot relaxed and shrank, so he pulled his hips back gently. As that long, heavy shaft pulled free, the walls around it clenched to its surface perfectly, so when the bulbous tip popped out, only a small spurt escaped; the rest was held in check.
Thomas stepped over from his nearby vantage point, setting a paw on Skarth's foot. "How are you feeling?" The only response he got was a pleasured murr from the stretched dragon. "Good good. I imagine you'll want a bit of rest after that performance. Raelchek leaned into the fox and gave him a nuzzle with one side of his head, before he moved on to nuzzle his little mate with the other side, all the while almost cooing.
"Hun, if you could carry him inside, I can close the door for the night," Vulp said as he pet over the dragon's broad, furred cheek. As the last of the long shaft snaked back into the dragon's body, he scooped Skarth into a forelimb, tucked to his warm chest, and carried him to the back of the room carefully, where Thomas had set up bedding. He settled the smaller Manadragon to the floor.
It took until then for the orgasmic stupor he had been in to fade enough to take account for what was around him. Skarth was sprawled on his side, belly swelled out, supporting the weight of all that thick cum inside. The constant stretch of being so filled left him in a haze for a great while, so he did not realize he had fallen asleep until the morning. In the night Raelchek had wrapped around him on one side, his broad, feathered wing over Skarth's form, so he was nice and warm for the whole night.
As he opened his eyes, and he remebered where he was, a grin erupted onto his face. His gaze darted down to his belly. While still quite swollen, it had gone down by a fair bit, enough that he could wrap his arms around either side, and just have his fingers touch. Thomas had fallen asleep just beside him, nestled in the warm fluff at the crux of the large dragon's neck and shoulder.
"Ah, good good. glad to see you've woken up!" The fox slipped a bare footpaw over and pet his toes under Skarth's chin. "I took the liberty of working over the last of the spells a couple hours ago. Now, if my scry is right, you should have about a four egg clutch." The mana's face lit up at the prospect. He was already well aware that developed Manadragon eggs were each the size of a large watermelon. "Here, let me show you."
Skarth perked at the prospect and leaned toward Thomas, who had already weaved the spell between his fingers to make a lens. The fox held it between the dragon's face and belly so that he could see. "You see the four spheres? Those are the eggs!"
The dragon quirked. "Which four?" He saw at least eight inside. Thomas looked through soon after. "Huh..." the fox scratched his head, "could have sworn it was four. Well, looks like a bigger clutch than I thought! Not a problem?" The blissful look on Skarth's face was answer enough.
The little dragon pet over his belly as he lay back against the warm, furred side of Raelchek behind him. The huge creature moved little for hours, just curled against his little mate, seeming asleep.
The eggs within floated freely in Skarth's cum-bloated belly. Though there were eight, they had not grown large enough to fill out the space within him, so the thick leathery shells clunked around gently as he moved about. As they continued to grow there were dramatic little shifts when one slid past another and settled in a new position. The dragon felt each impact and shift as a little jolt of pleasure, not unlike a little massage, from the inside.
By midday the eggs had swollen to fill out all the space the cum had occupied. While they developed, they had absorbed most of the leftover cream around them. Soon Skarth saw the individual swells of each shell all over his belly, some even poked out at his sides, and the pressure of them was starting to have an effect on his body. Arousal trickled into his mind slowly, so he did not even notice he had grown hard.
"Mr. Vulp!" Skarth cried out toward the kitchen where the fox had run off, "how soon will I get to lay these?" He grunted as his shaft poked up against the form of an egg, and jostled them within his swelled belly once again.
Moments later the vulpine returned with a tray of sandwiches. "In just a couple of hours, I should think." Skarth's eyes went wide, his jaw skackening, even as his shaft pulsed in a cleft formed by two eggs. "The development is accelerated quite a lot. At this stage they should be growing quite rapidly."
He was right. As he focused on it, Skarth realized he actually felt the slow, but constant swell of the eggs within him. The pleasure they caused blurred together, and soon lulled the dragon into a slight sexual daze. His breath moved the mounds back and forth slowly, but constantly, and that rhythmic motion of his own eggs over his shaft pushed him ever onward. His position, and swollen belly may have left him unable to reach with a forepaw, but that certainly was not about to stop him enjoying this.
The metal band around the smaller dragon's shaft made its presence known as the pressure inside Skarth's prostate kept growing. At first he thought it was just the eggs, but when he remembered the extra accessory, he let out a little whine. With that in place, he had no way to vent his frustrations.
The pressure built. Then all at once, there was another dramatic shift of the eggs within his belly. His stomach bulged outward another few inches in just a moment, and the mounds shifted farther still. The elastic scale folded down over his hard shaft, an egg on either side, pressed into it tightly. With all the added stimulation there was little chance of his going soft for a while.
Skarth groaned softly and slid forward on his butt to lay on his back, then looked toward the fox. The man had stopped in mid-bite as he noticed the sudden plumping. "That... shouldn't happen?" His ears quirked to either side as he set down the tray.
"What?" The dragon looked to the fox with concern, even as his prostate flexed around the pent-up liquid within it.
Thomas set down the tray and rewove the spell to see the eggs. In moments threads sprange from each finger to all the others and his jaw and eyes went wide. "Uh oh."
Skarth's expression soon matched the fox's. "'Uh oh?' What do you mean 'uh oh?'"
"There's ah... twelve eggs in there... now." A look of confusion spread on Skarth's face.
"I thought it was..." Thomas cut him of, "eight, it was, I checked. There's twelve now. There seem to be more somehow developing... spontaneously." He shook his head, "the book didn't say anything about this."
Skarth's concern only grew.
"No no, don't worry. I can fix this! The eggs will start to be ready to lay in about... one hour. We just have to wait until then," he started talking almost more to himself, "induce laying, and then cancel out the enchantments! That should set things straight!" The wizard scooped up a sandwich and held it out for the manadragon. "Turkey?"
The last hour was more dramatic than any other. It seemed as though the bigger the eggs got, the faster they grew. In the last half hour Skarth watched in rapt fascination as he saw their development. Every single mound expanded before his eyes, and the pressure they created inside of him sent him swooning. His body tingled constantly, and he felt more full than he ever had before.
By the time the dozen watermelon-sized eggs filled out to their final size, Skarth's belly was swollen beyond what was possible without the assistance of magic. Each shell stretched his scales thin in all directions, from just into his chest, to a wide-stretched stomach, the last of it rest on his lap.
The stretch of it all left him cross-eyed and short of breath. One egg had wedged itself down his oviduct, and the tip of the stark-white, leathery egg pushed out just enough to be seen.
Skarth moaned out after a sharp contraction swept through his abdomen, all the muscled flexed to their limits for a few moments. "Nnnng... It's time!"
"Hmm, maybe we should have had you on your front. Think you would be able to roll over?" Skarth hardly registered the question, and even when he did, he gave little more response than a grunt and a little glare. "And Raelchek is out cold... Ok, I'm going to roll you over onto your side. It should make it so you can lay."
Another contraction slammed into the dragon, who let out a sharp groan. "Hurry!"
The fox wove another spell. With its final motions he drew his clawtips from his shoulders down to meet each other. Waves of shimmering blue flecks formed a tiny barrier just over his fur. "Now, this will feel a little weird." No sooner than he spoke, he hooked his paws against Skarth's lumpy side and gave him a slow, gentle push. For an instant he felt vertigo, then he was on his side. The eggs within him all shifted around and resettled, and every single movement and impact resonated through the pair that stayed pressed around his sealed cock.
Thomas wrapped a paw around Skarth's ankle, then pulled it up a ways, enough to give the eggs plenty of room to pass from within him. A feeling of weightlessness filled his leg all the way to the hip, so though the position was a little awkward, it was oddly comfortable.
His mind was snapped back to the matters at hand with the next, much longer contraction. He let out a long, sharp moan as his ovihole stretched wide around the egg, while his body did everything in its power to push it free. With another grunt and push the shell pushed free just enough that the tip of it had made its way into the open. The surface was shiny and slick with fluids, which dripped and oozed out around it.
Skarth closed his eyes and gathered himself, even as tingly ripples of pleasure arced through his form. He drew the best breath he could manage, then bore down hard. The egg seemed not to move at first, though slowly but surely he made progress. Tiny but by tiny bit it slid free, up to its midpoint. He savored the incredible feeling of being opened so wide, the large egg just balanced.
Another contraction hit him then, and forced the egg from inside him, where the fox was quick to catch it in both paws, the ooze coating them slicked all over the vulpine's paws. "One down, keep going!"
The intense scent in the air soon caught Raelchek's nose. He sniffed at the air a few times, then opened his eyes to the site of an egg sliding from his little mate. He knew their growth was to be accelerated, but he did not realize the degree. He shifted a forepaw to bear his weight, then craned his head around and nudged Thomas out of the way. The fox yipped then relented and stepped to the side, where he sat the egg in against the large, warm dragon.
The shell of the next egg soon appeared behind the first, and now that he had been stretched once, this one made its way out rather easier than the first. It inched its way forward. Raelchek's hot breath washed back and forth over the sensitive skin around the egg, and soon the large dragon could not help himself but snake his broad tongue out, and lap around the emerging ovum. With the next contraction it was pushed right past its widest point all at once, where it was caught delicately in Raelchek's muzzle. Once he set it down, he returned to Skarth's ovihole, ready to catch the next.
The process repeated itself three more times, with each egg slipping free slightly quicker than the last. Another contraction hit him, but try as he might, the next one would not fall into place. His large mate saw his distress, and slipped forward. His thick, powerful tongue darted inside, and licked around the trio of eggs that had wedged themselves against one another. With a last little push, they all fell into place.
The friction and stretching, combined with the fact that he was actually laying eggs had long since sent Skarth into a lustful haze. His breath rapid, both from birthing, and from just how worked up he had become. His paws pet over his belly, and he was amazed at how much it shrank over the last half hour of laying.
"Okay, just... three more," Thomas remarked as he peered through his scry-circle at the red orbs within Skarth's belly.
Just then Skarth gasped and Thomas' eyes went wide. The familiar jolt from earlier jumped through his belly. Another egg had formed quite suddenly. "Eek! Push, push! You need to lay the last of them so I can nullify the spells!"
The little dragon groaned at the order, but did as he was told. With a well practiced series of pushes he managed the last four eggs with little issue. It was just a couple hours after noon, less than a day since he had been mounted, and already he had lain a healthy clutch of twelve. The wizard let off the spell that held the dragon's leg, and helped him to sit up, his back against Raelchek.
"Okay, now hold still, I just need to cast the disenchant." He interlaced his fingers and twitched his tail in a peculiar way. Purple energy arced through the fur of the brush from the tip, down to the base, where it shot up between his awaiting paws, and at Skarth's belly. The purple energy evaporated into him, and sent odd tingles through him. He felt a rather sharp and sudden pinch between his legs. "Okay, that's it! Now, I trust you'll stay around to help tend to the little ones?"
Skarth's paw slew between his legs, to the former site of his ovihole. The spot behind his balls had gone back to its former, smooth nature. "Feel like I'm going to miss that..." His eyes caught the glimmer of the silver band around his shaft. He reached for it, but no matter how he pulled at it, the thing would not move.
"Ah, sorry about that. Here, let me." Thomas reached toward it, just as Skarth let out a sharp cry, and went rigid. Slowly his eyes went wide.
"Umm... you said you stopped everything?" A little whimper nibbled at the back of his words, his eyes locked with his friend's.
"Yes?" The fox froze and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I... just felt another egg." The dragon's paw settled against his stomach. Slowly the two of them looked down at his belly. Sure enough, a pair of mounds was visible under the soft scale.
"Ummm... that wasn't supposed to happen. Quick, let's get you inside. Rael, we'll be in the guest bedroom." Thomas helped Skarth to his feet and back to the room he had napped in the previous day. As before, the sun poured in through the window, and kept the room warm and cozy. Skarth took a seat on the bed as the fox rushed over to the window. He slid it open and stepped back as the dragon slipped his head just inside to watch the goings on.
The wizard walked back over, and began to pace. "Okay okay okay ... gotta fox this ... er fix this." He weaved another quick spell, and peered into his hands, where the image of pages flew by at rapid speed. "Da da da... growth will be fast... yadda yadda... Disenchant afterward... flip... Oh..." His expression drooped.
"OH?" Skarth's question was accented by the eggs in his belly dividing once again, once again there were four eggs in his body, each the size of a large grapefruit, and still growing. This time with nowhere to go. Their only exit had been sealed.
"I think I can fix this, just... wait right here." He dashed toward the door.
"You think!?" Skarth called after him as he disappeared down the hallway to his lab. "Hurry!" In his haste, Thomas had never removed the ring from the dragon's shaft, and the lust that had built in his body before returned full force. His length flexed and twitched up against his growing belly.
The eggs seemed to grow even faster than the last lot, and soon there were a set of eight within his belly that were already half the size of the last lot. As they grew, he rolled onto his belly.
Rather soon nearly all his weight was supported by the strong ovum. while his arms and legs hung rather uselessly over the sides of his lumpy form. A giddy little smile spread on Skarth's face.
This was going to be a fun time.
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