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The street was full of the bustle of a city in the afternoon. Voske, a large red dragon with silvery markings, patiently waited in the press of people, most of them smaller two-leggers. He had to move carefully lest he knock one into the street or bowl them over. They were so light and weak most of the time; even the slightest movement could send them flying. He lived in a quieter neighbourhood, but sometimes the dragon came to the city proper to visit friends or buy essentials. In fact, he was just coming back from a 'friend'.

A small chuckle left the dragon's muzzle as he though back to the visit. His friend, a smaller bronze dragon, had greeted him at the door with a raised tail and an erect cock, both of which Voske had had a lot of fun with. He chuckled again as he pictured them, then blushed, looking around. Arousal was not really an emotion to feel in public, especially when he was a feral that didn't wear clothes. Wandering around the city with an erect cock was not something smiled upon by civilised society.

The bustle in the streets slowly died away as he moved from the busier areas of the city, going back towards his home. The buildings grew smaller, eventually replaced with houses and apartment complexes. Whistling to himself, Voske turned onto his own street, which was deserted. He had just reached the dragon-apartments in which he lived when there was a voice from a little alley beside his home.

"Hey there, handsome!" the voice said. Voske turned to see a small, slim dragoness emerge from the alley. She came out, tail swaying back and forth in what was clearly meant to be an entrancing manner.

Voske sighed, turning to face her. "No," he said curtly. "For the last time, for the thousandth time, NO!"

The smile on the dragoness's face fell a little. "Aw, come on," she said. "It's not like I'm asking that much. Just a few minutes, a little cum..." She suddenly spun around, raising her tail in the middle of the street. Voske jerked a little, looking around embarrassedly. The dragoness was baring her sex to the world, her lower lips already red and a little wet.

"Hey, what's the idea?" Voske hissed, backing away from her. "Put your tail down!"

"Come on," the dragoness said, wiggling her rump.

Voske shook his head. This dragoness had been harassing him for the past couple of months. She had been calling, emailing, even meeting him on the street a few times. This was the first time that she'd ever come to his home though and he was a little alarmed she knew where it was. For some reason, she was enamoured with Voske, especially his scales and colouring. Mietha-- that was her name-- wanted him to breed her to spread his genes and she was being quite persistent about it.

"Mietha, no," he growled, a little more forcefully. The dragoness stood, turning to face him again with a disappointed expression.

"What do I have to do?" she said with a small whine. "All I want is to make sure that your amazing scales continue to exist after you're gone!" She looked at him, wide eyed, staring at the whorls and waves of metallic colour across the sunset shade of his scales.

Normally, Voske was extremely proud of said scales, and took very good care of them, but he let out an exasperated sigh. "Grow a cock and balls," he said, unlocking the door to his apartment. "Until then, I'm not interested. I don't like dragonesses, understand?"

"Can't you make an exception?!" she said, leaning around as he closed the door firmly, making sure to lock it in front of her.

"No!" He turned his tail on her, walking out of sight quickly. Voske walked to his front door, one hall away, unlocking and then locking that one again. He didn't think that the small dragoness would be dangerous, not really, but she was persistent, weirdly so. He sighed again, beginning to amble around his home, yawning a little as he did. It had been a busy day, after all. Maybe a meal, a quick shower, and then an early night to bed. "Yes," Voske murmured to himself, with another wide yawn.

The dragon's apartment was large, as was required for a dragon, and consequently only had one room with a bathroom attached. The main room held the kitchen, a TV, some storage, and a cushioned depression in a corner for him to sleep in. Taking a spiced steak from his refrigerator, Voske slapped it onto a pan, placing that onto the stove. "Too bad I can't breathe fire," he said ruefully to the empty room. That really would make all of this easier.

The sizzle and scent of cooking meat filled the apartment, Voske inhaling it with a 'mmmm' of anticipation. He flicked on the television a moment later, the sound of a popular sitcom filling the room along with canned laughter. He flipped the steak off onto a plate, lifting it easily in two claws without regard for the heat. Tearing a large chunk from it, he began to eat, eyes locked onto the TV as he chuckled at the show. Looking intently at it, he didn't see a shadow pass by one of the windows.

The steak didn't last long before a hungry dragon and Voske was yawning again a minute later. He considered staying up a little later to watch the TV but another, jaw-popping yawn dissuaded him of that and the dragon disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door. The sounds of falling water, like white noise, blanketed his home, blanketing out every other sound. Sounds, for example, the latch on one of the large windows opening. The shadow that had been outside slipped inside, padding gently across the carpeted floor to curl up in the corner where Voske slept.

In the bathroom, Voske luxuriated in the steaming shower, the water streaming over his scales. He preened a little in there, unable to help it before shutting off the water. A long blow of air dried his scales a second later and a soft towel did the rest, before he returned. A long night's rest would be great, and then in the morning perhaps he'd invite the friend over from this morning, continue the fun at his home. There was a smile on his face as he thought back to the dragon.

He froze as he saw Mietha sitting in the depression in the corner, her nose to the padding as she inhaled his scent. Voske's jaw dropped open in surprise and shock, the dragon too stunned to speak at once. Mietha looked up and smiled widely. "Hey there," she said sweetly. She was laying on her side and as Voske watched, she raised her hind leg, tickling at her sex with the tip of her tail.

"What--what--what are you doing in here?" Voske stammered, beginning to snarl. This was way, way too far! "Get out!" he hissed.

"Oh, I will," Mietha said, "but you'll be coming too." There was a box by her side and she pressed on the top with her paw. There was a hiss from the container and something flew out, powered by compressed air. The object jumped across the room faster than Voske could react, a sharp sting appearing in his chest. He gasped, looking down to see a silvery dart, the tip having broken through the scales there. A feeling of numbness was spreading out from the point.

"You shot me," he said, shocked. The numbness reached his legs and Voske stumbled, falling onto his side. Suddenly, lifting his head felt impossible; it was far too heavy for that. Getting a little hard...to think.

Mietha's concerned face appeared above him, fuzzy darkness blocking out the edges of his sight. "I'm so sorry!" she said, the words sounding very sincere. "I'm so sorry I broke your scales, but this was the only way I could think of to get you to be with me."

She leaned in closer and Voske moved a paw, trying to shove her away, but it felt like he was trapped in concrete and his limb barely twitched.

"Don't worry, Voske," Mietha said, nuzzling the side of his face. "It'll be okay when you wake up..." Voske blinked but opening his eyes again afterwards seemed impossible, the dragon slumping a moment later as he was forced into unconsciousness.

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Voske groaned quietly. He had a pounding headache and clumsily moved a paw to rub at his head. As he did so, there was a loud jangling noise that made the pain in his skull stab and throb harder. That sent a well of confusion through him, but his thoughts were sluggish. Whatever made me feel like this, I'm never doing it again, he thought. What was it? Did I go drinking? Wait, no, that wasn't it. Mietha shot me with that dart...!

At the thought, the memories came rushing to the dragon and he opened his eyes with a yelp, another yelp following as the act of looking around brought a fresh wave of pain through his head. Voske persevered, scanning his surroundings blearily. He was in a concrete room, with no windows and only one door at the opposite end. That was heavy, reinforced steel, with a sliding window that would allow someone to peer in. The dragon was laying on a small, improvised nest of pillows, cushioning and insulating his body from the cold concrete. A trough of water was opposite him, filled to the brim.

"Where am I?" he groaned, moving again. The rattling, clinking jangle sounded again and he looked down at his paw, head clearing slowly. "What the fuck?" There was a manacle, padded with leather on the inside, wrapped around the wrist of one of his forelegs. His eyes slowly followed the links of a thick chain that led from the cuff, coiling and running across the pillows and then the floor to a point on the wall where it was bolted to a peg.

Voske froze for a few seconds, then leapt to his feet, the chain clinking and running across the floor as he backed away. The chain snapped taut; it was just long enough for him reach the trough, but not enough to reach the door. "Mietha!" he roared, as loudly as he could. The volume was such that the water in the trough trembled slightly, the roar echoing back at him and making him wince. "Mietha!" he yelled, again, a little quieter.

There was a clang from the door and it squealed opened, swinging inwards on its hinges and revealing the diminutive dragoness. "Oh, good!" Mietha said enthusiastically. "You're awake; I've been waiting for ages." She smiled at him, ducking her head as if shy. "I thought that you'd make a bit of a racket."

"Release me!" Voske snarled, yanking hard on the chain. It snapped taut but no damage was done to it or the wall.

"Oh, I can't do that," Mietha said, eyes wide. "Not until I've laid at least a few clutches of eggs, and it would be best to try and get your genes out as far and wide as possible."

"Wait...what?" Voske said, blinking in confusion. "A--a clutch?"

"At least four," Mietha said, nodding thoughtfully. "Plus, I spent quite a lot on stuff for you, like that." She pointed at the chain. "That was very expensive."

That seemed a little odd to Voske and he leaned down, looking more closely at the links, heart sinking. Tiny little symbols were etched into the metal, dozens on each link, adding up to thousands for the whole chain. If it really was magical, it was worth a small fortune. "What the fuck?" he whispered, feeling a little numb. Just how far had Mietha gone?

"There's also a few other things," Mietha said eagerly. "Lots for us to use!"

Voske snapped, leaping at Mietha from across the room, claws outstretched. The chain snapped taut just before he could reach her though, doing so with enough force to flip him over in the air. He landed on his back, the air bursting from his lungs. "Careful!" Mietha's concerned voice said. Voske looked up, seeing her leaning in the doorway, still out of reach, if only just. "Hang on, I'll make sure you're okay."

Come in here, and you won't leave, Voske thought savagely, but he wasn't able to speak it, still trying to gasp in air. He twisted around, the chain coming into his field of view. The links were beginning to glow brightly and then they lashed through the air, dragging Voske back against the wall. The dragon let out a wheezing yelp, able to breathe again but rapidly losing the ability to move. The chain was slinking, coiling around his limbs. Voske's forelegs were bound tightly to his chest by the chain, his hind legs following a moment later. Wherever the chains touched, his limbs lost their strength. The metal links dragged him back until Voske's back was against the wall, the dragon completely immobilised.

Now that it was safe, Mietha entered the room, revealing a bag swinging from the end of her tail. The dragoness kept away from Voske's jaws which was a smart move. The first thing that he tried to do was bite her, teeth snapping shut far from her scales unfortunately. "Aw, don't be like that," she said, tail swinging around so she could open the bag. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you," she assured him. "And now, to make sure that nothing bad happens to me..."

She pulled a metal muzzle from the bag, holding it up in front of him. "Now, just hold still..."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Voske growled, his eyes following the muzzle as Mietha lifted it. He kept his jaws wide in a snarl, preventing the dragoness from sliding the muzzle onto him.

"Come on," Mietha cajoled, her tail slipping forwards and coiling around the base of Voske's skull. She used that as an anchor to hold his head still. The dragon snapped at her, Mietha concentrating as she brought the metal muzzle closer to his jaws. "Close your mouth," she cooed.

Her tail was cutting off Voske's air, wrapped tightly around his throat. He tried to keep his mouth open, preventing her from putting on the muzzle, but he began to slump, lungs burning. Just before he passed out again, his jaws closed and Mietha deftly slipped the muzzle onto his face. A couple of magical runes on the metal glowed and it tightened, sealing his jaws together and preventing him from speaking or biting.

At once, Mietha's tail left his neck, Voske gratefully gasping in air through his nose. He tried to open his mouth, straining his jaws but they were securely trapped now. "There we go," Mietha cooed, moving forwards and nuzzling at his face now that it was safe. Voske growled but he was completely helpless: no teeth, no claws, and no way for him to push Mietha away.

The dragoness had a big smile on her face, the bag still between her forelegs. "I just wanted to say," she gushed excitedly, "that I can't believe I have you here right now. But, there are some things that we need to do before we can get to spreading your scales around as much as we can." From the bag, she withdrew a jar, placing it open at her feet. "This is very special, with quite a number of properties that will be useful today."

She lay on her side, once again presenting her sex towards Voske. The dragon growled, looking away, but glancing back out of morbid curiosity. Mietha dipped her claw into the jar, bringing it out slathered in a clear gel. She brought her paw quickly to her sex, rubbing the stuff into her slit. Voske snorted at the rather acrid smell of whatever was in the jar, but unable to stop watching, he saw the dragoness put another dose onto her sex.

Mietha gasped quietly. "Ooh, that feels nice," she breathed. In spite of himself, he twisted his head to watch her spread her folds, the gel getting rubbed into her flesh. A small puff of shock left his nose as her folds suddenly began to swell, growing plumper as he watched. Her sex grew larger, clit becoming swollen and visible at the top. Mietha began to moan as she rubbed at herself, her claws becoming slick with arousal instead of whatever was in the jar. Her sex continued to grow until it looked obscenely large, far too big for her small frame.

As a small trickle of her juices ran down her belly to the floor, Voske became aware of a sweet, heady scent on the air. He blanched, body flexing weakly in the chains as he recognised it as a dragoness's heat scent. Mietha's changed smell quickly filled the small room until Voske couldn't help but breathe it deeply each and every time, and it was having a rather predictable effect on the male. Voske didn't like dragonesses, he never had, but the scent of a female in heat spoke to a much deeper, primal part of him. He went a little cross-eyed as he watched her finally withdraw her paw from her pussy, smiling slyly at him. The space beneath her tail was now dominated by her lewdly enlarged sex, fit for a hyper.

"Just a little something to make it easier to carry your eggs," she said, getting back to her feet, tail kept high. "I'm in heat now, and hyper-fertile to boot, so we should have no trouble, especially when we modify you as well."

Voske's eyes widened at that and Mietha giggled, wiping her slick paw right below Voske's nose. He snorted as he got an even stronger smell of her sex, the pheromones getting to him. "Now for the fun part," Mietha said, licking the side of his face before turning. For a moment, her sex hovered over Voske's head, giving him a good long look before she padded down his body to his sheath and balls. Her tail dragged the jar with her, but Voske was distracted as she nuzzled at him, the dragon intaking breath sharply.

The pheromones already had his tip poking free of his sheath. As Voske raised his head, Mietha twisted, allowing him to see as her tongue flicked out, lapping at the bit of his cock that was visible, making the dragon jerk and moan. His shaft began to grow more quickly, slipping free until his cock was throbbing gently in the air. There was a half-inflated knot at his base as well, thicker than the rest of his length. Mietha shivered, staring at it avidly. "I've been waiting for a long time," she said, staring at his cock, licking her lips. She gave her head a little shake, reaching for the jar instead.

"Nnnn," Voske moaned muffledly, shaking his head as she withdrew a claw covered in the gel. She moved it quickly to his balls, rubbing it into the orbs with quick, fondling movements. Voske looked down as heat blossomed in his balls, warmth and a kind of pins-and-needles feeling sinking through the area. Slowly, as they watched, his testicles began to grow, swelling as the magic got to work. A loud groan made it past the muzzle as he bucked at the air weakly, Mietha continuing to rub the magical substance into his orbs. The scent of heat was bad enough, but Voske's balls suddenly felt like they were churning with seed, swelling even larger. Soon they too were fit for a hyper, but they also made the dragon's need double, the urge to cum and empty them rapidly becoming a priority.

"Ooh," Mietha said, hefting orbs with a paw. "Heavy!" She nuzzled the orbs firmly, giving them a lick. "I bet they feel full, hmm? But we're not done quite yet." Her tongue curled around her finger, licking a couple of times, before slipping it down. Voske jerked as it pressed against his tailhole, slipping inside him as the dragon gave a small moan. "There!" she said, pressing against a sensitive point inside Voske, making the dragon arch weakly, a bead of precum rolling down his shaft. "The prostate!" Mietha said delightedly, withdrawing her digit and the collecting more of the magical substance. "We need to enlarge that as well, to further increase the amount of cum you make." Her paw returned, pushing into Voske's ass and then rubbing the gel into his prostate.

The dragon huffed and groaned as that part of him began to grow too. The warmth of the change made him buck upwards, more pre running down his shaft as his prostate was prodded and rubbed by Mietha. "There we go," she said, withdrawing her finger and patting his balls gently with her paw. "Ooh, look, you can see it!"

There was a small bulge visible, just below Voske's balls, pressing up through his flesh. There was another moan as Mietha pressed down on it, another small trickle of pre-cum running down Voske's cock. Mietha lapped it up with a small 'Mmm', the act making Voske moan and thrust once again. His balls felt achingly full and heavy, and his prostate was almost as bad. Meanwhile, his cock throbbed, aching on its own as it pulsed gently.

Mietha was staring at it, her breathing quite heavy. Voske was suddenly reminded that she had put herself into a powerful heat; she was more than a little aroused herself. "No," she murmured, seemingly to herself. "Wait for him...get more cum..." She sat off to one side, tail flicking restlessly around her as the dragoness surreptitiously rocked her hips against the ground, eyes fixed on the dragonhood in front of her.

For his part, every second seemed to drag on for an hour for Voske. His balls and prostate seemed to fill and grow heavier and heavier, aching powerfully. He whined through his nose as his balls swelled still further. He looked imploringly to Mietha, wishing for her to do anything to relieve the pressure building inside him.

Eventually Mietha broke. "Can't wait any longer!" she said, panting. The dragoness pounced onto Voske, making him grunt as the smaller female perched on top of him. "Ready?" she said, smiling widely and licking at his jaw before backing down him, tail curled over her back. Voske squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as Mietha's heated pussy ground against him, the wet, hot, softness enveloping his tip. He shuddered, wanting relief if not wanting it from her.

Mietha wasn't giving Voske any choice though. A long, muffled moan left the dragon, mixing with one from her as the head of his cock found her entrance, his length sliding into her. Even with her heat and slickness, it was difficult; Mietha was much smaller than he was, her walls stretching tightly around his girth. The dragoness panted, eyes closed as she began to rock her hips, taking more and more of his cock a little bit at a time. "Nnnngg," she panted, nuzzling and licking at Voske's scales. "I've wanted to feel this since I saw you..."

Voske ignored her, the feeling of the tightness moving down his cock with agonising slowness. "So big..." Mietha moaned again. Her heat-swollen lips touched his knot at the same time that his tip pressed against Mietha's cervix, his cock filling her completely. Mietha relaxed, a ripple running along Voske's shaft as her pussy clenched down. "Isn't this nice?" she purred, squeezing his cock again, adjusting to his size. "Good practice for when it's time for the eggs," she said with a smile.

The dragon groaned again, trying to thrust up into her but restricted by the chain. His balls and prostate were churning with cum that he was desperate to spill. He shuddered as Mietha shifted on him, then moaned as she began to rise again, leaving his flesh wet and glistening with her arousal. Mietha put her paws on Voske's chest, beginning to hump back onto him. She let out a loud moan, speeding up as she fucked herself on the bound dragon.

Both dragons made sounds of pleasure as Mietha took his cock over and over, speeding up as the need of her heat took control. The dragoness wouldn't stop until she was filled with seed and properly bred. Giving in to the feeling of the tight sex around his dragonhood, Voske did his best to thrust into her. His knot was almost completely swollen, pounding against Mietha's folds at the bottom of every one of her thrusts.

The dragoness grew more and more frenzied, throwing herself down with more force. Voske's knot began to force itself inside her, spreading Mietha even wider. Deep inside her, his tip began to prise open her cervix to make room. Mietha huffed but didn't stop; she readied herself, then slammed her hips down for the final time. Her pussy bulged around the widest part of Voske's knot then it popped inside, inflating a little more to lock it inside the dragoness. At the same time, Mietha's cervix was forced wide around the pointed tip of his length, letting Mietha feel it acutely when his shaft pulsed powerfully.

The moment that his knot sunk into the dragoness, Voske tensed, arching as far into Mietha as he could. His balls drew up close to his body and the first wave of cum shot straight into Mietha's womb. The orgasm was the most powerful of his life, the relief of having his swollen balls empty only heightening the pleasure. As the first wave of cum hit her, Mietha arched as well, tugging on the knot locking her to Voske as she howled, her sex seizing and clenching around the dragon's length, milking him powerfully. Her body drew as much cum from Voske as he had to give, pumped directly into her egg chamber until it overflowed. His knot kept every drop locked inside her, none of it allowed to escape. The dragon's sack loosened as he lost his seed, feeling blissfully empty and drained.

When Mietha finally collapsed onto him, panting and shuddering, her belly was noticeably swollen with his cum, and small spurts were still adding to it. Voske gasped in air through his nose, making small whistling sounds. Mietha smiled tiredly, licking him lovingly again. "That was amazing," she murmured. "I can feel all of your cum inside...so, so much of it. We're going to have such a lovely clutch..."

Voske slumped beneath her, defeated, even as he slowly added to the flood of cum inside his captor. They remained tied for almost half an hour, Mietha whispering and murmuring professions of love for most of it. When his knot was small enough, Mietha tugged upwards, Voske's cock popping free. A small flood of warm cum flowed over Voske as she stood. "Don't worry, my love," she crooned, nuzzling against the side of his face. "I'll take care of you, and our children will make sure your scales never disappear from the world..."

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Voske padded back and forth across his little room, the chain clinking as he did so. Small whines and whimpers escaped his jaws, still clamped tightly shut with the muzzle; Mietha only took it off when he was to eat. It was loosened enough for him to drink, but still not speak. He paced, trying to distract himself but failing.

With a loud moan of discomfort, Voske slumped onto his side, looking between his hind legs with a quiet desperation. His balls were at least a time and a half larger than when Mietha had enlarged them with magic. The reason for that was the metal cage that was locked around his sheath, a steel ring anchoring it in place around the base of his balls. With a small whimper, he pawed at it for what felt like the thousandth time but it was too tight for him to do more than slip the tip of a claw beneath the steel.

His balls were churning and aching, so sensitive that the slightest touch made him whimper. His prostate was much the same, a dull throb emanating from it. Drips of pre ran constantly from the slit at the end of his chastity cage and his sack was taut around his testicles, stuffed and unable to stretch any further. He whined, curling up tighter and poking the cage with his nose. Searching for a weakness was something he did multiple times a day, but he hadn't found anything yet. There was only one way to tell how much time had passed. Well, two. One was how full his balls were getting. The other...

There was a clang from the door. Resigned and expectant, Voske didn't resist as the chain coiled around him again, immobilising him and dragging him to the wall. The door opened a moment later, Mietha waddling in. She was the only other way he had of telling time; her belly had swollen by an amazing amount, what seemed to be a huge clutch resting in her belly. The growth of the eggs told him that quite a while had passed but he wasn't sure how long specifically.

"Hello, my love," Mietha cooed, walking over and giving him her customary nuzzle, licking at the side of his face. "How are you doing?"

Voske whined, humping his chaste cock towards her. Mietha sighed. "I know, love," she cooed, moving down to nose against the warm metal. "I know you haven't cum since that first day, and you must be very desperate, with how full your balls are." She kissed the cage, and then each of his balls a moment later. Even that light touch made him groan and whimper. "But your seed is too precious," she cooed. "We can't waste a single drop! When I lay these eggs, I'll put myself back into heat and you can breed me again. Until then, we can't waste any of your cum."

"Nnnnn!" Voske whined.

Mietha smiled. "Won't be too long now. Just look at me. Now, for our special time." The heavily gravid dragoness grunted, slowly and carefully kneeling and then rolling on her side. She wriggled until her frame, still smaller than Voske even while heavily pregnant, was pressed against the bound dragon, the dragoness snuggling against him. He groaned as her tail began to stroke over his balls and prostate, the dragoness giggling as she tortured him, the chastity cage seeming to grow tighter as his shaft tried to harden. She said this was to encourage him to make more seed, but it seemed she just enjoyed his squirms and whines.

"I'm so glad we met," Mietha purred.