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Officially selecting a new queen was an arduous process. The previous one had effectively selected herself, and so circumvented the entire process, but after seeing what happened to her, none of the nobles felt particularly eager to try. They were smart to do so, given that Caizoth and Vaine were both on high alert, as it were, expecting more attempts to replace them. For a few months, the green drake ruled alone as king; while he was expected to sire a whelp with nobility eventually, there was no particular timeframe specified in the laws.

Vaine's transformation was progressing with each mating. One night, Cai was on top of her, pounding into her now rather capacious body, when she suddenly sprouted wings. It wasn't a gradual transformation, nor was it painful; rather, just as the drake throbbed and inseminated her with that first, thick spurt of cum and she reached her peak as a result, those orgasmic sensations seemed to erupt from her back instead. She went into convulsions and from her shoulderblades, a pair of black wings unfurled. Cai felt an odd, warm sense of pride when the realization of what was happening finally got through the intense climax, each twitch of his maleness in the vixen's drenched nethers accompanied by a jolt of satisfaction at how his beloved mate was changing. Vaine herself embraced those sensations as well, her new wings instinctively beating with each contraction of her velvety tunnel around that shaft working so hard with breeding her once more.

In the afterglow, she stretched them, her muscles burning with the most pleasurable of sensations. They'd be too weak to actually allow flight, she realized, though perhaps that'd change with time. For now, she simply laid there, trying them out even as Cai finished pumping the last of his virile seed into her depths, and she couldn't quite decide if she liked being pregnant or having wings more; there was something utterly erotic and yet life-affirming about both, changing to better please her mate. Either by becoming more and more draconic as the months went by, or by allowing him to make her belly swell with eggs. The one thing she didn't quite know was how to take care of their offspring, but being part of the king's harem, she wasn't expected to. Rather, they had caretakers who handled the whelps for them. Her only - and rather joyful - task was to simply be bred.

Well, other than her chosen work as the dragon-king's master trickster, trying her utmost to unravel the plans of all rivals before they could reach fruition. Yet, for all her sacrifices, support and changes, she'd never be nobility, and until Cai had established himself as such, she'd be barred from becoming a queen. She didn't, of course, mind it; she never had liked being in the spotlight, and that much would never change.

Instead, they'd decided to send out a call for any prospective queens, including from other kingdoms, who _would_qualify, and pick the most suitable candidate out of those who answered. Within a few weeks, the castle was positively swarming with hopeful young dragonesses, born to nobility but unable to rise to become rulers in their own kingdoms. Yet, with that many strangers, it was hard to keep track of everyone, even for Vaine, despite her by now being quite intimate with draconic scheming. She did, after all, only have one pair of eyes. Cai, in turn, hadn't been in the court for long enough to quite know what to look for, despite being a dragon himself. The smaller towns, as was his old home, tended to be friendlier, nearly genuine in their interactions. It was in the cities that everyone would stab each other in the back to benefit themselves. Each side saw the other as improper conduct for dragons; many city-dwellers reveled in their Machiavellian power struggles and Byzantine schemes, while the countryside generally preferred cooperating, both sides claiming that theirs was the inherent mindset every dragon had at birth.

So seeking to decide on a candidate that would suit them both, the dragon and fox talked about what they wanted. Cai wanted someone obedient but smart, which wasn't really a realistic option when it came to city dragons, but at the very least he felt that he'd want someone willing to scheme with him rather than against him, while Vaine seemingly expressed a desire to find someone who'd try something so she could take care of it. It was interesting how she'd become, effectively, the more dominant of the two despite her humble beginnings, but her natural wit had only been enhanced by her newfound transformations, and at this point, she'd begun to think more like a dragon than a fox, welcoming the idea of being challenged. Just as a born city-dragoness would. Cai, on the other hand, preferred to have order and quiet so that he could plan everything out in the smallest detail, and perhaps even sharing and cooperation to extend his influence. The two complemented each other perfectly, at least; the fox, despite sticking to the shadows, would handle any conflicts that could not be solved by Cai's cerebral approach to things.

When the time to finally choose a queen came, they had the hopefuls line themselves up along the middle of the throne room. Dragonesses of every colour were there, from the blacks with their menacing curved horns, the reds with their fiery attitudes and straight, sharp spines, even a few hybrids and aquatics. The latter reminded Cai of Serulean, now happily serving as yet another breeder; there was no obvious difference between the born females and those who were transformed later.

Cai and Vaine continued along the row of hopeful females, though their opinions on who would be suitable began to differ. With the vixen walking in front of the king, she could smell several of them were in heat, which she considered a cheap trick to make themselves more appealing. It didn't work on her, but Cai, being a full-blooded male, was more susceptible to such pheromone-laden scents, and found it harder and harder to concentrate on what the dragonesses were actually saying, rather than those intoxicating fragrances. Her attention first fell on a yellow hen whose scales shone like the sun in the torchlight. Yellow - or golden - dragons were known to be kind, at least by draconic standards, but before she could mention her to Cai, something else reached her nostrils.

More than the others, one of the hopefuls - a purple dragon, presumably a hybrid of a blue and red - smelled of it strongly, so strongly that it couldn't be a natural heat. Vaine spun around to warn Cai to hold his breath lest he fall under her spell, but he'd already gotten a whiff of her, and his eyes were inevitably drawn to the devious female. On some level, he knew it was a trick, but she smelled so very, very good. Her pink slit was puffy and quite visible, droplets of arousal clinging to her lips, and as Cai moved closer, her scent intensified as well. She smelled like paradise, like utter, primal arousal, and the king huffed as he drew in that burning heat-scent deep into his nostrils, unable to resist it any more than a moth could resist a flame.

The dragoness was beautiful, and he could feel his thoughts fading away as he succumbed to her charm. Vaine tugged at his ear as if trying to distract him, but he couldn't hear anything she said over the sound of his own heartbeat. With a needy growl, he stuck his snout right under her tail, against the source of that wonderful fragrance, and drew in a deep breath, letting that scent burn in his flaring nostrils and rearrange his thoughts from logical to primitive need. He couldn't stop. "This one," he grunted, sticking out his tongue to sample her plentiful nectar, allowing it to seep into his tastebuds. His eyes glazed over and a shiver went through his body. He had to have her, there was no other option, she'd be his queen and he'd fill that body with his whelps. It took every ounce of willpower - and the guards holding onto him - to keep himself from mounting her right then and there. There was a structure to these things, expected proceedings, and he couldn't fulfill that aching need in his loins until later tonight.

Vaine grumbled in frustration as she watched Cai's cock bob and twitch beneath him, that look of dumb lust on his face. She loved males, certainly, but this kind of primitive simple-mindedness that even someone as intelligent as Cai succumbed to, particularly when it led them right into any trap, that frustrated her. The purple dragoness had obviously done something to herself to put herself into an unfathomably deep heat, and there was some kind of scheme here, but she couldn't quite figure it out immediately. Instead, she decided to keep an eye on the two, ready to step in if something unpleasant was about to happen. The weak point of her plan, whatever it was, was that there'd be no way for her to control that kind of lust and need, at least not perfectly. She could barely control herself when in natural heat, and this was something far beyond that.

She did some research. While the nobles were still generally negative towards her, she was winning more and more respect from the guards, the peasants, everyone who wasn't part of the upper class, who seemed to enjoy her bringing down one rich dragon after the other. Not to mention that many of them were quite curious about how foxes felt in the more intimate way, and neither she nor Cai minded letting them experience it, albeit in a safe, protected way.

A new guardsman knew a guard in another city - Snowcrag, it was named - and that guard in turn knew a servant in the court, who had a secret affair with one of the nobles, and that noble had at some point let slip who this new dragoness was. Her name was Amethyst, and she was quite well known in her home city for having mated her way to the top by, as rumor had it, somehow forcing herself into a persistent, deep heat that made her rather irresistible to any male dragon who wasn't prepared for that onslaught on their minds. She was lowborn, but had ascended to the ranks of nobility by successfully seducing and then becoming the partner of a drake in the court, who had subsequently disappeared and left her with his fortune and holdings. There was no proof any misdoings, of course, but from that point on every male in Snowcrag knew to numb their sense of smell magically, or else hold their breath and get away from her, and so her charms seemed to stop working.

With Vaine's soft, furred hands working the guard's sizable shaft as he told her all of this, she couldn't help but feel there was some similarity between herself and the dragoness. But then again, she didn't cheat, the guard had a choice to make freely, and he'd chosen to let himself melt and harden in equal measure into her cunning paws and reveal everything he knew. Amethyst - such a pretentious name - didn't allow her victims to decline. Oh, sure, sometimes she didn't, either, but never for personal gain. She tightened her grip as her paw passed over those fleshy ridges, a heavy throb and a splash of precum rewarding her for her efforts even as the mighty drake squirmed under her.

It was a some kind of potion, he added. But she had been observed making irrational decisions occasionally, unable to quite maintain her control of her faculties when the need to breed became too intense. Just as the vixen thought. She smiled, giving the soft, slick underside of the drake's shaft an appreciative, slow lick, enjoying his heat and taste. "Good boy," she whispered, before opening her muzzle wide and engulfing that flared head, letting the next spurt of precum coat her tongue in its erotic flavor. With how he was grunting and twitching all over, those powerful muscles barely holding back on thrusting into her throat, it was obvious he wasn't far from his climax, yet fully under the vixen's control. It wasn't as much about the dominance, for her - although she enjoyed that - but rather, it was something she'd discovered that a lot of males wanted. They wanted a female to control them, at least during mating, something they rarely got from the dragonesses. Traditionally, the males were the dominant ones, and as such, her willingness to take the lead and wrap them around her little finger was exotic and powerful, at least for those who realized that was what they actually wanted. And she enjoyed playing with them freely.

Her tongue swirled around those ridges and nubs, all around his bloated cockhead. Another twitch, and his shaft swelled further in her maw. One last thing spilled from his lips before his climax. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but he'd heard that Amethyst's plan was to be queen alone, deposing of a king - any king - through her wily ways. But that was all he knew, and so, the guard begged for Vaine to let him cum. She did, slipping a couple of fingers into his vent as she intensified the tongue-lashing she was giving to his throbbing tool, and in mere moments, he roared out with ecstatic cadence, writhing where he lay, his cock jumping in Vaine's maw as spurt after spurt of his virility erupted into her mouth, bathing her tastebuds in that bitter, yet ever so erotic stickiness. She gulped it down in rich mouthfuls, loving - as always - the feeling of it sliding down her throat, all thick, warm, and slimy. It served as a decent enough breakfast, and she shuddered as a small orgasm surged through her own body, prompted by her fingers circling her little clit. Hardly as good as being mounted, but this was business, not pleasure.

With the male spent, she licked her lips and gave him a quick smooch, leaving him panting on the floor of her quarters, to find his own way out. She had other things to focus on.

At lunchtime, she snuck into the guest rooms. When Amethyst had been chosen, the other would-be queens had left in a hurry, disappointed and frustrated, meaning her things were easy to find, and without hesitating, Vaine rummaged through them. There were a few potions with a strong, floral scent, but nothing else of note, and as such as she figured that it had to be those flasks that she was using to maintain her heat. If she could figure out what exactly they were, she realized she could probably make them more potent. Or perhaps she didn't need to, as an idea dawned on her.

While hiding them all would be the easiest option, that'd merely result in her scheme failing. Instead, she borrowed the flasks, a particularly devious scheme already forming in her cunning mind.

Meanwhile, Cai was following Amethyst around like an obedient pup, following her scent-trail, his eyes fixated on that alluring puffy slit that he'd catch a glimpse of each time her tail flicked while walking. She was touring the castle, looking at what she might come to rule if she played her cards right. Granted, it was becoming increasingly hard to not simply let the drake mount her right then and there, even for her, as with each step she took, the underside of her tail brushed over her swollen mound, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire form. That was the downside of her plan. Putting herself into heat like that did cloud her mind, but she had no plans on actually getting pregnant, no matter what her body was telling her to. Instead, the plan was to breed the king, with the seed of some lowborn drake who had eagerly donated it to her. It'd be easy enough, she'd realized. She'd let her scent overwhelm his mind enough that he couldn't think clearly, enough that he'd be begging for any kind of stimulation. Then she'd deposit that virility right into his slit while keeping him busy with her muzzle. He'd never even notice the blunt little syringe she'd had custom made for just this purpose, easily concealed and operated with draconic talons, full of a thick, cloudy mixture of potent dragonseed.

Then, it was only a matter of telling everyone that the king was no longer a king. Nor would he - or she, as the dragon would hopefully end up - be a queen, having allowed herself to get impregnated by common rabble. Amethyst would, or such was her plan, then take her place as the ruler, having already been accepted as the queen, free to pick out any male companion to share the throne with, if she so chose. Oh, she wouldn't have to pick anyone, though perhaps one day she might. Until then, her plan was to-

Her snatch clenched as her scaly tail brushed over it again, and she stifled a whimper. The worst thing about all this was that she'd have to have another flask of the heat-inducing brew to make sure it lasted until tonight, and it was already horrendously overpowering, her entire being crying out to be filled, first with cock, and then cum, and subsequently a huge clutch of eggs. Every now and then one of those fantasies would intrude on her thoughts, and she'd almost cum without any stimulation at all. It was hard to think straight at all, although looking at Cai following her with his nostrils flaring with need told her it would all be worth it in the end. He'd be easy to take care of, to bend to her will, and to turn into an eager breeder for someone else to use.

She stopped to admire a finely etched wall for a moment and Cai kept walking in his trancelike state, bumping his muzzle right into her heated slit, drawing a needy moan from the dragoness, but she swatted at him with her tail. "Tonight," she managed to churr. Cai was barely aware of his surroundings at that point, his abilities to think and reason on standby mode, doubly so when that sweet nectar coated his muzzle. He'd do anything to get to mount this wonderful hen, anything. God, he needed it so badly, needed to feel that body clench around his he pumped her full to the brim with his seed.

"Just wait here, pet," she grumbled, and Cai obediently froze, letting her leave to visit her temporary lodgings. His mind began to clear once her scent faded, though he was still achingly hard. He suspected there was something wrong, some kind of trick up her sleeve, but he was needy enough to disregard that nagging feeling, breeding instincts set into overdrive and internal testicles swollen with seed. What was the worst thing she could do? Take the role of queen while refusing to get bred, like Scathe had done before? He could deal with that. Especially once he'd mounted her a few times to clear his mind.

He sighed. He always imagined himself as better than the average male, but when faced with a sufficiently alluring hen, he was no better than the rest of them, reduced to that same primitive single-mindedness.

Amethyst managed to stumble into her quarters, slamming the door shut behind her before exhaling and crumbling onto the floor. Her nethers were absolutely burning with desire after feeling that warm, wonderful muzzle rub up against them again. And she'd still need to boost her heat one more time, Perhaps, she figured, she'd just follow through with her plans right now. Yes, she'd request a private consummation of their union, and fill him up. It was foolish - most often, a new queen, or king for that matter - had to be claimed in full view of any attending nobles, but it wasn't unheard of to allow it to be done privately, and she doubted that she could hold on until nightfall, not with her legs quivering even as she stood back up, barely able to keep herself from mating with absolutely anyone.

She saw no traces of Vaine's recent, secret visit. Everything looked as it should have. She gulped down the last flask of her heat-inducing concoction, feeling that tingling warmth soon begin to radiate from her belly. The vixen, though, had reduced the flasks and combined all three into a single one, filling the other two with mere water and setting them aside to make sure she picked the right one, effectively dosing herself with three times the expected amount. She felt her insides clench again, that familiar twinge of ovulation in her belly much stronger, a convulsion that nearly sent her sprawling on the floor. She ran out to find Cai, bringing the syringe with her.

What Vaine hadn't realized was that she'd hurry like this. The vixen only began to suspect something was amiss when she realized neither of the two were anywhere to be seen. That was the first time she felt_fear_ rather than merely anxiety, a sudden surge of panic that she could feel in her chest. She'd have to find them before Amethyst did anything to her mate, who wouldn't be able to defend himself. Or want to.

Cai, meanwhile, brought the dragoness into his chambers. She'd decided that she wanted to be mated now, and he couldn't wait to oblige her and pump what felt like a gallon of stored-up cum into her fertile depths. He still had the vague notion of something being wrong, but when Amethyst told him that she wanted to ride him, those lusts quickly overwhelmed any logical thought. He allowed her to position him on his back, lying on the pillows where he'd bred so many over these months, never even realizing what a vulnerable position it really was, his legs hanging limply to the sides and his slit - and proud erection - bared and vulnerable. She climbed on top of him, but rather than position herself for penetration, her dripping dragoncunt ended up right above Cai's nose, letting that scent get him mindlessly horny and placid. It worked, too, and the moment the drake first inhaled that tangy fragrance, he was gone again, hips pumping upward into empty air. He didn't know what he was doing anymore, barely even where he was, so strong was her heat, and equally strong, the effects it had on him. But it was becoming unbearable for her as well, and each second she allowed herself to breathe in the male's musk was making it harder to resist, like an ever tightening chain of instincts wrapping itself around her mind, squeezing until she'd be unable to to formulate any thoughts beyond raising her tail for that wonderful male beneath her.

She made sure to keep her folds just beyond his reach, because if he actually licked her down there, she'd probably lose herself entirely as well. Already her body was trembling with desire, even as she produced that syringe she'd kept hidden under a wing, looking at it as she laid on top of Cai's writhing body. To think the fluid inside it could turn males into females, even topple kingdoms. Those fantasies of power helped her focus as she gave Cai's throbbing maleness a lick, simultaneously slipping the syringe into his vent, alongside his twitching, ridged cockflesh. He didn't even notice anything, the sheer pleasure of her forked tongue sliding over his shaft surging through his body.

Vaine barged into the room, crashing through the double doors with a beat of her new wings, her eyes rapidly darting from dragon to dragon. Time seemed to slow down - her first unintentional tapping into dragon magic - and she suddenly felt calm, almost serene in the eye of the storm. Things unfolded in slow motion. She saw several things; the female's talons on the plunger of a syringe full of whiteness, about to be pumped into Cai's receptive body. Cai in turn was laying there with a dumb, blissful smile on his face. She had to get her off him, but there was no way she could do it by brute force.

Luckily, she knew a much better option. She knew intimately how overwhelming any contact felt when in heat, and looking at Amethyst's bubblegum-pink swollen opening, she knew that the dragoness had fallen for her little trap. So the vixen did what any smart vixen would, and bounced on top of her dazed companion only to bury her muzzle right against that wetness, her snout easily pushing _inside_her with a wet slurp thanks to the size difference. And Amethyst lost it. She moaned something incoherent as she went limp, but only after a lusty convulsion went through her body, barely squeezing down on that syringe before it fell from her hand. Instead, she fell off, clumsily and almost mechanically falling into a mating stance, her hindquarters raised high. Vaine was right behind her, immediately getting back into position, lapping at her oversensitive folds, making sure the dragonesss would remain where she was.

It took a few moments for Cai to realize what was happening, but when he saw Amethyst offering her open vagina like an animal in heat, he was on top of her in an instant. Vaine barely managed to duck, to avoid being knocked down, positioning herself underneath the purple female. She was feeling the effects of her scent as well, just not nearly as strongly as her mate was, and seeing Cai's engorged shaft jab right into her body with a slippery squelch threatened to drive her wild as well. Then again, why resist? They'd averted the crisis, after all, and with Amethyst's draconic nectar dripping down onto her muzzle, she decided to allow herself that indulgence. She stared lustily as her mate's massive shaft sunk into her, this being her first real close-up view of dragons mating, and it looked absolutely divine, her silk panties quickly becoming thoroughly soaked in sympathetic arousal.

She heard Cai rumble and Amethyst whine out, but even as her tongue danced all around where their bodies were joined, over her mate's pronounced ridges and the female's lips, she noticed something. A little rivulet of white slowly oozing out next to Cai's shaft. It didn't seem to have had much effect; his shaft was as big as ever, eagerly pounding into the female's depths. Not every dragon succumbed to the transformation so easily, but as far as Vaine had gathered, all of them would suffer some kind of changes. Bur he was too lost in lust to even notice, and somehow, the vixen found it rather attractive to watch her otherwise so masculine mate dripping with cum - even if just a little bit - at the same time as he took the dragoness.

Cai was completely fixated on those rippling, fleshy and warm sensations of Amethyst finally quivering and clenching around his breeding rod. He barely lasted five minutes with how pent up he was, biting hard into her neck as he gave a grumbling, satisfied growl and rammed himself all the way in to that clutching tunnel.

And while Vaine was genuinely aroused, there was also a certain vindictiveness to watching her finally get plowed as she deserved. With how much of that potion she'd unwittingly ingested, she'd get more than just pregnant. Most females might not be able to fly when carrying eggs, but Amethyst might not even be able to walk_before her clutch was laid, and Vaine took a measure of delight in that. Her licking grew rougher, and the dragoness winced as the fox let her teeth briefly brush over that stiff clit. She didn't want to hurt her, merely to serve her her just desserts, and that dish, she knew, was best served hot, sticky, and in massive quantities, all pumped deep into that hungry belly of hers. So as she saw the base of Cai's overexcited cock throb heavily, she let out a pleased bark, pressing her nose against that twitching breeding rod, her tongue sinking into Cai's vent to really help him maximize his release into her. And as the throbbing finally ebbed she realized that Amethyst hadn't climaxed yet, somehow, and directed her attention to that soaked, abused snatch of hers. Vaine pursed her lips around her swollen clit and _sucked like she might a male, delighted by the erotic flavor of the rich mixture of their juices She lapped rapidly at that lusty little nub, tongue flicking over it again and again at a frenzied pace, until Amethyst let out a high-pitched scream. She collapsed below Cai and dragged him down with her, her entire body convulsing as that final release wracked her body, her filled passage rippling as her body worked to suck up every last drop of cum deep into her willing womb.

Vaine wasn't sure how much of it Amethyst actually felt and how much came after she lapsed into unconsciousness, utterly overwhelmed with bliss, but regardless, her climax would only help her conceive and get that unexpected massive clutch of eggs. The vixen licked her lips with a sly, sultry look in her eyes and a devious grin on her muzzle, directed at nobody in particular as she scooped up those splatters of her arousal that had landed on her muzzle. A job well done.

As she watched, though, something else changed as well. Soundlessly, the scales further down, just behind that throbbing base, parted. At first the skin merely reddened, growing pink and seemingly sweating, but before long, it was forming into a pair of obviously feminine lips. The dragon didn't seem to notice, grunting and growling as he continued to fill the deceitful female with what would be an absolutely enormous clutch, but Vaine found her attention drawn to it. His cock wasn't shrinking in the slightest, but the deepening cleft between his legs was undeniably that of a dragoness, and the moment it opened up, she could both smell and see strands of wetness hanging from those virgin lips. He was turning into a hermaphrodite, that much was obvious.

She looked over at Amethyst. She seemed to have passed out from what must've been pure bliss at her artificial heat being so thoroughly sated. She'd be out of commission for a good while, certainly long enough for Cai's seed to take root, and so not a danger. Besides, her scent would abate quickly once she was fertilized, the hypnotic heat-scent already waning, drowned under the heady musk of Cai's load.

So she ran a finger over his new slit, and the reaction almost got her trampled. Cai bounced off Amethyst, roughly yanking his still swollen knot out, leaving the few remaining drops of his cum dripping onto the floor. A gush of it splashed out from the dragoness' gaped vent, a quick glance at her showing her feminine slit completely stuffed with gooey, virile cum.

"Rrgh, oh no," he growled. "What did she do? I don't..." he stammered as he curled up to look at his undercarriage, a small sigh of relief as he realized he still had his cock, but also a subtle tremble as he realized he now had a wet, eager snatch as well. He didn't take it well, as much as Vaine tried to soothe him. So with her mate pacing about restlessly, Vaine took command, calling in the guards to haul Amethyst to the breeding pens, making sure that they propped her up so that nothing more would leak out, and where she could wake up and learn her new role as just another broodhen. The guards didn't have to obey her - she was no ruler, after all - but she drew on that growing draconic power within her to issue orders that none could deny, her voice deep and commanding. Not that it was needed, either; most the guards, being low in rank among the city's denizens, loved what the fox had done to cast the ruling class into disarray, and so they were eager to help her, following every command.

Cai's condition was only problem that she couldn't overcome with force of will and popularity alone. It took a while before he dared to even leave his quarters, and when he did, he kept his tail tucked over his crotch for weeks. Vaine kept telling him it wasn't the end of the world, trying to heal his obviously wounded ego. He was still as much a male as ever, just with an extra set of bits that he might even draw some enjoyment out of.

Truthfully, the thought excited her tremendously, but she knew it'd take time. After all, the vixen had had some 20-odd years to learn how to handle having a vagina, Cai hadn't even had a day, and there would certainly be issues. But she rubbed herself to the thought of her mate going into heat that night. She'd be there by his side every step of the way.

Yet even with her support, Cai found himself struggling with it. While he indeed was just as much a male as ever had been, he was something_more_ now. It was rare for dragons to become intersexed, but it wasn't unheard of. Such individuals were typically considered blessed or cursed, depending on who one asked. The newly minted hermaphrodite found it more like the latter. It was distracting, for one, to be attracted to both genders, and he felt self-conscious about his arousal dripping from his new slit when that arousal grew into that strange wetness between his hind legs. Yet he also knew that if he let anyone sate that desire, he'd be very likely to grow round and heavy with eggs, something that had never been a problem before.

It made him feel a slight guilt about the various males he'd participated in transforming. Sure, they all deserved it, but to saddle someone with this kind of burden felt wrong, somehow. Then again, having lost their male instincts - unlike Cai himself - most seemed to be happy to simply produce clutch after clutch for him.

The worst part was that he wanted it. At first he hadn't been sure what the gnawing emptiness inside him wanted - other than cock - but when his heat came, it was suddenly abundantly clear. He wanted to get bred, just like the numerous dragonesses that he'd mounted. It wasn't too bad at first, an itchy warmth that he could manage to ignore, but doing so only made it worse, and one morning, he awoke to find his pillow-bed thoroughly soaked, wet stringy goo dangling from his slit. He could feel himself winking, his body inviting any male to mount and impregnate him, and the profound emptiness he felt now was almost painful.

The vixen found him there, sprawled on his pillows and writhing as he obviously tried to resist those feelings. Vaine had, certainly, known that Cai would reach that point eventually. She'd been thinking about how to prevent her mate from getting bred by the first drake he came across when the heat reached this point, and the solution would have to be the little ring she'd stolen from Scathe all those months ago. Then again, she did, in a way, want to see Cai swell with a massive clutch.

That's when it all came together, the solution to their current predicament.

"Cai, let me breed you," she murmured, her hand slipping down to his slit. He hadn't wanted her to touch him there before, but now that it'd all become too much to bear, the king squirmed, a little needy growl emanating from his muzzle. Just hearing her speak those words sent chills of lust down his spine.

"I don't..." he growled. Physically, he wanted it. Maybe mentally too. But he knew he could resist until it passed. Yet, the next word that came from his mouth was "How?"

"I'll help you knock yourself up," she smiled, patting Cai's scaly snout reassuringly. "Just let me do all the work and we'll have you happy and full of eggs in no time."

Cai tried to protest but Vaine presser her lips to his muzzle, silencing that thought. Her paws ran down his armored chest and then the much softer stomach, ever further down. "You'll like it, I promise," she continued purring. "We'll just get you to cum and then stuff all that seed deep into your beautiful slit."

"I don't want to," Cai finally grunted. "Don't..."

"I think you do," Vaine replied. "Just imagine it as you breeding a fertile dragoness, only this time the dragoness is yourself. I know exactly how you feel," she murmured, pressingly gently on that spot on his belly where she figured his new, needy womb might be. "So eager to get filled and bred."

Cai let out a growl. "Rrh, no. I'm a male. I intend to stay male. Don't," he warned his mate, even though he hesitated to push her away. He did, after all, love her. But he didn't want to get pregnant. Or did he? He hated the idea of not being able to fly, but the warm glow emanating from his lower belly - probably a sign of ovulation either current or impending - did seem to flare up as those thoughts invaded his mind. How fulfilling, how utterly satisfying, how maternal it'd feel to have his womb stuffed with virile cum, bathing those eggs and fertilizing them.

He shook his head even as he panted needily.

"Don't be a whelp, Cai. You're part female now. It's time to explore that side of you. If you don't want it, just don't cum and there's nothing I can do," she grinned.

That much he could do, at least. It seemed fair. Vaine would lose interest quickly enough. And then she climbed on top of him, wrapping his wings around his midsection.

She'd have been lying if she said what she was about to do didn't excite her, which is why she let her arousal show openly, parting her legs and letting her tail fall aside. Cai averted his gaze with a chuff. "I'm not going to be that easy," he grumbled. Though he could still smell her, that delightful nose-tingling feminine muskiness. It wasn't overwhelming like Amethyst's had been - that whole romp still had his olfactory buds a little numbed - but it was certainly_pleasant._ The kind of thing he wouldn't mind burying his snout in like he had so many times before. Dammit. He threw his head back, trying to breathe fresher air. It was personal now, he had to prove to Vaine that even though he had a distinctly female set of genitals now, he wouldn't let them control him. He was better than that, he told himself. Strong, logical, reasonable, at least as long as there was no female in heat nearby. Then again, right now, he_was_ that female.

It was one of those circular chains of thought that he sometimes found himself stuck in, going from acknowledging himself as bigendered now, to denying it. He didn't notice what Vaine was doing until she slipped several fingers into his snatch. It was the first time he'd had anything in there, and the incredibly alien sensation of something warm entering his body like that had him kick at the air in surprise. "Stop," he hissed, but Vaine would not be deterred. It wasn't, perhaps, the most considerate thing to do, but the situation had her too worked up, and bit by bit, her thinking was becoming more dragonlike. For them, that would've been the natural thing to do.

"Are you saying you're not enjoying it?" she smiled, giving a little wag of her upraised tail. "I bet you'll enjoy it soon, if not yet."

She focused her attention on the king's puffy mound. It could just as well have been a male slit. How similar male and female dragons looked never ceased to amaze her. Granted, Cai was a special case, having two vents now, but nonetheless, she could smell that female side of his that he was trying so hard to suppress. The unmistakable heat-scent that'd act like a lure to any male nearby. She thumbed a little at the very top, feeling Cai shiver as her fingers found that hidden little nub, the clit that'd soon have him begging for it. But she didn't want to proceed too quickly or he might throw her off. He'd be comfortable with it soon enough, but until then, she'd briefly brush her fur over his pleasure button, little feathery touches and then a quick darting lick. He tasted almost sweet, somehow, his natural musk much lighter around his snatch, almost flowery, and she found herself enjoying the flavor.

Cai_was_ enjoying it, too. A little too much. He wanted her to stop, and yet, he didn't. His tail whipped back and forth, as Vaine explored altered body, a strange, slick warmth growing inside him. He knew what it meant and there was nothing he could do about it except allow himself to grow wet from her loving affections, his tunnel growing moist around her fingers. It felt better and better every passing moment as his body betrayed him, eager for the vixen's touch, but it was a different kind of arousal than what he'd always felt as a male. A subtler but more demanding kind of lust that made the skin under his scales tingle, and soon every touch was feeling wonderful. But the feeling of emptiness only grew despite her fox soon slipping her entire slender hand inside him. Oh, he knew exactly what this confused body wanted, but he would not oblige it. No matter how turned on he got, he'd resist. Still, he whimpered, those instinctive and needy calls refusing to be contained no matter how hard he tried to clamp his muzzle shut.

"Oh, looks like you are enjoying it," Vaine cooed, her attention shifting to his slowly swelling shaft, the head already protruding from his slit despite Cai's best efforts, and he blushed. This was no place for a king! But maybe, just maybe, he thought, he should actually let the vixen take care of him. Let her guide that_hot, sexy_ seed from his balls into his womb- no! He grit his teeth as he realized where those thoughts would lead him.

In truth, it wasn't a bad outcome, he realized that. It'd be alright if it was with Vaine. But he didn't want to confront those needs and desires in the slightest, cursing Amethyst's name under his breath for afflicting him with this curse.

Yet, he swelled regardless, more so when Vaine's fingers gingerly wrapped around his emerging length, a clear droplet of precum soon forming at his tip. The fox quickly scooped it up with her fingers, only to sink them deep into his slit. "I bet there's plenty of those little swimmers of yours even in the precum," Vaine murmured. "That might do the trick, already. But let's make sure..."

And with that, the "foreplay" was over; the vixen began to stroke those soft, delicate paws over his turgid shaft, fingers pressing down on the underside and squeezing around every ridge, letting them pop in and our of her grasp, simulating a female milking him. Soon enough, Cai was fully erect, throbbing in her paws. An orgasm was still a ways off, but he had begun to hesitate. Could he really hold his seed until Vaine understood that he wouldn't give in? Maybe. Or maybe he didn't even want to. The damage might've already been done.

"Mmh, you're already clenching around my fingers, you know," Vaine continued. "Throbbing, too. Stop resisting, love. You know I'm only doing this for your sake. Once we get you bred, you'll be both king and queen at once..."

"That, nnhg- doesn't make any sense," Cai snarled, his hips thrusting up and into the vixen's paw.

"You'll be choosing yourself as your queen. Then nobody can deny that you're truly the king," Vaine grinned, scooting backwards a little until her folds were just above Cai's muzzle, already quite wet with her growing arousal. Imagining Cai's belly swelling was getting to her, and it was getting to her a lot, knowing how good it felt to be bred. Ultimately, she wanted to share that bliss with her beloved. But the plan was a real one; there were no rules stating that a queen couldn't be the same person as the king. There would be nothing those nobles could do.

Cai was surprised to hear all that, and it distracted him from his resistance. Would that really work? It was something he hadn't even considered. Maybe I should just let her do it, those seductive feminine instincts told him. He felt himself throb again, another wet spurt of precum coating Vaine's hands only to be rubbed off deep inside her- his needy, traitorous opening. It was getting harder and harder to resist, his will faltering. Would it really be so bad to have his very own clutch of eggs, just this one time? Sooner or later he'd have one anyway, if this heat went on, and letting Vaine knock him up was far more appealing. That was what lovers did, after all. And he'd bred her twice now, it'd only be fair to let her return the favor.

All flimsy excuses, of course, conjured by his increasingly inflamed instincts. But in the heat of the moment, they all seemed sound and logical.

He was leaking freely now, clear strands of his precum dangling from his tip and gooey feminine nectar pooling at his slit. The pressure was building, and even though he tried to think of politics, of philosophy, the vixen's paws deftly caressing both of his sets of genitals inevitably forced his mind back to throbbing cocks, wet clenching slits, and his own impending and ever more appealing breeding, inching him closer and closer to orgasm. This just won't do. He was just about to force her off when she pressed her sopping wet folds right up against his muzzle and her scent immediately fuzzied his thoughts when he instinctively inhaled it.

Do I smell like that, too? He wondered. He'd never get tired of that smell of eager female lust, nor would it ever stop overwhelming him. But that thought - that he might have a similar effect on other males, now - it _excited_him. He could feel himself swell in Vaine's grasp, his orgasm imminent. But if hejust let himself cum and _then_threw the devious vixen off, he'd be alright, and then he'd have a clear enough mind to resist further attempts.

On some level, he knew that it wouldn't work. He wanted Vaine to "win", he just couldn't admit it.

"That's a good boy. Good girl, too," Vaine purred, as if sensing her mate relenting, submitting, giving in. It was a thrilling sensation, and she enjoyed dominating him like that, even if it was only during mating. "Just relax. Let that seed spill. Cum and I'll take care of the rest."

Cai's usually emerald green earfins were turning a rusty brown from how hard he was blushing. He wasn't one to get embarrassed; he'd mated with the red king's princess in full view of everyone in the throne room back when he bred her, and he didn't even feel ashamed of falling for Amethyst's trap, or any of the various failures he'd had in life. They were learning experiences, as far as he was concerned. But being called a girl, and a good girl at that, that got to him. Yet, it was accompanied by a confusing sense of pride. He wanted to be a good girl, didn't he?

The answer was yes. And so, with a sharp intake of breath, he came, bucking his hips up to meet Vaine's paw as he swelled a little bit more, his ridges flaring, and Vaine quickly held a bottle up against his cockslit. Cai roared in ecstasy as the first thick spurt of his ever virile cum erupted into the bottle, viscous and pearlescent white. "There you go," the vixen cooed as she stroked that hand up and down Cai's shaft in a slow, squeezing motion, like he was cow and she the milkmaid. "Let it all out."

He couldn't have stopped it even if he'd wanted to. The outside world felt distant and unimportant, his whole world centered around those mind-melting spasms of pleasure at the base of his cock, the utter rapture of his release spewing forth in warm, wet ropes. And yet it did nothing to sate his other need, even though his female opening was milking with equal feverish need at Vaine's fingers, helping blank out his mind with sheer euphoria, the gnawing emptiness remained, the itch within his belly that he'd have to resist, no matter what it took. But then he felt what must've been the fifth or six squirt of cum splatter onto his chest instead, and a vague sensation of being spread open with something cold. He opened his eyes, and realized Vaine already had the bottle, full of his very own cum, lodged between his folds. He tried to get up but another climactic convulsion left him sprawled out on the pillows. And with a sort of detached sense of fear and lust in equal measures, he watched as his mate tilted the bottle down.

At first, he didn't feel anything, as if his thick seed refused to drain. But then, a bubble appeared at the top, and Vaine shoved the neck of it deeper into his vulnerable body. And there it was; a blissful, sticky warmth blooming deep inside him as the first globs of his thick, plentiful release dripped over and into his dilated cervix. It was too late to do anything, and so, he came again, a high-pitched scream of joy erupting from his muzzle as he let the vixen seed him in a final act of submission, his body eagerly sucking every last drop she poured into his wonderful new slit as deep as possible, where it could take root.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? You'll be a happy mother in no time," Vaine rumbled, sounding satisfied. And Cai couldn't help but nod, because now he was satisfied, that thick cream almost instantly soothing the burning need in his loins, even as he imagined millions of his sperm swarming his eggs. It felt... right. He couldn't wait to see his belly swell. Once the bottle was empty, Vaine helped him clean up, and soon enough, the two of them dozed off, vixen on top of dragon, Cai's legs still spread and hips instinctively tilted up to help nature take its course.

A few days later, there he was, his belly swollen even as he took his place on the throne. "I have sired a whelp with a queen," he addressed the attending nobles. He knew that Vaine would be grinning next to him, but he couldn't look. "The queen being myself. With this, I am the true king of Dragonfort."

"You can't... do that," someone called out. "The king and queen cannot be the same person!"

"The law makes no mention of hermaphrodites." Vaine commented, in an obviously smug tone.

There was a bit of an outrage, but Caizoth the Egg-Maker - the name more apt now than ever - had the people on his side, and in the end, the nobles had to concede that the law did not explicitly rule out the possibility of a queen-king. It wouldn't be the end of them trying to topple him, of course, but they'd been thrown a curveball hard enough that it'd take them months to figure out what to make of it, finally allowing the two some time to simply relax, taking care of small issues on court and plenty of mating. Most of the time, Cai was grumbling as his belly grew and he had to waddle rather than stride, but he couldn't deny that it felt amazing, a warm fuzzy happiness growing like dragonfire in his chest each time he ran a paw across that round dome of pregnancy. That, and as he beheld his harem, at least he found some solace in the fact that he wasn't Amethyst. The scheming purple dragoness was bed-bound, her belly stretched out with some unfathomable amount of eggs - the price she was paying for toying with her heat as she had - to the point that even his other hens couldn't resist teasing her immobile body. She was less than pleased each time one of them stuck their muzzle under her tail to get her excited again, only to withdraw and leave her leaking until Cai could mount her.

Still, Cai firmly decided that this would be the only time he'd bear a clutch. At least until his next heat, when Vaine brought in a particularly handsome - and quite virile - green drake who'd traveled far and wide to meet his hero, the famous Caizoth, he who rose from peasant to king, lord of Dragonfort, and egg-maker. The last title being what Vaine intended for the young scrappy wyrm to help him with. With both of them incessantly teasing him, it wasn't long until he, with a grumpy sigh, let his heat take control and presented himself to the ecstatic young male, who lasted perhaps all of two minutes getting to mate with his role model, but nonetheless managed to breed him with youthful potency alone.

And so it went as the dragon and fox, king and queen in all but name, ushered in a new, particularly lusty, age to the old, unimaginatively named Dragonfort, along with plenty of green hybrid whelps.