II: Teacher(s) and Student(s)

"Come on dear, concentrate on the amounts or you'll put too much herbs inside."

"I know, I know... it's just hard without anything to weight the ingredients. Are you sure from that Well didn't pop out some kind of tool I can use?" I grunted and focused on the blob of water as big as my head hovering right in front of me, keeping a safe distance from the giant fire mother had lit under it once I had started. "Anything? Maybe a scale?" Anything other than keeping all of my concentration on that blob would result in me failing, any mistake in quantity of timing would be more of the same and I had already failed twice since morning rose. The water churned and squirmed under the effect of the spell she had me learn just before I started the medicine concoction training, akin to a magnetic blender but with magic, aimed at mincing dozens of plants and materials to form a single fluid that would be either boiled or put under a stronger fire.

"Well I wouldn't know, I don't know what a scale is." Figures. "I always measured things by instinct and so does Alastair. Took me nearly a century to perfect all the amounts. There... add just a little bit more of that." She pointed at the plant I had just plopped inside the mix, a purple grass that I quite liked the smell of, the taste not so much but it was a useful collagen for the other ingredients in the mix. "That one."

"How much more?" She looked at me, cocking her head sideways and with the curious expression she always used when she was about to give me a nonsensical explanation to some difficult problem, like the time she used the weight of insects to explain the exact amount of luminous moss I'd need to make a light potion for cave exploration when even our eyes didn't work, though I hadn't gotten around to make that one just yet, this was the first, provided I succeeded. Alastair complained that in time he'd teach me how to 'see' with my nose and feet without having to need about any pesky light.

"I'd say around a... oh, just shove five leaves in and it's going to be alright." I thanked the heavens for allowing her to give me an amount common mortals could understand and ripped five more leaves from the patch on the ground next to me before shoving them with the others. She nodded, proud and happy, which only made me work harder, possibly nearing the completion of my first ever potion. "Now, when it starts to look like a mid-month moon, you can stop mixing." Oh, this was so much better than insect weights but still... the colour of the moon in the middle of the month? Which month? "Now!" I didn't even notice that as soon as I added the last leaves the blob hard turned a milky white, exactly like the moon she might have been talking about and I was almost a second too late to take the potion off the fire and nearly made it drop on the floor like an idiot. "Not done just yet! Shake for ten breaths, wait, shake again for five, wait and then boil it! It's the last part!" She moved closer, so close her flank touched mine. For a split second I remembered how small I was when I woke up, not even reaching her hips, almost able to walk comfortably under her belly, but that was more than six years ago, the rings on my horns told me I was ten now, a weird thing, but a welcome one in a sense. Now I was barely at her flank, still so small but less so. "Come on!" That split second was again close to too much but I was able to save myself from another failure and the waste of precious ingredients. "That's it, my boy." I felt the magic flow through me and into the ball of medicine, making it shake over and over, like a drink in one of those fancy bottles bartenders used to have. Had I been in possession of an industrial medicine mixer it would have been easier but alas, I had to make do with 'breaths' and 'how much does a bee weight?' kind of measuring tools. Ten breaths passed and I relaxed, letting the mixture rest for a little while before shaking it again for five. When the last breath passed, the blob gave off a little puff of air that escaped towards the roof and vanished. "That was great dear, good job." She pressed her snout on my forehead as soon as I put the medicine in a large jar that I honestly didn't know how big might have been compared to my human self, but that at the moment was enough to contain the blob. I was happy she was containing herself with just that peck but as per usual, she let her more affectionate side take over and in less than a second she was licking the whole of my head with her tongue, long, wet, loving strokes like only she did. "I'm so proud of you: your first potion."

"My fifteenth failure just for the first potion." That stung a little. After six years of basic training to learn about all manners of plants, I had to go through four more years of basic magical training, studying about how to weave magic in ways that were pertinent only to potion making. Basically every bit of magic I had learned up until that day was regarded as not even magic, just 'utilitarian' spells to clean and make something look nice rather than 'proper' spell. Another hard blow to my self-esteem to be honest.

"Oh, shush." She gave me a slap with her paw and them, of course, licked the offended area to make the wrong right again. "It took me a year to figure out the procedure for that one potion and it wasn't my first by far. Here, sit down a moment, you're panting. That must have taken quite the toll on you." I noticed only when she said it that I was wobbling more than just a little. She laid down and I took a spot between her forelegs, right under her neck, my favourite spot in this world: there was something unearthly to being so close to her heart, that furnace of heat and love for someone she had taken in for no reason other than compassion. Her scent, that vanilla she always had on and that I knew was no simple smell, was soothing, calming more than a cup of tea in the evening, the perfect amalgamation of a hundred herbs which was also the reason it was so calming. Who knew what kind of plant had that effect on me? She smiled and closed her limbs against me, pulling me even closer, right against her shoulder and her neck. I took a deep breath and felt fine all of sudden, but why break the embrace? "When we came here, five centuries ago, we knew nothing of the Well, Alastair was actually so scared of it he didn't get within a hundred feet for close to two months and when he did, the damn thing actually went and spat out all kinds of sharp stuff that gave him that big scar he has on his nose. I was a tad luckier, because the Well gave me a whole tree, nearly crushed my back so big and heavy it was." She chuckled and I lost myself in that sound, so pleasant it was. "I found out after a while the bark of the tree was edible, so we used it to eat for a month without having to go outside and fight some bestial creature that was here before us. It was a weird taste but very nice on the tongue and very good for the indigestion that old coot got a week later when he licked something he shouldn't have. The next time we visited the Well, I got a whole lot of plants I didn't know and some I was aware of, so, since we had free time and we were young and brazen, I tried a lot of things, putting them in stone basins, crushing them with my paws, boiling them in water like I saw some humans do. Some things worked, some didn't, one gave Alastair a funny feeling for weeks and made his breath smell like honey. I might have to give him that particular one soon, I loved that smell." Cynder sighed and looked at me, craning her neck quite a lot to achieve such a simple feat. "So do not think about it too much when you fail. You've got me to support you and help you."

"Thanks mother."

"Oh, say that again and a thousand times more!" The several centuries-old dragoness giggled and purred nonstop when I called her mother. Years after I had first called her that way and it still had this weird feeling on my tongue, but it warmed her heart and that was fine by me, a word here and there wouldn't consume me, her licks would eventually, probably she'd lick through my scales down to the cherry core. "I had an apprentice once, you know? A young drake, talented, strong and good looking, but arrogant like few dragons I met in my long life. I taught him a lot, he made great progress but once day he touched something he shouldn't have, literally, one of the many things that came out of the Well and was poisoned so badly I couldn't save him even after me and Alastair worked around the clock to purify his blood for days." Her gaze hardened all of a sudden. "Promise me that you won't touch things you're not sure what they are and that you'll ask me or your father when you need help. Promise."

"I promise." She smiled, that sad look in her eyes gone like foam on a wave. "I'm not too keen on getting close to the Well anyways."

"There are other things outside the well that are still dangerous: underground, hundreds of feet below us, there are caves filled with monsters and horrors I still like to avoid. Only Alastair can take them on with ease and even he is grossed out by some." Mother shook her neck as if to get some nasty critter out of her way, tongue sticking out and looking all disgusted. "But enough with the sad and annoying stuff: you must receive a prize for the first potion."

"I do?"

"Of course dear! What else would we do other than celebrate? Go for another one? With you so tired and shaking like a leaf? No, absolutely not, we are going to rest, maybe, have a nice meal together and then I will give you a prize, Alastair will have his own prepared for sure."

"He will?"

"You know he doesn't like what I do that much but even he has to agree potions are what kept you alive and fed while you were changing, when you were too weak to eat meat or herbs." She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "When he was young I saw him spy on me when I was making potions and from time to time he still asks me for some as well as learning how to make a few himself. He acts like he's hot stuff but he is just a big dork on the inside."

"What is it you're whispering over there?" The far too sudden booming voice of the dragon I had begun to call father startled me, only because I was so caught up in Cynder's scent to smell his, and her voice had masked his steps that, as thunderous as they were, still became impossibly faint when he wanted. She had clearly, once again, pretended to do something to make me not notice him. "I demand to know." He slammed one of his paws on the ground and the whole room shook, vials and containers hitting each other when too close. She smirked at him, proud of having gotten him a tad annoyed once again.

"Just chatting, I told him about a possible present you might give him." Alastair snorted, filling the entire room, as large as it was, with thick grey smoke. Mind you, it was different than black smoke, which meant he was rather pissed off and different from white as well, for which he'd lie and say it wasn't for happiness bur rather for mild discomfort. He never did like to admit what he thought, but Cynder knew him forwards and backwards better than himself.

"You spoiled the surprise." He grumbled and grumbled but otherwise didn't complain too much, a rare occurrence. "What did you make him do?"

"Nothing too hard, one of the first basic potions, you know the one." A nudge towards the milky white flask to the side and he grinned, a wide toothy smile that didn't bode well, not for me, not for anyone who saw it. Few were the times when they agreed on something and those things were always either incredible or hellish, for me anyways, as their discussion since I had come along were about my instruction, my upbringing, or who got to hog a whole week with me for training or chatting. "He'll like it for sure." Somehow I doubted that very much. "But let's forget about that silly potion, we are eating first and then we'll take a nap like a family."

"But we do that every time when we go to sleep!"

"It's been over a month, these few weeks you just collapsed on the floor because you were too tired or because you didn't want to go the bedroom. We need to make up for it and is that any reason not to do it? After our meal you'll have a hard time standing." Cynder licked the right side of my muzzle over and over to coax me into doing her bidding. "Stand up dear, we're up for a feast even kings won't see in their lives!"

I was dragged by the scuff of my neck like a kitten by a very big and very eager Alastair all the way to the dining room where a proper feast was already steaming onto the ground, two gigantic pillows resting to the sides and one, smaller one, right at the centre of it all, albeit not the true centre, for it was occupied by a tower of food. I thought I wasn't hungry, maybe tired, that made my change my mind in less than the time it took for my mouth to open and drool to hit the ground. I looked at the dragons behind me, my parents (still weird), and they nodded. I was a thirty year old human in the body of a ten year old dragon and god did I run fast to dig into my portion of the meal. Alastair sat on my right, Cynder on my left after outright lifting me up and placing me on the special pillow made for me. There was so much meat I didn't know what to eat first and so in front of me there was a small graveyard of half-eaten bones and probably expensive cuts of rare animals of all sizes and shapes. Once I was done with something I went back for more of something else, eventually I was done with every last bit of my share and found that Cynder had moved some of hers towards me, then, grumbling like always and under her gaze, Alastair did the same and I had again stuff to eat. Hours passed and eventually there was just nothing at all, bones chewed up completely, not even the marrow left. The two of them curled up in a big pile, breathing softly, bellies so full they stuck out quite a lot and so was mine, that didn't stop me from wiggling and shoving myself inside said pile and in between them. I burped and then dozed off, the entirety of the world I saw now composed of hard and soft scales, of a million scents and textures, so thick, so pleasant, so perfect. It was like I had always been their son and never a human, as if that life was gone forever and never even started. Right in the middle of two giant dragons, where light was little, the air stale after a few minutes spent trying to find the right spot, I finally found it and once again, I cursed my nose and the young dragon I apparently was becoming more and more every day. I sniffed and sniffed until my snout bumped into something soft and warmer than other things around me, a thick ashen scent laden with a spicy musk and hints of earth and metals. I pushed myself closer to the source of that scent and found Alastair's slit, the lips of that honeypot slightly open as his legs were spread by mother's head and upper body, the smell so strong I couldn't help but rub my snout against it. He purred, accidentally making my head sink into his slit, a mere fraction but enough to let my nose be enveloped in the thickest musk there was. I pulled back but the damage was done and I felt my own slit spread, a different scent spread in the thin air around me and my cocks slip out, slick, wet, drooling. The scales I felt on my flesh were so smooth the slightest friction made me spurt over and over, coating myself and my mother's belly in goopy pre and the slitfluids coating my members. The overpowering musk of the older dragon was still so much more dense than my own and so I lost myself in it, the need to escape and lick myself until I made a mess of my room or even do it right there soon eclipsed by all the fatigue I had accumulated during the potion-making earlier. Hard, dripping, with my entire lower body covered in slick pre and my snout shoved against a fragrant slit, I fell asleep.

Time ticked by but when I woke up, the two adults next to me were still asleep, or rather, half-asleep as they seemed to have started to wake up just as I did, groaning and grunting. Cynder stretched her legs, purring softly and licking her lips. Alastair wasn't far behind, though his morning routine was louder and a tad more violent, full of cracks and pops of this joints as well as the complaints about interrupted dreams. She licked my snout as she always did, greeting me after the long sleep which, by the looks of the dust around us and the room had lasted a few days at the very least.

"My, that was one good nap." Talk about a several-day-long nap, back on earth it would have been called coma. "I really needed that." She licked my snout again, only that this time she was awake enough to find out exactly what was that coated the scales on it. "Seems like someone has been having happy dreams while we were asleep." I blushed and looked away.

"He looks like he has done more than that dear." Alastair interrupted her and me by pointing at the mess that had become of my slit and all the area around it: layers upon layers of dense pre coated every spare inch between my legs, my cocks still very much erect and still drooling pints of the stuff all over my belly and hers, every twitch of my flesh, every beat of my heart another spurt. "Guess he likes his father's scent a little too much."

"It's not my fault I fell asleep with your slit right on my snout." I may have pouted and tried to dig my way out of that mess but there just wasn't anything I could do that could help: both were staring right at me and at my maleness, with a weird glint in their eyes.

"Well we can't let our son get his present like this, right Alastair?"

"Why, yes." They grinned. "I think he might earn himself a third gift." The older dragon flashed me a grin that all of a sudden became quite a lot meeker and shy, his eyes darting all over the place. "I, ehm, well, would you like us to do anything for you, son? Anything?" Cynder smiled shyly as well, fidgeting even. I was still half asleep but that didn't escape my poor brain, as dumb as I might have been. I doubted they had planned this part but they surely seemed to be interested in seeing where it was going to go, or where I wanted it to go.

"Anything?" They nodded. Gods, thank you. Few were the moments in which I could act like the superior one to these century-old dragons but those were the best moments and those moments included me showing off all the millennia of human kinks and discoveries about how one can make others fry their brains with pleasure. I rolled on my back, legs spread so that my privates would be bared to them in all of their glory, albeit far smaller than Alastair's own. "If you insist about it... why not I teach how to give muzzle-jobs?"

"Muz-muzzle... jobs?" Alastair blushed and touched his snout with his paws as if to protect it from something but thanks to that I could see a hint of red poking from his legs, dripping pre as well but far more than I was able to.

"Correct. It's nothing fancy but it will involve both of you."

"Oh my." Cynder blushed as well, the last one to join on the embarrassed dragon group. "What do we have to do dear?" I spread my legs even more, curling my toes ever so often and placed my paws on my cocks, stroking them under their curious eyes, covering my forelimbs in pre.

"I'd like you two to take one cock each and, well... start licking." Their eyes shot open but their dilated pupils and quick breathing told me they liked the idea a lot. "Come on, I'm hard and ready and these aren't going to suck themselves, are they?" I flashed them the same grin they had given me time and time again when they had plans for me. Admittedly, I found great pleasure in swaying my hips, making my cocks lean left and right and making their eyes follow them. Cynder was the first to make the jump, she was quite the devil herself: her tongue lolled out and licked me, much in the same way as always, a long stroke, weight behind it, but with such a lewd look in her eyes, a wicked smile on her muzzle. "That's... good." I leaned back, hissing as she gave me a second, more thorough lick, going from the base to the tip, wrapping her tongue all over me.

"My boy has grown." She murred. "I'd say a foot or two since we last mated." Did I? I stared at myself and didn't see much of a change, save for the very unusual dragoness rubbing her snout on my shaft, spreading my pre all over herself. "Come on Alastair, you don't want our son to have one of his lengths left out, do you?" He swallowed his saliva and lowered his head, giving me a quick taste, only to lick his lips, getting the flavour of my cocks on his tongue. "That's the spirit." She resumed her own task, going more and more in depth as father jumped several steps and swallowed my entire left cock all at once.

"Ah... fuck." He was famous for eating big after all, though comparing me and him was rather useless, at least for a few centuries. I looked at the two of them go at it, licking, sucking, fighting for what little space their giant bodies could have in between my little legs. "Double bj first thing in the morning... I don't know what could be better than this." All of a sudden they pulled out, my cocks flopping on their snouts, their nostrils taking in my musk straight from the base, huffing loudly, eyes glazed with excitement. "D-don't stop... now... w-wrap your tongue... ooh, yes, just like that." Mother giggled and swallowed my right shaft, Father the left one again and both began to bob ever so slightly, still wrapping their tongues on me, still squeezing, milking me dry for all the pre that I had. Alastair was downright hosing his own belly in sticky pre himself, a mess worthy of a dragon twice my size in all departments. A dragon that was sucking me off with the same devotion as his mate. Their saliva mixed with my pre and slowly made me so slick and sensitive I could feel every bump on their tongues. The two of them were so big they had to fight for space between my legs, eager, hungry, eyes glazed with lust and the unabated pleasure of learning a new trick like other times I had shown them what humans were capable of. Despite his earlier protests, Alastair was by far the most invested in milking me for all I was worth, his tongue so tightly wrapped around my shaft it almost hurt, prompting Cynder to double her efforts in an ever growing race to make me cum. "Oh gods..." My back arched and all of a sudden everything was too much. "Fffffuck!" Their eyes opened once I came and began unloading shot after shot inside their muzzles, coating their insides in white spunk, each taking half of what I could make with ease, letting it pool around me, the sloshing sounds and the sheer warmth of both their mouths and my seed all to pleasurable. It felt as if I came for hours and maybe I really did, I don't know, I know only that when I was done, my lungs felt as if they were on fire and both their cheeks were bloated with my seed. Guess that being hard for days and building up all that pressure did result in a mess bigger than normal... huh. "That was amazing, we... need to do it again." Mother nodded and made to swallow, which, under any circumstance would have been incredible but I wanted to go the full length. "Don't!" She stopped and looked at me like she knew I was going to ask her something far lewder than just that. "Open your mouth." She did and, god, my heart skipped a beat when I saw all my spunk sloshing within her muzzle. "You too father." He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue after opening, which resulted in a small, lewd waterfall of frothy liquid that made me cum a little once more, a few last dense ropes of spunk splattering all over my chest and on my snout. "Swallow." I got what I wanted. They swallowed but Alastair didn't just stop there and licked my chest clean, leaving a wet trail of leftover spunk and saliva. His breath smelled like me, so much I had filled him. "Want me to do the same to you?" I hinted at his own massive cocks, harder than mine, dripping so much it was forming a lake underneath him. I inched closer and placed one of my hindpaws on his lengths and gave him the beginning of a pawjob, feeling the throbbing flesh against my pads, so thick, so strong... he shot a long rope that covered well over a dozen feet and landed on his pillow on the other side of the room. How I wanted to taste that... I spread my toes, looking at the stringy mess he had made of them, going back to rub and tease him until his knees bucked and thrust in my paws, burning flesh rubbing against my feet. He pulled back all of a sudden and I was left alone with nothing to play, so I teased him more, bending my neck and back so that I could lick my own paw pads of his pre, looking straight at him as I collected his lust on my tongue and swallowed it. A few more minutes of foreplay and I'd be ready to go again, but things seemed to go in another, less messy direction.

"It's fine, I'll..." he looked over at Cynder, she gave him a wink. "I'll ask her to tend to me. She's not just getting lessons from you just to please you." Oh, I see. Well, as their personal sex-guru, I was more than fine with allowing them to experiment on their own... free time. "If she's half as good as you made her look like, I bet I'll... like it a lot." She purred and rubbed her flank on his.

"In time dear. Now, since your extra present has been given, Alastair, how about you give him yours now? I think it's time." Alastair nodded and grunted, every muscle in his body contracting to get those juicy cocks back in their slit. He had a much greater control than I did on his desires, even though he clearly needed that release more than me, but since I was due another gift, his gift, he had to get back in a more presentable form. With a loud and lewd squelch, he retracted his lengths inside, leaving behind a long and slick trail of pre that ultimately ended making a mess of the scales around that puffy slit. "Hold on." Mother purred and snuck her head under his belly, tongue gently but utterly thoroughly cleaning his slit scales until they shone with a decidedly less lusty glint.

"Was it necessary?"

"Yes and now stop standing there, lead us and be quick! I cannot wait to see." Her giggles were contagious and soon I felt the same giddiness envelop me, my steps more springy, a smile on my face.

When I was still human, so long ago, I never felt this happy for a present: I grew up not poor but without the chance to enjoy most of my birthdays, much less celebrate any other occasion that wasn't highly religious. Christmas and Easter were the only moments in which I would get presents of some sort, but even then they were mostly food, clothes from aunts and grandparents, some pocket change if I was lucky. It wasn't bad by any stretch but... my family always had this... strain, this reluctance to celebrate, to give me or my cousins anything, so I guess I never got around to be excited for a birthday or stuff like that. Cynder and Alastair proved to me that one could find joy in every little event one could think of: the first time I hunted my first deer they took me for a long walk in the depths of the caves, the first time I succeeded in any kind of spell she made me a great dinner much like this one, the first time I passed one of Alastair's nightmarish training lessons he made me a small statue out of obsidian that depicted me in a far more glorious air than I deserved and hunted a rare creature for dinner. He was bad with words and brash at best, but he was really, as mother said, like a hard candy with a soft interior, one just needed to chew for a while through the outer shell. I found happiness in sleeping with them and not only because they protected me from a world in which danger was far greater than on the one I was born the first time, not only because they smelled good and appealed to the more... feral side of me I was growing to love and accept, but because they had given me so much in exchange for my company and little more. I knew they wanted children, I knew they tried but I didn't know if they had ever succeeded in centuries of life together. As far as I knew, I was the first to call them as parents and for that, they pampered me, maybe too much, but it was fun to see the Great Protector Alastair and Potion Master Cynder blush and get all cuddly and happy when I called them mom or dad, especially that mean old dragon that pretended his tail didn't wag when I wanted to spend time with him. I could make them do whatever I want, if I pushed the right buttons but that would mean I was taking advantage of them and that wouldn't fly with me.

Alastair led us through a few tunnels that he seemed to have smoothed out with magic very recently and where the moss hadn't started to grow in just yet and left parts of the rock barren and naked as it could be. The further in we got, the wider some spaces began to look, rooms appeared to the sides of what could be a main tunnel that led deeper inside the cave system, a few miles at the very least if my gut wasn't wrong. We stopped when the last room opened right at the end of the rock passage, a gigantic space filled with little to nothing, only a big empty patch of grass right in the middle, above it a stone that shone over the whole area, giving the feel of being under the sun even when were we clearly not. He stepped in and fired off magic in all directions, giving a few finishing touches here and there, an alcove to the side, a secondary room right next to the entrance, a small basin that filled with water from deep underground around the grass. Cynder looked just as shocked as I was, carefully moving around with her snout pressed on the cold rock, sniffing and muttering something. The old coot just sat on the floor and looked at me, as if I was supposed to say or do something.

"It's... very nice, but what is it?"

"It's your garden, and your workshop, and your private quarters if you will." He barely said fifteen words altogether but they left me shocked like nothing else could at the moment: this? My garden? It looked... barren, empty, a little sad to be honest. "A few decades and it's going to look really nice, provided you keep your plants well." I looked up and around, merely poking my head into the many smaller alcoves that just seemed to pop up here and there when I walked near the wall, finding them just as empty. I tried to process those words: a workshop, mine, to use freely...

"Really? This is all mine?" He scratched his neck and nodded, a smidge of a nod in fact but that was already a lot for him. "Really?" This time I could actually see his head move. Oh my god. Oh. My. God... what did this mean? Everything! Literally everything! It was like having an apartment of your own in the city of your dreams, an attic in the tallest skyscraper, a cabin in a magic forest, everything one could dream of: a blank slate to use and shape to your very own will. A closer look to one of the many room outside this revealed forges, cold and inactive but clearly the same as his own, dozens of warehouses littered the adjacent alcoves, filled with jars and containers made out of stone or magic metals to hold minerals and materials. "Is the grass to grow my plants on?"

"When your mothers says you can." At this point Cynder, who had relegated herself to the side and did some exploring of her own, returned to her spot, purring loudly as she rubbed her head under Alastair's chin.

"Such a good father you are, you made him a whole house."

"He might need it if he wants to have some rest from us old coots and do his own stuff when he's older and more experienced." That seemed to make him frown and grumble a little but then a semblance of a smile returned moments later. "That is almost a century away though so worry not you old hag, you may keep him around you claws for a little while more." A century? Were they not planning on letting me go out of their reach for that much? Even for a dragon that must have been a long time. Either they were far too protective or they wanted me for their own personal enjoyment for that much time.

"Oh, I bet it's because you want to keep him to your side!" She gave him a playful bite he paid back in kind. If the heavens were to split open and gold rain from the clouds I'd be less shocked to see them actually get along for more than a few seconds. "That was very sweet of you." Cynder pressed her lips on his chin, just a little peck in a crude mockery of a kiss between husband and wife. "Now I might have to step up my game quite a lot to keep up."

"Just... try not to spoil him too much, alright? He needs to grow strong."

"As if I don't know you sneak to him fresh meat whenever you get the chance and cuddle just as much as me! Shut up and be honest." There we go again, back to the playful banter that left me in the middle of a giant dragon sandwich. I blushed a little because she was right: as much as he didn't like to admit it, whenever I was tired, he liked to hold me and let me sleep on him. He was warmer, like a stone left under the sun for too long, he had a different smell to him, his body was stronger, more muscular and every scar and nick on his scales a story in and of itself much like her scent was more than just one herb. "Now, let's get moving, it's time mommy gives her child her own gift."

Honestly, after this I was kind of worried just what she'd think of, what manner of wild things she was going to put me under only to not be any less than Alastair with her gifts. In the back of my mind there was always the concern that this would undoubtedly happen whenever I completed some major task in their decade-long plan. With some luck the next one would be his and not another concocting mess again, which would result in far less celebrations and far less... everything to be honest. I didn't mind but when you don't know just where one can go from 'a whole section of a mountain as your private bedroom cum workshop', it's all one big question. I looked around me for signs of the most unusual and quirky things, keeping it mind it was her gift I was about to receive, and so I missed most of the route we had taken to get to said gift. I was taken back into reality when she stopped but didn't stop in just any spot and made me bump into her behind. With me being just ten and only level with her hips, she knew just where I would end up shoving this damn snout of mine and that spot was her vent. Glistening from cooling arousal from my little morning wake-up call in the dining room, her scent was so strong I almost managed to grab her hindlegs and press deeper and deeper. She also knew how much of her scent was too much and pushed me away before I could get hard again, leaving me dazed with the thick sweetness of a female that wanted to be bred thoroughly and the pleasant light-headedness one gets when drinking a glass too much of wine. That pleasure didn't last too long because both moved to the side and before me was bared something that I had seen at most twice in this new life of mine: the entrance of the cave complex.

I had once lost myself when learning where things were and ended up here by mistake. I was curious so I got near it and before I could make five steps closer to that huge, towering crack in the mountain, Alastair caught me and threw me out of the way, several times the length of his own body between me and the entrance. Cynder had gotten there a moment too late to give me any sort of gentler rescue and it was then that they gave me the first lecture ever, the only one to be honest: they spoke of all the dangers, of all the horrible things that were beyond that entrance protected by all sorts of spells they had put on to block the passage of ill-thinking people and creatures. I remember being scared of what they told me, scared I would have died if I just made one step outside, just one step and I'd be eaten, crushed, burned, boiled, frozen... I didn't know what was beyond, they might have been honest, so no matter how much I tried to convince myself that they were saying that because I was too young for them to trust, that it was like the lies parents told children to warn them of dangers that might have happened. My own personal otherworldly bogeyman. The second time, well, I was wary of that entrance, but curiosity still got the better of me and the memory of the first time was still strong. I inched closer rather than waltzing as if nothing could have harmed me. I didn't even peek out of the barrier, I merely looked and saw things move, big things... shapes, twice my size easily, twice Alastair's size for some. It was no wonder and I hope no one will think me weak when in front of that passage and in front of my parents, I backed up.

"Is something wrong?"

"I-I don't know if I want to go out." Cynder frowned, a thing I almost never saw her do. "You told... you told me of the dangers there are outside and I know there are things bigger than you so... I'm not sure I want... to go out, just yet." I was embarrassed, I was afraid to look weak in their eyes and I turned my head away. I wanted to turn around and hide in a corner in shame. Instead, I felt a giant paw grab me and hold me in place, it wasn't mother, the paw was red as fire, so warm.

"Son, is there something you fear?" I had to nod. "And how do you plan to defeat it if you don't even face it? I didn't spend ten years teaching you the basics of combat and survival just to see you chicken out at the sight of the entrance of your home." I didn't dare look at him and covered my head in my own paws, curled up in a ball of shame. "What we told you years ago about the dangers, those still remain true, but it was true for a hatchling with barely any knowledge of how to stand their ground. Are you still that baby or have you grown?"

"I'm... not a baby." I whispered and heard a pleased huff over me, followed by a billow of pure white smoke.

"You are my son, I taught you many things, what use are they if you don't put them in practice?" I waited for long seconds and then looked up: he was there, his grin upside down facing me. "I trust you will be able to at least walk for a while, I don't want you to go too far and... well... we are here, are we not? What is there to be afraid of?"

"He's right." Mother puffed her chest, proud. "And even when his ass gets kicked by some tree branch, I'll be there to treat him." Alastair scoffed but left his reply at that. "Come on dear, let's have a walk outside and mind you: it's just a walk, you are not expected to fight anything stronger and fiercer than a bumblebee."

Ten years I spent in that cave, ten long and, at the same time, ten short years. I had come one day and all of a sudden I wasn't human anymore, I was a dragon, the adopted son to two great creatures other worshipped as gods in their own fields of work. They taught me but a sliver of what they knew and, in a sense, if I didn't at least prove that what little I had learned wasn't wasted on silly old me, what use was I as a son? I hoped that in some afterlife, my first parents from my human life looked over me and smiled, maybe proud, maybe even laughing at my fears and mistakes, just like these two grumpy dragons did.

The grass beneath my paws when I stepped on it wasn't some incredible grass with curative properties if mixed with milk and five other plants, it wasn't glowing, it didn't smell weird and it definitely didn't try to eat me alive: it was just... grass. That's it, nothing else. The trees went on for far more than Alastair's own height, towering over us and touched the sky, the air was clear, no traces of fungi, no cloying smell of minerals or metals, only fresh grass and flowers. Oh, those flowers: plain, old, boring lilies and forget-me-nots, small enough for me not to even notice them unless I stared straight down at the ground and looked hard. Had I not been a dragon in another world, I might have forgotten that I wasn't and thought I was back in my hometown. I looked back and saw them gave me the permission to go and run free for a little while. I will never forget that I am, by nature of my weird life, still a thirty something human with a past in a law firm, fired for having found out my boss was cheating on his wife with the very male and very young assistant, forced to move out and work in a café and yet, I was also the ten year old dragon son to Alistair and Cynder. It was a double life the likes no one could have, it was weird to have them live side by side, I always had problems making decision regarding which one to choose. I'll be honest: this was the day I realized for good I wasn't human anymore, an epiphany of sorts if you will. I liked taking walks in the caves and I was sure that I would have found the same pleasure in doing so as a normal human, but the sheer, unadulterated pleasure one can get from running at full speed in a sea of trees and grass as tall as you are, rolling around on the ground, free from the fear of getting cuts and nicks, free from allergies, powerful like nothing else in the world I was born in, able to taste, smell, chew on and find pleasure in... how could I not fall in love with my life? I liked being a dragon before of course, I liked studying but, at the same time, those studies had kept me from focusing on the true nature of everything, of what I had become, so many years spent working hard, learning, even though I had become familiar with my body but I never quite fit into it as one would expect. It was as if I was wearing the clothes of another man who shared some of my life and try as I might, there was still much we didn't share. Over these years I had gotten used to act like a dragon, talk, speak, walk, sleep like a dragon but I wasn't one just yet, only a human in dragon skin, I realized that a tad late I'll admit, but better late than never. I liked waking up under my mother's embrace, I liked her smell just I liked father's own overpowering musk, the taste of them on my tongue, their sweet voice of praise and the occasional reprimand that was lost soon enough. I was back being a child but with so much more freedom and knowledge I didn't know where to go and what to do with it sometimes, maybe it was good, maybe not.

I stopped after over an hour of frantic running and exploring, my lungs set aflame, my legs a tad wobbly and slumped on a giant tree which was easily three times as wide as my body. Minutes passed and at some point, that tiredness vanished, replaced by another urge to relieve some other pent up need. I got on my feet and lifted one leg, hissing when the stream of urine hit the tree, liberated from the pressure and still weirded out I enjoyed the feeling of pissing like this in the open, a bit like a dog. Once I was done, I sniffed around the area that I had marked as my own and in that moment, the ground below me started shaking and moving. The trees swayed left and right as something moved deep underground, breaking rocks and roots alike with ease, slowly revealing that it was no mere patch of dirt but rather a giant creature on whose shell plants grew high and lush. Its legs were just as thick as the trees that grew on top of the giant shell, its head poking through layers and layers of packed dirt, turning around to look at me and squint. Whatever this was , growled at me for pissing on its back and shook it again. I hopped down and watched it move away from the massive hole it had left where it once stood. In that moment, as cheesy and overused at it may be, but such are epiphanies (sudden and unexpected), I realized once and for all I was no more Michael the human. He was already long gone, ten years had passed and there was little to nothing he had left, only hanging on by sheer luck and the memories in this body of mine, everything else had become nothingness or forgotten. That didn't mean his life was wasted, oh no, on the contrary: I'd put all that knowledge to good work, but I doubted it would be for anything a human might desire. That said, some things I knew were inevitably linked to my past and those things would certainly make some dragons I knew very happy.

"Having fun dear?" My parents got closer to me and the creature, watching it move lazily around, breaking off chunks of rock to eat them, slow but majestic in its own right. I guess that was the thing I saw move years ago that scared me.

"Yes!" It was liberating to be so... happy for so little. Mother smiled and licked my snout. I liked it, always did, now it was more than just that. "Thanks for the present."

"I thought you'd like it but we do have to apologize for saying all that stuff to you and never giving you the right explanation."

"It's ok, I understand."

"You bothered an old Terr." I cocked my head sideways, like mother does all the time. She laughed when I did it, guess she didn't expect me to do it. "That thing over there. It's an old beast, maybe older than me and your mother, but it's not as clever, it's like a big cow, only that it eats rocks and dirt. You know, when we came here, the caves were much less developed, that was something we did, but the little that was open, we think it was this big old thing that settled around here and ate the mountain right to the sweet core. He doesn't mind about us, we don't bother him too much." I looked behind me as the Terr howled and bit into a gigantic boulder, the sounds of jaws crunching rock so loud they were almost too much. "Come on, let's go back before you annoy him so much he'll think you're a snack."

"I'd like to ask one thing, it's not a present, it's not a gift, just, one tiny request that... I'd like you to ponder over."

"Ask away dear." Mother looked at me with some worry and confusion. "Is something wrong?"

"I... I don't know how to put it... up until now I have kept my name, my old name and I never really... thought myself a dragon, not entirely. Somehow deep down in my mind I always thought I'd be human again one day, a silly thing really, or that the human me was still there and living with me but today I realized, he's long gone." Mother still looked at me weird but she had this warm light in her eyes that soothed me. Old as I was by human standards, I might have been born yesterday and by her long life, I actually was. How silly it was. "I'd like a new name for myself. Michael... doesn't sound much like a dragon's name now, does it?" Father smiled, a thing I never saw him do and like mother, he licked my snout, leaving me a dripping wet mess.

"We never did care you didn't feel a whole dragon, you were happy and studied hard, that was enough for us. How could we expect a human would settle into a different body with ease? Take on our customs and all the little quirks, pros and cons we have to live with? No, we thought in time you'd make a decision, in fact..." He looked at her and she nodded. "... at one point we decided that in case you wanted to return human, we would have tried to revert the process. Ten years did more than heal your wounds and now you're as healthy as you can be, armed with our knowledge and magic. In this world you'd be a king among men without even breaking a sweat and always welcome to come back to us." Me... returning to a human? The thought was unsettling, scary, a happy thing that I never knew about, a promise of a different future I could take if I just said yes. "Do you still want to be a dragon?" I looked at them and the fear in their eyes, the fear of losing me, the fear of being alone once more, for countless decades, spent screaming at each other to make the empty cave feel less lonely, no comfort in talking to each other, days spent doing the same things they had done for the past five hundred years. Leaving would be... cruel and stupid of me. There was no real decision to be made now, was there?

"And leave the two of you to bicker for the rest of eternity? At some point the rocks will get tired of hearing you and will kick you out. Someone needs to be there to make sure you're happy every now and then, right?" I smiled and never did I see them so happy. I was sandwiched between the two of them so hard I almost couldn't breathe at all, but it was a good hurt, the kind that is filled with a tad too much love to handle easily.

"Then we are glad to welcome you as our son, a second time, officially." Mother smiled brightly and looked at father. "As for the name... do you remember that one strapping young drake that we used to hang together when we were young? Black scales just like this little one."

"Marth... was it? Nice guy, knew how to hunt well and how to spend a good time with his friends. He was my best friend before we left to travel the world." They both looked down at me. "Marth, our son." God... can one cry of happiness, bawl your eyes out and still call yourself a man? I think because else I'd truly lose even that title. I think father cried a little as well but we pretended not to see that.

"I like the name, I'll have to get used to it so don't worry when you call out for me and I do not answer."

"Then I will make sure to shout it hard enough for you to lean." Gods help me she does so. "Come on, let's get back inside. I have a feeling we might want to celebrate this occasion."

"Mother please... it was such a touching moment, was it really necessary to say that?" I rolled my eyes as hard as I could and only heard giggles and laughs in response. Guess that parents never do change even in other species, always making their children embarrassed with their antics. One more thing to add to the similarities.

"We still have to try your potion dear." We do? "You worked so hard to make it, it's just fair we taste it." I doubted it would be such a great idea.

"Now that I remember, you never told me what's it for, I only heard you say the ingredients and the methods, not the function of that damned concoction." For close to half an hour of my personal nagging, I received nothing but cryptic answers or had my questions utterly dodged in every conceivable way: their lips were shut. I begged, cried and protested, claiming I wouldn't try it unless I knew what it did but only thing I got back was the list of components for the thousandth time, their properties told at length for every each one of them and a very 'if all these have these functions, what is the end result?', meaning she had managed to turn my personal questions into a lecture that only gave me a sour taste in my mouth.

"So, who wants to go first?" She looked at me and father who had this wry smile on his muzzle, either for the complaints I had or because he knew the horrible purpose of the evil concoction I had been forced to make. "Oh, you boring males, here I'll go first." In between the dozens of other containers of potions and magicked herself a portion as big as my paw and drank it. "Now on for you two." Father got his share and almost had to force me to drink it, but if they had done the same thing, it was just 'fair' I did the same. "There we go." It burned a little when it reached my stomach and it seemed to dissolve as soon as it got there, leaving me full one moment and empty the next, peculiar if anything.

"Now can you tell me what does this do? I'd like to know if I'm about to explode." They laughed and grabbed me, shoving me right under their chests as they lay down with me in the room next to the storage. The fact that they wanted to move to another place wasn't a good sign that they hadn't done something very worrying or dangerous for me, but, as I was in between a rock and a soft place, I couldn't stay mad or afraid for too long. Mother held me close to her chest while father tried to haggle for a share of my time every now and then, my nose going to town from one scent to the other.

"I'll tell you a story instead." Queue another roll of eyes please. "I met your father nearly six hundred years ago when I was but barely out of my teenage years: he was such a handsome fella, already with his share of small scars on that big butt of his from when he tried to fight with some other drake for my attention and got bit in the left cheek." I head the slap of a massive tail on what could have only been a very scaly hindquarter a moment later. "Even though he wasn't the strongest and definitely not the most fit or handsome, he had the tenacity to drive out most of the others that wanted a piece of me. He lost a few teeth and a few scales here and there, got kicked pretty badly almost all the time until he began to actually get some wins. We travelled far and wide together, some of our best years and the times in which we saw the world. I reached the first heat when we were resting in a small kingdom of humans, far to the north, all was covered in snow and even though I was no virgin because this big grumpy old dragon here wasn't the type to hold back, it was still like our first time together." I was lost both in the story and in the scents surrounding me, sweet, strong, vanilla and ash. I didn't know where to turn. "But it passed and pleasurable as it was, we didn't get an egg. We thought nothing of it and waited for the next one, travelling a few years more and stopping to make friends and rest. The second heat came and we took residence in a big lake, right on the shore, along with another couple of dragons and one of wyverns who were all very nice and cooperative. When they were growing heavy with eggs and I was left with nothing, we moved for another place." I was slowly beginning to understand where she was going, then father took the reins of the story, as she wasn't able to speak clearly anymore. I felt a little sick, giddier than normal to be sure, happy and sad.

"The seasons passed and we didn't understand why this was happening, it wasn't normal, we tried at every turn." His claws dug into the ground, leaving deep marks. "Fifty years we tried. We saw our friends have their children and a couple even grandchildren where we had none. It wasn't important, we had each other, but it hurt a little to know we couldn't have any."

"So mother is..."

"Infertile, yes." She looked down, seemingly ashamed of herself and her body. It hurt just to see it, more than I could have imagined. "Your father stuck to little old me even when other younger females wanted his attention, though."

"I made a promise to you in front of your mother to keep you happy and not go chasing tails. Gods above forgive me if I did that, the old female might have been dead for the past four hundred years but I am sure that if I were to do that now she'd come back to life and hit me again." He puffed his chest, making the atmosphere in the room cheerful for but one moment, and then it was gone again, just like that. "One day we stumbled upon the Terr outside, found the caves he had dug when still small enough to fit and decided to rest for a few years, try our luck one last time and see where life brought us. We found the Well soon after and the rest is mostly history that we already told you."

"What you don't know is that as soon as I learned how to make potions the way I do now, once I was able to catalogue as many plants as I could and made progress in my field, I tried all that I could to, well, make a potion that would get me egg heavy. It never happened." Another sad and desolate glint in her eyes that vanished as she looked at me with a sly yet pained grin. "That didn't mean we never tried other more traditional methods. Alone, safe from prying eyes, ah, we spent weeks doing it every day for hours till we fainted and when I developed the potion to make my body think I was in heat, those were the best days, so much to do, so much energy." Why did I not like where this was going? Why? "The potion I made to help me go in heat artificially is the one we drank a moment ago."

"WHAT?"

"Relax, it doesn't work at all but it's got a nice taste and when it kicks in... it's the best aphrodisiac in my inventory." I took a deep breath to calm myself but that had the opposite effect than what I had in mind: the air had slowly but surely gotten saturated with a thick, cloying scent, heavy, dizzying in its potency. I shivered and saw that father was shaking as well, his claws ticking on the ground, his nostrils flaring each breath he made. "It quite powerful and lasts long and... makes any male able to go for days." She stared into my eyes as she said that last part. I took another breath and it burned its way into my lungs and inside my brain. It was heavenly to say the best, I wished to breathe this scent in forever and ever. "And I see you like it already."

"What is there more alluring and delectable than a female in heat after all?" Father grumbled, a pleased rumble that shook me to the core as he shifted around, lifting his leg to show that beneath his body he was growing aroused as well, the first hints of his cocks poking out of his slit. My nose twitched and I rolled around on my back, noticing that I too was growing hard, or harder, since I was already out of my slit and dripping

"Primed and ready to go." Mother dipped her head in between my legs and stole a lick, dragging her tongue on my cocks and stars exploded in my head. "A female's heat makes everything so much more intense which is why..." The two of them got on their feet and, as they stood up, looked at me in hunger. Underneath her belly there was a long trail of arousal, dripping down her legs onto the ground, her scent even more dense and powerful than father's, sweeter and so much more inviting than ever. "... we ask that you take that human inside you and let him have fun." Oh, I see, that's where they were going from the beginning... "Please?" If she were a human she'd bat her eyelashes and beg, but she was not and she needed far less to convince me to do anything: she turned around and lifted that thick, meaty tail of hers, baring a slit so swollen and puffed, drooling lust in large drops, I could hardly say no. Her hips swayed left and right, my eyes following her honeypot, just like father was. His lengths looked far bigger than normal, engorged with blood, dripping pre in thick gushes that left the stone for dozens of feet in front of him drenched in it. "I'll do anything for my son." I got up, my legs shaking in all of this dizzying smell that clogged my throat and mind. Beneath me it felt as if I could come just from breathing, the sheer potency of her heat left me but a panting mess.

"If... if you ask nicely... I may think... of doing just that." There was no asking done: she inched backwards in my direction and with her tail shoved my snout right under her snatch, coating my scales in her lust. "Ohhh.... Fuck me..." In that moment my brain might have fried and I wouldn't have cared in the least: the taste, the smell, the heat of her sex, the contractions of her walls but a few inches away from my tongue, I nearly lost all composure but, against the insane need to shove my cocks inside her, to plough her till I fell limp and panting on the floor, I held on, somehow but cocks were truly cumming pre all over the place, making a mess of her hindlegs and her belly scales. "So... here's what... we'll do..." I kept licking my snout from those fluids, each time I felt them on my tongue brought me closer to my orgasm, each time it made my cocks feel as if they were on fire, spewing pre in such large amounts I could have rivalled father in the long run had he not been under her influence as well and making an even bigger lake of fluids. "Kiss for me." They didn't wait a single second to open their mouths and lock their tongues together, saliva mixing in the air as they tilted heads, practicing something no dragon would do at best as they could, their lewd sounds, their moans adding to the cacophony of dripping lust beneath our bellies. I shoved my snout inside her vent, lapping at the fluids from the sweet source, over and over they filled my mouth and when I emerged from that hot vent, the two were still kissing, lips stuck together, tongues slithering in between the seal, dribbling saliva all over their chins. "Now, now, I say that's enough." Father looked at me, hungry for more of whatever lewd idea I had to offer, his cocks throbbing so much I could see the blood vessels pump their cargo from where I stood, his pupils dilated.

"What now... more of that frotting? I liked it a lot and we haven't don't it in a couple of months..." I remembered, he was indeed quite fond of that, the friction of cock on cock was sublime but no, not today.

"I saw we spice things up a bit, father. Today, mother's our plaything." She purred, sneaking her head under his chin, going lower and lower still until she was licking the very tips of his members and making him shiver as they coated her neck and head in goopy pre. That gave me the best idea yet. "Today we double-team." His head perked up. "Line her up." She protested while he dragged her from her lust induced stupor, he himself humping at her mouth. "Open wide mother." Her maw shot open, tongue lolling out and letting her hot breath that still smelled of my own spunk wash over his flesh. "Use her as if you were mating her from behind." Both purred and both seemed to like the idea, mother quickly settling in position, instinctively lowering her haunches for the good breeding that was to come, though from the 'wrong' end of her body.

I looked in rapt attention as he lined his cocks with her mouth and her tongue grabbed them, slowly pushing one inside her throat, the massive spear of hot flesh easily going into the inviting gullet and closing behind the first fat few feet. He roared and pushed deeper, the shape of his cock so massive it showed through her neck scales, the pumps of his testes powerful enough to bloat her still and dump loads into her stomach. Low as her most basic instincts told her to go as father began to truly understand the value of a female who didn't have gag reflex and all the will in the world to deepthroat cock like there was no tomorrow, humping with enough strength to make her work to stay still, I found myself at more than level with her vent. She was still a tad too high but that was nothing a little jump couldn't fix and so I did, clawing at her backside, not even scratching her scales tempered by centuries of hardships and training, my cocks smearing those pretty shapes into a drooling mess of sticky fluids almost worse than her own doing. She shifted her tail to the side, giving me even more of a reason to rub my lengths on her slit, the sheer heat of her passage seeping through my flesh to warm my core up. I grabbed her sides as best as my short arms could and used her rump as support for my hindlegs, my tail the tool with which I grabbed my own cocks and shoved them inside her. She squealed as much as someone with their mouth chock full of hot salty flesh could, mewling as two males mated both ends of her body, one massive enough to spear her with one half of his maleness, the other small enough to fit both and use her backside as rest and ramp for rutting. I felt wild, powerful, a dragon as I pulled back a smidge and rammed my cocks inside her again, her walls not just clamping down on me, downright trying to rip them off so strongly she wanted me to stay inside and fill her up. The potion she gave me worked against her in this case, made her so slick and lubed up she lost her grip but didn't lose the pressure she put on me, each pump and thrust into her a titanic effort, overcome only by the desire to make her mine and shoot so much of my seed into her chamber that that belly of hers would bloat under the strain. I mated her as if my life depended on it, growling, clawing at her, rough thrusts that had no grace, no beauty in them at all, only rut and sex was left. She purred, grunted, swallowed shot after shot of pre father was dumping inside her belly, his free cock swinging on her neck, shooting its loads all over the place, on the floor, on the ceiling, on her back and me, practically covering my whole body in dripping fluids, a warm, goopy coat. I licked her and myself clean over and over, looking at him as he lost his mind in the moment, his lust making the need to breed even stronger now that I had a rival to keep up with. However, one thing I didn't take into account: experience. Though addled with lust and desire, she wasn't some young female, she knew what to do like the first time she allowed me to mate her, her walls having a mind of their own, squeezing in all the right places at the right times whereas her throat was a new cunt for him to plough and seed. I was young after all and I came first, my first spurts making her squeal and buck, stopping to counter father's thrusts in the attempt to milk me for all I was worth and milk me she did, pulling my seed deeper and deeper into her honeypot every time her vent contracted around me. The imperfect seal of her slit made the excess seed splatter on my tail and haunches as well as on her inner legs, onto the ground to add to her poll of feminine lust. Minutes passed and her contractions, wracking her whole body without end, thanks to a long wait and excitement, days possibly, climaxing over and over herself, which sent the dragon at the other end into his own heaven made out of liquid bliss.

I saw her throat balloon out with his loads, impossibly dense shots that made my own pale, one after the other, filling her up within the first minute but not stopping there, not even close. The other cock made the musk in the air thicken a thousandfold, turning the swampy, sweaty room into a chamber full of the smell of sex and rut. That towering pillar, twice my own size with ease, throbbed, gushed seed and covered me from head to tail tip in dense and warm spunk, time and time again until it was just ludicrous how much he could shoot and still be able to waste. The ground turned into a pool of pearly white seed inches deep and only when mother's belly was nearly touching the ground that he stopped, pulling back to fill her mouth in a mere two shots whereas I needed my whole climax, which she drank just as eagerly. They panted, her breath stank of seed and her lungs burned after gods only knew how much spent snorting slit musk and the smell of her mate. But father wasn't done: he pushed me gently to the side, his tongue diving on for my essence, licking it out of her snatch, attempting to scrape her walls of it, eating her out in front of me, spreading her, his muscle squirming inside her vent in ways I couldn't hope to achieve in the next century at least. Had mother truly been in heat, we'd be in competition for her eggs but she wasn't and so his attempts to be dominant came out more as hungry for cum and her fluids than mere male competition. Beneath his belly his cocks still leaked seed, still coated in her saliva, still looking juicy and tasty. I snuck under there, my mouth opening to taste him, failing to swallow even a tenth of that girthy rod but enough to nurse on his tip, the constant gushes of dense pre filling me as much as a normal meal could in the time he felt he had done a good job with his tongue. His tail shoved me aside a second time as he lined himself up and, true to five hundred years of couple life, speared her vent with both cocks with ease, her puffy slit welcoming both under the insistence and strain of such massive tools, but slick enough to do it. I saw her spread so much her walls were reduced to a paper thin ring against his cocks, both rods pumping in and out, slow, methodical and heavy thrusts that made her grind against the floor into the mess he had made. I was a spectator in my parent's rut, his style too rough for me to latch onto her mouth and use her as he had done, but I was happy enough to watch and stretchy enough to have some fun of my own.

I leaned on my side and lifted my right leg, both of my members bobbing heavily under their weight and fluids dripping from them, now reaching the middle of my belly, huge in comparison to me and big enough for a good, thorough cleaning. As mother screamed and grunted, her womb already bloating under father's assault, I opened my mouth and took one of my cocks in it: the taste of my seed which I was already familiar with mixed with her fluids in a dense, fruity and salty mix of frothy slime, cloying my senses and my tongue even more. My hips bucked, thinking I was tasting a female despite the saltiness of my spunk and the feeling of a cock poking the back of my mouth, pushing it deeper inside. My eyes rolled in the pleasure and depravity of it all, me, sucking myself off as my parents went at it with a burning passion, my muzzle rubbing on the other thick tool I had, coating my scales in my slitfluids and my scales coating it in father's spunk. I sucked, changing cock every few minutes, the scent of my own sex and the impossibly thick musk in the air still growing strong and more powerful by the second, our drive nowhere near the end just yet. When I felt my shafts throb harder and harder I shoved both inside my mouth and felt my stomach being filled with spunk, wad after wad of even thicker stuff clogging my throat, pushed deeper only by the endless amount still spurted out within my maw. I pulled back and revelled in the feeling of hearing my shots splatter onto the ground, hugging both cocks with my hindlegs, squeezing and stroking with my paws as the second round was lost onto warm and slick rocks until the last pump sent but a meagre pawful onto my chest. I rolled to the side and saw that mother was with her mouth open, drooling a mix of saliva and seed, eyes almost rolled back as father bit her neck, his claws holding her in place as waves, literal waves of essence splashed in between their scales, hips making lewd sounds with each thrust and wet plap. Her belly touched the ground, her chamber more than just full of seed, overflowing, breaking the far tighter seal of two cocks so thick I couldn't imagine the pressure behind each squirt of her abused vent. When father pulled back, still spurting heavy loads, there was a waterfall of massive proportions turning his scales into an even slicker mess and collapsed to the side, panting heavily.

"So... enjoying yourself?" She looked at me, eyes glazed with lust that told me she still had more to give as father took a breather for the moment. I was still hard, still needy, still dripping pre even though I had come twice and far more than normal, my belly showing a small pudge of my own making. Her sloshed heavily as it was emptied behind her. "I see my son still wants to go."

"Oh, you have no idea but..." I grinned. "I will exact my revenge on father first." He heard me but was too tired for the moment to respond. Were he not, I might have hesitated to do what I was about to, but the chance was too fat not to catch as soon as possible and that moment was now. Mother grinned back, unaware of what I was about to do but sure that what I wanted was going to be fun to see. "You're welcome to watch." I had to waddle through a puddle of warm essence to get to my destination, a spot that no other dragon had ever thought or even imagined of going near, as far as I knew, surely there must have been some gay dragon with a naughty desire somewhere.

"H-hold on... son! What are you d-doing?"

"Having fun." He tried to shrink away but the momentary fatigue of rutting mother senseless was showing even on his hardened body, even if for but a moment so his attempts to avoid my snout from slithering under his tail were all for naught.

"Son! Wh-what are you... that's his tailhole!" Mother too screamed in shock but I could hear excitement in her voice. Beneath father's tail was a musky heaven unlike his slit, no lewd taste of ash, no wetness of slitfluids, only raw, pungent, leathery taste of scale and pure male sweat, so dense it was deafening, so powerful it burned on my tongue and made the sweet smell of mother's arousal fade in the distance. "Marth!" She covered her mouth, bringing ropes of seed on it and flinging more in the air as I opened mine and stuck out my tongue to lap at the rim of flesh hidden from sight. Father hissed but the more I licked and kneaded at his cheeks, spreading them like the vast muscular orbs they were, the more I breathed on that sensitive flesh that had known no touch nor attention in his life, the more he had to grit his teeth and at last, let out a weak moan that shocked mother to the core. I came a little hearing that girly whimper.

"See? Just let me do my thing."

"Marth g-get out o-of there this instant or ohhhhhhh fffffffuck me..." He voiced his half-assed concerns or attempted to do so until I spread his ring with my tongue and shoved it inside, a mere fraction, but more than he ever thought was possible. He clenched but he wasn't skilled enough to stop me. The dense taste of musk and ass washed over me, a world in and of itself, leathery, so tasty I could spend days holed up under that thick tail of his and eat him out till he squealed, which, considering how inexperienced he was, didn't take that long. "P-please... son... do that again."

"A-Alastair!"

"Sorry dear... it feels weird but... oh gods, he's so good..." Father lost control of his legs and his dignity as his hindlegs kicked and moaned softly, my cocks hosing his pristine cheeks in pre over and over. "Gods it's weird." Oh, wait until the next part... but not right now, he was too fun to tease, taste, make moan like a female. "Oooohhh that's nice." I dug into that tight hole and felt him squirm even more, his taste burning on my tongue, then I pulled out. "Wh-why did you stop?"

"You're more than ready."

"F-f-for what?" I could see fear in his eyes but also, not so deep down, excitement, lust, curiosity and the raw need to have someone go back under his tail and lick him till he screamed again. In time he'd get that.

"Well, you can't shove me away from a wet vent and expect me not to take revenge."

"She's right there, just take your turn with your mother!" Oh, such a lewd thing to say, such a naughty thing to do, almost enough to make me change my mind: she sat there, dripping wet from his orgasm and her countless own, ready and ripe for the taking, for a third and fourth round if I so wished.

"I'm afraid I have other plans father." I climbed on his back, the position a tad awkward. "Get up and bend down or it will just be more painful for you." He swallowed his saliva, hesitated but ultimately did as I said, shaking as he got on his feet and spread his legs enough for me to get a good hold on him, his cocks bobbing lewdly under his belly, fat and dripping with leftover seed. "Now, onto the fun part." He was lubed enough, his taste still strong in my mouth, my cocks far more than just slick and very much raring to go again. I pushed one against his tailhole, a slight push that was merely the tip and heard him yell in pain. "Oh, shush, you didn't do that with my tongue."

"But... that was different. No male would do this."

"I don't care, plus... I head you moan when I ate you out, just like mother a while ago. So shut up and take a cock like a man." Funny thing to say to a dragon twice the size of me. I pushed harder and felt it sink into a blazing furnace of hot flesh and squirming muscles. Oh, that was good. There was something addicting in seeing such a powerful dragon ask to go slow and not push too hard while his mate watched and eat herself out, her tongue cleaning her vent with wild abandon. I pushed a few inches deeper and father cried out, his tailhole squeezing down madly. "Mother, shut him will please." She lifted her head and smiled deviously, a smile otherwise reserved for me that was now directed at another dragon in the room.

"Dear what are you..." She grabbed that big head of his and shoved it under her tail, rubbing her sopping cunt on the bridge of his snout over and over, glazing his scales in the leftover of his climax that still dripped from her huge paunch.

"Clean the mess you made."

I thanked her in my heart and resumed what I was doing. With his mind too busy lapping the copious seed flowing from her vent, he was silenced and his body relaxed in the fumes of her arousal, so close to the source, his nose shoved right against the sweetest of prizes. His tailhole loosened enough for me to push deeper still, half of my cock sliding in and out of that virgin passage, making it flex, strain, attempting to push me out with weak contractions that had the opposite effect on me. Somehow he still found the time to complain and ask I went slower and slower, to which mother pointed out he had shoved both of his members inside her and didn't even ask nicely. He shut up for good as I hilted myself inside him, the furnace of his tailhole so impossibly warm and slick. Try as I might, it was the third time and I was tired and overly sensitive all over, every push inside him a great challenge that I didn't have the energy to fight against and lost eventually, dumping loads of steaming spunk inside a male dragon's ass until the pressure made the warm seed spill from that not so tight hole anymore and splattered on my legs. He groaned and moaned, the cries muffled by mother's hot cunt on his muzzle but loud enough to be heard as he shamelessly dumped his own massive shots onto the ground, collapsing on the still twitching rods a minute later and panting heavily. I took some distance to admire my handywork and puff my chest, rightly proud for the mess I had helped cause and for being the sole reason of its existence. Mother pulled me in and settled me on her heaving chest among a small river of leftover spunk, kissing me with her seed-laden breath that honestly was a turn on, tasting father's dense essence, my own somewhere in there and hers as well.

"So, what... happened to the 'a male can go on for days' bit? He seems... tired."

"We're old, what did you expect? Had we done things the old way, he'd be still going instead of laying on the ground like that." She giggled and gave him a light kick that only made him grunt softly as his cocks retreated a fraction back in their slit. "You broke him."

"Not going to apologize."

"No need to dear, but the potion effects will last at least a week so be ready... tomorrow we start over." That grin almost made me shiver and be worried. Almost.

Tired, wet, covered in several layers of spunk in various degrees of stickiness and taste, we fell asleep for the moment, me on mother's belly, my weight helping her push out the endless cargo deposited inside her, father snoring on his back, legs spread wide and cocks still erect for the most part, dripping and slick in the musky air. He experience what I had gone through the other day, meaning waking up with his members tended by two dragons with the single goal of milking him for all he was worth and kickstarting another day of reckless rut. The potion seemed to have some adverse effects on me because I was far more tired than them, falling asleep in the middle of the day for no reason and waking up to their rutting in all rooms of the cave, a wet trail of fluids following them everywhere. Every combination of positions, turns, partners was tried and tested to no end, everyone was always ready, always panting and always far too needy. The times I woke up with mother licking father's tailhole and him moaning freely were getting more and more frequent, but the fun must have an end to it and after days of messy and steaming sex, the potion wore off and we woke up tried, cranky, thirsty and hungry. We ate together and spent a few more time sleeping the aftereffects off, just to be sure the next months wouldn't bring another mad rut like this. It had been fun, sure, but work and study wasn't something I could put off forever, still, my parents didn't quite see me in the same light, especially father who had developed quit the... passion for having someone under his tail and licking his increasingly puffy ring that demanded it be rutted whenever he lifted his tail. It was fun to tease him and remind him how girly he was in those moments. The paw-free orgasms didn't help his case either.

Life resumed more or less the same, with me studying day in and out, months passed without me noticing and the difficulty of the topics I had to learn was always a concern for me but few things were as scary as the first time I was brought along for hunting. Father gave me a brief overview of the prey I was about to face and then pushed me into the depths of the caves alone and armed with nothing but my body and all the knowledge packed inside my head. That day I ran through the tunnels with my snout pressed to the ground, searching for the animal's scent and its tracks only to bump into it when I wasn't paying attention to the environment anymore and only cared about getting to the end of that training session as fast as possible. I was caught off guard and unprepared for the creature's retaliation, the giant half-bear half-wolf uncaring of who I was or the fact that I was bigger than itself. I wasn't ready to shield myself nor quick enough to harden my scales like father taught me the year before, not that I was proficient in that particular spell in any way whatsoever, and so the claws that hit me didn't meet that much resistance and wounded me. The swipe came from the left, soaring through the air and tore the scales on my snout, leaving behind a bloody gash, three bloody gashes and the stench of iron in the air. That same swipe threw the bear off balance, the swing too forceful in its moment of fear and gave me the opening to fire al the magic I could to skewer the fucker in spiky rocks. I brought home not a meal but strands of fur and meat barely hanging together as well as the shame of having failed horribly. Mother tended to me and healed the huge scar that resulted from the encounter, father yelled at me because even though he loved me, that was no reason to make the mess I had made any less grave. Ten years of training for the basics and on the very first day I go and get myself injured by a random animal like an idiot. Is this the beginning of a bad joke?

Nevertheless the training I had to go through after that blunder to remedy my 'evident lack of skills' was even worse, the failure reminded to me every single day when I drank from the water spring inside the cave, those three gashes on my snout far too clear a memory even after months had passed. Father stopped going easy on me, if what he did before could be called 'easy': days spent tracking a single animal in total silence, no breaks, no sleep, weeks spent honing my sneaking skills, hours wasted by staring at an entrance to the lair of a dangerous creature in ambush. Why do this when I had magic? Well, because apparently I was too slow and so he'd teach me to live without it for a while, the only times I was allowed to use it was when making potions and that wasn't a breeze either. Mother amped up her training intensity as well, though far less rough and violent in nature, I didn't have the luxury of taking it easy. Making two potions at the same time, different times for cooking them, different ingredients, different methods of production... then three potions at the same time.

I don't know how long it took me to learn those skills but when I looked at myself again in a pond, the scars on my body had multiplied by a tenfold: they were on my flank, on my limbs, a bite on my tail from when it was almost chewed by a gigantic gecko a hundred levels below my bedroom, a new scar on my muzzle like a cherry on top of a ruined cake. One day I noticed I was almost at level with mother's shoulder, a tiny bit bigger if anything, but that didn't ever register in my mind for a good while, not until their hellish training slowly began to return to acceptable levels.

Father sent me to a week-long hunt for the millionth time and I returned with two creatures that had given me quite the challenge to track them down and kill them, their skills almost on par with mine, not to mention that they looked like gigantic spiky turtles with a temper worse than a tiny dog. It seemed that that one hunt was the last one, for the moment it seemed, mother didn't ask me to make three potions at the same time, only one or two and no more weird ingredients I had to catch myself. I took a breather and in that moment I saw what I had become: how many years had passed for me to change this much? Five? Six? I was easily 50% bigger than before, stronger by an incalculable margin, muscles oozing strength even through thick scales that I didn't realize I had grown, the scars gave me an air that was so like father's, rugged, strong, raw... I touched my horns and felt the bumps and counted them... last time I checked I had ten... now they were twenty-five. I slumped back, my legs weak as jelly.

Fifteen years? I had spent almost every waking and breathing moment of the better part of fifteen years training like my life depended on it? I counted again and again and again and unless math was failing me, I was really twenty five this year. Mother smiled when I asked her if I was mistaken and admitted that they had lost track of time as well, too busy giving me as much of their knowledge as they could and slowed down only because they remembered that I wasn't supposed to be wrung this dry in their attempt to make me strong. She had seen the scars pile up on my scales and she wished she could stop, but the huge one on my snout made her remember why. Once again I was shocked by their sense of time and priorities, the insane dilation that comes with age and my own as well. How can one spend so many years doing what I did and not notice in the least? Just how? It didn't matter, not anymore. After a decade and a half, I was granted a break, as long as I wanted.

I don't remember sleeping a week straight but that was what they told me I did first thing when father told me that I had passed his special training and that from then on I was free to use magic when hunting. Not that I was planning on doing that for a few months now that I was free. He did apologize for making me live through that hell for that long, but added, always, that he was doing it for my sake and, in a sense, I was grateful, not for the scars, but because I was much cooler looking now than ever before. Black scales make for an excellent look, the addition of so many unique details on them? Only made me appear more... mysterious. I was also bigger which was definitely a plus on the list.

For now, though, I was free to laze around and rest at least a year or two. I think I earned that one.