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"You have come far, little human. Few could find my cave." The blood in my veins turns to ice, my hands gripping the oddly smooth, shaped walls of the cave. A burning yellow eye opens up, the pupil a deep bloody red. "You need not be afraid; your kind like light, do they not? I will illuminate this place."

Something enormous shifts around, the faintest shadows revealing to me a powerful body, a sound like a tarpaulin flapping in the wind as a pair of what might be enormous bat wings flap about. Of course. Dragons aren't supposed to be around here, but since the beast opened his eyes, I knew what I was seeing. All I'd been doing was taking count of the local flora.

I'm not entirely sure what the dragon does, only that his flame sparks through the air before arcing in blazing streams around the entire cave to light up torches carved into the stone. I look at one close by me; what sort of kindling does it use to maintain its glow? Then the dragon clears his throat and I look back at him.

In the light, I can see him standing, my head terminating around the lower part of his thickly plated chest. The scales of his body are black at first, reflecting the light of the flames. Then I look closer (Avoiding his piercing yellow gaze.) and see each has their own little reddish hue, creating subtle splotches of redder scales whorling through the darker ones in a mind bending pattern. His wings seem to stretch forever, the shimmering colours shot through the membranes boggling my eyes. He dips his head, and I note his massive curled horns. Holy shit, this isn't just a cool ass dragon- this boy's a fully grown bull, at least a few decades into his life. There aren't supposed to be any within a 100 kilometre radius.

"Yes, I am rather magnificent." The dragon smiles a toothy smile. I nod feebly and feel my brain scream at its blankness.

"You are," I say eventually. "How come you're here? Bull dragons don't settle so close to cities." I flush; was that the wrong thing to say? "I mean, that's what I heard from papers- I'm a biology major." Do dragons even know what the fuck a biology major is? I'm sure I look as dumb as hell to this beast.

The dragon swishes his spiked tail about. "It is not an ideal place; if I was mated, I would not be here." He sighs, the noise more rumbly than a human's would be. "Alas, without a bonded mate and a brood, I do not have high standing."

"That sucks," I say in a sympathetic voice, though for all I know, I could be doing him a dire insult.

He leans down, hot breath on my face. It smells like ashes and the air before a storm. The hairs on the back of my neck raise. "Indeed." His rumbling voice reverberates in my very bones. I get the sense he is thinking of something.

His tail lashes about. "Of course, there is a way; dragonesses do not come so close to the city, but there are still ways to find them. Or rather, to create them."

I feel his 'lips' touch mine in the best kiss a dragon's snout could leave, leaving a deep tingling in their wake. I purse them in response to their alien warmth. Then I lean in and kiss him again, glorying in the warmth that spreads through my entire body. I feel fuzzy from head to foot, but I don't mind. Which is weird. I give him a quizzical look.

"You could be my dragoness, if you wanted," he says. "I see potential in you; you would be a fine mother to many eggs." His snout twists up into a smile and he nuzzles me.

I look down at my body; unremarkable, short and unmistakably male. "How?" I say. The fuzzy feeling from the kiss still runs through my body, and with it my brain sees visions that make me yearn with longing, of lying down at my mate's side and nuzzling him, a belly full of eggs as... My ears burn.

"Like this."

He takes me into his embrace, powerful and warm. The scales of his forelegs are gentle and sleek; he purrs when I stroke them gently. He puts his snout to my lips again. The fuzzy heat inside of me intensifies.

My face is changing shape; I wish I had a mirror as I feel it stretch out. The dragon lets me go so I can reach up and rub the ridge of my nose that is changing its angle and softening, merging into my snout. My lips have turned hard and nigh non-existent, stretching to the edges of my blunt snout. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"It does," I say in a slurred voice, because it's difficult to speak when my mouth is an entirely different shape that my sharpening teeth and lengthening tongue aren't entirely compatible with. Getting used to this is going to be a bit of a pain.

He gently touches my nose with his long, curved talons, the growing scales gleaming purple with a violet gleam. "You're a beautiful colour." I flare my nostrils in pleasure, musk filling them.

My muzzle curls up, taking in the thick scent that my brain immediately supplies the name of; arousal. Saliva builds in my mouth. My dick pulses with excitement and raises up in record time. It feels tight against my once loose trousers. I hadn't noticed I was growing until now, when my shirt and clothes are all tight and my ankles are showing a few extra inches and muscle. Not long before I break out of them.

The sides of my head begin growing scales as I wrap my lengthened arms around my mate's neck and put my ears against his chest. His heart is booming in a great rushing river of blood, his scent of arousal growing into a solid wall of hormones that makes the tip of my cock ooze pre-cum that soaks through my boxers. And then I see his cock.

Is it strange that I haven't been thinking about it until now? Honestly, I wasn't sure if a dragon would even have such equipment- he doesn't seem to have any balls that I can see behind his massive sheath. The exposed length of his magenta cock isn't even all the way out of the sheath yet, and it's a massive, veiny rod as long as my forearm and broader. It pulses with his virile blood and seed, dripping like my cock. His beads of pre-cum are so big there's already a puddle on the floor beneath him.

My mate tenses up, lowering himself, shuffling around bashfully. He hasn't got much action for a while, has he? "Don't you worry," I say with a grin, crawling on my belly, hands bigger and capable of holding his massive rod. He gasps when I touch it and stroke it gently; I have to be cautious because claws are growing on my fingers, and while they seem soft and blunt, I don't think they're staying that way for long. As I keep on with my handjob, I reach upwards and massage the tip of his cock, teasing around the hole for more pre-cum. It's good lubricant; with the tips of my fingers, I brush it all over his now fully exposed cock, one hand teasing about his base, the other playing around the thick, broad base and squeezing.

"D-don't stop," he growls. There's just one problem; my claws are long and thick now, disproportionate on my swelling hands. One wrong move and I've mauled him. What now?

A throaty noise that's sounds a bit like a pathetic growl comes out of my mouth as I consider. My tongue flickers around; it's double pronged and thick with saliva. Of course! "Hope you like this," I say, and wrap my tongue around his thick knot.

He moans wordlessly, claws scratching the ground. I still have to careful- my teeth are sharp- but I move his dick into my long snout to better caress it. I've never tried something like this and have a terrible gag reflex, yet when his bulging tip brushes against my throat, I don't spit it out. God, I wish I had an even bigger, longer mouth so I could swallow the whole shaft. As is, the dick swells bigger and bigger in my mouth-

My mate roars, a cry of pure pleasure and victory. In response, my own dick spurts out in a surprisingly intense orgasm that sends ripples all down to my knees; I almost bite down on his shaft, and I would've if it wasn't for the massive ropes of cum sliding down my throat which lets me do nothing except for swallow.

Dragon pre-cum tastes like normal human cum; dragon cum tastes like fire and musk, an intoxicating flavour filling my belly boiling hot and tingling. My thighs rub against each other, cock somehow erect again already. Is it just me, or does it feel a bit smaller? I don't concentrate on that. The cum takes up most of my focus. It goes on and on without end, my stomach going tight, then taut, a dome arching beneath my shirt until it rides up my growing gut. I'm fat off my mate's cum.

Finally, the deluge ends and I have to let go. He scuffles away to give me space as I take a few deep breaths, heart pumping fit to burst and every inch of skin and scale trembling from arousal and afterglow. He lays down beside me, nuzzling my snout first, then lowering to rub at my belly. It grows under his caresses, a beer belly to rival Santa Claus. The rest of me puffs up too, because until now my body was so stretched it was beginning to look unhealthy. While petting him, I happily pinch my bulging dragon cheeks and coo at the big plated scales running over my belly and chest, covering the skin still clinging to my chin. Seams get tight, every roll of my body straining in tight relief underneath my clothes. Something's gotta give-

POP! Swollen flesh frees itself from its prison, shirt flying in pieces around the cave. My trousers split apart in a less spectacular way, the rear remaining under my fat ass. There's just one problem- my boxers are stuck. They're so tight skin and scale is showing through the seams, so tight my cock is burning from pain at being shoved against them. There's another pain too, at the base of my spine. My mate notices my pain and lunges with bared fangs.

"Thank you," I rasp, standing up. I notice a weight at my back where the pain was, like a counterbalance against the (ever lighter) weight of my cock. It's getting heavier, moving as I move, but I can't see it yet.

My mate nudges me, rubbing his head against the bulge and my asscheeks. I become limp and go to my knees, feet stretching out into an animalistic shape. When I look over my shoulder, I gasp; I have a tail! It makes sense, but it's fascinating to watch it move around at the edge of my spine, thick and fat. I raise it, because for some reason it feels wrong to let it drop. My arms begin pushing me upward and it doesn't hurt. Thick scales dance around my shoulders and in bulges on my back, which are already resolving themselves into long wings. Saliva drips from my mouth in longing, tiny dick rock hard. I get the sense it's time for the main event.

"So beautiful," my mate whispers, his arousal in the air. He's standing over me, the warmth of his massive cock palpable. I feel a droplet of pre-cum drip onto my back.

"You too," I say as his tongue reaches for my dick and licks.

I yelp in surprise; it feels like an orgasm yet nothing comes out, while his tongue tightens around my cock in a loop and continues working, orgasm after orgasm coming out of me. Tears of pleasure bead in my eyes, animalistic cries filling the air. My brain, my heart, my very soul, it's like the oral he's doing on me is setting it all ablaze into one big fire of horny.

My back arches, his tongue loosening around me. For a moment there is emptiness, then I feel a slit open, a fresh new hole to be claimed by him. I'm female now, a growing dragoness that's now up to his shoulder on all fours. Meaning I'm completely ready to take his cock and be bred.

He's on the same page, I can tell from his scent and the way he tenses in anticipation about my dick. He doesn't put himself in yet though, winding me up with licks around the opening and my clit, fluid dripping from his efforts. My thick tail waves through the air. "Come on, come on!" I cry eagerly, knowing what words he wants to hear. "Fuck me! Breed me until I'm fat with your eggs!"

He goes all the way from his first thrust, my mate's massive cock tearing its way through my welcoming hole all the way to my cervix. The tip bashing against it hurts and fills me with pleasure at the same time, draconic instinct glorying in how pre-cum must be making its way into my womb already, prepared to impregnate me and make him his broodmother.

I have to claw the ground, dragging my fangs against it. My growing wings and the little digits on them brace me- there's no way I could stay standing without it. I can't think, can barely breathe. My whole cunt is one gigantic pile of pleasure that my mate is wringing every droplet of pleasure he can out of it; it's impossible to think over it. Instead, I screech my approval and feel the thick knot at the base of his cunt grow bigger until it stretches me wide open.

We come together, his claws digging into the scales of my side. "My mate!" I manage to say ; every bit of me is full of pleasure. My brain is full of it, even my claws are full of it. I can hardly move except to writhe around expressing it. He roars and I can tell he feels the same, cumming so intensely it's flowing around his filling knot into a slick coating on the floor.

Not all of it though. "Don't stop!" I yowl.

"I won't!" he cries. He composes himself enough to lean down and whisper in my ear. "Not until you're well and truly bred."

He's doing a good job of fulfilling his promise. My belly is swinging from side to side with each seed filled pulse of his dick, growing stretchy and hanging low compared to his trim stomach. It feels wonderful; my transformation responds to my pleasure and I get extra padding over my fully scaled skin, odd angles and shapes smoothing over into a proper shape. I'm a female dragoness, the perfect mate and mother. "I'm filling up with your eggs," I growl.

At last, his knot reaches its full height and ties him into me. He growls incoherently, clawing me again. The intensity of the seed he's pumping into me to massage the walls of my pussy into another orgasm.

"Big boy, aren't you?" I whisper, voice trembling from my fucking. God, I think I'm going to be sore tomorrow. "Using my new hole, filling me full of seed." Look, it's a bit lame, but he likes it and moans, his cum flowing like a cataract, knot stretching me wide open.

We go into a haze, my mate grinding into me and filling me up, me purring and sagging down full of cum. Eventually, his knot loosens, and he pulls it out, a river of cum falling out of my cunt. I don't know if it's because my cunt was new and not done growing, or if his massive knot stretched me out; either way, my hole is wider than it was before and looks used. Perfect, because no bull dragon will mistake me for anything other than a mate to another, stronger bull.

"My mate," he growls, wrapping his head around mine, wing covering mine.

"My mate," I echo with half-closed eyes, gently cleaning a bit of cum off of him. I'm massively fat, almost double chinned even as a dragon, my purple skins stretched over a massive belly and womb filled to bursting with seed. Soon it'll take and I'll be bulging with eggs too; I'll never be thin or empty ever again, my fertility evidence of my bull's power.

"There is a creek and sleeping quarters in the centre of the cave; we can wash ourselves and rest," he says, the promise of we'll do this again tomorrow clear in his bright yellow eyes. "And tomorrow we will claim some better territory, so you can raise our brood in luxury."

"Of course, my mate," I say as I waddle after him, already impatient for the next day.