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"Have to keep moving. Need to find a place to spend the night."

This thought permeated Dawncaller's mind as he wandered the small lush forest situated at the edge of the Sky Kingdom. The small patch of nature was certainly beautiful, but Dawncaller didn't have time to sightsee. The sun glowed high in the sky, signaling to the hybrid dragon that it was already late afternoon. Evening would soon set in, and unless Dawncaller found a place to spend the night he'd be sleeping out in the cold.

"Of course, I wouldn't have to worry about shelter if I had fought someone else," thought Dawncaller sourly. "Stupid animus dragon."

Dawncaller's life was a simple one. Every day he'd head out into the wild, searching for a dragon to challenge for their territory. He'd fight them, defeat them, and breed them, before taking their home as his for the night. Come next morning, he'd hunt for food, then leave in search of his next lay. Dawncaller's life was one full of fighting and sex, and he loved every second of it.

That had all changed when he had met Crimson earlier that day.

It wasn't his fault, of course. How could he have known that the young SkyWing would turn out to be an animus? Animus dragons were exceptionally rare, on top of the fact that the SkyWings had supposedly murdered all of their animuses centuries ago. So when Dawncaller had challenged him to a duel, he had not been prepared in the slightest for the SkyWing to bind him in place with a simple spell. After mocking the hybrid for challenging him, Crimson set him free, though now without a little parting gift of sorts.

Dawncaller blushed, looking back towards his hind legs. Nestled snugly between his legs where his sheath normally sat, was a golden chastity cage. The device had no lock, leaving Dawncaller unable to remove it from his sheath. This proposed an issue for the dragon, for though the cage had several small openings to clean and pee with, he was kept frustratingly soft in his sheath. Unable to get hard within the cruel device, Dawncaller's member could do little more than poke its tip out the small opening at the front, dribbling precum in an embarrassing display of arousal.

Dawncaller reached back with a forepaw to give the cage an experimental tug. Of course, nothing came of it, except for another humiliating spurt of pre. Crimson had told him that the cage could not be removed by any normal means, and was enchanted to only come off once he had taken a total of one thousand loads under his tail. As far as Dawncaller knew, Crimson had been right about it being impossible to remove. He could not pry it open, nor cut it with his claws. He did not know if the cage was impervious to being melted with fire, though Dawncaller was quite opposed to the idea of burning his dick off, so he had yet to try it. Apparently the only way he would truly be free of the chastity device would be to endure breedings by other males one thousand times over.

"Well, nine hundred and ninety-nine breedings, now," Dawncaller said aloud, blushing as he was reminded of the soreness in his rump from Crimson's other "parting gift". Though Dawncaller was no stranger to being on the receiving end during a mating session, it had been extremely humiliating to be taken like a female while his shaft throbbed helplessly in its prison. Once the SkyWing had finished inside him, the cage had glowed brightly before returning to normal. According to Crimson, that was how the cage indicated that his breeding session had been counted towards his total. Repeat a thousand times, and the cage would come off. Supposedly. Dawncaller had nothing except the animus dragon's word that he would actually be released after getting fucked over and over again. It could be ten thousand loads instead of one thousand. Or it could be enchanted to never come off regardless and he had only given Dawncaller an arbitrary number to give him false hope.

The thought made Dawncaller shudder, though he quickly pushed it aside. At the moment, the most pressing matter was finding shelter for the night. He supposed he could try to find another dragon to fight for its territory, though Dawncaller was apprehensive at the thought of challenging another dragon while his chastity was so lewdly on display. It made him feel smaller and more feeble, and he had no doubt that any dragon he challenged would also view him as such. No, he would have to hope to find an empty cave or such.

After walking a little further Dawncaller's paws find themselves touching coarse sand instead of earthen soil. He had exited the forest to stumble upon a beach at the edge of SkyWing territory. Sand with stones and starfish stretched out before him. A small cliff overlooking the water loomed off to the side.

"I should have a look around that cliff," Dawncaller thought. "There might be a small cave for me around there."

He had only taken a few steps towards the cliff before a voice stopped him. "Hello there! What brings you around these parts?" Dawncaller turned to find a RainWing of all things staring at him, watching him with a keen interest.

"Who are you?" asked Dawncaller warily, taking a step back.

"Woah, relax." The RainWing spread his talons. "I'm friendly."

Dawncaller wasn't so sure. Most of Pyrrhia viewed the RainWings as little more than lazy sunbathers, but Dawncaller knew better. He'd seen competent RainWings in battle, and they were absolutely terrifying. Between their camouflage scales and deadly venom, RainWings had the potential to be the deadliest tribe of dragons on Pyrrhia. While many had viewed the RainWings' abstinence from the war as a typical display of their laziness, Dawncaller had seen it as a mercy.

Still, this RainWing had opted to speak to him directly, and if he had really wanted Dawncaller dead, he would have used those camouflage scales and venom to do the deed without him knowing.

"Who are you?" Dawncaller asked again.

The RainWing sighed. "Okay, so you're not the trusting type. That's fine. My name is Melon."

"Melon." The odd name left Dawncaller taken aback, and the tension in his muscles eased. "Like the fruit."

"Yup," agreed Melon. "I know, it probably seems like a weird name to non-RainWings, but it's not like you NightWings don't have weird names too. Speaking of, what's yours?"

"Dawncaller," the hybrid replied. "And you'll have to forgive me for being untrusting. Letting down my guard has already landed me in trouble once today."

"I'll say," grinned Melon, lowering his head to peek between Dawncaller's legs. "Cute chastity cage. Did your mistress lock you in it?"

"A rogue animus dragon, more like," growled Dawncaller.

This got Melon's attention. "You had a run-in with an animus dragon? Now that's a rare sight." This prompted Dawncaller to tell Melon all about his morning. How he had met the SkyWing Crimson and had attempted to defeat him. How he had found himself helpless before the younger dragon's magic. How he had been locked into this humiliating chastity cage as punishment for trying to get under Crimson's tail.

"...Supposedly it won't come off unless I get bred by other males a total of one thousand times," Dawncaller finished.

Melon whistled. "Wow, talk about bad luck. Go to challenge another dragon to a fight, and they happen to be the first SkyWing animus anybody's ever seen in like 3 millenia." The RainWing shook his head. "So what's the plan now? Go around raising your tail at any male who happens to walk past?"

Dawncaller blushed at the suggestion. He had no idea how he was going to deal with this cage. He wasn't the kind to raise his tail for anybody, but he had to get the cage off somehow. Would it be worth becoming a complete slut to free his malehood?

Melon grinned. "Haven't given it much thought yet? Ya know, if you want I could give you a filling real quickly..."

Dawncaller glared at the RainWing. "You listen to my story, and your first thought is how you can take advantage of me?"

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that!" replied Melon earnestly. "Not if you don't want to! It's just, well, it sounds like if you want that cage off you're gonna have to take some dick, and I'd certainly be willing to help-if you want it of course! I'm not the kind of guy who would take advantage of a helpless dragon like that."

"I'm not helpless!" Dawncaller snarled. Nevertheless, the RainWing had raised a good point. One way or another, he was going to have to take a thousand loads from other males inside himself before this cage was coming off. He might as well start now, with this RainWing who was willing to help him.

"...Fine," Dawncaller growled, after mulling it over a while longer. "I will allow you, allow you, to breed me."

"Good," said Melon. "In that case, why don't you turn around so I can see what I'm working with here."

Dawncaller glared at him. "Don't order me around."

Melon raised a paw defensively. "I'm just trying to help."

"You're just trying to get off."

"Uh, yeah. That's gonna help you, remember?"

Dawncaller growled again, but he knew Melon had a point. Slowly he turned around, lifting his tail to expose his plump rear to the RainWing.

"Mmm, that's a nice butt you've got there," Melon purred. "It's a shame you prefer to be on top. I've known many males who would go crazy to plow an ass like this."

Dawncaller's blush deepened. "Will you just get on with it?"

"Oh, I'll get on something, all right. But first..." Melon walked up to the hybrid's backside, admiring the way the sunlight bounced off it. He raised his paw and brought it down quickly, giving that plump butt a firm spank.

Dawncaller yelped. "H-hey! What was that for!?"

Melon laughed, spanking him again. "Sorry, I can't help it! It's so nice and round; I just had to give it a smack." The RainWing gave Dawncaller's rump one more spank and a firm squeeze before his paw moved lower, cupping the hybrid's testicles.

Dawncaller gasped as Melon began to play with his balls. "Ah-! Those are--!"

"A little sensitive, hmm?" the RainWing teased. "How long has it been since you've last cum?"

"Y-yesterday morning," Dawncaller gasped. It had been a small male SandWing who Dawncaller had challenged. Though the SandWing had put up an excellent fight, Dawncaller had been superior, and shortly after the fight had buried his knot in the sand-colored dragon's backside.

Melon snorted. "That's it?" He rolled the hybrid's balls around between his talons some more. "Only a day without orgasm, and these are already so heavy and full." Melon suddenly released Dawncaller's balls, leaving him panting with need. "Let's see if we can fix that," said Melon, as he finally climbed up onto Dawncaller's back.

Dawncaller shuddered in anticipation, his arousal heightened by the feeling of the RainWing's erect cock poking his tailhole. Just this morning, he had been a proud strong NightWing/SkyWing hybrid, eager to find his next victim to mount and breed. Now he was locked in a tight magical chastity cage, and his rear was about to be pounded by a RainWing named after a tropical fruit.

"Last chance," teased Melon. "If you don't want it, I won't force you."

Dawncaller's dignity was beyond caring at this point. He had already had his ass and balls played with by the RainWing. What more was a quick breeding?

"J-just put it in already!" Dawncaller whined.

"With pleasure," Melon purred, as he finally slit his wet shaft into the dark-scaled dragon's needy rear.

A hiss of pain mixed with pleasure escaped Dawncaller's muzzle as Melon's cock slid into his aching hole. The RainWing took his time, slowly feeding his length into the male beneath him until his knot finally kissed Dawncaller's tailhole. The two stayed like that for some time, until Melon leaned his head close to Dawncaller's.

"Ready?" he asked.

Dawncaller took a deep breath. "Ready," he affirmed.

With that, the RainWing finally gave Dawncaller what he needed.

The breeding started out slow, at first. Melon slowly shifted his hips back and forth, pulling out to just the tip, before shoving it all back in. Slowly but surely, Melon began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, until he was humping into Dawncaller with reckless abandon. Dawncaller for the most part just took it, with his chest pressed to the warm sand and his hindquarters raised high in the air, moaning in bliss as the RainWing pounded his hole.

"Haah?enjoying this, aren't you?" Melon panted out in between thrusts.

"Ahhhahuh," was Dawncaller's only response. He loved being dominant. Knocking down proud and strong dragons before breeding them had always given him a rush of power, but the few times he himself had been taken the hybrid had never been able to ignore the waves of pure pleasure that coursed through his body. Every single thrust from the RainWing was pure ecstasy, as though Dawncaller was flying for the first time again. Every time Melon's knot kissed his tailhole, Dawncaller let out a whimper, yearning for it to fill him and tie him to the other male. Dawncaller's caged member was leaking a constant stream of pre, dribbling out the cage's opening onto the sand beneath him.

Melon soon picked up the pace, stepping his hindpaw up onto Dawncaller's rear, using it as a stepstool to fuck him. As the RainWing's humping sped up, the pushes of his knot against Dawncaller's tailhole became more insistent. Melon growled, determined to push that bulb past the submissive dragon's anal ring. He thrust forward harder, rolling his hips until, with a roar, his knot finally sank into Dawncaller's rump with a wet *pop*.

As the knot finally slid into his backside, Dawncaller let out a cry of pleasure. He felt thick, powerful spurts of seed begin to flood his rectum, the knot sealing it deep inside him. Dawncaller's own cock twitched and spasmed in the chastity cage, sending out smaller spurts of his own cum that painted the sand white.

The two remained tied together, every twitch of Melon's length sending another spurt of cum deep into Dawncaller's bowels. The spurts gradually weakened, until with one final spurt Melon's cock lay still, held firmly inside his breeding hen by his large knot.

"Ugh," Dawncaller moaned, his mind a state of euphoric bliss at finally achieving orgasm in his cage. He did not care that he had needed to raise his tail for another male to cum, nor did he care when Melon gave him a few more playful humps, sloshing the RainWing's load around inside his rear.

"So, did it work?"

Dawncaller blinked. "Did what work?"

"Me breeding you like a female in heat, genius. Did your chastity cage accept it?"

Dawncaller blushed, having forgotten the whole reason why he had even agreed to let the green dragon mount him. Turning his head, Dawncaller peered between his legs. Like when Crimson had bred him, the golden chastity cage was now glowing, the signal that it had indeed recognized the mating he had just received.

"Yeah, it worked."

"Great," said Melon. "Wouldn't have wanted this to be for nothing. Although you clearly enjoyed it regardless, am I right?"

Dawncaller snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Can you try and pull out now?"

"While I'm still this hard? I'd tear your tailhole in half. We're gonna be stuck like this for a while longer."

So the two dragons stayed like that, with Dawncaller's chest pressed firmly to the sand, his rump locked snugly against the hips of the male who laid on top of him. Finally, after an hour, Melon gave a firm tug, and his knot slipped out of Dawncaller's butt with another popping sound.

"Finally," Dawncaller groaned, standing up as Melon was at last able to slide off his back. "How could you possibly remain hard for so long?"

"It's a gift," Melon replied wryly.

They stared at each other, the afterglow of their mating session giving way to the awkward fact that they were two complete strangers who had just fucked on a beach.

"...Soooo," said Melon finally, breaking the silence. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I'm not sure," answered Dawncaller. "I still need to find a place to spend the night, and then I guess I need to come up with a proper plan to get this cage off."

"Hmmm," Melon tapped his claws on the sand. "Y'know, you could come stay with me. My cave is certainly roomy enough for one more, and I wouldn't mind the company. Plus, you'd have a reliable way of getting your rear stuffed so you can unlock that cage."

Dawncaller pondered Melon's offer. The RainWing was most likely only in it for the easy sex, but easy sex was what Dawncaller needed if he ever wanted to get this cage off. Plus, he would also get a guaranteed shelter for the foreseeable future.

"Very well," Dawncaller said, tilting his head. "Show me to your place."

"Great!" Melon turned, calling over his shoulder. "It's actually not too far from here!"

As Dawncaller followed after Melon, he began to seriously consider the possibility that the cage was never coming off. "What if my cock is trapped in this stupid thing forever?" Dawncaller quickly shook those thoughts off. No sense in dwelling on that now. He wouldn't know for sure until he actually tried, which meant he had a lot more breeding sessions in his future.

Besides, Dawncaller had to admit that he enjoyed being mounted by the other male, who had effortlessly made him cum in his chastity. If he had to spend the rest of his life being on the bottom for stronger, uncaged males, then surely it couldn't be too bad of a fate?