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Aurora wanted to get pregnant. It was hard to do, though. The old adage of it always happening when you didn't want it, and equally, never happening when you did want it, rang painfully true. She had been trying for half a year now, desperate enough that she'd let all of her friends have a turn at breeding her, or at least, trying to do so.

And she still wasn’t pregnant. Not only was it a constant, gnawing need in the back of her mind that distracted her from work – and chores, even more so – but every time she went into heat, it amplified to the point of being completely unbearable, until she was almost feral with raw reproductive need.

To that end, she had taken a week off from work. Not just to fuck, though she was certainly planning on that, too. But first, the dragoness would read up on potential ways to boost her own fertility, or failing that, the virility of her partners.

In the end, it wasn’t that complicated. Oh, fertility was, that tended to be a very complicated process. Virility, however, was comparatively simple; at its most basic, all you needed was more cum, or at least, that was the conclusion she found herself drawing. If there was a way to simply concentrate all of a male’s potential into a single orgasm, she’d be sure to walk away with a bellyful of eggs. A precious, wonderful clutch to call her own. Aurora just about felt her womb twitch at the thought.

A few more late nights spent reading increasingly obscure websites with homemade guides on getting pregnant as quickly as possible didn’t reveal much, not until Aurora stumbled onto pages about hippogryphs. Those pages weren’t exactly what she was looking for – they described the sex-changing effects of hippogryphs on male dragons, either partially or fully, which was fascinating and rather hot, regardless – but one little blurb of text caught her eye.

Male hippogryph musk could, apparently, force a male dragon to have the best orgasm of his life. The strongest possible one, forcing their body to pump our every last drop of seed. After that orgasm, a drake's shaft would retreat inside himself, and his body would prepare itself for possible transformation: if nothing else happens, then he'd be back to normal in a day or so, but if he was subsequently inseminated with hippogryph seed, then he would end up more or less permanently female. At least, from the waist-down; their identities didn’t typically change, although the page cautioned that draconic identity, especially when it came to gender, was rather diffuse and amorphous.

Sure enough, Aurora thought about herself as a male. There was no significant displeasure in doing so, but it also wasn’t what she wanted. That said, she spent a few minutes imagining how males felt when deeply aroused. It seemed to be a compulsive, almost desperate need to rut, wrought by their own cocks, to the point they were happy to sink them into any welcoming hole. Fascinating stuff, certainly, but again, not what she was looking for.

The page did mention that female hippogryph musk followed by their particular nectar could do the opposite, if applied on their vents. Well, that was a thought to explore another day; for now, the increasingly desperate dragoness scrolled back up to the musk’s effects on males. It was them that she needed, after all, to get her belly properly swelling.

In theory, all she had to do was to order a vial of musk – she didn’t have a friendly hippogryph to turn to – and make a drake breathe it in, deeply, while buried inside her. Then, they’d cum as hard as they possibly could, and all of that precious cum would end up inside her. That seemed simple enough, assuming any of it worked. Without the application of hippogryph seed afterwards, they'd be just fine after having a day to recover, too.

But there was a tempting idea that bubbled up in her hazy mind. The notion that, if she wanted to, she could use the borrowed potential of a hippogryph to change a partner into a dragoness, or at least, partially. It wouldn’t exactly be ethical to do it without consent, Aurora knew that. But it was a rather hot thought, wasn’t it?

She eagerly ordered a vial of musk. Just a tiny bit would be enough, according to the instructions, and that’d be all she needed. And after some hesitation, she also ordered a vial of cum. Just in case she wanted to see one of her recurring partners or one-night stands end up needy, in heat, and probably pregnant. It felt rather erotic to have the possibility of sharing how she felt with someone who probably could only imagine it as an abstract idea.

Aurora already felt a little guilty about it. But that was much later, if she really wanted to try something new. For now, she just wanted to get pregnant, and after placing the order with next-day delivery, she scheduled a quick “appointment” with a friend, a black dragon named Xyn – Xyneth was his full name, but dragons only used those with strangers, not friends – who had already been doing his best to knock her up. The failure probably wasn’t his, but that didn’t mean that the dragoness couldn’t give him a little boost anyway, she mused.

She slept well that night, the gnawing need of her body kept at bay by the promise of soon being fulfilled. When she woke up, a little later than usual since she decided to sleep in during this week off, it was to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Only minutes later, she stood there with two vials; one was simply labeled musk, and the liquid within was clear. The other was labeled seed, and had something milky white and thick inside it. It didn’t take much of a genius to figure out what it was.

Aurora made lunch, and then got dressed in her sexiest lacey lingerie. Not that she expected it to stay on for very long after Xyn arrived, but she liked the way it looked against her mixed scales of purple and blue. Either way, Aurora wanted to get knocked up as quickly as possible, already leaking like a faucet, meaning she didn't really need any foreplay. Just the way the men preferred it, really, and in that state, she did too. She just needed to get Xyn’s beautiful, ridged cock inside her.

Sure enough, the drake arrived soon after Aurora finished dressing, and she rushed to embrace him, pleased to feel his cock through his pants, already stiff.

“Let’s give this another go,” she moaned. “Just get inside me, please. I need it. Get that cock inside me and breed me.”

Xyn was, thankfully, quite used to Aurora being in heat and desperately needy. That was part of why they had the relationship they did as friends with benefits. Though really, he was more of a stud for her to use, right now. He embraced the role, loved it even, and considered himself quite lucky to have met such an eager dragoness. He dutifully disrobed, letting his stiff cock spring free.

Only this time, Aurora seemed even more horny than usual. She tackled him into bed and straddled him, pinning him down with frenzied strength drawn from sheer need.

“Sure you don’t want any foreplay?” he teased.

“I need that cock,” she moaned in response, already rubbing up against him as she pulled her thong aside, baring her hopeful, receptive pussy, and immediately beginning to grind against Xyn’s ridges, delighting in the feeling of him throbbing so possessively against her lust-slick entrance.

Xyn smirked. “Just climb on then, you horny hen.”

It wasn’t as if she really needed encouragement; what woman in heat did? Yet, she still welcomed the guidance of his strong arms on her hips, lifting her up and into position, where all she’d have to do was to let gravity take the lead and impale herself on that virile cock of his, soon to perform a feat even more certain to get her belly swelling.

Aurora did so without a moment of hesitation, moaning deep in her throat as the drake’s cock pushed its way into her, inch by delicious inch, until it was nudged towards the very back of her vent, not against her cervix but snugly side by side with it, just as nature intended and demanded.

She began to ride him, clutching the vial of musk in her hand without letting Xyn see it. In the dim lighting, he didn’t have much chance to, even if he wasn’t spellbound by the gyrations of his hen’s hips, swaying and rocking as if she was swimming, with both grace and carnal urgency.

He helped, of course. That was his job – no, his duty – as a stud, and soon he was grasping her firmly, thrusting up and into that sweet, warm bliss between her legs with fierce and passionate abandon. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, which only made it a more beautiful sight for Xyn.

As much as he wished that these moments could last longer, it was hard to hold back with the dragoness wildly riding him, reciprocating every thrust with a clench that massaged his entire length at once, her pussy practically rippling around him in a needy bid to draw his cum into her. The scent of her heat filling his nostrils didn’t help, either. It made him growl out, doubling his efforts and thrusting roughly and sharply, driving himself deeper into her in a masculine reflection of the urgency Aurora both felt and showed.

This was how it usually went. There was nothing boring about the routine, of course; both lovers were always utterly caught up in their wild, frenzied mating, threatening to break the bed beneath them with how vigorously they thrust and bounced together towards the mutual climax they always had when doing it.

But then, the routine changed. Suddenly, sensing that her lover was getting close – his cock was swelling inside her and she could feel him throb – she uncorked the vial and dipped a finger into the musk, carefully sealing the vial again without the drake seeing anything, blinded as he was by lust. He certainly felt it though, when her wet finger swiped over his nostrils. Of course, so close to his orgasm, he didn’t think much of it, figuring that it was her own juices. Then he inhaled, and suddenly the world was awash with vivid colors.

His pupils dilated, and he felt something incredible building, to the extent that he lost his rhythm, simply laying beneath the beautiful dragoness as if completely stunned. He had no idea what was going on; for everyone encountering the musk emanating from its natural source, there was context. For him, none. Only pleasure, and that pleasure was incredibly overwhelming. His balls felt so full, his cock harder than it had ever been before as his body worked to expel every last drop of seed it thought it’d ever produce.

Then it did just that. The pleasure wasn’t just overwhelming, it was heaven. His entire form convulsed as he suddenly, violently orgasmed, flooding Aurora’s body with so much cum that it washed into her womb instantly through sheer pressure. The sensation of being filled made her cum too, her body shivering and clenching around him as she eagerly received every drop of the drake's virile bounty, milking him dry through the sweet throes of orgasm. The scent itself had no effect on her, but feeling how powerfully Xyn erupted into her certainly did, immediately soothing her heat until she felt like she was floating on clouds of pure, sticky satisfaction.

They stayed joined like that for a long time, cumming their brains out together as he finally – and successfully – fertilized her. Once she had dismounted, she needed to call a cab for Xyn, who could barely walk or think at all. His genital slit looked just like a female’s, but it’d recover with time.

“What was that?” he finally managed to stutter, as the two waited for the cab.

“Oh, just a bit of musk I found. It was good, wasn’t it?” Aurora crooned, not telling him any of the specifics in a very deliberate way, because there was something else on her mind beyond her impending pregnancy. Aurora couldn’t shake the fantasy of transforming Xyn with that hippogryph seed. Oh, she loved his cock, but there was a kind of delightful naughtiness in locking him into a half-female form.

Xyn didn’t ask, dazed as he was, and went back home.

Aurora spent the next few months finally, blissfully pregnant. She was over the moon with excitement when she first noticed that her belly was, in fact, slowly growing. The dragoness loved the sensation, and yet, she couldn't help but think, shouldn't loving something mean you want to share it? The vial of cum was safe and sound, sealed in her fridge, so every time she made food, she was reminded of it.

Being pregnant was wonderful. Wouldn’t Xyn like it, too? Sure, he was a man, but the feeling was just so indescribably wonderful. Maybe being in heat for a while would convince him, Aurora thought, as she ran a hand down the heavily gravid curve of her belly, already dreaming of laying that clutch, and then maybe eventually getting filled with another. But it didn’t have to be Xyn’s, necessarily. She had many partners.

But for the time being, she was satisfied, as her belly quickly grew day by day – a draconic pregnancy was shorter than for typical mammals, owing to laying eggs rather than birthing live young – until it was finally time to lay. That experience was almost as good as being filled with them, and her many, many orgasms as egg after egg pushed its way out of her stuffed body left her inevitably hooked.

Then, in that downtime between pregnancies, she made the rather ill-informed decision to follow what her darker urges told her to do.

Once Aurora was in heat again, she called for Xyn to visit, as she always did, and the drake – as he always did – was there as soon as he could, beaming with pride upon seeing the clutch, his clutch, nestled together softly on warm blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the eggs themselves that excited him, but certainly what they meant, products of himself and the stunning purple-and-blue dragoness’ body after he seeded her.

“Have any more of that musk?” he grinned, while once again disrobing to show off the cock that had already made Aurora a mother once, perfectly unaware that the musk was also what’d cause him to lose that cock, and worse yet, likely get him pregnant with the eggs of a hippogryph he had never even met.

He assumed everything was the same as always, that the dragoness simply wanted to ride his cock and get pregnant again. Initially, that’s how it worked out; the heated embrace, the frenzied groping as their muzzles locked together in a passionate kiss, the electrifying touch of their lust-engorged vents – and his cock, of course – grinding against each other. And then, her pussy impaled deeply on his swollen cock as they were quickly caught up in the throes of passion.

Only this time, it was different. She applied a quick dab of the musk to Xyn’s nostrils, and the drake, eager to experience another truly world-shattering orgasm and perfectly unaware of the fate he was inviting, took a deep breath. Again, everything dissolved into pure pleasure; swooping, spasming, vivid pleasure that left the entire world whirling before his eyes as it quickly washed over him.

Xyn tried to hold back, wanting to see just how powerful that musk-induced orgasm could grow, but it was like trying to hold back the tides, a dam of straw fighting the rapids. He lasted perhaps a few seconds longer than before, and then he was once again groaning in ecstasy, grinding and thrusting out of sync as his cock swelled inside Aurora’s body. She held herself there until his orgasm was over, and her body was once again full of Xyn’s wonderful cum, waiting for him to soften and shrink just like the website had told her he would.

The dragon laid there, still unaware of what was happening as his shaft shrank enough to leave space inside his vent for a hippogryph to rut his cum into. Of course, there was no such creature here, but Aurora had the next best thing.

“Okay, dear, just relax,” she crooned, a hand coming to rest on Xyn’s lower belly before slipping a little lower to that surprisingly feminine-looking vent and prying the lips open.

“W-what are you- oh, man, I can’t really think right now,” Xyn slurred, his entire body feeling just as weak and tingly as it was supposed to, for a future broodfather to get introduced to his new role.

“Shh. You don’t have to think,” Aurora continued. She uncorked the vial of cum that she’d saved for all these months, watching the pearly white liquid inside swirl as she shook it. This was certainly a point of no return. A kind of moral event horizon. But she had to see it in action, and so, propping a pillow under his rump to make sure all the liquid stayed inside him, she held the head of the bottle against Xyn’s folds and tipped it all into him.

The sensation that followed was strange. Without a hippogryph to give him an orgasm to go with the transformation, Xyn instead suddenly felt like he was melting, like his entire body was amorphous and malleable as the hippogryph seed changed everything inside him that it touched. His shrunken cock melted away entirely, a new clit appearing as his lips puffed out into something much more feminine as a warm, tingling sensation inside him made him gasp.

He already had a womb. The musk caused that. It simply wasn’t receptive before a hippogryph’s seed made it so, kickstarting the production of eggs. There wasn’t much inside him, not enough to knock him up this time, but it was still plenty enough to lock him into that form forever. Not that he was aware of any of it; Xyn was far away, floating on euphoric clouds that he had never felt before as his body obeyed the unique biology between dragons and hippogryphs, as so many had before him.

After he had enjoyed the feeling of his new, freshly changed and fertile body for a few moments longer, Xyn suddenly snapped back to reality, and now, he was very aware of how empty that space between his legs felt.

“W-what’d you do?” he stammered. A needy heat was already growing, inflaming his senses as the last moments of the transformation passed. “I feel so… so empty? Where’s my cock?”

He couldn’t actually muster anything in the way of anger towards Aurora as the dragoness explained what had happened; the need he felt grew rapidly, as he finally understood exactly why Aurora had wanted to get pregnant so badly. The need was almost crushing.

“…so, to get you feeling all good again, we'll just have to find another drake and get them to breed you,” Aurora beamed. “And we can both be pregnant together!”

“I thought- I thought you liked me knocking you up,” Xyn whimpered, trying his best – and failing – to resist rubbing that soaked wet slit where his cock had once proudly protruded. It felt electric.

“I do, but I wanted you to feel it too. Hm, we can’t go with any of your friends, they’d just recognize you immediately…” Aurora mused, her own fingers also sliding over Xyn’s new lips. She had someone in mind already to be his stud; Delzranth, or Del, a white dragon that had tried his best with Aurora but not succeeded. That meant he’d be a perfect candidate to try out the second vial of cum that she’d quickly order.

“W-what if I don’t want to get pregnant?” Xyn protested, but it was hard to even get the words out with how badly his body wanted it, and his body was fogging his mind to the point it was easier to just go along with whatever Aurora wanted. Revenge, in whatever form, could wait until he wasn’t burning up with need and desire.

He didn’t go home that night, unsure of what to do, but at least Aurora kept his mind off everything with her tongue and fingers, showing him the faintest glimpse of how good it’d feel to have a real drake fuck him pregnant. Without a cock to get in the way, it was amazing how many spots inside him made him quiver with pleasure, and when she wasn’t thrusting her tongue into him, Aurora teased him about it.

“Just imagine if that was a cock instead,” pumping three fingers into Xyn’s new, sodden passage, which clenched eagerly around her fingers, in an instinctive bid to make them cum. To no avail, of course. “About to cum inside you.”

“But I don’t-” Xyn whimpered, yet unable to do anything but squirm as the dragoness pleasured his new pussy. Thanks to having been born with one, Aurora knew exactly what worked, and effortlessly had the newly-minted broodfather squirming and bucking as she teased him towards his first receptive orgasm. The kind designed by countless eons to pleasure a cock inside him into an orgasm of its own.

“Yeah, you do,” Aurora crooned. “Every girl wants to get pregnant, and you’re basically a girl now. The heat does that, and there’s no shame in just surrendering and submitting.”

It felt shameful, but Xyn wasn’t really in the state of mind to protest or even question the dragoness, her words instead soaking into his receptive mind, just like cum would soak into his fertile vent.

But she didn’t actually let him cum. Instead, the cruel dragoness suddenly stopped, pulling her fingers out and licking them clean while Xyn squirmed, desperate for more.

“It’s just motivation so you’re properly needy for someone I have in mind… tomorrow,” she grinned. And that was that. She had already ordered more cum and musk and planned out a meeting with Del, promising that he’d get to fuck two dragonesses. Of course, in reality, he’d get to fuck one drake, and then he’d lose his cock too.

Not letting Xyn cum had indeed worked. He couldn’t quite figure out how to bring himself over the edge with no cock to stroke or grind. Half the night, he tried humping against a pillow, and then clumsily rubbing himself, and yet, he couldn’t even get half as close to the edge as Aurora had brought him. That left plenty of time for his lust-inflamed mind to go through and justify all the suggestions she had given.

Surely, it’d be alright if I just ended up riding her friend’s cock, he told himself. It wouldn’t really be his fault if she did something more to him after that. Not that he knew that she would, but he certainly suspected it.

Right?

It was easy to justify in that heat-haze that he had no idea how to deal with, the way someone born with a womb and ovaries learned to. It was insufferable, because he knew his own logic was flawed, but he was still unable to pinpoint exactly why it was flawed. It felt like a good idea, and any opposition to it was quickly drowned by the excitement of making it happen.

And so, he didn’t say anything when Aurora told him that Del would be coming over. It was such a strange feeling, knowing that just yesterday he had come over to breed Aurora and today he'd instead be on the receiving end, and yet still feeling so overcome with heated anticipation that he was looking forward to impaling himself on Del’s cock and having it pump him full, so that he could join Aurora in being pregnant. Not to mention that Aurora might pull the same “trick” on him.

It felt all-consuming.

He arrived late in the afternoon, white scales painted orange by the setting autumn sun, and of course, a visible bulge in his trousers. Xyn didn’t try to look, it was simply where his eyes, guided by his new, needy biology, went. He hadn’t been into other drakes at all before today and yet he found himself growing damp just looking at the white dragon with his muscular body and suggested virility.

“You’ll breed her first,” Aurora told her friend, deliberately misleading him with her choice of pronouns. Then again, Xyn did have the female equipment one would expect, and even other dragons could only rarely tell what gender others were before either smelling them or touching them in a more intimate manner.

Xyn, of course, smelled like female heat. And so, Del was none the wiser. He had no reason to suspect anything, either, because he’d already played along with Aurora’s horny plans on more than a few occasions.

Before long, the three dragons were all in bed, with Aurora and Xyn cuddled up to the drake. Aurora took the lead, as she always did, especially since Xyn was still wrestling with his newfound attractions and desires. After enough grinding and touching had gotten Del hard enough for his cock to peek out, Aurora grabbed Xyn’s hand and forcefully tugged it downwards, wrapping her fingers around the swelling shaft.

“Just imagine, in just a few minutes that’ll be inside you,” she murmured, guiding the half-male’s hand to squeeze and stroke to coax Del into full hardness for the virile task ahead. “No condom or any other protection. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Xyn was caught in a maelstrom of his own fantasies and doubts, swirling around like a vortex in his head. He did want it. He knew he shouldn’t have wanted it, especially knowing that this was all just Aurora's perverse plan for him. But that knowledge didn’t stop him from clenching, nor did it stop the tingling, gnawing glow of his womb just about twitching in anticipation. That one cock could give him everything that his body desired.

“Your belly’s gonna swell,” she continued, in the same soft and seductive tone. “And you’re going to love it.”

She wasn’t wrong in the slightest. When Xyn closed his eyes, he could already see how it’d go. He’d be riding Del’s cock when Aurora rubbed the musk on his nose, and then he’d fill his unprotected sex with so much cum that he’d be leaking for an entire day, his pregnancy all but inevitable thanks to the sheer concentrated potency of that singular orgasm. The last orgasm that he’d ever have, if his suspicions were correct.

Aurora couldn’t wait either. Though misguided and driven entirely by fetishistic levels of lust, her desire to see all of her friends pregnant was very real. After all, even at that time, she already had her second clutch growing inside herself. The thought made her happy, and far too horny to think clearly.

Del swelled in his hand, throbbing eagerly and grunting as the two “dragonesses” took turns pleasuring him. Soon he was bucking into Xyn’s grasp, leisurely thrusting to encourage him to stroke more firmly, and he did, at least until he felt a droplet of warm precum roll over her fingers.

“I think he’s just about ready,” Aurora grinned. “Go get your eggs.”

“So do I just um… sit on him?” Xyn asked, a little nervous and unaware of his own capacity. Del was big, not quite the size of his forearm, but certainly big enough to stretch him wide. Nervous as he was, he was also embarrassed and didn't want Del to know the truth, not yet at least.

“Is she a virgin?” Del asked, sounding almost hopeful.

“Just shy,” Aurora lied, speaking as if Xyn was both fully female and that they had been doing this together for a long time. “Usually, she’s been on her back for this.”

And so, guided by Aurora’s hands, he slowly climbed on top of the grinning drake, until his leaking slit was just above his cock. The dragoness grasped that stiff length and held it upright rather than letting it rest against the drake's belly, aiming it directly for Xyn’s entrance.

“Now just lower yourself. Gently. Wouldn’t want to risk hurting a beautiful cock like this,” she crooned.

Xyn did. He felt Del’s tip press against his entrance, and even that brief, promising touch felt incredible, so he lowered himself a little further, letting Del’s cock slide into him properly. Ridge by ridge, he sank deeper, each one making him quiver as it popped into his tight embrace, rubbing what felt like all the right spots inside him. By the last few inches, Xyn was already moaning, and in that moment, he couldn’t even hear any difference between himself and a dragoness.

Aurora kept goading and encouraging them, “There you go. All snug and warm inside you. Now move your hips, just do what feels good and he’ll be filling you up in no time.”

Xyn did so, clumsily at first, but quickly getting into a rhythm. It wasn’t hard; some motions made his whole body quake with pleasure, and so, he focused on those motions, soon reduced to gasping and panting as he rode the drake’s cock, letting it – or making it – explore every inch of his fertile new entrance.

It felt heavenly, so he kept doing it under Aurora’s watchful gaze, impaling himself deeper as he rode, feeling Del already grow even harder and harder inside his depths. Unprotected. He’d get pregnant for sure. There was only one possible conclusion to any of this.

So he kept riding, until he was so wet that each buck of his hips and each of the drake’s thrusts made her vent squelch wetly around that wonderful cock, clenching for dear life, desperately trying to milk his seed out of Del. Xyn wasn’t sure how long he remained on top of him, but at some point, through half-lidded eyes, he saw Aurora uncork that fateful vial.

Last chance to warn him.

He didn’t.

Instead, she eagerly watched as Del’s eyes went wide at the scent when it was rubbed into his nostrils. Xyn watched as Del's eyes went wide with a gasp, followed immediately by a deep groan as the white dragon came. It was a flood of white-hot bliss into Xyn’s body, throb after throb of thick, plentiful seed, with the drake helplessly thrashing and bucking until tears were running from his eyes, his body emptying out everything he had into Xyn’s fertile womb.

Aurora pushed Xyn off the moment Del’s cock had done its duty and began to retreat back into his body, and that was that. Xyn watched, helpless and spellbound, as she emptied a vial of hippogryph cum into her friend’s slit, and just like that, he had a new broodfather friend – Del’s beautiful cock melting away entirely as the cum took hold and transformed him. That moment sealed both of their fates, with Xyn successfully fertilized and Del unable to ever repeat the act, all but doomed to eventually get bred, himself, when Aurora found another suitable “friend”.

In the days to come, Xyn helped explain to Del what had happened to both of them, expecting the white dragon to be blame him at least partially. Instead, though neither of them could fully express it, the two eventually became lovers. And together they blamed Aurora. That sentiment remained in their minds, if only dimly, through countless half-gay, half-lesbian orgasms as Xyn’s belly grew and grew, his pregnancy making the thoughts of revenge take a temporary back seat in his mind.

Months later, after laying his clutch – alongside Aurora’s own – Xyn wanted to get pregnant again. Aurora had been right; it was an addictive feeling. But with the dragoness insisting on turning everyone into a broodfather, there weren’t many options left for him, or at least, options that didn't risk another male meeting the same fate as Xyn and Del. That realization, coupled with the hollow feeling of having just laid his clutch, made his thoughts wander, back to how all of this had started, how he and Del had been transformed.

Was it possible to do the opposite? There, in that moment, the thought of taking revenge on Aurora in the most pleasurable of ways returned. He could make her grow a cock and do the breeding. After all, she had been so insistent on showing him how good getting bred felt. Wouldn’t it be only fair to return the favor, and show the dragoness how good doing the breeding felt?

Yes, of course it would, Xyn told himself as his hands once again slid down to knead on his slick vent, brushing over his clit and shivering with lustful anticipation. She’d look amazing with a cock and with how horny she was, there was no doubt that she’d give both him and Del what they now craved because of her machinations.

Really, it was exactly what she deserved.

Del, what if we could give her a cock? he eventually asked his fellow victim in a message.

For a few hours, Del didn’t reply. It took so long that Xyn was starting to wonder if he’d reveal his plans to the dragoness, or if he perhaps wasn’t as obsessed with being constantly bred as Xyn had found himself becoming, just like Aurora. The thoughts swirled around in his head. Maybe Del was simply perfectly happy in his new form. Not to say that Xyn wasn’t, but it wasn’t fair that Aurora got to change him like this without any payback.

Some part of those thoughts might simply have been the growing heat, which had begun almost immediately after he laid his clutch. The insufferable, nagging desire to get filled to the brim again, so intense that it left his mind hazy like a city in rush hour, like a sexual smog that made it impossible to not fantasize about the cock of every male he met, or even plan for the easiest way to get those cocks inside of him. It made it easy to make foolish decisions, as Aurora had well and truly demonstrated by starting all of this in the first place.

After what felt like an eternity of Xyn stewing in his anxieties and fantasies, his phone finally buzzed, heralding a received message.

How? was all Del asked.

I’ll figure it out. It has to be something with hippogryphs, was Xyn’s reply. And then he got to work, knowing that his lover would have his back, at least to some degree.

It wasn’t easy to find that information. Nobody liked talking about the relationship between hippogryphs and dragons. To most dragons, it was a shame, and the hippogryphs lived life outdoors, never bothering with the civilized world. Well, bar for the anthropomorphic ones, but they kept it a secret, a surprise to spring on potential dragons.

Still, Xyn found what he was looking for. It had all the details about how he had been changed, but also the reverse being possible. A female hippogryph could transform a female dragon – again, at least waist-down – into a compatible partner with their musk and, well, juices.

Xyn had never really thought about how wet women got when aroused. Sure, he’d felt it, but feeling that wetness leaking from between his own legs made it very difficult to ignore. He was getting wet just thinking about what he was about to do. Thankfully, that same website sold the components that he needed for this delicious dish of cold revenge. And well, hot revenge, but that’d come after the first course.

Thankfully, Aurora wouldn’t be hard to convince to come join them. She was, after all, just as eager to play with other dragonesses – and well, part dragonesses – when not desperate to get filled with eggs. All it took was a little scheming between himself and Del, and the two decided to invite Aurora for a long evening of grinding, rubbing, licking delights. They played it up, as if they both wanted nothing more.

By the time she arrived the following day, so had the supplies. They had to be careful; the dragoness had done this to both of them, and so, she knew exactly how it worked. But if the feminine musk was anywhere near as strong as the male variant, all they had to do was smear it on her nose and she’d be down for the count, ready to have the other vial’s contents smeared over her vent.

At least, that’s how the two half-males hoped it’d work. Neither knew. But it was worth a shot, and they’d take that shot.

“Do you think it’d work on us?” Del asked. “To get our cocks back.”

Oh. Suddenly, that made perfect sense. Yet… as much as he knew that they should've just done that, or tried it at least, Xyn found himself yearning more for a good breeding. His cock, and that entire life, seemed so distant and faded.

“I don’t think so,” he lied, too focused on the pleasures of what the less ethical choice promised, falling into exactly the same trap as Aurora before him. But that was simply the way things worked with most dragons, for better or worse.

“Fuck. Maybe we’ll figure it out some day,” Del replied, with a gloomy expression. The gloom didn’t last long, though, because he was just as affected by the deceiving sensations of his heat as Xyn was, with only a little more self-control.

They both greeted Aurora warmly, as she was used to. She deserved it, of course, having shown the two the joys of having a pussy, or at least, so he felt. She suspected nothing, just as Xyn and Del hadn’t all those months ago; by now, any grudges they held against her would surely have dissipated with how good they felt, anyway.

She did not consider any other motivation for scheming against her than that. Certainly not that the two fertile dragons she had created were actually desperate to get pregnant again.

Once more the perpetrators greeted the soon-to-be victim with abundant lust, with both Xyn and Del latching onto Aurora’s nipples as the very first thing, suckling and licking until she – unusually sensitive after her own pregnancy – could only collapse backwards onto the bed, moaning with pleasure, her nipples stiff in their mouths.

“Wow, you girls are eager t-tonight. Maybe we need to find a drake for later,” she managed to groan. Little did she know that they meant for her to be their “drake”.

“We just want you tonight,” Xyn whispered, licking his way down her body until his lips touched her naked clit, drawing another whimpering moan from Aurora. Del was kneading on her breasts, worshipping them with genuine excitement, but their plan was clear; he did so in part to obscure her view of Xyn. “All of you.”

All of her and then some, certainly. That one additional part that both broodfathers needed so badly. Xyn kept licking along the dragoness’ blue, wet folds, making sure that she was distracted enough by pleasure. He pursed his lips against her clit and suckled gently until she let out a long, drawn-out whine of pleasure at the sudden show of affection from them both. Then, he slid a pair of fingers into her, as deep as he could, curling them just like he’d felt Aurora do, towards her front. Sure enough, the dragoness quivered and tensed up, her breath quickening and her hips bucking against his hand as his fingers found her g-spot.

For a moment, he was tempted to just stay like that, to lick the dragoness to a satisfying orgasm, and once again, it was what he should’ve done. But instead, he found himself uncorking the vial of hippogryph nectar with one hand, just as Del was doing with the musk.

Distracted as she may have been, Aurora still heard it. The cogs in her foggy mind turned slowly, though. Too slowly.

“What are you-” she asked, but by then, Del already had his musk-soaked hand clamped over her muzzle. It came as some relief that the scent, while pleasant, had no effect on him beyond the natural eroticism of smelling female lust. That meant he was still a drake, even if his cock was long gone. In a way, it was affirming, though it did suggest that his earlier thoughts about it working on him and Xyn were wrong. But more importantly in this moment, it did precious little to quell the need to receive a cock, and then plenty of virile seed.

“We need a stud,” he grinned. Aurora tried to get up, and that was when she was reminded of the aforementioned fact; though dragons were largely similar between genders, the males were still slightly stronger, and with two of them on her, she couldn’t move at all.

Fuck.

“Yep. I mean it’s only fair that you breed us since you made us so… fertile,” Del continued, not without some malice, though more than anything his voice was dripping with lust and desire. “Now take a deep breath.”

Aurora couldn’t do that! She wanted to get pregnant too. But she couldn’t move, and every now and then, Xyn’s tongue flicking over her clit made her moan out more of that precious oxygen from her lungs. It was a quick process. There was no real time for rational thought as the dragoness ran out of air, and fight as she might, the autonomic reflexes of her body took over once the lack of air began to sap the strength from her muscles.

With her mouth held shut, she inhaled through her nostrils, and the effect was immediate. Her pupils constricted to almost two-dimensional slits. It was like an injection of adrenaline, an overdose of caffeine or something worse, much unlike the flipside of the coin. She felt energized, powerful, strong enough to buck the males off. Yet at the same time her clit ached, and she wanted more, the first step of a breeder’s mindset establishing itself in her tingling head. For all the power, she quickly became completely fixated on that glow between her legs, and took another breath, greedily inhaling the invigorating musk.

It turned out that on the opposite end of the spectrum, there was no violent orgasm for dragonesses. There was nothing to expel, after all. Instead, there was violent lust, overwhelming desire, all of the blood in her head rushing to her crotch and making thinking completely impossible, as it might be for a male in rut. She was gasping, thrashing, and bucking to the point the two could barely hold her down at all, not for a lack of strength but for being unable to secure a good grip on the dragoness.

At that moment, Xyn made his move and rubbed the juices onto her clenching vent. He wasn’t exactly sure how to apply it, so he poured most of it over her clit while working more into her with his fingers, thrusting as deep as possible to achieve the deepest, most sensual and intimate coverage that he could.

It felt like fire, but it burned in a good way inside her. Aurora froze entirely. The rest of her body stopped mattering at all. She felt like a vessel, a- no, she couldn’t even think of how she felt, only aware of a stiffening, raging lust, all centered between her legs as her body obediently began to change, heartbeat by heartbeat. Her clit twitched as it began to grow and harden, and it all happened so quickly. Internally, her feminine organs were transformed into something much more simple-minded and productive, already readying their first load of virile seed from the moment the changes – which nearly made her convulse with pleasure – finished.

She felt Xyn wrap his fingers around some part of her that barely felt like it was her at all, at least at first; Aurora felt detached until Xyn squeezed around that unfamiliar hardness, and then she crashed back into her body, feeling herself – her cock – jerk in response. Xyn began to stroke over the forming, meaty ridges of a draconic shaft, encouraging her to grow bigger and bigger in her new role as a stud. And she did, much like a regular drake would harden and swell, only for her, it’d be permanent.

Not permanently hard, of course. But that distinctly male appendage would certainly remain with her, ready to get hard the moment she was presented with something to fuck.

There was a pressure inside her. Not at all like the empty desire to be bred. No, she felt overfull, as if she was about to burst. The orgasm didn’t come before her transformation, she dimly realized. It’d come after, once she had surrendered fully to the changes and buried that eager cock hilt-deep in an equally eager fertile vent.

With a guttural roar, she reared up. They had been intending to let her go, and they did so, letting themselves be thrown off. Xyn landed on his back with his legs spread, incidentally letting the dragoness see his pink slit contrasting against his black scales. The invitation, initially unwilling as it was, was impossible to resist, a siren song to anyone with a cock, and she pounced, almost feral with need and growling, on top of him.

“Yes! Do it! Fuck me pregnant!” Xyn begged, as if Aurora wasn’t about to do exactly that.

She was thinking with her cock, as people with cocks tended to. And following the sudden influx of archetypal male instincts in her mind, she knew exactly what she had to do as she pinned the drake down and thrust. The first few thrusts were clumsy, as they always were, but in just a few bucks of her hips, her new tip caught on the drake’s soaked entrance, and from there, it slipped into his body effortlessly.

The need was overwhelming. She hadn’t really thought it would be, but then, nobody really thought of how the other side felt before they experienced it themselves. Dragonesses, perhaps, tended to be distracted and misled by their heats. As it turned out, a sufficiently aroused cock was just as bad, if not worse, at muddling one’s mind and causing bad decisions to happen.

She thrust into Xyn’s slippery, clutching went and it was heaven. The way the drake engulfed her cock was incredible, and with all of her attention focused on that stiff appendage, it felt like that blissful soaked heat envelope all of her, the world quickly fading away and all sensations narrowing only to that burning union.

She began to thrust, slowly at first, and then quickly outright rutting into Xyn. His vent tugged and pulled at her cock, squeezing the sensitive ridges and caressing her like a warm vice that she never wanted to pull out of. Nor would she, caught in the grip of those half-male urges to seed her partner as she was. Pulling out was unthinkable.

“Yeah, breed him!” Del encouraged Aurora. “Think about it, you’ll be the reason his belly swells next time!”

For some reason, that thought made her heart soar with pride. If this was how males felt, Aurora thought, she could get used to being half male. Maybe this was better, because now she could freely grant that wonderful gift of pregnancy to as many dragonesses and broodfathers as she wanted!

Xyn moaned beneath her as she plowed into him, roughly, thrust after thrust driving them both towards a messy, fertilizing climax.

“D-don’t stop,” Xyn panted. “Please b-breed me.”

Oh, she’d breed him alright, until he was so heavy with eggs that he couldn’t even walk straight. And then she’d breed Del too, and watch them both cuddle up, full of her eggs. Oh, gods, it felt so good to think about that. Even better than the meaty ridges of her cock being squeezed and rubbed by Xyn’s inner, rippling walls. Knowing that she could just plant her seed inside him and that’d be all it took, with no way around a pregnancy. Knowing that she could do it to everyone with some careful applications of hippogryph musk.

Suddenly, Aurora became aware of just how close to orgasm she was. The feeling was unfamiliar. Rather than the coiling, radiant sensation in her belly that heralded a feminine orgasm, the feeling was focused, narrower but more intense, a pressure in some unfamiliar part of her body – her internal testicles, no doubt – more akin to a volcano about to erupt.

“Yes, yes, yes, give it to me! Knock me up!” Xyn begged feverishly. His vent was clenching around her as the fantasy pushed him over the edge, faster than the physical sensations – no matter how good it felt – ever could. His back arched and then he was cumming, the vice grip of his sex tightening around Aurora’s cock and milking it with the same intensity that the opposite had happened when he bred her, all those months ago.

And just like him, Aurora succumbed to the feeling. With a roar, half triumphant and half incoherent with pleasure, she erupted inside him, planting thick rope after rope of her pearly seed inside him, where it could take root and make that beautiful belly swell again, just as it was meant to. In that moment of white-hot pleasure punctuated by clenches and heavy throbs, nothing else existed; only the urge to press her cock deeper, to grind against Xyn’s folds as hard as she could, her hips almost cramping as she held herself as deep as possible, shivering and trembling as their union was finally fulfilled.

“Wow, that’s… a lot,” Del moaned, already rubbing himself as he watched the backwash of cum gush out between Xyn’s outer lips and Aurora’s cock. He scooped up a little of it, and promptly rubbed it against his own slit, the tingling and purposeful feeling of it making his head swim.

He caught some more on his fingers and worked it deeper, that terrible need to get pregnant in full swing. He didn’t actually know how it felt, yet, but both Aurora and Xyn had seemed downright euphoric to experience it. Of course, now, Aurora would have other priorities, but that didn’t change Del’s mind in the slightest as he fingered sticky globs of cum into his slit, as deep as his fingers could reach.

Of course, he didn’t really need to knock himself up that way, given that the instant Aurora had recovered from her first orgasm – leaving Xyn panting on the bed – she pounced on top of him instead.

“Your turn, hen,” she growled lustily. “Time to put some eggs into you, too.”

Xyn was there next to him, whispering encouraging words into his ear as Aurora claimed him. His fingers stroked both her cock and every part of Del. This was their role now, he figured, so there was no shame in simply embracing it. Or talking dirty about it.

“Come on, squeeze that cock,” Xyn murmured. “Make it cum inside. Earn your pregnancy.”

Del obeyed, and the dragoness moaned in response. Their mating took longer than it had with Xyn, and he almost felt jealous. Almost. But watching her cock plunge into his lover with breeding intent made up for it. There was just something so beautiful about the sight, carnal as it was, and knowing that only minutes ago, the dragoness had felt none of the urges now driving her actions.

“She’s gonna fill you up any second now,” Xyn teased, as he ran his fingers along the underside of Aurora’s cock each time she pulled out. “Already swelling up.”

“P-please,” was all Del could muster, his mind awash in the electrifying pleasure of being properly fucked, though just like Xyn, it was being bred that he most looked forward to.

“J-just a little longer,” Aurora grunted.

Xyn continued teasing him. “Beg for it. It’ll feel so good to say it. Might even make her cum right now.”

When Del managed to actually open his mouth, the words came easily. Breed me, knock me up, fill me with eggs, each phrase increasingly worshipful and needy. And sure enough, that was all Aurora needed to push her over the edge.

Xyn watched as she convulsively thrust deep into Del’s body, and then froze, every muscle on her body tensing up as her cock visibly pulsed, delivering that sweet, sticky, and warm blessing of motherhood – fatherhood? – to the drake’s womb. Del could only gasp, awash in sensations, just like Xyn had been the first time he had been bred. It’d never be as good as the first time, with that primal satisfaction, the sheer contentedness, better than any orgasm could ever be.

Xyn looked forward to comparing their bellies. Maybe helping each other to an orgasm or two, to take care of all the hormones. The comparing could wait, right now Del just had to-

“-be a good broodfather and take every last drop. Don’t let it spill,” Xyn whispered eagerly, watching as Aurora kept throbbing inside him, and shivering himself as he remembered how good it always felt. Aurora’s orgasm wasn’t as forceful as her previous one had been, but almost intimate, the shuddering pleasure of giving someone their first clutch.

Eventually, though, she was spent, having nothing left to give for the moment. Not that she needed to; even as she relaxed, her seed was racing up the tubes of both drakes, rushing towards their eggs, and finding them. Before they even knew it, both were pregnant.

After all the fun they had, and after a few more minutes of simply being, enjoying that sweet natural reward of a successful, fertile mating, the two broodfathers did apologize to Aurora for what they’d done to her. Those apologies, of course, came with the expectation that she’d recognize what she herself had started.

Aurora sighed, rolling onto her back. “I guess it’s only fair,” she finally said, admitting to her own mistakes. “At least I’m kinda enjoying this cock.”

Her head felt so wonderfully empty after breeding the two dragons, in a way that it never had after a feminine orgasm. There was no need to think, not really. All she wanted to do was to have a nap and then rut them both again to make sure they ended up pregnant.

And so, they did just that, spooned up together until the late evening, until Xyn’s shapely ass pressing against her slit started to excite her again, and all that free, relaxed thought was once again hijacked by the desire to breed.

Could definitely be worse, she thought, grunting as she eased her stiffening cock into Xyn’s cum-stained and slippery vent once again. Though it could hardly be any better.