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The Peacock Tribe

Rokanoss caught a glimpse of what had to have been a nightjar of some sort. It was gone before he could bring his camera out, but the sighting still left him excited. The dragon loved birds. Mostly, he just watched them, but he also – with some difficulty due to his quadruped nature – wanted to photograph them too. Especially when he had come this far out into the middle of nowhere in Asia just to spot some new and exciting ones.

He was in a lowland forest, slowly meandering through the woods, taking in the beauty of nature and the birds therein. Rokanoss had always felt a kind of kinship with what he liked calling “the feathered ones”, though granted, he wasn’t sure if dragons and birds were actually related. It didn’t make them any less beautiful to look at.

These forests had all kinds of dangers for smaller species. Big cats, mostly tigers, but leopards too. The kind of big cats – the less developed ancestors of the world’s modern, anthropomorphic species – that could sneak up on you and turn you into a snack. Well, unless you were a dragon, of course. They didn’t quite dare to try their luck with something of a dragon's size, with such thick scales and rather regal posture.

That meant he had an opportunity to see some truly exotic critters out here, ones that most people never did. Maybe he’d come across a species nobody had ever discovered before! Just the thought alone excited him. He’d probably name it something like birdus draconicus, an honorary name referring to its modern-day discovery by a handsome young drake.

Well, maybe. He hadn’t seen anything new yet. Nightjars were neat, but they weren’t exactly exotic, with a dozen-or-so well-documented subspecies. He wanted to discover something totally new, Rokanoss thought, as he kept on trudging through dense undergrowth, the noise of breaking sticks and sometimes falling, rotten trees sure to keep any would-be predators at bay.

Oh! Was that a- no, it was nothing. Rokanoss scolded himself, tapping the black scales of his nose with some admonishment. He was getting too excited. Too much noise was sure to drive away the birds he wanted to see too. He had to go just a little slower, like a true scientist-explorer, a gentledrake. He slowed down his stride, working his way towards where he thought he had heard something. Even if there was nothing there, it was as good a place to start as any, and getting lost wasn’t a risk either when you had the wings of a dragon, meaning he didn’t bother keeping track of exactly which direction he was going in.

Stumbling around blindly had a way of leading you to parts unknown, and if disaster struck and he actually got lost, Rokanoss would only have to find the nearest clearing or cliff for a bird’s-eye view of the surroundings, a surefire way to find his way to the nearest town. Sometimes, he felt a little sorry for all the terrestrial species who hadn’t developed wings yet, but that was simply fate. He struggled to hold a camera, and they couldn’t fly. Count your blessings, he thought.

He heard another noise. This one was kind of whining call, repeated a few times in quick succession. A peacock? Gods, he loved peacocks, and while he’d seen them a few times, they were always magnificent. Rokanoss reoriented himself towards that sound and pressed on, slinking through the forest where he could and forcing his way where he couldn’t.

Soon enough, he came across one of those clearings. The sun was beating down still, though the evening had taken the edge off the heat. He didn’t just spot a pair of peacocks, but an entire village, bustling with peacocks of every shape and size. His eyes went wide. He knew that anthropomorphic peacocks existed, and that some “feral” peacocks were sapient – that was true for almost every species – but he had never witnessed a whole village of them all living side by side. That was rare. Maybe these were a special breed that naturally had that range in appearances?

His heart was beating rapidly as he imagined it. Maybe they were born in different shapes depending on the season, the moon phase, the… it could be anything, especially if this was an uncontacted tribe. And they almost surely had to be, because he’d never heard of them. Either isolated, or very good at hiding their existence even in the age of the internet.

For a moment, the dragon didn’t quite dare walk out into the clearing, worried that he might scare the birds. Instead, he watched them go about their business from a distance. They seemed to be preparing for something, the village bustling with activity, elaborate décor in the form of pearls and feathers hanging from their simple huts and nests, little lanterns already lit despite the broad sunlight. Had he happened upon them at the time of some tribal celebration or a festival?

As he watched, two of the males – it was impossible not to tell from their brilliant, flamboyant plumage, though Rokanoss supposed that didn’t mean anything about gender – wandered away from the others, a little outside of the main village. Their tails were spread and their colorful plumage on full display as they approached each other. The dragon immediately recognized their behavior as courtship, which piqued his attention, and not only in a professional way; he wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with loving other males.

And that was to say, he wasn’t unfamiliar with it at all. Not in the slightest.

The two peacocks “danced” for each other, their tails shimmering in the sunlight. It looked halfway between a challenge and seduction, and it wasn’t long before one of them folded their “train” – that long tail of feathers – submissively, letting his dance partner take the lead. Things quickly got more heated, with the “winner” approaching the other and guiding him onto all fours in the soft grass, only to immediately climb up on him. The mating itself was something halfway between that of ferals – the top digging one taloned foot into the bottom’s hindquarters – and regular humanoids, with a careful positioning of his quickly swelling shaft against the hole nestled between two shapely cheeks.

It was also rather hot to watch, though Rokanoss couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about his sudden voyeurism. Not like you came here to watch it, so just enjoy it. It’s gonna happen anyway.

Soon enough the two were fucking merrily. From a distance, Rokanoss couldn’t see all the detail, but their enthusiasm was infectious, and he found his own cock peeking out. The strange part was that the bottom seemed to be almost dazed, only half as loud as his partner, his head hanging almost limply as he was rutted. It was a pleasant show, no matter how strange it was or how guilty he felt watching it. There was the same carnal joy that any mating couple felt, or at least, should feel, with the top trilling with pleasure as he kept thrusting, keeping his tail raised in a triumphant pose, no matter how impractical it might’ve been to fuck someone like that.

The bottom peacock seemed mostly quiet, for his part, which was a little unusual, but it might’ve been that such a flamboyant species of birds had some unspoken customs about not taking the proverbial spotlight from the more visible partner. Maybe it was a display of submission, the dragon thought, knowing absolutely nothing about such distant tribal customs.

By now, he had gotten a little hard as well, imagining himself in either position, but trying not to do so too intently given that he, as a “feral” dragon, struggled to really take care of such stiffness himself. He could do it, but not easily; an eager partner made the whole experience better, anyway. Rokanoss took a deep breath, trying to calm his body down a little just as the birds reached their very mutual climax.

The bottom came first, visibly shuddering, his long tail spreading just a little as he squawked with pleasure, thrusting himself back against and onto his partner’s cock. Rokanoss couldn’t see his cock from this distance, but he had no doubt the bird was cumming, given the body language. The top followed suit, letting out a joyful call of ecstasy as he hilted himself inside the other, then grew almost perfectly still as he no doubt seeded his shivering, clenching partner.

They stayed joined like that for a moment, probably catching their breaths. Then, the top slowly pulled out, and though it was something Rokanoss couldn’t see, his body language certainly implied a cocky grin on his face. Soon after, the bottom struggled up onto his feet, looking a little sheepish in comparison as he followed his partner back into the village. Something about their little crescendo had been exciting enough that Rokanoss found himself at full mast.

He wanted to go greet the tribe, but he had to wait just a little longer for that stiff problem to go down ever so slightly, and so he remained hidden in the trees, watching the peacocks prepare whatever it was they were preparing. More lights were hung up as the sun began to slowly set, more decorations hung between the huts, the bustle and noise growing as time passed. It was very clearly some kind of celebration, at least. Maybe seasonal, maybe their equivalent of a wedding. Or maybe it was simply something they did for fun. Either way, the village looked rather inviting. There was nobody guarding it, which suggested that they’d probably be fine with a surprise guest.

If they were alright with a dragon, Rokanoss didn’t know, but he had to take the chance. With his cock having finally retreated back into its sheath, he stood up, stretched, and then stepped out of his covered spot, approaching the peacock village casually. He made it clear that there was no attempt to sneak or conceal anything, and soon enough, they noticed him. A little group, all males, of which one was a more feral shape – though much bigger, almost as tall as Rokanoss himself – approached him with what looked like a mixture of curiosity and cautiousness, though they behaved the same way the dragon did, openly greeting him.

“A visitor for our humble festival?” the taller anthropomorphic peacock, with seemingly the finest plumage of them all, asked him. Their language wasn’t too unlike what the surrounding, more connected cities spoke, though it took Rokanoss a few moments to figure out the details. Thankfully, dragons typically picked up languages quickly, and he was no exception.

“Yes, a visitor, if I’m welcome to visit,” he replied, in the closest equivalent to their language that he could muster. The birds visibly relaxed.

“You are welcome,” the peacock replied. “What is your name?”

Rokanoss gave them his name, and they returned the favor. The tall one was Rohan, he told the dragon, and the smaller one next to him was Vihaan. The feral one was Veer.

“What are you?” the other one – Vihaan, who was slender, but with a belly that looked almost pregnant – asked.

That was quickly answered by Rohan. “He’s a dragon. You’ve seen many fly over the village, and they’re not too unlike us, other than the lack of feathers,” he explained, but then turned towards Rokanoss again. “You are, however, the first to visit us like this.”

He was smiling, which reinforced the feeling that the dragon was indeed welcome to visit.

“What is this festival?” Rokanoss asked.

“We call it the dance!” Vihaan exclaimed, and the feral – Veer – gave a squawk of approval, evidently unable to speak but understanding the others perfectly well. “It is, um…”

“…I think it’s best experienced,” Rohan grinned. “Wouldn’t you say so? Remember your first dance. Wasn’t it better not knowing exactly what would happen?”

Vihaan nodded, and Rokanoss did as well. By now, the sun was just at the edge of the horizon, ready to disappear behind the forest canopy and rolling hills. “I suppose it can be a surprise,” he said.

“But the first step is no surprise! First, we feast, and we have plenty of food, even for a mighty dragon like yourself!” Rohan laughed, and soon all of them were laughing. Rokanoss felt a little self-conscious about it, but as long as they did have enough food, well, he was starting to get rather peckish after a long day looking for birds.

At least he’d found the veritable motherload of them. Rokanoss couldn’t wait to see all their traditions up close! The peacocks led him into the village, where he was quickly surrounded by the others, who all wanted to have a look at the strange, featherless bird. At least he imagined that was how they saw him, despite the lack of a beak. He didn’t tell them about breathing fire. To his surprise, most of the reactions seemed to be almost fawning levels of adoration, many stealing little touches as they ran their fingers across his scales. He certainly didn’t mind that.

They approached a massive table in the middle of the village. In a fancier setting he would’ve called it a banquet, and perhaps it was, but it was anything but formal, with the peacocks crowding around it, some dancing as they ate and others even mating just off to the side. It was here that he saw that not only were some of the females of the tribe pregnant, but an equal amount of the males also appeared that way too, not just Vihaan. Was that even possible? He knew of rare cases, but a whole tribe where the males could actually conceive was new. Certainly, it was deeply exotic. He wasn’t knowledgeable enough about biology to know how it was possible at all.

Encouraged by the peacocks, he dug into a big slab of perfectly cooked meat, juicy and seasoned with exotic spices that he had never tasted before. It tasted herbal, almost floral, adding a delightful counter-note to the filling umami of the meat itself. Around him, the peacocks did much the same; there wasn’t much meat on the table – they were clearly predominantly vegetarian – with the table laden with all kinds of fruit, both plain and cooked, along with flowers that, given their scent, were probably the same ones they used to season the meat.

He ate until he was completely full, as did the peacocks, who were naturally delighted to see the newcomer enjoy their rather unique foods. By the time they were finished, the sun had already set, and the village was left lit only by the countless fires, torches, and lanterns. There were enough of them to leave the whole place in a mystical, warm glow, and the air was thick with the scent of burning incense, a heady scent that felt almost like a mild intoxicant.

Shortly after the feast was finished was when the “dance” really began. Rohan touched the dragon’s flank to bring his attention to several couples. It seemed that the couple Rokanoss had spied on earlier had gotten a little too worked up to wait, because now, everyone was doing it. They were paired up and displaying their magnificent tails to each other, shaking them seductively. Each display only lasted a few minutes before one peacock or the other suddenly dropped their tail and took on a more submissive posture, and an expression that looked outright blissful. The ferals did exactly the same dance, with the same results.

He couldn’t quite figure out the pattern of it; to his untrained eyes watching from the side, all of their displays were more or less equally beautiful. But there was another step, this time. The “loser” of the display was soon surrounded by others, who came with jars of oil and quickly smeared it over their bodies.

“What are they doing, exactly?” Rokanoss asked. He had to know, though his own guess was that they were simply making the soon-to-be receptive partners more appealing with scents.

“Would you like to try it?” Rohan asked in turn. “It’s part of the dance. A rather pleasurable part, if you don’t mind being mounted. Or mounting, should you win. I danced with Vihaan at our last festival. We all do it.”

Rokanoss felt himself stir. He was still pent up from the earlier display, and the next one quickly unfolding before him didn’t do him any favors trying to stay soft. It didn’t really seem like his hosts had much in the way of shame, though. They appeared to be very openly sexual, and looking around, he could see several avian cocks quite hard and ready, other peacocks already fondling each other. It almost seemed as if the “dance” was reserved only for the males. Perhaps it was a fertility festival, celebrating the fact that their males could also conceive.

That was the best guess he could muster, anyway.

Would he mind it if he lost and got fucked in front of everyone? That stirring stiffness told him that no, he probably wouldn’t. Or he might get to mount one of the beautiful birds, which was an equally appealing scenario.

“You are attracted to other males, are you not?” Rohan prodded the dragon who was lost in thought. “You seem quite interested in watching.”

He glanced towards the dragon’s swelling cock, grinning knowingly.

“Y-yes, I suppose I am. And I suppose I could try it out, too. But I don’t know what the rules are,” he replied. “You’d have to explain some of it, at least.”

Vihaan chimed in at that moment. “You should just do it, it’s amazing! I mean, I did, and now I’m- you’d look so sexy-” he stuttered, a little too excited at the prospect of the dragon taking part to get the words out, at least before Rohan interrupted him.

“Shush, Vihaan, you’ll scare him off! Well, you see that the loser is the one mounted, after some preparation to make them a little more receptive,” Rohan smiled. It felt as if he was leaving something out, but Rokanoss couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “The winner is simply determined by, how to explain this… who successfully proves their right to be on top.”

“The one with the grander display?” the dragon asked.

“I suppose that’s close enough. You have no tail, but you’re quite stunning enough as it is,” Rohan answered. “And I would love to breed you.”

Huh. That word, breed, had to have a different connotation in the peacocks’ dialect. Either that, or Rohan assumed that he could be knocked up like their own evidently could. Regardless, it was a powerful enough fantasy that the drake was soon at full mast, his cock showing off his desire to everyone who looked, and only a little self-conscious. He was hardly the only visibly excited male at the festival, after all. Rohan was rock hard, and he was standing right next to him. Was that in anticipation of mounting him?

“So it’s basically a dance-off… err, sorry, local term. We dance, and the more impressive dance wins?” Rokanoss asked, desperate for any kind of clarification. “And then the loser is mounted?”

“After they’re prepared with our oils, yes,” Rohan grinned, the corners of his beak tugging up into a wry smile. “Again: Would you like to try it?”

It was a rare chance to take part in the ritual of an exotic tribe that he had never even heard of. While he had no real idea what he was doing, he knew enough basic dances that it couldn’t hurt to try, and if the worst outcome was the handsome bird “breeding” him, there was no way to really lose. His cock twitched again as he imagined it, the peacock’s talons digging into his haunches and his cock into his clenching pucker.

“Fine, I’ll try it,” he replied, with a little trepidation. “Right now?”

“Right now,” Rohan confirmed, with a waggle of his eyebrows.

They moved away from the table. Vihaan and Veer, along with a few others, followed, chattering excitedly. Rokanoss wished that he had the courage to ask Vihaan if he was actually pregnant – and if so, exactly how it worked – but it felt like such an intimate question that he didn’t dare to, not yet.

He and Rohan stood opposite each other on the grass, and the dance began. As expected, Rokanoss didn’t really understand what he was supposed to be doing, so when the peacock unfolded his tail and began to wiggle his hips, he mimicked the motions, raising his own draconic tail and unfolding his wings, trying his best to remember avian courtship rituals as he danced, somewhat clumsily, but this was cultural immersion! He had to at least try his best!

Yet, as he tried to focus on dancing, his eyes were instead drawn to the peacock’s massive, adorned tail, the eye-like spots almost blurring together with how it waggled back and forth. The dragon found himself unable to look away, feeling rather relaxed, and though he repeatedly snapped out of it to keep dancing – Rohan seemed quite impressed by his draconic willpower, subconscious as it was – he eventually grew almost still, watching the feathers move in hypnotic patterns, feeling his mind drift. It was pleasant, certainly, to just relax and sink and surrender to the superior male. He was only a hen to be bred.

Superior? A hen? Where had those thought come from? His thoughts felt like sludge forced through a narrow pipe. Rokanoss shook his head. Wasn’t he supposed to be dancing? Yet, just looking at the beautiful peacock – whose cock was now fully out again, bouncing to the rhythm of his movements along with that almost iridescent tail that seemed to reach into his very thoughts – felt so good that eventually the dragon simply stood there with a similar, blissful expression to the other males he had seen “lose” the contest of wills.

The others around him cheered. There was no shame in surrendering, after all, or even losing; that was the entire point of their little fertility dance, even though Rokanoss didn’t know it. One had to lose so that the purpose of the festival could be accomplished, and so, they were both seen as winners. Of course, one would soon be changed.

The birds descended on him, carrying those buckets and jars of fragrant oils, while he absentmindedly stared at Rohan, finding himself even licking his lips at the sight of the bird’s magnificent cock. It looked bigger, somehow, more imposing, as if coaxing him to serve it.

He shivered as the birds rubbed their oils on him. It felt like a tingling that quickly spread everywhere they touched, and their hands were soon all over him, from his snout – where they flooded his nostrils with intoxicating fragrances – to his hindquarters, and even the more intimate spots. He was too dazed, too relaxed to really process any of it, or react to it in any way except arousal, even as one worked their hands over his ridged cock. It felt heavenly, though the oils caused him to quickly soften, his proud shaft shrinking as it retreated back into his slit, only to be immediately followed by someone – Vihaan, maybe – sliding his fingers deep inside him, smearing the oil all over the silken inner walls of his slit, spreading that pleasant tingling there, too.

“Just relax, you’ll love this,” he heard Vihaan whisper. And so far, he certainly was loving it, as the oil was forced into his slit.

From there, the sensation shot up into his belly like a bolt of lightning, making his knees wobble. Rokanoss didn’t know anything about what was happening, but the warm glow as his body responded to the oils was so deeply satisfying and relaxing that he felt no real need to think anything more of it. Yet, inside him, in his lower belly – the oils reaching even that innermost part of him, guided by the pregnant peacock’s fingers – his body was hard at work, developing a womb just like the peacocks did when exposed to the oils. And that was the whole purpose of it all. His cock, though not gone, obediently deflated as much as it could to leave plenty of space for a stud to use that repurposed slit for something much more important than simply pleasure.

But that wasn’t all that changed. Where the oils touched his tail, feathers sprouted, much like those of the peacocks themselves, in brilliant blues and greens. After all, the feathers were a large part of what the tribe would consider sex appeal, and they wanted to decorate their newest – if only temporary – breeder. All along his spine, the dragon grew plumage to match theirs, each feather-sprout accompanied by a pleasant tickle along his spine, all of which each seemed to surge downwards and into that new, fertile organ in his belly, until the resonating, cascading sensations were so overwhelming that he could barely keep himself upright.

All he knew was that it felt amazing to simply let the birds do what they were doing.

“That’s a beautiful look for you,” Rohan whispered, spreading the oil along Rokanoss’ snout and over the top of his head, where more feathers grew in, until he looked like a primal hybrid of bird and reptile. Even his snout sharpened. Not quite into a beak, but something more akin to one. “Now we’ll just have to show you how good it feels, too.”

“Yesss, breed him like you did me,” Vihaan whimpered. “And let me breed him, too.”

“You’ll have a chance to, as always,” Rohan grinned.

Rokanoss still had no idea why they used the word breed but he was ready for it. Rohan circled him, inspecting his body and then touching the underside of his belly. He certainly felt warm, and the peacock probably felt that deep heat that was engulfing him, too.

Veer, along with a few more of the feral peacocks, squawked excitedly. Were they all going to have a turn with him? He felt so incredibly flustered, yet also incredibly sexy. After all, all of these handsome birds wanted to fuck him. Rokanoss found himself panting from all the attention he was getting, still dazed from the hypnotic display that Rohan had put on. Suddenly he felt a hand under his tail again, brushing over his slit – it was dripping by now, his own cock nowhere to be seen despite all the hard ones surrounding him as the peacocks built up anticipation over taking their turns.

“I think you’re ready,” he rumbled, and then slowly moved behind the dragon. “Receptive and ready…”

He pushed down on Rokanoss’ hindquarters, guiding him into position, and the others helped, leaving him with his chest pressed into the grass and his hind legs half bent to leave himself at a comfortable height for the peacocks.

Rohan pulled his tail to the side a little, and Rokanoss did the rest, obediently – even dutifully – curling his tail up as he felt Rohan’s hands underneath it, baring his slit for the peacock who positioned his thick, red cock against the dragon’s entrance. He felt immensely big, and even though Rokanoss was technically much bigger than any of them, he felt comparatively small with his head in the grass. He did what they all seemed to do and raised a leg, digging his taloned claws into the dragon’s scales, taking him as he would a hen.

He felt submissive, needy, and even smaller as that bare cock pushed into him. But that was the least of the beautiful, radiant sensations that surged through his body as his newly fertile slit had its first taste of a hard, virile cock. He clenched around it just as a female would, and for that moment, he was one, at least for his bottom half. Ready, fertile, in and induced into heat by the transformative oils, his body was practically begging to be inseminated with how wildly he clenched around Rohan’s shaft.

Had he fully known what was happening, he might’ve protested, or at least hesitated to continue. But with his mind still deep in that pleasant cloudy hypnosis, and with a growing, heated fire inside him that needed to be extinguished, he could only follow his changed body’s natural instincts, and rocked back against Rohan’s cock the instant it was inside him, already teasing and pleasing it in an effort to quickly get what his womb needed; a life-giving load of potent cum, just like the other “losing” males of the tribe.

Rohan began to fuck him properly, claiming his prize just as the others soon would, sharing their newest visitor. But for now, he belonged only to the dominant peacock. He was a hen, at least effectively so, and he behaved just as a proper hen would, rocking back against Rohan’s powerful thrusts while the others, and Vihaan more than anyone else, admired and encouraged him. Not that he needed encouragement, but the young, slender peacock seemed to get turned on by his own words.

“Doesn’t that feel amazing? I’m glad dragons also like getting bred,” he huffed, slowly stroking his own cock in anticipation. “You’re going to look just like me.”

Rokanoss assumed he meant the feathers, not the swollen belly. That wasn’t possible, after all. But he was too lost in ecstasy to really think about it, with Rohan’s cock jabbing against sensitive spots he didn’t even know he had until the moment when the sensations made him squirm and quiver. The peacock fucked him faster and faster, his tail unfolding in a majestic display of dominance and passion as he worked towards his climax. His unprotected climax, deep inside the fertile slit the dragon was blissfully unaware was fertile.

His orgasm was powerful. Suddenly, Rohan grunted, his cock bucking so hard that the dragon felt it strain against his inner walls. Then, there was heat. Intense, plentiful heat, delivered into what felt like his very core_._ Again and again, the dominant peacock throbbed, expertly wedging his slick cock as deep inside Rokanoss as he could. He had probably bred two dozen of his people by now, and as such, he knew exactly how to plant his seed to make sure it took. Rokanoss could feel every moment of it in vivid detail as his unfamiliar womb was filled with the cum it craved for the very first time.

And he wanted more. Much more. That was the role of the hen.

“Good hen,” Rohan rumbled, patting the dragon’s ass and then swiping a finger across his slit, reinforcing that “good” behavior. “Now, just lay there and let that soak in… while everyone else takes a turn.”

He pulled out almost hesitantly, with a wet slurp as his cock left the dragon’s well-used slit, giving him another pat before moving on to the next loser, where he’d be going second instead. Not that he minded that either.

For Rokanoss, the feeling of suddenly being empty, though, was surprisingly unbearable, and uncharacteristic whine escaped his lungs, as his tailfeathers flared in an instinctive, inviting display. He needed more, he was so close. Thankfully, by the time Rohan was spent, the smaller Vihaan was ready – and very eager – to take his place. Before this, he had only ever been knocked up and bred, but with the dragon’s inviting rear presented like that, he was stiff as rock despite that pregnancy. He practically pounced on top of the drake, grabbing his ass and tail with his hands, and then clumsily imitating the avian mating grip he had seen Rohan do.

He noticeably wasn’t very used to being on top, but he made up for it with enthusiasm, and a cock that, when it had a reason to be hard and out, was actually surprisingly big, larger than Rohan’s, at least proportionally. And pushing it into Rokanoss’ dripping slit felt amazing, with both men moaning in unison at the sensation.

“O-oh, gods, that feels incredible,” Vihaan groaned, grabbing onto the dragon’s tail to steady himself as he began to thrust. “No wonder- nnf- no wonder Rohan likes breeding us s-so much…”

It was during this round of “breeding” that Rokanoss experienced his first “feminine” orgasm. Rohan had gotten him so close that even Vihaan’s clumsy, inexperienced thrusts were enough to push him over the edge in just a few minutes. The pleasure he was feeling suddenly spiked to a level that left the dragon breathless, one ecstatic shiver engulfing his whole body in sexual heat, and then before he knew it, he was whimpering into the grass as his entire being shook, half-unfamiliar muscles clenching down on Vihaan’s cock and then clenching again, milking the young peacock for his seed with instinctive, orgasmic need.

In the throes of that shattering orgasm, he moaned, except that moan sounded less like a draconic growl and more like the pleasured calls of the other birds.

“S-stop, I can’t- nnggh!” Vihaan exclaimed, panting and groaning as he fought to hold back against the squeezing spasms of the dragon’s fertile slit. He didn’t succeed, of course, and he could hardly be blamed for that, it being the first time his cock had been inside someone. With a shiver and an almost defeated squawk, he gripped Rokanoss’ hips tightly and surrendered to the sensations, his hips twitching autonomously as he throbbed inside him, just like Rohan had, contributing his own seed to the growing mess inside the dragon’s womb.

It felt even better for Rokanoss. His strange yet powerful orgasm left him hypersensitive, and for a brief moment he could feel the peacock’s cum splash against the back of his changed sex, tickling somewhere deep inside him. It felt so hot and plentiful, far more than he’d expected the somewhat feminine male to produce, but he welcomed it regardless, and his body doubly so, suckling on his length as it twitched to ensure a conception, drawing his cum deeper to where the dragon’s hidden cervix could dip into it between the orgasm-twitches of his body.

He felt full by the time Vihaan was done, and they were both panting, the peacock still clutching him tightly for a little longer – making sure that he wouldn’t just fall over – before finally relenting and letting go.

He looked a little sheepish and awkward as he pulled out, pregnant belly jostling a little as he did, but that certainly didn’t stop the younger peacock from hoping that he’d fertilize at least a few eggs in the dragon’s womb. Somehow, the thought of doing so while also pregnant himself was such a potent aphrodisiac that he wanted another go, but that wasn’t in the cards, not right now. There were others waiting for their turns, and so, Vihaan sat down, panting and watching the others. He was satisfied enough with having actually bred someone for the very first time.

Veer was next. With an exciting, trilling call, the feral jumped onto Rokanoss’ back, grabbing onto his hips and forcing his exhausted tail up and out of the way. It was a very primal mating position, the peacock hanging onto him as he tried to force his stiff cock into the dragon’s fertile and cum-soaked slit in a series of frenzied humps. In a way, that was even closer to what the transformed, feathered dragon needed, being a feral himself. Getting fucked by everyone felt good, but getting fucked by a feral like himself had an unmatched intensity, one that compelled him to obey and present himself, relaxing so that the bird could slide inside him and accomplish what it was born to do.

Finally, after a few painful jabs at his pucker or against the sides of his slit, Veer’s cock hit its mark, sliding into Rokanoss’ cum-sullied passage in one smooth stroke. The peacock squawked with pleasure and began rutting without missing a beat. By now, Rokanoss was stretched out – and relaxed – enough that there was no discomfort at all, only the rapidly growing arousal as he clenched around the feral’s shaft just as he had with the others.

He wasn’t the only one getting fucked. Many others were, too, he had just been the first. The village was a cacophony of needy moans and lusty calls, now, the smell of sex heavy in the air as the hypnotized peacocks were bred right next to the dragon. The atmosphere itself was already intoxicating, everyone egging each other on in their breeding-rut. The world around them, whatever was outside of their circle of huts, none of that mattered. Everything was focused down to the heavy thumping of hips against groins, the slick sounds of penetration, and the orgiastic moans of triumph that heralded a breeding soon to take place. Rokanoss had never felt anything like it, but then, he had also never been in heat before, and that heat – still not extinguished, though he might already have been pregnant – made sure that he was completely enthralled, captured by the moment.

Veer didn’t last long, either. After all, right now, everyone wanted to pump their cum inside the exotic dragon, and so, after Rohan’s initial claim – staked deep in his hybrid pussy – nobody held back either, just as eager to share as they were to see him be shared by all of the tribe’s males. The feral gave a few sharp, jagged thrusts, and then held himself deep inside the dragon, pressing their slits together like an intimate kiss, perhaps an atavistic reflex from his ancestors who had cloacas rather than cocks.

Again, Rokanoss felt that sweet, rapid-fire pulsing as the feral seeded him, his talons in turn tightening around the dragon’s haunches and leaving little marks in his scales both of them quivered with pleasure. The dragon, naturally, took it all eagerly. He felt just on the edge of orgasm again, but his pleasure wasn’t really the goal, here. His servitude was. And so, he stayed perfectly still with the trembling bird, letting Veer finish grinding against him and squeezing out every last drop of cum that he could.

Veer was the last of the peacocks that Rokanoss remembered distinctly. After him, someone who he hadn’t been introduced to sank into his slit just after Veer dismounted – the feral circling him again to briefly brush his beak against the dragon’s muzzle in a gesture of satisfied appreciation – and started to casually fuck him just like the others had. It felt so delicious slutty in a way that was rather new to Rokanoss, the idea that he was just a public service or a community breeder, as the birds kept calling it, an eager hole for them all to squirt their sexy cum into.

Deep in his colorful, hypnotic trance, Rokanoss was idly fantasizing about actually getting pregnant. He wished that he was one of the peacocks, that he could get pregnant just the way Vihaan and a few of the others were. Pregnant by all of his tribemates. Of course, in his heart he was confident that it couldn’t actually happen.

While Rohan was off working on breeding the others, he was surrounded by the peacocks taking a break, everyone wanting an opportunity to touch or encourage the dragon. Some of them rubbed his slit, others his belly, others simply petted his feathered head in appreciation of the important social role that he had embraced.

In the end, it all became a blur. One cock thrust inside him, pleasure crested quickly until they came, or until he came and his milking contractions pulled the peacock over the edge. That was always followed by the same dull throbbing and the wet heat gushing into him, and in a trance-like state of lust and arousal, it felt almost divine, like a ritualistic offering that he gracefully accepted, again and again, draining more sets of heavy, pent-up balls than he could really count. He never wanted it to stop, he thought. This was where he belonged, in the middle of his horny tribespeople, as their hen. That feeling would, eventually, fade with the hypnosis, but the memories of it wouldn’t.

Towards the end of the night, with the cum of maybe a dozen of the tribespeople inside him, soaking into his womb and deeper inside yet, racing up his tubes towards awaiting eggs, Rokanoss could do nothing but relax. He was worn out and completely unaware of what was happening inside him, and so, once everyone had taken their turns, he rolled over onto his back, quickly joined by several others who had been bred.

As he lay there, kept warm by the shared body heat of the other breeders, he felt amazing, fulfilled in a way that he couldn’t quite remember ever feeling before. That was, of course, brought on not only by the fading hypnosis, but also his satisfied heat, as the mess of mixed cum inside him soaked deeper, finally extinguishing the fire in his womb as one singular little swimmer found one of his new eggs. And then another, a third, a fourth, until he had an entire clutch growing inside him, almost all with different fathers.

That was simply how the peacocks did things during the “dance”, and now, Rokanoss was effectively one of them, both pregnant – Vihaan stroked his belly knowingly, and then his own, but didn’t say anything – and satisfied. As the effect of the oils wore off, perhaps he’d lose the feathers he had grown, but the pregnancy that he had now been saddled with ensured that he’d always keep that hidden womb, and that his own cock would obediently shrink out of the way when a heat once again came, to leave space where a virile male could enjoy himself and do his duty.

He fell asleep like that, in a big, feathered pile of new friends, as the night went on, despite the noise of so many others still in the process of being bred.

When morning came and he woke up, he had a quick dip in a nearby river to wash off the remains of last night’s festivities but couldn’t quite help but admire himself and his feathered new look on the water’s surface. Peacock plumage suited him quite well, he decided. As he returned to the village, he was greeted with knowing, sly grins. The dragon still hadn’t quite figured out what had happened other than a night-long orgy.

“You’re always free to visit us again when… well, you’ll know when you should,” Rohan smiled, and both Vihaan and Veer nodded along. “You’ll know.”

Rokanoss eventually bid the tribe a fond farewell. He took off from the surrounding meadows and to the skies, unaware that flying was about to become a lot more difficult in just a few fateful months. He didn’t, for his entire journey home and then, a few months afterwards, entertain the idea that he had been successfully fertilized and bred by the peacocks. After all, how could he be? He was perfectly male, after all, and though it took some teasing to get it out and it seemed a little smaller than before, he still had a cock, too.

Of course, he had a brief period of nausea, but the drake took that to mean that his digestive system just hadn’t quite agreed with something at the peacocks’ feast, even though it happened weeks later. Then, his belly inevitably began to swell, as typically happened when a fertile dragon let a dozen or so males seed his new, fertile slit and the hidden womb that he didn’t even know he had. That, he figured, meant that he had simply eaten too much the last few months.

But one day, when he was grumbling about his increasingly round belly, looking at himself in the mirror, wondering what exactly it was that he’d eaten that’d made him put on so much weight, Rokanoss found himself thinking back on his time with the peacocks, and the pieces began to fit together.

Their males all seemed to be pregnant, at one point or another, at least the ones who had lost their dances. After the loss, they were – like he had been – oiled up, which he remembered had felt amazing, and then fucked. Vihaan had also lost one of the dances, probably with Rohan, and he been visibly pregnant.

Rokanoss felt himself clench as he realized what had actually happened, and that he was pregnant. Stranger yet, he didn’t even mind. He liked it, as strange as the sensation was, though it took him a while to process that earth-shattering series of realizations. As he adjusted himself, looking at that belly – filled with eggs – he suddenly felt incredibly sexy.

Maybe he’d visit the birds again to lay his clutch, and certainly for the next dance that he had no chance of winning.