Dragon Preservation is our Motto
It is with a heavy heart we announce the capture of Prince Zil by those hairless humans. Let’s hope he will return to us intact and unaffected.
Commission for Zil
Dragon Preservation is our Motto
It is with a heavy heart we announce the capture of Prince Zil by those hairless humans. Let’s hope he will return to us intact and unaffected.
“ YOU! Bastards! Release me at once, or you’ll know my fury! I will burn your domain, cull your lineage! Crush your future!”
The roars of rage and outrage echoed through the artificial but sleek structure. However, as much as the orange-scaled paws pulled in one direction, the magnetic cuffs pulled the limbs back together on the hovering platform.
Whether it was to kick, to bite, or to try to sway the tail, there was no escape from the cuffs as they always kept the Dragon back to a submissive posture, the tail between the legs, and the hind and front legs aligned perfectly together in a proper rectangle.
Nevertheless, the situation wasn’t as pleasing as the roars continued, and that head continued to push back against the lock, the black mane flying along.
“That’s a feisty dragon,” growled Dan, scratching his temple with his stylus. “Are they sure the hormonal level is right with that one? Or no genetic anomaly?”
“I don’t know,” grumbled Hector in return, sipping on his soycaf, holding onto the burning styrofoam like it’d flee on the moment he released his grip. “The hunters told him he appeared on the territory among the females and was captured.”
“Urf. Let me do an analysis.”
“STOP TALKING, YOU HAIRLESS APES! I AM NO MERE DRAGON! I AM ZIL VARQA HASSAIN AL-ZORILLA ! THOSE WERE MY FEMALES! MY HOARD! I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE ME AT ONCE!”
“He’s loud… Sheesh. I heard Dragons are supposed to be intelligent, but you know… Whenever I see an angry male spewing flames and trying to escape, I tell myself those idiotic Lizards almost deserve to go extinct.”
“Shhht! You’ll know the management will have your skin if they hear you say that! We’re Dragon breeders, we’re supposed to breed them, rehabilitate them, and rel-… Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Oh,” said the first Guard.
In their corner of the massive reception desk, the two Guards looked like little ants compared to the gigantic orange Dragon. But they were those who handled the triage and redirection of the incoming dragons. The older Dragons were released back into the wild. The females and suitable males were assigned together to have broods.
As for the sick, they were brought to the medical bay.
But Zil?
Well, Zil was different from the two humans, huddled behind their screens, watching the scan from the computer’s screen… And the arrow is pointing right towards the hind parts of Zil’s anatomy.
“Shit. That explains the aggressivity. A hermaphrodite. They’re rare as shit.”
“Useful?”
“Nah, they’re far too angry to be used. Useless bunch. I’ll send that one to the medical bay for fixing.”
With one press, the first Guard pressed one command, and the levitating platform began to hover further ahead, taking Zil towards one of the Dragon-sized tunnels.
“I AM RARE! I AM USEFUL! I AM NOT A MERE USELESS BUNCH! I AM ROYALTY! YOU PEASANTS!”
But Zil’s roaring fell on deaf ears.
Or rather, as soon as the platform was in the tunnel, the shutters locked behind him to avoid any escape… Sending Zil in the dark, except for the blue neon lights here and there, illuminating the exact words: “Dragon Preservation is our motto”.
Words Zil snarled at while the hovering platform continued ahead, following the same corridors just like before he arrived before those two idiotic hairless apes.
Before even that, Zil had been enjoying his freedom amidst the Himalayas, enjoying the sharp cold air rushing against his scales and mane, against his wings and clawed limbs. It was then something hit him in the neck, and one instant after, in his point of view, Zil had woken up in a human facility.
He’d been captured, and his instincts had been to free himself.
But with his clipped wings, attached limbs, and limited firebreath, the Dragon had no choice but to comply.
Even as, after passing through any set of intersections and tunnels, like a package to be delivered, Zil’s eyes blinked from the blinding light ahead. And then… Just like that, he was welcomed into a pristine white room that smelled like alcohol. The ethyl smell permeated everything, even the humans strutted around within their surgical gowns, covered from head to toes in white: white cap, white glasses, white masks, white gloves, white shoes. White everything.
“Urgh. So much light! It’s giving me a headache! Turn it off!”
“Ah. A new subject. What do we have here? Nurse, what’s on the file for our little ball of love?”
“I am not a little ball of love, Human! I am a fierce Dragon with a hoard! Fear me! And pray I will not punish you when you’ll release me.”
“Hmm… Nothing. I expected there would be an infection or a wound, but that one seems irate.”
“Wait, let me confirm. Oh… Ohh. You see that symbol here. Our little ball of love here is a hermaphrodite. Aren’t we lucky to have such a rare specimen?”
“Hrmph! Finally, one who seems to understand my importance! Do the needy, ape.”
“He… Looks prideful. Look at how he’s shaking his mane.”
“It’s not of importance, nurse. Plus. Our specimen… Is a she.”
“WHAT?!”
“A she?” asked the Nurse, confused.
“I AM NOT A SHE!”
“Indeed! It has been proven that most hermaphrodites possess a perfectly working set of female genitalia. At the same time, the male’s gametes are often… lacking. Due to an hormonal imbalance.”
“I’ll tell you my penis is perfectly working! And I will have many heirs!”
“If you say so, sir. But what should we do then?”
“Castration is the most efficient solution.”
“It’s a bit cruel, sir. No?”
“No. We are fixing Nature’s work. Plus, we always need more females.”
Zil’s jaw was dropping. He blinked. That doctor was speaking with such disrespect about a proud dragon such as him. Worse! The nurse’s benignity only pushed the Doctor further into that trench, into that mocking explanation. And Zil’s temper flared as he watched robotic arms spring to life and lower from the ceiling, moving around the Dragon.
A reaction attracting Zil’s ire as he tried to shake those bindings off with a renewed fervor.
“UNHAND ME MORTAL! AND I SHALL NOT CULL YOUR LINEAGE!”
“He… I mean, she is angry, Sir.”
“It’s normal. It must be the fear of being bound that way. Don’t worry, girl. I will make it as pleasing as possible!” said the Doctor, waving his hand as if he patted Zil from a distance before sitting behind a desk and typing on a keyboard.
“I AM NOT A GIRL! WHATEVER YOU DO WILL CAUSE YOUR RECKONING!”
Schtunk!
The sound hit Zil at the same time as the burning pain of something being planted in his left leg. The second after, a numbness began to spread along his body. It started like a numbness, like a loss of control, then like an absence. Like those limbs weren’t there despite Zil checking and confirming their presence.
If he concentrated, he could still wiggle his toes but couldn’t… Feel it.
A sensation that was more so odd as he could see… Himself.
The medical bay had a slew of screens for only two apes. Maybe it was supposed to have more since there were at least four more desks around. But the result was every screen showed a different angle of the orange-scaled dragon. It showed the strong neck and that black mane that draped over his powerful shoulders and front legs.
Another showed his barrel-like chest, powerful with muscles running all over his side to bolster Zil’s mighty but clipped wings. And then… The hind legs.
Those screens were more numerous, with all the mechanical arms moving around as they injected more anesthetic in Zil, making sure he couldn’t feel a thing.
He could still watch and see. See those mechanical arms and their cameras sliding underneath the bound but powerful tail, lifting the appendage to present the swollen and tempting sphincter.
The wide rim was visible, the wrinkled entrance, the swollen sphincter. It was all before the camera’s eyes before said camera lowered to meet with Zil’s slit.
All his years posing as a male, Zil always explained this to be a wound or merely a scar. Something only visible as a pinkish line whenever the entrance was not dilated.
And it wouldn’t, unless someone touched it or he was in heat, a situation where he would hide from his peers.
However, this was different. The humans knew about that slit, were taking photos of it from many angles, even pushing against the soft scales to pry the entrance open and reveal the musky, moist, and velvety inside.
It was humiliating, and Zil shouted, though none of those apes could understand him.
“WORTHLESS MONKEY! DO NOT TOUCH A LORD’S PRIDE!”
But they were doing it.
The mechanical arms continued to move, and so did the camera, until they were locked on Zil’s genitals. On those low-hanging and leathery testicles. Each orb was heavy, musky, and dripping with sweat as they needed to be constantly cooled off due to the Dragon’s excessive body temperature.
They were his prized jewels, two testicles that were putting to shame most males… Making them envious of such a royal Dragon like him.
Yet, as Zil braced, he watched two needles, dripping with blue fluids, approach his genitals.
“NO! NO! NO! NONONONO!”
Schtuck! Shhhhhhh!
The sound of hydraulics filled the room the moment the Dragon fell silent. Not a sound, not a breath, only the sound of the hydraulic squeezing the contents of the needles inside those nuts. And Zil heaved. He’d been humiliated. He’d been marked. He’d been… Pierced in his most private parts.
And it was only the beginning.
Less than a minute later, it hit him.
A jolt. A shock. A hit. Zil felt the intense wave of pleasure hitting his brain. It was an unnatural sensation, akin to feeling an orgasm without even experiencing the highs and lows of breeding. It was like he’d been shot with a cocktail of pure bliss. And he smiled.
He heaved… He drooled while his eyes caught sight of his erection sliding from his sheath.
From the darker sheath, almost brown in comparison to the orange scales, slid out the first inches of that cock.
Flared, covered with spines from the edge to the median ring, it was a cock made to stimulate a female and help them ovulate. The flare would certainly tenderize the Dragonesses’ powerful vulvas. And the spines would rake against the inner walls, without spilling blood, to stimulate the deeply entrenched nerves.
A cock perfectly made for a sire as it slid out of the sheath, with a width comparable to one of Zil’s forelegs.
One cock that dripped and arched slightly down due to its sheer weight as the Dragon reached his full erection and groaned.
Groaned as even his vulva started to open, the labias relaxing and a gush of sweet fluids sprayed the floor behind Zil.
Why was it feeling so good? Why was his body so warm? Why was his cock so sensitive? Why was his cunt so warm, needy? And why did his groin feel like it was about to explode?
He couldn’t tell; he didn’t have a sight inside his body like those apes did. But somehow, they were kind enough or stupid enough to comment on what is happening.
“It is your first time, nurse, so you should learn the procedure.”
“Is this necessary?”
“Of course, you’ll have to take my place when my contract is over. There is nothing to fear; it is almost automated. As you can see, the aphrodisiac is already taking effect. Soon, our Dragoness will enjoy the best orgasm in her life!”
“Not… A she.”
But Zil’s whimpers fell on deaf ears while he felt that pressure inside his groin grow again… And finally explode. In a roar, Zil came, and a white flood landed all over the platform. The liquid was dense, white, and steamy. It flowed out like a cascade, smacking against the steel before it dripped under the levitating surface and then was collected in the evacuation system.
Not only that, but his cunt also clenched, also tensed to the point of hurting like a stab. But so followed that defiant pleasure.
“See. We got enough cum in one single shot to confirm our analysis and for storage in case we have an inbreeding issue.”
“Is it enough before we have to do the second injections?”
“It is. Pass on the internal view.”
As the order went, the screens changed. It was no longer a focused view on Zil’s erection, on his equine-like cock covered with spines. No, it was an internal representation of Zil’s genitals. A perfect copy, from the prostate attached to the clenching and pulsating vulva, to the testicles, the vas deferens, and even the seminal vesicles.
And Zil gulped as he saw in that representation another mechanical arm approach… And two needles pierce through his scrotum.
Schtunk!
Though this time, the needle didn’t go for the gonads. Rather, it went right for the vas deferens.
“It is aligned. You can inject the liquid there. If it didn’t, the computer would warn you.”
Zil’s heart was beating faster and faster, the pressure caught by the many screens indicating his current state.
“I dare you… To do this!”
“He- She’s afraid.”
“Who wouldn’t when you are touching their private part? Do not worry. After the operation and a little recovery, she’ll be happy and dandy. Continue.”
The representation of the needle finally injected the liquid into the testicular cords, and Zil’s body burned. An electrifying sensation hit them… Hit his testicles. Hit his prostate. Hit his womb. Hit his abdomen. Hit his entire self until the Dragon almost dropped. But he didn’t, thanks to the magnetic cuffs keeping Zil steady despite his tottering weight.
But the deed was done, and he watched, before his eyes, something extremely odd. As he looked at his testicles. The white flesh in the representation was taking a purple coloration, and the flesh itself was seemingly… Twisting.
But worse was the numbness Zil experienced again, unable to even look as his testicles seemed to take on a softer texture, more like jelly.
“And then?”
“If we did an incision, she’d pick at it, or the other Dragons might smell it. It is better to follow the protocol. Give me the manual control.”
A shuffle and Zil’s eyes, redder, focused on the screen when the needle disappeared from the representation, replaced by two rods piercing his scrotum. But then, as the rods were inside, they began to expand and open, revealing many arms that were going around his scrotum.
The dulled sensations were closer to a movement, a shaking inside his scrotum. However, Zil could see the arms going in all directions. Some under his testicles, lifting and pushing against them to see if they reacted like mere bags.
And another was… Well, cutting the cords.
With a snap, Zil felt like he had been… Reduced. Molested. Abused. Ruined.
“NO! WHAT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!”
“Strange. Maybe the anesthetic was too light,” commented the Doctor. “She must have felt the change in her scrotum. But it’s fine. We can proceed. Now… Nurse, see how I can use the manual control to stretch the opened vas deferens.”
“Y… Yes?”
“Since the Dragons’ vas deferens is wider than for most species and can be stretched further with any drugs, you can see where this is going.”
“I… Think. I heard about that part of the procedure.”
“Good. Watch closely, then, as I push the organ through.”
Zil’s eyes widened as he heard what was said. But his focus remained on the screen as he watched the little arms lift his testicles like pouches while another set opened the passageways… And… Despite the organ’s sheer volume, Zil watched how the doctor was… Pushing his testicles through the tunnel.
Though Zil didn’t know the procedures or his inside completely like the Humans and their technology, he had a hint of how impossible it should be.
Nevertheless, he saw the tunnel bulge as more and more of his testicles were ushered inside, the organs twisting and adapting to the pressure.
No. It was not an adaptation. The more Zil glanced, the more his testicles looked like… Mere bags. Mere flesh bags, the little arms were cramming inside that tube until nothing remained inside the scrotum.
“What… What have you done to me?!”
“Nurse. Look. For this, we will follow the testicles and have them pushed out until our Dragoness ejects them. Be ready.”
Zil’s whimpers weren’t heard. Nor his agonized cry as he watched the Doctor work through the screen. With the internal vision no longer useful, they switched to an internal scan with MRI written atop.
Still, the difference did not matter much to the Dragon, forced to observe his genitals being squeezed and pushed through the tunnels by the arms. And Zil, as numb as he was, could still feel the wrongness and the presences deeply inserted within his groin. Presences that twisted and contorted, then merged as one when it all merged, and then, Zil had his two testicles pushed one after another through the tunnel… Through his prostate. Through his private parts.
And worse? He was feeling his body stir, his cock slipping from the sheath. He could barely experience the pleasure of an erection and of his sheath tensing… But he was fully aware of his flared cock pointing down as much as he could see the spongy flesh through the scan.
Before that, though, there was the sound of liquid dripping from Zil’s cock, probably precum or another liquid… But the sound of flowing liquid stopped. Then, it turned into a suction and then a pop… And a splat.
Then a second suction and another splat as the MRI view no longer displayed anything within the urethra, except the retracting arms.
And a glance down revealed to Zil the presence of that orange liquid forming a puddle between his feet before it dropped off the platform.
Then, another arm slipped between his legs, far from what he could see, and seemed to suck whatever had been dropped. What Zil had lost.
“You… Monsters. You horrendous apes. How could you have done this to me! My pride! My ego! My… My jewels! You took them!”
“And done! See, we will throw those organs away. After the first injection, they’re fleshbags, so you shouldn’t feel worried if you’re a bit too rough on them when pushing them out, Nurse.”
“I… Understand. But what should we do with her? She… Seems angry?”
“Her? Oh. Let’s prepare her for her new mate.”
“Prepare her?”
“PREPARE HER?!”
Zil raged on, only then to feel another stab through his hips… And then, the smell of burnt scales filled his nose.
A glance to the left, and he saw one of the mechanical arms had been detached from the ceiling and, with a laser, was tracing something. No. Branding a prince with such distasteful degeneracy.
Whatever they were doing to his hip, Zil tried to shake it off, only for his body to feel weak and his legs to slip under him, making him almost tumble if not for the magnetic cuffs.
“Oh! Poor thing!”
“Do not worry. It is the effect of the muscle relaxants we injected into her. It will get better when we release her. But… For now, we must learn our brave little girl the pleasures of breeding.”
Zil’s eyes widened again, and his snarl worsened, his teeth clicking, as he felt something approach from behind. And watched. It was… Phallic. Resembling a Dragon’s cock if not of pure white and without any spine.
He glared at its representation through the screens, then at the apes who were all awing and even applauding as another stab hit Zil’s rump. More fluids, more drugs, more…
More pleasure that struck the Dragon when his vulva began to open again… To relax… And to gush on the floor, right before the human.
“Do you think it’s her first time. Should we give her a male for that?”
“No. Dragons don’t care about virginity. They’re beasts who answer to needs. Don’t worry, after she gets penetrated, she will be all sweet.”
But Zil roared. Zil cried. Zil shouted. Zil even managed to spew fire across the room before the flames vanished and the Dragon froze… Froze as that fake cock penetrated him, his vulva, and began to vibrate against it.
It was good, it felt good. But the cold plastic was so disappointed, so lessening, so… Reductive for a Prince.
And yet, it rubbed and titillated the Prince’s vulva until, without any warning, the organ clenched and sent the Dragon spiraling… Moaning... Trembling… Quivering… Crying.
All as his cock, still hard, dripped on the floor, the remnants of fluids and cum he could produce.
“See? She must be so happy and thankful for what we’re doing!”
-
Zil’s frown remained the same.
Though he accepted the enormous steak that was fed to him through the mechanical arm, the Dragon was feeling humiliated to a fault. Not only had they… Captured him. But they neutered him. They lessened his royal glory. They turned his genitals into a mockery, into flesh bags that had been flushed out of his body like one would retch spoiled flesh.
Shame… Shame for the Prince who would not sire and have any heirs unless one of the females he’d fucked would make one egg hatch in his absence.
A shame the Dragon held on while gnawing on the shoe-like flesh he’d been given. Even the taste of blood was pitiable, and he did not want to spend his flames on it as he growled… And looked around.
Zil had been caged, and such a cage did not take the form of metal bars in a neat metal box. No, it would have been too kind from the perpetrators of such crimes to do so.
Instead, he was at the bottom of a natural crevasse, and his Dragon’s wings remained clipped, and even with his outstretched neck, he couldn’t gnaw at the locks.
A shame for the Dragon as he could see the numerous cameras hidden behind the leaves, the shrubs, installed and hidden in the rock. His every action, his every movement, was scrutinized by those apes who did not even give him the decency of privacy.
Not even as he heard one of those little drones, buzzing around like mosquitoes, approach and scan the barcode that had been branded on his hip when they stole orgasms after orgasms from him.
When he woke up, he’d instantly inspected his genitals to confirm his empty scrotum… But also, he’d noticed the tattoo inscribed on his scales, marking him like… Property.
A property the drone confirmed before with another buzz, the machine produced a needle and… Schtuk!
Zil hissed, then, with one paw, he smacked the wounding drone.
“Leave me! You damn parasites! Was it not enough to reduce me? You must follow me while I sulk?!” shouted the Dragon, at the drone’s remnants, at the camera, at the sky… Then at nothing as he stood on all fours, the tail upright in an aggressive posture.
But nothing.
The humans never came to this place unless he was drugged. That drone wasn’t there to drug him up… Hence, there would be no one. No little apes coming from hidden doors. Only himself.
Only the ruined Prince, as he hissed, and walked. And hissed some more as he felt the movements of his hind legs produce some pull on his scales. A pull perceptible enough by his warm and needy vulva.
A pull that made the organ drip and ooze much more of that sweet honey.
“Damn… Heat!” shouted Zil, again, though it was expected. His body had been reduced… Hence, his cunt reacted in anticipation. The labias were opening, revealing the velvety and warm inside and their tempting perfume. One, he couldn’t even respond to in his state as he continued to advance, approaching the river crossing through the crevice so he could drink.
Water. Even that taste was displeasing to the sulking and frowning Prince, to the displeased Dragon who took another sip and-
“What a nice female I smell!”
The growl was so loud and so… Obnoxious, Zil almost choked on his gulp of water and straightened his neck, turning to see another Dragon. Finally, there was someone else?
And yet, this one wasn’t moving around like he’d been humiliated like Zil, bowed head and sluggish. No, that black-and-emerald scaled Dragon strutted around like he owned the place.
No… More than that, he was happily flapping his broad wings, unclipped, and spreading along the strong reptilian musk befitting a Dragon male in his entire capacity.
That body was powerful, with a torso and forelegs that were disproportionally larger than the rest of his body.
The head was crowned with three powerful horns, one at the tip of the muzzle, and a few more that formed spikes joining the horns by following the frontal ridges. Then, there was that muzzle, broad and almost U-shaped if not for the sharp angle. No… That was a perfect specimen who moved around, one leg before the other in a dance.
“So… What’s a female like you doing here?” asked the unknown Dragon, his osseous brows dancing.
**“Urgh. I am not a female. Get lost and move away, the humans will bother you if not.”
“Humans? Ohhhh! The apes!” chuckled the Dragon, tilting his head while approaching Zil, and taking another sip. “Yes. They caught me. Unlucky me. But they know better not to bother Kul, the Bonecrusher. Are you sure you are not a female?”**
That ‘Kul’ was even drinking between each affirmation and had his tail moving close to Zil, though his ended in an osseous club. Even Zil had been stripped of such ornament, and his tail was… Awfully naked when the club rubbed against his.
“I am not a female! Get lost!”
Zil’s snap was followed by his tail smacking against Kul’s, pushing it away while he stepped left and… Tried to flap his wings. But the sole results ended with Zil almost losing his balance when his muscles forced him to stumble to the right; he usually flapped that one wing first when checking them.
But he managed to recover, though with much huffs and groaning.
“That’s what a female in heat without her sire would say. Tell me… You are far from your sire? Do you miss him?” asked Kul, his attitude sultry. However, his skull seemed to be quite thick.
**“The humans captured me! And I am no female! Get away before it gets ugly.”
“Oh… Hoho, yeah. Humans. Right,” continued Kul, approaching… And putting a paw, heavy and powerful, on Zil’s back, pinning him. “But you smell like a female. If you are not one, where is she? I haven’t seen a female in… Hrphh… Two days. I need to find them again. But if you tell me where my future bitch is and how to bring her to my hoard… I might let a scrawny little thing have a turn with her ass.”**
Kul’s attitude was calm and collected. Though he seemed not so bright.
But in return, he compensated by his size, by his height, by his musculature that was above and beyond Zil. More so, now Zil’s muscles had started to thin and grow weaker from the lack of testosterone.
“I don’t care. Search ‘her’ yourself. Or leave,” huffed Zil, snarling until his teeth were exposed. And some more, as that tail club was poking his hind legs.
“What? So you can keep her to yourself. No, my dear friend. I am a Dragon of principle. When I smell a female, I must honor her and… Hmm? What’s this?”
Zil’s neck almost dropped as he sensed something osseous and cold rub against his… Asshole. Against his vulva. Against his hole that was so warm… So smelly. So needy. And once the club touched it, Zil began to tremble.
A quiver that continued when the tail club touched his empty and dangling scrotum.
**“Well, well, well. The apes did more than capture you. Let me see my friend!”
“NO! DON-HRMPH!”**
Zil’s face was crushed against the stone by one paw before Kul released him. But then, Zil remained stunned, dazed as he heard the massive Dragon walk around.
A second later, Zil winced and groaned as the warm air brushed his vulva, from one’s breath. From Kul’s breath. And then, the Dragon’s tongue, like lava, came to graze the scrotum to pull it into the mouth and suck on it… Then spit it before licking upward, towards the slit.
“The humans took your balls and gave you a cunt. You saw that, friend?” asked Zul, his voice almost joyful.
“I am not a female! Get off!” shouted Zil, trying to smack Kul’s head with his tail. But even the powerful appendage was no match against Kul’s sheer size. And the black-and-emerald Dragon wasn’t even… Bothered. Not at all when he licked Zil’s vulva and chuckled.
**“But you taste like the real deal!”
“BUT I AM NOT ONE! I AM A PRINCE! PRINCE ZIL VARQA HASSAIN AL-ZORILLA! Not-“
“Oh! Princess! I must mark you quickly, then!”**
Zil blinked.
“What?”
But already, the other Dragon’s towering presence was above Zil, the forelegs on either side of the orange Dragon’s head. They were thick like pillars, robust, with the claws easily digging into the stone.
But then, Kul advanced a bit more… And something warm, hot, and sticky, pressed against Zil’s back.
**“No! Don’t you dare! You will not mark me!”
“You can be so louuud. Marking is fine. And it’s hot. Hehe.”**
The Dragon’s laugh was like a rumble. With his clipped wings and weakened body, Zil couldn’t escape. And though the Dragon’s shaft was nestled between his wings, he couldn’t even close them on the organ to punish the miscreant. Remained then the Psssshhh of the warm, steamy, and rancid urine dripping over Zil’s mane.
At first, the flow was light and trickling over Zil’s back and mane. But as the bigger Dragon grunted, sighed, and relaxed his back, the flow increased. Up until the Dragon was entirely hosing Zil’s body with his yellow piss, making sure to make Zil soak in it… Same as his forelegs, as he seemed not to care about the piss hitting his scales.
**“Oh… That’s good. I was keeping it for another female. Good piss for three days. But… Well, why would I keep it when there’s a princess?”
“You idiotic bastard. Do you know… I am above your rank?”
“What ranks? We got caught by apes, princess. Apes don’t care for our ranks. And they must have kept you ready for me.”
“… What?”**
Zil shouted and then sputtered as some piss continued to trickle over his muzzle, over his orange and pristine scales, before it managed to slide along the scales into his mouth.
Sure enough, that Kul had had enough piss to mark at least two females, if not more. And now, with his bladder emptied on Zil, the Prince was reeking of a peasant’s smell. Of a brute’s urine that was so pungent, so strong, it was almost stealing Zil’s wits away.
“Yes! It must be a gift! They knew they angered me, the great Kul… And they offered a princess to appease me! They know how important it is to take care of powerful males!” scoffed the black-and-emerald Dragon, his ego certainly inflated.
“You… Shut up!”
With a roar, Zil’s tail smacked with all its might, all its power, against Kul’s low-hanging testicles. They’d been pressing against Zil’s tail long enough, and now, the orange Dragon was taking revenge for the humiliation, ready to flee afterwards.
But what Zil did not expect was the rumbling laugh from above.
“Oh! Oh! It tickles! That’s… hehe! Low from a princess!”
The more Zil smacked against those nuts, the more Kul laughed. And laughed. His barrel lifted and dropped, hitting Zil’s back and narrowly crushing him.
But no, Kul was not moving… Not even angry.
**“Good princess! Good girl! But after I marked you… It is time to make a Dragon King out of me! I’ll have every Dragon bow to me!”
“But… that’s not how that works!”** shouted Zil, frustrated as Kul seemed not even to understand the principles of Dragon politics.
But politics was not the sole principle flying over that hulking but brutish Dragon’s head.
Still laughing, Kul took a few steps back, and Zil had to shout to avoid the brutish Dragon from crushing his head or legs.
But the result was that, later, the Dragon’s enormous shaft, free from its sheath, slid over Zil’s back.
It moved, leaving in its wake a trail of piss until the shaft was at the edge of Zil’s posterior… And dropped. Then bounced, bobbed, and began to point upward, whereas Zil’s cock would point down… if he still had in him to get an erection.
Even then, such an erection would be nothing compared to the sheer mast Kul possessed. That cock, equine with a flared tip and a median ring, lacked the spines like Zil did. Instead, it compensated by a stubbiness and width that made the organ compare to Zil’s hindlegs… or even his own hindlegs, practically a pole. No… A tree trunk that was swaying heavily with each of the Dragon’s heartbeats.
Each inhalation, the shaft would bob up and down. Each exhalation, a droplet of precum would land on the rocks.
Each heartbeat, Kul’s heavier build would lower and lower, his barrel pressing against Zil’s back and neck until the smaller Dragon had to follow suit or feel his muscles cry in pain.
**“Stop this! I will not be bred!”
“You are such a princess. I will be a good King, hehe.”
“IT DOESN’T WORK AS SUCH!”**
Zil’s shouts echoed through the crevice, overcoming the river’s crashing waves in intensity.
But even such a shout did not deter Kul, whose shaft poked, nudged, and stroked Zil’s entrance. An entrance the orange Dragon was not willing to relinquish. Was not willing to let a brute enter it.
Hence, with the remnants of strength that remained, Zil tried to clench his thighs. He tightened them, tensed his hind legs as he lifted them, even if it was to follow Kul’s desires.
And by doing so, he pressed his glutes together, attempting to form a barrier, a protection against the Dragon’s presence.
But such protection… Was pointless.
With a gruff grunt, Kul presented his cocktip against the glutes. And with one thrust of those smaller hind legs, the cocktip forced and pried the muscles apart. Followed then a cry from Zil as he felt his vulva suddenly outstretched, forced open… And finally, violated.
He cried, he cried so loud, his throat hurt, and his jaw was a mess.
He cried so loud, the Dragon felt lightheaded and almost went numb.
He cried so loud and so quickly, his head and horns smacked against Kul’s chest, only to produce no result from the larger Dragon but another chuckle.
One that was followed by a grunt and the larger Dragon flapping his wings, filling the surrounding atmosphere with his pungent aroma.
“Oh yes! What a princess’s cunt! It is so tight!”
Tight. It was closer to virgin. Never before had Zil been taken in that hole before the apes. He’d fought, he’d hidden, he’d lied so nobody would take him. But at that instant, every precaution he’d taken was stripped as that enormous cock, practically as wide as his chest, was barreling through and stretching his vulva, which was beyond what his body had been prepared to.
Breathing was hard. Swallowing saliva was hard. Moving the legs or staying still was hard. Everything was difficult, painful, and overwhelming for the smaller orange Dragon whose eyes were bloodshot and his jaw dropping.
Even his mouth was not closing under the pressure his internal organs were experiencing as Kul continued to advance and impale Zil, even dragging the orange Dragon forward until another portion of that cock slipped in with a loud schlurp… And Zil’s vulva was filled, burning, aching, suffering.
And he cried.
**“No… No… nononono…”
“What’s it, princess? It’s too good? Yeah. They all say the same,” chuckled Kul, his tail smacking against the ground and exploding a few rocks from his excitement. “They love my big cock! Don’t you? Don’t you? You’ll like it!”**
His puppy-like attitude, so eager for approval, did not let Zil take any respite. Rather, the overbearing and massive Dragon was keen to show Zil all the benefits of his ‘big cock’.
Such when, with that same strength, he yanked Zil back.
The orange Dragon’s claws planted in the ground and stone. Even then, he was dragged a few meters before a loud pop occurred, and Zil felt like he’d been wounded. He’d been left with a wide gaping and sore gash that would never close in his perineum.
Zil cried again.
And again, when Kul’s cock pushed back inside, he held himself until Zil was again dragged forward. And backward. Forward, backward. The smaller Dragon was closer to a toy or a phantom mare at that point, as he wasn’t experiencing any pleasure, any joy. Nothing but the overwhelming abuse from the massive Dragon who wasn’t even minding his strength.
Kul was taking. Kul was fucking. Kul was fucking.
And below, Zil could have as well been a meatbag with a hole and some perfume since the Dragon seemed to be satisfied with the situation.
“Oh yeah! Good hole! That’s the good one!” mumbled Kul to himself, almost proud and grinning while Zil’s hissing and shouts were abating.
Not of a choice of his. Neither was it from the pain that, far from lessening, peaked whenever Kul’s cock smacked against Zil’s cervix.
No, it was because Zil was tired. Exhausted. Drained. He didn’t have it in him to fight back against the ceaseless assault on his body. And soon… Soon, the orange Dragon’s neck dropped, and his head fell against the stone floor. His forelegs dropped too… And soon, he was only dragged and pulled against the stone floor, leaving him bruised and abused as he didn’t have the strength to use his battered legs and broken claws.
He had nothing in him to fight that Dragon who took and took, leaving nothing behind for Zil as his vulva was becoming a crater. Same as his asshole when Kul would also fuck it in his lack of consideration.
Sometimes, Kul would even have his cock smack against Zil’s round belly and his sore sheath, only to pull back.
He even managed to have that cock slip on the right, against Zil’s posterior, before it returned.
It was not pleasant. It was not satisfying. It was the opposite of what Zil desired and had been offering to his female.
But did he have a voice in the chapter?
No, he lost it in his screams. Remained then the pathetic whimpers against the floor, his mane draped all over his piss-caked face as he drooled and cried, feeling the larger Dragon’s body tensing above him.
And then… There was a sigh and a rumble from the mighty Dragon. And a chuckle. All sounds came, but went over Zil as, instead, he could only focus on the constant chugging sound coming from his vulva.
Since the production of a Dragon depends on the size, Zil’s ejaculations were nothing to compare to Kul's, even in his prime.
He might have released a flood, covered an entire room with cum. But Kul?
Kul drenched Zil’s inside. The cum flow was so intense that it even managed to pierce through the cervix’s barrier and flow inward. It repainted in white the Dragon’s womb, branded it with Kul’s wretched and retching smell while the flow had but three paths. One from whence it came. And two others that held a prize at the end…
And in a way, barely a few Dragons before him had experienced, Zil felt… The sensations of his ovaries being claimed.
Such organs were to be a barrier against the flow. But in that situation, such a barrier was a paltry defense against the constant semen that sloshed and hit and finally seeped inside, only to… brand every egg. Every cell that was to be released in the coming days.
But not only. Not only as one more pernicious change would follow for Zil, even though he was unaware.
And barely conscious.
Kul’s breeding had been too much. Too brutal. And not, the ruins of his battered mind were barely focusing on the difficult breath, on the act of swallowing his saliva mixed with piss… And on the sensation of that warm Dragon cock firmly lodged inside his bulging and bloated guts.
He had been branded, he had been impregnated. And it was certain to all the humans who watched the scene from afar that Zil would bear Kul’s eggs.
“Fuck yes! You’ve got the best hole, princess!”
The black-and-emerald Dragon roared in joy and defiance as he pulled free, dragging Zil along until the labias released their grip on the enormous cock.
Then, like a meatbag, Zil dropped limp.
Sure enough, Kul leaned to sniff Zil, listened to the difficult breath, then chuckled to himself again.
“Good girl! Take it easy! I’ll come back just for you!”
With another triumphant roar, Kul jumped and took off, his wings sending tempestuous winds through the crevasse that would make any little critters fly and land somewhere else. Zil? He remained still.
Unbothered. Unaffected. Too lost in his pain even as drones began to approach, busing like drones… As well as the many humans running from their hidey-holes.
“ Damn… Apes,” whispered Zil, closing his eyes before he completely blacked out.
-
“Shit. After seeing their first mating, I was certain the subject H-3521 would die!”
“What can I tell you? You must believe our information, Director. We knew what the best match for the subject was. And you know… We can already expect another batch of eggs.”
“Already? But it’s already the third!”
“We know. But it seems Hermaphrodite Dragons are extremely fertile once castrated. We will proceed to the capture of all Hermaphrodites for the quasi-extinct species like the subject M-7890.”
“That’s…. that’s excellent! Finally, the shareholders will be able to get their new pets, and they will stop nipping my he-… What are they doing?”
“Oh. This… That’s… Hm... A mating ritual, it seems. We have never witnessed it in any Dragon in captivity. But we plan to secure another habitat for H-3521 and M-7890 where we will interact with H-3521 closely.”
“How closely?”
“Very… Closely, sir,” said the Facility manager, not even managing his tenting pants as he held onto his clipboard… And glanced at the screen on their right.
Though the Director's suite was located right by the crevasse used by the Facility to house H-3521, or Zil, and M-7890, Kul, the two men were not looking through the windows.
No… Their focus was on the vision provided by the many cameras, and the focus on the visibly gravid Dragon whose muzzle was right between the bigger Dragon’s hind legs.
On the constant rubbing of that elongated muzzle stroking the larger Dragon’s groin, on licking the piss-covered leather nuts, or titillating the sheath and the soft cock nestled inside.
“Oh yeah. I stored it all for you! Drink it up!”
The bigger Dragon’s chuckle came out as a roar for the humans stroking their bulges as they saw M-7890’s erection slid out of the sheath. The monster of purple flesh, flared and glistening with sweat and piss, was practically sliding along the feminized and weakened H-3521’s face. It coated that face with fluids, leaving the orange scales almost glimmering and opalescent from the instant.
And far from fighting the retching and brutal scent that sent the employees retching, the smaller Dragon was swallowing the shaft and worshiping it. That mouth worked quickly while the elongated and prehensile tongue coiled around the shaft to stroke it.
After the castration and recovery, the Hermaphrodite had shown a calmer side. The physical changes, from the weight gain along the hind legs and thighs to the falling horns, had confirmed the necessity of such emasculation to all employees in the medical wing, and even in the other facilities.
Those days, H-3521 couldn’t reach any erection even with an anal stimulation, and many doctors were sharing the same opinion of doing an ablation or a corrective surgery to turn that cock into a clitoris. Such details covered the director’s desk, with drafts and drawings of the Dragon’s reduced cock serving as a mere clit above that emptied scrotum… Or how everything could be smoothed and removed, leaving only a pisshole for release.
Even then, none of those details seemed to matter to H-3521, or Zil.
No… The feminized and pregnant Dragon was all too happy to guzzle the rancid piss the bigger Dragon offered. On the liquid whose stench entirely stuck to the black mane, to the orange scales, to the nostrils, even to that vulva that had been marked as property.
H-3521 no longer had any traces of its original smell, and the waft of Dragon urine followed H-3521’s every step… Every action. Even the eggs laid by the castrated Dragon.
Eggs the Hermaphrodite was already bearing, those round shapes rolling out of his womb at a surprising rhythm. Everyone coined it on the Hermaphroditism.
But a truth everyone would learn soon was how Kul managed to brand Zil’s ovaries. Claimed and branded, those organs would never release any unfertilized eggs. And those fertilized eggs? Oh, they rolled and rolled and rolled.
They kept coming at a pace that made the incubating facilities beg for a break. But H-3521?
No. H-3521 could not even stop those from coming. Not even the one that crowned from that gaping cunt and rolled out, coated with fluids and sweet honey… Before the smaller Dragon turned and presented those plump glutes, that gaping cunt… One the bigger Dragon was to penetrate, to take with a monstrous shaft.
All before the Director’s eyes, all before his lustful and needy attention as those eyes wanted to see. To see how Zil would be taken. Again.