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Fall came suddenly and swiftly. One day, as I woke up, I found the air crisp and chill, a thin layer of frost on every leaf of the forests below. Another wonderful day in our wilderness paradise. I stretched underneath my blankets. I didn't really need them, our matings had made me always feel warm, but I still liked them to wrap myself in for some earthly comfort. I took a deep breath of the cold air. It'd never get old to me how pure the air was out here compared to the city, or even the farm. If pure oxygen had a smell, I imagined it'd smell a bit like this.

Luckily, I'd taken to sleeping curled up around our eggs, so they'd be fine, despite the cold. That combined with the two - now tattered - blankets kept them nice and cozy. They were, however, taking much longer to hatch than dragon eggs normally would. While I laid there keeping them warm, I had plenty of time to theorize on that. They weren't as big as normal dragon eggs would be, which might mean some part of the process was different. Scorch assured me that they were doing just fine and would hatch into handsome dragon whelps, which meant that the biology must work a little differently with non-dragon partners. Smaller eggs that take longer to hatch, but the whelps themselves grow up faster.

I liked that. Despite being full of eggs myself, the maternal instincts weren't quite manifesting, possibly because I was still male, and so knowing that they wouldn't require too much care was a comforting thought. It wasn't that I didn't feel anything, I definitely did care about the eggs enough to at least keep the worst of the tedium at bay, and I felt some instinctive anxiety about keeping them warm, even though I knew they'd be just fine for almost a day with nobody attending them. They were dragon eggs, after all, attuned to fire. So there was something there, some protective instinct that I couldn't quite comprehend, but I didn't particularly want to spend the rest of my lfie caring for our whelps. Then again, real dragons didn't seem to want to do that either, preferring to either laze about on the farm or fly around and gather hoards. Scorch had already started on his; the rear end of the cave was full of shiny odds and ends that he'd gathered, including some copper pots and a few shiny coins he found in a bag attached to a runaway draft horse. We ate that one, and my mate was adorably delighted at the coins we got as a bonus, even though we had no use for them out here. He had his full draconic instincts, after all, and I was probably developing them as well.

Or was I? That was really the difficult question here. At this point, my mind felt different, what I could only describe as draconic instincts occupying a sizeable chunk of my brain. I still had no idea how that process worked - I knew my senses had grown sharper, and I went into heat like a dragon queen - but what else would it bring? Would there be noticeable physical changes? It was terra incognita thanks to the social stigma of mating with dragons. Oh, there were certainly others like myself, and even hybrids, but they weren't studied. They were swept away into the wilderness and forgotten, so as to not let the shadow of their perceived shame fall upon anyone else.

Having lived out there for months now, I'd begun to perceive it as normal. I no longer missed my bed, and my hands and feet were rough and calloused enough to handle the rocky terrain with ease. I was in better shape than I'd ever been, although granted, I couldn't do much with that at the moment, not with my belly protruding with a healthy clutch of dragon eggs. I rubbed it absentmindedly. That sensation was still alien to me, that of having life literally growing inside me, of taking this very feminine role in reproduction rather than that typical for my physical sex. I won't deny that it was both wonderful and intoxicating, but so far, it was also strangely distant. Like my mind hadn't fully integrated the idea that my body was capable of doing this now. Perhaps that would come, eventually.

I sniffed the air. Scorch wasn't in the cave at the moment, I knew that much just from his scent being faint and faded. It meant he'd be out looking for prey, and so, I waited, drawing shapes on the cave walls with some charcoal we had lying around. We didn't really need wood to cook our meat, of course, but nontheless I still enjoyed making a warm fire occasionally, and Scorch didn't mind. Plus, it allowed me to create some "art", in an attempt to hold on to some of my civilized nature. Currently, I was chronicling our time together, in a series of crude cave paintings. On the far left, there was myself next to a house and Scorch in a cage, and on the far right, me again, obviously pregnant and lying on top of even more eggs.

One day far in the future, after we were gone, someone would find this and... have absolutely no idea what any of it meant. I chuckled. It was, if nothing else, a decent way to spend time.

Hours later, Scorch was still gone and I was itching to do anything else. It wasn't unusual for him to be gone for this long - sometimes prey was simply scarce - but boredom had begun to set in. I eyed the forest underneath us longingly. Maybe I'd still be able to make the climb despite being full of eggs? I had grown stronger here, after all, and lost a fair bit of fat as well. It didn't seem impossible; female dragons flew even while heavy with eggs, after all, and even if I was mostly physically a male wolf, I was at least an honorary dragon queen at this point.

Or a dragon bitch, perhaps. We'd always called them queens at the farm.

I tucked the eggs in, in case I'd have to leave. They'd be fine for a while, I knew that for sure, even though leaving them still made anxiety gnaw at my thoughts. Still, I crept closer to the cave's opening, considering my next move. All things considered, we weren't that high up, and with how many times I'd made this climb, I knew it like the back of my hand. Knew exactly which rocks and outcroppings were safe and which weren't. I could do it, surely.

When Scorch hadn't returned for another two hours, I was getting worried enough to go look for him. There wasn't really much I could do, but at the very least it'd ease my anxiety. That, and the eggs inside me weren't quite fully grown yet, so I had enough mobility left. I was visibly pregnant, sure, but not debiltatingly so. I carefully began to make my way down the cliff wall. It wasn't any harder than before, not really, but the fact that I had to be extra careful made it feel harder, and when one of my usual rocks crumbled as I placed my paw on it almost made my heart stop right then and there. It easy enough to recover from with three limbs still in contact with the rock. To my surprise, I made it all the way down without so much as a scratch.

The air down in the forest was a little warmer. Might be that there was still some warmth from the long, hot summer stored in the ground and trees. I had little idea of where Scorch had gone, but I knew the direction he usually flew to hunt. I'd been there too, when in a better shape for such thrills. A field on the other side of the forest, perhaps five kilometres away. I might've been able to see all the way there from the cave if the terrain wasn't so hilly, but I hadn't heard anything. For a moment, I worried that he might've encountered another dragon. It wasn't terribly likely, since we'd already lived here for months undisturbed, but a few rare breeds of dragons like spending long stretches of time in their lairs, going so far as to drag in cadavers so they'd have more time to sleep on their hoards. But months? Not that I knew of.

There was no frost beneath the canopy of trees, just cold dew hanging onto every leaf and blade of grass, and soon enough my shoes were totally wet. That was another one of those things, the fact that if it wasn't for whatever strange metamorphosis I was going through, I definitely couldn't survive out here without shoes. My paws simply weren't rough enough, having grown up in relative comfort. Oh, sure, my ancestors had managed it just fine at the dawn of time, but they'd have been walking barepawed since birth. Me, I'd always worn shoes. But unless we visited a town soon - and it'd be hard to do without getting arrested as a dragon and a pregnant male - I'd have to get used to getting my pawpads wet.

As I walked, I had another one of those dissociative moments. I wondered what I'd done to get myself into this absurd situation. There I was, halfway through producing another clutch of dragon eggs, living like a caveman with a dragon who was half feral beast. It felt like a poorly written television show or discount novel. Like I was an actor, because surely none of this could be real? Nobody could be this dumb, I told myself out loud, but of course, I knew the truth. I'd jumped headfirst into this mess.

Did I regret it? No, not really, not logically. My life at home hadn't been nearly as satisfying, even if it'd also been far less likely to result in a brutal demise in the jaws of a dragon or even bear. It was worth it in order to be this close to my draconic love, and to the magnificent nature surrounding our new home. The trees were still emerald green, rustling in the wind that blew perfectly clean, chilly air over hills and through valleys. Once the sense of dread passed, I found myself feeling outright relaxed. Things were good, or at least, they would be good once I found Scorch. It was like the nightmares; occasional bursts of fear that quickly faded away.

That's when I heard a roar. A massive, deep rumbling roar, like thunder, echoing through the trees, from what seemed like far away. I knew two things instantly, from experience. One was that it was a dragon. Two was that it was bigger than Scorch, and bigger than anything we'd had at the farm. The anxiety returned as if it'd never been gone, and I set off jogging towards the sound, my arms clutched around my swollen belly to keep the eggs from jostling around too much. At least this clutch seemed a little smaller than the first one.

It didn't take me nearly as long as I thought to find the source, having already walked quite far while daydreaming. I was actually past our usual hunting area, I realized as I ran. Far outside of what we considered our territory, in fact, but going by the screeching of what sounded like two dragons, I must've lucked out on picking the right direction. Just before I exited the trees, I heard two loud thuds, and then, as the forest thinned out around me, I saw them.

A black dragon, maybe four times as big as Scorch had him pinned to the ground, deep enough in the dirt and mud that there was no doubt he'd fallen there from the air. He noticed me before I could say anything, before I had any proper time to react.

"Oh," the big dragon exhaled, looking first at me and then back at Scorch. "I understand now," he said. "Here I was thinking this little whelp was in my territory to steal my food, but if he's providing for his queen, it's far more acceptable," he continued, as his posture visibly relaxed. "Perhaps I overreacted."

The calm in his voice made me calm down too. Obviously he wasn't going to hurt him. This was more akin to a parent punishing a child, although the two clearly weren't related, going by their features and color.

"Hrrf, not a whelp-" Scorch growled, but the older dragon pushed his muzzle into the dirt.

"Oh, you are. You aren't even old enough to produce fluent speech yet," he grumbled derisively. "Just old enough to breed, and even then, barely."

Technically, he was right. Scorch was a teenage dragon, but then again, I wasn't any older. I'd never met a dragon as old as this one, but it warmed my heart to learn that apparently Scorch would become more eloquent as he grew older.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Oh queen, your mate intruded in my territory. While I wouldn't mind, this is a lesson he needs to be taught so he doesn't anger more more impulsive dragons than myself," he begun. Maybe. I'd have preferred that he let my mate go, but I also didn't want to risk escalating the situation.

"How are you going to punish him?" I asked. Hopefully nothing violent.

"Oh queen, I submit to your wisdom. Perhaps we can divine the proper course of action together?" He said, and then leaned over Scorch, still pinned underneath him, and sniffed his neck.

"Hrrm, it seems only one of you is carrying," he stated, matter-of-factly.

"Well, he is a male-" I started.

"As are you, oh queen, and I can smell the eggs in your belly all the way from over here," he commented. "Why wouldn't you breed him in turn?"

"I'm only a wolf, not a dragon capable of knocking up other males!" I exclaimed.

"Oh selfish, selfish whelp," the enormous dragon crooned in a sing-song tune. "You haven't told your queen anything, have you? Tsk tsk," it admonished him, with a rather amused grin on his face. "Even a farm whelp like yourself would know what our traditions are, so what is it that you're afraid of?"

It leaned down, staring into Scorch's eyes. The way his jaw hung open, someone less familiar with dragons might've been afraid he'd bite his head off, but I knew it was more a sign of amusement than anything. And this giant brute seemed too learned - in spite of his appearance - to do anything of the like. When Scorch didn't answer him, choosing to instead grumble in disapproval, he turned towards me, lowering his head to the ground in front of me.

"Oh queen, oh queen, you are excused, being new to us, but your mate needs a lesson," he said, sounding perhaps genuinely respectful. "Not only has he intruded on my territory, but when two males of our kind breed, it is customary that both carry a clutch, to share the burden. Perhaps this is how we punish him?"

Well, I wouldn't have minded mounting Scorch for once, but there were some problems with his proposal. "But how would I even-" I began, but he cut me off.

"Oh queen, you're becoming one of us in body and mind," he spoke. "This young whelp's seed is too weak to transform you quickly, but soon you will be able to breed him just as he breeds you."

A devious glimmer appeared in his eyes.

"I could help you with that, oh queen. I could hasten your transformation into dragonhood."

That got a reaction out of Scorch, who thrashed underneath the bigger male, trying to wiggle free but failing due to the black's immense weight. The grimace on his face told me all I needed to know about his opinion, and it hardly took a genius to figure out what the bigger dragon was suggesting. Of course, if he'd withheld all this information from me, wouldn't it be more than appropriate for me to get some blows of my own in?

"Oh shush, young one," the black dragon muttered, placing a paw on Scorch's muzzle just as he opened it to speak, clamping it shut. "You know as well as any dragon that your mate deserves to know all the facts. Not only have you withheld them out of selfishness, but also violated our traditions. Perhaps you should've sought out a female to breed if you disapproved of them."

"Would he still be able to fly and hunt if I..." I asked, hesitating.

"Oh, oh yes. Until it's almost time to lay, anyway. The eggs are well protected by our scaly hides, it's only you - with your soft, delicate body - who has to be careful, oh queen," he replies with a smirk. "Of course, you shouldn't breed each other simultaneously or it might get challenging. Wait a few weeks, perhaps, so the first lays his eggs and is ready to hunt again before the other has to stay in the den" he continued. "I'd know from experience that it's hard to resist for young drakes, but..." he trailed off, staring right through me for a while, caught in some resurfacing memory.

"If I were to accept, what exactly would that entail?" I asked. It took me a while to remember the word entail, feeling like I'd been here for years, using simple language to make Scorch understand me.

"Oh queen, you'd merely have to accept a gift of my seed," he said, face completely straight, even though I could tell he was very amused by the whole situation from the way his tail lashed behind him. "I'm afraid I may be a little too big for you, but you might coax it out with your hands and mouth," he continued, adding that "Perhaps later, when you're fully a dragon, you might let me sire one of your clutches in exchange."

I saw his foot squeeze down on Scorch's muzzle and all he managed to produce was an angry grumble.

"He'll get over it," the big dragon chuckled, flopping onto his side in the grass, leaning over my mate with only his upper body and revealing his underside to me. My eyes immediately fell on his genital slit, from which his ridged cock was poking out, ebon black just like his scales. I couldn't deny that the sight made my own cock twitch in excitement. He wasn't even close to fully erect, and already as thick as my arm.

I wondered, guiltily. If I'd ever be able to take it inside me. I had no idea how far the slow transformation would go, or if I'd ever really become a dragon, but nonetheless, the idea was exquisitely dirty. That, and I was a little annoyed at Scorch. I'd assumed that dragons left the burden of caring for the eggs on the "female", like they left it to us at the farm, but that was apparently just his own idea. Was that what the dreams had been trying to tell me?

I still loved him, of course, but perhaps not getting exactly what he wanted for once would have an impact for the better.

I approached the black dragon. Even laying on side, he was as tall as I was, a solid wall of scales, that emitted, I realized as I got closer, an absolutely intoxicating musky scent. Not too unlike Scorch, although with a hint of acidity rather than ozone. You could tell so much about any given dragon by just smelling them, and on this one, the scent told me he was rather aroused.

"Oh queen, do you hesitate? Your mate knows he deserves this punishment. He will accept it, and he will not hold it against you. Should he try, I'll always be here," he said, a rumbling beneath each word as I rubbed his belly, which was surprisingly soft and pliable. "I wouldn't mind you joining me in- oh shush, whelp," he exclaimed as Scorch began to squirm underneath him angrily. "I merely jest, treat your queen well and you may keep him."

I did hesitate, of course, and spent several more minutes simply leaning into the dragon, letting his musky scent fill my senses, but I found my gaze inevitably drawn to his thick breeding tool, still jutting out of its sheath. I wondered if it looked the same as Scorch's, or if black dragons had different ones. I wondered if the transformation even worked like he said, or if was merely a ploy to get me to pleasure him. Not that I minded that, because either way I'd get to worship a wonderful dragon cock, but if there were no benefits at all it'd be harder to justify cheating on Scorch.

Well, "cheating". I knew dragons weren't exactly monogamous. They felt jealousy and formed couples, but they were hardly beyond mating with others. Scorch might've wanted to keep me all to himself, but he was young, and I had no way of knowing if he'd been mounting other dragons while hunting. Probably not, given his relatively small size; dragons seemed to value age and size more than anything else when it came to deciding how appealing someone was. But either way - and this was ultimately the deciding factor - I realized that I wouldn't mind sharing Scorch's affections with others, as long as he would still be my mate. I'd still get the lion's share of his attention, and I'd be the one living with him, so what did it matter if he got to enjoy someone else's body?

If I was going to live like a feral dragon, it was time to stop clinging to the standards of humanoid society. I'd already been bred by a dragon, eaten meat that I hunted down myself, and slept many moons in a simple cave. It was hypocritical to hold onto anything, I understood, and it was as if a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Up to that point I'd been using my experiences from civilization to decide what was good and what was bad, but now, I felt like I could finally drop that pretension. I could simply follow my own heart rather than someone else's.

Well, my own heart and the traditions of dragons, but there weren't that many that weren't common sense. Share the burden of offspring, respect your mate and elders. Anything else I'd pick up along this new road.

And so, I inched closer to his groin, running a finger along the edge of his slit. He grumbled in approval, and even though it must've been just the slightest hint of a sensation for a dragon of his size, it encouraged me to be a little bolder, a little more assertive. So I wrapped my soft fingers around his ridged flesh, squeezing gently, taking in the immense heat every dragon seemed to emit, marvelling at how the surface was soft and slick, even though the member was rapidly hardening in my grasp, hard as steel just beneath the supple skin. It twitched in my hand, so my ministrations must've had some effect, another inch or so swelling out of his body. I wondered just how much there was of it.

"Oh queen, don't be gentle. I have had knights stab at me with swords and felt no pain, your warm hands bring nothing but pleasure," he murmured.

Knights?_Just how old was this dragon? Normally, even dragons eventually grew old and died. Perhaps there was some sort of magic at play. I didn't really _believe in magic, but on the other hand, I was a pregnant male gradually transforming into a wildly different species.

Regardless, I lowered my face to it, sniffing and his wonderful musk right from the source, the pheromones tickling all the right parts of my brain and causing my erection to swell alongside his. Another inch slipped out, then another, until he was fully hard in my hands, almost as long as my entire arm, and much thicker. I had to use both hands to stroke him, squeezing them tightly around his length and moving them along his length, delighting in the feeling of each meaty ridge plopping through my grip, all the while the dragon grumbled shaft throbbing noticeably with each beat of his mighty heart.

Entranced as I was, the first spurt of precum splattered across my face with little warning. At first I almost recoiled - that's how hot it was - but then that scent flooded my nostrils, and I found myself licking it up, scooping It up with my fingers between strokes and sucking his fluids off them.

I don't know why dragons smelled and tasted so goddamn right.

Although I couldn't even fit my mouth around his massive girth, I took to kissing and licking the cumslit, as well as around the slightly bigger, tapered head. With how much pressure I had to apply, it was a proper workout for my tongue and neck, but the pleased growls from the ancient black drake made it all worth it. A sense of pride that was I able to make something that large and strong feel good. I just wished I could've taken it inside me, but at this point, that'd have been suicidal.

"Oh queen, it's been such a long time since I felt those soft hands of your kind," he grumbled. "A rare treat, since even you won't remain a wolf for much longer," he continued, shifting his weight so his cock stuck out further. I could see his muscles rippling just beneath the surface, imagining that he was barely keeping himself from thrusting. He, like all dragons, didn't have any external testicles, but everything else was telling me that he was close. This quickly, though? Maybe there was something about the situation that excited him more than just the physical aspects. I suppose dragons might have a fetish for wolves, just as I did for them.

At the rate he was twitching, more and more precum splattering on my body - I'd taken off my shirt, and by now my chest was positively dripping with the copious hot liquids - I looked at him for guidance on what to do next. Though I had a pretty good idea what he wanted me to do.

"Oh queen, oh queen, I'm almost there," he grumbled, breathing heavily as he was undoubtedly nearing his climax, hips twitching just a little bit out of sheer instinct. "Drink as much of my seed as you can, let it fill your belly until you're completely full, let it infuse you with my essence," he instructed me.

Translated to how my kind would say it, I took that to mean "Swallow it all", and so I pursed my lips around his bulging tip - well, the slit at the top anyway - and continued stroking his lurching maleness with both hands, feeling it swell even further than I thought possible, the ridges flaring in a futile attempt to trap his cock within a mate's body. Futile, in the sense that he didn't even need them. I was already salivating at the idea of drinking my fill of thick dragon cum again, a rare treat from Scorch who preferred mounting me, but a delicious, sticky one that I loved receiving.

"Oh..." he sighed, and his cock almost slipped out of my grasp with a particularly heavy throb. I felt his cum rush up the shaft as it contracted around the base, and before I knew it, a massive wet spurt of it filled my mouth completely, with a promise of more to come. So I swallowed, greedily, barely even tasting the thick goo he was so freely giving me, but nonetheless painfully aroused by the sensation of it sliding down my throat in big gulps of stringy, sticky, draconic essence. The black dragon was growling and moaning, his claws digging into the ground as more and more of his seed shot into my mouth, massive amounts of his spilling as my maw overfilled, messily running down my chin, chest and rounded belly. I kept stroking him, my eyes watering from how hard I was working to swallow it all down. The taste only hit me when the initial surprise had passed, and it was strong, tangy, undeniably masculine. Enough to make me want to cover my entire body in it, which the ancient drake was already doing.

Finally, I couldn't take any more of it, and the last few weak spurts hit my chest instead, while I gasped for air once the last mouthful of the wonderful stickiness in my mouth was gone, leaving only the tingling feeling of what I assumed was his magic working its way into me. I collapsed against him even as his cock began to retreat, feeling warm and hazy, my head swimming with both arousal and a lack of oxygen. He draped a massive limb over my shoulder, rubbing my belly affectionately, not even caring about keeping Scorch pinned down now, with the way he was lying there and looking defeated, making no attempt at escaping.

I was vaguely aware of the tingling sensation spreading across my fur even as my consciousness faded, something I didn't realize until after the fact. I was just utterly relaxed, feeling safe with both my mate and my temporary lover right next to me. And so, I dreamt.

They were fever dreams, at best. Nothing like my old nightmares. Indeed, those would never return. Instead, it was more akin to a different life, of being something that wasn't exactly me, with nothing left of who I was in reality, yet it had the same spark, the same quality of sapience. Of soaring through the air without a care in the world, through cool clouds and beneath the baking sun. Sitting atop a mountain and merely _watching_the world, like an outsider looking at the world through a pane of glass. Yet, none of it felt unfamiliar, or even uncomfortable. No, it was distinctly my life for those hours I was out. As it'd always been, in the same as I, in the waking world, knew what my life was like. I dreamt I was a dragon, soaring hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a dragon. Was I a wolf dreaming he was a dragon, or a dragon dreaming he was a wolf?

I don't know how long had passed, but my hearing returned moments before my sight.

"...of himself, you pay..."

"Calm yourself, he is fine. Perhaps a little less..."

"Hrrgh, better for you..."

Scorch and the other dragon were talking. My ears were ringing so loudly I couldn't hear most of it, like someone had taken a hammer to my eardrums, but at least it was fading. It's only in retrospect that I managed to piece together that day, because I couldn't think. Or rather, I could, but it was hard, like wading through a swamp that threatened to pull me under at any given point.

I realized there was nothing wrong with my vision, but rather, my eyes were closed. Everything felt different, and it took me a while to find the right nerves, the right muscles to lift my eyelids. The first thing I saw was a damp cave ceiling - not the one Scorch and I lived in, I'd seen it enough times to tell - and the second was that my muzzle was naked, like I'd lost all my fur. No, not naked, I understood. Covered with small scales rather than fur, and topped by two nostrils rather than my own nose.

Then again, I suppose this was my nose now.

"Hrrgh. How long..." I managed to croak out. Why did forming words feel so difficult?

"A week. You could've woken up sooner, but we chose to... well, continue your transformation. Half-dragons don't have much of a place anywhere," the deep voice that I recognized as the older dragon spoke. "Don't worry, your mate did most of it. I only kickstarted the process," he chuckled. "Kickstarted. That is still a thing you do with your vehicles, is it not?" he mused, clearly not really expecting an answer.

I craned my neck to look at my body. It was jarring to see myself like that, laying on my back, as something entirely different than I'd been yesterday. Or what felt like yesterday, at any rate. Every inch of my body was covered in shiny scales that shone in the sunlight coming from the cave mouth. Dark blue, like a mixture between the two dragons. I raised an arm to touch them, and then realized that I no longer had arms, but rather, four legs that felt entirely too clumsy. It took me a while to realize how they moved, as my consciousness adapted to this new shape. All the nerves were already there, but my body image was slower to adapt. My legs didn't really bend enough to touch my belly, but instead, I realized that my neck was far longer and more flexible than before, and so I effectively curled into a ball, rubbing my snout into the smaller scales on my belly. It felt just like Scorch, but with how thick my hide was, I didn't really get the same sensation as I did before.

"Hrrf, might... use tongue," Scorch suggested, sitting right next to me, watching me with great interest. So I did. I didn't taste like much, but could feel the rough texture of the protective new scales. I supposed my tongue would have to fill the role previously occupied by my fingers.

I can't stress enough how strange it was to have to relearn how to use every part of my body. I only discovered I had wings when I rolled over and nearly broke one, yelping in pain as I shot up to my feet. Every muscle burned as I used it, like they'd never been stretched before, but gradually, they started to feel natural, like real parts of me.

A sense of dread begun to settle over me. How was I supposed to do anything without arms? Certainly, writing was out of the question. Any work I'd done before was. I wouldn't even fit in most buildings, being about the same size as Scorch. If I hadn't burned all my bridges before, they were certainly utterly erased now. There was no going back, not ever. When I tried to speak, to voice my concerns, the words came out with great effort, disjointed and crude.

"Didn't... realize. Can't speak, not right," I managed, and the rising panic must've been obvious in my voice because even the black dragon rose up from his relaxed position.

"Oh queen, you're the same age as your mate. Speech is something our kind learn slowly and with great difficulty, but it will come," he said, lowering his head to nuzzle at my neck. "Your body will tell your mate everything he needs to know. This is the life of every young dragon. Is it not the life you wished to have?"

I didn't know. I'd wanted to live with a particular dragon, but I'd thought I'd end up more like the half-dragons I'd heard stories of, still bipedal and agile. I had no idea I'd end up like this when I accepted the ancient one's offering. But then again, now I was truly free of any taboos of civilization, because I was no longer a wolf. I was a dragon. That understanding, slow as it was, felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. It was so hard to focus on it, though, with my mind so full of strange, primitive instincts competing with logical thinking.

I noticed that I felt lighter than before despite the obviously increased body mass, but before I could say anything, Scorch spoke.

"Eggs... laid. While asleep, hrrf. Taking care." he said, immediately calming me down, though there was a look of worry on his... no, not his face. The way his headfins were pinned to his body, the low posture, that's how I knew he was worried.

"Oh queen, you'll understand him perfectly soon enough. He already understands you. Regardless of if you feel like it or not, your body shows us your every emotion," the older one spoke. He had such patience. I suppose being that old, he'd done most things, seen everything, heard everything, but perhaps my situation was something new to him, enough to hold his interest for this long. "As for why your whelpling mate looks so worried, well..." he made a croaking sound that almost sounded like laughter. "You'll understand when your instincts awake fully."

He was grinning. Scorch, not as much.

"Oh queen, you should return to your own nest. Practice flight with your mate. Live the life you wanted," he grinned. "And if you ever wish to repay me for my assistance..." he begun, wrapping his talon-clad paw around the base of my tail, "Allow me to breed you when you feel ready."

I barely heard any of it beyond the word flight. I spread my wings, the tips of them scraping the walls of the massive cave. Could I really fly? A rush of excitement surged through my body and I turned around, first hitting my tail on the rock wall, and then hitting Scorch with my tail, and I rushed out, barely able to contain myself. Scorch followed me closely, and we left the black dragon behind.

It was a beautiful day, almost perfectly still. The air was warmer again - the last gasp of summer before winter would truly begin - and it felt like... a rebirth. Everything looked so different through my new eyes. Every tree and every rock was more colourful, like I'd never really seen them before, but rather vague impressions that left their true forms hidden. Contours were sharper, and as things moved, they stuck out in my vision, very distinct from their surroundings. There was a whole new world to explore.

My thoughts were still in flux. I didn't realize how large I had grown during my time dreaming before I saw a flower in the forest. A white one, almost like a star, both in shape and size. Miniscule, barely noticeable without my sharpened vision, but a star nonetheless. It seems so far away, and for a moment, I was just as surely spellbound by this forest star as I was by the real ones at night. I wasn't that much taller than my old body had been, but I was... greater, perhaps. There was no way I'd be able to fly, was there? I must've weighed upwards of a ton, or very close to that.

Then again, as we finally reached a clearing, I spread my wings out, exploring just how wide the span was. Downright massive, just as Scorch, and he certainly flew.

"Grrh, careful mate," Scorch grumbled. "Fall would hurt."

He was right, of course, but I had to try. I flapped my wings, felt a little lighter, but nothing happened. I didn't fly.

"Leap... upwards," he instructed. "Use wings to... how to say... there is magic," he tried to explain. "Know. Instinct."

So if I knew I could fly, I would? It dawned on me that I'd already flown, in that dream. In the dream, I hadn't doubted my ability to fly, I'd simply _flown_rather than worrying about it. But this was reality, and the laws of physics weren't so easily broken. Then again, who was to say that this wasn't a dream, as well? I was a dragon, after all. I'd been a wolf, dreaming I was a dragon. Now I was a dragon, remembering a dream of being a wolf. What was the difference? It didn't make any sense, but I knew it was true, somehow. I'd laid dragon eggs. I'd lived with my chosen mate for months, in our den. What was left of my old self that wasn't already fading, finally giving way to this life that I, as the ancient dragon had said, in the end was what I wanted? Was I not as much a dragon at this point as Scorch was? And dragons could fly.

I lowered my body to the ground, bending all for limbs and feeling power course through them, like a tiger ready to pounce. Everything I'd done had led to this. I sprang upwards, my body hurting from the exertion, beating the body with my massive wings, and flew.

I didn't fly far, but I hovered up in the air for several blissful seconds, my new wing-muscles - something entirely new, rather than merely changed - burning and aching as I forced them to move. It felt much longer than it really was, and I surveyed the forests and valleys from just above the treeline. I could see our home in the distance. Far, far away I thought I could just barely see the buildings of the city, though it might've just been my expectations playing tricks on me. It felt so incredibly right, to finally shed the bonds of gravity, to finally-

Gravity reasserted itself and I fell back down with a disappointing thud, my claws sinking deep into the grass and dirt. I gave one last flap of my wings to soften the landing, and there I was, next to Scorch, who was starting at me with an expression I'd never seen on him before, his pupils dilated and jaw hanging open. In a human, it'd have meant surprise, but I couldn't.... no, I did. It was pride, happiness. I knew that, his headfins were fully extended and his tail was stiff behind him. Excitement and pride.

I was a little dazed, but actually flying had set off adrenaline pumping through my body. I felt triumphant, like I could do anything. I felt masculine, powerful, and... virile.

Could I...?

Scorch must've noticed my budding excitement, as his fins drooped again. It didn't do anything to make him less attractive to me. His lithe yet strong body, his beautiful hindquarters and the thick tail currently covering them up. Oh, his cock was wonderful too, but I found myself focusing more on the warm hole I knew he was currently trying to hide from me, in that rush of testosterone. My cock slipping out was weird sensation, feeling like it was sliding out of my body rather than merely stiffening. Not unpleasant, just new, and unmistakeable in intent. I wanted to breed him. And upon realizing that, my mind handed control to my instincts. Oh, sure, as a wolf I'd had urges, but they were urges; this was an all-consuming _need_that left me unable to think of anything else until something broke the spell. Like I handed off the controls to my very own body to someone else, someone with a very particular goal in mind.

I approached Scorch, sliding up to him and rubbing my flank against his even has he eyed me warily. I nuzzled my mate's neck lovingly, rubbing my head against him.

He seemed reluctant, though not very persistently so, as if he knew that he simply had to accept this. He took one step away, and I moved to close the gap again. From the way his nostrils twitched I knew he'd smelled my arousal. As if it wasn't obvious enough with my cock - I couldn't see it, but I'd later discover it to be ridged with a tapered head, just like the other dragons were - bobbing beneath me, loudly announcing my eagerness to plunge myself into a willing, hot drake.

"Hrrf, am... nervous," he grumbled, momentarily snapping me out of my trance. "Not opposed, but, you must hunt if..." he continued, trailing off.

"I will hunt," I replied, just barely more eloquent than Scorch because of my memories. Speaking still made my head ache, though, so I kept it short. If I hadn't been so focused I'd have wondered if that was how my mate always felt when speaking to me. "Will bring food."

"Does it hurt, mate?" he asked.

"Hurts a little, at first," I replied, in the lowest and most comforting tone I could muster. "Then, feels great," I continued, and that was it for talking. Every time I said anything my self-confidence took a hit, I just couldn't_find the right words. I let my lust wash over me again, submerging myself in that sexy, primal desire. How many whelps would we even have? Could we take care of all of them? That question felt distant and unimportant compared to the pleasures I could already _taste, how it'd feel like to pounce on top of Scorch and sink my length deep inside him, feeling him clutch at me. Not the smartest thing to do, but nothing I'd done so far was very smart, and I was still alive.

I circled behind him, pushing broad muzzle against his tailbase, and he reluctantly flicked it out of the way, giving me access to his entrance. I'd never really gotten much of a look at this part of him before, and it didn't look like much, being a slightly lighter tone of blue than the rest of his body, and softer, not covered in scales. But the scent! Oh gods, the scent. It was instantly driving my new body wild with need, his very male musk burning my nostrils as the pheromones worked their way into my brain. I needed more, and so I stuck my tongue out, giving his puckered hole the briefest tentative link, tasting my mate in a whole new way. I couldn't really do justice to his flavour in mere text, but he was clean, and the sexiness of his taste left me panting, purring beneath my breath.

It didn't take long before I pushed my muzzle under his tail, hard, and went to town on his rear. My tongue slipped into his passage easily. I was effectively French kissing his ass, any thoughts on how gross it might've been to the old me completely gone from my mind. Scorch's entire body was quivering, and the subtle changes in his rich fragrance told me he was enjoying it, at least a little bit, so I worked harder, sloppily licking his very insides, getting him thoroughly wet with my drool, all the while my erection was drooling preseed into the grass. My hips were already thrusting on their own, beyond my control, jabbing my cock through thin air, demanding that I jump on top of my mate and sink deep into his body.

It was too much. I withdrew my tongue, catching a brief glimpse of Scorch's own cock hanging lewdly out of its slit, pleased to know he was at least physically enjoying it, and then leapt on top of him with a beat of my wings. My talons clutched around his chest, I was blindly thrust against him, unable to really guide myself into his slickened hole. It was clumsy, but not the slightest bit awkward. I jabbed Scorch's hindquarters here and there, he growled, and I bit his neck gently, turning the growl into a purr. Then, finally, tip caught on the rim of his hole, and I thrust into him hard, unwilling to lose my opportunity.

Feeling the incredible heat of his body on every inch of my turgid cock almost made me cum right away. I probably did cum a little bit - there was a sudden wetness around where my tip was lodged inside him - but the best was yet to come. I was already thrusting frantically, quite literally unable to stop myself, grunting, growling, and roaring. Scorch was quiet at first, probably dealing with the sting of having his anal virginity taken, but soon enough, he began chuffing and purring. I'd never heard most of those sounds; when he was on top, he sounded more like I did right now. Masculine and possessive.

I wouldn't last very long, I knew that. It was the first time I'd ever fucked anyone, and although I'd managed to get Scorch to lick to me to orgasm a few times, it was nothing compared to this, the squeezing softness of his body, the incredibly heat that at some primal level really drove home the fact that my cock was inside a feral dragon. My thrusts were frantic and uncoordinated, the only thing on my mind being to inseminate my mate as deeply as possibly, to reproduce, to get his belly to swell with our eggs. How can I even describe how horny that made me? Just knowing that my cock was buried deep in his receptive body, ready to pump him full of draconic cum that'd enable even a body as undeniably male as his to be bred, no barriers between us and my ridges flaring to make sure every single drop of my sticky seed stayed inside him, where it could take root.

I came, slamming my hips into my mate so hard that we both fell, sprawling, into the grass. I was drooling into his neck, scaly skin between my fangs in a mating bite. I roared triumphantly as my orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, the climax sending my entire body into paroxysms of pleasure, internal muscles contracting as my cock throbbed, hard, and I pumped what felt like gallons of hot draconic cum under Scorch's tail, as he whined with pleasure and what I thought was submission. I don't think I'd ever come quite that hard, and after many spurts I could feel the pressure of my own cum pressing against my ridged cock, a trickle of it managing to seep out between our bodies.

I didn't feel Scorch's climax, but I could smell it, the musk of male release other than my own. We laid there, nearly falling asleep together as we nuzzled at each other, affectionately licking and rubbing each other's draconic forms while I imagined what would be happening inside him. I couldn't wait to see his belly swell just like mine did.

With my instincts sated, we eventually made our way back to our den, and I dutifully began to warm the eggs again. The pile had, expectedly, grown since our last visit. It'd be quite the handful when they hatched, but I was sure we could do it, in particular with the friendly older dragon willing to render us assistance.

Of course, I'd have to let him breed me at some point. Not yet, or we wouldn't be able to hunt, but it was something to look forward to.

Fall came soon in a storm of rain, hail, and thunder. But this time I was fully capable of handling it, even flying in that weather, effectively immune to lightning thanks to Scorch's influence on my body. Speaking of bodies, soon Scorch's began to grow fat, leaving my beloved mate rather confused as to how he should be acting, but he learned to enjoy lazing about in the den all day, perhaps a little too much. Watching him like that just made hornier, but through some miracle we managed to refrain from breeding further before we could secure enough food for our offspring, and instead we opted to suck, lick and caress each other to shuddering climaxes.

Our eggs hatched in the dead of winter, much later than I'd originally have guessed, but somehow we managed, despite both of us being entirely new to parenthood. I hunted for food while Scorch took care of the young. His scales are still covered with bitemarks from their sharp, new-born fangs, but he'd heal, and we successfully took care of our first clutch until each whelp was willing to leave the nest. Next time it'd be my turn to be bred again.

It was a simple life for several years, but we enjoyed every second of it. That was all quite a few years ago, though. It's only now that I'm finally capable of writing any of this down, finally somewhat able to form coherent sentences. Well, I say write, but in truth I'm merely dictating to a half-dragon we met. Scorch and I still live together, in that very same cave. I don't regret any of it.

Well, I did regret it when the time came to pay the enormous black dragon back for probably saving my life from the cold winter. But only for a moment. Maybe I'll tell that story too, one day.